#oh well I probably won't get it cut again for another five years

[nightskylonging]

To get a haircut, or not, that is the question...

[inposterumcumgaudio]

Poedit Cut/Unused Content: Haworth Labs

So the quest "Haworth Labs" was originally quite a bit different. Its sutitles are titled "Fun and Games" in Poedit and contains some cut eavesdroppers as well as conversations Arthur participates in that imply the structure of the quest involved more environmental storytelling and choice making based on it.

Basically, rather than immediately being recognized as an interloper as you are now, you'd be infiltrating Haworth Labs and pretending you worked there. You'd periodically be dragged into conversations with other workers and if you said the wrong thing, they could determine you were a spy and raise the alarm. It explains Arthur's objective note "I'll have to sweet talk my way past these check points if they spot me in here" for the first room after decontamination.

F_DL Do you smell burned motilene?

M_AH I always smell motilene. There's cracks in most of the pipes.

F_DL No, burned motilene. You don't think they mixed up the motilene and the methyltransferase?

M_AH How? One's a fuel and the other's a catalyst. One goes in the heating coil and the other goes in the reaction vat!

F_DL I heard Frankland saying motilene when he meant methyltransferase. I thought it was just a slip of the tongue, but with Dr. V swapping around all the precursors...

F_DL Could have been worse. What if they'd swapped it for the propanyl?

M_AH Do you want tell Dr. V?

F_DL Of course not! He'll tear my head off!

M_AH Well it's not going to be me. I like my job.

M Mr. Watt seems so upset. What if we got him a present?

PC How about a pinata? Uncle Jack did a whole episode on it.

F_M But Mr. Watt hates the Spanish. Ever since Gibraltar. Everybody knows that. You're an imposter! SPY! SPY!

PC He loves art. Maybe we could get him a painting of horses, or something.

M Oooh, my stomach's growling at the very thought of horses.

F I'm sort of worried about the tunnel rats. They haven't sung in a while.

"What? They just sort of squeak, don't they?"

F The Tunnel Rats! They came to serenade us -- who are you? A SPY! A SPY!

PC I hope they're not all gone on holiday. They were down to a duet, weren't they?

F If they're all gone, who's going to fix our pipes?

F_M I should have never left the flower store. I should never have taken this job.

F Calm down, for heaven's sake. You haven't worked at a flower shop in five years!

M Have you got roses? Oh, yes, long stem or short stem. Short stem, please. And would you like some greenery with that.

F Snap out of it! It's just another day on the job!

M_EF This place has gone to the dogs since that Boyle girl left.

F_DH Oh, she broke his heart, she did.

M_EF It's worse than that. I think she was checking his calculations.

F_DH And now they won't even let her in. Oh dear. No wonder things keep exploding.

And a bunch of stuff that didn't fit neatly into the above.

The fog smells ... sort of sweet. It's not cyanide, is it?

Cyanide smells like almonds. It's probably nitrous oxide. I'd still stay out of it. Unless you need dental work!

Righto. ...Who are you, again?

I'm Reg.

Reg! Of course! I didn't recognize you.

The dimethylamino-phenylpropanol has turned into a salt!

Yes, that's normal. We isolate it as an oxalate salt.

No wonder there was an explosion! At 57 Celsius, motilene's practically itching to burst into flames!

Stop it! Just stop it! you're driving me out of my mind!

The flunitrazepam seems to be ... on fire.

05 There's a fire extinguisher in the office.

F I'm sure Dr. Verloc will come up with a better formula!

F Stop it! Just stop it! you're driving me out of my mind!

F_MS You don't work here, do you? SPY! SPY!

F_3 Oh. That's all right then.

F_6 Right! Forgot about that.

F_M Who the hell are you? INTRUDER! INTRUDER!

F_MS You don't work here, do you? SPY! SPY!

M Who the hell are you? INTRUDER! INTRUDER!

M You're an imposter. SPY! SPY!

M It's not! It's not! They've changed the formulas! The new ones have never worked. And now they're exploding.

PC Well, that'll make it easier to bottle, then, won't it?

PC Oh, Christ, where are the gas masks!

PC Ah. The good doctor left his keycard. I can get into his storage room now.

PC Heavens! Hit the alarm!

Stubbs I do not drink alcohol, nor should you attempt to induce a constable to be derelict in his duty!

Stubbs is the white bobby, by the way, for the all the apparent Stubbs/Verloc shippers out there. You could try to bribe him at a point based on this line, but he would be immune to your bullshit.

Anyway, the reason I went looking for these in the first place is because every time I play this game for someone, they get hung up on the part of the cutscene by Verloc says to do whatever they did the last time and then says that no one should know that.

Which I still don't know what it is that no one should know, but if they had kept the information checkpoint part of the gameplay, then it would have created a cool narrative twist where you had to look around for clues and information in the factory all the way up so you would know what you were talking about and not arouse suspicion, only to know too much when you get to Verloc's white bobby.

I also think that more gameplay like this would have been helpful in teaching the player how to examine the world more deeply. There's not really many quests where the information you need in is the world rather than told or given to you, but the game does use environmental storytelling a lot to enrich the narrative, only to have a lot of players not even knowing to look.

[zaungwrites]

I wrote a thing

Was trying to just stretch my writing muscles after months of not. Inspired by Nora dipping back into Exy, and poked at a fic I was trying to write set at Edgar Allen. It took me a couple goes, but I'm p happy with the tone and characterisation of Link.

On the way home to and from college, Link has to walk by Castle Evermore. He holds his breath for the time it takes to move past it and is ever so careful to keep his eyes averted. Every time, he wonders why his aunt chose to live so close to the exy court when they both know of her mostly ambivalence, sometimes hatred of the game and the place. Why she chooses to work for an institution that tried its best to bleed her dry. 

Then again, he supposes she probably wonders why he would choose to study in a place that reveres a game that had equally ruined his childhood. They are a little similar that way, like to pick at cuts and press on bruises. Reminders that they remain in one piece despite everything.

"Hey! Link!"

His head jerks up and for a moment his heart is racing. He is still unused to too loud noises and his name being yelled brings memories he would rather burn to ashes. His therapist tells him he might never be rid of his body's response which seems pretty pessimistic for a therapist but what does he know. 

His eyes register that it's only Jack, one of his few friends in college, but his heart takes a little longer to catch up. Breathing slow and deep like his therapist taught him, Link summons a smile. "Hey, didn't see you there." 

Jack jogs up to him and slings an arm around his shoulder with a wide grin. Link has trained his body's reaction to stop flinching to touches but it never fails to make his freeze or fawn response flair up. He makes his smile wider and makes his mouth say, "What's up? You're looking way too happy for first day of class." 

"We won the Kariya lottery, dude. Everyone's hyped."

"The what?"

Jack lets out a theatrical sigh. "One day I'll make an exy fan out of you. Benjamin Kariya, this generation's exy jesus chose Edgar Allen as his college of choice. There was literally thousands of money betting on where he'd go. Everyone thought he'd go to the Trojans or somewhere with, you know, a fucking chance. But for some fucking reason, and like I'm not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth, he's chosen here. Everyone's going nuts."

"Oh," says Link, unsure of what else to say.

Jack doesn't notice his reticence. He's a good friend, but not the most observant. Probably why Link likes him actually, it's nice to talk to someone who thinks his fucked up maladaptive responses to things is just him being quirky.

"The whole fucking summer that's all people were talking about. News literally came out last night. Shit, it's gonna be so fucking surreal to see him around campus."

Link makes a noise that he hopes conveys agreement. The name is familiar, he probably heard about the guy in passing back when he used to care about exy. Now all he can think is this probably means exy will become more of a fucking thing than it was before. And it was a pretty big thing even with Edgar Allen regularly placing last in the division for the past five years. 

"Well," Link says with a trace of irony, "Maybe the team might become known for more than possible mobster connections."

"Hey, that was never proven." 

"Yeah, okay," Link says with a shrug. Sure, never proven. That's why his aunt got a squirelly look the one and only time Link asked her about it. Whatever, not like it's going to affect Link's life. 

He's spent two years so far avoiding exy and exy avoiding him, he just has to keep his head down and get through the next two. Then he could go be a fucked up adult somewhere else. 

Easy.

-----

Who wants to guess that it won't be that easy and that Benjamin might make more of an appearance in Link's life? I actually have another snippet that I'm pretty happy with that I might post later? Dunno. As always credit to Nora for creating this world.

[rosetheex-editor]

[Audio transcript begin.]

[The transcript begins with the sound of an animatronic moving, a phone begins ringing as someone yawns.]

?: Thanks for the help bro!

[Voice registered: Waiting for a name.]

?: The gang hasn't moved this well in YEARS! probably because of all those u haul trips with tom.

[The phone continues ringing, as someone walks over and picks it up.]

?: Hello! Little bon's lucky land placing an order for here or to go?

?: CASSIUS DIDN'T SHOW UP IT WAS A DISTRACTION-

[Voice identified: Ness.]

[The phone call cuts out, the person can be heard setting the phone back on a table and walking back to the other person.]

?: Rose head outside, I gotta lock up, grab Nessa's phone.

[The person referred to as Rose can be heard getting up, grabbing the phone and stepping outside. A set of doors swing open as wind can be heard blowing.]

?: ugh… every fuckin' night… can i ever get a break?

[Voice identified: Rose.]

R: really wish he was still here… it's not fair…

?: [Distant.] Rose!

[Voice identified: Edgar…?]

R: … Dad?

E(?): [Distant.] Rose! I’ve missed you! Come over here!

[Rose can be heard running, an audible limp in her run. She can be heard trying not to cry.]

R: DAD WHERE ARE YOU!

E(?): [Distant.] You’re close! Keep running!

[The sound of footsteps on gravel changes to grass and leaves, Rose continues shouting.]

R: I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD! I REALLY REALLY THOUGHT I LOST YOU!

E(?): [Distant.] Come find me! I’ve missed you so much!

R: I'M TRYING! WHERE ARE YOU?

E(?): Hurry, Rose!

[Rose continues running, finally falling to her knees.]

R: I CAN'T! I CAN'T FIND YOU! I'M REALLY TRYING!

[The tone of his voice goes from happy to disappointed and serious instantly.]

E(?): You’re going to fail me again? I thought you cared.

R: I DO CARE! I'M REALLY TRYING DAD!

E(?): If you did, then you’d have found me by now..

[Rose can be heard slowly standing up and running again.]

R: I'll find you! I won't disappoint you!

E(?): You’re running out of time.

R: I'M RUNNING AS FAST AS I CAN!

E(?): Tick tock, Rose!

R: YOU HAVE TO TELL ME HOW CLOSE I AM!

E(?): You’re getting further away!

R: I-

[Rose can be heard swiftly turning the other direction, running even more.]

R: I'M TRYING BUT I DON'T SEE YOU!

E(?): Your time is almost up!

R: HOW CLOSE AM I?

E(?): Close enough to the point that it's pathetic that you can’t find me.

R: What…

[Rose begins coughing.]

R: i- i'm trying…

E(?): Not hard enough!

[Rose can be heard ripping open bushes, and running some more. All while coughing.]

R: PLEASE YOU HAVE TO TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE!

E(?): Ten seconds!

R: No. I.

[Rose begins running faster, the coughing now louder.]

R: PLEASE WHERE ARE YOU!

E(?): Seven!

R: I-

E(?): Six!

R: I THINK I SEE YOU!

E(?): Five!

[Rose runs even faster. The leaves crunching under every limping footstep.]

E(?): Four!

R: WHAT HAPPENS IF IT HITS 1?

E(?): Three.

[Rose makes a leap, landing in grass before making a cough that sounds as if she was dying. It sounds like she's trying to scratch at someone's leg.]

R: made… it…

E(?): Two.

R: What… NO NO I FOUND YOU I-

E(?): One.

R: NO I FOUND YOU!

E(?): Zero. Time’s up!

[The voice changes mid sentence, someone laughs.]

R: w- What

?: Hey there, Rose.

[Voice identified: Cassius.]

R: you.

C: Me.

R: I'll kill you YOU PIECE OF SHIT!

[Rose seemingly reaches for something, something that isn't there.]

R: w- Where's my knife… did i drop it?

C: Oh dear, it appears you might have! How sad.

[Rose can be heard trying to pull herself up using Cassius' leg.]

C: Oh, let go of that. Hands off.

[He shakes her off his leg, before clearing his throat.]

R: WHAT DID YOU DO TO NESS YOU JACKASS!

[Rose continues coughing.]

C: I don’t know. I’ve been here the whole time! You’d have to ask Alexander.

R: IF SHE'S DEAD I'LL KILL YO-

[Rose makes another barely human sound, before the sound of something being thrown.]

C: Woah, you sound like shit.

[Rose can be heard standing up slowly, before running at Cassius.]

R: GO TO HELL!

[Cassius can be heard swiftly dodging.]

C: I’ve already been, they asked for you.

R: … If Edgar's there then just do it. Get it the fuck over with. I can't beat you so.

C: Well, that’s no fun!

R: What- You wanted to kill me. I'm not gonna give you the satisfaction of a fight.

C: When did I say I wanted to kill you?

R: You made that clear last time we met.

[Rose coughs again.]

C: Meh, people change.

R: Ness told me… you won't help will. you didn't change.

C: I never do. Tell me, what’s different about this interaction? What’s changed in you?

R: I lost my father twice… I watched him die both times… I want to see him.

C: You’re so close. What was that last one?

R: I want. to see him.

C: There it is! I don’t like giving people the satisfaction of finally breathing their last breath. It’s not any fun for me. That’s what's different.

R: What if I went on live TV… Told the world about showfall… I have the fucking wound in my head to prove it!

C: Then I’d have to take care of you. But not now.

R: why… i'm giving you the perfect opportunity to clear up a loose end. Shoot me. And you deal with me and Edgar.

[Cassius takes a few steps, turning around.]

C: It’s more fun to keep you alive.

R: Fuck you. You coward. I hope the security rip your fucking organs out.

[He chuckles, a quiet click is heard.]

C: [In Edgar’s voice.] Alright, see you later, Rose.

[There are footsteps. They fade slowly. Until finally, Cassius is gone.]

R: GOD DAMNIT!

[Rose begins sobbing, someone can be heard running up.]

Ne: Where the fuck is mike… Rose what happened…

R: C- cassius… H- he…

[Ness begins shouting.]

Ne: IF YOU HEAR THIS YOU PIECE OF SHIT TELL OPHELIA TO HAVE A GOOD REASON FOR THIS OR THE DEAL'S OFF!

C: [Distant, once again in Edgar’s voice.] Of course, I’ll let her know!

Ne: Son of a bitch!

