#like I wasn’t there when he broke the news. like I was just booboo the fool

[queenofthepirates83]

POOKIE! Can you pretty pretty please make me one with pyramid head from silent Hill? (😔🤞🏻) LOVE: Your best friend jazzy🤭

I got you booboo bear 💪😣

Pyramid head x reader

Tag: Drabble, one-shot, smut

TW: you die in the end, female anatomy implied, slight BDSM(if being held together by hands count), breeding, belly bulge, ALL CONSENSUAL, I made him bigger than he actually is 🤷‍♀️, tell me if I missed anything <3

Words: 680

A/N: it’s not too detailed, I just mainly gave the gist. Please don’t judge 😣🙏 this is my first smut fic

You wandered into Silent Hill after your car had broken down. You weren’t sure why, everything seemed fine, it just broke down.

Anyway, you began walking through the quiet town, glancing around, trying to find somebody. And nothing.

The town was empty, to your eyes at least.

You couldn’t help but have this nagging feeling that something was watching you. You felt a pair of eyes on you. Or what you assumed was eyes.

You turned to find what you could only describe as a…..pyramid…? A pyramid head. He had a pyramid…as a head…

You began screaming, of course, like any natural human would.

You never would have thought that wandering into this town would’ve gotten you bent in half by the much larger hands of a man with a pyramid head. Throughout the interaction you referred to him as Pyramid Head. At least you would’ve if your mind wasn’t so clouded by the fact a dick; much much much larger than any others you have ever had inside to you, was completely splitting you in half.

As you wandered through the town, you looked around, searching for any sort of life. Literally anything. Yet…nothing. Typical.

You debated heading back to your car, calling somebody or simply walking back to where you came from.

You would’ve if it was that easy. Now you know it was the safe option to go back to your car, you’ve seen plenty of horror movies…but like every character, you’re simply curious. And there’s no cell service and it’s more than 10 miles to get back to the town you came from.

When you turned around to be face to face with Pyramid Head, you could only ever scream. At the top of your lungs. Of course he shut you up, pushing your jaw close with his finger.

One thing, of course, led to another, now your hands on are on some wall as you’re bent over, only being held up by Pyramid Head’s hand, which was flat on your stomach, the bulge of his cock moving in and out of your pussy, making wet squelches as it did; his dick making a belly bulge, which he could feel.

His other hand was under your jaw, holding it up so you didn’t smack your head against the wall.

You would’ve looked to see the infamous wall I keep mentioning but alas, his dick was going in and out at such a rapid pace that you couldn’t, your eyes rolling so far back into your head you thought they would just roll out soon enough.

You felt another orgasm approaching, stacking onto the multiple others you just had. Once you felt the knot in your stomach tighten more and then suddenly snap, you inhaled a gasp then let out a deep breath as Pyramid Head readjusted you.

He lifted you off the ground just enough to be able to flip you over. He slid back in, quite easily due to all the cum and slick.

His hands held you up, off the ground, his hands easily covering a majority of your waist.

Your head dropped down, your mouth open as you let out screams and moans; your head bobbed back and forth as he thrusted into you along with your legs. You had bent them up, your knees held up by the upper part of his underarm.

He had came a few times, his cum leaking out more and more with every thrust.

Anyway…you continued to scream, getting stretched out by the second. With every new position he put you in, he only reached in further, hitting your g-spot over…and over…and over.

Soon enough you both approached your last orgasm, the knot inside of you tightening and of course snapping. You felt yourself getting even more fuller, like you had other times before when he came.

He pulled out, his cock becoming more softer. He set you on the ground, being careful not to startle you or anything.

He grabbed his big ‘ol sword and plunged it into you, killing you almost immediately.

The end 😧��

[goat-shoe]

Capout Drabble ( /ω＼)

Doug was not exactly known for being the adventurous one. He never had been, and it wasn’t something he was particularly depressed over. He stayed in his lane, he played by the book, and above all else he got his job done. There was nothing else to do, really. 

That was, of course, until he was given his abilities. 

That was before he met them. 

Doug had never been the adventurous one, which was to say that he had no clue what he was doing here. You see, nearly an hour ago, Capricorn had messaged his communicator. While it wasn’t uncommon for them to summon him in the middle of the night for no clear reason, Doug actually agreeing to it would be a first. 

Maybe it was because it was a slow patrol day, and no one had needed his help. Maybe it was because he detransformed in an empty home, had cooked a lonely dinner for one. Maybe it was the empty halls, the empty rooms, reminding him of his family whom he lost to violent tragedy. The very thing that motivates him to protect the people of New York City… 

Whatever it was, whatever stars had aligned, at least they led him here. See, Capricorn was no stranger to abusing the communicators. He had come to expect it, really. So much so that ignoring the familiar ping of his dog collar a half after midnight was all but second nature. But… then, why didn't he?

Of course it was Capricorn. Of course they bypassed the security protocol to directly alert his miraculous in civilian mode. Of course it was with some vague demand to meet them at some specific location at some specific time with no specific details of why.

So, then, why did he go?

That question had an answer Doug was long from accepting, but the grin that formed on his lips at the sight of them zipping from building to building said it all.

There was something about the angle of the free locks cascading down their back. It stole his attention momentarily when they bounced onto the ground, as graceful a landing as is common for them. Their clumsy attempt at a mid-air wave left them vulnerable to a crash landing, causing an elegant blue mass to come crashing down. Then, Dugout did something that seemed to shock Capricorn as much as it shocked him – He laughed. It jolted out of him so unexpectedly that he laughed again, making way for Capricorn to join in. 

They beamed at him, and the uninvited heat in his face was enough to force his eyes away. “You came! You never come!”

They combed through wayward strands with gentle fingers, a movement Dougout successfully did not follow. He had found himself looking at them a lot, as of late. Curious. 

“Yeah, well,” he responded, but when his voice cracked he cleared his throat and tried again. “Yeah. I was in the neighborhood.” 

Capricorn skipped next to him on the rooftop. They gave a playful nude to his shoulder before singing, “Nuh-Uh! Don’t buy it. You like me, I knew it!”

Dugout rolled his eyes in the most dramatic and noticeable way possible. He groaned too, just to play it safe. 

“Sure I do.” He did. 

That seemed to satisfy them, somehow, as they gave a lovely hum before falling into a comfortable silence.

Dugout was never exactly known to be a social butterfly. He never had been, but that felt okay, with Capricorn. A lot of the parts he hated about himself felt okay, with them. He felt okay. 

“So!” They broke the silence. Dugout was silently thankful, as that was not a path he was ready to go down yet. “What do you wanna do!”

He looked at Capricorn then, endlessly confused. Endlessly enchanted. “What do you mean? You called me.”

“Yep!”

“...” They had called him there for nothing, Dugout had realized. They had called him for nothing, and he had come anyway. Even now, knowing this, Dugout suspects he would have still come. Maybe neither of them wanted to be alone tonight. 

“I could go for a burger.”

They squealed in the way that they do, excited and beautiful. “Race you!”

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[sacredmothermonarch]

Listen. I am so excited to meet this baby.

I love this child so much already its fucking nuts.

That being said,

Don’t get pregnant.

My stomach been on 99999 for the last 3 hours and I just want to go sleep rn. 😩

My hormones have me either wanting to start wars or cry and be held and there’s virtually no in between.

And sleep?? Me and her used to be the best of friends. But that heaux done ghosted me and I ain’t seen her ass since. 😭😭

Then I gotta mentally prepare for my body to expel a whole other human body out of it. 🥴

We ain’t ever done no shit like that before. Excuse moi?!! I’m talking I gotta figure out how I’m bout to bare the pain of pushing out a whole ass human?!

And I’m already an auntie. One thing about children? They don’t gaf. They’re sleepy? They’re hungry? They’re tired? That is a YOU problem. Not a them problem. A YOU problem. I just 😶

Pray for me.

More than anything, I miss sushi, starbucks, and good ass sleep. 😩😩😩

THENNNNNN I found out you can’t eat spicy food while you’re breastfeeding?!!

I just don’t believe God would really do women like this. Who fucked up the algorithm?? And change it back RIGHT NEOW!!

Cause like I wasn’t even rooting for Eve. I was rooting for Lilith. Why I gotta go down like I ate the fruit?! I would have left Adam’s dusty ass too!! Its just not right. 😩😭😖

So yeah.

Adopt if you want children. Don’t get pregnant. Just. Don’t do it. 🥴😭😭😭

[calypsoff3]

Forty. Part 5

Rubbing my face, the way I fell asleep as soon I started watching those cartoons, I was so out of it as soon as. Raihan seemed so content and I am glad he is happy. He is still asleep but let me find out where he is, clearly he didn’t wake me or even care to wake me, probably didn’t want to bug me with being so fast asleep but he still should have woke me. Making my way out of the bedroom, it is so quiet so I am wondering if he is here now, looking around and seeing nothing. Making my way to the table, cake “oh shit, his birthday” I said seeing the writing on the half-eaten cake, it was right there in my mind, but everything just flooded it, I am so fucking stupid. It was right there but then all the issues “fuck, fuck, fuck. Chris!?” I half shouted; he isn’t here of course he isn’t. He is going to be so upset with me, he isn’t going to accept my sorry either, I didn’t purposely do it. Getting my phone out of my pocket, loading up my Instagram and the first thing I see is Rocky and Chris, they are at a meal “oh my god” I said in disbelief, he is really going to hate me. Answering Jah’ call “hello” I said “heard meeting was cut short?” he said “oh god, about that. Just wanted to ask have you seen Chris. I’m trying to find Chris; do you know where he is?” Jah is laughing, I have a feeling this bald headed nigga knows “we went to party, he called me in the middle of the night, like two I think and he said let’s go so we out out, did you not see the bottle girls sign?” Oh I hate this man “tell him to come home right now, I want him here” disconnecting the call, I need to find out what he is on on about. I really didn’t personally do this on purpose, I swear it was right there. I didn’t expect Chris to be here either so this is all last minute for me too, tapping on Jah’ name and the video is the first thing I see, Chris is laughing his ass off. Putting the sound on “you a clown bro!” Chris shouted, the camera turned to the bottle girls; I gasped “sad boy hours when Rihanna forgot my birthday” I read out, I hate Jah so much. Chris is really laughing at my ass “it’s a true story!! Nobody hearing me, she forgot my birthday” the camera turned to Chris “don’t worry boo, we got you” Jah said, “we will find you a new wife!” Everyone started cheering and the video cut off, I cannot believe they did that in the club. They aired out that I forgot, what the fuck is their problem. I really wasn’t expecting him to be here, this is the point nobody is getting.

I huffed out shaking my head “I didn’t do it” Raihan said “so mommy did it then? Did I pee on the bed?” I said to him, he shook his head “then who did it Raihan? Why did you pee on the bed!” I spat, he put his head down “don’t get sad, it’s ok. Go and take these clothes off and I will run you a bath” he comes into my bedroom saying he peed, not anywhere in the bathroom but on the bed, that child is just, I mean I love him “I want booboo” looking around the room “I don’t think daddy bought it, you don’t need it anyways” I said to him “I want booboo mommy” he whined out “mommy I want it” hearing the door close “listen to me, stop it, I mean it” Raihan wrapped his arms around my leg whining “what did I tell you to do” moving him away from me “take off your clothes” walking off, I think that is Chris anyways “nice of you to come home” he is laughing “mhmm yeah” he smiled, he is high as shit “I didn’t purposely forget your birthday, I am so sorry I did Chris. So much was happening yesterday and I feel so bad that I have forgotten, I really do” he just smirked “right, right” he leaned against the door frame “you don’t believe me?” I said “I am just smiling” he is looking behind me “you naked boy” he said “Chris I am sorry; this is all so much I didn’t mean too” why isn’t he listening to me “ok” he cleared his throat “why don’t you believe me” my voice broke “why are you crying? I should be crying, anyways you want cake” I started crying “I am sorry” hearing Raihan running and then he started crying with me “I am eating cake” Chris walked off.

Chris didn’t come to comfort me at all, he is just eating cake while I cleaned up Raihan. Watching him sit back as he blew out the smoke from his lips “Raihan is here” I said to him “he knows what a cigarette is right, don’t be all like this. Have some cake, it was from Costco” he pointed, he is laughing again, he keeps laughing but I think he is angry really. I quickly grabbed Raihan hand “no cake for you yet!” I spat, dragging him away “go and find booboo, come to me after” I know it isn’t here, but he needs something to do. Sitting down across from Chris “I am sorry, I will keep apologising but I am” Chris shrugged “but Robyn, I was there. Jen said about my birthday, I said she has a pussy she can give me that, it’s blatantly there, my birthday is there but you chose to not notice. I am not angry at it; I just have to laugh that you now want to apologise when you knew. How do you not know my birthday or forget, at some point you say it right. We made it a joke in the club, we had too because to be honest, you look useless. Like every bitch remembered but my own, made that make sense” I gasped “Chris” he is being an asshole now “look, I think I need to leave to go home. I think we need some space again; I need to go home to my own house and just not be here because I will say something to upset you which I have now. I don’t want that, on a real it’s annoying but then again it doesn’t bother me” he said “you called me a bitch Chris, you right. You need to go home, I need to go home to the kids” I got up “and sort that nigga out, he looks stupid as fuck” he said “who?” I questioned “your motherhood is showing through Raihan Robyn, he is the most stupid child we have, just please. Go, walk away” he is being so nasty, walking off to the bedroom “fuck!” Chris half shouted; I need to leave him alone.

I feel like the joke now, I am on the jet home because there is no point in us going separately so we are going home, I don’t like Chris being this way with Raihan, he is cold with him and doesn’t want to know him at all, it’s him because Raihan is going to him, he wants him “are they still speaking on me about the birthday?” Taina cringed “yeah” she sat down “it’s the joke of the group” I huffed out “I didn’t think Chris would be coming here, I would have gone home and celebrate with him, later but I would have. Now it’s like a joke” Chris is right we need space again “anyways, how have you been?” I asked Taina “I am good thank you, I wanted to stay in New York but he is like oh come with us, it will be for a few days please, men” she chuckled “Herb is a good man, I think he goes along with Chris’ stupid plans but he is still a good man, very supportive too” I admitted “they are very close, it’s cute to see. I think they bond over their stupidness because half of the things I be hearing I side eye; I am like that is not even funny” she laughed “what is Chris like at the house? I mean clearly when I am there he is different but when I am not there, do you stay there?” I asked, she paused thinking “well I mean yes and no, I have a few times stayed over but I just want to sleep but erm, they just play games a lot, basketball. Lot’s of boys come and that is why I said to Herb I don’t want too, I want my sleep and they are fooling around” nodding my head “do girls come? Be truthful? Like parties, I won’t say anything” she is laughing “you going to get me kicked out of their little man cave, but they have parties every night, but I won’t say parties, it’s like a get together where they are vibing and having fun, and there is girls that come but it’s like a friend of a friend type thing, they know these girl, but they are bitches, and I don’t have the time for them. But Chris, he just be playing, and smoking weed, that is it. He don’t be doing anything” so he does have females there, that is all I heard from that “thank you” I said to her “and now Herb will have me banned” she sighed out “but like if I did see something where I am like wow you married then I would say it but I don’t, that is the truth” nodding my head, I believe her.

Reaching over and picking Raihan up, he is taking too long to come down the steps “mommy!” Raihan wrapped his arms around my neck, he is so damn happy, but this is my mistake. I shouldn’t have left him with Chris, I should have taken him with me because I don’t accept that he left him in the hotel “he got legs, he can walk” Chris said watching me “oh shut up!” I retorted “breaking your back for what?” rolling my eyes, I have no idea which car I am going in “that is for the homies” he is pissing me off “fuck you! Ok, your homies can get the fuck out” the driver looks so confused “I am going in here, fuck you and your homies” getting into the SUV with Raihan “the kids Rih, the kids. Teaching them the bad” Herb said “take me to his house, I am going to get the kids” Chris leaned against the door “my house?” he is saying it like I swore at him “where else is my kids? Your house right, so I am going there to get them” Chris laughed “you know what, we are beter living separate lives” Chris stepped back from the door “I got you, mhmm yeah” he slammed the door on me “damn, y’all having it out with each other” I am in the car with Herb I guess “he left my son with a bodyguard in a hotel, I do not care if he is the pope we can’t trust everyone” I was going to say about the parties but then Taina told me that and I can’t “you didn’t even wish him a happy birthday Rih, that is hurtful” I huffed out “and I will continue to ignore it” shaking my head.

I just feel like Chris, and I can’t get on the same page, I don’t know what to do. I just want to get the kids and go home, grabbing Raihan from the SUV. Chris just stared at me “did you beat Jay Z up dad? You bought mom home” Rylee said smiling, placing Raihan down “mommy” Junior made his way out “hi baby, what is that? Are you eating cake?” he nodded his head “it’s dad cake” the state of his face “hi Amerie, how was the kids? We can go home now” I said “oh good, dad doesn’t let Melo near the house and Junior ate the cake we bought dad for his birthday” Rylee hugged me “mhmm your dad for you” Rylee gasped “you both fallen out again” I sniggered “shut up, just gather your stuff will you, Imani” she is so cute my little girl “hi mom, grandma never said you was coming today” hugging her “I know, neither did I but I am home now. Where is Tianna?” I asked “in bed, she is unwell Rihanna” Amerie said “oh god no, ok then kids. Come let’s get your stuff together and then we can go home” wrapping my arm around Imani, pressing a kiss to the top of her head “you two are so draining” Rylee whined out “stop it, you’re going to upset the younger ones” Rylee needs to keep her whining to herself “but mom, I thought you both was getting along?” she asked “Rylee, just don’t right now. We are trying to work on us, it will take time, stop making it hard for me, please” I pleaded with her “ok mom” she mumbled “now please, inside. Pack” I just want to go home.

I don’t know if these kids are packing or playing around because why the fuck are they taking so long “you look terrible, have you been taking tablets?” Tianna nodded her head “just hold out, then you can get in bed once you get home. This home is probably infected with the amount of people that come in and out of it” Herb snorted laughing “that low ball Rih” Tianna walked off “where was the lie?” looking at him “bitter ex wife be like that” Chris said, I scoffed “you are just, whatever” I am annoyed all round with him and Taina added to that now “I am sorry, I apologise for what I said in the hotel but you are dead ass wrong can I just say that” he made his way to me “and why can’t you just let me feel bad about it? Why can’t you just shut your mouth and let me feel guilty about it, instead now you are in the wrong, which you are. Ok fine you apologise but you are nasty, and I don’t like it, you are upsetting me and I need time away from you. I really fucking regret missing your birthday, I do but I didn’t expect you there at all. I would have made it up to you but now, not really” he pressed his lips into a hard thin line “I would think before you speak Chris” he just stared at me “if it's going to have you apologise to me then don’t bother” he licked his lips “I just think” he stopped himself “I just want you to know Robyn that I do love you and that you not acknowledging something was hurtful to me, I am upset with you and that is all I have to say in that matter” oh he held himself back “Maxwell would be proud of you” he turned away and walked off, putting my head down rubbing my face.

[gaemkyuu]

The Present

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault/rape, but not overtly descriptive.  A/N: As much as I like writing fluffy pieces or glimpses in time, I really wanted this series to have some sort of progression. A lot of the feelings and emotions that are in this piece was taken from personal experience or the experience of someone close to me. In no way do I claim that all experiences are similar to the one disclosed in this piece of fictional writing. Disclaimer: This is a FICITONAL writing piece on Charlie Gillespie. In no way do I claim or declare that Charlie’s portrayal is accurate to real life. I do however, own Teagan Valencia :)

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The Teagan Valencia Series: The Meeting  / The Fight / The Proposal / The Present / The Recovery / The Future

***Please note that sensitive topics are addressed in the writing and may cause discomfort or trigger readers. If subjects such as non-consensual sexual engagement, rape or sexual assault cause discomfort, please refrain from reading the story.

The Present

“Cut! That’s a wrap on this scene, great job everyone! Let’s break for lunch” Kenny announced to the crew. He smiled at Teagan releasing a big sigh. As awesome as this all was, it could still be tiring!

“You’re doing a great job Kenny. Seriously, I can’t wait for the second season” Teagan gave Kenny a hug from behind his chair.

“I should be giving you a giant hug Teagan!” Kenny stood up from his directing chair, moving his way to Tegan. “Congratulations on your engagement!” He gave her a big bear hug. “Now let me see the ring!” Teagan showed her his hand and he inspected the ring gleefully. Although they had gotten engaged two weeks ago, this was their first week filming and the first time Kenny saw her since the night of the party.

“I told you I had good taste Kenny” Charlie came over and wrapped his arms around my waist, perching his chin on my shoulders.

“Honey, you didn’t pick out the ring, you just picked it up” Teagan joked as Kenny released her hand. Turning to give Charlie a quick playful peck on the lips, Teagan saw the playful smirk kneeing he had a clever come back.

