#i saw security drop the rope and i was like

[geniusphilester]

only got phil in this part because i was trying to be subtle

[hotyanderedaddies]

Yandere drider x male butterfly reader. I don't see those often and it's mostly fem reader

Yandere Drider Captures You in His Web

[Yandere! Drider x M! Butterfly Reader]

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You were flying around in the warm Spring air, enjoying the feeling of the sunbeams warming up your large, golden wings.

All of the flowers were starting to bloom, and you were looking forward to feasting on their sweet nectar. You were in awe at the sights and smells of the luscious violets, rhododendrons, and the bright red roses.

It was the roses that captured your attention the most, and you couldn't help but flutter closer to the pristine flowers, eager to taste its sweetness--

"Fuck!" you cried out as soon as you felt your beautiful wings get tangled up in something sticky that held you in place, refusing to let you go.

Out of instinct, you tried to thrash your delicate body all around, desperate to free yourself from whatever held you close-- but it was no use. No matter how hard you struggled, you couldn't get loose. In fact, it almost felt as if whatever held you was getting stronger by the second.

Your frantic eyes darted around, trying to see what held you. As soon as you saw the white, rope-like structure that held you, your heart dropped.

A spider web.

You were stuck in a spider web that was created right in front of the largest red rose in the garden that you were flying around in.

What a horrendous trap!

You tried in vain to free yourself some more, your beautiful wings completely restrained by the sticky web.

"Don't struggle too hard, Darling," a deep voice echoed out, making you freeze.

Your heat racing like crazy, you looked upwards and nearly screamed out in fear at the large drider who studied you as you were stuck in his web.

The drider's long eight legs slowly maneuvered him downwards, towards you. His eyes focused in on your terrified face, and when he smiled, you got a full view of his massive, sharp fangs that would tear through your flesh with ease.

Despite your panic, the drider's smile only grew larger as he descended, drawing closer and closer to you.

"Oh, such a pretty little butterfly that I caught in my web," the drider mused, stopping right beside you. He walked on the sticky web with ease, moving without a problem as you struggled.

He reached out with one of his claws, running the soft hand over your trembling cheek. His skin was hot to the touch, and when he touched you, you swore his smile grew in size.

"You're so pretty," the drider mused, unable to take his eyes off you.

You struggled to free yourself some more, but it was futile. You couldn't move a muscle while trapped in the web, your large wings trying to beat rapidly; but all that did was get them tangled up even more.

"I can't believe that I caught something as pretty as you in my homey, little web," the drider continued, his tongue flicking out over his bottom lip.

All you could focus on were the large fangs in the drider's mouth, and when he saw your frightened expression, the drider frowned.

"Oh Darling," he cooed gently, running another hand along your cheek in a way that was meant to be comforting, "I don't know if you know this, but some driders, such as myself, don't capture cute butterflies in our webs to eat..."

He leaned in closer, pressing his warm lips to your clammy forehead.

"...but we catch you to make you ours, forever."

"Wh-what?" you barely breathed, unsure if you'd heard the drider correctly. "What do you mean?"

The drider chuckled and began to toy with the webs some more, stretching them out over your trapped body to wrap you up into a tighter, silk cocoon. He made sure that your limbs were secured in the web at your sides, making it easier for him to lift you up into his arms, cradling you against his chest as he carried you over to the rose bush. Near the bottom was a little crevice that formed a tiny den that would hide the two of you away from the rest of the world.

"What I mean, my Darling," the drider clarified as he dragged you into his den, "is that you're not my food, but you're my love, my darling, mine.

And only mine."

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A/N: Sorry if this one wasn't that good or accurate. I've never heard of a drider before... and I am terrified of spiders lol.

[sinful-mind-joyful-thoughts]

𝐀 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬

*vision bored doesn't describe readers' looks it describes the vibes of the story*

Pairing: dark!stalker!Joel Miller x fem!reader

Summary: Life takes a sinister turn once you begin renovations on your old, eerie house. Strange occurrences start piling up—like missing security camera footage and mysterious messages from an unknown stalker. The tension really amps up when you stumble upon red roses, serving as a chilling reminder of the stalker's presence and danger. Despite trying to brush off the threats, the situation escalates when the stalker directly reaches out to you, leaving you fearing for your life and bracing for a potential confrontation.

IMPORTANT: This fic is based on haunting/hunting Adeline i do not claim or own any characters from the series I only used it as inspiration, all the credit to H.D Carlton for being an amazing inspiration and writer.

Warnings/tags: MDNI 18+, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, stalking, breaking and entering, bondage (rope and tape), groping, grinding, fear, non/dub-con, rope burns, toxic people, degradation, praise, feet kink? (maybe kind of), pussy eating, fingering, spit, biting, clit biting, breeding kink, kissing, protected sex wrap it before you tap it, kids. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME

WC: 6.5k

Small things, it all started small. Ever since renovations started on the house, life has gotten strange. The old dark house didn't help much, but it was cheap to buy such a run-down place when you originally got it. It's worth more now that you've fixed up parts of it, but you still feel like it's dark once those cobweb-covered walls are watching you like you're something to be hunted, or like you're in a horror movie and aren't noticing the obvious hints of a killer.

And you weren't entirely sure you weren't avoiding a killer with how many small changes you saw around the house. Glasses were left on the counter, seemingly freshly poured, even if you didn't remember pouring any. Your nice scotch bottle had less fluid in it every time you checked it, yet whenever you wanted to check the cameras your friend Daphne suggested you put up for your safety, there was missing footage from certain hours of the day even during the night, whatever or whoever was doing these things was smart and calculated with every move. You don't even feel safe showering, Over a month of weird stuff, no face no answers just fear

The more you tried to be rational about how you couldn't have a stalker, the weirder things got. Like he wanted you to know he was there. You started picking up on little changes, the stuff you initially brushed off as maybe just your mind playing tricks on you. But then it became crystal clear when you kept finding those red roses laid out for you, no thorns in sight. Every time a red rose without thorns appeared, it felt sinister. You'd thought how considerate it was of the stalker to avoid using the thorns, but it felt more like a taunt like the person responsible wanted to remind you of their presence with every rose and to show you that they could easily hurt you, but chose not to.

Tonight wasn't any different. You came home from some grocery shopping to see three red roses sitting on your kitchen counter, trimmed and tied together. You groaned and put down the bags of groceries before tossing the roses completely, trying not to pay it any mind. You'd done that the past five times, hoping giving him no attention would make him go away. Your phone buzzed, interrupting your unpacking. You read the text message, and a chill ran down your spine when you realized it was from an unknown number.

Unknown: Do you not like roses?

You saw the message and dropped your phone, immediately scrambling to find something to defend yourself with. You ran to the knife block, grabbing a large, semi-sharp knife. You could worry about the melting ice cream tomorrow, not when your life was at stake. A stalker's murder attempt was imminent, and you weren't going down without a fight. Your phone buzzed again, indicating a new message from your stalker. Your muscles tensed as you carefully picked up your phone to check the message, feeling a sense of dread wash over you when you read it.

Unknown: I see you're taking precautions. But trust me, violence won't solve anything. Let's have a civilized conversation, shall we?

The audacity of the message sent shivers down your spine. How could this person be so calm, so composed, while installing such terror in your life? The thought of engaging in conversation with them made your skin crawl, but you knew ignoring them wasn't an option either.

You took a deep breath, trying to gather your courage. You replied with the knife still in hand, determined to stand your ground.

You: I don't want to talk. Leave me alone.

The response was almost immediate.

Unknown: Ignoring won't make me disappear. You can't escape me.

Your heart pounded in your chest, and the gravity of the situation intensified. The stalker's persistence was chilling, and you knew you needed to involve the authorities. As you dialed 911, another message flashed on your screen.

Unknown: Calling for help? It won't make a difference. I'm always one step ahead.

Fear tightened its grip on you, but you continued with the call, silently praying that law enforcement could indeed intervene in this sinister game. As you spoke with the emergency operator, your stalker's messages continued to flood in.

Unknown: You can't hide forever. I'll be watching, waiting.

Each message felt like a dagger, cutting through your sense of security. The operator assured you that help was on the way, but that didn't stop the ominous texts.

Unknown: The sirens won't save you.

The final message came through, short and ominous, making you block the number.

Unknown: Tick-tock.

You waited almost the whole night, but no one came. The silence was deafening, making you doubt that your stalker would make a move on you. Perhaps your fear has gotten the better of you, making you panic unnecessarily. Either way, you couldn't shake the feeling that danger was just around the corner, leaving you a bit on edge.

As days turned into weeks, the quiet dragged on, and you started second-guessing yourself. The fear kind of faded, replaced by this sort of 'what now?' feeling. A whole week passed, and you didn't spot a single red rose anywhere. The absence of any signs from your stalker had lulled you into a false sense of security, the fear becoming a distant memory. The red roses that once haunted your thoughts had blurred into the background, and life had cautiously resumed a semblance of normalcy.

Just when you thought the nightmare had ended, he resurfaced. On an ordinary day, as you hesitated at the threshold of your home, a cold shiver ran down your spine and you saw something on the ground. You squinted at it for a moment before realizing what it was; a few red roses, perfectly trimmed and tied together with string. Your phone buzzed. You gasped, your heart racing as you realized that the rose had to be from your stalker.

Unknown: "A week is a long time to go without hearing from me, don't you think?”

Your fear grew as you considered possible reasons for your stalker's sudden absence. They'd been relentless with the red roses until now, constantly reminding you of their presence through the ominous messages tied to them. So why would they wait an entire week before finally breaking the silence? Was it a psychological game meant to make you believe you were safe long enough to let your guard down? Perhaps they'd been watching your house, waiting for a good opportunity to strike. Your mind was reeling with possibilities, yet the uncertainty only added to your mounting anxiety.

You quickly walked inside the house and blocked that number as well, not bothering to bring in the roses. You left them on your doormat to rot, as you had no desire to let the flowers remain in your home. Soon after, you heard a buzzing sound coming from your phone and instinctively answered.

"Hello," you said, hoping to hear a familiar voice on the other end. There was no reply for a second. Then suddenly, a deep, gravelly voice infused with a Southern twang unexpectedly responded, sending shivers down your spine. You froze for a moment, pondering the uncanny timing of the call. What gave it away wasn't just the voice, but the chilling familiarity of the situation. The sudden appearance of the roses, the ominous messages, and now this call from "Daphne 💕" at the most unsettling moment – it all clicked into place. It couldn't be a random coincidence. Your gut twisted with certainty; it had to be the stalker, cunningly using the guise of your friend's name to unnerve you further.

The voice spoke again, "I missed our little game, I'm glad you blocked my last number, as it made our game much more interesting," the voice taunted, sending shivers coursing down your spine.

"Why are you doing this? Is Daphne okay?" You shouted into the phone, your thoughts running wild with a million questions and concerns. The stalker's laughter sent chills down your spine and increased your frustration. "Why would I hurt Daphne if you're the one I want?" the stalker laughed again as if your worry was a joke to them. It seemed clear that the stalker had little to no compassion for your best friend's safety.

You desperately needed a way to get to the point, so you chose not to waste any more time. "If you're after me, then why are you pretending to be my best friend? Wouldn't it be easier to just text me with your number?”

"Well, that doesn't seem to work. You've blocked every number I've tried," the stalker replied, their tone oozing with smugness. It dawned on you that they'd been meticulously keeping track of every number you blocked, instead of simply moving on like a normal person would.

"Touche," you responded evenly, sensing the stalker's growing frustration as you stood your ground. Their voice took on a darker edge as they acknowledged your resistance. "Blocking my numbers isn't cutting it. Looks like we need to switch up the game," they declared, sending a chill down your spine. You couldn't shake the feeling that their next move would be far more sinister than merely sending flowers.

"So, what do you propose we do now that blocking your numbers isn't working?" you asked calmly. The stalker laughed, a menacing sound that only added to the tension between the two of you. "I have a few ideas," the stalker replied, their tone of voice hinting at something sinister. "Let's hear them," you replied, keeping your tone of voice as calm as possible to disguise the fear growing inside of you. The stalker paused for a moment before speaking, as if they were plotting their next move.

You walked into your kitchen and grabbed a knife like you did a week prior. The stalker's dismissive response sent a chill down your spine. "And a flimsy kitchen knife is a solution... sweetpea, those knives in that block of yours aren't as sharp as you think," the stalker responded, making you look around nervously. The stalker had made it clear that they could see you, which raised several new questions. How much could they see? Could they see you right now? Were they hiding nearby?

"Like that would deter me. In my hands, this knife can and will kill you," you spoke with false confidence as you walked to your bedroom. The stalker's dismissive attitude frustrated you, and you were tired of being the one who was afraid. You wanted to gain the upper hand in this situation, and you were prepared to do whatever it took to protect yourself.

You grabbed your desk chair and a pillow before taking a seat with the phone and knife still in hand. The stalker responded in a mocking tone, "Oh, what are you going to do with that knife? Stab me through the phone?" They were challenging you, and you were determined to prove that you weren't as afraid as they thought. You were determined not to let them get under your skin and decided to respond with your mocking tone. "Maybe I will," you replied, deciding to match their confidence.

"No need for hypotheticals… you smell good by the way," he responded, so casually it made you gasp audibly as you suddenly imagined how close he was. "No need to get all fussy," the stalker continued, their tone of voice a mixture of amusement and malice. The thought of the stalker's presence just inches away from you made you hot and uncomfortable in a way you hadn't felt before.

You shut the blinds in your bedroom and frantically rummaged through your closet, stabbing at clothes out of sheer terror. Opting to take a seat, you vowed not to sleep until the psycho lurking in your house was either gone or dealt with permanently. The idea of him being in such proximity sent waves of unease rippling through your body. Uncertain of his capabilities, paranoia set in, making you hyper-aware of every subtle sound or movement. It felt like only a matter of time before you'd hear him drawing closer.

The night felt like it stretched on forever, filled with nothing but anxiety and dread. You must've checked the locks on every door and window a dozen times, feeling more paranoid with each click. Even going around, peeping through the blinds and peeking under the bed, making sure nothing was lurking in the shadows before finally settling down in your desk chair for the night. You could barely stop yourself from jumping at every little sound. Around 1 am, you started to feel tired but kept yourself awake for as long as you could. However, your exhaustion soon caught up to you, and you began to yawn constantly, fighting against the urge to fall asleep.

It was 1:30 am when you decided you couldn't take it anymore. You were thirsty and tired, and the three-day-old water bottle on your nightstand didn't sound too appealing. You grabbed the knife as you made your way down the stairs, trying to stay alert while simultaneously fighting the exhaustion that was starting to take over. You finally reached the kitchen and took a deep breath, grateful for the chance to stretch your legs. You poured yourself a glass of water and gulped it down quickly as you thought of the long night you still had ahead of you.

You can feel the exhaustion slowly taking over as your eyes start to feel heavy, and the surroundings turn hazy. You can feel yourself starting to lose control as the exhaustion takes over, and it becomes harder and harder to stay alert. You feel as if you're caught in a fog, losing touch with reality more and more as time goes on.

You stumble into your room, your vision getting blurrier by the second. Exhaustion has you barely standing. Darkness starts to take over, swallowing everything up as your surroundings turn fuzzy. It feels like you're losing control, like a heavy blanket pulling you down. A fog surrounds you, making everything dark. As darkness closes in, you can feel yourself slipping away, struggling to stay upright as your vision fades to black.

You jolted awake as something rough brushed against your wrist. Your surroundings rushed back into focus as the exhaustion subsided a bit. You tried to see what had touched your wrist, only to find your hands tied securely to the headboard with rough, coarse rope. After the initial shock wore off, you started to feel the tension in your wrists as the ropes began to dig into the skin.

Your room was dark, illuminated only by the moonlight flooding in from your window. The blinds and window were now open, letting in a cool breeze. You looked around in a panic, and that's when you saw him. The contractor you hired 2 months ago to help with house renovations stood menacingly in the moonlight, his large frame and pepper-sprinkled hair glinting in the moonlight. His appearance made you feel a wave of fear and suspicion, which was only furthered as he stepped forward into the light.

You tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat as you realized he had covered your mouth with tape. Panic surged within you, questions swirling in your mind like a tempest. Why was this happening? Why are you? What was the significance of the roses? And the most pressing question: How did he get into your house?

His presence loomed over you, a sinister silhouette against the moonlit backdrop. Every detail seemed amplified in the dimness—the way his eyes bore into yours, the rough texture of the tape against your skin, the faint rustle of fabric as he shifted closer. Fear pulsed through your veins, a relentless drumbeat drowning out all other thoughts.

You struggled against the bindings, the coarse rope biting into your wrists as you attempted to break free. But his gaze held you captive, a silent reminder of your vulnerability. During the chaos, a desperate longing for answers consumed you, driving you to seek clarity in the shadows that enveloped you both.

As the stalker's words filled the dimly lit room, they carried a weight of uncertainty. "I just want to keep you safe," he said, his voice oddly calm, though it sent shivers down your spine. Despite his calm demeanor, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something off about his intentions.

"I gave you those roses because they mean something to me," he explained, his tone determined yet unsettling, the twang of his accent adding an eerie quality to his words. His explanations felt like pieces of a puzzle you couldn't quite solve, leaving you with more questions than answers.

His justifications for his actions only added to the confusion. "Breakin' in, you see, it was necessary," he continued, his explanation sounding more like a feeble excuse. You couldn't help but wonder what drove him to such extremes, what twisted logic fueled his intrusive behavior.

With each passing moment, the lines between concern and obsession blurred further, leaving you to navigate the murky waters of his intentions. As he spoke of protection and affection in that Southern accent, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to his story than he let on.

"Now," he murmured, his voice taking on an eerie calmness, "I'm going to remove the tape from your mouth. I suggest you cooperate." His tone held a chilling finality, a warning wrapped in false benevolence. "Behave, and we won't have any problems."

As the words escaped his lips, a twisted narrative unfolded, stirring a disturbing sense of familiarity within you. Despite the fear gnawing at your core, there was an unsettling draw towards him, as if his words carried a hidden allure.

His voice, soft yet commanding, stirred conflicting emotions within your mind. Memories of your first encounter flickered like distant flames, igniting a spark of attraction amidst the chaos of fear and confusion.

His eyes, once unsettling, now seemed to hint at vulnerability, reflecting a mirror to your uncertainties. His determination to protect you, though shrouded in ambiguity, blurred the lines between reality and manipulation, leaving you to wonder at his true intentions.

Amidst the turmoil, a nagging sense of unease whispered warnings of danger, urging caution in the face of the unknown. The chill that ran down your spine couldn't be dismissed, as his calm demeanor masked the darkness lurking beneath the surface.

As he reached to remove the tape from your mouth, a fleeting thought crossed your mind, betraying the depths of your confusion. Despite the fear and uncertainty, an undeniable attraction lingered towards this enigmatic figure, the same one who had once breathed life into the walls of your home.

Trapped and bound, vulnerability heightened with each passing moment. The stalker's unsettling words hung in the air as he approached, his eyes now a mix of intensity and what seemed like genuine concern. The tape on your mouth held back the words you longed to shout in defiance.

As the tape peeled away, a shiver coursed through you, a mix of fear and inexplicable attraction. The dim room bore witness to the conflicting dance of emotions, a macabre waltz where danger intertwined with a bizarre sense of connection.

His fingers brushed against your skin as the tape came off, sending a jolt through you. "I suggest you behave," he murmured, his words dripping with a possessive edge that made your skin crawl. Tension thickened in the air as his touch lingered, tracing an unsettling path along your bound wrists.