[Ness can be heard ripping her phone from the ground.]

Ne: Of course you’re recording.

[End transcript.]

[kotlc-deleted-scenes]

Keeper Summer Week #1

Deleted Original Prologue from Keeper of the Lost Cities 

I wrote this scene because I wanted the beginning of Keeper of the Lost Cities to feel mysterious and ominous. But I decided it didn't work for readers to have more knowledge about Sophie's past than Sophie did. It made her character feel a bit annoying, since it took her so long to catch up to everyone else. So I cut this and made the series third-person limited (meaning I only include a scene if Sophie is in it). Oh, and you may notice that a few of the details about Prentice's memory break have changed since I wrote this prologue. Writing is rewriting. (And rewriting again and again. And again!) 

—Shannon 

NO MATCH. 

The two words flashed red across the screen like a taunt, tempting Quinlin to fling the palm-size gadget off the rooftop and let it shatter into a million pieces below. 

Somehow he fought the urge, instead taking another slow, deep breath before pressing the final sequence of buttons. 

"Please work," he begged the tiny screen as he ran his fingers across his sweat-streaked forehead. 

Talking to inanimate objects—a sure sign of desperation. A second later the screen flashed with the words UNABLE TO PROCESS. 

Quinlin clenched the blinking square in his fist, like that would somehow make it cooperate. When it didn't help, he switched it off and shoved the gadget deep into the pocket of his cape and glanced up at the sky. 

Time to deliver the bad news.

The night was just starting to fade into the deep blue glow of early dawn, and one by one the stars were winking away. Alden would be there any minute. But as the seconds dragged by, Quinlin could only pace the length of the rooftop and wait. 

Back and forth. 

Back and forth. 

A flash of light stopped him in his tracks, and a tall figure in a dark gray cape shimmered onto the rooftop next to him. 

"I came as soon as I could," Alden apologized as he smoothed his dark wavy hair. His vibrant teal eyes shone even in the dim light. "What did you find?" 

Quinlin tried to force out the words. When they wouldn't come, he reached into his pocket and retrieved the gadget, holding it out to Alden. "See for yourself." 

Alden tapped the screen, and a hologram appeared-the twisted double helix of a DNA strand glowing in the darkness. 

"Well... this is a surprise," Alden whispered. A shadow of concern was painted across his handsome face. "Have you shown this to anyone?" 

"Only you." 

"Good. Let's keep it that way." 

Quinlin nodded. 

"You couldn't get anything else?" Alden asked, still studying the hologram. 

"I tried," Quinlin assured him. "But Prentice's mind was par- ticularly strong. I had to shatter his sanity in order to extract the one piece I recovered." 

Alden nodded gravely. "Such a waste." He held the hologram closer to his face, his eyes narrowing. "I'm no expert on these, but this one looks strange, doesn't it?" 

"It's been altered somehow," Quinlin agreed. "The system couldn't even process it." Frustration dripped off every word. 

Alden took a turn at pacing. "I assume there was no match…”

Quinlin laughed darkly. "I ran it five times." 

Alden ran it a sixth to be sure. "Well... at least we know it's a girl." 

They both fell silent, lost in their own thoughts. 

"What do you think it means?" Quinlin finally whispered into the darkness. 

"I have no idea," Alden admitted. He touched the center of the screen, and the hologram disappeared. "But I need to find her." 

"You really think you can?" Quinlin asked. “Where will you look?" 

"I'm not entirely sure. Though... I suppose if I wanted to hide a child, there's one place I would be fairly certain no one would search." 

Quinlin sucked in a breath. "You don't mean…”

Alden nodded. "It seems like the best place to start." 

"But... there are so many of them—and she could be anywhere." 

"It won't be easy," Alden agreed. "I'll probably have to wait until her abilities develop before I can truly identify her." 

"That will take years," Quinlin warned. 

"I know. We'll all have to be patient." 

Quinlin looked away. "The poor child…” 

A rueful smile spread across Alden's lips. "Oh, they're not all bad." 

"Still. To be raised by humans." Quinlin cringed just saying the word. 

Alden's teal eyes twinkled mysteriously as he pulled a pathfinder from his pocket and held the crystal out into the first rays of dawn. A single beam of light was refracted toward the ground. "Who knows? Maybe it will be good for her," he said, mostly to himself, before glancing at Quinlin. "I'll let you know when I find her." 

"Don't you mean if you find her?" Quinlin couldn't help asking. 

Alden shook his head. "Oh, I will find her. I just don't know what we'll do with her once I do." He gave a half bow and stepped into the beam of light from his wand. 

His body glittered for a second and then vanished. 

[shanie-the-toyaddict]

He Used To Be Mine - Part "This isn't going to make sense but whatever"

He Is Gone (But He Used To Be Mine)

Rating: T Characters: Kevin Owens, Sami Zayn Pairings: Kevin Owens/Sami Zayn Tags: Angst, Fluff with angst ending, Post Survivor Series: War Games, Past Relationship, Flashbacks, Tiny reference to sex but nothing NSFW Word Count: 3236

.....

Kevin has so many memories of Sami Zayn.

Memories of life, love, joy, and sadness. Twenty years of his life spent with Sami. With, against, alongside, however it was for them at the time. Sami was such a fixture in his life that if you had told Kevin just five years earlier that he'd ever reach a point where he was ready to say goodbye, he'd have called you a liar and then kicked your ass for even suggesting it.

But now, a short few days after getting his heart broken at Survivor Series, Kevin has reached that exact point. Far from "Nothing without you", Kevin has arrived at "Nothing with you" and he isn't looking back.

Well.

Maybe he's looking back a little.

......

This story is posted here as something of a teaser. The ending of this story isn't going to make much sense due to Parts 5 and 6 of the saga not being written/posted yet but I'm throwing it up on here in case anyone wants to read it in the meantime. It won't be going on AO3, not just yet. That context from 5 and 6 is far too important here.

Anyway, story under cut.

October 2017

“Oh god, help. Kevin, help.”

Sami was gripping his stomach. He’d eaten too much. They both had. An entire turkey feast, just for the two of them, in celebration of their renewed partnership. The turkey hadn’t been terribly huge, but factoring in the green beans, the stuffing, and the potatoes, it was far too much food for the two of them.

But then, the point of the meal had been to give thanks, so Kevin was willing to help make it. Still, even he had to admit it probably wasn’t the best idea.

“Why did we think this was a good idea, Kev,” Sami lamented, “You know, I’m trying to stop eating meat, why would you do this to me?”

Kevin let out a long breath. “One last hurrah? If you’re gonna go veggo, you should say goodbye right.”

“This was supposed to be a hello, Kevin, not a goodbye. A celebration, not us stuffing ourselves into oblivion.”

“Are you mad? You cooked most of it, wasn’t it good enough?”

Sami shook his head, “No, food was great, I just...”

A loud burp escaped Sami and he quickly covered his mouth.

“Nice,” Kevin remarked.

“Yeah, well we’re going to be miserable tomorrow. Just be glad we aren’t scheduled to be back on the road until the weekend, I need to sleep this off.”

Kevin let out another long sigh before getting up and starting to gather the dishes. “You know, Sami,” he said, “I didn’t tell you to have thirds on stuffing. That one was all you.”

“I can’t help it. If I’m going to be vegan, I need to get used to eating a lot of bread.”

“Like you need a reason to eat bread.”

“True.”

Sami pushed back his chair and got to his feet. Kevin moved beside him, reaching for the remains of the potatoes. Kevin didn’t know what made him look twice, maybe intuition, but as he glanced back at Sami, he realized Sami was wobbling a bit. Faster than Kevin knew he could move, he put the potatoes down and took Sami by the waist, holding him steady.

“You ok there, Sami?” he asked.

“Yeah, just... I’m not used to eating like this anymore. Maybe I should go home...”

“Maybe you should go upstairs and take a nap.”

“Maybe. I suppose I could, I mean...”

Sami’s voice trailed off and, suddenly, Kevin realized just how close they were. His hands were still on Sami, not quite in an embrace, but the closeness was undeniable. They’d only been friends again for two days and everything was new again. The way Sami looked at him, without resentment or fear. The way Sami would smile at him, and his eyes would shine.

But then, there was something always creeping around the edges of the fond gazes.

Anxiety. Nervousness.

Almost as if Sami didn’t want to believe it was real or, more likely, couldn’t believe he’d made the choice he did. Kevin would be lying if he didn’t have the same thoughts, doubt and disbelief weighing down his heart that somehow, through some impossibility, Sami had returned to him.

Forgiven him.

He didn’t deserve Sami, not by a long shot, but as Kevin stood as close as he was to Sami, close enough that Kevin could practically feel Sami’s breath on his skin, Kevin was silently praying that Sami didn’t regret his choice.

Somewhere in his brain, the tiniest thought was building. The thought of how easy it would be to lean forward and kiss Sami, right there in his dining room. Kiss him and claim him. Show his hand and his heart and make it clear to Sami how much he needed Sami, how much he loved and wanted Sami...

“Kev, you with me?”

Sami’s voice brought Kevin out of his thoughts and, quickly, he released his grip and stepped back.

“I’m ok,” he said quickly, “Go on. There’s a spare bed upstairs waiting for you. I can clean up.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want – ”

“Go to bed before you pass out on my table. I’m not dealing with you breaking my dishes. Or my table. Go, Go!”

Sami’s grin was broad and bright and he headed for the staircase. Kevin watched him go, his heart beaming at how happy Sami seemed.

Sami was partway up the stairs when his foot slipped.

“SAMI!” Kevin called out as Sami fell, sliding back down the staircase and landing in a pile at the bottom. Kevin was at his side in moments. “Sami, oh God, Sami are you ok? Please, are you...”

Kevin stopped.

Sami was... laughing?

What the...

He wasn’t just laughing, he was giggling.

“Sami what the fuck. Are you – did you hit your head?”

Sami just kept laughing and, taking Kevin’s hand, he pulled himself up. “I’m fine,” he said between giggles, “I’m ok, I promise. I’m just so, so...”

Kevin was still in disbelief as Sami leaned forward, placing a quick peck on his cheek.

“I’ve missed you, that’s all,” he said. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“You’re in my house,” Kevin replied, “I live here.”

Sami’s grin just got bigger. “Then I’m glad I’m here.”

Kevin’s mind began to stutter. There was no regret or hesitation in his voice. No doubt, no anxiety, no sign at all that he was questioning his decision.

Almost as if he’d finally found peace with his choice.

Still, Kevin had to ask.

“Are you happy, Sami?” he asked, his voice low and quiet. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather be soaking in the adoration of the masses? I’m sure they’d take you back, maybe if you smacked me with a chair or something...”

“Kev,” Sami said, looking at him like he was being silly. “Trust me. There’s nowhere I’d rather be. I promise.”

A weight the size of a planet lifted off Kevin’s shoulders.

They really were back.

….

January 2018

“How many black hoodies do you own, Sami?”

Sami was sorting laundry in Kevin’s hallway. It wasn’t like Sami didn’t have his own washing machine but ever since they’d started dating, Sami had been spending as much time as he could at Kevin’s house. They weren’t living together, it was far too early for that, but Sami had brought enough of his things over from his house that he could spend the night whenever he wanted, even setting up a sajjāda so he could do his prayers.

Kevin had to admit it was nice, spending so much time with Sami. More than nice, it was everything he’d ever dreamed of, Sami with him, in his life, in his bed...

Kevin watched as Sami threw yet another black hoodie on the pile of darks.

“Seriously, Sami,” he said, “Do you wear anything else? I mean, ring gear is one thing, but you don’t have to wear the same thing every single day.”

Sami frowned, looking down at the woefully uneven piles of laundry. “What else am I supposed to wear?”

Kevin huffed, heading over to the piles. There was a small pile of lights sitting in the corner and, reaching down, he pulled a white and blue striped polo shirt from the top of it.

“You know,” Kevin said, “you used to love these things. Whatever happened to these?”

Sami shrugged. “I don’t know, I just outgrew them? They don’t look as good on me now? I have no idea; I just don’t wear them much anymore. Why, do you think I should?”

Kevin tossed the shirt back on the pile and stepped closer to his lover, wrapping his arms around Sami’s waist. “You don’t have to,” replied Kevin, “You can wear whatever you want. I just think you should vary it up a bit.”

“Yeah, but if I vary it too much, how will people know it’s me?”

Chuckling, Kevin replied, “Please, nobody would ever mistake you for anyone other than Sami Zayn. Or, maybe, Seth Rogan, but that can’t be helped.”

Kevin leaned forward, stealing a kiss and Sami smiled.

“Besides,” Kevin added, “You’d look good in anything. You’re fucking sexy, you could wear a burlap sack and I’d still want you.”

Sami ducked his head bashfully. “You just want whatever I’m wearing on your bedroom floor.”

“Damn right.”

Kevin kissed him again, on the cheek, and fuck, Kevin would never get bored with that. Kissing Sami was the best thing in the world, he could kiss Sami forever and never be sick of it. A million kisses, kissing him every day for the rest of their lives.

There was nothing better than kissing Sami.

Well, nothing except one thing...

“Get the laundry on,” Kevin told his lover, his voice turning low and sultry, “I have a great idea for a way to spend the afternoon.”

Sami bit his lip. “Mmmm, is it the same way you want to spend every afternoon?”

Kevin just grinned and wiggled his eyebrows.

“Geez, Kev,” said Sami, “You’re going to kill me.”

“Not a chance.”

Kevin's hand traveled downward, and, with a quick squeeze, he let go of his lover and stepped back.

“I’ll see you when you’re done,” Kevin told him, his voice practically purring.

He watched as Sami’s tongue ran across his lips before, moving much faster than before, he returned to his sorting.

…..

April 2018

“Come on, not again,” Kevin grumbled.

Sami was patting the spot next to him on the white couch in the middle of Kevin’s living room.

“Please, Kev?” he begged, ���Just one.”

“No!”

It was another night at home. Well, Kevin’s home.

They weren’t really living together.

They’d been together for four months by that point and even Kevin knew that would be moving way too fast. Not that they hadn’t taken their time getting together, but as far as dating went, they were still feeling things out. It was cozy, being with Sami, but frankly, the guy still got on his nerves...

… especially when he was doing something as dumb as trying to get him to watch yet another stupid food show.

“I don’t understand how you watch those things, Sami,” said Kevin, “It’s not like you could or would eat half that stuff. More than half, shit, ninety percent of the food on those stupid programs you wouldn’t go near, why the hell do you keep watching them?”

“It’s about the process, Kevin!” Sami insisted, his voice halfway to a whine. “Please, just... we just got our jobs back and we have to go back on the road full-time next week. Can’t you spend time with me? Please???”

