#just a couple more payments and its all paid for rip

[a-finnish-janitor]

So I bought myself a new graphics card in preparation for this game, and boy am I glad I did. Ran pretty darn smooth, even with the graphics at the mids and the render resolution set to quality. Did start to encounter some stuttering in Watery, have a feeling due to the fog effects, and the Oceanview Hotel of all places. Saw some weirdness, where things rendered off or such, but otherwise this has to be one of the best looking games I've played.

Wish there was a way they could optimize graphics like this. I am a sucker for these photo-realistic kind of graphics, but yeah the cost of making sure you always have the most up to date gear and room to store it is... oof.

[alternativememories]

both sides...

i have a friend who has sucked for a while now. i've been thinking about writing about it for a minute but i've been putting it off like everything with our friendship lately...but part of who i want to be is someone that shows up, even when things fucking suck, and i can't waste any more time. i know what i've got to do and it's time to rip the band-aid off. our friendship is over and i've gotta be real about it.

i'm fucking sad, man. i see him as a younger brother. so much of how we see things and approach things is similar to one another. the ways that he has sucked for some time are really similar to how i struggled when i was younger. he had a breakup recently, which in the big picture i thought would actually end up being good for him. i think both he and his ex have stuff that they need to work on individually and that this would be a good opportunity for him to get himself squared away.

but the spiral continues. the last time i saw him we talked about where he was with things and where he's headed and it was mostly half-assed excuses. it's apparent that he's not showing up for himself, let alone anyone else for that matter. he smokes, which has kept him comfortable in the cycle of not showing up in any meaningful way, and he lacks accountability. he's living with his parents right now and it seems like they're enabling his behavior.

it's shitty. we lived together up until the end of october and to be honest it was toxic as fuck. it came down to money and cleaning. in moving in, we agreed to not have his now-ex on the lease to keep things simple in case they ended up not working out as a couple. however, when she ended up staying at the apartment more than A and i and we wanted her to pay toward the bills, it was an issue *eye roll*. initially, the conversation about contributing was shut down bc homie talked to other roommate and he supposedly said that he didn't care if she paid and that was the end of it...(we'll revisit this)

at one point during this conflict, there was a text about wanting to be friends after the lease would end...i've thought a lot about that since. it took me some time to figure out why i couldn't help but fixate on it, but with where we are now i think i know the answer. the statement operates through an inherent assumption that how things were handled was damaging to our friendship. to be honest, it was. the bills conflict was infuriating bc the argument against contributing was school loan payments being high; meanwhile in watching behavior they ate out all the time. and you know, everyone has bills. but not everyone takes advantage of their friends to pay theirs.

with the cleaning thing, it became clear that he was frustrated by the cleanliness of the apartment but never communicated what those expectations even were. eventually we landed on a chore-board. but this wasn't without its problems bc it just led to them not being accountable for their share of the chores; beyond that, there was noticeable passive-aggressiveness toward the other roommate who tbh idk if he ever even agreed to in the first place. weird to someone to a standard they never agreed to but maybe that's just me...

when he and his ex broke up he told me a very specific story of what led to the fracture. i want to say that i found the specificity odd but dismissed it bc i was excited to have my friend back. when they were dating he was very reclusive and we were barely friends anymore. truthfully, we moved here in a pandemic and while i have loads of coworkers, he's really been my only friend here...but a few weeks ago i found out that it looks like he's lied about those specifics of the story that he told me, knowing that it fundamentally changes the reaction. it's manipulative.

in thinking about it, i've really tried to explain away or excuse the poor behavior...but to be honest, it's inexcusable and with what he's lied about, there's no recourse here...there's no way to police the behavior, and with him lying about it, no way to trust anything he says that it's even stopped. now i'm wondering what else he's lied about to get what he wants. the first thing that comes to mind is the bills conversation. it's a fundamental breach of trust and i don't think our friendship can be repaired. it fucking sucks and this fucking sucks but it is what it is...because he sucks.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 27

Tim Drake + knife or gunplay

I honestly had zero idea what to write for this, so I just kinda went with the flow. The reader is Deathstrokes son or whatever. Hes enhanced like Slade though its not super important in this I guess.

 Kinktober list

 -          You were the son of Slade Wilson, also known as Deathstroke, one of the most known assassins and hitmen and a man feared by many. Because of this you had been trained by him from the moment you could walk.

-          This had caused an almost nonexistent relationship between you both, and you left his custody the first chance you got. You ever truly spoke to your father for holidays, to wish each other a happy birthday, or a happy holiday when it got to that time of the year.

-          You had followed in your fathers’ footsteps, though you would not take hits against innocent people or children. You were trained by the best and evolved your own ways, making you even more of a threat against you enemies.

-          They called you Fatalstrike, as all who found themselves on your radar met their timely end. You had hated that name in the beginning because it was so similar to your fathers, and you knew people only saw you as his copy.

-          You spent a long time carving out your own path because of this, after you learned the name was too stuck to ever really get rid of it.

 -          You knew of Batman, you had even met Nightwing a couple of times over the years, but you tended to stay out of Gotham. You didn’t really want to run into the batman or all his spawn, knowing they’d just get in your way.

-          But during one of your hits, a corrupt politician who was smuggling, selling and kidnapping under the surface, you ran into the bats anyways. Apparently, the politician was connected to some villain of theirs.

-          Nightwing recognized you, the idiot even smiled and waved. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes under your helmet as more of the bats showed up, Batman, Nightwing, Red hood, Red Robin and the little shit Robin himself.

-          You knew you had to move quickly, so you took your title literally and struck, flinging yourself off the rafters and into the fray between atleast a hundred goons, all carrying guns and other weapons.

-          Your target was dead the moment you struck, your aim sure and steady as it had become after so many years under your fathers training. As chaos filled the warehouse you fled, knowing the bats would be distracted by the disorder.

 -          Lunging across rooftops you were quick to notice you had someone on your tail, and glancing back during a backflip you caught the red suit and the white eyes of his mask. Red Robin was after you it seemed.

-          Your chase continued across the city, but you ended up throwing a decide at him that not only short-circuited all his tech, but also blinded and deafened him. This allowed you to disappear as you needed.

-          For some reason the bird stayed on your mind after that night, and you were almost convinced you were on his as well. There was some kind of spark between you, when you flipped and your eyes met, it was like static ran between you.

-          You were sure he had felt something similar as he kept showing up during your jobs, any that were within a few hours of Gotham or your large missions that paid a couple hundred million. It almost became a game between you and the bird.

-          You would kill somebody important, Red Robin would show up and chase you through the city, he would almost catch you and you would get away.

 -          One night after another target had been wiped out and you had gotten your payments, Red Robin must have grown frustrated with your escape every single time, the sparks between the two of you turning into a wild storm as he grew closer than he ever had before.

-          He threw a decide that snapped open and caught around your ankles, sending you tumbling to the ground on a rooftop. You were quick to reach down and use your enchanted strength to rip it, but it gave Red Robin enough time to catch up to you.

-          Your gun was pointed at him as he landed, the bat coming to a reluctant stop as he knew it was loaded, having seen you use it to blow out the brains of your last target. Normally you would have lunged up and taken out the one chasing you, but something kept you interested and seated on the cold rooftop.

-          You knew his eyes were glued to your gun, your eyes falling to watch the way his jaw worked or how he seemed to gulp the spit in his mouth. Tilting your head in interest you watched as he seemed to adjust his weight from foot to foot, like he couldn’t find a comfortable way to stand.

-          Letting your eyes run down his body a dry chuckle left you as you saw the hard shape between his thighs. He must have left the cup of his suit at home, the fact made you smirk, thinking just what he had thought would happen tonight.

 -          You slowly got to your feet, the gun never wavering from his face where it was pointed. Your heavy boots made a loud noise as you drew closer, slinking along with a predator nearing its prey.

-          Red Robin let out a shaky breath as you reached him, the gun pressing against his forehead, the cold metal making him shiver as he visibly swallowed the spit in his mouth once again.

-          Tilting your head in an almost mocking move, you lifted your other hand and roughly grabbed his crotch, twisting your hand until a pained noise left the other man’s lips. The gun pressed harder against his skin as his knees buckled, his body moving like he didn’t know if he wanted to draw closer or away.

-          You started massaging the hand between his legs, pleased with how he whimpered and moved his hips into your grasp. Removing the gun form his forehead, you rubbed it against his temple and slowly dragged his down his cheek.

-          It was obvious his eyes fluttered under his domino, even though you couldn’t see them. As the muzzle of the weapon dug into his cheek his mouth fell open and his pink tongue peeked out, as if he wanted to taste the metal.

 -          Not one to deny the man, you let the weapon drag across his skin and watched almost enthralled as he accepted the muzzle of it between his lips. His teeth closed around it with an audible clack, a muffled moan leaving him at the taste.

-          It was erotic to watch him sucking on the weapon, his tongue running over and tasting the oils you had used to keep the gun in best condition. Letting go of the weapon you drew back, Red Robin keeping it between his teeth as his brows pinched together as if you question what you were doing.

-          You snickered as you gave him one last squeeze between the legs, drawing your hand back and watching for a short while how his hips twitched forwards as if searching for touch.

-          He didn’t have time to react before you had pulled a gun free from your belt, the metal glinting in the sun as you struck. Red Robin almost lunged backwards, until your knife only cut right through his suit.

-          The blade caught from just under his pecs and ripped down, tearing the fabric and armor all the way down till his hard cock flopped out, a faint red line running down his torso, a few drops of blood bubbling to the surface.

 -          His length gave a strong twitch as precum drippled from the tip, Red Robins movements going still as you tucked the knife away again, returning your hand to their former positions.

-          Wrapping your palm around him you quickly started jerking your hand, little care for how uncomfortable he might be at the dry drag and pull of skin and skin. The noises he was making around your gun made it obvious he had nothing against it though.

-          The hand gripping your gun started pushing it further into his mouth, Red Robin gagging slightly at the intrusion and taste.

-          You chuckled at the noises he made, the volume and pitch rising as you moved your hand even quicker, enjoying more than anything how he humped your hand like an animal and choked on the very weapon you had just used to kill somebody.

-          His jaw fell open as he came, your gun slipping out from between his lips, glistening with spit in the moonlight. His cum spurted out of him and against your hand and lower arm, spraying white against you and staining your clothes, not that you cared.

-          Tucking away the spit covered gun, you made sure to twist and pull at his length enough to milk the last few drops out of him before letting go.

 -          Red Robin was panting and swaying softly, and you were sure his eyes would be unfocused under his mask. The righteous part of your brain didn’t like the idea of leaving him there.

-          It went against all the training your father had put you through, but you removed your jacket and wrapped it around his waist to cover his modesty, and picked the still floating man up in your arms as you jumped across rooftops towards your safehouse.

-          You made sure to be careful with your movements, not wanting to jostle the hero too much and knock him out of whatever nice place his mind had gone after his orgasm.

-          At your safehouse you tucked him into the sorry excuse of a bed you had there, keeping his mask on since you knew how important that stuff was for the bats, placed a bottle of water beside him on the floor and went to go start cleaning your weapons.

-          You had quite enjoyed it, and with how the man had came all over you and had sounded, you felt he might have liked it just as much. Maybe you could set up a thing with Red Robin, since he so seemed to like being gagged on weapons and you liked doing the gagging.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

New in Town

Warnings: noncon sex.

This is dark!Lumberjack!Thor and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new job in a new town but find your welcome not so warm.

Note: Another piece for @imanuglywombat​ and @nellblazer​‘s Lumberjack Challenge. I needed me a big, scary Thor so here we go!

Thank you. Love you guys!

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It was your first day and you already felt in way over your head. Your predecessor had left quite the mess and it would take a while to clean it all up. The filing cabinet had little actual organization to it and the computer, well that was just a bunch of nonsensically titled files dropped in random folders. It would take you the better part of a month just to get things in order.

You suspected however, that even that wouldn’t be fast enough for you prickly new boss. Loki, who preferred Mr. Laufeyson, had been short as he showed you your desk and nonchalantly pointed to the filing cabinet and assured you everything was ready to go. Well, it was not at all. Payroll, scheduling, among other admin to be done. Your only saving grace was that last week’s pay had already been doled out and you only need to figure out that week’s before, oh, great, end of the day.

You shivered as the walls of the portable shook with the frigid gust. It was poor protection from the northern chill and you kept your jacket on and only slightly unzipped as you went about your work. If your gloves weren’t so thick, you’d have kept them on as well.

As you jotted down names and hours and switched between windows, the door opened and you sat up as a tall man entered abruptly. He slammed the door behind him as he glared around the office and tilted his head at you. Thick blonde hair poked out from beneath his wool cap and a golden beard trimmed his jaw. His flannel jacket was worn and stained and he smelled of pine and sweat as he neared your desk. He held a hatchet in his right hand and leaned it against the edge of your desk.

“Where’s Kevin?” He asked brusquely.

“Kevin? Oh, um, I was told he quit. I’m his replacement.” You smiled as best as you could as the large man loomed before you. 

Like most of the workers, he lived in the small town an hour down the road. You’d only just moved there and he was no doubt wary of the stranger staring back at him. Your employment had been hurried; so much so that much of your home was still in boxes stacked in your front room. 

“I can help you.” You offered.

“Where’s my brother?” He growled.

“Your brother?” You wondered.

“Loki,” He huffed. You blinked. They didn’t look like brothers.

“Oh, sorry,” You said. “Well, he’s just in his office but he did ask not to be disturbed.”

The man rolled his eyes and turned the hatchet flat. His nostrils flared.

“Typical.” He muttered. “I suppose it’s your job now. I’m short.”

“Short?” You repeated.

“I was paid for maybe 14 hours. I worked almost 50.” He barked. “And my check didn’t clear until last night. You wanna tell me why?”

“Well, sir,” You clicked a few buttons as you switched to last week. “If you give me my name I can see and I can fix the--”

“Odinson, Thor,” He said sharply. “I’m the yard warden. I’m the reason these saws run.”

“I understand,” You placated as you looked at the screen and squinted as you found his name. 

Sure his enough his hours were entered correctly but his pay had been miscalculated. You corrected the typo and clicked a few more buttons.

“The payment should clear by the end of the day.” You assured him.

“End of day?” He sneered and you pushed yourself away from the desk as he raised the hatchet and brought it crashing down into the wood. “I’ll be back if it doesn’t.”

Your eyes rounded and you gripped the arms of the chair. You looked up at him and he gave a sinister smirk. He turned and stormed out as you gaped at him. As the door clattered behind him you stood and reached for the hatchet. You pulled on it but it was lodged firmly beside your computer.

The door of the back office opened and Loki stepped through. He raised his eyebrows and sighed.

“Mmm, that didn’t happen to be my brother, did it?” He asked.

You nodded and let go of the axe. He neared and looked at the hatchet.

“What was it this time?” He touched the handle and his long fingers wrapped around it. He jerked it and the whole desk moved with it.

“Mistake in the payroll.” You answered. 

“Hmm,” He let go of the hatchet and shrugged. “Well, see it doesn’t happen again.”

You bit back your response. It hadn’t been your mistake. He spun away and head back to his office. 

“Wait? What about this?” You asked as you tugged on the axe again.

“Work around it,” He waved his fingers over his shoulder. “Desk is still in one piece.”

🍯

The next day was more of the same. You were suffocated by the amount of work to do and how your list grew ever longer. You wondered if perhaps whoever previously held the post had been plucked from the lumberyard. 

You sat on the floor next to the filing cabinet, the drawers open as you sorted papers into piles. As the door opened, you kept a pile from fluttering away with your foot and looked up at your visitor. It was the same man as the day before. Thor looked just as perturbed as then, if not more.

“Hello,” You said as you gathered up the piles, stack them perpendicularly to keep them separate as you neared the other side of your desk. “What can I do for you?”

“The schedule.” He said. “I need Saturday off.”

“Saturday?” You nodded and bent to look at your computer, searching through your programs. “I’m certain we can spare a saw--”

“No, we have to run all. You’ll have to find someone to cover me.” He insisted.

“Alright, well, it’s pretty short notice.”

“Look, I know how it works in the yard. We’ll fall behind if we don’t run all the saws.” He crossed his arms. “You get it, honey?”

You frowned and scrolled through the names. You’d be lucky to get anyone to say yes to a Saturday.

“Well,” You stood straight. “Why didn’t you request the time off?”

“Excuse me?” He snarled.

“It’s customary to request time off before a schedule is made,” You said. “So for me to find someone at such short notice, there’s only so much I can do.”

“You’ll find someone.” He huffed.

“With all due respect, I don’t go out there and tell you how to cut wood,” You said. “So, if you must have Saturday off, we might just need to be down a man.”

His nostrils flared and his jaw squared as he stepped closer to your desk. He dropped his arms and reached out to grip the hatchet still buried in the wood. He chuckled and ripped it out, shaking your desk.

“See that you don’t,” He warned as he turned and leaned the hatchet against his shoulder. “You can explain to my brother yourself why we don’t meet our numbers on Saturday then.”

“Oh, he’ll know why,” You affirmed and watched him disappear through the door, a draft skirting in past him.

You sniffed and glanced at the slit left in your desk. Great. Wonderful start.

🍯

Saturday was your first day off. You spent much of the day unpacking and settling into your new place. It was a small town and you still felt like the odd one out. Everyone knew everyone and you suspected, they didn’t want to know anyone else. 

As it got later, the night falling earlier there, you took a walk downtown and ordered some old-fashioned fish and chips from the shop downtown. You waited at a table along the wall as the cook talked and yelled in the kitchen and the couple at the front counter called out orders and rang them through.

You played with your phone, playing a matching game to keep you busy until your ticket came up. The chair across from yours scraped and you looked up at the broad figure on the other side of the table. Thor leaned an elbow on the table and stared up at the menus above the counter.

“Not from around here. I knew it.” He said. “Because I know everyone around here.”

“I’m sure you do,” You said stiffly.

He scoffed and scratched his beard. He leaned back against the wall as he sat sideways in the chair and flicked the corner of his receipt in his other hand.

“You city folk are all the same. You think you know everything.” He grumbled. “You’ve got this air about you. The way you walk around with your nose up.” He grimaced. “A real tight ass, just by looking at you.”

“If that’s what you think.” You shrugged. “I haven’t done anything against you so I don’t see why--”

“My town. My yard.” He slapped his hand down and gripped the edge of the table. “You won’t last. You’ll be on the same truck out of here soon enough.”

Your number was called and you stood. You tucked your phone in your purse and gave a tense smile.

