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[psycholuvrgirl]

duplicity! [teaser]

rafe cameron x sweetheart!pogue!oc [baby porter]

summary: baby porter, the pogue princess, asks rafe cameron out on a date after losing a bet. to her surprise, rafe says yes.

warnings: nsfw (very brief smut)! 

a/n: this is just a teaser for this series. this series will follow the plot of obx, so a lot of it is going to seem very familiar, just with a twist because baby will be in it

wc: 2.1k

it was meant to be just one simple task: ask rafe cameron on a date. baby lost a bet with jj and the punishment was simple, but the problem is baby porter is, unlike most pogues, terribly shy.

“guys i don’t think i can do it,” she says, glancing across the boneyard where rafe was standing. he has an arm wrapped around his sister, sarah, laughing with kelce and topper about god knows what.

“you lost, baby, you gotta do it. deal’s a deal,” jj says.

“deal’s a deal,” she breathes out. “okay. i can do this.”

“you can do this,” kie assures.

baby stands from the log she was sat in, crossing the sandy expanse until she was right in the lion’s den of kooks. also unlike most pogues, baby got along with most of the kooks—she wasn’t like other pogues, which meant she wasn’t treated like one. so her presence didn’t seem to unnerve anyone in the group.

“sup, baby,” topper says, throwing back a swig of his beer.

“hi baby,” sarah says with a warm smile, “what’s up?”

“uh, well, actually…” baby straightens her back, clearing her throat and doing the best to sound as confident as she can. “i’m here to talk to rafe.”

“me?” rafe asks, pointing the lip of his bottle to his own chest.

“mhm,” baby says with a nod.

the kooks ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ at this, making rafe mutter threats at them as he follows baby away. she shoots the pogues a glance—a final plea to be done with this, but they all just give her encouraging thumbs-ups. so she continues to lead rafe to a more secluded area.

“am i in trouble with the pogue princess?” he teases.

“don’t call me that,” baby says through a whisper.

baby isn’t sure when she earned the nickname “pogue princess” but she didn’t like it, not one bit. it made her feel weird, but for some reason the nickname coming from rafe’s lips didn’t seem to bother her as much as it normally would. but she quietly scolds him all the same.

they both take a seat on a large branch that washed ashore, rafe’s whole body turned towards baby as he awaits whatever it is she dragged him out here for. baby clears her throat, uncrossing her legs just to cross them back over.

“so, rafe…” she says.

he lets out a laugh. “so, baby…” he takes a sip of his beer. “what d’ya need?”

if baby has learned one thing from her pogue friends, it’d be to just “let it rip” in any circumstance that could remotely use that advice. so that’s what she does.

“will you go on a date with me?” she asks, words tumbling out faster than even she can comprehend.

“what?” he asks with another laugh, “i have no idea what you just said, b.”

she clears her throat again, sitting up straighter. “i said…” she looks down at her nails, picking at the pink polish coating them. “will you go on a date with me?”

she braces herself for rafe’s reaction. she expects laughter, for him to holler in her face and say the big “no” as if she just asked him for a million dollars.

“sure.”

her eyes bug out of her head, head snapping up to look at him. “what did you just say?”

“sure,” he repeats.

“y— you wanna go on a date? with me?” she asks. a small smile raises to his lips, the smile turning into a quiet chuckle. he nods, and baby’s eyes only widen further. “seriously?”

“yeah, i mean, you’re cute,” he says, “why not?”

her skin burns at the compliment. “you think i’m cute?”

“why do you sound so surprised? you know you’re cute,” he says.

“no i don’t,” she says.

“well…” rafe scoots closer to her, his cologne invading her senses. “i can assure you…” he kisses her left cheek. “that you, baby…” then her right. “are very cute.” his lips meet hers, just for a moment. the kiss is over almost as soon as it began and baby porter is still left a blubbering mess after it. her mouth opens to speak, then closes, then reopens. no words come out though, making rafe laugh just a little more. “how about tomorrow night? i’ll pick you up at around seven?”

she nods wordlessly and he chuckles.

“i’ll see you then,” he says, standing from the branch. he holds out a hand to her and she takes it, letting him pull her up effortlessly.

“see ya,” she breathes out.

he leans over, pressing a kiss to her cheek before walking away. she stands there stunned for far too long, and when she finally snaps back to reality she scurries back to her friends.

“how’d it go?” john b asks.

“should we start planning the wedding?” jj asks.

“he… he said yes,” baby says.

kiara’s head nearly snaps off from how quickly she turns, pope drops his beer on the sand, john b’s jaw falls slack, and jj spits out the beer in his mouth.

“he what?” pope asks.

“you’re going on a date with rafe cameron?” jj asks. before baby can answer, he howls with laughter. “oh my god, that is priceless!”

but, for some odd reason, baby porter didn’t find this funny—not even a little bit, not even at all.

“what are you even worried about?” jj asks, “it’s rafe fucking cameron. you don’t need to impress the guy, you just need to get this over with.”

a honk from outside pulls baby’s attention away from her friends. “that’s him.”

“we’ll walk you out,” pope says. baby turns to pope with a scrunched face. “what? it’s for safety reasons.”

baby sighs, reluctantly standing and allowing her four friends to follow her out of the chateau. rafe is on his phone, standing next to his car, and looks up at the sound of the front door shutting. he looks over baby’s outfit—a sundress over a bikini, just in case. his eyebrows raise as he looks her over, then his face falls as he notices the pogues behind her.

“have her home by eight,” jj says.

“jay, it’s only seven,” baby says, shooting jj a glare.

“fine. eight thirty,” he says.

“ignore him,” baby says with a small, nervous giggle. rafe laughs with her, but it’s evidently forced for her comfort.

“just, don’t do anything stupid,” kiara says, ever the blunt one in the group. “bring her back in one piece, okay?”

“okay,” rafe says, in hopes that they’d go away. and his wish is granted because they all reluctantly head back inside, tossing looks over their shoulders at baby. she doesn’t seem to notice though. no, not when her focus is on the tall man in front of her.

“hi,” she says.

he smiles. “hi.” he makes his way to her, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips that makes her heart flutter.

and the rest of the night goes the same. he brings her onto the druthers for a picnic under the stars, bringing them to the middle of the ocean so they have privacy, the stars and a few candles being the only light they have on the deck of the boat.

“have you ever gone night swimming?” baby asks.

“hasn’t everyone?” rafe asks. both of them are laying next to each other, most of the food packed away by now. they stare up at the stars as the silence of the night engulfs them, only breaking the silence every so often.

“probably,” baby says with a laugh, “i guess that was a silly question.”

“did you want to?” he asks, turning his head to look at her. “did you want to go night swimming?”

she turns to him with a bright smile, nodding rapidly. rafe gets up from his spot, helping baby up. he strips off his shirt as she gets rid of her dress. rafe runs and dives off the end of the boat and baby follows him, diving into the cold ocean. they both resurface, letting out joyous laughs when they see each other. 

despite everything she’s been told about rafe cameron, baby actually finds herself having the best night of her life with him. her heart sinks a little at the thought of everyone’s judgements making it take this long for her to ever get to know the beautiful boy in front of her.

“why are you frowning?” rafe asks.

“oh, am i? i didn’t mean to,” she says. baby swims closer to him and he grabs her, letting her wrap herself around him.

“are you not enjoying the date?” he asks.

“no, i am!” she exclaims, her heart quickening at the thought of him believing this is anything other than perfect. “i’m loving tonight, honest!”

“then what’s wrong?” he asks, tucking a soaked strand of hair behind her ear.

“it’s just… you’re so different than what i expected,” she says, “i wish i had asked you sooner.”

rafe doesn’t bother with words. he was never good with words anyways. instead he presses his lips to hers, their lips moving passionately with one another. heads twisting as baby holds onto rafe just that much tighter. like he might slip away if she doesn’t, like the moment might fade to nothing if she lets him go.

the brush of something against her leg has baby scrambling to climb rafe, ruining their perfect kiss as she yelps.

“what was that! something touched my foot!” she exclaims. rafe breaks into a fit of laughter, but she’s still trying to climb him as if he’s a tree. “it’s not funny, rafe!”

she quickly swims over to the side of the boat, hauling herself up and shivering on the ledge. he follows her up and guides her inside. the air is warmer down below and rafe wraps a towel around baby’s shoulders.

“there you go,” he whispers.

“thank you,” she says with a shy smile.

rafe responds by reconnecting their lips, cupping her cheek with one hand as the other lands on her waist. her arms wrap around his neck, letting her hands move through his hair. when his tongue slips against hers, caressing it sensually, she lets out a whimper that goes straight to rafe’s dick.

he gently nudges her down onto the couch. he hovers above her without detaching their lips. he pulls at the tie of her bikini top, slipping the fabric away. he pulls back and looks down at her with hearts in his eyes.

“wow,” he whispers. baby crosses her arm over her chest, but he gently pries it away to continue admiring her. then, he dives in. his lips wrap around one nipple, his hand massaging the other. he switches after some time, leaving baby to mewl at the sensations he’s causing. 

“kiss me again,” she says, trying to pull him up. he obliges, climbing back up to bring their lips back to their prior rhythmic dance together. his hand slips down her body, falling beneath her bikini bottom and massaging her wet slit. she lets out a quiet whimper as he gathers the wetness on his fingers, then a loud moan when he brings his fingers to her clit.

“you like that?” he asks. she nods her head and he dips back down to kiss her, swallowing every moan that falls from her pretty lips.

he slowly pushes one finger inside of her, then another. leaving her a mess underneath him. she grinds up towards him, chasing her own release.

“rafe, please,” she pleads as he slips his fingers in and out of her.

“please what, baby?” he pants. she’s past using words at this point, too lost in her own pleasure to make her mouth form anything coherent. so she takes matters into her own hands, literally. she drops her hand down to cup him, massaging him through his board shorts. she slips her hand inside, wrapping her tiny hand around his length. they both grind into one another’s hands, chasing their highs. when they both get their release they lay there, content with one another’s company. 

interrupted by the ringing of baby’s phone, they both reluctantly go back to the deck to retrieve the device.

“did he kidnap you? what’s taking so long?” kiara asks.

baby rolls her eyes, “i’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“tomorrow?” john b shrieks.

“goodbye guys.”

since that night, rafe and baby have been inseparable. in secret, that is. both went home to report to their friends that the date was just a bust, both knowing that if their friends knew about their successful date that they’d never hear the end of it. so that’s how the relationship went. sneaking out late at night, long weekends spent alone together, calls until the early morning. it worked for them — secret, intimate, and just perfect.

[elssero]

/ MASKED

-elssero kintober

-ghostface!dabi x reader, college au!, loser!dabi, costume party, mentions of alcohol and drugs, bathroom sex, unprotected sex, actually really cute, dabi is insecure:. maybe a tiny bit ooc, but it's very cute.

a costume party? what a bore. there's a small itch in the back of your head- a silent plea. telling you to just go home- end the night early.

you were supposed to be studying tonight, a huge test was right around the corner and you knew you needed the extra hours looking over the content.

you couldn't help yourself when your roommate barged into your room an hour earlier begging you to join her and her friends. you deserved a break? right? you'd spend the entire day going over course work and a few hours wouldn't hurt?

rushing to get dressed and leave at the same time as her is a challenge but you refused to show up by yourself- far too nervous to even think about it.

your costume- if it could even be considered one is just a little pair of black cat ears, paired with the first matching outfit you pulled from your wardrobe.

the music in the house is far too loud for your alcohol levels- finding yourself next to an assortment of drinks layed out on a table. eventually finding your drink of choice. you turn around to talk to your roommate after what had to be only a few seconds to find her completely vanished-

great.

studying the crowds around you for a second- not finding any familiar faces you decide to make your way outside- recognising who you think to be a girl from your english class.

"oh hey!- sorry your uraraka right?" your silently hoping that she accepts your attempt at conversation seeing as you can't find anyone you actually know.

"uh yes i am?" she looks at you puzzled for a minute and you internally curse yourself for expecting her to recognise you-

"oh wait i know you! you sit behind me in english right? yn?" oh thank god.

"yes that's me! i'm sorry for barging into your conversation like this but my roommate quite literally disappeared on me." she only smiles at you in return-and your incredibly grateful.

"no don't worry about it! uh- if anything i'm glad you ran into me! i've been meaning to talk to you about what we're doing in class right now-" she rubs her hands together as she talks- clearly a little nervous.

"i'm struggling to fully understand what the professor wants us to do with this assignment thing-but you seem to get it pretty well? i was hoping you'd maybe explain it to me?" you flash the girl infront of you a teasing grin before asking for her number-promising you'll send her a text tomorrow so you guys can find a more appropriate time to meet up and discuss your project.

"hey um- do you know that guy over there? the one in the mask?" the girl points at a man with dark hair as she eyes him up suspiciously. "he's like- totally staring right at you- it's actually kind of creepy.."

you follow her line of sight and your immediately uneasy- his costume seems to be put together at the last minute, much like your own. but to say the vibe he gives off matches the mask would be an understatement.

despite his eyes being completely covered- his stare sends shivers up your spine. "uh- i'm not sure?"

"it doesn't look like you have much time to figure it out- he's heading this way." okay- this is fine. it's probably just some frat guy trying to be creepy.

uraraka doesn't stay by your side to figure it out- she leaves with a wink and a hushed good luck and by the time you turn around your face to face with the masked stranger.

"uh- hello there?" you try not to sound as nervous as you feel it's hard with the way he looms over you.

he seems to catch the nervousness in your voice-chuckling before he speaks- "sorry- did i scare you?"

his voice- despite the rasp is far nicer than you would've expected, the tease in his voice is evident.

"didn't mean to make you nervous- just wanted to introduce myself." you can't see the smirk on his face but you can hear it. "i'm dabi"

"i'm not nervous. just drunk- and on high alert." the he moves closer- you feel more at ease after hearing his name, certain you've heard it before.

