#she too is a ''god of staying in your lane'' really she only ever steps in to intervene if some god or another starts shit
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ngl these "which eoran god is/isn't problematic" polls make me wanna rant about Magran but I don't have the braincells rn
edit: i did end up ranting in the tags whoopsie lmao
#hablaty#I love magran as a character and as an... imperfect to say the least goddess#but I will also blow a gasket if my fire godlike watcher won't ever get the option to drive a sword through her heart#bc holy shit do i also hate her#she too is a ''god of staying in your lane'' really she only ever steps in to intervene if some god or another starts shit#thing is tho: her followers aren't like her#a lot of folks of the violent murder hobo variety is drawn to her bc god of fire and war and whatnot#but if you read the codex entries on her she doesn't actually urge people to start wars#the doctrines are actually more along the lines of ''don't start shit take no shit'' or idk#don't go out of your way to start a conflict for no reason but be always ready for war basically#she pushes people to embrace their power and strive for bettering themselves through struggle#problem is that bc like i said she ghosts her followers a lot of her followers will just take these doctrines to justify their atrocities#she doesn't want eothasians gone bc she doesn't care enough about them to want that#she doesn't want animancers gone bc she supports animancy#but she won't stop her followers bc she doesn't interfere with kith unless she has to protect them from the other gods#but also on the flip side if she does step in she will stop at nothing to win#even if that means building god killing weapons and then having her priests off themselves deploying it#even if that means wiping out her own fire giant children in a volcanic eruption (whomst you can save btw pls save the rathunn they're nice#and even if that means eating the souls of her godlike children who#magran is incredible cruel and also very cool and I have very complex feelings on her and just aaaa
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Tiny Little Good Things-
A. Aretas
PAIRING: ARMANDO X READER
synopsis: You and Armando get sent on a mission to stop a vicious drugs and arms dealer. Chaos ensues and you two find out why the lines between love and hate are constantly blurring for you both.
theme(s): eventual smut (+18), gore and blood, cursing, graphic imagery, angst, enemies to lovers, Armando is a dick and really hot when he speaks Spanish.
warnings: there is smut in this fic as well as many bloody scenes, if you canât handle either, I wouldnât read on!
authors note: hi, yes I know this fic is long as shit, but I felt it was necessary for what unfolds. There is more than 12k words here, so sorry to all my short attention span people. â¤ď¸love you, k bye!
word count: 12.5k
âRamos Malik, age thirty-seven and Miamiâs biggest up and coming arms and drug dealer.â Kelly says, fingers gracing her iPad as she swivels through pictures, displaying them on the plasma screen ahead.
âHeâs a big fucking problem. 3D printing' slugs that are hitting the streets faster than crack in the seventies.â Mike Lowery, head of AMMO, interjects. âShells the size of a thumbs, sharper than lions teeth, are being pulled out of rival gang members, bystanders, and law enforcement all around the city.â
You turn in your chair, pushing away from your computer screen. âSo, how do we stop him?â
Dorn rounds the steel table, a slab of guns, gear, and tech, gently taking the iPad from Kellyâs hand, and you donât miss the way she blushes. Itâs cute, those two. Kelly and you had grown close ever since you joined AMMO as their new technical analyst months ago. Dorn gave up the position, wanting to be present in the fieldâmostly to have Kellyâs sixâhe and his therapist had been making great progress and he felt it was time to be more than the brawny guy in the chair.
So that lead to you taking over and eventually many girls nights full of red wine, cheese, and pillow talking. A slip of a wine-jaded tongue later and you were the first on the team to know of their love affair. Sometimes you desired to have that of your own, but life and fate, as Marcus would say, hadnât given that to you yet.
âGood question, followed by an even better answer.â Dorn sails and the screen changes and a new scene plays. âThis is Moxy, a new club on the strip. Itâs where Ramos Malik and his crew hang out. Rumor has it heâll be there tonight, and we're going to bind him with a sting.â
Intrigued you stand. âYou need me to make inconspicuous body cams, donât you?â You gasp and breath deeply, a smile spreading on your face. âGod I love it when you guys want me to make inconspicuous body cams.â
Dorn coughs and Kelly looks off to the side, biting at her nails. Mike walks over slowly, slapping a hand onto both your shoulders.
âNow, we know how much our sweet little, non-violent, girl here loves to just stay in her lane and chill here while we get into all the bloody action.â Mike massages your shoulders, displaying you off to the group like a fresh piece of wagyu. You scan the crew's facesâmischief, panic, fearâbut the one that snipes you the most is the one of Armando Aretas. He sits perched on a table on the far side of the room, combat boot clad feet planted on a chair as his brown eyes pierce into you, sending tiny, invisible sparks flocking on your skin. You suck in a sharp breath and look away. He always stared, so why did it bother you now?
When your ears finally stop buzzing, you dial back into Mike's speech. âBut this time, itâll be different. Youâll be out in the field.â
As if you were just tased, you jut away from his grip. âWhat?â
âRamos can sniff cops a mile away. Itâs what makes him so good at what he does.â Marcus cuts in. âHe knows our faces, too. The only face he doesnât know, is yours.â
You take another step back, heart racing, completely stupefied. âSo you want me to go and trick that bastardâŚby myself?!â
âNo! Never!â Mike says. âArmando will be with you.â
A clatter echos through the room, all eyes snapping to where Armando was sitting, the little black stool wobbling on the floor. âThe fuck I will!â He growls.
Your eyes narrow and you jut your chin up. What the hell was he so mad for?
âOkay, son, calm down. Itâs a simple sting operation. If youâre careful, itâs an in-and- out kind of thing.â
Armando circles close, and out of habit you cower behind the wall of Mike and Dorn. You may have a high IQ but youâre no match physically for anyone on this team, especially not Armando. Youâve seen what he can do countless times. He was the silent beast, he always just stared and hardly spoke. No matter how much you tried to warm up to him, make him feel accepted, you two just never clicked.
You thought it might just be his past, how he was manipulated by his father and lied to by his mother, that made him so closed off, but with the way fury rumbles off of him so strong right now, pushing you deeper into Dorn and Mike, it makes you think thereâs more unspoken. And if so, what?
Caged between Mike and Dorn Armando finds your eyes again, scolding your cheeks hot with his glare. It was as if he needed you to not only hear his words but feel them too. âIâm not going on any mission with the princesa. All she does is type and sit in that fucking chair all day. Itâll be suicide.â
Mike takes his son's shoulder, massaging them similar to how heâd done your own. âSheâs the only choice right now, okay? Sheâs just the arm candy to fill out the picture weâre setting for Malik, alright?â
For some reason his wordsâ âjust the arm candy?âand âthe only choice right now,â âsting. You may not be skilled in the field or in combat, but you were vital to this team and you spent months trying to prove your strengths otherwise. When you first joined the team, everyone insisted on making you their baby bird, some wounded thing they needed to protect in a gilded cage. You were the new young and stary-eyed cop, and they are all jaded-old bags who need someone to shelter. It happened authentically and you still couldnât shake the box they put you in. You arenât helpless, you are capable and strong and maybe this is what you need, an opportunity outside to finally prove yourself.
âIf he doesnât want to do it, Iâm sure there is someone else in the field we can find.â A surge of confidence flushes through you as you push past the Mike-Dorn barricade, chin help up high with defiance as you brush past Armando. âWhatever the case, Iâll do it. I can do it. Iâm capable Mike, so letâs see my cover.â
A smirk peels on Kellyâs face as she passes you your file. âOkay, Ms. Bad-ass. Iâm loving this energy.â
Armando scoffs, planting himself next to you, his broad shoulders brush up against your frail ones. The slight gesture sends a hear through you. Quickly you scoot away, no need to sweat through a perfectly good cardigan over mean-ass Armando Aretas.
You flip through your file. Youâll be playing Jenna Combs. A twenty-six year old dancer and model who is the new girlfriend ofâ
âYou hijos de putaâs got me playing myself?â Armando argues. âWhat kind of shit disguise is that?â
Dorn shrugs. âItâs not. Thatâs the point. The Aretas name is still feared and no one knows youâre in with the cops. Itâs a pretty believable story, you need new armory and he can supply it.â
âLast anyone in this circles heard, you was killing cops and slinging a new dope empire. Just get emâ to confess to making this bullets and where he does it, so we can get emâ off the streets for good.â Marcus chimes in with a smile.
Armandoâs grumbles a few curses under his breath before his attention turns and latches onto you. Suddenly you feel hot again, like a solar flares are swallowing you whole. Armandoâs eyes rack over your form, slow and tentative.
His gaze latches onto your lips before he says, âAnd sheâs supposed to be my date? Suicide mission.â
âFor who? You or me? Because the way I see it, with your attitude youâll be made in minutes.â
The gap between you and Armando closes in an instant. Your faces mere inches from each other. His cool breath trickles down the crest of your neck and frosts the tips of your ears when he whispers, âCareful when you speak to me, Princesa. Youâll be alone out there with me, and anything could happen to you.â
Was heâŚthreatening you?
Your balls must have really dropped in the matter of minutes, because instead of keeping quiet and apologizing, like you normally would if you managed to anger Armando, you bite back.
âStop calling me that.â You grit your teeth.
âÂżPor quĂŠ, eh?â Armando whispers, pulling back from you and taking a seat on a nearby stool. His eyes are drunk with a flavor you canât distinguish. âOnly princesas get to sit up in their castle all day, shielded, while everyone else goes out and does all the heavy lifting.â
âI never asked to be shielded!â You stamp your foot, moving in on him with a swiftness. Armando invites your challenge with grace, folding his muscular arms slowly over his wide chest, watching you stalk nearer.
You donât know how, but you find yourself in between him, his legs two thick gates around you. Where it should bother you, in the moment it doesnât because Itâs your turn to invade his space. In this moment, the great Armando Aretas doesnât scare you.
You poke at his chest with each syllable. âRather you like it or not, Aretas, this princesa is going on this sting with or without you, and I donât give a shit what you think, not anymore. Cool?â
A small smirk pulls on his face as he peels your finger off his chest, the digit so small in his his hand, his movements making you keenly aware of your closeness.
âCool.â He stands, boxing you in with his large build before brushing past you and walking out of the compound.
You watch as the last bits of daylight leave with him as the door slams closed. This confidence was like adrenal coursing through you and suddenly you felt tired and zapped, being strong is exhausting. You take a seat, pulling at a loose curl atop your head, thoughts burrowing into your mind like a splinter.
To this day, you couldnât understand the hatred he had for you. In the begging, when Mike had negotiated a deal with the D.Aâs office and the department to allow Armando to work for AMMO, not wanting his raw talents to go to waste, no one trusted him. But still, you gave him a chance, because you knew how it felt to be the underdog and you didnât want the same for him. Still, in his own fashion, he warmed up to the othersâŚbut never to you. But maybe he was right, everyone else here has put so much of themselves of the line, risked it all for the greater good, and what have you done? Nothing. You havenât saved anyone or changed a life. Youâve sat and watched from the comforts of the compound. Their eyes and ears, thatâs all.
You push to standing and gather your file. You may not be the strongest, or fastest on the team, but you had strengths and youâd make use of them tonight for once, no matter what.
Suddenly snickers and chuckle fill the room, bouncing off the walls of your mind and bringing you back to the room glazed with the smell of oil and pinesol.
Marcus breaks through the laughter. âNext time you two want to engage in some foreplay, ask for the room first.â
Your skin nearly peels off at his words. You could burn alive right now.
You and Armando?
âNever would that ever happen.â You shiver at the thought of being with any man, let alone him.
Armando is a mean man. A mean man you suddenly have to trust you life with.
But if thatâs the case. Why does your heart not fall to your feet at the thought?
###
âYouâve memorized your role, right?â Kelly asks, tightening the final fixings of your dress.
âYes,â you nod. âIâm Armandoâs new girlfriend, Jenna. I donât speak, I just sit quietly and listen. I shadow him, basically. Anything he does, I do.â
âGood girl.â Kelly winks. âOne last thing.â She digs into her pockets before brandishing a small knife. âHere, just in case things go south.â
Your eyes widen and you nearly flinch. âI thought you and Mike said this was an easy in-and-out kind of deal.â
Kelly sighs. âNothing like this is ever easy. All things have the potential to go south.â She grabs your face in her hands. âI just want my girl safe, thatâs all.â
Reluctantly, you accept the knife, shoving it into your purse. âWhat about Armando? Isnât he supposed to protect meâI mean Jenna?â
âAnd he will,â Kelly assures. âBut you can never be too sure.â
You nod. âRight, whose to say he wonât abandon me if shit oops off,â your snicker is laced with fear.
Kelly walks you out of the compound and toward the front where youâll be meeting the rest of the team. âHe wonât. Trust me.â
âHe did allude to it early, Kels.â
Kelly rolls her eyes, stopping you and giving your curls one last fluff. âAretas is all talk when it comes to you, donât take him for a grain of salt.â
You frown. âWhatâs that supposed to be mean.â
Kelly smirks. âSee for yourself.â
She steps out of the way and in the shinning exterior of Mikes Ferrari, you see yourself.
Do you look like a slut, yes, but nonetheless gorgeous.
Your curls are loose and defined, a cascade of shea butter and hibiscus around you. Your makeup is layered, yet light, elevating your high cheekbones, wide lips, and honey-brown eyes. And your plum colored dress pops against your warm-brown skin, somehow making even your thin body look full and figured.
You look fucking hot.
And for the first time in forever, you feel fucking hot.
Apparently youâre not the only one who thinks so as a whistle breaks loose in the yard.
âGoddamn girl!â Mike claps. âIf I wasnât some old dog, Iâd ask you on a date myself.â
âIâll keep my comments to myself,â Marcus smiles. âYou know Theresa be listening.â He looks over his shoulders, head on a swivel.
âDorn donât say a word.â Kelly scolds her boyfriend, Dorn holds his hands up in defense.
âStaying silent.â He whimpers.
Your cheeks flush. âStop, you guys.â You giggle. âThis was all Kelly, besides you know I look better in a cardigan and jeans.â
âI agree.â A voice emerges from the darkness. A wide berth breaks before you as Armando strolls over.
Your throat goes dry and suddenly your head is dizzy with a feeling hard to explain, as you take him in.
Heâs fresh with a new hair cut, faded low on the sides and thick, raven black up top. His beard is full and more manicured, enunciating the sharp cuts of his jaw.
Heâs graced in a suit, black-on-black. The undershirt unbuttoned exposing much of his chiseled chest and the gold, cross necklace that dangles there. His suit jacket fits perfectly over the swells of his biceps and his pants expose every aching muscle in his thigh.
Like gravity, itâs hard to pull your eyes away from him. But somehow you become the void of space and manage to.
You canât say the same for him though, because despite his insults that same burning, tingling sensation finds its way tip-toeing down your back and to the swell of your ass. One quick spin and you catch Armandoâs eyes lifting from your backside to face you.
âI thought I looked better in a cardigan?â You say, breathing heavy.
Was he just? NoâŚ
Armando swings open the passenger door for you. âGet in.â He grumbles.
Not wanting to test his patience, you oblige, taking a step into the Farrier.
Armando closes the door behind you before climbing into the passenger side.
At the window, Mike approaches.
âGet in ask Ramos about the bullets, say you heard about them from word of mouth and youâre interested in them. Youâll pay top dollar. Once he confirms he can give them to you, weâll move in. Got it?â Mike explains to Armando before turning his attention to you. âAnd for you, just be silent, pretty, and say nothing, okay?â
âWonât be hard for her.â Armando grumbles as he starts the car.
You roll your eyes, ignoring his comment. âYou guys will tail us, right.â
Dorn nods. âYou should be fine though, youâve got Armando.â
Armando reeves the engine, slowly idling off and away from your friends. And for some reason, when you whip off, you canât help but wonder if he was right. This was a suicide mission, just not for him.
Fuck.
###
The drive is silent and smooth. You really could see why Mike insisted on such expensive cars, they rode well.
Your heel-clad feet tap against the bottom of the car, humming a tune in your head, making you realize just how much this ride needed some music.
Slowly, you turn to face Armando. His eyes are focused on the long road ahead, his jaw is clenched and he doesnât seems to be paying you the slightest bit of attention.
As smooth as you can be you carefully lift your hand up and turn on the radio. Soon enough Ariana Grandes, The Boy is Mine, blasts from the radio.
You squeal and find a small groove with your fingers against your purse, humming the lyrics and bopping your head to the beat. The song is just reaching its second run through the chorus when the radio goes dead.
You turn, seeing Armandoâs hand leaking from the controls. Annoyed, you give him a look before turning the radio back on, louder this time.