His actions became increasingly invasive as he leaned closer, his eyes piercing into yours with a sinister intent. "I'll behave if you stop this madness," you retorted, your voice quivering with defiance and desperation. The stalker's eyes narrowed, a sinister smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Ah, but this ain't madness, my dear," he drawled in a Southern twang, his voice dripping with unsettling calmness. "This is love, a love that you'll come to understand in time."

The words sent a chill down your spine, but you refused to let him see your fear. "Love doesn't involve tying someone up against their will," you shot back, determination lacing your words.

His laughter echoed in the darkness, a hollow sound that sent shivers down your spine. "Oh, but my love, you'll see," he said, his voice taking on a dangerous edge. "You'll come to realize that everything I do, I do for you."

Your heart raced as you struggled against your bindings, the stalker's presence suffocating in its intensity. "Let me go," you pleaded, your voice betraying the fear you fought so hard to hide.

But the stalker only leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear, his Southern twang adding an eerie quality to his words. "I'll let you go when you understand," he whispered, his words a haunting promise of things to come. "Until then, we're playing a game, you and I, a game of cat and mouse."

Your pulse quickened at his words, the sinister game unfolding in the darkness. "I don't want to play your game," you countered, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and defiance.

"But you've already joined, my dear," the stalker replied, his tone chillingly matter-of-fact, his Southern twang accentuating the unsettling atmosphere. "And you'll find that I'm quite skilled at it."

His words loomed in the air, casting a weighty tension that embraced the room. Each of his calculated moves and carefully chosen words served the purpose of unsettling your equilibrium.

"I won't let you win," you declared, rallying every ounce of courage within.

The stalker's grin widened, a predatory gleam sparking in his eyes. "Oh, but that's what makes it so exhilarating," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "The chase, the uncertainty. It's what keeps us alive."

A hard swallow marked the acknowledgment of your grim reality. Trapped within the twisted game he orchestrated, you recognized the stakes were high. Refusing to play the role of a pawn in his deranged scheme, you vowed to escape, regardless of the price.

As the tension simmered between you, the air crackled with an unsettling energy. The stalker's gaze bore into yours, a magnetic pull tainted with danger and an underlying primal essence.

"I won't be a pawn in your sick game," you spat, your voice trembling with a blend of fear and defiance, yet underscored by an undeniable undercurrent of something more.

The stalker's smirk deepened, a trace of amusement flickering in his eyes. "Oh, but my dear, you already are," he purred, his voice low and seductive. "And soon enough, you'll come to relish every twist and turn."

He reached for the blanket and slowly pulled it down, revealing the t-shirt you had worn earlier. The cool breeze in the room caused your nipples to harden. "What are you doing?" you panicked, attempting to move away, but the rope still tightly bound your arms and ankles. "I said behave." Gosh, you wished you could put a name to the face; it had been so long since you'd talked to your contractor that you'd completely forgotten his name.

He removed the blanket completely, walking to the end of your bed where your ankles were tied. You felt a sense of relief when you saw him start untying your ankles. "If you do something stupid, there will be consequences," he finished untying your ankles and kissed your feet softly.

The change in move had you taken by surprise. You didn't know what to expect next, but you were suddenly aware that you were in a very vulnerable position. He planted his hands on your hips and pinned you down on the bed, his strength overwhelming. You were completely at his mercy, and you could feel the heat of his breath on your neck. A shiver ran through your body as you realized how easily he could overpower you if he wanted to.

Your body goes into survival mode, and you fight against his hold with all the strength you can muster. But it's useless. He's too big. Too heavy. Too imposing. He moves to straddle you, pinning your legs between his screams with frustration, attempting to buck him off. He laughs at the attempt, the rich sound of his amusement sending a chill down your spine,” Shh..just relax sweet pea I won't hurt you” he gently brushes some stray hairs out of my face.

"Get off me!" You shouted, kicking your feet up and down, but there was no budge in his position. He grabbed your face forcefully, drawing it closer to his own, and you could smell the mixture of liquor and mint on his breath as he spoke with a threatening tone. "Keep pissing me off, I dare you."

A panic starts to come over you, sweat starts to drip down your hair like a pulsing sensation starts to pulse between your legs, “the stalker whispered with a sickening grin. As he lifted your t-shirt, exposing some of the skin on your stomach, you felt his breath on your ear, and a shiver ran down your spine. Your body was reacting to his touch in a way that filled you with shame.

His rough calloused hands started exploring higher, slowly but surely making their way over your stomach and up towards your chest lifting your t-shirt more and more with each movement. You felt the soft touches against your skin, his fingers slowly tracing up your body, creating a sense of danger and excitement. You were frightened, and your mind went into panic mode. "What's your name? Is it Josh or Jake?" the words came spilling out suddenly as you wanted to distract him from what his hands were doing.

The stalker was caught off guard by your sudden question, and the change in your tone pulled him out of his trance for a moment. He chuckled, as his fingers continued to explore your body. "My name is not Josh or Jake," he whispered. "My name is much more interesting than that." He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin as his fingers continued to trail up toward your chest. He started to knead your breasts softly.

"My name is Joel, and I'm shocked that you don't remember," Joel said with a sadistic smirk. He sat up, allowing your legs to move freely, and you immediately rolled around to cover your exposed skin. It didn't matter whether you got rope burns on your wrists or not, as long as he wasn't able to touch you intimately. Your body was still tingling from his earlier touches, and no matter how much you tried to ignore it, the sensations were still there. 

"Maybe I should make you remember it for next time." Joel's voice had a harsher tone to it as he spoke, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes as he watched you roll around to cover up the exposed skin. Maybe he was angry that you didn't remember him, or maybe he was angry because you seemed to be resisting his advances. The reason didn't matter. What mattered was that he looked pissed.

He walked back over to your ankles and started to tug on your pants making them come off in one swift motion before grabbing one of your legs and lifting it roughly kissing your ankle and lower calf you tried to kick your legs but to no avail, it was like it didn't affect him it was kinda hot, what no? Get it together he's your stalker

You were left helpless in your t-shirt and panties scared and unsure of what to say or do as you're body was betraying your brain my pause in thinking gave him enough time to discard your panties and put them into his jeans pocket…You glanced over him swiftly, taking in his broad, fit physique, which seemed to defy his age. He carried a presence that suggested he might even be older than your father if not the same age. what had felt like 15 seconds had been long enough for him to pin your knees down to your bed

If you tried to buck and get away you would only shove your pussy closer to his face, you had an intense pink blush on your cheeks at the action he was so quick and seamless unlike any male you'd ever been with you stiffen the moonlight barely allows you to see him making you angrier feeling even more exposed to him.

He starts to kiss your upper thigh making you gasp at his actions as he slowly makes his way closer to your mound he teases you knowing that your body is betraying you as your legs shake suddenly the closer he gets to your core. He took his time kissing both your legs and even your lower stomach every so often as he switched. 

“The only sounds I want to hear out of you are praise, my name, or your moans'' he placed a kiss directly onto your clit making you arch your back in pleasure causing your hips to lift off the bed. “You smell and taste like candy” he gripped your hips and roughly brought your hips back down onto the bed “Now stay still and let me enjoy my food” 

Joel didn't hold back he kept his hands on your knees keeping your spread and ready for whatever he wanted to do to you, he didn't hold back in his movements his tongue lapped up every juice your body produced like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted you bite your lip trying not to give him and satisfaction of knowing the pleasure he was giving you. You were grateful your hands were bound if not you weren't sure you could hold off on running and tugging your hands through his hair.

You feel and smell your arousal your body is shaking and you're struggling to stay quiet he knows it and isn't making it any easier as he starts to change his technique he uses his teeth to bite your clit softly allowing his tongue to attack no mercy his movements calculated as he listened to the sweet sounds of your moans started to escape.

He pulled away making you whimper before changing the position he sat on her knees before pulling your ass off the bed and pushing your legs so they were at the side of your head he spit on your pussy before using his hand to spread the spit around your pussy making the surface even wetter. “You're not behaving you're holding back” he pauses and puts two fingers into your pussy pumping in and out slowly making your eyes roll to the back of your head and moan softly…fucking heaven. “See how much better it feels when you don't hold anything in?” he taunted you as he began to curl his fingers hitting that one spot that made you see stars.

You moaned feeling on edge you tugged on the ropes holding your hands hostage you wanted to touch him so badly. He began to bite on your clit just enough to give you pleasure but not enough to hurt. He brought the hand that wasn't fingering you so deep you were seeing stars up to your breasts moving your stupid t-shirt out the way to pinch and kneed the smooth skin.

You couldn't take it anymore. Your orgasm was coming faster than ever your moans were not contained. You were grateful for the seclusion of the woods that surround your house. It probably sounded like a murder was taking place with how loud your moans were getting.

Joel knew you were close as well. He stopped kneading your breast and used his free hand to hold one of your legs down as they began to shake rapidly, he added another finger and made his motions faster. You couldn't take it anymore you screamed out “OH GOD JOEL!!!” you started to shake as he continued to finger you and hold your legs open he moved away from your pussy to get more leverage to hold down your shaking body “JOEL…stop.., it's too much” you gasped and started to cry at the overstimulation he was giving you. 

Then he finally let go, letting your legs down. Your vision was blurry from your tears. Joel stood up at the end of your bed. The sun was beginning to rise, giving you a better look at him. God, he was just as hot as the first day you met him. “I hope you don't think we're done so soon?” he joked you were shocked for a man his age he's lasting longer than you thought possible, the started to undress himself revealing his chest he was even broader without a shirt he had a small belly but bellow it was a large raging cock it had to be as thick as a soda can and longer than any dick you'd seen in real life it was majestic .” cat got your tongue?” he climbed on top of you and met your lips with a sloppy kiss.

You both began to make out like horny teenagers. You could taste your arousal on his tongue. He ran his hands through your hair and down your body he pulled back for a second before ripping your t-shirt in half “Hey!” you protested, “it kept getting in the way of what I wanted” he started to kiss down your neck leaving bruises as he moved along your neck and collar bone. You groaned in frustration as you couldn't touch him, your wrists were becoming raw and red with pain. He noticed and kissed your wrists but didn't untie them, making you squirm to try and loosen the ropes. Joel grabbed your face roughly "When you misbehave, you don't always get what you want," Joel said, using a more stern tone. "Now be good and stop squirming around like a child who didn't get what they wanted." he let go of your face and started to stroke his cock.

He put his hand in front of your mouth “Spit” You spit into his hand and watched as he used your spit as lube for him to stroke his dick, he spread your legs open again he pushed your knees back close to your head but not far enough for your ass to be off the bed but enough to give him a good view of your pussy glistening in the morning light.

He rubbed the head of his cock up and down your folds causing you to gasp nervously for what was to come, he slowly started to insert his dick into you screaming at him and moved your hips away as he tried to insert the tip “Ah!” you kick at him “stop it doesn't fit” you plead with him for him to stop or maybe stretch you more. “Aww poor baby never had a real cock have you” he inserted the tip of his dick filling causing you to arch your back slightly you rapidly shake your head no to answer his questions “Words” his voice sounds cold and dominant as he pulls you by your hips onto his dick

It's so deep you feel it in your throat you can't help but moan out at the feeling so painful but so pleasurable “Now…” he pulls out almost completely before slamming back in “Have you never been with a real man like me?” He continues to apply slow deep thrusts as he talks to you making your eyes roll to the back of your head “god I can barely fit” he eggs you on as he begins to use his thumb to rub your clit adding just enough pressure to have you moaning out for more.

“Please…more I want more” you beg as your hips start to meet his thrusts. He begins to pump into you faster grabbing onto your hips and roughly digging your hips into the mattress as he thrusts harder and faster into you the pain has completely faded and all you feel is pure euphoria as he fucks you.

You haven't been able to stop moaning and you quickly get embarrassed as a loud shriek leaves your mouth as he hits that spot again you'd never had anyone fuck you like this you don't feel pleasure for a moment he's made you feel good over and over listened to your body and understood how a women's pleasure works. “Joel…please” You didn't Even know what you were begging for, you just longed for more for anything he was willing to give you.

“Do you wanna cum?” he taunts biting your shoulder as he continued thrusting into you, you were lying if you said you didn't want to come you wanted so too so bad and he knew it he was experienced he could tell by the way your pussy was pulsing, your breath became sloppy, the way your toes curled he knew he just wanted you to say it. “Answer me or I won't let you cum at all” he growled, applying pressure to your clit using his thumb “Yes yes god yes please make me cum” Your back arched and you moved your body into him as much as you could.

You're juices dripped down your thighs a set of continuous moans fall out your mouth “You're gonna cum with me sweet pea fill you with all my baby’s” he groans and pulls your thighs into his arms so your legs are flat against his chest allowing you to feel him in your spine the sound of the bed squeaking fills the room as his thrusts became more erratic “ready?” he groans deeply and rubs your clit faster and faster until your vision suddenly went fuzzy as your orgasm washed over one another. You felt his sticky cum flood into your pussy. The feeling was so warm it felt like it would never stop cumming thank god for IUDs. 

Joel didn't let go of your legs, instead, he pushed into you making sure as much of his cum as possible would stay inside of you, he leaned down into you making your legs right next to your ears he leaned in for a passionate kiss before pulling out of you.

A dead silence reigned over the room the morning sun shined through your bedroom window as the smell of sex overwhelmed your senses, after a few moments Joel undid the rope that had your hands tied to the headboard your wrists were red and bruised from rubbing against the rope so hard, Joel put his clothes back on as you lay in bed staring at the ceiling finally releasing what you just did you fucked your stalker and liked it?

Your thoughts raced as Joel came back into view, the last person you wanted to see at that moment. "My real number..." he muttered, tossing a business card in your direction. You glanced over the card.

‘Miller Brothers Contracting and Co….’

He hesitated at your bedroom door before exiting the room entirely.

[megalony]

Force Of Nature

I know it's taken me a while to finally get an imagine for Tommy Kinard finished, but here it is and I hope you will all like it. Please let me know what you think.

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Summary: While (Y/n) is on shift with her team, lightning strikes and her team, including her partner Tommy, try to save her.

Enjoy.

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"Go get 'em cowgirl."

(Y/n) let her hands curl around the ladder as she glanced over her shoulder at her big brother, sending a smile his way when she felt him give a sharp tug on the rope around her waist to make sure she was secured.

He reached his foot out and clicked the lock off the winch so the rope would extend.

Buck kept his hands on the ladder and stayed arched forwards, keeping his eyes on his sister as she slowly ascended up the ladder. The plan was for (Y/n) to climb onto the balcony, evacuate the fifth floor and Eddie and Bobby would go in through the lobby and make sure everyone got out. While Chimney and Hen were working with the hose, Buck was operating the winch and standing by in case he had to follow up the ladder too.

It was hard to see anything through the thick downpour. The rain was so heavy that (Y/n) couldn't see the ladder in front of her with the torrential downpour that made her helmet jutter on her head and drop the rain down onto the tip of her nose.

Her lips were drenched, her lashes were fighting off the rain and every inch of her skin was starting to shake from the low temperature.

"Bloody rain," She muttered to herself as she reached the end of the ladder and took a quick glance around.

(Y/n) tilted her head over the side of the ladder and let herself look over the edge.

She found Bobby rather easily despite being high up near the fifth floor and she smiled. He had been a father to her and Buck since they first joined the team. Bobby was hanging back, waiting to guide everybody out and they needed Hen and Chimney to put some of the fire out first before they went in. (Y/n) nodded when she saw Bobby give her a thumbs up, the silent go ahead she needed so she could proceed into the building.

But her body tremored and she slumped forward and hunkered down when a horrid noise tore through the sky. Her eyes lifted and her head snapped up towards the sky but all she could see were thousands of white droplets raining down from the heavens. The sky was a misty blue mixed with swirls of black like a canvas with only a few swirls of clouds to be seen through the rain.

"Was that lightning?" (Y/n) curled her fingers around her radio and leaned her head down, unable to hide the shake in her voice.

If that was lightning they needed to be careful or pull back. The truck was a magnet for lightning and electricity, they had already been down to the beach yesterday when lightning struck the sand. They didn't need it getting closer to this scene and causing problems.

(Y/n) didn't do well with thunder and lightning. not after a bad storm when she and Buck were little and a strike hit the telephone pole right outside their house.

Even now, being all grown up and being a firefighter, when the sky rumbled with thunder and flashes of lightning struck the sky, (Y/n) cowered down. She couldn't concentrate in this weather and she could never sleep when the weather was like this. It was why Tommy loved the thunderous weather, he knew his girlfriend would tuck herself into his broad frame and hide away against him.

"You good?" Buck gripped his radio and raised a brow, keeping his eyes on his sister curiously.

"I don't kn-"

Lightning broke through the clouds, an act that had most passers-by in awe, but had the 118 rooted to the spot with dread.

Buck heard her scream. It was the howl of a banshee that tore through his heart and set off an explosion in his chest.

His eyes snapped closed and a mimicking sound left his own lips when sparks flew from the ladder and seemed to set the truck alight. He couldn't keep hold of the ladder and the force sent him backwards until he was falling through the air. All the air burst out of his lungs when his back hit the ground and the jolt it sent through his system made him shake on the floor.

Something snapped. He heard the sound vibrate through his ears as he gasped and clawed for each breath. The sound was hollow but loud enough to make Buck yelp; could that have been his spine snapping in two?

His eyes couldn't focus when he managed to open them and his arm bound around his chest as he rolled onto his left side with a guttural groan. His knees felt weak and his back burned when he tried to sit himself up and take a look around. But it wasn't his spine that had broken, and that made relief shoot through his system.

He would live to fight another day.

"Jesus fucking Christ." He choked, shaking the static from his ears and the tension from his head that was clouding over.

He grabbed the back of his neck and tilted his head round to click his neck into place and he used what little energy he had left to push himself onto trembling legs. Safe to say Buck had never fallen off one of the trucks before, that was a new one to add to his list.

But once he lifted his head and took a look around through the blasting rain, his body went rigid. He could feel his blood draining down to his feet as if he were an hourglass. His jaw slackened and his pupils took over his pasty blue orbs that couldn't look anywhere else but up into the dark night sky.

He didn't realise he was making a noise until his lungs became starved of oxygen and he suddenly felt lightheaded.

He was screaming.

His hand reached out and he gave Eddie a rough shove towards the truck, pointing and gasping for him to grab the winch. His twin sister was hurt. The girl Bobby thought of as his daughter was hanging in mid-air, lifeless.

The buckle clip was the only thing stopping (Y/n) from plummeting through the air and crashing down on the concrete below. It suspended her in the air, four stories high above them like an omen of death. Her legs and arms dangled limp and lifeless at her sides and when Buck looked close enough, he could see them swaying in the breeze. Her head was snapped back enough that it looked like her neck had been broken.

"Oh God! Get her- get her down- Bobby she isn't moving!"

Words rambled past Buck's lips as his boots clunked and splashed through the rain that splashed up as high as his shoulders.

He stood directly beneath the ladder, arms stretched high as if he were reaching out for the heavens. He needed his sister. He needed to get her down. She had gone limp; they needed to help her. He wished he could jump up and yank her down himself. Eddie wasn't lowering her quick enough; it felt like hours were passing in the space of seconds as (Y/n) came down slower than a feather from the sky.