"what'd say we head back inside- get something to drink."

a part of you wishes you'd said no- but you didn't. you allowed to him take your hand and lead you back inside. you let him fix you up some mixture of drinks that for the record tasted better than anything else you'd had to drink tonight and you'd let yourself relax- spend time with him.

the touches of your waist hadn't gone unnoticed- the way his hand lingered on yours when he passed you a cup- his arm looping around your shoulder when men approached- he seemed to like the game.

you however- we're getting sick and tired of the game. the heat pooling in your stomach was only growing with each of his little touches. enough was enough.

you grab his hand, forcing him to follow you into the first empty room you can find before you shut the door- locking it quickly behind you.

"woah pretty- what's going on? you okay?" you can't tell if the concern in his voice is false or not- but the way his hands grip your waist indicates he has ulterior motives.

your not the kind of person- you don't have one night stands- especially not with strangers, strangers whose faces you haven't even seen.

but with dabi it feels different- almost as though you can't help it, not with the heat growing in your core.

finding it difficult to find the words- instead opting to run your hands along his arms- hooking them together around his neck.

"what're you doing?" there's a laugh- a joke in his voice that completely contrasts with your seriousness-

"do you want me?"

it seems to stop his movements- the small circles he was tracing on your waist come to a hold and for a second you think you've got the wrong idea- "are you crazy?" he lets out a chuckle "of course i fucking want you"

"then what's taking you so long" it's said with newly found confidence.

"you haven't even seen my face?" some may take this as judgement- but you can tell there's more to it-something hidden. "¡ don't care" those three simple words seems to shock him.

"how?- how can you not care?" it's weird how within the hours that you've spent with the man you haven't felt the need to see what he looks like- it just feels right. "what you look like doesn't matter- jus' want you"

"fuck- baby are you sure?" his voice is strained- laced with a mix of hope and confusion. his hands begin to dig into your waist.

"yes- yes i'm sure" pulling him towards you by his neck- bringing him closer "need you- please-"

"okay- okay baby i got you-" he feels insane- crazy. to have somehow ended up so close to you, with your hands around his neck.

he'd been holding back- of course he has. he'd wanted you for as long as he can remember-you'd never know of course, that he'd had a silly crush on you for weeks.

you hike your clothes away from your lower half-exposing yourself, he has to take a second to double check he's still breathing before he shoves your underwear to the side-

he runs a finger across your slit- the dampness evident "fuck- baby your soaked." his pace is slow-

"your such a tease- been doing it all night" he lets out a chuckle at this "m'sorry- c'mere let me make it up to you-" before he slides a finger in before adding another. "oh-fuck" he slides his fingers in and out, keeping a steady pace "gotta prep you- gotta have you cum on my fingers first-"

he changes the angle slightly- fingers hitting a different spot "oh-oh" he takes notice of your reaction- increasing his pace "you like that?" you can't answer him as well as you'd like- he takes the increasing volume of your moans as a yes- "you gonna cum on my fingers pretty?"

it seems that the "yeah- just like that- let it go" you feel it coming- a release in your stomach before it happens- your cumming "dabi- fuck!"

he halts- seemingly staring at you as your mouth drops- listening to your moans as they leave your mouth-"you think you can go again?" there's an eagerness in his voice- one you can't refuse "yeah-yeah i wanna go again"

you grap at him- hand running over his bulge- not being able to waste a second before you take it out-trying not to seem shocked at the size. "wanna feel you-"

you go to take him in your hand before his is around your wrist- halting your movements "shit- baby don't talk like that"

"please- want it" and he groans- a low, deep sound.

"and i wanna last more than ten seconds-" he says it breathlessly- barely touched and he's already losing his mind.

he aligns himself- tip hitting your folds and you hear another deep moan from behind the mask."oh fuck-baby"

it's weird how intimate it is when he slips into you-moans mixing together with ease- your head falling back as he bottoms out.

"fuck- oh god." he moves against you without rhythm- instead it's desperate, rushed. "you f-feel so good"

it's unpracticed- but god does it feel good, it's like he's wanted this forever- the feeling is rubbing off on you"d-don't stop-"

"feel good baby?" he sounds cocky, and you can't even blame him because it does feel good "yeah-feels good"

it doesn't take him long before he's unraveling "fuck-think i'm gonna cum" he can't be blamed- he has wanted this forever. "it's fine- i'm protected" the sentence seems to enlighten something in him- his thrusts get faster- more uncontrolled "holy shit"

"fuck are you sure?" you wouldn't normally- but something about him just feels so right, so you let him.

"fuck- you can cum in me- it's okay" it's all the confirmation he needs before he's completely lost-blinded by pleasure "fuck baby- m'cumming!"

his face falls- landing in the crook of your neck, in the mist of his pleasure he doesn't notice how his mask gets caught in your hair- tugging it away from his face- falling to the ground with a loud thud.

you don't notice it either- not until you've came down from your high. he moves his head away from your neck- a loopy smile on his face as your eyes catch his, clearly still coming down from his own high.

it's not until he notices that your jaw has dropped-eyes wide when he thinks something might be wrong- he goes to speak- to ask if your okay before you beat him to it.

"touya?"

in an instant his eyes are blown even wider than yours- he wants to move, terrified of how you'll react know that you who he really is.

"it is you! i knew i recognised your voice" he blinks at you- your voice doesn't seem laced with any sort of malice, if anything there's a touch of excitement "oh god i hope this doesn't make class awkward."

this can't be right- surely not. why do you seem so calm about this? "uh- are you okay? you seem kinda out of it?"

"what's going on?" he seems kind of lost for words."why aren't you weirded out?" his frustration and confusion only makes you giggle.

"well- i've always thought u were cute, all quiet and mysterious." you give him a smile before continuing.

"this is a win for me."

he again- doesn't reply to you, instead looks at you in shock as you tidy yourself up, drunkly giggling to yourself as you do.

"hey uh- how about we get a ride back to my place, pick up some food on the way?" he can't fathom this- how cool you seem to be, how calm.

"uh- okay? sure." he's losing his mind he thinks, fixing himself up he lets you take his hand, dragging him out of the random bathroom you'd found yourself in.

you remind silent until you've dragged him all the way out of the house, fumbling your way to street while you wait on an uber "your kinda stupid touya- a cute stupid."

he fidgets with his fingers- but he doesn't fight the smile that appears on his face. "whatever- your paying for your own food."

[a-killer-obsession]

Pretty Boy [Killer x Reader]

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

You get more than you bargained for when Killer is dared to let you take photos of him in some special jewellery. Inspired by this post.

CW: sub!killer, afab reader, smut, use of horse crop, light bdsm, praise kink, oral sex (giving and receiving), p in v sex, creampie, face sitting

WC: ~3.5k

Masterlist || A03

“Okay Kil!” Quincy slurred, wobbling in place in a drunken haze, “Your turn! Truth or dare?”

“I never agreed to this game,” he grumbled, taking a long sip of his drink with the straw that threaded through a hole in his mask.

“What, you a fuckin’ coward Kil?” Kid laughed. Killer made a small growl-like sound under his mask and relented, nobody was calling him a coward.

“Fine, dare,” he replied. Quincy squealed in delight.

“You gotta let [y/n] dress you up and take photos!” She clapped, chuffed with herself.

“Quincy!” You snapped back at her, almost choking on your drink in surprise.

“Ah, ah,” she tutted, waggling a very drunk finger, “remember that jewellery you found last raid?”

Fucking Quincy, she was right, Killer would look so fucking good in it, but she was absolutely also doing this because she knew you had hots for the first mate.

“Hang on now, what are we talking?” Killer asked nervously.

“Don't worry baby, I won't make you take the mask off,” you replied, trying to feign confidence but at the same time really fucking anxious about this whole thing, “but you gotta take your shirt off, to show off the jewellery of course”

Killer grumbled as he thought about it. It was clear to anyone with eyes that under his usual selection of probably too small t-shirts that he was sculpted like an Adonis, but he wasn't as confident with his body as the other commanders. The others would happily walk around naked if given the chance, while you could only get a glimpse of his bare chest on the rare occasion he went swimming. For you though, maybe he could let himself go. He'd long since accepted his attraction to you, not that he'd ever admit it to anyone. Fuck, maybe he was a coward. “Only [y/n] sees the photos?” he asked, though it was more of a plea.

“Fineeeee,” Quincy whined, giving you a look that absolutely translated to ‘you fucking owe me’.

“Okay,” Killer relented with a heavy sigh.

“Atta boy,” Kid smacked him on the shoulder, “look at you, so brave”

“Shut the fuck up Kid,” Killer grumbled.

“So uh… what am I wearing?” Killer asked, sitting nervously on the edge of his bed. The two of you were still a little tipsy, but anxiety had certainly sobered both of you a great deal. Both of you thought maybe you could avoid this altogether if you waited long enough for Quincy to forget, but she was having none of that, grabbing the jewellery from the girl's bunkroom herself and shoving you both towards Killer's room, fuck she was strong when she's drunk. You lifted the piece of jewellery from it's box, long interconnecting strings of fake diamonds that formed a sort of harness. He looked at it with a hitched breath, that thing was gonna barely cover anything.

“Shirt off, Massacre Soldier,” you ordered with faux confidence, fiddling with the harness to figure out the best way to get it on him, “I'll have to help you get it on”

“Oh… okay,” he took a deep breath and pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it towards his hamper. Fuck, he really was well built, with a thin blond happy trail and smooth, very lickable chest. You shook the distraction from your head and approached him with the harness. The crystals glinted in the light as you walked, Killer taking deep calming breaths to keep himself steady.

The easiest connection was the neck, so you attached that first, Killer having to hold his great mane of hair out of the way as he sat sideways on the bed and you knelt on the mattress behind him. Next was his back, your fingers smoothing over his chest and leaving goosebumps as you searched for the clasp, finding it with a small ‘ah huh!’ and pulling it around to clasp it in the middle of his back. The last clasp was at his hips, and his breath hitched as your hands followed the single line of crystals that ran down his front to where the remainder of the harness sat pooled in his lap. Clasps successfully located, you brought them around to fix them at the small of his back, swathes of crystals falling over his hips.

You stood to admire the finished product, which fit Killer like a glove just as Quincy had predicted. There was a line around his neck, which connected to one long line that ran all the way down to his happy trail. Over his chest the lines cupped under his pecs, connecting at the back and fastened to the neck at the sides of his pecs, with two additional lines that ran from the center to the top outer edges, framing his nipples. At his hips another line ran around him, and from it on either side were multiple draped lines of crystals that sat loosely over his side, though right now they awkwardly caught on his jeans.

“I gotta lower your jeans a little,” you hummed, and Killer's chest started to go red. You smirked, how could someone so attractive be so shy about his body? It was adorable, really, and gave you a boost of confidence knowing how flustered you were making him.

You pulled him to stand, and looked into the icy blue eyes you could see through the holes of his mask as you removed his sash and unzipped his jeans, hooking your fingers into the waistband of the pants and his briefs underneath and lowering them till they sat just above his cock, the deep v of his muscles and the well trimmed blond mass of pubes now exposed, pale against his tanned flesh. His breath was haggard as you stepped back and admired him, satisfied now that the crystals were able to hang against his bare skin. Now how to pose him?

“On your knees, soldier, arms behind your back,” you commanded. Normally he would have replied with a growl, only Kid had the authority to order him around, but he found himself dropping to his knees before his brain could protest the action, the drapes of stones on his hips making a flurried clicking sound as he moved. The sudden obedience surprised but pleased you, you were sure you'd gone too far with that request, but seeing Killer on his knees, his cock millimetres from exposure, his arms positioned as though he was bound, sent electricity straight to your core.

Before he could change his mind you grabbed the photo den-den and started snapping pictures. It was a polaroid style, only one copy could be made of each photo, no digital copies, as per the agreement you'd come to with Killer a little later. Something black under the corner of the bed caught your eye as you snapped photos, and his mask followed you nervously as you bent down beside him and retrieved it.

“Wow Kil, you're a lot kinkier than I took you for,” you smirked, examining the riding crop in your hand. Funny, there were no horses on board. You heard him swallow hard, saw the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he did so, mask fixed on the item in your hand. Caught red handed, curse the rocking of the ship for knocking it out of place, he should have done a better job of checking his room before allowing you in. “Now is this for use on others, or for use on you?” you asked as you whipped the tool, making a whistling sound as it sliced through the air next to him.

“M-me,” he finally answered. The answer surprised and aroused you, you'd never had guessed in a million years that Killer was a submissive, but it was becoming painfully obvious, slick pooling between you legs the more you thought about it.

“May I?” You purred, and he nodded slowly. You pushed the tip of it against his chin, forcing it up and exposing his thick neck. You snapped a few more pictures of him like that before setting the snail aside, far more interested in this new entertainment now as a clear tent formed in his jeans, the very base of his thick cock now visible as the fabric shifted. You bit your bottom lip noticing the thin trip of hardening flesh, running the crop down his front, following the line of crystals. “Such a pretty thing,” you hummed.

His hand grabbed the end of the crop, moving it till the leather loop at the end pressed against his nipple, a small, barely audible, whimper escaping him from under the mask. “You want me to hit you there?” You asked with a raised brow. His mask moved as he nodded and let go of the crop, hand returning to behind his back as he braced himself. Hesitantly you pulled back, before smacking him lightly with the crop.

“Harder,” he pleaded. You pulled back again, hitting him much harder, leaving a fresh red mark over his nipple as you pulled it away. He let out a small pleased groan, his hips bucking a little, exposing more of his length. “More”

You happily obliged, alternating between his two nipples and laying hard smacks against them with the delicate tool, making him groan and buck more. His jeans finally gave way with one last buck, his fully erect and leaking cock now exposed and at attention. You swore under your breath at the sight of it, thick and long and swollen with need, a drop of precum beading at the tip. You ran the crop down his front, pausing above his cock hesitantly, expecting him to stop you, but he remained still, his hands back behind his back obediently, his mask fixed on you. You bit your lip and ran the crop over the top of his length, rubbing the leather loop against the leaking tip, smearing his precum. You pressed it to the base of the underside where his shaft met his balls, running it up the length, his cock twitching against the leather. “So fucking pretty,” you breathed.

