#i saw that problem on my final yesterday and was like 'fuck. shit.'

[spaciebabie]

thank you so much for explaining in detail and without contempt. i have math anxiety and maybe dyscalculia and often make small stupid mistakes like that. it doesn't help when ppl treat me badly because of that. asking questions and being corrected and learning should be a positive thing, not being used for someone to look down on you. anyway, i learn best by making mistakes, b/c then it gets drilled into my head. but it's important to not be shamed for making mistakes. i'm starting to overcome my math anxiety and do better. i just need a little extra time to think about it and time to check for little mistakes too. when i get that, i do very well actually. for the first time i am enjoying studying math and physics. thanks again. i will now forevermore think of you with fondness in my heart.❤️‍🩹

hey you're welcome buddy! i have dyscalculia too and had math anxiety for the longest time. truly the best way ta get over that stuff (less abt the dyscalculia but more abt the anxiety) is having people coach you in a nonjudgmental way! math is so much more enjoyable when you're not worrying about all that stuff :))

(also if you're in the public school system they really just like kill all drive ta learn math its so bad. learning math in college is so much more fun imo b/c you're aroud ppl who reall really care abt what they're learning. they also care ta help you so YOU learn as well)

im lucky ta have had a really cool calc prof that knows the struggle of not feeling "smart enough" ta do math and she made sure ta take her time n explain concepts in full detail when we didn't get something. i hope that things get better for you!

you're not less than for not understanding certain concepts immediately! everybody learns at their own pace :)

[mayspicer]

Ok, the boss is no more! There were some super stressful moments but surprisingly we all survived o:

My animal companion got hit with disintegrate, but we had hero points to make him avoid it. I would cry actually, because disintegrate means no resurrection x_x

The war is prevented! At least this one, because Cayden's party is right at the center of a much bigger one just starting. Today we saved the country. Cayden is trying to not even save the whole world, just maybe slow the whole thing down and save as much people as possible...

[world0fmadness]

HORROR FLICKS ARE THE BEST CHICK FLICKS

max verstappen x horror nepo baby! zombie! reader

faceclaim: assorted but mainly sherri moon zombie

୨୧ max won the vote so here you go! there are some inaccuracies like rob zombie didn’t make the silent hill film, house of 1000 corpses came out in 2003 and stuff but hey, it’s fanfic, let me live <3

reading music recommendations: living dead girl by rob zombie - house of 1000 corpses by rob zombie

ynzombie: throwback to when little me was in my first ever horror movie ( and movie in general ) dad had me doing child labour for free because i’m his daughter… so sad 💔

robzombie ✔️: little liar, i paid you with candy and put money into your pre adult account 🖤

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maxverstappen ✔️: you were adorable liefde ❤️ though how you were in movies like this so young, i don’t know…

> ynzombie ✔️: thank you maxie moo <3 the horror love just runs in my love babe, you know that

ynlnhorrorqueen: a horror icon was born the day this movie came out…

> zombiesloveynzombie: a horror icon was born the day the world knew she existed lmao 😭

landonorris ✔️: you were a funny looking kid

> ynzombie ✔️: get the fuck OUT of here oh my god 😭 i genuinely might get my dad to cast someone who looks like you as a victim in his next film (spoiler alert: you will NOT be a final girl, you’ll be the dumbass who falls over a pinecone and gets decapitated)

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> landonorris ✔️: 😟

lewishamilton ✔️: fucking hell… i saw this when it first came out! and you were a baby then and you’re a grown up now… feel well old now! so nice seeing how far you’ve come love ❤️

> ynzombie ✔️: you are old, practically a fossil at this point! thank you lewis

ynzombie: house of 1000 corpses came out in theatres yesterday… did you guys love it? i know i fucking LOVED filming it and my dad LOVED making it ❤️

lewishamilton ✔️: loved it! incredible work yn, definitely a new favourite

> ynzombie: thank you lewis! i NEED to bring you on set next time

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robzombie ✔️: no cursing

> ynzombie ✔️: i… dad have you seen the i do in your movies? i think you should be okay with cursing 😭

> robzombie ✔️: i’m kidding honey, curse all you want, you’re sure as shit old enough

zombiesloveynzombie: this movie… oh my god! yn zombie you should be imprisoned for making me obsessed with a character like baby firefly…

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> maxverstrapon: max liking this comment lmao? sir can you even watch this movie?

> iluvf1: let him be 😭 he’s just supporting his gf

maxverstappen ✔️: so proud of you liefde ❤️

> ynzombie ✔️: i’m so proud of YOU for sitting through it without gagging at a nasty scene <3

> maxverstappen ✔️: i try, for you

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ynzombiehorrorqueen: i love how since yn was born and old enough, rob has basically never made any project without her being in it 🥺 he loves his daughter so much

landonorris ✔️: you’re a funny looking adult too actually…

> ynzombie ✔️: hope you die

> landonorris ✔️: maxverstappen come get yn she’s acting crazy again

> maxverstappen ✔️: i’m on her side this time, sorry mate

> landonorris ✔️: “ this time ” you’re ALWAYS on her side, she could skin me alive and roast me over a fire right in front of you and you’d be on her side

> maxverstappen ✔️: sounds like a you problem

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ynzombie: finally took max to meet daddy dearest! he only sat in the car shaking for about 20 minutes ❣️

robzombie ✔️: he’s an alright kid, your mother loved the flowers, bring him around again soon hon 🖤

> ynzombie ✔️: for sure <3

danielricciardio ✔️: how’d you get him out of the redbull gear?

> ynzombie ✔️: told him my dad HATES redbull

> zombiesloveynzombie: LMAO 😭

maxverstrapon: bringing her mom flowers, helping her mom in the kitchen, opening the wine, wearing something not redbull related… this man wants to be parent approved SO BAD LMAO

maxverstappen ✔️: it wasn’t so bad, thank you for convincing me to come liefde ❤️

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> ynzombie ✔️: i’m just glad you were comfortable maxie ❤️ love you lots

> iluvyn: she needed to convince him to come? omg…

> oldf1lvr: to be fair if my girlfriends dad was a horror director and i knew nothing about horror and could barely even sit through them i’d be pretty scared too 😭

> iluvf1: not to mention that her dad is just ROB FUCKING ZOMBIE? how was he not supposed to be scared? lmao

ynzombie: sneak peek at mine and my dad’s new project! won’t be out for a while but i wanted to feed you guys ❤️

lewishamilton ✔️: can’t wait for this one yn! looks great already

> ynzombie ✔️: can’t wait to hear what you think when you see the full thing :D

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> iluvf1: yn and lewis’ friendship will never not be adorable to me, they’re so close 🥹

> loveuyn: i mean, he LOVES all of her dads movies so it makes sense that they really easily befriended each other when max brought her to the grid for the first time

zombiesloveynzombie: yn playing another psycho ass bitch that i’m going to be obsessed with… I CANT WAIT

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maxverstappen ✔️: i think this one might be my favourite…

> ynzombie ✔️: because i kill characters who wanted to fuck my character?

> maxverstappen ✔️: yes :)

> maxverstrapon: max sitting through his girlfriends movies despite hating horror will always be SO CUTE to me, he lovesss her

maxverstappen: she’s a 10 but she’s got a bit of a big ego ( she’s rewatching all of her own movies ) ❤️

ynzombie ✔️: hm… okay then

> loveuyn: max is so going to regret saying this… i just know it, we all know how petty yn can get, even over a joke lmao 😭

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landonorris ✔️: 🫣

lewishamilton ✔️: oh mate…

> maxverstappen ✔️: what? what’s happening? what have i done?

danielricciardo ✔️: 😶

ynzombie: according to my lovely boyfriend, i have a large ego… i don’t know guys… anyways here’s some pictures from our weekend ❤️

maxverstappen ✔️: yn i’m begging you delete that first picture before your father sees it

> ynzombie ✔️: this is what you get for saying i had a big ego

> maxverstappen ✔️: i was KIDDING, liefde, please i beg you, delete

> ynzombie ✔️: i’m not deleting it

robzombie ✔️: yn, hon, would you ask your boyfriend to go into another room and call me? 🖤

> ynzombie ✔️: sure will dad!

> lewishamilton ✔️: maxverstappen good luck mate 👍

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maxverstrapon: the picture of him helping her clean the fake blood out of her hair… i want what they have 💔

> iluvf1: max is about to face the wrath of a father and you’re talking about that???

> maxverstrapon: ITS A CUTE PICTURE 😭

⋆ ˚｡⋆ ୨୧ ˚ NEW ADDED BONUS ˚ ୨୧ ⋆｡˚ ⋆

the aftermath of a call from a concerned father

[zepskies]

Lost on You - Part 10

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Supe!Reader

Summary: 1983 is a big year for you. You’re finally chosen to join the ranks of Payback, led by the most (in)famous supe in the world: Soldier Boy. He’ll never admit that he’s trying his damndest to figure you out. You’ll never admit that he’s actually growing on you. But the problem with this game is deciding who’s the predator, and who is prey.

AN: And we’re back! In today’s episode, we have a very special guest. 😉

Also, just so you guys know, my podcast interview with the Idling in the Impala podcast is now live! For all the timestamps of key moments, fic recs, and SPN writer shoutouts, see this post (you'll find the link to the video there too).

Song Inspo: “Wicked Game” by Chris Isaak

Word Count: 6.5K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, angst, drug use, PTSD, violence, and another big reveal…

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Part 10: I Need a Hero

Revenge could wait for one more day.

It all can wait, Ben thought. Despite how vehement he was yesterday, today, he was reminded of how good it felt to sleep in a warm bed with a beautiful woman. 

He laid there behind you, on his side. He’d woken up to the sound of music somewhere downstairs, maybe in the dining room.

What time is it? It was hard to remember to keep track of that now, even with the digital clock on the nightstand. It was only midnight, but to his body, it felt like morning.

You were dead asleep. Occasionally you let out soft hums, and other semi-arousing sounds. His lips tugged upward.

Still moans in her sleep.

He drew down the comforter and sheets slowly from your back. He was greeted by smooth skin, except where some marks had been made permanent. His fingers traced carefully over a rough, scarred patch of skin above your hip, as if you had been tased there repeatedly.

His jaw clenched. He could still remember the sounds he used to hear—your screams through the walls of the compound. He remembered when you eventually stopped begging for it all to stop.

“You’re saying this is my fucking fault?!” he said. “Yes! It is your fault. Because you’re too much of a mean, callous, arrogant, entitled, selfish, fucking asshole to see that everybody hates you!” you spat. 

For so long after that day, he hated you. He told himself that he didn’t give a shit about whatever was happening to you, because you clearly didn’t give a shit about him.

But the long months wore on to longer years, alone in the dark. Too often, your words would rattle through his head, reach through his chest with ragged claws. No matter how much he fought it, all he had time to do when he was alone, was think.

He vacillated between stubborn, angry indignation, and rethinking every interaction he had with you, with Countess, the rest of the team, and beyond. Slowly, he allowed himself to retrace his steps. If only in his mind, he began to regret certain things…at least where it came to you.

Ignoring you was both harder and easier, since he couldn’t see you.

That all changed a few days ago.

Eisenstein returned to his cell, but this time he wasn’t alone. Two guards held you bound and gagged. You were just as shocked to see him as he was you.

It felt like he was suspended in time.

He saw the signs of aging in your face, but it didn’t matter. Even now, you were beautiful.

The spell of it broke when they threw you down onto the metal table usually reserved for him. He saw now that they had you in a straitjacket to keep your hands covered. The anger built inside him, almost incandescent in his veins.

“What the fuck is this?”

 The doctor held a glass syringe in his gloved hand. He drew closer to you with slow, measured steps.

A realization soon dawned on Ben, no matter how much he didn’t want to admit it. He saw your terror, the way you wordlessly pleaded with him, asking for help with your eyes.

Part of him still hated you, but he couldn’t take it. He wouldn’t allow this sick bastard to hurt you again. Not right the fuck in front of him.

You were still his.

His hand traveled down your bare shoulder, over the gentle slope of your side, and down the curve of your hip under the covers. You shifted and hummed, edging toward wakefulness. Ben settled in from behind, protectively embracing his body around yours in a perfect fit. He began kissing along your neck, slowly.

“Hmmm I’m sleeping,” you said, keeping your eyes closed. He smirked. His lips became more insistent, along with his hand spanning your thigh.

“Wake up, then,” he said. He teased the shell of your ear with his tongue, dragged your earlobe between his teeth. You shivered.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you retorted, smiling.

Ben huffed. “Yeah, keep being a fucking brat. That’ll get me to stop.”

His beard rasped against your skin as his lips found a path down the column of your throat. Acquiescing to open your eyes, you sighed, tilting your head back to give him more room. Meanwhile, his cock pressed insistently against your ass.

You smirked and shifted your hips, grinding back against him. “Maybe I like working you up.”

“Oh yeah?” He moved your thigh over his to spread your legs for him. There the warm, blunt tip of his cock pressed at your entrance, nudging you open with shallow thrusts. You moaned in response, reaching back to slip a hand in his hair.

You were a wanton little thing, he thought, even as he reached around to bury his fingers in your pussy. Already finding wetness between your folds, he gathered some of it and rolled your clit smoothly between his fingers. You gasped his name, your hips bearing down against him.

He took the opportunity to sheathe himself all the way inside you, until his hips were snug against your ass. You made a sound of pleasure that had his balls clenching on reflex. Your voice was a curse, even without your powers.

For once, he fucked into you slowly, with long, unhurried strokes that still managed to rock the bed. Ben was surprised the frame and springs hadn’t given up yet.

“You’re fucking mine, you hear me?” he said, close to your ear. He punctuated his words with deeper thrusts. “Say you understand.”

“Yes,” you agreed on a gasp.

“Yes, what?” He laid more tantalizing kisses along your neck and jawline. “Tell me.”

“I’m yours,” you said, in a coarse whisper. Ben claimed your lips in a kiss, before he kept moving inside you in languid strokes.

You were a moaning mess, your eyes squeezed shut. You grabbed at your breasts and kneaded them yourself, rolling and pinching your nipples. He strummed more insistently on your clit, until he felt your inner walls finally start to throb around him.

Your orgasm hit you in a slow, long wave as you pressed your face into your pillow. And you clenched so impossibly tight on his cock, it triggered his release as well. His arm curled around your middle and pressed you tight against him as he uttered a sharp grunt. He finished hot inside you, panting heavily into your neck afterward.

“Well, good morning,” you quipped, despite trying to catch your breath as well.

Ben’s hazy reverie broke into a chuckle. He dropped a lingering kiss onto your shoulder.

“It’s the middle of the night,” he corrected.

You shrugged. “Whatever.”

When he pulled out of you, you shivered a little. He rolled onto his back, and regardless of the mess in the sheets, you turned over to rest your elbow on his pillow, leaning over him.

“I should probably tell you something,” you said.

He eyed you in suspicion. “What now?” 

You smiled and laid a hand on his chest, dragging your nails through the fuzz there.

“My family’s from Brooklyn, not a small town in Indiana,” you confessed. "Made it up to make me seem more...down to earth. Doe-eyed and likeable."

Ben’s brows shot up. He took a moment to process that information, then he shook his head.

“Fucking figures.” His arm lowered to curl around your lower back, caging you against him.

“I grew up in a brownstone that we had to share with two other families,” you said.

“So you were broke.”

“Yep. When I was born, my family spent all their savings to contract with Vought, to give me Compound V,” you explained. “Their plan was something like, if I became a famous superhero one day, I’d bring us out of our shitty life.”

Ben sighed, shaking his head. “So they pimped you out to Vought.”

“Essentially,” you said. You paused. He could see it was difficult for you, but you talked more about your life—the expectations from your parents, the training, the grueling schedules and the robbing of your childhood. 

“When my mom died, I…I realized just how much they took from me,” you said, gazing up at him. “Isn’t that horrible?”

Again, Ben shook his head. His hand had been caressing up and down your back, but it stopped now. Part of him was still reluctant, but he told you about the biggest lie of his life. That he hadn’t grown up poor or struggling. That his father practically owned half of Pennsylvania, and Ben had been a spoiled rich kid. He’d also gotten kicked out of boarding school after starting a fight.