"Hen we need a gurney! Chimney back up the ambulance let's go." Bobby shouted out orders as he waved his hands for them to hurry. They were now in the golden time zone and if they didn't move fast enough, they could lose (Y/n).

"Faster!"

As soon as (Y/n) started to sway and jutter as the red rope lowered her down, Buck pushed up on his toes and stretched his arms high up into the rain to reach for her. His hand pressed between her shoulder blades and his other hand cupped the back of her thigh as Hen pushed a gurney directly beneath her.

"Unhook her."

Buck took (Y/n)'s weight when Bobby unclipped the buckle and he laid (Y/n) down and slid his hands from beneath her.

He couldn't comprehend how much his limbs were shaking until Bobby's rough hand clapped down on his shoulder, silently pleading with him to stop. He didn't have to do everything. Hen was a medic, she would take care of (Y/n).

A silent look passed between them all before Hen ripped her gloves off and quickly tore open the florescent jacket (Y/n) was wearing. She snatched a pair of scissors from the medic bag on the end of the gurney and quickly zipped them up the centre of (Y/n)'s shirt which was now sodden through with rain.

She parted the shirt, letting it drape over each of (Y/n)'s unmoving shoulders, exposing her blue bra to their eyes which caused Bobby to look up at the back of the ambulance instead and Buck adverted his gaze to his sister's feet.

That wasn't a sight he should be partial to. He shouldn't be able to see his sister's exposed chest like this. He shouldn't be seeing his sister laid out, motionless on a gurney. Buck didn't want to see any of his family in peril like this. He hated it.

Buck dared to reach his hand out and give (Y/n)'s knee a squeeze, but his body quaked when something dawned on him. She wasn't moving.

No shivers, no spasms, no goosebumps or hairs standing up on end. Nothing.

And when he managed to drag his eyes back to his sister's chest- a sight that made him feel like a child peeking around a bathroom door- he noticed bubbling streaks of crimson slithering up her right arm, over her shoulder and spreading across her chest like a wildfire.

"(Y/n)… (Y/n), please," A choked moan left Buck's lips when he watched Hen press her fingers against his sister's neck.

Her grave expression crushed the hope hiding inside of Buck. There wasn't a pulse. That made their job so much harder. They were going to have to work to get her back, but what if she didn't come back from this? What was Buck going to do without his sister? His twin? His other half?

What was he going to tell Tommy?

"I don't have a pulse." Hen's words sent Buck's shoulders quaking and if Bobby hadn't of reached of for him in time, he would have fallen on the gurney along with his twin.

He clutched at Bobby's arm that wrapped around his chest as a low moan gurgled at the back of his throat. He watched Chimney appear at the end of the gurney but when his friend rattled through the medic bag and handed the defibrilator pads to Hen, Evan acted fast. He slapped them out of Chimney's hands and gave him the roughest shove he could manage, almost knocking him into the back of the ambulance.

"S-she's soaked! You'll execute her!"

Did they not know what would happen to someone given electricity when wet? Did they not know how the electric chair execution used to work?

(Y/n) was covered in rain from head to toe and their suits weren't water proof. Now her clothes had been ripped apart, she was getting consumed with water. Lightning had already shocked her heart once but if they tried to do it again when she was wet, they would be executing her with no chance of revival.

"So we go back to basic. Hen, bag her. Chim get the engine fired up. Move before we lose her." Eddie's voice cut through the air and he pushed his way to the gurney and in one swoop, he stood up on the metal frame and interlocked his hands.

The longer they left (Y/n)'s heart untouched and motionless, the less chance they had of getting it restarted again.

He started pushing down on her chest, trying hard to control his breathing while Hen got an air bag situated over (Y/n)'s mouth and nose. And Chimney disappeared to get into the front of the ambulance. They had to get going to the hospital.

"This is Captain Nash, we have a firefighter down. Repeat, firefighter Buckley is down, struck by lightning. No vital signs yet. Requesting medic team on standby at Mercy hospital, we are on our way."

Bobby ran his hand up and down Evan's back and ushered him into the back of the ambulance. There was no time to stop and ask questions, they needed to move. One of the others could deal with the truck and get it out the way, the team needed to get to the hospital and none of them were going to leave (Y/n).

Hen and Bobby got the gurney in the back of the ambulance and Buck clambered in and deadlocked both hands around his sister's lifeless palm. But all of them froze when each of their radios shook with the sound of a new, frantic voice through the frequency.

"Who got hurt?"

Oh no.

Eddie snapped his head to the right, locking eyes with Buck as the pair of them shivered and his upper lip curled in panic.

Bobby had gone onto a higher frequency, he had tried to get through to anyone on the radio station. Dispatch, another team who could come here and cover them, the frequency for the hospital to alert them, he needed anyone and everyone to know what was happening. He needed preparations in place for when they reached the hospital so that doctors could sort (Y/n) out immediately.

His frequency got through to the 227. More specifically, through to Tommy.

They had unintentionally told him what had happened through the radio. If they'd of had the time and the thought, they would have called him. Bobby would have gotten through to him to explain, or Evan would have called and sobbed through the phone, trying to explain what had happened.

"Tommy-"

"Was it Evan or (Y/n)? Who was it?!"

"(Y/n)."

Buck slammed his frame into the wall of the ambulance, reduced to a shaking mess when Tommy's gut-wrenching scream tore through the radio.

He'd never heard Tommy scream like that. He'd never really heard Tommy make any kind of scream or disgruntled noise like that before. He'd never been around him in a dire emergency or a situation that hit home for Tommy. The elder firefighter was always the epitomy of calm and collected, Tommy didn't get rattled easily.

Not unless it concerned (Y/n). She had quickly become his world when he got friendly with the 118 and subsequently started dating her.

Buck lowered his eyes down to the gurney and reached out to curl both his trembling hands around his sister's limp hand. Her skin felt like rubber against his touch, taut and cold and lifeless and it made him choke. He pulled her hand to press his lips against the back of her knuckles and his blurry vision zoomed in on her eyes.

He couldn't look anywhere else.

Her shirt was ripped open, exposing her chest which wasn't a sight Buck wanted to see and he truly didn't want to watch his best friend press down on his sister's chest so hard it looked like he was going to crack through her ribs. And Buck couldn't look at (Y/n)'s face. Not when she wasn't moving, breathing, twitching or even opening her eyes.

Hen silently leaned over and found some towels and flannels from a drawer. She started to wipe the cloths over (Y/n)'s chest in frantic motions to clear up as much of the water as possible. CPR wasn't going to be enough. Her heart had been shocked, she would need another shock to get it going again and soon.

She clipped a monitor onto (Y/n)'s finger and grabbed the smooth plastic stickers, placing both in the correct positions over (Y/n)'s chest before she patted Eddie's shoulder.

"Stand clear."

Eddie let go of (Y/n)'s chest and took a step back while Buck dropped her head and braced his hands on his knees. He pressed his back up against the wall and closed his eyes.

Both men winced and a horrified sound left Buck's lips when the shock ignited through (Y/n)'s chest and arched her back up from the stretcher before she flopped back down; lifeless.

"I don't wanna risk over-exerting her heart. Starting compressions until we get to the hospital." Eddie braced one hand on the roof and the other on the stretched before he swung his leg over and climbed up. His knees clamped down into (Y/n)'s damp legs and he sank back onto her thighs with a grimace. He felt oddly intimate with her right now and it didn't feel right, but he couldn't keep doing compressions leaning over the gurney like that.

It was at the wrong angle and there was limited space in the ambulance with Hen, Bobby and Buck all squashed in the back with them like this.

They couldn't risk shocking her heart more than necessary or else it would give out completely. She had already endured a violent shock that had likely affected her heart, lungs and probably her liver too. More shocks would only crucify her heart and ensure she was dead.

Buck didn't feel the ambulance rolling to a stop until the back doors swung wide open and he tilted his head to look out as if he didn't believe they were really here.

Buck stood back, letting Bobby and Chimney carefully lower the gurney down to the floor. Once it was safely on the ground, Buck reached over and snatched his sister's hand again, pulling her limp arm until it was pinned into his chest. He let the tears flow down his face and the sobs bundle up in his chest as they all burst into the emergency room.

As soon as they were inside, Eddie held his hand out to get them to stop. He clenched his hands down on the gurney beside (Y/n)'s shoulders and climbed over the side to jump back down to his feet.

"Go again. Everybody stand clear."

On Eddie's word, Hen set the defibrilator up again and everyone held their breaths and watched the jolt rush through (Y/n)'s chest.

No one knew who made a sound when her heartbeat suddenly came back.

"What have we got?"

"(Y/n) Buckley, struck by lightning. No pulse for three minutes, seventeen seconds but she's had CPR on route and pulse is back."

Buck felt like his legs were going to give way on him again when the nurses took over the air bag since (Y/n) wasn't breathing on her own yet. But he could feel himself stumbling back into Bobby when the front doors opened and thunderous boots that demanded attention stormed in.

"Where is she?!"

Tommy looked like a force of nature. Broad shoulders hunched up and taut. Jacket hanging off them loosely, covered in soot and smoke and God knows what else. Hair askew in all directions. Face smeared with dirt with a few streaks that showed where he had tried to wipe himself clean. And his jaw was dropped so low it was almost scraping along the floor.

His team had dropped him off here once they heard the commotion coming through the radio.

None of them had seen Tommy go down so hard and fast. His knees hit the floor, his fist clenched around the radio so tightly it broke and he screamed like a fatally wounded animal.

The team had to heave him up to his feet and drag his shell-shocked body into the truck on the promise that they would speed him down to the hospital so he could find out what was going on.

His wild, rabid eyes locked on the stretcher that was about to be wheeled away from him and he suddenly lost the ability to breathe.

There she was. There was his girl. The twin who had captured his heart. Laid out, shirt cut in half and hanging off her shoulders. Her entire body soaked head to toe from the rain. Defibrilator stickers glued to her chest, an oxygen mask covering her mouth and nose. Her body lifeless and unmoving, not even a twitch. Her chest wasn't rising and falling on it's own, she wasn't breathing, the air bag was doing that for her. The only thing working was her heart.

What were they going to do? How were they going to take care of his partner? What did someone do for a lightning strike? Did people usually survive this kind of thing- had this ever happened before?

"Let me see her." There was something demanding in Tommy's voice, but it didn't sway anyone, not like it normally did.

He had different voices. He could charm the pants off of anyone with just a few simple words. He could sweet-talk whoever he needed to in order to get his own way, it was a skill he had learned to perfect over the years. And when his guttural, demanding voice came into play, no one dared mess with him. But no one was listening to him today.

A jolt ran through his body and he almost fell when he tried to push off on the wrong foot in a feeble attempt to reach the gurney that was already aiming for the lift at the end of the hall.

"No! No-"

"Tommy stop."

"Tommy- hey, hey. It's okay, they'll take care of her." Bobby's voice wasn't as comforting as if should have been. Neither was his touch when he blocked Tommy's path towards (Y/n).

Chimney wrapped both arms over Tommy's biceps, effectively pinning Tommy's arms behind his back and allowing Chimney to have a form of reign over him. He held his friend back with great difficulty, writhing and straining to keep his footing to stop Tommy from interfering where he really shouldn't.

And with Bobby stood in front of him with a hand on his chest, Tommy started to slow. He stopped shaking his body from left to right, he took to concentrating on each heaving breath that passed his lips and stopped scraping his boots against the floor.

They understood. All of them did. She was Buck's sister which meant she was a sister to Chimney. Hen and Eddie loved her dearly, they thought of her as their own family and Bobby thought of her as a daughter. They understood Tommy's desperation, but they couldn't let himself get kicked out of the hospital or pinned down by security for trying to follow where he couldn't go.

He would be able to see her soon, they all would. But for now, Tommy had to make do with the team to console and wait with him.

Tears began to pour down Tommy's face in contest with the storm raging outside and his head hung down like his neck had been broken. His pointed chin tucked into his chest and his wet lips parted to let out a silent cry.

He couldn't lose her.

***

A sigh burned past Chimney's lips when he glanced around the hospital room. His arms folded over his chest and he looked between the two men who had been hidden away in here for almost three days in a row.

At least Buck looked somewhat comfortable. He was laid out in the cot bed on the left side of the room. It was a bit too small for his large frame, but he had curled his knees up to his stomach and his head was almost hanging off the side of the tiny frame. It didn't look at all comfortable, but it didn't need to be.

Neither Buck nor Tommy were going to be sleeping very much, they had barely gotten four hours of sleep between them as it was. The bed had been put there when both of them refused to go home. It was so they could try and catch some sleep properly rather than cramped up in the chairs.

Whereas right now, Tommy was hunched over in one of the uncomfortable blue chairs. His knees were rammed up against the bedframe, his elbows were pushing down on his knees and his hands were clasped together propping up his chin.

"Hey, you know, I can keep vigil by her side if you want to take a break. Go get a drink or a shower or a change of clothes?" Chimney kept his voice calm and quiet, trying not to break through the atmosphere in the room. It was oddly calm in here, considering the circumstances.

"No, thanks. I'm good."

Tommy didn't bother to look up as he spoke, his eyes stayed firmly locked on his girlfriend even though the sight of her was forever burned into his memory.

Laid there, motionless. Wires and tubes sticking out from beneath her hospital gown. Breathing tube forcefully strapped to her mouth. Eyes closed tight. Machines doing everything that her body was simply refusing to do on its own.

"You need to look after yourself, Tommy. When was the last time you ate?"

"I don't remember." He wasn't sure what day it was. He didn't know if he had been sitting here all night, all day or for a whole week. All Tommy knew was that if he left and something happened, he would never forgive himself. This was his partner laid here, the one person in his life who meant something to him. He wasn't leaving her side until she woke up and told him to go.

"You know she won't be happy when she wakes up and sees the state you two are in. She'll go mad." There was a playful edge to Chimney's words as he walked further into the room and planted himself down on the very edge of the bed.

Normally if he tried to jibe and joke, Tommy would crack a smile. He would look up and grin or roll his eyes or just tilt his head down in that manner of his and look down the ridge of his nose at Chimney. His one-sided smirk always shone through. But not today.

He looked exhausted. Dark purple and black rings layered beneath his puffy eyes that had tinges of red in the whites and his pupils were so small Chimney could barely see them. Lines were appearing on Tommy's cheeks and his lips looked chapped and his cheeks were hollowing out. Even his neck looked smaller and croaked and different.

Tommy couldn't hold himself up properly, he was wearing himself thin by sitting here. He wasn't eating, he barely managed a drink and combined with no sleep and little movement, he was wasting away.

"I can't leave her."

If Tommy were himself, he would of made a joke. He would of said something along the lines of 'How bad do you think I look?' or 'Are you implying I smell?' or just something to quip back at Chimney and have some banter with him.

But he wasn't in the mood for that. He didn't have the will, the energy or the capacity to start a jibing conversation like that.

"If something happens, I need to be here… I need to hold her hand, to let her know she isn't alone."

"Tommy-"

"I've seen people die, Howie. Too many to count, and after a while, it becomes second nature in a way. But the one thing that sticks with me is the worry. None of them wanted to die alone, it's frightening. So if (Y/n) can feel my hand in hers, then I don't wanna let go. If anything happens, I don't want her to think no one was there."

How could he leave her now?

They couldn't go anywhere when she might die. If the worst was to happen, Tommy wanted- no, he needed to be by her side. He had to hold her hand, he had to make sure he was with her to kiss her goodbye and promise that he would never let a day go by without her in his thoughts. He would promise to watch over Buck and Maddie and the team if he managed to live a day without her.

Leaving wasn't an option when walking away meant leaving his heart behind. Tommy couldn't function if (Y/n) wasn't within his sights to reassure himself that his heart, his world, wasn't about to crumble and die.

He had witnessed people dying. He had seen it first hand during the army, and again when transporting people to hospital and they didn't make it. Tommy might not have been the person right by their side, but he had always been close to death, close enough that he could of been on first name basis with death.

And he had seen how frightened people were, they were scared enough to hold a stranger's hand because they didn't want to think of their last moments being cold and alone.

If (Y/n) wasn't going to make it through this, then Tommy needed someone to hold her hand. He knew she might be able to hear, feel and sense the people around her and he wanted her to sense his hand in hers. He wanted her to know that if she couldn't hold on any longer, then it was okay.

She could let go and he would keep hold of her hand.

He felt the urge to cry, but he didn't have anymore tears left in him to shed. He sniffed, taking in a deep breath before he doubled forward and slipped his fingers into the grooves of (Y/n)'s hand. He brought her hand up against his lips and breathed against her skin like it was the air he needed to live.

He tilted his head to the left but he couldn't look at Chimney when he realised his friend had tears rolling down his face.

"I can respect that," Chimney brushed his hand beneath his eyes, shaking his head at how deeply Tommy's words had cut to his core. "But (Y/n) wouldn't want either of you withering away like this on her behalf. She'd want you to take care of yourselves. So if I bring you both some food, you need to eat. And I'll hold her hand while you go next door and shower even if that's a ten-second in and out job. Just a little self-care, for (Y/n)'s sake. Please."

Chimney wasn't asking for the world and he wasn't asking Tommy to walk away for an hour, an afternoon, a day.

He had to think of Buck and Tommy's health and how (Y/n) wouldn't want them to be doing this to themselves. While Buck was getting some sleep which he desperately needed, Tommy could try and eat something.

He could go into the shower adjoined to this room. He could just have a quick scrub and change into the clothes Maddie had brought for them both this morning. He could maybe have a quick shave with the door open so he could hear and still see (Y/n).

As long as he did something to look after himself so he didn't waste away waiting for (Y/n) to recover. That was all he was asking.

Tommy didn't want to agree. He understood, but he really didn't want to.

But as he grazed his nose and cheek against the back of (Y/n)'s hand, he took a sharp breath. He had stubble. (Y/n) didn't like him with stubble. She loved to kiss her way up his neck and across his face to his lips right after he shaved. She wouldn't like to open her eyes and see him like this with a scruffy face and greasy, unkept hair.

He had to look a bit more alive if (Y/n) was going to wake up soon and get better. He had to do that, for her.

He pressed a soft, tender kiss to the back of her hand before he set her hand down against her thigh and dragged his fingers across his chin.

"I guess I could do with a shave."

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"She's breathing fine without the ventilator now, all her vitals seem good. We just need to wait and see if she will come out of the coma okay."

How long would they have to wait? How long did they have before they knew if she was ever going to wake up? What would happen if she woke up and she couldn't speak or move or even remember any of them? What if she was changed, somehow, permanently, from this?

A quiet grumble left Tommy's lips and his eyes twitched behind his eyelids while he nuzzled his head further down and tried to keep his mind in a dreary state of sleep. He twitched his left arm, wondering for a second where he was and what he was doing, until the fog started to lift.

He recognised the body beneath him. His left arm was draped over (Y/n)'s waist. He could feel the wires and tubes tickling his bicep which he was trying to ignore so he could fall back into a state of sleep.

He could feel her hair tickling his nose and sticking to his lips that were pressing down against the top of her head.

He could feel his right hip tingling and pins and needles were shooting up and down his right leg from how he was laid on his side. And how he must have been laid like this for a while to send his leg numb like this, but he didn't care. He was finally sleeping, and he was attached to (Y/n), that was the only way he could manage to get some sleep no matter where he was or what he was doing.

Tommy distantly realised that his right arm was tucked above his head because he could feel his wrist bent awkwardly against the plastic frame of the bed. He tried not to care. He tried to push his face further down into (Y/n)'s hair and inhale her scent like it was morphine knocking him out.