“I’m not talking about the ring, I’m talking about the person” he smirked kissing her back playfully. “Are you joining us for lunch?” His eyes hopeful.

“Well since you can’t leave the set for a birthday lunch, I guess so” she dramatically sighed acting like she was disappointed.

“Hey! I’m taking you out for dinner! Remember? Birthday dinner?” Teagan’s dramatic façade broke and Charlie realized he fell for it. “Sometimes I wonder why you're not the one in front of the camera”.

Charlie kissed her on the cheek and led her to lunch with the rest of the cast. As usual Maddy already had the designated brownie plate that both of them shared from and Savannah was able to join them as she finished in hair and make up. Everyone had a fun time chatting and hanging out at lunch but they had to continue filming. Charlie, Owen and Jeremy had to go get touched up and a new wardrobe on, but he left Teagan in the company of Booboo and Savannah, as Maddy went to go take a nap. 

“Hey Savannah, we are going to need you and Maddi on set soon” the three of them jumped at the sudden interruption from the new Production Assistant. His eyes piercing and intense staring at Teagan. “I’m James the new Production Assistant and you are?”

“I’m Charlie’s fiancé, I’m just visiting him on set today.” Teagan smiled back politely despite feeling uncomfortable under his gaze. She came to understand that this was the new PA that kept coming up in their group chat. It was no secret that a majority of the cast who had interacted with him felt slightly uneasy. Owen had been changing in the wardrobe trailer when he “popped out of nowhere and scared the living shit” out of Owen. Jeremy had been sneaking onto the set to take a nap in Julie’s infamous bed when he found James lurking around in the dim lighting. There were a few other stories that Teagan remembered, but she waved it off as James being misunderstood as he was new to the cast.

“Oh yeah! Sure! I’ll go get Maddi” Savannah stood up quickly getting ready to film.  

“Well ladies, it was a fun lunch, but I’m done on set and need to head over to a photo shoot” Booboo smiled collecting their lunch mess and glancing at his watch. “Which starts in an hour, shit. I better get going. Happy Birthday again Teagan, I wish I could be there tonight!”

“Don’t worry about it Booboo, let’s take a raincheck” Booboo gave her a big hug and waved them goodbye. “Hey I’ll come with you since I’m going to hang out in Charlie’s trailer” she stopped Savannah getting out of her chair too. “As much as I love watching him act, I know he has the Switch in his trailer and I want to play Mario Kart”

Savannah giggled at her friend and the two of them noticed James still standing there. “I’ll go grab Maddi if you want to let Kenny know we are on our way” Savannah smiled at the PA, who simply gave a curt nod, never taking his eyes off of Teagan. The two girls waited until he was no longer in their line of sight before moving towards the trailers. “Between you and me, I heard he’s being let go at the end of the week”

“What? Why?” Savannah looked incredulously at Teagan, shocked at her response. “Okay, I know he’s kinda weird and freaking people out, but what if it’s because he’s new?“

“He was hired last minute because of some pregnancy complications our actual PA Sarah had. She was cleared by the doctor to come and work yesterday, but she won’t be able to be here until the end of the week. We told Kenny we would much rather have her here and not James” Savannah shuddered as she said his name. Teagan didn’t know that he made everyone feel this uncomfortable.

“Who hired him?” She wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt because someone had thought he was a good fit. There must have been some sort of misunderstanding!“

“Netflix kinda threw him in since it was so last minute! He’s from Vancouver, so it made things easier” Savannah shrugged stopping in front of Charlie’s trailer. “Now go relax birthday queen, we’ll come get you in a few hours when we’ve wrapped and we can get ready at my apartment!”. 

Teagan smiled and hugged her friend, entering the trailer shortly after. She was greeted with the familiar scent of pine and cologne, just like Charlie. His trailer was neat, save for the sweater or shirt tossed here or there, and his acoustic guitar propped up against the couch. She opened his fridge pleased to find it stocked with water bottles, knowing well that Charlie mostly drank from his blue hydro flask to reduce the amount of plastic in the environment. After grabbing a bottle, she headed to the couch of the trailer where she plopped down and grabbed his Nintendo switch. She played a couple rounds of Mario Kart, drinking water when she felt a sudden sleepiness descend her. Putting the switch away, she took off her shoes and clothes opting to wear Charlie’s orange hoodie and black sweats for her nap. Glancing at the clock, she realized she had about two hours before they would start wrapping up for the day and thought a little cat nap wouldn’t do any harm. Plus, Savannah knew where she would be in case she didn’t pick up her phone. With that Teagan drifted off to sleep on the couch.

Teagan didn’t expect to wake up on the floor of the trailer with both arms restrained to the leg of the desk. Confused for a moment, she found herself restrained like a hostage in a movie, her hands tied with heavy and thick rope and a cloth restraining her mouth. Looking around, she recognized she was still in Charlie’s trailer and thought this was a cruel joke that her friends were playing on her. To her horror, she realized it wasn’t a prank when she saw James shutting the blinds and locking the trailer. She took a deep breath to scream, but quickly stopped when James noticed that she was awake, unsheathing his pocket knife.

“You're so pretty” he whispered, drawing close so that he was inches away from her face. She watched tensely as his eyes scanned her face with this crazy look in his eyes. “If you scream I will hurt you” he whispered as he untied the cloth muffling her mouth. Teagan was too afraid to say anything as James started to laugh. “You did it James, you got a pretty one” he smacked his head twice dropping the knife by Teagan’s foot. As he paced the trailer muttering to himself, she tried to inch the knife slowly to her with her foot, but this caught her captor’s attention. “Oh no you don’t!” he lunged for the knife as Teagan tried to kick him away, her leg getting nicked in the scuffle.

“Help!” she cried, but was quickly muffled by one hand on her mouth, the other holding the knife pressed up against her throat.

“I told you not to scream!” he yelled at her. Teagan began to cry in fear as she realized the man was mentally unstable and out of control. “Now I don’t trust you!” he gagged her with the cloth that was previously muffling her pulling at her hair in the process. Teagan tensed as he pressed the knife back to her throat. “I’m serious. I will cut you if you scream” he threatened holding her jaw with his free hand, forcing her to look at him. As more tears began to fall from her eyes, he cooed and shushed her hoping that she would stop. “Stop being sad. You aren’t pretty when you’re sad. I can make you happy. Let’s do that!” she trembled as his face lit up as though he had come up with a brilliant idea. He suddenly stood up and smacked his head again, muttering to himself incoherently. Teagan had no idea what to do. If she made a ruckus someone might be able to hear her, but the man in front of her might act on his words. She winced as he bumped the leg that he nicked.

“Did I hurt you? Oh no... Dammit you’ve damaged the merchandise James... You made her ugly! No. no. I can fix it. I can fix it” Teagan watched as he cursed at himself, dropping down to her side, yanking off Charlie’s sweats. The cut wasn’t deep by any means, but it was there and about two inches in length. However, it left Teagan pant less on the floor of the trailer with James staring at her half naked form, hands shaking as he drew nearer to her. Teagan knew what was to come as she struggled against her restraints and he pinned her legs down, approaching parts of her body she only let Charlie touch or see. Tears started to flow freely from her eyes as she protested through her gag, shaking her head no and trying to yell for help. James didn’t care anymore that Teagan had become vocal again, as he was too focused on indulging his own fantasies. Teagan cried out desperately and squeezed her eyes shut, wishing for this whole thing to go away. A banging on the door interrupted both of their thoughts as they froze. James terrified that he had been caught and Teagan hopeful that someone had come to end this. 

“Teags! It’s Owen, open up! You alright in there?” 

Teagan realized this was her only chance to end this and she screamed the loudest Help she could despite being gagged. She was sure Owen wouldn’t be able to make out what she was saying, but the fact that it was a scream would have alerted him to something important. The banging on the door became steady and stronger as if he was trying to break the door down. They could hear him screaming for help and speaking to someone over the phone. Quickly a commotion began to gather outside the trailer and James paled.

“This is all your fault! You stupid bitch! I told you to be quiet” he slapped her hard across the face, a burning sensation residing in her cheek. “You were supposed to be quiet!” he slapped her again on the opposite cheek, but this caused the back of her head to hit the leg of the desk that restrained her hands. A ringing in Teagan’s ears overcame all of her senses and she couldn’t focus on anything else. She felt him roughly cut her restraints and drag her to a standing position, but she couldn’t stand. She felt dizzy and nauseous at the sudden motion as the ringing in her ears started to subside. James held the knife against her throat, his back to the wall waiting for people to break into the trailer.

With a final bang, security was able to bust the door open, two of them filing into the tiny trailer, Owen standing behind them. There was Teagan, a knife being held to her throat, a swollen cheek, her underwear discarded on the floor and the orange hoodie preserving whatever parts of her body that it could. She felt the knife press into her neck as James and the security officers yelled back and forth at one another. She could feel a sharp stinging sensation and warm liquid languidly make its way down her neck. The yelling intensified and so did the pain. Teagan could barely hear Owen’s attempts to comfort her and assure her over the noise. She couldn’t understand what was happening, but James’ body tensed and convulsed, pushing the knife slightly deeper into her for a moment and then collapsing to the floor. In a rush of motion and bodies, the two security officers rushed to James’ shocked body on the floor and Owen rushed to Teagan, quickly untying the pink hoodie that was a part of his costume to help cover her up.

“Teagan! Teagan look at me, are you alright?” Owen’s voice snapped her back to reality as his soft anxious blue eyes searched hers.

“...Owen?” his name came out as a tremble followed by a fresh stream of tears as she lunged into his chest. He caught her and held on to her just as tight as she held onto him. Owen’s heart broke as she held onto him for dear life. He picked her up, never letting her go and moving her out of the trailer as the security guards handled the rest. As Owen exited, the small crowd of castmates and crew that had gathered in the alley gasped at the sight of Owen and Teagan. Savannah rushed over to throw her jacket over her legs to help Owen’s pink hoodie, giving her soft rubs on her back as she sobbed into Owen’s chest.

“Teagan?! Teagan! Oh my god, what the fuck happened?!” Teagan’s face came out of hiding as she heard Charlie’s voice. Their eyes met as Charlie sprinted over to her, pushing people out of the way. Owen quickly handed Teagan to Charlie, both of them crying and Kenny arriving at the scene with Maddi. Sadness befell their faces at the scene, but Kenny quickly took charge and started dispersing the crowds, giving orders to others to help remedy the situation. Teagan sobbed uncontrollably in Charlie’s arms and he offered as much comfort and solace as he could. The paramedics soon arrived and Charlie had no choice but to hand her over to them, but he followed the paramedics to their van with Owen and Savannah in tow.

Along the way, Owen had explained how he had come to find her. It turns out that Owen wasn’t needed for the final shots of the day, so he went to find Teagan before changing. Savannah had mentioned that Teagan had gone to hangout in Charlie’s trailer, so naturally Owen made his way over. He didn’t expect the muffled sounds of desperate screams and cries to intensify as he neared Charlie’s trailer. He knew something was wrong, but the door was locked, and after confirming that she weren’t doing something else, he began to yell for help and try to break the door down. As one team of paramedics checked on Teagan, Kenny asked the other team to check on Owen as he used physical force to break the door down with the security team. Therefore, he wanted to make sure Owen didn’t hurt himself in the adrenaline of it all. The entire time Teagan sat on the stretcher and gurney, covered with a blanket, Charlie held onto her hand tightly. Her tears subsided but everyone could tell she was still shaken. The rest of the cast members who were still on set were escorted to their vehicles and told to return home for the day. Filming had to come to a halt until they were cleared to run again. 

“Mrs. Valencia, I’m going to need you to confirm some details of your assault so we can properly attend to you” the female police officer spoke to Teagan with an apologetic looking female paramedic at her side. “Sir, we are going to have to ask you to let us speak to her privately” 

Charlie kissed her forehead and went to let go of her hand, which Teagan protested.

“No please. He can stay. Please, I need him” her voice initially came out strong and desperate, but fell to a quiet whisper as she finished speaking. The police officer made eye contact with one another and then with Charlie, who returned closer to her side.

“Very well. Mrs. Valencia, did your assailant force any penetration on you?” the police officer got right to the point, staring deeply into Teagan’s eyes. Charlie tensed, preparing himself to hear the answer he didn’t want to hear. Teagan hesitantly shook her head no. “Did he force himself upon you that can be considered sexual assault” she bowed her head, ashamed of what she was admitting, and softly nodded. “I’m sorry Mrs. Valencia, I’m going to need you to tell me a little more than that” the police officer looked at her apologetically, knowing fully that this was a difficult conversation to have. “We need to have a verbal confirmation.”

“It was just his fingers. No kissing or anything more” Teagan whispered, her eyes filling with tears once more. The police officer thanked her and nodded to the paramedic who finished cleaning her cuts and bandaging them up. Charlie held her hand the entire time, rubbing soft circles on her back. After the paramedic was done, she gave the two of them a moment alone.

“I’m so sorry Charlie” Teagan whimpered, crying all over again. She bowed her head in shame and embarrassment, feeling hopeless and defeated.

“Teagan, look at me” and when she refused to lift her head, he placed a finger under her chin to lift it. Teagan looked at his eyes full of determination, anger and conviction. “Don’t you ever apologize for what happened to you.” his voice was stern, unwavering despite the emotions he felt inside. “None of this is your fault. Don’t think for a second that you are responsible in some way shape or form.” His eyes bore an intensity that Teagan only saw when something upset him, in which she couldn’t blame him.

“Do you still love me?” she tried to be strong as she spoke, but her tears got the best of her. Charlie’s eyes suddenly became soft, concerned and worried. She couldn’t bear to look at him as she felt that he may have been disappointed in her.

“Of course I do Teags. Nothing could ever change that.” her tears softly fell down her face as Charlie pulled her in for a tight hug, peppering her with kisses. “I’m so sorry Teags, you must have been so scared” he rubbed her back hoping to provide more comfort and assurance. “I’ll love you no matter what. This doesn’t change anything, Mrs. Gillespie” the last part of his comment made her chuckle through her tears and pull away to look at him. “I can’t promise you and say things are going to be the same from here on out, but I can promise you that I’m not leaving you. Ever.” He had hoped that his eyes conveyed his commitment to her and she confirmed this with a gentle kiss on his lips. Charlie was careful to kiss her back knowing that she was still in pain from the assault.

This was a hurdle that they were going to face together. Teagan knew deep down that this event had caused serious damage and she couldn’t quite come to terms with what happened. However, she knew that Charlie was going to be with her and oddly enough, that was all she needed right now.

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Hey!! I want to say that I love your Witcher!Dad stories! They’re so cute!! If it’s okay, can I please request a story where Jaskier is a Dad, please, because that would be so cute!! Thanks so much!!

A/N: I got another request for dad!jaskier that wasn’t specific so I’m sort of adding that one to this! I’m so sorry this is shit. This is the first time I’ve written dad!Jaskier so it was a little challenging but I do intend on writing more of him!!

***

“Daddy!” A shrill cry broke through the night. 

Jaskier was out of bed before you even had a chance to sit up. He was stumbling towards the door, having not yet woke up completely. 

As you sat up, you heard him curse loudly.

“Ah! Fucking hell!”

“Jaskier?” You called his name, hoping he was okay, but there was no answer. You were alone in the room, your dear husband having just sprinted down the hall to your daughter’s bedroom. 

You slipped out of bed, quickly making your way out of the bedroom. 

Charlotte cried out for her father once more just as he pushed the door to her room open. 

Geralt reached your daughter’s door just as you did. You stepped inside first while the witcher lingered in the doorway. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his hand move and then the candles in the room lit, illuminating the space. 

Jaskier was sitting on the edge of Charlotte’s bed, holding her in his arms and trying to calm her down. 

“I’m right here, dear heart. There’s no need for tears.” He gently bounced her up and down. 

You moved to Jaskier’s side, placing your hand on Charlotte’s back. 

“Is she hurt?” Geralt asked. 

“No, just scared.” Jaskeir shook his head, briefly meeting Geralt’s gaze. “Another nightmare.”

The White Wolf nodded once and returned to his room down the hall. 

“What happened, darling?” You asked Charlotte, rubbing her back. 

“I-I saw something in the wardrobe! It was big and scary!” Charlotte pointed to the wardrobe in the corner of her room with one hand while the other arm was wrapped so tightly around Jaskier’s neck that he thought the six year old was cutting off his air supply. 

“There’s nothing in there, love.” You told her, shaking your head gently. 

“But there is! I swear it!”

“Would you like me to take a look at the wardrobe?” Jaskier suggested. 

“No, daddy. I want you to hold me.” Charlotte buried her head in his neck. 

You moved towards the wardrobe, pushing the door open and peering inside. It was empty, save for the clothes of Charlotte’s.

“There’s nothing in there, Charlotte.”

“See? Mommy checked.” Jaskier kissed the side of her head. “There is absolutely nothing in the wardrobe.”

“I don’t want to be alone.” Charlotte’s voice was muffled into Jaskier’s neck. 

Jaskier looked at you and you nodded. 

“Would you want to come into mine and mommy’s room, Lottie?” 

“Yes, daddy.” Charlotte nodded. 

You moved aside to let them pass, but then your eyes caught something on Jaskier’s forearm. 

“Jaskier, you’re bleeding.” You took ahold of his wrist, pulling his arm away from Lottie so he only held her with his opposite arm. 

“Hit the damned vanity on my way out of the room.” Jaskier said, tugging his arm from your grip. “I’m fine, darling. 

“But you’re bleeding, Jask.” You frowned. 

“Daddy’s bleeding?” Charlotte tried to look down but Jaskier placed her down on the bed in your bedroom.

“It’s just a little booboo, darling.” Jaskier kissed her head. 

“Lottie, why don’t you lay down while I clean daddy’s booboo?” You suggested. Jaskier tried to object but you weren’t listening to him. 

“No!” Charlotte cried. “Don’t leave me alone!”

“What if Uncle Geralt comes in here and sits with you?” You asked. Charlotte nodded her head, biting her bottom lip. 

“Y/N, I’m fine really-,”

“You’re bleeding, Jaskier. And it’s not just a papercut.” You moved out to the hallway to call for Geralt but he was already making his way towards you. “Geralt, can you sit with Lottie while I tend to Jaskier?”

“Of course.” Geralt nodded, slipping past you to go into the bedroom. 

You took Jaskier’s hand and guided him down the hall to the kitchen. He was silent as you used a rag to clean the blood from his arm. 

He looked to the hallway, the frown prominent on his lips. 

“Her nightmares have been getting worse.”

“I know.” You sighed softly. “Perhaps there’s something that could be done for it. A…. A mage or something.”

Jaskier’s eyes found yours. 

“Yennefer?”

“She’s the only mage I trust.” You shrugged your shoulders softly. “She’d know if there was anything that could be done. These nightmares have gotten out of hand. She can barely sleep in her own bed, Jaskier, and she’s six-years-old.”

Jaskier nodded, watching you finish wiping up the blood. A little grin came to his lips.

“You know, this reminds me of the old days, before we had Lottie.”

You looked up at him through your lashes.

“Oh? Of when you’d go on those dangerous hunts with Geralt and come back with scratches all over? Or when you’d get into fights with drunks at the pub?”

Jaskier sighed, rolling his eyes. 

“Take your pick.”

“I am thankful those days are over.” You put the rag aside and turned his head so you could steal a kiss from his lips. “Because now I don’t have to worry about you not coming back to me.”

“Oh, my dear heart. That’s such a silly thing to worry about.” He chuckled, pushing himself away from the counter. “You are my sunshine, darling, and I am but a humble daffodil. I will always be drawn to you, to the warmth you bring, and the happiness you fill me with.”

“Such a romantic.” You placed your hand on his shoulder. “Come on. Let’s go back to bed.”

***

Once everyone had settled into your bed, Charlotte clung to Jaskier, burying her face in his chest. You were on your side facing them, your hand rubbing your daughter’s back. 

“Daddy?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Will you tell me a story?”

“What kind of story?”

“How you met mommy.”

Jaskier’s eyes met yours, peering over Charlotte’s head. A grin came to his lips.

“It was a cold, rainy night. Thunder rattled the walls of the tavern I was in. I sat with Geralt, showing him a few new pieces for a ballad I was working on. Out of nowhere, the tavern fell silent and everyone’s heads turned to watch a woman enter the tavern. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever laid eyes on, Lottie.”

Charlotte giggled. 

“She looked around the tavern at the crowd when her eyes found mine.”

You brought your hand up to rub Jaskier’s arm. 

“I knew the moment our eyes met that I would marry her.”

“It only took you seven years.” You teased, rolling your eyes. 

“Seven years?” Charlotte repeated, turning over on to her back so she could look at you.

“That’s a bit dramatic, love.” Jaskier scrunched his nose up at you. “It was only three, maybe four.”

“I think you are mistaken, darling. That is how long it took me to say yes to a date with you.”