“All- all for you,” he mewled, rutting against the crop. You couldn't take it anymore, you were practically dripping with arousal just looking at him, the harness sparkling under the bedroom lights as he tried desperately to get friction against the small leather tip.

You dropped the crop and rushed at him, pushing him to the floor and attacking his neck with your mouth. You made shallow bites, leaving welts along his throat and shoulder, the usually stoic first mate whining and writhing under you as your nails dragged down his front. You pinched his reddened nipples as you moved down, pulling needy sounds from him, biting and licking and kissing your way down his front, running your tongue under the line of jewellery. Finally you reached his weeping cock, repurposing one hand to wrap around his base while your tongue ran up the underside and lapped at the precum, rubbing over the sensitive tip with your wet muscle before taking him in your mouth with a pleased hum. He swore under his breath as you bobbed your head, using your hand to service what you couldn't fit. One of his hands wound into your hair and guided your speed while the other clawed at the rug underneath him, his back arching off the floor as you took more of him, till his tip hit the back of your throat and your gagging vibrated the sensitive flesh.

A thin string of saliva connected your mouth to the head of his cock as you pulled off for air, looking at him with a half lidded, lust-addled gaze. “So pretty,” you purred, running your tongue up the underside of his twitching cock, “so fucking pretty”

“Shit, [y/n],” Killer gasped as you swallowed him again, his hips moving on their own accord and making swallow thrusts into your mouth, “I'm gonna- fuck- I'm gonna cum- hnng”

The hand that wasn't pumping the base of his cock travelled back up his body, playing with the jewellery for a moment before pinching and pulling at his nipple again. He let out a string of curses and whines as his hand pulled tight on your hair, holding you in place as he thrust up into you and released thick ropes of cum down your throat, leaving a trail over your tongue as he pulled out. He collapsed flat against the floor, his limbs limp around him, his hair fanned out over the rug like a cape, the jewellery and sweat on his body shimmering with every heaving breath he took. You licked the dripping remnants of his cum from his cock, eagerly swallowing his load and licking your lips, the lewdness of it making him whine.

You stood and grabbed the snail, and Killer made no attempt to move as you took more photos of him in his euphoric state, his cock already half hard again at the open shamelessness of you taking photos of him after absolutely sucking any remnant of a coherent thought right out of him via his dick.

Not wanting to test the limits of the precarious situation, you gathered your few things and made for the door, but not before Killer could scramble to you, wrapping himself around your thighs, bare under the miniskirt of the dress you wore. You let out a surprised gasp as his hands travelled up your legs, groping at your plush flesh, his mask pressing between them as he looked up at you.

“Please don't go,” he begged, “let me make you feel good, please, I wanna make you feel good. I'll be so good for you, so good”

You put down your things and stepped back towards him, your feet either side of his legs as he knelt on the floor. He reached up to his mask and you held your breath as he removed it, looking up at you with those deep blue eyes, darkened and almost black with lust, and purple tinted lips that immediately went to work kissing and licking your thighs. You pulled your dress up and over your head, leaving you in only your bra and panties, and he hooked his fingers under the panties to slide them down, stepping out of them so he could remove them entirely. His mouth travelled up the inside of your thighs, moving up and up till he was nosing at your folds, his eyes still locked with yours till he closed his to delve between your legs. You moaned as his tongue ran between your folds, letting him support your weight with his hands on your ass so you could crouch a little to give him better access.

He grunted into your folds, unsatisfied with what he could reach, and he started laying back flat, pulling you down with him till you were straddling his face. You were powerless to his motions as he held you tight against him and ate you out like a man starved, his moans vibrating against your cunt and making you shudder. “Killlll~” you whined, one hand fisting his thick hair as he encouraged you to roll against him, grinding your clit against his strong tongue. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, so good, so fucking good”

He gave your clit a harsh suck, snapping your coil, your orgasm rocking through you as he supported your weight and kept you flush to his mouth. He let you go limp against his chest as your high passed, both of you panting heavy, Killer pressing kisses to whatever he could reach of your thighs, his dick back to full mast beside your face. You could smell his arousal, and you turned your head to make kitten licks against his cock.

“I wanna fuck you,” he panted against the soft skin of your inner thigh, groping at the flesh on the outer side, “need to feel you cum on my cock, please”

All you could reply with was a needy whine, doing your best to sit back up so you could shuffle your ass back down his body, the jewellery catching against your skin and tugging as you moved. You rubbed your slick pussy weakly against his erection, your legs jelly from your orgasm. In one swift movement he grabbed your hips and the back of your head, flipping you so you lay underneath him, protecting your head from hitting the floor while also winding his fingers through your hair. His mouth latched on to your throat, marking your skin as his hands travelled down your body, the draping sections of the jewellery over his hips hanging down and brushing over yours. They clinked and jingled as he rutt his cock against you, rubbing it against your clit, before his moving hands reached where your legs were spread for him and he took himself in his palm, lining himself up and plunging into you, sheathing himself to the base with one deeo thrust and needy groan. Your back arched as he knelt between your legs, holding both of your hips in a bruising hold as he started a desperate, brutal pace, making you cry out in pleasure and claw at the rug. Your hand ran up his front, playing with the harness, admiring the way it sparkled as he fucked you, you eyes travelling upwards to his unmasked face. His head was thrown back, blond hair falling around his shoulders like a curtain of gold, brows furrowed in concentration. His purple lipstick was smeared, no doubt coating the skin on your thighs and neck and between your legs, a glistening of your silk still coating his chin.

“So pretty Kil, such a good boy,” you purred, your thumb running over his lower lip. He looked at you with wide, hungry eyes, his tongue poking out and running up your thumb before taking the digit in his mouth and sucking on it, letting out a whine as his thrusts increased in speed and depth and his fingers left deep purple bruises on your hips. His hands only left them to pull down your bra, the last piece of clothing you still had on, taking fists full of your breasts till his hands moved back to your hips, watching your tits bounce with every hard thrust as he fucked you like an animal in heat on his bedroom floor.

White hot pleasure was running through your body as your orgasm ran dangerously close, and you removed your thumb from his mouth to claw at his forearms, long deep moans pulled from you as he felt you start to flutter around him.

“Cum for me, please,” he whined, “‘m so close, so close, cum on my cock please”

“You've been such a good boy Kil,” you panted, “gonna cum for you- gonna- fuck, fuck, I'm cumming”

Your back arched of the floor and you saw sparkles in your vision as you came hard, clamping down around him and forcing him to cum with you, already teetering so close to the edge before your walls started milking every last drop he had. He painted your insides white with his seed, his hips stuttering before they stilled, collapsing to hover over you, focusing the last of his energy into keeping his weight from crushing you till he had no choice but to pull out and roll to lay beside you on the floor.

You rolled to your side to curl up against him, his skin scalding to the touch from the heavy physical activity, sweat rolling down his skin and catching on the gemstones of his harness. You played with the threads of glass stones, running your hands under them against Killer's skin, enjoying the luxurious and rare view.

“Fuck, I've wanted to do that for so long,” he puffed finally.

“Yeah? Me too,” you hummed.

“Then why the jewellery? Why not just come out with it?” He panted, his head turning to meet your eyes with his. You hand travelled up his chest and neck until you could cup his sharp cheek, running your thumb over it, drinking in his unmasked face.

“Pretty things for a pretty boy,” you replied, and you could see just the hint of the corner of his mouth curling upwards. Before he could accidentally show you the smile he was so self conscious about, he rolled over entirely and captured your mouth with his, his tongue hot and dominating against yours as he pulled you to press flush against him.

“Your pretty boy,” he mumbled against your neck as he moved to attack it.

“All mine,” you smiled.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Fury for the Living (1) | Yandere Ghost Detective

Cypher is a prodigy detective 

Officially on the police force now he’s been a raging force for unraveling piles of cold cases across the country

He was truly a talented man

Alas aspiring detectives and veterans in the field can only speculate what gives him such amazing insight in every case

They’d never guess what the ace up his sleeve is 

One of the sole factors other than his prodigious charm that made him the amazing detective he was

He could see ghosts

Apparitions, yokais, curses—you name it

Thanks to their undead input Cypher’s been able to piece together a case with nothing but a single clue

It’s his thing

It didn’t matter if he wasn’t exactly moved by justice

Or that he often hated that he had to speak with ghosts often

There was nowhere he could really go that didn’t have ghosts and the undead chatting and whining in his ear

Except for one place

An abandoned and rotted mansion in a restricted area in the forest

Or it was 

Until he found you

“Hm, I didn’t know anyone was still coming here.”

He outwardly groaned, facepalming as he prepared for your desperate plea to be help with their ‘unfinished business’

But you didn’t 

You smiled at him before skipping back up the stairs and through the wall

For a while, he’s just glad you didn’t bother him longer going back to reading his book

But then he’s pulling at his hair as the feeling he’s been ignoring hits him full force

“So what happened to you?”

“Huh?”

“Tch, look I’ve been comin’ here every day and you never say a word. I’m tired of you being polite. Just tell me already.”

“I…actually don’t know…”

“What.” 

“I just remember waking up and being….free. I don’t remember much else.”

It isn’t odd that the undead don’t remember

But not caring about it is another

For once he’s intrigued, so after a while he pries a first name out of you 

Then he begins his search 

Finding all the records about your life or death is completely scrubbed

“I don’t know that’s awfully weird ain't it?”

Similar to him, the prodigy police chief has no idea as well

Thus a weird bud of excitement blooms 

“I’m going to solve your case!”

“Uh okay, if that makes you happy.”

So he visits so much more often 

Having to talk to you about your past 

A past you don’t remember

So he elects to bring whatever he thinks might interest you

Along with taking note of what’s in the dilapidated manor

Rotten books, old gaming systems, some form of music, paints and pens

He gets to know you pretty well

“I think Cypher if I were alive again, I’d love to spend time with you.”

“...Really?”

“Yeah, you’re a real good friend.”

You have no idea what you do to him

He thought this newfound investigation would consume his mind like all good detectives had

But instead, he was thinking of you

Standing and walking beside him like you weren’t a ghost

Cutely tilting your head when he makes a joke you don’t understand

It sends blood rushing in places it hadn’t when he found out you could touch him

Casually tapping on his exposed shoulder to reveal a secret passageway

He used to complain to himself about how far he’d have to walk to get to his little place of paradise

But now he was complaining when the station was calling him in

“Hey (Y/n)...have you ever tried leaving the manor?”

“Mmm no.”

“Why not?”

“Never a reason to.”

“Then let’s try something new.”

He’s ecstatic when you can follow him into his car and eventually his apartment

But then he’s reminded of all the annoying nuisances that he was trying to avoid

“Hey everyone! Cypher’s all pooped out maybe we can give him a break?”

As if you were an exorcist all those ghosts seemed to understand 

Letting you organize them in the room over while Cypher locks himself into the bedroom

“You’re….amazing.”

“Oh thank you? I think you’re amazing too Cypher.”

“I don’t think you understand (Y/n)...I desperately want to marry you.”

“But Cypher you know I’m dead, right?”

“I can easily change that to be with you.”

“Cypher don’t!” 

Now he’s got to fight himself about solving this case

If he gets to the bottom of your death, he’d lose you

So he might stall a bit 

At least until he finds a small bit of evidence pointing to your death from a murder

“You were…murdered?!”

“Was I? That sucks.”

You’re right it sucks

And now Cypher’s motivated with one thing

Revenge

How dare some dirtbag kill you before he got to meet you?!

Put you in any amount of pain when you so easily are the light of his?! 

He vows that whosever is the cause of your death will pay greatly 

And he’s willing to put everything on the line to solve your case

I think I smell a series coming out of this 🖤🖤🖤🖤

[2baddiesfanfics]

Where We Belong

Pairing: Caitlyn x Vi

Tags: Sexual Overstimulation, Vaginal Fingering, Angst, Power Dynamics

Summary:

Struggling with fitting into Caitlyn's new squad, Violet does her best to make friends. Nevertheless, it seems her coworkers see her as too dangerous to get close to. The commander notices something's up, and calls her girlfriend into her office for a pep talk (One of two fics written for #TopCaitlynWeek).

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“Heyyyy! It’s lunch o’clock. Wanna grab some grub?” Violet asked before accidentally sending a few pages of a report fluttering to the floor. Her newest coworker, Elowen, tried not to sigh too loud at the disruption.

“So sorry, but I’ll have to pass today. I told the commander I’d have this in before my shift ended,” the young enforcer half-heartedly apologized. “Maybe one of the others has some time?”

“Oh, sure. No worries. Next time!” She quickly grabbed the paper off the ground and set it crookedly back on the desk before moving on to her second choice. A young man who reminded her of Mylo if he had had the chance to grow up sat talking to someone she didn’t recognize.

Must be from a different department.

“Garrick! Why don’t you introduce me to your friend? Judging by the badge, I’d say you’re a trainee?”

The two looked at her like she was speaking a different language. “Uh, hey, Vi. This is Varren. He just stopped by so we could grab a bite to eat. We were just on our way out. See ya!” He scrambled to his feet and out the door before she even had a chance to invite herself.

“Have fun,” she whispered sarcastically. She’d been living in Piltover for a good six months now, but still couldn’t shake the feeling she’d never be able to truly fit in. When she and Caitlyn were at work, she really tried to keep her distance. Of course, it was no secret to anyone here that they were together. But the last thing either wanted was to be a constant source of office gossip.

Violet knew how hard her girlfriend had been working to atone for the destruction she had caused under Ambessa’s influence. Late at night when they lay in each other’s arms, Caitlyn would still try to apologize for the way she had acted toward her in those dark days. She’d always silence her with a kiss.

Now she had joined the department, Violet tried to occupy her thoughts with ways she could lighten the load for her. More often than not, she was home and in bed before the other woman could even say good night.

“Violet? Could I see you in my office for a moment?”