Armandoâs jaw clenches tighter, like he might actually collapse through it with his bite force. He slams the radio offâŚagain.
This time you donât bite your tongue.
âWould you stop doing that!â You shout.
âNo.â
âWhy not? I was listening to that.â
âI donât care. I need to focus.â Armando grumbles.
âFocus on what?â
âI donât know, Princesa, making sure we both come out of this alive, because I damn sure canât count on you to do that.â
His words bite, but if he wants to play a snake you have venom for him. âWhy donât you like me, huh? What have I ever done to you?â You hide.
Armando stays silent, his knuckles whitening as his grip strengthens on the steering wheel.
You snap at him. âIâm not talking to myself, Armando. Why do you hate me, huh?!â
âCĂĄllte!â He shouts
You don't know much Spanish, but youâve heard him say it enough to know itâs time to walk away from the conversation.
So you do, resting your head against the window seal, counting the number of streetlights you see flash and shimmer as you zoom by.
When you were younger your mother couldnât afford fancy candles so she used a flashlight instead. You imagine the streetlights as just that, wishing that one day youâd know what you did to anger Armando so much.
Not soon enough, the car comes to a halt. The only sounds filling the cabin are those of Armando undoing his seatbelt.
Annoyed, you donât even look at him as he speaks. All heâs done is tear you down in the past few hours, youâre done giving him the energy you need to conserve.
âWhen we go inside, donât say a word. I donât care how many questions he throws your way, you donât say shit. Am I clear?â
Slowly, you turn towards him. Your mouth is scrunched and your eyes filled with no sympathy for the devil in front of you.
âCrystal.â You whisper, venom leaking off your tongue as you speak.
Armandoâs chest rises and falls as he takes in your anger. He squeezes Mikes keys between his hands, and you you really do your best to ignore the heat that unfurls inside of you when he bites his plump lip between his teeth and runs a hand over his dark, full beard.
You adjust in your seat, because despite his constant cold front, It looks as if he has something to say. You wait in contemplating silence, the only sounds in the cabin being your breathing and Armandoâs hesitant taps on the keys.
Part of you just wants to go in a get this over with and never speak to him again, but another part is desperate for him to say something meaningful to you. Something like the things you say to him before a mission.
âDonât die.â
âCome back in one piece.â
âBe careful.â
âWe should all have pizza when you come back.â
You knew how scary things could get on missions and you just wanted your team to know you were there, to take away even a slither of the darkness clouding them in that moment. And for your first time, you thought Armando might do the sameâsay something meaningfulâbut he doesnât.
In a flash heâs out of the car, handing the keys over to valet, threatening them about what will happen if any scratches and dents are found.
You take in a deep breath and look down at the camera, disguised as a gold necklace resting above the cut of your breast.
âYou guys getting all this?â You whisper, stepping out of the car.
âDo you mean Moxy, or your fight with Hotmando?â Dorn says over the earpiece.
You come to a halt. âShit, Iâm sorry guys. Iâll keep it professional, okay. From here on out, I wonât let him get to meâŚthatâs not whatâs important.â
âGood, get in and come back to us. I need my girl and our wine down Sundays.â Kelly says.
You smile, making your way over to wear Armando stands at the mouth of the nightclub, hoping he heard your words.
The sour look on his face as you walk through the door he holds open for youâsure to flip my hair as you do, giving him a nice taste of your leave in conditionerâtells you he certainly did, and perhaps he didnât like what you had to say, but nonethelessâŚ
He wont bother you anymore. Not tonight, at least.
Inside Moxy tore hit with a wave of a scent that nearly makes you gagâweed, sweat, and criminal activity. The club its self is large in scale, high ceilings with rope dancers stringing off the tops and flashing red and blue lights melting to make a purple haze over the club. Smoke and bubble guns are in constant effect and youâre pretty sure you can feel the bass of Wiz Khalifaâs Black and Yellow in your thoracic cavity.
From what you can see there are three floors, the first and second appear to be where the actual clubbing takes place. You watch the sweaty bodies corralled into dance floors, babbling nonsense either too drunk or too high for their own good.
But above, on the third, it is caged in and covered by glass. Yellow lights, different from the multi-colored ones below, remain at a halt and big , burly men with guns at their hips wander the halls. No doubt looking to take out any threat that comes for their bossâRamos Malik.
âThe glass. Itâs bullet proof.â Armando says, eyeing the scene above, just as you do.
You would praise him for the impressive catch. But youâre Jenna now, and Jenna doesnât speak.
âAny sign of Malik?â Mike asks.
âNot yet,â Armando places a hand on the small of your back, making you flinch. âBut weâre about to find out.â
Never moving his hands from your waist, Armando guides the two of you through the sweaty pillage of bodies and towards the elevators.
The ride up is quick, quiet. Thatâs not shocking. But what is shocking, as soon as the elevator comes to a screeching halt, Armando grabs your hand in his, completely engulfing your own with his size.
The burning sensation wraps up your wrist and shoots straight to your cheeks where you flush.
âWhat are you doing?â You gasps, trying to pull away. You did not sign up for this kind of role play.
Armando turns to look at you. âIf youâre my girlfriend, weâve got to play the part. Other than that you just look like someone who I brought out on a hit with me.â He squeezes your hand.
You suck in a deep breath at the motion, looking away.
âWhatâs wrong, princesa? This too much for you?â For a second, you thought he meant the fact that he was holding your hand, and in that case he wouldnât be wrong, but soon enough the doors open and you shortly realize what he means.
The two burly men from early, dapper in black and white suits, wait outside the elevator, fingers in the triggers of their guns.
âAretas.â They nod, tuning your attention to you. âWhose this?â
âMy girl, Jenna.â Armando says, gruffly.
One of the men nods, motioning you forward. You swallow, backing up a bit, hesitant on what to do.
Armando nudges you forward. âEsta bien bebe.â
You nod and walk towards them. They grab you up, calloused hands running up and down your body, and your pretty sure they linger to long on your untouchables on purpose.
Sweat begins to pile in your hands as a thought burst into your mind. What would happen if they found the knife Kelly gave you? Sheâd shoved it in a pretty good spot, but still, these guys were being thoroughďżźâŚand not in a good way.
You make eye contact with Armando as one of the guards continues to fill you up with what feels like excessive force.
In a blur, Armando pushes off the wall with his foot, slapping a hand on the guards shoulder.
âSheâs clear, eh?â
The guard nods.
Armando grips his collar and pulls him in close. âThe why the fuck are you still touching her, hm?â
The guard swallows, fear evident in his eyes.
âJust covering the bases, thatâs all, sir.â He whimpers.
âCover the bases again like that with my girl, and Iâll cut your fucking hand off and feed it to your other fat fuck of a friend.â Armando notions to the guard behind.
The guard nods and swallows, caressing his hand.
âThe boss is this way,â he guides us with a motion.
Armando grips your hand once more, leading your down the long hallway.
âYou okay?â He asks, holding his gaze forward.
You look up at him, even in heels he still manages to be taller than you. âDonât pretend to care.â You scoff.
That makes him halt, conjoined with him you have no choice but to face each other. His mouth opens and closes like a fish, yet no words come out.
You roll your eyes, looking past his shoulders. Inside the bright room, you can see a shadow of Ramos. âLetâs just get this over with.â You say.
Armandoâs gaze lingers on your longer than youâd like, giving you the shivers despite the fire leaking off him.
Soon enough, he pushes open the door and you follow behind him.
The room is small, club girls linger around either serving drinks or being felt up on. Ramosâs men, stand at each corner of the room searching for the next threat to their boss. Luckily they havenât figured it is you yet.
âArmando Aretas,â Ramos claps his hands, jumping off of the white couch heâs sat on.
He stalks over, cigar between his lips, and you take him in. He is nowhere near as stalky as Armando, and his curly blonde hair is put up into a bun, exposing the undercut beneath. You canât catch the colors of his eyes because they are covered by dark, Fendi shades.
His business definitely makes money, and lots of it. His three piece black and burgundy suit screams it all.
âTo what do I owe such great pleasures?â He bows, lifting your hand up and placing a kiss on the back. âThat goes for you too, sugar.â
Armando squeezes your hand a bit tighter at the pet name. You want to bite back and tell him to go easy, but youâre on stage now, and for your own safety and his, itâs best if you donât break the act.
âIâm in the business of buying something from you. Streets are hot down in Mexico right now, and I need to establish some new territoriesâŚwith a little force.â Armando says smoothly, sometimes you forget he was a hardened criminal not too long ago.
Ramos clicks his tongue between his teeth. âAh. Come sit.â He motions you two over to one of his coaches.
âGood job. Keep emâ talking.â Mike says over the coms.
Armando takes a seat across from Ramos and you do the same.
A chuckle leaves Ramosâs lips. âI donât think your pet likes you very much,â he motions to the space between you two.
Armando smacks his lips. âNonsense. Ven aquĂ, bebĂŠ.â
You swallow and scoot towards him. When youâre close enough, in one swift moment, Armandoâs slips you in his lap, running a rough hand up and down the exposed parts of your thigh, sending shivers down your spine and goosebumps all over your body.
What the hell was happening.
Ramos chuckles, pouring himself and Armando a drink. He pushes it across the glass table, just out of reach.
Armando gives your ass a light slap, you turn and flare your nose, giving him your best âdon't push it,â it glare.
He ignores it.
âTrĂĄeme eso, mamĂĄ.â He says, motioning towards the glass.
You pick up the tumbler, suddenly realizing what heâs playing at. Ramos is watching because he isn't convinced. So you suck up your pride and do some convincing.
You grip Armando by his chin, rubbing the pad of your thumb in circles over his gruff beard before putting the glass against his lips, assisting him as he drinks.
Never once do his eyes leave you as he swallows the amber liquid, and the shivers that were once in your spine travel lower, much lower. You have to blink away the awful, dirty thoughts of you being in place of the glass out of your mind as you swipe away the spillage off his beard and plump, pink lips.
When you turn, Ramosâ shoulders drop and his smile is so wide itâs nearly reckless.
âSo youâre in the business of buying my most popular product from me?â
âThatâs right.â Armando says, a hand still caressing you slow and smooth.
âI am curious, though,â Ramos takes a swig of his drink. âHow did you hear about it?â
Armando shifts, the movement forcing you closer to his center. Your eyes go wide as saucers, your new position doing nothing for the growing pain massing within your heat.
âIâm an Aretas. Nothing in the streets goes past my earsâŚnothing.â Armando's confidence radiates off of him.
âVery well,â Ramos chuckles. âLetâs establish two parameters of this deal, then. One, you pay me before I give you any product. Two, you get caught with my product, you donât tell a soul who you the fuck got it from. Sounds good?â He smiles.
Armando nods. âJust one thing,â his hands enclose over your hips, sliding you off to the side, as he leans forward. âHow do you make them? The bullets.â
Ramos frowns. âWhy? You trying to steal my swag or something, Aretas?â
Armando chuckles. âNah, just curious.â
âFeed his ego, heâs going to talk.â Kelly says.
âI mean, they're sharp, large, fast, quiet. Itâs impressive. I just want to know how you do it before I invest any of my money into it.â Armando leans back, arms spread in a wide arch on the back of the couch.
âIn our world now, with a little money, the right connections, and a fuck ton of fortitude, anything you can think of is a possibility.â Ramos says, lighting another cigar. âItâs rare and hard to get everything right. But if you really want to know how I do it,â he leans in, voice dropping to a whisper.
Armando does the same, you make the conscious effort not to. Instead you play with your necklace, making sure the camera catches his face and his face only when he confesses.
âItâs a threeâ,â
A sudden buzz swallows the conversation whole, swirling it down the dirty sink it had come up from. The buzz echoes once more before you realize where it comes fromâŚyour purse
Fuck.
Ramos straightens, likes a dog on guard, eyeing you fiercely. Your chest rises and falls with a weight heavier than gravity as your ringtone continues to blare out for everyone to hear.
Ramos licks his lips, like heâs hungry for what comes next. âWell donât be shy, Ms. Jenna, answer the phone.â
You swallow and tuck a curl behind your ear. âI donât think thatâs appropriate right now. Letâs just finish up the dealââ
In a blur of fury, Ramos stands brandishing a gun, pointing it right at your chest.
âMake you perra answer the fucking phone, or I put holes in you both.â
âAnswer the phone,â Mike calls to you. âDo what he asks.â
Armando gives you a cautious look as you slip your phone out of your purse. Your fingers are shaking, so answering takes a few tries but when you finally do get it, you see that itâs your sister calling.
âMake sure itâs on speaker too.â Ramos demands, clocking his gun.
You inhale deeply, press the speaker button, then answer, âHey, sister, this isnât really a good time.â
âHey, I know youâre probably working late and all, but this is kind of important. My routers are not really working and I have a date with that guy, David, I told you about and I really need my tv to work.â She explains.
You bite your lip and lick the sweat that forms around them. âHave you tried turning your tv on and off again? You know Iâm not really a whiz at that tech stuff.â
A pause, then your sister erupts in laughter. âGirl, are you high?â She laughs. âYouâve been messing with wires and the internet since we were kids. Thatâs the whole reason twelve wanted you anywaysâ
Your hear sinks the moment she says those words, you hang up because the last thing you want is for your sister to hear you die.
âWell fuck me, Jenna, Iâll be damned.â Ramos growls, pushing his gun into your skull.
You pierce your eyes shut, brace for the burning impact of the bullet and pray for a quick death.
But it never happens, instead in a swift motion Armando pushes you off to the side causing you to collapse onto the ground. He makes a quick sweep of his leg, sending Ramos crashing onto his ass and the bullet that was meant for you soaring up and hitting the rafters, lodging into some wood.
Your breath is heavy as you watch all out war unfold before you. Armando takes on five men at once. The first man takes two tumblers over the head and one shard of glass to the neck, scarlett liquid oozing from the wound before he drops like dead weight beside you.
You let out a scream, backing away from the scene that moves like a riptide before you.
âGet out of there, now!â Kelly screams in your ear.
âIâI canât just leave him!â You shout back.
âYou have no training! Weâre coming in, go, now!â Mike yells.
You gather yourself, undoing your heels, still watching Armando skillfully take out guys and keep clear of the gunshots that ring in the tiny room. You watch as he dropkicks one man, then shoots him in the face before stalking over to another man, dishing out a few punches, before finally gutting him with a knife.
Heâs still on the move when you finally slip out of your heels. More of Ramosâs men are filing in and the fight expands,moving from the small room you were just in into the hallway where any innocent person could be hurt.
Unlike most times you werenât in your gilded chair. You were in the field and you would help as many people as you could. So, you donât think, you let the adrenaline cloud you as you bound down the hallway in hopes to get back downstairs and direct clubbers from the chaos.
Setting the golden elevator in your sites, you push faster. People below were already screaming, running wild. Who knows what could happen? How many people could be trampled and hurt. This only fuels you, quickening your stride. You nearly make it but a gunshot slows you, and the body of a bleeding girl drops before you, putting you into a full halt.
âOh my god,â your voice is breathy and shaky.
âWhy are you still in there!â Dornsâ voice becomes a far void as you rip at the bottom of your dress and use the fabric to compress her wound.
Two gunshots to the chests. The girl, who canât be any older than yourself, gurgles blood which sprays onto her porcelain skin and leaks into her brown hair, sticking strands to the marble floor.
The girl coughs, sending blood splattering onto the side of your face, and claws at your arms, streaks of crimson standing out against your brown skin.
She murmurs, but itâs hard to hear.
You press deeper into her wounds. âShh, itâll be alright,â You tell her âguys, I need a medic on the third floor when you get here. SheâsâŚsheâs in really bad shape.â You whimper.
The girl whines again, her eyes open and closing in two second intervals.
she raises her arm pointing a shaking finger in the direction behind you.
You wipe your eyes, blood no doubt trailing on your face now.
âWhat?â You croak. âWhat is it?â You turn around and see Ramos Malik limping over to you, a large knife in his hand.
You stand, putting distance between him, yourself and the girl.
âYouâre a real bitch, you know that?â An injured Ramos says, limping toward you with his knife pointed. âTrying to get me caught up in some trap, but you werenât even smart enough to shut off your phone!â He screams, lunging at you with the knife.
You tumble backwards, your back and head hitting the marble floor with the weight of you both. You cry out as pain sears through you, especially your hand.
It takes you a moment of readjusting to the bright lights and sounds to realize why. You caught the fucking knife in your hand.
You scream, as Ramos pulls it from your palm in a slice. Your hand open and bleeding, you cry out and roll away from another vicious attack by Ramos.