Jaskier scowled while Charlotte giggled, amused. 

“Mommy? Why did you take so long?” Charlotte crinkled her brows together as she looked at you. 

“Because I was young and at the time I didn’t want to settle down. But I am glad things worked out the way they did.” You leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Because of me waiting so long to say yes to your father, we have you.” 

Charlotte smiled and then yawned, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth. 

“You need to try to sleep, Lottie.” You told her. 

“But I’m scared.”

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, darling.” Jaskier kissed her cheek and pulled the blankets up around her. “I am here and I’d never let anything happen to you or mommy.”

Charlotte nodded and turned her back to you so she could bury herself in Jaskier’s chest. 

Your hand found Jaskier’s, your fingers lacing together. You scooted closer to them, tucking your nose into Charlotte’s hair.

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always you | wen junhui

ミ★ synopsis: there’s one rule when it comes to friends with benefits, don’t catch feelings. however, you and your best friend jun were never that good at listening, now were you?

ミ★ genre: light angst, some humor, some fluff

ミ★ warnings: none!

ミ★ word count: 1,829

ミ★ pairings: jun x female reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys! i wasn’t planning on adding any angst but it somehow... ended up happening... so I... am so sorry....

You and Jun knew that the concept of “friends with benefits” was horrible. You both had a consensus that it never works, and someone always ends up developing feelings through it. However, even after all those times you both clowned the act, you still ended up in each other’s arms. Which is currently right now.

You’re laying in Jun’s bed, his arms wrapped around your bare torso as he sleeps. This is the nth time you and Jun have had sex in a span of two months. You don’t know how this began, well you do but that doesn’t matter. One second you’re both making fun of how they all say “no feelings allowed,” the next second Jun is kissing down your body and you can’t help but want more.

Jun and you have been best friends for as long as you could remember. Your moms have been best friends since they were kids, and as soon as your mom was pregnant with you, his mom was ecstatic about her son on the way having a friend the same age. When they found out that you were gonna be a girl, it slowly went from having our kids be bffies, to having our kids marry each other when they’re old enough.

As you and Jun grew up, you always got disgusted at the idea of marrying each other. Jun using the excuse of you having cooties from the tender age of 5, all the way until he was 16. While you, you said he was a burnt piece of broccoli.

“Y/n, honey, doesn’t junnie look handsome? He even got your favorite flower for your corsage!” Your mom exclaims, making Jun smile widely at her as she gives him a kiss on the cheek. He’s wearing an emerald green dress shirt with tight fitting black slacks. He has a black tie with small polka dots on it, and in his hand is the clear container that’s holding your corsage.

Jun gives you a wink and you fake gag into your hand immediately, making him roll his eyes and your mom hit your shoulder with a giggle. “I suppose… he looks decent…” You mutter, giving him a shit-eating grin and he glares at you.

“Alright, alright you two. Just go and get your corsage from him, then pin the boutonniere on him for me please. You know that auntie will want a good photo of you guys.” Your mom tells you both, making sure to mention Jun’s mom. You walk up to Jun as he takes out the corsage from the container, it’s a white daisy with a few gems surrounding it. You glance up at him through your falsies and you notice that he’s looking at everything but you.

“You know that you have to put the corsage on my wrist, right?”

“YoU KnOW thAt YoU hAVe TO pUt ThE coRsAGe oN MY wRIsT, rIgHT?”

“Motherfucker did you just mock me?” You ask him and he finally looks into your eyes, and you take notice of the blush on his cheeks, but your attention soon goes elsewhere once you notice the challenge in his eye.

“Why yes I did, you cooties having woman.” He answers, putting the corsage on your wrist, to which you both pause your mini feud to smile at the camera.

“What are you, nine? We’re sixteen Junnie please.” You tell him, making sure to prick his chest with the boutonniere and he flinches a bit. You both turn once again to smile at the camera.

“You guys argue like a married couple. It was cute at first, but after having to deal with it for the past three years…” Your mom mentions, causing you and Jun turn away from each other to make vomit noises. She rolls her eyes at the both of you.

“Me? Married to the CEO of cooties? Hell no auntie!” Jun exclaims and you raise your hand up to slap him, making him flinch away from you.

“Oh yeah? At least I’m not a burnt piece of BROCCOLI!” You shout and he gapes at you.

“What did you just call me?” Jun asks, taking a few steps forward until there’s only a couple inches between you both.

“You heard me. Burnt piece of broccoli havin-”

“Okay thanks for the pictures! Have fun! Be home by 11!” Your mom says, shoving you both out the door to avoid a brawl breaking out in her doorway.

Someway, somehow, you and Jun moved past that stage of being fake disgusted with each other and ended up becoming friends with benefits. The one thing you both made fun of the most, especially after all those nights of staying up reading Wattpad stories about the friends with benefits concept and laughing. Now you are both, indeed, booboo the fool.

The first morning after it happened, you guys telepathically agreed to act like it quite literally did not happen. However, that was hard. Considering the fact that Jun seemingly started checking you out more often than not, and him noticing your lingering touches, it ended up happening again. The second time it happened, you both talked it out.

The one and only rule you both agreed on was: “Don’t catch feelings, and don’t let this ruin our friendship.”

As you lay here, feeling Jun’s soft breaths on the back of your neck as he sleeps, you know you’ve broken the rule. You know that it’s been broken for awhile, and you don’t want to tell him. You can’t tell him.

However, what you don’t know is that Jun also broke the one and only rule you both have set. It was broken from the moment you both created that rule, considering the fact that he’s been in love with you since you guys were eighteen. He knew it when you both danced together under the stars at your annual “camping in the backyard” summer activity. He knew it when you’d stand up slightly on your tiptoes to squish his face whenever he made a sarcastic comment. He knew it when he would turn to you and see the whole galaxy in your eyes. He knew it from the moment he first leaned in to kiss you on the drunken night, and when he saw you against the white sheets. He’s known, but he doesn’t have any plans on telling you.

                 °。°。°。°。°。°。°。゜。°。°。°

In the process of denying your feelings for Jun, you met someone from your lecture. He’s nice enough, and he’s rather attractive, but your heart is in the wrong place. Deep down you know it, but you being dumb, you ignore it.

As Jun gets up to go to the restroom during your move night, you check your phone. You notice that the guy from lecture texted you a few minutes ago asking if you wanted to go and grab some dinner. “Oh shit.” You mutter, thinking about what to say. “Should I go?” You whisper to yourself.

“Go where?” Jun asks as he sits back down beside you on the couch, and you quickly turn off your phone, somehow afraid to get caught. This makes you almost slap yourself in the face, because why should you be afraid?

We’re not dating anyways.

“Oh, this guy from my class asked me to go get dinner.” You say as nonchalantly as possible, and you feel Jun tense up beside you.

Because what the fuck, no.

“O-oh.” Jun says quietly, and he internally curses himself because that’s not at all what he wanted to say. You somehow feel disappointed by his lack of response, causing you to also internally curse yourself because you should be happy about it. Him not caring is a step closer to you getting over him, you think to yourself.

“I think I’ll go and get dinner with him. The movie is over anyways.” You say quickly, getting up off the couch and walking over to the dinner table to grab your bag.

“R-really? You don’t wanna make pizza with me?” Jun asks, standing up and following you, trying desperately to make you stay without making it obvious that he doesn’t want you to go. You let out a forced giggle, shaking your head no softly.

“We can do that next time Junnie, I’ll text you later?” You say and Jun bites his lip. You cock your head to the side as he reaches out and grasps your wrist softly.

“What?”

“I don’t want you to go y/n.” Jun murmurs, causing your heart to beat hard against your chest. He looks into your eyes and you feel your knees weaken, along with your resolve. “Why?” You ask quietly.

“I..” You look at him expectantly.

“I broke the rules..” He whispers and you feel your heart drop into your ass.

“You.. you what?”

“Y/n, I don’t want you to see anyone else. I don’t want you to go out and eat with any other guy. I don’t want you to date anyone else,” Jun feels his heartbeat in his ears as he takes a deep breath to prepare himself for what he’s about to say next.

“Y/n, I love you. I’ve been in love with you since we were eighteen. When we first started this and had that agreement, I broke the rule from the start.” He whispers and you stare at him, gaping.

Because holy shit it’s not one sided.

You feel tears flood your eyes and Jun’s eyes widen at the sight of a teardrop fall. You look down, covering your face with your hair as Jun starts asking what’s wrong and why you’re crying. You take a step forward, wrapping your arms around his torso. Jun freezes, before melting and holding you in his arms, rubbing your back the way he knows you like it.

“I broke the rules too, I love you Junnie. I love you so much.” You say, and Jun pulls back so he can get a good look at your face. Your eyes are puffy, and your nose is a bit stuffy, but he knows he’ll never forget this sight.

“You do?” He asks and you nod your head, letting out a smile once he smiles widely at you.

“Perfect.” He whispers before grasping your face with both hands, leaning in to finally kiss you. It’s nothing new, this whole kissing thing, but it’s different this time around. You both know it, and you both can feel it. You start to smile, causing him to smile and teeth to clash together, so he pulls back. You smile widely at him and he giggles at you.

“Just to clarify though,” Jun says, regaining his composure. You raise an eyebrow and he gives you that teasing grin you love so much, “this means you’re not gonna go meet that guy for dinner… right?” You burst out laughing and Jun chuckles too.

“Yes Jun, that’s exactly what that means.”

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Not the Time for a Prank 3/

SOA Fanfic Juice

“I took your advice Gem. Head to toe makeover,” Galaxy said. “Not sure about it though.”

Her copper red hair was in a updo. Makeup with a blue smoky eye and nude lips. The top was similar to one of Gemma’s. Torn jeans and wedge boots. Long, neon green nails and a long necklace of black roses in an silver metal. Winged eyeliner.

“What’s not to be sure of? Girlie you look hot. Well, the necklace is too long,” she said, making the waist long chain doubled around her neck.

“What happened in here Gemma?”

“Some tweaker broke in. Tig got him, but not before he did this. Dumb ass. He used to be a real nice guy. Gave him some money. He wanted to help clean up what he did. Wayne stopped in and took him. Family was lookin for him.”

“Any news from Laverne and Shirley?,” Galaxy asked, causing Gemma to nearly choke on her coffee.

“That was a good one. Who’s who?,” she chuckled.

“Easy,” Galaxy grinned, “Happy has to be Laverne. He just doesn’t put a H on everything. Out of the two she was the looser, leader, troublemaker, loud mouth, shit stirrer, cheap date. Juice has to be Shirley. Quiet, know it all on occasion, smart mouth, doesn’t know when to shut up, his BooBoo kitty is his lap top. Both of them are adorable personality wise. Very attractive. Need I say more?”

Gemma was laughing.”I dare you to call Happy, Laverne to his face.”

“Ok. You’re on.”

They ate lunch and finished cleaning the office. Later an attractive guy walked into the office, dropping off his car. Galaxy told him to call later that day to see when it would be ready.

“Would it be too foward of me to ask to take you out to dinner tonight,?” He asked.

Galaxy looked at him, “I guess it sounds ok. I can meet you after work. Say 6:30 at Bolton’s?”

“Sounds good. See you then. Depending on my car,” he laughed.

“Definitely,” she grinned.

Gemma watched the exchange, happy that she got some attention but, got the oddest vibe. Something wasn’t feeling right. Gemma couldn’t put her finger on it. Maybe it’s because she wanted Galaxy so bad with one of the boys instead.

“I’m happy for you kid, but be very careful ok. None of us know him.”

“Yes ma’mm,” Galaxy said, giving her a hug.

The date, wasn’t going well at all. This guy, Jared, was consistently trying to find out where she lived.

“We can eat at your place Friday, I’ll bring some wine, movies, music. We can do whatever.”

Chills ran down her spine. She’d been hinting that there wouldn’t be a date Friday or any other day or night.

“Jared. There will not be a date on Friday or any other day or night. You’re a nice guy and all but you’re not my type. This will not work out. I’m gonna go. Night. Thanks,” Galaxy said, practically running from the restaurant, paying the whole bill, just to get hell out of there.

Later the next day, Gemma walked into the office, “How did the date go,?”

“Horrible.He tried to control everything. Then insisted we were having dinner at my place Friday. I told nicely to fuck off that it wasn’t gonna happen on this planet. Scary motherfucker Gemma.”

“I’m sorry sweetheart. There is probably someone else right under your nose you never thought of.”

“On the plus side, at first it was kinda nice getting some attention.”

A few hours later, a huge bouquet of yellow roses came to the office. Galaxy paled when she read the card. They were for her.

-See you Friday night-

Jared

“What the fuck?”, she asked silently as she sank into her chair.

“Whose roses,?” Tig asked, bending over smelling the huge bouquet on the desk. “Kid. Galaxy, babe are you ok? What’s wrong? You can tell me. Tell Uncle Tig.”

Galaxy chuckled, but sounded more like a choked sob, “I went out with this guy last night. The one who brought in the red BMW yesterday,” she said handing him the card. “It was a disaster. He was just crazy. Kept saying we’re gonna go out to my place Friday. He was making plans. I left him there. Told him it would not work out. That this wasn’t gonna happen,” she said as Tig hugged her tightly.

“Hey I’m not gonna let anything happen to my girl,” Tig said as she shook in his arms.

Chibs, Tig, Gemma, Kozik and Opie looked at each other worriedly at the clubhouse. Galaxy, after they’d heard about the date and all details, which really wasn’t much, quickly back to back had 3 shots of Jack Daniels. Bobby had actually been giving her more water than JD. Just enough JD to not tip her off.

Chibs took the glass away from her, “Luv are ya sure ya goin ya be all right,?”

“Stay in one of the dorms. At least for tonight,” Tig said.

“There’s always a dorm for you,” Gemma said trying to get her to stay.

“I need to be in my home.”

“Then stay, just for tonight,” Bobby bargained with her. “A compromise.”

“Ok.”

“And for the next few nights someone will follow you home. No excuses,” Opie told her.

“I’m not going to win this am I?”

“No. We protect our family doll,” Kozik told her, hugging her tightly.

“Thank you everyone,” she said hugging them.

Jared sat in his car, watching the office. Growling when he saw Tig throwing away the roses.

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The Ex - Jason Todd x Single !Mom reader part 3/5

Hi, my name’s Ella’, and I’m here to fuck up absolutely perfect families. Hope you’ll like this new chapter of Jay x Single!Mom, I think there’ll be only one more part after this, and um...yup, hope you’ll like it ! : 

FINISHED SERIES : PART 1, PART 2, PART 4, PART 5 NEWLY ADDED EPILOGUE : PART 1/3

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“Hey (Y/N).”

He dares to say, a wrapped package in one hand, and flowers in the other.

“…Jess ?”

You whisper, not quite believing your eyes.

Jess. Him. How ? After all this years, why ?

Jess. Him. Viggo’s father.

You don’t think. As soon as the information of who this is finally reaches your brain, and the shock passes, you walk straight to him. 

Jason, who knows who “Jess” is, looks at you with a pained look as you rush to your ex, as if you’re about to give him a hug.

And Jess ? Oh Jess. He has an infuriating smile on his face, the kind that means “I’m gonna get exactly what I want and I know it”, and he opens his arms as if you’re about to give him a hug.

Only you don’t. 

Oh no. On the contrary. Years of pent up feelings and resentment against him explode inside you, and as you reach him...You punch him right in the jaw with all your might. 

Everyone gasps. Jess grunts in pain. You grab your fist and swear because fuck punching people actually hurts ! Viggo, who went to stand next to Jason, lets out a laugh, apparently delighted that you just hit his father. 

Your boy knew about who his dad was. 

You kept ONE picture of him to show him what he looked like (and Viggo was very happy to see that he looked NOTHING like his father, but resembled you a lot), because you knew the importance of knowing your own identity. Knowing where you came from. Even if it meant knowing that your father was a total fuck up, at least...you knew. 

Viggo knew that he left. Right before his birth. 

He knew everything you knew, in fact. Because you never refused to answer his questions. You thought he had every rights to know about the man who abandoned him. At the same time, you tried to not be biased and give your son only the truth, the facts. 

You never spoke ill of his father. 

You always said you and him got along very well, and that you really were in love with him. You even talked about the good times you had with Jess, after all, you two dated for years before you got engaged and you got pregnant...You never spoke ill of his father, but you stated the facts. 

Jess left. There was no beating around the bushes. Viggo deserved to know the truth, and you weren’t about to make up some lie about his dad having to leave for some reasons. No. He left, of his own accord, just like that. 

Even if at the time you were in love, and even if he was always sweet and nice to you...he ultimately broke your heart by leaving. By not even having the courage to face you to tell you so, only writing a note saying everything was “too much”.  

Jess left Gotham city the day his son was supposed to be born. A few months before you were supposed to get married. That was a fact. And maybe he used to be a nice guy, and you used to be in love with him and all of that...but in the end, he still left. 

And though when he was younger Viggo couldn’t quite understand what everything meant, and why his daddy decided to not even see him, wondering if he did anything wrong...Now, at the very wise age of eight, he figured things out. After all, he was quite a smart kid.

Actually, Jason coming in yours and his life helped him understand. It had been just a little bit over six months since you started to date Jay, but it was everything Viggo needed to finally get it. 

Jess wasn’t his father. 

A father doesn’t leave his kid because he suddenly freaked out about becoming a dad ! A father doesn’t abandon his family, just leaving a short note, not even facing them ! A father, a real one, doesn’t run away at the first sign of trouble ! A father takes care of his kid, no matter what. 

To Viggo, the concept of a “dad” was kind of a foreign one. He saw dads on TV, in some of his favorite shows and such. He saw his friends’ dads. But...it was always just a theory to him. 

Dads were suppose to be there, to play catch with their sons, to help them do their homework, to kiss their booboo and read them bed times stories...But his dad wasn’t there. And you had to fill in and do everything. 

Viggo never thought it was a bad thing, not having a dad. Because you, his beloved mom, were absolutely the best !! 

But then. Then Jason came in the picture. And suddenly...Suddenly Viggo understood that having a dad was also awesome ! 

Your son knew since the beginning, since Jason took care of him when he was sick, that night you were suppose to have your first date, that Jason was definitely “real father material”. He instinctively took care of him, even though he didn’t even know him that much ! 

And though he was yet too shy and unsure about really calling him that, although he was still kind of afraid Jason would freak out if he did...Viggo realized, as his biological father dared to barge in today, that in his heart, Jason already became kind of his dad. 

Not that Jess guy. 

Not the one who abandoned him and left his mom in a deep struggle all those years ago ! But the one who didn’t actually “have to” stay and yet spend a night taking care of a sick kid he barely knew, and eating nacho chips and guacamole on the floor of a small living room as a first date. The one who didn’t have to stay, and didn’t run away at the first sign of trouble. 

And so, seeing you punch Jess’ goddamn lights out was highly satisfying, for the little boy. He knew violence wasn’t a good answer, but honestly, in this instance ? He didn’t care. Because he too, was mad at his “father” for never even wanting to know him. For never taking news about him, and suddenly reappearing right now, as if nothing ! 

The flowers and the wrapped object Jess was holding went flying in the air before falling on the ground with a loud noise. 

“How dare you ?! How dare you come back ? Today, on his birthday at that ?! Who do you think you are ?” 

You scream at him, holding your painful fist in your uninjured hand. Fuming. Viggo has never seen you that angry before. It’s kind of scary. Without thinking about it, the boy grabs Jason’s hand. For comfort. And Jason ? He squeezes back, reassuring Viggo immediately. 

Your ex straightens back up, and massages his jaw. it’s definitely gonna bruise. Damn, you had a mean right hook ! He looks at you, eyes narrowing a bit, and his next words make your blood boil : 

“Who do I think I am ? I’m his dad, that’s who I am.” 

Jess quickly realizes his poor word choice as your eyes turn a couple shades darker and you grab him by the shoulder...To violently bring him towards you and headbutt the hell out of him. 

He joins the flowers and gift he brought with him, on the floor, as you take a few unsure step backward. Ok, well headbutting someone also hurts. You see stars for a few seconds when...Jason. Of course. 

Jason is by your side now. And Viggo is too (you don’t see him, but he harbors a rather satisfied smile, as he sees his father shaking his head, down on the floor, trying to regain his senses after you basically beat the heck out of him). 

Your boyfriend lays a supportive hand on your lower back, and you kinda fall against him as your head spins a bit...It only takes a few seconds for you to get back to normal, but you stay against him. You feel as if he’s lending you his strength, and oh god you need it right now. It’s pretty incredible really, how he manages to soothe you in such a situation.

Jess gets back up once more, and, keeping his distance with you this time, says : 

“Ok. I’m sorry. I’m aware I just...I...I’m an asshole, ok ? I know. I shouldn’t have left. And I’m sorry I just assumed right now...I know I have no rights after what I did. I know I fucked up. I came here today to try and...fix things ok ? Glue the pieces back together. My sister just got a kid. And I went to see her in the hospital, and when I held my nephew it...Well it just reminded me that I...that I...That I screwed up. Big time. And so here I am. I know I should’ve called, I’m sorry. But I thought coming back on his birthday would...I don’t know, be nice.” 

