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fruitymimi · 4 years ago

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Could I please perhaps request a hawks x fem reader 9, 12, and maybe some exhibitionism 😇 and like I would love to just read hawks getting a thigh job and he just busts in the reader's panties and she's just wears it

- 9. Breeding

- 12. Cum Play

- Pairing: Hawks x Fem!Reader

- Warnings: MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT. im sorry if its gross but keigo kinda like... spits his cum back into reader’s mouth lmao so snowballing KINDA, light degradation, breeding kink, cum play & spitting obviously, exhibitionism, this is all in a dressing room

- Word Count: 1459

- A/N: im here to drop more outta pocket stuff on your dashboard Hello. also anon, i hope this is good!

“C’mon, Y/N. This store is cramped and annoying,” The pro hero whined, looking at all of the perfumes, lotions, and body washes all displayed neatly on the shelves. He kept knocking things down with his wings, a typical problem he’d always run into.

“You promised you’d spoil me today,” Y/N said, picking up another lotion to smell. She was right, Keigo promised her that he would take her out to the mall and treat her like a princess. Buy her everything she even touched. “And I want new smell-good stuff.”

Keigo wasn’t expecting her to spend so much time in the one store in the one spot. He’d been standing behind her, shadowing her like a child while she picked up the same five scents, holding each of them up to Keigo’s nose to get his opinion. Keigo soon noticed that no matter how many times he said, ‘That one smells just like the other one’, it would still end up in the basket!

Keigo crossed his arms, looking at her full basket of products. “I thought we would spend more time in... I dunno... Clothing stores?” Keigo muttered.

She rolled her eyes. “You just wanted to see me try on clothes, hm?” She laughed, finally walking to the counter.

Keigo couldn’t have been happier, though his smile faded when the cashier told him how much he’d be paying.

“You’re so lucky I love you.”

***

“What do you think about this one?” She spun around the dress, showing Keigo who was seated outside of her dressing room. “It’s the same color as your wings.” Keigo pulled her closer by the waist, looking down at how the dress hugged their body in the best way. “You look gorgeous in this one.. I like this one better than the blue one..” Keigo said.

She giggled, looking down at him as he spoke. “You think? We’ll look so cool at your party.” She hummed.

Keigo’s hands trailed down from her waist down to her ass, gripping the plump flesh in his hands. “Mhm... You look so pretty. Think you can do another spin for me, princess?” Keigo asked, watching her spin again. Keigo looked towards the direction where the main part of the store was, his hands sliding up Y/N’s dress. “I can’t see anyone from where I am... Think they’ll notice if I slip into your dressing room?” He asked, biting down on his lip.

Y/N shook her head, grabbing his wrist. She opened the door, pulling Keigo inside.

Keigo pulled her close from behind, his lips finding her neck. “Make sure you keep yourself quiet..” he mumbled against her skin, sucking a bruise onto her neck. Keigo lifted her dress, “I wanna fuck these pretty thighs, maybe play with that clit, have your legs shaking..” he slid his hand into her panties.

“But first... I want you to suck me off..” he said, watching her drop to her knees instantly.

Y/N unbuckled his pants, pulling him from his boxers. She opened her mouth, rubbing her tongue over his slit. She hummed at the taste of his precum, looking up at him.

“Don’t fucking tease..” he said, lifting his shirt so he could get a better view.

She finally wrapped her lips around his cock, letting the tip slide into her mouth. She slowly moved her head back and forth, letting her tongue drag against the underside of his cock. She watched his lips part, how a blush spread across his cheeks and his eyes flutter closed.

She loved seeing Keigo like this. How his cheeks got all rosy and a thin layer of sweat collected on his hairline. How he’d usually let little curses fall from his lips, his hands would grip at her hair and he’d tug on it. He would let out the prettiest moans as well, breathy and soft. Y/N would just love seeing Keigo fall apart whenever she’d give him a blowjob.

Keigo looked down at her, beginning to move his hips. He placed his hands on the sides of her head to keep her steady. “Wanna fuck that pretty throat of yours..” Keigo said impatiently.

His cock hit the back of her throat and Keigo couldn’t even lie, he got the sickest kick out of seeing her try to keep herself from gagging around him. It just motivated him to thrust his hips faster, watching how pretty she looked with her mouth stuffed with his dick.

“Good fucking girl..” he whispered, watching her spread her legs in front of him. “Open your eyes, look at me when I fuck into your mouth.”

She looked up at him, her fingers brushing over her panties, desperate for friction. She slid her hand into her underwear, keeping eye contact with Keigo.

“Just like that... You want me to cum down your throat, huh? When I cum, don’t swallow a single drop,” he told her, “be a good girl and do that for me.” he said.

She nodded her head, desperate for his cum already.

Keigo continued thrusting in and out of her mouth, his cock twitching on her tongue. He pulled out of her mouth, his hand wrapped around his own cock. “Open. Stick your tongue out.”

She did as he said, sticking her tongue out. He stroked himself over her tongue, his cum spilling into her mouth. She did as he said, not swallowing a single drop of it.

“Come here,” he said, helping her off of her knees. He pressed his lips against hers, closing his eyes as he pulled her close by her hips.

She kissed him back, opening her mouth to allow the cum to fall into Keigo’s mouth, feeling his tongue exploring her mouth during their kiss. She gripped onto his shoulders, the kiss breaking when Keigo pulled away.

“Stick out your tongue again,” he said, gripping onto her chin. When she did, he spit his cum back onto her tongue, his tongue swiping over her bottom lip. “Good.. Now swallow. Swallow it all..” he told her, turning her around to lean against the dressing room wall.

Y/N parted her lips, closing her eyes as she leaned against the dressing room door, waiting for Keigo’s next move.

“Good girl...” He whispered, tugging her panties down to her mid-thigh. Keigo licked his lips, taking in a deep breath. “You know something, pretty girl..?” He asked, his free hand finding her clit, “When we get home, I’m gonna cum so deep inside of you... Gonna breed my girl... Get you pregnant, make sure you know you’re mine..” he bit down on her neck again.

He pulled her into him, positioning himself between Y/N’s legs. He slowly rocked his hips back and forth, rubbing himself against her thighs. He drew circles with his fingers on her clit, watching her bite down on her lip. “Bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you? You’re so fucking dirty... With your slutty hole, it’s just begging to be bred, isn’t it? Begging to have my cum dripping out of that pussy...” He said, moving his hips back and forth.

The feeling of his cock brushing over her clit and his fingers constantly rubbing his slow, agonizing circles onto her sensitive spot. “I could blow out that back, hm? Have you drooling and fucked dumb on my cock... Of course, I could do it right now, but I know you wouldn’t be able to keep yourself quiet. You’re always so loud whenever you take my cock. Crying like a bitch. Do these fingers feel good against that clit?”

She nodded, putting a hand over her mouth. “Faster, please...” She whispered, closing her eyes as he moved.

Keigo chuckled, looking down at her. “Faster? Is this pace too slow for you? How cute...” he mumbled, moving both his hips and his fingers faster. “Think you can cum just from this..?” he asked.

She nodded again, clenching her legs together.

“I bet you can, my slutty girl..” Keigo muttered, a curse falling from his lips. “Then do it. Cum from these fingers, baby..” Keigo said, licking over the bruises he left on her neck.

She bit down on her hand, laying her head against the cold wall of the dressing room. “Gonna cum..” She whispered, feeling her orgasm wash over her, her sensitive clit pulsating against his fingers.

Keigo closed his eyes, his cock twitching and his pace becoming sloppy as he came, leaving her thighs and panties sticky. Keigo’s breath hitched in her ear, his grip on her hip loosening. “You’re so fucking good... I want you to walk around with my cum on your thighs, on your pretty cunt, all over your panties. Make sure you know you’re mine. Even when we shop,” Keigo smiled, kissing her cheek with a giggle.

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fallingappleshurt · 4 years ago

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im in the mood for angst, so for your dff au, could you please writing a one shot or smth along those lines of techno coming home from a particularly tough duel and everybody else’s reactions? ty!!! <33

YES HELLO I WRITE

Yes Hello I’m a writer and I forgot about asks but here we go!! I’m sorry this took so long and that it’s really bad but here it is!

This is very poorly edited I’m so sorry lol, this takes place in my dff AU! It’s spunky

And it’s been awhile since I’ve written for this AU so things are a little weird, kind of missed the angst but I got ideas don’t worry

TW: violence, fighting, description of injury but nothing too graphic I think

Dicey Nights

Sword in hand, solid stance, deep breath. He could do this.

Techno tapped his foot anxious against the cement floor, waiting for his opponent to climb over the ropes and enter the arena. The air was thick and hot from the muggy night’s humidity and the crowds incessantly loud cheering. The arena was dimly lit around the stans, all light coming from a giant overhead, casting grimmy light over the blood splatters that stained the rough concrete.

His opponent entered the ring, eyes flashing in the light, lips quirked up in a barely perceptible grin. Techno’s anxiety shot from his stomach to his heart, this man was like a tank, tall with bulky limbs and long flat sword.

Techno pushed his worries away, he had taken on opponents bigger then himself before, just not that big, but they needed the money, he had to win this.

They both walked to the middle of the platform, shook hands, the other man gripping too tightly to be friendly, then they turned and walked back to their starting places.

The buzzer sounded and the man shot forwards, sword swinging in an arch, Techno’s sword clashed with his, metal screeching pierced the air as the man tried to overpower Techno, putting his weight on the sword.

Techno kicked him in the knee, the man sputtered and slipped, allowing Techno to dodge to the side then ram into the man, sending him to the ground. He moved to slash his sword at the man’s neck and fake out the audience then the duel finished, quick and easy if the man stayed down for the three count.

Suddenly the man lashed out and landed a kick square into Techno chest, sending him reeling. Techno scrambled to his feet, stifling a groan. His ribs protesting vehemently, sending shockwaves of fire through his chest, he watched as the other man rolled back onto his feet.

The man, Techno heard the crowd cheering ‘Go Thrasher!’, ran at him again, opting to not overpower him but overwhelm him, he swung wildly, he obviously never had any training.

Techno took the defensive, slash, stab, dodge, block, kick back, and repete, analyzing Thrasher’s fighting style, his patterns and goto movements. Once he memorized the motions he switched to offense, changing his own patterns as well, quick slashes and jabs, forcing Thrasher back, Techno would kick at the man’s legs then go back to swinging.

In a ditch effort Thrasher whipped his sword around only for Techno to kick it out of his hands, sending it flying. Techno slammed into the man once again, taking advantage of his distraction, and knocked him to the ground.

He pointed his sword at the man’s neck, looking down the blade at Thrasher, the crowd around him screaming, “Go Blade go!” He tried to keep his face emotionless, waiting for the announcer to call it off.

Thrasher wasn’t giving up, he kicked at Techno again, who half dodged half stumbled away. Thrasher moved faster then Techno had even seen, Techno lashed out, slicing his arm but it didn’t faze Thrasher. Rage blazing in his eyes he jumped on Techno and knocked him to the ground, half pinning him, a knee on one of Techno’s arms, knocking his sword away.

Thrasher punched him across the face, Techno’s head jerked to the side, pain flaring in his face, nausea rising in his gut as the man reared back and hit him again and again.

Techno weakly grabbed for his sword but came up short, his vision was blurring, hot blood dripped down his face, matting his hair. In a last ditch effort, he threw a punch, aiming for Thrasher's throat, he hit his target dead on and hard.

Thrasher gasped and faltered, his grip loosen and Techno took his chance. He yanked himself away and sent another kick to the man's chest, scrambling towards his sword.

He didn’t know what he was doing, he couldn’t win this, the adrenaline would wear off soon and he’d lose, he wouldn’t be able to fight after this, he’d have to go home empty handed. That thought alone made him feel even more sick.

Thrasher rose to his feet, breathing heavily, Techno got into a weak stance, prepared to go down fighting. You weren’t allowed to kill in the duels but Techno was scared Thrasher would chuck those rules out the window. Thrasher’s fists were clenched, cracked and bloody at his sides, fire in his eyes, he let out a roar. Techno’s grip on his sword tightened and he prepared to swing-

The buzzer sounded.

The fight lasted 10 minutes, the announcer called it a draw. The audience booed and complained as Techno went to shake hands with Thrasher.

Thrasher looked at Techno’s hand in disgust before slapping it away, “You fight dirty, freak.” He growled, Techno scowled but bit his tongue and flipped Thrasher off and stalked off as dignified as he could with the room spinning like a toy top.

He grabbed a bottle of water from the sidelines and chugged it when one of the organizers threw a small pouch at him.

“You’re off your game,” The women commented lazily, not looking up from her clipboard, “I expected better.”

“Then you hop on in there,” Techno grumbled, not making eye contact as he pocketed the pouch, he sheathed his sword.

“I’d rather die,” She said, eyes flickering up from the page, “Just like you almost did.”

Techno snorted, “Please,” He said, shouldering his bag and walking towards the bathrooms, “I neva die.”