He growls and lunges at you again, grabbing a tuft full of your curls. You beat at his legs with your good hand, squirming in his grip. He pulls at your hair, making you scream, lowering his knife to your neck, pressing inward.
You let out an animalistic scream, pressing your thumb into the oozing wound on his leg. He screeches, falling to his knees.
Wasting no time, you crawl away.
You think youâve gotten far enough.
You rise up on your knees and push the elevator button, but the cold hand on your ankle snatches you back.
You claw at the marble floors, leaving a trail of blood, as Ramos drags you like a rag doll. He stops, flipping you over and planting his weight on top of you.
You flail, kicking the ground and scratching at his face, desperate for him to let go. But he doesnât. Instead, he cages you with his legs and wraps both hands around your neck, applying so much pressure that your vision blurs.
Under his grip, your breaths become distant and faint. Your muscles relax, and your eyes bulge. Turning your head to the side, you can barely make out the flashing blue and red lights from outside.
The team is here. But you're not sure they'll find you in time because Ramos is relentless, and the air in your lungs is vanishing. Your skull feels like itâs being crushed, the pressure intense.
You feel yourself slipping away, losing focus on your surroundings. Ramos moves your head to face him, and heâs a mass of incoherent clouds above you, the only clear thing are his dark, empty eyes.
âLook at me, baby. I like my victims to look at me before they die,â he growls, spit slipping from his mouth. âI hope Aretas finds you likeââ
Ramos drops, and oxygen rushes back into your lungs like a clap of thunder.
You shudder on the ground, scraping at your neck and slapping your chest.
Warm hands engulf your cheeks, and it takes a minute for the blur to leave your vision. When it does, you see Armando before you, a smoking gun at his side.
âÂżEstĂĄs bien, mamĂĄ?â
His voice barely registers before oxygen slips from your lungs again, and you slump over, hitting the ground.
Armando scoops you up, and even though it should be a relief, you canât help but be saddened by the way your team jumps over the girl you couldnât save.
Darkness swallows you whole as your team swarms you and Armando.
###
âThe stitches will dissolve on their own in time as your wound heals itself.â Kelly says, tightening the last of the bandages on the hand Ramos had sliced.
âThanks, Kelly.â You smiled softly, rubbing at the soreness that still lingered all over your body, especially your neck.
Ramos and his men had been arrested, not on the charges the team had planned, but still, getting him locked away for attempted murder of a police officer and soliciting drugs would have to be good enough for now.
Kelly rubs your shoulders, a soft sigh leaving her lips. âIâm really sorry this happened to you,â she says, eyeing your injuries, the bandages on your knees and hands, the purple-ish bruise on your neck, and the small scratches and scrapes all over your body. You definitely werenât as hot as you were that night.
âItâs okay.â You smile. âIâm still here, so.â You shrug.
âYou were brave that night, saving that girl. Weâre all so proud of you.â Kelly says.
You shake your head. âBut I didn't save her, Kels. She died. Right there, she bled out.â Tears start to rim your eyes as the memories of the girl and her blood in your hands flare in your mind. âFuck,â you cover your eyes with your palms. âI could hardly save myself that nightâŚif it wasnât for Armando, Iâd be dead.â
You sniffle, taking a seat on a nearby stool. âIâm not cut of for the field, and I donât think I should ever do it again.â
Kelly swarms you. âNo. Donât say that.â She shakes her head. âWeâve all been there, helpless, but thatâs why weâre a team. We cover each other's six when shit gets rough. So donât feel bad, we wonât let you.â
You nod slowly, trying to let her words penetrate your soul so that you could really believe them. But right now, you couldnât. You put everyone at risk because you made a rookie mistake by leaving your phone on.
You were to blame for all the carnage, all the bloodshed and chaos.
Armando was right, it was a suicide mission. And it was all your fault.
Kellyâs phone ringing thrusts you out of your thoughts.
She reads the screen number and looks at you. 'I got to go,â she motions. âBut if you need me, call me, seriously.â
You nod and wave her goodbye. You turn and fully expect to hear the compound's heavy, steel doors slam shut and lock, but they never do.
On high alert you turn and meet eyes with Armando. Heâs in his typical black on black, head to toe. The only thing different about him is the white bandage covering the bulge of his arm.
You try not to stare too hard at the way his black shirt clings to his body, flexing every taunt muscle as he strides down the steps and towards you with a force.
Refocusing, you work on the project at handâDorns broken drone. You mesh wires together and a spark comes alive, something like the sparks you feel when Armando takes a seat next to you, leaving up against the steel work table.
âSo thatâs it, eh?â He says, staring at you. âGonna ignore me.â
You keep fussing with your wires. âNot sure there is much to say.â
Armando chuckles bitterly. âIâm sure I could find some words. How about we start with, lo siento or soy un maldito idiota.â
You slam down your tools and turn to face him, fire blazing in your eyes. âI donât even know what the fuck you just said.â You growl.
Armando stands, towering over you. âIâd be happy to translate for you, princesa. It means you fucked up and cost alot of people their lives.â
You flinch at his words, more reality of your mistake clouding over you. âYou donât think I know that? Iâve regretted my mistake every night when I cry myself to sleep because all I can see is that girl's face.
Your voice wavers. âHer blood.â
âIf you feel like that then you should have listened to me when I told you that mission was suicide.â He growls.
âFuck you.â You spat, walking away.
Armando catches your forearm, pulling you back towards him. âIâm not done, so donât walk away from me.â
âLet me the hell go!â You try jerking from his grip but itâs no use, youâre stuck, stuck taking his abuse.
âNo, you need to know that it was your fault out there. That your place is in the chair,â he motions to your desk behind you. âYou canât handle the field, youâre not built for it.â
The need to prove him wrong boils in your gut causing you to lift your hand and swing it out towards Armandoâs face.
Bad idea.
He catches your arm with ease and now both your limbs are in his hands. You try to snatch away, but Armando keeps you steady, pulling you closer until the two of you are breaths away from each other.
The heat in your chest spreads like wildfire as you watch Armandoâs eyes linger on your bruised lips, then trailing down slowly to your hands and legs, accessing all your injuries as if they matter to him.
âBesides,â he trails on, his index finger glazing cautiously over the ring bruise on your neck. âIf it wasnât more me out there, princesa, youâd be dead.â
âI didnât thinkâŚâ
âThatâs the point,â Armando holds you steady. âYou didnât think, and you not using your head almost got you killed. And if you would have died Iâ.â
There's a quivering pause in Armandoâs voice, his eyes slam shut tight. You donât know what to make of this, one second he hates you and the next he cares if youâre dead or not. Armando is a mystery youâre too tired to decode.
You jerk from his grasps once more and this shocks his eyes back open.
âAre you done?â You manage to say.
Armando licks his lips, slowly releasing you from his grasp.
âIâm done,â he says, backing away from you.
You hold onto the steel table for support, the scorch of his touch slowly fleeting.
You hear the steel door crack open and turn to watch him leave, but heâs halted at the precipice, âOne last thing, stay in the chair next time. Itâs where you belong.â
With that he leaves, the steel door slamming shut and your confidence crumbling down.
You tried your hardest to not let Armando affect you, but he does. His words cut you deeper than Ramosâs knife. Maybe he was right, maybe you should just stay in the chair. But what if there was another time they needed you in the field? Could you just say no without feeling immense guilt? Probably not.
So when you write your resignation and leave it on your desk and walk away from the compound, you do it because you canât stand to see the people you care about get hurt, all because youâre not a good enough cop.
###
âOkay, seriously! Are you really going to be that stupid and go back into the house where you know the killer is! Come on Noah!â You shout at your television screen.
Itâs been a week since you put in your resignation and the amount of discourse behind it has resulted in you shutting off your phone and locking yourself inside, watching shitty horror movies to pass the time.
Because if you step foot outside, youâll be mobbed by friends from the department and your friends from AMMO who, to say the least, werenât happy about your resignation.
All but one.
Not that he mattered anyway.
They all hated that you quit, saying you needed to come back immediately and talk this out. But you couldnât.
How could you face them when you were such a coward and created all that chaos? They worked so hard to save lives and keep order and you did nothing but fuck shit up.
It was time to jump ship before someone else got hurt in the crossfires of your neglect.
The thought pushes you deeper into your plush green couch that sits far back into your home, well renovated garage. But hey, Miami is expensive, and this place was renting out, so you just renovated it. A little love all around and it became an actual home.
You let loose a small smile looking around, the walls, once bare and industrial, now are splattered with a lively palette of bright yellows, deep blues, and playful greens. They are decorated with framed posters of all the things you love: vintage video games, classic sci-fi movies, and beloved comic book covers, each one a nod to your past. Strings of fairy lights crisscross the ceiling, casting a soft, whimsical glow that contrasts beautifully with your high-gear equipment scattered throughout.
Your floor is a patchwork of colorful rugs, each with its own story. Some are intricately patterned, those are the ones your parents gifted you, while others are simple yet bold, adding a splash of color to the room. Together, they might be your favorite part of the whole place, just because they keep your bare feet warm on lazy nights like these.
In one corner, a plush, oversized bean bag chair sits next to a low coffee table cluttered with all your retro memorabilia â old gaming cartridges, Rubik's cubes, and a couple of well-worn graphic novels.
The heart of your home garage is the tech haven. Your large, custom-built desk stretches along one wall, supporting your impressive army of monitors in various sizes. High-end computers hum quietly, their cases glowing with neon lights. Cables and wires, though numerous, are neatly organized, snaking their way through the room in an orderly fashion.
Shelves above and around the desk hold a treasure trove of tech gadgets and components â everything from VR headsets and drones to soldering kits and spare parts. A 3D printer sits in a place of honor, its latest creation still cooling on the print bed.
Your home made you feel complete, but still after you quit you do feel a little empty. You miss the small talks at work, the laughter, the bickering, the teasing. It just wasnât the same alone. But again, it was for the best, because if there is one thing you knowâkeeping your family safe is the most important thing, above all.
And youâd hate to be their reckoning.
Flipping open your laptop you continue to scroll through your job search.
âWhat do you think, Chester?â You say to your golden retriever. âTech support job? Or maybe we go dark and get into hacking for higher companies.â
Chester whines, fidgeting in his spot next to you.
âYouâre right, no going bad. Tech support it is.â Chester rummages around a bit more before springing over your coach, darting towards the door. âHey, I can work from home with this one!â You say.
Chesterâs barks ring out, bouncing off the walls relentlessly.
You stand and make your way over to whatâs got him so riled up. At the door, you bend down and pet him, still doing nothing to soothe his barks.
âChessy, whatâs wrong, huh?â You grab his collar, pulling him towards the door and opening it.
You stick both your heads out the door, turning them left and right, the only thing you see and hear is darkness and the bad storm slamming outside. You pull back inside and Chester sticks to you like glue. âSee, nothing to worry about.â You squat down to love on your dog, who's growling like crazy right now. âWe arenât like Noah, we donât go into scary houses for fun. Weâre safe here, Ramos is gone. â You pat his head, but that only makes him bark more.
âChester, enough already.â you stand, moving towards the kitchen and getting yourself a glass out of the cabinet, flicking on the sink, and filling it with water.
Your just about to take a sip when a loud crack of lighting explodes, illuminating your dark house, revealing a cloaked figure behind you.
You scream and drop your cup, shards exploding on the ground around your feet. Chester is in a full on frenzy right now, and rightfully so. Could this be Ramosâs men, did he send them to finish you off?
âYouâre one crazy bitch, you know that?â
âLook at me, baby. I like my victims to look at me before they die.â
You scrape at your neck, the tender bruise making you hiss as if the pressure of Ramos choking you has never left.
The figure steps forward and you screech, ripping a butcher knife from your kitchen sink, and pointing it at them.
âBack the fuck up!â You scream. âIâm a fucking cop!â You take wobbly steps back, watching Chester go up the figure and sniff themâŚthen roll over?
Chester by no means is an aggressive dog, but he loves you, and if he sensed you were in danger heâd protect you with his life. So when he begins to receive pets from the intruder, you lower your knife.
âKelly?â You say, she knows Chester, youâve brought him to the compound many times before, but sheâs the only one on your team who has a key to your place.
The figure doesnât answer, they just move over to the corner of the kitchen, flipping on the light.
Your shoulders drop the moment you see his thick beard and warm-brown skin peeking from underneath his black hoodie.
Armando.
âHow the fuck did you get in?â You cross your arms over your chest.
Armando shrugs off his jacket, tossing it onto your kitchen stools. âItâs not exactly a place with state of the art security.â
âI could have killed you, Chester too.â
Armando snickers. âYou and your pooch wouldnât have done a thing.â
You grumble, crossing the kitchen landscape and moving towards the coaches. âWhat do you want, you're interrupting my movie night.â
Armando follows, hot on your trail. âI can see that. By the way, is that hello kitty on your pajamas?â
You look down and groan. Of course youâd be wearing something totally embarrassing when your least favorite ex-coworker breaks into your house.
âStop switching the subject. Why are you here?â
Armando rustles in his pocket before pulling out a paper and shoving it into your hands.
Youâre careful to unfold it because there is rain damage from the storm, but when you get it open, despite the smooshed ink on the page, you see itâs your resignation letter.
âOkay, and?â You shrug.
âOkay, and, take it back.â He says.
You chuckle. âYouâre joking, right. Like you have to be joking.â
Armandoâs face is straight. âIâm not.â
You plop down on your couch. âIâm not taking it back, I'm already looking at different jobs.â
A scoff leaves his lips. âSo thatâs it, eh? Youâre just going to run away.â
You close your eyes and let out a deep sigh. âWeren't you the one who told me I should quit?â
âI never said that. I said you needed to stay in the chair, and still, you did the opposite of that.â He says.
You stand. âWhatâs the point of saying Iâm a cop, if I donât actually save people. You said that entire night was on me, so I backed away from the situation and now youâre mad?â
Armando sits quietly for a moment, tapping his leg against the ground. âI never said quit.â
âIt doesnât matter what you said. I did what I felt I needed to do.â
Armando scoffs, turning in his seat. âYeah I can see that, real egoĂsta if you ask me.â
You stand, marching over towards the kitchen. âYou know I have no clue what youâre saying.â
Armando turns, follows you, taking a seat at the bar. And before you know it, just like that compound before, you're caged between his legs.
âI called you selfish.â
You let out a gasp. âHow the hell am I selfish?â
âBecause you left the team!â
âI left the team to keep everyone safe! Not because Iâm selfish!â
âWe're safe! And weâll be safer knowing that youâre safe, too, especially with some of Ramosâs associates still out there! Iâwe need to keep tabs on you.â
You stumble back. âWhat?â You swallow. âAre you telling me my life is in danger? That Ramos will send people after me?â
âItâs a possibility weâre considering,â Armando says, his eyes never leaving you as you sit across from him. âBut if you come back to work we can keep you safe.â
âAnd whatâs to say they wonât come for me any other time?â You croak. âBeing in that compound doesnât guarantee my safety.â
Armando rubs a slow hand over his face. âBut I can.â He says, hardly above a whisper.
âYou. Protect me?â
âWhy is that so far-fetched?â He says.
âArmando, you hate me.â
âYou keep putting words in my mouth, princesa, and I donât like it.â
âIâm not putting words in your mouth. Itâs just, actions speak louder.â You shrug. âEver since you got into AMMO, weâve been the least close out of everybody. No matter how hard I tried, we just never connected. So yes, Iâm sorry if I find you putting yourself on the line for me, unprovoked, a little hard to believe.â
Armando stands, his frame opposing against yours. He lifts his shirt and you hiss at what you see. Bandages, dried blood, and purple bruises litter his torso.
You look away but he catches your chin with his thumb, pulling your attention back to him.
âI wouldnât put myself on the line for you,â he said, pulling his shirt back down. âI already fucking did.â
âI never asked you too.â You mutter, looking away ashamed that you caused that.
âYou didnât have to.â He sighs. âI couldnât stand to see you get hurt.â
âWhat?â You turn, slow tears building, blurring your vision now.
âI didnât want you to go out there because, as much as I try to hide it, I care about you.â Armando says, hot brown eyes melting into you.
You blink, stalling and stepping back. ArmandoâŚcares about you? Those two things shouldnât even be in conjunction and your brain canât process that they are.
The man in front of you has never been anything but harsh towards you, now he comes to your home in the middle of the night begging you to come back to work and confessing his feelings for you.
You truly must be dreamingâŚthis canât be real. Not that youâd be mad if it was. Despite all your bickering and misunderstandings, you still held a soft spot for Armando. You could see he was trying to be a better person, a more open person, regardless of his flaws.