“You thought wrong.”

You say, your voice cold and harsh. Not an ounce of forgiveness in your tone. Tt. What was he thinking ? That because he suddenly realized he was an ass, you’d forgive him that fast ? That you’d forget YEARS of trying to make ends meet ? Of working multiple jobs just to feed your kid ? That you’d forget how much he broke you, when he left you ? Not even saying where he was going ? Or why, exactly, he was leaving, except that it was “too much” ? 

Damn right he was wrong. 

“Listen (Y/N), I...I’m not playing tricks or anything ok ? I really had an epiphany, with my sister’s kid. I...I want to be part of his life ? Of our kid’s life ?” 

“Our ? Buddy, you lost the right to be his dad when you left eight years ago. As I was about to give birth to him.” 

There’s a small silence. You completely forgot that Jason’s family was here, as you’re entirely focus on that asshole that basically ruined your life (though the fact that his existence brought Viggo into your life was a blessing..the only good thing left in your heart about Jess, really). 

Your ex lets out a frustrated sigh and you think about hitting him once more for a second. How dare he get frustrated with you right now ? But then he takes the flowers and the gift back from the floor, and says : 

“Ok I see now is a bad time. Mea Culpa. I guess I didn’t think. I thought...I thought you’d be happy. That I want to be more in his life, you know ? I guess I really should’ve called. Ask for forgiveness before coming over. I’m sorry. I can see you’re busy so...I’ll go now. We can talk alone, later, right ?”

You don’t say anything, and glare at him some more. You don’t take the flowers and the gift he’s trying to give you either. He sighs once more and says : 

“Listen, we really need to talk ok ? I’m sorry I didn’t expect you to react that way ok ? Now I do realize you have every rights to. And I’m a total ass for barging in like this. But...in my defense, I didn’t expect you to have any...Company.” 

The way he looks at Jay makes your blood boil once more, and you’re about to punch him again but you feel your boyfriend’s hand on your lower back, caressing you soothingly and...It works. You exchange a look with him, and you can see in his eyes that...yes. Yes you understand. 

You should probably stop hitting that jerk in front of your son. No matter how big of a jerk he is, you’re really not giving a good example right now (oh but if only you could see the highly satisfied smile your son had on his face right now !). 

But it seems that Jess doesn’t quite learn his lessons fast enough, because he has the guts to say : 

“So um...I guess that’s my replacement, uh ?” 

You narrow your eyes back at him again. Did he just call Jason a “that” ? And what was he even insinuating right there ? Oh my god he had NO rights even making this kind of comment ! But before you can get to him again, and this time kick him in the balls, Viggo says : 

“There was nothing to replace, really. You weren’t there.” 

You often cursed your son’s smartassness, but in this instance ? You can’t help but smile proudly at him, even if you know you might be a bit petty right now. Eh. Who cares ? You deserve to be petty. Plus given the look on Jess’ face, your boy’s words hurt him more than a kick in the balls would have. 

“Outch...But I guess I deserve it uh ? I’m sorry about what I just said. About the replacement. I realize it’s not my place to...I’m sorry. I keep screwing up but...I really didn’t expect you to have company.”

“Oh yeah ? Were you expecting me to wallow forever while waiting for you ? Because I wallowed for about ten seconds, until I realized I had no time for self-pity because I had a kid to feed. All on my own. All of our plans to make it work pfioush, gone into flames.” 

“Ok. Ok (Y/N), let’s take a break in the bashing ok ? You can lash out on me later. When we won’t have an...audience. Please, let’s just meet later ok ? Give me a chance to apologize at least ? To explain myself ? Give you my side of the story ? No wait, don’t speak. I’ll um...I’ll call later ok ?”

“I won’t answer.”

“I’ll still call. And hope that when your anger will go down, you’ll give me a chance. I know I don’t deserve it, believe me I do. But...I’ll try anyway.” 

He shoves the flowers in your arms, and you catch them by reflex. He then turns to your son and says : 

“Happy birthday...Um...uh...”

“It’s Viggo. My name is Viggo.” 

“Oh, Viggo uh ? Like the actor ?”

“No. Not at all. You’re completely wrong.” 

He’s not sure quite why, but Viggo doesn’t want that guy to know that you named him after the actor indeed. He doesn’t want that guy to know anything ! He should have given him a fake name...Ugh, what kind of father doesn’t even know his own kid’s name ?! It’s not like you stopped him from coming to see him...he just didn’t seem to be interested until now !

Jess looks at your son for a few seconds, and then smiles sadly. 

“Well...happy birthday, Viggo.” 

Your son reluctantly takes the gift his “father” is giving him in his hands, as Jess turns one final time to you and says : 

“I’ll call you later. Sorry again, truly. I hope...I hope you believe me. Talk to you soon, hopefully...Bye (Y/N). I’m sorry. And um...bye buddy.” 

Jess finally leaves, and there’s a few more seconds of you not being able to let go of your anger. Of wanting to run after him, and push him down the stairs. But then...Then your son moves, and your eyes follow him. 

Viggo walks back in the apartment, passes Jason’s family, and goes into the kitchen. Without saying a word. Worried, you follow after him. Jason does too, so is the rest of his family. 

He climbs on the kitchen counter, and opens the window. He looks down in the street, his father’s present still in his hands. There’s a few seconds of confused silence. You’re still so shocked and moved about your ex’s appearance that you don’t even think about going to your eight years old son and scolding him about looking out the sixth floor window like this ! 

And apparently, Jason, his dad and his siblings are just as confused and lost, because they don’t do anything either. 

And then, after a minute or so, Viggo put the gift his father gave him out of the window, dangling it into the air for a few seconds...before letting go of it. 

There’s a second of silence, followed by a crashing sound and a “JESUS CHRIST !”...It’s Jess’ voice, you recognize it. 

Your son close the window, and looks at you with a disappointed look before saying : 

“I missed.”  

You don’t know why, but all of a sudden, all your stress, pain and anger from the past few minutes vanish and you start laughing louder than you ever did before. Quickly, the rest of the fam follows. 

He missed. Oh my god. That boy...

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“...it wasn’t a very heavy gift anyway, even if I hadn’t missed it would have just like, knocked him out or something, nothing too bad.”

Viggo was saying to Damian, as he was helping Jason’s brother to put his actual gifts away. Damian was chuckling, listening to your boy. They were in the living room, while you were in the kitchen with the rest of the family.

“I’m...I’m so sorry Mr. Wayne. I realize this isn’t a great...first impression...”

“Please, call me Bruce. And then...It really wasn’t your fault.”

There’s a small silence. Not an awkward one though, as you look apologetically to Bruce, and he looks back at you with a reassuring and paternal look.

You smile back at him and feel strangely appeased. And when you turn to the rest of his Jason’s sibling, and they all smile to you. When you see Damian talking with your son about what does he think he got in his presents ?

You’re reassured.

You turn to Jason and...is that a troubled look on his face or are you just imagining ? Oh yeah no, you did just imagine it, as he brightly smiles at you and comes to wrap a tender arm around your waist.

“We can...leave if you want, you know ? To let you process everything ?” 

He says in your ear, and you turn to him, panicked as you answer : 

“God no ! I..need to think about something else right now ok ? And it’s Viggo’s birthday, he invited you guys, you can't go !” 

Jason nods, quite relieved, to be honest. He didn’t want to go. He wanted to stay and see Viggo’s cute smile as he blows his candles and open his presents.

But the arrival of Jess kind of...threw him off. Because no matter how much of an asshole that guy was, he seemed sincere when he said that he truly wanted to be part of Viggo’s life. And that was a good thing, right ? 

But as Jason’s gaze was drawn back to Viggo, he couldn’t help but feel a big pang in his chest. If Jess was back in yours and his life, what would happen to him ? Jason was already in too deep in love with you, and head over heals for your little boy, to just move on...

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The rest of your son’s birthday went perfectly well. Better than you ever expected actually, even with Jess coming to ruin everything. 

Well, actually your ex didn’t manage to ruin anything in the end, because this party was a true success ! And one of the main reason for that was your son himself. He seemed to have completely forgotten about his “father” coming back, as he took his spot at one end of the living room’s table. 

“Time for the candles !” 

He chirped happily, and you all sung him the traditional “happy birthday” song. 

“Make a wish baby !” 

You tell him, and...Yes. You know exactly what he wished for. You can see it in his eyes, as he goes from looking at you to Jason, and then to the rest of Jay’s family. You’re pretty sure you know what he wished for

He blows his candles, making a wish that he doesn’t say out loud because if he does, it won’t happen, right ? And then he turns to the pile of gift on the couch...

“Ya don’t want to eat some cake first ?” 

You ask, knowing perfectly that he won’t be patient enough for that, but also will want to be polite and will ask his guests first. Which is exactly what he does : 

“Um...You guys want...cake ?”

“Yes.”

They all say unanimously, and Viggo’s face falls. He really was expecting them to tell him he could open his gifts first. He looks absolutely crushed, and slumps back in his chair. He looks pitifully at you, and nods to the cake...and it makes the entire “bat family” feel bad that they made this little joke. 

Bruce looks utterly panicked, and it’s kind of a feat, to see THE Bruce Wayne that worried about hurting a kid’s feelings ! You quickly wonder if he was a dotting father to Jason, when he was younger...Probably. 

Damian, who’s the only one who actually didn’t answer “yes” glares at all of his family members. How DARE they make that sweet child sad ? And sure, being sad because he has to eat cake and can’t open his present yet is kind of very childish and...Oh but he IS a kid right ? So allow him be bummed out ! And therefor, Damian glares some more. 

Tim and Cass are properly mortified that Viggo didn’t seem to understand their jokes. It makes Cassandra want to speak soothing words to him, forcing herself to get out every words she can muster, while Tim freezes, not sure what to do or what to say because now he’s afraid he’ll only make the situation worst...Dick quickly says : 

“Oh kiddo, we were totally joking ! Of course you can open your gift now, the cake can wait !”

Viggo’s smile comes back at once, and it turns into a mischievous grin as he says : 

“Got ya ! You should see your faces, hilarious !” 

And then he jumps off his chair to rush to his presents. You and Jason (who by now was used to your son’s antics) roll your eyes as you witness Bruce, Dick, Tim, Damian and Cassandra’s “shocked” face as the kid completely played them, making them think he was actually sad. Damn it. Smart one. They really thought this little boy was...oh, all of a sudden all of Jason’s stories about this little smartass made sense ! 

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“...That’s fo-for me ?” 

Viggo asks, not quite sure he can believe his eyes as he holds a brand new PlayStation 4 in his hands, staring at it as if it’s the greatest thing he ever saw.

“Um, yes, yes it is. Jason said you didn’t have one...R-right ?”

It kind of totally adorable, to see Bruce Wayne stumbles on his word in front of your son, unsure if he did the right thing or not. 

It’s funny, as Jason looks at his father, he has a flashback at when he first arrived at Wayne’s Manor. Back then too, Bruce was quite stressed about doing the right things. Dick and Jason exchange a knowing look. Both of them “experienced” that shy side of Bruce...By the time Tim and Cass came in, Bruce kinda knew what he was suppose to do. 

But with Dick and Jason ? Oh he was so often confused. “Alfred, they can have ice cream for dinner, right ?” It was a lot of questions and not many answers. 

Jason looked fondly upon Viggo and his father interacting, and he was pretty sure he heard his heart slowly bursting when Viggo calmly settled his new PlayStation on a side, got on his feet, solemnly walked towards Bruce and asked politely :

“May I hug you ? Please ?” 

You were pretty sure you “awed” aloud too. Your son was such a sweet little man...You know that he wanted to rush to Bruce and hug the hell out of him, but since he didn’t know him very much and wasn’t too sure either of how to ask...It was just so cute, how he was being so serious while asking for a hug !

“Um...Yes. Yes of course.” 

And oh Bruce was in for a treat because when your son gave a hug ? He gave a hug. Your little boy says “thank you, sir” a bit formally and then...he lunges at Jason’s father with all his might, and circled his arms around the man’s neck tightly.

“Thank you so much for the PS4 I love it, oh my god thank you it’s too much I can’t accept it, thanks a lot for it ! I don’t think I can get it because it’s too much...but thank you !” 

Bruce answers to the hug by wrapping his own arms around your boy, and is even more confused than before as your son keep saying he can’t accept the gift, but that it’s also the best gift ever and he can’t wait to try it, while not being able to accept it...You chuckle and once again, you’re so proud to have raised such a cute little one, who understands the value of things. 

Of course, he’ll accept the PlayStation (you’ve never been able to afford one for him...), but you’re just so proud of him right now, for even thinking about refusing the gift because it’s a bit too much. You’re too happy he can finally have a console though. Of course, he wasn’t a poor little boy cause he didn’t have one, but it was nice, that for once, he could have the same things his classmates had. 

Viggo hugs Bruce for two long and cute minutes, and you can see the man slowly relaxing in your son’s arms. Too sweet for this world. When your boy finally let’s go, he smiles widely and then goes to hug his new PlayStation, repeating “I love it I love it” multiple times before he realizes it’s a bit rude to not open his other gifts...

He stands up and takes another one. 

“That’s from me !” 

Damian says with a smile, clearly eager to see the boy’s reaction. And when your son tears open the box...

“OH MY GOD !!” 

He yells, and then all you see is your little eight year old kid running around the living room screaming happily and...the hell did he just get ?

When your son finally calms down, and puts the box on the floor to then proceed on literally jumping on Damian, you finally see what’s the matter. 

“Cheese Viking VR”. A virtual helmet with the entire “Cheese Viking” game saga. It was suppose to be sold out, and new production for it was running slow, as the company didn’t expect to sell that many sets...It was probably a pain to find. No wonder, Damian looked so proud of himself ! 

Jason couldn’t believe his eyes, as he saw his bratty little brother hug Viggo back gladly, and smiling fondly at the kid. He knew they somewhat bonded when you meet them at the arcade room, but it was still a surprise. A pleasant one. 

Viggo finally calmed down a second time, and went to sit on the couch, saying :

“Ok guys, if you have any more of this kind of surprises, you need to tell me. Because I don’t think my heart can handle it right now...” your little one says, but it seems like Dick, Tim and Cassandra don’t think their gift will outmatch Bruce’s or Damian’s. 

But they’re wrong. They don’t outmatch it, no, but they make your boy as happy as the PlayStation and the Cheese Viking VR set. 

Tim gives him a “little chemist set”, and coincidentally, it was exactly the one that your son always wanted but that you could never afford...You had to tell Viggo to be patient, or he would have started experiencing there and there, forgetting the world around him. 

Dick gives him an electric skateboard with all the safety gears, and your son just couldn’t believe that this was just for him. He never saw that many toys and such in the same room ! All for him !! 

And when Cassandra gave him basically every single action figure in existence about his favorite TV show, you were pretty sure your kid was gonna faint right in the middle of the room. 

He gave away many hugs, and said the sentence “I can’t believe this is for me !” a hundred times. This was the first time in your life that you saw your son not having a smart come back ! It was quite something, really ! And oh it was so nice to see your son’s personality making everyone around him beam ! 

When you saw everyone together, gathered in that tiny living room, you wouldn’t believe that just a few hours ago you were all almost perfect stranger ! That this was your first meeting ! 

In fact, it felt like you’d been a family since the beginning of time. That Viggo was yours and Jason’s son, and that you were having his uncles and aunt, and his grandfather, over for his birthday...It really REALLY felt like it. 

It kinda freaked you out, when you realized this, but also made you incredibly happy. Because your boy ? He deserved to have great uncles and aunt, and a grandfather like the goddamn Bruce Wayne ! And most of all...a dad like Jason, who had absolutely no intention to ever leave (he made that clear on your first date). 

But for now, you shook those pleasant thoughts away, a bit afraid you were getting too carried away, and turned to Jason and your boy as it was your boyfriend’s turn to give him a present. Finally. 

“Um, seeing what everyone got you, I’m not sure my present will be that great...”

He says shyly, and you know it was a big deal when none of his siblings teased him about it. The wasn't as big as what his sibling’s or dad got for him, but you were pretty sure it made Viggo almost cry. 

It was just a simple notebook. At first, Viggo was very confused about it...until he opened it. And discovered that inside, all the pages were covered with “personalized gift cards” Jason drew himself.  

It almost made YOU cry too. It was so sweet, and personal, and Jason clearly put a lot of work into it ! It was full of little actives Viggo could do with “The Jason”. Some were simple, like just “a game of catch” or “an afternoon playing Cheese Viking”, while some others were rather big like : “going to see a Baseball match of your fav team at Gotham’s Stadium” or “A week-end in Disneyworld” ! 

Your son gave Jason the biggest hug he ever gave, and refused to let go for quite a while. And when he finally took a few steps from Jay, Viggo whispered :

“Thanks, dad.”

Which made Jason freeze. He was pretty sure he was the only one that heard Viggo used this word, and that the boy himself didn’t even realize what he had just say. What he had just done to Jason’s heart. 

Jason hadn’t felt this happy since before his death. Of course, you and Viggo made him extremely happy those past few months but right now, as the kid called him “dad” in the most natural way in the World...Jason’s heart just couldn’t stop beating. He felt the same way than that day Bruce told him he was going to adopt him. 

But his happiness was cut short by a dark thought slowly casting its shadow in his mind...

Jess.

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

Laying next to you in the bed he found himself sharing with you more often than not now, Jason couldn’t sleep.  

Probably because you went through a lot of emotions today, you were completely out and were lightly snoring next to him, unaware of his inner turmoil. Unaware that he was overthinking everything. Clinging to his arm sweetly. 

Jess’ arrival today, he realized now, touched him more than he initially thought. 

He didn’t want this jerk to slowly crawl in his thoughts, but he couldn’t help it. 

It was all because Viggo called him “dad”, and made him realize that...He wanted to be that kid’s dad. But he couldn’t really, could he ? Because he actually already had a father, and this father came back today, and was finally willing to come into his kid’s life.

Jason couldn't stop thinking about one thing...What if...What if his own father repented ? What if his own father decided to come back in his life, and start anew ? What if his own father didn’t get into the wrong criminal businesses and got killed, and came to Wayne Manor to ask for his son back ? 

Jason was pretty sure he would have forgiven him, because it was his dad. Sure Viggo’s and his situation were different. Jason did live with his father for a while when he was a kid, and with his mother, before leaving for Wayne Manor because they got killed. 

And both his parents were abusive and mistreated him...But still. If Viggo had the chance to have his dad back in his life, shouldn’t he take it ? No matter how much Jess screwed up ? Didn’t he deserve a second chance ? 

Jason couldn’t stop but think about “what if” his own parents got cleaned and came back for him. What if his own parents actually wanted him, and begged him to come back...What would Jason have done ? 

What would he have become ? Would his life get so fucked up ? 

Probably not. He wasn’t mad at Bruce anymore, and he knew that his adopted father loved him deeply...but if eight years old Jason had the choice to have a normal life, with normal parents, and to avoid this world of pain that he had to go through...Wouldn’t it have been fairer to take this chance ? 

If his parents came for him, if they did everything to get better and go on the path of redemption...Jason was pretty sure that he would have gone back to them, and it was a fact that then, he would never have died. He would never have been so angry. He would...

Ugh. It was so complicated. On one hand Jason viewed Bruce as his father, and only him, because he was the only one who ever acted as a father towards him. But what if his own father came back ? Wouldn’t have it been better for him ? 

Jason couldn’t sleep. He kept thinking over and over again about how genuine Jess looked. And how hurt Viggo looked when he threw that gift out of the window. 

Jay was pretty sure he was the only one who noticed it, but for a micro-second, Viggo looked like he was about to cry. Looked like he regretted throwing the gift away. And during his birthday, when he thought no one was looking, the boy kept looking back at the entrance door with a thoughtful look. 

“What if my own parents came back to get me and take care of me ? Would I forgive the years of abuse and would it be best for me to leave  with them to avoid the world of pain Bruce’s life brought me ?”

Sure, Jason willingly jumped into Bruce’s night life. Because for the first time in his life, he found someone that actually cared about him ! He wanted to make him proud ! Plus it was fun...but we all know how that ended. 

He kept thinking over and over again. He knew for a fact that Viggo could NOT come into his vigilante’s world. Ever. But then again, Jason knew he would never stop fighting crime. 

Maybe Viggo and you were better off without him, and instead would have a better chance at a normal life with...Jess ?

It hurt like hell, to realize that maybe that was it. That maybe it was better for both you and your son to stay away from him. 

It’s funny. So far, he had been kind of lying to himself, always thinking that he’d talk about this all Red Hood ordeal one day, in the future. Always saying he’ll tell you all about it “one day”. But never doing so because he knows that as soon as he says the truth, things will forever change. 