He somehow managed to get to the bathroom without collapsing, he pushed open the door and stumbled over to the sinks. He gripped the edge tightly, waiting for the room to stop spinning, he looked up at the mirror and realized he was fucked.

There was a gross cut on his hairline, trickling blood down his face, the right side of his face was covered in blooming bruises, blood from his nose smeared down his chin, he looked like a mess.

He felt like a mess.

Techno grabbed a paper towel and ran it under the faucet then scrubbed it against down his chin and along his hairline, ignoring the sting. He dried his face off then filled up his water bottle, dreading the fact that he couldn’t hide this from his family. He hoped to get home before Wilbur or Tommy woke up, he knew he couldn’t avoid Phil, he got up extra early to be able to commute to work.

Techno started home, not bothering to stay for any other duels, he wouldn’t be able to win, not in the state he was in anyways. He squeezed past the security guards and tried not to fall while walking, the trip home only should have been around forty minutes but between his slow pace and stopping to take breaks so he wouldn’t pass out it took him over 2 hours to get back.

The rusty metal stair squeaked as Techno climbed them, they groaned as he put his weight on the railing, god he wanted to lay down.

He unlocked the door, trying to push it open as quietly as possible, of course the door made that impossible as it creaked loudly.

The door cast a shadow on the soft light coming from the kitchen, Techno could hear dishes clicking quietly.

“Hey Tech,” Phil said, as Techno locked the door again, “You’re back later then usual-” He stopped, staring at Techno’s face, Techno immediately put his hands up, “Now I know what you’re thinking but let me just say; it’s not that bad.”

“Sit,” Phil said, setting his coffee cup down, Techno rolled his eyes, but sat down anyways. “Yeah I saw that coming,”

“Please tell me the other guys looks worse,” Phil prodded at the bruises on Techno’s face, Techno shrugged.

“Please tell me you didn’t get your face fucked up for nothing,”

“I hope? I mean I got a few good hits in, oh that reminds me,” Techno leaned over, rummaging through his bag for money pouch,

He immediately regretted it because it made the room spin again. He grumbled but found the pouch and tossed it on the table.

”It’s not a lot but it’s something,” Techno trailed off, he could have stayed longer, fought harder, been more useful but a few bruises sent him running back home. “I can go back tomorrow, get us more-”

“What? You’re not going back, you look like shit!” Phil said incredulously, checking the cut along his hairline,

“But we need the money,”

“We’ll get by,” Phil’s eyes narrowed, mouth in a tight line.

“That’s a lie-”

“No it’s not,”

“Phil I’m not stupid we need more and I can go back, tonight was just an off, when I go back I can get us more-”

“You’re not going back!” Phil said firmly, “You’ll get hurt again-”

“It’ll be worth it-”

“No! It’s not! Nothing is worth you getting this hurt!” Phil snapped, he took a breath, shoulders slumping. “I’m sorry it’s- it’s just not worth it, you need to be okay too, you deserve to be okay.”

Techno sat there, not sure what to say. Phil looked at the clock and swore under his breath, “Shit, I’m gonna be late,” He grabbed his coat, “I’ll see you later, take it easy, alright?” Techno nodded as Phil walked out the door.

He sits there for a minute, not sure what to do, he wants to sleep for 45 hours but he is also hungry. He opted to grab a banana when he hears Wilbur yell from the other room;

“Tommy brush your hair!” The bedroom door opened, “No! It looks fine!” He didn’t notice Techno as he walked into the bathroom, Wilbur followed him out a moment later.

“Hey Wil,”

“Hey Tech, you're up earlier and oh my god are you okay?” He trailed off to the next point, gesturing gingerly at Techno’s face.

“Yes, I’m fine, I promise,” Techno said again, putting his hands up and rolling his eyes. Wilbur nodded, they stood there for a moment before Wilbur asked;

“Did Phil flip out?”

“Oh yeah definitely,”

“Well, at least something’s normal,” Techno snorted.

“Hey Wilbur, we’re low on toothpaste again-” Tommy said, coming out of the bathroom, he looked at Techno and trailed off.

“Uh, Techno, You’ve got a little something,” Tommy gestured to his own face, hand hovering over the whole right side, “on your face, like everywhere.”

Techno snorted and smiled softly, “Thanks for telling me nerd,”

“What happened?”

“Not important,” Techno said, grabbing an orange from their fruit bowl, tossing it at Tommy, who caught it with ease, “What is important is that you’re gonna be late for school, now get going.” He hadn’t told Tommy about the arena fights, he didn’t know how Tommy would react and he didn’t want to encourage it or risk it.

“No I’m not, you’re just avoiding the question!” Tommy protested, jamming his finger into the skin of the orange.

“You sure about that?” Techno nodded to the clock on the wall, 7:06.

“Oh shit, I gotta go,” Tommy said, Wilbur slapped the back of his head, “Language,”

“What come on! You say it all the time!”

“Yeah cause I’m older then you, now grab your shit,”

“Now you're just rubbing it in!” Tommy said, grabbing his backpack off the hook by the door.

“You’re right, now let’s go, I’ll walk to you,” Wilbur stopped in the doorway, Techno could hear the creaks of the stairs as Tommy jumped down. Wilbur looked at Techno, eyes soft.

“Go to sleep Tech, you look like you need it,”

“Well I was going to but now that you said that, I think I’ll stay up,” He teased, Wilbur rolled his eyes.

“If you aren’t asleep by the time I get back I will crush you,”

“I’d like to see you try,” Techno shot back as Wilbur closed the door, locking it.

The banana forgotten and set back on the counter, Techno slipped his shoes and laid down, hoping the others wouldn’t worry too much, he fell asleep almost immediately.

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jaylixjun · 4 years ago

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last kiss pt.2

this is part two of the song fic “last kiss” ! it’s down below if you want to read it !!

https://winchester-fredweasleysgf.tumblr.com/post/650322643337232384/last-kiss

fred weasley x reader

angst

fred stood outside of his flat after he closed the door. he looked in front of him shocked.

did he just do that ?

he was able to hear her sobs from the open window, her trying to catch her breath and mumbling things to herself .

yes, he did that.

he finally felt the tears fall and stream down his face, he contemplated in going back but couldn’t.

he gripped his little messenger bag filled with two outfit changes and toiletries with one hand.with his free one, he wiped his tears with his sleeve, he couldn’t look back and her sobs sounded louder and louder to him.

he picked up his feet,feeling heavy like if he was wearing concrete shoes as he walked to george’s flat a few blocks away, tears falling down.

a few moments earlier….

fred had gotten home a few hours later than he intended.

12:30am read the clock

he had been working since early morning and felt exhausted, this wasn’t the first time this happened, the shop kept getting busier and busier by the minute.

fred got in his flat quietly trying not to wake y/n.

“freddie ? is that you ?” he heard from upstairs

“huh yeah it’s me” he mumbled as he saw her come down the stairs in her cute hedgehog pajamas and fox slippers

“hello love, how was work today ? i’m assuming fun ?” she said sarcastically smiling as she pointed at his tired face and tried to go in for a kiss

“it was fine , im gonna go take a shower” he said dodging it and walking up the stairs .

she would be lying if she said that didn’t sting, but she brushed it off , he probably did have a hard day.

“uh o-okay , i’ll make you some tea”

she wasn’t sure if he even heard.

20 minutes later, she heard footsteps coming down the stairs, she was confused when he wasn’t in his pajamas .

“you sure you’ll sleep comfortable in that ?” she giggled grabbing his favorite mug and pouring the hot water into the mug along with a tea bag .

“where are you thinking of going at this hour freddie?” she asked turning around to get fred some biscuits

“george’s”

“how come?” she asked confused “are you two going to work on something new?” she asked again, putting the biscuits beside him and sitting down.

“no” he said

“then ?”

“we should break up” he said suddenly pushing away the tea and cookies .

“wait what ?”

“please don’t make me repeat it”

“but why ?!” y/n asked feeling her throat closing and tears breaming her eyes

“is this one of your pranks?” she said trying to blink the tears away smiling

“no, it’s not, i’m sorry” he said standing up

“wait wait hold up, i’m so confused what happened ? aren’t we going to talk about it? freddie? what’s wrong?” she said standing up too , all he did was walk towards the closet and got his messenger bag .

y/n went after him and held his hand.

“freddie, are you serious ? what happened? why are we breaking up, what did i do? did i do something? why are you leaving??” she said, couldn’t keep away the tears, she felt everything coming apart, she cried a little bit more when he pulled away his hand and adjusted his bag.

“im sorry y/n”

“this is how you’re gonna leave me? you’re not even gonna tell me why? you’re better than this!! please fred, don’t leave, tell me what happened !”

“i’ll be looking for a new flat soon,i’m going to stay with george for a bit,i will be coming for my stuff tomorrow”

“please freddie, i love you, can’t we talk for like at least five minutes??!”she said frantically

“goodbye y/n” fred said walking towards the door

“please please don’t! don’t l-leave me like this, i can’t just please don’t” she said sobbing and choking on her words.

he just opened the door and left.

she couldn’t believe it.

they were fine that morning before he left to work

that morning…

fred and y/n we’re sleeping peacefully, his arms around her , his face nuzzled in her neck, he held her like if she was his teddy bear.

beep beep beep beep !!

he heard the first time the alarm went off, he really had to be early that day, he had been waking up at night due to him being on the look out making sure he didn’t over sleep.

he reached over and turned it off groaning, y/n shifted feeling fred move and eventually waking up right away.

“fred ?” she said groggy from sleep and barely waking up

“shh it’s okay darling, i’m just going to go get ready for work, you can go back to sleep”

“hmm noo i’ll get up too”

“love it’s okay” he said giggling at her bed head, still thinking she was beautiful”go back to sleep” he kissed her forehead.

when fred went to go change, y/n got up stretching her limbs and getting her slippers.

“what are you doing up?” he asked smiling up at her

“well, since you’re rushing to go to work and probably won’t have time to get breakfast right now, i know you’re not going to eat until later sooo i though why not make you something !” she said blowing at kiss his way and running down to the kitchen before he got to protest,making him shake his head and laughing quietly to himself while he buttoned the last of his buttons in his shirt.

he went down after he had done everything to get ready for work, hearing y/n wash the dishes downstairs.

“hey darling”

“hey freddie”

“why are you washing by hand, we have magic you know?”

“yeah but its okay to do it like this once in a-hey !”she said as fred casted a spell for them to clean themselves

“you’re welcome” he said with a smirk

“whatever” she rolled her eyes

“anywayss , i made you a quick omelette, i know you have to go and i didn’t have enough time to make you something else but you need to eat something”

“it’s perfect y/n/n , thank you, i’ll eat it fast over there”

“here i made george one too, he’s probably rushing just as much as you are”y/n said handing him a container with his breakfast

“thank you, i’m sure he’ll appreciate it”he said kissing her nose making her blush

“oops i have to go love” he said going over for his jacket

“alright, be safe okay ?” she said walking towards him

“i always am” he said smirking

“hmm yeah okay” she said while he placed his hands on her face and held her delicately, stroking his thumb across her cheekbone looking into her eyes.

“i love you” they said at the same time, making fred smile and y/n blush, they leaned in, giving each other a sweet kiss, making them melt inside.

“alright lover boy, you’re gonna be late for work” y/n said , her cheeks tinted pink after their kiss

“only because you say so” he said kissing her hairline before going over to the counter and grabbing his and george’s breakfast.

“i love youuu !!!” he said running out the door turning around to look at her

“i love you most” she said waving at him before he left.

…never thought that would be their last kiss.

what went wrong ? y/n didn’t know nor have any sort of clue what.

an hour later of her crying in the living room, she got up and grabbed her suitcases.

she went up to their room and packed all of her belongings.

she grabbed her wand by the nightstand trying to get out of the house as fast as she could.

she got a hold of her suitcases,knowing she forgot a thing or two but didn’t really care, and aparated to hermione’s and ron’s front step, she almost went to ginny but she knew she would tear fred a new one no matter what time it was.

ron and hermione were pissed at fred when they found out, they let her stay the night there before she went to look for an apartment in the morning.

when fred told george about what happened, george was screaming and cussing him out, calling him an idiot almost telling him to get out, but he couldn’t and although fred didn’t cry and acted tough, george could see he was hurting.

the next morning when fred went to go pick up his things,he knew something felt off. when he entered the house it felt empty, not that he expected it to be filled with love though, it was too quiet, he slowly went upstairs to their bedroom and saw the closet door open but no y/n, he saw all of her things were gone and knew she moved out instead. he sat in the bed and let his tears fall.

within two days of them breaking up, all the weasley’s had already found out, all of them upset with fred for leaving her with no explanation, he felt embarrassed to tell them why.

george visited y/n in her new flat for the whole week of her living there. when he went back one day and saw the “for rent” sign back up, he went up and knocked on the door frantically until one of the person living there told him that a young lady had moved out that morning.

he quickly went over to fred’s house and screamed at him. he cried that his best friend was gone and didn’t know where she went. he didn’t talk to fred for about a week.