And there were moments when he was kind to you, like opening doors for you, walking side by side with you to your car late at night, never forgetting to get your lunch along with the teams if you couldnât make it. You knew he had a nice side to him and thatâs why you showed him yours time and time again. Showed him it was okay to be vulnerable, but now he is, truly is, and you canât even compute it.
âWhy would you say something like that?â You swallow, something weird stirring inside of you, making you step closer towards him.
Armando does the same, closing the gap between you two. âSay what, princesa? The truth.â
You donât mean to, but you whimper as the nickname leaves his lips. You look down, heat flushing in your cheeks. âPlease donât call me that.â
Armando scoops your chin with his index finger, your eyes latching and twinkling under the soft glow of your house's lights. âÂżPor quĂŠ? no puedo manejarlo.â
âNo.â You breath, studying every bridge and sharp angle of his face. This close, his beauty is unbelievable.
Armandoâs thick, kept beard, is just as dark as his hair. His brown eyes are surrounded by a shade of full lashes, and his plump pink lips, glistening in the soft light. Armando Aretas was hard to resist and thatâs why you feel yourself falling closer into him.
Like your mind is on autopilot, your hands fall to his chest, resting there and feeling every muscle heâs worked so hard for.
âI can see that.â Armando smirks. âI can also see that you care for me, too.â
âIâ,â
âWant me to show you how I know?â He whispers, lips touching your ear and making you gasp.
You nod. There was no point in resisting him at that moment. Not that you wanted to either.
In one swift motion, Armando bends down and then you're airborne. His hands rest underneath your thighs as he carries you to your bedroom.
Walking over, your eyes never leave each other. You open your mouth to speak as a thought holds you captive.
âIs this why you said all those mean things? To discourage me because you didnât want me to get hurt?â You ask, caressing his face in your hands.
Armando leans into the touch, nodding his head just as you two pass through the door of your bedroom.
He sets you down gently and you cling your arms around his neck.
âWhy didnât you just tell me that?â You ask.
Armandoâs hands encircle your waist as he sighs. âI didnât know how. I was just so angry that theyâd even ask you to do something like that anyway.â
âAnd you were angry because you liked me?â
Armando nods.
âAnd when I was pretending to be JennaâŚwere you acting then, too?â
Armando chuckles, biting his lip, you look away to keep from melting. âYou mean when I smacked your ass? I might have taken advantage of the situation then.â
You hit his chest and laugh. âI canât believe you. Thatâs a violation!â
Armando leans in close. âIâd be happy to violate you some more, princesa.â
You chuckle lightly and wither out of his grip, taking a seat on the bed.
Armando frowns, sitting next to you. âWhatâs wrong? Was it something I saâ,â
âNo. Itâs fine. Itâs justâŚIâve never actually been with anyone before.â
Armando stills. âOh. I was just joking with you,â he stands. âI can leave.â
Quickly, you grab his wrist, pulling him back. âNo. I donât want you to.â You stand, taking his face in your hands and pulling him close. His lips are inches from yours and you can feel his nose brush against yours. âI want you to show me, just like you said.â You moan, placing your lips onto his.
Armando shutters, placing a hand on the nape of your neck. He opens his mouth, swiping his tongue over the bottom of your lips, asking for entry. You oblige and he slips inside, turning the kiss hot and fierce.
Armando swallows every moan you release, gripping your hips and pushing you back against the bed, his weight gently hovering on top of you.
He uses his legs, he spreads you open, you gasp at the motion allowing him access to your neck.
Like a man starving, Armando attacks your neck with hot-trailed kisses, lingering sucks and suckles, and licks that drive you wild, the heat between your legs pulsing now with desire.
âFuck,â you gasps and he palms over one of your breasts, sucking on the tender spot beneath your ear.
âTe gusta ese, bebe?â Armando whispers against your skin.
You shake your head âYes.â You whimper.
Armando leans back, pulling at your top. âLetâs get this off of you, eh?â
You sit up just enough, allowing him access to pull the fabric off of you.
In a flash he peels your shirt off of you, leaving you bare in front of him.
Impulse has you covering yourself, but Armando reaches out, slowly moving your arms away from your chest.
âDonât hide from me, mama.â He says, eyes darkening when he finally has a full view of your boobs.
âMierda, youâre so beautiful baby.â He moans.
You shutter as he talks one breast in his hands, rubbing circles with it, while the other he latches his plump lips onto, sucking at your nipples.
The sensation causes your head to snap back and a deep, repressed moan to fly from your lips. Armando was doing the lords work with both his hand and tongue.
You squirm, squeezing your legs together and stimulating your spot, making your pants leak with want.
You had never had to opportunity to be with a man before, but in this moment you wanted nothing more than to fuck Armando.
âFuck me,â you moan out. âPlease.â
Armando chuckles, the sensation against your nipple makes you hiss. âEstĂĄs tan impaciente, princesa.â He smacks your ass. âBut eh, if thatâs what you want, thatâs what youâll get.â He smirks, pushing you down against the bed.
He hovers on top, snatching his shirt off. All of his rippling muscles on display before you. You bite your lip at the site, hoping to see more and soon.
âIf you want me to fuck you, will have to get rid of these, no?â He pulls at the strings of your pajama bottoms.
You nod, eager to have him inside of you.
In a blur, Armando pulls off your pants, tossing them to the side.
If you thought you saw darkness in his eyes when he saw your boobs, the look he has now is nothing in comparison. His eyes are nearly pitch black as he takes in what is soon to be his.
Armando spreads open your legs, hissing once he gets a glimpse at your glistening cunt.
You moan just at the thought of bearing it all in front of him.
âGod, fuck.â He says, pulling down his pants and revealing a surprise of his own that makes you gasp.
Though covered in boxers, you can see just what he was working with. And to say the least, he was huge, and thick.
âCome here, baby.â He moans, pulling you by your thighs to the edge of the bed. âLet me taste you.â He says.
You watch as Armandoâs head lowers between your legs and the second his mouth touches your pussy, you fell back into the bed.
His mouth makes quick work of you, versing between sucking on your clit and licking your slit in a rhythm that builds a euphoria inside your gut.
The force of his tongue against your pussy and the pressure of his lips wrapped around your swollen clit has your back arching and screaming out.
Your toys had nothing on Armando.
âPlease,â you whimper and try to squirm, but Armando holds you in place, slapping your ass twice as hard as a repercussion.
With each pass of his tongue, circling arcs on your pussy you can feel yourself climbing to the edge. Armando must feel it too because he puts the cherry on top when he sinks a thick finger inside of you.
âOh myâugh!â
Youâre a whimpering, whining mess. The sheets beneath you turning a new shade of green as you soak them with your slick.
Armando adds another finger in for good measure only adding to the build up in your stomach. Each pump, suck, and lick causes a buckle to snap inside of you and a high only the man eating you out right now can give you is climbing.
You reach higher, and higher. Your orgasm just around the bend.
One last pump and suck, and you come undone, all over Armandoâs face.
Armando comes back up from the floor, crawling over top of you. With the little moonlight that shines into your bedroom you can see yourself covering his beard, droplets of cum covering most of it.
âTaste yourself for me.â He growls, lowering his lips into yours.
You latch on and a sweet, yet neutral, flavor slips onto your lips as you and Armando kiss in a harmonious rhythm.
You never let go from his grasps as your hand travels down. You grab a hold of his massive, bulging cock.
Armando hisses and whimpers as you begins to stroke it with a various pressures: soft, hard, slow, the soft again. He shutters above you, his faces desperate and pleading.
âYouâll make me come like that.â He breaths, gripping your hands. âI thought you were a virgin?â
âI am,â you hiss, still squirming. âBut I think itâs a bullshit construct. Iâm still highly sexual,â you say, pulling at his cock, bringing it forth. âAnd I want to be highly sexual with you.â
Armando bites his lips, pulling you into his lap. âEres un problema, princesa.â
âI know,â you say, kissing him once more.
You rock back and forth, feeling his cock press against your needing pussy. The pressure making you both shake in anticipation.
Armando breaks the kiss. âDo you have a condom?â
You shake your head. âNo, but Iâm on birth control.â
He nods. âGood, youâre going to need it.â
He flips you over so that he is on top. Finally, he reaches down and slips out of his boxers, his cock, thick, long and full, springs to life and you canât help but moan. Your pussy is aching with the need to be filled.
Armando spreads your legs open, angling the tip of his cock with your pussyâs pulsing entrance.
âAre you sure about this, baby?â He asks.
âIâm sure. Now fuck me, please.â
Armando obeys, slowly slipping his cock inside of you.
You hiss at the burning, stretching pain, digging your nails into his back as he pushes in, your pussy swallowing him inch by inch.
âMm,â you croak.
Armando stops. âAre you okay?â He shakes
You grip at his ass, forcing him inside deeper, despite the burn youâre desperate to feel all of him. âDonât stop.â You moan. âPlease keep going.â
Armando pushes in further and deeper, tearing you open, until youâre fully stretched and heâs reached the depths of your ocean.
You two stay still for a moment, him allowing you time to adjust to the new stretching sensation and his size.
You lean up to kiss him. He deepens it, molding his mouth to yours, before slowly moving.
You moan, holding onto him as he picks up the pace, thrusting into you faster.
You can feel the pain melting into pleasure the more he pounds into you.
Harder and faster you begin to feel yourself loose control, your euphoria coming to hit its second peak.
âFuck me, ugh! Please, Armando!â You shot, lifting your legs, granting him deeper access.
Armando grips the tiny mound between your hip and leg, using it as leverage to drive his thick cock deeper into your soaking wet pussy.
Animalistic groans leave his lips as he drives into you at an unholy pace. The sounds of skin slapping and drawn out, breathy moans fill the room, reaching a devilish peak when you scream out, coming and pulsing around his cock.
Armando follows you not shortly after, his dick pulsing and pumping his spillage into you.
He rolls off of you, taking you in his arms and placing a sweaty kiss on your forehead.
âLetâs get you cleaned up.â He murmurs on your forehead.
âOkay.â You smile, your legs sore and your middle aching.
Armando lifts you up bridal-style and carries you into the bathroom.
Soon youâre surrounded by steam and soap as you two bathe each other down.
Showered, you two snuggle in bed, a burning question still at the forefront of your mind.
âArmando?â You say.
âHm,â he is hardly awake at this point.
âWhen did you realize you cared about me?â You ask, angling your head to head to get a good look at him.
Armando chuckles, stroking your curls you have yet to put in a bonnet. âI think I always did. I was just scared.â
âScared? Of what?â
âMaybe that you wouldnât see me the way i see you.â He sighs. âI see only the good in you, and maybe that makes me a blind man, but Iâm certain youâre a woman who can see through facades, and you wouldnât see any goodness in me.â
You sit up. âThatâs not true. Armando, of course youâve done terrible things, but thatâs not what I see when I look at you.â
Armando takes a hold of your bandaged hand, placing a small kiss on the palm. âSo what do you see?â
âNow? I just see you, and all the tiny little good things that I love.â
A small smile graces Armandoâs face before he leans in, kissing you softly. You sigh against his lips, not wanting this moment to end.
Though you two had some struggles, you wouldnât have this pairing any other way.
You just wished youâd checked your blind spot early to see all the little signs you were missing.
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Perspective's Sentence Starters; The Tortured Poets Department by Taylor Swift (Part II)
GUILTY AS SIN?
I hadn't heard it in a while.
My boredom's bone deep.
This cage was once just fine.
Am I allowed to cry?
I dream of cracking locks.
Crashing into him tonight, he's a paradox.
I'm seeing visions.
Am I bad, or mad, or wise?
What if he's written "Mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?
Oh, what a way to die.
I keep recalling things we never did.
Without ever touching his skin, how can I be guilty as sin?
There's no such thing as bad thoughts, only your actions talk.
We've already done it in my head.
Why does it feel like a vow we'll both uphold somehow?
What if I roll the stone away?
They're gonna crucify me anyway
What if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?
They don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly.
I choose you and me, religiously.
WHO'S AFRAID OF LITTLE OLD ME?
You donât get to tell me about sad.
If you wanted me dead you shouldâve just said.
Nothing makes me feel more alive.
Whoâs afraid of little old me?
You donât get to tell me you feel bad.
Is it a wonder I broke?
Letâs hear one morĐľ joke.
Then we could all just laugh until I cry.
I was tame, I was gentle till the circus life made me mean.
Donât you worry folks, we took out all her teeth.
So tell me everything is not about me, but what if it is?
Say they didnât do it to hurt me, but what if they did?
I wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me.
You wouldnât last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.
All you kids can sneak into my house with all the cobwebs.
Iâm always drunk on my own tears, isnât that what they all said?
Iâll sue you if you step on my lawn.
Iâm fearsome, and Iâm wretched and Iâm wrong.
Put narcotics into all of my songs and thatâs why youâre still singing along.
You lured me and you hurt me and you taught me.
You caged me and then you called me crazy.
I am what I am 'cause you trained me.
I CAN FIX HIM (NO REALLY I CAN)
The smoke cloud billows out his mouth like a freight train through a small town.
The jokes that he told across the bar were revolting and far too loud.
God, help her.
I told them he's my man
I can fix him, no, really, I can.
The dopamine races through his brain on a six-lane Texas highway.
His hands so calloused from his pistol softly traces hearts on my face.
I could see it from a mile away.
A perfect case for my certain skill set.
He had a halo of the highest gradĐľ.
He just hadn't met me yĐľt.
Good boy, that's right.
Come close.
I'll show you Heaven if you'll be an angel, all mine.
Trust me, I can handle me a dangerous man.
LOML
Who's gonna stop us from waltzing back into rekindled flames?
We were just kids, babe.
I don't mind, it takes time.
I thought I was better safe than starry-eyed.
I felt a glow like this, never before and never since.
If you know it in one glimpse, it's legendary.
You said I'm the love of your life.
You took me to hell too.
A con man sells a fool a "get love quick" scheme.
I felt a hole like this, never before and ever since.
What we thought was for all time was momentary.
Mr. Steal-Your-Girl, then make her cry.
You shit-talked me under the table.
I wish I could unrecall how we almost had it all.
It was legendary.
It was momentary.
It was unnecessary.
Should've let it stay buried.
What a valiant roar.
What a bland goodbye.
The coward claimed he was a lion.
I'm combing through the braids of lies.
Our field of dreams engulfed in fire.
I'll still see until I die.
You're the loss of my life.
I CAN DO IT WITH A BROKEN HEART
I can read your mind.
She's having the time of her life.
I can show you lies.
I'm a real tough kid.
I can handle my shit.
They said, "Babe, you gotta fake it till you make it" And I did.
Lights, camera, bitch, smile.
He said he'd love me all his life.
All the piĐľces of me shatterĐľd as the crowd was chanting "More".
I was grinnin' like I'm winnin'.
I can do it with a broken heart.
I'm so depressed, I act like it's my birthday every day.
I'm so obsessed with him, but he avoids me like the plague.
I cry a lot, but I am so productive, it's an art.
You know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart.
I can hold my breath.
I've been doing it since he left.
I keep finding his things in drawers.
I didn't imagine the whole thing.
'Cause I'm miserable and nobody even knows.
THE SMALLEST MAN WHO EVER LIVED
Was any of it true?
Who the fuck was that guy?.
Now you know what it feels like
I don't even want you back.
I don't miss what we had.
Could someone give a message to the smallest man who ever lived?
You didn't measure up in any measurĐľ of a man
Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?
Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?
Were you writing a book?
Were you a sleeper cell spy?
In fifty years will all this be declassified?
You'll confess why you did it and I'll say, "Good riddance".
It wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden.
I would've died for your sins, instead I just died inside.
You deserve prison, but you won't get time.
You said normal girls were "boring", but you were gone by the morning.
You kicked out the stage lights, but you're still performing.
You are what you did.
I'll forget you, but I'll never forgive.
THE ALCHEMY
This happens once every few lifetimes.
These chemicals hit me like white wine.
What if I told you I'm back?
The hospital was a drag.
Worst sleep that I ever had.
I circled you on a map.
I haven't come around in so long.
I'm coming back so strong.
Ditch the clowns, get the crown.
Baby, I'm the one to be.
The sign on your heart said it's still reserved for me.
Honestly, who are we to fight thĐľ alchemy?.
Hey, you, what if I told you we'rĐľ cool?
That child's play back in school is forgiven under my rule.
I'm making a comeback to where I belong
We've been on a winning streak.
There was no chance trying to be the greatest in the league.
He just comes, running over to me.