Her girlfriend's head snapped up at the sound of her voice. It was rare she spoke to her at work outside of meetings. As Violet passed the desk of the coworker who had supposedly been elbow-deep in work, she heard her mutter, “Must be nice when you’re fucking the boss.”

It took every ounce of her willpower not to confront her. One, because she already had plenty of enemies and did not need to cause a scene today, and two, because, well…she was absolutely right.

“Violet? I don’t have all day. Please don’t dawdle,” Caitlyn chastised from the doorway.

“Yeah, yeah. Heard you the first time,” she shot back before entering and closing the door behind her. “What’s up?”

Her girlfriend stood in front of her desk and leaned back, her arms crossed across her chest. “Alright. You’re not going back out there until you tell me what bug has crawled up your ass.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, cupcake. It’s all good. Just a bit of a slow day,” she stated while she toyed with one of the many random artifacts that sat on a table near where she stood. Afraid to meet her eyes lest she see through her with that piercing sapphire gaze, she turned her back to her as she strode over to where she kept an old framed family photo.

The room fell silent for a few moments before the clack of the other woman’s boots drew nearer. Suddenly, she felt Caitlyn’s arms wrap around her waist and her cheek warm against her back.

“I can’t help you if you won’t open up to me, love,” she murmured, her plea muffled by the fabric of Violet’s crisp uniform. “Please.”

Violet placed her calloused hand over her girlfriend’s. “You’ve got more than enough to deal with, commander. I thought we agreed it was for the best to keep these kinds of discussions at home.”

“Some things can’t wait. I can tell something isn’t right. Please…let me help.”

She heaved a sigh. Violet was supposed to be the strong one who let any and all opposition roll off her back. But she also knew keeping this bottled inside would only cause it to become a bigger problem down the road.

“I don’t belong here.”

Caitlyn spun her around with surprising force. “Like hell you don’t. Who told you that? I want a name.”

Violet couldn’t help but crack a smile. She was so cute when she went all protective on her. “Whoa, there. Calm down and I’ll explain. Maybe that’s not quite the vibe I’m getting. It’s more like…everyone seems overly cautious around me. Like if they try and get to know me it’ll cause issues. I heard Elowen make a crack about you and I…”

“Let me guess: That you were getting preferential treatment because we’re dating?”

“Not…quite those words, but yeah, close enough.”

Cupping her cheek, Caitlyn took a deep breath and then spoke to her seriously. “Look, we both knew this would happen. I only thought I’d be the one getting the brunt of it. As a leader, I need to command the respect of those who work under me. But as your boss and girlfriend, I’ve failed to create a balance of treating you as I would any of my employees while also being there for you when you need me the most. I think I could do a much better job of spending time with the other officers and you. Together. They can’t think I’m giving you preferential treatment if I make an effort to…”

Violet loved it when she was like this. When she was laser-focused on finding a solution that ensured no one was left out that she forgot to breathe between sentences. So she’d make her. Her plan of action was interrupted by a searing kiss.

Resting her forehead against hers, Violet responded, “I think that’s a great idea, cupcake. And I’ll continue to do what I can to prove I’m on this elite team not because I slept my way to the top, but because I care about our people. Pilties and Zaunites alike.��

Caitlyn shook her head. “You’re not going to win many friends here if you keep calling them that.”

Clearing her throat, Violet perfectly mimicked her girlfriend’s accent. “Ever so sorry, I meant Piltovans.” The two burst into laughter.

“Well now. Since we have that all figured out…tell me. How many of our team members are still out there?”

Violet cocked an eyebrow out of curiosity. “Garrick left with a buddy, and the rest of the team is all out on patrol. The only one still here is Elowen cuz she’s finishing up a report. Why?”

“Then maybe it’s time I reminded you just how much you do belong here. Perhaps over and over again,” Caitlyn teased as her arms encircled her lover’s neck. Violet pulled her closer by her hips.

“Oh? So, the commander does break the rules sometimes…”

“Sometimes,” she repeated before closing the remaining distance between them. Instantly she felt Violet melt into her, the stress of trying to keep up appearances finally dissipating. Caitlyn gently pushed her up against the wall of her office as her hands trailed to the hem of the other woman’s pants.

“Cait…you sure this is a good idea?” She panted.

“Stop overthinking it and just trust me, love,” she reassured her before shoving her hand into the waistband of her underwear. Violet’s moan was muffled by her girlfriend’s lips as she went in for another kiss, her fingers slipping inside of her at the same time. Mimicking the movements of her tongue in her mouth, Caitlyn swirled the other woman’s arousal around her pussy.

“I’m going to make you come however many times it takes to get you to forget your worries,” she murmured against Violet’s neck as she suckled the tender skin.

“Gods…Cait…”

The commander applied pressure to her clit, swiping in firm circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Her girlfriend’s knees shook as she tried to brace herself for the force of the first orgasm as it washed over her.

Caitlyn didn’t stop. “Come now, you can take another…I know you can,” she encouraged in a breathy groan. Her fingers continued their assault, moving in practiced patterns she had learned over the time they’d been together. 

“F-fuck…babe…” Vi closed her eyes, her head lolling back against the wall she struggled to support herself against. Cradling her girlfriend’s head against her chest she could feel the vibration of her laugh as she whispered words of encouragement.

“That’s right, dearest, come for me again…” As if on command, the other woman let out a whimper as she hit her peak a second time. She was starting to worry she might fall to the floor. “What say you to one more? I think you can handle it.”

“I really don’t think that’s a good- ohhhhhhh…”

———————

“Good talk, commander,” Violet announced a little too loudly as she exited Caitlyn’s office and gave a salute. She walked by her desk to collect her bag and then stopped by Elowen’s to offer a “See ya tomorrow, kid.”

A half-hour later, Caitlyn exited the room and locked up for the evening. She knew she had promised Violet she’d work harder to create an atmosphere of camaraderie, but she couldn’t resist. “Good night, Elowen…maybe if you focused more on your work instead of my relationship, you wouldn’t have to work through lunch. And dinner, apparently.”

The girl looked up from her paperwork, eyes wide with embarrassment. “I…oh, gods, commander, I…”

Caitlyn giggled. “I’m only teasing. But please…don’t give Violet any grief. She’s had enough for one lifetime. None of us can help who we fall for. Including you. I’ve seen the way you glance at Garrick,” she said with a wink. “Just tell him already.”

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“She’s your sister,” Eddie says again. “This is Maisy. Just… Eighteen years older.”

Christopher’s eyebrows crease as he processes what Eddie is saying.

“Like… Time travel?” Chris asks. “Whoa.”

“You… You believe it?” Maisy asks cautiously. 

Chris shrugs. “If you are Maisy, then you’re magic. Why wouldn’t I believe it?”

Maisy exhales a heavy puff of breath.

Then, realization dawns on Christopher’s face. “Wait… If you had to… Then…”

“Chris,” Buck says gently. Like a small plea. 

“I died,” Chris guesses. 

He doesn’t look at Buck. He doesn’t look at Eddie. His statement is directed at Maisy. Only she can confirm it. 

Maisy nods. “Yeah.”

“Fuck,” Chris says.

Eddie doesn’t even bother correcting it. Chris can say whatever he wants for the rest of his long, healthy life. 

“Okay,” he sighs.  “We have a lot to talk about, clearly. So, uh… Maybe we go inside, order some food, and talk?”

Buck nods. “Is Maisy… Uh baby Maisy… Is she still napping?”

Chris nods. “Yep.”

“Don’t worry,” Maisy - adult Maisy - sighs. “You can just tell her my name is Hazel.”

🌕

“What’s the last thing you remember?” Maisy asks Eddie.

The four of them have been sitting at the table for a while, and it’s clear no one knows where to start. So Maisy starts it.

“Uh, Nevada,” Eddie says. “Our trip to Nevada.”

“Well, that makes sense,” Maisy says.

“Does future Dad have a gambling addiction?” Chris asks.

“What?” Eddie asks, looking at him. “Why would I have a gambling addiction?”

“Las Vegas, Reno,” Buck shrugs. “I see where he’s going with this. Besides, please remember Christopher and I are dead at this point and have no idea what’s going on.” 

“Yeah, we remember,” Eddie grits. 

Buck is frustrated. He can tell Buck is frustrated. 

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Bobby frowns. What sort of question is that?

“Of course I am,” Bobby says. “Took you both long enough.” 

4:33pm

Hen wakes up feeling great. Really, truly great. Headache? Gone. Eyes? Rested. Hangover? Distant memory. 

Thank god for naps. 

It’s been a while since their last call, but unless she’s slept through it, there hasn’t been another one. If there was, bless Bobby’s heart for letting her be the man behind. She really needed that sleep. 

When she leaves the bunkroom, though, she thinks she may have been imagining how awful things were earlier. It’s crazy how perspective shifts when you’re well rested. For example, she could have sworn Buck and Eddie were in some sort of fight earlier? They’d seemed really short with each other and pretty avoidant. That must have been her brain playing tricks on her though, because now they’re sitting on the couch side by side, watching TV and eating popcorn, weirdly touchy, as per usual. 

Well, that’s a relief. 

“Hen?” Chim asks when he sees her emerge. “H-hey, Hen. How was your nap?”

He looks like she’s about to bite his head off. What the hell?

“It was great,” she says, yawning a bit. “I feel great.”

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“You don’t have to be sorry, Eddie. I’m sorry. God. What happened is terrible.”

Had he explained it then? He had sort of word-vomited at them. Maybe he got it out coherently. How one of his friends took a bullet to her brain rather than live with what they’d both been through. They’re all gone. They’re all dead. He didn’t save anyone, in the end. But he’s still alive.

Why does he keep surviving, when everyone else dies?

“I don’t understand it,” he admits quietly. 

“Don’t understand what?” She asks, making him sit down on her bed. 

“Why I keep living, but they’re all dead,” he whispers. 

“Oh,” she breathes. “Oh that’s what you meant that day.”

“What day?” Eddie asks. 

“When you woke up,” Shannon says. “You asked me why you were alive.”

Fuck. Eddie doesn’t remember that. 

“Sorry,” he mumbles. “That’s terrible.”

“You were really out of it.”

“Yeah,” he mumbles.

“Have you asked Frank?” Shannon asks. 

He shrugs. “Not really. It seems like a bad thing to ask, right? Like something that gets you put on suicide watch.”

“Do you need to be on suicide watch, Eddie?” She asks, very seriously.

“No,” he insists. “I don’t want to die. I just… Don’t understand why I’m alive, always.”

[trashpuppyplays]

uh thinking very much a lot about like. the timeline of getting kidnapped

okay just. waking up in a unfamiliar place and inherently hating/distrusting the person that’s keeping you there. weeks pass and you realize you’re not getting out, but that wouldn’t be the worst thing now would it? really your host is very sweet; keeps telling you how they just had to have you, that they spent months planning and watching. and you can tell what they’re saying is true. the attention to your meals. the stack of books that were waiting on your nightstand. the fact that they change your sheets. and it isn’t like they’ve done anything to you yet. so yknow there’s a sense of trust that starts to build. like you’re a kicked dog who’s been adopted by a new family. somehow the violence of being taken and the image of the person in front of you can’t coincide, so you block out the first. it works in a way, so you stop folding in on yourself when they walk in. you look them in the eye for longer. it’s not confidence, but curiosity. you answer questions with more than one or two words, even asking a few of your own.

and they notice the change too, it’s part of their plan anyway right? so one day you wake up at that door that’s always closed, is open. you don’t know what to do or how you feel, but your feet find their way up the steps.

maybe a couple weeks pass with the same thing happening every day. you wake up, the door is open, you go upstairs, and you sit on the couch instead of your bed. everything else is the same; they make and bring your meals, they sit across from you for hours. now, though, you start to talk more. it seems like they want to listen so it just starts spilling out. everything you usually put in a place too far away for anyone to reach is suddenly laid out on the table before you. it makes you sick a little, but at the same time, you can’t stop yourself.

there’s a morning where you go upstairs and they aren’t there. no one is. for the first time, you tiptoe from room to room, taking everything in. even though there’s this…odd sense of fondness you have for them, the front door is a little too tempting. you have to try, right? and so you do—you push the locks into place and there they are. waiting for you. but it isn’t the same person you’ve seen every morning. it’s that side you’ve tried desperately to shove away. that’s when the fear comes back; the whimper of regret as you take a step backwards is more pathetic than any secret you’ve let slip.

one hand around your throat is enough force to pin you to the wall. theres only a little fight in you, partly because you’re afraid, but there’s also something else. something that looks a lot like regret; regret that you failed. not that you failed to escape, but that you failed to meet an expectation. it conflicts with everything you’re supposed to feel and it makes your head spin. you shouldn’t care that you disappointed the hands that are pulling your thighs apart without your permission, but you do.

the dizzy feeling in your head keeps getting worse each time they repeat i own you; you can’t leave; you belong to me. their hands still pinning you in place while their face finds the crook of your neck, teeth sinking into your shoulder deep enough to draw blood. you whine and mumble no and please and stop, but it doesn’t really matter. it’s like you aren’t there; the hand around your throat gets tighter with each plea almost like they’re trying to stop the words before they come out.

anyway the cycle starts over. you wake up the next morning, back in the basement, door shut, as if the last few months didn’t happen. the difference is that now, those two images of the person that hurt you and the person that loves you, come together. they’re both. it doesn’t scare you because, as long as you’re good, as long as you please them, nothing like that will ever happen again, right?

[themissingnumbers]

Hello, you wonderful people! I'm back, so you know what that means ;) It's everybody's favorite time—Theory Time! (More like me yapping about little things my brain hyperfocused on and wouldn't let me stop thinking about but I digress-) You all know how I function by now. I write things down in the order I think of them, so things are probably gonna be really scattered (also I'm writing this at 2:30 in the morning), but if you can look past all of that, then I hope you enjoy my ramblings.

In this Special Edition of The New Yap Times: More on the References, some Observations, and Assorted Theories.

Hoo-boy. Where do I even start? I never even know if my thoughts make sense before I write them down, so I guess we'll see where this goes lmao. Okay-

Talking Point 1: Fire.