“Have a good night,” You said evenly. “Hope you enjoyed your day off.”

You went to the counter and showed your ticket. You took the greasy paper bag and headed out without looking at the man still at the table brooding. You weren’t entirely sure why you’d riled him so, but you weren’t eager to provoke him further.

🍯

On Monday, you hunkered down with a thermos of coffee and set to sorting out the computer. You had to open every file and rename it, place it in the proper folder and back every bit of it up. It kept you busy, not that this job had let up, and you were content to lose yourself in the tedium.

When your lunchtime came around, you went out to your car to grab the lunch you’d forgotten on your passenger seat. You had been so preoccupied with your mental to do list, you had entirely overlooked it. As you carried your purple lunch tote back to the office building with its rippled tin walls, you passed by several of the workers on their own breaks.

Among them was the one man who’d proven himself troublesome. The rest of them had been understanding and were even relieved to be rid of the man who came before you. They were surprisingly patient even if they were a bit grim. Thor sat with several of his men on the log bench as they drank from steaming metal cups.

“So I get her home and she doesn’t even wait to get in the door before she has her shirt off.” Thor’s deep voice boomed as you neared. “I’m like honey, you know the neighbours like to talk. Well, she shut me up.”

You blinked and peeked over at the men. Thor smirked and winked as he caught your eye. You righted yourself and carried on.

“Had her bent over the kitchen table. She said she doesn’t fuck in bed.” He chortled. “Not high-maintenance like some.”

The men laughed as you climbed the steps of the office and turned back. Thor waved at you and then folded all but one finger. He pointed at you and looked at the men on either side of you.

“Not like that one.” He said. “Looking at her, I guarantee she hasn’t been fucked in at least a year. Maybe more.”

You winced and grabbed the door handle. You were embarrassed but angry. You knew if you said anything, it would only be worse, but you couldn’t just let him talk like that. You spun back and slipped inside, quickly snapping the door shut behind you.

You placed your lunch on your desk and crossed to the other door. You knocked and waited for Loki’s response. It was dull and already agitated. You entered and stood by the open door.

“What is it?” He looked up. “I’ve twenty minutes before I’m on my way out.”

“What-- Where?”

“Personal,” He said pointedly. “Now, why have you bothered me?”

“Look, I’m not trying to cause a fuss but… your brother,” You explained cautiously. “He’s been… extremely rude and his behaviour borders on harassment.”

“My brother?” He uttered. “Oh don’t mind him, that’s just the way he is. Repugnant, really, but you’re better off to ignore him.”

“I’ve done my best to but… are you not going to do anything? Say something to him?” You challenged.

“Why would I do that?” He leaned back in his chair and twirled his pen.

“Because if this continues, I will fire a report with the labour board for harassment.” You said.

“You’ve not been here a week and you’re coming up with these unfounded accusations,” He pointed the pen at you. “These men, they’re not used to a woman in the yard. My brother, especially. They’ll be even less hospitable if they hear this woman is whining to the boss.”

“I’m not--” You stopped yourself as he showed little interest in continuing the dialogue. In fact, he’d already traded the pen for his phone. “Suppose you’re right.”

“I am. Now don’t bother with my brother. He’ll leave you alone.” He waved you away like a bug. “Just do your work. That’s what I pay you for.”

🍯

In the five days you’d been at the lumberyard, Loki had left early twice or disappeared for midday meetings. You found your work was straightforward but he didn’t seem to care unless you made some glaring mistake. He was entirely unfazed as he left once more. You couldn’t blame him for not wanting to deal with his volatile brother and yet, that was his job.

Alone, you continued your overhaul of the filing system and reviewed the schedule for the next week. Your life had never been exciting, none of your jobs had been much different than this. A desk, an office, an endless pile of work. And yet this one felt more desolate. The walls did nothing against the cold winds and you could hear the buzz of saws and hollers of men without. All men. It only occurred to you then that there was not a woman beside yourself on the employee roll. Perhaps that was why you’d been met with hostility.

You checked your watch and shut down the old PC and locked up the filing cabinets. As you did whenever Loki flitted off, you killed the lights and locked the front door of the office behind you. You turned and tramped down the stairs onto the frozen ground. You could see your breath as the days grew colder and colder.

You stopped dead as you headed for the row of vehicles along the edge of the yard, all parked at an angle. You stared dumbly at your small Ford. That wasn’t good. A whole tree trunk laid across the car and its weight had sunken in the roof. What were the odds that a tree had traveled to fall on your car in particular. Well, you had a good idea who had left the rather large gift and you weren’t going to give them the satisfaction.

You turned and strode back to the office but again your fortune was not so kind. Thor strutted towards you with a big grin and his arms brushed against yours as he passed.

“Have a good night, honey,” He said.

“You too.” You returned rigidly and sped up.

You didn’t look back as you dug out the keys and unlocked the office. You slipped inside and closed yourself in as you pulled out your phone. You dialed the cab company as you peeked out between the blinds. Thor was stood by your car guffawing with a red-headed man at his handiwork.

Would Loki do anything about that?

🍯

In the back of the cab, you called the towing company and scheduled an appointment for the next night. Then you tried to phone Loki but he didn’t pick up so you e-mailed him with the picture you’d taken of your car. It was damage of property! Surely he had to do something. 

You checked the time and watched the meter run higher and higher. The commute was long as it was and seeing it in numbers made you even angrier. You wouldn’t have much time to cook or do much of anything.

As the taxi pulled up to your house, you charged the ride to your credit card and climbed out. You shivered as the dark blue sky shrouded your front yard. Voices carried from the next and you looked over the short iron fence. Your neighbour leaned on the rail of his porch as a tall figure stood in his yard. Your flesh went hot as you recognized Thor.

“You live around here, honey?” He asked as you turned away and scurried to your front door.

“Mmhmm,” You hummed as you unlocked your door.

“You’re home late.” He remarked.

You ignored him and swung the door open, quickly closing it behind you. Your neighbour, Earl, had proven an equally unfriendly man. He complained about your bin when you put out your garbage and the little fairy ornament you’d placed in the yard. If there was one thing the people in this stagnant town loathed, it was change.

You dropped your bag and shed your coat and boots. You yawned and stretched as you walked anxiously around your front room. How was it that you ran into Thor everywhere? Work, sure, but why was he suddenly chummy with your neighbour? You hadn’t been there long and it was a small town but it all just seemed too coincidental.

You went to the window and hooked a finger around the curtain to peer out. Thor was closer to the fence now, arms crossed as he nodded up at Earl. He lowered his eyes for a moment and then turned his face slightly. He grinned as he spied you on the other side of the drapes and you quickly backed away.

You weren’t going to run away because of him. You weren’t going to quit and you weren’t going to leave this town. His fragile masculinity could shatter for all you cared.

🍯

The next morning, Loki agreed to drive you to work. The ride was awkward but you were thankful only to contribute half of gas rather than a full fare. You hadn’t slept very well and spent much of the drive staring out the window as classical music droned from the stereo. You hadn’t expected anything different in the overpriced car.

At the office, you brewed a pot inside and poured your second cup of the day. You had to finish the next week’s schedule and finalize the payroll. The noise of the yard kept you working and had almost come to be a comfort to you as you sat staring at tight fonts and endless numbers.

You were interrupted by the door and you didn’t need to look up to know who stomped inside. Thor looked as happy as ever and you peered over anxiously as his heavy boots clunked along the floor.

“My brother?” He asked bluntly. “Has some business to deal with.”

“In his office,” You said.

He smiled and stared at you. He didn’t move at first but finally crossed to the other door. He didn’t knock and you heard Loki’s chagrined greeting as he entered. The door fell closed but did not click into place. You went back to your work and tried to ignore the rising voices that sifted through the thin wall.

“Prove it!” Thor boomed, followed by a bang. The door swung open and he thundered through with a snarl. He marched towards your desk as you sat straight and he planted his hands on the top. “Whiny little bitch.” He said. “You’ll see what happens to those who can’t keep their mouth shut.”

“Thor,” Loki warned from his office door. “Leave her be. Don’t get yourself into any more trouble.”

“Don’t talk to me like that,” Thor pushed himself away as he barked at his brother. “You sound like father.”

“And you sound ridiculous.” Loki said evenly. “Get back to work. I’m certain you can handle cutting wood. It’s truly not that complicated.”

Thor scowled and spun, sparing you not an ounce of his fury as he did. You watched him go, the door shuddering in its frame as it slammed once more. You let out a shaky breath and glanced over at Loki.

“I assure you, he will not bother you again.” Loki said coolly. “He is… impulsive and needs a little reasoning. Once he’s over his tantrum, it’ll all clear up.”

You nodded as he turned and strode back into his office. You’d been gripping the edge of the desk tightly and it took you a moment to unlock your fingers. You leaned back and clutched your head. You really hoped he was right.

🍯

The next day, you waited at your window, watching for Loki’s sleek black car. Another day after another restless night. You watched the pale morning through the glass and your phone vibed in your pocket. You pulled it out and swiped up as the notification from your boss appeared.

“Emergency in the city. I’ve made alternate arrangements. E-mail me your progress at end of day.”

You frowned and looked up as an engine rumbled outside. You cursed as you recognized the red pick-up and the shadow of the man behind the wheel. Was Loki really that stupid? Certainly he just didn’t care. Or maybe he really thought he could control his brother. You had doubts. Thor didn’t seem the type to be reeled in by any.

Well, you could always rack up even more debt on a cab; there and back. Dammit.

Thor honked and you winced. You grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder. You locked your door as you stepped out into the morning chill and turned to make your way to the idling truck. The doors clicked as you neared and you hesitantly opened the door. 

Thor stared down at you. You didn’t move.

“Well, get in,” He sneered. “Long way to go.”

You climbed up and shut the door. Before you buckled in, he was already in drive. You snapped the belt into place and slid your bag down to your feet.

“Thank you.” You said. He didn’t answer. “Look, I know you don’t like me and I know you don’t have to drive me so I do appreciate it.”

“Anything to get my brother off my back,” He shrugged. 

You were quiet. It was pointless trying to get into this man’s good graces. He had decided to have a grudge against you and you’d only stoked it by tattling on him. You should’ve just shut and smiled, as you always had. It was the essence of professionalism.

You bent your elbow against the door and held your chin as you watched the houses pass outside the window and thin to lumpy fields and forests. You were almost lulled to sleep by the steady mutter of the engine and the motion of the truck.

Then all at once you were tense. A warmth settled on your thigh and squeezed. You sat up and tried to pull away from Thor. He kept his other hand on the steering wheel and grinned at the road. You tried to shove his hand away and he gripped you tighter until you cried out.

“You shouldn’t distract me while I’m driving,” He said. “It’s dangerous.”

“What are you talking about?” You tried to pry his fingers off of you. “What are you--”

Slid his hand further and leaned over, just a little, as he turned his hand flat along your pelvis. He was strong and forced two finger down between your legs.

“Thor!” You gasped as you slapped his arm.

He veered, just a little, but didn’t relent.

“You don’t want me to lose control, do you, honey?” 

He pushed his fingers against the fabric of your pants and rubbed. You could feel the seam through your panties as he moved his hold hand. He was rough and it hurt. All the same, you felt a tingle. You clung to his arm in shock.

“Stop! Stop! You’re--”

“Shhhh,” He kept going as his other hand gripped the wheel tighter. “Don’t be such a bitch.”

He moved his hand faster as you tried to crush it with your thighs. He wedged his hand between your legs and kept on. You trembled as a painful pressure began to build and you sank back against the seat, terrified. 

“That’s it, honey.” He purred as your thighs quivered. “You just need to relax… get that stick out of your ass.”

“Thor--” You gulped. “Please-- st--”

His fingers were right on your clit. The fabric chafed but still the ripples swirled around you. You went rigid and then the sudden and unexpected release swelled and crashed. You let out a pathetic squeak and gripped the door as you spasmed, your legs falling apart as you rode out your orgasm against his large hand.

His palm dropped against your leg and he caressed you before slowly drawing away. Your panties were soaked and you were certain it was seeping through your pants too. You looked at yourself in the rearview mirror and covered your face. 

What just happened?

🍯

You hid in your office. When you finally arrived at the yard, you’d almost sprinted to the building. You closed yourself in and sat behind your desk as if it were a shield. It took you a while to focus, to be able to read clearly, to comprehend anything in front of you. And yet, you could still feel his hand between your legs. Every time you moved, your panties tickled your tender cunt.

At noon, an e-mail chimed in your inbox. Another message from Loki. He wasn’t half as attentive when he was on-site. You opened it and sighed. There was a severe weather warning and the yard would have to shut down for the storm. That meant everyone had to go home before they got stranded.

You zipped up the jacket you hadn’t taken off and went to the door. Go out, go out, go out. The sooner you were home, the better. But getting there…

You stepped outside and the door clattered behind you. You ambled down the stairs and crossed your arms against your chest as the wind swirled the light powdery snow around you. For now, it was little enough, but it would get worse.

You crossed the yard and followed the sound of saws. Arn was loading up a trailer with Cameron and they paused as you neared. You smiled, then frowned.

“Storm’s coming. Boss says we need to shut down.” You called to them.

“Shit,” Cameron looked up and wiped away the flakes that fell on his cheek. “Yeah, it’s coming.”

“We’ll tell the other,” Arn offered. “Thanks, miss.”

“Not at all. We need the saws off and everyone gone within the hour.” You explained loudly.

“What’s this?” Thor, as was his habit, appeared as if out of air. He clapped sawdust from his thick gloves. “Saws off?”

“Your brother. He wants the yard down for the storm.” You turned to him and edged away as he got closer.

Thor shook his head and huffed. He nodded to Arn and Cameron as he shrugged. “Go on. Tell the men. I’ll get the rest sorted.”

The two other men left their pile of chopped timber and strolled away to the saws. You spun away, eager to shut down the office and lock up. Thor’s voice stopped you.

“You’ll need a ride,” He said. “It’s gonna be a big one. Storm, that is.”

“Uh huh,” You grumbled as you turned back and crossed your arms. “I gotta go deal with the admin stuff.”

“I’ll stick around. Loki’s always the last to leave.” He said. “You’ll need to do a walk through. Make sure everything’s down.”

“I know,” You assured him. “It won’t take long.”

“I’ll take you through it.” He offered. “This is my yard, after all.”

“So you keep saying.” You uttered.

“I own half of it.” He countered. “My brother just does the paperwork.”

“Alright,” You continued to edge away. “I’ll just--”

“This is a place for men.” He hissed. “Women… just get in the way.”

You swallowed and said nothing. You turned and walked away as you felt him watching you. As you rounded the corner of the storehouse, he called out behind you. “I’m patient. I’ll be here.”

🍯

Thor’s truck was the only one left as you locked up the office and began your walk through of the saws and checked the doors of the storehouses. You checked that the cranes and lifts were all shut down as well, all the while Thor watched. It was as if he was judging you. You ignored him as best you could and announced that all was in order as you secured the edge of the tarp thrown over the stack of timber at the edge of the yard.

“You’re a quick learner,” Thor mused as you neared. “So you might know.”

“Know what?” You asked as a large flake hit the tip of your nose.

“That it’s too late,” He pointed up. “We won’t make it back in time.”

He kicked his boots in the blanket below. It was building by the second and the sky was almost pure white with the downfall. He was right and you hated that. Your stomach sank.

“You have chains?” You asked.

“Won’t do me much good if I can’t see,” He tilted his head and smirked. “There’s a kit in the office. Not the first time this has happened. You learn to expect it up here.”

“A kit?” You shook your head. 

“Some blankets, some food,” He came closer. “Keep ourselves comfy until this all clears up.”

You stared at him dumbly. You checked your watched and looked up at the sky again.

“No, we can--”

“We can’t,” He said firmly. “What’s wrong?” He neared. “You afraid of the big bad wolf?”

You shouldered past him and kicked through the thickening snow. “No.” You snipped back at him, his heavy boots crushed the snow in your snow. “I suppose you’re right.”

You climbed the stairs to the office and took out the key, fumbling with your thick gloves as Thor came up behind you. He pressed himself to your back as you frantically turned the key and stumbled inside. He chuckled as he followed and closed the door. You tucked the keys away in your purse and took out your phone. No signal.

You left your purse on your desk and sighed. Thor went to the door of Loki’s office and glanced back at you. “Kit’s in here. Easier to keep warm, too. Smaller space.” He waved you along. “He’s got an electric heater hidden under his desk too.”

You said nothing as you followed. You really had no choice. Stuck here with no way out but him, you’d just have to fend him off through the storm.

He held the door for you and shut the door behind you. His hand grazed your back and ass as he drew away and you watched him round Loki’s large desk and go to the corner behind the standing cabinet. He dragged out a large bin hidden there and unclasped the lid.

You watched him, twiddling your fingers as your mind raced. You felt the ache below still and you looked at his large glove hand as he turned to push the desk against the wall. He laid out a thick duvet on the floor and the small travel pillow atop it with a quilt. He untangled the cord of the electric heater and placed it beside the blankets. He flipped it on and stood.

“Well,” He said. “Some soups in there. Some preserved fruits.” He offered. “You hungry, honey?”

You were quiet as he removed his gloves. You went to the other side of the blanket and sat. You took your boots off and left them to melt on the floor. You pushed your feet under the quilt and leaned against the cold wall.

“Don’t call me honey,” You crossed your arms. “And I’m not hungry.”

He nodded and lowered himself next to you. He untied his boots and set them aside with his hat. His shoulder rested just above yours as he sat back. You closed your eyes and let out a long breath.

“He’s got whiskey. Bottom drawer.” Thor said. “It might warm you up… loosen you up at least.”

“No, thank you.” You opened your eyes and slid down onto your back and turned your back to him. The electric heater buzzed in the silence.

“What wrong, honey?” He taunted. “You want more, hmm? This morning wasn’t enough for you?”

“Leave me alone.” You hissed.

He slipped down behind you and before you could sit up, his arm was around your waist. He pushed himself against your back and his hot breath seeped into your scalp. He nuzzled the back of your head. It was even more apparent, laid against him, how large he was. You shivered.

“I can keep you nice and warm, honey,” He bent his arm and tugged at the zipper of your jacket. “Keep you distracted.”

“Stop,” You grabbed his hand as he pulled your zipper past your chest. “Thor!”

“I felt it earlier. The way you quaked.” He snarled. “You need this.”

“No,” You clutched his hand as he forced your zipped further. “Stop. I just… want to sleep. Wake up when this is… over.”

“Feel that,” He pushed his pelvis out so that his crotch was against your ass. “You owe me.”