-that was months ago .

fred knew george had been hanging out with y/n and that so had ginny,ron,hermione and harry. he never said anything or ask about her because he knew he had no place in doing that.

he would be lying if he said he didn’t miss her. some days, he would be grumpy and other days he would lock himself in his room crying softly over her. he thought no one noticed, but of course his twin always knew.

over the months, he had less and less of an idea on why he broke up with her,he kept saying he did the right thing but then he would always doubt himself. he had pushed his feelings about this for a while saying he didn’t deserve to be sad about this situation, so now it was hitting him a bit harder. he wondered how she was and if she met someone new or anything, but didn’t have the guts to ask george or anyone. he always acted like if he was unbothered. he really wanted to see her again and hold her, tell her how sorry she was and that he was an ass for leaving her with no explanation.

george was able to see how sorry he felt for himself and seen his spark slowly fade. george himself also missed having y/n a walking distance, although he could always aparate to her house, it was different, they used to see each other almost everyday .

fred wished she could just come back, until one day she did .

fred woke up with a headache, and like the last few months, there was no y/n next to him sleeping.

he groaned getting up rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. he looked over to where y/n used to sleep. he wasn’t able to move out from that house. he had left everything how y/n had left it. he stared over the same spot for a few more seconds before he caught on. he cleared his throat and got up to get ready for his day.

he adjusted his tie while looking at himself and his messy hair that he had let grow like he had in his sixth year. still managing to pull it off .

he went downstairs and ate his breakfast before he aparated to work.

“hey mate, it’s your day off ! what are you doing here?” george asked when he saw fred aparate infront of him, not admitting it lowkey scared him a bit.

“yeah i know, i just didn’t have anything to do”

“um welllll” george thought while scratching his eyebrow “you can restock those things over there and put away those boxes” he said pointing to the objects.

“ok” fred said bluntly.

george knew it was one of those days so he let him be.

“alright man, later you want to go pick up some lunch or something”

“uh yeah sure”

“brilliant !”

more stocking up later and running around the store, 12 o’clock hit.

“alrightttt dear old brother of mine!!what shall we go eat for lunch today!!” fred heard george loudly say as he entered the room he was in

“huh?”

“where do you want to go eat?”

“dunno, anywhere really, doesn’t matter”

“oh cmon not a place in mind? huh? leaky cauldron maybe?”

fred got up and adjusted his work jacket/blazer

“not really”

“alright then, move your bloody arse and let’s see where we shall go!!” he said pushing fred out the door.

the twins had been walking around diagon ally for a while now deciding where to go.

“cmon freddie, just pick a place”

“we should just go back to work, i’m not that hungry anyways”fred said turning around and tried to make his way over to the joke shop leaving george behind.

george had tried to go after fred, he was able to see him a few feet away and was about to run to catch up with him when he accidentally bumped into someone.

“…and can we go try those cauldron cake you like so mu-woooa !!!”

“i am so sorry ma’am i apologize !”

“marianne are you okay?!”

“georgie ???” y/n exclaimed

“y/nn ??!!”george said while pulling her into big hug .

“you two know each other?” marianne asked

“yes ! he’s my best friend”

“i’m george weasley, i’m so sorry again”

“i’m marianne y/l/n, y/n’s cousin and it’s all good don’t worry” she said as they shook hands and both let out some “nice to meet you’s”

“what are you doing back here ?!!decide to come and visit me ??” george smirked.

“no you big bloke” y/n jokingly said, “our cousin is having a baby and we came over for her baby shower, and you? where you rushing off to?”

“well uhh” george tried to come up with an excuse but his eyes widened when he saw him already staring at them with his mouth open,shocked.

a few moments earlier with fred ..

he had tried to make his way to their shop, he felt bad for just leaving george there, he didn’t feel hungry and just wanted to go back to work to distract himself before he went back home and go back to feeling sorry for himself.

he knew george was trying to catch up to him, he wasn’t far behind and he hadn’t walked far enough due to the tons of people around, he knew he had crashed into someone because he heard him apologize.

“marianne are you okay?!” he heard someone exclaim

that voice he instantly recognized.

that same voice made him stop dead in his tracks.

he couldn’t believe his ears and just thought he was imagining it.

until he heard it again.

“georgie ???”

“y/n ??!!” he heard george say, confirming his suspicions of y/n being a few yards away from him

he slowly turned around and saw her, her back was facing him but he still managed to gasp as he let himself acknowledge he wasn’t dreaming.

he felt his feet moving quite slowly but surely making his way over to them, his eyes welling up, he hadn’t seen her in months, which had felt like an eternity to him. he had blocked out everyone and every noice, it’s like his feet kept moving on his own til he finally stopped , less than ten feet away.

he saw george look up and his eyes widened when he saw fred, which made him snap out of it a bit.

y/n and marianne saw george looking behind him with a distressed face which made them turn around.

y/n saw what george was looking at

both fred’s and y/n’s eyes connected, making her let out a loud gasp

she saw his face in person after a while, she couldn’t believe it. he had let his hair grow out, it was messy but it still looked good on him.

he saw that she had changed her hair too, she had gotten a haircut, but her eyes looked sad, she had under eye circles that were still visible even when covering up with concealer and saw her face go a bit pale when she saw him.

marianne right away knew what was going on, she knew that was fred, y/n’s ex, and knew the person that bumped into her was the same george y/n has been hanging out with.

she saw y/n’s eyes start to well up, she turned to look at george and he just gave her a “shit” look, she right away gave fred a dirty look.

“y/n…” fred whispered as he took a few steps forward

y/n had never turned around that fast in her life, she felt dizzy, she didn’t know if it was because of what was happening or because she turned so fast, maybe both.

“we have to go, i’ll see you later okay george ??” she said desperately

“y/n” fred said a bit louder while he tried to walk closer to her but marianne stopped him.

“y/n” he said firmly, almost begging, he knew she had heard him but just ignored it, which hurt him but understood.

“i’m so so-“fred desperately tried to apologize but didn’t get to say it

“bye georgie” y/n said while quickly taking out her wand and apparating away .

he didn’t miss to see the tears already escaping her eyes before she left.

“no! is-is she-“ fred tried to ask

“no! you do not get to ask anything about her !” marianne loudly said, making a few heads turn around to where they were standing.

“but-“

“but nothing!”she told fred, with a nasty look on her face.

“i’ll go check up on her” she told george, not before she gave fred one last mean look and went after y/n, knowing she went back to her house.

fred dropped his head ,let it hung low and put his hands over his face,feeling a few tears come out.

“cmon fred, let’s go back to the shop” george said patting his back and walking to their destination.

Once y/n apparated back to her house,she dropped her purse on her bedroom floor and cuddled herself on her bed crying,just letting her tears drown her while sobbing.

a few minutes later, she heard her cousin get home.

“y/n/n ?, are you in here?”

she didn’t get any respond but her sobs let her know she was in there.

“oh honey come here” marianne said approaching her, sitting next to her while y/n was crying her eyes out.

“shh shh it’s okay let it out”marianne consoled her,stroking her hair.

“i can’t see him again marianne,i tried to move on i really did and now he appears i can’t ! what-what if he finds out where i am and-and i can’t go through that i can’t !!!”y/n rambled sobbing.

“honey it will be okay”

y/n cried, trying to get some words out,not knowing what to say.

“it’s okay,i’m here for you”

y/n just nodded and stayed there for a few minutes.

“i’m so sorry mari”

“hey,it’s okay y/n/n, you don’t have to apologize”

she just sniffled.

“you want to go take a bath? get refreshed and maybe we can watch a movie and i can go get some snacks, maybe your favorite ice cream?”

“o-okay” she replied while wiping her tears, standing up from her bed.

“here i’ll go get you a glass of water, be right back”

while marianne went for her water, y/n took out her pajamas,undergarments,towels and her fox slippers.

“here you go”marianne came in handing her the cup.

“i’ll be downstairs, howl if you need anything” she chuckled

“thank you”

once marianne left the room, y/n undressed herself, wrapping the towel around her and took her things to her bathroom.

she turned on the water and let it fill up a bit. while it was filling up, y/n stared at herself in the mirror, her puffy red eyes burning up as she started to create some more tears.

she finally let go of her towel and stepped into the warm water.

meanwhile at the joke shop. . .

fred and george entered their store, george flipping their “open” sign over to “closed”

fred was making his way upstairs when george stopped him.

“where do you think you’re going?”

“upstairs” fred said quietly

“no you’re not,you’re going to come talk to me”

“georg-“

“no fred, you need to let me know what happened when you two broke up, why did you do it fred? you won’t even tell me!”

“george,i don’t know”

“what do you mean you don’t know! you just can’t do that! i mean cmon ! you left her with no explanation and when she’s doing better you just come barging in !”

“i’m sorry” fred said while he just let his tears escape

“i’m not the one you should be apologizing to, you’re my brother and i love you, but you can be an idiot sometimes, i understand you’re hurting and your feelings are valid, but what you did was not okay, i still can’t understand why you did what you did, it hurt her a lot freddie, whenever i would go see her, she would always ask about you and how you’re doing, she still loves you,and very much.”

“i miss her george, i miss her a lot” he choked out

“i know you do mate”

“i need to see her, georgie please tell me where she is, i need to make things right again”

“fred..i-“

“please george i’m begging you”fred exclaimed, crying a bit harder

“look fred, i’m not sure if she would be comfortable with that”

“please george,please ! i’ll leave her alone if that’s what she wants me to do! i need to at least try !”

george looked at how desperate he looked, he looked completely in shambles, both of his best friends were hurting right now, he too wished it went back to how it was, he knew it was definitely not going to be that easy.

george took one more look at fred and sighed.

“okay,fine alright”

fred felt like he could collapse right there, he was finally going to go talk to her and try to make things right after 5 long months.

“can we go right now?”

“right now? fred are you sure you’re ready? and don’t you think she needs some space right now?”

“i have to george!”

“okay okay, just hold on, let me go lock up” george said getting up”i won’t take long”

fred sighed and sat down with his hands over his face.

after what felt like an eternity later, george came back up.

george saw how fred was bouncing his leg up and down and how fast he stood up when he saw him come in.

“what took you so long!”

“woah, it’s not that easy mate, you’ve been working here as long as i have”

“sorry, can we please go now?”

“are you sure fred? i mea-“

“yes! just please take me to her”

“alright”

i actually hit the limit😭the link to the continuation of this is up now !!

#fred weasley #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley fic #spotify #fred weasley imagines #fred weasley one shot #fred weasley oneshot #fred weasley x y/n #weasley twins #harry potter #taylor swift

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the-shy-waiter · 4 years ago

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Beautiful girl

Dean x reader

Hi! im new to the world of writing and this is my first imagine, hope you guys like it! if you do, let me know and i’ll write a part 2! :)