Kevin rolled his eyes. “God, you sound pathetic. Which one is this anyway?”

“Triple D. I know you like this one, come on. Sit with me.”

Sami had a point. Kevin did like that one.

He shook his head. “Fine. Which one is it this week, and don’t tell me it’s another pizza episode, those just make me feel bad.”

“No, that was last week. This one has seafood. Here, sit.”

Sami patted the couch again.

“Ok, you win. Let me grab a drink.”

Sami grinned broadly, tapping his feet back and forth with a giggle.

Kevin didn’t know what he’d done to deserve Sami’s nonsense.

Actually, he didn’t know what he’d done to deserve Sami period.

They’d spent so long trying to thrash each other, beat the shit out of each other, hell, Kevin had at one point been determined to end Sami’s career.

And there he was, spending his nights off in some form of domestic bliss with the only person he’d ever wanted to.

Ok, maybe not domestic bliss.

They still fought. They still argued and tried to kick each other’s asses and Kevin would be lying if he said he didn’t find Sami annoying on a regular basis. But he’d also be lying if he said he wasn’t happier than he’d ever been. Sami, finally his, however that had worked out.

It wasn’t perfect. But then they never would be. Best to take what he could and the rest would work itself out.

Kevin opened the fridge, looking for something cold to drink.

Water. La Croix. Tea. More La Croix. Iced coffee. Still more La Croix.

Kevin shook his head. “Sami, did you ignore the shopping list again this week?” he called into the other room.

“What’s that, Kev?” came the shouted reply.

Kevin hung his head before grabbing a bottle of water and heading into the living room.

“You know, Sami,” Kevin told him, “I’m gonna stop letting you get me groceries if you refuse to buy me drinks I like.”

Sami’s eyes went wide. “Wait, did I forget the Pepsi again?”

“Yeah, you did. You know, I texted you a list, it wouldn’t kill you to look at it.”

“Sorry,” Sami replied, “I’ll remember next time.”

“No, you won’t.”

“I will!”

“Bullshit. Last week we had to call AAA to get into your car because you somehow remembered to lock the doors but forgot totake the keys out of the ignition. Seriously, the one time you lock the damn car.”

“I’m trying, OK?” Sami protested. “Can we just watch the show? There’s this Bosnian diner on this week that I wanna see. They make this awesome Cevapi and...”

“Wait, did you already watch this?” Kevin asked sharply.

Sami froze. “Uhh...”

“You’ve already seen it and you’re watching it again.”

Sami’s eyes were pleading at that point. “Please? Yeah, I saw it, but I want to see it again. Besides, it isn’t about watching it again, it’s about watching it with you.”

Kevin’s heart did half a somersault in his chest at the way Sami was looking at him. His eyes soft, emotive, and full of love as if the television could be showing a documentary on paint drying and he’d still want to watch it with Kevin.

Kevin smiled.

“Ok,” Kevin said, moving to sit beside his lover, “But I get the remote.”

“It’s your house,” Sami said, handing it over, “I’m just glad you let me spend time here.”

“We’ve been dating for months, Sami, why wouldn’t I?”

“I guess.”

The was a moment of quiet between them before, leaning over, Sami smacked Kevin on the cheek with a loud, messy kiss. He pulled back a moment later, giggling and satisfied with himself. Kevin grumbled and wiped his cheek.

“Damn it, Sami, don’t steal my moves.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Kevin lifted the remote, starting the stream. The opening advertisements sprung to life as Kevin put his arm around his lover. As he did, Sami leaned closer, snuggling close in a manner that couldn’t possibly have been comfortable but was unequivocally Sami Zayn.

Sami sighed against him, and Kevin pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Sami’s head. It was just a TV show, sure. And even Kevin had to admit Guy Fieri was entertaining. But really?

The company was the best part.

…....

December 2022

Memories.

So many memories.

The staircase, the laundry room, the kitchen, the living room couch.

A mantle of photos from countless adventures and excursions Kevin had taken with the only person he’d ever dreamed of sharing them with. Memories upon memories, all built in a house that had never quite lost its shine and was made infinitely cozier by the company and life shared in it.

A life with Sami Zayn.

A life that was over now.

And as Kevin looked around his now empty house, his heart was breaking.

No more washer and dryer. The fridge and couch were gone, taken to his new place.

The staircase was still there, but all it led to was more emptiness. Emptiness like the hole in Kevin Owens’ heart, torn open and ripped apart by the extraction of his better half.

Could you even call someone your better half if you were never married?

Kevin shook his head.

He’s not dead, he told himself. Stop thinking about him like he’s dead.

Kevin sighed looking around again at the barren room.

He might as well have been.

Sami had made his choice. And it wasn’t him. In the end, it would never be him.

He knew it wouldn’t be, Sami had always been better than him, he had always known he was loving on borrowed time. That the beat of his heart was being sustained by something unsustainable.

Destined to do this forever.

He should have known forever would eventually end.

Granted, it was his choice. Sami would want to fight him. Sami always wanted to fight him and, up until then, Kevin had been willing to indulge him.

No longer. Kevin was done.

He ran his fingers along the cream-painted wall. People always made comments about how ‘If walls could talk’.

Frankly, Kevin was glad those walls couldn’t. They probably wouldn’t have much nice to say. Nothing that wouldn’t gut him like a fish anyway.

True, he’d been planning on moving for some time. Florida had become a shitty place to live in recent years, between the weather and the politics. He’d wanted to leave for years, it was just a matter of finding the right place to go.

Not telling Sami, however, hadn’t been part of the plan. He’d always intended to, it just wasn’t the right time.

And three months earlier, when Sami had dared to suggest that they could hook up without strings attached, the way Sami had moaned his name but still couldn’t say, “I love you,” as if those words were offensive to him...

Kevin knew it would never be the right time.

He couldn’t even look at Sami after that. He had to escape, get the hell away from him. Hunter had been kind enough to let him take time off and it worked out great because it gave him a chance to do some packing. And now that the end had come, that he was leaving for the final time...

Leaving Sami. It was for the best.

Kevin walked through the kitchen, his fingers brushing against the black marble countertops, as if he could somehow bring back the past through lingering touches where they had once shared meals, shared their lives.

He closed his eyes tightly as the memories flooded back.

So many memories. If he could, he’d forget them. It would hurt less if he could just erase Sami from his life. Or, maybe it wouldn’t. Maybe if he had a way to erase Sami, it would make it worse.

Or just make it all go away. Kevin had once said he was nothing without Sami. Now he wanted nothing to do with him. Wherever life took him after that, it would be alone. No more friends, no more lovers, nobody who could break his heart and leave him behind in favor of some bullshit family who didn’t deserve their attention let alone their love. It was time to focus on the prize, the one he should have been focusing on all along.

Because if he couldn’t have Sami, he would settle on Roman’s titles as a consolation prize.

Kevin let out a long, shaking breath.

It really was time to leave.

Opening his eyes again, he walked through the kitchen, grabbing the keys as he passed by before heading through the garage door and locking it behind him.

And as he drove down the street away from his house the final time, he didn’t even offer Sami’s house a glance as he passed by.

[jazzfic]

ao3 (un)wrapped

Unless I manage to finish anything else in December, I posted a total of 71,491 words in 2022. I say posted, not written, as technically the largest portion of that (thank you, one story that is Long) was scribbled in the year before.

But!

It is the most words in a single year in all the years that I have been shoving letters into the ao3 mailbox, PO Box Me.

*small party kazoo*

(Everything under the cut, unsurprisingly and predictably, Star Trek: Picard)

The Not-Always-An-Emergency Players Present A Helpful and Hospitable Production: The Most Excellent and Lamentable Tragedy of-- The holograms put on some light amateur dramatics. This indulgence of a preamble plus five acts and intermission was all because I wanted to write a fic where the balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet is performed in the most impractical place on the most impractical stage. Rios is annoyed for 32,000 words. I am very proud of this very, very silly thing.

dearest henrietta, shall space nor species divide us. The Hospitality Hologram sings a parting ode to his adoring whale shaped lover.

(hold fast and) don’t let go. Light angst. Agnes gets some hugs.

the third option. Written as season 2 began, probably naively. In summary: poor Emmet.

Emil and the Nightingale. Meanwhile, because things were horrible in canon, I returned to the bubble for this interlude in which the EMH dons some imaginary pips. (Oh, Emil.)

Twelve. Written after season 2 ended, probably crying. In summary: poor Emmet.

another ocean in which to swim. My brief attempt to work the barebones that held season 2 into a universe I could deal with.

Never had a Crew. (WIP) Unfortunately that 'dealing with' light and easy task hasn't gone too well. Probably backwards, actually. So I went back into the bubble and have stayed there. This fic was to string together short pieces that dealt with incidental La Sirena type things, mostly in the nebulous world called season 1.5. This probably should have been created as a series (a thing I am not used to doing) but nevermind. It is also majoring in silliness again. So far, contains An Enoch on the ceiling, Emil chairing a meeting with his plants, and Steward playing Say Yes to the Cardigan with Rios.

any little welcome. Rios is forced into holiday mode where he faffs about with the Troi-Riker's pizza oven and sends a non-Kestra approved bow wave over Agnes (in that order).

This is Our Get Along Glitch in the Holo-Matrix (Tee Shirt). Emil and Steward become stuck to one another and have a Wonderful Time.

say you got lost. Poor Agnes deals with some stuff. It's Whumptober, so angst, very.

Party on the Cube! (Synths, Bring a Plate). (WIP) Poorly timed, as it won't nearly or not ever be finished by actual new years, but this is just some long winded party preparations overseen by the holos, plus some other character moments lacking in plot, while La Sirena is on Coppelius in the weeks leading up to 2400. Might one day contain an actual party.

[kitkatt0430]

Since I rambled about last weeks episode as I watched it, I'm gonna do that again with this week's episode. So spoilers for The Flash S09E03 - Rogues of War beneath the cut. I'm depending on Hartley Rathaway to make things interesting again, so let's find out if he pulls through for me.

Opens with Fiddler and Boomerang having fun with a break in. I do enjoy their banter. Murmur, though... so creepy. (Yeah, I did see spoilers first so I know who is in the creepy mask.)

Barry and Iris taking cooking lessons in France. I do love that. And does this mean Iris is no longer a lethal chef? Since it took them 40 times in Flashtime... probably not.

But Iris really does not seem thrilled when Barry mentions she'll be pregnant soon. So seems like Ep 1's reveal of Iris' dislike of knowing so much about how her future is meant to happen hasn't been entirely dealt with. I'm not thrilled with this arc tbh. Like... I want to be glad they're finally addressing Iris feeling like she doesn't really have any real agency in her own life. But the time to address that was passed seasons ago. So doing it now feels forced.

oh lovely the app crashed, lets reboot that and hope I can skip forward to the right point.

Khione continues to make me think of Layla from Sky High, what with her interest in nature. And whatever is up with her is more interesting than the ongoing Chester/Allegra stuff.

Ooooh they name dropped the Cosmic Treadmill. I do love the Cosmic Treadmill. And after exposition and flashbacks and more exposition... yay there's Hartley!!!

STAR Labs for safe keeping. *snicker* Iris do you even hear yourself?

Hartley with his grin as he convinces Barry that they should steal shit together is hilarious. Like, he has to be having so much fun with this. Especially since they need more Rogues to pull it off.

Is Khione the official blocker of Chester/Allegra? Please say yes.

I don't remember Jaco right now (am I spelling his name right???) so I'm gonna have to look him up later.

Hartley pissing off Blaine makes me smile. Especially since he dislikes Hartley so much after last episode that Blaine makes a point of saying he isn't taking orders from Hartley. Oh how terrible, Hartley forced you to do the right thing and then pointed out getting drunk won't help. (Like... to some degree, I do get that there may be another source of his resentment of Hartley. If Blaine knows the story about Roderick and how Hartley waited five years to get him back then he may resent Hartley for getting his boyfriend back while Hartley destroyed the one thing that might bring back Frost. Of course, the biggest difference is that Hartley never tried to sacrifice anyone else's life to save Roderick. And, well... Roderick was never actually dead. Paused the show to write this so let's get back to it now.)

Goldface being dramatic and I do love that about him. And it amuses me that his on again, off again with Amunet is off again. And Carver. *cackling with laughter here* "Book club will remain a safe space." Lies apparently. *snicker* Hartley has to be wondering what kind of supervillain Goldface even is at this point. Also judging Barry so hard for his criminal contacts.

Oh... Jaco was in the episode where Iris got to be the Flash. I vaguely remember him now.

The bickering Rogues and Hartley once again asserting he's the smartest person in the room. Oh my arrogant Pied Piper. I do enjoy seeing him be so confident in his brilliance. :D Goldface and Blaine not getting along just makes me like Goldface more. And I already enjoy his character so much this episode.

What even is the point of the Chester/Allegra scene shoehorned in here?

Anyway, more Rogues banter. And Hartley is such a little shit. He's having so much fun pushing people's buttons and of course the Rogues being assholes to each other turns into them united against Barry so that they'll finally work together... which I think was Hartley's plan from the moment he started pushing buttons. He is a chess master who played against Eobard Thawne, after all.

Iris worrying about putting her career on hold to be a mom is pretty understandable. And I think it'd help if maybe she realized that she'll have more than just Barry to lean on when it comes to making time for herself once Nora comes. Joe and Cecile may wind up moving away, but Team Flash will still be there. And theoretically they're a found family.

I'm proud of Chester, making the Wayne Enterprises connection.

Oh, now Khione is enabling the Chester/Allegra. Bad Khione. Stop that.

Barry apologizing to the Rogues is actually kinda sweet. As funny as Goldface figuring out that Barry's the Flash on the spot, it's so much funnier that Jaco is just like 'yeah they got the same Jitter's order, it's obvious'. Had to pause the episode again, that's just hilarious. I may not have remembered Jaco before, but he is certainly memorable now. Barry, Barry, Barry... what is even the point of pretending to have a secret identity at this point?

So I'm kinda expecting Blaine to have betrayed them based on the listening device that showed up earlier. But it is fun to see all four Rogues working together with Barry.

Oh there's the betrayal. Mark Blaine. Asshole. I hate his stupid jacket. It looks terrible.

I do like that Hartley's first instinct is to tell Barry he's on the way to help. Of course, there are three more bad guy Rogues to stop Barry's Rogues from helping him.

De-powered Barry vs Blaine was definitely not gonna go Barry's way, but the Rogues vs Rogues was fun to watch. And Hartley canonically knows ASL!!!!!! Yes!

Jaco and Fiddler stopping mid fight to flirt. I adore them. That was unexpected and so cute.