“I said--” You gasped as he broke your zipper entirely and slid his hand under your jacket. “Thor!”

“Are you fighting me or yourself?” He rasped. “Hmmm?”

He slid his hand up your blouse and cupped your tit. You wiggled against him but were trapped in his embrace. He squeezed and pinched until you cried out. He snarled and brushed his lips against your ear.

“I bet you’re sweet, honey,” His hand crawled down your stomach. “Aren’t you?”

You whined helpless as his hand pushed beneath the elastic waist of your pants. He pulled free of your grasp as he continued lower and slipped down the front of your panties. You gasped as he pressed a finger to your cunt and found your clit. You squeezed your legs together and he pulled his hand back to pinch you.

“What do you want, honey?” He growled. “You want to let me in or you want me to hold you down?”

“Please--”

He withdrew his hand and grabbed your leg. He bent it and drew it back over his.

“You think you’ll win?” He shoved his hand back down your pants gruffly. “Really?”

“Please--”

“That’s it, keep begging, honey,” He pushed two fingers to your clit and twirled. You twitched and he snickered in your ear. “Weak.” He sneered as he pushed his fingers along your folds. “You’re already wet… or is that from earlier?”

You murmured as he dragged his fingertips back and once more focused on your clit. He nibbled your ear as he snarled and rocked his hips into you from behind, grinding against your ass.

“You’ll want to be ready for me.” He gristled. “Nice…” He flicked his fingers and you groaned. “And…” He did it again and you whined. “Ready.”

You bit your lip as you fought against the tide that flowed from his touch. He rubbed you until you were breathless and ready to cum. He stopped suddenly and felt you tremble against him. He pulled his hand back and pushed your leg down. He brought his fingers up to his lips, just beside your head and sucked them noisily.

“Sweet as pie.” He muttered.

He gripped the back of your pants and wrenched them down roughly along with your panties. The cold air raised bumps on your flesh.

You reached out and tried to drag yourself away from him. He swiftly caught you and rolled you back to him.

“You don’t want to do that, honey,” He warned as he squeezed your hip. “Do you really want me to break you?”

You gulped and reached to grasp the small pillow lodged beneath your neck. He reached between your bodies and pulled up his jacket and you heard the subtle whisper of his zipper. He shifted behind you and snaked his arm around you once more. He pushed your pelvis until you arched your back and a deep rumble rose from his chest. 

He poked between your legs, parting them as much as he could as your pants confined your thighs. He leaned into you and his cock prodded along your ass and he angled it lower. He spread your cunt with two fingers and blinding pressed himself against you, guiding his tip between to your entrance.

A chill went through you and your arms shot out. You tried to roll away from him and he pushed inside you all at once. You cried out and he grunted as he forced himself even deeper. You threw your head back as your body curved backwards and yet, there was more of him. You whimpered as he filled you completely. 

“I told you, honey,” He jerked his hips and you yelped. “You gotta be ready for me.”

He thrust, slowly. You murmured and slapped the floor with your palm. You were breathless, senseless as your walls clenched him hungrily. Your arm flew back and your fingers tangled in his thick hair. He drew his fingers back to your clit and teased you once more. The scent of his sweat and evergreen mingled and engulfed you as he grunted with each tilt of his hips.

“I didn’t think you could do it, honey,” He sped up. “I didn’t think you could take it all.” He rutted with dusky breaths in your ear. “Ah… you’re so fucking tight.”

You whimpered. He was so big it hurt and yet it was the type of pain that had you wanting. His fingers drove your hunger and you panted wildly as you closed your eyes and drowned in the delight. His warmth chased away the cold and you forgot where you were, who you were. There was only the twisting coil inside you.

He pounded into you harder and pathetic mewls tumbled from you. You clung to him tighter and his grunts punctuated each thrust. The wet sound of your cunt added to the lurid rhythm and your body quaked as you crept closer and closer to the edge.

“Cum for me,” He snarled in your ear. “Come on, I can feel it, honey. Cum--”

You cried out and your entire body shook as your nails grazed his scalp. Your orgasm was disorienting and left you dizzy as it turned to wispy murmurs. It only spurred him on. He crashed into you even hard as he brought his fingers to your lips and poked them inside your mouth. You sucked on his fingers and tasted yourself. It was sweet.

He turned you on your stomach and kept his motion as he lifted himself over you. He crushed you beneath him as his pelvis snapped down into you. His hand spread over your head as he held you down and his other arms pinned your shoulder. His grunt grew louder and louder as he hammered into you.

He moved your whole body as his thrusts turned frantic. You clawed at the duvet as your face was buried into the small pillow. You could barely catch your breath and you gave muffled whine as your hips and ass throbbed.

He planted his hands on either side of you and lifted himself as he slammed into you. He roared as you felt his release spill inside of you. He jerked into you harshly and impaled you completely. He stayed like that as he shuddered and eased himself down onto you. You turned your face out as you suffocated beneath his weight.

He inhaled your scent as he dragged his nose along your cheek.

“You should’ve stayed in the city, girl.” He wiggled his pelvis and you winced. “Where you belong.”

[kkysolo]

Stuck On You / Prologue

Pairing: Ben Solo|Kylo Ren/Reader Setting: Alternate Universe - Cyberpunk, dystopia, modern, gangs. Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, war, gang violence, emotional hurt/angst, codependent relationships (eventual fluff, smut, romance). 

Available here on AO3, and under the cut. 

Summary:  The year is 2084.

Despite its advances, society has collapsed on itself. The world is crooked, damaged, dying. Rezoned into new territories, separating the elite from the unworthy. Civilization is crumbling at your very feet, and in the midst of it all, your best friend, Ben Solo, has been missing for three years.  You desperately cling to what's left of him, hoping that he'll come home, praying that things will fall back into place. 

And then he does. And they don't. Because life is different when you're a scoundrel in the midst of a class war. 

A/N: Please don't mind me, posting another WIP.  I might continue posting this on here as well as AO3. 

This piece (particularly reader's experience of Ben being missing) is heavily inspired (and named after) Stuck On You by Failure. You can find it here if you want to give it a listen. 

This is just the prologue, and won't give much insight into the worldbuilding. That will come in the following chapters. Also, I'm writing this with the assumption that phones will still be a thing in 2084, though they're only still used by the poor.

Then: New Year’s 2083

The way you tore across the dilapidated bar, seething, irate - the force behind your movements astonished your friends as you shoved past them, beelining for the toilets. You hated the holiday season. It was New Years - it was supposed to be a good night, a fun night. But these fights, these senseless, petty arguments and drunken tears, they ruined it. Every single time.

You slammed the ruddy green cubicle door shut behind you, taking your phone out of your purse and sliding down onto the cool tile. It was wet, damp with fluid from the leaking lavatory that stuck to your dress. The tears came, then. Heaving, wretched sobs that ripped from your chest before you could stop them. You clawed at your knees, pulling them close to your chest as you felt that familiar crack in your lungs, that awful lump in your throat. For two years, you’d been numbly pandering through life with a canyon-sized gash in your chest - right between your lungs. A hole you couldn’t fix, a wound that wouldn’t heal. Always open, always weeping, always infected with ruminations of what could have been.  What would have been, if he hadn’t left.  Disappeared. Vanished. Gone. 

Everyone in town had bets down on when you’d get together. You’d been friends since high-school, completely inseparable. You clung to him - your world, your dreams, your future, it all revolved around him. Because to you, nothing was worth doing if he couldn’t come with you. If he couldn’t be a part of it, like he’d been a part of everything else in your life. An ever steady presence, calming and strong throughout the most turbulent of times. No matter the unrest, no matter how society changed and faltered, you always had him. And oh, how you loved him. How you dreamt of him. 

You’d still call him, sometimes. Just to hear his voicemail. Just to hear that casual, “Hey, sorry I missed you”. 

You're sorry, too.

His mother kept up his phone payments, just in case. Just in case he turned his phone back on. Just in case he needed it. Just in case he wanted to call. She couldn’t afford it, not really. No one had enough credits to just throw them at something that wasn’t even being used. But she paid it, all the same. 

You’d text him, too. Just little things, here and there. You’d never get a reply, of course. But you hoped he’d seen them. Hoped he’d seen your birthday wishes, your happy holidays and “do you remember when…?” messages. Whenever your hometown got rezoned, whenever you were swept along to another derelict flat, another house-share in ruins, you’d text him the coordinates. Just in case. Just in case he’d come home. Because where was home, really, to any of you? In a world where land and ownership was reserved for the wealthy, your only home was in each other. In your friends. In your family. In your sense of belonging, wherever it may have been.

And though you called and called and called, you’d never left a voicemail. You almost did, a couple of times. But never knew what to say. You tried, you really did try not to think the worst. You tried not to think of his towering frame withering away in a ditch somewhere, lost among the scrap metal and copper wires. You tried not to think of  his pale skin pulled too-tight over rotting bones, succumbing to maggots. No, you didn’t think like that. You couldn’t.

Your cracked and glitchy phone screen was barely visible through your haze of tears, but you didn’t need to see it. You knew his number off by heart, had done since you were a girl. He never changed it. He worried you’d forget it, if he did, wouldn’t be able to reach him if you needed him. 

The sad irony of that fact made your wails come harder. 

With trembling hands, you held the phone to your ear, shutting your eyes for a moment and relishing in the sounds of his voice as his voicemail greeting played. You sniffled, inhaling shakily in a poor attempt to control your ragged breathing. 

“Hey,” you whispered after the beep. “Hey, it’s um. Me, I guess,” you sniffled again, fresh tears rolling down your cheeks. Every breath was laboured, your lungs felt as though they were burning, like you were inhaling smoke. “I just..I wanted to hear your voice. I just…” you sobbed, then, unable to compose yourself. You’d been so good at that, before. Once upon a time, in another life. Or at least, what felt like another life. “Ben, I-I need you, I can’t do this without you, I-I’m so t-tired of trying t-to do this w-w-without you. I can’t, I c-can’t do it,” you took another unsteady breath, hoping, praying, that he’d hear you. That he’d find you. “Just...p-please, Ben. Please come home, I miss you”.

You dropped your phone back into your lap, letting your head fall into your hands as you let yourself fall apart. Your heels slid on the tile, your lungs crackled with effort as they desperately fought to breathe through your howls. You’d learned early on that the only way to manage the pain, the tears, the hurricanes that came tearing out of that trench inside you, was to let it come. Let it pass, let it wash over you in tidal waves. It would dwindle eventually. The storm would subside, leaving behind its wreckage, its carnage. You didn’t bother with damage control. There wasn’t much of a point. The next storm was never far off. 

As you felt yourself begin to settle, you heard a faint knock on the other side of the cubicle door. Your name was called softly, followed by another knock. You took a deep breath, yanking at the discoloured toilet roll to dab at your face and running nose.

“One second,” you called hoarsely, picking yourself up off the floor and straightening your dress. You’d ripped your tights somewhere in your frenzy, and you pinched absently at the ladder you’d created as you collected yourself. You had no idea how long you’d been in there, how long you’d been crying. But if the scratching in your throat and the pounding between your ears was anything to go by, it had been long enough. You took another breath as a poor attempt of maintaining composure before swinging open the door, revealing a concerned Rose. Glowing, ethereal as always, even in the darkest of bars. 

“You look like you need a hug,” she murmured, stepping closer. She held her arms out timidly. Bless her heart, she tried. Always, even when you pushed her away. You felt yourself well up again, blinking the tears away as you stepped into her embrace. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “I know you miss him.”

She knew, she always knew. 

“I need him, Rose,” you whined, your words muffled as you spoke into her shoulder. “I need him.”

“I know, sweetie,” she hugged you tighter, “I know.”

You sniffled, pulling away as you reached for more tissue. “I’m sorry,” you muttered, dabbing at your eyes. “I’m sorry that I’m always such a fucking wreck when I drink.” 

“Hey,” she held your arm softly. “Don’t be sorry. No one can tell you to heal.”

You nodded, chucking the tissue into the toilet. “Christ, what a mess.” 

Rose smiled, tugging at your arm softly. “Y’know, Jon sent me in here,” she said, her tone subdued. “He’s worried.”

You rolled your eyes. Jon was jealous, always had been, of your missing best friend. A man he’d never met, a man who could well be dead, owned more of your heart, more of your soul, more of your attention than he ever could. And that was fair enough, you knew that. You couldn’t argue with his statements, or how he felt. But the way he’d yell, the way he’d cry when he sensed a storm coming, when he knew you missed Ben a little more than usual. The way he’d tell you to get over it, to let go, to accept that he was probably dead. It boiled your blood. He didn’t know Ben, he’d never met him, never saw that cheeky glint in his eye, never heard his airy laughter. He’d never been hugged by him, or sang to. He’d never gotten to know his stupid jokes, or his obstinate, mercurial attitude that could be so fucking frustrating but so inherently Ben. Most importantly, though, he’d never seen how Ben looked at you. How he held you when you fell asleep on the couch, how he’d carry you to your bed before hugging your mother goodbye. How he’d dance with you, how he’d laugh with you, how he’d just be with you. It infuriated you, when Jon would insist that you let all of that go. To accept that he wasn’t coming back. Because you couldn’t accept that. You wouldn’t. 

When you returned to your group, you avoided his gaze, settling in beside Rose on the opposite end of the table. Never one to back down from a potential fight, Jon approached your seat, tapping your shoulder and eyeing you expectantly. He wasn’t a bad person, Jon. He was kind, and he loved you. But you couldn’t bring yourself to love him, you couldn't bring yourself to care for him the way he cared for you. And maybe you deserved this, all of this endless pain, for stringing him along for all these years, using him as a distraction to alleviate your ache. You lived with constant guilt, constant shame for what you were doing. But you couldn’t stop, couldn’t get out. You worried that if you did, you’d crumble completely. You wished you didn’t need a crutch, you wished you felt enough empathy for Jon to leave. But you didn’t. All you ever felt was Ben, remnants of him sticking to your bones like a thirsty parasite, draining you of all emotion.

“I need some time,” you said plainly. “I just...Please. Just leave me alone.” You shook your head, your eyes glued to your half-empty rum and coke. Rum and badly brewed beer was the only alcohol available in the rezoned land. It turned your stomach sometimes, but a drink was a drink, at the end of the day.

You didn’t look at him, didn’t meet his eyes as he left, only saw him slip out of your peripheral vision and into the sea of people around you. 

When you crawled into your damp bed that night, alone and still in your dress, you’d never felt so misplaced, so lost. So hollow. So full of nothing that it terrified you. But when you slipped into a dream, into a world far kinder, far simpler than your own, you swore you could feel him. Swore you felt his arms, his hair, his breath. So you clung to it, anchored yourself to his broad frame and allowed yourself to melt. At least, in your dreams, he still clung to you, too. 

[raibebe]

Colors

Genre: Fluff Words: 1.124 Prompt: Soulmate AU

A/N: @xingschens​ Hello Alis, it’s me your secret monmirer. I haven’t talked to you much these past few days because I was trying hard to finish this on time without it seeming too rushed and I’m sorry about that. So, when I asked you what kind of fanfiction you liked, you said that you liked soulmate AUs and I have never written one before. So this is a premier for me. It’s nothing special but I hope you like your belated present regardless. Happy Valentine’s!

Everyone has a black stain somewhere on their body where your soulmate is supposed to touch you first. Once they do touch you, it turns into multiple different colors.

It was just another boring shift at work in the little convenience store down the road of where you lived. You didn’t particularly like the job. But the payment was alright and your boss was an old lady who wasn’t mad at you when you studied for you classes late at night when no customers where in sight.

But tonight you wished you could go back to your books for once. Somehow the whole neighborhood decided to host parties this Friday night and almost every five minutes another wave of drunken teenagers and uni students came in and demanded either more alcohol or searched through the snacks and disheveled everything on the shelves, leaving you to pick up stuff they had dropped on the floor and sort everything back, just to do it again minutes after.

So when you were just done cleaning up the contents of a ripped up bag of chips and the bell on the door rang again, you couldn’t really hold back a groan. But instead of obnoxious shouting, the store stayed silent. When you poked your head out from the aisle, you could only see a figure clad in a grey hoodie, the big hood over their head, looking at the arrangement of energy drinks in the cooler. Relieved that you were saved from more drunk customers for now, you quickly cleaned up before going back to your space behind the counter, quickly cleaning your hands on a wet towel when the black haired man came over, a colorful can in his hands that were partly obscured by the long sleeves of his hoodie. Which you had to admit was kind of cute but somehow didn’t quite fit the aesthetic of his ripped jeans and the little flash of silver in his eyebrow, hidden behind his long bangs.

“Just that?” You asked, scanning the item. “For now,” he answered with a deep, pleasant voice. “Interesting placement,” he added while fishing money out of the pockets of his jeans, nodding to the black mark on your forearm, where the shadow of a palm wrapped neatly around your flesh. “Can’t say the same for you,” you teased when he slid over the money with an entirely black palm. Grinning he just shrugged and took his can. “Not everyone can have an interesting mark. Just hope that your soulmate has a good reason to randomly grab you when they first meet you.”

Just when you wanted to give him a witty reply, the doorbell rang again and a group of drunken men entered the store, heavily hanging off of each other and already knocking stuff over. “Need any help with those?” The handsome stranger asked when he saw your worried gaze. “I can handle it, thank you,” you said, letting out a frustrated groan when you heard something fall off the shelves with a loud thud.

“I’m not getting paid enough for this,” you cursed from under your breath, quickly rounding the counter and walking up to the men.

Apparently they found it funny to grab random stuff off the shelves to throw them at each other. “If you don’t stop this, I’ll have to ask you to leave the store,” you told them, voice firm when you picked up a pack of cookies from the ground to put it back where it belonged. “Come on, let us have some fun,” one of the men slurred, his eyes unfocused. “You should join us,” another one suggested, swaying on his feet when he came closer to you. “You are pretty enough,” the third one added, leaning into your personal space, his breath smelling like alcohol and nicotine. Shoving him away, you shook your head. “Leave right now or I’ll call the police,” you threatened.

“Come on, doll. Have some fun once in your life,” the man who you had tried to shove away slurred and tried to cage you against one of the shelves. “Leave her alone,” the stranger’s deep voice cut in before the man could say anything else. “She doesn’t want to and if you are only here to cause trouble and not to buy anything, you should really leave,” he said, cocking his pierced eyebrow while taking a sip from his drink. “And who are you, her boyfriend?” One of the drunks asked. “What if I was?” The stranger teased. That statement made the men break out in laughter, almost toppling over in their drunken state. When two of them fell against each other and against one of the shelves and it started to give in to their combined weight, they hastily pulled away again. But it was too late for the shelf: When it bounced back to his previous state, it slowly toppled over due to its momentum.