CLARA BOW
All your life, did you know, you'd be pickedâ
likeâ
a rose?
I'm notâ
trying to exaggerate, but I think Iâ
might die if it happened to me.
No one in my small town thought I'd see the lights of Manhattan.
This town is fake but you're the real thing.
Take the glory, give everything.
Promise to be dazzling.
The crowd goes wild at her fingertips.
No one in my small town thought I'd meet these suits in LA.
You're the real queen.
You're the new god we're worshipping.
Beauty is a beast that roars down on all fours demanding more.
Only when your girlish glow flickers just so.
It's hell on earth to be heavenly.
Them's the brakes, they don't come gently.
You've got edge, she never did.
The future's bright, dazzling.
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Scorpion Battle Anthem (The Crossroads Diss)
Featuring Akari "Cinder" Himura of @katsushika-division
Bring The Beat!
[Scorpion Den:]
(1, 2, 3)
[Sumire:]
If itâs war you want then itâs war youâre gonna get
[Scorpion Den:]
(1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7)
[Sumire:]
Weâre gonna drag you down to hell
[Scorpion Den:]
(1, 2, 3)
[Sumire:]
Run back to your Father, itâll be your last farewell
Youâve made a terrible mistake
[Scorpion Den:]
Scorpion Den is gonna make you break!
[Sumire:]
Now whatâs this that I see?
Itâs dumb bitch Juu stepping up to me
Some people just donât know when to quit
Oh well, itâll be fun seeing you submit
[Yosuke:]
Chimaki, Iâve seen bacteria more scary than you
Youâre nothing compared to what Iâve been through
Just another tiny drop of water in a sea of fools
Why donât you go fuck yourself with your own tools
[Miyabi:]
Poor little kitty, Kahoriâs grasping at straws
Let me show you what I can do with my own claws
Donât make me laugh, this bitch thinks sheâs a cat!
How pathetic, youâre really nothing more than a rat
[Akari:]
Ha! Well ainât this fucking amusing?!
Godâs little mistakes are definitely losing
Manobu will be nothing but ash when Iâm though
And donât think Iâll forget your little brother too
[Zoya:]
You already lost ever since this battle began
And yeah, Iâm talking to you, old man
Ippeiâs gone thinking that heâs a god
But heâs only a false prophet wearing a facade
[Janine:]
Tora, let me tell you something about love
Since itâs obvious you have a severe lack thereof
Your âloveâ lied to you, left you to misguide
It long since died
[Trickster:]
Watch who youâre talkin' to
Pint-size little shit!
Think you can stop me?
You're still suckinâ on your brotherâs tit!
[Sumire:]
You heard it here first
Be prepared to face our worst
The Crossroads will be condemned
And no God will save them
[Scorpion Den:]
24/7!
Crossroads, mess with us and youâre going to fucking lose!
24/7!
Youâre nothing but toys to break and amuse!
[Sumire:]
The will of God?
[Scorpion Den:]
Pitiful! Pitiful!
[Sumire:]
Canât beat our squad
[Scorpion Den:]
This fight is in our odds!
You can try to beat us down
But our rebellion will always be around!
24/7!
Weâre the Scorpions, our sting is deadly and weâre quick to strike!
24/7!
Weâll stick your Fatherâs head on a fucking pike!
[Sumire:]
Weâre way past the point of a warning
The Churchâs gonna be in some serious mourning
[Scorpion Den:]
Damn right!
We say âscrew your rules!â
You canât beat us
Youâre just a dumb pack of mules!
(1, 2, 3)
[Sumire:]
If itâs war you want then itâs war youâre gonna get
[Scorpion Den:]
(1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7)
[Sumire:]
Weâre gonna drag you down to hell
[Scorpion Den:]
(1, 2, 3)
[Sumire:]
Run back to your Father, itâll be your last farewell
Youâve made a terrible mistake
[Scorpion Den:]
Scorpion Den is gonna make you break!
[Sumire:]
It's sad, Juu, watching your attempts at "revenge"
At this rate, your parents will never be avenged
How sweet it was, listening to their screams and cries
And I'll make sure you'll meet the same demise
[Yosuke:]
"Dr. Saw" is just a cheap knock off
Call yourself a real doctor? I can only scoff
You're nothing more than a freak with a blood fetish
And I'll be glad to make your life more hellish
[Miyabi:]
Like an insignificant ant I can crush under my heel
Why don't you be a good kitten, Nyan, and kneel
I'll give you a real reason to go mental
Bad girls get punished and I won't be gentle
[Akari:]
Did you come up with that with your pea size brain?
Shut the fuck up, "Am", and stay in your lane
âDie!"
Ain't no comparison, we all know it's true
That I got way more bigger balls than you
[Zoya:]
Hey "Scientist", don't you feel even a little bad?
A man your age living in a delusion is just sad
You preach on and on about reaching divinity
But I bet 20 bucks that you haven't lost your virginity
[Janine:]
Cassiopeia has the gall to talk about beauty
But all she does is come across as snooty
All she thinks is about her Father in her head
I wonder, does she spread her legs for him in bed?
[Trickster:]
Hey! Hey! It's the wannabe thug!
Can't take "I" seriously with his ugly mug
I'll feed him and his brother to the hounds
I wonder how "Kita Stew" will sound?
[Sumire:]
We'll show you how true pain feels
Maybe then you'll find out God isn't real
The Crossroads, listen to me loud and clear
Scorpion Den are the only demons you should fear
[Scorpion Den:]
24/7!
Crossroads, mess with us and youâre going to fucking lose!
24/7!
Youâre nothing but toys to break and amuse!
[Sumire:]
The will of God?
[Scorpion Den:]
Pitiful! Pitiful!
[Sumire:]
Canât beat our squad
[Scorpion Den:]
This fight is in our odds!
You can try to beat us down
But our rebellion will always be around!
24/7!
Weâre the Scorpions, our sting is deadly and weâre quick to strike!
24/7!
Weâll stick your Fatherâs head on a fucking pike!
[Sumire:]
Weâre way past the point of a warning
The Churchâs gonna be in some serious mourning
[Scorpion Den:]
Damn right!
We say âscrew your rules!â
You canât beat us
Youâre just a dumb pack of mules!
(1, 2, 3)
[Sumire:]
If itâs war you want then itâs war youâre gonna get
[Scorpion Den:]
(1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7)
[Sumire:]
Weâre gonna drag you down to hell
[Scorpion Den:]
(1, 2, 3)
[Sumire:]
Run back to your Father, itâll be your last farewell
Youâve made a terrible mistake
[Scorpion Den:]
Scorpion Den is gonna make you break!
đ
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RW: Accident - Carlisle Cullen
(A/N) Why does it sometimes escalate like that? Geez...I was certainly not planing on writing four pages for this request, yet here we are. I hope you like it!
Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x Reader
Warnings: dead parents (already happened), car accident
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I cringed at the squeaking sound the breaks of my old car made as we came to a stop. I really had to get it checked out soon.
Movement on the passenger side drew my attention and I turned to look at my little sister. She had grabbed her backpack and her right hand was already on the door handle, ready to jump out. I rolled my eyes at her readiness to get out of my car.
âHave a good day at school, Y/S/N.â She grinned and jumped out, but before she closed the door, she turned back to look at me.
âAre you going to pick me up again?â I shook my head.
âNo, Amyâs mom is going to bring you home.â She groaned, before a wicked grin spread across her lips.
âAre you busy with a certain doctor?â She wiggled her eyebrows, making me laugh.
âI may be. But that, is none of your business.â She rolled her eyes but smiled before she closed the door and started to walk to the entrance of the school.
I quickly rolled down my window.
âI love you!â Y/S/N turned around and flipped me off, making me chuckle. I quickly returned the gesture, knowing that our mom would beat me bloody if she saw me encouraging that kind of behavior. God have mercy on her.
I stayed in the car until Y/S/N entered the school, before I put the car in reverse and drove off. While driving I wondered what I was supposed to do for the few hours before Carlisleâs shift ended. I could go home and text him to pick me up on his way homeâŚor I could go into the city and grab a coffee. None of those options sounded good to me, so I decided to drive around for a bit.
But even that became boring quickly.
MusicâŚI need music.
I started to fiddle with the radio, which wasnât working, as usual, until I heard a loud beep. My head snapped up and I saw two deer standing on the road, blocking traffic from both sides. The driver of the car that was standing on the other lane was waving his arm out of his window trying to catch my attention.
I quickly stepped onto the breaks but nothing happened. I felt panic spread through me as I tried again and again. Still, the car wouldnât slow down. Only moments before I wouldâve hit the deer, I pulled the stirring wheel to the right and crashed into the crash barrier.
Thankfully, at least the air bags were working. But as my head crashed against the bag, I felt a sharp pain on my forehead and blood started trickling down my face.
I pulled back from the bag with a groan and leaned back against the seat. Raising both my arms, I checked for injuries and noticed that my right wrist was bend at a weird angle. Great. A broken wrist. I donât think Iâve ever been so glad for adrenaline flowing through my body.
Knocks on the window to my left caught my attention and I looked over. It was one of the other drivers. He tried to open the door but failed. My dad had drilled it into my head to always lock the doors when Iâm in the car alone, even while Iâm driving. Carlisle hated that habit, but I hadnât managed to break it yet. After today, I definitely would.
With my intact hand, I flipped the lock, and the man pulled the door open.
âAre you okay?â I nodded.
âNothing too seriousâŚI think.â The man sighed in relief and turned around, looking at the other cars.
âIâve already called an ambulance, they should be here in a bit.â I smiled and thanked him, following his eyes as he looked around the wreck that was once a car. YeahâŚit was broken beyond repair.
The next thirty minutes passed in a blur.
The ambulance arrived and I was loaded into it. They wanted to bring me to a different hospital, but I convinced them to take me to the one where Carlisle was working. And mentally, I was already preparing myself for his lecture. He had offered countless times to buy me a new car, saying that mine would surely be the death of me. But I had always declined.
I was pulled out of my thoughts when the ambulance came to a halt and the doors opened. The stretcher I was on was pulled out and they started wheeling me into the hospital through the emergency entrance.
And of course, Carlisle was the closest doctor.
âY/N?â His eyes widened with worry, and he was by my side within a millisecond. He looked me up and down with trained eyes, probably not even listening to the paramedics. As soon as they stopped speaking, Carlisle nodded and thanked them, before he, along with two nurses transferred me to another stretcher and wheeled me into an examination room.
My boyfriend started to work in silence, only occasionally speaking with the nurses until my wrist was in a cast and all that was left was to stich up the wound on my forehead.
âThank you. Iâll take care of the stitching, you two can leave.â The nurses nodded and quickly waved at me before they left the room. Most of the people working in the hospital knew me by now.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Carlisle turned to me with a, on one hand worried, on the other hand mad, glare.
âWhat happened?â Oh boyâŚIâm going to be in soooo much trouble.
âWellâŚthere were deer on the road and my breaks failed.â His eyes widened before his glare returned. I could feel the anger radiating off of him and even though he was really, really angry, I knew that the anger wasnât directed at me. At least not entirely. It was also directed at himself, which made me feel bad.
With soft hands, he pulled me into a sitting position and to the edge of the bed, making it easier for him to reach me.
He started working in silence, careful to hurt me as little as possible, which didnât really work. By the second stitch, my left hand was balled into a fist, grabbing onto his coat. A small smile tugged on the corners of his mouth as he noticed it, but he quickly returned to his mad self.
After five more stitches, he was done, quickly disinfected everything and put a large band aid over the sutures. He helped me to lay down before he cleaned up after himself. As soon as he was done with that, he pulled a chair close to the bed and sat down. He mustered me with a frown before he sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. As he looked back at me, I noticed the worry in his eyes. I stretched my left hand towards him and without hesitation, he got to his feet, stripped off his coat and shoes and crawled into bed, laying down on top of me.
His arms wrapped themselves around my waist, while his head laid on my chest, his right ear right above my heart. With a sigh, he closed his eyes, listening to my beating heart while I played with his hair, trying to calm him down.
We spend an hour like this before he slowly sat up and looked at me.
âAre you okay?â I nodded with a smile and reached out to him, cradling his cheek in my hand. He pushed against it and covered my hand with his own, making me smile even more.
âIâm going to buy you a new car and-â I opened my mouth to object, but he held his hand up before a single sound could leave my lips.
âNo. No objections. You are going to accept it and I swear to god if you have another accident, Iâm never going to let you in front of a stirring wheel again.â I shut my mouth, knowing that he wouldnât accept any objections on my part. Instead, I just nodded.
âOkay.â His eyes found mine and the anger he was holding onto was gone.
âIâŚI canât lose you, Y/N. You have to understand that.â His voice broke and I felt a sharp pain in my heart. I nodded again.
âI knowâŚIâm sorry Carlisle.â With a nod he got up from the bed and put his shoes and coat back on.
âWait here. Iâll clock out and then weâre going home.â He didnât wait for an answer before he left the room and closed the door behind himself.
It only took him a few minutes before he reentered the room, now dressed in casual clothes. WellâŚas casual as it could get with him. Sometimes I got the feeling that he would prefer to wear a suit 24/7. His voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
âThe others wanted to keep you here overnight in case you have a concussion, but I convinced them to let you go under the condition that youâre going to stay at my place tonight.â My eyebrows pinched together but I immediately relaxed them after feeling a sharp pain from the wound on my forehead.
âI have to go home, Carlisle. Y/S/N is being brought home by Amyâs mom and I have to make her dinner and make sure she does her homework.â Since our parents died, Iâve been taking care of Y/S/N, trying to be the cool older sister, now replacement-mom.
âI already talked to Alice and the others. They are going to bring Y/S/N to our house and the two of you are going to stay there for now. Edward will also be taking her to and from school from now on. At least until youâre better and have a car.â I sighed. Once again, there was no room for arguments, so I just accepted it and tried to get out of bed. After struggling for a bit, I looked up at Carlisle, who had been watching me with a grin.
âNeed help, love?â I glared at him, before trying again. With a sigh, I gave up and looked at the handsome vampire.
âCan you help me please?â Carlisle chuckled and walked over to me, lifting me out of the bed with ease. He was still grinning.
âYou know, none of that would have happen if youâd just turn me.â His hearty chuckled caused a shiver down my spine.
âYou know that I canât do that. At least for now.â With a roll of my eyes, I let him pull a sling over my head and carefully place my broken wrist in it. When he was done, he looked at me and bend down, pressing a sweet kiss against my lips.
âLetâs get you home.â
By the time we reached their hidden house, school was out. Y/S/N and the others should be arriving soon.
Carlisle helped me change into something more comfortable, before he sat me down on the couch, giving me a blanket and a pillow, on which I could rest my wrist.
After changing himself, he sat down behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close against his chest. I leaned back against him with a sigh and closed my eyes for a few minutes before a thought entered my head.
âWhat about my car?â I leaned my head back, so that I could look at Carlisle.
âI got it toed and brought to a junkyard. Emmet will get all your personal belongings from it before they trash it.â I nodded and smiled at him.
âThank you.â He smiled at me, adoration filling his eyes.
âNo need to thank me. Iâd do anything for you.â He leaned down and connected our lips. The kiss was slow and full of love, making me smile against him.
âEwwww! Could you not?â Carlisle and I pulled away from each other and looked at the direction the voice was coming from. Y/S/N was standing there, surrounded by the Cullen siblings, all of them smiling at her outburst. I just chuckled and waved her over.
Carlisle carefully got to his feet and placed a large pillow at my back, replacing himself. He excused himself and left in the direction of the kitchen.
Y/S/N stood at the feet of the couch, her backpack beside her on the floor and stared at me. The disgust that had just been visible in her eyes dispersed into worry. After a moment, she threw herself at me and wrapped me up in a hug. How sheâd missed my cast, I donât know.
âWhat happened? I was so worried.â She pulled back and a sad smile took over my lips, as I wiped a few tears from her cheeks.
âEverything���s okay. I just had a small accident, but Carlisle patched me up. So donât worry.â She nodded and leaned back against me while my left hand trailed over her hair.
After a few minutes, she pulled away and sat down beside me.
âSoâŚare we getting a new car?â I laughed and nodded.
âAnd you can choose which one. If youâd like, of course.â Carlisle was leaning against the wall close to us and smiled at my younger sister. She jumped to her feet and nodded excitedly. Her mood shifts really easily, making me smile.
âPerfect! I think I just heard Emmet pull up. If you ask, Iâm sure heâll take you to a dealership.â Y/S/N turned to look at me, practically asking for permission. I nodded with a grin and she was off.