Goldface naming the Red Death from Edgar Allen Poe. :D

Ooooh, likes like Hartley isn't the only Rogue sticking around. Goldface and Jaco will be helping out more this season too. Doesn't seem like they'll be in the next episode though, but I guess I'll know for sure when I check out the trailer for episode four.

Ryan has been missing for how long? And Team Flash is only finding out now? Why are these super hero teams so bad at reaching out to each other for help?

Fiddler is my fav bad Rogue now. Between flirting with Jaco and calling Blaine 'abs' mockingly, she's fun. And Blaine finding out that maybe he's in over his head now is exactly what he deserves.

Now for post episode thoughts.

Khione still doesn't seem to have a purpose. If she's supposed to be the right hero at the right time, then it may be a slog to get there. But right now, Caitlin would be a much more useful character than Khione is. So while Khione is sweet, that's all she seems to have going for her at the moment.

Chester/Allegra feel even more like a romantic plot tumor when there's Fiddler/Jaco's instant chemistry there to compare it to. Or last week's flirting with Hartley/Roderick.

Murmur trying to recruit Hartley was unexpected, but interesting in what it says about the respect Hartley must have commanded before he retired to run the club with Roderick. Especially since Goldface recognized Hartley once he identified himself as the Pied Piper. I'm not sure what to do with that yet, but it'll wind up expanded on in fanfic form eventually. I do like it's continuation on the last episode's themes about change, though. Hartley, when offered the chance to join the bad guys, turns the opportunity down because that's not who he chooses to be anymore. Compared to Blaine who presumably sought out Red Death's side because he cares more about his grief than what Frost would actually want. Much as I don't like Blaine, the narrative foil set up between him and Hartley is actually kinda interesting.

However. Does not look like we're getting more Hartley next week based on the trailer for episode 4, but maybe we'll learn how Ryan became the Red Death and if she's even our universe's Ryan? It'd be interesting if this is how the multiverse were to be reintroduced to the show. Probably not, but it's a thought.

Since ep3 was a more lighthearted episode, I'm expecting ep4 and ep5 (since they seem to be a two parter based on the naming) to be much darker. Which the teaser trailer seems to back up.

Despite the lack of Hartley, I think I'll tune in anyway next week. I mean, he might show up? And even if he doesn't, I don't want to miss out on important plot points for later. For now anyway. This season does seem better than what I saw of S8, but honestly it's a low bar to clear and my faith in the show runners/writers is pretty much gone.

(I'm still rooting for anyone to stab Mark Blaine in a dark alleyway. Because I'm afraid they're gonna give him yet another redemption arc. Undeservedly. Though it'd be great if he did not get a redemption arc and then Hartley gets to curbstomp him.)

[haechanhues]

GMMTV 2025

Girl Rules - OKAY I am into it <3 Love the whole aesthetic first of all and seconds in and I'm already wanting to watch it. I also just really love MilkLove.

Ticket To Heaven - Aesthetics remind me a little of a Jeff Satur music video but FourthGem and I'm already invested. They're so bloody handsome I can't deal with it. Also feels really raw for this couple so I'm excited to see where it goes.

Only Friends : Dream On - I feel like I'm cheating watching this trailer without seeing Only Friends yet. Can't wait for the mess though (and Ohm's in here, I didn't finish watching Kidnap just cause i wasn't feeling it but I do wanna see them in this) Also NEO?! (Boston, in this case)

Wu - I'm absolutely loving the supernatural elements of this upcoming drama. The music during the ending sounds very Marvel though so it gave me a little chuckling power.

Me and Thee - PondPhuwin! Did Pond cut his hair? Something feels different and I'm pretty sure it's that. OMG PERTH?!?! Fucking wait, sorry?! I've just seen my baby. It's quite funny though, little bit of crack. Also very familiar music at the end? (Where have I heard it before?)

That Summer - First man on the screen Winny <3 Omg Mond and Neo too. Oh yes, WinnySatang main couple I'm looking forward to it. You have no idea how much I adore them. Like really. Is Mond acting as Winny's uncle?!

Boys In Love - Well he's a new face to me... I think? He's got nice lips (sorry I can't think of anything else but kind of reminds me of like Felix + Kento Yamazaki mixed together)....Aww it is very cute though, kind of fluttery. But I think the KimMon couple with Chokun and Aston is the couple I'm most excited for.

Burnout Syndrome - First of all, sick title. Also Gun? AND IS THAT DEW?! WHAT THE HELL I was not expecting him I feel like I haven't seen him in years. OffGun <3 Dew once again, playing the morally good (?) homewrecker.

Cat For Cash - FIRSTKHAOTUNG! Is that View's voice? Weird but I'm oddly intrigued, won't be the weirdest shit I'll watch and purely cause the couple-Satang again?! Sweet sounding OST.

Dare You To Death - I'm really excited to see Drake in this. Not really feeling the couple though but this is just the teaser. I'm more into the mystery thriller side of this drama rather than the romantic side, but I can definitely be persuaded.

Love you teacher - PERTH! I love him so much. It's quite cute - following his boyfriend to teach. CAR CRASH? Amnesia i'm guessing....didn't have to guess long. AH KAY! You have no idea how much power this man has over me. I am such a Perth girl it's honestly unreal. Established relationship also?

A Dog and A Plane - Tay and Marc? HELLO. God. Just exposing my faves in this post really. Not really interested in the drama at all though.

My Romance Scammer - This guy reminds me of Byungchan or Junkyu and another reminds me of a smaller Song Kang. Was gonna say not interested but now with that twist in there I'm a lot more interested.

My Magic Prophecy - Oooh Jimmy should be in his element. Will probably really only watch this for Jimmy. But I really do like the supernatural element in this.

MU-TE-LOVE - PRIMILY my girl <3 There's a lot of fortune related dramas I see. Dew, player. Is that Jamie from Home School? I can't tell. ONE OF THE TWINS. NEO AS A DRAG QUEEN HELLO. As this teaser goes on, it gets more random but also so interesting and like oddly unrelated. No, but Ohm's new man is so attractive.

Whale Store xoxo - MILKLOVE. I am not as interested in it as I am Girl Rules. But I do think it's cute. Very small town romance cute. Ending song also cute.

I Love 'A Lot Of' You - ....C'mon. Nanon's in here. But like what the hell is happening? OHH okay five personalities/alters and making them all fall in love with him. Nanon always tends to pick really good fucking scripts that interest me. I'd love if only four of them really loved him and then the other one has no interest in him.

Head 2 Head - I'm loving the banter. ALSO TWIST? I'm also interested in the side couple too.

Melody of Secrets - I'm interested in this horror/thriller/mystery thing and Force is cool. I feel like I'm watching one of ENHYPEN's highlight reel things. Book has really pretty eyes.

[ceceliaahathaway]

"Mahogany?" Her smile lingers. Now if only he'd listen and let her sway him into getting that in a linen. OH GOD! The desires she harboured for this man, if granted just one day with him, are unfathomable.

[ Get your head out of the gutter. She was talking about a shopping spree, a professional colour analysis (though she'd say he was autumn), and a trip to Stuart Phillips. Sheesh. ]

Cece was honestly a little touched by his concern, but dismissed it anyway, "I'll have you know Gideon. I frequented all kinds of places similar to this one quite often back in America." While it was true that she was somewhat disconnected from this lifestyle nowadays, it didn't imply she was entirely unfamiliar with it. She could hold her own. She took another sip of her beer to seal the deal. Had it been sold? Probably not entirely just yet, but she had another strategy in place to accomplish that. Not yet, but soon... the night was still young and he'd distracted her. Adam..

She found herself thinking about him, the cash she'd just put in a Hurlingham locker, and hopefully the end to this painful and unbearable idea that she might lose him. He was a loving man, reasonable and sincere, but she knew the moment he found out that she'd cast him aside for doing the Devil's dance in the middle of Harrods, just a little over a year ago.. she'd lose him. She would deserve to. Another sip and she was back! Ready to help a friend.. Just like her past gymnastics lessons had taught her, if you fall you better get back up on that beam or Coach K, will snap your leotard so hard against your skin you'll have tan marks.

"It's supposed to mean what it means.. yes, word got around. Don't come at me, Gideon. It's not my fault your organisation has a bunch of loose lips and gossip priors dwelling inside." Sure it was unpleasant to hear people were talking about your private affairs behind your back (she'd been there. Thanks Charlene), however, this hostility was entirely unjustified.

Too far--

Her eyes prickled. "I'm sorry..." for caring, she almost ended up adding. "I'm..." She looked away. Of course she'd come here partially for herself. She was trying to a shake a few demons. But, she'd also come here in order to help a child. "I'm a mother. I--" She turned back to face him, her eyes glistening from the tears starting to fill them up, "-- heard about your custody battle and heard how much of a good father you were and I just thought, I'm in a position to help, so I should do something." She turned away again, though this time only briefly before she was back around and assaulting him with guilt (maybe). "I'll take a step back. I'll inform him that you have your own strategy to reunite with your child. I'm sorry for bothering you, Gideon. It won't happen again."

Was Cece surprised he'd turned down her offer. Only slightly. She knew it was hard for men, especially men in power (was he powerful? maybe cutting down a tree in his usual lumbar jack gab) and she should've been more delicate with it. Next time. Not with Gideon. No, she was done offering him her kindness and time, but her next charity case. Yes, they would receive her more delicate hand.

She watched as another beer was placed down in front her. Confusion shifting her face towards the man, "sent from table five with a message... when your boyfriend is done breaking up with you come and have a drink with us." Eyes went wide, as she looked down at her new beer, over at the table (young, but not as rugged as she thought she'd find in this area of the woods) and back up to Gideon. "Well, uh, thank you." She was a little embarrassed to tell the truth. Her cheeks blushing.

Eyes back on Gideon, she motioned to her new beer, "didn't go cheap either."

Her mind was made up now. She'd finish her beer. Go home and delete Gideon Rutherford's unappreciative face from her phone forever.

He snorts at that, he really can't help it.

"Wouldn't dream of it," the Rutherford answers, sticking his hands up in a brief show of surrender. Another laugh as he shakes his head, wondering at the sight of her... Here of all places. "But I'll have you know, I even own a pair of mahogany socks."

Gideon doesn't mind Haringey. There's a sobering danger in frequenting the area as a Rutherford— together with the new threats in recent years from the Russians and the French constantly clawing at his father's territory — but he's still convinced it doesn't deserve the reputation it's been given. He's met good people here. Decent people who only want to live and grow their businesses in peace. But that's on the inside.

On the outside, it does look a little... How would Cece put it? — Gently used.

"Please. You know I'd never mean you harm. I only meant that..." The surgeon takes a swig of his beer, wondering how to phrase it delicately, without igniting that infamous Hathaway temper. "He might worry if he knew you were around these parts alone. Let's not pretend it's your usual haunt." Does she have a retinue of plainclothes bodyguards stationed around the place? Gideon spares a glance over one shoulder. He wouldn't put it past her. Why had she chosen Haringey?...

If she'd swung the door of his curiosity, it slams back shut when the explanation follows, Cecelia's too-bright eyes glinting like expensive gemstones.

"Whoa," Gideon blurts, reeling. "What's that supposed to mean?? 'Word got around?'" It drops like acid from his tongue, the mirth that was in his expression a moment ago now fully extinguished. "And why would I need a private investigator?"

He has his sneaking suspicions of course, but he refuses to make it easy for her. Polite, discreet... She'd love that, wouldn't she just? If Cecelia Hathaway knows more about his private affairs than she has any cause to have learned, she can spell it out for him.

But the only thing Cece seems willing to spell out, is the name of her PI as she adds insult to injury by pinching a business card out of her clutch and offering it to him delicately, with an apologetic reference to his 'situation'. "Cece—" he tries to interrupt. 

'He'll need more info, of course but-'

" — You go too far." His tone is cool and abrupt as he pushes his glass of beer away on the counter top. "Help me understand this correctly, Ms. Hathaway. You overheard something, with no idea as to whether it was true or not, and took it upon yourself to ring up a stranger requesting his services on behalf of my... Situation."

... And made it out to be a favour to him, no less. Humiliation slides down the back of his throat. Dripping droplet by droplet like an oil spill in the pit of his stomach. But he refuses to let it show as he watches her, grey eyes hard and unwavering.

"And what situation is that?"

[acidh2otoby]

Agent Kennedy, Part 3

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader

Takes place after re4 but before re6

This part will probably make the giddy readers absolutely melt

Second part > Agent Kennedy, Part 2

It wasn't long until Saturday roled around. You were nervous. Not because you thought Leon would ditch you but because you were afraid you'd do or say something stupid. You had taken the day off so you could do what you needed to do at your house.

After you got ready, you waited for a knock on your door. Leon had stopped by your office the day prior for your phone number and your address so he could pick you up. You tried to sit on your couch until he arrived but you couldn't help but pace in your living room.

Not too long after, Leon knocked on the front door. You were about to rush to open the door before you remembered that you needed to at least take your phone. You quickly turned around to grab it and shove it in your pocket before answering.

Leon looked nervous but had a smile on his face. You probably looked the same.

"Hi." Leon said, slightly lost of words.

"Hey." You replied, but your words were slightly cut off by your own hiccup.

Your eyes went wide before you hiccuped again. You forgot that you get hiccups when you get nervous. Leon's eyes also widened before he laughed.

"Dammit..." You muttered before you hiccuped again.

"Aw, someone got the hiccups?" Leon chuckled, his head tilted a little.

"Shut up." You muttered, another hiccup cut you off.

Leon laughed again, you rolled your eyes before stepping out of your house and let Leon lead you to his car. The car ride was pretty quiet, minus your hiccuping and Leon's occasionally chuckle, until he finally broke the silence.

"When was the last time you saw a white horse?" Leon asked, making you confused.

"Um... I don't know? I think I was four or five?" You responded, actually curious yourself now.

"Where did you see it?" Leon continued, making you even more confused.

"I was visiting a family member and they lived on a barn and had a white horse... I think?" You replied, brainstorming your memories.

Leon hummed before the car went silent again. You noticed something was a little weird...

"What's wrong?" Leon asked, but the look on his face said that he knew the answer.

"Something's off but I don't know what's wrong." You said, looking around a little.

"Your hiccups are gone." Leon said smugly, smirking a little.

You paused and waited for a hiccup, when nothing came, you looked over at Leon with a slightly shocked face.

"How did you do that?" You asked, partly wanting to know what happened.

"Can't tell you, because then it won't work next time." Leon replied, shrugging a little.

You scoffed and shook your head. You and Leon kept up a conversation the rest of the way until you felt the car slow down.