“Watch out!” You heard the stranger called before he grabbed you and pulled you towards him and away from the falling shelf, just seconds before it came crashing down onto the floor where you were just standing seconds ago, watching it all unfurl like it was happen in slow motion, leaving you frozen in place. Staring at the whole scene in shock, you couldn’t believe what had just happened. Cursing the men scrambled to their feet and ran out of the shop, leaving the stranger and you alone with the mess. “Are you okay?” He asked you, sounding genuinely worried. From the proximity you could feel his deep voice rumble in his chest and felt his breath ghosting over your neck, making you shiver. Nodding, you let go of the stranger’s hoodie that you had grabbed out of instinct, gently smoothing it out again with trembling hands, feeling the strong muscle beneath. “Fucking great,” you sighed, meeting the stranger’s dark eyes for a moment to give him what you hoped was a reassuring smile, “Just what I needed tonight.”

Walking over to the shop’s door, you flipped the sign to closed and turned the key in the lock, bracing your forehead against the cool glass before taking a couple of deep breaths, willing your hands to stop shaking. “You can go out through the back door. I’ll just clean this up. Thank you for saving me from that shelf,” you told the stranger when you had turned back around. But he didn’t seem to have heard you, just looking at his palm in awe. “You okay there?” Instead of answering, he held up his palm, this time not pitch black but a beautiful mix of colors. Startled you looked down at you own arm where you weren’t met with the familiar black either.

When you looked back at the stranger, you were met with a charming, dimpled smile. “Hi, I’m Changkyun and apparently I am your soulmate, nice to meet you.”

[buckyscrystalqueen]

The Resistant Omega: Part 1

Pairings: Omega!Mickey Milkovich x Male Alpha!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Smut.

Word Count: 2,513

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There was no way in hell that anyone that didn’t live there could describe life in the South-Side of Chicago. Sheer chaos, destruction, and the inability to care from anyone that should except in situations where they shouldn’t. The system was ass backwards and rigged from the jump- but you made due, just like everyone else did. You just happened to do it a hell of a lot better than some; clawing and killing to become top Alpha in the dirty streets, leaving bullets and body parts in your wake without batting an eye.

The day you officially met Mickey Milkovich, you weren’t actually expecting to have a good day. Your electric had been cut off for ‘lack of payment’ in the middle of a damn heat wave, even though you had personally paid it in cash a week before it was due like you always did. Once they realized it was their (purposeful) mistake, the power company refused to come back out until the following week due to ‘lack of personnel in your neighborhood’. Which is why you found yourself, sitting on your porch, chain smoking cigarettes, when Mickey came tearing around the corner.

You could instantly smell the fear pouring out of your Omega; a classification he had obviously been hiding since he presented by the God awful stench of the suppressants that didn’t mask anything to you. Your head tilted to the side for a moment because you did recognize the man from the neighborhood, but not his scent; a mix of some kind of woods mixed with something else you couldn’t put your finger on. You whistled through your teeth and gestured behind you with a single bob of your head before grabbing your pack of cigarettes and pulling another one out. Mickey quickly vaulted over your fence and ran up the stairs past you and you couldn’t miss the way he stumbled across the threshold when he was enveloped by your scent as the door closed behind you.

“Hey… oh, shit.” One of the Alpha guys that had been chasing the Omega shouted as he rounded the corner and realized who he was talking to. “Hey guy, you seen which way that fucker went?” Without a word, you lifted your left hand and swept two fingers to the right, telling them that their target had continued on. “Thanks man.” With a single bob of your eyebrows, you took a long drag of your cigarette and picked up the ever present hand gun that was beside you.

“They’re gone.” You growled as you ashed your cigarette on the partially rotted wood steps. Your front door creeped open behind you, but you didn’t hear anyone moving to leave.

“I can’t…” He almost choked as strange waves of pheromones poured from your home. With a heavy sigh, you grabbed your smokes, and headed into the hot house.

“How long you been on those fucking suppressants, kid?” Mickey looked up at you as you shut, and locked your front door.

“Wha… what fucking suppressants?”

“The fucking suppressants that have you dropping to your Goddamn knees because you’re in your Alpha’s house, but instead of giving off the heavenly scent of pine, and cedar, which is what I fucking expect you to smell like, you smell like a chemical waste plant… here. Take these.”

“Fuck you!” He barked as he hit the bottle of stabilizer pills in the air, sending them flying across your living room. “I ain’t no fucking faggot!”

“Never fucking said you were.” You said, dismissively as you sat down on your couch, and adjusted your swelling length in your jeans. “Just trying to fucking help.”

“Yea, well I don’t need your fucking help.” You exhaled your breath and nodded as you laid your head back on the back of the couch because it was way to hot for you to do much more than that.

“Good to know.” You rolled your head and looked over at the wrecked Omega on your floor, who was desperately fighting his natural instincts as his heat started to burn out the cheap suppressants he had to have been picking up off the streets from someone other than your guys. “You can get the fuck outta my fucking house then.” Mickey almost instantly whined and balled up his jeans in his fists, but he didn’t stand up or move from the spot he was kneeling on the wood floor. Sweat began to bead on his forehead, whether from your lack of AC, or his genetics, you weren’t sure, but what you did know, was this little Alpha wannabe was going to fight his true nature. 

“Omega!” You barked, making his head whip toward you. “Come here or leave.” He shook his head and started to rock in place as he knuckles turned white. With a roll of your eye, you butt out your cigarette and got up to remove him from your home before you did something you couldn’t come back from. “Let’s go.” You growled as you grabbed him by the arm and yanked him to his feet because while he was only a couple inches shorter than you height, you had at least sixty pounds of solid muscle on him. “Move your fucking feet Milkovich, I don’t have the time or the fucking patience for this bullshit today.” He put the breaks on instantly and shook his head when you pulled your front door open the slightest bit. You could smell a slightly chemical tainted slick start to drip down his legs, so you paused for a moment to see what your next step was going to be. 

“Just…” He growled as he looked down in shame. You cocked your eyebrow, and waited for him to continue as he looked up at you through his lashes. “Don’t… make me fucking say it.”

“You can either fucking say it, or you can get the fuck out at the start of your first heat in who the fuck knows how long. I don’t fucking care either way. But one fucking way or another, you need to fucking accept the fact that you’re a Goddamn Omega and accept the fact that whether you fucking think you are or not, you’re gay or you can get thrown to the fucking wolves. I’m not fucking here for the fucking games…”

“Can you just…” He shouted as he ripped away from you but pushed your front door closed. He searched your eyes for a moment before he looked down at your nearly throbbing length. “Fuck… I need that…”

“Good choice.” You said with a smirk as you turned the lock once more and pushed him up against the wall. You gave him zero option to fight it and simply captured his lips with yours. He let out a small whine as you slid your hands down his sides to his ass. He became putty in your palms as you lifted him up, and headed up the stairs toward your second story bedroom. Mickey clawed at your back, which was currently only covered by a single wife beater, and leaned down to lick the sweat off your throat across your scent gland.

“Look at you.” You cooed as you kneeled down on the bed and laid him down on the pile of blankets you typically just pushed off you in the mornings. “Just opening up like a good little Omega.”

“Don’t…” He tried as he turned to look away. You growled and nipped his throat harshly before you, too, licked across his scent gland, purposely marking him as your own.

“You don’t make the rules here.” You growled as you sat back between his thighs and pulled off your shirt. “You’re in my fucking bed, you want my fucking knot, you play by my fucking rules, you understand me?” You could see the look of defiance on his face as you ripped open his sleeveless dress shirt, and an almost evil smirk spread across your face. “I know who you think you are, Milkovich; some hard ass, punk.” He looked up at you angrily as you undid his belt and popped the button on his jeans. “But I will promise you one thing…” You yanked his pants down and slid down the bed to his hips. “You abso-fucking-lutely will come back here again.”

“Unfffffuuuucckk….” He groaned as you easily took his length down your throat. His hips arched up for more as you pulled his jeans and boxers the rest of the way off, but you weren’t even close to ready to give him what he wanted. Your calloused hands slid up his legs until you hit his knees, which you used as leverage to bend him to prop him up for better access. You could almost hear his brain short circuit as you licked through his slick and across his puckered hole, something you could tell he had never had done before just by the way he tried desperately to reach your head to keep you there.

“You ever been taken care of like this before, Omega?” You asked as you looked up at him from between his legs. You hummed and pointed your tongue to get even deeper before replacing it with your middle finger.

“Holy fuck… oh, holy fuck.”

“Oh, I know.” You said before adding your tongue to open him up for you. Your own cock grew painfully tight in your jeans with every little whimper he made, and you reached down to remove your clothes with your non dominant hand. 

“Holy shit.” Mickey gasped when he watched your length fall free of its confines. He tightened around your finger in fear, and you quickly sat up and shook your head.

“Look at me.” You cooed as gently as you could as you continued to thrust your finger in his ass at a steady pace. “Just relax. Breathe, little Omega. Let me in. It’ll be painless, I swear, but you can’t tense up.” You wrapped your hand around his cock and brushed your thumb across the tip, which made a wave of slick seep out onto your fingers. You pulled out your middle finger and carefully switched it for your pinkie and your ring finger at the same time you bent down to lick a long stripe across his balls and up his length.

“Alpha…” He panted as you sucked him down your throat. You hummed and nodded your head as his breathing got more and more shallow and his body started to tense and quake. “Alpha, fuck! I uhnnnnn…” You hummed again and took him all the way down your throat as he came. You swallowed every drop, which was not a new concept to you since you didn’t give a shit who was in your bed at the end of the day, and sat up to look down at the wrecked man in your bed. “Fuck… me…” You smirked and started to separate your fingers to stretch him out.

“Don’t worry, baby boy. I’m not even remotely fucking close to being done with you.”

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You were quite surprised how much stamina Mickey had, but by three AM, he was finally fucked into a coma and spread out across the bed beside you. You left him in bed and headed down stairs to roll yourself a joint, when someone started to pound on your front door. You grabbed your gun off the coffee table and cocked it before opening the front door that was thankfully lit by the streetlight on the corner.

“You better have a good fucking reason why you’re banging on my fucking door at this hour.” You glared at the thug who took a step back and jut his chin out at you.

“Sup. Heard you were the man to see about some bars?”

“Fucking heard wrong, mother fucker.” You snapped back quickly. “Suggest you fuck off now for I let the damn dogs out.”

“Hey man, it’s cool.” He said as he held up his hands. “I got the cash. I ain’t lookin’ to…” Before he could even finish, you grabbed him by the throat, and slammed him into your door frame as your mind skipped right past you getting busted by a possible rat to the Omega upstairs getting tossed in the hole by a possible rat.

“I don’t know who you fucking think you are but I don’t have any fucking idea what the fucking fuck you are going on about. You wanna give me free fucking cash, go right on ahead. But I don’t have fucking shit for you to buy unless you want some day fucking old banana bread. Now, you show up on my fucking block again and I will put a mother fucking bullet in your thick fucking skull and maybe that will get my fucking point across. Have I made myself crystal fucking clear?” He tried to choke out an answer but no sound came out. You startled when you heard the cock of your rifle behind you before the barrel appeared over your shoulder.

“He asked you a fucking question, mother fucker.” Mickey growled. “Fucking answer him.”

“Yes!” The guy choked before bursting into a fit of coughs when he fell to your porch. Mickey took a step around you, and kicked the guy down the stairs before closing the door and heading into the living room.

“Smokes?”

“Well look who’s still capable of walking.” You teased as you picked up a half full pack from the table and tossed it at him.

“Fuck you.”

“I did.” You reminded him as you grabbed a hollowed out Bible off your book shelf and flipped on a battery powered lantern.

“Yea, one desperate time.”

“Why do you fucking hate yourself so damn much?” You glanced over at him as he shook his head and scoffed. “Fucking Christ, someone did a real fucking number on you.”

“No one did a fucking number on me…”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”

“Don’t fucking call me that!” You reacted without thinking and pinned him down to the couch before he could even register you moved. He naturally arched into you and let out a barely audible whine, and you nodded your head.

“Yea.” You said with a nod as you sat up again and went back to rolling a joint. “Front doors unlocked. You wanna keep acting like a mother fucking homophobe, you can get the fuck out. Good luck on dealing with your mixed identity crisis and double up on your shit suppressants to kill your heat.” He managed to catch you off guard when he punched you in the jaw, but he quickly backed away from you when you pointed your hand gun at his cock. “Wanna try that again?”

“Fuck you!” He snapped as he turned and stormed out of your house. You sighed and shook your head as you set your gun back down and finished rolling your joint. Once you had sparked it up, you got up with a heavy sigh, locked up, and headed up to bed for the night.

Part 2

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Sidekick ‘Clued In’

OUT OF THE FRYING PAN CONTINUED-ISH 

This takes place before Sidekick is captured and is part of the set up for the plot after. I’m making another short story in between this one and ‘Out of the Frying Pan’ which should be done in like two weeks... Maybe? I’ll work on it. Hope it all makes sense! 

Sidekick played with the dojo mat’s fraying strands. Hero was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago. Sidekick was starting to get anxious. Hero would only skip out on training for two reasons. One, Hero was meeting with The Heroes’ Association. But Hero usually told Sidekick so they could sit in on the meetings. The second, more likely reason: Hero had seen a vision. Sidekick wouldn’t assume the reason Hero didn’t show up. 

They would find answers. 

Standing, Sidekick took their gui top off, along with their orange belt, leaving them in baggy gui pants and a tight tank-top. They carefully folded their top and tied their belt, and reverently placed them in their locker. 

Then they took off towards Heroes’ office. There was no guarantee Hero would be there--but it was a good place to start. 

Hero’s home was ostentatious. Of course, it wasn’t Hero’s, but rather the city's Resident Hero House. Taxpayers paid for this house--it was the cost of protection against villains, Sidekick guessed. Shouldn’t ‘superheroes’ just save people without extracting payment? Out of the goodness of their hearts? Or like, duty?

Sidekick picked at their tank top as they went upstairs, glancing at the grand staircase. Were they worthy of the pompous carpet, the gilded rails? Not many Heroes were, Sidekick found.

Few heroes dedicated themselves to tackling the systemic injustices of the world and ‘blue-collar’ crime. Why stop muggings and promote safety when they could save the city once a month and be hailed as the only public worker? Would it kill them to have a day job? 

Vigilantes, though. They knew where it was at. They were constantly hard at work, stopping villains without praise, and making citizen arrests to keep the streets a safer place for every-day citizens. They also got to go back to their own lives at the end of the day.

Sidekick hadn’t been afforded the luxury. Not with the power of prophecy. The Heroes’ Association took them ‘under their wing’ when their first vision came true.

Sidekick rubbed their chest, regret shooting through them. Confiding in First Sidekick about their powers had cost them. First Sidekick could never keep a secret like that; the association had found out quickly. 

Despite First Sidekick’s encouragement, Sidekick had resisted joining the association. The association had never helped them; why should Sidekick do them any favors? But with no parents to fight for them, they had little choice but accept the associations ‘invitation.’ It wasn’t like foster parents wouldn’t love profiting off them, anyways.

They had been 14 years old, right after their Celiac’s Disease diagnosis. Who would have thought it was gluten keeping their powers at bay? Sidekick felt like a bad Middle-Class, 21st Century, American stereotype. Why couldn’t it be something cool? Like silver--I missed out on werewolf connotations for this.

They still remembered how the association’s council had laughed at them.

The crimson heat of embarrassment still clung to Sidekick’s cheeks when Hero brought the topic up. Hero seemed to garner some kind of sadistic pleasure in shaming Sidekick.

Just two years with Hero had Sidekick rooting for the villains. 

What had it been like for First Sidekick? They couldn’t remember First Sidekick ever complaining about Hero. Sidekick took a few calming breaths in front of Hero’s’ office’s relatively simple door. The door was pretentious in its own way; the office was an exact replica of the presidential office. The symbolism was explicit:

Superheroes’ dictated law. 

They eased the door open and slowly walked into the office. Hero looked up from their food. Heroes’ face was set in a grimace. 

They were eating bread.

Sidekick’s gut twisted, they steeled themself. They took care not to sound condescending when they spoke. “Why are you eating that?” They looked calm, cool, and collected--probably. They were screaming on the inside. 

What's the point of giving you my power if you don’t even avoid its weakness!!

“I missed bread,” Hero responded, taking another mouth full of bread. Sidekick’s fist clenched--their only response to their raging frustration. Missing nothing, Hero's eyes flashed to Sidekick’s fists. A smirk twitched onto their face.  

Yup. I’m definitely here for your amusement. 

Sidekick’s cheeks burned, if it was worth it, they’d rip Hero a new one. “Is it for training?” No, obviously. If Sidekick opened the door wide enough, for Hero to insult them, maybe Hero would slip up and provide answers. Sidekick tried to look earnest or at least vacant. Their facade earned them an eyeroll. Sidekick’s lips pursed.

Hero, seeing through Sidekick’s poor attempt at egging them on, ignored the question. “There will be a new arrangement in a couple of days, you’ll officially be on your own. You won’t be needing my expertise anymore.” Giving Sidekick a tight smile, they looked down at paperwork in front of them, slipping on glasses that appeared to soften their features. 

A ridiculous effect; nothing about Hero was soft.

Shock left Sidekick stammering. “You’re… You are... letting me go? To be my own hero?” 

Knowing what I know you did? With no magical contract to protect you?

Sidekick’s eyes narrowed. “What’s the catch?”

Sidekick had fought tooth and nail to get away from Hero. Had done everything they could to get out of the contract forged between the two. Even going so far as to contact a few ‘Nullifiers’-- people who could break magic contracts. Their replies haunted Sidekick.

“Hero has served this city for 15 faithful years.”  “You’re so ungrateful. Do you even realize how lucky you are to be training under Hero?” “You just want an easy out so you can run off and be a vigilante.”  “The Heroes’ Association says I’m not allowed to talk with you anymore.” 

Their absolute faith in Hero, and their skepticism of Sidekick, had kept Sidekick awake tossing and turning for many nights. Guilt-ridden, they punished themself. Maybe if I had been more on board with the ‘The Heroes’ Association.’ Maybe if I hadn’t fought them so vocally. Maybe if I had just been more. Maybe then I could be free of their abuse. Maybe then a villain wouldn’t be sitting on the city's throne. 