Thoughts—I have many thoughts—so let's get started. Let's go over the flavor text in Fire's Reference first. That stuff gives me bad vibes. I don't like the way it makes me feel because I don't feel like it's Fire saying any of it. It's like a third party (Arceus?) trying to warn us using the reference as a medium. But, in the same breath, I'd also say that it sounds like a plea, or potentially a taunt. And maybe it's just me who feels like the flavor text over the spoiler guards is a taunt, because for me, whoever is speaking is right! Whoever is speaking is absolutely right about me—I would never hurt him, not intentionally at the very least—but don't tell me what I'm gonna do or what I'm thinking!

Okay, hear me out. I'm on the train of "If learning something about a character hurts them, then I'm okay not knowing", but I know that a lot of people aren't riding the same train as me. And that's exactly why the whole "You'd never hurt him like that. Of this, I am sure." line bothers me so much. I know players—nay—I know humans, and if anyone takes it as a taunt as I did initially, or, god forbid, as a challenge, then this whole thing could end in catastrophe for Fire. If whoever-the-fuck is writing/speaking the flavor text over the spoilers is using it as an elaborate plan to make us "betray" Fire and to make him trust people less when someone inevitably pushes things too far then I swear- Listen, and I hate using this phrase, but it's giving manipulation and I don't fuck with that. (<- is all of this Paranoia? Am I just being Paranoid? I think I may be Paranoid. I need to calm down-) (My brain goes in strange directions sometimes. I believe this is one of those times, but I still wrote it down anyway.)

OKAY, BUT ALSO- Why is Fire's base blacked out? Like, the only parts we can see are what I'm assuming are his Casual and his Trainer/Legendary clothes, and I can understand why the Soul form would be blacked out, but why the base? I'm just assuming that something in his design changed a lot, like his scars or something, so they blacked it out for a big reveal later down the line, but it still bugs me. Why would the most "vulnerable" and "real" parts of him be blacked out when it isn't for anyone else? Leaf, Blue, and Red all have their bases revealed with scars and all, but not Fire. Is the veil hiding some sort of vulnerability, and that's why it's in place? To keep Fire looking strong and like the "very best" that he's supposed to be? I'm not gonna point any fingers but, uh, I find it very suspicious that we're only seeing the perfect and put-together "Fire" Red that Arceus wants the world to see.

The second thing I wanna talk about is the fact that Fire is Friendless. Like, for a man of such status, surely he has some friends, right? Well, no... Not anymore at least. I know this sounds weird, and that my brain does odd things, but let me tell you why I'm pointing this out. Let's go over Fire's friends list real quick. I think we got: Blue, Leaf, and Gold. Some of you may say that Leaf doesn't count, and that's okay, but I say she does. And Red isn't on this list because I don't think they've ever met face-to-face in canon before. Anyways, let's go over those three relationships, shall we? While I'm not 100% sure about most of these, I'm going to describe what I've picked up about their relationships and how I see them.

Blue/Fire: Complicated. That's all I can really say about these two, is that it's complicated. If my memory serves, I think that complicated is how Starry described their relationship too, so I can't call them enemies, but I definitely can't call them friends either.

Leaf/Fire: Strained. While it's probably not as complicated as whatever the fuck Blue and Fire have going on, it's definitely complex. It's not a friendship with these two, it's a familial relationship, and that's what makes it difficult. I'm sure that, deep inside somewhere, both Leaf and Fire still love each other—they're siblings after all—but that all of the stuff that's happened in their lives has opened up a giant ravine between them that neither of them knows how to bridge. They can't close that gap, so their relationship is strained. They love each other, but the tension between them is palpable. There's bitterness, there's anger, there's resentment, there's regret and sadness, and maybe if you look hard enough—there might just be a flicker of longing in both of them to repair their relationship. But for now, they're miles apart, and it doesn't look like they're getting closer any time soon. I wouldn't call those two friends.

Gold/Fire: We'll... I'm sure that these two were good friends at one point. Fire still thinks about him, and even seems to miss him or grieve him. But unfortunately, Gold is Dead, so we'll never truly know unless Fire decides to confide in us about it.

Now, it just seems like Fire really doesn't have any friends. And I would have let all of this slide had it not been for ONE THING. The Espeon. Fire's Espeon was always a point of interest for me because I wondered where it went and what the Missing Numbers creators were going to do with the missing Pokémon. As it turns out, the Espeon is now in Leaf's possession. Initially, I was like "Oh okay that's kinda cool" but now I'm like "WAIT-! SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH THIS!" Why is it that the only Pokémon in Fire's Team to Evolve via Friendship was removed from his party? Had this just been either the Espeon or the strained/distant relationships, I wouldn't have noticed anything, but this cannot be a coincidence. Nothing is a coincidence in Missing Numbers. With how the universe keeps removing friends from his life, it's like he's purposefully being Isolated to an extreme degree. Like something or someone wants him to be completely alone...

AND THE LAST THING ABOUT FIRE- (I'm so sorry for yapping about Fire this much, I swear. I told you I had a lot of thoughts, and there's still more after this.) That section in his new Bio/Description saying "But every time he vanishes and appears again, it's always from that same mountain, his gaze duller at every return." gave me an entire theory all on its own. What if all of the isolation is intentional? What if Arceus is intentionally ruining all of Fire's relationships, killing his friends and pulling him away from his family, isolating him from the world at the top of a freezing-cold mountain (I'm assuming with the help of Leaf under the guise of "protecting him") where none of his Pokémon can safely exit their Pokéballs without risking death? We know that Fire is a pretty warm individual beneath that cold exterior—he's a sweetheart—and Arceus doesn't want him to be. What if Arceus is trying to (no pun intended) ice out what little bit of emotional warmth and personality that Fire has left in him, and is slowly succeeding? Like, he's trying to snuff out the real Fire and leave behind the Red husk that he wants as his perfect protagonist.

Jesus Christ, finally- Talking Point 2: Red. (I know, we're going right back to a Red. But these next parts are going to be smaller than Fire's don't worry-)

Man, this weirdo... Where do I even start with him? First things first, let's lock in on that skin of his bruh. WHY does he look like that??? The only time I've ever seen any person with skin even remotely like his is when looking at people with Albinism, and even they aren't that white. Red is like... ghostly white. White as a sheet. Dead as a damn Doornail white. I don't know how to describe him other than the fact that he looks dead! Genuinely! I guess that my current running theory is still kinda similar to the Parasite one I made a while back, but like... worse??? (I've been at this for 5 hours straight. Can you tell I'm running out of steam?) I feel like I don't know enough to make a proper theory about him yet; like I need to reevaluate everything I've been seeing this far like I did with Fire. Is Red really Red? Is it just a small part of him that's there? Is it MissingNo in Red's body, using his memories to try and trick us? He kept mentioning "the right opportunity" back when we were talking with him. When is that opportunity? What does it look like? How much has changed behind the scenes? And how is that one little "Hey. That's private. :/" thing a secret when he LITERALLY spilled his guts not even two inches to the left? I don't know! There are too many questions and I'm too tired to answer them myself this time. :|

Talking Point 3: Something much smaller this time :]

Okay, I guess I'll throw in some of the random bits and things I thought of that didn't really get a whole spot. (This is already too long-)

Is it just me, or does the flavor text kinda read like an automated voice message? Like "Sorry! The number you have dialed has been disconnected or is no longer in service." type stuff, which kinda fits with the theme of Blue being a busybody and always doing something, or that's what I get from his new Bio at least. To me, Leaf's flavor text kinda reads as bitter. You already know what I think about Fire's flavor text, and Red's is... Yeah, that's just him talking.

Also, Green is hella cool! That mask is sick! (Psst! Mod Hells! Hey, you make a cool ass character homie. I like their mysteriousness and look forward to seeing more of them. Keep it up!)

And, closing statements time! Jesus, I'm gonna apologize again for how long this is. I didn't mean to make it super messy like this but it's currently 7 something in the morning for me and my brain shut off halfway through writing this, so... whoops :/ Anyway, funny story really quick! Starry, I know you had no idea you even did this, so I gotta tell you. The day after I posted that Character Reference Analysis thingy, I ended up getting sick and was messed up for a couple of days, but then you posted that drawing of Aster and I swear to you it was like you shocked my body back into being healthy because 24 hours later I'm damn near over the sickness and am phasing out the last of my symptoms as I write this. So, I know you didn't mean to, but thanks anyway! :D

Okay! And with that out of the way, I think that's all, folks! I hope you enjoyed this odd edition of my thoughts. Until next time. Thank you for reading The New Yap Times!

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[blurrymango]

Here tumblr take this with no context at all. Short little. Drabble thing.

It's dark when 2D finally gets home, thank god, it means no one can see his shame. Well, it also means he can't see a damn thing either as he stumbles to his room. Unfortunate for him, because he bumps into something. No. Someone. The last person he would want seeing him like this. A light flicks on, revealing Murdoc blocking the way to the hallway. Glaring. Mad. Mad at 2D. He tenses. Takes a step back from the older man. He can't deal with this right now, please god don't let him have to deal with this. Not Murdoc, anyone but Murdoc.

"You've been gone a bit, eh faceache?" Murdoc spits out. Accusatory.

"I- I- I don't wanna talk abou' this, Muds, plea-" 2D tries. Turning around, he can find another way to his room. To his own bed. Safe. Alone.

A hand wraps around his wrist, pulling him back. He nearly screams. Another hand goes to his throat. He wants to throw up. He can't look at Murdoc he can't see- it's familiar in a bad way. Too fresh on his mind. He stays still, swallows. He doesn't want any trouble.

"The kid was worried about you, got annoying about it." Murdoc's warm breath against his shoulder. Too close. "If you had been out shagging some bird, the least you could do is give us a call, yeah?" The hand on his throat tightens a bit. "But we both know that's not what you were doing, issit boy?"

2D is on the verge of panicking. His thighs burn. He feels choked up with tears. "Murdoc- please- I… I can't. I can't do this. Not now-" He pleads. And then he's slammed against a wall. The impact makes him dizzy. He whines, and somehow, being able to see the man in front of him is worse. Rage. He looks down at those mismatched eyes and sees only rage.

But somehow, 2D isn't afraid like he normally would be. No. Murdoc is bad. Has done and will do horrible things to him. But not like what that stranger did, right? Though, Murdoc has made some comments about him in the past. And when he was comatose anything could have been done. Murdoc knows one secret about him that few do. And at that realization, 2D is scared again. More than he's ever been in his entire life.

And suddenly, Murdoc pulls away. Eyes widened, but back to that hooded rage quick enough that 2D thinks he might have just imagined the shock. He doesn't think he's ever seen Murdoc so angry before. 2D is going to die. Oh god.

"I recognize that look- oh satan- Stu- someone- someone put their hands on you, hm?" Murdoc is shaking, fists clenched. "Someone- someone touched my singer. My-" The man growls. "My damn property. Ruined by some entitled bastard." He's looking at 2D, but not really seeing him. He's in his own head. Not good.

"Muds…" 2D must be the dumbest man alive because he reaches out for the shorter man. Murdoc immediately shoves him back. 2D crumples to the ground then. His body has had enough.

"You- you can just- just sit right there like a good boy for me, yeah Stu?" Murdoc's movements are stilted when he pets 2D on the head. "Hm. Mudsy's gonna take care of this, yeah?" Smiling, sharp teeth and danger. "Anything you remember about the deadman who hurt you?"

"Uh. Uh- he-" 2D can barely think. "Long brown- no, black- no. Bown hair. Taller tha' than me. Piercings… S-sounded a bit like you I think uh-n Muds wha- what are you gonna-"

"Don't you worry. Papa's gonna fix this. Don't you worry about a damn thing, ok?"

And with that, Murdoc leaves.

[aerialsquid]

FFXIV Write 2024 Day 16: Third-rate

"You're even going to Populares meetings now or something?"

"They make some good points. Representative leadership is important for pureblood Garleans too, and there's nothing treasonous about discussing ideas openly and fairly."

"You sound like one of their pamphlets."

Akitsu had spent a lot of time watching Victor, for reasons that were none of anyone's business. He could now see the slight changes in body language that said Victor was trying to politely rush someone out the door, the way his fingers tensed as he picked up a stylus and clasped it tight to his palm to calm himself. 

Akitsu also pretended to be cleaning the examination tables, falling into that quiet 'part of the furniture' routine that meant Garleans forgot you were in the room.

"Little puppy finally knots a woman and suddenly you're a whole different person? I'm only here for two days, don't leave me suffering alone here."

The other man, a full foot and a half taller than Victor with his sandy hair brushed and oiled back from his forehead to emphasize his third eye, leaned over Victor, their hands just barely touching.

"I'm a father now, Marcus. I have to be more responsible." Victor kept finding reasons not to look Marcus in the face as he rearranged his medical files. "I don't fool around like that anymore."

"Even papas get to have fun, you know. Come on, puppy. I know you still like your men dangerous." Marcus leaned in closer, whispering just loud enough that Akitsu could still hear. "I could put on a pair of horns for you, if that's what you like now."

Akitsu saw the flash of Victor's bared teeth reflected in the curve of a bedpan, the reflexive way Victor glanced at the back of Akitsu's head. Marcus may have forgotten Akitsu was here, but Victor clearly hadn't. "Can we not have this conversation here?" he offered, the steel in his voice changing to a wheedling plea.

Marcus grinned like a tiger. "Sure, sure. Let's go off somewhere alone and chat about it. I saw a broom closet down the hallway…"

Akitsu looked up to the big wire rack of supplies and sanitizing fluid. His lips pressed together, firm, before his fingers latched into the gaps in the rack and in a single smooth movement pulled the entire shelf down on his own head.

"Fuck!" The sound of crashing metal sent Marcus flinching so hard he nearly knocked Victor's desk over. 

Victor dropped his stylus and rushed to Akitsu's side, wide-eyed, already checking him over for injuries. "Oh shit, Ryuo–"

"Oops," said Akitsu flatly, from among the pile of wet metal.