"We're here already?" You asked to yourself, looking around.

Leon smiled a little and put the car in park, you both got out of the car and Leon led you to the front door. It wasn't specificly fancy but it was still a dinner date.

The date itself went really well, the main talking point was telling funny stories about the Redfields. You had more stories but Leon had some good ones. The main reason that became the thing was because you knew already a lot about Leon and Leon knew a lot about you.

"So, random question but I feel like it's an okay one," Leon started after some laughter died down. "Who made you realize you were into guys?"

Shit.

Oh god, no.

Why?

Those were just some thoughts going through your mind, another one was worrying about what Leon's reaction would be if you told the truth.

"Well, um... It was, um..." You started, trying to think of a lie.

"Was it Chris?" Leon asked, interrupting your ramble.

Your face went red with embarrassment. How the hell did he know that? You had gotten over your crush on Chris years ago because it was a stupid one. You nodded and hid your face in your hands, Leon laughed.

"Hey, it's okay. At least yours was actually someone you knew." Leon admitted, trying to make you feel better.

"Someone I knew? Who was yours?" You asked, really confused.

"It was Christian Bale..." Leon mumbled, his face turning a little pink from embarrassment. Your eyes widened and you covered your mouth to try not to laugh, Leon noticed this. "Shut up..."

That made you start laughing, you kept your hand over your mouth to make it quieter since you didn't want to draw attention.

"I guess we got a thing for guys with Chris in their names." You mumbled through laughter.

Leon chuckled a little, finding it hard to stay mad at you when you were laughing so hard. The rest of the date was just some stories about highschool and middle school years until you both decided to call it a night.

You both had a small disagreement of who should pay, Leon said that he would pay but then went to use the bathroom. You took that opportunity to pay instead, it wasn't much but you were really determined. Did this confuse the crap out of Leon until he realized you paid? Yes. You didn't care.

When Leon got you back home, he walked you to your front door, classic cheesy first date things. So you just decided to complete the date with one final thing.

Leon was in the process of telling you 'goodbye' when your hand cupped his cheek and brought him closer. Leon froze when he realized you had just kissed him but went along with it. It wasn't anything wild, just a sweet first date kiss.

After you pulled away, Leon's face was red and his words were stuck in his throat again. You chuckled a little, finding it funny that an agent that's fought various monsters turns into a teenager when he's in love.

"I guess I'll see you around then, Agent Kennedy." You said before unlocking your door and entering your house. You turned around and waved at Leon before shutting the door.

Leon was starting to grow very fond of his new nickname, he smiled as he went back to his car.

[kiridarling]

𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓.

— 3.0k words

eijirou kirishima | hard dom + dubcon jic + f!reader + exhibitonism + face-fucking + dumbification + car sex + more! minors dni.

"Made me come all this way...it’d be a pity if I didn't get somethin' out of it."

"No, no, no, no, no—c'mon," you cry as your car engine spits and sputters to a stop in the road, coughing like an old man with asthma before it's dead for good. Jamming your heel on the gas pedal, you twist your key in the ignition, but there's no use. You're fucking stuck.

You sigh, before slamming your forehead against the steering wheel. It's hard enough to sting, and the blaring horn startles all unsuspecting birds in a five-mile radius, but you could care less. Stuck in the middle of the woods at one in the morning, AAA membership-less with nothing but the clothes on your back and the vehicle you came with. Short cuts are a fucking myth.

Mina's the only person you can think of calling—because frankly, she's the only one who'd know a mechanic who could help at this time of night if one exists. Which you doubt. Severely.

"[Y/N]?" Mina answers, semi-urgently. You wonder if you startled her out of a good sleep, but knowing the night owl, her evening is just beginning. "What's up?"

"I'm fucking stuck in the middle of nowhere," you groan, banging your head against the back of the seat though you know she can't see you. "Car's not working."

"Oh no," she coos, and her pity is useless. "Do you have AAA?"

"No. Do you have a mechanic?"

"A mechanic...at one am? I don—wait," she interrupts before you hear something akin to rustling sheets. "I might have a friend who could help! But don't get your hopes up girlie, he's a heavy sleeper."

You shrug, shaking your head. "At this point, I'm desperate."

"Alrighty!" Mina confirms, and now all you can do is fucking hope her friend pulls through. "I'll give him a quick buzz and then send his number over, sound good?"

"Sounds perfect," you breathe, relaxing (somewhat) with your chin against the steering wheel. "Thanks, girl."

"Of course!" she cheers, and you wonder how someone could have so much energy at this time of night. "Good luck!"

"Thanks," you snort. "I might need it."

Riiiing! Riiiing!

Eijirou's had a long day.

A pipe busted at the auto shop today, resulting in an immediate flood—meaning they had to get everything that could possibly rust out as quickly as possible, aka everything in the goddamn shop.

So, yeah. He's had a long day, and when he's finally able to get under the covers and go the fuck to sleep, Mina calls him with this.

"Hey...Eijirou, buddy, best friend—"

"Mina, I love you, but what do you want?" Eijirou grunts into the phone, voice worn and ragged from limited sleep and his terribly long day. One am is never an appropriate time to call anybody, but he figures something has to be up—Mina's not the type to call in the middle of the night.

"Um, well. My homegirl’s kinda stuck in the woods with car troubles—"

"The woods."

It takes Mina a second but she hums in confirmation, and Eijirou can see her head nodding from where he lays. He sighs, rolling on his back to blink up at the ceiling. "Yep!"

"What is she doing in the woods at midnight?"

"I don't know!" Mina exclaims. Eijirou runs a hand over his face. "I just—please, Ei? She doesn't have AAA or anything and it's really, really late. All you have to do is hotwire her car or something, right? It's not like she totaled it or anything."

And dammit. Eijirou hates being a nice person.

"Just give me ten."

Mina practically gasps out a thank you, "You're a lifesaver Ei! Really! I—"

She's interrupted by the buzz of his phone—this time, from an unknown number. Eijirou raises an eyebrow, "That her?"

"Should be!" The pinkette says. Eijirou's feet finally touch the floor and it's painfully cold. His bed has never looked more appealing, and that's counting all those instances in high school. "Thanks again, Ei!"

"Yep," Eijirou says, popping the 'p,' before clearing his voice and switching the line. Customer Service at one am, here he comes.

"Red Riot Auto Repair and Services, how may I help you?"

All he receives is a grunt on the other end of the phone: "My car won't turn on."

Eijirou waits for you to give him a little more to work with, but it's clear that's all you have to say when you ask hello to ensure he's still on the other end of the line. Runs his hands through his hair, he silently prays he won't have to leave the house to get your car to work.

"Did you try jiggling the key?"

"Yes, I'm not stupid," you huff, and Eijirou's eyebrows fold in exasperation. He insists you do it again though, and hears the weak splutter of your engine through the phone with a heavy heart. "'S fucking useless."

"Did you try tapping the battery terminals?"

"The battery whatsitals?" You say, too loud and smart-mouthed for the very thin amount of patience Eijirou harbors. He reaches for his hair tie, satisfied enough with the messy bun he makes on the first try.

"Just send me your location," Eijirou sighs, moving for a jacket before snatching the keys to the shed. He'd rather just get this over with than beat around the bush.

Luckily, you're not far. 

"You drive that thing?" is your first comment, and Eijirou can't even appreciate your beauty before your first words shatter your image completely, and he's slamming the door to his truck with rolling eyes, rusted toolbox heavy in his hand. "It looks like Mater from Lightning McQueen."

Eijirou just stares at you for a second, just to see if you're really serious, and resists the urge to scoff when it seems like you are.

"It's a truck," is all he says, before marching around you and to the task at hand—your car. "Pop the hood."

You huff, but you listen, and Eijirou wastes no time in getting to work. You watch with your elbows balanced on the rim, curious but quiet, and that allows him to get in the zone enough to realize there are countless problems with your car.

"When was the last time you took this thing into the shop?" He probes. You click your tongue, eyes tracing the outlines of the trees as you search for an answer. That's never a good sign.

"Um...never?"

"And how long have you had it?"

"A few years," you nod, and Eijirou drops his head.

"It's a miracle you made it this far in the first place," he chuckles bitterly, shaking his head. What the hell is he going to do now? There's no way your car is moving anywhere tonight. You frown, jamming your hands on your hips.

"Well? Are you going to fix it or what?"

"I can fix it," Eijirou says with a shrug, closing your hood. "But not tonight."

"What do you mean not tonight?" You badger, breathing down his neck as he hikes back to his truck to set the toolbox down. There's no reason to carry it if he's not going to need it.

"I mean, your car's going to need a solid six months before it can run again, Sweetheart."

When Eijirou turns, you're much too in his face for his liking. He can practically feel your breath against his chest, and it has him rolling his eyes, leaning against his truck with arms crossed.

"Yeah, okay, but I need it to run tonight," you explain, gesticulating so wildly Eijirou fears his own chest may fall in the cross-fire. "Like, I need to get home tonight."

"I can't—" the redhead sighs, running his hand over his face. You're terribly difficult, and if Mina had given him a proper warning he probably wouldn't be here in the fucking first place. "Listen. My shop is out of commission for the next few days 'cause of a flood. I can work on your car or whatever, but it'll take a sec, so the most I can do is drop you at a hotel down the road or somethin'. Sound like a plan?"

"No," you growl, claws and all, and Eijirou wishes for nothing but death. "That doesn't sound like a plan! I don't know you, what makes you think I'll get in a car with you?"

Oh. My. God.

"Then you can spend the night in your car and have Mina come get you in the morning," he huffs, stomping over to the driver's side of his truck. "So it's either you're gettin' in, or I'm leaving ya."

With that, he slams the car door shut, shoves his key in the ignition, and counts to fucking ten, and on nine and a half you're flinging open the passenger door and bouncing in the seat, arms crossed over your chest in indignance. You don't even look him in the eye.

"Seatbelt," he warns. You tut.

"I don't need a fucki—"

"Put on the goddamn seatbelt."

You don't say anything, but he's satisfied by the click that follows. Eijirou shifts into drive and you two take off.

"The seat's so uncomfortable."

Not even twenty feet.

"Suck it up," is all the pity Eijirou has to offer. He's preoccupied with trying to get from this side road to a main road with, you know, actual civilization. The road is unsteady—unsteady enough that a bump sends the both of you flying towards the roof of his car, and naturally, you have something to say about it.

"Y'know, for a mechanic, you're not a very good driver," you say, and it has Eijirou's fists tightening around his steering wheel. His patience wears down until it has the height of a penny, and Eijirou worries for when it shatters because he has no clue what he'll do if it does.

"And it smells a little funky," you continue anyway, eyes wandering around the cabin aimlessly."Kinda like cheese. No offense."

Eijirou pulls over at that, teeth grinding. Is he really going to snap over cheese comment?

“Is this a condom?”

Yes. Yes, the fuck he is.

"Get out."

"Um—excuse me?" You blink, eyebrows raising in offense. "You're kicking me out. Because I found a fucking rubber?”

Eijirou glares your way and he's sure you can feel him radiating fury, and that's enough to convince you to hop out of the car without another word. He follows, slamming the door behind him.

"Okay? Now what?" You growl, and Eijirou loves it—the false display of confidence. Because he knows it won't take much to break you once he gets you under his thumb, and you'll look so pretty once he does. Cocking his head to his side, he tells you to come here without having to open his mouth. You follow.

"Now, on your knees."

You splutter at his request, rolling your eyes as if he wasn't being serious. Though you shut up once you hear the clink of his belt, lips widening in revelation, and Eijirou thinks you'd look much prettier with your mouth full.

"You made me come all this way—it'd be a pity if I didn't get somethin' out of it," Eijirou says, and the way you shiver implies that you like this more than you let on. He coos when you say nothing, "And for the first time today she's got nothin' to say. See? You're improving already."

He gives you a second to move. When you don't, he lifts an eyebrow. "Knees, Princess."

You do and Eijirou groans at the view, palming his hardening cock at the sight of your bambi eyes blinking up at him—and it's a pretty one, at that. Leaning against the door of his truck, he grunts, "Take it out."

Your fingers hook under the waistband of his boxers and Eijirou shivers upon contact with the cool air, but the warmth of your palm makes up for it. You spit on his cock with a curled lip and it's nothing short of crude, before you're swirling your tongue around the head and taking him as far as you can possibly go.

"Uh-uh," Eijirou tuts, grabbing you by the hair to pull your mouth off his cock. "We got at my pace, Sweetheart."

"Why?" You pout with a curled lip. Eijirou scowls.

"Because," he says, before stuffing half of his cock down your throat, "I'm gonna put that big fuckin' mouth to use at my pace."

With that, Eijirou thrusts into your mouth, using the grip he has around your hair as leverage. Your throat is impossibly warm and the way you choke has him keening, and that's enough for his hips to start picking up mindlessly.

"Shit—what a dirty fuckin' girl," he says, smirking when you moan around his cock. "You like this? You like sucking off a guy you just met?"

Your eyes flutter at that, nails digging into his thighs, and it nearly has him cooing. When you swallow around him Eijirou's hips stutter and he grunts, "In public, no less. Anyone could drive by and see you taking my dick down your throat...but you'd like that, wouldn't you? You want the world to know how much of a slut you are."

Your hand falls between your thighs and Eijirou grins like the devil as he watches you touch yourself on the dirty road, desperate just because knows how to push the right buttons. That's enough to have him caving, demanding you rise to your feet and get in the backseat of his car.

"Hands and knees," Eijirou urges, his body towering over yours from behind. It's not long before he's pinning your wrists to the windshield with one hand and using the other to land a harsh slap on your ass; harsh enough to make you jolt forwards from the force.

"Such a pretty ass," he coos before slapping it again, and your teeth dig into your bottom lip to muffle the sound. "And it's all for me, ain't it, Princess?"

You nod, but Eijirou spanks you again—he's looking for an answer.

"Y-Yeah, yes, all yours just—" your hips wiggle in search of his cock. Eijirou chuckles, leveling his lips with your ear.

"Want me to fill you up, Princess?"

You gasp out a yes, nodding vehemently. The redhead finds he likes you like this much better, chest rumbling with arousal. "Yeah? How bad?"

"B-Bad, please, I need t—fuck!"

Eijirou stuffs you full with one thrust, and even he needs a moment, freehand searching to hold onto your hip while his grip tightens around your wrists. You quiver under him, and he swears he can feel your gut contract around his cock, eyelids fluttering when you grind against him.

"Holy shit," Eijirou finds himself wheezing, not expecting you to be so tight. You drop your head against the cool windshield, whimpering like the pretty little thing you are, shuddering as he pulls out before ramming himself in again until he's balls deep. You scream, back arching from the angle.