Hero’s condescending face filled Sidekick’s eyes. “Have I ever lied to you Sidekick?”

No--do I dare hope?

Evidence pointed to Hero having an inability to directly lie--maybe it was their powers weakness. That doesn’t mean the snake couldn’t spin a web of lies.

This means something else. I refuse to indulge in false hopes.

Sidekick strained not to challenge Hero’s words. Who knows what the temperamental Hero would do in response?

What did Hero say?

There will be a new arrangement in a couple of days… You’ll officially be on your own… You’ll no longer need my expertise… 

They said nothing and yet they said everything.

“No, you never have.” Sidekick responded obediently, schooling their features. 

Hero’s smile seemed to say, ‘good dog.’ 

“Great talk. Rest up, take a few days off. We have a big day coming up.”

[mgares]

HOW TO BUY A HOUSE - IN 3 EASY STEPS

There is a lot of confusion out there about how to become a Homeowner so I thought I would take a moment and put it into Average Joe speak. That, and in my experience, some people go about it totally backwards which is counter productive to the end goal.

STEP 1. - ASSESS YOUR FINANCES

This is fairly simple. Eliminate non-essentials from your spending budget and stick it in the piggy bank. Modify spending habits to generate savings. Make short-term lifestyle changes.

It's just temporary and if canceling monthly memberships (Netflix, Gyms, Any Subscriptions), adjusting your shopping habits [I got some great tips for this], or eliminating other non-essential spending allows you to keep more money in your pocket to get a home versus flushing rent dollars down the proverbial toilet? Bit of a no-brainer if you ask me.

Bottom line is you have to have money ready-to-hand for the transaction. Even with the "zero down" options like VA and some USDA loans; just to name a couple.

There are inspections, appraisals, escrow funds, repairs, home warranty policies, property taxes, closing costs, and other such considerations that must be paid in order to get a home of your own.

"Do Not Save What Is Left After Spending; Instead Spend What is Left After Saving" - Warren Buffett

Figure out what kind of a down payment your financial situation will allow for. The more, the better, but very few people I know got 20% of the purchase price [a.k.a. - conventional/bank loan] sitting around collecting dust. Good news is you don't necessarily have to have that much.

One of the most common loans is a FHA that only asks for 3-5% down AND there are down payment assistance programs out there if you are really Stuck Like Chuck when it comes to finances. NOTE: This does NOT mean they are going to give you ALL of your down payment; you gotta have some chips in that poker game too.

I like to recommend that people shoot for at least 6-8% of the purchase price of the "kind of home they want" just to make sure all the bases are covered - down payment AND cost(s) of the transaction. Folks, that's a lesser down payment than Owner Finance options for the same "kind of home" as Owners generally ask for 10-15% down.

This total can be a combination of self-savings, down payment assistance, assets that can be used as collateral against the loan, monetary or tangible gifts from friends/family members in some few cases, and more.

Each person is unique and different in how that 6-8% manifests and lenders can vary in what form(s) of down payment they will accept.

EXAMPLE:

Purchase Price: $150k

FHA Down Pymt (3-5%): $4,500 - $7,500

Other Cost(s): (3% +/-): $4,500

Total Savings Needed: $9,000 - $12,000

Kill some bills, sell your "junk" - we all got crap laying around the house we don't use worth money in various amounts - and modify spending habits in a positive manner.

If you are a two car family... can you get by with just one vehicle on a temporary basis [turn that car, and its bills, "into" a house]? Perhaps you have a skill set or piece of equipment that can earn you extra cash here and there on your terms? What changes to your lifestyle can you make that will put another dime or dollar into that kitty bucket?

Finally, do whatever it is you need to do to put those greenbacks into a savings method you can stick with. Whether that is a traditional banking institution or an old shoe box under the bed; you do you. If this means you have to ask someone in a position of trust to hold it so you don't spend it? Guess what you should consider doing?

STEP 2. - TALK TO LENDERS

Let's talk about the "When" of contacting a lender. The only true answer to "When" is... When You Are Ready and only you know how Ready you feel.

I've had clients express the sheer dread they felt about reaching out to a lender and it's an understandable fear. One of my people even said that they felt applying to lenders and having them see their credit condition was akin to stripping naked in front of a total stranger.

But, and as I told my client... think of it like going to the doctor for a full physical exam. Hospital gown over your birthday suit and all. Lenders are professionals there to do a job. They do NOT judge or speculate just because they have intimate knowledge of or about you.

If you suspect you may have some homework to do, credit wise, then it's better to contact a lender sooner rather than later. This allows you to get a game plan together and knock out credit related targets while you are saving funds for your down payment goal. Once completed, you are able to resume your application with confidence moving forward.

"Everything You Want Is On The Other Side of Fear" - Jack Canefield

However, if you are one of the few who feel their credit profile will be a "non-issue" then my suggestion becomes waiting to speak to lenders until you have most, if not all, of your down payment goal met.

When applying to a lender always ask if they perform a Soft or Hard inquiry against your credit report. Most of the lenders I know [and I will list two of my favorites for you here in a second] will execute a Soft Credit Inquiry to determine credit worthiness. This Soft Inquiry does not impact or affect your credit score - should such be a matter of concern to you.

Something else I've noticed is that people don't seem to understand shopping for lender is very much like shopping for an automobile. The overall requirements of any one particular lender (or dealership) can be totally different from a fellow lender's (or dealership's).

Just because one says "No" does not mean they will all will say "No". And even if the first lender tells you "Yes"... I would still encourage you to apply to more than one who does Soft Inquiries. Compare apples to oranges to find the best fit for your home purchasing needs by reviewing interest rates, terms of repayment, mutual rights and remedies, and so on and so forth.

Only after you have secured lender approval (which may be conditional based on various factors) and they have given you the green light to shop up to the amount of $X.00 do you move on to Step 3.

STEP 3 - FIND YOUR REALTOR

The vast majority of the population feels the path to homeownership is "finding the home and then buying it" - through a Real Estate agent. This is NOT the case.

Selecting an agent to help navigate you through the complexities of The Offer and Purchase process is the absolute LAST step to be taken.

What Happens When You Do It Backwards:

You shop for, and find, that PERFECT place and then reach out to an an agent or contact the website that is listing that property. The agent involved determines you haven't spoken with a lender and may now recommend one to get the process started.

Just to let you know... most of us agents are unable to do much of anything at this point without your having secured a lender first. There are some agents out there who are also qualified mortgage consultants but I, personally, haven't met one yet so I don't know how they work.

At this point the agent may also put you on an e-mailer list that scouts the MLS's and regularly sends you properties "matching" the ideal home that you originally asked about.

Why?

Because "that home may not still be there when you are in a position to buy". That's agent speak for... this is gonna take a bit of second and that property will most likely have sold by the time we get you lender approved.

I can't emphasize enough the fact that we agents don't "GET" you that house - the lender does that by providing the loan to pay for it. Us agents help you shop for a home and protect your best interests when buying it.

We deal with the butt-ton of technical paperwork coming/going from every which-a-way at all hours of the day, manage the contract negotiations, handle scheduling and execution of services by professional providers involved in the transaction, are your personal defacto counselor/moral support during the stress mess of buying, and more. None of which can be done until a lender gives us the green light to begin.

Well, most folks aren't mentally or emotionally prepared to reach out to said lender on the fly like this. Fears of "what that lender will see" or personal misgivings about "not qualifying" due to credit condition can halt the whole process at this point. Perhaps leaving you with negative emotions about the whole experience thus far.

But, for the sake of argument let's say you muster up the courage to reach out to a lender anyway. You'll discover that they are people too - most with a generous heart and helpful personality.

You might even discover that your credit was nowhere near as bad as you had built it up in your mind to be. Or, the lender may come back with a little homework for you. Take care of This and That and we'll be able to get you into a home.

The "whammy" of doing it in reverse order like this is that the lender will also share that you will need X thousands of dollars as a down payment to make that happen. Talk about a case of sticker shock!

Obviously, this can be discouraging and disheartening. To overcome one obstacle only run smack dab into another you weren't prepared to tackle? It may start to feel like you are looking up the side of a mountain, the goal of owning a home clearly in your line of sight, but you lack the climbing equipment (not to mention the funds to acquire such) to reach the summit.

It may feel like "that's it, game over" at this point. I know because I, too, approached home ownership azz-backwards like this before I became a Realtor. Felt like someone had ripped a bit of my soul away and left me frustrated and crying inside my heart and mind.

DON'T give up on yourself or your dream of home ownership. Back up, regroup, and attack that goal again. This time, in the correct sequence of events.

"You May Have To Fight A Battle More Than Once To Win It" - Margaret Thatcher

Do this and I promise you that there will be no better feeling in the world than those you experience at the closing table when you are finally handed the keys to your very own home.

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“So you’ll pick me up at the train station tonight after my shows finishes?” Richie asked once he arrived at the theater. Traveling gigs were picking up more. At least he could take his mind off the new house that was crumbling right under their feet for a couple of hours. 

Trying to open the door which had already fallen off its hinges, Eddie heaved a sigh as he stepped inside. The construction workers really did a number. Heaps of wood and dust covered the floor. Not mention, the floor was scratched up from the workers obviously dragging it along the floor. Did they know how to do anything? “Yeah, Rich, I’ll be there.”

“Is everything okay, Eds?” Richie asked his husband. Ah, he loved saying that. Had they really only been married for just a month?

“Yeah, I’m just tired. Everything with the house is just making me stressed,” Eddie told him, taking a deep breath. One of the windows was shattered, so they had to replace it with a trash bag to shield it. All Eddie wanted to do was take a hot bath and got into some comfortable clothes. He could hardly concentrate at work today, dosing off at one point.

“Hey, if you want I could just call for a taxi or something so you can get some sleep,” Richie told him. A lot had been on his mind with the house, too. He and Eddie hadn’t spent much time together. Sleeping arrangements were awful in the house. With how weak the floorboard were they had no idea if a bed could hold the both of them.

“No, I’ll be there. I need to call the permit guy to get everything straightened out. I wish I could be there to see your show tonight,” Eddie told him. He felt so guilty. Ever since they got together, he went to all of Richie’s shows if the time allowed it.

“Don’t worry, Eddie. You’re always in the front row in my book - picking your nose this is!”

“God, do you always have to be so disgusting?”

“They don’t call me trashmouth for nothing!”

Shaking his head, Richie’s humor cheered Eddie up a bit as he headed towards the ladder to go upstairs. “Okay, I’ll see you tonight. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Richie told him before hanging up the phone.

Now for just one more task so he could scratch it off the list. Afterward, he could relax. His therapist requested relaxation for the evening. Most nights, he snuggled up with Richie on the couch watching whatever they found on Netflix. He was so comfortable. 

“Hello, are you the permit-” Eddie was cut off in seconds by the disgruntled who clearly did not have a lot of patience. “Hi, This is Eddie Tozier... yes I am in the McDermot Mansion, I was wondering if you could schedule an appointment for the permit... you could be here in half an hour? Uh-huh... cash? That’s not a problem. Thanks, bye-” He was cut off. “Asshole.”

Taking out his wallet, Eddie walked a few steps until he found himself sinking into the floor. “Huh? Wha-?” Disappearing with the carpet into the floor, Eddie just stopped at his chest. His arms were barely free, constricted by the hole.

What the hell? Did the construction workers make a hole in the floor and then place a rug over it thinking that nobody would notice? Clearly, yes.

“Fuck! Help! Shit!” Eddie struggled to free himself. He couldn’t move. The rug was stuck. Oh great, this was all he needed. 

What to do? What to do? His phone... was in his pants pocket in which he couldn’t reach. Okay, relax, relax, the permit guy will be here soon so he’ll be able to help. Until then he just had to wait. 

Yeah, like this was the best way to relax. He wasn’t doing anything. Okay, that was a positive, good!

To pass the time Eddie went through his wallet counting his money to make sure that he had enough to pay the permit guy. He even sang a little tune to himself. Oh, there was that picture he was looking for. Oh, and a bill that was coming up towards payment. Card, card, aw the picture he kept of himself and Richie.

 Which reminded him, Richie was never to find out about this embarrassing incident. It was only going to go to one of his sketches.

“Hello? Mr. Tozier! Hello?” A voice called from outside.

Eddie had been stuck in the floor for so long that he was feeling the constraints of the floor against his chest. It hurt. “H-Help, pl-please!” God, he must have been going out of his mind because he startled giggling hysterically over the situation. 

“Are you laughing at me? Nobody laughs at me! Forget about it!” Eddie heard papers ripping in half and then a revving car engine. 

“No, no, please, don’t go! H-Help me!” Oh, he was going to kick his ass the next time he saw him!

Later that evening, a taxi pulled up to the house. Richie’s mouth dropped at the sight of the demolished place. The wood was falling off the house and there were gaping holes everywhere. Not to mention, a gigantic hole dug up in the ground was right in the middle of the entranceway. It didn’t even resemble a house!

“Wow, looks like a missile blew up here!” Ther cab driver exclaimed as Richie got out. He was lucky to get a cab after waiting for Eddie to show up for an hour. Worried that something may have happened, Richie told himself that Eddie must have fallen asleep. He was very tired as he claimed.

“The house will look great once it’s finished,” Richie told her somewhat tersely, getting out of the car. He was so tired from everything with the house that he yawned so many times during his own performance. Hopefully, his fans took it as a joke. 

“You mean when it’s an exhibit?” That was the woman’s attempt at a joke as she cackled in this ugly laugh. She beeped her horn loudly.

The horn awoke Eddie who had fallen asleep in the hole. How long had it been? For hours he had no water, food, nothing!

Once he paid the driver, Richie went inside turning up his nose at the mess. What kind of construction workers did they hire? And he thought him destroying the staircase was bad enough.

“Eddie?” Richie called out, his voice echoing throughout the house. It was best not to wake Eddie, but he had to know if he was okay.

“Rich? Oh, Richie, thank God it’s you, man!” Eddie’s voice was raspy, stuttering his words. He was so out of it that he started laughing again, cackling like a hyena. 

“Eddie?” Richie questioned, concerned. Oh dear, did he trip and fall. “Is that you?”

“Is it me? I’ve been trapped here for so long that I thought My Little Pony and her friends were having a tea party!”

Was he drunk? “Eds?”

“Are you going to keep shouting my name or are you going to come find me?”

“Eddie?” Richie called out again searching left and right, running through the living room. He didn’t even see the wiggling rug above his head, protruding through a hole in the ceiling.

“UPSTAIRS YOU DILLHOLE!” Eddie hollered, unable to stand any more of this.

Richie ran up the ladder. Uh, he never liked going up this un-sturdy ladder. They needed their stairs back, and now! “Are you okay?”

“No, I’m in a pickle!” Eddie called out not sure whether to laugh or cry at how ridiculous this situation was. He heard Richie’s pacing feet in the hallway. Barely able to turn his neck, he saw Richie peak into the room that he was in and then turn back out barely even searching the room for him. What a hero. 

“Where are you?” Richie called out, pacing the halls.

“You’re very hot.”

“What? Eds, stop joking! Where are you?”

“I’m in the den!” Eddie called out, shutting his eyes tightly so as not to lose his mind. Too late.

“No, you’re not! I was just in there!”

“Richie, just come back into the den, I swear I am here!”

Richie sighed, slapping a hand to his face. “Eddie, I was joking around all night. I don’t need...”

“I’M RIGHT HERE, YOU ASSHOLE!” Spit flew out of Eddie’s mouth. He really didn’t want to shout again. He was cooped up so tightly to the point that he couldn’t breathe. 

Finally, Richie retraced his steps back into the den, turning on the light. Eddie was hidden by this big chair but he could see the top of Richie’s head.

Richie placed his hands on his hips. “This game of hide-n-seek is really getting old, Eds.”

“I’m in the floor behind the chair,” Eddie said as patiently as he could.

Richie looked around the chair and found him. Eddie did a little sarcastic little wave. It didn’t take long for Richie to crack a smile. 

“If I see you laugh...”

Richie cracked up, laughing like a donkey. He even pulled out his phone to grab a picture. Yup, this was definitely going in one of his shows. 

“You’re a blanket burrito, Eds!” Richie fell to his knees crawling over to him.

Eddie rolled his eyes to the ceiling. “I’m a blanket burrito,” he repeated his disbelief. “I’m stuck in a carpet!”

Richie went to work trying to figure out how to get him loose. “How long have you been like this?”

“I don’t want to think about anymore, Rich. And you know what, tomorrow I am taking off work, marching down to that permit guy’s office and I’m kicking his ass!”

Right then, the carpet loosened and Eddie went falling down to the floor at least more than ten feet. Well, at least he was finally free. 

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Negotiator - What Are Its Perks?

As a conciliator, you have to ensure that your job is actually to promote an achievable problem between two or even more events. In order to assist make the procedure smooth working, you need to also make certain that you may aid other gatherings within a compromise. This post will definitely explain the qualities of a really good negotiator as well as several of the benefits that you can easily get by possessing one.

One of the most significant benefit of being a negotiator is that you get to deliver a mediating service. The usefulness of being a moderator has actually been actually getting even more well-liked due to the fact that lots of people do certainly not possess the adventure of being actually a moderator. A conciliator is usually charged to provide an answer that would attend to a certain complication between both events. Considering that the mediator is meant to embody both events, there are no worry in imparting the notification of both parties. The conciliator can have different skills like speaking, being a forerunner, or presenting empathy for the prey or even the various other event.

An additional benefit of being actually a negotiator is actually that you are actually expected to have expertise in mediation. Many individuals assume that adventure is certainly not essential however it is essential. With the understanding of just how to solve problems, you can easily give advise or even recommendations to each gatherings and permit all of them understand the most suitable technique to come close to a certain concern.

The relevance of being a good mediator relates to the requirement of trust in the moderator. The majority of people usually tend to rely on others without also recognizing that they are trusted. As a result, you need to possess tough communication capabilities. You need to manage to interact in a proper manner, without appearing overbearing or even making it resemble you are asking for. If you possess a tough command of the language, you can easily help convey the ideal notification and also make certain that the two parties know how to move toward the problem in an appropriate way.

The best essential perk of being a conciliator is that you come to function as a third party. This is actually an advantage that you should think about considering that it could possibly aid you eliminate numerous communication problems that you might come across later on. People tend to interact and make the interaction network simply when the individual that the interaction was planned for is actually not present. As an example, if you appear a presentation, you may call a person that can listen to your presentation to ensure that she or he can offer feedback and reviews.