“My father said I wasn’t worthy of his name,” he said, with a wry turn of his lips. “So I went out, talked to some of his golf buddies in the War department, and got myself into the Vought program. I became Soldier Boy.”

You listened with rapt attention. Not interrupting him, just giving him the time he needed to find his words.

“When I came home after the war, my mother was just as proud as she’d ever been,” he recounted. But he didn’t smile. “My father took a good look at me, maybe for the first time in my life. And you know what he said?”

You gave him a questioning look, silently prodding.

“He said I took a short cut. ‘A real man wouldn’t have cheated,’” he said.

When he eventually met your gaze, you at least didn’t look pitying. Just understanding.

“I guess we both have daddy issues, huh?” you said.

Ben shook his head. Then he eyed you. “You don’t look that surprised by all this.”

You smiled, a little sheepish. You stroked your thumb across his chin.

“I can sense when a man is lying to me, remember?” you said pointedly. “I clocked you a long time ago, pal. Mostly any time you told some fake war story... You didn't fight in the war, did you?”

He frowned in offence, even though you both knew he couldn’t deny it.

"I was there," he said.

You gave him a knowing look. "Ben."

"I fucking would've, all right, but by the time I got there it was pretty much..." He waved a dismissive hand. His brows were crunched along with his worsening frown. You felt his embarrassment, and as a result, his agitation. You were glad to finally get the truth in his own words, but you didn't want to work him up in that way either.

You tried softening him with a kiss to his cheek. You rubbed a soothing hand over his arm.

“So what do you want to do when we get our lives back?” you asked, purposefully changing the subject. “After the whole payback thing.”

Ben sat up with you against the headboard. His upset slowly faded away with your ministrations, your gentle touch, and his expression fell into contemplation.

“I always thought I had time, but uh…I thought I’d eventually settle down. Have a couple of rugrats of my own. Raise a family,” he said. “Thought I could do it better than my old man.”

You tilted your head at him with a certain measure of surprise. Out of everything he might’ve said, that one didn’t occur to you. Although, with his upbringing, you supposed it made sense. You smiled.

“You might have a few of those out there somewhere,” you said.

He chuckled. “I've always thought so.”

He looked at you in a way he hadn’t before, a bit gentler, with something else you couldn’t name. Your face warmed as something fluttered in your lower belly.

“So tell me then. What do you want?” he asked.

Once you worked through that bit of nerves, you thought about his question. It took you longer than you thought it would to come up with an answer, but when you did, it was the most honest thing you could think of.

“I want to be happy.”

He paused, not expecting that answer. Then he nodded, with a short hum.

You sighed. “Okay, if you really want to go after Vought, I think I have an idea of where we should start.”

I can’t believe it. This thing still fits me pretty well, you thought. You twisted in the mirror to examine yourself in your old black and violet supe suit, though you didn't bother with the mask.

Meanwhile, Ben was already with your generous host, sat with widespread legs on the couch while he smoked a large blunt. His smoke coiled out lazily.

“You gotta believe me, I didn’t know what they were planning,” said Arthur Cohen. AKA: The Legend. He had been forced into a chair, though Ben hadn’t bothered tying him up. The man knew better than to make a false move. He was a decade older, and lucky for him, even wiser.

His penthouse apartment in New York looked more or less the same. Hit records and old successful movie posters adorned the walls, like a true has-been.

“Yeah, you said that fifty fucking times already,” Ben snarked. “What you haven’t said, is why.”

��To be honest, I never asked,” Arthur said. His expression soured. “Stillwell and Stan Edgar shivved me out of that decision, those uppity fucks. Then they got me fired on some technicality.”

“Allegations of embezzlement, or so I heard,” you said, reentering the room.

Arthur raised a finger. “Not true. That money was well earned backpay.”

You rolled your eyes.

“You know I know you’re lying, right?” You approached the men and crossed your arms. “What’s the lay of the land now?”

“Well, Stillwell’s the new me. Stan’s the new CEO. They disbanded Payback after you disappeared. The others are either working new gigs or are in early retirement. But I heard Vought’s working up to creating a new team.”

You nodded and shared a glance with Ben. He looked a little too chilled out right now. Apparently, Arthur had the good stuff.

“Before we jump into the frying pan with this, I want to go see my family,” you said. “Would you…want to go with me?”

Ben blew out more smoke, gesturing at Arthur. “I’ll keep this one company until he finds our old team. Make sure he doesn’t fuck off to Rio.”

You felt the sting of disappointment, but you sighed and agreed.

“Just…wait for me to get back before you go anywhere,” you said. You saw Ben prickle a little at being “told” what to do. You lowered down to his lips.

“Please?” you said, plying him with a kiss, and a gentle squeeze of his hand. “I’ll be back soon.”

He tightened his hand on yours. His gaze drew over you, briefly with more clarity through his high.

“Fine,” he said. “Be careful.”

You nodded with a smile, giving him one more kiss goodbye.

Your father was the longer drive north than your brother’s house in Queens, so you headed up to find the former first after borrowing a car from Arthur. According to him, your father had moved upstate to Albany after your “death.” 

Now, you understood why.

He lived in a two-story house on a whole acre of land, complete with three cars, a pool, and oh yeah, his new girlfriend. She looked good hanging off his arm in Atlantic City, as you saw from a picture on the wall—after you broke into the house, that is. To be fair, they’d left the sliding glass door open in the backyard.

Your dad was dressed like he just got home from the golf course, walking over from the kitchen to the living room. He dropped his glass of wine in shock when he saw you standing there, admiring the only framed picture of you, your mother, and Chris on one of the display shelves. Glass shattered across the hardwood floor.

“Hey, Dad,” you said. You turned to him, not bothering to hide your disdain.

He gaped for a few seconds as he tried and failed to make his mouth work. He pointed at you with a shaking hand, your name finally falling from his lips.

“It’s a beautiful place,” you said. You gestured widely at your surroundings. “It’s nice to see that you finally got what you wanted.”

He tried to go to you, to embrace you, but you held out a hand. Your lips trembled as you fought the onslaught of your emotions. If he touched you, you might not have been able to control your actions.

“Did you give any of the settlement money to Chris and his family? Or did my death just make you rich,” you asked.

Your father’s eyes closed. He released a heavy sigh before he was able to meet your gaze again.

“He wouldn’t take any of it,” he admitted.

Your tears stung in your eyes as you smiled a little. “Sounds like him.”

“Where have you been?” he asked. “Are you okay? Do you need help?”

Again, he tried to get closer to you, and again, you held him off.

“The only thing I need from you is to keep doing what you’re doing,” you said. “Keep living your life like you no longer have a daughter.”

With that, you stalked out of the house and shot out the door, back to your car, no matter how much he called out after you. You got into the driver’s seat and beat the wheel once, twice, venting your frustrations. But you forced yourself to take in deep breaths to calm yourself. You wiped the tears from your eyes.

He wasn’t worth it.

You wondered if you should go see Chris though. Would it be safe for him and his family? Was Vought watching them as a contingency, if you ever escaped?

You weren’t sure. You rucked through your purse lying in the passenger seat for the weird “cell” phone Arthur had lent you. You wanted to check in with Ben first, before you went anywhere else.

You started to dial, but a gloved hand shot out and injected a needle into your neck. You startled at the sharpness and the feeling of a chemicals rushing through your body. Your eyes darted to the rearview mirror.

All you saw was a blurry, black mask.

Meanwhile, Ben was fucking plastered.

He had been ever since you left yesterday morning. In his unrest, he’d moved on to a handful of whatever opiates Arthur kept in his medicine cabinet.

Christ I’m fucking bored.

He glanced down at the phone in his lap. The one Arthur gave him, along with a list of numbers that had been taped to the fridge. The first number on the list was the cell phone you were carrying. Ben read the rest of them.

Pizza place. Chinese. Swedish massage—hmm, there’s an idea. Handy man. BEST escort service…

Ben rose a brow. An inebriated smile curved his lips.

“What makes it the best escort service?” he asked, and loudly. Enough that Arthur came over from where he’d been making calls in his office, trying to find the rest of his former teammates’ whereabouts.

Arthur raised a brow at him. “You sure that’s a good idea right now?”

Ben shot him a terse warning look. The other man raised his hands.

“Eh, I’m three times divorced. What do I know?” he said, but he sighed and gave Ben a long look. “It just seems to me that you and Sirena got a good thing goin’, that’s all.”

The thought of you managed to cut through the haze of drugs clouding Ben’s mind. He frowned.

“That’s how Missus #1 caught me, with one of my ex-assistants in the jacuzzi,” Arthur said, with a mild grimace on his face. “She got that house in the divorce. Well, that and the kids.”

Ben looked over at him blankly.

Heaving a sigh, Arthur went back to his office.

Ben glanced down at the list of numbers in his hand, and the cell phone in the other. What the fuck was taking you so long then?

He dialed the first number on the list—your number. It rang several times, but you never answered. He called you again, waited a few minutes, then called you a third time. You weren’t answering.

His frown worsened, along with a suspicious prickling up his spine. Fuck...

He'd felt it the moment he let go of your hand, but he'd been too out of his mind to actually listen to his instincts; the same ones that warned him not to let you out of his sight. And more importantly, not to let you go.

He got up from the couch and stormed into Arthur’s office, shoving the door open. Arthur jumped in his seat. 

“What? What’s the matter?”

“She’s not picking up the fucking phone,” Ben said. He paused. “Something’s wrong.”

Arthur didn’t ask him the predictable question: how do you know? He just took in the look on the supe’s face and knew it wouldn’t be wise arguing. He tried calling your father's home, but all the man would say was, "She left. She's gone."

Arthur hung up with the man, and for a long moment, he sat pensively while Ben angrily paced the small office, like a tiger confined in its enclosure.

“It’s possible that Vought knows you guys made it back,” Arthur said. At the dark look on Ben’s face, the other man rubbed his chin with a sigh. “Okay. I’ll try to track her down for ya. In the meantime, I’ve got Countess’s address. Maybe she'll even have an idea of where to look for Sirena.”

He slid a piece of paper toward Ben across his desk. He grabbed it, pointing a threatening finger at Arthur.

“Find her.”

You woke with a groan. You knew a drugging when you felt one, and this was it. Someone had given you a powerful sedative.

You were alone in a white padded cell, lying on a cot. It was all too familiar.

Except for the tall figure in black standing in the middle of the room, watching you. You gasped with a jolt, pressing your back against the wall after you sat up. You almost couldn’t believe your eyes.

“Irving?”

Black Noir stepped closer until he was sitting beside you on the cot. Tentatively, he raised a hand up to touch your cheek with gentle, gloved fingers.

Your shock gave way to anger. You slapped his hand away.

“What are you doing?!” you said sharply.

Noir backed off at once, as if you’d struck him a real blow. He got up, went over and grabbed a dry erase board that had been lying against the far wall, along with a marker off the floor. He wrote something down on it, then he showed you.

You shouldn’t have come back to NY.

You frowned, both at what he “said,” and in confusion. Why wouldn’t he just talk to you?

“What did you expect?” you asked incredulously. “For me and Ben just to disappear forever? To let you keep ruining our lives?”

Noir paused at that. He tilted his head with a long look at you. With your abilities, you were able to sense that he was disheartened, and even angry. He erased the board with his arm and wrote something else.

Do you love him?

You blinked at the question.

“Who?” you asked, even though you knew.

Soldier Boy

Emotion rose high in your throat, but you worked past it with a swallow, and a deep breath.

“That’s none of your business,” you said.

Noir just stared at you, his head tilting forward. The longer he stood there, watching you, waiting for an answer, the longer you prickled with unease.

He erased the board and wrote the same question again. He held it out for you to see, shaking it once in emphasis.

Do you love him?

You hesitated, but you didn’t want to lie anymore, even to yourself.

“Yes, I do,” you said. “I know what he’s done, believe me, but he isn’t a monster.”

Noir’s head twitched. You felt his anger intensify. He dropped the board onto the floor, startling you, but all he did next was slowly raise his hands to take off his helmet. He showed you what was left of his mottled, disfigured face—the burnt skin and the divot in his skull that had never fully healed.

Your mouth parted in shock as tears sprung in your eyes. You tried to avert them, but Noir stepped forward and grabbed your jaw, turning your face up to his and forcing you to look. Your lips trembled, but you met his gaze unflinchingly.

When he seemed to be satisfied, he released you and stepped back. He placed his helmet back on.

“I understand why you hate him,” you said at last. “But you made your choice when you let them take me too. You…you changed everything for me.”

You were satisfied to feel a lance of Noir’s guilt. You had scars too, and most of them weren’t physical.

“I’m not going to apologize for my choices now,” you said, with a firm glare. “So unless you’re going to kill me, you can fuck off, before I scramble what’s left of your head.”

Your eyes glowed with your power. You opened your mouth to begin your siren’s song, but Noir turned on his heel and exited the door, leaving you alone in the cell.

A fucking chimp sanctuary. Really? Ben thought as he broke into the boundary of the reserve. About a quarter mile into the tall grass, he found a large, if rundown country style house in the middle of the woods.

“Yes, Big Daddy. I’m almost ready for you. Just let me heat these up…”

Ben raised a brow, but he gritted his teeth and kicked through the front door. There she was, Crimson Countess in all her glory, holding a set of anal beads.

She gasped at the sight of him, but she ignored the “client” on speaker on her landline phone, and dropped the beads so she could aim a fiery blast at the intruder.

Ben jumped out of the way and tossed his shield. It hit her square in the chest and sent her flying back into the wall, destroying a bookshelf and the dining table. He walked over to it with slow, heavy steps.

She raised her head with a groan, but then, her eyes watered with disbelief…and fear, when she looked up at him.

“Ben?” she said. “My God…it’s really you, isn’t it? You... you look the same.”

“You don't,” he remarked. He lowered down to grab her by the collar of her suit and raise her out of the rubble.

“How much did the Russians pay you, Donna?” he asked calmly.

She struggled to escape, her nails scraping at his gloved hand. He tightened his hold.

“They didn’t,” she admitted. Tears leaked from her eyes under her mask.

“They didn’t pay you anything?” he said through clenched teeth. “Then why?”

You know why, came sneaking voice in his mind. He tried to pay it no heed, but Donna sneered at him.

“Because,” she spat. “I fucking hated you. We all did.”

Ben’s lips pulled at a humorless smirk. His chest prickled with heat. “I should’ve known you were a bunch of sniveling, backstabbing, fucking cowards.”

“Kill me then,” she taunted. “Is that gonna make you feel better? Going to make you feel less empty inside?”

Ben’s chest began to get that nuclear glow, but he managed to fight it down, back into embers.

“Not yet,” he said. He drew her in closer. She held onto his wrist, her feet scrambling over the debris on the floor.

“I need to find someone,” he said. “And you’re going to help me.”

Ben and Donna sat across from each other on her living room couch, with the landline sat between them. The phone was on speaker as it rang. The longer it took, the more annoyed he became.

“This better work,” he said. She gave him a flat look.

Finally, a woman answered the phone.

“Good afternoon. Stan Edgar’s office. How may I assist you?”

“Hi Gloria, it’s me, Donna,” she said. “I need to speak with Stan as soon as possible, please.”

“Ooh, I’m afraid he’s in a meeting.”

“Trust me, he’s going to want to take this call.”

“Hmm, I’m afraid his next availability isn’t until next week. And next month if you want an in-person meeting.”

“Just tell him to call me back asap!” She said, hanging up the phone in a huff. Ben gave her an unimpressed look.

“That was your big fucking plan?” he said.

She huffed. “You think breaking into Vought is going to be easy? Let alone finding that weasel. He’s got the best security money can buy, and by the way, finding where they’re keeping your little girlfriend isn’t going to be any easier. They could’ve stashed her literally anywhere by now.”

You think I don’t fucking know that? Ben got up from the couch with an angry breath. He turned away from her and rubbed at his beard in contemplation. He shouldn’t have let you go anywhere alone.

I should’ve been there. The thought gripped him, deep in his gut. Guilt was an unfamiliar, uncomfortable feeling.

“We’re going to need help,” Donna said.

His bad mood took a turn for the worst. He glanced back at her.  

“What, the rest of the fucking Scooby gang?” he snarked.

“Or you can try going in alone, guns blazing,” she shrugged. Her sharpened gaze met his. “How fast do you think they’ll kill her, just to spite you?”