And fuck. It's impossible for him to stop after that.

"Fuckin' look at you," Eijirou chuckles, body practically caging you against the seat, "Drooling all over my window like a slut. Fuck, you really know how to get a guy goin' huh?"

“Pull—pull my hair,” you request, words from his pistoning hips. Eijirou tuts and rips your hands off the window in favor of pushing your head into the seat, not making a move to yank on your hair once.

“I don’t think you’re in the right place to be making demands, Princess," he growls before his hot palm cracks against your ass, hissing from the way you tighten around him when he does.

You whine at that, pushing into him the best you can. It only spurs his hips on faster, and Eijirou lets go of your hands in favor of grabbing your face instead, groaning at the sight of the tears shining silver from the moonlight. He likes the fact that you can't do much but gasp and rock against him, your hands falling to clit to finally push yourself off the edge.

He looks at you and all he sees is his dumb little thing, who can't do anything, let alone get her car to work, and that's when Eijirou realizes he doesn't want this to be as much of a one-time thing as he initially thought.

"Gonna...gonna cum," you slur, cheek mashed flat against his window. Eijirou fucks you into the door of his truck, pace quick and bruising, as his mind thinks of all the fun you two could have together—all the fun he wants to have with you.

"Cum, Sweetheart. Make a mess of my cock and my leather seats, yeah? Show me how good I make you feel."

You tighten around his cock, tight, and that's enough to send him spiraling into an orgasm of his own, hips stuttering to a stop as he fills you up. Though his hips never stop, not until you're coming around his cock with a broken moan, curled toes digging into his car floor. He watches you catch your breath, splayed across the seat, with a sudden realization that he feels much lighter, but doubts it was the sex that did the trick.

"You fucked your anger out now?" You wheeze, breaking the silence, and Eijirou snorts.

"I—yes," he says before his eyes trail to the scratch marks around your hips and thighs. "Are you...okay?"

"Never been better," you toss your arms in the air like you're on a rollercoaster but lack the energy to scream. It's cute and it had the redhead re-evaluating everything, wondering how the day could start so shitty and yet, end so well. "Are you okay?"

His eyebrows furrow, "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I dunno," you shrug, and Eijirou finds it hard to stay focused when you look like that. "You asked me, so. Everyone needs a post-sex check-in, ya know?"

Fuck.

Fuck, yeah he's definitely keeping you.

[giorno-plays-piano]

Vicious

Part II

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, all characters are adults.

Words: 1891.

Part I

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

P.S. To avoid any confusion, I changed the name Savages -> Vicious.

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The next day you spent doubting your own decisions. Was it really wise to leave everything to Steve? How could he find those students all by himself and deal with your problem? Could he really stop them from acting like that? You thought once again it would be so much easier to ask for a transfer, but you had already given him your word to meet him today at 5. It would be very inappropriate not to come when he was trying to help you.

When the time came, you were sneaking in the student council room as if you were some petty thief. You were afraid people would start talking: if everybody knew who stole your things, they would understand you came to Steve for help like a little girl. It was embarrassing - even in a situation like this. Besides, somebody could be following you since at 5 pm the academy was almost empty.

By the time you reached the right door, you heart was beating as if you had just run a marathon. You really, really hoped Steve found some solution, and you wouldn’t have to be humiliated by the student advisor for wanting to leave the school.

Opening the door, you saw a couple of students on the sofa and quickly stepped away, afraid the student council was still having a meeting, “Ugh, sorry!”

“Come in, please,” Steve said calmly behind the door, and you shyly got in again, watching four other guys staring at you with interest. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

“What, they too?” You were so perplexed by his words you forgot your manners, speaking of others as if they weren’t in the same room. “I’m sorry, I mean, I didn’t know you were involved.”

Wait, were they the ones who stole your things? Did Steve bring them here for you?

“No need to be so nervous.” One of them, a guy with long, jet black hair forming waves around his shoulders told you, motioning you to come closer and sit in one of the chairs opposing the sofa where he sat. “We’re here to help you.”

You remembered his name was Loki. A mathematic genius, he was considered one of the top students of the academy.

“That’s right! Come, come!” Seeing Peter among others was surprising, but his smiling face made you calm down a little, and you smiled at him in return. 

No, they weren’t those guys who stole your underwear, for sure. Apparently, Steve asked them to join you because they knew something and could give you a hand in finding those bastards.

“Thank you for agreeing to see me.” Feeling a little self-conscious among five different men you'd barely known, you landed on one of the chairs and saw that the other two were Bucky and a captain of the academy’s basketball team, Thor. “Did you find out anything?”

“Yes,” Steve said with a loud sigh, “I know exactly who they are. I can hand them over to the school’s officials and get them expelled by tomorrow, but that’s not the real issue here.”

You felt the chills ran up your back. What did he mean by the real issue?

“Is there something else?”

When you saw Loki smirking at you, you suddenly realized you were among five strong men in the student council room on the fifth floor where most classrooms were already empty. If you screamed, nobody would even hear you.

“Stop it.” Bucky’s angry voice cut through the silence, and you saw him literally burning a hole in Loki’s face. “Don’t make her scared, freak.”

Obviously, he wanted to say something offensive to Barnes in return, but Steve silenced them both with his icy glare. Loki sent him an innocent smile while Bucky snorted and rolled his eyes in irritation. It felt like they were in the middle of some school play, and you bit down on your lower lip, having a feeling something was going horribly wrong.

“The thing is, even if we got those ones expelled, it probably won’t stop the others from doing something similar.” Steve leaned up against a desk with his arms crossed over his chest. “I feel terrible admitting it, but many of our students are completely wild. I’m afraid they might keep harassing you.”

“Oh.”

You averted your eyes, realizing your attempts to find a solution were futile. Obviously, Steve could do nothing - he wasn’t a knight in shining armor, ready to protect you day and night from those delinquents who followed you everywhere. As you thought before, the one thing that could help here was leaving the school for good.

Shit, you didn’t know how to explain it to your family, Even your friends thought it was too bizarre to be true and laughed at your worries, saying you probably lost your things yourself. You would have to find a better excuse for a transfer in the middle of the semester.

“Well, anyway, thank you for trying,” you nodded and smiled apologetically at him as if it were your fault, “tomorrow I will talk to the student advisor about my transfer. Sorry for the trouble!”

“I don’t think it’s real to get transferred by now. It’s passed all the deadlines.” Shaking his head, Bucky raised his voice, and you felt suffocating.

Apparently, you would really have to skip a whole year of school. Explaining everything to your family, looking for some garbage job to have enough money to rent a room and pay your bills... Fantastic.

“You don’t have to do that. I’ve found another way.” 

Immediately, you raised your head, your pupils dilating.

“You see, the reason they are doing that is because you have no one to protect you. They know the administration won’t take it seriously because they’re a bunch of old misogynists, and you also have no means of protecting yourself. It would be better if you started dating someone, someone strong enough to make these guys back down.”

Steve looked deadly serious for someone saying such nonsense. A boyfriend? Now? Was he for real? Did he think you'd be using someone like your personal shield? Besides, even if you chose the strongest guy at school, it didn’t mean he would be stronger if several people attacked him.

But when you shared your thoughts with Steve, you saw others smiling at you as if they knew you would say that, and you felt uneasy.

“That’s true. That’s why you need more than one boyfriend.”

“What do you mean? How can somebody have more than one boyfriend?" Puzzled, you stared at him wide-eyed as if he said something stupid.

What on Earth did he mean by that? Were you to have your own squad of bodyguards at all times while you were in the academy? This was so foolish you couldn't believe someone like Steve said it out loud.

But then you caught glances of five men in the room and forgot how to breathe for a second. They weren't serious, were they? Steve didn't assemble all these guys here to make them into your boyfriends. It was preposterous even thinking of that, right?

Right?

"Please tell me it's not what I think it is." You muttered, crossing your arms over your chest as if trying to protect yourself.

"Why are you being so nervous?" Baring his teeth, Loki smiled at you. "Some other girl would be happy if five men were to be her boyfriends."

"It's a joke, right? You're all joking."

You hoped to see any of them laughing and nodding their heads, saying they simply wanted to cheer you up, but all you saw was a guilty expression on the faces of Bucky and Thor and the excitement of others. They really gathered here to offer you this.

"All of us here," Steve looked upon others, becoming a little displeased when his gaze fell upon smiling Peter, "are perfectly capable of helping you. If each of us were to accompany you one day a week, others won't be so brave. I'm sure they will no longer be a nuisance to you if they know what we can do to them."

There was something very dark in the way Steve said that, and for a couple of seconds you weren't sure whether you have to be more scared of him rather than those who was stealing your things.

"But it would be very uncomfortable for everyone, wouldn't it? I mean, going with me everywhere, not using your own time as you'd like. And, well, surely, others will see that we won't act like a real couple, so they might still keep harassing me. I don't think it would work."

Apparently, Loki was bored with this talk, you thought as you heard him clicking his tongue in annoyance.

"Then don't pretend. Act like a real girlfriend. Kiss in public, hug, go to the cinema together, what else girls do?"

"Wait, you mean, with ALL of you?"

"Yeah? Do you think anyone gonna be against it?"

You very much hoped they would be. Being followed by someone like your bodyguard was one thing, but having a real boyfriend was very different. Did they really want to pretend to be lovey-dovey with you? Act like you were close to them?

Oh. Of course, they would. They belonged to the same kind of touch-starved barbaric men they were trying to protect you from. They would do all those things to you, too.

You realized you were crying only when Peter flew off his seat in a hurry and squatted down beside you, taking your shaking hands in warm his.

"Please, don't cry. Nobody's gonna force you into doing anything, I promise. You will only do things you're comfortable with, ok?" Handing you his pearly white handkerchief, he smiled to comfort you. "No one of us gonna say anything."

"And if she starts dating one of us for real? What's then?" It was Loki again, cocking his head to the side and obviously provoking Peter to yell at him.

"We'll be ok with that, too."

The silence felt heavy. As you opened your eyes, Peter's handkerchief in your hands, you realized it was Thor who spoke for the first time, and the way he looked at you softly made you feel a little better. Despite the fact you knew little of him, for some reason, it felt like you would be safe with him - certainly safer than with Loki.

"Naturally, if any of us will bring you discomfort or do something unacceptable, you need to let us all know, and we'll decide what to do with that person." Raising his voice, the head of the student council made everyone to turn their head to him. "We will be meeting here, in this room, if anything happens. Each of us will give you our phone numbers. We will also make a schedule who accompanies you every day of the week."

It seemed he no longer asked for your opinion if you even wanted it to happen.

__________

"Bucky will be with you on Mondays, Loki on Tuesdays. Wednesdays are Thor's, on Thursdays Peter will be following you, and on Fridays it will be me going with you. Of course, if you need any of us to watch over you on weekends, feel free to contact whoever of us you like more."

Part III

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[sirenascales]

-> double black [part one] 18+

-> Chuuya x 1stPov!F!Reader x Dazai

-> Who knew getting fired from work could lead to this?

-> Content: SMUT, slight angst, violence, murder, swearing

A night out drinking leads to a small misunderstanding with a handsome, yet dangerous man. [Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader]

3,894 words

note: edited this so it could still be read as a reader fic! it's actually a lot of fun writing in first person! hope those who read this enjoy my first bsd fic!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Final || masterlist

I've experienced a lot of amazing things since I've moved to Japan. A new job in a different country, new co-workers and friends, work parties, themed bars, cafes, and hookups with pretty strangers. There was a long list of great things I've had going on, and a long list of things I've never expected... and being fired from the job I had for a year was not one of them.

"A year of hard work... for nothing," I mumbled bitterly as I sat at the bar with my close friend, and now ex-coworker, Keiko. She was beautiful, with long black hair and brown eyes. She frowned, a sympathetic look on her pretty face as she sighed.

"I'm so sorry," she said softly, giving my shoulder a squeeze. "I'm sure you'll find something else soon! You have an awesome resume, and you're an amazing worker who can speak English, Japanese AND Spanish... there is totally a place for you out there!"

Keiko has always been supportive and enthusiastic, a really bright and friendly girl who made it her mission to befriend me as soon as I started working with her. She was relentless, and soon enough, I found myself spending many hours with the woman.

"Yeah..." I just mumbled again and she laughed softly.

"It's okay to mope... that's why I brought you here!"

"Yeah, about that," I started, sending Keiko a look as I swiveled the stool so my body faced her. "Why did you bring me here?" As soon as the work day was done, Keiko immediately dragged me to what was clearly a mafia bar. That didn't surprise me, since she was actually dating a mafioso.

A mafioso, who was part of the Port Mafia. It wasn't long after I moved to Yokohama that I started to hear stories about the organization, and was also warned not to cross them. Of course, with my luck, I became best friends with someone who dated someone who was in the Port Mafia. How a sweet girl like Keiko ended up with a man like him, I'll never know.

What I do know is that Taichi adored Keiko, gave her everything she could possibly want and need with the money he makes, and that was just being a normal grunt! Even so, it was dangerous, but Keiko didn't seem to mind.

"I come here with Taichi all the time," Keiko answered, sipping her drink. I turned to sip on my own. "You can't tell me it isn't luxurious." It was. My jaw had dropped to the floor when we first stepped into the very luxurious bar. "Don't worry about it, okay? Drink your sadness away! You're safe here. Since I am Taichi's woman, and you're with me, nothing will happen, okay?"

"Where is Taichi anyway?" I asked, glancing over her shoulder when I spotted a group of men walking in through the entrance. I missed the way the light left Keiko's eyes, chewing on her bottom lip anxiously. My eyes were on the men, which in the middle was a man with orange hair, a black hat adorning his head. I felt my breath hitch in my throat, my eyes looking at the very handsome man up and down. I swallowed thickly.

"He had a job tonight and couldn't make it. He'll be home to- hey, what are you looking at?" Annoyed at me ignoring her, she turned in her seat, a shocked look on her face before she smiled tightly.

"Taichi! I thought you had an assignment!"

"Hey, babe! We finished early, which was quite surprising, honestly."

The couple embraced and I barely registered the mushy love between the two as I watched the ginger man lead the rest of the group further into the bar. He walked by me, and before I knew it, dark blue eyes were staring right at me, eyebrows furrowed.

"The hell are you looking at?" he sneered and my face turned red, heart dropping in my chest.

"No one! I'm sorry!" I exclaimed, quickly turning back around and facing the bar.

"Tch. Whatever," the man only responded before walking off.

"You look like a cherry," Taichi said, clearly amused. I sent him a half-hearted glare, Keiko slapping his chest lightly.