But he couldn't shut his mind down when he felt her head twitch beneath his touch.

Why was she moving? She hadn't moved a muscle since she had been put in this room five days ago. Was it five days? Or was it six? How long had he been asleep? It didn't matter. What mattered was the fact that she was moving when previously she hadn't been at all.

"I- I can't f-feel my hand."

Once those words, those few little words that were as melodic as a lullaby, registered in Tommy's ears, he woke up immediately.

He was imagining things. He was hearing voices. He had to be. That was a voice he told himself he was never going to hear again. A voice he saved for when he closed his eyes and cried until he finally blacked out, listening to that voice in his memories.

His heart started to pound against his ribs like it was trying to bruise his chest and he could barely get his eyes into focus as he snapped his head up from the pillow and fumbled to try and move.

That was (Y/n)'s voice.

He twisted awkwardly causing his hip to click into place and his back to seize up, but he pushed through the feeling until he was sitting upright on the very edge of the bed. When her words sank into his mind, Tommy realised that while his left arm had been draped over (Y/n)'s waist, somehow, during his sleep, he had managed to tangle their fingers together.

He had been squeezing her hand in his sleep, so much so that he had left indents in the back of her hand and he could feel her pulse throbbing in her fingers.

When he looked down, tears started to blur his vision. (Y/n) was blinking up at him, squinting as her pupils narrowed and constricted to try and get a better view of him. The end of her nose crinkled and he watched her neck twist from left to right to try and get some feeling back.

But it was the way she squeezed his hand and managed to lift her arm up from the bed that had Tommy's jaw hanging low before his lips curved up into a loose smile.

He wasn't sure what sound left his lips, whether it was a cry, a yelp, a sob or some form of words. Whatever it was, Tommy didn't care.

All he cared about was releasing (Y/n)'s hand so he could cup the side of her face. His thumb etched across her jaw and his fingers pressed down on the side of her neck to feel her pulse and reassure himself that this was real and not some harrowing fabrication his broken mind was coming up with to soothe him.

He wasted no more time and swooped down to steal a kiss from her lips. The touch was brief, but it was overwhelming. He felt her chapped lips moving against his and her tongue swiping across his bottom lip. He felt her head incline into his touch and her trembling hand reach up to cup his wrist, keeping him in place as if he ever thought about letting her go or moving one inch away from her.

He felt her chest trying to push up from the bed to touch his and be close to him and it caused Tommy to lean down into her. He pushed his weight onto his hip and his elbow, allowing only a small amount of his weight to pin down on (Y/n)'s chest so he didn't crush her beneath him.

But the feeling of her chest rising and falling in tandem with his and feeling her ribs pushing against him made Tommy's heart swell.

"You're okay," He breathed the words into her mouth, barely removing his lips from hers because he just couldn't. He wanted to drown in her touch, smother her in a kiss and never come up for air again. "Oh, baby, you're awake."

He dove down to attack her lips again, unable to stop from sinking his teeth into her bottom lip. Swallowing her gasp, inhaling her limited air, crushing his nose against hers, feeling her teeth scrape his as his bruised lips wouldn't part from her.

He stole kiss after kiss after kiss and battled with himself to open his eyes, just to make sure that this wasn't a dream.

He found (Y/n)'s eyes staring up at him with the same look of wonder, the same amount of love and a lace of confusion shooting across her pupils like a star. She wasn't sure how long she had been asleep. She didn't know why she had been asleep or why her man was so frantic and panicked above her, but (Y/n) guessed something bad had happened.

But the way Tommy kissed the life from her body told her that everything was going to be okay now.

Her hand had gone numb from how tightly he had held onto her and it was the only thing (Y/n) could think of, fathom and comprehend. He had kept hold of her, guiding her back to him.

He brought her back.

[deliontower]

fallin’ into love | b.b

pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x gn!reader

summary: Benedict realises he has feelings for you at the wrong time

warnings: fluff and a little angst

word count: 660

a/n: since i dropped the pressure to write longer fics I’ve really enjoyed writing again. I’m gonna be unbearable when Benedict’s season comes out

Requested : reader is super clumsy and benedict is always there to take care of her (he would hold her when she’s about to trip and maybe wipe off something that’s on her face) and he always thought he sees her only as his little sister. but when he sees her with another man, who is just as considerate with her as he is, he’s afraid that he would lose her forever. can i have a fluffy ending please 🥺

It had become second natural for Benedict to watch you at balls. You had a habit of, well, making a scene. It was something that vexed your parents to no end. He himself found it funny.

He cleaned away a bit of cream from your cheek, heating up with embarrassment, you thanked him. You brushed down the front of your outfit, looking around nervous. “What is it?” Benedict asked.

“My mama and papa have roped my brother into introducing me to a friend of his, ” you admitted.

“Really?” He stammered, not understanding his own shock.

You were still looking around the room, unaware of his reaction, “he’s some lord Hightbottom with a lot of land somewhere in the north of england” you explained.

The north of England?

You were going to marry some man and be taken up north away from him. His childhood companion, the first person who saw his work, his best friend. Who would he be if you weren’t together?

“Oh god there he is” you gasped smiling, looking at him, “will I do?”.

He nodded still speechless, he watched you walk away dreading the day you would walk away forever.

As you always did you tripped over air, Benedict braced himself for the fallout but Hightbottom caught you. He smiled and blushed, you laughed too. Your brother introduced you to each other. Even from a distance Benedict saw how Hightbottom looked at you.

When the two of you moved to the dance floor, he held your hand and must have said something funny from the way you laughed.

Every ball you and he went to he was always the one who danced with you. Both of you always said no one else knew them enough too.

But there you were dancing with someone else and he was alone. Highbottom didn’t falter when you missed a step or stepped on his toes. He looked at you like you deserved to be looked at. And it broke his heart.

“May I have the next dance?” You were surprised to see Benedict.

“Benedict!” You grinned, “this is Robert, my brother's school friend”.

The two men bowed to each other.

“So what about that dance?” Benedict asked again.

“Go on” Robert smiled, “i’ll get us some drinks”.

You nodded watching him go.

As you danced you looked at your friend, “so what do you think?”.

He gave a small shrug, “he’s an alright dancer”.

“Anyone’s an alright dancer when paired with me” you rolled your eyes. “Do you think he might actually make an offer?”.

An offer like your were some kind of business deal

“Don’t you want to marry for love?” He asked.

You frowned, “love?”.

He nodded, “yes love”.

“I don’t suppose I get much of a say. If I’m lucky love will come after or if not love then friendship”.

“Is that how you want your marriage to be?”.

Getting more annoyed with each question you huffed.”my family isn’t rich, if Lord Robert likes me enough to marry me then who cares if we are in love or not? I will have a secure future".

“What If ever was someone who would marry you who already loves you?” He asked.

You sighed, “you’re being ridiculous now, if that someone was real then they would have done it already”.

“What if they misunderstood the way they loved you until they nearly lost you?”. You opened your mouth to speak but he carried on. “What if they spent years catching you each time you tripped and telling you whenever you had cream on your cheek, what if you were the person they told everything to and you to them”.

Your frown dropped, he couldn’t be talking about himself could he?

“What would you do then?”

“If there were someone like that then I should think they ask my parents before another could” you said not able to keep yourself from smiling. “Or we’d have a rather uncomfortable conversation on our hands with that other someone”

[oval3000]

Chapter 3

Yandere Teacher Nanami x Student Reader

Warning: Abuse, Smut, Abduction, Violence, Rough play, toxic behavior, age gap, everything from all above. Mainly from his point of view...somewhat... modern au- idk. College teacher x student.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

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He could hear the voice of his fellow female colleague, trying to get his attention. He could hear her light heels speeding up against the floors, "Mr. Nanami? Could you help me with the new test sheets? I have to print a lot and my students are going to come in a few minutes." He rolled his eyes. Not the first time his colleague asked for help even though it was her responsibility to do so herself.

"You were supposed to have them ready the day before," he turned around to face, having his head tilted a bit. He had things to do, and he was a busy man so when someone came in and stopped him, it irritated him dearly.

"I know, but I got caught with the time." She placed her hand on his biceps, she looked at him with a sad expression on her face, "Please."

At that moment he saw another colleague, "Mr. Yamagachi, can you help Miss. Ito with her work?"

"I'm pretty sure Mr. Yamagachi is busy." She smiled letting out a bit of laughter.

"So am I. Next time plan more so you can actually do your job." Nanami turned back around and exited the building. He got into his nice car and drove off.

He pulled up to his new two-story house brick, victorian, home. He closed the dark brown wood door behind him, dropping his briefcase on the floor. He took off his tan blazer off, hanging on the coat rack at the corner of the front entrance. He opened the door to his office and placed his items on the desk. He pinched the bridge of his glasses, pulling them off his face. As he sat down on his chair, his head swung back making him stare at the ceiling. He side-eyed his computer, moving the mouse to turn it on. quickly logging in and going through his gallery. He saw the portfolio of pictures and images of you. Pictures that he took of you during his class. They weren't clear pictures, mostly blurry due to the fact that he had to zoom through the lens to take the pic of you and no one else. A perk of having a bunch of students that don't pay attention is that students won't notice Nanami, sneaking, pulling out his phone, and taking a few pics of you. He made it seem like he was just using his phone, scrolling through whatever. Sure, he has the photo of you that you took when you got your school ID, but it just wasn't enough.

He looked around his desk and imagined the empty space to be filled with pictures of you and him together. Pictures of you holding children. If he wanted to go through this, he needed a nice home. A home that resembles having a family with plenty of rooms and space. He got up and went towards the master bedroom. He walked over to the windows, opening the white curtain revealing a big wood board that covered the whole window, behind the board was another set of white curtains. He tugged on the board to test the strength and smiled to himself to see how secure it was. It wasn't a permanent thing, he'll eventually take it off once you are comfortable. He doesn't even how you'll react towards this, towards him. Are you going to scream? Are you going to try and escape? Or are you going to accept him a be the perfect wife for him? Questions that he wants clear answers to, but the only thing he can get is theories.

He went towards the bed, tugging on the rope that was tied to the headboard, again smiling to himself on how secure it was. He quickly swept the empty side of the closet so it was ready for all of your things. He dusted off half of the empty drawers, ready to be stuffed with your undergarments. The room is fairly large. A nice comfy armrest chair in the corners with a matching stool at the front. The bed, a king-size bed, perfectly centered, the headboard up against the while, and two nightstands on either side of the bed. On the other side, across from the bed, is a door that leads to the bathroom. He picked up the brown, paper, bag from the chair and opened the door to the bathroom. He grabbed all the items from the brown, paper, bag and placed them on the bathroom counter. He crumbled the paper bag and tossed it in the trash. He placed the extra toothbrushes and toothpaste in one of the drawers. He placed the box of pads under the bathroom sink. All hygiene products, he placed them in their designated spot; shampoo, body wash, conditioner, and body scrub. He went back to the room and placed all other products into the white vanity that he built and got for you; hair brush, moisturiser, sunscreen, all types of serums, spray facial mist, hair ties, hair oils, hair blow dryer, lip oils, lip balms, and some nail polishes. The cashier who scanned of of his items was calling him sweet for getting all of this for his significant other. Nanami smiled and thanked her. It was sweet, so you would be happy to be here, right?

He quickly cleaned the rest of the house, settling everything in. Tidying up the kitchen and living room, leaving everything simple and clean. Of course, things can change once you're here. If you want to move things around or add things, Nanami made sure to keep it simple that way you can add your personal touch to the house. Nanami, resting on the couch, turning on the flat-screen TV, resting on top of the fireplace, pulled out his phone and went through your social media post. He never used social media, but he knew he was to get to know you a lot more, so he quickly downloaded them and made fake names. You kept things private so it was a hard time for him to get through, you had friends and relatives who weren't private and who posted things about you. He saw posts that your friends and relatives have put out like the day they took you to celebrate your birthday at a restaurant or when you went to the movies and they posted a 'best day ever' selfie with you in the background. He was lucky to remember the people you talked to when he saw you at the college campus or else he wouldn't know more about you.

He went through many scenarios in his head. Was this the right thing to do? Is this necessary? Would it be easier if he just talked to you and confessed his feelings towards you? After all, what's the worst that can happen? Him being rejected? No. He just can't accept that.

Not when he could feel your body heat as he leaned closer to you, hovering over you. "I'm having trouble with this one Mr. Nanami?"

He placed his hands in front of you almost caging you in. Your back was turned to him as you were sitting down, staring at the question with a wooden pencil in your hand. You were so oblivious about everything it made Nanami go feral. He leaned closer to you, his mouth near your neck, "What are you not understanding, sweetheart?"

"Which formula am I supposed to use when they didn't give the percent number on how much it's been missing?" You said, rereading the question in your head.

"Which one do you think would work the best when one variable is missing, love." His cock felt like it was going to explode with cum on how close and how cute you were to him. He loved this. He enjoyed this.

"This one?" You pointed to one of the formulas tilting your head a bit.

Nanami smiled, "Yes, correct. You're doing amazing." His lips parted, feeling his crotch area getting tight. He thought he was able to control himself by now but clearly, he wasn't. He was thankful that the chair was blocking his hard boner from your back or else his plan was going to come to an end and all of his hard work would've gone to the trash. he saw the way you quickly solved the question of how easily you cached on. His high hopes were showing. Maybe it wouldn't be hard?

Days would go by and eventually, you fully understood everything he had taught you that you miss. You asked Nanami if you were ready to retake the test and he was trying to insist that it's okay to take more time to study, but you told Nanami that you are ready. Nanami enjoyed these moments he had with you even though you had no idea what was going on, he didn't want it to end. He needed you.

He knew that his time was coming close, so when he saw you outside the campus building, sitting on one of the benches, he walked up to you. "Everything alright, (Y/n)?"

You looked up from your phone, "Yes, I'm just waiting for my cab"

"Well," he looked around to find no one. The time stamp during this moment is where there are fewer students, and less crowded. "If you want, I can take you? I'm heading out for my lunch break, I can take you home." You weren't really sure about it. Nanami could see that you were hesitant. "It'll be no problem. Besides you most likely have things to do. Don't want to waste time waiting, right?"

"Right. Okay." You got up, quickly canceling your ride." Thank you, Mr. Nanami." You followed him to his. He opened the passenger side for you. When you got inside his car you were quite surprised at how neat and clean his car was. "You have a nice car, sir."

"Really? I mean, it's just a car in average condition." He said, starting his car and pulling out of the parking lot.

"Well, I guess I've never seen a guy keeping his car in good shape." You said, trying not to keep things awkward between the both of you. You never head a teacher driving you home or anywhere. Yes, you went inside strangers' cars, mainly cab and Uber drivers that you contacted before, but never someone that you sort of knew and definitely never a teacher.

"Never seen a guy have a clean car?" He questioned, giving you glances.

"No. My ex-boyfriend was really messy. He always had a messy and smelly car." You clutched your bag close to you.

Nanami felt his throat a bit dry. His hands were gripping the steering wheel. "Ex-boyfriend?"

"Yeah, I used to date this one guy. He was my first boyfriend. We only lasted like three months so I wouldn't really call him a boyfriend. We hardly did anything together." You said. You looked out at the window and realized something. "Wait," Nanami pulled over to a curb in an area where it was isolated, and pulled out a white cloth while you stared out at the window, "I never even told you where I lived, I liv-" You couldn't finish the sentence because Nanami quickly covered your mouth.

The cloth had two pills in it, "That's it." Nanami felt his arm getting slapped repeatedly by you. He could hear your muffled screams, which made him pull you closer, lifting your head up so the pills could go down. You felt the small pills going down your throat. You felt like you were going to choke, so you had no choice, but to swallow them. It was painful and soon you felt weak. "Good girl." Eventually, you fell into your sleep. He got your phone and took out the memory card and battery before tossing it out. Nanami continued to drive off.

He pulled up to the house and parked in the garage that was connected to the house. He opened his door and quickly went towards yours. He opened the passenger door and carried you out bridal style. He entered the home and headed upstairs. He placed you on the bed and quickly tied your hands with the ropes that were tied to the headboard.

He finally took a deep breath, falling down on the bed next to you. He looked over his side and stared at you. He stared at the ceiling, feeling his heartbeat slowing down a bit. His palms began to feel less shaky and the sweat forming finally calmed down.

He sat up covering his face with his hands. "What the hell am I doing?" He got up and paced around the room staring at your unconscious body. He got on the bed and hovered over you. "You're driving me crazy," he whispered to you. He placed his hand on your waist, " You're doing this to me." He placed a light kiss on your lips.

He got up and headed down to the kitchen and decided to make a light sandwich. After he finished he went to the car and gathered the rest of your things. He went through your bag and found your wallet. He found your IDs and cards.

He heard light noises coming from upstairs. He got up from the chair and placed the cards on the kitchen table. The closer he got to the second floor the more he could hear more of the noises and groaning. He opened more of the bedroom door and saw you opening your eyes. You moved to your side buring your face into your hands. He saw the way you peeked at the entrance and saw him which made you quickly sit up. He saw the way tears were forming in your eyes. You curled yourself up, bringing your knees up to your chest. " Please don't hurt me."

He shut the door behind him.

"Please."

He walked closer to you. "I won't hurt you."

"Where am I?"

"You're at home. With me."

@black-swan-blog27

@srae123

@foggyturtleknightangel

[tenderleavesbob]

Twilight looked at his brother's face and decided that, as soon as he was free, he was going to bite him. Maybe his nose. Maybe his chin. Maybe grab his ankle and drag him around a bit.

Warriors looked at his face, cackled, and resumed cutting through the rope. "Aw, what a poor puppy! Look at that face!"

Twilight growled. His head was beginning to hurt, as was his ankle. He spun in a slow circle, held up only by the rope around his back ankle. All of his blood was rushing to his head.

His bastard brother beamed at him. Twilight didn't feel like it should take this long to cut the rope. "I'll have you down in a moment. Be a good dog until then."

Twilight's growls picked up. It was supposed to be a quick patrol around the camp. Who thought it would be a good idea to put up random traps?! It had snatched him up and he found himself dangling in the air before he even realized what happened.

His brother was no help. Warriors at least checked on Twilight before doubling over laughing. It took several minutes before he could get the cackling and joking out of his system before he found the rope holding Twilight in the air.

"Are you still growling?" Warriors teased. Why was he doing so slow? Twilight saw him holding the rope with one hand while he gently sawed it with the other. "Maybe I should go get Wild before I cut you down for my own safety."

Twilight snarled at him. Warriors grinned at him but looked distracted. He had better be distracted. He should be focusing on --

The rope jerked. Twilight hadn't even noticed Warriors finished cutting the rope. Warriors dropped his knife and grabbed the rope with both hands, grunting. Twilight still dangled in mid-air, but now Warriors held the rope.

"You need to cut back on Wild's cooking," Warriors grumbled. Twilight's ears flattened on his head, not due to the insult, but due to guilt. That was why Warriors had cut the rope so slowly. "Overgrown mutt."

Twilight whined and pawed at the ground with his front legs, still several feet away. Carefully, Warriors lowered him to the ground, only quiet huffs of breath revealing the amount of effort it took to not drop Twilight. Twilight wished Warriors would. Twilight would be fine. He had jumped from higher heights, and he knew his wolf form wasn't light. Warriors was strong, but it couldn't be easy to hold Twilight in the air like this.

Warriors didn't let go of the rope until Twilight's front paws were securely on the ground. As soon as Twilight was firmly on the path again, he transformed and wiggled his formerly trapped leg. His ankle stung a little.