The necessity for count on is also vital since the negotiator is expected to function as the "gatekeeper" of the interaction network. The conciliator is actually the one who needs to determine whether the interaction has worked out or otherwise. If the communication worked out, the negotiator will make a decision whether the events need to have to see each other again or not. If the interaction was actually certainly not working out, the moderator will definitely keep all of them answerable as well as aid them settle the concern.

You will definitely likewise come to participate in the task of the "non-attached individual". Given that the moderator is certainly not directly involved in the dispute, she or he is actually often viewed as an individual that is simply enjoying. Consequently, the negotiator is actually phoned call to function as a neutral event in fixing disputes.

The value of being a conciliator has to do with the premiums of a good conciliator and also the perks that you can exist having one. Right now, you know what a conciliator is actually and how to turn into one.

What's the Role of the Moderator in the Case of Divorce?

A separation is a complicated and taxing problem that requires appropriate and relevant conversation, yet it requires to become taken very seriously through a mediator. Divorce commonly implies a lot of changes happening in the lives of the parents and children. It might likewise imply a separation from the spouse that had been actually along with them for a very long time. All these are actually quite challenging to accept as well as to cope with. On top of that, the children might be in the middle of emotion shed without their moms and dads. This is actually why it is actually required to find the support of a good moderator that will mediate in order to get to a fair and also reliable answer to the complication.

At the moment of separation, numerous married couples attempt to keep their kids after the separation by using residence after separation insurance coverage that is usually discussed by the companions of the marriage or even by using medical service providers to look after the youngsters. Both the home after a divorce as well as the residence after divorce insurance coverage is actually useful if dealt with effectively. But the fault for this is actually that the youngsters could end up residing in poor conditions and also at risk of being actually abused or even ignored. This is actually why it is important to take the little ones and the various other companions seriously and also to care for them. In such scenarios, it is actually much better to go through the property after a divorce as well as the home after divorce insurance policy in order to get what you definitely wish and to stay clear of wasting your money in a needless option. If the youngsters are actually involved in the arrangements in between the parties after that it is recommended to experience the mediation procedure too.

After home after the separation, it is very important to also steer clear of any type of compulsion in the home after breakup particularly the use of management systems like brutality and psychological adjustment. The instance of separation may also lead to clinical depression in the kids if the moms and dads carry out certainly not manage them similarly. This is actually why it is essential to move toward a conciliator in such situations. The moderator is going to offer his advice on how to produce the parents accept to a remedy on the basis of common respect and dignity. This can easily assist both parties in fixing the situation in a good manner in order that they can progress on the manner of common appreciation as well as modesty.

What's the Task of the Moderator in the Case of Separation?

What's the function of moderator in the case of breakup? If your spouse is informing you that the kid is actually living with another moms and dad and this various other parent is properly paid out, and it is possible to obtain the residence after separation? This may be a really psychological minute for you and your ex-spouse. It is constantly most effectively to consult with a conciliator that is actually trained and also an expert. If you perform certainly not understand just how to engage in receiving a conciliator or if you want to learn more concerning just how to achieve this then the following will definitely offer you some excellent assistance on how to deal with this condition.

In a breakup there are actually three principal factors to take a look at, one is actually the kid is actually dealing with one more moms and dad, the second variable is actually the department of the residential property as well as the 3rd is the concept of power circulation. If the child is actually dealing with an additional moms and dad, the mediator will take a seat with the moms and dads to find out a technique to obtain the kid back alongside its biological parents. The youngsters can easily stay in the same home, or they can easily move out as well as cope with their parents. There is actually likewise the trouble of property. Currently the mediation may not allow the events to agree on exactly what building is certainly not theirs. They can set a split of your home and also other possessions.

The concept of power distribution is perhaps the absolute most crucial thing to decide on when your partner is actually mentioning that they don't desire the little one back. If they have the ability to get safekeeping of the little one, they are visiting wind up receiving the exact same quantity of money as well as expenses as you performed. If https://scheidingscenter.nl/mediator-hoorn/ perform certainly not have that perk, then you need to make sure that you receive your reasonable reveal of the money. The main thing that is mosting likely to produce the division of electrical power is who receives little one help payments. You as well as your ex-boyfriend will definitely have to bargain the quantity of money you will definitely pay to be sure that both of you are actually acquiring the exact same volume. But once that has actually been set it is most effectively to care for your ex lover so that they are certainly not tempted to rip off on you. That's the job of mediator when it comes to separation.

What's the Task of Moderator on Children in Breakup?

When our team talk about arbitration on children in breakup, our company can easily never picture that a person needs to find out the role of arbitrator on little ones in divorce. During the course of a divorce, youngsters are actually a really important part of every loved ones, as well as if children are eliminated from their moms and dads, it will definitely be actually a primary reduction for the kids as well as they will certainly likewise be a terrific reduction to the entire household. The mediation in between both edges is actually thought about to be one of the most ideal achievable procedures when it pertains to bringing back the excellent relationships in between the divorcing gatherings. There are actually several causes regarding why you need to discover the task of mediator on youngsters in divorce. These explanations are basically all associated with the health and wellness as well as welfare of the children, and it is a crucial point to consider in a situation when the kids are actually concerned.

Yet another cause is that when the 2 edges have reached out to a concession, as well as when they continue to communicate with each other and meet a mutual understanding, there will be a wonderful end result of the arbitration on kids in divorce. Among the many things that are thought about to become among the essential traits to know through moderators on youngsters in divorce is actually the function of teenage years. It is actually just during teenage years that adolescents start to end up being private and start to encounter different scenarios that may be unsafe to all of them. This is actually additionally the age where the little ones learn just how to handle the different disagreements that are encountered by all of them in a normal method, and also this is likewise the age where they start to establish a school child during breakup. This will certainly be actually an important procedure if both the moms and dads are actually financially tough good enough to support the education and learning of their kids during breakup.

Yet another explanation in order to why one needs to learn the job of negotiator on little ones in divorce is actually that throughout the procedure of arbitration, moms and dads must regularly keep in mind that they need to be entirely separated from their children. It is necessary that while the method of mediation is actually happening, moms and dads ought to certainly not make their youngsters familiar with the factors for separation, or else they could think awkward during the course of the arbitration. They must remember that during the course of arbitration, they ought to only be focusing on the procedure and also the problems included, and also they should steer clear of coming from the courtroom procedures and deal with the youngsters's' concerns in the course of the arbitration process.

What's the Function of Moderator in Adult Program?

In any kind of condition involving breakup, which one will be actually the most handy to the person requiring the details? Which one will assist the individual securing the advise? Most people will opt for the initial inquiry but you may correct. As well as a great inquiry will definitely obtain the person the solution you are trying to find. You can't merely inquire what's the duty of arbitrator in the parental planning?

There is a really important factor that this is the case and our experts will review it along with our function as a mediator if you want to make sure that all gatherings will definitely recognize what each of us can do as well as what the other person needs to have to complete in order to have a well-balanced relationship. Consider it momentarily. Which one do you presume would certainly aid you a lot more? The solution is actually both of them interacting in harmony. Think about it and determine.

There is actually a really crucial element to take into consideration and also is actually that the method of resolving in any situation is actually a two-way method where you as a negotiator need to bring the 2 celebrations together in order that they know the mutual understanding and also one another's requirements. If the two of you do not understand what each other necessities at that point no volume of arbitration may help. Our experts as arbitrators recognize what requires to become done and also our team can aid all of them attain that goal. What's the function of the negotiator in the adult strategy? This is actually one thing that needs to have to be accurately comprehended since it will certainly help you in the process of moderating and help you along the way to success.

What's the Role of Arbitrator in Retirement Pension Account?

What is actually the function of arbitrator in a retirement pension plan? A mediator will definitely be present at every step of your life throughout your life cycle. He is actually the one who will certainly be resting at your side to use you the viewpoints and also suggestions pertaining to how to be happy and also how to achieve results in your organisation or socializing. He is not there to determine you, yet he will certainly be actually providing you tips on just how to be successful and how to handle all things that come up.

When you are ready to go up in your career or even the institution, your negotiator is going to be actually resting with you and also will definitely give you a heads up on the complications that might emerge or your transfer to a greater location within the association or even service. You are certainly not supposed to inquire your moderator a lot of inquiries that might break the ice. He will simply inform you to sit and assume prior to you make a move up the ladder of your career. He will definitely see to it that you do not slide and fall on your method to attaining success. To steer clear of any kind of potential conditions, it is always great to collaborate with a trustworthy moderator who is going to pay attention to you as well as help you through providing you unprejudiced suggestions.

Therefore what's the duty of mediator in a retired life pension plan? Our experts have actually referred to the simple fact that he will certainly help your firm. However what else should you know about your arbitrator?

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Mediator - What Are Its own Benefits?

As a conciliator, you should make certain that your task is actually to promote a feasible disagreement in between two or even additional parties. So as to aid produce the procedure hassle-free working, you must also ensure that you may help other parties in reaching a trade-off. This article will cover the top qualities of a really good negotiator and several of the advantages that you can easily get by possessing one.

The absolute most essential perk of being a moderator is actually that you come to deliver a resolving company. The value of being a moderator has been obtaining more popular considering that most individuals perform certainly not possess the adventure of being actually a mediator. A negotiator is actually generally tasked to provide a service that will deal with a certain issue between both celebrations. Given that the moderator is expected to work with both events, there are actually no problems in sharing the information of each events. The mediator can easily have various capabilities like public speaking, being actually an innovator, or presenting sympathy for the victim or the other party.

An additional advantage of being actually a conciliator is that you are counted on to possess knowledge in mediation. Many individuals believe that knowledge is actually certainly not required but it is essential. With the knowledge of exactly how to resolve issues, you can easily provide insight or even suggestions to both celebrations as well as allow all of them know one of the most appropriate method to come close to a specific issue.

The value of being a good negotiator involves the criteria of trust in the arbitrator. Lots of people have a tendency to count on others without even understanding that they are actually relied on. Therefore, you need to have sturdy interaction capabilities. You ought to have the ability to connect in an appropriate method, without sounding overbearing or even creating it look like you are actually demanding. If you possess a sturdy command of the language, you can easily help communicate the best message as well as be sure that the 2 parties recognize just how to approach the problem in an effective way.

The absolute most important advantage of being actually a moderator is actually that you get to serve as a third party. This is a conveniences that you ought to think about since it could assist you get rid of many communication issues that you might face later on. People often tend to correspond and develop the communication network just when the individual that the interaction was planned for is not present. For instance, if you appear a presentation, you may known as an individual that may pay attention to your discussion to ensure he or she may give comments and reviews.

The need for trust fund is actually additionally significant due to the fact that the negotiator is actually expected to work as the "gatekeeper" of the communication channel. The arbitrator is actually the one that needs to determine whether the communication has actually gone well or otherwise. If the interaction went well, the moderator will definitely decide whether the events require to observe each other once more or otherwise. If the interaction was certainly not working out, the conciliator will store them accountable as well as aid them resolve the concern.

You are going to likewise come to participate in the duty of the "non-attached person". Considering that the mediator is certainly not directly associated with the conflict, she or he is commonly seen as an individual who is actually just seeing. Therefore, the moderator is contacted us to work as a neutral party in addressing disputes.

The relevance of being actually a negotiator relates to the qualities of a really good moderator as well as the advantages that you may cope possessing one. Currently, you recognize what a negotiator is actually and also just how to become one.

What's the Part of the Mediator in the Case of Divorce?

A divorce is a complicated and also difficult issue that asks for appropriate and purposeful conversation, however it requires to become taken truly through a conciliator. Breakup often means many modifications occurring in the lives of the parents and also kids. It could additionally suggest a splitting up from the significant other that had actually been actually with all of them for a very long time. All these are very tough to approve and to take care of. Additionally, the children might reside in the middle of emotion dropped without their parents. This is actually why it is important to seek the aid of an excellent mediator who will resolve in order to come to a fair and also helpful service to the concern.

Back then of separation, many married couples attempt to keep their kids after the divorce by using home after breakup insurance that is usually discussed by the partners of the marriage or by utilizing healthcare suppliers to take care of the children. Both the home after a separation and the property after divorce insurance policy is helpful if taken care of appropriately. However the fault for this is actually that the youngsters may find yourself living in inadequate circumstances as well as in danger of being mistreated or disregarded. This is actually why it is essential to take the little ones as well as the other partners seriously and also to care for them. In such situations, it is actually far better to undergo the residence after a breakup as well as the property after separation insurance policy to get what you really want and also to steer clear of losing your loan in an unnecessary remedy. If the children are actually involved in the arrangements between the parties then it is recommended to undergo the arbitration procedure as well.

After house after the divorce, it is necessary to also steer clear of any type of compulsion in the home after breakup particularly the use of control systems like physical violence as well as psychological adjustment. The scenario of splitting up may additionally cause clinical depression in the little ones if the moms and dads do certainly not alleviate them just as. This is actually why it is crucial to come close to a negotiator in such cases. The conciliator will provide his guidance on exactly how to make the moms and dads agree to a solution on the basis of mutual appreciation and also dignity. This can easily assist each parties in settling the instance in a beneficial way so that they may move forward on the manner of reciprocal regard as well as modesty.

What's the Role of the Mediator in the Case of Divorce?

What is actually the function of mediator in the case of divorce? If your partner is informing you that the kid is actually coping with another moms and dad and this other parent is actually effectively paid, and also it is actually achievable to obtain the home after divorce? This could be a very psychological minute for you and also your ex-spouse. It is actually constantly well to consult a conciliator who is actually qualified and also a professional. If you do certainly not recognize just how to engage in getting an arbitrator or even if you desire to learn more regarding exactly how to perform this after that the adhering to will certainly provide you some great advise on how to manage this circumstance.

In a divorce there are 3 major aspects to take a look at, one is the little one is actually dealing with yet another moms and dad, the second element is actually the department of the residential or commercial property as well as the 3rd is the concept of energy circulation. If the child is coping with one more parent, the arbitrator will take a seat along with the parents to figure out a means to get the child back alongside its birth parents. The youngsters can stay in the same residence, or even they can easily leave and also live with their moms and dads. There is actually likewise the complication of residential or commercial property. Currently the arbitration may not allow the events to settle on specifically what property is certainly not theirs. They may agree upon a split of your house and various other properties.

The guideline of electrical power circulation is probably the best important trait to decide on when your companion is actually pointing out that they do not desire the youngster back. If they have the capacity to obtain custody of the little one, they are actually mosting likely to find yourself getting the exact same volume of money as well as costs as you did. If they carry out certainly not have that perk, after that you need to ensure that you acquire your decent share of the money. One thing that is actually mosting likely to come up with the department of energy is who acquires kid support payments. You and your ex-boyfriend will definitely have to arrange the amount of money you will certainly pay for to make sure that each of you are getting the very same amount. Once that has been actually set it is well to handle your ex-boyfriend so that they are actually not tempted to rip off on you. That is actually the duty of conciliator when it comes to separation.

What is actually the Task of Conciliator on Children in Breakup?

When we discuss arbitration on kids in divorce, we may never envision that a person has to learn the duty of moderator on youngsters in divorce. Throughout a breakup, little ones are actually a really essential part of every loved ones, as well as if little ones are eliminated from their moms and dads, it is going to be a primary reduction for the children as well as they will also be a fantastic reduction to the entire family members. The mediation between both sides is actually taken into consideration to become some of the very best achievable processes when it involves restoring the really good relationships in between the divorcing parties. There are many main reasons as to why you require to learn the job of arbitrator on children in divorce. These causes are generally all of connected to the health and wellness as well as well-being of the little ones, and also it is actually a necessary consideration in an instance when the youngsters are actually involved.

An additional factor is actually that when the 2 edges have reached out to a trade-off, and also when they continue to connect along with each other as well as achieve a mutual understanding, there will definitely be actually a terrific end result of the arbitration on youngsters in separation. Among the important things that are actually taken into consideration to become some of the necessary things to discover through negotiators on little ones in breakup is the part of teenage years. It is actually simply throughout adolescence that teens begin to end up being individual as well as begin to face different situations that may be actually unsafe to them. This is also the grow older where the kids discover how to handle the different disputes that are faced through them in an ordinary technique, as well as this is actually likewise the age where they start to develop a schoolchild in the course of separation. This are going to be actually an essential procedure if both the parents are actually economically tough good enough to assist the learning of their youngsters throughout breakup.

Yet another reason concerning why one requires to know the task of conciliator on children in separation is actually that throughout the procedure of arbitration, moms and dads must consistently keep in mind that they ought to be completely removed from their little ones. It is necessary that while the procedure of mediation is actually taking place, parents should certainly not create their little ones knowledgeable about the reasons for separation, or they might experience uneasy during the course of the arbitration. They should remember that throughout arbitration, they need to just be focusing on the process and the concerns included, and also they ought to avoid from the courtroom procedures as well as take care of the youngsters's' complications during the arbitration method.

What is actually the Job of Negotiator in Adult Strategy?

In any type of circumstance including breakup, which one will be actually the absolute most beneficial to the individual requiring the info? Which one will help the individual securing the guidance? https://scheidingscenter.nl/scheiding-online/ are going to go with the 1st question yet you might be right. And also an excellent question will definitely receive the person the response you are trying to find. You can not just inquire what's the task of conciliator in the adult program?

There is a really necessary cause that this holds true and also we will definitely examine it along with our part as a moderator so as to guarantee that all gatherings are going to know what each of us may do and what the various other person needs to accomplish to possess a well-balanced relationship. Think about it for a moment. Which one do you believe would certainly aid you much more? The answer is both of them collaborating in harmony. Think about it and also decide.

There is actually a very crucial variable to think about and that is that the procedure of resolving in any sort of scenario is actually a two-way process where you as a negotiator need to bring the 2 gatherings with each other in order that they understand the good understanding and each other's needs. If the two of you do not know what each other demands at that point no quantity of arbitration can help. We as conciliators understand what needs to be carried out and our team may assist all of them obtain that objective. What's the duty of the mediator in the parental plan? This is something that needs to have to be accurately know due to the fact that it will definitely direct you in the process of resolving and help you en route to results.

What's the Role of Mediator in Retirement Pension Account?

What's the duty of conciliator in a retired life pension plan? A moderator will be present at every action of your lifestyle in the course of your lifetime. He is actually the one that will be actually sitting at your edge to offer you the opinions and tips pertaining to exactly how to be satisfied as well as how to attain excellence in your service or social life. He is certainly not certainly there to determine you, yet he will be providing you assistance on exactly how to get ahead and also just how to handle all things that arise.