"Be nice to her. She got fired today."

"Ohh, that sucks. If you need help-"

"She won't take it," Keiko said with a huff. "Stubborn ass."

I rolled my eyes at her, biting my lip nervously as I fiddled with my glass. "So uh... who was that guy? With the hat?"

Taichi blinked. "Oh, that's Chuuya Nakahara."

"Is he part of the Port Mafia?"

Taichi barked out a laugh, Keiko giggling softly behind her hand.

"Baby... he's an executive. Chuuya works closely with the leader of the Port Mafia."

"And I work under Chuuya," Taichi finished, amused at how wide my eyes have gotten at the answer.

"You mean to tell me... I pissed off... an executive member..." I was dismayed, heart pounding in my chest.

"Hmm, probably. Don't go home alone tonight," Taichi grinned as I balked, clearly having fun torturing me.

"Taichi! Babe, don't listen to him."

I gulped nervously, downing the rest of my drink before signaling to the bartender to get me another one.. "R-right..." Despite my better judgment, I turned my head, looking towards the obvious VIP section of the bar. Chuuya sat with some other grunts, a glass of what seemed to be red wine in his hand. Of course, his eyes found mines yet again and I whipped my head back around. Fuck, I did it again! I quickly downed the newly made drink, unaware of Chuuya's eyes narrowing as he watched me.

"Nooo, do you have to go?" a drunk Keiko whined as she latched onto my arm, a forever amused Taichi watching on. "Don't leave me with hiiiiiiim."

"I want to go home, dammit," I huffed, successfully peeling her off of me and handing her to her boyfriend. "I have to start job hunting tomorrow. Thank you for bringing me here, I do feel better and I love you but... I'm tired."

"Ugh, you are such an old lady!" Keiko whined again and I couldn't help but laugh, turning to start walking towards the exit.

"Goodnight, you too. Please get her home safe, Taichi."

"I wouldn't count on it~"

I rolled my eyes at his teasing, leaving the two behind as I left the bar. I stepped out into the cool night air, shivering a bit as I closed my cardigan tightly around me. I wore a simple but cute outfit; a black dress with burgundy tights underneath, black flats on my feet and my favorite tan cardigan over the entire outfit. It helped me fight off a bit of the cold, but as I started to walk down the block, I grabbed my phone to start searching through my usual rideshare app.

I didn't get far. My phone cluttered to the ground as it fell out my hands, a gasp leaving my mouth as I was slammed against the nearby brickwall of a narrow, dark alleyway.

"Who the fuck are you?" a familiar voice hissed and I'm shocked to find Chuuya Nakahara glaring daggers at me, his strong hands pinning my arms against the wall. He growled when I didn't answer. "Answer me! Who sent you here?!"

"N-No one!" I cried out, shaking like a leaf. Of course, of course I would be confronted by a fucking high level member of one of the most dangerous organizations in Japan. "I swear, I just came here with my friend."

Chuuya growled again and he flipped me around, pressing my front against the wall. "Stay still," he grunted, and my face started to heat up as I felt his gloved hands quickly feel along my body. He was frisking me, and I gulped when he shoved his hand under my dress, producing the knife I had strapped to my thigh.

"I carry that to protect myself," I immediately explained, Chuuya turning me around again to face him. His eyes were still narrowed, staring me down as if trying to figure out what the hell I was up to.

"And the bouncer didn't pat you down?" he questioned and I shook my head quickly.

"No, he didn't pat me or Keiko down."

"Tch, that's Taichi's woman," he said, though he still looked at me with narrow eyes, hesitating a bit before he turned my knife in his hand, handing it back to me hilt first. "You sure know how to make yourself look suspicious."

I cringed a bit as I strapped my knife to my thigh strap again. I missed how Chuuya's eyes lingered, him licking his lips. "That's my fault I... I know I was staring..." I could feel my face heat up again and I couldn't even look Chuuya in his face. "S-sorry if I creeped you out. I don't mean any harm. Keiko brought me here 'cause I got fired and she wanted to help me feel better..."

"Hm," was his only reply, crossing his arms over his chest. "What you do to fuck up?"

My mouth fell and I sputtered as I tried to come up with the words. "What do you mean?! I didn't fuck up!" I protested. "It literally came out of nowhere! I worked my ass off all year, only to get fired 'cause I wasn't what they needed anymore. Fucking bullshit."

Chuuya was amused by my little vent, snickering a bit as he gave me a quick look up and down. "I'm sure it wasn't your winning personality."

I scoffed. "Says the one that shoved a random woman against a wall?! That hurt, you bastard!"

Chuuya raised his eyebrows at me, and I immediately slapped my hands over my mouth.

Oh no. Fuck, I forgot who I was talking to.

Chuuya snickered again, his eyes flashing in amusement. He stepped closer to me, making me press back against the wall again. Chuuya leaned his face close to mine, a smug smirk on his face as he spoke.

"Be careful who you talk to like that," he hummed, and I shivered despite feeling some of his body heat. "Someone might just cut out your tongue for talking back like that. Me? Well, it'd be a waste, especially when I think of all the things I could make you do with it."

I squeaked, the heat never leaving my face as I stared at Chuuya with a puzzled expression on my face. The sudden switch up was giving me whiplash... and lowkey turning me on. "I..." I stuttered, looking away and finally noticing my phone still on the ground. "Crap, I hope it's not broken."

I rushed over to pick my phone up, ignoring Chuuya's hard stare on me. I looked over my phone, sighing in relief when I saw that it had sustained no damages.

Chuuya then stepped up to me, jerking his head back towards the bar before walking off. "Let me take you home. Take that as an apology for being so rough on you."

I blinked. "Um..."

"Hurry up!"

"Okay!" I squeaked and followed after the man quickly, chewing on my lip as I asked myself... what the fuck was I doing? Am I really about to get inside this man's car? He was a stranger! Who frisked me! Let alone, he is clearly a dangerous man.

I must be insane.

"Tell me," Chuuya started and I was dumbfounded as he approached a rather cool looking motorcycle. No way. "What the hell were you being so creepy for?" He turned to me and asked, an all-knowing smirk on his face. I blushed deeply. Of course, he already was able to figure it out once he realized that I wasn't a threat.

"No reason," I huffed out, earning a low laugh as Chuuya grabbed the only helmet I could see. I looked at him confused, gasping when he unceremoniously placed the helmet over my head. "What about you?"

"I don't need it," Chuuya simply answered before he finally mounted his bike. "Come on, you little liar. Hop on."

I couldn't help but stare, my mouth going dry as I took in the image of this handsome bastard with his bike. The engine roared as he turned it on, revving it a bit and making me make a mess in my panties.

"Hey, ya done eyefucking me, dollface?"

I sputtered. "I was NOT eyefucking you!" I stormed over to the bike, glaring at the grinning bastard as I climbed onto the bike behind him.

Chuuya snorted. "Yeah, like you weren't eyefucking me earlier in the bar," he retorted, easily reaching behind him to grab my wrists, pulling me against his back as he wrapped my arms around him. I was stunned silent, from his words, and his actions and the fact that his back felt so solid.... and he smelled so good...

"I was not..." I mumbled, pressing my cheek against his back. "Shut the fuck up."

He laughed darkly, and that sent a shiver down my spine.

"Where do you live?" Chuuya asked and I hesitantly told him my address. "I know where that is. Hold on."

"You do? It's on the other side of the city," I said and Chuuya just chuckled softly, looking over his shoulder and smirking at me.

"And who exactly runs this city?"

I clamped my mouth shut, his eyes staring into mine. I blushed and looked away from him. He turned his head back around with an amused laugh, the engine revving as he took off on his bike.

"Hold tight, dollface!"

He didn't have to tell me twice, my arms tightening around his torso as he sped down the street, weaving in and out of traffic. It was scary, but also so fucking exhilarating. My heart was thudding in my chest, my eyes watering because of the wind. Still, I kept them open, wanting to watch the world blur by us. Chuuya made a sharp, right turn, making me scream while he laughed loudly. 

"Man up!" he yelled at me.

"Stop driving like a crazy person!" I yelled back.

I didn't see the large, almost evil smirk that grew on Chuuya's face. Didn't see him licking his lips excitedly as he eyed a rather tall building coming up ahead.

"Tell me, dollface," he hollered back at me, revving the engine and I gulped as I held him tighter, his bike going faster. A bad feeling started to settle in my stomach, balking when he asked his next question. "Do you want to defy gravity?"

I didn't have time to answer, not when I finally realized that we were heading right towards the side of the building. I couldn't even scream, fear striking me as I suddenly started to see red, body jostling as Chuuya maneuvered the bike to jump in the air.... before landing perfectly on the side of the building and continuing vertically up towards the sky.

"Don't let go!" Chuuya sneered. Like that was ever going to happen.

I didn't dare turn my head to look down, my wide eyes staring up into the night sky as we made it closer to the top of the building. I couldn't even think straight, my body just running on nothing but adrenaline and fear.

"Ch-Chuuya!" I gasped out sharply, the bike finally making it to the roof of the building. Chuuya didn't slow down though, only barreling towards the edge and I started to panic. "Chuuya! What are you doing?!"

Chuuya only snickered, revving the engine once more before sending the bike flying off the edge of the building. I squeak and screw my eyes shut, pressing my face against the middle of his back. I didn't want to watch us plummet to our doom.

"Hey, idiot, open your eyes."

I whimpered and shook my head. "N-No..."

Chuuya sucked his teeth. "Just open your eyes! You'll regret it if you don't."

Biting my lip, I wanted a moment before I lifted my head up and opened my eyes, a small gasp leaving my mouth as I looked around me.

We were still floating in the air, biking moving through the sky. The City of Yokohama was lit up beautifully underneath us. I looked over, seeing the ocean at a distance, the ferris wheel lit up and spinning slowly. My mouth had fallen open, eyes wide in wonder. Chuuya was looking back at me, a triumphant grin on his face.

We made it to my apartment and Chuuya stood over me, an amused smile on his face as he watched me melt on the ground after I got off his bike.

"That was intense..." I mumbled, still feeling the effects of flying through the fucking sky. "I shouldn't even be surprised that you're gifted, with the power that you have already in the Port Mafia."

"Yeah, it was pretty great, huh," Chuuya said smugly, gloved hands stuffed in his coat pockets. I laughed softly, slowly standing up with my shaky legs. He took one look at my frazzled state and he grew even more smug. "That's a cute look on you, though if I really had my way with you, you wouldn't even be able to stand."

My face turned hot, sputtering as I tried to respond, but I had nothing to even say. Because the thought of actually inviting Chuuya inside and--

"Fuck..." I breathed out softly, looking at the man standing before me. His eyes didn't leave mine, the heat in them making a shiver go down my spine. "Do you... want to come inside?"

Chuuya fixed his hat on top of his head. "Lead the way, dollface."

"So... your ability lets you control gravity?" I asked once we made it inside the elevator of my apartment building. We were going fifteen stories up, after Chuuya parked his bike safely, of course.

"To put it simply, yes," Chuuya answered, stepping closer to me. I gasped softly when he grabbed my chin, the leather of his glove pressing against my skin. "But we're not here to talk about that." He pressed himself against me fully, leaning his face in until his lips hovered just above mine. I shivered, looking at him with hooded eyes. "This will be a one time thing, dollface."

I nodded, appreciating his honesty. "Of course," I replied just as the elevator stopped on my floor, doors sliding open. I grinned at him. "So let's make it count."

He liked the sound of that, grabbing my wrist and leading me out the elevator. I rushed to my apartment, grabbing my keys and hurriedly unlocking the door before opening it.

The door slammed shut as Chuuya immediately pressed me against it, his lips on mine in a fervorous kiss. I knocked his hat off his head as I ran my fingers through Chuuya's hair, moaning when his hands started to roam all over my body.

"Fuck..." I moaned softly when Chuuya started to kiss down my neck, squealing when he squeezed on my ass.

"Damn... you won't be able to fucking sit right, either," he growled against my neck as he massaged my ass and thighs. "Let's go."

Groaning when he moved himself away from me, I rushed to lead Chuuya to my bedroom, our clothes coming off in the process and making a trail on the floor.

It didn't take us too long to start really going at it, our lust fueling us to incredible heights. Chuuya held my hips tightly with his leather clad hands, thrusting his hard cock in and out of my soaking pussy.

He was fucking me hard, my body just sprawled on the bed as I moaned and grunted from the pleasure this man was giving me. "Fuck, fuck, Chuuya!" I whined, making the man grin widely as he kept his pace. Sweat covered both of our bodies, moans and deep growls mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin.

"That's right, dollface, ride me," Chuuya smirked up at me, now on his back as I bounced up and down on his cock. His hands were right on my hips, his eyes going back and forth between  watching my bouncing breasts and watching his cock disappear inside my heat. "Fuck, you're so fucking sexy," he growled, thrusting up particularly hard and making me toss my head back, screaming when I finally fucking cum.

"Oh my God!" I gasped sharply, still squeezing around him as I began to slow down. "Oh fuck... it's so good," I moaned, reaching out and hooking my finger into Chuuya's black choker. I pulled and he pushed himself up, lips meeting mine in a messy kiss.

I moaned against his mouth, still slowly riding him as his hands ran up and down my sides, the leather cool against my skin. Then, Chuuya placed his hands on my hips, and with a mischievous little smirk, he licked his lips. Immediately, my body started to feel a little bit lighter, and Chuuya started to effortlessly bounce me up and down on his cock, 100% controlling my body with his ability.

"Chuuya..." I moaned his name, head lolling back. He continued to maneuver my body, little grunts and moans leaving his own mouth as he worked to reach his own pleasure, and mine.

I came again, tears falling down my face from the intense pleasure, and that was enough for Chuuya to pull me off of him completely, putting me on my knees before him on the bed. His hand grabbed the back of my neck and he pushed my head down, stuffing his cock in my mouth.

"Take it," he growled, his hands in my hair and using it to push my head up and down as he fucked my mouth. I moaned around him, a new wave of pleasure washing over me as I let the mafioso use me as he wanted. Soon enough, he exploded into my mouth, and I made sure I swallowed all of him.

"Fuck, that's hot..." Chuuya breathed out when I opened my mouth to show him that I did so. "You're such a good girl, dollface."

That made me flustered and I looked away shyly, earning a chuckle from him. I looked over when I felt him get up from the bed, thinking that he would leave. Instead, he just gave me a look. "Where is your shower?"

We showered together,  which took longer than needed because Chuuya couldn't keep his hands to himself. I was surprised when he climbed into bed with me afterwards, allowing me to cuddle against him as we slowly fell asleep.