You and Viggo will be in danger all your life, just for being associated with him and...goddamnit what was he even thinking ?! That he could just have a family with you ? Be a dad to Viggo ? After only six months of relationship ?! 

He clearly didn’t think any of this through. He wanted, to be that kid’s dad. For the first time in his life he knew he was in love, he knew he wanted to spend his life with you...Six months or six years wouldn’t make any difference, he just knew his feeling would never change. He knew he didn’t want to touch anyone else but you. Kiss anyone else but you. Make love to anyone else but you. 

He knew he didn’t want to give his heart to anyone else but you...You and Viggo. He didn’t want to say anyone else’s name the way he said yours. He didn’t...He knew he would never love again the way he loves you. 

But this wasn’t about only him now, was it ? He couldn’t be that selfish, and thrust you into his dark world like that. What would you say, if you knew how many people he killed ? If you knew he actually died himself, and came back to life ? If you knew...the him from the night ? 

So far, things were blissful. Things were peaceful. Things were beautiful. 

Whenever he came over to your place, it felt like you, him and Viggo were a little family. It felt good, and so easy. 

But...Oh god ! He couldn’t believe he allowed himself to be seen THAT MUCH in public with his BROTHERS that day at the arcade ! When it was just you and him, or you, him and Viggo, it was fine, because he became an expert in being able to hide the fact he was Jason Todd-Wayne, one of Bruce Wayne’s heir. 

But Damian and Tim ? Everyone knew who they were wherever they went. Especially Damian, who looked so much like Bruce and had such amazing feature like his eyes or darker skin !  

Apparently no one saw you all together that day, as no picture had been released but...what if ? Then you would have become the face of every single newspaper in Gotham. Worst, Viggo would have been plastered everywhere ! 

That alone would put your life and your son’s life on the line ! Being associated with such a powerful family was quite something...but then if it turned “Gotham Official” between you two, he would HAVE to talk about Red Hood and then the threat would be doubled...

Jesus. This was all so painful. Everything. This all realization. 

The fact that Jess was now back in the picture and was really Viggo’s rightful father. And this all Wayne/Red Hood thing...He...he couldn’t do that to you, he couldn’t be that selfish...could he ?

You moved closer to him in your sleep, and threw one of your leg over his waist. And it’s with a heavy and painful heart that Jason softly kissed the crown of your head. Tenderly showered your face with peppered kisses...And resolved himself to take a harsh decision. 

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

The next day, you woke up to an empty bed. 

Which was odd. Usually, even if he would he awake before you, Jason would always still be in bed with you...Weird. 

You stood up and went to the kitchen and...here he was. He was making breakfast for Viggo. Cute. But...when he looked at you, did you see a flash of pain going through his eyes ? Or did you just imagine it ? You weren't sure. 

But when you went to kiss him to say “hello”, his kiss back felt strangely distant. Very unlike him. Usually, he would be so into it, and smile widely afterward...

“Ok I made some breakfast for you too. I’m sorry I have to run, I have important business back at home, see you later ?” 

“Um, ok...” 

He leaves with a quick “See ya Viggo”. No kiss goodbye to you, as he always gave you. And no kiss on your son’s forehead either. 

Odd. You and Viggo exchange a knowing look...

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

You tried to remember everything you did with Jason in the past few days that could have changed his mood that much. 

Jesus (Y/N) think, THINK ! 

But you couldn’t recall doing anything to Jason that would justify his behavior...Why, all of a sudden, was he always too busy to see you ? Why would he refuse to go out in public ? Why was he coming over less and less ? 

He kept telling you that is was because there was a lot of work back at Wayne inc but, so far, he always managed to make time for you...or were you just being jealous and too selfish because he spend less time with you ? 

Yes, that was probably it. You were being a kid, this was defenitely nothing and he would eventually stop being so busy. 

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

Jess called you back a few days after Viggo’s birthday, and you told him to fuck off. But he kept calling and calling and calling...

“Maybe you should give him a chance, you know ?” 

Jason’s words surprise you, and you turn a confuse look to him : 

“I told you what he did to us, right ?”

“Yes, but I’m a strong believer in everyone deserving a second chance.” 

His words kept fighting in your head, over and over again...

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

And Jason kept being busier and busier. Having less and less time for you and Viggo. It got even worst when you finally accepted for Jess to come and see you (not Viggo yet) and talk. 

Viggo was at school, and you were talking with Jess in your kitchen when Jason came in...He immediately apologized and though you said Jess was about to leave, Jason still left. 

And oh you hated that judgemental look Jess gave you, as if he was saying : “wow, great boyfriend you got there” ! 

Because Jason was great. He really was ! He was the damn best. He was the perfect boyfriend. He cared for your son, and was always so affectionate towards you ! He always had great thoughts, and was just so sweet ! 

He was perfect ! 

But...you guessed perfection didn’t exist, as you felt you and him were slowly growing apart more and more. 

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

You still refused for Jess to see Viggo, and to be honest, Viggo had no intention to see his dad anyway ! 

Jason heard you guys talk about it, as he came by one night...And the way Viggo’s face brighten when he saw Jay, and how he rushed to hug him finally gave Jason a good idea of what he had to do. 

For yours and Viggo’s good. 

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

He had to. He just had to. 

IT didn’t mean it made anything easier, but he knew it was the only way. 

He had to leave you..both of you. 

He had laid the ground work for a few weeks now, coming to see you and Viggo less often, and being much less attentive and affectionate to you both. 

It particularly tore his heart apart, to see Viggo’s cute little smile fall every time he said “not now buddy” when Viggo asked to play with him ! 

The worst was that time he refused to give him a hug because he said he was “late for work” (a lie), and that other time he said “can’t right now” when Viggo, full of hope, brought his little notebook he got for his birthday and basically tore a random “gift card” from it, clearly not caring what it was, and only wanting to spend time with Jason. 

It really, really hurt, that he had to do that...But at the same time, it was the only way. Because if Viggo was getting to attached to Jason, then he would never want to get to know his real father, Jess. 

If Viggo decided that Jason was his father...then he would eventually get dragged into this dangerous vigilante’s life. And that...Jason couldn’t let it happen. He’d rather die, than putting this little boy’s life in jeopardy. Or yours. 

And though it hurt more than anything in the world, acting that distant and cold toward both you and Viggo, he knew he had to. 

He had to...lay the ground work...To make you guys hate him. 

Make you realize he wasn’t actually a great boyfriend. Purposefully doing things he would never do usually, but doing them just because he knew it annoyed you.

And yet, he couldn’t quite seem to achieve this goal to make you guys even dislike him. Even when he pushed away on purpose; or when he was a bit rude. 

The truth was, he was never able to completely push you two away, or completely be heartless with you. Because he loved both of you with all his heart. 

He was deeply in love with you. And Viggo ? Oh Viggo, he found himself thinking of him as his “son” so many times ! 

But this was dangerous ! You both could never have a real life, if he kept going ! And Jess really seemed to want to get back in your life, and participate in Viggo’s upbringing. And even if he screwed up..maybe he had the right to have a second chance and get to know his own son ? 

Yes. Jason had to do it now. And quick. Rip the band-aid...

*********** 

“Jason, what are you saying ?” 

Your pained look almost convince him to backtrack. To not go forward with it. To tell you it’s just a silly joke and to kiss you with all his might. 

Oh and the look Viggo gives him, sat at the kitchen table, a bowl of cereal in front of him ? It tears him apart. It makes him wish he was still dead. Those innocent eyes slowly realizing that something bad is happening. 

But he can’t go back now. He has to go through with it. For your own good. To both of you...so what if you hate him ? 

“It’s just too much for me, ok ? Too much at the same time, all this.” 

He gestures at you and Viggo, and once again, he has to fight against himself not to go to both of you and give you a hug, apologizing profusely for what he just said and insinuated. 

But he knows...he knows that by using the exact same word Jess used in his letter all those years ago, he’d really break this bond you formed with him. 

“Too much ?” 

You ask, obviously trying to fight tears as you were understanding what the problem was more and more every seconds. 

This was what you feared since you started to date him. What you were terrified of as you realized you were completely in love with him, and that Viggo was getting very attached to (you were pretty sure he almost called him “dad” a few times by now). 

This was your worst nightmare. All over again...The man you love leaving you because a family is too much for him. 

“Yes. You and Viggo. And Jess now too..” 

“What about Jess ?” 

“Well it’s a bit too much ya know ? He’s part of your lives again and...”

“He is not part of our lives. Plus you’re the one that told me to give him another chance !” 

“Yes exactly ! And you did ! Now he’s part of your life wether you want it or not, and he wants to know Viggo so...”

“I don’t want to get to know him Jason, I don’t want to !” 

For the third time, he almost cracks. The tone his little boy just used...”his”. No. No he wasn’t his. He was Jess’s. And it was going to be better for him if the bond between him and Jason was cut. 

“Well you do whatever you want buddy, but ultimately he’s your dad and he wants to know you ! You know, I wish my dad came back for me when Bruce adopted me ! I really do !” 

This was a lie. With all his thinking, Jason came to the conclusion that he would never want another father than Bruce Wayne. No matter how easier his life would have been...But this was his choice, and he already came from a fucked up family and was a delinquent. While Viggo ? Viggo had a bright future ahead of him. 

He was cute and intelligent. He couldn’t come into the vigilante’s world... 

“Where are you getting at with all this, Jason ?” 

You already knew, of course. But you wanted him to say it. You wanted him to spell it out. To face you and tell you. 

“I’m getting at...I mean...I think...I think we should break up.” 

It’s as if someone just threw a bucket of freezing cold water over your head. And without realizing it...You fall on the nearest chair (Jason has to resist like hell for not suddenly running to you and see if you’re ok) and start to cry. 

You don’t even hear what Jason says next, but you know it’s all bullshit. Whatever he says. You know. He’s just trying to be nice and ease the break up, but if you’re being honest, you realized a while ago that he would leave. Because he became suddenly so cold...after Jess’s arrival, really. 

A few weeks ago. 

Since that day Jason became more and more distant. It was weird. It was so different from those past six months ! And you just couldn’t understand why the sudden change of heart...did he think you were going to leave with Jess ? Because he was your first love ? 

But you realized you had never loved anyone before Jason... 

Why was he suddenly...like this ? Didn’t he see you had no intention of ever going back to Jess ? And sure maybe you’ll let him see Viggo because after all yes, maybe he deserves a second chance at that “father’ thing but...couldn’t Jason see that your kid already decided who his real dad truly was ? 

You don’t even realize your son came to you until he presses his small smooth hands on your cheek, and wipe away your tears. 

“I think you should leave.” 

You hear Viggo say to Jason. And you wish you could say something but...you knew it. You knew since day one that if Jason Todd broke your heart, you would be a total mess. Worst than ever. And you really were. 

Damn. You felt so pathetic, moping on your kitchen table while your eight years old son tried to cheer you up. Took care of you. 

“Viggo I...” 

Jason was about to say that he still wanted to see the kid. Still wanted to be friend. He just couldn’t cut all ties, it was impossible...he knew it was a bad idea, but he just couldn’t let you two go. IN fact, he was slowly starting to regret his decision. 

But Viggo, looking up at him with eyes full of unshed tears, and clearly furious, made everything easier for him : 

“I said you should leave. You’ve done enough, don’t you think ?” 

He points at you, who seemed to not even be aware of what is happening around you right now. And oh geez you feel like such an idiot for ever even believing in all this...For believing that a perfect man like Jason could be with you, and help you raise your son the last of the way. For believing that you had another chance at love and at having a normal family. 

“And please don’t come back. Thank you.” 

This is it. This is the day Jason Todd dies a second time. 

He can feel it in his heart. He’s not alive anymore. 

He wants to reach for you, he wants to reach for Viggo...But he doesn’t. Instead, he takes his duffel bag that he prepared the night before, and leaves. Without even turning back once. 

And it’s good that he didn’t, because if he did, his resolve would have shattered. He would have thrown himself on the floor and beg for yours and your son’s forgiveness, say that he wasn’t thinking straight...or tell you the truth ! The all truth ! Why he was leaving right now ! 

Because it’s better for both of you...It’s to save your life...

Oh but if he had turned to look one last time at you, he would have realized he wasn’t saving anything. On the contrary. As you softly cried uncontrollably, not able to get a hold of yourself while you were known to never wallow in self-pity...You always got back up on your feet. Always moved forward. 

For your son. But today...today, even as you see that your tears are really distressing him, you can’t stop crying. Because you feel it in your heart, in your bones...you just lost the love of your life. 

And Viggo ? Viggo, for the first time in his short eight years on this earth, he realizes how painful it is, to not have a dad. 

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Hope you liked this ! It is currently 7 am and I stayed up ALL night to finish this...(while watching the oscars so I got distracted, but said oscars were over two hours ago so...yeah). I hope it’s not too...bad. I must admit, I’m VERY scared to disappoint you...In the end, I’m glad I stayed up so late (or early, depends on the point of view), cause I’m gonna now go hide in my bed.

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Chapter 4: Proxy War

Chapter summary: Alexis and Alex head to the second part of the mission: destroy General Barkov’s airbase. (2953 words)

Warnings: mentions of PTSD, anxiety and bruises.

26 OCTOBER 2019, 1900 "Alexis" and "Alex", Codename Aces CIA with Urzik Militia Al-Raab, Urzikstan.

First day into the assignment and Alexis had already received two generous gifts.

A fresh pink and red bruise rested just above her elbow, courtesy from the soldier earlier. Travelling further up her left tricep was another strip of exposed flesh, from a bullet that grazed her while they were running for their lives. She scoffed at the addition of new injuries, hastily ripping off a gauze to bandage the wound and hoped they wouldn't scar.

Struggling single-handedly, she managed to roughly rip a jagged piece of gauze. Almost thoughtlessly plastering it against her bare flesh, when without warning, her pathetic excuse of a bandage was snatched from her.

Alex loomed over her seat, crossing his arm. She scooted over the table she sat on. He chastised, "Don't underestimate these flesh wounds. They are small but nasty, especially in dusty environments like Urkzistan. Takes little to get infected."

"This is why I rarely get assigned to places like these." She mumbled dejectedly, watching him patch her up perfectly.

Alex had feather light touches for such a muscular man. She teased, to which he placed a finger on her forehead and pushed. He was more tender only when it came to her, a fact that everyone knew. Moments later, he proudly patted his handiwork. Alex lowered to eye level with the bandage, pouting smugly.

Alexis frowned at his suspicious behaviour.

"A kiss for your booboo?"

'Dumb ass.' Alexis sent an unforgiving hard flick! to his forehead. He snickered, rubbing the red spot.

Hadir entered the room with a few fighters, a brief pause in his steps upon witnessing their close proximity, "Alena... How are your wounds?"

From her peripheral vision, Alex subtly bit his lip and roughly tossed the bunch of bandage into the medkit. "Not Alena– " She placed an easing hand over his to silence him.

"I'm still alive. Are we ready?"

"Always about work, Alexis. You hardly changed." Hadir's gaze followed their intertwined hands and chuckled, somehow amused by their reactions. "I set up shop on the edge of Barkov's base. Keep those fucking dogs in check. Friends close, enemies closer. No grenades, so we improvise."

He handed them bottles of molotov cocktail. Impressive, for what scraps it was made out of. Alex echoed the same sentiment.

"What, you think we fight this war with sticks and stones?"

Sensing the pricks in Hadir's words, she quickly hopped off the table and patted Hadir's back. "With sharpened sticks and a big enough stone, why not?"

They followed Hadir to the roof. "You are too optimistic, Alexis." She laughed at that statement. "Those bastards only understand violence... So I show them violence."

"Violence is not a catalyst, it is a diversion. Too much of it, the evil it does is permanent, Hadir."

"You'd have to send me more English dictionaries, Alexis." Hadir cheekily replied in his mother tongue. "Barkov has an air force, so we have one too. RC planes loaded with C4."

Witnessing the unfamiliar grittier edge in Hadir, Alexis thought back to her first encounter with the siblings. It wasn't hard to read Hadir, the man was practically wearing his heart on his sleeves. One could say that pointed to a certain amount of naivety, but she liked it, a kind of genuine rare in their line of work.

Headstrong, direct, loyal, three words used to describe Hadir and it would be the truest thing one could hear. Like his sister, Hadir didn't quite fit in the mold. Five years ago, the lieutenant possessed a vivid sparkle in his eyes that was lacking in his sister. Always eager for a fight, a true never-backing-down-spirit. Today, the light dulled.

But what would she know? Perhaps that was the unfortunate cost of living in a civil war.

When they reached the roof, the sun had long set, leaving behind a cast of darkness that enveloped the sky. Even in nightfall, Urkzistan still felt like a hundred degrees, but the staggered waves of wind did some to alleviate the heat.

Alex and Alexis each grabbed a remote controller for the RC planes, crashing it into the army's helicopters. There was some excitement in using amateur, yet creative equipment like these, evident in her uncharacteristically large grin. "Good hunting."

"Stay low. The airbase is ahead."

The drones flew over the hill to the airbase's tarmac. Using the bird's eye view, she expertly memorized the tarmac's landscapes before crashing her drone into a target. The remaining helicopters exploded upon impact, illuminating the night sky in a series of twisted fireworks.

"Good flying, brothers and sisters... Let's get down there." Farah praised, a smile at bay. Weapons in hand, they hopped down to the airbase's perimeter.

"Airbase perimeter is dead ahead! Second team will cover us with the cannon." Hadir yelled over the sounds of the explosions.

Alexis subconsciously reloaded her M4A1 while Alex requested for air support. His words barely registered in her brain as a bout of anxiety hit her, feeling choked. Her grip tightened on her rifle, forcing big intakes of oxygen into her burning lungs. She quickly released her fingers in an attempt to fulfil the urge to feel the Earth under her, big handfuls of sand, dirt and grass.

Her heart thudded painfully in her throat, telling herself, 'You're okay. You're okay, you're here. Breathe.'

"Copy, 3-1. I'm tasking an unmarked gunship to your position, stand by." A muffled reply from her comms grounded her back into reality, she was here, this was happening.

Alexis hurriedly looked around, everyone else was too focused on the plan to notice her. Like it never happened, she forced herself to swallow the thickness in her throat, and along with that, her fear. She packed her emotions into a box and pushed it far into the back corner of her mind.

Alexis placed her all her focus, hyper-fixated on one thing: survive.

"Roger that," Alex replied, crouching beside Alexis. They were surrounded by the full force of the militia. Their spirits were contagious, feeding her a much needed level of adrenaline and confidence.

"Get ready! We attack their armories, take their weapons, and take their airfield! Cousins– we fight to free Urzikstan and take back our country. For Urzikstan!" A mortar cannon fired to breach the airfield's perimeter walls. That was it, upon Farah's orders, everyone sprinted, guns blazing into the south wall of the airbase.

It was like clockwork, shooting, running and hiding behind covers. She slipped back into familiarity, the anxiety in her dissolved and overtook by a rush need for survival and adrenaline.

The two CIA agents worked seamlessly, benefits from the countless missions that shaped their chemistry. She glared at Alex, annoyed when he stole her shot. He shrugged, firing his rifle while branding an excuse. Truthfully, he just liked to piss her off.

"You were distracted."

"I'll give you something to be distracted about." Her words mixed with more tautness than normal, but in the midst of all that blood and fighting, Alex didn't pick up on it.

"Hm. Wouldn't be the first time."

Alexis specially took a break from firing to throw her middle finger up. She aimed her carbine at the snipers on the watchtower opposite her. Two sharp bursts later, they lifelessly fell over the tower.

"Good job, Alexis! Watchtower is clear! Move in, move in!" Farah yelled and they pushed further into the base. Following behind Farah's team, Alexis and Alex flanked left, two sharpshooters ridding of enemy hostiles within seconds.

The enemy backup came instantly —two helicopters hovering over the airbase. The heavy fire forced them behind a tiny wooden crate. Lucky for them, Hadir's plan was foolproof. He loaded just enough RC planes, and more. Alex took remote control of the RC planes.

Seeing their cover was so small, Alex immediately shielded her with himself, hugging her as tightly as he could to minimize their exposure. Alexis quickly reached for a Molotov but paused. A crafty smirk as she kicked around for the biggest piece of concrete she could throw. She looped a tactical rope over the rock.

"Take the southeast one, this one's mine!" She ordered, blindly nudging Alex's knees and pointed at the helicopter just 300 yards shy from their position.

"With a rock?" Alex bewilderedly asked, multitasking while controlling the RC planes.

"Mind your business, I'm a good shot. Remember Cairo...?" Alexis trailed off to close her right eye in concentration.

"Unfortunately."

She filtered through the comms, "Hadir! Watch this!"