Ben’s jaw clenched. Donna leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms.

“Or worse. They’ll put you back in a box and ship you back to the Russians,” she said. Her snide smile had him clenching his teeth. “Either way, you’ll never see her again.”

With everything in his being, Ben wanted to fry this bitch to Kingdom Come.

“Get up,” he ordered. “Pack a bag. We’re leaving.”

Donna’s expression fell. “What?"

"You heard me!" he barked, grabbing her arm to pull Donna to her feet. "Get the fuck up."

She struggled against his grip. "Where’re we going?”

“To find those fucking Twins.”

They took her car, a tiny sedan. Evidently, the end of Payback hadn’t been good for Donna’s career. Arthur had told him that, irony of ironies, she now sang at a Soldier Boy tribute act at Voughtland to pay her bills. And as he’d seen earlier, she needed to pad her income in other ways.

She was driving them up to Vermont. It was going to take days, and Ben was already sick of her.

It was a small blessing when they stopped at a gas station in the nighttime. She gave him her credit card to buy some snacks for the road while she filled up the tank. (He took the keys with him as insurance that she wouldn't bolt with the car.)

He returned with a far bigger bag than she expected. She forgot what a human garbage disposal he could be. He tossed the card back at her.

“Your card’s maxed out, by the way,” he said.

She glared at him, but she endeavored to let it go with a sigh, raising a hand to her temple. How the fuck had this become her life?

To minimize being overheard, she stepped closer to him while the gas pump kept going on her car.

“Gunpowder is the easiest one to find next. Mindstorm’s probably hiding in a hole in the middle of the woods some-goddamn-where,” she said, keeping her voice down. She gave her unwanted companion a sly look. “Though I’m thinking you want Mindstorm to stay wherever he retired.”

It brought up an unsavory memory.

After the team turned on him, Mindstorm had been the one to lock his gaze on Ben. For a moment, his feet had been rooted to the ground while Mindstorm tried to shove him deep into his mind. It had given someone the opening to slip a mask of Novichok over his face. He suspected it had been Countess.

Now, Ben turned to her with a glare at her audacity.

“You know, for a massive cunt, you’ve got some brass balls,” he said dangerously. “How the fuck didn’t I see what a vindictive little snake you were from the beginning?”

Donna scoffed in derision.

“I’m vindictive? Says the cheating, lying, bastard,” she snapped.

“Oh, shut your hole. You knew what I was doing, and you didn’t give a shit,” he said with a glare. He leveled a finger at her. “You used me to get exactly what you fucking wanted. Fame, money, and all the perks that come with it.”

Her lips pursed, like she didn’t want to admit it. But if they were airing out dirty laundry, then she wasn’t pulling any more punches.

“Well, I wasn’t the only one. Was I?” she said. “Anyone who ever smiled at you, fawned over you, or sucked your dick was trying to get something from you. Or, they were scared of you. Because you’re a bully. A fucking monster. And sooner or later, Sirena won’t be able to stomach you anymore.”

The thin leash on his temper finally snapped. He reacted, reaching out to grab her by the throat. He was truly thinking about breaking her neck.

Donna choked for air and gripped his wrist. “Without me, you’ll have no one. Good…fucking…luck finding her.”

Ben was furious, but he battled it down, expelling a breath of frustration.

He released her. She coughed and gasped and stumbled a few feet away from him, glaring at him all the while through her fear.

When she was eventually able to stand again, she and Ben shared a look of mutual loathing, but also, of understanding.

It was an uneasy truce. For now.

You were quickly unraveling alone in the dark.

You felt the phantom cold of your old cell. No matter how you rubbed your arms through the leather of your supe suit, you couldn’t get warm. You released a shaky breath and swiped at your tears.

You missed Ben. He had to know by now that you were in trouble, but you didn’t know if he’d know how to find you. Or worse, if they found him first.

You steeled yourself and tried to calm your panic. You counted to thirty. Your eyes flit to every small detail of your cell that you could name: the small crack in the gray linoleum tile, the line of ants slowly creeping along the corner, the brittle wool blanket you were sitting on, laid over your cot.

When your breathing was steady, you tried to think. You didn’t know where you were, of course, but you could try to sense how big the building was.

You did something you rarely did. You cast your awareness outward as far as you could reach.

There were very few male energies, and you only picked up on a few scattered thoughts.

Until you found one. It felt…strong, but young. A kid?

Jesus Christ, what’re they doing in this place? you thought.

What…who’s there?

You heard the voice in your mind, small and afraid and lonely. Before you could answer him, the door of your cell opened to a few familiar faces.

There was an older man in a lab coat that you recognized, but you couldn’t place his name until you read his monogram. Vogelbaum. Followed by Stan Edgar and Black Noir, who came to stand behind you. You knew that if you made any wrong moves, Noir would kill you this time.

Quickly you read their energies as you observed them.

Vogelbaum gave off mild interest in you, but it felt clinical. Stan felt resigned and calculating as he took you in.

“For what it’s worth, I do wish it hadn’t come to this, Sirena,” Stan said. “We didn’t intend for you to get caught up our deal with Russia.”

He may have been telling the truth, but that didn’t mean you cared.

“You’re in the most secure lab we have,” he said, gesturing to your wall-to-wall cell without windows. “No one knows you’re here, and no one will find you.”

You smiled dryly. “So what do you want from me?”

“I want to know how you and Soldier Boy escaped the facility in Russia,” he said, gathering his hands behind his back.

What he really meant was, How did you escape? So we can make the next cell even more effective.

You leaned forward and spat at his shoes.

Black Noir grabbed you by the back of your neck and yanked you back. Your jaw clenched in anger, but you didn’t struggle. Even if you opened your mouth to sing, Noir would snap your neck before your powers had time to affect him.

Stan remained unaffected by your outburst, though he glanced down at his shoes.

“These are handmade Italian leather,” he remarked.

“Even if you find Ben, you’ll never be able to kill him,” you said tersely.

“We don’t need to kill him. Nor will we need to find him,” Stan said. “He’s already looking for you.”

Your eyes widened. Your heart swelled with both hope and dread, though you tried to hide it.

“We have a plan to neutralize him. Several, in fact,” he added, and spread his hands wide. “Until then…welcome home.”

Smug bastard. You glared back at him.

He left, along with Vogelbaum. Black Noir glanced back at you once, then he was gone.

The lights in your cell turned off, leaving you in darkness. You heaved a breath and couldn’t help the tears that found hot paths down your cheeks. You curled your knees up on the cot and held them to your chest.

You squeezed your eyes shut, as if you could pretend the room wasn’t pitch black. You focused your breathing, in and out, until your heartbeat began to slow down from its panic.

The kid, you remembered.

You licked your dry lips and tried casting your awareness out again. When you found the familiar energy from before, you reached out to him.

Hey, are you there? you prodded.

Who the hell are you?

It’s okay. Don’t be scared, you said, and you gave him your name. Are you locked up here?

Y-Yeah.

I’m sorry to hear that. I am too.

How can you be talking to me…in my head?

Well, it’s complicated, you admitted. It’s a new power I’m trying out, thanks to my time as a human test subject.

Something told you this kid knew the feeling.

What’s your name? you asked.

Um…John. I’m John.

  AN: 🤭 Oh, yeah, we're going there.

How did you like getting Ben's perspective on things? And his "forced" team up with Countess to find the rest of the cast of Payback. 😬 What could possibly go wrong?

Next Time: 

Ben hated to admit it (so he wouldn’t), but she had a point. It took him a minute to wrangle in his ire, taking deep breaths to try and calm the power inside him. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t.

This time, it actually did.

His hand fell back to his side, letting the younger man breathe freely.

“Let’s go.” Ben turned on his heel and headed out.

“Where, uh…where’re we going?” Charlie asked, rubbing his sore neck.

“Looks like we’re getting the team back together,” Ben said grimly.

He tilted his head.

“Well. What’s left of it.”

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Can you do a jey uso imagine where you both see who can last the longest without sex plz 🫠?

Seven Days Without Sex...

One Shot!

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Mia)

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; sex, fluff, masturbation

Summary: Main Event Jey Uso’s words on Gentlemen’s Podcast has him in hot water with his girlfriend. The rules of engagement are laid out as Mia and Jey have a battle of the wills. Can they make it seven days without sex!

Who will give in first, or will they make it seven days without sex. Hope you enjoy your request @mya2real 

Jey’s House

Atlanta, GA

Mia’s POV

“So what you sayin’ is you can go seven days no problem without sex,” I said as Jey shrugged his shoulders.

“Hell yea, I can do it easily,” he said as I scoffed at his attitude. “Really, Mr. I’m sending the jet to get you because I can’t spend another night not being inside you,” I mocked as he groaned.

“Fuck, it was true, I couldn’t wait to see yo’ fine ass.  Why you bringing up old shit?” he asked as I rolled my eyes. “Jey, it ain’t old shit, it was yesterday!” I said irritated as he laughed.

“Damn sho was, wasn’t it?” he replied as I got up and put on my robe.” I’m going to take a shower,” I huffed as he growled.

“I know you ain’t mad Mia, I didn’t hear yo’ ass complaining yesterday. You packed your shit wit a quickness and got yo’ fine ass on the Jet,” Jey said following me into the bathroom.

“I ain’t mad about that shit, because yo’ ass has caught many red-eye flights before you owned the jet. Don't even get me started on the all-night drives you used to make just to be up in this pussy for a couple minutes or a couple hours,” I said making it known he was just as whipped as me.

 “Babe, I never said that I didn’t, you know how we get down. I love that about us,” Jey started as I interrupted him.

“Don’t play wit me Jey, we crave each other. Stop fakin’ the funk like it’s one-sided to stroke your ego when you are doing interviews,” I said turning on the water.

“Look, I didn’t mean it like that, I don’t even remember what I said on that podcast. It’s a men’s deal where they discuss random shit and sex came up. I really don’t even remember what I said that could have made you mad,” Jey said as I frowned at him.

I began mocking Jey response to the host to refresh his memory.

“I know if me and my girl did the seven days without sex challenge I would win because she can’t resist me. I can make the call no matter where I am in the world, and she will get her ass on my personal jet and come handle business. She loves how I dick her down, end quote,” I said making quotations with my fingers as he sighed in frustration.

“What’s wrong wit what I said?  It’s true, men would kill for that shit and I can’t help but feel lucky, that you down for ya boy dat way,” he said as I threw up my hands it frustration, he wasn’t understanding.

“I actually ain’t mad about that, what irritates me is how you only told one side of the story and didn’t disclose how you do the same for me.

“Mia, I thought that it explained itself, I didn’t mean no harm baby,” Jey said as I saw him smirking.

"I’m not mad, I just think it would be fun for us to do the seven-day challenge to actually see who cracks first,” I said as his smirk finally left his face.  

“Uh, I don’t know about that. Come on Mia, we got a week before you go home. Do we really want to play this game for seven days,” Jey said as it was my time to smirk.

“Oh, I wanna play, I really think it would do us good to see who can last the longest without sex,” I said as I heard him grumble.

“Fuck, you are really serious?” Jey asked as I smiled at him. “What are the rules of engagement?” he asked as I smiled at his uneasiness.

 I can tell this was going to be fun teasing him these next couple of days to lose control.

“It’s easy, no sex, no oral, no kissing, but masturbation is allowed,” I said shrugging my shoulders as I saw Jey’s arm twitch.

“So, I can’t even kiss you, come on, that ain’t fair. You know it’s somethin’ bout dem kisses,” Jey said as I slowly walked up to him dropping my robe as he groaned.

“You are so evil, but I love yo’ ass,” he whispered as I smiled slightly biting my lip.  

“You could end all this baby, all you got do is take me,” I whispered seeing him lick his lips as I slowly turned and walked into the shower.

Yea, let the games begin.

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Survivor Series,

Allstate Arena, Chicago, IL

Day one

Early this morning we flew out for Survivor Series but thankfully Jey's bus was delivered to the building today so we wouldn't have to fly back.

I love how he is investing his money to take some one stress off of himself.

The other good news is after tonight we’re going back to Jey’s house in Atlanta. Raw is scheduled to take place in Atlanta so we will have three days of alone time and l I can’t wait.

 I have to put this plan into action quick because I go back to Pensacola in six days. There is no way I’m leaving here without being properly dicked down correctly, especially knowing they are about to do a UK tour.

Looking over this fly outfit Sandra put together for me is definitely going to assist me in teasing my boyfriend. Hell, he may cave tonight, one can hope right.

"So how did I do?" Sandra asked as I smiled brightly at her.

“You did the damn thang! Thank you, Sandra, I love it!” I exclaimed hugging WWE’s most amazing seamstress. She had made me a camo skirt to match Jey’s tights and cut up one of his new shirts for me.

“I know Jey is going to love you in this,” she said as I went into her little changing area to try on my skirt.

Looking in the mirror I found myself smiling. I knew he would love it as much as I did.

“Does the skirt need to be made longer?” she asked as I looked down at my exposed thick thighs Jey loved so much.

“No, it’s good, I really like it. Now ask me if I’m bending over with wild abandon tonight?” I said as she sighed.

 “Mia, are you planning to bend over with wild abandon tonight?” she asked as I smiled.

 “In the crowd no…Now on the bus tonight, I hope so,” I laughed as her jaw dropped in shock.

“Oh my god, ya’ll two are something else,” she said as I finished getting dressed.

"Let me make sure you good," she said as I came out to let her inspect her work as Jimmy came up with his jacket.

"Aye, how you doin’ Sandra, do you think you got time to fix this rip?" he asked as she glanced at him. "Yea, I got you, Jimmy, she said smoothing my skirt down.

“Damn Mia, you trying to give brother a heart attack ain’t you? I heard about the bet,” he said leaning over and giving me a hug.

“I’m even matching Jey down to the shoes,” I said proud of myself. “She’s looking for trouble is what she’s doin'. She knows teasing that man ain't gon' end good,” Sandra said as I smiled.

“It’s nothing I can’t handle, I promise,” I said as Jimmy smirked at me shaking his head.

“You know he ain’t letting you in the crowd like that without someone out there with you,” Jimmy said as I rolled my eyes.

“I’m gon’ watch in the crowd with Truth so I’ll be safe,” I said giving him a hug.

“By the way my money is on you, so you better win,” Jimmy whispered as I laughed before walking away.

“Bye Jimmy, and thanks for everything Sandra,” I said as Jimmy waved and gave his jacket to Sandra as she searched for her needle and thread.

“Enjoy the show, I’ll hit you up later,” she said as I continued my journey to Jey’s locker room.

Jey’s POV

“I should have kept my damn mouth shut and not said a word. Now I done got myself in some shit,” I muttered to myself as I laid back on the couch closing my eyes, trying to relax my mind. 

Last night was torture as I laid beside Mia and couldn’t dick her down. That was the point of flying her out so I could spend as much time as I could knee-deep up in dat pussy before this upcoming U.K. tour.

Hearing the door open, I knew it was her but kept my eyes closed as she shuffled around the room.

“Babe, you could have at least picked your stuff up off the floor,” she said as I opened my eyes, my breath hitched in my throat.

 In front of me, Mia was bent over and all I saw was ass, and those sexy plush lips I love to make love to with my mouth covered in blue lace.

She knows blue is one of my favorite colors to see on her and it's a lacy thong...Oh yea, she playin' dirty.

“Damn Mia,” I hissed, sitting up and grabbing her hips. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked casually like her pussy wasn’t drippin’ wet in my face begging me to reach out and claim it.

I fought to maintain control and remember the bet.

 “You fuckin’ know what’s wrong wit me,” I hissed swiftly moving her out of the way.

“What’s wrong Josh,” she said dramatically turning around and looking at me as my dick strained painfully against my tights.

Fuck, I needed relief and quick as she looked at me innocently.

 “Damn, that’s all it took baby?” she whispered as I licked my lips seeing her whole outfit for the show tonight.

 “You know that’s all it takes when it’s you,” I moaned, tempted to touch her as she adjusted her shirt.

“I wanted to surprise you, we’re matching baby,” she said as I grabbed the bottom of her shit pulling her to me. The gasp that fell from her lips as our bodies touched made my dick jump in anticipation.