âJust please, donât choose a pink one!â Iâm not sure that my plea reached her ears, but it made Carlisle smile, who walked over to me and took the place that was just occupied by my sister.
Before either of us could say something, we heard Emmetâs car take off again, making me chuckle. I turned back to Carlisle.
âThank you.â Instead of answering, he pressed a kiss to my forehead. He pulled back and mustered me. It almost looked as if he was trying to decide something.
âWhat?â He sighed.
âAfter your sister graduated. I will turn you after that. But only if sheâs okay with it.â My eyes lit up and I nodded, throwing my left arm around his neck. His arms were around me a moment later and his chest vibrated with a deep chuckle.
âSo, you want to tell her?â We pulled out of the hug and Carlisle nodded.
âBut only after graduation. IâŚWe have to make sure she wonât tell any of her friends.â I smiled and nodded.
âThank you, Carlisle.â He pecked my forehead again before he got to his feet.
âSoâŚshould we cook, or do you want to order take out?â
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Donât Take The Money
Poor reader thought it would end up being a normal Sunday but that mustâve been the mix of bleach and Pinesol fumes getting to their head. Or, the one where reader finds out they have more in common with the other woman in Sherlockâs life than they thought and Sherlock has an aneurysm at the revelation. Thanks for reading!
Sherlock Holmes/Reader
You were just waking up when Sherlock was moving around the bedroom trying to pack his overnight bag. You groaned at the noise of drawers being opened and hangers jostled and rolled over onto your stomach, propping yourself up on your elbows. âSherlock? Youâre leaving?â
He stopped in his tracks back towards the closet and moved to sit on the edge of the bed next to you. He looked down at you with fondness that so many people thought he was incapable of feeling and as always, it made your heart swell. Brushing a lock of hair behind your ear, you relished in his undivided attention.
âA case was brought to my attention. I wonât be gone for long, itâs a few towns over.â He insists, trying to ease your worries before they arise.
Although youâd miss him, it never did anyone any good when Sherlock was bored. He needed something to keep him occupied and you needed time to clean up the drywall shrapnel that constantly covered the couch due to the boredness. It would give you the opportunity to deep clean the flat and the idea wasnât so bad.
âIs John going too?â Sherlock nodded. You donât know why you asked, they always worked together.
You turned your head to kiss his palm and sat up to get out of bed. âOkay. Iâll make you breakfast before you guys leave. Nobody likes train food anyway.â
Sherlock moved to help you stand, one of the smiles he reserved just for you gracing his lips. âYou take excellent care of me. But you should know, you donât have to be useful for this to mean something to me.â
He caught you off guard, but he usually did when he read you like a book. Your whole life youâd made yourself useful and you werenât sure if people liked you for you or for the fact that thereâs nothing you wouldnât do for them. You would do anything and everything for Sherlock and it didnât have anything to do with being useful, honestly. You loved him dearly and you couldnât imagine treating him like you felt anything less than that. You couldnât help but kiss him.
âOmelettes or pancakes?â
â
Your shirt was soaked from washing the dishes and you smelled like a mixture of bleach and formaldehyde from scrubbing the fridge clean and removing the severed head that took up the space where your coffee creamer should be. You had done more loads of laundry than you could count, bleached the bloodstained tub from Sherlockâs latest pig quest, the entire flat smelled like Bahama breeze and you couldnât be more content. The boys werenât due back for a day or two so you figured youâd spend some time with Mrs. Hudson when you were done and see if you could meet up with Bucky and Greg for lunch. When you passed the kitchen on your way to your bedroom to change, you decided that this may be the only chance you ever get to clear off the dining room table. Sherlockâs science equipment had overrun it and you figured it wouldnât hurt if you straightened it up just a bit.
You were in the midst of cleaning out Sherlockâs beakers when you heard the knock on the door. Figuring that John would have posted on his blog that they werenât currently taking clients because they were on a case, you expected to see Mrs. Hudson and the mop she was letting you borrow. You cracked the door just enough to see who was on the other side and was surprised to see an older woman holding a plate of baked goods who wasnât Mrs. Hudson.
âHi... how can I help you?â
The woman in questionâs eyes lit up at the sight of you and you werenât sure why. She smiled and gestured to the platter in her hands. âIs Sherlock Holmes here?â
She must be a client, you thought. Shaking your head, you responded, âNo, sorry! The boys off on a case. Iâm a friend of theirs. Is there something I can help you with?â
She was looking past you into the flat and you werenât sure what she was looking for. âDo you mind if I come in? I could really use a cup of tea. And I wanted to drop these cookies I made for Sherlock off.â
You looked at what she was holding and decided it wouldnât really hurt to let her in, and the cookies looked amazing. Sherlock must have helped her in some way.
âSure, come on in. Sorry about my clothes... Iâve been doing some spring cleaning.â You stepped aside and let her in. âSo, are you a client of his?â
She went to place the platter on the table and you were excited that it was already worth cleaning off the table. âNot quite. Iâve known him his whole life and have loved him even longer.â She turned and smiled at you, seeing through you in a way that seemed eerily close to Sherlock.
You hummed, taking in her answer. Sherlock didnât talk much about his friends, so you werenât surprised that you never heard of her.
âJust a minute, Iâm gonna change.â
You excused yourself to the bedroom where your phone was charging on the bed. After sending Sherlock a quick text that someone who wasnât a client was here for him, you dug around in the closet for something clean and more appropriate.
The lady didnât really seem like a threat and you were sure if it came down to it, youâd be able to protect yourself. You could chuck the skull on the mantle if need be, it was a hard hitter.
When you returned, she was wandering around the flat and looking at all of the pictures of you, Sherlock, and John that youâd recently framed and put out.
âYou and Sherlock, youâre close, yes? Tell me about him. Itâs been so long.â She was holding a picture that you took of you two in the back of a taxi. Sherlock was on his phone but you thought his hair looked extra good and the golden hour light made him look like an angel so you had to take the picture.
âYeah, I mean. Heâs a seriously great person. A brilliant detective, heâs so smart. He helps all these people for free, and he never complains if they donât offer him anything. He hates when I tell him heâs a godsend but who else would do that? Um... heâs really funny, probably one of the funniest people I know. You just have to keep up with his humor. It can be kind of dry, but itâs there. Heâs one of the most loyal people there is and heâd do anything for the people he cares about.â
It was so easy for you to speak so highly of him. It was like second nature.
âHe can be stubborn sometimes, and he can be a little more blunt than he needs to be but... heâs amazing. Thereâs no other way to explain him, really. Heâs got a light that comes from him that rivals the sun and I donât think it could ever be dimmed.â
She turned back to you and slowly broke out into one of the biggest grins youâd ever seen someone wear. âYou really love my son.â
âYour son?â You blinked, unsure of what was going on. You really started to look at the woman in front of you and you realized Sherlock had her eyes. A complete copy and paste. âOh my God, youâre Sherlockâs mom. I never even introduced myself. Iâm Y/N, a friend of-â
âYouâre not his friend, dear, and Iâm not blind. Old age takes a lot from you, but I could never miss the way my son shines. And you... you see it too.â She walked up to you, still holding the picture frame in her hands. âYou love my son in a way that no one else has. Let me tell you all about him.â
â
You couldnât stop laughing.
Sherlockâs mom had brought over tons of scrapbooks and old pictures that she had acquired over the years, and you had a feeling she knew you were here alone before she even knocked on the door. Mycroft, probably. You spent the whole day getting to know each other and taking a stroll down memory lane with her telling you all about Sherlock as a kid and how it was growing up with two geniuses as sons. She even gave you a copy of one of Sherlockâs high school pictures that you were going to cherish forever. She seemed so happy to have someone to talk to and assured you that spending time with you was the closest she had felt to Sherlock in a long time.
You insisted that she stay and let you make dinner, but she was as equally stubborn as Sherlock and ordered you takeaway as her treat. You tried to argue but she was having none of it. âMy God, you scrubbed this whole flat clean. Iâm not going to let you dirty your dishes. How does Chinese sound?â
â
Sherlock barreled up the steps with all the force he could muster in his legs and rushed in to see you, perfectly fine and all in one piece, having dinner with his mother.
âSherlock!â You both exclaimed, his mother full of excitement and you full of worry.
âWhatâs wrong?â You ask, standing up from your end of the couch. âI thought you were on a case? Is everything okay?â
âIâve been texting and calling you all day! Youâre that daft that you couldnât text back once all this time?â Heâs still out of breath and he can feel his heartbeat in his ears. His tone is exasperated and you could hear the mix of anxiety and relief in his voice as heâd yet to acknowledge his mother. She seemed perfectly content to sit back and watch the situation unfold, amusement at her sonâs unusual outburst gracing her features.
âMy phone was dead! And then I put it on the charger and I forgot about it once your mom came, by the way!â You went to the bedroom and retrieved your phone to find a dozen missed texts and calls.
Probably just a client. SH
11:07 AM
Are you sure itâs not a client? SH
11:43 AM
Are they still there? SH
1:00 PM
Missed Call
1:17 PM
Missed Call
2:03 PM
Call me back. SH
3:26 PM
Y/N, Iâm on a case. Call me back. SH
3:44 PM
Missed Call
4:13 PM
Is everything alright? SH
4:52 PM
Missed Call
5:08 PM
Missed Call
5:10 PM
Missed Call
5:12 PM
Iâm boarding the train now and Iâll be there soon. Donât worry. SH
5:21 PM
Sherlock followed after you, still without ever acknowledging his mother, and shut the door after himself. With his palms braced against the wooden door, he tried to ease the tension out of his bones through a deep breath as he watched you check your phone. He wasnât worried about the case at all. It was mostly solved and what little was left John could do with ease. He felt the weight of the missed calls in his stomach like lead and the three hour train ride that he couldnât curse to defy time any quicker. He had plenty of enemies and you had virtually none, so there would be no reason to think youâd hesitate to assist anyone who came to his door, especially if it was in the name of helping him. He thought heâd walk into a crime scene and he couldnât shake those images out of his head.
You got up from the bed and walked over to him, reaching to wrap one arm around his neck and to take his hand in yours in the other. You pressed a kiss to his jaw, and then to his chin, over his eyelids, his nose, and then lastly you met his lips, murmuring âIâm sorryâ in between every kiss. He didnât usually voice it, but you had known him long enough to know when he was upset. He relaxed into your touch as he always did and you pulled away from him long enough to pull on the ends of his scarf. âIâm really sorry. I didnât mean to scare you. Let me help. We got takeaway for your mom and I but we can share mine. I got what you like anyway.â
He let you pull his scarf and jacket off and you were delighted to see he wasnât really mad with you. You hang his jacket on the closet door and by the time you turn back to face him, heâs already making his way back out to the living room. Following after him, you see his mother gesturing him to come over.
âWhat are you doing here? I thought I told Mycroft to tell you I was away on business.â He was messing with the cuffs on his sleeves but his question was directed at his mother with unmistakable intent. She tsked at him, and you began to see even more similarities in their mannerisms.
âThatâs no way to talk to your mother, William. I was spending some time with your darling partner here and I donât even get a kiss or a hug?â She began gathering her belongings and threw her purse over her shoulder. You werenât happy to see her go.
You did peak up at the name. âWilliam? Your name is William?â
Sherlock groaned, ignoring you completely. You swore you could see a blush dusting his cheeks. In no time he was at the door, holding it open for his mother. âItâs getting rather late, donât you agree? Father must be wondering where you are. Be sure to pay Mycroft a visit the next time youâre in town. I assure you, he always has time for family.â
She turned to you and blew you a kiss. âI had a great time with you today, I hope youâll manage to bring Sherlock home more.â
Walking over to Sherlock, she paused to kiss his cheek and whisper in his ear, âI know you know what you could lose here. So be sure you donât, Sherlock.â
Before she totally stepped out of the flat, she turned around one last time. âPromise me youâll come home soon. Your father and I miss you dearly.â
âI heard you the first ten times. Goodnight and safe travels, mother.â Sherlock shut the door before his mother could get another word and your shoulders slumped.
âHey, that was your mom! Sheâs really nice. We had a good day.â You started to clean up the coffee table and take the dishes into the kitchen. You couldnât understand Sherlockâs relationship with his family but you were sure there was a lot of things you didnât know. Still, it was nice to have a chance to bond with your (maybe one day) future family. It was then that you realized that Sherlock never said anything when his mother mentioned you being his partner. You two never really officially defined what you were, so to see him not object to an actual title made you feel all warm inside.
âNo, you had a good day. I was trying to work a case and clear a manâs name while trying to figure out if Iâd come home to you kidnapped or dead.â Sherlock rolled his eyes, watching you from the doorway. You looked back at him as you dropped the dishes into the sink and let out a sigh. You hated the fact that you let him down.
âI have to go back tomorrow to tie some loose ends with John. If you come with me, I have a feeling Iâll get over it a lot quicker.â His voice was quiet but full of mirth. He wonât hold this over your head, and you both know this, but if it makes him feel better youâll follow him. Youâd follow him to the ends of the Earth and off the edge if he lead you.
Sherlock pushed himself off of the doorway and walked towards the bedroom, unbuttoning his shirt as he went.
âSo, youâre staying home tonight?â You swung around the kitchen doorway and called out to the hall. You hadnât even thought about Sherlock having to go back, and you couldnât help but be excited that he would be there for you to fall asleep next to tonight.Â
âYou didnât expect me to make the trip back at this hour, did you? Besides, I sleep better with you and itâs obvious that I donât focus well if youâre not around, Which is why I need you to come with me tomorrow. It seems you owe me, anyway.â Sherlock takes a step back so you can see him in the bedroom doorway, and you can feel your heart in your throat.
Heâs so beautiful, you think, all alabaster skin and lean muscle. Heâs pulling a t-shirt over his head and you wonder if you could manifest a photographic memory long enough to commit him to memory. Of course he notices you staring, and you almost want to mention all the times you catch him staring at you but he changes the subject and opens the blankets for you and you shut up and follow him. You follow him and you love him and you wake up in the morning at the crack of dawn to run downstairs and order coffee from the shop next door before your train leaves, being sure to get them to write âWilliamâ on the cup. Sherlock doesnât find this funny at all, but he still lets you fall asleep on his arm on the train ride there and doesnât complain when his arm falls asleep right along with you.
He thinks that if this is the life his mother wished for him as a child, that would be one thing he could take off of his list of things she eventually needs to answer for. Because mothers know best, and when it came to you, she could have never been more right.
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HF for how Tommy feels on his daughters wedding day please
first half is headcanons and the second half is a lil blurb!
tommy is quite literally distraught
like thatâs no exaggeration he is literally heart broken
his baby, his whole world was getting married
for the past 20 years, you had been tommy shelbyâs whole world
you were born when tommy was only 17
not even an adult yet himself
so it felt as though you had been with him most of his life
it had kind of just been you and him, in a sense
of course there was the rest of the clan too, and you were incredibly close to them as well
but your mother died in childbirth, so tommy was both mum and dad
he had to do it all alone in that sense
everyone tells him he should be so proud of how he raised you
because youâre sweet and kind
and you have that humour that the war took from tommy
you made people laugh like he had
and you were really the only person that could make him laugh
you were strong, like your mother tommy had always said
but you credit everything you are to him
he was the first man to love you, and teach you how you should be loved
he also taught you how you should be treated, generally a lot better than the average father would
tommy made sure that his daughter would be treated like a queen
you were his princess
so whomever you were to marry, you would be treated as their queen
he made absolutely sure of that
and that marrying was your choice
not something you were coerced into for money or business, but something you wanted
and it was
with a man who you had loved since 16
tommy liked him as much as he could like the man that was going to be taking his baby girls hand and changing her name
the thought of you not being (y/n) shelby, tommy shelbyâs little princess, was earth shattering to him
although you had insisted you were keeping it in the middle
alas, tommy knew you were so loved by that man
be that as it may, all parties knew if he stepped a foot out of line or raised a finger in anything but gentility and love
then he would be struck down in a timely and violent fashion by tommy himself
tommy definitely cries that day too
âTommy?â Graceâs voice immediately draws his attention towards her and away from his thoughts about the impending fact his little girl was getting married in half an hour. His eyes are that kind of wet that shows heâs fighting tears, that he wonât dare let them fall. Grace can see the lump he tries to swallow in his throat and a piece of her heart breaks for him as she sits down on the bench next to him outside the hall where the ceremony would take place. You were inside getting the dress on and getting your hair done with Polly and Ada and previously Grace before she had come out to see if her husband was okay.
He was not.