"Sorry, I need to clean this up." Victor stacked the bedpans emphatically, muttering about how that shelf had been unsafe for weeks and he'd been telling them to replace it.

Marcus scowled. If he suspected anything, he didn't have the courage to let it spill from his lips, but his expression was dour as he left. "Yeah, yeah. We'll talk later."

Victor let out a soft breath as the door slammed behind Marcus. Akitsu did the same, but only when Victor wasn't looking.

"Sorry. Former colleague of mine from when I was stationed in Werlyt. I guess his unit was passing through. I'm sorry you had to - that wasn't really your. Uh."

"Not my business," Akitsu grunted. He went for the mop while Victor stacked up trays and pushed the shelf back into position.

"I don't do that sort of thing anymore, anyway. I can't now."

"Of course." 

"Not that - I don't mean with men. There's nothing wrong with that, you know. But not men who are…" Victor looked on the verge of swallowing his own tongue, which was probably the only thing that would stop him from babbling.

I know you like your men dangerous. 

Victor sat back on his knees, hands folded before him. "It would have to be someone I could trust. I can't take risks anymore, not with Tina around. I haven't since she was born."

"And there's no one here you trust?"

Victor's eyes went up to him, round and soft. Something about them seized Akitsu's heart and squeezed it tight like a fist around an egg, sending aching cracks shooting through it. Then Victor looked away and the sensation faded. 

"Well, you know how it is," Victor said. He did not elaborate on the statement. Akitsu felt he did not, in fact, know how it was, but continued mopping up the mess regardless.

Lying in his bunk later that night, still smelling faintly of rubbing alcohol, Akitsu still did not know how it was. If anything, he felt that he knew even less about how it was than he did earlier that morning. 

[skaruresonic]

https://www.tumblr.com/skaruresonic/758536567626383360/the-dangers-of-free-will-what-dangers-being

"even if we're speaking simply from the POV of "Eggman almost destroyed the world when he regained his free will," does one bad apple really outweigh the fact that most people aren't environment-destroying madmen? does that give Eggman the right to deprive everyone else of their free will?"

Eggman is inarguably an irredeemably horrid monster with a long track record of gleefully subjecting innocent people to nightmarish fates. there should have never been any question on whether or not he deserves death.

This is what gets me. The people defending idw sonic's morality don't comprehend that different individuals with different histories will require different approaches.

Comic stans: If Sonic thinks it's fine to kill Eggman then that means he's fine with killing everybody

Uh no???

It's like asking why Sonic sentenced Erazor Djinn to eternal damnation but let Merlina go with a quick pep talk. It's because both cases were utterly incomparable and would naturally require different approaches.

Comic stans: Well if Sonic is fine with punishing irredeemable villains then why doesn't he kill Eggman?

Same reason why Sonic always survives impossible situations or gets outright resurrected after dying. SEGA is not gonna kill off their mascot or the mascot's main enemy. We have to remember there's a bit of a corporate aspect in all of this

Why is this so hard for some people?

This part of your post also stuck out to me "does that give Eggman the right to deprive everyone else of their free will?""

Eggman wants to turn everyone into unthinking machines specifically so he make them worship him forever. That's not exactly a desire or choice based on morality. All Eggman wants is the satisfaction of having power over all living beings.

The only way anyone can defend the idw sonic comic is by making up deranged nonsense and forcing themselves to believe in it.

Comic stans: If Sonic thinks it's fine to kill Eggman then that means he's fine with killing everybody

Uh no???

It's like asking why Sonic sentenced Erazor Djinn to eternal damnation but let Merlina go with a quick pep talk. It's because both cases were utterly incomparable and would naturally require different approaches.

I think the thing that really gets me is half the time I'm not even particularly arguing for or against Sonic killing Eggman as a solution to anything because what would that solve?

The point is moot. As long as there's a Sonic the Hedgehog(tm) franchise, Sonic and Eggman are going to continue fighting each other. The unstoppable force vs. the immovable object. As it should be.

Instead, I'm trying to point out how little Sonic regards Eggman's welfare in the games. That Eggman lives despite Sonic's attempts and extreme negligence should logically attest to Eggman's hardiness and resourcefulness. He's one slippery motherfucker. That's pretty much the size of it in the games.

Yet people interpret

"Sonic, personally, does not care whether Eggman lives or dies. He frequently leaves Eggman behind in explosions or other similar scenarios of the doctor's own making. In other cases, he ignores Eggman's pleas for help or puts Eggman in dangerous situations while neither knowing nor caring if Eggman survives, such as blowing up his Eggmobile with a rock or stealing his jetpack nozzle and sending him plummeting to Earth. "In fact, Sonic has acted so negligently towards Eggman that if he were charged in a court of law, he'd be looking at second degree homicidal negligence, the failure to protect a person which resulted in preventable death. All this should tell you the extent to which Sonic regards Eggman's welfare."

as

"I think Sonic should slaughter all of his enemies. No mercy. Mercy is for wimps."

Granted, not everyone strawmans the point this hard, but it's frequent enough to warrant the occasional facepalm. We're talking about how Sonic treats Eggman in the games, right? So why are we dragging how he treats every other villain into the conversation as if that's germane to the topic at hand?

Of course Sonic is going to treat his enemies on a case-by-case basis. However, I'd argue that the most common examples - "sparing" Metal in Heroes and Merlina in SatBK - aren't precisely the moments of mercy that people portray them as.

Putting aside the fact that Sonic was not the one to "rehabilitate" Knuckles, Shadow, or Silver, folks seem to forget that he charged the Dark Queen with seeming intent to kill twice. He didn't know she'd put up a shield when he lunged for her the first time. And the fact that he repeated the blow just raises questions.

Once, maybe it's an "in the heat of the moment" thing. But twice? Twice, you want somebody dead. Conveniently, I've never seen anyone mention that part of the pre-boss cutscene when they talk about Sonic giving Merlina the flower.

Sparing Metal... Yeah, no. He didn't. Metal passed out, and he ran off. Leagues different than taking Metal home and patching him up.

And idk, it seems weird how folks are unable to accept that sometimes, despite everything, Sonic does square up and kill. Yes. That is something he does on occasion.

It doesn't need all of these caveats and asterisks about how it doesn't count as "real killing," like it needs to be clarified that Sonic the Hedgehog isn't a serial killer. It's not like "he did it out of necessity" will suddenly cause Emerl to un-die at the end of Battle. It's not as though "he helped Shahra" renders "he sealed the Erazor Djinn in the lamp for all eternity and tossed it into the furnace so that the Djinn, if he didn't die just then, suffers eternally in a place no one can find him" moot.

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Comic stans: Well if Sonic is fine with punishing irredeemable villains then why doesn't he kill Eggman?

Same reason why Sonic always survives impossible situations or gets outright resurrected after dying. SEGA is not gonna kill off their mascot or the mascot's main enemy. We have to remember there's a bit of a corporate aspect in all of this

Exactly.

[martinys-world]

the girl (7)

chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6)

I made a post before this on. talking about the discord server that i have made. Since no one seen it or cared enough. I going to talk about it here. I was thinking my character was over powered in this chapter. so I made a post and was saying how I posted chapter 7 there and wanted some feedback. I posted on July 15th. a good 5 days before this one. So I left the chapter the way it is.

So if you want to join the discord comment: the robot you like. I will send you the link for the story

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I went back to my bag and began to dig. After I found my Nokia 1011 phone, a car door open sound filled the car. 

“Good hold this.”

 I handed him my phone and continued digging. When I felt the plastic case. I yank it out. so, I can grab the leopard glass and a security bandage with the four diamonds likes symbol. The same diamond as my pencil case.   I was beginning to put on the glasses

“Sliver what you are doing.” 

“don’t worry about it.”

“Why you are complaining, she looks good.”

“I will tell you this since it won’t go against Kris promise. when you see the things, I seen. You learn how to make your paths easier. I can't tell you anymore than that.”

I saw a yellow beam when, we were beginning to drive. it must have been that energy surge. Arcee was talking about.  Grabbing my phone from Noah.

“Noah please hold this,” I traded Noah the phone for the badge after I toss my bag in the back.  

“I must make a phone call. Mirage, please take control so I can concentrate.”

I quickly dial a number that I know by heart. The ringers didn’t even go to the second ring when he picked up. 

“YOU BETTER EXPLAIN WHATS GOING ON!!!”

I pulled the phone away from my ear when he began to screaming.  mirage was laughing for some reason and begin to say drama and sing song like voice. 

“k plea- “

“NO EXCUSES. WE ARE RECIVCEING A MASSIVE ENERGY NEAR YOUR LOCATION. I KNOW FOR FACT THAT YOU HAVE A HAND IN THIS.  SO, YOU BETTER START TALKING.”

I heard another one of mirages smart ass remarks. It was the ‘uh oh someone is in trouble.’

“K I don’t know what’s going myself.” I lied. 

“I know your lying.”

“Dam it!” I said in frustration. “I will explain the best I can later. We got at least 15 minutes until I arrive and cause mayhem.”

“Not until I get at least something.” k can be very stubborn when it comes to someone he cares about. There only one sentence I know that can make just go along with whatever I say. 

“I am trying to help a family get home.”

“Wait like human home or us home.”

“Us. this is there only way right now.”

“Wait until I get there.”

“There is no time. I need you on that computer that’s 2 ft to your left.” I heard him growl, but he I hear a chair roll. 

“Fine. I want a story when its safe.”

“I promise. I need you. get to Ac and Sc files and find anyone that would still be there.”

Are ten minutes from arriving the campus 

“You mean the ones still on campus?”

“You got it. get T. and V. to help. I need you to make them leave.”

“All right got all 900 people. Starting to send messages. Hey t and v get to your computers and start typing. Boss says so.”

I heard some shuffling in the back. 

“Good, have them say there loved one is in hospital or Their place is on fire. if you need to get someone to pull the fire alarm. Get someone to pull the fire alarm.  Anything to get them to leave. Hell, if need used the symbol on anyone who there I don’t care just get them gone.”

“Okay. the messages are starting to send, is there anything else?”

“Is Jason v. Armstrong. working at all tonight?”

“You are right, he should be at the security booth.” 

“Call him and get him to let-

I looked at the badge Noah was holding

“Sarah J. Kelly though.”

I leaned back in the driver seat. acting like I was driving once again.

“Okay I will call him after.  it won’t be any problem.”

We were down to 5 minutes

“Do you want me to see Cam to hack the security cameras.”

“Good call. Give it an hour before they come back up.”

I hear more shuffling in the back. 

“T. said that he can't get a hold of Elena Wallace. She will be in the college. The same place that energy spike is at.” 

“Alright If I see, I will do what I can. Keep trying to reach her.”

“k I hear talking in the background. speak to me.” 

“Got it I will call after.”

“You better women or so help me, I will drag you back by the skin of my teeth if I must.  You will have stuck her until we are old grey.”

“I know you will. Friends forever.”

“We never surrender.”

I hang up and tosses the phone next to my bag. 

“You, young lady is amazing.” Said mirage. 

“Sliver what was that?”

“My way in making sure no one gets hurt friends.”

No other questions were asked. We began to pull up to the security booth and as soon as I showed him the badge. He didn’t look twice. He opened the gate and began to pack up around his desk. we just roll in like we own the place. Once he stopped in a random parking spot. I jump out began walking to the doors. 

“Sliver wait.” He was a good few steps behind me. I pushed the door open and began going up.”

“Sliver, wait I want to talk.” Noah grabs my hand. pulling me to a stop. “Please at least explain how you did all that.”

“I can't tell you that. if I do, you will be drag into something that is far too dangerous even for me. I promised your brother I will keep you safe and keeping my mouth shut is a must, then so be it.”

“Then why help them.”

“I will tell you what, I told Optimus. I know what it’s like trying to get home.”

I began to run up the stair. Just trying to outrun him so he doesn’t go farther down the rabbit hole Like Alice did with the white rabbit. I am trying to my promise. I will not drag you into the life I have. once I saw the door. I busted it open without a second thought. 

 When I was in the same daydream land again. 

I was in a middle of a forest. the same forest that Apeling was in. the same surface of grass and tree like statues around me. 

“how did I get here?”

Really how did I go from opening a door inside a building on earth to a planet I only saw once. I heard movement to my right. when looking at the sound there was a dull orange blob coming at me. the closer it came the more it began to take shape.  It was a Cheetah, but not the ones on earth. This one was larger than the ones on earth. They had more of an orange coat, then its classic yellow. Also, Its eyes where a very bright green. Aren’t cheetahs supposed to have yellow eyes? 

 what really caught my attention was where he was heading. Right for me. I went into fetal position. I don’t know why I did that, but I did. I was never flattening like a pancake. I felt a chill in my spine.  The feeling I had with Apeling. I became a full human when I saw the cat was becoming a wobbly blob again. 

 I felt a breeze pass me; a grey rhino was following the cat.its seems like no one is noticing me.i might not be able to get hurt in this dream like land. Wait, am I a ghost. My thoughts where interrupt when the sound of rustling trees filled my ears. I look up and saw Apeling, but it wasn’t really Apeling. The ape looked a lot smaller and more childish. Then a bird was following closely behind the primate. The birdie looked like a raven but completely metal and with a beautiful tint of blue. 

A “I can do this.” Sound was coming from where the other animals where coming form

Was coming behind me. a very dark navy-blue blob was coming closer and closer. She had an outline of a wolf. The navy coat had a dot of yellow dots, mad her fur look like a night sky, with little stars at night. there was a fire is in her eyes. Nothing was going to stop her. the more she said the line the faster she was becoming. the walking night sky was passing each animal one by one. the more living beings she passed the more confident she gotten.  Before anyone knows it, she was in second place. The dog and cat were neck to neck.  Both determine to not let the other pass.

“Come on Midnight. You can't pass me. so, stop while you can.

“I not giving up that easily.” The finished line was feet in front their face was nearby. 