I wasn't surprised though, when I woke up the next morning, sore and alone. I didn't get too upset about it, though. Chuuya laid it out clear and I accepted it and moved on.

I sat on my dining room table, looking through the newspaper as I sipped on my morning coffee. I was looking for a new job and figured looking at the local ads wouldn't hurt.

"Hm... let's see..." I whispered, reaching over and grabbing my knife. I ran the tip of it down the paper, stopping when one particular ad stuck out. "Hm... the Armed Detective Agency, huh? Interesting..." I set my knife down, staring at the ad as I took another careful sip of coffee.

-End

[thunderheadfred]

❄️Todoroki HC's🔥

Aged-up pro hero Shouto. NSFW under the cut. Minors do not interact.

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General

Might as well be tied with Bakugou for the #1 pro hero spot; they seem to pass the crown back and forth every other year. Everyone knows about their intense frenemies uber-rivalry. Well. Everyone but Shouto.

He's asked to speak at a lot of charity events. If he has time to prepare (and hire a speech writer) he is capable of stirring crowds to standing ovations. But if caught unawares... he gets cornered into hilarious on-the-spot interviews. He's been memed. Mercilessly.

He's an OP character, but unfortunately he rolled -500 in fashion sense. Eventually he wises up and hires a stylist. When he finally cuts his hair a slightly different and even more flattering way, it's a national event. People faint in the street.

Does god-awful sleight-of-hand magic tricks when he meets young fans, even though nobody asked him to. The second-hand embarrassment is palpable. But he keeps doing it. God, why does he keep doing it?

Has hovering arm syndrome in every fan photo.

Super into pop music. Not a fan of any particular group or artist, couldn't tell you the name of a single song. But every time he turns up the volume on the radio it's like... really? THIS? Probably pumps that shit through his hero agency to keep up morale. Has no idea what you mean when you tell him his music taste doesn't match his personality.

Similarly, he enjoys brainless romantic comedies and old silent movies. Doesn't laugh at jokes but loses it over physical comedy. Thinks Buster Keaton and Harold Lloyd are the funniest people who ever walked the earth.

He's long and limber. Runs practically a hundred miles every day just to "relax." Doesn't even get sweaty doing it. A filthy yoga addict. He'll probably live to be 200 years old.

He can regulate his body temperature for quirk use but in everyday life he's always half a degree outside the Goldilocks zone. It drives him quietly insane; he has an epic love-hate relationship with his thermostat.

Has a therapy animal pet. Doesn't matter if it's a dog or a cat or a bird or an iguana or a teeny tiny rodent. It's the best-behaved animal in the country and speaks more languages than you. It has its own room and an instagram account with millions of followers.

Lives in a traditional Japanese estate that doubles as a national treasure. Probably has government-appointed snipers at the gate, and he's just like, "don't worry about it." You are afraid to touch anything. Fuck, don't even look at anything, just to be safe.

Has an outstanding personal chef who only gets to cook five things unless (thank fuck!!) company comes over. Impossibly picky eater. He rotates between a few "safe" foods and suspiciously side-eyes everything else. If you cook something unfamiliar for him it will be the most awkward meal of your life, because he'd never tell you he doesn't like it. But oh lord, just look at his face.

This clashes directly with his love of traveling. Frequently uses his hero earnings to visit exotic foreign locales over long weekends... but rarely tries the food.

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Dating

A grey-ace demisexual disaster. You could count the number of people he's been attracted to on one hand. He falls madly in love every time and always gets his heart smashed to pieces when his crush can't magically intuit the meaning of his frigid longing glances and generically courteous romantic gestures.

Which is stupid, because he gets propositioned constantly. He can't walk out the door without being flirted with. People keep slipping him their phone numbers and he always directs them to his agency like a moron. It's a good thing he will never understand how attractive he is because that's the only thing keeping him from total world domination.

Conventional attractiveness does not compute. Shouto doesn't have a type, doesn't care that he's an eleven whilst you are merely mortal. He will fall for your personality above all else.

Probably falls head over heels because your schedules overlap in a completely ordinary way and he witnesses you doing something endearing or brave or most likely: utterly mundane.

Pick a favorite, because you're his favorite coworker, or his favorite barista, or his favorite random bystander in line at the grocery store. You made him smile once; then he spent the next three months daydreaming about your future together before you accidentally stomped on his foot, initiating your first real conversation.

He's big on healthy communication. HUGE. He goes to therapy and it shows. Will talk through literally everything to the point of delirium. Sometimes his dedication to resolving every issue right away can get overwhelming; sometimes you just need some frickin time alone. But it pays off, because the two of you have practically never have a "real fight." There's just no way for bad vibes to fester.

STILL, his family wasn't exactly... erm... verbally or emotionally supportive, shall we say. For that reason, he might not give you all the compliments you deserve, because it simply doesn't occur to him to do so. He assumes you know how he feels. If you're self-conscious or insecure in the relationship, it might take him a while to notice. But when he figures it out (or even better, when you tell him directly) he will make it up to you with enthusiasm.

Will take you on lavish dates. Spoils you rotten without actually intending to. He's clueless about money. If you wanted a sugar daddy, you just hit the fucking jackpot. But if the word valet makes you uncomfortable, perhaps suggest some romantic picnics instead. He can still go all out with the food and five-star location without making you see cartoon dollar signs.

Chronic Insomniac. Stays up too late watching YouTube every night. His viewing history is an incomprehensible blur of k-pop music videos, serial killer icebergs, and super girly crafty ASMR channels. When he's watching a video, he is unreachable. Please call back later and try again.

He's disgustingly cute when he sleeps. Doesn't snore, but drools. Sometimes the drool freezes and leaves frost trails on his face in the morning. Still sleeps with the giant stuffed cat pillow that his mother gave him when he was like, zero. He'll inadvertently suffocate you with it, and you will welcome death with open arms because awwwwww!!!!!

The first time he tells you he loves you will be after your traditional Japanese shinto wedding. You won't hear it again until you start a family. Honestly, it's a good thing he doesn't say it often and is always holding you when it happens. It's a knee-buckler.

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Icy-Hot

I don't even need to say it. Shouto is as old-fashioned as they come. You will never open another door or pull out another chair for yourself as long as you live. He will ask before he holds your hand. He will ask before he kisses you. He will stop and check in if you so much as breathe funny during sex.

If you don't orgasm at exactly the same time while staring into one another's eyes, he'll consider himself a failed lover. God forbid you want him to pound you into the futon... cause you are going to have to present that scenario to him in writing first.

Physical intimacy rarely leads to sex. He loves cuddling, craves physical affection. He'll sprawl all over you and turn into goo while you hold him close. He's an amazing, astounding, phenomenally good kisser. And that's... nice and all... but sometimes you have to grab his face and say, "Shouto, I'm horny," before he's like so that's why you're currently dry-humping me?

Even if he isn't technically a virgin the first time (or the millionth time) you sleep together, you won't know the difference. He's a blushing violet. Every. Fucking. Time. This doesn't mean he's a bad lay, oh no. But there's always ten minutes of confused bumbling before he hits his stride and remembers oh yeah, I DO know how to fuck good.

Absolutely silent during sex. Focused. Intense. Sometimes you have to push him a little to make any kind of noise at all, just so you know you're pleasing him (oh don't worry, you are).

His cock is Just Right. Not to big or too small. Perfectly proportioned and symmetrical. Somehow pretty. Like a fucking factory prototype. It truly is not fair.

Gets handsy and restless at night, even if you both have work the next day. Seems to crave sex at three in the morning. You've given him more than one exhausted handjob.

Gets offended if you don't cum. Will go down on you for hours. Of course he uses his quirk to tease you. He doesn't typically use it during actual intercourse, but he's all about foreplay, and he'll use every tool in his arsenal.

His sex drive is completely fucking unpredictable. Sometimes he's all over you, other times he's an icy slab. His line of work leaves him busy and stressed on a near-constant basis, so you can't entirely blame his personality for this one. Just give him some time and help him take care of his basic needs. He'll come back around soon enough.

[b0rista]

— 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄, 𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍, & 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐎 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐃. ˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: language, because i can't form sentences without using "fuck" every other word JDJD.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: i only made this modern because i desperately wanted to include marco to the fullest leave me aloneEffsg. gn! reader, and i went pretty lengthy on this one so beneath the cut is where the headcanons start :)

𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓: bearbrickjia on instagram!

by far, the best friend group to have. everyone balances one another out, and it's a perfectly imperfect mesh of teenagers.

there's jean, the group's centerpiece. he's the alpha of the posse, usually working as their own personal line leader whenever they're caught doing something as a group. he'll never admit it, but he's also the dad friend. of course, he's more of a "i wish i never gave birth to you oh my god please leave me alone also i love you" type than the stereotypical dad friend.

there's marco, the glue holding the group together. unsurprisingly, he's the calm, kindhearted support system that balances out the cokeheads, keeping them all sturdy. without a doubt, the group would fall apart without him. they need him, okay!! and by "them," i mean jean and yourself. marco, never change.

following up, there's connie & sasha, the wonder twins. their roles are pretty self explanatory, given their natural rambunctiousness. they're the two that hang out outside of the group the most, for obvious reasons. they're the crackhead siblings that bring life to the group, despite the hot water they typically land the others in. through their antics and their comic relief, they're irreplaceable. still, it's easy to want to strangle them sometimes.

next, there's you! because you're the reader, i won't name any specifics, but you're greatly cherished. you mark your place in the crew through various ways, having a unique relationship with each and every member. when he's in need of a breather outside of his typical nest (AKA marco), jean hits your line. if you're needing any kind of assistance with literally anything ever, marco's there to help. craving some chaos? bitch, connie & sasha have GOT YOU.

the main hangout spot is jean's house, 100%. not only has his mom practically adopted the whole squad, but there's only two people living there, so it isn't crowded. connie banned literally all four of you from his place, lmao. there was too many people there, and his family lives to humiliate him.

the group has this one policy, set down by yourself and jean: four piece maximum. this is directed solely towards sasha, of course, considering her tendency to raid her friends' fridges entirely of any food. if she's ever caught rummaging through a fridge for longer than necessary, it's the home owner's duty to shout, "four piece minimum!"

^ it never fails to startle her 😭. one time, she hit her head so hard on the fridge ceiling at jean's house she had to use a bag of frozen peas to soothe the swelling.

then, she proceeded to eat the thawed out peas. jean gagged.

the inside jokes? endless. all it takes is one word from a single event, and the five of you are losing your shit. it's cute, to be honest, how overzealous you all get from a single instance from months ago.

"ha. heh. hee."

"what is it?"

"ngGhh,, chEDDAR TIDDIES-"

"AHHHHHAGAGSHHDJF-"

if there are any inside jokes formed between two group members that isn't shared with the rest of them, there will be immediate bitterness. one time, you and sasha were giggling to yourselves over some druggie named jerry who'd tried selling baskets of rotten cherries to the two of you during a gas station haul— the boys were not having it. what the fuck were you doing without them, "friends"?

right before starting your guys' senior year of highschool, the five of you were on a group facetime when you all sent your schedules into group chat. due to the scarceness of your soon-to-be-majors, absolutely none of you had any classes together. you had a single lunch period with connie while marco had one with jean, but that was about it. it was,, a dramatic discovery. sasha fucking screamed.

"i have nothing with nobody!"

"calm down, sash-"

"you have lunch with y/n! LUNCH! that's my place, lunch. this is despicable, this is evil, this is a braus hate crime-"

yeah, she didn't take it that well. it's okay, doe. the four of you made a special effort during your passing periods, giving sasha enough of a fix for her to make it through each and every day.

it isn't like the five of you don't hang out outside of the classroom, either!! if you hadn't already made plans during that week, the weekend is where you absolutely thrive as a group. study sessions that always shift into exclusive house parties, lunches spent at your favorite places, the occasional visit to the movie theater, and so on. with a mini crowd like that, it's hard for any of you to get bored.

jean's hopeless crush on mikasa is a big factor in your friendship. when everyone minus marco (because he's an angel) isn't mercilessly teasing him, you're all trying to actually help the fucker score the girl. from talking him up obnoxiously enough whereas she'll hear, or flat out telling her to give him a chance, it's an actual effort. though, it's unfortunately all to no avail. shawty's too smitten with eren to even consider her options.

^ with that being said, the four of you have to give jean the "there are other fish in the sea" scoop more often than you'd like to admit.

group cuddles. that's that.

because he's the tallest and therfore the longest (probably, depending on your height), everybody has a chosen body part of jean's to latch onto during naps. connie has one leg while you have the other, and sasha keeps her head rested on his shoulder. marco's at the very bottom, entangling his legs in your own. somehow, this is heaven for jean. he'll never admit to it, though. as far as any of you are concerned, he HATES IT.

ranking from #1 as the best and #5 as the worst, these are the rated group therapists: ⇩︎

#1: marco. self explanatory, he's an amazing listener and provides supremely good advice. that, and he'd literally rather die than let any of his friends internalize anything they're dying to let loose.

#2: you. really, you're just a lot better than jean or connie. sasha's okay at it, but she's not the best at rationalizing, leaving you at second best. basically, when marco isn't available, you're where the freak shows go. marco goes to you about things, too.

#3: sasha. again, she's just a loT better than the final two. sasha's a sweetheart! she's empathetic, and nonjudgmental. we love her in this house.

#4: connie. also somewhat of a sweetheart, although not as much as sasha. he'll drop a shit ton of humor into serious conversations, making them just a tad bit more tolerable.

#5: jean. look, he's a great friend! however, he isn't all that empathetic, and he'll have some trouble understanding. still, he would try his hardest to make you or the other three feel better :,)).

in a modern universe, i know damn well connie's a half-assed stoner 30% of the time. he doesn't light up all that often, and he doesn't tell anybody about it, even you guys. mainly because marco will grill him for it DJFK. however, you stumbled upon his mini marijuana stash and he was like ahh, shit. you didn't really care doe, his secret is safe with you. you, however, now have DIRT on him.

matching bracelets that you all made for eachother yEars ago but never wear 🥺🥺.

many, many, many poly relationship jokes. only jokes, though. some people take it too literally, which y'all just laugh at.

there's a miniature rivalry going on between you and another nearby friend group: reiner, bertholdt, annie, ymir, and christa. of course, all of you are friends, it's all fun in games— most of the time, anyway. it's a funny rivalry, and you guys go at it quite a bit.

one of your guys' most intense debates is whether or not marco has freckles on his dick.

he,, refuses to show any of you, or even anSweR you.

"you act like we can't just check whenever we use the urinals, man."

"CONNIE-"

now, marco refuses to go to the bathroom at the same time as any of the boys <\33.

the group band? black eyed peas.