“I see and I love it, you look so sexy,” I praised as she moaned. “How much do you like it?” She asked caressing my face as I caressed her hips innocently, our lips almost touching as I teasingly changed course, burying my face in her neck and inhaling her intoxicating scent.

“What are you doin' Jey?” she asked as her body trembled against mine as I teased her.

Mia’s POV

Fuck, he knew how sensitive I was to his touch, and he thrived on it. The minute he pulled me to him, I wanted to fuck his brains out.  

“I bet you wet as fuck and I ain’t even touched you yet, but I got you, baby. I can calm dat ache you feelin’ Mia," he declared as I tried to calm my breathing.  “You can baby?” I questioned as he nodded.

“Yea, I can baby, and all you gotta do is give in to me,” he whispered against my ear as I shivered against him in anticipation.

I couldn't help but Imagine how good it would feel to give in to him and let him take me. Stay strong Mia, don’t give in.

I continued to struggle to catch my breath as I felt his dick pressed against me, begging to be touched.

“Just touch me, Mia,” he whispered, his words snapping me out of the spell he had me under.

 Nah, you ain’t getting me today, this is war, Mr. Fatu.

 “I can touch you baby, but you need to say I win,” I said as I innocently removed his hand from my waist and slid up against him as he hissed.

 “Shit, you playin' dirty rubbin' all up on me, knowin' I need some help” Jey whispered pointing to his huge bulging erection as I smirked at him.

“I ain’t did nothing, baby,” I said walking away to take a seat on the other couch acting unbothered, but inside I was screaming. The whole interaction was so innocent but so fucking hot at the same time.

“Damn, I need to take a cold shower and calm down,” I heard him mutter as I smirked. “Daddy you ain’t gotta calm down, you can come lose control all in this pussy. She misses you so much,” I purred spreading my legs wide, my blue lace thong on display as Jey growled readjusting himself in his pants.

“I promise you when this is over, I’ma demolish dat pussy and yo’ ass ain’t gone be able to walk for a week. I’ma fuck dat pussy so good it’s gon’ cream every single time you think about me,” Jey declared as I shivered at the thought.

“Damn, I can’t wait,” I whispered blowing him a kiss as he stalked into the bathroom as I laughed.

“First rule of war, never underestimate your opponent, Mr. Fatu,” I muttered.

Yea, it won’t be long, by day three it’s a wrap.

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Jey’s House

Atlanta, GA

Mia’s POV

Day Two

Day two and I'm losing it, I almost jumped him in the shower this morning. Opening the refrigerator door I sighed. Bless his heart, he is rarely home and his fridge shows it, practically bare.

Heading back upstairs I knew I had to wake him and I hated it because he really needed his rest.

“Jey, we need to get some groceries, I’m hungry and it’s lunchtime babe,” I said walking into the bedroom, a strangled moan escaped my lips as I saw Jey sprawled out on the bed naked with a smile.

It’s a trap Mia, abort mission! Do you hear me, girl?  Abort mission, just say no to the dick.

“Baby, we ain’t gotta go shoppin’ right now. Daddy got yo’ lunch right here,” Jey moaned slowly stoking his dick as I felt my thighs clench.

“Oh, you motherfucka,” I whispered, his eyes never leaving mine.

“What, I was just up here waiting on you to come get yo’ lunch,” Jey groaned never stopping his strokes.

 “I think you trying to trick me,” I countered walking slowly towards him, watching him in wonder as my pussy was getting wetter by the second.

“I ain’t tryin’ to trick you. You can do what you want wit me, I’m yours to use Mia,” Jey moaned as I bite my lip, his knowing smirk rendering me speechless. He was playing dirty, and I loved it.

  “I think you want to sit on Daddy’s dick and ride him real good, don’t you? Come on Mia, Daddy won’t bite, I promise,” he whispered, his strokes deliberate.

Slowly I crawled to him, his hand movements and moans were becoming more urgent, as our eyes remained focused on each other.

“Does it feel good baby?” I purred knowing exactly what I was doing and so did he. This was a battle of the wills and we both were losing.

“Hell yea, but it could feel even better, but you playin’. You know you want dis dick,” Jey whispered against my ear as I felt myself about to explode just from his words as I clenched my thighs tight.

Don’t give in Mia, stay strong you got a point to prove.

“Just hop on Mia and ride Daddy like the good girl you are,” he groaned as I bit back a moan.

“That’s what you want me to do Daddy?” I purred as our eyes met again. “Hell yea, just ride dat shit like only you can,” he moaned as I placed my hand over his, helping him, knowing he was close to his end.

“Mmhm, fuck yea, help me out,” he panted, his eyes now closed in pleasure.

 In a last-ditch effort, I decided to shoot my shot to end this game.  “Mmm, give in Jey…Please Daddy,” I moaned against his ear, as an animalistic growl fell from his lips.

Quickly I found myself on my back as Jey kneeled between my legs, rubbing his dick against my clit. The sensation was so strong I almost came from the excitement.

"Jey, please, just give in'" I whimpered wanting him to sink inside me as far as he could.

“Mmhm,you feel dat shit don't you? It’s all for you, just say I win, and I’ll make you nut so good, I promise,” Jey moaned as I whimpered in need.

“You know what you need to do then? Just tell me that I win and just slide right in baby. She’s so wet and misses you,” I groaned feeling him close to his breaking point.

“Fuck! Mmm, not yet…Unless you givin’ in,” he taunted, continuing his torture of us both. My body was betraying my mind as he took pleasure in my sweet torture as his dick masterfully played with my clit.

“You gon’ give in to me Mia, one way or another, now cum, Jey groaned as I fell apart underneath him.

“Yea, dats it, this my pussy and don’t you forget it. I love how she cum when Daddy tell her too,” he declared as he joined me on the trip of absolute pleasure.

“This is not fair Josh; just quit,” I whimpered still feeling the ripples of my orgasm as Jey smirked at me.

“Damn, that was a first for us. That shit was hot as hell, I’m having fun now,” Jey said winking at me as he walked into the bathroom.

Damn, he’s good," I muttered relaxing on the bed. Lord, it’s only day two. Mia, you can do this, hang on in there.

Rule number two in war.. Never….Ever.. Underestimate your opponent.

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Jey’s House

Atlanta, GA

Jey’s POV

Day Three

Day three and I’m horny, paranoid, and hearing Mia moans in my damn sleep. The sexiest moan ever known to man, I swear this game is bout to be over. I can’t take much more of this shit.

 I felt Mia moving beside me as the bed slightly rocked “Jey, you feel so good” I heard her moan, my eyes snapped open as I turned to look at her.

It wasn’t a dream, it was cruel and unusual punishment up in this motherfucka as I watched her perfect body writhing beside me as she chased her orgasm.

Mia was blissfully unaware that I was awake, her eyes closed as she pleasured herself.

Hearing a slight buzzing noise, I realized she was using her rose, I had surprised her with it when she got here the other day and we hadn't had a chance to use it.  

“Mmm, baby right there,” Mia moaned as I growled beside her as she opened her eyes, looking shyly at me as I caressed her face.

 “Yeaa, it feels good don’t it?” I moaned as she nodded unable to speak. “Good, don’t you fuckin’ stop either, keep goin’. You gon’ soak this fuckin’ bed do you hear me?” I declared as she whimpered beside me.  

“Yea, Daddy’s up now, and he wants to watch. You so beautiful,” I whispered as she gasped in pleasure.

“Yes, Daddy, anything you want,” she moaned, moving her hips against her toy as it took her to new heights.

I could hear the wetness, licking my lips I knew I was moments away from losing it. I knew the question I wanted to ask would be my breaking point, but I had to know.

“Mia, is that toy makin’ my pussy cum as good as I can?” I whispered honestly curious.

“Mmm, It’s close, but nothing like you!” she exclaimed as the sounds on the little rose-shaped toy intensified. She had turned up the speed, fuck, that's it, game over.

 I had to have her as I saw her hand trembling trying to hold the toy in place. Crawling between her legs, I moved her hand and took control.

“Jey! Wait, oh my God, baby!” She screamed as I held it over her clit, excited to witness what was about to happen.

“Yeaaa, Jey's here now baby, enjoy yo’self. You deserve it,” I praised as I watched in pleasure how her body was responding.

The sounds of the toy drowning in her wetness clouded not only my thoughts but my vision.

 leaning down, I claimed her lips in a kiss catching her off guard as she gasped in pleasure. “You win baby,” I whispered as she moaned against my lips in satisfaction as I slid into my home.

That was what she was to me, home. “We both win baby,” she gasped. "Damn right, we do,” I declared as she wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, drawing me closer to her.

Pressed tightly against her, I began to thrust long and deep with one hand still masterfully placed on the rose, as her body trembled with need as I reclaimed her.

Mia’s POV

I have never felt more on edge, and alive in this moment as I began grinding my hips against Jey and the rose, feeling a huge release approaching.

“I got you, Mia, let it go. Let it all go for Daddy,” Jey encouraged as he began sucking greedily on my neck. His thrusts going deeper and harder each time, setting my body on fire.

“Jey! I…I.. Fuck! I love you!” I exclaimed as my orgasm took over “I love you too, yea,dats it, Mia. Gush all on dat dick. Fuck you feel so good,” Jey moaned biting my neck as I continued to fall apart in his arms.

“It’s just for you,” I whimpered as he grasped my neck, snaking his tongue around my lips before taking me in a possessive kiss.

The rose long forgotten as he tossed it off the bed, his long deep strokes sending me into another orgasm.

“Fuck! You are such a good girl, damn.  Just squirtin' for Daddy and he didn't even have to ask you too,” Jey praised as my essence soaked the sheets. 

His grip slightly tightening around my neck as his thrusts become even more powerful. “Baby! Mmhm baby!" I shrieked as he smirked against my lips.

 I felt him become even harder as his thrusts became more wild.

“Yea, you feel dat shit don’t you?.. Uh-huh, you got my shit all rocked up and hard as fuck. Now make me cum Mia,” Jey challenged as he skillfully rolled us over with me now on top.

Oh! Fuck! Yes!,” I exclaimed at the new position and angle as I began riding his dick hard.

Happy about the new mission he gave me, I planted my feet on the bed and put my good knees to work as I rode his dick my hands planted on his stomach for leverage.

“Damn, you got them good knees, fuck! You betta do dat shit,” Jey praised as my pussy clenched around him as I bounced with wild abandon enjoying the powerful ride myself.

Jey’s growls and moans made me feel like the most powerful woman in the world.

“Shit, you ridin’ dat dick, Yea, show me how you love dat shit,” Jey said slapping me on the ass now meeting my thrusts.

Leaning over, now on my knees riding him, I grasped his neck gently kissing him before moving my kisses to his neck.

A powerful moan escaped his lips as I felt his arms pulling me close.

“Cum for me, Daddy,” I whispered nibbling on his ear as Jey moaned grabbing my face as our passion-filled eyes met.

Our pleasure reached even newer heights as we breathed and moved in sync. “I love you, Mia," he declared, reclaiming my lips as we both came together in ecstasy.

I love you too Jey,” I whimpered against his mouth as we rode the wave together, totally spent as I collapsed beside him in exhaustion as he held me close.

“Damn, you won girl,” he said as I laughed. “Nah, we both won,” I reassured him as I kissed him. “These last three days been torture,” he sighed as I nodded in agreement.  

“You gotta admit it was kinda fun,” I said as he laughed “Yea, it was, but you play dirty,” Jey said as I rolled my eyes at him. “So do you, so we’re even,” I said as we shared a chaste kiss on the lips.

“What’s wrong with you? I asked almost anxious to know what devious plan was cooking in his head as I saw the smirk on his face.

“Just know when we get this nap in I got some unfinished business to handle,” he said caressing my pussy as I gasped in pleasure. “Jey, seriously you play too much,” I whined as he smirked.

"Oh, yea, I ain't forgot, I’ma demolish dat pussy and yo’ ass ain’t gone be able to walk for a week so get ready,” Jey declared as I gulped.

He was gon’ make it hurt so good and I can’t wait.

The end

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Pretty in Pink!

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Chapter 3

Masterlist!

♡The chapter no one asked for 😍✌️ Lmao sorry Im writing another bc i love it, sorry for not posting much i have been so busy 😭 tbh Y/n reminds me of the queen of hearts AGED UP!

"Kenny you have such pretty eyes!!" Y/n cooed, brushing his hair out of his face. "I know, I could be a model" He joked, giving in to the affection. Wendy watched the scene play out, Jealous of all the attention she gets. Poor Y/n must hate all the attention, she'd need someone to take her place one day, Someone who can handle the pressure of being perfect.... Someone like Wendy. I mean it would take a while for Wendy to get to Y/n's standards, plus Y/n might not want to be replaced just yet. Even if its for the best to protect precious Y/n.

"Wendy? Hun you okay? You have been so quiet today-" "Stan wants to break up." Wendy interupted, Y/n looking taken a back. "Oh girl, I'm so sorry, He's a douche, We dont need him right? How about a girls night? No silly party or anything, just us?" Y/n cooed, Wendy taking notice on how she said 'We' like it was also her problem, how considerate of her. "Yayyy Can i come?" Kenny grinned playing with a strand of Y/n's hair. "NO!" Bebe choked, suddenly clinging on to Y/n's arm, "Ahem- No, its a girls night"Bebe corrected herself as Y/n smiled, looking at Kenny.

"Wendy? Wendy please I really need to talk to you" Stan appeared, Literally scaring the shit out of everyone. Y/n frowned, "Stan she doesn't want to talk to you right no-" Stan looking a bit shocked by Y/n's reaction, Wendy interupting her, "Y/n I think I need to sort this out now." She smiled apologeticly at Y/n, before leaving with Stan.

"I always try help that girl and it gets me nowhere. Ugh im just so sick of doing everything for everyone. You know how much I do for people Kenny, And all i get is an awkward smile now and again." Y/n pouts laying into him, "Y/n If you were mine I'd treat you well" Kenny flirts, brushing her hair out of her face, as Bebe fake gags "Eww guys get a room!!!!" Bebe whines stomping her feet. "Bebe you are so cute, guys come on lets go to class" Y/n laughs as she gets up from Kenny's warm embrace, the others following on behind her.

"KYLE!!!! I HAVENT SEEN YOU IN AGES OH MY GODDD" Y/n beams, running up to sit by Kyle, "You saw me yesterday." He shifts away from her, voice laced with a slight anger. Y/n frowns "Kyle baby!!! Are you okay whats the matter??" She clings onto his arm "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST Y/N LEAVE ME ALONE!" Kyle shouts at her, banging his fists on the table and moving to sit futher away from Y/n, Her eyes pounding with anger, How dare he? Who the fuck does he think he is. Someone has to teach him a lesson, Nobody treats Y/n like that absolutely no one-

"Hey guys I'm back" Wendy chirps, seeming to be in a better mood, Stan standing at the doorway sending Y/n a sweet smile and a 'can we pleaseeee talk' look. Her giving a fowl one back. "Wendy I missed you!!! Come sit by meeee" "Hey wait i wanna sit buy you" "No i do!!!!" Complaints from both Kenny and Bebe were heard, "Guys Wendys just been through a breakup, let her sit by me!" Y/n smirked, as if sitting with her were a reward. They both accepted and sat down behind Y/n, "Anything happen while I were gone?" Wendy smiled, Y/n, Kenny and Bebe shot glares at Wendy, her not knowing what she did wrong, Bebe and Kenny a bit too scared to mention what happened before with Kyle, Wendy taking the hint by their scared looks.

"Nothing happened Wendy." Said Y/n, a blank tone and expression on her face, That quickly changing while she spoke again, "Enough of that, boring stuff. What happened with you!!" Y/n beamed, leaning into Wendy more, "Well, Me and Stan have decided to be friends, I think we both have our eye on someone else at the minute!" Wendy smiled, now she was finally able to have Y/n to herself. No fighting with her boyfriend over her anymore!

"Yayyyy girls night!!!!" Bebe cheered, "No actually I'm thinking we throw a party, show everyone your available plus Kenny can come then!!" Y/n chirped, Bebe looking a bit disappointed. I mean little did Wendy know it would take alot more than breaking up with Stan for her to have Y/n, Bebe also had her eye on her, What does Wendy expect Y/n Is Perfect.