While the cheetah kept trying to decrease the dog confidence. Mr. Kitty Cat didn’t notice the little pebble in the path.  didn’t notice a little pebble. With him focusing on the wolf. His paw stumble on It. the stumble gave the wolf a better chance to jump ahead. Giving midnight the win.  She was holding the stick in her mouth.  Once she dropped it.

“Who the fastest now?”

“I let you win.”

“Keep telling yourself that.” While the canine was rubbing the win in the cheetah face. The others came through. Rhino was 3rd.  bird was 4th and the ape was 5th.

“See sis, I told you can do it.” said the rhino.

“You were right Rhinox. I had to just believe in myself.” 

“I let her win.” Said the cheetah. 

“Keep telling yourself that.” said the bird. 

“As much as this was fun, me and Star have to go.” said the ape. 

While both party wave goodbye to each other. I stayed with the other 3. 

“I did let her win; I just didn’t want to see her cry.”

“I appreciate your concern for my sister, but everyone say you stumble.”

“I didn’t stumble.” said the frustrated cheetah.  When no one was going to believe his lies. he spit out ‘I going to hang with rattrap.’ Then began to run again.    

When the last two left saw the orange furball was far enough. The bird saw her opportunity.

“Rhinox, can I ask you are personal question?” 

“Go ahead Air-razor.”

“How do you feel about their feelings for your sister?”

“it’s complicated. As a big brother, they both don’t deserve her. she can do so much better than those two. But as their friend I have seen them grow over the years. They aren’t full mature, but they are better then Tigerhawk and Inferno. I learned I can't choose who she likes but if she is happy. That all that matters.”

After he finished his sentence. Everything was twisted. It twisted into a new scene. I was back with Midnight and the little ape.”

“So, what do you think Apeling wants to tell us.” midnight asked

“Something about a key.”

“Why would we need to know?”

“I don’t know.  we might want to know everything we can right now before we become leaders.”

“You mean you will be.”

“We both have the chance.”

“No, you are Optimus Primal. You are the best person to lead. You lead all the group actives.” 

“you are right about that, but you are the one that has all the ideas. I do apprentice the confidence boost, but don’t put yourself down.”

“I’m ju- “

Before they could continue their conversation. They walk into a cave. Where the real Apeling was standing. He was staring over the land. Kind of like Simba and Mufasa in lion king. When Mufasa says ‘everything that touches the light is your’ scene. 

“Hello young ones.”

“Hello.”  The little ones say. 

“Today lesson is going to be special one.”

“Is it about the key?”  ask Optimus.

“You are right. the key also comes with a legend. That precedes the dawn of our civilization. there is a vile god so large and so powerful, he has to consumed entire planets for fuel. That god is name Unicron.”

“isn’t that myth. We don’t need to worry about this god.” Said the Primal.

“It Could be a myth, but we aren’t for sure. It could be real for all we know.” said the wolf. 

“Star is right.  if he is real, he will be after this.” Apeling gotten up and walked inside the cave. Around a pedestal with a floating diamond thing. “If Unicron gets his hands on transwarp key. there is no way to stop him. “ 

“What is a trans-swap key?”

“Transwarp key. have been among our kind for generations. it allows us to go from universe to another.” 

“So, if Unicron gets a hold of the key. he could open a portal. To eat other worlds?” Ask Optimus.

“Yes. There will be nothing in his way.” 

“But isn’t there a way.”

“What do you mean.”

“In the records before the great war. They were saying something about a sister.”

“You mean brother and yes. Him and his twin brother (Primus) would fight for centuries. Unicron himself wanted to consume the universe. Getting rid of the good. So, there is nothing left but a void of torment.  Primus had other ideas; he saw that there was good in freedom. He fought his brother time and time again. trying to keep the balance to the two sides. The legend says that Primus defeated Unicron each time. he was toss in a void to never be seen again. Said Apeling.

“Shouldn’t Primus have this instead of us.”

“That is a mystery that could not be solve.” 

“Why is that?” Primal finally spoke up.

“We lost contact with Cybertron eons ago. with time information gets lost. Data pads get lost or destroy. without proof, all we know is that Primus and Unicron are myth.”

“That’s why they are myths? Ask Midnight . 

“Yes. That is why if there even is a chance that Unicron is real. We need to guard the key from him and whoever is under his command.” Said Apeling. 

“We promise to protect the key with our lives.” Said Both or the younger Maximal.

That when the vision started to change back to the museum room. rubbing my eyes trying to get eye site back. I was facing the window that lead outside for some reason.  I heard chatter in the back. a girl voice said something about stealing museum property. I couldn’t fully make out the conversation.  Once my vision was clear and I can see everthign like before. I saw three bots. The other 2 where unknown but when my eyes landed on the centered being. was Scrouge. Same one form Apeling vision. Nothing about seeing him said safe. I saw his hand turn into a canon, that’s when I knew we were in trouble.  Seeing that it was powering up and aiming at us I turn. 

“Elena and Noah get down.”

[khande11]

Millie Winchester- Season 1

Bloody Mary- 1

Toledo, Ohio

"Sam, wake up." Sam heard his sister's voice. He woke up from his nightmare about Jess, and saw he was in the Impala. His brother and sister were staring at him in concern.

"I take it I was having a nightmare." Sam groaned.

"Yeah, another one." Dean told him.

"Hey, at least I got some sleep."

"You know, sooner or later we're gonna have to talk about this." Dean said.

"Are we here?" Sam asked, ignoring Dean.

"Yup. Welcome to Toledo, Ohio." Dean replied. Sam took the newspaper that Millie was handing him. An obituary for Steven Shoemaker was circled.

"So what do you think really happened to this guy?" Sam asked.

"That's what we're gonna find out." Millie shrugged. "Let's go."

They got out of the car and headed up to the building. They made it up to a room marked Morgue, where there were two desks; one was empty apart from the nameplate that said 'Dr. D. Feiklowicz, while the other had a morgue technician sat at it.

"Hey."

"Hey." Dean greeted back.

"Can I help you?"

"Yeah. We're the, uh... med students." 

"Sorry?"

"Oh, Doctor... Figlavitch didn't tell you?"

"We talked to him on the phone. He, uh, we're from Ohio State." Millie continued. "He's supposed to show us the Shoemaker corpse. It's for our paper."

"Well, I'm sorry, he's at lunch."

"Oh well he said, uh," Dean muttered. "-oh, well, you know, it doesn't matter. You don't mind just showing us the body, do you?"

"Sorry, I can't. Doc will be back in an hour. You can wait for him if you want."

"An hour? Ooh. We gotta be heading back to Columbus by then." Dean groaned, while Millie and Sam nodded in fake disappointment. "Uh, look, man, this paper's like half our grade, so if you don't min helping us out-"

"Uh, look, man... no." The morgue tech replied, not moved by Dean's pleas. Dean chuckled, but turned to Sam and Millie.

"I'm gonna hit him in his face, I swear." Dean muttered. Millie swatted his arm, and pulled out some cash from her wallet. She dropped the twenties onto the morgue tech's desk, who picked it up and got out of his chair.

"Follow me." The tech smiled, leading the Winchesters to the corpse. Dean grabbed onto Millie's arm before she could follow.

"Dude, I earned that money." Dean complained.

"You won it in a poker game." Millie raised her eyebrow at her brother.

"Yeah."

"And you made me help you cheat."

"Okay... we earned that money." Sam and Millie ignored Dean and followed after the morgue tech.

"Now the newspaper said his daughter found him. She said his eyes were bleeding." Sam said, trying to comprehend the story.

"More than that." The morgue tech told him, pulling back the sheet from the man's face. "They practically liquefied."

"Any sign of struggle? Maybe somebody did it to him?" Dean asked.

"Besides the daughter, he was all alone."

"What's the official cause of death." Millie asked.

"Ah, Doc's not sure. He's thinking massive stroke, maybe an aneurysm? Something burst up in there, that's for sure."

"What do you mean?" Sam probed.

"Intense cerebral bleeding. This guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I've ever seen."

"But the eyes. What would cause something like that?"

"Capillaries can burst. See a lot of bloodshot eyes with stroke victims."

"Yeah? You ever see exploding eyeballs?" Dean asked.

"That's a first for me, but hey, I'm not the doctor."

"Hey, think we could take a look at that police report? You know for, uh... our paper." Dean requested.

"I'm not really supposed to show you that."

Millie, with a bitch face that could rival Sam's, got out her wallet again.

***************

"Might not be one of ours. Might just be some freak medical thing." Sam suggested, as they headed back to the Impala.

"How many times in Dad's long and varied career has it actually been a freak medical thing and not some sign of an awful supernatural death?"

"Uh, almost never." Millie agreed.

"Exactly."

"Alright, let's go talk to the daughter." Sam gave in.

***************

Sam, Millie and Dean walked into the Shoemaker house where the funeral was being held. Everyone there was either dressed in black suits or dresses.

"Feel like we're underdressed." Dean said. They continued walking through the house, where a man pointed them towards Donna and Lily Shoemaker, who were with some friends, sitting in the backyard.

"You must be Donna, right?" Millie asked.

"Yeah." The woman with short, brown hair confirmed.

"Hi, uh- we're really sorry." Sam offered his condolences.

"Thank you."

"I'm Sam, this is Dean and Millie. We worked with your dad."

"You did?"

"Yeah. This whole thing... I mean, a stroke." Dean shook his head.

"I don't think she really wants to talk about this right now." Donna's friend said.

"It's okay. I'm okay."

"Were there any symptoms? Dizziness? Migraines?" Dean asked.

"No." Lily, the younger Shoemaker sister, turned around to face Donna.

"That's because it wasn't a stroke."

"Lily, don't say that."

"What?" Millie asked.

"I'm sorry, she's just upset."

"No, it happened because of me."

"Sweetie, it didn't."

"Lily." Millie began, crouching down next to her. "Why would you say something like that?"

"Right before he died, I said it." Lily told her.

"You said what?"

"Bloody Mary, three times in the bathroom mirror. She took his eyes, that's what she does."

"That's not why Dad died. This isn't your fault." Donna told her sister.

"I think your sister's right, Lily." Dean reassured her. "There's no way it could have been Bloody Mary. Your dad didn't say it, did he?"

"No, I don't think so."

***************

The Winchesters were upstairs investigating where Steven died. Sam pushed open the bathroom door, and saw there was still dried blood on the floor.

"The Bloody Mary legend. Dad ever find any evidence that it was a real thing?"

"Not that I know of." Dean replied, while Millie shook her head. They walked into the bathroom, while Sam touched the dried blood.

"I mean... everywhere else all over the country kids will play Bloody Mary, and as far as we know, nobody dies from it."

"Yeah, well, maybe everywhere else it's just a story, but here it's actually happening." Dean suggested.

"The place where the legend began?" Millie questioned. Dean shrugged and opened the medicine cabinet. "But according to the legend, the person who says B-"

Millie noticed that she was facing the mirror and nervously closed it. "The person who says you know what get it. But here-"

"Shoemaker gets it instead, yeah." Dean finished.

"Right." Sam agreed.

"Never heard anything like that before. Still, the guy did die right in front of the mirror. And the daughter's right. The way the legend goes, you know who scratches your eyes out."

"It's worth checking in to." Sam said. They heard footsteps heading their way and left the bathroom to check it out. It was Charlie, Donna's friend from earlier.

"What are you doing up here?"

"We... we had to go to the bathroom." Dean answered.

"Who are you?"

"Like we said downstairs, we worked with Donna's dad."

"He was a day trader or something. He worked by himself."

"No, I know, I meant-" Dean stuttered before being cut off by Charlie.

"And all those weird questions downstairs... what was that? So you tell me what's going on or I start screaming."

"All right, all right." Millie quickly intercepted. "We think something happened to Donna's dad."

"Yeah, a stroke."

"That's not a sign of a typical stroke. We think it might be something else." Sam told her.

"Like what?"

"Honestly? We don't know yet. But we don't want it to happen to anyone else. That's the truth."

"So, if you're gonna scream, go right ahead." Dean said.

"Or don't." Millie shrugged.

"Who are you, cops?" Charlie asked. Sam looked over at Millie and Dean.

"Something like that." Dean said.

"I'll tell you what. Here." Sam reached into pocket for a piece of paper and pen to write his number down. "If you think of anything, you or your friends notice anything strange, out of the ordinary, just give us a call."

Sam handed her the piece of paper as he, Millie and Dean left the house.

***************

The Winchesters were in the library, prepared to do any research they needed to on Bloody Mary.

"All right, say Bloody Mary really is haunting this town." Dean said. "There's gonna be some sort of proof, right? A local woman who died nasty."

"Yeah, but a legend this widespread, it's hard. I mean, there's like 50 versions of who she actually is." Sam argued.

"One story say she's a witch, another says she's a mutilated bride. There's a lot more." Millie recited from memory.

"All right so what are we supposed to be looking for?"

"Every version's got a few things in common. It's always a woman named Mary, and she always dies right in front of a mirror." Millie told them. "So we've gotta search local newspapers, public records as far back as they go. See if we can find a Mary who fits the bill."

"Well that sounds annoying." Dean groaned.

"No, it won't be so bad. As long as we..." Sam started, before noticing the 'Out of Order' signs on all the computers. He chuckled sarcastically. "I take it back. This will be very annoying."

[memoryservves]

noticing her shiver , he pulled off his coat without a second thought , draping it over her shoulders and tucking it in securely . “ i’m not so good at it anymore . “ his laugh colder than the air around them . lying to those closest to him . more like lying by omission . not telling anyone what happened . pretending nothing had . he couldn’t explain it . couldn’t explain what happened or why he did it . most of all , roman couldn’t explain the way he valued himself , his future , over anyone else . his own selfish desires and greed won . the thought scared him more than most . because no matter how hard he tried to be different , he was becoming more like his father every day . that’s why there was no changing the past — roman knew he would make the same decision over and over . 