You stumble through the bunker door trying your absolute hardest to not fall flat on your face before you make it to bed. It was getting bad again. You couldn’t get your thoughts under control, your anxiety taking over, so you went to the bar. Was it a healthy coping mechanism, no but at that point you were tired of fighting 24/7 and just needed a little release. You finally get your heels off and start to walk to your room when you hear a voice, “where the hell have you been?” It was Dean. You didn’t even see him through your drunken hase. “The bar” you reply haphazardly “The bar?? What the hell where you doing at the bar?” “ drinking, it’s kinda what you do at a bar dean” “thanks smart ass, what is going on with you?” He says getting up and walking over to help you get to your room, his heart slightly breaking when he smells the stench of alcohol on you mixed with the dried tears sprawled across your cheeks. You ignore his attempts and try to shimmy past him, not wanting to get into the deep inner workings of your brain with him while you’re trying not to pass out from your booze filled night. “Nope you’re not getting away from this that easily” he says as he picks you up bridal style and brings you into his room. You’re too exhausted to fight so you let him. “Your sleeping in here tonight, I need to make sure you don’t swallow your tongue in your sleep” he grumbles. He flops you onto his bed and sits down next to you. “What are you doing y/n?” “This isn’t you, going to the bar without telling anyone and getting so drunk off your ass you can barely get home”. You can tell by the look in his eyes he’s scared. Scared of what it is you’re fighting that is so bad you need to drown it in alcohol just to get through the night. The thoughts swirling around deans head make him sick to his stomach, he just wants to know what’s going on so he can protect his girl. The tears start to stream down your face. You’re the one who’s scared now. “They won’t stop dean, my thoughts, they’re so dark I don’t know what to do with them”. His rough hands reaches up to cup your cheek, his thumb wiping your tears pooling under your eyes. “What thoughts sweetheart? Whats going on it that head of yours?” You’re hesitate to look into his eyes but when you do, you instantly trust him. Not that you didn’t before but now is different, you’re desperate and need help. “Im so scared in gonna fuck up” your voice cracks. “ Everyday, every time we go on a hunt im scared im gonna screw up and someone is gonna get caught in the crossfire”. “I'm so tired of seeing being getting hurt, the blood, the screaming. I can’t do it again, I can’t have another person's blood on my hands and the thought of it happening again is driving me crazy”. At this point, you’ve moved on Dean's lap and are drunkenly sobbing into his shirt. Deans holding you tight and stroking your y/c hair. He wishes he could say anything but he just can’t come up with the words when he feels his t-shirt dampen with you tears. After a few minutes he gently slides you off his lap and stands up. You stop crying and look up to where he’s off too, scared that he can’t be bothered with your problems. He doesn’t leave, instead he walks over to his dresser and pulls out one of his old shirts and a pair of his sweatpants. He comes back over and kneels down infant of you to meet your gaze. “Let's get you comfortable then we’ll talk”. You nod lightly getting up to get changed. With your drunken lack of coordination, you struggle to undo the zipper of your dress. “Dean, help please” you say barely above a whisper. Dean turns around to face you after attempting to give you some privacy. “Of course sweetheart” he whispers back. He gently places his hands off your shoulder and slowly unzips the stupidly tight dress. He finally gets to unzipped and you shimmy out of it. You continue the process of changing, Dean giggling lightly when you get his large shirt stuck over your head. His hands land on your arms to stop you from flailing around and he slips the shirt over your messy hair. Once you’re dressed, Dean leads you over to the bed. “Lay down and get comfy, i’ll be right back”. You nod and watch him walk out of the room. When he comes back he has a glass of water, some medicine and a makeup wipe. “Take these and drink this, it’ll make you feel better”. You nod, taking the pills and the glass, “thank you Dean. Im sorry, im sorry I scared you and im sorry im such a mess and im so-“. He cuts off your rambling with his gruff voice suddenly smooth and comforting. “Stop apologizing. We’ll talk more in the morning when you’re sober. Just relax for tonight and stop thinking”. Before you can answer he cups your face for a second time and begins to gently wipe off your smeared and caked on makeup. You both stay quiet while he clears your face of as much makeup as he can. “There she is, there’s my beautiful girl”. Even drunk you recognize his comment and blush. Your relationship with Dean isn’t official but its real. He always shows how he feels about you and always makes sure you know he cares. He carelessly tosses the makeup wipe on his night stand to be collected in the morning. You’re tired after a long night so you’re struggling to keep your eyes open. Dean taps your leg as a sign to slide forward as he peels the covers back. You’re take his sign and slide under the warm blankets. He follows suite and pulls you over to cuddle with him. You accept his movement and lay your head on his chest, his heart beat making you feel more at ease than you have in weeks. “Get some sleep sweetheart, i'm right here. I've got you”. You’re too caught up to even realize what you’re saying before it slips past your lips. “ I love you Dean” without hesitation you get a response “ I love you too beautiful”. You feel his soft lips lean down and meet you hairline. “Goodnight Y/N”. You’re consumed by relaxing darkness and fall into a deep sleep. While you’re sleeping, Dean stays awake a few minutes just to feel you. Feel your breath on his chest, your small hand on his stomach, the smell of your hair on his nose and your heartbeat, simultaneously syncing up with his. He wishes he could take it all away, the pain, the sadness and he wishes he could protect you from all the scary thoughts spiraling through your head. He wishes he could show you how beautiful you are, not just on the outside, but on the inside. How smart you are, how kind you are and how much you help other people. You’re beautiful and he wish you knew it. You’re Deans beautiful girl.

#dean winchester #dean x reader #supernatural #imagines #deanwinchtser #supernatural imagine

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cnc-hoebayb · 6 years ago

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We could start off every day with sex n super smash bros

*Smut warning!!

Erick sinnn omg guys im so nervous

Also this isn’t gonna be superrrr explicit like my others just bc this is new territory and a lil different still...

But here it goes, lmk your feedback pls 🙃

“Ew don’t touch meee” Erick whines as you roll over, playfully nudging him with your toes. His eyes are scrunched shut tightly, trying desperately to ignore you. “Pero es la mañanaaaaa,” you fight with him as he pulls the sheets over him and drowns you out with a pillow over his ears.

You can’t seem to find a hole in his little barrier, so you give up with a huff, slumping back onto your pillow. It was your one day off. A day for you to sleep in and relax, but of course you would end up fully energized at 7 am. Erick was no help either, that kid would be asleep for another 3 hours max and there was no way to stop him.

The phone on your bedside table buzzed and maybe it wouldn’t be too bad to just browse social media for a couple hours. Or so you thought...

You click the little Instagram icon and it immediately shuts down. Click again, same thing. You go back and forth between apps, disappointed as each one loads with an error- no connection. “Dammit,” you whisper and notice the icon on the top left of your screen disappeared, WiFi shut down.

The laziness in you kicks up and overpowers the effort to fix it. You look over to Erick, still buried in blankets and sleeping soundly. So trying not to wake him, you remove yourself from the bed slowly, inching your way out as quietly as possible. Feet hit the cold tile beneath you and you bolt over to your closet. Moving a few old jackets and shoes, you find a big box and slide it out next to your tv.

You remove the contents quietly again, making sure to check on Erick every time a sudden noise was made. Tangled chords get plugged into multiple ports and outlets, your desperate attempt to find some entertainment for time being. Once it was all set up, you place the console on the tv stand excitedly, digging through the box one more time for exactly what you were looking for. You insert the game and hop back in bed carefully, controller in hand.

Once you got situated in a comfy spot on the bed, a good distance away from Erick to give him room, you clicked the switch for the tv. The room immediately filled with the blaring music from the theme opening. You scramble for the remote rapidly and smash the button until it was silent. It didn’t work, however, since Erick was already up and facing towards you.

His hair was messy, sleep still in his heavy eyes and with a little baby frown. “Que estas jugando??” He questioned and looked at the screen so obviously plastered with the logo. You shrivel up a little in place, trying to look unknowing but also cute enough to get away with it. “Super smash bros......”

You fail to hold back a playful smile and cover your face with the controller. “Without meee!?” He argues and pushes you away from him. You point at him with the controller in hand, “Erick- estabas durmiendo, déjame en paz im bored.” His pout becomes a little softer, but he sits still with his arms crossed.

Some time passes of him being silent, you watch and wonder what’s running through those sleepy thoughts of his. He lets out a defeated sigh, rubbing his eyes before holding his hand out to you. “A controller,” he starts and yawns in between, “dame.” You hand him the one you were holding and grab the other off the nightstand. He adjust his eyes to the screen and gives you a nod to start it. “Ready to lose?” He jokes, and you lean in.

“Can i have a good luck kiss at least...?” You rest your head on his shoulder and bat your lashes up at him. He perks up quickly, catching himself just as fast, trying to play it cool. “Yea ye, i guess i could share some of my super smash bros skills with you this way.” He turns his head to press a soft kiss on your lips. You take it in while it lasts and run your tongue across your lips right after. Erick goes on and turns his attention back to the tv, ready to play.

But you look up at him and that messy hair, that light cover of stubble layering his chin, his perfect pink lips- and maybe there’s another game you wanna play now.

“Erick,” you say and he responds with a quick “que”, choosing through a long list of characters and not looking back at you. You roll your eyes and say it again, but this time while tugging at his shirt “Eriiickk.” He sets the controller down and turns toward you “queeee??”

You hold him by his jaw and slam your mouth to his, his eyes going wide with surprise. He pulls back a little, not quite sure what to do. You take the controller from him and toss it off the bed, yours following shortly after. His confused look changes up as you assure him of what you want, locking your arms around his neck, laying back and pulling him down on top of you.

“Whoa whoa,” he lets out as he falls over you and begin kissing and nipping at his ear. The tv played on in the back, background game music that sounded ridiculous in this situation. You smile against his skin and he giggles. “Ahora que” he laughs, now starting to kiss all over your neck and face. “La música, it’s funny,” you reply and he stops to listen.

“Guess we just gotta drown it out,” he says and sucks a mark onto your collarbone. Now there’s the gross teenager in him. You fall into his embrace, letting him droop over you lazily as kisses become more sloppy. The heat in your body increases as he takes the initiative to grab your thigh and lift it for him to settle in between.

“Por que eres tan bella en la mañana?..” he mumbles against your ear and it makes your heart flutter a little. His lips slide against your skin in all the right places, knowing exactly where to hit you for these types of moments.

A good amount of time goes by before you’re both ready for the next level. With as great of a kisser he was, you could get caught up in those lips all day. There would be no problem with that on either side too, because Erick definetly felt the same way. But what was happening now was sudden and pure need- a desire that wanted to be addressed immediately. And honestly, mornings like this was one of the times where he was at his hottest to you. So this would be fun.

The now so obvious bulge in his sweatpants grinded between your legs, making you gasp with all the thoughts that started to build in your head. Knowing he never liked to initiate, you part from his lips and squeeze his biceps with intention. “Erick,” you stop mid sentence and he bites his swollen lips while looking right into your eyes. “Grab a condom, I’m ready.” And with the speed of light, he rolls off of you to dig through the bedside drawer, pouncing back over you as he shows off the tiny little package.

You giggle at the goofy excited face he makes and he tears the corner of the wrapping with his teeth. He leans down to kiss you deeply one more time, letting you help pull his remaining clothing off before doing the same with yourself.

His nose rests against yours, pretty little lips hanging open as he slides the condom on, your own hands making their way down to assist. He exhales sharply and interlocks his fingers in yours. “Lista, bebe?” Its quiet and intimate, opposing slightly his normal character. I mean, he was always sweet, but it surprised you to see another side to his sweetness, however many times you’ve seen it before.

“Lista,” your hands massage the back of his neck, right where his hairline starts to fade. He’s slow, gentle, almost to the point where it’s too hard to wait for more. But he was careful with you, and that was always the most important thing.

He bottoms out fast, collapsing over you with a deep breath. “Don’t start losing on me now,” you joke and it helps relieve the tension of the moment, his confidence boosting up again. You guide him with a pace, something you can both handle and work out together, rolling your hips up into his.

His soft groans were actually more like whimpers, never afraid to overcompensate and be too dramatically vocal, he was as natural and amateur as any other boy your guys’ age. You clench onto his arms, arching up at his constant thrusts. The veins in his neck flex slightly and he’s never looked so focused in his life.

Your loud whines match the volume of the still playing video game and the squeaks of the bed frame. Sheets bundled at your feet as he pushes your bodies higher up on the bed, getting that perfect leverage to finish you out. “WhoA-“ you accidentally mutter, the sensation simply emitting your first thought out suddenly, and in a totallyyy not sexy manner.

He smiles wide and it’s almost like he wasn’t literally inside of you right now, because before you know it you’re both giggling at your little slip. Your eyes start to water as you try to keep it together and not break out into a full on laughing fit- Erick above you doing the same. “I couldn’t stop, it just came out,” you justify and cover your face with your hands, all previous movement now at a hold.

“You’re a nerd,” he teases and starts to poke at your hands while pinching and tickling around your face, trying to get you to reveal yourself again. You squeal when he blows a raspberry on your neck, making you wiggle and finally push him away. The both of your laughter fills the air and the mood is so much lighter than before.

You push his hair back and snap back to what was happening before your guys’ fit of laughter. His cheeks are flushed with color and you bring him into a kiss. “I ruined the mood didn’t i?” You smile nervously and he continues to pepper your face with kisses. “No, you made it better” his tongue sweeps along the roof of your mouth with skill and you moan in response.

The rest is frantic- hands pushing and pulling at open skin, hips pounding against one another, muffled noises as teeth bite into soft flesh in pleasure. He mutters a string of broken English, bucking into you roughly. His body spasms and you chase your release shortly after, burying your face into his warm neck.

Your fingers clench into his skin as you come undone, feeling lost in his touch and body. You both start to slow down until he finally rolls from on top of you, plopping onto his pillow. He lays there and it looks like he’s trying to reload back into normal Erick mode.

“You’re weird,” you cuddle up to him to lay your head on his sweaty chest. And like all he needed was the sound of your voice, he turns his head to you and shows off those perfect teeth. “Youre weirder,” he wraps you in his arms and starts to play with your now very tangled hair, “siempre me quieres así en la mañana.”

“You’re not complaining” you snap back and he agrees silently with a single look, fingers still locked in your silky strands. You squeeze him tightly to remind yourself how amazing he is and how lucky you are to have him to yourself. He groans as you squeeze tighter, almost pushing you away. “Oowww,” he squeezes you back to play along.

You release him and kiss his cheek one more time. “Okay can we go back to playing the game now?” Youre already reaching for your controller on the floor, pressing buttons to get it started. “Desnuda???” He almost screams, already halfway through putting his own underwear back on.

“Yea, it’ll distract you more,” you wink at him and press play. “My chance of winning is waaayy better now,”

#im sorry erick #mi bebito lindito #it had to be done i had to do it for me #cnco #cnco imagine #cnco smut #erick x reader #erick brian colon

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sam-lives-story · 6 years ago

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#SamLives - Chapter 12

“...With Some Unexpected Additions”

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Jack gasped sharply and gritted his teeth, snarling and tugging against the green strings, fighting for his freedom. He had to get out. He had to save Sam, had to help Mark. But there was something...odd about the strings. With each tug against his restraints, Jack felt a little more of the fight leaving him, his will to rebel slowly draining away. His head was pounding, his throat was sore, and his shoulder was throbbing with pain...so...so wouldn’t it…

...wouldn’t it be easier to just give in?