When you are ready to move up in your career or even the institution, your arbitrator will be actually sitting with you as well as are going to offer you a direct on the complications that could crop up or your move to a higher role within the institution or organisation. You are certainly not meant to ask your conciliator too many inquiries that might start the ball rolling. He will simply tell you to sit and think prior to you flirt up the ladder of your profession. He is going to see to it that you perform certainly not slip and also fall on your way to obtaining results. To steer clear of any sort of potential problems, it is always really good to team up with a trusted arbitrator that will certainly listen closely to you as well as help you through providing you impartial suggestions.

Thus what's the task of negotiator in a retirement pension plan? We have actually referred to the truth that he will definitely benefit your firm. But what else should you learn about your arbitrator?

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Wanted (Arthur/FemReader)

So this is the new one-shot I was working on for Arthur Morgan/Female Reader. Where the reader is a wanted bounty and Arthur is the bounty hunter. It was a random idea and it kind of got away from me and end up over 3k words! I hope anyone who reads it enjoys it because I’m still extremely nervous with reader inserts so I hope it’s okay as I spent soooo long writing this damn thing! Enjoy <3 Also thank you to the lovely @reddeadmort & lovely @shethenightwolf that both inspired me to start writing for Arthur Morgan you guys are awesome! I apologize in advance for any typing errors but I’m tired and wanted to get this posted. Hope its okay <3

If there was one thing Arthur Morgan both liked and disliked; it was bounty hunting. It was good honest work with a pretty decent pay out but sometimes the bounties themselves were a pain in the ass to catch and keep hold of. He’d gotten the tip off in Strawberry, a couple of Law men waiting on a train to Valentine to track down the new bounty and turn them into the Sheriff. Simple. Easy.

And Arthur was determined to get there first.

You weren’t exactly the most innocent of souls. In fact you weren’t innocent at all and that was exactly why you had such a bounty on your head. It wasn’t a large amount by any means but you were still eager to pay it off all the same. Taking into account, the fact that you had also returned the horse you’d stolen. You were hoping the sentence wouldn’t be as serious as you were expecting. You couldn’t help but laugh. Of all the things to be wanted for. Horse theft wasn’t really the most impressive of crimes. Still; you’d almost earned enough to wipe your slate clean. Planning to stay away from Valentine just long enough to collect the rest before returning into town to pay what was owed. You kicked away the embers of your dying campfire with the heel of your boot, then prepared your bow for another morning of hunting the forest for more pelts to sell. You’d already caught a glimpse of a fine looking deer that seemed promising. Maybe if you were quiet; you’d pick up her trail again. But as you moved to search the forest floor for clues; your quiet morning was crudely interrupted by the stomping of cantering hooves. A black Shire horse huffing to a steady halt as a tall stranger quickly dismounted. His heavy boots thudding upon the dry ground before he began striding purposely towards you. “Excuse me Miss...Are you Y/N L/N?” He asked gruffly; tipping his head back to look at you from under the brim of his hat as his large calloused hands rested upon his belt. You eyed him warily, taking in his appearance. Tall, rugged. Definitely handsome with a strong jaw dusted by a dark layer of stubble. Straightening your stance you took a deep breath in a feeble attempt to feign confidence against this man before you answered with an unshaken voice. “I might be.” You challenged. “Depending on who’s asking.” The man’s lips seemed to twitch as he looked to hold back either a laugh or an amused smirk. Damn maybe you weren’t as intimidating as you thought. It was clear just by looking at him that he wasn’t here for a nice chat and had obviously been sent by someone to take you in. You were honestly a little surprised the Sheriff would sink to the level of sending Bounty Hunters after you for stealing a horse. Perhaps this man could see reason, maybe you could explain things to him and he’d let you go? It was certainly worth a try. So striding up to stand face to face with him; you push for your courage to hold just long enough as you stare him directly in the eye. “Look Mister...I don’t know what the Sheriff told you but I haven’t done anything wrong.” You reason. “So maybe you could just pretend you never saw me right? I’ll keep outta your way, I promise.” The man stands unconvinced but he does smile. That you hadn’t been expecting. He sighs deeply; his blue eyes breaking contact with yours as he glances down at his feet before looking back at you in earnest. “Madam I’m paid to do a job and you see, if I don’t do that job; I don’t get paid. You understand? So why don’t we make this easier for the both of us and you come quietly huh?” You had considered it. You really had. You were so close to earning the rest of your bounty to pay for your freedom. But there was no way you could see the Sheriff or any other Law man taking the time to let you explain that, before throwing you into a jail cell to either rot or wait to be hanged. No, you still needed time. You needed to get away. Though it seemed the Bounty Hunter knew exactly what you were planning to do even before you did. Because no sooner had you turned to run, you found your legs bound and your body hitting the ground with a dull thud. A pained groan leaving your lips as you twisted against your binds. The man held back a laugh as he moved to turn you to face him. His overbearing silhouette blocking out the morning sun overhead. You winced when he leaned over you to tighten the ropes. “Sorry Miss but I did warn ya and you ain’t the first bounty to try running off on me.” He mumbled. And if you didn’t know any better, you could’ve sworn he was actually amused by all this. It was an easy guess that you weren’t the first bounty he’d brought in but were determined to be the first to talk your way out of it. “Please Mister; I have the money to pay my bounty! Well most of it, I was going to earn the rest today.” You pleaded. Slowly sitting up to better face him as you continued to pull at the ropes around your wrists and ankles. “If you want the payment I can give it to you. It’s yours! Just please let me go!” He seemed conflicted. Running a hand over his stubbled chin and cracking a smile. You looked as confusion flashed in your eyes, watching this Bounty Hunter openly laughing at you with his hands on his hips. “You seriously expect me to believe that you’re carrying nearly a thousand dollars in that satchel o’ yours lady?” He laughed. At this you were taken aback. A thousand dollars?! That wasn’t right. Your bounty was forty. Since when had horse theft carried a thousand dollar bounty?! There must have been so sort of mistake; perhaps this Bounty Hunter had stumbled upon the wrong bounty and thought you were someone else. But that couldn’t be right when he’d asked for you by name. You sat quietly. Defeated as you gave up pulling at your binds. Which didn’t go unnoticed by the man watching you. Faltering for just a moment as he pulled a large piece of paper from the satchel he was wearing and holding it lowly for you to see. You couldn’t stop the shocked gasp that escaped you; for there you were. Face to face with yourself. WANTED. DEAD OR ALIVE. Y/N L/N. REWARD $1000 Slowly reaching out, your every move tentative as you took hold of the poster. Your blood running cold at the sight of you. Along with the list of crimes were apparently wanted for. “Guessing you ain’t ever seen nothing like this before? Am I right Miss?” The man asked softly. He almost seemed sincere. “Y/N. Call me Y/N.”

“I’m Arthur. Arthur Morgan.” He returned.

Arthur had never had this happen before. A bounty that didn’t know they were wanted. And what’s more you didn’t seem to know anything about the crimes you had supposedly committed. He caught the surprise on your face as he went to sit down beside you. His forearms rested on his bent knees; blue inquisitive eyes glancing down at you.

“Well Y/N, don’t think I’ve ever come across a bounty that didn’t know they were wanted before.” He said. “Most of em’ either run or try ‘ta kill me. Some are even proud of what they done. You really got no idea about any of this?” He watched you; your watering eyes darting across the page at the bold writing. Silently shaking your head at his question. “I stole the horse...” you croaked. The tears in your eyes more from frustration than sadness. “But I gave it back.” “And this one.” You pointed to the crimes listed, Arthur’s gaze falling from your face to the poster held between you. Reading them quietly to himself. PUBLIC DRUNKENNESS & ASSAULT. “That quiet drink I had in Rhodes, turned not so quiet when that Ranch hand wouldn’t take no for an answer. So I broke the bastard’s arm.” You said matter-of-factly as if it were the most nonchalant thing in the world. But Arthur didn’t reply, instead he let you continue on. Your attention drawn back to the paper in hand. Fingers softly running along the printed letters. “This one; now this one ain’t my fault.” The Outlaw leaned close; closer than he realized when he could feel your hair wisping against his cheek. It was soft and he could smell a hint of lavender. He stopped himself; instantly coming back to his senses as he read on. FRAUD/HANDLING OF COUNTERFEIT GOODS “Those bank notes were counterfeit and I knew that but I stole them from a con man in Saint Denis so he’d stop scamming people.” As you explained that you’d planned to destroy the fake notes but had been caught with them before you had the chance; Arthur had to wonder if perhaps it’d been Trelawny you’d stolen from. However given his current situation he thought it best not to ask any more about the con man in question. He had to smile though, you were definitely unlike any woman he’d met before. And certainly unlike any bounty he’d tracked down in the past. But the amusement was short-lived at the sound of your disgusted scoff as you scrunched the poster into your clenched fists. Your hands shaking in the apparent anger that came aflame in your wide eyes. Your nostrils flared as you spat bitterly at the offending words you’d read. “Murder?! I killed those O’Driscoll’s because they were robbing a stage coach full of women and children! Was I supposed to just do nothing?!”You roared furiously, the skin of your fingers turning red as you ripped up the poster into shredded pieces. “Colm O’Driscoll is a goddamn monster! I know exactly what he and his men are capable of! And I’d kill every last one of those bastards if I could!” Arthur was taken aback by your outburst; the anger that exploded from you at the simple mention of Colm O’Driscoll. It reminded him of Sadie. That raw fury for the gang that had clearly hurt you in some way. Maybe killed a loved one? Or tried to harm you. Or god forbid had hurt you and you’d somehow managed to escape them. The man knew himself what they were capable of. After suffering at the hands of Colm and his men. So in that moment he made a decision. Some may have called him a fool for it. To waste such wealthy pay out but that didn’t matter to him. Unsheathing his hunting knife and reaching across with his other hand to take your wrists and cutting away the rope that bound them. “Wait-what are you doing?” You asked timidly. “You’re a good woman Miss Y/N.” He replied, slicing the ties around your ankles before taking a firm grip of your hand and pulling you to your feet. “And any enemy of Colm O’Driscoll is a friend of mine. I know what that son of a bitch is capable of too and I ain’t gonna be the one to stop you helpin’ decent folk that need it. So go on Miss, get outta here while ya can. I’ll send away any other Bounty Hunters I see.” Arthur could see you were both confused and cautious at his unexpected actions. But in all honesty he found himself quite intrigued by such a woman as you. For one that at first seemed so sweet and timid to only then learn your striking readiness to kill in order to save an innocent soul. The Outlaw was trying to live an honorable life; always choosing to do the right thing. Or help a stranger in need; no matter what was requested of him. He’d gladly do it with an open heart. But sometimes the choices were not always clear to him. And people like you, Charles and Sadie; were the ones he truly admired. The people could do good or the right thing without even taking the time to think about it. It was a natural instinct he wished he could have himself. You stood frozen for a moment; rubbing soothing fingertips around your irritated wrists and watched him carefully. But he was sincere and genuine in his offer to let you go. A chance you clearly weren’t willing to let pass by as you turned on your heel to dart back down your intended trail into the forest. Though to his surprise you stopped. Those piercing eyes turning back to take one last glance at him as you smiled warmly. “Thank you, you’re a good man Arthur Morgan.” His lips twitched a second time at your words as he fought away a knowing smile and the readied words he always uttered on the tip of his tongue. “Aw you don’t know me Miss; go on get! Before I change my mind.” He chuckled. You nodded and he fixed those blue orbs your way until he couldn’t see you anymore. Shaking his head at the events this strange morning had brought him before finally deciding to call it a day. Mounting his horse; giving the gelding a loving pat on his neck then led him back into town.

As the weeks passed, Arthur found he couldn’t get you out of his head. His mind replaying that morning over and over. Rereading everything he’d written down in his journal as he remembered it. Those same striking features and piercing eyes staring back at him from the page. The sketch was one he was secretly proud of. In his opinion it did you more justice than that damn wanted poster ever did. And every town he rode into since, he’d always taken the extra time to tear down anymore he saw. Settling into the seat of his saddle as his gelding plodded into Valentine, now calmed from the hard ride over from Van Horn. Arthur looked for a good place to hitch the black Shire; allowing the beast the well-earned rest he deserved. He was making his way down the main street when he caught sight of the Sheriff sat outside his office; cigar in one hand, coffee cup in the other. Waving his arms about dramatically to his deputy who sat beside him. “Strangest damn thing I’ve ever seen my whole life.” He bellowed. His Deputy hanging on his every word. “I send four Bounty Hunters after this woman and not even half an hour after the last one leaves, she walks in like she owns the place, pays off her own bounty in full then leaves without saying a word!”  Both Law men throw their heads back in laughter as Arthur trots on by them. A knowing smirk on his face as he takes a guess at exactly who they were talking about. He reaches the Saloon, hitching his Shire beside a beautiful bay mare; a Tennessee Walker he thinks at a glance, before turning heel and heading up the steps. He’s greeted with the usual ambience of the Saloon before the rowdy patrons show up to disturb the peace with their nightly games of poker and heavy drinking. He debates whether to sit by the table for a meal or by the bar alone for a quiet drink but his decision his made for him when he spot a very familiar face sat alone by the window. His scuffing boots against the wooden floor grabbing your attention as you turn in your chair.

“Arthur Morgan!” You announce to the room as he pulls up a chair beside you. “Didn’t think I’d ever see you again!”

“I could say the same to you Miss Y/N L/N.” He greets warmly. “How have you uh…”

“Been? I’ve been good I suppose.”

“Really? You sure about that?” He challenges, that same amused smirk on his face. “You haven’t run into any O’Driscolls recently?”

He watches your face scrunch up in feigned thought, your lips widening into a grin that he can’t help but find endearing.

“I don’t think I know what you’re talking about Mister Morgan.”

Arthur glanced over his shoulder to check the crowd before leaning in close, his arms rested on the table between you. His gruff voice dropping to a rumbled whisper.

“Really? Because I’ve seen that horse you got hitched outside Y/N and I ain’t blind. Don’t think I ain’t noticed the green bandana tied to her reins. We both know she ain’t yours.” He accused but you didn’t falter. Seeming to appear a lot more confident than the last time you met. Leaning back in your chair cockily, with a bright smile shining back at the Outlaw.

“She is mine…Now. Figured you can’t rightly steal something from someone if they’re dead.” You smirked. “And that O’Driscoll was very very dead when I stole his horse.”

At this Arthur laughed loudly. You had a point he supposed. And if he was honest he was rather glad to hear you hadn’t changed all that much. In fact he even found himself imagining how you’d fit into the gang, even if only for a moment. You and he were strangely similar and he found a deep respect for you and the things you had done. Especially your impressive skills when it came to killing O’Driscolls; he could imagine the delight Dutch and Sadie would find in someone that hated Colm as much as they did.

The sudden screech of your chair legs broke his train of thought as he looked to see you fumbling through your satchel before turning back to face him.

“I gotta admit I was hoping I’d see you again. I wanted to give you this.” You said sliding a clip of bank notes across the table towards him. Arthur’s eyes widening as he took the pile and counted the amount. “And don’t worry this ain’t counterfeit, I promise.”

“Y/N there’s over five hundred dollars here! I can’t take this.”

He moved to hand it back but you refused. His heart betraying him as it skipped it beat the moment you placed your hand on top of his.

“I owe you. It’s half the reward for my bounty. You didn’t have to let me go.” You explained quietly, fearing someone might overhear. “I still don’t get why you did but I’m grateful. After I left, I got some work and earned the rest to wipe the slate clean. But you gave up a lot of money Arthur. And I pissed off a lot of Bounty Hunters when I paid my own bounty. This is my way of saying thank you. There ain’t a lot a decent folk around here but you’re one of em’.”

Arthur had to think for a second, his callous hand slipping from your grasp and rising to rub at the base of his neck.

“Aww Y/N you don’t know me.” He said shyly. The same words he’d uttered so often to every stranger that had assumed his good intentions. They didn’t know him either. Instead only seeing just a fraction of the man he truly was.

“But I’d like too.” It surprised him when you leaned forward to gently press your hand against his forearm. Your eyes shining like your smile and he found himself smiling back in return. Incredibly astounded by how brazen you were being but even more shocked in himself to find he was flattered by it.

“Well then Miss L/N…How about we stay here a little longer and I buy us dinner?”

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(Mis)Fortune

so i had started this a year ago and pretty thoroughly lost my groove for it by the end. take that as you will yeehaw 

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It seemed to have been one of those exceedingly rare days in her life, where what she thought was impossible wandered up before her and the best thing to do would be to stand back and enjoy it. And that was exactly what Ciphers was planning to do. 

What were the chances that all seven of her familiars would be gathered in the same place at the same time? It was only Bonehead that lived in-Clan permanently; the others were flung far across Sornieth, free to drift and migrate and return home whenever they pleased. But here they all were, gathered together out in front of the Lair as the dragoness lounged in the warm sunlight. 

Sure, the Winter Wolf and Trick of the Light were at the Lair more often than not, but it never stopped Bonehead from acting as though it hadn’t seen them in months when the two arrived back after a trek. The trio had been together so long they were nigh inseparable. So when the wolf and fox did go, their return meant a lot of play needed to be caught up.

Speaking of, she grinned down at her three longest held familiars as they wrestled. While the Winter Wolf had size on her side, it seemed that the exuberant Nochnyr and Trick of the Light had teamed up to pin the canine down, her back legs thrashing in the air. The three yipped and barked and kicked volleys of sand into the air.

The other four were not nearly as active. The Wetland Unicorn and Maned Cerdae snuffed through the foliage of the oasis garden, seeking out the choicest leaves to graze on. And the Tigerblood Foo and Pronghorn Hunter stood sentinel, eerily watching over the horizon for any danger that might encroach upon their companions. 

Though, it seemed, the beasts’ wariness did have a warrant. 

The Foo sprang to his paws, a growl rumbling deep in his throat, as a large Ridgeback unceremoniously sauntered out of the lush growth. Long, lazy strides across the sand quickly drew the dragon closer to the group and the Foo’s growl rose to a snarl. The new arrival cast one raised brow at the cat as she approached but otherwise seemed unbothered by the beast’s warning. 

Ciphers frowned as she rose to her feet. The orders stated she had to greet the dragoness as well as find out what business she might have with the Clan. She squinted, trying to get a better look at the visitor. Hmm. The Ridgeback was unfamiliar. Green, brown, and blue…? No, can’t remember seeing anyone with those colors or genes. Wait-- wh-what is that? She leaned forward and gagged. Oh Stormcatcher, why does she have so many eyes?