His brother shook out his hands before walking to Twilight. Before Twilight could check on him, Warriors knelt and reached for Twilight's ankle. "Does it hurt?"

Twilight's pride hurt. He stepped away from Warriors. "I'm fine. Are your hands okay?"

"They're fine." Warriors frowned and sat back on his heels. "The rope is gone. Will it be there when you transform back?"

"Probably." Twilight scowled and looked around. The trap had been completely hidden. He couldn't tell if there were any others. "Let's head back. The others need to know where to watch their step."

Warriors eyed Twilight's leg like he expected it to give out any moment. His brother was going to make a great mother one day. "Let me know if it feels odd. There could be a fracture."

Twilight waited until Warriors stood and turned away to flex his ankle. Just in case. "It's fine, it's fine. Let's go."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Warriors was facing away, but Twilight still saw his smile. "We have to tell everyone what happened. So they're prepared, you understand."

"Don't. You. Dare."

[theladyofmanyfandomsafterhours]

The Captain’s Cup.

Buggy x Reader

Explicit | NSFW | 18+ only

Warnings: Very heavy smut under the cut. It’s insanely filthy and wild without plot.

A/n: Probably the most unhinged thing I’ve written in my life.

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“Shanks would never…”

Three words were all it took for the Pirate Captain to send away his crew for an entire week just to put you in your place by fucking you senseless. Which, secretly is what you had wanted.

Said place was currently on the large spinning wheel in the centre of the circus ring. The idea had been toyed with for a long time but neither of you had worked up the courage to see it through - until today.

Arms splayed wide and strapped comfortably. You waited with spread legs and absolutely no clothing as Buggy finished the ties around your ankles.

Secured to the wheel, the captain stood up, smiled and then and spun you until you were upside down. A part of you was thankful that you had practice on the circus mechanism otherwise you would have thrown up.

At his mercy, you saw Buggy approach. His chest at level with your exposed entrance. His fingers stroked the sensitive nub before they carefully tugged the slippery folds apart. The pirate leaned forward, humming.

“You’re looking a little empty.” He said. “We should fix that.”

Buggy detached the only part of his body that was capable of fitting perfectly. He brought himself over and let the tip touch your entrance. You moaned softly, biting back as much as you could. Buggy tilt his head curiously as his powers pressed down firmly and watched as the tip was swallowed by your body. You cried out his name sinfully. If you had any movement in your hands, you’d have grabbed him but Buggy was an expert with restraints. All you had now was your voice.

Holding steady, Buggy wriggled it slightly pressing in a little harder now. One-third squeezed through. Your panting grew heavier as more of his length filled you. Buggy was halfway now and struggling.

“Fuck. Buggy…” You called out. Not from pain. You hated how slow he was doing this.

“You’re just so tight.” Buggy growled through his teeth. After tonight, he promised that you’d be stretched out properly. “I hope you remember this next time you run your mouth.”

With some additional pressure, Buggy watched your mouth gape as the remaining half filled you so perfectly to the hilt. He let you adjust to the girth and heard the comfortable sigh. Then he proceeded with his usual routine until his hot spend burst and filled you up. Buggy slowly pulled his hard length up as more ropes gushed out so you would act as his personal cup. You could feel it too. Filled to the brim. Warm and full.

When Buggy pulled out completely, his length reattached itself but his eyes were fixed on the exposed hole. No longer empty. His creamy white spend filling every crevice all the way to the top. You sighed in content and a drop rolled off the surface trailing a sticky path down your abdomen. Buggy brought his palm to your soft flesh below your navel. He hummed and then pushed against it, watching his seed squeeze through your stretched hole curving into a dome. Like overflowing cup, his seed spilled over your folds. It trickled down a path to your bellybutton and you felt it lose its warmth.

Buggy reached forward and carefully pulled the folds apart once more to see how much had been lost.

“What a shame.” He said. “I’ll need to restart.”

Without warning, his fingers stretched your folds wider sending a small jolt of surprise. His hands detached and Buggy used his foot to turn the wheel upright. Now the right way up, you felt his liquid ropes drip out of the hole that was being propped open. Buggy’s eyes watched deviously as some of it ran down your thighs but the vast majority fell out in thick sticky globs. Your head lulled forward at the sensation of leaking out and your body tried to clench to hold some in. Buggy growled when he felt the resistance against his fingers. One hand released itself and placed the palm under your navel. As if to help empty your body, Buggy pushed gently - like he was squeezing a prize out.

“I need it empty.” He scolded.

“Buggy, I don’t think…” you whispered.

Buggy looked up at you. He pressed a chaste kiss on your lips before pulling back. “I think you’re going to have to flush it out.”

Still detached, your eyes widened in surprise at Buggy’s length hard again. His second hand moved away from your entrance and you received five seconds to feel normal before the length of Buggy’s length kissed the wet slit and paused.

Looking at you, Buggy’s eyes flickered with something like love.

“Tell me how you want this next part to go.” He offered. You were still catching your breath but today, you had an insatiable appetite for him.

“Drill it out as hard and fast as you want.” You whispered.

A wicked gleam replaced the love and Buggy’s floating hands found their mark. His fingers slipped into your body, tugging your folds and entrance as far apart as your body would allow.

They held everything open when his thick, hard length plunged into the gaping hole and began hammering in and out at a pace that made you cry out in wild pleasure. Buggy’s mouth peppered kisses along your body as it heaved up and down against the wooden surface in sync with the pace. The air was hot, sweat riddled both of your bodies. And then, after the fourth minute of raw animalistic fucking, you screamed into the tent. Your coil snapped so intensely that your spend was released. Buggy’s length removed itself and it spilled like a wave, washing out Buggy’s seed from earlier.

Your breath was heavy, you were exhausted. But you were proud. You held on much longer than you thought and Buggy was as brutal as you had requested. By the seas did you love him.

Once he was satisfied, Buggy’s hands let you go and reattached to him. He placed a hand against the side of the wheel.

“Now, let’s try that again. For every drop spilled, I’ll empty you out just like this and start again.”

As you discovered, Buggy was a pirate of his word because he fucked you empty and refilled your body the entire night when you ‘accidentally’ spilled his personal cup.

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[kairilov3]

Hey! so im not sure if you do stuff like this but i haven’t seen anything done with livdom. so i was thinking maybe you could do a livdom x reader. where they are in a relationship but they bath have feelings for the reader but the reader has stayed “loyal” to rhea (or so they thought) and everyone is surprised as hell (including livdom) when reader comes out helps liv and crown jewel and says absolutely nothing and then on the raw after she comes out and says why she helped liv. ending with a cute moment between reader and livdom and maybe even raquel and lil baby saudi (cause he is adorable)

Never say Never!

choice

(Liv Morgan x Dominik Misterio x Reader!)

WN; Request, Fluffy

Crown Jewel was supposed to be another defining night in Liv Morgan’s career. Standing in the ring, battered but determined, Liv was moments away from losing her chance at victory when chaos erupted. Everyone watching gasped as you stormed down the ramp, sliding into the ring just in time to intercept a brutal attack aimed at Liv. Without a word, you struck, leveling her opponent and clearing the path for Liv to secure the win. Your loyalty to Rhea Ripley had been well-documented, so your sudden betrayal left the entire WWE Universe in shock—including Liv and Dominik.

As the bell rang and Liv’s music hit, the crowd roared, but all eyes were on you. Liv stared at you from across the ring, her wide eyes a mix of confusion and disbelief, while Dominik looked between the two of you, clearly trying to piece everything together. You offered no explanation, no smirk, no words—just a single glance at Liv before leaving the ring and disappearing into the crowd, leaving the WWE Universe buzzing with questions.

---

The following night on Raw, the arena was electric with speculation. Fans, commentators, and even The Judgment Day themselves wanted answers. Liv and Dominik stood in the ring, microphones in hand, as Liv spoke first, her voice full of curiosity and uncharacteristic nervousness.

“Okay, let’s cut to the chase,” Liv said, pacing slightly. “We all saw what happened at Crown Jewel. And I know everyone’s been wondering the same thing we are.” She glanced at Dominik, who nodded, his expression unusually serious. “Why? Why did you help me?”

As if on cue, your music hit, and the crowd erupted in cheers. Dressed in casual gear, you walked out to the ring with purpose, pausing briefly to soak in the atmosphere. Sliding under the ropes, you stood in front of Liv and Dominik, microphone in hand, the weight of the moment pressing down on you. The tension in the arena was palpable as you took a deep breath and finally spoke.

“I’ve always believed in loyalty,” you began, your voice steady despite the emotions bubbling beneath the surface. “And for the longest time, I thought my loyalty belonged to someone who saw me as nothing more than a tool—a pawn in their games. But over the last few months, I’ve seen what true loyalty looks like.”

You turned to Liv, meeting her gaze. “I’ve watched you, Liv. I’ve seen how much heart you put into every match, every fight. And Dom...” Your eyes shifted to Dominik, whose face softened at the mention of his name. “I’ve seen how far you’ll go to protect the people you care about.”

The crowd murmured as the pieces began to fall into place. You smiled faintly, lowering the microphone for a moment before continuing. “At Crown Jewel, I made a choice. I chose to stand with people who fight for each other, not just themselves. I chose you.”

Liv’s eyes widened, and Dominik’s jaw dropped as the crowd erupted into cheers. The tension between the three of you shifted, replaced by an unspoken understanding. Liv stepped forward, hesitating for just a moment before pulling you into a tight hug, her emotions spilling over. Dominik joined in, wrapping his arms around both of you, the three of you sharing a rare, vulnerable moment in the middle of the ring.

---

Later that night, the celebration continued backstage. Raquel Rodriguez, who had always been a close friend to Liv, joined in, teasing you about your dramatic entrance. “You sure know how to make an entrance,” she joked, handing you a bottle of water.

But the real star of the night was Lil Baby Saudi, Liv’s recently adopted kitten. The tiny ball of fluff had been a surprise discovery in Saudi Arabia, and Liv had instantly fallen in love. Now, the kitten was nestled in Liv’s arms, purring contentedly as Liv beamed at you and Dominik.

“She likes you,” Liv said, holding the kitten out toward you. Lil Baby Saudi meowed softly, batting at your fingers as you gently scratched her head.

“Guess that makes us a family now,” Dominik said with a grin, throwing an arm around both you and Liv. You rolled your eyes at his cheesiness but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips.

As the night wore on, the four of you—plus one very spoiled kitten—settled into a new rhythm. Whatever challenges lay ahead, you knew you’d face them together. And for the first time in a long time, you felt like you truly belonged.

[quicktosimp]

Mine Now

Mating Season Day 02

A visual representation for the genitals: here

Summary: When your husband just can't scratch that itch, maybe you need a Colonel instead.

Warnings: 18+, Cuckholding, Spanking, Sex Toys, Degradation, Name Calling, Power Imbalance, Breeding Kink, Alien Genitalia

The only thing in the room that could be heard over the wet sounds of skin slapping skin was my moans. 

“Fuck!” I whine as Qauritch spanks my ass again, the dildo inside me buzzing even louder.

I continued to whine and moan as I looked at my husband, tied to a chair, drooling at the sight, clenching his fists.

“What do ya think, Lyle? Her ass looks so pretty covered in purple,” Quaritch grinned as he laid another slap on my ass.

“Nooooo,” I mewled even as I raised my ass higher, my tail securely held in his grasp.

“She’s gorgeous, Colonel,” Lyle stated reverently, his blue muscular arms staring against his binds as his tail flickered erratically. 

I moaned and craned my neck to look at my husband; his slit was relaxed, and his cock was starting to peek out.  

“Such a good little slut here; can't believe she’d married you. Must be why she comes to me; needs a real man to take care of her,” Qauritch snarked as he slapped my ass once again.

The pain radiated throughout my ass; the burning heat covered every inch, “Please! No!” I whined again, even as I arched my hips back to follow his hand.

Lyle’s moans mixed with Quaritch’s dark chuckle, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard her moan like this for you,” Quaritch moved my body so my legs were spread wide over each his knees, my back to his chest, and also facing my husband. 

Lyle’s cock twitched from where it was peeking out of his slit, his eyes on my own slit, the thick vibrator sticking out of me. He licked his lips as he strained against the bonds.

“Woah, easy there, lieutenant, remember I’m here to give your pretty wife the attention she deserves; look at how her pretty little slit is drooling for me,” His thick fingers trailed through my slick, collecting it before grabbing the base of the vibrator, shoving it in deeper.

My back arched into his touch as each of my inner tendrils wrapped around the buzzing object, my slit oozing more slick, making a mess on his lap. 

“Fuck!” I whined as the vibrations rattled my core. 

“See, look at that, pretty little slut here on my lap,” Quaritch goaded as he slowly removed the vibrator, letting each of my tendrils try and follow it before slamming it back in. 

My vision whited out as my eyes crossed, and my jaw dropped in a silent scream; I rolled my hips into the vibrator, wanting more.

“Tell me, lieutenant, when was the last time you saw this look on your wife's face?” Quaritch grinned as he started to thrust the vibrator in and out of me lazily.

Lyle snarled as he fought against the ropes binding him to the chair, yet he didn’t answer.

“Oh, that’s right, the last time you saw that was when I played with your little wife; damn, she loved my cock,” HIs grin turned cruel as he slipped two of his digits into my mouth. 

I eagerly suck them in, licking between them as I hollow my cheeks, covering them in my spit.

“You’re wife only moans like a slut for me; maybe then I should give her the real thing,” Quatirch commented as he threw the vibrator to the side. 

At this point, I didn’t care to know what was going on or what was said as long as I was full, “More!” I garbled around his fingers, trying to chase the feeling, as my slit gaped open.

“See, lieutenant, she begging for it, might as well give it to her,” His fingers in my mouth slide out, leaving a trail of wetness, as he grips my hair, laying me on my back, my head hanging off the bed, so I was still facing Lyle.

“Lyle,” I called for him, seeing my husband's cock hard and bobbing between his legs. My mouth waters at the sight, wanting nothing more than to have his thick dick inside me. 

Quaritch’s large body covers mine, cannoning me, with no way out. He grabbed my face in his large hand, forcing me to look at him, “Eye’s up here, Sweetheart. Your husband ain’t the one pleasuring you right now.”

As he said that, he wiggled two fingers inside my slit, I couldn’t stop the moan that ripped from my lungs as I looked him in the eyes, neither of us blinking. 

“Maybe I should give you my cock, breed you, and finally give you the baby you’ve been begging for,” As he spoke, he turned to Lyle, “You think I can’t hear you through the walls? I hear how much your little wife begs for a baby, but since you’re not man enough to do it, I’ll take care of your wife for you,” Qauritch snarked, removing his fingers and grabbing his cock.

I whined at the idea as my slit clenched around nothing, wanting to have a baby, to be bred.

“See that lieutant? Seems the Mrs. agrees,” Quaritch chuckled as brought his dick to my slit, rubbing the tapered head against my sensitive entrance. 

The two of us jumped as the sound of wood shattering reached our ears. Next thing I knew, Quaritch was on his back away from me, with Lyle’s hand wrapped around his throat, snarling in Quaritch’s face.

Quaritch laughed manically at Lyle, “Finally, now let’s have some fun.”

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Dividers by@cafekitsune

[ladyanaconda]

The Capture

The herd hadn’t noticed his presence yet, so finding a spot to shoot was a piece of cake. 

This time, though, he decided to use a… stealthier approach.

Besteel ensured the string was tensed correctly before loading the sedative adow into the cwosbow. Quietly, he lay down in a shooting position. 

Keep your breathing slow and steady. Your body moves as you breathe, enough to move the cwosbow’s aim.

Casssiora’s words replayed in his head as he slowed his breathing, scanning the herd for the smaller specimens.  

The cwosbow isn’t a boomrod. The adow isn’t as fast as sound waves. Long distances aren’t good in the forest.

As luck would have it, a smaller male was grazing twenty feet from his spot—the ideal range for the cwosbow.

Besteel exhaled slowly, finger on the trigger. 

Apply slow and steady pressure to the trigger until the cwosbow fires. 

Damn it, she’d made it look so easy.

The arrow whizzed through the air and pierced into the waterbear’s side. The animal cried out in pain, startling the herd into fleeing the scene.

But Besteel didn’t rush. Calmly, he jumped down to where the waterbear had been grazing. There were a few drops of blood, undoubtedly from the adow wound. He just had to follow it. 

As expected, the waterbear lay unconscious a few yards away. Its herd had gathered around it, trying to nudge it away until the glider’s humming engine scared them away. 

The glider’s claws grasped the animal to carry it back to the campsite. Once there, Besteel secured it to the ground with ropes and nails, making sure none was loose. Good.

He crossed out the waterbear from the list—two more to go.

Besteel ran a forlorn hand down the cwosbow. What would she say if she saw him now, using the weapon he’d made fun of so many times?

I wonder what Cass would have said if she saw me now.

The image of his wife smirking and teasing him about it brought a sad smile to his face. 

Besteel sniffed the green critter from the hooman den. His nostrils flared in disgust at the unfamiliar scent. Damn it, this hooman probably hasn’t had a bath.

He visited the areas where he’d left some traps, but to his disappointment, they had no prey—hooman or otherwise. 

As he was about to return to the camp, his nostrils caught the hooman’s scent. He brought the glider to a halt and sniffed the air. It was strong. The hooman was nearby!

Following the odor,  he found none other than his prey a few yards away. As the glider hovered in front of it—and its Caerulean companion—Besteel took a quick look at it. It looked just like the archeologists described: small, frail-looking creatures with thin limbs, and fur growing only on their heads. This one had a tan-brown hide and dark brown fur.

“I think we should…”

“Run!” The caerulean cried out.

Not this time, hooman.

Besteel blocked their path with the glider and jumped off it, landing in front of the two. He took off his helmet for better aim before firing his boomrod. The sound wave left a big, circular hole in the fallen log the hooman and the caerulean had hidden behind, prompting them to run away.

Besteel quickly climbed into a tall boulder, aimed, and pulled the trigger with no time to tell the Caerulean to get out of the way.

The sound wave struck right into the two, knocking them out cold.

Besteel ran to the fallen hooman, heart racing inside his chest. He sighed in relief as he felt a pulse. 

I did it… I finally did it.

As he hung the hooman over his shoulder, he caught a glimpse of the Caerulean. From his backpack, he seemed to be a traveler. 

Damn it. 

After pondering momentarily, Besteel picked him up with his lower arms and carried him back to the glider. 

…

The hooman and the Caerulean were still unconscious when he returned to the camp shortly after sundown. On the other hand, the waterbear was awake and calling out for its herd. 

“Be quiet, you!” Besteel growled. The animal whimpered in fright. “Be thankful that you’re not for eating.”

With no time to waste, he tied up the Caerulean and hung him from the tree until he woke—just in case. One couldn’t be too careful with lone wanderers. 

As for the hooman… Besteel’s curiosity got the better of him, and he began examining her. Tiny claws, small flat teeth, soft skin… judging from its build, it might be a female—yeah, the shape of her chest confirms it. Her limbs are thin, so she probably isn’t very strong either. It’s hard to believe this species once dominated the planet. 

He didn’t hang her like the Dorcean. Instead, he tied up her hands together and hung her by the feet. Better not to take chances. From what he could see back in the Den, hoomans are good at slipping away. 

It was then that the hooman began to awaken. Besteel grabbed her hands and met her gaze—her eyes were a mix of light greens and browns. 