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[witchofsparkles]

Soap groaned in front of the mirror while scrubbing his bloody face with a dampaned rag because washing it with handful of water would make his bathroom look like a murder scene. Which he just came from. And he wasn’t in the mood for more of it.

This time the mission was especially bloodier. Merchaneries popping out of everywhere and bullets flying, only the glint of a very fast knife seen and gurgling voices mixed with screams. They successfully obtained the data they went for, but the cost of it was more nightmares and horror – like always.

After freeing his face from dirt and blood, Soap showered before treating the small cuts on his face and the bullet graze on his left bicep which the meds told him to care for. Soap was already out of the infirmary when he didn’t hear anything about his life being in danger and run for the comfort of his room instead. He could care for it in solitude of the four walls of his bathroom.

He left the shower with a sour mood, nothing he would do now were to solve his post-duty problem. Not before sleeping like a dead man in a coffin for at least 8 hours. With that in mind, he mindlessly stepped towards to the mirror again, to see his face. But he had to bit down on his lips to stop himself from screaming his head off and probably gather every soldier on the base with guns ready in his room. Between the foggy surface of his mirror and the reflection of his face, he could’ve sweared he saw someone else. It was a faint shadow of a white skull, with very alive and brown eyes. When Soap blinked, it was gone.

“I’m losing it this time, ain’t I?” Soap took a step back from the mirror but his hands were gripping the sink like it was the reason why his life was a miserable mess and his brain was going out of it. “What the fuck?”

After the jump scare of his life, Soap intented to act as if nothing happened and he cleaned his injuries before going to bed. But everytime he closed his eyes, a pair of brown eyes were looking at him througha skull -a skull probably belonged to a very, very dead man. Soap shook his head and sighed into his pillow. If he were not to sleep in twenty minutes maximum, everybody in the base were gonna be in need of a psych eval because Soap was about to start making his own problems everybody’s bussiness.

At the morning, Soap run into Gaz. Gaz eyed him like he saw a ghost. “Man, what the hell? You gonna carry groceries in those bags under your eyes?”

Soap, who couldn’t sleep because of a mind so fucked up that kept showing him skulls and eyes and blood and everything bad, felt his eyebrow twitching. “No, it’s for your dead body if you don’t shut up and let me eat in peace and silence.”

Gaz made him a face while sitting across the table and put his tray on it. “I mean, we all had hell of a fight yesterday but it’s nothing new after 5 years in it and I sure hell am not looking like a mad scientist. And this is probably the first time you wanted peace and silence. Did something happen?”

Soap sighed into his breakfast. He didn’t know why a simple illusion threw him off like that. It was just for a millisecond and his mind was most llikely playing him games after a long day of fighting for his life. But something in that millisecond was keeping his mind busy and his heart heavy. After the first shock of a seeing… ‘someone’ in his mirror, that fear changed into discomfort. Like he had to do something but he couldn’t and it kept him awake at night. He was feeling very dumb for it. Also saying shit like ‘I saw someone in my mirror last night’ in army was a sure way of kicked out.

“Nothing happened. Just tired. Couldn’t sleep.” Gaz didn’t buy it, Soap could see but he couldn’t care less. Before any of them even breathed, they heard Price’s call for them. “Soap, Gaz. Follow me.”

Soap’s mind was occupied but he finally finished what Price wanted –paperwork. And more paperwork. He was actually glad for it, he finally let his thoughts scatter around and picked them up back when he was done. Soap gathered the papers and head for the door but something on the window stopped him. He faced the window, the sun was setting and the orange sky was reflecting on the glass. But it was not the scenery that caused him to stop and look. It was something on the glass -someone. That same face he saw the night before on his mirror was there again and this time he actually stared at it. Then the image disappeared like it came, in no more than a second he was looking at an ordinary window again. Soap’s fists was clenched around the papers. This time the face was there longer than before and he actually stared at the skull. Hell, they locked eyes. In his brain, there was a war going on now: He was seeing things because he was going mad or he was seeing things… because. And he didn’t know which one was worse.

Soap went straight for the bed after that, didn’t even waved back to his friends. His mind was somewhere else and his eyes were unfocused, he only realized he was back at his room when he reached to the door. He muttered to himself. “What is my problem?”

“Me?”

[writergirlll]

One more time..i love you (Rafe Cameron)

I just thought of this out of the blue and writing the ending totally destroyed me..Otherwise I hope you enjoy reading!

(warning: Season 3 spoilers!)

SUMMARY: You're a Pogue by birth. However, you recently started dating the Kook Prince - Rafe Cameron. Everything was fine until you and your friends got involved in things you shouldn't have and you disappeared. And now, Rafe has no choice but to go to the Pogues and ask them for help.

|RAFE POV|

It's the exact day that y/n ignores all my phone calls. Normally, if we had a fight I wouldn't care because he always needs time to calm down, but this time is different.

I have written her over 55 texts, and she has at least 100 missed calls, half of which are on voicemail. I was even at her house, but there was no one there at all. The last time I saw her was yesterday morning when she was leaving Tannihill, as she was spending the night at my place, but the last message I got from her was last night. At 11 at night she texted me;

Hi Rafey. I think I'll be out of the Outer Banks for a while, so don't worry about me. I have a few things to take care of and stuff. Tell it John B and the others too. I love uuu.

I knew they were up to something with the fucking Pogues, and for a while different people wanted to kill them, but if they did something her..

The message seemed very strange to me, like absolutely. Y/n never wrote like that. In the whole year we've been together, she hasn't written me a message saying hello or saying I love you at the end, when we both know it very well. So I have no choice but to find out what they got into and if the Pogues know anything more about her.

“Hey bro are you even listening to me?” Barry groaned across from me snapping me out of my thoughts.

,,What? No, of course not. Do you think anyone could really do anything to her?" I asked him, grabbing a bottle of beer and getting to my feet. Barry watched me closely before snorting.

"Calm down. Probably just hang out with her weird dad somewhere and fuck together. Anyway, she wrote to you that she's fine" he said and my face turned red with rage. Y/n had a very weird dad who was perpetually drunk. He was just like the old Maybank, but he would never fuck her. And neither does she with him.

"Shut the fuck up, okay?" You don't know anything about her family or her so don't say that shit"! I raised my voice at him and walked closer to him. Barry stood up and held both of his hands up.

"Bro, I meant it as a joke. I know what Y/n is like and what I said was bullshit. So take it easy, okay?" he said and I nodded.

"I have to for Pogues. If they don't know anything about her. Are you riding too?" I asked, walking away from Barry and putting on my helmet.

Barry raised an eyebrow at me and pointed to himself. "And what would I do there? A drug dealer on his way to save your damn girl huh” he chuckled and shook his head.

"Fine, whatever" I rolled my eyes, got on the bike and headed to John B. They could probably all be there. I hope..

--

After a few minutes of walking, wondering what could be wrong with Y/n, I finally made it to the cottage where John B lives. And as I assumed, everyone was on the porch.

I stopped, took off my helmet and got off the bike as all their eyes shifted to me. Pope immediately came out with JJ in tow with angry faces and clenched fists.

I put my helmet on the handlebars and raised my hands in the air. "I come in peace. I just want to talk" I said and went straight to them. "Not that I want to" I mumbled to myself and walked out onto the porch between them.

"What do you want here? Y/n isn't here" Kiara frowned at me and I returned the expression.

"That's the problem. She's not here, She's not with me, and She's not at home either. I called her several times but she didn't pick up a single call. She just sent me a weird message" I explained eagerly hoping they would know where her is.

"And you're telling us why?" Pope didn't understand and I rolled my eyes before clutching my head.

"What did you get yourself into huh? John, I know your father is alive and that you're looking for something, but I fucking swear that if anything happened to her because of you—”

"We didn't do anything to her. Today I agreed to come here for something, but she didn't come. We thought she was with you" Cleo said calmly and looked at the others.

"Well, she's obviously not," I whispered and leaned against the frame where the stairs started.

"Do you think he might do something to her-"

“Who?” I interrupted John B quickly and looked around for the others.

"Look, we really don't want to tell you what we're doing, what we're looking for, and why Big John is alive. We don't even know how the hell you know" JJ waved his hands around and looked at me with a stony expression.

"I know, okay? I don't want to be here either, but if you don't tell me who the hell could do what to her, I swear I will do something to you" I glared at them and John sighed.

"Dad will kill me for this... We're looking for El Dorado. Golden city. My dad, who is alive, has been looking for him for a very long time, but now they have kidnapped him to South America to translate some statue for them, and if he doesn't, they kills him. But I have no idea how it could be related to Y/n”.

"Who kidnapped him?" I wondered and raised my eyebrows.

"Carlos Singh" only my sister said, which I hadn't noticed until now.

,,Yeah. When Singh locked Kiara and I in his place he said something about you having some kind of journal that could lead him to El Dorado” I remembered and the others nodded.

"But Singh stole the diary, but then we got it back. But he somehow knew that my dad had both halves of some statue that if you put them in the right place at the right time, they would show you the way for gold" said John B. ,,And that's why he took my dad to know exactly where to put the statue. But I don't know how that relates to Y/n".

“Couldn't he have taken her too?” I asked and Sarah shook her head.

"I don't think so. What good would Y/n be to him who won't translate the convention"?

"Sarah is right. If Y/n was hurt by someone it won't be Singh" JJ chimed in and I was slowly losing hope of finding out what was wrong with her.

"FUCK"! I yelled and kicked the beam by the stairs. If someone did something to her, I won't find out. The others cringed a bit at my little outburst. "Are you going to help me find her or are you just going to stare" I said angrily looking at them.

"First show us the message she sent you" Cleo said, determined to find out what happened to Y/n.

I pulled out my phone and showed the message I got at 11 at night. "She didn't write that," Kie said, shaking her head when she read the message.

"I know that too. But I have no idea where it could be" I said, getting more and more nervous again.

"Rafe, we'll find her just-"

"Hey guys! I got a message from Y/n!” Pope shouted, interrupting Sarah.

I immediately rushed to his cell phone and snatched it from his hand.

"Hey Pope. I'm fine, I'm on the west dock in the harbor right now. Please tell Rafe to go get me, he can't be reached" I read aloud and checked my phone to see if she had called me. But no missed calls.

"That's weird. Why is she in the west dock of the harbor?" Kie frowned and looked at me. "She called you"?

"No".

"In that message it is written that you cannot be contacted".

"I know, but she didn't call me" I said and started to lose my patience. "I'm going there. Maybe she really will be there" I said and started to the motorcycle.

"Rafe, it's a trap! Y/n is definitely not there. She didn't write this!" they started shouting at me and I turned to them angrily.

,,No? What if it does? What if they have her and if we don't come they will do something to her huh"?

Everyone was quiet so I turned around again. "Why did I come to see you?" I muttered to myself even though I knew the others could hear it very well.

"Rafe...wait" Sarah said and I stopped once more. "Twinkey is much faster than your motorbike and if something goes wrong we'll be there too. Come with us" she suggested.

"Fine" I said, heading towards Twinkey with all the Pogues.

--

It only took a few minutes to get to the west dock in the harbor. John B parked the Twinkey on the side and I immediately jumped out of the car. Not only because of Y/n but also because of JJ's constant nagging.

I walked down a few steps that led to the water and looked around. There were only a few ships around, most of which I knew. Except for one..

|Y/N POV|

"Do you think your friends are really that stupid to come? Or at least your Rafe?'' the man in front of me laughed and knelt down.

I wanted to say something to him, run away or spit in his face, but I couldn't do any of that.

Yesterday morning, when I was leaving Rafe's house, a guy stopped me. He asked me something and when I didn't want to answer him, he dragged me into the car...and so here I am. All I recognized was that I was on the Cameron ship. I don't see anymore..

I have no idea who this guy and the other men here on the ship are, what they want, and why they have me. In short, I don't know anything at all.

As soon as they brought me here, they tied me to some post inside the ship and sealed my mouth. My hands were tied and they only untied them when they forced me to write a message to Rafe saying I was fine. And today message for Pope.

The man in front of me took his big hand and caressed my face where I had bruises everywhere. And unfortunately, the bruises weren't just on my face... My entire exposed stomach (since I was only wearing jean shorts and a swimsuit top) was covered in bruises and dried blood.

I started nodding my head trying to get his hand to leave my face, but it only got worse. He grabbed my chin and held it. Tears were rolling down my face like they had been for most of last night.

,,Sir? It looks like they've already arrived" said another man from the room next door and the one across from him smiled. "Well you see they finally came" he said and let go of my chin.

He untied my hands, grabbed my shoulders and lifted me off the ground. I hissed at the movement as all my existing bruises only stretched. My legs barely served me because I hadn't stood on them for almost two days.

The man pulled me forward until we were at the front of the ship overlooking the entire harbor. No one was there..except John, Sarah, Pope, Cleo, JJ and..Rafe.

No..he will kill them...

Everyone seemed to notice us as Rafe lunged forward but was stopped by the others. They walked slowly towards us with their hands up as several men on the ship pointed pistols at them.

I tried to yell, I tried so hard to keep them from going on the ship, or any closer to it, but all that came out from behind the duct tape on my mouth was a screaming mumble. "Shut up you bitch" the man growled in my ear and then looked at the others in front of us.

"Come to the ship, friends. We'll talk. Something for something" he smiled again but the others shook their heads.

“Let Y/n go first. Then we'll talk" Rafe said firmly and stepped forward.

“Oh it's so cute how you two love each other. I wonder what you would do without each other..” he said and pulled out a gun next to my side.

The pistol was aimed directly at my head. "No, no, no!" I tried to scream and after a few good opening of my mouth, the tape came off. "Don't hurt her" Rafe said determinedly, making eye contact with me for a brief moment before his gaze drifted to my stomach. Gradually, others did as well. Everyone caught their breath for a moment before the guy next to me spoke again.

"I won't hurt her. If you go to the ship. Only you. I'm promise" he said sternly and Rafe nodded. Sarah and John B tried to stop him but to no avail. Rafe was determined to save me obviously.

"Rafe no" I said with tears still flowing but he continued on his way until he was standing right in front of us on the boat.

"Hey guys"! the man next to me whistled on his fingers. "Watch out for those down on the ground. I hear they can be pretty resourceful" he said, the guys nodded and followed the others down with pistols in hand.

"Who the hell are you?" Rafe asked angrily, glancing between the guy and me.

The man laughed again. He just keeps laughing... "I don't think that's important. Your father knows very well who I am. He completely ruined my life. He took everything I had. And now it's his turn. He already lost his daughter..not you yet. I didn't mean to hurt Y/n. She was just a hostage to get you around. Which I did..but now that she's here, she'll have to watch the whole thing..” the guy said and the gun from my head was pointed at Rafe's chest.

My breath caught. "No!" I screamed, but it was too late..

A loud gunshot rang out and Rafe..was falling to the ground. The man who fired the shot let go of me and went a little further. "And you bastards" he laughed cruelly and watched the bleeding Rafe.

"No no no no" I opened my mouth and pressed my hand to them. My eyes, which were full of tears until now, became even more swollen, as if they were about to burst. My face turned red and I took a step forward.

I dropped to my knees next to Rafe and looked at him. Rafe looked at me with the last of his strength and smiled slightly. "I love you" he whispered.

I shook my head and grabbed his hand. I put pressure on his bleeding wound with my other hand and tried to reduce the bleeding. "Rafe just.. - just breathe. It will be fine.. Yo- You're going to be okay" I cried next to his head trying to catch my breath myself.

The guys standing around the others walked away from them along with the guy who shot Rafe, causing the others to rush forward. Sarah and Kie grabbed my shoulders and gently pushed me away from Rafe while John B, JJ and Pope tried to stop the bleeding from Rafe's chest.

They put pressure on his wound and Rafe hissed in excruciating pain. "Call an ambulance!" JJ yelled and Kie immediately grabbed her cell phone and dialed the number for an ambulance.

"Come here..yeah. Good. We're waiting" Kiara said into her cell phone before turning it off. "They'll be here in five minutes" she breathed.

But all I heard was Rafe sputtering. The whole world around me seemed to stop and all I could see was Rafe dying..his eyes slowly but surely glazed over as Pope slapped his face to stay awake.

“Y/n” Rafe breathed out and slowly turned his head towards me.

,,Yeah? I'm here..everything will be fine" I smiled slightly despite my constant sobs.

"One more time...I love you" he said and with that his eyes closed.