“ let’s make a pact . that we never keep secrets with each other . we’re always honest . no matter what the cost . “ a desperate plea . she was the only one who knew . the only one who had peered behind the curtains into his empty house . anyone else only had glances — off handed comments and little stories . but maeve had seen the whole picture , been welcomed inside with loving arms . roman needed someone , anyone to talk to . to pull the thorns of his secrets out of his skin before he bleed out . despite the choices he’d made , he didn’t want to be all alone . 

stopping suddenly , roman grabbed her by the shoulders and looked her in the eyes . “ none of you were and look what happened . you’re young . you have your whole life ahead of you . this isn’t it for you . you don’t need to know how . we’ll help you . “ him and her brothers . he knew they didn’t always get along , but he also knew they wouldn’t want this for her . all three boys had seen the light , while roman was still trapped in his gilded cage , he could still assist in her escape . “ you only need to be open minded . “ deep breath and he composed himself , pulling away and straightening out a nonexistent wrinkle on his collared shirt . a surreal moment , but something deep had taken hold of him . some part of him that he had locked away had managed to escape and take control for just a moment . but now everything was right in the world . and as a the seconds ticked by , the more his outburst felt like a dream . he took her hand again but looked straightforward as they continued their trek , thankful for the night sky to hide his rosy cheeks . 

 “ now whose the one saying things they shouldn’t ? we were children playing pretend . you can’t be happy with me . there’s someone better for you . someone you’re not forced to be with . real feelings that will develop between you two and not develop as a defense mechanism . “ his future was the company . it was his sun . it was the gravity that kept his world on its axis . soren had learned the hard way — there would never be room for anyone else in his world . he could never be a provider , not emotionally anyway , because the company would be his main focus . he had to make maeve see what was happening . that she shouldn’t fall victim to these fantasies she’d built of him in her head because the reality was much worse . she’d always been like this — dreamy , kind , positive . a contrast to the rest of her family . a contrast to him . he didn’t want her to get her hopes up .

a tick in his jaw as he clenched his teeth . things weren’t supposed to be like this . she wasn’t supposed to be happy about this . “ yeah , uh , we’d have a beautiful wedding . whether we wanted it or not . “ the words were forced out . he was sure his mother had a list somewhere of everything they needed to do for the wedding . bart had never been the planning type . it would be grand . the kind of wedding featured in magazines . his hand tightened around hers , fingers moving to feel her beating heart in her pulse . she was a girl , not a doll . roman let himself be used , stepping into a glue trap because he thought he was different , that he could pull himself out . she’d never even had the choice . something churned in his stomach . something boiled in his veins , heating up his skin . worst of all , something wet cascaded down his cheek , leaving a salty trail from his eye to his chin . under the guise of looking to cross the street , he turned his head and wiped the tear away with his free hand . but they didn’t stop leaking as they walked across the street . certainly not after she thanked him . he didn’t deserve it . he didn’t deserve any kindness , certainly not from her . not now that he’d been turned into the weights on her ankles and the chains at her wrists . he didn’t wipe them away , didn’t look at her . not drawing attention to them . just let them fall . “ don’t ever thank me again , “ he managed to say . there was nothing he could do . he was encased in a plaster coating . unable to move . but his heart still beat . thumping away in his chest . each beat carried pain , like sting as his father’s palm landed on his face . roman was nothing more than a living dead man .

she didn’t say anything at first. she just let him take the drink away, her fingers slipping from the glass like she was letting go of something heavier than glass should be. she watched him with that unreadable expression she wore like armor — calm, composed, almost indifferent — but her hands were trembling slightly in her lap, and she didn’t bother to hide it. outside, the cold clung to her like a second skin. the alcohol had stopped doing its job a long time ago, if it ever really had. she shivered, subtly, but enough that roman would feel it through the space between them. she didn’t complain, though. never had. they’d both been raised to endure, not to ask for warmth. “i don’t like lying to you,” she said eventually, her voice low and flat, but not cruel. “but i’m good at it. it’s one of the few things i inherited. it’s easier than explaining things i barely understand myself.” her eyes flicked to him. searching. weary. fond. “you were always better at honesty. even when it hurt.”

“you’re right. about the scandal. about the rehab. you always are.” it was laughable really, the way he knew her family just as well as her with all their theatrics. she looked up at him then, something fragile flickering behind her composed expression. “but the difference is, roman, i wasn’t raised to escape. i was raised to smile through the trap and call it home.” he made the offer — come stay with me — and maeve’s instinct was to say no. to smile and deflect. to pretend she had somewhere better to be. but then he said the worst parts about you aren’t even your own, and something inside her cracked a little. “that’s not fair,” she said softly, drunkenly, “you’re not supposed to say things like that when i’m already falling apart.” she looked down at their joined hands, his larger one folded protectively around hers, and her thumb brushed lightly against his knuckle in a gesture so small it could’ve been an accident — but wasn’t. the kind of touch that meant thank you and i’m still here all at once.

“remember when we were thirteen and you told me we’d elope to france and open a jazz club, just to piss off your father?” the corner of her mouth twitched, the faintest smile surfacing like a ripple in calm water. “i even made us business cards. roman & maeve’s: wine, music, and poor financial decisions.” she paused. “i think that was the first time i thought — maybe this whole future thing wouldn’t be so bad, if it was with you.” she went quiet for a moment. the streets were mostly empty now, their shadows stretched out on the pavement ahead of them. it was a quiet place where no one had to perform. she hoped he'd ease into it. she could feel the weight of everything unsaid pressing against her chest.

“when you joked about the wedding… it didn’t feel like a joke,” she admitted, voice quieter now, like the truth was something she could only share under the cloak of night. “sometimes i wonder… if we actually did it — if we got married — would it be something beautiful? or would it just be another thing expected of us, another box ticked off for the family legacy?” she didn’t wait for him to answer. maybe she didn’t want him to. she was scared to know how he really felt about their twisted fate. when he said you deserve it, maeve, she almost stopped walking. she looked at him, his face half-shadowed in the dim streetlights, and saw the boy he used to be under all the control and polish. a boy who used to climb trees and steal pastries and tell her she was too serious. a boy who’d broken in the same places she had. “i think… maybe we were never supposed to be happy,” she said. “not in the way we thought. maybe survival is the best we get... i don’t know if we’d be happy,” i don’t know if you’d be happy with me is what she meant. then added, almost in a whisper, “but i know i’d try. and i think that matters.” 

her shoulder brushed his as they walked, deliberate and fleeting. “thank you,” she said, not looking at him, but meaning it more than anything else she’d said that night. “for offering to help. for knowing me. for not making me pretend.” and then, softer, more fragile: “i don’t want you to be alone.” she didn’t want to be alone either, but she could bare it, maybe. it had been that way for a while. but she wasn’t. not really. not now. not with roman holding her hand like she was something worth anchoring.

[petrichor-reminiscence]

my interests

♡anime♡

☆ Fairy Tail

☆ Devilman Crybaby

☆ Soul Eater

☆ Ouran High School Host Club

☆ Sword Art Online (season 1)

☆ Fire Force (season 1)

☆ Assassination Classroom

☆ My Hero Academia (seasons 1-3)

☆ Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood

☆ Beastars

☆ Haikyuu (seasons 1-2)

☆ Castlevania

☆ Kakegurui (season 1)

☆ Durarara

☆ Yuri on Ice

☆ Jujutsu Kaisen (season 1)

☆ Attack on Titan (seasons 1-2)

☆ Chainsaw Man

☆ Dungeon Meshi (Delicious in Dungeon)

♡popular animated movies/shows (from disney, netflix, cartoon network, etc.)♡

☆ Anastasia

☆ The Nightmare Before Christmas

☆ The Corpse Bride

☆ Treasure Planet

☆ How to Train Your Dragon (1-3)

☆ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (preference for 2012 tho)

☆ Avatar the Last Airbender

☆ My Little Pony (Gen 4 and Equestria Girls usually)

☆ Ever After High

☆ Monster High

☆ Arcane

☆ The Dragon Prince

☆ Gravity Falls

♡transformers♡

☆ Bayverse Movies (1-5)

☆ Bumblebee and Rise of the Beasts

☆ Transformers Prime

☆ Transformers Earthspark

☆ Transformers One

♡marvel♡

☆ Spider-Man (live-actions and Spiderverse)

☆ Marvel Cinematic Universe

☆ X-Men and Deadpool

♡DC♡

☆ Doom Patrol

☆ The Boys

☆ Peacemaker

☆ The Batman 2022 (in Battinson we trust he's our bbg)

♡webtoons/comics♡

☆ Batman Wayne Family Adventures

☆ The Last Bloodline

☆ Not Your Typical Reincarnation Story

☆ Omniscient Reader

☆ School Bus Graveyard

☆ Covenant

♡games♡

☆ Mass Effect (1-3)

☆ Halo (including books but NOT the live-action)

☆ Team Fortress 2 (including comics)

☆ Five Nights at Freddy's (all the games)

☆ Undertale (and AUs)

☆ Obey Me (I have NOT watched the anime yet lol)

☆ Dragon Age Origins

☆ Dangerous Fellows

☆ Overwatch (1 and 2)

☆ Modern Warfare II

☆ Resident Evil (all games plus animated and live-action movies)

☆ Dead by Daylight

☆ Risk of Rain 2

☆ Sonic The Hedgehog (including the movies and shows!)

♡live-action shows and movies♡

☆ Umbrella Academy (seasons 1-2)

☆ The Witcher (seasons 1-2)

☆ Alice in Borderland

☆ Criminal Minds (seasons 1-2)

☆ The Walking Dead (seasons 1-3)

☆ Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit

☆ Stranger Things (seasons 1-2)

♡books♡

☆ Elfquest (1-4)

☆ Harry Potter (1-7, and fuck jk bowlingball these silly little wizards are MINE now)

☆ Amulet (1-don't remember the number lol)

♡misc. animation/internet phenomena♡

☆ Red vs Blue (all seasons and mini-series)

☆ RWBY (seasons 1-5)

☆ Creepypastas

☆ Content Creators (only those who consent to fics being written about them!)

☆ Eddsworld

☆ Don't Hug Me I'm Scared

☆ Hazbin Hotel (and Helluva Boss)

☆ Winx Club

this list will be updated as i get into more shit lol ^^

♡last updated on 02/03/25♡

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sub jamie with "please kiss me" and "stay quiet" because trev is in the room next door?

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 “Your gonna have to be Quiet” you told Jamie 

Jamie was laying in bed with you sitting between his legs on your knee’s. Jamie just nodded, not able to trust his voice. You smile happily as you run your fingers down his chest stopping and running your nails over his lower abdomen making him squirm slightly. You giggled at his face the way it slightly scrunched up. Jamie was never one to talk lots in bed but he was vocal when he moaned or whimpered. He would never admit it to anyone that he liked when you took control, the guys would grill him so hard if they knew. You pulled Jamie’s sweatpants down just enough for his cock to spring free and hit his abdomen.

You knew how bad Jamie needed his release, you too were snuggling in bed together and you started to leave soft kisses on his jaw and neck it was meant to be innocent but when Jamie got up to the kitchen, you couldn't help but notice the tent in his pants when he came back and when you brought it up his face started to turn red with embarrassment.

It doesn't matter how many times you and Jamie had sex and the dirtiest things you've done anytime it's you making the move on him he always gets so flustered but the other way around he’s no longer shy he's taking the lead.

You remember this one time you both were at a party and the drinks you both had an effect on how you both were. You ended up being fucked against the closest wall, Jamie leaving open mouth kisses on your neck knowing that were was going to be marks left and know he was going to have face his friends with messy hair and marks all over his girlfriends neck and when he was asked about it. He just rubbed the back of his neck shyly and just shrugged it off.

But right now Jamie was trying his best to keep quiet because Trevor was just in the other room. You slowly stroked his cock smiling at his face as you did. You leaned down and kissed the tip of this cock and a light gasp left his lip’s as a reaction. You took him in your mouth slowly bobbing your head at a painfully slow pace.

“Ah-” Jamie Moaned 

You pulled away and gave Jamie a look

“Jamie I need you to stay quiet” You told him leaving a kiss on the side of his jaw as you continued to jerk him off with one hand

“I'm sorry i-ah I can't -uh”He moaned trying to apologize 

“Oh honey it's ok” You cooded as you held his cheek with the other hand, your thumb rubbing his cheek. “It's hard I know”

You countied to kiss his jaw and rev him up. Jamie moaned a little too loud when you squeezed his tip so you slowed your pace.

“How can I keep ya quiet hm?” You asked kissing his cheek 

“Kiss me pleas-fuck” he responed.

You smiled as you kissed him, feeling him moan into the kiss. You've had enough at this point you were needy too, so you climbed on top of Jamie and removed your pants. Jamie held your hips harshly, you pulled away from the kiss and lined up Jamie’s cock with your entrance and slowly started to sink down onto him until Jamie moaned loudly at the feeling of bottoming out. Your hand flung over his mouth cutting his moan short.

You moved it away when he seemed to collect himself, you put your hands on his chest and started to roll your hips slowly. You bit your lip at the sight in front of you, Jamie’s head was leaning back into the pillow, his hair a mess from his hand running threw it and his mouth slightly open trying not to make a sound.

You leaned down and rested your chest against his and left open mouth kisses on his neck hoping to get him back for what he did at that party. You bounced on his cock at a faster speed trying to get to both your releases. When you snapped your hips Jamie moaned, he just couldn't hold it in anymore.

“Fuuucck y/nn” he whined

“Shhh baby shh” you whispered 

“Im sorry fuck im sorry” he continue to whine 

“I know I know” you said pulling him into a kiss to hide his moan

Jamie grabbed your ass harshly as he moaned into your mouth, you knew he was about to cum by the grip he had on your ass and the high pitched noises that came from him.

“I know you wanna cum J, so cum” you whispered into his ear moving the hair away from his forehead.

You both came at the same time, Jamie throwing his head back and uneven Silent moan leaving him. You dug your nails into his shoulders as you shut your eyes and shook. You both laid there for a moment catching your breath. You laid beside Jamie facing him, running your hands through his hair, and rubbing his arm. Jamie’s eyes were closed but he smiled and pulled you into his chest, you softly kissed his chest before you both fell asleep.