The Nerf gun fell from his hands, tumbling to the floor with a clatter of plastic and a muffled thump against the carpet.

“ No͊w be̺ a̦ go͟õd̏ li᷅t̏t᷁l͋e᷊ pup̝p͟ét, an̂d̯ ğo᷊ t̥õ s͕le̗e̥ṗ. ”Yeah...yeah, sleep sounded so wonderful right now. Jack slowly let his eyes drifted shut.

Click .

“You let ‘im go right this fucking second, or I blow your fuckin’ brains out, bro.”

Shing .

“I told you scalpels vere good for more zen just surgery!”

“Oh, shut up! Take care of Jack while I deal with the Glitch Bitch.”

“h᷊O̓w̶ d̍A͇r᷈E̖ y̶OͅU͎?!?”

“Don’t even think about moving, man. Try me.”

Whatever hold Anti’s puppet strings had had over him was beginning to dissipate, the cords themselves no longer as tight and restraining as they once were. He could feel them falling away from his body, as though they were no longer attached to the person that had wielded them before. Jack staggered, groaning, and he felt a pair of hands lightly grip his arms to stop him from falling over.

“Easy Jack, easy,” a voice cropped up from right in front of him, a foreign accent adding an odd flavor to the words. “Slow down. Zose strings can really affect ze mind, even if used for mere moments. Take it from me. I vent through it once und it vasn’t a fun time…”

Jack dragged his eyes open, fighting back toward some semblance of control - and his eyes widened almost comically, a startled noise escaping him.

He was staring at himself. Or, more accurately, a version of himself. The glasses, the smirk, the concerned eyes, the familiar white coat.

“Sch-Schneep?!” Jack stammered. He felt as though he might just topple over from the shock of everything after all.

Jack’s eyes flicked upward, past the Good Doctor’s shoulder, to seek out Anti - and what he saw drew a sharp gasp past his lips.

Chase Brody, the trickshot master himself, was going head-to-head against the glitch demon, Nerf gun drawn and determination in his gaze. Anti was glaring at him with all the rage of hell burning in his eyes, and as Jack watched, he drew back his knife with the intent of landing a quick, painful attack on his taunter. Chase just shrugged and sighed.

“I warned you not to move, dude.”

Chase pulled the trigger, his gun still aimed at Anti’s head.

But it wasn’t a normal foam disc that left the gun’s chamber. It looked the same, at a glance, but there was something more to it - because instead of bouncing harmlessly off of Anti’s chest like Jack’s had, the disc collided with Anti’s skull and sent his image scattering into thousands of glitching pixels in a burst of bright, Nerf-green light. Anti staggered back, his image reforming, and when he did a deep, fury-laced scowl had set in across his features.

Oh, Chase had pissed off the wrong demon.

Anti snarled and dashed forward with his knife at the ready, but Chase had been expecting it. He dove right, rolling with practiced ease over the coffee table and landing in a crouch on the other side. He aimed again - had he even reloaded? When had he reloaded? Did he even need to? - and shot twice, hitting Anti’s shoulder and leg in turn. Both collision points exploded into static-filled distortions like Anti’s head had before, reforming just as quickly and with just as little effect as the first shot.

But it was still slowing him down. It was holding him back. It was hurting him, in a way, and Jack’s jaw dropped.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

“Jack!” Henrik snapped his fingers in front of Jack’s face, drawing his attention. “Vhere is Sam?”

“Sam–?” Jack mouthed the name, his thoughts still horribly fuzzy from whatever the hell Anti’s strings had done to him. He screwed his eyes shut and shook his head, trying to clear his mind of cobwebs. Sam...Sam?

Sam!

“A box!” Jack’s eyes snapped open and he pointed across the room, both his and Henrik’s gazes following his finger. “Jewelry box. Anti locked him inside.”

“Scheisse!” Henrik swore under his breath and ran across the room toward the box, his coat fanning out behind him while he left Jack to clutch at the nearby bookshelf for support. His legs felt shaky, his head still buzzing. Fucking hell…

The room around him was nothing but chaos, too much noise and movement for him to fully comprehend all of it. He caught bits and pieces, his eyes darting between Chase and Anti’s rapidly-moving forms, and Henrik who was crouched before the chair in the corner.

Chase did some sort of parkour move off the couch, one foot planting firmly on the cushions and the other pushing off of the wall behind it. He spun in the air, diving over Anti’s swiping knife and barely avoiding getting slashed in the side.

Almost.

Chase hissed and tumbled across the living room floor in a sloppy version of what looked like a practiced roll, teeth gritted in pain and his free hand clutching at his thigh.

“Shit! Fuck!” Chase hissed, pounding once against the floor with the fist still clutching his Nerf gun. He shot a glare at Anti from beneath the brim of his hat, snarling in response to Anti’s shit-eating grin and his glitching giggle. It seemed to spur him into action again, scrambling to his knees and bringing his red-stained hand up to grip his weapon more steadily, aiming again. “Fuckin’ bastard!”

Chase fired, the green shot piercing through Anti’s shoulder and drawing a distorted cry of pain from the demon. Chase smirked.

”Hah!” he taunted, standing up onto slightly unsteady feet and taking a staggered step backwards. “That’ll teach ya not to mess with Chase Brody!”

Anti snarled, clutching at his shoulder as its broken pixels reformed, this time a little slower than before.

"I w̉ou̚ḷḍn̄'̣t̮ b̎e̞ so̠ co᷈cky̓, i̴f̌ I we͛r̵e ỵo͗u͖, de̬a᷊dbeåt̘.”

Even from across the room, Jack could see Chase stiffen at the word. His confidence seemed to wane, the hold on his gun going a little slack, and there was a tightness behind his eyes that Jack recognized. Deadbeat dad. The exact thing Chase never wanted to be, and the one thing - whether it was true or not - that he regretted most.

Was that all it would take for Anti to get to him? One, two words?

Jack watched the man with bated breath. He could see the way Chase’s jaw tensed, the way his nostrils flared and his grip tightened, the way his eyes narrowed...and the way he planted his feet, training his gun back on Anti even as the demon glitched closer and closer, darting forward across the room. No, he wouldn’t be shaken so easily. Chase took two shots straight through the Demon’s chest...but this time Anti was expecting it. Anti was ready. He flickered out of existence just long enough to miss Chase’s discs, grinning wickedly, teeth sharp - but a third unexpected shot hit its mark.

When Chase had pulled the trigger this time, he hadn’t stopped at one or two discs. No. Again and again, unending, his aim shifting with each pull, he rained neon green ammunition down on the ever-approaching monster that seemed hell bent on taking him out for good. Shoulder, leg, chest, head, arm, shoulder–

Anti was hard to see clearly at this point, his image a flurry of exploding and reforming distortions of pixels in the air. He was speaking, shouting, something that Jack couldn’t quite make out through the fuzziness in his head and the level of distortion Anti’s voice had reached.

“Who’s cocky now, huh?!” Chase snapped. This wasn’t the same teasing banter he’d been using before, his tone more serious. “Eat Nerf, glitch bitch!” Anti was only steps away now, so at the very last second Chase dove to the right and landed in a crouch near Jack’s feet. He shot a grin up at Jack - holy shit, it was like looking in a fucking mirror - before glancing past him toward Henrik.

“How’s that box comin’, Doc?”

“Nearly zhere,” Henrik shot back over his shoulder. He pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose and smirked. “Anti’s no idiot. Vhatever zis lock is, it vas made to be impossible to pick.”

“Plan B?” Chase asked, refocusing on Anti, who was finally regaining some semblance of solidity. “Or should we just skip all the way to Plan F-This and get the hell out of here?”

Jack had to admit that Anti looked a little worse for wear. He didn’t look any less angry than before, but a light sheen of sweat could be seen at his hairline, and the scar at his neck had begun to bleed. The battle was beginning to take its toll. Even so, Jack couldn’t help but gulp and press himself flush against the bookshelf he’d been using for support, as though he might be able to phase through it and hide between the books and photos and video game memorabilia that was kept there. Chase seemed to notice his distress and stood, planting himself firmly between Jack and Anti with his Nerf gun as their shield.

“Vhat do you take me for, a moron?” Henrik joked, chuckling. “Of course I have a Plan B! Zhere is alvays a loophole to exploit, I know zat better zen anyvone.”

“Well are you gonna tell me the loophole, or would you rather leave me hanging while I’m facing down a murderous computer virus?”

“Oh, quit your vhining,” Henrik muttered. He turned back to the jewelry box, from which Jack could hear quiet squeaks and movement from Sam. Sam was okay. He was just...trapped. “I’m removing ze hinges instead. Just keep him distracted until I can–”

“G̈҉e̦͍᷁Ť o̭Ȗt̙ o̵̹̦F͔ m̵͕Y ͘͜wA̷̵y᷀!”

Anti had finally managed to reform fully, appearing rather suddenly right in front of Chase. Wide-eyed, gasping sharply, Chase brought his gun up to fire again – but Anti was faster. He grabbed Chase’s wrist and yanked harshly to the side, twisting Chase’s arm roughly and drawing a pained shout from the man.

“E̶no̻u͙gh̫ wi̅t̆h͗ y͜òu̸r pLa̰S̶t̙I̼c͐ t͠Oy̦S͑. Fi᷀r᷊s͖t M̤a̅r̠k̻ip̮l͊ie᷁r̝, th͛ên͖ J̼a̓c̲k͂...a᷊n᷇d́ nͅö́w̔ ẙo͉u . I’m᷇ s��I̯c̅K oF̈́ i͛T!”

A flurry of confusion crossed Jack’s mind. Mark…? Mark had never used a Nerf gun around Anti. Hell, he hadn’t even met Anti. Had he? But...his musings could wait. Anti wasn’t playing games, not anymore. The Nerf gun clattered the ground, and as Chase grit his teeth, Anti’s mouth twisted into a sick smile.

He had the upper hand now, and he wasn’t about to let it go.

Anti’s grip tightened and he wrenched Chase away from his protective position in front of Jack, sending Chase tumbling across the ground and out of his way. The space between Jack and Anti seemed to vanish in an instant and Jack’s vision was filled with the sharp, angry grin of a dark-eyed demon. A hand - a tight, painful, semi-solid hand - closed around Jack’s throat, and he could have sworn he felt his heart stop as fear flooded his system.

Not again. Not again. Please, not again…

White spots danced in the corner of his vision, blurring the edges of Anti’s face, due in part to fear alone. He knew what Anti was doing, now. Anti didn’t want him dead. He wanted him under his control. He wanted to take over. And if he lost consciousness, if he wasn’t awake to fight against that control, it would be so easy, too easy, for Anti to...to...what? What was the end goal here?

Jack couldn’t even think straight anymore, his thoughts a fuzzy mess of static. He brought a hand up to grip feebly at Anti’s wrist, the other reaching out to push at the glitch’s chest, his actions weak and sluggish. Distant words floated through his mind, so near yet so far away. He couldn’t focus enough to figure out who was saying them, or how real they were.

“Doc, c’mon! Hurry up! He’s not letting me get close enough to–”

“I know, I know! I’m almost zhere, just one more–”

“No, I ẖa͗v̶e m̪ůch... ͛mùch᷆ b᷆i͈g͗g᷄er p̓lan̶s᷉ foͥr᷆ yõu͕, Jaͅc̻k…”

Not enough air, can’t breath, it hurts it hurtsithurtsithurts–

‘Anti you gotta stop! Please!’

Sam’s voice rang through the room, and a blur of green crossed in front of Jack’s vision. The grip around his throat went slack, not leaving completely but giving him enough room to fucking breathe. He gulped down air like it was the sweetest thing he had tasted, and when he refocussed on the scene before him, he saw Sam sitting on Anti’s shoulder. His little eye was full of emotion, pleading quietly with all the adorable sadness of a kicked puppy. And Anti–

..Jack almost couldn’t believe what he was seeing. If he didn’t know any better, he might just go so far as to say there was a softness in the way Anti was looking down at the little eyeball, an odd sort of affection and guilt that couldn’t possibly be real. There was no way.

‘Please don’t do this,’ Sam was saying quietly, a shaking unsteadiness to his word. ‘Don’t hurt Jack. I love him very much and I need him, and he...I don’t like seeing him get hurt. It makes me sad, and I...I don’t wanna lose my D...family. He’s my family. So...so please? Let him go?’

Click .

“Just listen to the kid, man.” Chase had recovered his Nerf gun and was standing in the middle of the room, his aim trained on the back of Anti’s head. “Don’t make him cry.”