"Rafe? Rafe! RAFE open your eyes..open them please. Please Rafe. Please" I cried as John B and JJ slowly stopped pushing on his wound. His hand slipped from mine and his heart stopped beating..

PART 2? !!💔😭

I will be glad for any comment or opinion!

[autisticlancemcclain]

Keith blinks.

It was — it had been right there.

Right?

He squeezes his eyes shut, thinking back. No, it had been. He’s sure of it. It had been on the hangar right next to his fancy schmancy Altean suit, which was the worst thing in the world and something he avoided at any and all costs. (One frequent cost, for example, being his dignity. Take last week. The team was tasked to attend some stuffy gala, and the formalwear was non negotiable. No chance of wearing his armour instead. Well, there was no chance of Keith wearing that stupid fucking suit, so he’d had the wonderful idea to fake a case of intense diarrhea so he could skip the gala entirely. He was real proud of that excuse, too, until the self-appointed Garrison Trio started giggling to themselves, and he’d realized — too late — that he’d taken a pretty large L.)

Forcing his brain back to the problem at hand — truly a herculean effort — he glares at the closet and all its contents harder. Maybe he’d somehow misremembered? He flicks through each of the garments in his closet, one by one, but he still doesn’t see it. Confused and a little frustrated, he starts throwing shit out of his closet on into his bed, wondering if it’s somehow hidden by the other clothes.

Nothing.

Fully annoyed, now, he starts digging through his dresser drawers, wondering if he had somehow completely misplaced it, but nothing turns up. He throws his hands up in indignation, finally giving up on the apparently fruitless search.

His favourite flannel! Missing!

Scowling, Keith shrugs on a random black shirt. He glances around the piles of clothing strewn about his room, and decides it’s not a problem for Current Keith, and Future Keith can handle it.

He makes his surly way down to the common room, as was his original intention, just…colder. (Does he have other flannel shirts he could wear? Yeah. But he wants his blue flannel today. His fancy flannel. His favourite flannel. So he will suffer until damn well finds it, because no other flannel is going to cut it now that he has his mind set on the one he wants.)

Hmph.

As he walks, he toys with the idea that perhaps someone else knows where his flannel is. Maybe he left it around, somewhere, and someone picked it up? He tends to be forgetful, so it’s very possible. Maybe he left it in the kitchen when he was helping Hunk bake last week? (‘Helping’ being the operative word. He was sitting on the counter and bitching about various things that had pissed him off that week, because Hunk has forbidden him from touching anything kitchen related — you blow up one damn spaghetti pot and you get a lifetime ban, so unfair — but Hunk is also insatiable for any form of drama.) Or maybe he left it in Pidge’s workroom, when he was handing her tools a couple days ago. Or maybe he left it in the training room when he was sparring with Allura and Shiro yesterday?

Man, but he was so fucking sure he saw it in his closet!

He walks into the common room with a scowl that could turn air to stone, admittedly stomping a little.

“Hey, Keith,” Hunk greets absentmindedly, fully engrossed in what looks to be an intense staring contest with Pidge.

Keith decides he doesn’t want to know.

“Has anyone seen my flannel?”

“Isn’t your closet, like, 80% flannel, you useless gay person?” Pidge asks, which earns her a flick on the ear (and subsequently makes her lose her staring contest with Hunk, which has two direct consequences: Keith is now in Hunk’s good book — which means more treats and preferential kitchen chore treatment, hell yeah — and in Pidge’s bad book — which means Keith has to Watch His Back for the foreseeable future, yikes).

“I have a normal amount of flannel,” Keith says, lying and unashamed about it. “Anyway. I was talking about my good flannel. The blue one. The formal one.”

“There’s no such thing as formal flannel,” Allura says, looking at him with disdain. “You fashion disaster.”

Keith sniffs. “It is so fancy. It’s got a nice collar and buttons on the cuffs. That’s formal, right there.”

“What’s that term Lance used? What was — oh, yeah.” Allura gives him a deadpan look. “Okay, you country fucking bumpkin.”

Keith lets that sit there for a moment.

“You should go back to being annoyed every time Lance walks into the room,” Shiro says sagely. “I miss when you didn’t know what fuck meant.”

Allura shrugs. “I’ve made my peace with it. Unfortunately for me, he’s funny, so.”

“Guys,” Keith says again, with more urgency, but he is still largely ignored because his family is full of mean people. “Important problem at hand. My flannel. It’s missing.”

Pidge and Hunk have now moved from intense staring contest to a furious round of rock-paper-scissors, so they offer no input.

“You know, I bet Lance has it.”

It’s the first helpful piece of information Keith’s heard all day. Shiro is officially re-instated as his favourite brother. (He was knocked down yesterday because he stole all Keith’s fucking almost-peanut butter ice cream, and Keith barely held back from killing him for real, because how fucking dare he. He’s lucky he’s stronger than Keith and that Keith loves him, or else he would be dead.)

“Lance? Why would he have my flannel?”

“Because he never wears his own fucking clothes,” Hunk says, scowling as Pidge beats him — scissors to his paper. “I swear to god. He didn’t even come to space in his own clothes. He was wearing Marco’s jacket and Veronica’s jeans. He steals my hoodies on a regular basis.”

“He steals my socks on a regular basis because he is the worst,” Pidge complains. “He fucking stretches them every time. Why are older brothers so obsessed with doing that?”

Shiro, looking pointedly away because he’s an asshole who is also guilty of doing that (Pidge is right — seriously, why??) and pipes up next. “He keeps stealing my pants. I don’t even know why. They’re too big for him.”

“None of you get to complain,” Allura says venomously. “He has raided my closet at least three times a week since he fucking got here, I swear on the sky. I keep having to steal all my favourite skirts back! It’s not fair!”

Keith feels something like jealousy writhe around in his stomach, which is stupid. He’s not jealous that Lance doesn’t steal his clothes.

He’s happy. Lance’s stupid stinky butt shouldn’t be in his clothes, anyway. This is a good thing.

“Lance never steals my clothes,” Keith says, unable to tamp down a scowl. “So that can’t be it.”

No sooner are the words out of his mouth that Lance comes waltzing into the room, pleases as punch, visibly smirking.

He fucking is wearing Keith’s good blue flannel.

The bitch.

“You stole my fucking shirt!”

“No idea what you’re talking about,” Lance says breezily, draping himself on top of Pidge, who immediately sends him tumbling to the floor via hard shove. Lance is not phased in the slightest, and simply gets up and drapes himself over Hunk, who has had over ten years to get used to Lance as a person and so he does not react. “I bought this shirt for myself at the space mall.”

Keith is incensed. Fuming. Rage-filled.

(And a little pleased to see that Lance is wearing his clothes.)

(A little.)

(Like, the most minuscule, tiny amount. It doesn’t even count, really.)

“Take it off, you asshole! It’s mine!”

Lance hums, insufferably smug. He doesn’t even have the decency to look at Keith, pretending instead to investigate his nails. “No.”

That’s — it’s the self-satisfied smirk, Keith thinks. That’s what makes him snap. He wants to wipe it off so fucking badly. That fucking smirk haunts his dreams.

(Nightmares! Nightmares! He fucking meant nightmares!)

He lunges at Lance, snarling, who shrieks at the top of his lungs and begs Hunk for protection.

Hunk does not provide it. (Hell yeah. Keith knew being on his good side would be awesome.)

Lance, who is woefully unprepared, has nowhere to go when Keith tackles him to the ground, sitting on top of him. He immediately tries to unbutton the flannel and rip it off, and Lance, who is screeching so loud that they can likely hear him from Earth, is desperately trying to button it back on. Keith pins Lance’s wrists above his head to stop him.

“Stay still, you brat,” Keith growls.

Lance keens. His face lights up bright red, pupils dilating so wide they almost swallow up the brown of his irises. He stops struggling.

Keith freezes, captivated by the heat pouring off Lance’s face in waves.

Holy shit.

“You’re blushing.”

“Fuck off! Fuck right off! No I’m not!”

“You are.” Keith’s voice is almost awed. Unbidden, his free hand comes up Lance’s face, backs of his fingers pressing to his cheek.

“Oh my God,” comes a gleeful mutter behind him, along with a camera shutter. It shocks Keith right out of his stupor, and he throws himself off Lance’s lap — holy fuck, he was on Lance’s lap — with a strangled shout.

“G-give me my flannel!” Keith yells, ignoring how red his own face is getting.

“Fine,” Lance says, voice stretched and reedy. His fingers shake as he unbuttons the shirt.

Keith’s mouth goes dry, watching those long brown fingers fiddle with the buttons.

Oh, no.

Oh no.

“I love my life,” Shiro says, rubbing his hands together like a goddamn cartoon villain.

Lance shoves the flannel in Keith’s face, and then scrambles to sit next to Allura (who, he says, is the only person who hasn’t betrayed him).

The flannel is warm. Keith is already sweating.

Lance is still redder than Keith’s lion. Keith wants to bite him.

Oh, God.

What is he doing to do?

[themultifandomgal]

Kelly Severide- I’m Here To Stay Pt3

Watching Kelly leave YN's only elevates her heart rate making her feel super dizzy to the point that she spent the night in the bathroom throwing up and nearly passing out.

The following day YN was supposed to be helping out at Mollys with the books, but when she doesn't arrive after an hour he asks Gabby if she has heard anything from her. Kelly is sitting at the bar as well nursing a beer

"Kelly maybe you should go a check on her?" Gabby asks

"I'm good"

"Ok what happened last night?" Gabby crosses her arms looking at the man

"How could you keep this secret from me?" Gabby sighs

"I only found out yesterday. I told her to tell you. I'm guessing she did?"

"Not exactly. I saw the texts and phone calls on her phone. I wasn't snooping, but it buzzed and so I looked. God I was so stupid to think I had found a decent girl"

"What are you talking about?" Gabby asks "she's kind and loving"

"Yeah a bit to loving" Kelly huffs crossing his arms

"What are you talking about. If you saw the texts then you know she's telling the truth"

"That's the problem Gabby. Reading 'baby I miss you, can't wait to see you again' just proves she's cheating"

"Cheating?!" Gabby shouts "she's not cheating you idiot. That's her crazy ex texting her and phoning her and you've left her alone all night and her ex said that he can't wait to see her again meaning he may know where she lives" Kelly's head shoots up

"Fuck" he gets up and runs out of the bar to his car and drives to YNs.

Kelly bangs on the door but when she doesn't answer the worst is going through his head. Lifting up the mat outside her door he takes the keys that he knows that are always there. Nervously he unlocks the door, hoping he will just find her asleep. He opens up the door and runs around her place looking for her, then he sees the bathroom door open and her legs on the floor

"YN?" Kelly runs to the bathroom and finds her on the floor, barley conscious with vomit in the toilet bowl "hey hey hey, stay awake ok. Stay with me" with shaking hands he called his friend April asking what to do. She phones Will who arrives in no time at all, just ask Kelly lays YN down on his couch

"What happened?"

"I don't... I thought she was cheating so I basically broke up with her, but he said she wasn't feeling well yesterday and... shit this is all my fault" Kelly paces up and down while Will listens to YNs heartbeat

"Ok well I don't like how slow her heart rate is and also she's going to rather dehydrated. I'd like her to go to Med"

"Oh god" Kelly continues to pace back and forth

"Kelly I need you to calm down before you also need to go to Med" Will says.

Within an hour YN was at Med on a drip and more alert that she was before. Kelly walks through the room door

"Im so sorry YN. I should have just listened to you last night, I shouldn't have left you last night. This is all my fault"

"Kel.." YN sighs

"No YN I'm sorry. You shouldn't forgive me, if anything you should yell at me to leave"

"Im not going to do that Kelly. Come here" slowly Kelly walks over to YN and gingerly sits on her bed "I get how it might have looked"

"But I should have listened to you"

"Yes you should, but I should have also told you what was going on. I was scared that you'd leave me, that you wouldn't want to deal with my heart and then the ex"

"You don't have to worry about that because if you'd let me then I'm not going anywhere" Kelly takes YNs hand and gives it a kiss making YN blush "I'd like to try us again"

"I'd like to as well" YN smiles at Kelly.

Months pass and YN finally gets her awaited operation, although she will always have to have checkups she is doing much better having less dizzy spells. Kelly and YN are finally official and are very much in love with one another.

[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

Whumperless Whump Event - Day 5

It turns out that over a decade of horrific electrocution as punishment might make your heart a little bit funky!

TWs: mentions of torture, heart problems, descriptions of missed heartbeats

Wheezing / Light-headed / “I'll count, you just breathe.”

Dread flooded Laredo as a familiar ache ripped through his chest. "Hang on--sorry." He leaned back in his chair, the sounds of his teammates still coming in clearly through his headphones. The relaxed music drifted under it all, the pops of distant gunshots telling Laredo that the match was still going on.

Laredo took a slow, deep breath, one hand raising to his own throat. Every few beats, his heart would miss a contraction. His head started to spin, and he forced himself to close his eyes and relax. This was fine. This just happened sometimes.

It just wasn't ideal to happen during one of his livestreams.

R u ok?

What's happening?

Why does he look like that

When Laredo opened his eyes again, he saw his chat flooded with similar messages. He smiled, and watched himself on screen follow suit. He was too pale, and the smile was weak. "Hey--I'm okay, this just happens sometimes."

His character died, killed in one shot because he was just standing there out in the open.

The match was almost over anyway, it didn't matter. He felt his own unsteady pulse continue, another wave of deep fear rolling through him. It would pass.

Is this because of that torture shit?

What?

Bro wat

Laredo laughed. It sounded breathless. "Yeah, actually, it's...we're going to the lobby anyway. I can talk about it."

He reached for his water bottle and took a long drink, feeling the wave finally start to pass. He looked just a little less pale when he sat up straighter again. "So I really hate being electrocuted, y'know, like most people. But it was the thing that got under my skin the most, so whenever I'd fuck up, my boss would haul me into the torture room--I've told you guys about that, and zap me."

What

WHAT

Oh my god that wasn't a bit?????

Fr???????

He's fucking with us there's no way

No look it up he has like the whole court case linked in his bio

"Yeah, it was pretty fucked up. But it happened, and over the years my heart just started to get weird. Sometimes I get these spells where it gets off rhythm." Laredo shrugged and reached for his phone. "My doctor wants me to write down whenever it happens and how long it lasts, and stuff."

It didn't take long to add the newest situation to his document. "I'll let my medic boyfriend know too, one sec. He gets mad if I don't tell him when this happenes." He laughed, before taking another sip of water. "I'll just skip the caffeine for a few days."

O he's fr fr

I thought torture was illegal though

idk still looked sorta fake

guys just read the court case omg

hi youtube hi

"Here, let's give my heart a break. Who wants to see the landscaping ideas I've got for my Animal Island layout? Wild Bluu was at my port yesterday, and he had some sick statues that I was waiting on."

@whump-captain @whumpr @whumperofworlds @lektricwhump @cyberwhumper

@bxtterflystxtches @inscrutable-shadow @honeybees-125

[irontragedyreview]

Chapter 431 and character closures

Honestly I didn’t think I was going to write anything else after everything I wrote yesterday, the funniest thing is that I found out about the leaks by pure chance and then I saw the whole debacle. As I said before, chapter 430 left a bad taste in my mouth, I would say that all the chapters that made up the epilogue left a bad taste in the mouths of many fans, especially LoV fans and Izuku fans (not all but each one has their subjective opinion).