Much to his amusement, she pulled her hands away and tried to strike him in the nose. 

What a feisty little thing. 

On the way to the bonfire, Besteel checked that the waterbear’s bindings were still tensed. Satisfied, he could finally relax and enjoy his well-deserved dinner…

Wait, it needs a bit more salt. That’s better!

All he needs now is a baby sandsnipper, and it’ll be over. He’d finally hold his baby girl again. Briefly, he wondered how much she’d grown these past two years. Did she start losing her milk teeth already? 

And Redimus… the first thing Besteel will do is smack him in the head for all this trouble. Then he’d hug him.

Dammit, it’s a pity he missed Fay’s birthday by a few days. Meeting her outside as she and Redimus were finally released would have been a nice present.

Perhaps they could go somewhere nice. Just the three of them make up for the lost time. He did promise Fay he’d take her camping when he returned for her.

‘Today you’ll accomplish great things!’

Besteel turned around in alarm. With an irritated grunt, he stuck his meat stick back on the ground and went to investigate. The Caerulean’s backpack and the hooman’s green critter were on the ground. As he picked the latter up, it spoke. 

‘I am so proud of you!’

Curious—and amused—Besteel poked it with a claw. It would speak a different phrase every time he touched it.

‘Let’s all shout hooray!’

‘Everything is wonderful.’

‘You’re getting stronger every day!’

What an… interesting device. Perhaps it’s a toy of sorts?

Chuckling, Besteel took it back to the fire and placed it in the nearest crate. It looks like he found a nice late birthday present for Fay. 

The waterbear moaned loudly. Besteel turned around just in time to see it running away–wait, what?! 

The Dorcean cursed under his breath and ran after it, boomrod in hand.

Here's another sneak peek! This one focuses on Besteel's perspective in the second episode. It was fun figuring out what was happening inside his head!

[darknights04]

For the Dancing and the Dreaming

Pairings: pirate!Eddie x mermaid!reader

Summary: The dread pirate Eddie Munson decided he wanted a mermaid. And once the captain's mind is made up, there's no changing it. When the captain meets you, however, he may just change his opinion on the beasts.

Warnings: Blood (slightly), not proof read

Masterlist

Mermaids.

That was the quest the dread pirate Munson decided to take his crew on today. Were the crew scared? Yes. But they knew better than to go against Eddie when he put his mind to it. No matter how badly they wanted to scream “HAVE YOU COMPLETELY LOST IT?! WE’LL BE KILLED!” 

But Eddie was their captain. What he says goes. Even if it may be a death sentence. 

“All hands! Batten down the hatches!” Eddie was heard calling out from his spot behind the wheel. “Watch out for those waves!” 

“It’s the mermaids,” his first mate and right hand man, Steve, had concluded. “They’re protecting the cove.” 

“Well, they’ve yet to encounter us. Gonna take more that a few splashes of water to turn us around. Right men?!” 

Small shouts of agreement came from the rest of the crew, hurriedly securing everything on the deck so it wasn’t lost to the waves. 

“Drop a rowboat!” Eddie next commanded. “We must row the rest of the way in.” 

The men followed in suit, running towards the ropes that help up their rowboats. 

“Now,” Eddie continued. “Which of you is joining me in the cove?” 

Everyone looked around at one another, none volunteering. Eddie looked at each of the men om board, each immediately looking away so as to not make any sort of eye contact. 

“I’ll join you,” Steve had sighed after more moments of silence. 

“No. No you stay behind to guard the ship. If we go down you’re next in command.” Eddie continued looked around before his eyes landed on one person in particular. “Dustin,” he grinned, an audible whine left the boy’s lips as he noticeably slumped. “And Robin.” 

“Why me?” she began to complain. 

“I dunno, you’re a girl aren’t ya?”

“So?”

“Maybe the creatures will feel more comfortable around you.” 

“I see something!” their lookout, Lucas, had called from the bow of the ship. “In the water, straight ahead!”

Everyone ran to where the boy was standing to look for what he was referring to. Sure enough, there was a head bobbing on top of the waves, long hair billowing out behind it. Half the men were in awe. The other half, scared to death. Eddie didn’t take the bait. He watched the creature with careful eyes as he lowered their row boat slowly down into the water, unbeknownst to her. He knew that if she saw them they’d be dead in an instant. The larger ship would not be as easy a target. 

While the rest of the men were entranced by the mermaid in the water, more began to pop up. One by one, the ship was surrounded. 

“Plug your ears, men!” Steve shouted at the helm. “Don’t let their songs reach them!” 

Like clockwork, as soon as the men on board plugged their ears, they started to sing. Will nearly had to catch Mike by the collar of his shirt cause he was a second too late and nearly jumped clear over board and into the sea. 

“Shouldn’t we help them?” Dustin whispered from his spot on the rowboat. “What if they attack?” 

“Steve’s got it,” Eddie assured. “Our goal is their cove. They always leave the weaker ones behind while attacking.” 

“So the rest of the crew is to act as bait then?” Robin realized. 

“Distraction,” he corrected. “As long as they stay prepared, the beasts won’t be able to sink them.”

“And if we lose some to their siren song?” 

Right as the question left Robin’s lips, the trio heard a war cry screamed from the water near the boat. As they glanced back in fear, they saw the hoard of mermaids leaping to action, hurling themselves towards the ship in formation. 

“Go,” Dustin told Eddie with his eyes wide. “Go! Row! Row! Row!” 

Eddie didn’t need and more urging to increase the speed at which he was rowing their boat towards the cove. 

“Quiet,” Eddie ordered as they pulled the boat ashore. “We don’t know how many they left behind. They should be in the heart of the cove.” 

Eddie removed his heavy coat and took his guns from their holsters, trying to limit the amount of noise he generated. Robin and Dustin followed suit, all keeping their swords in their spot on their hip just in case. 

The trio was in awe at the sights that waited for them past the beach. There were trees hanging towards the ground, leaves swaying in the wind. Waterfalls and babbling brooks could be heard running over the top of rocks in every direction. The grass seemed greener than everywhere else, the water more blue and yet also clearer. They wouldn’t have been surprised if a unicorn had emerged from the bushes at any moment. It was magical. 

While the three were marveling at the sights around them. Eddie heard it. Humming. Coming from a nearby pool in the center of the trees. He motioned to the others and put his finger to hips lips, signaling them to be quiet as he carefully drew out his sword, the others following. As they drew closer, Eddie couldn’t help but feel he knew the tune from somewhere. 

His suspicions were confirmed, however, when you began singing. 

“I’ll swim and sail on savage seas…” she sung, mostly under your breath and just to yourself. ��With n’er a fear of drowning.” 

Eddie’s breath caught in his throat. It was the song his mother would sing to him as a child. Well before she passed. One of his few remaining memories of her. 

“And gladly ride the waves of life…” you continued, a bit louder but still slow and drawn out. “If you will marry me…” 

As you said the last line, Dustin seemed to realized you were a mermaid singing, and the fear of being bewitched made him shoot his hands up to cup his ears, dropping the sword he was holding in turn. 

“No!” Eddie whispered in protest, reaching for the droppen weapon, but was just a second too late as it clattered to the ground. 

You gasped at the sound, turning towards the group and quickly retreating away after seeing them, disappearing into the shadows. 

Eddie’s eyes went wide. He had put too much planning into this voyage to lose it all now. He had to do something and quickly. 

“No scorching sun, nor freezing cold,” he sang back. His voice far more raspy and no where near as smooth. “Would stop me on my journey.” 

Eddie motioned for Robin and Dustin to stay behind as he took a few cautious steps towards you, continuing to sing. “If you would promise me your heart… And love…” 

He stood with his hand outstreatch towards you, urging you to come forward. Everyone stood in silence for a long moment. Waiting to see how you would respond. It was evident that not even you knew the answer. Tensions were high. No one knew what would happen next. 

Eddie had nearly lost hope after a few more moments of silence. That was until you took another breath. “And love me for eternity…” you sang. Eddie let out a sigh of relief as you moved from the shadows, slowly and cautiously approaching the man. 

“My dearest one, my darling dear. Your mighty words astound me.”

As you got closer to Eddie, he approached the edge of the water, attempting to meet you in the middle. Dustin was watching with fear the whole time, afraid you would snap at any moment. No matter how you seemed on the outside, you was still a mermaid. The same breed of mermaids that were attacking their friends not a thousand feet down the coast. 

Your lips turned to a shy smile as you continued singing towards Eddie. “But I’ve no need for mightly deeds when I feel your arms around me.” 

Eddie knelt down onto he kness, trying to encourage you to be comfortable enough to approach him more. 

“My mother sang that song to me,” he said softly, smiling to himself as the memories came flooding back. 

By now, you were intrigued. You wanted to know more about the pirate in front of you. He sat in silence after mentioning his mother. You watched as his smile went from a happy smile reminiscing on the past to a sad, sorrowful one. You knew nothing about him, yet wanted to comfort him. You reached out your hand for him to take. Just a small gesture of comfort, it was all you could think to do. His sad smile became a little happier as he connected your hands. He was taught that mermaids were heartless beasts. That they could not feel and would stab you in the back any chance they got. 

That must have been the fear Robin felt as she saw her captain in such a vulnerable spot with you, as she dashed forward to protect him. Becoming afraid again, you turned around, trying to swim off as fast as you could. Before you got the chance to get far enough, Robin acted quickly, driving her sword down into the sand, catching the edge of your tail in the process. 

“You got her!” Dustin celebrated as your could no longer swim away. Eddie’s eyes went wide as he watched the blood trailing from your fin and becomming diluted in the water. You turned around to face Robin and all Eddie could see on your face… was fear. Sure it was warranted granted you were completely at the mercy of pirates… but he was taught that mermaid felt no emotion. And as far as he knew, fear was an emotion. 

“Let’s get it back to the crew,” Robin said, wasting no time in grabbing your arms to hoist you out of the water. You tried to fight her grasp. Your writhed and screamed to no avail. Robin felt as though she was trying to tame a wild cat with the way you scratched at her hands. “Dustin, come help me!” 

Dustin rushed to her aid to help and drag you from the pool of water. Despite your attempts to escape, they succeeded. 

Almost immediately after you left the water, your tail shrunk and separated into to legs. You stopped your squirming to escape and instead moved you arms to cover yourself, the lack of clothes making you feel quite vulnerable. It only took a moment of Robin and Dustin continuing to drag you across the ground that Eddie stepped in. 

“Enough!” he nearly screamed at the two. 

“Captain?” Dustin asked, confused. They were, after all, just doing as he asked.

Saying nothing, Eddie took off his coat and threw it over your shoulders, quickly fastening it in the front in order to give you some sense of dignity. Your eyes widened in shock at his kindness towards you. Considering his companions never called you more than an “it”. 

“Can’t you see she’s scared?” Eddie hissed at the two. 

“She?” Robin repeated. 

“She’s scared?” Dustin gawked. “She’s the one who tried mauling us!” 

Eddie scoffed at them as he helped you to your feet. As he watched your form tremble beneath him, he was at a loss as to what to do. On the one hand, this was the purpose of the whole mission. To obtain a mermaid. He had done just that. But on the other hand, you looked to be just an innocent girl like this. Not a malicious bone in your body. 

With a small, sympathetic smile, Eddie continued to sing to you under his breath. “Through all life’s sorrows and delights,” he sang softly. “I’ll keep your laugh inside me.” And with that, he grabbed your shoulders and carefully pushed you back into the water, allowing you time to escape as he blocked Robin and Dustin from going after you.

“What are you doing?!” Dustin screetched. 

“It’ll get away!” 

“I changed my mind,” Eddie responded simply. 

You watched from the shadows as the three argued. Eddie firmly standing his ground. When the other two backed off, you resurfaced. 

“Swim and sail the savage seas,” you smiled towards Eddie. When he turned to face you, you propelled out of the water, wrapping an arm around his neck to pull him to your level. Robin and Dustin both called out in fear, however, when his head reached the water you stopped. You landed a soft, gentle kiss on the pirates lips as a symbol of gratitude and watched as he pulled away with a drunken smile on his lips. 

“With n’er a fear of drowning.”

And with that, you disappeared back under the waves. 

[crystalninjaphoenix]

The Pain of the Past

A JSE Fanfic

SepticHeroes AU: Part 35

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I so badly wanted to work the word "nostalgia" into the title, because fun fact, it comes from the roots meaning "pain" and "homecoming" and I find that factoid really fitting for this chapter. But I couldn't come up with anything good. Anyway! The guys have completed their prison breakout! Now, they have to drop off JJ and his friend somewhere safe. Chase drives them there, and in the process... learns something he never expected to learn. Seems like his life before forgetting wasn't as lonely as he thought... Heh. :3c

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Chase scanned the horizon once again. It was hard to see much of anything. The sun had mostly set, so he couldn’t quite figure out where the sky ended and the sea began. He idly pressed a finger to the transmitter on his throat. “So... are you guys getting close? I can’t really tell.”

“There is a light on the front of the boat,�� Schneep’s voice said through the earpiece. “You will see us coming.”

“Maybe we should turn that off?” Marvin’s voice asked, also coming through the earpiece. “We don’t want them to know where we’re going.”

“I don’t think any of us know how to do that,” Schneep said slowly. “Perhaps we should stick back to the original plan? Steal one of the rowboats to go the rest of the way?”

“I didn’t expect it to be this dark, though...” Gwen said quietly. “I say we risk it. We already took a whole ship.”

As they talked, Chase saw a glimmer on the horizon. He squinted at it. “I think I see you guys? Hopefully that’s you and not any of the guys looking for you.”

“I hope not,” Marvin muttered. “Honestly? Now that I’m out of the Vault, their security was a bit more lax than I expected. It was way too easy to pretend to be a guard in there. Especially for a place that was supposed to be impossible to break out of.” He laughed. “The League’s all bark and no bite these days, I guess.”

The light on the horizon got closer. Chase opened his car door. Frosty, lying in the passenger seat, looked up in response. “Hm... yeah, you’re right, not worth standing up for,” Chase said, closing the door. “It’ll get close enough for me to see, anyway.”

“Who are you talking to, Chase?” Gwen asked.

“Oh, oops.” Chase forgot to turn off the transmitter. “Not you guys, just, uh... talking to Frosty. You know, my dog.”

“Aw yeah the cutie!” Gwen cooed. “I can’t wait to see him again.”

“You might, soon,” Marvin said. “I can see the coast coming up.”

“Oh! So that is you guys, then,” Chase said. “I’m waiting at the place. There’s no, uh... dock or anything. How are you going to get off the boat?”

His rental car was parked on a rocky beach. There was no road to get down here. He’d had to leave the highway, find a random dirt road, then go off that road, careful to go in a straight line so he made it to the right place. He really didn’t want to end up at a completely different spot than the one they’d agreed upon. How did they even agree on this spot in the first place? He couldn’t quite remember... but he had a vague idea that Marvin had found it? By scouting it out on maps or something? Well, it didn’t really matter in the end, otherwise he would’ve written it down.

“We’ll uh... figure it out,” Marvin said vaguely.

The light got closer and closer... and eventually Chase could see that it was, indeed, a ship. The ship pulled up to the beach not too far from the rental car... and then it kept going. And going. And going, beaching itself on the coast with a terrible sound of metal grinding against rocks. Frosty whined, upset at the racket it was causing. Chase pet him idly to calm him down until the ship stopped.

After a moment, Chase saw a rope fall over the side, dangling downwards. Schneep, still wearing full Specter gear, got over and climbed down, looking up. Marvin appeared on deck, pulling the rope back up. There was some movement on deck, and then the rope appeared again, now with a loop in the end. And someone climbed over the ship wall, putting their feet in the rope loop and allowing Marvin to lower them down—

Chase inhaled sharply. That was JJ. Jameson. “Oh my god,” he breathed. JJ looked... awful. It was hard to believe he’d only been gone for around a week. He was wearing this pale green jumpsuit that looked baggy even on his thin frame, and as he reached the ground he staggered and almost fell. Schneep had to catch him. 

Schneep and Marvin had to repeat the rope thing two more times, one for Gwen, one for this Soren guy that they apparently picked up along the way (they’d explained everything to Chase while they were sailing towards the meeting spot.) Then, as they started to walk over, Chase opened up the car door again and twisted around to face them fully, his legs dangling out into the open air. “H-hey... JJ.” He gave a nervous smile. “How... are you doing?”

JJ returned the smile. Better now that I’m out, I guess.

“Yeah. You look... bad. That place must’ve sucked.”

JJ nodded.

Soren walked up next to him. “So you’re... Chase, then?” He held out his hand. “Soren. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, uh, same, I guess.” Chase took his hand and shook it. He could feel the bones through Soren’s skin. “Apparently you’re that Pathos supervillain.”

“Hah. I don’t like the word villain. It removes the nuance from the situation. But at the same time, there’s some style to it, isn’t there?”

“I guess?” Chase said. “Wow. Your eyes are purple, that’s crazy.”

“Like them?” Soren asked, grinning.

“Yeah, they’re really unique.”

JJ stepped forward, moving close enough to force Soren to step back. Alright, back it up. Where are we going now, Chase?

Chase raised his eyebrow. That cutting-him-off maneuver wasn’t really like JJ. “You don’t need to be so jealous, dude, I just think purple eyes are neat, I’m not stealing  your friend from you.”

Jameson inhaled sharply. His face started to turn red, but he quickly repeated his question to distract from that. I’m not jealous. Anyway, where are we going now?

“Marvin has a friend who has a safe house,” Chase explained. “It’s back in Daindover.”

JJ stiffened, eyes clouding. We’re going back there? But... that’s where... 

Schneep put his hand on JJ’s shoulder. “I know, you are worried about Anti-Virus, the blackmailer,” he said softly. “But Dahlia is probably in the city. I... I want you to be able to see her as soon as possible. And, well... the League will not expect you to go back there.”

“If you want to go somewhere else, we can find a place, I’m sure,” Marvin assured him. “But that’ll take time. My friend has this safe house prepared already, there’s no electronic devices of any kind. No computers or anything. And none of us brought phones. Anti-Virus can’t find you there.”

After a moment, Jameson nodded slightly. Alright. Let’s go.

“Hm... there’s not much room in this car.” Gwen is peering through the window into the back seat. “We weren’t expecting to pick up Uncle Soren, so we’re down a seat.”

“One of you guys will have to sit on the cupholder thing,” Chase said, patting the space between the driver’s seat and passenger’s seat.

“Uh... we’re going on the motorway, that seems really unsafe,” Marvin said. “We can squeeze another person onto the backseat, I’m sure. Gwen, you have the shortest legs, wanna take the passenger seat with Frosty again?”

Gwen gasped. “Yes! Chase, can I pet him right now?”

Chase laughed. “Yeah, go ahead, he’s not working while I’m driving.”

“Yippee!” Gwen circled around the car to get to the passenger seat.

“Everyone else, pile in,” Chase said. “Schneep, get the clothes from the trunk. Try to buckle up, but if you can’t, uh... hold on tight, I guess?”

The guys got into the backseat, sitting really tightly together, legs pressed against each other—even overlapping slightly, as JJ’s leg is partially on top of Schneep’s. Soren and Marvin are on the ends, pushed up against the windows. “Alright, we brought this.” Schneep had gotten something out from the trunk. A backpack. He passed it to JJ. “There is a hoodie in there, put that on over that fucking jumpsuit.”

“What about Uncle Soren?” Gwen asked. “I know we didn’t prepare for him, but...”