“You’re outnumbered.” Henrik this time, standing just off Chase’s shoulder with his scalpel in hand, tightening the blade where it sat in the handle, stern eyes peering over his glasses at the pair. “Zhere are four of us, und only one of you. Zat could change, ze longer you’re here. You’re already vorn out, I can see it...and who knows who else might show up next…?”

Jack could see a vein in Anti’s neck pulsing, his jaw tight and eyes narrowed. For a moment, Jack thought the demon might turn them down, might defy them all and go on with his plan anyway. But then Anti’s eyes fell on Sam again...and something in his expression changed. He snarled and shoved away from the bookshelf, leaving Jack to slouch against it in utter-fucking-relief before glitching away in a flurry of static, electric sparks, and distorted pixels. Sam was left tumbling down from where Anti’s shoulder had been, barely catching himself in the air before hitting the carpet.

“T᷊hi̘s̴ i᷁sn't̠ t̔h͏e l͟a͚s̏t͗ y͚oͅủ'l̙l᷁ s͎e̐e̹ őf̆ m͚e̦.”

With those final words the tension in the room dissipated rather suddenly, and Jack slid down to the floor to sit back against the bookcase and catch his breath. His throat was on fire and he coughed, wincing, trying to swallow in an attempt to sooth the renewed soreness. It didn’t really help.

‘Jack!’

Before Jack knew what was happening, he was bombarded by a tiny green projectile, Sam nuzzling up against his cheek and ‘cuddling’ every part of Jack’s face that he could reach.

“I’m–” Oh, god his throat hurt. Jack winced again and brought up a hand to catch the overactive eyeball, tugging him gently by the tail until he was floating where Jack could see him. He smiled weakly, and this time he let his thoughts speak for him.

‘I’m okay, Sam.’ He smiled softly. ‘I’ll be fine, thanks to you. You saved me, buddy. You’re so, so brave…’

Sam giggled quietly at the compliment, his frantic movements slowing for the moment. Jack could still feel the worry that Sam was feeling, a tiny beacon of distress in the back of his mind...but it wasn’t quite so strong as it had been before. He let Sam go and the little eyeball immediately snuggled up against Jack’s chest where he could feel his guardian’s heartbeat, strong as ever if not a little rapid.

“Not to interrupt zis wunderbar little moment,” Henrik spoke up. “But I believe zhere is somebody else ve should be helping?”

‘Oh, yeah! Where’s Mark and Tim?’

It was as if an electric shock had jolted him as the realization struck.

“Dark!” Jack’s words came out pained, hoarse, wheezy, his voice not all there. He winced and gritted his teeth, struggling to his feet and fighting past the flames in his throat. “Dark... ngh ...h-he’s outside. Mark went...car. The car.”

Chase and Henrik exchanged a look, and Chase nodded.

“I’m on it.”

He was out the door before Jack had even found his footing. Jack made to follow him, more than just a little worried about his best friend, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him where he stood.

“Nein, you’re not going anyvhere,” Henrik scolded, shaking his head. He guided Jack over to the couch, ignoring his protesting gestures and looks, and forced him down onto it. “You’re injured, und I’m not about to let you go running off into anozher fight so quickly. God, you’re just like Jackie…”

Jack opened his mouth to protest, remembered his throat, and thought better of it in favor of flipping off Henrik with all the impudence of a bratty teenager. The good doctor huffed and sat on the coffee table across from Jack, shaking his head.

“Chase can handle himself, Jack. I trust him vith zis. Ja?” He pushed his glasses up his nose and leaned forward toward his patient. “Now...vhere vere you injured…?”

Mark’s head was pounding, his eyes screwed shut and his nails clutching at his scalp so tightly he couldn’t tell if he had broken the skin or not. Images rushed past in his mind’s eye, rapid and flashing and horrifying all at once.

It would be enough to drive anyone mad.

“Have you given up yet?”

Dark’s voice echoed against the inside of his skull, drawing a pained whimper from Mark, who had yet to change positions from when he had curled up in a ball on his knees at the start of it all. It’s not real , he kept reminding himself, even as he saw Amy’s pained, pleading eyes staring back at him from his own imagination. It’s not real, and it will never happen.

It was the only thing holding him together at this point, that and the thought that somewhere inside the apartment, Jack was counting on him, counting on his help. He needed to fight this, fight back.

Think of something happy.

The little idea that popped into his head sounded remarkably like Tim, which wasn’t too much of a surprise really. Tim was a voice of wonderful positivity in his life, a small beacon of cheerfulness that he could always depend on to brighten his day. So to say that his internal positivity was voiced by the little box? It made complete sense.

Think of something happy .

Himself and Amy, going out for ice cream. Ethan and Tyler, the three of them, laughing through their lines in a short film. A take for the blooper reel, clearly. Kathryn’s teasing remarks. Chica, giving him happy puppy kisses. Himself and Jack, laughing over Spaceballs and Sea of Thieves, acting like idiots and loving every second of it.

Kissing Amy goodnight.

It was helping. It wasn’t lightening the pressure by a lot, but holy shit was it helping. Mark felt some semblance of clarity begin to return to his mind, regaining a sense of awareness that had been lost to him in the sudden onslaught of Dark’s mental attack.

Mark lifted his head slightly, trying to locate Tim somewhere against the concrete backdrop the driveway provided. Instead, dark polished shoes came into his view, the ground crunching ever-so-slightly beneath their soles, and Mark stiffened. He saw the man - no, he wasn’t a man, he was a demon - crouch before him, watching him. Watching. Observing.

“Trying to fight back, are you?” That voice again, smooth and deep and haunting and charming all at once. Echoing. Looping. Belittling. “I’m surprised...and here I thought a spineless, self-serving, self-worshiping monster like you, wouldn’t have enough humanity left in him to find any light in such a dark–”

“Sir?”

Another pair of shoes had appeared near Dark, just beyond him, these ones dark grey sneakers. They were neat, crisp, unworn in any way...and Mark had a sinking feeling he knew who this new arrival might be.

“What is it, Google? Can’t you see I’m busy?”

Mark hated being right sometimes.

“Antisepticeye has vacated the premises.”

Mark froze.

“He would like to inform you that issues arose and things did not go according to plan. There were...as he said, “more players on the board” that he had not anticipated. Anti would like to discuss this matter in more detail, but for tonight, he is no longer in need of our assistance.”

A long pause followed the android’s words, and Mark felt both relief and heart-stopping anticipation in that moment. Anti was gone. Jack was okay, probably. But...what did that mean for him? Would Dark leave, just like that? Or–?

“Pity.” The word stopped Mark’s careening train of thought in an instant. “And here I was hoping I’d be able to break our friend Mark here before the night was out. Ah, well...perhaps another time .”

The pressure in his mind vanished in an instant, leaving Mark to gasp sharply and run his hands through his hair with closed eyes. The relief was absolutely monumental. The vice that had been keeping him in constant pain was gone, and all that remained was a throbbing headache that Mark was sure he could alleviate with some Advil. He sat up, slowly, his gaze dragging upward until both Darkiplier and Google were fully in his sights.

It was like going to a wax museum, where all the wax figures were supposed to be you. They all looked pretty damn close, but there was something... off about them, because the weren’t exact copies.

Plus the fact that one of those wax figures was actually an android, and the other made it look like you were staring through red-n-blue 3D glasses, and neither of the wax figures was actually made of wax…

...yeah, okay, maybe Dark had screwed up his head more than he’d first assumed.

“Is it wise to simply leave him behind as he is?”

“What damage could he possibly do?” Dark quirked an eyebrow at the android. “He knew I existed beforehand; it wouldn’t take a genius to assume others have surfaced as well. This changes nothing . Besides...it isn’t as if we can’t find him again after this evening.”

Dark eyes that held a sinister promise locked on Mark’s, and a shiver went down the man’s spine.

“We have eyes everywhere. He can’t hide, not from us.”

Pounding, running footsteps interrupted what Mark was sure would have been a rather chilling closure. (As if Dark’s last statement hadn’t been chilling enough already.) All three heads whipped around to see Jack bolting for the driveway, the Nerf gun Mark had been playing with all week held tight in his grip. With a cocky grin and more determination than Mark thought was fitting for such an action, Jack aimed his weapon at Dark and cocked his head to the side.

“Game over, Edgelord,” he taunted. Something about the way he was acting, the way he was talking , made Mark do a double-take. “Your homeboy Anti just ran off with his tail between his legs. I think it’s high time you did the same.”

Mark squinted at his friend. When the hell had Jack had time to change his clothes…?

“Should I neutralize him, sir?” Google’s eyes had taken on a red hue, the logo on his shirt glowing brighter than before, but Dark held up a hand to stop his colleague.

“That won’t be necessary, Google.” Dark folded his hands behind his back, smirking at Jack and casting a humorous glance toward the toy he was wielding. “As it is, my friend and I were already on our way out. No need for any further casualties. Not this time.”

Jack nodded to Google, not yet lowering his gun.

“Your Brobot seems to think otherwise.”

“Don’t mind him. It’s just in his programming.” Dark cast a sideways look of contempt toward Mark, still kneeling on the ground, and his lip curled in disgust. “Until next time, old friend. ”

Then both Dark and Google vanished into wisps of black and grey smoke, leaving no trace behind, no hint that they had ever been there at all.

“Oh thank fuck ...”

Mark groaned and dragged both hands over his face, rubbing the worry lines away and trying to massage his headache into non-existence. He heard footsteps approaching him, but they didn’t quite reach him. Instead he heard Jack veer a little to the left and stop there, an odd sound of plastic-on-plastic reaching his ears. When he let his hands fall into his lap and opened his eyes he realized what it was.

Jack had clipped the Nerf gun into a holster attached along the back of his belt - as though that was were it had always belonged, but where the hell had it even come from? - and he was crouched on the driveway reaching for something that was just out of sight around the front end of the car.

“Oh, buddy...what did he do to you?”

Mark frowned, his brow furrowing in confusion. Who…?

Tim .

Mark stumbled to his feet to get closer, peering over Jack’s shoulder, and sure enough the tiny box was unconscious in his friend’s hands. He didn’t look hurt, just...asleep. Knocked out. Mark reached over Jack to take Tim from him, his hands as gentle as ever as he cradled his little biscuit against his chest protectively.

“Dark...he said he wasn’t here to hurt Tim,” Mark muttered, glancing up at Jack. “I don’t think - I think he’s just asleep.”

“I hope so,” Jack nodded, tugging at the brim of his hat and giving Tim another thoughtful glance before standing and turning his gaze back to Mark. “You good though, bro? Mister My Chemical Romance didn’t hurt ya too badly?”

“Not really, no,” Mark shrugged. He started to shake his head too, but the action made his head pound and he immediately decided never to do that again. Instead he stared at Jack, bewilderment flooding his features. “Wait, me? What about you?! Last time Anti was here he nearly killed you, Jack! How did you even–”

The thought was cut off by a rather unexpected laugh from Jack. The Irishman’s expression was bright, humorous, and the laughter that left him was loud and genuine, but the fact that he was laughing at all left Mark staring at him in baffled silence.

“Bro - dude. Oh my god, no.” Jack shook his head, eyes sparkling, and he chuckled as he went on: “Mark, I’m not Jack.”

Um. What?

“You’re not–”

“I’m Chase,” Not-Jack grinned. “Chase Brody.”

Mark blinked, and several things lined up in his head in that moment.

Change of clothes. Nerf gun. Nerf holster . ‘Brobot’ and ‘Edgelord’ and ‘Your homeboy Anti’ and–

“Oh my god, you’re the trick shot guy.”

“Yeah!” Chase’s grin widened and he shot Mark a pair of finger guns. “Exactly! Bro Average, trick shot master! Nice to meet ya, man!”

Mark’s expression was hovering somewhere between amusement and stupefaction.

“Of...course you are. And, uh...how...how many…?”

“How many Egos are there right now?” Chase snickered, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Just three, for Jack. I dunno how many Evil Twins you’ve got lurkin’ around, but it’s just me and Henrik and the ol’ Glitch Bitch on Jack’s end. Hen’s taking care of Jack inside right now.”

“Henrik…?”

“Doctor Schneep.”

“Right, okay. The...the German guy.”

“Heh, sure, yeah.” Chase snorted and glanced back toward the apartment, then around at the windows of the other residence in the area. “...actually, we might wanna head in before anyone starts askin’ more questions than they already will be, yeah?”

“Uh…” Mark blinked and shook himself mentally, still struggling to wrap his head around just how similar Chase and Jack looked . He supposed seeing Google, Dark, and himself in the same place probably looked equally surreal. “Yeah. Good point.”

“Jack, sit still! Leichtsinnig… ” Henrik muttered the word beneath his breath, then glared half-heartedly at Jack over his glasses. “Reckless boy.”

“Hey–!” Jack’s protest came out wheezy and he winced, scowling in annoyed silence instead.

Jack’s sweatshirt had been carefully wrestled off of him not too long ago, and the German doctor was already examining the rather impressive bruises marking Jack’s shoulder. The collision with the television cabinet hadn’t broken the skin, but the area was already turning a deep red color and it hurt to the touch. Jack bit back a whimper as Henrik carefully felt around the area with prodding fingers. He shot the medic a wary look.