âOh Tommy,â Her voice is so soft and caring as she wraps her arm around him and rubs his shoulder, hugging him to her slightly. âShe looks so beautiful Tom, and god sheâs so happy; canât stop smiling at all. She still has that smile you talk about, the innocent one and it looks just like yours does sometimes.â Tommy clenches his jaw tightly, still refusing to let those tears go. She sees him clamp down his teeth over his bottom lip to stop it trembling. âItâs alright Tommy, this is good. Sheâs in love with a man who loves her so much. Almost as much as you do.â
Tommy shakes his head at that, one hand on his knee to brace himself as he tries to speak. âNot possible.â He snips, âAnd i loved her first.â
His voice breaks on that. The lip finally trembles and he hangs his head with a sharp inhale to let free that shoulder shaking sob. âShe was my little baby. How is that my little girl in there? She used to-â Tommy had to pause again, roughly wiping his hand over his face to clear away the tears as he looks up at Grace, âShe used to be this big,â he gestures with his hands in a way that she imagined was meant to be him cradling a baby. His voice sounds drastically different than sheâs used to because itâs clouded by his tears and his agony.
âShe used to ask me to brush her teeth and comb her hair and lift her up to wash her hands,â he bleats, images flashing through his mind of that short little girl who couldnât reach the bathroom sink. He sees the little girl who stood on top of the toilet so he could brush those teeth and he can see the smile that little girl gave him all those nights when he asked to see to make sure he had brushed them right. âShe used to climb into my bed every morning and she used to save up her tooth fairy money to buy us all gifts. Sheâd save food from her dinner for the dogs on the street and i swear on my life i donât know how to live without her being my baby girl, Grace.â Tears continue to stream down his cheeks as Grace notices the black and white photograph that looked truly as though it had been through the war; as it had. it was stained and slightly run and it was crumpled. A little girl with a toothless grin and Tommy Shelbyâs eyes, even with the lack of colour to the old photograph.
âItâs alright Tommy,â Grace hums, rubbing her husbands back soothingly, âSheâs your little girl, she always will be.â She knew there was really nothing else she could say that would ease his pain. There was nothing anyone could do or say that would send you back to the little girl he would could throw over his shoulder and run around the house with. There was nothing that could ease the pain of a fathers aching heart when his baby girl becomes a woman who doesnât need him like she used to.
âThomas?â
He and Grace look up at Polly. The look in her eyes speaks for her . âSheâs ready?â Tommy asks, prompting his aunt to nod her head with a smile. âCome on then, Tom!â Arthur calls from the grand doorway at the top of the steps to the hall. When Tommy and Grace reach him, Arthur wraps his arm roughly around his brothers shoulder and pulls Tommy into him. âBaby (y/n) getting fuckinâ married eh? Canât fuckinâ believes sheâs this fuckin grown up.â He shakes his head, taking his arm away from his brother when they reach the door of the dressing room where you were waiting. âBeautiful she is, Tom.â Arthur says, âLooks just like mum. In you go.â He ushers his younger brother in that door.
Nobody sees Tommy Shelby quite like you do, and heâs happy for it to stay that way. Heâs known it since you were a tiny little girl wrapped up in his arms. He doesn't love anyone like he loves you, so it makes full sense that you are the only person in the world who he allows his vulnerability to fully leak through with. Although, he probably couldn't prevent it even if he tried.
Maybe thatâs why he doesn't fight so hard to keep his eyes from welling up when he sees you standing there looking in the mirror, donned in the most beautiful white wedding gown that heâs ever seen. Placed in his hand is the stunning light veil that he had picked out for you. The headband was something like a tiara, because you were his princess and he truly believed that everything you had should be the best the world could offer. The dress too had been extortionate and you would never have gotten it had you known the price it had come to, but Tommy had never allowed you to know. He simply had the designers bring an array of dresses to his estate where you tried them all on with Polly, Ada, Lizzie, Grace, Linda and Esme to comment and complement each dress, as well ad aide you on picking the one that suited you the most with cost never a mention. Tommy had preached he âno expense sparedâ approach the whole way through the planning of the wedding and any timenhe caught you trying to cut or manage costs, he simply shut you down and enforced the rule that the wedding planner was no longer allowed to discuss prices with you.Â
He had truly created the most fantastical day for you, and he would have spent every single penny that he had if it meant giving you the most beautiful start to a new life that he could give.Â
You had wanted him to be the one to place that veil on your head with the guidance of your hair dresser to ensure he didn't mess up the design of your hair. He had been the one to place little plastic tiaras on your head when you were merely a little girl who wanted to play princess dress up. He used to be the one to comb back your hair and twirl you around that Watery Lane kitchen with Arthur did the same with Ada and Polly laughed heartily from her seat at the table.Â
It felt right to have him put a tiara on you one last time as baby Shelby.Â
âYouâre beautiful.â He breathes, his lips stretching into a wide and incredibly proud smile. âSo, so very beautiful my darling.â Your cheeks blush ever so slightly and you lean over to kiss his cheek. âThank you, dad.âÂ
He wants to hug you tightly and never let you go. He wants to will and wish you back to the little girl that he used to twirl around all afternoon. He missed that little girl so much. He had so much love in his heart for you, so much that it overwhelmed him every time he had tried to acknowledge it over the course of your life.Â
âI love you.â he says, his shaky voice conveying how much he actually means those words. âSo much more than you can ever know. Iâm going to miss you so much.âÂ
You breathe a short laugh, shaking your head at him. âIâm not going anywhere, dad. Iâll still be seeing you all the time. Iâll just have a different name.â You hold his hand tightly in yours as he leads you out of the dressing room and into the hall towards the large double doors that would take you to the isle.Â
âMhm,â he hums, âI suppose. Youâll understand what I mean someday. I just love you so much.âÂ
âI love you too.âÂ
âYou two ready to go?â The wedding planner asks, watching as you turn to Tommy somewhat excitedly and nod. âYou ready dad?â You ask, giving his had a reassuring squeeze. He sighs heavily, but nods his head too, removing his hand from yours and moving his arm so that you can link yours through his. His play on his mind before he says them, a small smile too playing on his lips as the nickname that he used to call you runs through his memory.
âReady as Iâll ever be, my little love.âÂ
#peaky blinders#tommy shelby x sister reader#tommy shelby x sister!reader#shelby sister#shelby sister reader#shelby!reader
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Protection Forever - William Lennox
Lennox x Reader
Description: Running into an old flame at the worst possible time.
Warning: nah. Bad writing? Kinda. Unedited because I was excited. Iâll not when itâs been fixed. Somethings may not be fully aligned with the movie but I tried đŠ
Word count: 2500+
Dedicated to @merakiaes hey fren!
All gifs from @meragifs too!
You were an EMT.
The two of you pulled up to meet with the other Autobots, you exiting the vehicle before he transformed. You were in awe as he and the rest of the cars all changed.
The biggest one, their leader, gave a rundown of everything that was happening once he confirmed Samâs identity. This was just a recap for you as Ratchet had already explained. The teenage boy just stood there stuttering not really knowing how to process everything and you frowned again. That was when you really took notice of two teens just standing there. Having known what was expected of Sam Witwicky you frowned slightly.
âI donât know about this Ratchet, heâs just kid.â You commented to the alien you had formed a quick bond with.
âAnd who might you be?â The one called Optimus inquired.
You gave him your name before the other yellow autobot, who youâd later learned was Bumble Bee, uttered something through his radio. It was hard for you to hear but the other robots seemed to be use to it as Ratchet responded immediately.
âThe human. I like her.â Ratchet sounding irritated.
Bumblebee made another comment and right before Ratchet could respond one of the others chimed in.
âWait why do they get humans?â Jazz asked incredulously. âI want one too!â
âEnough! Humans are not pets.â The one call Optimus Prime stated sternly, clearly tired of their bickering. You held your laugh, highly amused.
They were like siblings. A family.
âExactly Iâm just here to help and be a better tour guide than these kids can be.â You confirmed practically forcing your services on them. âBesides they need adult supervision. From the looks of it, you all do.â You grinned at everyone around you. Optimus gave a nod, agreeing.
âShe stays. Letâs move.â
In that short amount of time things moved rather quickly. You watched the Autobots accidentally destroy Samâs backyard when attempting to retrieve the glasses, you were all arrested, you escaped thanks to the Autobots, only to be arrested again.
Fail.
Finally you ended it some secret base. How get you werenât alone. The government had apparently been on a roll with kidnapping civilians who âknew too much â.
Things werenât going great but quickly went left when the Decepticons, the Autobot rivals, came to retrieve Megatron.
A war from another planet had officially made Earth its battleground.
You were nervous, trying to figure out how to calm everything down before things started to escalate. Nobody was going to get anywhere with all the bickering. Thatâs when you saw him.
It had been what? Two years?
Still, without even knowing it, without even knowing you were present, he was still able to make your heart be slow and fast at the same time. The army had aged him, but for the better making him all the more attractive but you couldnât focus on that right now. Especially when you heard:
âThe cryogenic system is failing! We're losing NBE One!â
All the soldiers begin to pack everything that they could to prepare in a fight the way they always did. It was an mirable the way Linux game orders in his men took them without a second thought. The trust there.
âThatâs good. Get all the ammo you got.â
âEverything you can carry. Bring it.â
Tearing your eyes away from your former lover you grab Sam.
âCome on, we need Bee.â You reminded him, nodding in Simmons direction
âYou got to take me to my car.â Sam said, then repeated when he was ignored. âYou have to take me to my car. Heâs gonna know what to do with the Cube.â
âYour car? It's confiscated.â
âThen unconfiscate it.â You stared blankly.
âWe do not know what will happen if we let it near this thing! -â
âYou don't know.â
âMaybe you know, but I don't know.â
You rolled your eyes at the insufferable mans rambling.
This was really was more about ego who was in control more than anything. The guy running the ship, clearly was on a power trip. Unfortunately for him he was facing off against soldiers . The Captain whoâs eyes you could feel staring at the side of your face.
A Captain and his soldiers. Ones that really dont like to lose and take serving their country seriously.
The guy who arrested you earlier continue to argue with Sam about getting him back to bumblebee when Lennox finally pulled out his gun sick of the back-and-forth.
âTake him to his car!â
As soon as he did so all hell broke loose and everyone from both parties pulled out a weapon.
âDrop it!â
It wasnât until One of the sector seven agents pointed a gun at the back of Willâs head that you disable to another agent and took his gun and pointed it directly and held it directly at the one pointing the gun at your ex.
âI really wouldnât.â You warned.
You were no soldier, but Will have taught you plenty before you broke up. So did your brother, before he passed away. He actually served alongside Will but died in combat. Biking. Thatâs part of why you were so hurt when Will re-enlisted. When he got promoted to Captain and chose the army over you. You were terrified of losing him the way you lost your brother. The break up wasnât that messy but you both said things you didnât mean. In attempts to mask your own pain and hurt one another.
You know. Hurt people, hurt people.
Itâs still came to no surprise that you put a bullet in someone to protect him. Together or not youâd never let anything happen to him.
âI'm ordering you under S-Seven executive jurisdiction-â Simmons ranted.
âS-Seven don't exist.â You interjected, earning a quick appreciative glance from Will.
âRight. And we donât take orders from people that donât exist.â
âIâm gonna count to 5. Okay-â Simmons attempted to threat yet again.
âWell, Iâm gonna count to three.â Will deadpanned.
You knew that look. God did you know that look and it was so wrong that you were so turned on.
Finally the Secretary of defense interfered telling Simmons to do what was being asked of him. Everyone relaxed slight, weapons lowering.
âY/n,â
âCaptain.â
The Captain and couldnât help but watch you how do you get up and prepare to go.
âSo thatâs her huh?â Epps commented as Will watched you run off with Sam.
âYeah..â Will answered, mind racing.
While he knew heâd eventually see you again, he didnât think it would be like this. You looked breath taking.
âDamn. Shorty had your back that entire time.â
âGear up,â
âWhat Iâm just saying I thought she was gonna put a cap in his.â Epps shouted after his Captain receiving no response.
Will knew you had his back, you always would, the same way he would always have yours. He thought of you often, the break up between two inescapable, never feeling like he did the right thing. You were always not too far from the front of his mind. Him wondering how you were doing. If you were happy. If you found somebody else. There was no doubt he regretted what had transpired between the two of you. It was his fault. He knew that. You knew that. He had ample opportunity to fight for you and he didnât. When he was promoted Captain he felt he had to choose between you and the army. He didnât choose you the way he shouldâve. In reality he couldâve had both. However hr so caught up proven himself to his deadbeat dad that he possibly let the best thing that ever happened to him go.
Not to mention trying to atone for your brothers death. It wasnât his fault, but he still couldnât shake it. So without talking to you he reenlisted. Needless to say where that got him.
Now hear the both of you were in the middle of an alien war. Yeah. This is the last place he thought heâd see you.
You were numb. The battle on the highway enough to freak you out. For mommy, just a moment you thought this might be a dream but no. This is all very real. One minute you guys were just entering the city trying to lay low, next thing you know - BOOM! The explosion knocked all of you over, injuring some, killing a few. Bumblebeeâs legs were partially blown off.
Getting up off the pavement you waited for the ringing in your ear to subside as you stood up, trying to study yourself when you felt a pair of arms hold you still.
You knew it was Will just by the way he touched you, you blinked hard trying not to go down memory lane.
âAre you okay?â The concern in his voice was enough to make your heart skip a bear.
âYeah,â you nodded slowly. âYeah Iâm fine.â
Slowly you removed yourself from his grip and went to check on Sam and Mikaela. Ratchet on the other hand -
âHmm. His pheromone levels are-â you quickly turned on him and glared.
âRatchet Iâll turn you into a can opener if you donât shut the hell up.â
The robot nearly held his hands up in the surrendering position as he followed you. Will had arranged an aircraft to pick up Sam and the cube while everyone else defended themselves against the deceptive cons in a hurry to get the cube far far away before Megatron arrived. Sam was in a panic and so Michaela, you could see Willâs short fuse getting ready to exploded. It was then you decided to be an escort.
âSam, you canât do this alone.â Michaela fussed.
âHe wonât be alone.â You commented, causing all parties involved to look at you.
âIâm going with you.â You declared.
âNo.â Will didnât even hesitated as he stepped closer to you.
âCaptain Lennox-â
âNo!â You grabbed him by the front of his beer and pushed him back.
âDo you see what going on out there?!â You continued to hold on to him and you yelled at him over there chose. âWeâre at a war. One we are extremely ill prepared for. So get your shit together! Sam is my responsibility. I have to get this kid to safety.â
This time your hands slid up the side of his face forcing him to look at you.
âY/n..â he breathed out leaning down toward you, and for the first time during all this madness you could visibly see he was afraid.
âIâll be back, Will.â You assured him, briefly resting your forehead against his.
Gathering himself he pulled away, looking toward Sam then back at you.
âGo. Go!â
And then we were running.. With nothing but an M16 strapped to your back and the pistol in your hand, you ran faster than you ever have before.
The four of you were under attack once more, you and Sam doing what you had to, to avoid getting snatched up as a fight Ironhide and Ratchet defended you. Unfortunately you were too close to one of the cars that went up in flames and you were thrown into another car from the blast.
âY/n!â You could feel the blood on your forehead as you slowly pushed yourself up. As you tried to stand you immediately stopped feeling the pain in your thigh. Looking down could see the damage that had been done. The blood surrounding the afflicted area.
âWha- what, what do i do?!â Sam asked frantically once he took notice of your injury.
âYou gotta keep going Sam. Iâll be fine.â
He stood fo his feet, unsure of what to do. When Ironhide told him the same thing.
âGo!â You screamed once more.
Sam left and continued to run without you as you, as quickly as possible, as you tore your focus away from him to pull the shard of glass in your leg out. Ripping a piece of your shirt off you tightly tied it around your thigh in order to stop the bleeding. There was no point in going forward now but the return back to everyone else and help them fight.
You just had to avoid getting killed in the process.
You seen a car steering wheel, a Mountain Dew vending machine and and Xbox all turn into one of those freaky ass robots right before your eyes. All of which you helped others fight off. It was so surreal. In fact, if it wasnât for the constant ringing in your ear from all the explosions you definitely think you were dreaming. You almost made it back to Lennox and his men when another Decepticon stood between between you and your destinations. They were definitely taking a beating. You saw Epps shooting a green laser indicating the robot that doubled as a helicopter wasnât a friendly and decided to do what you could to keep the Decepticon from getting any closer to them and hurting any more civilians. In an attempt to draw it away from everyone else, you begin to fire your weapon giving it everything you had.
Unfortunately, the side effective taking its attention off the others meant putting the attention on you.