“I got it.” Chase took off his jacket. “Now, JJ, don’t get jealous that I’m giving him my hoodie.”

I’m not jealous! JJ protested.

Soren laughed. “Oh? Why not? I think I’m worth getting jealous over.”

I’m not saying you’re not, JJ said. I’m just saying. I’m not jealous.

Chase laughed too. “Alright, JJ. Here, put that on, Soren.” He passed the jacket back, and Soren put it on. Then Chase started the car. “It’s gonna be a long ride, guys, I wouldn’t blame you all for taking a nap or something. Get some rest, I’ll get us back home.”

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It took about three and a half hours of driving to get back to Daindover, even with Chase going a bit over the speed limit. Marvin did, indeed, drift off for a bit. Chase could see him slumped against the window, breathing slowly. He must’ve spent a lot of energy back during the breakout. The others, though, stayed awake. 

Gwen and Soren were the only ones who were talking consistently. Soren was asking Gwen questions about different people they both knew, asking her how they were doing, how she was doing, if she was doing anything interesting in school or if she’d seen any good movies. Gwen was happy to answer. Schneep and JJ were pretty quiet by comparison. Schneep filled JJ in on some things that had happened while he was gone, about how the police and the League knew about Anti-Virus now, but didn’t know about Dahlia’s secret identity. JJ didn’t say anything. Or maybe he did, but just not while Chase was looking at his signs in the mirror.

By the time they got to the edge of the city, it was pretty late at night. Schneep shook Marvin awake. “We are here,” he said. “Where are we meeting Kanchana?”

Chase glanced back at him as he said that. They hadn’t told him the name of Marvin’s friend that they were going to meet after this. Just in case something went wrong and he got caught. Kanchana, huh? That was a very unique name. Had he... heard it from a video game or something? Because despite its uniqueness, he could have sworn this wasn’t the first time he heard a name like that.

Marvin rubbed his eyes. “Where’re we?” He mumbled, looking around. “Okay. Okay. Uh, turn left at Tortoise Street up here.”

Chase followed Marvin’s directions until he told him to pull to the side of the road in front of a small abandoned-looking church. There was another car in the car lot here. “This is it, then?” Chase asked.

“Yeah, that’s one of Kanchana’s cars,” Marvin said.

“One of?”

“She has a couple that she switches around.” Marvin opened up the door. “C’mon. Let’s go.”

The group left the car one by one. Chase was the last, as Frosty hopped out and circled around the car to help him get out. By the time he was out, a woman was approaching, having come out of the old church building. She had long black hair and dark eyes, and was wearing dark brown and beige so she blended into the surroundings. “Hey, Kanchana,” Marvin said. “This is JJ. And this is, uh... Soren. We, uh... ended up getting him out, too.”

Nice to meet you, JJ said, and Soren gave a little salute.

“Soren?” Kanchana asked. “Soren Moizone?”

“Mm-hmm.” Soren nodded.

“Oh, interesting. Well, it’s nice to meet you in person.” Kanchana held out her hand, which he shook. “I run HAUC, I think you’re familiar with that?”

“Oh! Yeah, I got some of my best men from you guys.” Soren smiled. “Good to know you’re still up and running.”

“Hah, yeah. It’s always work.” Kanchana chuckled. She then glanced over at Chase—and her expression shifted to surprise.

Marvin followed her gaze. “Oh. Kanchana, this is that friend I mentioned. The one who drove us?”

“I figured that,” Kanchana said. She gave a little laugh, sounding... relieved? “I never expected the driver was going to be you, Chase.”

Chase felt the wind get knocked out of him.

His name.

She... knew... his name.

How... did she... know his name?

How did she know his name?

 How did she know his name?!

“Hah?” Schneep blinked, confused. “Ah, I’m sorry, Miss Yang, do you... do you and Chase know each other?”

“I-I...” Chase’s voice was strained. “I don’t... I’m sorry, I don’t... remember you...”

“You don’t? Well, I guess we only met in person twice, but it’s me, hi.” Kanchana smiled and waved. “Kanchana Yang? How are you, by the way? It’s been three years, a lot must’ve happened. Did you work things out with Stacy?”

Chase’s knees gave out. Frosty was by his side immediately, trying to push him upwards again. When Chase didn’t respond to his attempts, Frosty hurried over to the nearest person—JJ—and started nudging him. JJ took the hint and walked to Chase, offering a hand to him. Chase took it, and JJ pulled him up—a feat which took a fair bit of effort in his weakened state. Are you alright, Chase? JJ asked once he was standing again.

That name.

He knew that name.

Of course he knew it, Stacy was a very common name, but—it was the way she said it. Implying that he was somehow connected to that name. Something about it struck a chord in his very soul.

“I’m... sorry, did it not go well?” Kanchana asked quietly.

Chase swallowed a lump in his throat. “I... don’t... My... I was...”

“Ah... Chase, do you want me to explain?” Schneep asked. Once Chase nodded, he turned back to Kanchana. “Chase was in an accident about two and a half years ago. He lost his memory, among other problems.”

“What? Chase has amnesia?!” Kanchana pressed a hand to her mouth. “W-well... I guess that would explain why you didn’t remember me.”

“We... knew each other?” Chase asked, his voice a harsh whisper.

“Of course. Well, uh, vaguely. Like I said, we only met two times in person. But I know everyone in HAUC. Or, everyone who was in HAUC, in your case.”

Marvin inhaled sharply. “What? Chase was in HAUC?”

“What’s... hawk?” Chase asked hesitantly.

“Henches Against Unfair Conditions,” Kanchana explained. “It’s a henchman order.”

Chase felt like he couldn’t breathe. And yet, he managed to speak. “A... henchman order. Like... like the people who... who help villains. Th-that’s what you... I-I was part of...? So I was a—” He took a step back, bracing himself against the car with a hand. 

Schneep shook his head. “There is no way. You must be mistaking him for some other Chase.”

There can’t be many people out there that look like Chase AND share his name, JJ pointed out.

“Well what other explanation is there?” Schneep asked. “I am sorry, ma’am, you must be mistaken.”

Kanchana shook her head. “I don’t make mistakes when it comes to people. My superpower is pretty minor, but it can’t be tricked. I can remember everything about anyone I’ve met. No matter how long ago I met them.” She looked at Chase again. “Chase Brody, right? You’re thirty? Birthday is April 11th?”

Chase nodded dazedly. The world around him felt like it was moving in slow-motion. Distant. Like he was trapped underwater, staring at his surroundings through the glass wall of a fish tank.

“But—But Chase would not be a henchman!” Schneep protested. “He is a good man!”

“Hey, henches are good people,” Kanchana said defensively, folding her arms. “Most of them just want to make a living. It’s just that... the only way they can do that is by working for bad people.”

“Bold thing to say to the leader of a henchman order, Specter,” Marvin muttered.

“I-I didn’t mean—” Schneep stammered. “I stole things for years, I am not objecting to this on a morality premise. I know that... sometimes, you are in a difficult situation, and there is only so much you can do. I just... Chase? Really?”

“What did I... do?” Chase whispered.

Kanchana looked at him, her eyes softening. “Do you actually want to know?”

Chase hesitated, then nodded.

“Well... you’re one of the few people who had experience with weapons before entering HAUC. You could use a handgun really well, mentioned that your dad taught you, but uh, you couldn’t really use those skills after you moved to the UK from the States. Even so, you had a leg up over a lot of people signing up to be grunts. You worked with us for six years, starting when you were twenty-one. I have no idea how you found HAUC, you never told me, but uh, that’s pretty young to be joining a henchman order. You took a lot of driving jobs, shooting jobs, you were on the no-kids list, which is understandable considering you had Abby—oh fuck, you have amnesia, do you even remember Abby?”

Chase felt his legs start to collapse again, but he grabbed onto the car to stop himself. Kanchana listing these facts about him felt so... disconnected, so surreal, like she was talking about a character in a TV show instead of telling him his own past. But the moment she mentioned that name—again, a common name—again, implying his connection to it—the moment she did that, it all clicked into place. It felt real, solid. 

“...I’ll take that as a no,” Kanchana whispered.

“Who the hell is Abby?” Marvin asked.

Schneep’s eyes widened behind his goggles. “A... child?”

A noise escaped Chase’s throat, something between a squeak and a groan.

Marvin’s eyes widened. “...holy shit, Chase has a kid, doesn’t he?” He looked at Chase. “Do—Does any of this—Are there memories—”

“I-I don’t... remember, e-exactly,” Chase said slowly. “But it feels... right. I... I-I can’t picture their faces. But... Stacy... a-and Abby... They... I... I know them. I-I do.” He stared down at the asphalt, taking in the cracks and details of the rocks. “K-Kanchana... do you... know them?”

“I never met them,” Kanchana whispered. “You... talked about them the couple times we met in person, though. And... they’re why you left HAUC.”

“Why?” Chase whispered.

“You said that... Stacy found out what your job really was. A-apparently you’d been hiding it from her. She didn’t react well. You said she ‘immediately’ left you, a-and you wanted help getting another job to try and go clean for her and Abby.”

“Did I find one?”

“Well, I sent you to SepTech’s Reformation Program,” Kanchana said slowly. “You emailed me and said they helped you out and you were leaving HAUC. And that was the last I heard of you.”

“And this was three years ago?” Schneep asked. When Kanchana nodded, he turned to Chase, whose eyes were still fixed on the ground. “Chase, your accident was two and a half years ago. At the East SepTech building, when it collapsed. That cannot be a coincidence! You were not just passing by, you were there because—because maybe you worked there?”

Chase didn’t answer. He didn’t say anything for a while. “Why... why didn’t anyone know about this?” He asked quietly. “I—J-just because she left, it doesn’t mean that... that people wouldn’t know... Th-there would’ve been a marriage certificate or something, right?”

“That is true,” Schneep said. “There was nothing for you. Only your driving license. That was the only record you had at all.”

“Which really doesn’t make sense,” Marvin said. “Because if you were part of the Reformation Program, that means you had a criminal record. But there wasn’t anything, was there?”

Schneep shook his head. Silence followed for a moment. Chase finally raised his head...

Just in time to see JJ sign something. Technopath.

“Huh?” Marvin blinked.

“Oh!” Gwen raised her hand. She and Soren had been standing off to the side while all this happened, quietly letting Chase and his friends have their moment. “Yeah! A technopath could totally wipe digital records of all kinds. They couldn’t do anything about the paper copies, but if you had some identification that showed up, then I bet whoever looked into your amnesia would’ve figured that was all.”

Schneep inhaled sharply. “Could it... could it have been Anti-Virus? Could he have wiped your records?”

“Why, though?” Chase whispered.

Marvin frowned. “Well, I don’t know why Anti-Virus would want to wipe some of Chase’s records, but let’s say that he did do it, for some reason. That means that he and Chase probably knew each other, right? Maybe... they met at SepTech?”

Schneep folded his arms, looking thoughtful. “That would be more evidence to our theory about Anti-Virus being Dr. McLoughlin.”

“The head of SepTech?” Kanchana asked. “Why would he want to attack his own business?”

“Well he’s not fully in charge of it,” Marvin said. “The McLoughlin family may have founded SepTech, but it’s run by a board now. He’s not fully in control. Maybe... he wants to be. For some... plan or something.”

Soren coughed. “Well, this all sounds very important, but um... the longer we stand out here, the more attention we draw. And we don’t want that when we’re still stuck in these jumpsuits. Chase, do you want your jacket back, by the way?”

“Oh, uh, n-no, you can keep it,” Chase said. “I’ll pick it up... later. From wherever you guys are staying.”

So you guys are going to know where we’re staying? JJ asked.

“That was the plan,” Marvin said. “We can’t use phones to contact you, so we’ll have to stop by in person to update you on stuff.”

“Don’t worry, there’s a secret way into the house if they need to avoid attention,” Kanchana added. “Anyway, Soren is right, we don’t want to draw too much attention. Jameson, Soren? Come on. I’ll drive you the rest of the way to the place. And as for you three.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out three loose sticky notes, handing one to Schneep, Marvin, and Gwen. “This is the address. Share it with people you trust. Uh... not through text or anything.”

“Oh yeah, definitely not,” Marvin said, putting the sticky note into a pocket in his costume. He looked at JJ. “Well... I-I can check on you tomorrow evening, if you want. See how you’re... settling down.”

JJ smiled slightly. I’d appreciate that. But... well, I’m exhausted. Soren probably is, too. I think we should get to this safe house so we can lie down.

Schneep blinked. “Did you give Soren here a name sign?”

Jameson nodded. Why wouldn’t I? He was one of the few people I could talk to. We... spent a lot of time together. Was his face turning red?

“Mm-hm, mm-hm.” Schneep nodded. “So, what did you two do while you were spending time together?”

That’s not important, JJ said quickly. The point is, I think we should go now. We’ve delayed long enough.

Kanchana started walking towards the car parked in the car lot. “Yeah, come on, you two. As for the rest of you, leave the rented car here, I’ll send someone to take it back to the rental place. Just in case you were trailed.”

“I don’t think we were, but that’s a good idea,” Gwen said. She took off her mask and jacket with the circuit patterns, suddenly looking like any other pedestrian on the street. “We can take the night train home!”

“I’ll ride with you, Gwen,” Marvin offered.

“Thanks, Spitfire!”

“Be careful, Gwen,” Soren said. “Stop by some time, okay? But... not too much. Stay safe, you know? Uh, and don’t tell your parents I’m back yet. Just in case.”

“Aw.” Gwen’s shoulders slumped. “Mom would be so happy to hear that, though. But alright. I know that we gotta be cautious.” She gave him a quick hug. “Good luck, Soren!”

Soren smiled. “Thanks, Gwen. You two.” He patted her back, and then drew away. “Jameson?”

JJ nodded. He looked at Schneep, Chase, and Marvin. I’ll see you three later, then. Tell Jackie... Tell him he was helpful. And that I’m alright.

“I’ll do that,” Chase whispered.

“Stay safe, Jamie,” Schneep said.

JJ gave Schneep a shoulder hug, then hurried after Soren and Kanchana. The three of them got into the car, which then drove off.

“Well... see you guys,” Marvin said, taking off his costume to reveal the normal clothes he was wearing beneath. “Gwen and I are going to the train station on Olive. What about you?”

“There’s another in Midway, I think that one is closer,” Schneep said. “We will go there. See you later.”

Marvin smiled, Gwen waved, and then they started walking, leaving Schneep and Chase alone.

Schneep glanced at Chase. “How... h-how are you doing? That information Kanchana shared... it was... A-are you okay?”

Chase stared back at him, then took a deep breath. “I will be. Just, uh... give me some time.” He picked up Frosty’s leash. “I’ll just go to the train station.”

“Do you want me to ride the train with you?”

“No, your place is in the opposite direction. It’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” Schneep’s voice was gentle, like he was afraid Chase would shatter into pieces if he was too loud.

“I’m sure.” Chase gave him a shaky smile. “I have a lot to think about, anyway. The train ride will give me time.”

“Alright... let’s at least walk together.”

“I’d appreciate that,” Chase whispered.

The two of them walked to the train station in silence.

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Jackie tried to keep himself busy all day, but the moment Chase left to meet up with Schneep and Marvin at the car rental place, he found he couldn’t concentrate on anything. He tried going on patrol, but with how distracted he was by the dread and anxiety pooling in his stomach, he knew he wouldn’t be able to snap into action if he tried to stop any crimes. So in the end, he decided the police could handle the city for one day and stayed home, trying to relax. But even that was difficult, as no activity could take him away from his thoughts. He switched through things rapidly until he eventually decided to try and go to bed early. It didn’t work. So he ended up just lying under the covers and watching YouTube on his phone.

But finally, he drifted off—only to snap awake at the sound of the front door opening and closing. He sat up, knocking his phone from his stomach to the ground, but didn’t bother to pick it up as he got out of bed and left the room, hurrying to the living room.

“Chase!” Jackie called out to him the moment he saw Chase and Frosty. “How did it go? I-is he—Did you get—Is everything okay?”

Chase looked up at him... but not directly at him. His eyes were... distant. “Uh, hey, Jackie. Y-yeah. It went... I think they had to come up with stuff at a couple times, but... he’s out. He wanted to... He wanted everyone in there to leave with him, but they couldn’t really... do that. But they did get another guy.”

“They got someone else out?” Jackie asked, surprised. “Who? Actually, no, this isn’t the time to talk about this.” They wouldn’t have broken someone out of prison who was supposed to be here, so the guy they broke out with JJ was probably fine. Not too bad with a criminal. Onto more important matters. “Are you alright, Chase? Are you tired or something? You seem a bit out of it.”

“I...” Chase shook his head. He walked over to the sofa and collapsed. Frosty put his paws on his leg and pushed his face into Chase’s, sniffing him worriedly.

“...Chase?” Jackie walked over and sat down next to him. “Did something happen?”

“I have a wife and kid,” Chase blurted out.

Jackie leaned back. “Excuse me?”

“I just found it out now, it turns out that I-I knew Marvin’s friend before I lost my memory, a-and she remembers me, and she works for—she runs a henchmen order and she said I was part of that but then Stacy got upset so I tried to go legit and I was part of the Reforming Program but then I lost my memory—and Anti-Virus might’ve made it so that I wasn’t married to her, like by deleting digital records or something, but I don’t know why he’d have done that but honestly I don’t know if I care when I just found out that Stacy and Abby were there, they were my wife and kid this whole time, and I didn’t remember them, I didn’t fucking remember them, Jackie—”

“Whoa, okay, hold your fucking horses.” Jackie held up his hand. His head was spinning. This was a lot for him to process after just waking up from a nap. “Marvin’s friend Kanchana? She knew you? Are you sure?”

Chase nodded. “She has that superpower, uh, she remembers everyone she’s met. And the second she looked at me she knew me. The second she looked at me, Jackie. She knew my name before anyone told her. Sh-she knew my birthday. She knew me.” Tears began to line his eyes. “She knew about my family.”

“But... you couldn’t be... you couldn’t have been a henchman,” Jackie said slowly.

“Schneep said that too! But it’s the truth, apparently!” Chase laughed. “Apparently I know how to shoot a gun? Apparently I—I-I worked for villains for like, six years? I don’t know! I don’t know what I did! It’s still a biiiig blank up here!” He smacked the side of his head.

“Woah, don’t hit yourself, man.” Jackie reached out and gently moved Chase’s hand downwards. “O-okay, well... if meeting Schneep, JJ, and Marvin has taught me anything, it’s that... villains and heroes aren’t all black and white. So the same thing has to apply to henches, right? You’re still a good person, Chase.”

“What if I wasn’t in the past, though?” Chase whispered, eyes wide.

“Well... then you can change. After all, amnesia is almost like a fresh start, isn’t it?”

Chase didn’t say anything for a second. Frosty climbed up closer, resting his head against Chase’s chest, and Chase absentmindedly petted his fur. “But... I don’t... want a fresh start,” he said quietly. “Not if it means... losing everything from my old life. If it means losing... the two of them.”

“Right... yeah.” Jackie hesitated. “You said you have a wife and kid?”

“Yeah,” Chase breathed. “Marvin’s friend mentioned them. Stacy and Abby. A-and... I feel like... like... I-I don’t know. That sounded familiar. But the memories aren’t there.”

“Well that’s good isn’t it?” Jackie said.

“...I guess.”

“You guess?!” Jackie nudged Chase slightly. “You have family, dude. That’s great! You thought you didn’t, turns out you did, isn’t that great? You have a family!”