“Are you sure y-you actually...know what you’re doing?” he asked, whispering instead. “You don’t have a real medical license…”

“Hush!” Henrik scowled at the YouTuber, his eyes narrowing. “I may not have one, but I vent to medical school same as anyvone else in my field! Ze only reason I don’t have a license is because I–”

The door opened then, drawing the attention of both men and Sam, who had been snuggled up in Jack’s lap. Sam let out a quiet squeak and went airborne, darting across the apartment to snuggle against Mark’s cheek happily.

“Seán?”

“Mark!”

The name hurt to say, the word coming out hoarse and quiet and pained, but Jack’s joy and relief was there nonetheless. He swatted away Henrik’s protests and shoved off the couch, drawing his best friend into a tight hug.

“Fuck, man…” he whispered the words against Mark’s shoulder and squeezed his eyes shut.

Jack ignored the pain in his shoulder, just letting himself revel in the fact that they were both alive, they were both safe, and they had both made it through whatever the hell had happened tonight. Mark was hugging his friend back just as tightly….but with only one arm.

“Do I even wanna know what the hell Anti did up here while I was gone?”

“...probably not,” Jack admitted quietly. “An’ you’d probably say the same ‘bout whatever Dark did to you outside.”

A low, humorless chuckle rumbled through Mark’s chest and Jack finally stepped back, a weak smile playing across his lips.

“Well...you’re not wrong, I would say that,” Mark shrugged, and Jack saw him bring his hands against his chest, holding something there. “But...uh. We kind of need to keep each other in the loop, don’t we? So we can–”

Mark’s gaze trailed downward and he broke off, his eyes widening and his jaw tensing.

“...is that...new?” he asked.

Jack knew what Mark was referring to without even having to ask.

The bruises on his throat, he was sure, looked worse than ever, the old ones from before still a sickly green-yellow while the fresh ones from this evening were a brilliant red. Plus he wasn’t wearing a shirt, so the massive pattern of bruises on his shoulder was fully visible too.

Unable to give him a proper verbal response, Jack just nodded with a grimace. A vein pulsed in Mark’s neck and he seemed to have to force himself to look away.

“VHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU VERE BLEEDING?!”

“Oh my god, Hen, fucking chill, dude. It’s not that bad–”

“JACK VHERE IS ZE FIRST AID KIT??!?!”

“Henrik, for fuck’s sake!”

Jack shot a look to Chase, who was now actively trying to avoid Henrik’s healing warpath while a red stain of blood slowly soaked the thigh of his jeans. Oh...Jack’s mouth fell into a small circle and his eyebrows rose...that was where Anti had caught Chase with his knife earlier, wasn’t it? In the heat of the moment, the chaos of everything, Jack had almost forgotten that it had happened at all.

‘Mister M-Mark? What happened to Tim…?’

Then Sam’s voice chimed in, quiet and worried. Jack saw Mark wince and look down into his hands, where Jack now realized an unconscious Tim was curled safe again Mark’s chest.

“He’s...he’ll be alright, Sam. He’s just...asleep…”

“Vhere is ze sewing kit–?!”

‘You sure he’s gonna be okay?’

“Stop! I’m fucking fine! Dammit, Henrik, you’re not my fucking wife– !”

Everything sounded too loud, the entire room an endless cacophony of noise, and Jack just wanted it to stop. He wanted quiet. His head was still pounding, still spinning, from everything that had happened since Robin had called, and all he wanted was to sit down, talk it over, drink some tea, and go the fuck to sleep. But he could only do that if everyone would just–

“SHUT UP!”

Jack fell into a coughing fit, his throat screaming at him for raising his voice to such a level after the beating his neck had taken...but it did the trick. The room had quieted, all eyes snapping to him, the expressions he received on the other end rather mixed. Mark looked concerned, Chase was still vaguely pissed, and Henrik had a frantic look in his eyes as though he might explode at any second. Sam let out a little startled squeak and tumbled out of the air, Mark catching him with one hand before the little eyeball even had time to right himself.

“God...okay…” Jack took a deep breath to regain some air and nodded, his voice back down to a whisper. “Okay. So. Mark, you’re good. Sit down an’ take care of the kids.” Mark stifled a chuckled at the comment, and the smallest of smirks twitched at the corner of Chase’s mouth. “Chase, sit the hell down. Let Schneep look at ya. I’ll get the first aid kit - yes, and the sewing kit , I know, Doctor - then I’m makin’ myself some tea, we’re sitting the hell down, and we’re gonna talk about what the fuck just happened.” He threw a weary glance around the room, making sure everyone had heard him. “Got it?”

“Sure thing, man.”

“Ja. Understood.”

Jack looked to Mark last, who still had the same little worried frown creasing his forehead from before, but a bit of that strain had lessened to a degree.

“...yeah. Got it.” Mark managed a tired smile and glanced down to Tim and Sam, still held carefully in his hands, before returning his focus to Jack with a nod. “Thanks, Seán. Go do your thing. I’ve got it handled out here.”

Jack finally smiled then, and some of the tension melted out of his shoulders. He wasn’t alone in this. He wasn’t the only one who had to take charge of this absolute circus of a mess. He and Mark were in this together, best friends taking on the world together, and there were others waiting to help out in the wings if things really went sideways. Amy, Kathryn, Robin...maybe Matt. Perhaps Ethan or Tyler too, if they really needed the help. But the fact still remained that he wasn’t in this alone.

So with one last, appreciative smile and a pat on Mark’s shoulder, Jack set about doing what he had tasked himself with. God, he couldn’t wait for tonight to be over.

[A/N] - Well well well...here we are! The other half of the absolute chaos from the previous chapter, finalized here for you all. I'm sure this chapter will bring as many questions as the last, and they won't go unanswered! My apologies for taking longer to get this one out to you. Life's been a little hectic on my end...heh...but I still have inspiration for this story! Don't you worry!

Next chapter, another much-anticipated character will show his face, and while not as much action will be included it'll be just as intriguing.

I hope.

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modernlcve · 6 years ago

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* — stats — rory hanna !

* — basics !

full name: aurora catherine hanna. nickname(s): answers exclusively to rory. age: twenty-one. date of birth: august twenty-fifth. place of birth: carina bay, north carolina gender: female. pronouns: she / her. sexual orientation: bisexual. level of education: high school graduate. pursuing a degree in journalism and political science.

* — physical !

tattoos: she’s genuinely one bad day away from getting a grl pwr tattoo but for now. none. piercings: ears pierced twice. notable features: she got a cute lil nose. weakness(es): restless legs. scar(s): one in her hairline on the center of her forehead.

* — domestic !

occupation: student. residence: she lives in the house with mr. hanna. social class: solidly middle class. parents: she’s closer with mr. hanna, she always felt more pressured to be a High Achiever by their mother and it kinda screwed stuff up for them. siblings: she considers austin one of her Best Friends even if she’d never say it to his face. she’s more apt to make fun of aubrey but ultimately does really like having a dorkass big sister. extended family: i should ask what u think but. nah.

* — personality !

positive traits: quick-witted. driven. confident. negative traits: snide. bitter. obstinate. myers-briggs ( x ): istj; the logistician. temperament: choleric. moral alignment: neutral good. horoscope: virgo, the virgin. hogwarts house: ravenclaw.

* — favorites !

movie: beetlejuice. tv show: orange is the new black. book: pride & prejudice. drink: vanilla chai latte. food: sour gummy worms. animal: cats. color: red. song: landslide by fleetwood mac. artist: lorde. celebrity crush: hozier.

* — impressions !

first impression: she’s purposely a little off putting. she’s dry and sarcastic, and, as we been know, doesn’t crack a smile for just anyone. the big exception to this is in a more professional setting. at school, she’s much better at small talk and forcing a smile. it’s why she’s sure to keep the two worlds separate. self impression: she knows that ultimately, she’s smart and capable and handling her shit. but she’s still a person, and one with very high expectations for herself, which every now and then takes a toll on her. lover impression: she keeps her circle small, but if you get in - especially this far in - she’ll ride or die for you. she’s not the type for big romantic gestures or getting too mushy, but all the same, she’s dedicated to people that show up for her.

* — et cetera !

turn ons: confidence. intelligence. spontaneity. turn offs: arrogance. spinelessness. condescending tones. drink/drugs/smoke: yes/weed/no. dominant hand: right. clean or messy: clean. early bird or night owl: night owl. hobbies or special talents: yeah she learned how to skateboard and longboard in her pursuit of being a Cool Girl.

* — QUESTIONNAIRE !

01. where was your character born? what brought them to carina? what do they like most about the town?

rory was born in carina. she’s planning her escape, but she’s not really in a huge hurry to get out of town. if anything, she’s scared to leave. she likes being a big fish in a little pond. she likes feeling in control of a familiar environment. the idea of leaving the nest and failing is terrifying to her.

02. who are your character’s friends and family? who do they surround themselves with? who are the people your character is closest to?

rory’s relationship with her family has changed in the past year or so. she’s always been close to austin and that much hasn’t changed. she used to be closer to their mom, even if their relationship was a little messed up, but with everything that’s happen, she’s taken the opportunity to be a little shit to her. she’s more defensive of their dad now than ever, having watched him work through all this. she’s trying to reconnect with aubrey, and rely on her as the Big Feminine Influence in her life, but it’s a process. she hangs out with The Crew, but is notably close with the parrish twins. she’s probably closest with Austin but seth is a close second.

03. what is your character’s biggest fear? who have they told this to? who would they never tell this to? why?

again rory’s biggest fear is that she’s just like. a really cool girl for carina but when she gets into the real world she’s not gonna be worth shit. she wants to ditch the idea of law school and pursue journalism full time, she wants to get out there and live and write and be someone, but there’s a nagging fear that it’s not the big smart plan her and her mom made when she was a freshman in high school and she’s gonna fail and be useless. if she’s told this to anyone, it’d probably be seth, but i don’t think they’re the type to dwell on stuff like that. it’s more like spewing random Red Flag bullshit and then moving on forever?

04. has your character ever been in love? had a broken heart?

rory has been Aggressively telling herself that she wasn’t actually in love with seth since he turned her down. but regardless of if she was or not, he definitely broke her heart for a hot minute there. she really felt like she was putting herself out on a limb there but, deep down, part of her really expected things to work out. she’s repressed it all pretty well by now, but for a while, it just stung and she was embarrassed to have poured her heart out like that only to be rejected. it’s why she spent some time so gung ho on getting out there and dating around and trying to find a new path, but nothing really took. she’s currently sworn off relationships, at least until she graduates, but again, there’s just one little part of her that would break that rule, under the right circumstances.

06. it’s saturday at noon. what is your character doing? give details.

she’s probably holed up in her room. maybe studying, maybe just being around the house and goofing off. she funnels a lot of her free time into school work, but likes to take a chunk of time off on the weekends to decompress. she either spends it watching something on netflix or hanging out with her Pals.

07. what is one strong memory that has stuck with your character since childhood?

rory really vividly remembers a day when she was in elementary school and she got to sit in on a couple of her mom’s classes because no one could Watch her one afternoon not because the classes were amazing but because, even if it was just in a small talky way, she bragged on her, in a way that made her feel so competent and grown up like. hell yeah i read at an 8th grade level and kick ass at brainteasers :nailcare: close second would b the time in middle school some Prep called her one fucked up biotch at lunch and seth threatened 2 kick his ass for her honor that meant a Lot

09. what is something that upsets your character? where do they go when they’re upset?

rory gets overwhelmed thinking about school and her life beyond it. when she’s upset, she’s probably got some lame spot around the cove on some little hillside where she can sit and watch the ocean and just Decompress for a minute or alternatively face the other way and watch all the tourists on the beach just enjoying a special day. it helps her zone out and avoid things just long enough to move on.

10. when your character thinks of their childhood kitchen, what smell do they associate with it? why?

yeah i thought the pizza night thing was really cute so im just going to Echo that. while she’s always been the Rebel of the family she does lowkey miss when things were Easier and the biggest conflict between them was whether or not sausage was a valid topping to spring for.

#( rory hanna. )#( stats. )

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#SamLives - Pt.12

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...Jack gasped sharply and gritted his teeth, snarling and tugging against the green strings, fighting for his freedom. He had to get out. He had to save Sam, had to help Mark. But there was something...odd about the strings. With each tug against his restraints, Jack felt a little more of the fight leaving him, his will to rebel slowly draining away. His head was pounding, his throat was sore, and his shoulder was throbbing with pain...so...so wouldn’t it…

...wouldn’t it be easier to just give in?

The Nerf gun fell from his hands, tumbling to the floor with a clatter of plastic and a muffled thump against the carpet.

“No͊w be̺ a̦ go͟õd̏ li᷅t̏t᷁l͋e᷊ pup̝p͟ét, an̂d̯ ğo᷊ t̥õ s͕le̗e̥ṗ.”