Lips pursed to try to keep herself from retching, Ciphers watched as the Ridgeback strode forward and stopped just a few meters away. Only then did she notice the burlap sack perched between the other dragoness’ wings. 

“Well,” the Ridgeback spoke first. “You’re, ah, Ciphers?”

The Imperial blinked. “Y-yes?”

“Gotta say, miss, that was definitely one of my hardest jobs. That lil dog put up a real fight, but I got ‘em.”

“Him?” Ciphers yelped, one paw grappling for the Pronghorn Hunter, who was creeping towards the other dragoness. The beast dropped to all fours and stepped back, snorting.

“Don’t cha remember your order?”

“No?!”

“Yeah… Couple ’a months ago you asked me to fetch some fella who wronged you, I guess,” the Ridgeback began to explain as Ciphers’ head dropped into her claws, silently bemoaning ‘Rime Fever.’ “Anyways, big clan, lotta dragons. Pretty tough to get in there without gettin’ seen. Not to mention how slippery he was to try an’ catch. I’d say he’s had alotta experience with runnin’ away.”

The bounty hunter barked a laugh as she tipped to one side, wing outstretched, to roll the sack to the ground. And just as it hit the soft sand, the contents inside began to thrash wildly. The Ridgeback dipped her head at the writhing mass, “Ah, don’t worry much. He’s pretty well bound.

“But if that’s all, I best be off. And if your wonderin’,” she turned to the side and winked one bulbous green eye on her flank. “Ya don’t often have someone to watch your back in this business, so ya gotta do it yourself.”

Chortling again, the Ridgeback leaped into the air and beat a hasty retreat.

Ciphers was left dumbstruck, staring silently at the still twitching burlap sack. Her train of thought, however, was in a completely different world. 

That… That was months ago! It had been just after the Gala when she made that impulsive decision, still under the hazy, heady effect of the Fever. And now it was nearing the Jubilee. Four months, Ciphers thought to herself. It took only four months for me to forget that I paid for someone to be kidnapped.

She sunk down slowly and dropped to her side, the heat of the sand and dust barely registering in the back of mind. Guilt clawed its way into her belly. How could she have been so consumed by what? Petty anger? 

And someone just ripped away from who knows? A new home? Fledgling friendships? 

To be fair, she was pretty sure that the clan he was in prior had also kidnapped him. And that didn’t exactly bode well for chances of good relations. And, wow, that must be some pretty bad luck on his part to get kidnapped twice in a row--

No. Ciphers was getting off track from the fact of this ordeal. There was a dragon. That she had had kidnapped. Writhing around in a bag in front of her. 

She frowned, her cheek rubbing uncomfortably against the sand below her. Getting him out of the bag would probably be the best thing to do right now, right? So, trepidatiously, she picked herself back onto her paws and approached the sack.

For the moment, the burlap was still beyond the quick up and down of the dragon within’s breathing. Silent, too. Ciphers couldn’t tell whether he was just tired out, or biding his time until he could fight or flee.

 She paused as she wondered over how she should proceed. Slowly and carefully? Or quickly, like ripping off an old bandage. Perhaps the latter would be better. At least in that way she could leap back before he was even aware and avoid the chance of a slash to the face. Decided, she crept closer to the sack and hooked one sharpened claw into the rough fabric. 

It tore much easier than she thought it would, the dry burlap giving out at the slight touch. The dragon inside twitched at the motion and before Ciphers could think, she flinched, jumping back and ripping the bag open with a harsh sound. 

Heart beating in her throat, she watched as the ruined sack fall open to reveal the dragon inside. Indeed it was the skeevy purple and grey Mirror from the Gala (Fortune, a voice whispered in the back of her mind). He was bound and gagged with vines that browned and broke away at the first touch of the hot sunlight. And at the new found freedom he twisted and shook his head.

The Mirror stumbled onto shaky legs and blinked once, twice. He scowled as he took in his new environment, the sun shining bright in his eyes. Then he whipped his head towards the Imperial with a dour look smeared across his face.

“What the hell?” he croaked. 

“Well, uh…” Ciphers grappled for words, claws digging into the ground beneath her. “I-- I--”

“Wait! No,” Fortune cut her off. “I saw you slinking in the crowds at my Gala event. Were you trying to profile me?!”

She balked at the accusation. “What? No!”

“Then why did you get me kidnapped?!”

“Brx vdqfwlrqhg fdw mxjjolqj,” Ciphers muttered under her breath. If she remembered anything clearly from that week, it was that spectacle. But questionable feline treatments alone wouldn’t make a worthwhile reasoning for that and trying to explain Rime Fever and its effects would be a monumental task in itself. “That’s kinda hard to answer right now, but if you’d let me…”

“So ya think I’m just stand here and listen to someone who went and kidnapped me? That’s funny,” Fortune turned as though to make his leave, but it seemed the Tigerblood Foo had anticipated it. The familiar stood in the dragon’s way, a silent snarl on his snout. 

Ciphers was frozen where she stood. A lot had happened in just the past few minutes and she didn’t have a single clue of what she should be doing. Could she just let Fortune leave? Should she let him leave? The Expanse could be dangerous for someone ill prepared and it would only weigh more on her conscience if he ended up getting hurt-- or worse (Well, that, and she still did kind of want him to atone for his crimes). She wracked her brains for anything that could get him to stop, even for just a few minutes.

“Oh, wait!” She yelped and scrambled to stand between her Foo familiar and Fortune, breaking their staredown. “Do you still have those circus dragons after you?”

He looked away. Hitting the number one target on what was likely a long list of enemies must have been a sore spot. “That cheating, thieving Fae son of a…” He shifted his wings. “Probably. Why do you care?”

“We could help, maybe?”

Fortune looked speculative, but didn’t say anything. 

“I mean… The Clan would probably keep you safe if you let us. You can say you just wanted some help and a refuge, and I don’t get in trouble for, uh, kidnapping. Okay?”

“Not having to worry about getting thrown in a dungeon would be great, but a fifteen thousand gem debt isn’t something that gonna be easily forgotten. And love and support won’t pass for payment either.”

“We can pay that. More if they demanded so.”

Fortune raised a scaled brow, intrigued at the blatant mention of a heavy hoard. “That’s real nice and all, but I’m still not really keen on hanging around the lair of a dragon who nabbed me.”

“Listen,” Ciphers bowed her head. “I feel… pretty bad about all that. And while it doesn’t make it any better, it doesn’t seem like it’s a great idea for either of us if you go out there right now. So if you just work with me here, I’ll try to explain and figure everything out. And you’ll be treated just like anyone else here. I-- I swear. To the Stormcatcher or whatever else you’d want” (And as though the deity heard, despite the clear skies, low thunder rumbled overheard).

A silent moment passed between the two dragons before Fortune coughed. “Fine.” He shrugged, “Guess the chance to not have to worry about things for once is just too good to pass up on.”

Ciphers blinked in surprise. “Oh, uh, well.” She paused again, ruffling her wings. “I guess we’ll just go in now and I’ll tell everyone.”

She dismissed her familiars that still prowled with a flick of her tail as she shuffled her way to the Lair entrance. It all itched at her; it seemed almost too easy to convince the dragon to go along with her half baked plan. But if he had nothing to lose… Nope. Nothing to dwell over, it was done. And assuming there would be no backstabbing or doublecrossing, there wouldn't be anything to worry about in the future either.

Kin in conspiracy. 

Yes, that would be her and Fortune. Bound forevermore by lies only the two of them would know (And with the deities' graces, Khione, Jaynum and Persephus would fall for the tale and never suspect anything too).

Ciphers keened silently. This would be a test of will and patience if there ever was one. Not to mention having to keep a straight story for whoever knows how long. But such were the prices of Rime Fever, and now it was time to pay her debts.

It was only when she reached the mouth of the Lair did she look back over her shoulder. Fortune was padding after her. Perhaps with a bit of a limp, but otherwise without a seeming care in the world. So I really do have to do this.

With a final deep breath, she steeled herself for what was about to come. It would be a strange time, but it was the mess she drew herself into and she needed to see it out. Who knows, it might end up better for everyone in the end. So with what would most likely be the newest member of the Clan at her heel, Ciphers stepped in.

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“So let me get this straight. This was all caused by some weird… something-fever that just so happens during Ice Season that makes everyone act crazy for a few weeks.”

“That pretty well sums it up, I guess.”

“And if I stay here long enough, it’s gonna happen to me too?”

“Probably not like that. That was up there but not the, uh, worst thing to happen so far.”

“Well,” Fortune settled back on his haunches. He’d been tended, and dressed, and fed and watered to his heart’s content. “All in all, it’s not the worst thing I’ve had to deal with so far.”

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You Had One Job

The bass droned on.

The music pulsed like liquid fire in his veins. The rhythmic thumping filled every fiber of his being. Dulcet tones from a feminine singing voice pierced the fog in his mind. But the drug-induced haze filtered out all but the sound of that voice, rendering the words incomprehensible.

He lied there on the velvet-covered couch, sinking down into infinity while the arrays of bright lights strobed and danced around him, turning the silhouettes of party-goers around him into crazed shadows swaying and bobbing and weaving in and out of sync with the DJ’s performance.

The thick upholstery threatened to swallow him, a blood-red sea of comfort. He fidgeted and shifted and swiveled in his seat, preventing panic from overwhelming his senses and attempting to stop any fear from accelerating the fading of his drug-fueled buzz.

The woman in the glittering black and silver dress sitting next to him said something. Or shouted it. Her lips looked like shouting, but he still only heard the bass, and other distant sounds. Things that might as well have been thunderclaps or bombs exploding, but were muffled through the haze.

“What?”

“You’re looking a bit pale,” she shouted to him. He assumed she was shouting, but he could hear her somewhat clearly.

Moments blurred together, and he found himself sinking into a wider couch, upholstered with sturdy black leather or latex or some other shiny black textile he could not identify, nor did he care to. Before that, her clammy hand had dragged him across the dance floor and up a wide flight of stairs and before that, someone punched him in the face after he had splashed his drink into someone else’s eyes.

His jaw hurt now, and he was confused as to how it all had happened. But the haze was clearing, allowing him to scowl in frustration as everybody around him refused to get him a drink, and he felt too woozy to set out on the epic quest of obtaining one himself.

Thick glass windows put the club’s lower level on perfect display, but their thickness reduced the volume of the loud and noisy music to such a low level that he could now understand any conversation. Not that anybody spoke up here, though.

The attractive lady in the black-silver dress smiled at him from where she sat now, on the other sofa across from him.

He registered with delay that she had sent everybody outside and two bodyguards now flanked the entrance to this VIP lounge, with their massive backs turned to the door behind them and keeping everybody else out. Her smile was wide and enticing. She had long straight blonde hair, draping down one side of her face, lending her a strange mystique and a distinct air of elegance. Everything about her appealed to him, now that he got a good look at her.

He was alone with her in here. Nobody would disturb them.

Then the excitement and arousal that first took hold of him made way for fear and paranoia. Her smile stretched from ear to ear and looked knowing.

He was alone with her in here. Nobody would be able to disturb them.

His nostrils flared and his breathing turned fast and shallow. His eyes burned with a dryness caused by not blinking. The high he had been riding from the cocktail of drugs and booze was shifting—transforming—turning into a horror trip with each passing second.

Her words trickled out like cold water running down a sheet of sleek metal when she asked, “You just couldn’t follow rules—simple rules—could you, stupid?”

He did not know this woman, but she seemed to know him.

Only now did he realize that his fingers curled into the couch cushions with such force that the leather audibly cracked under the pressure he exerted on it. With such force as if he was about to be thrown out of a car riding at breakneck speed, clinging on for his life.

The world spun around him and the music’s bass thumped on, causing the bulletproof glass windows to vibrate to the rhythm.

“You had one job,” she said. Her smile drooped and transformed into a scowl. She did not blink either, but her stare cut like a thousand knives, slicing him to pieces as her gaze swept up and down his visage until locking onto his eyes with deadly contempt.

She leaned forwards and he yelped when her clammy fingertips touched upon his forehead. Using only her index finger and middle finger, she wiped across, following the crease of his wrinkled brow.

“One. Job,” she sneered at him. “You just had to stay clean. How hard can it be?”

Leaning back and examining his sweat that she had trapped between her fingertips, smearing it in between them and her thumb, she licked her lips. There was nothing lascivious about it. It was all predatory.

He began to wonder if she was even human.

The deal had been simple—he had to go clean for a month, and they would give him payments every two weeks. A handsome amount, in fact. In turn, all he had to do was donate blood at the end of the month.

Problem was, his drug addiction caught back up with him. No matter how generous the pay was shaping up to be, long-term, he thought he could get away with popping some pills, smoking some shit, and getting hammered. With the donation day still one week away, he could have just gone clean for that week. How would they notice? It was not like these people were government. They were corporate or underworld.

He did not really care which. Until now.

Her hand shot towards his face and grabbed him by his cheeks. Trapped between her thumb and fingers, she squeezed so hard that his mouth was forced open. He groaned and tried to writhe his way out of her vice, but decided against fighting back. She probably only needed to snap her fingers, and then those two gorilla-sized bouncers would come in and snap him in two. She clamped down harder and then jerked his head around.

His vision went pitch-black for the first split second, then exploded into a sea of stars in the next, and he reeled as he got acquainted with the cold hard floor after she had tossed him face-first into it. His forehead hurt like hell. Save for the glossy shiny surface of a high-heeled black stiletto in front of him, her shoe almost blended in with the rough tar-colored surface of the floor, both only an inch away from his face.

“Anybody ever tell you what happens to bad little bitches like you who don’t do their job right?”

He did not need to see her face to sense the sinister smile crawling upon her lips.

“I’m sorry,” was the only thing that escaped his mouth, coming out all crooked and hoarse.

One of the other guys, in fact, had told him.

Billy said that they had done a deal with the devil, and that hell hounds will hunt you down and rip you apart. It happened to someone else before. And whatever they were getting paid was not nearly enough for this, Billy had said, time and time again. He had thought that Billy was going crazy over the withdrawal from his alcohol addiction. Dismissed those words as ramblings of a madman.

And then, just like that, Billy had vanished.

How had they found him? Who was this woman?

He dared to peek up at her. Instead of a sinister smile, she glared at him with fiery wrath written across her face.

“You’re sorry? You’re sorry, you say.”

He winced as another flurry of stars exploded before his inner eye, set off by her stomping down on his head and causing his skull to make another unpleasant contact with the ground.

“You will be sorry, you little shit. You don’t even know how sorry you will be.”

The weight disappeared from his temple and he slowly rolled onto his side, just in time to see her walking away from him, leaving towards the exit of the VIP lounge.

Was he free to go?

To his surprise, it seemed so. Somewhat. The liberty of leaving was questionable—the two bouncers watching the entrance to the VIP lounge dragged him out, holding him up by his arms in an unpleasant grapple. He dared not resist. These two men were mountains of muscle, dwarfing him in both shape and height.

The loud music caused his head to throb and he felt a massive headache coming on. The buzz had worn off way too quickly, he thought to himself.

Party-goers made way and stepped aside so the bouncers could drag him through the locale, escorting him forcefully to some desolate hallway behind the main hall, past a couple making out in blissful ignorance, and towards a set of double doors illuminated by the deep green glow of a fire exit sign.

The loud noise of the doors swinging open and hitting the brick wall outside make him cringe, and onward the two huge men dragged him. They tossed him against a dumpster in the back alley and he crumpled onto the wet asphalt. The smell of ozone hit his nostrils and centered him, killing his buzz off even quicker and rooting him even deeper back into reality.

He closed his eyes, ready for what he expected to follow next. He had given up.

But instead of breaking his kneecaps, or knocking out some teeth, or anything else, he opened his eyes to see that the emergency exit doors had closed behind the bouncers, and he stood alone in the alleyway. He looked up and down its entire length and saw only some people from the party hanging out in a few small groups, shooting him dirty looks.

He scrambled onto his feet and wobbled while he attempted to stand up straight, bracing himself against the dumpster. Then he hobbled towards the nearest assembly of people and asked one of them if he could have a hit from the joint they were sharing.

“Fuck off,” said one of the guys in the group. The other people broke out into laughter, but it was at him. He could tell that he was uninvited to their party, too.

He walked away, not keen on suffering any more humiliation. After a few steps, he swallowed and pulled his jacket shut, wiping the grit and dirt on his hands off on his pants. He decided to call it a night and walk away.

His heart began to race again once reality set in.

This was not okay. Why were they letting him just walk away?

Corporate would have collected somehow, and underworld would have roughed him up way worse, he figured. But here he was, walking away with a headache and probably some black and blue spots and not much worse for the wear. And he had gotten high as a kite tonight, and still had some money for more dope, stashed away in his lousy apartment.

Optimism over the situation never set in, though. He kept looking over his shoulder as he wandered the city streets that night, soon remembering where he was and where he needed to go to get home.

On the next empty street, a dark blue van passed by him, and everything inside of him screamed, every instinct told him to run. He instinctively knew that something was wrong about this vehicle.

Its red tail lights flared up as someone pushed the brakes and it came to a smooth stop.

He wanted to run, but he also felt silly. It could have been a coincidence and he would look like an idiot if he fled now, or it could be undercover cops and he would look suspicious if he ran off like a headless chicken. His own thoughts paralyzed him, and his dread tossed more fuel into the flames of smoldering inaction.

The side door of the van rolled open, and something peered out from the darkness.

Something that growled.

Something unbelievably evil.

A man jumped out, landing on all fours. At first, he thought that this man was wearing furs, but it looked more like this man was covered in fur. Like a dog. Or a wolf. The wolf-man snarled at him, glaring at him through glowing yellow eyes. A mouth opened and the teeth looked human, except there were way too many of them.

A heavy metal chain clanked as it hit the sidewalk next to the wolf-man, dangling from a collar around his neck. The chain’s links scraped and screeched when he suddenly lurched forward. Then the wolf-man lept at him.

Before he could scream, the wolf-man had ripped out most of his neck with sharp claws the size of razor blades. Then the teeth snapped and gnashed and chewed through flesh and muscle, ripping and tearing.

The pain he felt arrived with delay, numbed by the dimishing after-effects of the drugs in his system.

The wolf-man cackled as he dragged his dying victim into the van. It did not sound human. Not one bit.

The side-door closed behind him.

This man was never seen again.

“He had one job,” said the lady in silver and black. She smoked a long slender cigarette and observed from the alleyway.

Tires screeched when the van drove off again. She flicked some ashes from her cigarette and took another drag from it.

Now she had to find another loser to take over that job.

—Submitted by Wratts

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