The ones who were satisfied and I know because I saw many of these posts were the bkdk shippers between the confirmation that there were no explicit ships and the final parts I saw many saying they won and making fun of other ships, Izuochas fans can be toxic now but the other ones aren’t better (not all on both sides but the loudest ones). However, taking off the shipper glasses and giving at least a minimal equality in the ship that they claim to love so much, they should recognize that the end of chapter 430 only works for Bakugou and Midoriya is only relegated to being an object for the sake of Bakugou's plot, if there are shippers who say they care about them, even having an obvious favorite, something they should celebrate is that Izuku was finally able to demonstrate autonomy over himself. Throughout the final arc two characters who lost the most autonomy in their plot were Izuku and Tomura, so much so that their ending is mediocre and rushed and what moved them from the beginning is no longer there, we have no more introspection or thoughts from Izuku, not of his feelings for failing to reach Tomura, not his own pain for OFA even that part is given to Bakugou, he’s the one who cries while Midoriya tries to comfort him (isn't that fucked up?), we don't have anything afterwards either. The same thing happens with Tomura during a long part of the war he’s in an internal war to have control of his body and mind over the vestige of AFO, all this to end with AFO being there from the beginning, he molded Tomura to be what he’s, turned him into an object without autonomy and that stained all the ideals that he had raised with his LoV, because in the end if he’s just a puppet what happens to his personal ideals? To this I replied that AFO is a manipulator, he may have planted the seed in Kotaro, he may have taken a quirk and changed it for another but the relationship between Tomura and his League was only his, AFO could take many things from him but even in the bitterest ending his LoV remained intact in his heart, that was his decision and AFO will never be able to take that from him. However, we also didn't get to see a final confrontation with Nana, the person who supposedly as a last sacrifice allowed a certain vestige of him to remain in the body that AFO stole, we didn't get to see any of this and in the end two of the most important characters had the most anticlimactic confrontation in the entire manga.

Some will say why write all the above, because as I said Izuku was robbed his autonomy, he was just an object that moved during the last chapters and that brings us to the much questioned chapter 430, here you find diverse opinions between those who say that it is great because it closes Izuku's character arc being quirkless again and that with the suit he shows that you can be a hero without a quirk. Given this, I have said in previous posts that the big problem with that chapter wasn’t that Izuku became quirkless or was a teacher, the big problem is that this ending made the teaching profession look like the losing option and Izuku as a person incapable of moving from his own past while everyone else moved forward, the pages were not of melancholy for what was lost but a resignation that this was the status quo that he could obtain by being quirkless, forgotten by society, lonely and stagnant.This is where the leaks come in, especially the leaks that seem to turn Izuku into the satan or the worst piece of shit for part of the fandom because he refused to work with Bakugou who only lived for him for the last 8 years (according to their interpretations).

Personally, we still don't have the full chapter and its official translation, so there are certain things that we don't know and perhaps they will change with the full chapter, but something that for me this possible chapter does well is giving Izuku back some of his will and stopping being an object for Bakugou's sake. If the leaks are moderately reliable, his words give much more optimism to what we saw in chapter 430 much more, with this new chapter Izuku accepts the suit, it makes him happy to work with his friends again but above all things although being able to return to the service full time we learn that he decides to stay as a teacher, because in reality that is part of his identity and even with OFA or the suit that stays the same, and this as a fan of Izuku filled me with joy because Izuku truly moved on, the longing of chapter 430 is no longer bitter but sweet, surely he misses the field but if now he can have what he longed for and still feels fulfilled with the educational part it means that his autonomy is there. Izuku isn't rejecting Bakugou out of hate (as a lot of bakugou stans seem to think and demonize) but because he's choosing his own path, Bakugou's dream of competing for the rest of their lives is not Izuku's or at least not as a duo or working in the same agency, it’s understood that both are going to compete but separately, that they are going to work and collaborate just not in the same agency. In this chapter izuku is a character and not another item to check off Bakugou's list, Izuku doesn't owe anything to anyone not to him or class 1A, the suit was born from the good will of them but Izuku must and deserves to live under his own rules because otherwise the gift wasn’t a gift but a condition.

Izuku isn’t the 5 year old boy who was beginning to be ridiculed (by Bakugou and other children) for his quirkless condition, nor the boy from Aldera who received an opportunity thanks to Toshinori and above all he is not the 17-year-old boy who fought in a war and lost more than some people could bear, 25 year old Izuku especially in these leaks is an adult who made peace with his past, who really moved on and Bakugou's plans isn’t his, for whatever reason Izuku isn’t the sidekick that many would like, always one step behind Katsuki. Izuku decided to say no to a plan that was a child's dream and he wouldn’t say that he has overcome but rather that he has transformed, the priorities of the 25 year old Izuku aren’t the same as the 18 year old Izuku and that is character growth, the Izuku who misses active duty but finds happiness in teaching (to the point that it’s actually even more of a priority than being a hero again in the terms that the 18 year old Izuku would have understood), I think it's even good that it’s shown that Aizawa is a little wrong when he asks him if he misses being in the field (sounding as if being there and seeing the others was a constant source of pain), because even if he misses it, he really loves his profession and it was chosen and not imposed as it happened with All Might (to have more contact with his successor) or Aizawa (as a way out of his own trauma and depression), Izuku has the possibility of being a better teacher than he received. This Izuku even maintains a close relationship with Toshinori to the point that he picks him up from the airport and asks him if he brought him another gift (I mean this is quite common for them).

Another thing I like is how Izuku still sees Tomura, how Ochako still dreams about Himiko, how Shoto talks about Touya (at least that's what I heard from the leaks), that the trauma and the weight that these characters left on them has not been forgotten and that they’re constantly with them as a driving force at least indicates that they were important, that they marked them beyond any physical scar and that they want to do better for the world that they could not know.

I think that's all I can say, I won't touch on the ships because honestly the people who want to diminish Ochako and her growth as a character because of this are pathetic, the biphobia of almost all the comments is ridiculous. I don't know what the complete closure of this chapter will be like and what else the leaks don't say, but at least I find in this a true closure for Izuku and his character, finally making his own decisions and not being the object of anyone's plot but his own person, this will never take away the pain I feel for Izuku and Tomura as characters but what was once bitter is now a little more bittersweet and allows me to feel a little more satisfactory closure even if it is for one of my favorite characters.

[sollattes]

Boyfriend-gut-feeling

todoroki yosuke x reader

It was nearing midnight already, and todoroki still hadn't gotten a message from you, and it was making him feel uneasy and agitated.

Time and time again todoroki was checking his phone for your notification, he even changed the ringtone from your notification to the others so he would easily know if it from you or something irrelevant (read:fujio and the other oya dudes).

Fuck being a normal student, you were already considering to just give up and become a delinquent like your boyfriend but knowing todoroki he would really hate that, but like what the fuck man, who the hell gave calculus the right to be this hard.

You have been staring at the same problem for about 15 minutes now, trying to figure out how to solve it but there was just nothing coming into mind and not gonna lie the loud grumbling of your stomach to feed yourself was getting really distractive, maybe you should've alteast eaten a rice ball before throwing yourself into this deep-studying-rabbit-hole.

Todoroki couldn't handle the anxiety anymore and went to see you not forgetting the favourite earphones you both shared since he had this boyfriend-gut-feeling that you need to wind down properly or alteast relax a bit.

About 20 minutes more staring into the problem when you heard your phone start ringing, being too used to the silence the ringtone made you jump a bit but you immediately relaxed when you saw that it was just your boyfriend calling you, it had completely slipped off your mind to update todoroki as you both promised to update each other with just alteast a short sentence or one sentence, he was probably worried since you would normally update him from time to time but as you saw you're last update was almost yesterday since it was just a good morning that you sent to todoroki at 3:27 am.

When you answered the call, you heard nothing but your boyfriend's harsh breathing at first, "outside, it's freezing." todoroki's shuddering voice greeted you.

You hurriedly looked outside from your window, and suprise! Todoroki is there, freezing his ass off but still he looked cute, a cute tint of red painted his cheeks and nose and the lower part of his face was being covered by a scarf, hands in his jacket's pockets.

the sight of todoroki made you giggle as it was out of character of him. You were so used to seeing him in his school uniform and act all cool that you almost forgot your boyfriend had his fluffy side but seeing him outside of your house in his dinosaur pajamas with the scarf you knitted for him reminded you, very very well.

You quickly go outside to end your boyfriend's freezing misery, you immediately hugged him to atleast share some body heat with him and quickly put a hot compress on his hands since you know how easily they get cold.

You put the hot compress between your hand and todoroki's hand, then put it in your jacket pocket, then started walking with him.

"What are you doing here?" You broke the silence after a minute of walking.

"You weren't messaging me so I got worried and went to see you immediately," todoroki stopped for a bit to look down at his shoes, "and I had this boyfriend-gut-feeling that you needed me or something" he mumbled but still it was loud enough for you to hear.

It took you a second or two to realise what he had just said, and when it finally hit, you decided to tease him a bit, "your 'boyfriend-gut-feeling' got you worrying for me huh? The top gun of oya high school gang, todoroki yosuke, got his boyfriend-gut-feeling worrying for his s/o~" you realesed a shit-eating-grin towards his direction as he just continued to look down at his shoes to hide the blush that were darkening his red cheeks more.

As the two of you were just mindlessly walking in silence your stomach's hungry grumble disturbed the silence and it made you feel embarrassed then flashed a small smile towards todoroki.

"And my boyfriend-gut-feeling is right even if you made fun of it," todoroki laughed softly, "cmon I know a nearby convenient store, we can eat there since almost every restaurant near is closed", todoroki dragged you by the hand to be faster.

Arrived at the convenience store, and you excitedly went for the food section and scanned your options.

Todoroki could only watch in awe as he watched you with your bright, wide eyes picking on what yakisoba or onigiri to eat, he moved to drinks section, grabbing himself a coke and grabbing you a juice drink, then moving on to the snacks he grabbed just small ones so you won't feel too full.

After picking yours and todoroki's food, you immediately went to look for todoroki to pay. Once you found him, you both looked at each other and laughed softly on how much you knew each other so well that you didn't even have to ask the other what they wanted.

Finally seating down at a table outside the convenience store after paying, you were waiting for todoroki patiently to heat up both of your food.

Before starting to eat with todoroki, he brought out your favourite earphones that you both always shared. todoroki plugged it into his phone and played the playlist he created for you before starting to eat.

It was just a quiet meal between the two of you, just enjoying each other's presence while a 1975 song was playing in the background. Both of you steal glances of each from time to time.

Todoroki should really listen to his boyfriend-gut-feeling all the time.

[ariesmusingz]

૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ╱ real talk sentence starters pt 2 ( created using lyrics from man overboard's real talk album. feel free to adjust to fit your muse. )

i know you're sound asleep right now and you can't hear

i'm gonna explain everything and turn this into every dream your pretty little head could ever come up with

i'm drunk with the thought of sharing these blankets right now

i think we're old enough to know

i think we're old enough that we would know better

we should know better now

i pretend that i'm already someone and all my problems faded away

i should be sound asleep right now but i'm not

i'm gonna explain everything and hope that you can hear me

your pretty little head goes undisrupted

i figured i'd go at the least to check in

i just miss her grin

to show that i didn't really never wanna see you again

my heart caves in when i look at you

this is so hard

do you take pictures off the walls when you know i'm coming to your room?

do you hide all the stuffed animals the other boys bought for you?

i wasn't surprised

she was chilling, looking hot in her bed

i kept my distance

i was a good boy

let's go home to a place we can call our own

we can live there together, be in love forever and never have to be alone

would you try?

would you leave me for some other guy?

i've been sitting without you

just thinking about you

wishing you were here inside

when you wake up you will call me

i will tell you that i miss you so

i make records so that when i'm gone you can hear me on your stereo

i think we're in love

i'm so tired

since i met you i'm always inspired

i think i could change the world if you were really my girl

we would have all we desired

looks like we're holding hands

who knows exactly what this all could be?

all i know is that i feel fine when i pretend you're mine and you lie close to me

i'm finally laying somewhere where i'm happy that i'm here

my troubles said goodbye and the heartache disappeared

i miss you most when i try to act like i don't care about the warm hands

i think that we're best friends

i like your face, that's why i stare

you're everything i hoped a girl could be

so here's a toast to laying close

i'm comfy now and i just won't leave

you and me

i'm in it for the long haul

i like you

you better come back if you're running

the rain poured down on the day that i left to hang out with you in new york

every little thing made me miss you more

i kept running

it's like i'd never been so sure of doing something stupid

doing something without thinking

i'm just trying to make a getaway to you

i'd have gone a thousand miles more

i'll meet you in your head tonight when you're in bed

the one time that i came to your house

i was freezing outside until you finally came out

you pulled me by the arm and we went around back

you glared me up and down

you say you don't remember that

we went downstairs

i saw your bedroom and stuff

i tried to say some things but you said to shut up

i looked at you

you were so damn cute

sifting through the pages of the pictures that you drew

i know you're thinking of me

you're everything that i'd hope for

i'm all the shit that you go for

stop kidding yourself now

i hate you

you should have picked up the phone tonight

open your eyes, kid

you know i'm on your side, kid

i'd like to save the world and you could be my sidekick

they'll all say our names

i've lived a lie, kid

i'd love to run and hide, kid

you could say 'fuck them all' and ditch the world like i did

the words down on the paper answer yesterday's dream

we could be untouchable

[vampyier]

4. her again

masterlist

after last night scaramouche had woken up on the sofa in the living room, he groaned and immediately got up to brew coffee to start the day

he posted a goodmorning and announced that he was going to stream a game later

after those two posts alone his phone blew up with notifications from his fans asking who the person that entered his room last night was.

he turned off his phone and ignored the people bombarding him with questions and assumptions online.

scaramouche started making breakfast as he usually would but when he went back into his room to use his bathroom and saw you still dozing off on his bed.

he rushed into the bathroom quickly did brushed his teeth and washed his hands going back to the kitchen

he finished making his own breakfast but hesitated at first but after he recalled the events of last night he felt bad and made another meal for you

he huffed and tried ignoring his friends and the blush that dusted over his cheeks and the tips of his ears

after scaramouche finished eating quickly he covered your meal with another plate

he then went back to his room and started his stream.

( 23 minutes into the stream )

scaramouche had started the stream and began talking and commenting on the game as usual but was still ignoring all the questions about you

lovermouche donates 100 bits : “who was that person answer us scara 😡😡😡”

scaramouche looked at the camera blankly and said “my roommate,” he continued playing the game but in silence as the chat died down a little.

your eyes slowly opened as you regained consciousness

you yawned as you slowly rose up from the bed tossing the purple blanket off your chest

wait… purple blanket???

your eyes widened as you finally realized where you were, “where the fuck am I???” you exclaimed

scaramouche turned his head towards you as you started freaking out and asking scaramouche how you were in his bed

“wait shit are you streaming right now?” you asked scaramouche as he nodded slowly with a quizzical look due to your sudden outburst

his viewers started asking questions too

elegrant : “OH MY ARCHONS IS IT THEM”

tweefant : “I WANNA SEE HOW THEY LOOK”

heyhaypasia : “guys he said they were just his roommate 😐😐”

belepele : “they’re kinda funny ngl 🤭🤭”

xxbestgamerevrxxii : “i like them more than scara already”

you started hurriedly saying apologies and started to get out.

“do you know where my jacket is? i don’t want your viewers to know how to look and be disappointed,” you shyly said looking down

scaramouche blinked at you then handed a hoodie from his recent merch line, “ you didn’t bring your jacket here, it might still be by the entrance. just use this to hide your identity for now.”

“shit thank you so much, i’m so sorry for causing any problems yesterday,” you kept apologizing while tugging the hoodie over your head and putting it on

“it’s fine…i made breakfast it’s on the counter right now.” scaramouche said with a stoic face but his viewers started going crazy and pointed out how the tip of his ears were bright pink

you didn’t notice since you were pulling the hood over your head and started heading out his door without a word.

tag list : @beriiov @riabriyn @xoyumiqls

note

- posting twt n profiles tmr for name :P

- i have no idea how to continue this bru

-cringe but who cares

[blissfulstarsfics]

Black and White Chapter 3

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Chapter rating: M

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Summary: At long last, Karlach's heart has been fixed. Now that she can survive outside of the hells, the trio make their way back to the Sword Coast. Free at long last, their destinies are once again their own. However, Tav's allies aren't to keen on what she plans to do with this newfound freedom.

A portal opened and through it they could feel the chilly night breeze of the Sword Coast. Karlach’s heart had finally been fixed after eight long months in the Hells and now they were going home. With tears of joy in their eyes, they crossed into Toril. The dream had at last been realized.

“Gods, it’s not oppressively hot!! The wind feels kind of cool. Holy shit! HOLY SHIT!” Karlach wiped the watery beads from her face, “I get to live!” Tav and Wyll couldn’t help but get caught up in the moment, their own cheeks now wet and salty.

“I’ve never been so grateful to feel cold,” Tav joked. 