Yeah...yeah, sleep sounded so wonderful right now. Jack slowly let his eyes drifted shut.

Click.

“You let ‘im go right this fucking second, or I blow your fuckin’ brains out, bro.”

Shing.

“I told you scalpels vere good for more zen just surgery!”

“Oh, shut up! Take care of Jack while I deal with the Glitch Bitch.”

“h᷊O̓w̶ d̍A͇r᷈E̖ y̶OͅU͎?!?”

“Don’t even think about moving, man. Try me.”

Jack dragged his eyes open, fighting back toward some semblance of control - and his eyes widened almost comically, a startled noise escaping him.

He was staring at himself. Or, more accurately, a version of himself. The glasses, the smirk, the concerned eyes, the familiar white coat.

“Sch-Schneep?!” Jack stammered. He felt as though he might just topple over from the shock of everything after all.

Jack’s eyes flicked upward, past the Good Doctor’s shoulder, to seek out Anti - and what he saw drew a sharp gasp past his lips.

“I warned you not to move, dude.”

Chase pulled the trigger, his gun still aimed at Anti’s head.

Oh, Chase had pissed off the wrong demon.

But it was still slowing him down. It was holding him back. It was hurting him, in a way, and Jack’s jaw dropped.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

“Jack!” Henrik snapped his fingers in front of Jack’s face, drawing his attention. “Vhere is Sam?”

Sam!

“A box!” Jack’s eyes snapped open and he pointed across the room, both his and Henrik’s gazes following his finger. “Jewelry box. Anti locked him inside.”

Almost.

Chase hissed and tumbled across the living room floor in a sloppy version of what looked like a practiced roll, teeth gritted in pain and his free hand clutching at his thigh.

Chase fired, the green shot piercing through Anti’s shoulder and drawing a distorted cry of pain from the demon. Chase smirked.

”Hah!” he taunted, standing up onto slightly unsteady feet and taking a staggered step backwards. “That’ll teach ya not to mess with Chase Brody!”

Anti snarled, clutching at his shoulder as its broken pixels reformed, this time a little slower than before.

"I w̉ou̚ḷḍn̄'̣t̮ b̎e̞ so̠ co᷈cky̓, i̴f̌ I we͛r̵e ỵo͗u͖, de̬a᷊dbeåt̘.”

Was that all it would take for Anti to get to him? One, two words?

“How’s that box comin’, Doc?”

“Plan B?” Chase asked, refocusing on Anti, who was finally regaining some semblance of solidity. “Or should we just skip all the way to Plan F-This and get the hell out of here?”

Jack had to admit that Anti looked a little worse for wear. He didn’t look any less angry than before, but a light sheen of sweat could be seen at his hairline, and the scar at his neck had begun to bleed. The battle was beginning to take its toll. Even so, Jack couldn’t help but gulp and press himself flush against the bookshelf he’d been using for support, as though he might be able to phase through it and hide between the books and cacti and video game memorabilia that was kept there. Chase seemed to notice his distress and stood, planting himself firmly between Jack and Anti with his Nerf gun as their shield.

“Vhat do you take me for, a moron?” Henrik joked, chuckling. “Of course I have a Plan B! Zhere is alvays a loophole to exploit, I know zat better zen anyvone.”

“Well are you gonna tell me the loophole, or would you rather leave me hanging while I’m facing down a murderous computer virus?”

“G̈҉e̦͍᷁Ť o̭Ȗt̙ o̵̹̦F͔ m̵͕Y ͘wA̷̵y᷀!”

“E̶no̻u͙gh̫ wi̅t̆h͗ y͜òu̸r pLa̰S̶t̙I̼c͐ t͠Oy̦S͑. Fi᷀r᷊s͖t M̤a̅r̠k̻ip̮l͊ie᷁r̝, th͛ên͖ J̼a̓c̲k͂...a᷊n᷇d́ nͅö́w̔ ẙo͉u. I’m᷇ s͍I̯c̅K oF̈́ i͛T!”

He had the upper hand now, and he wasn’t about to let it go.

Not again. Not again. Please, not again…

“Doc, c’mon! Hurry up! He’s not letting me get close enough to–”

“I know, I know! I’m almost zhere, just one more–”

“No, I ẖa͗v̶e m̪ůch...͛mùch᷆ b᷆i͈g͗g᷄er p̓lan̶s᷉ foͥr᷆ yõu͕, Jaͅc̻k…”

Not enough air, can’t breath, it hurts it hurtsithurtsithurts–

‘Anti you gotta stop! Please!’

Click.

“Just listen to the kid, man.” Chase had recovered his Nerf gun and was standing in the middle of the room, his aim trained on the back of Anti’s head. “Don’t make him cry.”

“T᷊hi̘s̴ i᷁sn't̠ t̔h͏e l͟a͚s̏t͗ y͚oͅủ'l̙l᷁ s͎e̐e̹ őf̆ m͚e̦.”

‘Jack!’

Before Jack knew what was happening, he was bombarded by a tiny green projectile, Sam nuzzling up against his cheek and ‘cuddling’ every part of Jack’s face that he could reach.

‘I’m okay, Sam.’ He smiled softly. ‘I’ll be fine, thanks to you. You saved me, buddy. You’re so, so brave…’

“Not to interrupt zis wunderbar little moment,” Henrik spoke up. “But I believe zhere is somebody else ve should be helping?”

‘Oh, yeah! Where’s Mark and Tim?’

It was as if an electric shock had jolted him as the realization struck.

“Dark!” Jack’s words came out pained, hoarse, wheezy, his voice not all there. He winced and gritted his teeth, struggling to his feet and fighting past the flames in his throat. “Dark...ngh...h-he’s outside. Mark went...car. The car.”

Chase and Henrik exchanged a look, and Chase nodded.

“I’m on it.”

He was out the door before Jack had even found his footing. Jack made to follow him, more than just a little worried about his best friend, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him where he stood.

“Chase can handle himself, Jack. I trust him vith zis. Ja?” He pushed his glasses up his nose and leaned forward toward his patient. “Now...vhere vere you injured…?”

It would be enough to drive anyone mad.

“Have you given up yet?”

Dark’s voice echoed against the inside of his skull, drawing a pained whimper from Mark, who had yet to change positions from when he had curled up in a ball on his knees at the start of it all. It’s not real, he kept reminding himself, even as he saw Amy’s pained, pleading eyes staring back at him from his own imagination. It’s not real, and it will never happen.

Think of something happy.

Kissing Amy goodnight.

"Sir?”

“What is it, Google? Can’t you see I’m busy?”

Mark hated being right sometimes.

"Antisepticeye has vacated the premises.”

Mark froze.

“He would like to inform you that ussies ares and things did not go according to plan. There were...as he said, “more players on the board” that he had not anticipated. Anti would like to discuss this matter in more detail, but for tonight, he is no longer in need of our assistance.”

It was like going to a wax museum, where all the wax figures were supposed to be you. They all looked pretty damn close, but there was something...off about them, because the weren’t exact copies.

...yeah, okay, maybe Dark had screwed up his head more than he’d first assumed.

“Is it wise to simply leave him behind as he is?”

“What damage could he possibly do?” Dark quirked an eyebrow at the android. “He knew I existed beforehand; it wouldn’t take a genius to assume others have surfaced as well. This changes nothing. Besides...it isn’t as if we can’t find him again after this evening.”

Dark eyes that held a sinister promise locked on Mark’s, and a shiver went down the man’s spine.

“We have eyes everywhere. He can’t hide, not from us.”

“Game over, Edgelord,” he taunted. Something about the way he was acting, the way he was talking, made Mark do a double-take. “Your homeboy Anti just ran off with his tail between his legs. I think it’s high time you did the same.”

Mark squinted at his friend. When the hell had Jack had time to change his clothes…?

“Should I neutralize him, sir?” Google’s eyes had taken on a red hue, the logo on his shirt glowing brighter than before, but Dark held up a hand to stop his colleague.

Jack nodded to Google, not yet lowering his gun.

“Your Brobot seems to think otherwise.”

Then both Dark and Google vanished into wisps of black and grey smoke, leaving no trace behind, no hint that they had ever been there at all.

“Oh thank fuck...”

“Oh, buddy...what did he do to you?”

Mark frowned, his brow furrowing in confusion. Who…?

Tim.

“Dark...he said he wasn’t here to hurt Tim,” Mark muttered, glancing up at Jack. “I don’t think - I think he’s just asleep.”

“Bro - dude. Oh my god, no.” Jack shook his head, eyes sparkling, and he chuckled as he went on: “Mark, I’m not Jack.”

Um. What?

“You’re not–”

“I’m Chase,” Not-Jack grinned. “Chase Brody.”

Mark blinked, and several things lined up in his head in that moment.

Change of clothes. Nerf gun. Nerf holster. ‘Brobot’ and ‘Edgelord’ and ‘Your homeboy Anti’ and–

“Oh my god, you’re the trick shot guy.”

“Yeah!” Chase’s grin widened and he shot Mark a pair of finger guns. “Exactly! Bro Average, trick shot master! Nice to meet ya, man!”

Mark’s expression was hovering somewhere between amusement and stupefaction.

“Of...course you are. And, uh...how...how many…?”

“Henrik…?”

“Doctor Schneep.”

“Right, okay. The...the German guy.”

“Uh…” Mark blinked and shook himself mentally, still struggling to wrap his head around just how similar Chase and Jack looked. He supposed seeing Google, Dark, and himself in the same place probably looked equally surreal. “Yeah. Good point.”

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“Jack, sit still! Leichtsinnig…” Henrik muttered the word beneath his breath, then glared half-heartedly at Jack over his glasses. “Reckless boy.”

“Hey–!” Jack’s protest came out wheezy and he winced, scowling in annoyed silence instead.

“Are you sure y-you actually...know what you’re doing?” he asked, whispering instead. “You don’t have a real medical license…”

“Seán?”

“Mark!”

“Fuck, man…” he whispered the words against Mark’s shoulder and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Do I even wanna know what the hell Anti did up here while I was gone?”

“...probably not,” Jack admitted quietly. “An’ you’d probably say the same ‘bout whatever Dark did to you outside.”

A low, humorless chuckle rumbled through Mark’s chest and Jack finally stepped back, a weak smile playing across his lips.

Mark’s gaze trailed downward and he broke off, his eyes widening and his jaw tensing.

“...is that...new?” he asked.

Jack knew what Mark was referring to without even having to ask.

Unable to give him a proper verbal response, Jack just nodded with a grimace. A vein pulsed in Mark’s neck and he seemed to have to force himself to look away.

“VHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU VERE BLEEDING?!”

“Oh my god, Hen, fucking chill, dude. It’s not that bad–”

“JACK VHERE IS ZE FIRST AID KIT??!?!”

“Henrik, for fuck’s sake!”

‘Mister M-Mark? What happened to Tim…?’

Then Sam’s voice chimed in, quiet and worried. Jack saw Mark wince and look down into his hands, where Jack now realized an unconscious Tim was curled safe again Mark’s chest.

“He’s...he’ll be alright, Sam. He’s just...asleep…”

“Vhere is ze sewing kit–?!”

‘You sure he’s gonna be okay?’

“Stop! I’m fucking fine! Dammit, Henrik, you’re not my fucking wife–!”

Everything sounded too loud, the entire room an endless cacophony of noise, and Jack just wanted it to stop. He wanted quiet. His head was still pounding, still spinning, from everything that had happened since Singe had called, and all he wanted was to sit down, talk it over, drink some tea, and go the fuck to sleep. But he could only do that if everyone would just–

“SHUT UP!”

“God...okay…” Jack took a deep breath to regain some air and nodded, his voice back down to a whisper. “Okay. So. Mark, you’re good. Sit down an’ take care of the kids.” Mark stifled a chuckled at the comment, and the smallest of smirks twitched at the corner of Chase’s mouth. “Chase, sit the hell down. Let Schneep look at ya. I’ll get the first aid kit - yes, and the sewing kit, I know, Doctor - then I’m makin’ myself some tea, we’re sitting the hell down, and we’re gonna talk about what the fuck just happened.” He threw a weary glance around the room, making sure everyone had heard him. “Got it?”

“Sure thing, man.”

“Ja. Understood.”

Jack looked to Mark last, who still had the same little worried frown creasing his forehead from before, but a bit of that strain had lessened to a degree.

Jack finally smiled then, and some of the tension melted out of his shoulders. He wasn’t alone in this. He wasn’t the only one who had to take charge of this absolute circus of a mess. He and Mark were in this together, best friends taking on the world together, and there were others waiting to help out in the wings if things really went sideways. Amy, Signe, Robin...maybe Matt. Perhaps Ethan or Tyler too, if they really needed the help. But the fact still remained that he wasn’t in this alone.

So with one last, appreciative smile and a pat on Mark’s shoulder, Jack set about doing what he had tasked himself with. God, he couldn’t wait for tonight to be over.

Next chapter, another much-anticipated character will show his face, and while not as much action will be included it'll be just as intriguing.

I hope.

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