“Then why didn’t they come for me?!” Chase suddenly shouted. Frosty jerked back in surprise. “Why didn’t they come for me, Jackie?!” The tears started to fill his eyes again, spilling over. “It’s been over two fucking years! Even if the records were deleted, why didn’t they wonder where I was?! Was I that bad a father? That bad a husband? Did they hate me that much?! Did I do something that they couldn’t forgive me for?! What the fuck did I do, Jackie?! Why didn’t they come for me?! Did they hate me?!” He fell back against the sofa, sobbing. Frosty recovered from his surprise and resumed his position, leaning his whole weight on Chase.

Jackie was speechless. He had no idea what to say. How was he supposed to comfort Chase about something like this? After a few seconds, he just reached out and put his hand on Chase’s shoulder. “They don’t hate you, Chase,” he whispered.

Chase sniffed, wiping his eyes, trying and failing to stop crying. “But—But a-apparently Stacy—my wife she—she left th-the minute she found out about—about the henchman thing. A-and—and that c-can’t be good. Maybe—maybe she—she c-cut contact? Maybe she—”

“Hey, hey, Chase,” Jackie said softly. “You don’t know any of this. You don’t remember, and even if you did, you don’t know what, uh, Stacy has been thinking in the past two years. Maybe she tried to find you, but couldn’t. After all, didn’t you say that Anti-Virus might’ve messed with your records? Maybe—maybe he deleted your phone contacts. Or even Stacy’s contacts. And you didn’t have any social media before this, right? Nothing they found? So... maybe it’s the same for that.”

“What if h-he didn’t, though?” Chase asked. “What if—what if they just don’t want—What if they want to forget about me? What i-if—what if I deserve to be forgotten?”

“Don’t you fucking dare say that,” Jackie said fiercely. Chase looked at him, surprised, still breathing quickly from the crying. “Chase, you are my best friend. You do not deserve to be forgotten. No matter what you did in the past. If you did something really bad, you can still move past that. And, honestly, I feel like if you did something especially evil, someone would’ve recognized you by now, so there’s that, at least.” He gave a little laugh, but Chase just stared at him silently, so Jackie gave up on that. “Look. I don’t know why your family wouldn’t have reached out to you. I can’t... possibly imagine what you’re feeling right now. It’s probably really complicated. But... I’m here. No matter what, I’ll always be here.”

Chase looked at him. “Even if... it turns out I... did something terrible in my past?”

“Well, Marvin’s also done terrible things,” Jackie said. “He admitted to killing someone, remember? And Schneep’s been a thief for years. And JJ—well. Even if he was blackmailed into that, he still did some real bad stuff. Are you saying you’d abandon them because of that?”

“N-no...”

“Exactly.” Jackie nodded. “I may not agree with what Marvin’s done, and I may not have ever done what Schneep did, but... they’re still people. And you’re a person, too. A person who I care about. A person... I don’t want to forget. I-I don’t know how to deal with the family situation. But whatever you want to do about that, I’ll help you with it. Even if you just need me to stay by you.”

Chase started crying again, silent tears this time, trailing down his cheeks. “Th-thanks, Jackie. I... I-I don’t know how to deal with this. I don’t know if I should go looking for them, or... or what. But... thank you. F-for saying all that.”

“Anytime, Chase,” Jackie said quietly. “Is... is there anything I can do for you right now?”

“Hah. I’m just gonna sit here for a minute. Let Frosty do his job.” Chase patted Frosty’s back. “He’s a good boy.”

“He is, he really is.” Jackie smiled slightly. “Hey, uh... are you hungry? We could order pizza. Mara’s does delivery this late.”

Chase laughed quietly. “Yeah. Let’s do that. We can talk about... about the implications later. Like... Anti-Virus and all that.”

“Yeah.” That part in particular gave Jackie a pit in his stomach. The possibility that the villain had messed with Chase before he lost his memory, before all this started... it scared him. But this wasn’t the time to show this. Chase had a lot more to deal with right now. “We’ll talk about that later. I’ll go order the pizza. I left my phone in the other room, I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll be here,” Chase said, still patting Frosty.

Jackie smiled. He stood up and went back into his room, quickly ordering pizza from one of their local places. Then he returned to the living room and turned on the TV, putting on a show for background noise. He could tell Chase appreciated the distraction. And he needed it, himself, too.

Once the pizza arrived, they ate, and then went to their rooms to go to bed. Jackie went to sleep surprisingly quickly, for all that was on his mind. Chase would have lied awake longer, if Frosty hadn’t been a comforting weight by his side, allowing him to drift off and forget about everything he’d forgotten.

[pearlydays]

You tapped a manicured nail on the table, patiently waiting for the front door to open. Crossing and uncrossing your legs, you adjust the silk robe that covers your black-laced set. 

You didn’t know if you were excited or nervous. Maybe both? This plan you, oh so patiently, waited to be set into motion was plain stupid. Play stupid games and win stupid prizes, right? 

The sound of the door unlocking interrupted your thoughts. As planned, your boyfriend walked through the door after another overtime call this week. Well, that’s what he’s been telling you. You don’t acknowledge him; instead, you pour yourself a glass of wine before sipping. 

“Babe..? What are you- what are you doing up? It’s a bit late,” Your boyfriend stutters. You could hear the way he tried to mask his surprise. You tried the same thing, only you’re better at it. You smile and cock your head to the side, “I wanted to wait for you. I hope you don’t mind.” Trailing your hand down your robe, you grab the rope loosely holding the garment together, revealing your lingerie set.

Your boyfriend stood there dumbfounded. Maybe it was your smile, perhaps it was the alluring pull that you had on him, but it was most likely that fact that you know that he’s been fucking his co-worker behind your back. “I- I don’t know babe. I’m pretty tired. Overtime, y’know?” He gulps, loosening his tie before approaching you hesitantly. 

You want to roll your eyes. Why did he insist on playing you like you’re dumb? He’s not even giving his all into this lie. He’s like a really bad Tubi actor. 

Uncrossing your legs, you stand and meet him halfway before pulling on his belt buckle. “Please, baby? I’ll do all the work.” You ask, meeting his eyes. You drag your hand up his torso slowly before resting it on the back of his neck, playing with the hair. That was all the convincing he needed before nodding. 

You smile wickedly. Using the same hand on his neck to hold his jaw, you drop it and turn your back, urging him to follow you. Like a puppy, he did. He thought he was getting lucky tonight. Little did he know, someone else was.

Entering the room, he sees you sitting on the edge of the bed in front of a chair. “Sit right there for me.” He obeys eagerly, hands twitching with anticipation. After sitting in the chair for a second, he notices the handcuffs attached. Confusion paints his face, and he looks up to you for answers. 

“You’ve been so busy with work, I decided to help you relax. Can I?” You take your bottom lip into your mouth and stand to approach him.

“Whatever you want, babe. I’m yours.” You giggle and secure his wrists in the cuffs. 

“Oh? Are you now?” You drag a hand through his hair, coaxing him to lift his head to look at you.

He nods repeatedly, “Yeah, yours. You’re killing me here.” He chuckles.

You kiss your teeth, “I wonder what your co-worker would think if she saw you right now.” You shake your head and step away. The build-up was perfect; now, all you have to do is wait a little bit longer.

“What are you-“ You sigh loudly and roll your eyes. “For my sanity, stop with the lies. You sound so pathetic. Well, I guess it matches your, uh– predicament.” You return to your position on the bed, crossing your legs. 

“This isn’t funny, let me go.” He moves against his restraints as if the cuffs would break. The sight in front of you was laughable.

“Don’t make me have to gag you.” You tsk. He halts his movements for a minute to listen to you. A smirk stretches across your face. “I can’t believe you thought I would never find out. But I did, and I’ve decided that I can’t let you have all the fun.” 

As your boyfriend opens his mouth to question you, a different voice beats him to it. 

“You sure know how to keep a guy waiting, huh?” 

Your boyfriend whips his head towards the source of the voice. He opens his mouth once more before a piece of cloth is shoved in it and tied behind his head.

“By the looks of it, you enjoyed it.” You point at his visible erection, which elicits an eye roll and a ‘whatever.’

The moment was unfortunately interrupted by muffled sounds. Your boyfriend strains himself against the cuffs while trying to talk to you. You walk over to your phone and press play. Music erupts from your speaker, effectively drowning out your boyfriend. You smile in satisfaction and walk near him once more.

“Now that that’s out of the way since you wanna fuck around, how about you watch your boss fuck me, yeah?”

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a/n: so.. that happened. it was 3am and i just really felt compelled to write this. this is my first piece so please be honest with me. also, i couldn't decide who to write this about so please let your imagination roam. i'm just gonna tag everyone i thought of.

[jumpywhumpywriter]

"The Lost Hero" - Crippled Hero Presumed Dead part 12

Warnings: crippled hero, hero with disabilities, retired hero, dying, choking, collapsed throat, recovery whump

Hero took a step forward, and another -- before dropping to a knee to crouch eye-level with the unresponsive figure shackled in place. She looked... hopeful, and desperate all in one. But equally despairing and dreading. With a trembling hand, she reached out -- grabbing the man's shoulder and shaking it roughly.

The man jolted fully awake with a wailing scream of pure terror that practically scared the soul out of Logan, made him reel back hard enough to slam into Noah.

The man immediately started begging hysterically, looking disoriented. "Nonono it happened again -- PLEASE I'm sorry sir I'm so sorry I fell asleep I promise it won't happen again please don't torture me anymore I can't handle it I'll be really good for you and keep working hard and--"

Hero gave him another hard shake, and the man's attention instantly snapped to her. He blinked in confusion with bloodshot amber eyes, face hollow and concave. Huge bags were visible under his eyes, his appearance haggard and disheveled, bloodstains littering bruised skin. A pitiful sight. Every bone in his arms was highly visible, and it was clear he'd been left starving for quite some time, slowly wasting away.

"H... H-Hero...?" The man whispered. "No... I'm hallucinating again..." He clutched at his hair with his free hand, eyes screwed shut with distress as he rocked back and forth with a keening whine. Who knew the last time he'd slept. Days? Weeks?? Supervillain never let him rest for long, and it always came at a steep price.

Hero grabbed the man's arm firmly, tugging his hand away from his hair. She used her other hand to grab his jaw, angle his face to look at her. Another racking cough rattled in her lungs, and the man's amber eyes flew open. He stared in surprise at where her hand gripped his arm, eyes widening with dawning realization. "You... You're really here... but how..?”

Hero wiped some flecks of blood-tinted foam from her lips with the back of her sleeve, before exposing her neck and running a finger along the bit of metal that remained from when part of her device had broken off.

The man's face softened with newfound understanding. "Ah... you ruined my hard work, didn't you?" He let out a choked laugh. "I worked so hard on that masterpiece. Barely saved you when you were so mangled you couldn't even breathe on your own if I hadn't created that."

Then it clicked for Logan. This was Villain, the one Hero had spoken of so often, the one who had given Supervillain the remote linked to Hero's life-saving device. "But... Supervillain said he killed you!" He blurted without thinking.

"Oh... OH." The man's eyes flicked over to Noah and Logan, narrowing. "Who are they?"

Hero shook her head uselessly. She pointed to the papers on the table, then to the cuff and ropes holding Villain in place, raising a questioning eyebrow.

Villain's eyes darkened with malice and hatred. "Supervillain's been using me to create new weapons with my intelligence, invent new technology like that one-of-a-kind gift I made for you after I dragged you out of the wreckage of Old Supervillain's battle." His lip curled into an angry sneer. "I've been trapped here for months after he captured me, and Supervillain tortures me whenever I'm not productive enough. How did you even get past him to get in here, anyway? He's tight on security." He studied Hero's grim face, then let out a delighted, slightly-maniacal laugh. "Did you actually kill the bastard? I bet that brought back some memories of your battle with Old Supervillain, didn't it?"

Logan saw Hero visibly flinch, a memory haunting her expression.

"...And now you want my help," Villain mused. The thoughtful look in his eyes was more frightening than reassuring. And the smirk that soon followed was even more dreadful to witness. "...I have an offer," he growled, voice going stone-cold and impassive. But what he said next sounded less like an offer, and more like a non-negotiable demand.

"You will get me out of here... you will not arrest me, or send me to prison, or get any kind of authorities involved whatsoever. You will let me go free, and never intervene in my business again. And in return, I'll fix my wonderful creation. You'll get to breathe another day, Hero."

It was a terrible bargain with the devil, Logan knew. If Hero couldn't get in Villain's way... Villain could eventually become worse than Supervillain, with no one around to stop him. But they didn't have much of a choice -- it was take this deal or let Hero die. And that's exactly the logic Villain was counting on. He knew full well he could get whatever he wanted out of the situation. The more desperate someone is, the more they're willing to give -- he'd be a fool not to take advantage of it.

"There has to be some other way to--" Logan stepped forward to argue, but Hero raised a hand to silence him, nodding to Villain. She brushed a delicate hand over the cuff binding his wrist to the table. A short burst of electricity sparked from her fingers, frying the electronics in it. The cuff fizzed and sparked, before falling off with a thunk. Then she unsheathed a blade from her leg and sliced easily through the ropes around Villains ankles, revealing bloody flesh where they rubbed the skin raw.

Villain stood up and stretched with a wince, clearing his throat professionally despite his emaciated appearance. He was all business now. "For starters, I designed Hero's device to have an internal battery component that holds a charge long enough to last a few hours if the device itself was ever destroyed or stopped functioning. I need to know how long it's been since this happened."

"Roughly four hours," Noah piped up. "Four hours and seventeen minutes to be precise."

Surprisingly, Villain laughed. "You're joking," he chuckled. Then his face fell upon seeing their reactions. "...You're not joking," he breathed. Then he spun to face Hero, eyes wide. "...You should already be dead right now. The designated period of time I allowed that device is only two hours and thirty-five minutes, and you're almost double over than limit. I must have built it better than I thought if it's held out this long." He snapped his fingers at Logan and Noah.

"You two! Help Hero out and follow me! That device will give out any second now -- it's a miracle it hasn't done so already. We have to hurry... or she'll die," he barked harshly.

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[watori-fics]

Eating Dinner with the Actual Strongest in Mikado City: Super High-pressure Member of the Mikumo Family

Characters / Pairing: Mikumo Kasumi, YumaOsa (Kuga Yuma | Mikumo Osamu) Summary: A short story about Kasumi, Osamu, and Yuma meeting near the supermarket and how Kasumi ropes Yuma into having dinner with them. Note: Enjoy!

Kasumi Mikumo is indeed Osamu’s mom, and despite being younger-looking and stunningly attractive, her defining trait is her deadpan expression and demeanor, which can intimidate even the most confident individuals. She has an unwavering gaze that can pierce through anyone’s resolve, and she’s not one to back down from what she wants. Despite her calm exterior, she’s always been driven, direct, and utterly unapologetic about pursuing her goals.

One such goal was Osamu’s father! According to the backstory, Kasumi was laser-focused on him from the moment they met at university. Noticing his kind nature and quiet charm, she decided right away that he was "the one." While others might take time to weigh their feelings or approach things cautiously, Kasumi wasted no time. After successfully graduating university, she reportedly put intense pressure on him, using her natural tenacity and straightforwardness to secure their marriage.

Their relationship, much like her personality, is both practical and straightforward. She knew what she wanted, and she went after it with full force, much to the amazement (and slight terror) of those around them. Kasumi’s personality can have a strong effect on anyone she meets, including Osamu’s Border friends!

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It was an ordinary afternoon when Osamu and Yuma finished their classes and headed out, bags slung over their shoulders. Yuma had been talking animatedly about a new technique he was trying out in combat, while Osamu nodded along, eyes scanning the streets out of habit.

As they neared the local supermarket, a familiar figure caught Osamu’s eye. His stomach dropped when he saw none other than his mother, Kasumi Mikumo, standing near the entrance with her signature deadpan expression, staring straight at them.

"Ah… Kuga, we should—" Osamu started, but it was too late.

"Osamu." Kasumi’s calm yet authoritative voice cut through the air like a blade.

Yuma looked up, eyes curious. "That’s your mom, right?"

Osamu nodded reluctantly. "Yeah… she is."

Yuma waved cheerfully, completely unfazed. "Hi, Osamu’s mom!"

Kasumi’s gaze shifted to Yuma, her piercing eyes studying him for a brief moment before she spoke. "Yuma Kuga, isn’t it?" Her tone was as matter-of-fact as ever. She turned to Osamu, "You didn’t tell me you’d be walking home with a friend."

Before Osamu could respond, she had already made her decision. "Since you two don’t have Border shifts today, you’ll both join me for dinner."

Osamu’s eyes widened in horror. "Mom, you don’t have to—"

"Kuga-kun's coming," Kasumi said decisively, her eyes on Yuma, who blinked before grinning.

"Sure! I’d love to."

Osamu silently cursed his mother’s ability to control the situation so effortlessly. He knew once she decided something, there was no changing it.

At the Mikumo household, the smell of freshly cooked cream croquettes filled the air, and Osamu was already internally panicking about what might unfold. He sat at the table, nervously glancing at Yuma, who was already chatting with his mom like they were long-time friends. To Osamu’s surprise, Yuma was actually polite and well-mannered, handling Kasumi’s subtle intensity like it was nothing.

As they sat down to eat, Kasumi took the opportunity to drop the first bomb. "Osamu’s favorite food is cream croquettes, you know. I’ve been making these for him since he was little."

Yuma’s eyes brightened with genuine interest. "Really? I had no idea. Osamu, you should’ve told me. They’re really good!"

Osamu’s face turned pink. "It’s not that important…"

But Kasumi wasn’t done. "He used to cry if we didn’t have them at least once a week."

"Mom!" Osamu sputtered, trying to sink into his chair, wishing the ground would swallow him whole. Yuma, on the other hand, looked like he was having the time of his life.

Kasumi continued as if she didn’t notice her son’s distress. "He’s always been such a serious boy. Even in elementary school, he’d come home, do his homework right away, and then organize his room."

Yuma gave Osamu a teasing grin. "Wow, Osamu, you’ve always been so diligent, huh?"

Osamu mumbled something unintelligible, his face growing redder by the second.

As they ate, Kasumi told more "fun facts" about Osamu—like the time he accidentally fell into the pond at the local park because he was too focused on reading a book, or how he insisted on bringing an extra umbrella to school just in case someone else forgot theirs.

Yuma was having a blast, laughing at each story, while Osamu was dying of embarrassment, trying to deflect the attention back to anything else.

By the time dinner ended, Yuma was full, happy, and thoroughly amused. "Thanks for the meal, Kasumi-san. It was amazing!"

Kasumi nodded. "Come by anytime, Yuma. You’re always welcome. And Osamu, make sure to see him to the station."

"I know." Osamu replies. He's worried about Kuga's sense of direction without Replica, anyway.

As Yuma and Osamu headed out the door, Kasumi gave her son one last look. "Don’t forget, Osamu, for every friend you bring to visit our home, I’ll be making more cream croquettes for you."

Osamu groaned, knowing Yuma wouldn’t let him live any of this down. But as they walked down the street, Yuma smiled. "Your mom’s pretty cool, Osamu."

Osamu sighed. "Yeah… she’s something."

And though he wouldn’t admit it, deep down, he knew Yuma was right.

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Note: Yuma and Kasumi, by the end, are already on a first-name basis. Gotta hand it in to Yuma's communication skills and Kasumi's ultra high pressure......