Eyeing for the tail rotor (the weakest link in a helicopter), she used the length of the rope as torque, then released. The heavy weight of the rock propelled it forward, the rope entangled among the spinning blades before the block of concrete broke its spin. Small sparks ignited as the blades came in contact with the object. Within seconds, the tail rotor failed, causing the helicopter to spin uncontrollably.

It crashed into a flower of sparks and fire. Alex whistled lowly in admiration at the sight, a mumbled 'damn' escaping from his lips.

"What did I say about finding a big enough stone?"

"Well played, I guess you don't have to send me more books, Alexis!"

"Visual learner, then." Lady Luck certainly was shining down bright on her, blessing her with good timing and that majority was the work of the pilot's own anxiety. Not that she would ever tell. She winked at Alex, jerking her head at the other destroyed chopper.

A number of militia members also witnessed the fiasco, all shouting Arabic words of praises. Her stunt did wonders to renew their fighting spirits. They pushed right towards the first armory.

Alexis waited for the most apposite timing before sprinting to her next cover, flawlessly lodging bullets in the new waves of snipers on a hangar's roof. She spotted a distinct red building. "3-1, got eyes on the armory."

"Copy that, I see it too. Two tangos, let's drop 'em." They cleared the armory for reloading.

"Good work, both of you! Regroup outside! Tarmac is through the gate. Everyone to the gate!"

Alexis was a phoenix on the battlefield. Her presence mighty, fearless and deadly within a single shot. Years of experience flowing in her blood, every move was calculated and precise. One shot, one kill, she dropped targets effortlessly. She knew exactly where and when to shoot, throw a grenade or to advance. It was compelling to see her move.

It had been longer than five minutes and yet, their air support still was nowhere near them. She was growing impatient, this tarmac was the turning point vital for their success. As another round of hellfire rained down, more of their own got caught in the crossfire. They helplessly watched as grunts of pains called out, watching comrades pierced with rounds of ammunition dropped dead beside them.

"Saint to Watcher, we are taking heavy fire from enemy helis! Get us that air support, now!" The chopper was late, and the agent was furious watching others pay the price. She'd be damned if she cared if her tone was 'appropriate'.

Switching to a crawling position, a sudden pain shot from her arm. She groaned mid-shot, knowing the bandage came loose and her dive roll into the sand and dust did not help. She stayed to clear stragglers while the rest pushed through the barracks to advance further into the tarmac.

"Sister! The tarmac is ahead of us!"

"I see it! Brother, get us more planes in the air!" Hadir tried, but in a turn of events, the militia's safehouse was under attack.

Fuck. She didn't like how the tables were turning. They really needed that damn helo.

"My planes are down. We need air support. If you guys really want to help us, now is the time!" Hadir pleaded.

Alex nodded reassuringly, "We have a helo on the way! We're on our own until then! Where's the last armory?"

"In that hangar across the tarmac! We take it and the base is ours!"

"Roger that! Saint," Alex called for her. "Race you there."

"Rog." She replied lazily, pushing herself off the ground and charged to the next armory. "Let's end this."

Alexis ran past the second hangar, where Farah and her soldiers were successfully sweeping up the enemies. Catching her breath, she met an awaiting Alex outside the armory, a displayed triumphant smirk since he reached first.

Hushed whispers came from inside, revealing their headcount. In the same formation, they boosted each other on top of the armory to reach a latch. On the count of three, Alexis used all her strength to open the heavy latch door for Alex to snipe the three soldiers.

"Last armory is secure. Resupply on us." Alex commented. Both of them busied refilling their ammunition. She caught with ease as Alex tossed an unloaded sniper rifle. Her lips curved upwards approvingly. "A Windrunner...? You are too good to a lady, Echo 3-1..."

Alex watched her hands appreciatively glided along the .50 BMG's body with a grin, knowing it was her perfect weapon. Her happiness was short lived when the airbase power was cut off, leaving them in the dark. He shrugged as she returned it and left. Without a thermal scope, it was useless to them.

"I hear incoming!" Farah alerted as more tanks rolled up to the hangar. Alexis cursed, this was never ending without their helos.

"Shit! Alexis, we could really use some help here!"

Her comms sounded, "Echo 3-1, Viper 1-1 on approach. Ready for tasking. What's your position?"

'Oh hell yes', she thought, immediately ceasing fire and slumped on the ground to regain her energy.

"Viper, this is 3-1. God damn good to hear your voice!" Alex conveyed in relief. "Friendlies in the hangar, taking fire from troops on the tarmac. You are cleared hot!"

"Farah, Hadir! Get your people to stay inside the hangar!" Alexis shouted, pointing at the helo. The siblings nodded in gratitude.

"Saint to Viper, did you take a nap or something?" Alexis thought she recognized Viper's voice and callsign. Beside her, Alex almost had a cardiac arrest from her unexpected accusatory tone.

Instead, a chuckle came from the receiving end. "Saint! We ran into a little fuel situation at baseplate. How many times must I save your pretty ass?"

Alex glanced questionably. 'He had a crush' she mouthed, waving dismissively. Alex rolled his eyes in response, of course he did.

All of them remained in the hanger while Viper cleaned up. As they looked around, their headcount was drastically reduced. This sucked —she hated this part. The part where they paid the price, a hefty one, even for the victorious.

A sudden burst of gunfire shot into the hangar, barely missing the lot. "Jesus!" Alex commented, equally taken aback.

Alexis yelled into the comms, "Viper, do you mind doing a little landscaping – a tank right outside the hangar! Pretty sure we almost fucking died!"

"Copy. Anything for you, Saint." Alexis was about to call Viper out for his inappropriate comments, but since Viper was the one saving their asses, she stopped and settled for an unsatisfying eye-roll. From the annoyed expression, it was clear Alex felt the same.

After a few rockets and hellfire from Viper, they successfully claimed the airbase. "All targets destroyed. Tarmac is cleared of enemy movement, over." She looked to Farah, a warm smile slipping on the commander's face.

They won. They took the airbase and shoved it where it would hurt Barkov. Without air support, his army would face tremendous setbacks.

"Solid copy, Viper 1-1. Appreciate the high heat, don't be a stranger." Alex thanked.

"Never by choice, 3-1. Nice to hear from you again, Saint, hope to see you at the next one! Viper, out."

"Don't I know it! Echo and Saint, out." Alex interjected before she could even touch her comms.

Walking through the empty airbase, her adrenaline pumped at the sweet taste of victory. For Alex and her, victory was probably their only constant. The taste no longer revelled on their tongues the same way it used to —watered down after hundreds of missions. To them, today would have been just another victory tucked under their belts.

But for the Liberation Force, they were a step closer to freeing themselves from the cage Barkov ruthlessly shoved them in.

As Alexis, Alex, Hadir and Farah surveyed the scene of their victory, a once foreign feeling of contentment coursed through her veins. From the look on Alex's face and the way he ethnically perched his arm over her, he definitely felt that way too.

"So you do kill Russians." Hadir said jovially.

"Only the bad ones."

Hadir looked to them sincerely. "Today was a great victory for Urzikstan. Thank you, brother and sister."

"We make a good team." Alex passed a genuine smile, proud.

Alexis huffed, looping her arms around the siblings endearingly as if to stake her claim. Her uncharacteristic affection shocked him, even though he was aware of their history. "Welcome to the team, Alex."

Farah smiled. "Yes, we've bought time, but Barkov will retaliate."

"So will we." Hadir finished. They'd be more than ready.

They had no idea where this war was going to take them. However, one thing was for sure. When they were done with this assignment, Roman Barkov would be dead. It was a promise they swore upon.

Farah glanced at her team. After today, they were comrades.

a/n: sorry this was a very technical chapter. peep alex's silent jealous streak tho... masterlist here. want to be tagged? let me know!

[thermopylod]

Souyo kiss meme …on a place of insecurity.

Imperfect

Souyo, pre-relationship, 1.5k

Yu was kneeling at the table in his bedroom, distractedly folding some origami cranes while he waited for Yosuke to finish showering. His room here in Tokyo wasn’t as big as the one he’d had in Inaba, but he had his own TV with his console hooked up to it, and enough space for two futons side-by-side; all the essentials for a great weekend. Yosuke’s bag, bright orange and teal, sat by the door still unpacked. Yu kept glancing at it; Yosuke’s visit had been a last minute gift from his parents for good grades on his last exams, and Yu still couldn’t quite believe his best friend was actually here.

Moving back to Tokyo hadn’t been horrible; there was always something to do here, new books to buy, delicious restaurants to try. The problem was that despite all the crowds he walked through every day, or perhaps because of them, Yu was lonely. His new friends were more of acquaintances and they rarely met outside of school. Rise and Naoto were both in town, but they were so busy balancing a third year courseload with their jobs that they’d only managed to squeeze in one dinner together so far. Having Yosuke here for two whole days with nothing planned but spending time together was going to be awesome… if Yosuke ever got out of the shower, that was.

After another ten minutes, Yosuke finally came back into the room with a towel around his shoulders and nothing more than boxers on.

“Maaaan,” he sighed loudly, ���that felt good. Traveling sucks. Next time, you’re coming to Inaba.”

Yu stared at the water sliding off Yosuke’s hair and down his neck. A drop splashed onto the floor, startling him out of his trance.

“Hey, don’t get water all over my room,” he warned.

Yosuke reached up to touch at his hair, a mischievous smile breaking out on his face when he realised it was still dripping.

“Oh?” he asked innocently, coming to stand over Yu. “You mean you don’t want a free shower?” Saying that, he shook his head, sending droplets flying all over Yu and his paper cranes.

“Ah! You dick,” Yu said, laughing and rolling aside to try to dodge the water.

Yosuke came closer, clearly intent on continuing his attack, but Yu froze as he noticed Yosuke’s leg.

“What’s that?”

There was a large scar running down the front of Yosuke’s left thigh. It didn’t seem recent, but it was still very visible.

Yosuke looked embarrassed, turning aside and flushing a bit as he replied. “I broke my leg falling off the top of a swing when I was a kid, had to get surgery.”

“I’ve never seen it before!” Yu said, almost accusingly. They were supposed to be best friends, best friends didn’t keep secrets about huge scars on their legs.

“...Yeah, I keep it hidden it usually. Not exactly a good look,” Yosuke replied, still sounding ashamed. He stepped forward, presumably to grab his bag, but Yu grabbed his leg and held him in place.

Leaning forward, he traced a finger down the scar, surprised at the rough texture of the skin. Yosuke shivered at his touch, and without really planning it, Yu leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the middle of the scar.

“Partner?!”

Yu dropped Yosuke’s leg like it was on fire and scooted away frantically. “I, um, I—sorry!”

“Dude, what was that?” Yosuke asked, staring at him.

“It’s…” Yu scrubbed a hand over his face, feeling an uncharacteristic blush rising in his face. “It’s, how you kiss injuries on little kids so they’ll feel better? Well, um. That.”

“Uh, you know I’m not a kid, right? Anyway, it doesn’t hurt. Happened like ten years ago.”

“I know,” Yu replied, wishing he could teleport anywhere but here. “But…emotionally.” He whispered the last, hoping Yosuke wouldn’t hear it and feeling forty-five shades of ridiculous.

“Emotionally??”

“I’m sorryyy,” Yu moaned as he finally gave in to his urge to hide, folding up on himself and putting his head in his arms. He was such a weirdo, he finally had his friend around after months apart and here he was making it absolutely, completely awkward because of his goddamn dumb mothering instinct.

Yosuke didn’t reply right away, leaving Yu to grow more anxious. Suddenly, a weight draped itself over Yu’s back, and Yosuke burst out laughing.

“Oh my god, partner. You tried to kiss my emotional booboo away?”

Yu tried to burrow even deeper into his arms. He was going to die right here, of pure embarrassment. Yosuke wouldn’t even let him die in peace, prying him back upright while still laughing.

“C’mon, stop hiding. It’s not that big a deal. Kinda nice, really.”

“Nice?” Yu said incredulously.

“Well, not like, the k—kiss, Yosuke said, stumbling over the word, “but, you know. Wanting to help. You’re the first person to see this scar in years.”

“Really? What about gym class? Or the onsen!” Yu asked, now realising it was odd he’d never seen it before, as he and Yosuke had changed side-by-side often enough back in Inaba.

“Pff,” Yosuke scoffed. “What do you take me for, an amateur? I wrap my towel just right at the onsen to hide it, and in gym class I always pick a locker in a corner so I can change with no one looking at me.”

“Oh. I never noticed… Why do you hide it, anyway? It’s not that bad.”

Yosuke looked down at his own leg, running a hand over the scar. “I know it may be surprising considering how awesome I am now,” he winked, “but I wasn’t a very cool kid back in elementary. My parents would give me these awful haircuts that made my hair stick straight out of my head like some deranged porcupine, and I was always kinda daydreaming and missing what people’d said … figured I wasn’t gonna give anyone any extra ammo to make fun of me. You know how kids are, they’d have called me ‘frankenstein’ all year or something. Got a little better when I started picking my own haircuts and clothes and all that, but… I dunno. I guess I was used to hiding it by then.”

“So why’d you let me see it now, then?”

Yosuke pushed his bangs up off his forehead and shrugged.

“Felt kinda dumb sneaking around in a towel when you already know all my deepest secrets, I guess. It’s not like you’d judge me.”

“Of course I wouldn’t,” Yu agreed, “ and anyone who would isn’t worth the time of day.”

“I s’pose.”

“Actually, I bet you could use it to your advantage. Make up a cool story about it, like… ‘I got caught in the middle of a knife fight in a dark alley and I used my leg to protect someone from an attack!’ The girls would be all over you.”

Yosuke snorted.

“What, you don’t like my story? Fine, what about this then: ‘I donated my femur to a dying child and saved their life.’”

“You can do that?!”

Yu gave Yosuke a flat stare. “No. Obviously not. Why would a dying kid need your femur? And how would you walk without it?”

“Right, of course. Heh, I totally knew that,” Yosuke replied, looking intently away at what was apparently a very interesting section of wall.

Yu wondered, as he regularly did, how his best friend could be both so smart and yet so very dumb.

“Ok, I have a serious one—‘I got attacked by a shark and it tore my leg open.’ Sounds cool, but not like you get into fights.”

“A shark that perfectly tore a straight line in my thigh, but didn’t attack any other part of me?” Yosuke patted Yu’s shoulder comfortingly. “Maybe stick to telling the truth when you try to flirt with girls, partner.”

“Whatever, my ideas are great,” Yu replied with a pout.

Yosuke ignored him, standing and toweling his hair off at last before pulling pajamas out of his duffle bag.

“Now, are you ready to get your ass kicked at Star Forneus, or what?”

Yu reached over to turn his TV on and grab his controllers. “You keep telling yourself that.”

Yosuke returned to sit next to him, now fully clothed, and knocked their shoulders together as the game booted up.

“Thanks, yeah?”

“Hmm? What for?”

“Just… being you, I guess,” Yosuke replied a bit cryptically. “Always saying the right thing. Don’t change, partner.”

It wasn’t usual for Yosuke to be so direct about his feelings; he tended to show his affection with actions rather than put it in words. It left Yu struggling to put together any sort of reply. He didn’t always say the right thing, obviously. He did try his best, though, and knowing Yosuke noticed, and appreciated it, made him feel a strange warm emotion he couldn't quite place. He was so distracted that Yosuke knocked his character out in approximately 3 seconds flat, snapping him out of it. It was all well and good to be vulnerable and emotionally open but his pride as a Forneus champion was on the line here, and he’d be damned if he was going to letting Yosuke take the lead.

“Lost your touch, partner?” Yosuke said mockingly.

“Oh, just try and catch me! I’m gonna grind your bones to jelly!”

[ao3 link if you wanna kudos/comment there!]

[rezares]

Spill The Tea || Aurora and Fadela Kasraoui-Muller

tl;dr: Reza’s dumb ass leaves something incriminating lying around, and the middle sibling is thrilled to spill some tea.

@spindlesandrosethorns 

WORD COUNT: 3036

DATED: August 22, 2019

FADELA KASRAOUI-MULLER 

 If you asked Fadela (which nobody ever did) she would tell you her older brother was Booboo The Fool. Lucky for the world, Fadela wasn’t a woman who sat still and waited for her cue to speak, so she made her opinion on her brother known regardless. To his face, no less.

 Had she been born a Hamdi instead of a Fadela he would have punched her. But Reza was too noble to hit a woman, even one who he knew could and would hit him back twice as hard, or who sometimes hit him first when the mood was right. 

 Her dumbass brother sometimes needed a mild ass-kicking to get his shit together. She was always happy to oblige. 

 And in true Booboo The Fool fashion Reza had done the one thing you’re not supposed to do with someone else’s unrequited love and acknowledged it. Not only did he acknowledge it, but he confronted it head on. Like a car crash. And yallah. The fallout was simply glorious!

 Er, no Fadela. That’s bitchy. We’re working on our empathy these days.

 Correction: the fallout provided astounding reagents for Fadela to collect on the sly, but was simply tragic for poor Aurora. Not origin story of a serial killer tragic but certainly origin story of an old spinster worthy. 

 How she still managed to face him at least twice a week to study magic was beyond her. If Fadela had a heart to be broken, she couldn’t face the man who broke her heart so casually for the sake of honesty. What was Reza trying to accomplish anyway? Clear some guilty conscience?

 “Psh. Idiot.” Fadela snorted aloud, going back to reading the grimoire in her little corner of the workshop.

 Aurora

 Aurora had almost gotten used to having a broken heart.

 It no longer horrified her to see the black bruises and fissures spread out across her chest and shoulders. She was used to the dull pain being around Reza and Sabiha caused her. She had stopped trying to force herself to smile.

 It wasn't a good thing to be used to, but being accustomed to it meant the pain couldn't take her by surprise anymore. Especially since she was being stupid and coming back at least twice a week to have her heart broken again.

 She still let herself in, only now she didn't announce herself with a warm greeting. Her entrances now were silent things; just a shadow making herself at home where she would never belong. Once her things were dropped by the front door of the workshop, Aurora made her way quietly through the cottage. It was still a mess from the last lesson, and she sighed softly as she began to straighten up before Reza could join them. She waved a hello to Fadela, then got to work.

 The cottage was nearly neat and tidy again when Aurora went to put some jars left on Reza's desk back on the shelf, and was surprised to find a picture of a man she had never seen before staring up at her from under the jar. Something about his portrait set off warning bells in the back of Aurora's mind - a sixth sense she had picked up not from magic, but from a lifetime of observing from the sidelines - and she began to clear the desk even further.

 Was it probably an invasion of privacy? A little. But desk tops were fair game, Reza knew that. He so rarely told her anything, less so now than before, so she had to get her information in other ways.

 FADELA KASRAOUI-MÜLLER

 Fadela waved back at her brother’s apprentice but otherwise paid her about as much attention as one does a fruit fly. Ears tuned for buzzing, but not particularly interested. 

But the buzzing didn’t come. 

Odd, Fadela had to admit, but again — fruit fly. It’s not that Fadela didn’t like Aurora (she didn’t like anybody) it was just Aurora didn’t come around for her.

While Aurora shuffled things on Reza’s workstation, Fadela was immersed in her own work. 

 AURORA

Aurora didn’t have to dig far at all to find the rest of the paperwork to go with the picture, which was better for her sense of guilt if anything else. This wasn’t buried, this wasn’t hidden. Just… forgotten.

Why did Reza have a picture of a man with such sinister eyes on his desk?

There was a whole folder that followed the picture, and Aurora sat at Reza’s desk - which often doubled as hers as well - as she began to flip through it. News clippings, hand written notes, maps - most written in what Aurora recognized as Reza’s personal code. It wasn’t something Aurora knew how to translate by any stretch of the imagination, but she had seen his notes often enough to pick up familiar words. Sorcerer… Tunisia… missing....

Aurora flipped through the pages quirker now, until she found an article in English, printed off an international news website. The article was about the death of a family of five in Tunisia, outlining all but the most brutal of details and still making Aurora’s skin crawl regardless. Some talk about the crime, the investigation, and then, a single, fuzzy shot from a security camera…

The same man from the portrait, looking dead ahead as he was caught, mid-pace leaving the crime scene.

Aurora’s stomach bottomed out, the young woman flipping back to the map and looking at the littering of ‘x’s and ‘o’s across its surface, like Reza was tracking something… or someone.

That thought was enough to get Aurora out of her chair, crossing over to Fadela’s workspace and setting the photo down in front of her. “Who’s this?” she asked quietly.

 FADELA KASRAOUI-MÜLLER

A rustling of papers had reached her ears but was just as quickly forgotten. The sorcerers shared a desk, it wasn’t uncommon for them to read the other’s work. 

It wasn’t until a photo of a sorcerer Fadela hadn’t seen in years appeared in front of her that she thought ah, I should’ve turned around. Then again it was her idiot brother’s own fault. Shouldn’t have left the Mekki file laying about. Did he forget so easily how meddlesome his apprentice was?

The older woman tsked and shook her head at the photo before casting a sideways glance at Reza’s desk. 