“Same! Look at that sky,” Wyll pointed to the evening sky. Different colored lights dotted the dark canopy, softly twinkling in peaceful stillness. It was a stark contrast to the eternally aflame sky of Avernus. Karlach sprawled on the grass and closed her eyes.

“This doesn’t seem real. After almost eleven years of fighting demons and cults and whatever the fuck else, it doesn’t seem real. I feel like I’m going to wake up and find out it was all a dream.” She closed her eyelids tighter and sighed. Wyll sat next to her, patting her shoulder.

“Open them and see, Karlach. If you look east, you’ll even see Baldur’s Gate. It seems we managed to escape close to the city,” Wyll stopped to think, “My estimation is that we could be there in two hours.”

“Shall we head out now, or in the morning? As much as I’d like to sleep in a proper bed, I’m utterly exhausted,” Tav admitted. She could see on Karlach and Wyll’s faces that they felt the same, so it was decided. 

“One more night in the open. It’ll be just like old times, minus the owlbear cub. I wonder how old Beaky is doing?” Karlach was in incredibly high spirits, which made Tav happy. It made the whole ordeal worthwhile. They set up their bedrolls under the stars for the last time and for once looked forward to what the next day would bring. Tomorrow, they will begin their return to normalcy.

Morning came quickly, not that they minded. The three of them were eager to get to the city. Merchant carts were starting to pass by, followed by townspeople coming in and out. Walking down the street, they saw that Wyrm’s Rock was nearly reconstructed. Buildings both old and new adorned the streets leading to the city proper. 

“Looks like the council had homes built for the refugees,” Wyll observed with pride, “I’ll have to ask Father about that. I wonder if it was his idea?” 

Tav looked around, seeing some familiar faces. Cerys was looking over something that appeared to be a blueprint. Bex and Danis were in their own little world sitting side by side on a bench. The tiefling children that they escorted from the Emerald Grove ran around acting like normal children for once. Karlach noticed as well.

“Feels like yesterday that they were crossing the shadows to get to the Gate. Gods, look at them now. It makes the journey worth it. When we get settled, I want to see how they’re doing,” The tiefling turned her head forward with a heartened smile. 

Entering the city was no problem thanks to traveling with Wyll Ravengard. The Lower City was fairing as well as Wyrm’s Rock. Rolan had finished restoring Sorcerous Sundries, the Elfsong still stood, yet there were still some buildings that sadly looked untouched.

“There’s Fytz! I’m going to go say hi. Aw, look! She had her baby!” Karlach was ridiculously giddy.

“While you’re doing that, I’m going to visit my father. Tav, will you join me? I’m sure he’d love to meet the hero of the Gate.” Wyll’s invitation was kind, but Tav had other plans.

“Thank you, but I’ll have to pass,” she straightened, “I have a harp to retrieve.” She could tell by how they looked at each other that they didn’t approve.

“Soldier, are you sure that’s a good idea?” Karlach’s voice was full of concern. Tav squeezed her hand.

“I’ll be fine,” she reassured them. Wyll placed his hands on her shoulders, staring her in the eye.

“All right, but if you need us, we’ll be there.” Now she was becoming frustrated. Tav was far from being the naive doe falling into a hunter’s trap that they thought she was. And if she was? So be it. She was a grown woman, capable of making her own choices.

“The Blade of Avernus worries too much. But, should I find myself a damsel in distress, I know where to turn.” Tav invited them in for one final, lingering hug before heading to her next destination.

Stepping into the Upper City was like treading into another world. The architecture was ornate, the gardens immaculate, lords and ladies carried on without a care in the world, even the cobblestones had a gleam to them. 

The Crimson Palace was a short distance from the gate, but when she got there she felt self conscious. Tav hadn’t had a change of clothing in tendays, let alone access to basic grooming supplies. Here she was about to knock on a lord’s door in tattered clothes, covered in gods only knows what kind of fluids, and stinking to high heaven. Perhaps I should use a side entrance, she thought. 

Her heart pounded while she sneaked around the side of the mansion to the servant’s entrance, suddenly feeling very foolish and unsure of herself. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door. A brawny human in a stained apron swung the door open, cleaver in hand, looking put off at the interruption.

“Whatever yer sellin’ we ain’t buyin’,” was his greeting. Tav raised her eyebrows, equally put off.

“My name is Tav and I believe your master may be expecting me.” 

“Oh, uh,” he stammered for a bit, then beckoned Tav inside, shutting the door behind them. “Someone get Tibbi!” he called out. A few minutes later a frail, skittish woman with rust colored hair appeared. She kept her eyes downturn, but Tav was easily able to spot their red hue. 

“Tibbi, this is the master’s guest. She’s all yours.” The man paid them no more attention and went back to butchering a slab of beef. Tav turned her attention to this woman, Tibbi, giving her a polite smile. 

“The master is entertaining guests in the parlor this afternoon,” she began.

“Oh, should I return later?”

“No!” Tibbi raised her arms, afraid, “I only meant he will be unable to receive you. Please follow me, we have a room prepared for you. Would you like a bath?” The poor thing was shaking like a leaf. Tav glanced around, puzzled at the whole interaction. 

“Tibbi, you don’t need to be so nervous. And, a bath sounds divine. Thank you.” Tav’s insouciant demeanor helped to slightly calm the maid’s mood. She curtsied to Tav, then motioned for her to follow. The short jaunt from the kitchens to her new room was slightly disappointing. Tav had been looking forward to seeing the mansion’s new design, but they had to stick to hidden corridors due to the daylight. Astarion had taken a liking to open windows and Tav had no desire to see the spawn burn.

“Here we are, my lady.” Tibbi opened the mahogany door. Inside was a gorgeous and spacious room filled with everything a person could need. There was a queen sized bed covered with delicately stitched satin bedding, in the corner sat a dark cherry vanity filled with all sorts of cosmetics, a matching wardrobe, a plush chair and an ottoman sat next to a cozy fireplace. Soon after they arrived, several others came in with a bathtub, water, and fragrant oils. 

The attendants filled the tub and used a spell to warm the water to an appropriate temperature. Tibbi put in a few drops of the oils, making the room smell of rose, vanilla, and lavender. 

“Let us know when you are finished, my lady, we will collect the bath.” With that, the servants gave a bow and left. Tibbi turned her eyes, allowing Tav to undress. She slipped into the water, feeling its warmth sink into her weary, travel worn muscles. The maid sat behind her with a brush, working the tangles and knots out of her raven locks. She then wetted Tav’s hair with a pleasant smelling hair wash. It felt glorious.

Tav soaked in the bath, scrubbing the stink of the hells away. Meanwhile, Tibbi had opened the wardrobe and presented a few of the dresses. When she did, Tav’s jaw dropped upon seeing it full of a variety of fine attire. 

“Which would you prefer? If none of these are to your liking there are others.” All of them were lovely. She settled on a black crushed velvet dress with an intricately embroidered apricot taffeta center panel. 

Tibbi sat her in front of the vanity and styled her hair into a chignon. As she did, Tav noticed the makeups, perfumes, skin tonics, and washes that had been prepared for her. All of them were high quality and expensive. She felt a pang of humility upon learning that Astarion had obviously gone to great lengths for her, yet she felt she had nothing to offer in return.

“Shall I do your makeup?” Tibbi asked.

“Please,” Tav nodded. The spawn opened a drawer and pulled out a beautiful set of ivory handled makeup brushes. The elf closed her eyes, letting her apply various creams, shadows, and rouges. When she opened her eyes, she loved what she saw. An hour ago she was a scruffy adventurer fresh from Avernus, now she was a noblewoman. 

“You’re very talented, Tibbi.”

“You look radiant, my lady.” Tibbi seemed a bit more relaxed and quite proud of her work. With her work done, she gave another curtsy and left. Alone now, Tav continued surveying the room until she found her harp perched on top of a nearby table. She ran her hands down the wooden arms and body, happily. A warm feeling rushed down her, seeing it intact and waiting for her to pluck its strings.

~~~~~

Time was a luxury the vampire ascendant had in abundance. He was a newcomer in Baldur’s Gate’s high society, one intent on securing his position and power. Obtaining that power required him to perform regular, mundane tasks such as what he was doing now. He was unknown to the elites and currently lacked the networking he required to make the city his. That’s why today he had invited five of the city’s lords to the Crimson Palace for card games and drinks. It was awful.

Boorish as the afternoon was, Astarion was able to glean plenty of information on his guests. Lords Tennington, Copurise, and Northshire played an honest game. They were unsuspecting of the possibility that the others may cheat. This showed him that they were naive to a fault and could easily be manipulated. Lord Hexnigh thought he was far more clever than he was. He would pick what he considered a good hand, have it plastered all over his face, only to be soundly beaten. Astarion determined that he was of very little threat, but if that changed he could easily be crushed.

The only perceived challenge came from Lord Foxworth. He may have been able to conceal his card counting and swapping from the others, but Astarion was far too practiced in sleight of hand to be caught unaware. Yes, he was someone to keep an eye on. Foxworth would either learn his place or be crushed underfoot.

Of course, being a good host, Astarion allowed the man to win his share of rounds. It wouldn’t do to let his guests leave unsatisfied with the afternoon’s activities. Neither would Astarion let them see the full scope of his capabilities. He knew better than to think that he was the only one assessing the room for potential threats. 

When the visit was over, Astarion sighed with relief. It was mind numbingly boring to make idle chit-chat with those dullards. He couldn’t believe that there wasn’t one scandal or rumor to be had from any of them. Not one! Not even anything as base as a pregnant maid. It was all business as usual, and Astarion swore that if Lord Tennington mentioned one more time about the proper soil conditions for growing coriander, and sage, and basil, and who the hells cared what else that he would make the halfling his supper. He understood the old man was in the spice trade, but gods below!

All in all, it had been a fruitful visit, albeit a tiresome one. Astarion wanted nothing more than to decompress when he was approached by his chamberlain. He was more than a little vexed by the thrall’s presence.

“This had better be important,” he growled.

“Master, your guest has arrived,” Matteo flatly said. In his addled state, Astarion tried to think of what guest he was expecting. All he wanted was a few hours of peace and now he had to figure out who the staff had let into his home.

Then a harp string quietly sang. Then another. And another.

Astarion pushed the chamberlain aside, rushing upstairs. The door to Tav’s room was wide open and he could see her delicately perched on the chair in front of the vanity, tuning the harp’s strings. She was a sight to behold. Tav was naturally beautiful, as most elves were, but to see her attired and styled so richly was breathtaking. It was a far cry from the threadbare clothing she wore at camp. 

“Welcome back,” he said, leaning against the doorframe. Tav looked up, startled.

“Oh!” she put down the harp and got up to greet him, “Was I too loud? I didn’t want to disturb your guests. Tibbi told me you had company.”

“They have all left, thank the gods,” he sighed, “Aristocratic life isn’t all parties and intrigue, unfortunately.”

“My poor lord, you sound positively dejected,” she teased.

“Tonight’s entertainment will be much more exciting, at least,” he slyly grinned, “You see, not long after the city’s reconstruction began a mysterious figure, a dwarf who called himself the Ruby Blade, appeared and had an underground arena built. They host these wonderfully entertaining deathmatch tournaments.”

“Wait,” she chuckled, “You actually installed a murder pit?”

“Why not me!” Astarion crossed his arms with sarcastic offense, “The Ruby Blade did! Now…whether or not he is my spawn is a secret I shall never share,” he leaned in, “One thing I will share is how lucrative this little coliseum is. You would be surprised how eager some of the patriars are to throw their money away watching and betting on peasants, criminals, and the like bash each others brains out.”

“Oh, I have an idea,” Tav grinned knowingly, “May I accompany you?”

“Darling, I was hoping you’d ask.”

Shortly after dusk, Astarion and Tav made their way down a winding path that led to the arena’s hidden entrance. It was unremarkable and covered in overgrown ivy, which made it perfect for its function. He knocked three times and an eye slit opened. A tiefling with red skin and blackened eyes took one look at Astarion, then opened the door. 

The passageways were poorly lit, damp, and musty smelling. Several people, mostly men, were making conversation as they went further. Much of it pertaining to the current roster of fighters and who was favored to win. 

Just outside the venue was a gathering space of sorts. Astarion was obviously a regular at these events and was greeted by other patrons who commonly frequented the tournaments. However, tonight they were far less interested in him than they were his new lady. They were enchanted by her natural charisma and grace, the way she moved, the way she spoke.

The vampire was pleased with the attention. He enjoyed watching his peers stare in awe at this beautiful new couple. A fine debut , he thought. At least it was, until one of said peers took Tav’s hand and brought it to his lips. Astarion had to remind himself this was acceptable etiquette, something to be expected, however the man decided to prolong the encounter longer than deemed acceptable. Worse, Tav was making no effort to pull away. 

“I do hope we see you again. Beauty such as yours should never be hidden.” At last he released her, but made sure to give her a lengthy stare as he walked on. Astarion’s eyes followed him as he disappeared from view, seething with jealousy. Tav, on the other hand, was watching the crowd, utterly oblivious. 

“Lord Astarion!” a girlish voice shouted from a few meters away. They looked over and saw a young, black haired human in a jeweled dress striding their way to plant a firm kiss on his lips. She withdrew, side eyed Tav, then turned her attention back to Astarion.

“I missed you,” she traced a finger down his chest, “Will you sit with me?” He decided turnabout's fair play and that it was Tav’s turn to feel the sting of envy.

“Nurah, you look immaculate as always. I’m afraid I must decline, as you can see I have a guest with me this evening.” During Tav’s time in the hells, Astarion would occasionally take people to bed to satisfy his needs. Nurah was one of many who meant nothing but a good time to him.

“Aw,” she pouted, placing her hands on his chest, “Well, when you get bored you know where to find me.”

“Indeed, I do,” he smoothed a stray hair from her face, “Indeed, I do.” The excessive flirtations now finished, Nurah shot another side glance at Tav before going to her seat. Astarion slowly turned his devilishly smiling face, expecting to see Tav hurt or jealous or angry. He was wrong, she was completely indifferent.

She didn’t react.

She didn’t care. 

And he didn’t like it.

His pride felt bruised. Clearing his throat, he suggested they go to their seats.

“Hm?” Tav responded as though she were off somewhere else, “Yes, let’s.” 

Fighters entered single file into the pit, marching to the center where they stood side by side underneath a raised throne. They snapped salutes when a dwarf dressed in red came down a flight of stairs, his chest puffed and proud. As he began some speech about valor and bravery, Tav leaned toward Astarion.

“Does the Ruby Blade know who will win tonight?” she whispered.

“Who can say? All I know is I have a substantial wager on the dragonborn on the far left,” he winked. The banter reminded him of their days on the road, of how they’d sneak away or wait til the camp was asleep to talk trash. She always had a witty comment or reply on whatever was happening. Perhaps that’s why her unperturbed attitude unsettled him. She was continuing on as if nothing just happened. Nothing, not even an elevated heartbeat.

Familiar arms wrapped around his neck. Nurah had found them and made no attempt to hide her intentions. 

“Lord Astarion, it’s so dreadful!” she moaned, burying her face in his shoulder, playing at a delicate flower act. Tav responded with quiet laughter.

“Poor dear, fights to the death must be too much for the young miss. Perhaps embroidery might be better entertainment for you,” she sneered. Nurah cozied closer to Astarion to soothe her bruised ego. He made no effort to shoo her away, in fact he looked at Tav as if to ask, “What are you going to do?” 

Again, she did nothing.

It was well after midnight when the festivities ended and the two arrived home. The day was not the sort of reunion Astarion had planned. Far from it. Tav was as indecipherable as ever, a trait which he found equally fascinating and infuriating. 

“I had fun today, thank you.” Her smile was sincere, “I’m exhausted. I can’t wait to be able to rest in an actual bed again. My camping days are done, at least for a century or two.”

“Rest well, Tav.” He didn’t know what else to say. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and went upstairs. Astarion watched as she seemed to glide across the room, mesmerized. Feeling restless, he walked the halls of the mansion to settle his thoughts. When he passed Tav’s room, he heard muffled sobbing. Interesting. He pressed his ear against the door and swore he heard a hushed, “bastard.” 

Astarion lifted his head and resumed his walk with a renewed smugness. It seemed Tav was going to be a tough nut to crack, but one he would crack nonetheless. After all, the vampire ascendant had nothing but time.