“I see the dumbass left his murder file out in the open again.”

 AURORA

 Shockingly, Aurora wasn’t in the mood for the patented Kasroui-Muller brand of Cryptic Sarcasm and Nonanswers.

 “Not a name, Fadela,” she said, not moving the picture from the desk or her eyes from Fadela. “Who is this man and why does Reza have an encoded ‘murder file’ on him.”

 FADELA 

Ah, well. If her brother left his dirty laundry out for the world to see, was it really a crime for Fadela to organize it?

“Mekki Masmoudi. He was the old Rory, once upon a time.”

 AURORA

Mekki Masmoudi?

(Put that on the list of names Aurora’s Accent wouldn’t let her pronounce.)

Aurora took the photo slowly back, looking at the face staring back at her and feeling dread dripping down her spine. The old Rory… he must have been one of Reza’s old apprentices, then. He'd mentioned he'd taught a few. But then…

"Define 'murder file'," she asked, not looking away from the picture.

 FADELA

“Did I fucking stutter?” The middle Kasraoui-Müller sibling deadpanned, spinning around in her spinny chair to look at Aurora.

Fadela crossed her arms over her chest and gestured to Reza’s desk with her chin. Oh, he was so lucky his young apprentice who just idolized him couldn’t read Arabic. If only she knew what Fadela knew. 

And if Aurora asked the right questions she’d tell her. 

“I mean, Reza’s hunting him like a deer. And intends to kill him.”

 AURORA

Seriously, the sass? Unnecessary. Aurora silently rolled her eyes, giving Fadela a flat look when she spun around. She waited for older woman’s reply, and her eyes went wide at the blunt answer. Reza intended… to what?

Her eyes jumped back to the file, to the article she had left on the top on the desk. A family of five, killed in their home. By a man Reza had taught. She had only skimmed the article, hadn’t gone too deep into the details until her stomach had turned, but if Reza was trying…

Had he…. Was Mekki using magic to kill people?

“I…” Aurora said softly, mind churning rapidly. Questions breeding questions upon questions such that Aurora didn’t even have time to ask the first bunch. 

Just ask a question! Reza… he could be callous, but he wasn’t cruel. He was a good man; she still believed that. There had to be a reason!

“How long has Reza been hunting him?” Aurora asked quietly.

 FADELA

The older woman watched as the wheels turned in the younger’s head, briefly glancing longingly at the gorgeous wisp of Pure Panic that floated from her that Fadela knew better than to leap up and bottle. It’s only make her angry.

“Mm. Mekki went Dark about se...ven? Seven years, yeah. Reza even hunted him from his hospital bed and wheelchair in Austria.”

Reza was many things, but he didn’t half-ass anything. Even his murder plans.

 AURORA

Seven years. That was barely a year after Sabiha had been born. For a moment, Aurora imagined how terrifying it must have been to have an infant daughter and a murder happy apprentice running around, and suddenly the murder file made a little more sense.

Aurora dropped into her seat, resting her head in the hand that wasn’t holding Mekki’s photograph. This was… a lot. “Let me guess, he’s not going to authorities because the government is anti-Magick trash,” she sighed after a moment, tossing Mekki’s photo on to the desk before pressing both hands together over her mouth. So. The man she was (against all better judgement) in love with was actively hunting down a murderer to kill him and exact vigilante justice.

Oh, her life was so much fun!

“If… if the file is out, does that mean he found new information?” she asked after several silent minutes. She wasn’t sure why Fadela was being so forthcoming, but hopefully, she could get just a few more answers out of her.

 FADELA

Did it mean that? Not necessarily. Sometimes when Reza drank the file came out. Alcohol could make him particularly eager to graffiti Hammamet with Mekki Masmoudi’s blood. This time though? 

“Oh habibi. He’s closing in on the sick bastard. Reza’s tracked him across eight countries over the years and he’s popped back up in Tunisia after two years away. My brother is like a cobra, gearing up to strike.”

 AURORA

You know, of all the things to get caught on while being told about her friend’s premeditated murder plans, nicknames shouldn’t be one of them. But here she was, feeling that familiar cracking across her chest as Fadela casually used the nickname Reza had given her, the one that had used to make Aurora feel, well… a little special. It was cute, it was such a beautiful word to hear in his accent, and apparently it meant nothing if Fadela was casually whipping it out.

Further proof that Reza never had and never would see something more in Aurora. Fuck, one day that was going to stop hurting.

Focus, Aurora, your friend is plotting a murder. You can get sad and heartbroken later.

Soon, huh? Aurora walked back to the desk and to the file, looking at the map that had been covered in ‘x’s and ‘o’s. One of those marks was Mekki. One of those marks was a man Reza fully intended to kill.  

 FADELA

“Reza’s traced him to Al Huwariyah, which is near our home city. Seriously. Less than a two hour drive from Hammamet if traffic’s light.” Fadela continued, taking Aurora’s stunned silence as an invitation to elaborate. “Reza and I have made a day trip out to there before.”

“Which is odd. Mekki has no connections or history there. I doubt he’s going to stay there for long, it’s a pretty small town. Probably just a pitstop.” She sighed and shrugged a shoulder. “But who’s to say?”

Mekki was unpredictable even when he wasn’t a dark sorcerer. 

And truthfully, Fadela wasn’t all that invested in this. Mekki was Reza’s pet homicide project, not hers. She only cared insofar as it pertained to her big brother. His pain over his former apprentice’s betrayal still weighed heavily on her. She’d been Mekki’s friend once. She’d seen but ignored the signs. And it ended up hurting her brother deeply.

“Anyway. Hopefully Reza’s not going to go all soft and pussy out this time. Damn near got himself killed before, the idiot.”

 AURORA

Aurora listened carefully to Fadela, grateful she wasn't just throwing town names around with no description or context. It helped her keep everything straight in her mind.

(An idea was starting to form; a tiny whisper from deep in her heart that was no doubt a bad plan. She tried to ignore it.)

Her head snapped around at Fadela's last comment, eyebrows furrowing. "He's caught him before?" she asked before realizing it was a dumb question. They had to have fought if Mekki had hurt Reza and nearly killed him. And now Reza was going after him again. Alone. She braced herself against the desk, staring out the window with a thoughtful frown.

(The whispering got louder, the gentle nudge against her mind still there despite the magical bruises and fractures that implied there was nothing left in her heart at all.)

(But what if he wasn't alone, this time?)

"So he has to move soon if he wants to get this guy," Aurora said quietly, one hand fiddling with her necklace.

 FADELA

“Mm. He caught up to him in Tataouine— which is deep in the desert, on the total other end of the country. Like. Five...and a halfish hours’ drive in good traffic. Sabiha was three, for our timeline of murder here.” Fadela then paused, letting the memories come back fresh. 

She should’ve gone with him. Her brother was too soft to be the hardened warrior he had to force himself to become. 

“Reza explained it like this. He had a chance to kill him and had even gone in for the kill initially. But Mekki was a young boy when Reza first met him and first mentored him. When he was about to end him, Mekki’s younger face flashed in his mind and he tried to give him one last chance to surrender and reform. My brother almost paid for his kindness.”

It didn’t take a sorceress to see the Rage physically surrounding Fadela. 

“He won’t make that mistake again. Mekki Masmoudi has used up all of his chances.”

Again, Fadela shrugged. “Maybe. Or maybe he’ll wait until he thinks he’s more stationary. Reza has eyes all over the Maghreb and the rest of the MENA region. He was hunting him even when he couldn’t walk.”

 AURORA

Listening to Fadela tell the story, Aurora almost couldn’t believe it was real. It didn’t feel real. And honestly, Aurora would not put it past Fadela to make all this up just to fuck with her. But there was no hint of deceit in her voice or in the magic around her, no red flags that assured her this was just a bad prank.

 There was a very dangerous man out there who one of her best friends was determined to kill, and who had only just survived the first attempt to do so.

Aurora had begun to pull on a thick strand of hair, pressing it to her lips as she thought. “I… at the risk of sounding like an idiot, why doesn’t Reza take this to the police in Tunisa?” she asked. “I know the government doesn’t like Magicks but if this man is that dangerous…” 

 FADELA 

Fadela let out a mirthless chuckle at Rory’s question. “My brother has a few magic related charges on his record. He needs to avoid the police, and also not get arrested and tortured again.” She was truly so innocent that Fadela felt bad for exposing the ugliness of the reality for sorcerers from their neck of the woods. 

“Sorcerers have our own justice system, our own customs, laws, and judges, juries, and executioners.” Fadela explained. “There’s no courthouse or bailiff or fancy robes, but we handle delivering justice to our own. And Mekki is Reza’s own more than anybody else’s.”

“Reza has recognized some of his spellwork in Mekki’s crimes. It’s been modified of course for his purposes, but it’s very obviously bastardized from Reza’s work. He taught him all he knew and blames himself. Reza created this monster, and he’s determined to fix it.”

“He’ll kill him more mercifully than any Tunisian cop would.”

 AURORA

Aurora listened to Fadela’s answer and nodded faintly, still playing with the strand of hair she had pressed to her mouth. She wanted to say a lot of very unkind things about the system that left Reza with the impression that anything he had personally done had caused this, but now wasn’t the time.

“Fair,” she murmured, not looking away from the windows. She took a deep breath before letting it out slow. “Thank you, for telling me all of this,” she said, finally looking towards Fadela.

 FADELA

Fadela narrowed her eyes at Aurora and considered her response. No, she wasn’t ready to admit she liked her, and Aurora did not get to know Fadela did this because she thought she should know. Plan B it was.

“You know there’s nothing I love more in this world than talking shit about my brother, and sharing the dirt on him. It’s because he’s a better person than I am. Less blood on his hands, less moody, less of a bitch.” Fadela sighed, examining her nails. “You didn’t miss the bit about the blood though, did you?”

She didn’t wait for a response. “Good. Of course you didn’t, habibi. Now give me the murder file, I’ll put it in its not even remotely secret spot.”

[bestfriendforhire]

Children of BFFH, Entry 163

 I awoke to the sound of singing, thankful that I had managed falling asleep last night.  My parent’s voices were uncommonly pleasant to the ear, never missing a note.  Auntie Aaliyah was obviously the best singer I knew, but my parents were certainly good, and hearing them serenade me for my birthday always made me smile.

 When the song came to an end, I considered asking them for a bit of sparring like Luce always did.  She struggled with all her might to ruffle their hair, but I was certain she couldn’t.  I’d never be able to control as much heat as Mother, being a step farther away from dragons than she was, and matching Father at spellcasting was impossible without being Auntie Aaliyah.  He was too old, and Auntie Aaliyah had taught him herself.  Trying to beat my parents in a fight was futile for mortal beings.

 Instead, I invited some of my friends and my family to compete in games with a bit of chance on my birthdays.  When I stood up, I was already dressed, wearing new slacks, a dress shirt, a vest, shoes, and the other essentials.  I admired the way the light glimmered off the shirt and wondered what material Auntie Aaliyah had used this year; she always gifted me a new outfit on my birthday along with time.  For today’s games, we had as long as we needed, and not a second would pass back home.

 “Think you’ll win this year?” questioned Crazy as she cracked her knuckles.

 “Doubt it.” I told her with a smirk.

 Some of my friends would wonder why I didn’t play games with my parents at home, not that the ones here were out of the loop.  Father’s childhood friend was one of the guardians back home, at least her spirit was, and she would never allow Father’s luck to falter, caring about him enough to die in his stead back when he was truly human.  Here, her power couldn’t reach him.

 “I’m going to win at least once.” insisted Messy with uncommon bravado.  Her smile made her seem like she was teasing, but there was determination to her as well.

 “If any of us can beat the adults, we should consider it a win for all of us.” insisted Four as he looked around at us.

 “Children, please.  Alma and I play perfectly fairly.” stated Father as he took his place at the table.  “You should worry more about her.”  He pointed at Auntie Aaliyah, who practically radiated innocence.  “We’d never know if she cheated.”

 Messy thumped Auntie Aaliyah’s head, and something seemed to crack, as if the facade of innocence had been a physical thing that now broke to show a schemer of such complexity that I was struggling to make sense of what I felt as I looked at her.  I quickly brushed off the feeling after Messy thumped her mother again.

 “Owie.  Messy, kiss the booboo.” stated Auntie Aaliyah, rubbing her own head and frowning at her daughter.

 Messy rolled her eyes but complied anyway.

 “You think I’m going to let Mother win?” questioned Momma Mila with a teasing smile.  “I’ve got this today.”

 “Unless I do.” insisted Auntie Raine, actually looking just slightly combative.  Playing cards appeared in her hand before flying at different speeds to her other hand, shuffling as they flew.

 “Oh, good idea.  Let’s start with a few rounds of Texas Holdem.” I stated, accepting when Auntie Raine passed me the cards.

 Normally, playing cards with Raine, Crazy, Messy, Momma Mila, and Auntie Aaliyah wasn’t remotely fair.  All of them had ways to see what was around them other than eyesight.  Auntie Aaliyah could do whatever she felt like, which was why she had agreed to block certain abilities to even the playing field a little.  Not being able to sense the heat around me was an odd feeling, but I was quite thankful for Auntie Aaliyah’s help.  She even provided a copy of herself who was cut off from her own abilities, not that such a handicap made her less than an opponent.

 Before Auntie Aaliyah became the Reaper, she was once a little girl with such a brilliant mind that she eventually learned to hack herself and become the most powerful existence in all of creation.  Even if we were playing against a two-year-old version of Auntie Aaliyah, her mind would be daunting, and she was human-ish at two.  I never asked for that though.  If I were to beat Death at a game, I wanted a fraction of her current mind to be playing against me.

 One of the great things about playing poker was that anyone had the potential to win if dealt the right cards, so beating the practically unbeatable monsters around me could happen.  We split into three groups and started playing elimination rounds.  As I gave the deck one last shuffle, I hoped to get a little lucky.

 I didn’t win.  I dealt myself a two and an eight, and the river wasn’t in my favor on the first hand.  Then I ended up losing half my chips to Crazy, who had convinced me she was bluffing when she wasn’t.  She didn’t win either though.

 Auntie Raine was a phenomenal gamer, terrific actor, and the ultimate winner of our Texas Holdem competition.  I was happy for her, and I couldn’t feel too bad about being eliminated in the first round when Father had been as well.

 After a little debate, we started playing games from other worlds, which took more than a bit of explanation on some, but they were fun.  For our tenth and final game, I chose Auntie Aaliyah’s larger, goofier, intergalactic version of Life.  I even managed to come in second.  When we finished our snacks and discussion of the game, we returned to normal time and let my birthday commence.

 My friends and I did a bit of gaming on Ancient Tribes of Earth in the morning, and then I was pleasantly surprised to find Eléa first in line to give me a gift before lunch.  Unwrapping the present, I was surprised to see a model of my character who appeared to be training several of Eléa’s characters.  Even more interesting were the enchantments on it.  My character would cast a spell, and one of Eléa’s would attempt to match it.

 “Mila helped with the modeling and did the printing.  Crazy did the enchantment for me, but I came up with the poses and what spells they’d be practicing.” nervously explained Eléa.

 “I love it.  Thank you!” I told her before creating a spell to make the gift float and giving her a hug.  “You didn’t have to do anything for me, but I really appreciate it.”

 The fact that Eléa gave me a birthday present at all was unexpected and enough to make me happy.  The others gave me their gifts as well, and then we ate lunch with everyone.  The cake was, of course, magnificent, and I was more than happy spending the rest of my day gaming with my friends.  This year’s birthday was perfectly wonderful.

[thehappiesthippie519-blog]

Welcome!

First blog post on the third tubmlr page. I think I’m in for a little story typing. So here it goes everyone. (:

My name is Cortni. I got married a month ago today to the most wonderful man in the world. Chris is an absolute wonder. It’s a genuine shock how he deals with me some days. We’ve been together for about a year and a half, married for one month. We got married on our son Ronan’s birthday. Which leads me to my story. Chris and I found out I was pregnant with Ronan in the middle of January this year, and to say the least he was the most wonderful, welcomed surprise in our little world. Ronan was amazing from the moment we found out about him. We dreamed of a perfect little family with him. We had visions of our world, with the most handsome little guy in our arms. Well actually Chris wanted a girl and her name would have been Londyn, but I got my way and we ended up with our sweet Ronan. We had so much fun for the short time we had him. We felt ever made. I started feeling him move at eight weeks and most people don’t believe me. Rightfully so, I suppose, as most of the time women don’t feel their children move inside until roughly fourteen weeks. But from the first time I felt him move, however early it was, I knew I was carrying the love of my life, while standing next to the other love of my life. Every second of the time I had Ronan with me was the most amazing parts of my life. Te whole four months he was with me, I loved him more than I have ever loved myself. But fate had decided that motherhood wasn’t ready for me, and I wasn’t ready for it. At twenty weeks and six days I went into preterm labor with the little boy who changed my whole life. Chris and I had gone to dinner not far from where I worked. We were at Subway, and we had just sat down when I felt a very strange thing inside me. I felt almost like something dropped on the left side of my uterus. I thought it was just Ronan moving, because he was the most active little boy. As we were eating our dinner, the feeling didn’t go away, as a matter of fact it got worse and was accompanied by some pains that I didn’t realize until it was far too late. I begged him to take me home so we could just relax for the night and maybe that would make the pains stop. I went to the bathroom and I decided to take a shower. Chris let me shower alone because he thought I could use the space if I wasn’t feeling the best, he was afraid I was going to get sick and he had best habit of giving me the space I begged for every time I did get sick. He knows I don’t like getting sick with an audience. So, I took my shower. After that I got out, dried off, had a really sharp pain on the left side of my lower stomach, and I went to the bathroom. I noticed a little spotting and instantly called the one person I knew would know what to tell me. My Momma. I told her what was happening and she told me to get the emergency room and update her as soon as I could. So Chris started taking me to the emergency room. In the short five minute drive between my, then, apartment, and the hospital, I started contracting. I had no idea that’s what was happening. All I knew was that I was in pain and I was feeling utterly awful. It hurt so bad that I couldn’t speak. We walked into the hospital emergency room and Chris had to speak for me while I was filling out a form for the hospital. They decided that we needed to be in a triage room in the maternity ward. While they were taking information, almost out of nowhere, the nurse we had stopped and decided to check my cervix. She popped her head over the sheet that was over me, and she almost couldn’t speak. All she said to me was, “Oh honey... did you fall?”. I told her no and that we had just come from dinner. After she asked me that I started worrying. I still didn’t know what was going on with my own body, or the beautiful life inside me. Ronan was moving the whole time. He made the sweetest movements, almost as though he was assuring me everything would be okay in it’s own little way. He was kicking a storm inside, and he was making his sweet little movements. After a very long wait, what seemed like forever, we were finally informed that I was in preterm labor and already dilated to a four, almost five. They moved us into a room and left Chris and I alone, checking on us occasionally. The pain was so much, that at times I couldn’t breathe. They ordered the epidural because the rates alone warranted it, whether I wanted it or not and I most definitely did. They finally got it in, and it felt like an eternity until it kicked in. My heart kept breaking. Over and over and over again. I was eventually told I was dilated to a six, and that they thought Ronan would be able to make it out anyway because he was so small. The doctor that was on call that night was one of the last ones we had seen at our appointments monthly. Her name was Danielle Snyder. She was the most angelic person that night, aside from the one inside of me. We spent our whole night with Dr.Snyder. She comforted us the whole night, made sure we were safe and comfortable, and kept us going. She induced me. She told me there was a very small chance that Ronan would mkae it our crying, and if he did he wouldn’t be crying for long. But I hoped. I cried all night and hoped, and prayed all night that I would hear the littlest cry from the little boy that stole my heart. We went through hours of pushing, and screaming, and a fear that my epidural was wearing off. Eventually Dr.Snyder asked me if I would be comfortable getting incisions on my cervix to get Ronan out safely. He was stuck at the cervical opening. So we got the incisions done and about an hour of awful pushing, that felt like it would never end, he finally arrived. Way earlier than anyone anticipated, but he was laying next to me, in his own little swaddler, and in his own little crib at the hospital. We were broken. Torn apart. But our son was here. Ronan was so very peaceful, and believe it or not he came out smiling. We don’t know how, because normally babies don’t learn to smile inside until the end of the gestational period. But Ronan Finn was smiling at his new world, even though his eyes weren’t open to see it. That night he met his Oma Tami, his Grandma Lori, his Grandpa Denny, and his Auntie Ciera also known as Aunt BooBoo. Along with finally meeting his Mommy and Daddy. We all loved him so very much the room was filled with sadness, and admiration. He stole all of our hearts the moment he came out. I was told by many different nurses and doctors in the room that I should hold him. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it at the time. I talked about it, I thought it over, but I waited. Eventually my parents, my sister, and Chris’s mother all left and it was just us, the staff, and our son. I decided I asked everyone that was in the room to leave me alone holding Ronan. Even Chris was asked to leave. The only reason I asked him to go too was because I knew Chris seeing me hold Ronan would break him even more than he already was. Everyone left the room, and the nurse we had been with all night long was handing my son to me. Zoe was a wonderful woman and she was the one who helped me push all night. I held Ronan for what felt like hours, but was actually only twenty minutes or so. While I held him I cried, I kissed every part of the sweet little face I made with the love of my life, I sang to him the one song that meant the world to me in that one moment. For Good from the Musical Wicked. Thanks to high school performances in choir I know the whole song by memory. I sang it to him over and over until I had to give him back. I was told if I wanted him back any point later on that night I could have him, but I couldn’t do it to myself again. I couldn’t let Chris see me break the way that holding Ronan broke me. But Ronan breaking me was the most beautiful feeling in the world, even though he didn’t get to see me. His sweet little eyes never opened, but in our hearts we know that Ronan was the first love of our lives, and he knows he has forever touched our hearts. Ronan was cremated, and we have a beautiful box from the hospital that has a large number of things from then to us. Including his hand prints and foot prints, and a recording of his last heartbeat before the induction. Every so often I open up the box and I listen to it, praying he’d show me away that he’s still around, watching over his Mommy and Daddy. And every time I do, I get chills down my spine, and a warm feeling in my heart. And that’s how I know my little start is watching over us. This post isn’t a, “Feel sorry for me” kind of thing. It’s awareness towards something that isn’t discussed. It’s a cry for compassion in this cold, and cruel world. It’s a glimmer of hope that my story, and my son, can reach out and touch the hearts of anyone who’s willing to read what I have to say. Ronan forever means the world to me, and those who have made it this far in the post, with all luck Chris and I will be trying again very very soon, and maybe getting the Londyn we dreamed of before we knew about Ronan being, well Ronan. Maybe this time Daddy will be lucky enough to get the little girl of his dreams. My little boy is watching me from the stars, and keeping me safe. Thanks for reading anyone who made it this far. There’s more to come as soon as I can make it happen. (:

--The Happiest Hippie

[samkat10423]

Adventures With Theo - 04-12-2012, 04:24 AM

Well, today I have to find me a job, 'kuz even though I am sorta rich... I got those 956 simoleons that I found under that mattress, doncha know! And I hided them in a pickle jar out behind my new houz. Oops! Guess I shouldn't have told you that. But you don't know that I hided them under that tree, so it's okay, doncha think? Leastways, I think it is. Anyways, I learnt early on, that simoleons don't last long in today's echonomy. So's I got to find some work I can do. Ispecialty, since I do want to go back home. Out-there spazes is not as fun as I thought it would be. For real! (And, you want to know a sekrit? I'm beginnin to think that maybe... just maybe, Mr. Spock might be a made-up Sim. Yeah! I know. It was hard for me to admit it at first too! But I've been lookin and lookin real hard like, and I haven't seen him anywhere! I even went to their Galactik Stores here, thinkin he might be there, sinz he has his face on all those sereal boxes. But no luck!) But back to my job search...I could prabably get work at the local diner, since I do know how to cook some, thanks to Emma Hatch. But I'm thinkin those Sims I met, might member me, and wonder why a famous geeky-guy Sim, was workin at a diner, doncha know! Same with the grocery store and bookstore. Akyuality, it's a prablem with all the stores here. I mean, I'm guessin those Sims go into the stores to buy stuff, and they might see me! So, I don't know what to do. But the good news is, I think I may have figyered out how to konfusicate them, a bit. I went ahead and chanjed my peerance! Yes I did! And all on my ownself. It's not as good as a prof...profess... real styler remakeable, but it'll have to do, 'kuz 'til my broked komputer is fixed, I'm tough out of luck, as Kayana would say. And that "Handiness for Dummies" book I got, is real hard to onderstand. I mean really, really hard! I read the first chapter, then tried to fix my komputer and almost got elektrikal-shooted! For real! I can tell you, it was scary! So's until I can figyer it out, my komputer will have to stay broked. Ooooooh! Ooooooh! Ooooooh! I almost fergotted! But I had this crazy dream. Leastways, I think it was a dream. I might be wrong, 'kuz I was asleep at the time. But in it, this Tedhi lady, from I'm guessin Champs Les Sims, 'kuz of her Frenchified accident, teeveportated me to her world! Not Champs Les Sims, but some other plaz she made up on her ownsome. And let me tell you! It was scary! For real!! I mean, I knowed it was a dream, I think, but it could've been real, doncha know! And that simbot, who kept sayin he was a thingiebot... Well, I think he musta been tellin me a fib, 'kuz Annie told me there's only simbots and simdroids. The rest are all just scrap metal and good to eat! And she should know, 'kuz she's a real, live simdroid bio-enjined by some geeky guys back in Sunset Valley, before it became illegal-like. Anyways, in my dream, this thingiebot, had this talkin cat, named Samkat, that he kept callin, "The Boss." But that can't be right, 'kuz the only Samkat I ever heard about, is that Supreme Empress Goddess of the Universe Samkat, that all them Llama Monkeys yammer on and on about. And she don't have no piktures or models of herself, 'kuz them monkeys of hers, say that that's making a crazy image, and it's against their rules. And I know that's for real, 'kuz I visited one of their monkeries once, and there weren't any piktures in sight! No talkin cats ether!

But there was this Sim outside, who was sellin T-shirts, that he made on his ownsome. He said he had to do it on the “sly,” ‘kuz samkat’s monkeys don’t like his crazy imagers of her.

Anyways, he even had a song about her, that he taught me. Oh! I'll sing it to you, 'kuz I sing real, real good doncha know. I do! And I wrote it down, jist so's I wouldn't fergit it. 'Kuz there are more than one verzhen. Yes, there are! But I like this one the bestest. "Grouchy kitty, crabby kitty, spittin ball of fur. Moody kitty, cranky kitty....Grr, grr, grr!"

Anyway, what was I saying..? Oh yeah! That thingiebot told me his name was Juicy Pinko....or somethin like that. It's hard to member when you're sleepin and argyooing with a mouthy cat and a pile of scrap metal, all at the same time. No lie! That Juicy Bot kept yammerin about beerd ladies. But I didn't see no beers. There was some ladies, but no beers in sight! And his cat kept hissin about hats. Or maybe it was rats? I can't rightly tell you, 'kuz I was busy watchin that thingiebot's mouse-stache wiggle up and down when he talked. I don't know what that was all about! (But you want to know a sekrit? I don't think that mean thingiebot gives his poor kitty any water, 'kuz she had to get some out of the toilet! Which is not as bad as it sounds, 'kuz I seen her flush it first, then purefry it with a kouple bottles of Sandy Whiskey, that I'm guessing she got from over at that ATS3 plaz on-the-line. And she musta liked it real good, 'kuz she jumped up on this top-hat and did a little dance! I thought at first that she mighta had some fleas, 'kuz cats get them, doncha know! But Mr. Juicy said, "The Boss does NOT have fleas!! Master always dances that jig after she's had a few too many!" Whatever that means.

Then right before I waked up, I was wearin this really cool Starzfleas unefarm. And let me tell you, I was h-o-t-t, HOT!!! I even liked my bunny ears, even though Captain Kirk won't let you wear them on his ship. Ain't regularation, doncha know! But they were all festive like, which was good, 'kuz it was Easter. But that crazy cat went off her nut, and started hissin' and spittin' and growlin' all meanlike! (I can see why that Sim made them T-shirts and wroted that song!) Then she snatched my hat offed my head, and ran meowin out of the room! It was konfusical, I can tell you! All I can figyer is, is that kitty thought it was a real rabbit, tryin to eat my head off. And she thought she was savin me. I tried to tell her, it was okay, but I woke up. And I was back here, with no unefarm and no hat. And that's real sad, 'kuz I looked really, really h-o-t-t, Hot! And those Starfleas unefarms cost a lot of simoleons. More'n I got. Plus, you got to order them on-the-line, from a speshel site, and until my komputer is fixed, I'm tough out of luck!

Anyways, I had to do my own remakeable, with the junky kloz I got layin around here. I don't think I did too bad with it, konsiderin I only had those kloz that were in the dresser, to work with. It's not as nice as my dream one, but what can a girl do? I went ahead and cut my hair with this knife I found, 'kuz I don't have a sizzors... Want to know a stranj thing I read, in that "Murder in Pleasantview" book? Seems back in my grandparents' day, they had giant sizzors that the Sims used to run around with! No lie! That's how that murder happened! Guess that's why the Electrojabber-Authority folks stopped makin them. 'Korz, with the prices in their kompany store, I couldn't afford them anyways. Which is why I used that knife, so my hair's kinda choppity looking. But I found this really nice hat that's got this veil, that I can hide behind when I go out, so that's good. No rabbit ears, but it's got this fake flour. Bad news was, the dresser didn't have any pants. Yeah, I thought that was weird too. So's I have to wear this jumper. It's okay, I guess, but I like pants beder, 'kuz they're great for when you have to climb out of windoz and stuff. And let me tell you, I've climbed out lots of windoz so's as not to be stuck with bar tabs and stuff. Oops! Guess I shouldn't be 'mittin that ether....

Anyway, guess I'll go into town and find me a job. Then, after I gets some more simoleons, and read the second chapter in my handy book, maybe I'll be able to get me one of them unefarms. Maybe...

So, I desided to try the diner after all, sinz I ain't got any spearience doing nothin else. I mean, I can pick some locks, but most Sims don't think that's a good skill. I think they might be wrong, 'kuz it's gotten me out of lots of jams, but like Kayana always says, "Every Sim has an 'pinion, just like they all have behinds." I don't really know what that means, but it sounds kinda good, doncha think!

Anyways, I went to the diner, but they're not hirin. So I didn't get that job. But I did meet a bunch of nice Sims, and they invited me to tag along to a new dance dome that's opened up in town.

And guess what! While I was showin them aleeon Sims how to shimmy, in walked Mr. Spock!!!! How cool is that!!! He was argyooin with some Vulcan girl, about needin to go to bed, 'kuz of pony farts. But I didn't care! He was there!

So, I went up to him, all kazual-like, and intredoozed myself all charmin' like, 'kuz I've got three charmin' skills. (I've been sekritly praktesing for this day in front of my bathroom mirror, doncha know!) But he didn't seem too happy to meet me, which is weird, doncha think! Ikspeciality since I told him, we was detained to be married!

But I don't think he beleeved me about gettin hitched, 'kuz he got all cold-like to me. So, I told him how I watched all his TV shows and movies, and knowed all about his 'ventures out in spaz. But he got all weird-like, and told me, he was not some "cheap TV character," and that I'd "better get lost" before he called the Peekeepers.

That's when I desided to show him I wasn't "just some crazy fan-girl" - like he 'cused me of bein - but his one and only truelove. So's I whipped out some flours I had in my sekrit pocket, and I tried to give them to him. To seal the deal, doncha know! (Want to know a sekrit? At first I was goin to just give him the engager ring I got for him, but what with him thinkin I wasn't seereaz, I desided to try the red rosies first. Do you think maybe, I made a booboo?)

Well, he got all nasty-like, and started yammerin bout his pony farts again, and that he already had a mate. So, I told him, I didn't care that he had a fartin pony. I came there to marry him, not his pony! And iffn his shipmate was so portant to him, she was sertainly welkomed to come to our weeding.

Well, that really set him off, I can tell you! He started turnin all green-like and said some nasty words about my telligents. Which got me mad. I mean, I know I'm not as smart as a Vulcan, but I'm not stoopid. I got that one logikgal point, after all. So's I told him he wasn't such a smartypants if he couldn't see his truelove, when she was standin there right in front of him. That really got him mad, I can tell you! He clenched his fists and everythin! "How many times, must I tell you, I already have a mate, you idiot?!! And for the last time, it's PON FARR! Not pony farts!"

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Flavor Town - 7

I was starting to get disillusioned with grindr. Every god damn day it was the same 3 people and painfully boring conversations. I decided I had to roll the dice and get my tinder back to gold status. I started furiously swiping left and right looking for someone I could hang out with... yes, just hang out. The nice thing about tinder gold is that it shows you who swiped on you. After a couple of hours with my profile on boost and little to nothing coming from the new matches I looked at the people who swiped on me. There were a lot of profiles that looked alright, but Cameron stuck out. I quickly swiped right to confirm the match. BAM. This boy hit up my phone instantly. “Okay... work.” I say to myself as we begin our conversation. Cameron was really cute. He was a short thin latino boy with really good eyebrows and his hair made me wet just looking at it. I was playing it conservative at first, I didn’t want to scare this one away. Soon, a couple of the conversations turned a little dirty--not intentionally. I was talking about cooking for my family and I was cooking steak and he just blurted out “I LOVE MEAT”. Obviously the cheap innuendos followed. We were talking about going to see a movie and I really wanted to see the second Strangers movie, but Cameron said he was “too pussy”. I said that I’d be there so he could hide in my shoulder and he said “the sound is what freaks me out the most”... that’s when I ghosted him for the night. I threw Cameron a line and he just let that fucker sink. While I left Cameron sleeping among the rest of the fishes I found a few more hopefuls that I kept regularly talking to. I felt like I was finally beginning to mellow out and take casual dating seriously, when literally two of the guys (besides Cory) dropped the “B” word...  They started fucking calling me baby... Who the fuck is baby? I ain’t yo baby, I’m no one’s baby. It was starting to suffocate me. There was no way in hell I was ready or looking for a relationship, so the idea of having a pet name with some dudes I barely knew sent off alarm bells in my head. Who the fuck starts using pet names so soon? I know gay men move fast, but I half expected to walk outside and see one of them waiting with a suitcase on my door step waiting to move in. I turned my phone on do not disturb and passed out. The next morning most of the messages I had were from Cameron. I rolled my eyes and started to read them. He was attempting to redeem himself after failing flirting 101 and I found it pretty cute. He asked me what my plans were for the night and I said that I had none, other than just cook myself dinner. Cameron got excited “I LOVE cooking”. I decided to pull the trigger. “We can go get some groceries and cook together tonight if you want?” I honestly didn’t expect Cameron to agree but he did. I showered and got ready--probably looking a little too posh for grocery shopping and met Cameron at the grocery store next to one of the local Universities. He smiled and hugged me and he was totally adorable... only, he was wearing the SAME cologne Gerard always wore. I was fully triggered. If I never have to smell Bleu de Chanel again, my fucking life will be complete. We pick up some veggies and walked around the store not standing too close to one another as it was a little awkward at first. I asked what he wanted and he replied with “Meat” I laughed and asked if he wanted mine or something specific. He kind of blushed and said he wanted steak. Honestly the idea of eating steak a second night in a row made me wish I had just laid down in traffic. Being the polite gentleman I am, I ask what he had in mind. He mentioned he loved getting a parmesan steak with garlic shrimp at Applebees. No worries, we grab all the stuff and head to the checkout. Cameron started winning points here. He split the bill with me 50/50 and I started to think that maybe he would be a good match after all. I was getting desperately sick of giving twinks handouts like I was fucking Daddy Warbucks and every skinny little gay boy was Annie. We exit the store and I follow Cameron back to his house. We immediately get to the kitchen and I start prepping and getting everything ready. It started to become abundantly clear to me that Cameron actually didn’t cook much, as he had little to nothing to cook with. “Fun! It’ll be like camping!” I say with a grain of shade. I have to explain this, when I’m looking for a potential friend, I’m looking for someone who can take the shade and deal it back just as good. Cameron didn’t disappoint. “Shut up, cunt!” he said laughing. As I started cooking Cameron got out a bottle of wine... it was a moscato. Now, not to be snobbish, but I was educated in food and wine so the idea of pairing a moscato with steak sounded about as good as douching with taco bell hot sauce. I politely tried to explain to Cameron that a red would be better and then started to explain why. He nodded and went back to his pantry and got out a bottle of red. I apologized for being so pushy about the pairing and he just replied with “No, I think it’s hot.” I smiled and returned to my pan. Things were starting to come together and Cameron and I got to know each other pretty decently. He seemed like he would make a good friend I thought to myself, but he was also starting to put the moves on me with each sip of his glass of red wine. The food is almost ready and at this point I’m sweating my ass off getting everything ready. I was so focused on making everything perfect that I hadn’t noticed how seductively Cameron was staring at me. I’ll admit in that moment I thought “Fuck he’s hot”. I plated our food and we started to eat. I had a couple sips of the red wine he got out and it was feral. It tasted like coffee grains and toe jam. Halfway through, Cameron started to get a little tipsy, and he made a bit of a quick move and knocked his plate on the ground. It shattered into several pieces and his steak was just half eaten on the ground. I made a joke and said “If you didn’t want to eat it, you could have just told me.” Cameron got flustered and I don’t think he knew I was kidding. He reached down and picked up the steak from the floor and started munching on it. “Five second rule” he said... I laughed but cringed at the same time. Then again, it was his house, so he had a better idea of how clean his floors were than I did. After we cleaned up the broken plate and did the dishes we broke into the moscato and kept talking some more. Because I thought we would be friends I started to talk about Gerard and that whole situation. The wine we kept downing didn’t help. Cameron was extremely sympathetic and kept rubbing my leg as we sat side by side on the couch. He kept saying “Aweee booboo... what a cunt. His loss, you’re amazing.”  He made me feel really good with his reassurances. It was starting to get late and I wasn’t really in a state to drive so Cameron said I could stay the night. I agreed and asked if I could shower real quick--I was feeling musty after busting my ass in the kitchen. He showed me where his bathroom was and gave me a towel. I quickly showered and got dressed and came back out to join him on the couch. He said he was going to shower too and I paid no attention to it. I just thought we were starting to wind down and get ready to watch something on tv and fall asleep. I chill on my phone texting away and heard the door to Cameron’s bathroom open. I look up and Cameron exits the bathroom totally naked. He gives me a smirk and beckons me to follow him to his bedroom. At first I sat there for a few minutes shocked... was he kidding? I’ve had suggestive and playful friends before. I sat there for thirty seconds then decided to get up and follow him, he looked damn fine with his wet tanned skin and messy dark hair. Once in his room I got an even better look at him. He was insanely attractive, there was no way I was going to be able to resist him. We started to make out and he started to undress me. He got down on his knees and undid my belt, whipping my dick out. I was already hard and he started to give me head. He was deep throating the shit out of it, making a couple gag noises here and there but it was still hot. After a few minutes he went over and laid down on his bed and raised his ass in the air. OH. He wanted me eat his ass... I had only ate ass once before and that was right after Gerard showered. Since I knew Cameron had just showered I figured he was probably all clean so I didn’t hesitate. I played around with my tongue sticking it in and out and Cameron moaned with pleasure. It wasn’t bad at all, he was totally clean and if anything he tasted a little soapy. He then laid on his back and reached into his bedside table and pulled out a bottle of lube and some condoms. “We probably shouldn’t do this since I haven’t prepared but honestly I just want you inside of me.” Cameron was slapping his hole and moaning. Thinking back it’s kind of funny but at the time it really turned me on. I put the condom on and entered him slowly--he was pretty tight. I started off gently as we kissed and I once I was sure he was comfortable I worked up into a faster pace. Soon his bed was smacking against the wall and we were enjoying ourselves. Cameron was moaning “Fuck.... yeah daddy.... daaadddyyy” ... I kind of hated it. I don’t like being called daddy to be honest, but I found his moaning incredibly hot. Cameron started shaking and I knew he was close. He hadn’t touched his dick the entire time and he kept asking me if I was close. Once I told him I was, he started to jerk off and came in no time. I came shortly after and laid down next to him after. We were both a little out of breath. He reached over and took the condom off of my dick and held it up to the light. “Oh good, I didn’t paint you” I laughed my ass off. We both went back into the shower to rinse off and headed back to his room to cuddle. He was out in no time. I wish I could say the same for me. Cameron snored SO fucking loud that I’m sure even the fucking ghosts in Pompeii thought the volcano was gonna burst again. I mean, I could fucking feel his whole bed vibrating. I slept like shit. As soon as the sun came up I woke up him gently and told him I had to get going. I didn’t want to leave in the middle of the night or when he was asleep. We gave each other a little kiss and I headed out the door. On my way home something in me kept questioning if I could or had developed some feelings for Cameron even if they were small or beginning to blossom. He was really kind, and super attractive... but was I ready to put that kind of foot forward? I had so much on my mind. I had all these cute, kind men fawning over me and treating me so well, even through menial conversation and hookups. I was never treated like this with Gerard. I felt like the fucking Bachelorette or Tiffany Pollard in I Love New York when she stares at her wall of men and starts to ponder which one she’s going to have to choose to eliminate. Maybe it’s selfish, but I didn’t want to have to eliminate any of the guys I was talking to. I was really enjoying getting to know some of them. Maybe eventually one of them will start to look like a front runner, but for now, everyone gets a rose.