You ran trying to duck and dodge a bullets now directed your way.
But Will. Willâs heart dropped. Seeing you there defending yourself alone. His pause was brief, the air forces plan already in motion, before he started the motorcycle and was speeding in your direction.
âWilliam!â You screamed for him fearfully as he drove straight toward the robot.
The only thing you could hear was your heartbeat pounding in your ears. You almost couldnât breathe, you donât remember the last time you ever felt so scared in your life. But it wasnât your life you feared for was it?
He rushed forward and slid under the robot continuing to firing the launcher. All you could do was watch as he drove toward you. Toward the danger your mind wondering if he did that on a regular basis. Was this the life of a soldier? What he went through day after day when he was deployed?
Standing up he only spared the parts of the dismembered robot a glance before shouting and turning looking for you. In a matter of seconds he was standing directly in front of you and pulling you into his arms.
Relief.
There was nothing like physically being about to touch someone, hold someone to really know they were okay.
âSoâŚâ you began, suddenly feeling nervous. â...That was hot-â
Before you were able to get another word in, he captured your lips with his kissing you roughly and bringing you closer, hands on the small of your back. You couldnât help it kiss him back just as fiercely put in every emotion you had into that kiss.
Every ounce of passion he had in body, put into this kiss, your lips just as soft, kiss just as pure as he remembered. When you kissed, he knew he was a goner and could never let you go again.
It has been two years since the last time you guys have been this close. This intimate. Reconnected. The feeling it gave you, the indescribable feeling, was one neither one of you ever wanted to forgo again. Pulling back slowly, you both had smiles on your faces, Will pulling you closer to plant a kiss on your forehead.
âExcuse me,â Epps interrupted.
The both of you turning your attention on him.
âAs cute as this shit is itâs highly inappropriate in the middle of the battle. Iâm just saying we are trying to stay alive and shit.â
âââââââââââââââ
Oh my fu- I donât even know what this isssss
Couldnât tell you what my original ideas was or nothing. I believed this was going to short-
I enjoyed writing it though! Shoutout again to @merakiaes for being on this lennox train with me lol
Iâm just....Iâm just gonna leave this mess here.
Bye
- Mo
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Tags: @merakiaes @lilythemadqueen
#transformers imagine#transformers#Captain William lennox#william lennox#Lennox x reader#sam witwicky#will lennox x reader#transformers x reader#black!reader#Sam witwicky x reader#optimus prime
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Castle Under The Stars
Summary: You always worry when its a full moon and your husband is away on assignment, but this full moon is different as he comes home to be with you. Will it be for good? And just how much fun can two werewolves get up to during the full moon when they have a child to look after?
A continuation of Moonlight On The Sand
Pairing: Werewolf Captain Syverson x Werewolf Female Reader
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral Sex, Outdoor Sex, Werewolves, Breeding, Breeding Kink.
Typos are free range and organic, allowed to run wild and free. I do not operate a tag list but if you follow @angryschnauzerwritesâ and put that blog onto notifications, youâll get an alert each time i post something new. Past works can also be found there.
Castle Under The Stars
You stepped out onto the back porch and propped the door open with a boot, the warm summer's breeze blowing softly at the net curtains on the kitchen windows, bringing in the scent of the roses in from the garden. Wiping your hands on your apron before hanging it on the little hook by the door, you grabbed your garden shears and flower basket, and headed out with bare feet onto the cool grass. The windows of your cabin all stood open, allowing the warm breeze to flow through the house, but also so you could hear if your little one cried from his nursery.
Quietly you stood and let the breeze push your light skirt against your legs as you carefully selected roses from the overloaded bushes. Small clouds skidded across the night sky, and for a moment you turned your face to feel the soft moonlight on your skin. The reflection of the sun's rays on its surface from orbit made your skin prickle, as if someone was pouring champagne over your limbs, but that was as far as your transformation would go, with the exception of the ring of fire in your irises.
You had been Sixteen when you had been turned. On a geology camping field trip, nature had literally callen and as youâd been in the bushes relieving yourself thatâs when the lupine had got you. It took a few months to realise what had happened, and it was only when your monthly period bleed coincided with a full moon did you turn. With irregular cycles through your teens and early twenties, you probably only turned twice, maybe three times a year, but eventually you got used to it.
It had however been a bit of a shock to your new husband, Sy, when you had turned for the first time. Heâd knocked you up on the first day he met you, so it took a good 11 months before your cycle had come back, two months after the birth of your precious baby boy. That first night had been a challenge; dealing with a newborn whilst both parents were howling at the moon, however you were thankful that Edith who lived in the cabin down the lane knew of these things, and upon hearing the howling had rushed over in her nightgown.Â
Since then Edith had been like a surrogate mother and grandmother, as it turned out her late husband had the lupine tendencies too. Your deployment had ended whilst you were on maternity leave and youâd chosen to leave the Army entirely rather than take a desk job. Sy was special ops and in the middle of another deployment, but you had no idea when that would finish because of the nature of his assignment. Looking up at the moon you wondered where he was, hoping he was coping with the full moon and his monthly transformation. You werenât ashamed to admit you actually really enjoyed when he was at home for a full moon; he was even more attentive and the sex was mind blowing. Standard sex with Sy left you bow legged and exhausted, but with the added power of the moon⌠well, it was out of this world and youâd had orgasms so strong youâd actually passed out a couple of times.Â
The sounds of the occasional truck on the highway a couple of hundred feet away sporadically filled the night, and you thought about that time Sy had driven out to the lake with you and youâd spent the night fucking under the moonlight in the flatbed which heâd covered with blankets and throw pillows. Youâd been seven months pregnant but good god it was some of the best sex youâd ever had.Â
As you shifted to reach a particularly large rose you could feel your panties stick to you, just the thought of Sy was making you wet and ready. You wished you knew when he would be home, taking matters into your own hands wasnât nearly as satisfying as the real thing from the man you loved.
Just then you heard a pair of owls hooting in the distance, a truck on the highway honking its horn, so you didnât notice the sound of tyres on the long grassy driveway that ran up the hill to the cabin. Humming to yourself you were running your fingertips over the soft petals of a trailing white rose when the first hint of his scent reached you on the wind. It made you stop and doubt yourself, before it hit again and you felt the heat in the pit of your stomach bloom. Dropping the basket and shears on the grass you ran to the front of the cabin, the breeze catching at your skirts before you finally saw him, standing at the open gate to the garden, his large duffel hanging from his shoulder, the fire in his eyes as he finally saw you.
âSy!â
He let the bag drop to the floor as you ran into his arms, launching yourself at him, your legs were wrapped around his thick waist as you kissed him. His deep laugh as you peppered his face with soft kisses, the tears of happiness rolling down your cheeks;
âIâm here Darlinââ he practically growled, and thatâs when you remembered the moon.
Pulling back you looked him in the eyes, the golden ring of fire matching your own, and as he took long strides across the grass you felt the coupling connection again, just like that first night in the desert.Â
He set you down on the lawn, laying you softly on the grass as he pressed open mouthed kisses down your neck. Grasping the front of your dress he let out a growl as he ripped the garment clean in two, humming his appreciation at your swollen breasts where you were still breastfeeding and soft belly, before your soaked panties met the same fate as your dress. His lips continued their path down your body, until he reached the apex of your thighs and inhaled deeply, his eyes shining bright in the moonlight before he dived in and licked a wide stripe through your soaked folds. There under the soft caress of the moonâs rays your lupine husband pulled the first of many orgasms from your body that night, surrounded by the wild calls of nature and the overwhelming scent of the roses.Â
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Sitting at the kitchen table, the morning sunlight streamed in through the windows as you flipped the pancakes on the skillet, smiling as you watched your two boys have breakfast. Michael sat in his high chair, babbling away as Sy seemingly understood every word of gibberish that came from his sonâs lips.Â
Sliding the pancakes onto a plate, you set it down on the table before you felt a strong arm around your waist and Sy pulled you across his lap, his massive hands smoothing over your bare thighs where all you wore were panties and his t-shirt;
âSteady there Darlin, making me want more than just pancakes for breakfast if youâre walkinâ around in just thisâ
Just then there was a knock at the screen door, all three of you turning to see Edith smiling and waving from the other side;
âEdith! Come in girl, been looking forward to seeing ya!â Sy called out, a huge grin on his face that got even bigger when he spied the basket she was carrying covered in a red and white checkered napkin.
You reluctantly climbed off your husband's lap, excusing yourself to quickly grab your robe as Sy and Edith talked;
âBig Sy, i knew it was your truck that rumbled past my cabin last nightâ
âWas indeed, home with my girl and my little manâ he paused as Edith set the basket onto the table; âThose arenâtâŚ.?â
âThey sure areâ she pulled the napkin up and underneath were her famous peanut butter and chocolate chip cookies.
Sy quickly pulled one from the basket and snapped it in two, handing half to Michael who happily chewed on the freshly baked treat.
âHmmmnnnn, Edith, i could get used to theseâ
âYou staying this time Sy?â
âI sure am Edithâ
âDoes she know?â
âNope, wanna surprise her laterâ
âMoonâll be up again tonight, you want me to watch Mikey?â
Just then you walked into the room, catching the last of the conversation;
âAre you sure?â
Edith stood and smiled, rubbing a finger over Michaelâs chubby little cheek;
âAbsolutely, why donât I drop by after heâs had his supper?â
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Setting Edith up with everything she would need for an evening of watching Jeopardy as your son slept peacefully in his crib, you grabbed the picnic basket and blanket and gave Michael a kiss, before stepping out into the night air. Sy had already taken off, with the moon rising before sundown he got antsy, but he would meet you at the lake. Heâd set everything up ready, and just told you to drive his truck down, heâd set off on foot earlier, wanting to burn some energy in the calmness of nature.
The truck's tyres crunched on the gravel as you parked up, the lake a still mirror for the pink purple skyline as the sun set behind the mountains in the distance. But none of those were what you were looking at, no, what drew your attention was your husband quietly sitting on a rock at the shoreline, his boots resting beside him as he let his feet cool in the waters. With your sandals left in the truck you walked across the soft sand before reaching the shoreline, sitting beside him as he wrapped his big arm around your shoulders.
âSy, what are you thinking about?â
He looked at you, his smile warm as his eyes shone amber in the low light;
âLots of things Darlin⌠how lucky i am to have you in my life, how i donât think i could have coped with what happened if it hadnât been for youâ
âOh SyâŚâ your eyes watered; âI love you so muchâ
âI love you too Darlin. You and Mikey are my worldâŚâ he paused, poignantly; âThereâs something else i wanna tell ya DarlinâŚâ
For a moment you heart sank, dreading what he was going to say;
âSyâŚâ
âYa know how Waltâs construction business is expanding and he needs a new site manager?â
âWhat?â whatever you were expecting, it wasnât that
âWell, i got a surpriseâŚâ he pulled you onto his lap, his hands resting on your ass; âIâm done with the Armyâ
âNo! Youâd better not be fibbingâŚâ your eyes were full to the brim, nervous tears threatening to spill
âNot fibbing⌠iâm done. Wanted to keep it a surprise until i knew for sure that the assignment was completedâ
Crying happy tears you wrapped your arms around your husbands shoulders, burying your face in his neck as you sobbed joyfully that he wasnât going away again.Â
When you had finally settled down and Sy had reassured you for the 10th time that it was definitely true, he was definitely staying home for good, the pair of you stood and started to walk along the shore of the lake barefoot, the warm sand beneath your feet as you clasped your hand around his.
The gentle sound of the water coupled with the feel of your skin touching his calmed Sy, even though the moon was out high above the pair of you, he didnât feel the need to turn, the sense of utter contentment a balm on his soul. As you had rounded the lake he stumbled on a pebble, and in turn a giggle escaped your lips. Steadying himself he smirked and kicked at the water, splashing you a little as you let out a shriek at the cool water hitting your warm skin. Retaliating you splashed him a little more than you were expecting, soaking one side of his cargo shorts and he paused and looked at you with a feral smile spreading across his lips;
âOh, now youâre in for it DarlinâŚâ
Your legs carried you as you ran through the surf, knowing Sy would eventually catch you, yet the thrill was in the chase. You could hear his heavy footfalls gaining on you, but you had the advantage of being light on your feet and made a sharp turn into the woodland, the soft grass beneath your feet dry and coarse. You realised he wasnât behind you and you slowed, turning to try and figure out where he went, when suddenly he emerged from the bushes, his eyes glowing amber in the darkness and he tackled you to the ground, yet somehow managed to turn your bodies so you were on top of him;
âGotcha!â
He pulled you down so he could kiss you, turning your bodies until he was on top, shifting his knees so he could nestle between your thighs. Your skirt had rucked up in the tussle, and the harsh brush of his shorts against the soft skin of your thighs had your hips bucking up against him, eager for friction as your arousal grew. With the quick fumbling of eager hands you were both soon naked, Sy kneeling between your spread thighs to take in the sight of you, your nipples hard and your arousal a sheen between your legs. Grabbing your hips he pulled you up his thighs, your back arched and your shoulders still on the ground as he thrust into you, spearing your flesh with his own and you both let out a howl of pleasure.Â
Sy couldnât tear his gaze away from where your bodies were joined, watching each time he pulled out and saw your juices glistening on his shaft, or how your cunt stretched open as he pushed this fat dick back into you, parting your walls and you cried out in pleasure. He fucked you like the feral beast he was, claiming his mate and catching the tell tale scent that drove him wild;
âFuck, youâre ripe⌠gonna breed you and give you another pup. Thought i caught the scent last night but now i know for sure⌠canât wait to see your belly round and your tits even fullerâŚâ
He drove into your fertile body, feeling you cum around him yet he pounded through your orgasm knowing your cervix would be wide open now that you had cum and ready to take his seed. You were whimpering in his grasp, desperate for more but overwhelmed at the same time;Â
âSy⌠please⌠please put a baby in meâŚâ
âAlmost⌠there⌠Darlinâ...â he grunted through thrusts, before his body went rigid and he threw his head back, filling your womb with pump after pump of his thick seed, a broad smile on his face as he even held you in place knowing that gravity would help get every last drop of cum through your cervix and flood your fertile ground.Â
When he had finally finished coming he carefully settled the two of you onto the soft grass, holding you tight as your bodies were still joined, knowing that he would stay hard for another two or three goes. By the time he would be finished your bodies would be battered and bruised from the intensity of your lovemaking, yet the power of the moon would ensure by morning you would be healed, no outwardly visible signs that the feral carnality of the nights pleasures left behind, even if it meant youâd be sitting down tenderly on a cushion for the following 48 hours.Â
It was well into the early hours when the pair of you finally limped back to Syâs truck, resting your head on his shoulder as he carefully drove home, the moon having set early thanks to its cycle.Â
When you arrived back at the cabin Edith was having a cigarette on the porch, the baby monitor resting on the rail next to her;
âGot it outta your systems?â she grinned as she took one last drag before crushing it in a plant pot of sand that sat at the doorway.Â
âFor tonightâ Sy smirked as he carried you bridal style up the steps of the porch; âCan we book ya for tomorrow night too?â
âSure thing Big Sy, but youâll owe meâ
âIâll come fix the drainpipe around your porch once the full moon has passedâ
âDeal⌠youâre a good-unâ the old woman smiled as she grabbed her keys and slid the baby monitor into your lap as you quietly snoozed in your husbands arms; âItâll be a girl this timeâ
Syâs eyes went wide;
âHow do youâŚ?â
âI just know Sweetheart⌠my husband wasnât the only one thatâd turn yaâknowâŚâ
Sy held you as he watched the old woman make her way down the grassy lane to her cabin;
âSheâs full oâ surprises is that oneâŚâ he looked down at you and pressed a kiss to your cheek, before catching the screen door with his booted foot; âLets get you to bed for some rest⌠gotta recharge for tomorrow night⌠maybe make it twinsâŚâ
You shifted in his grasp;
âThatâs not how it worksâ you mumbled sleepily, a smile on your face, but the truth was neither of you knew how it worked when you were lupine⌠really, anything could happen.
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Speed and Stress: Part 2
Masterlist
Thank you to @acollectionofficsandshit for betaing, your comments on this one were unhinged goldÂ
Word Count: 3.1k
Recommended Vibes:Â âPerfect Dayâ by Tundra Beats
Part 1
Your brother was late. Not that anyone was surprised.
âGot the time mixed up,â he says as you climb into his absurdly tall truck. Living in Texas for three years had turned him into somewhat of a country boy, though not enough that he forgot his upbringing. He was still a blue blooded Los Angeles boy, just with a love for trucks and longhorn cattle.
âAt least I wasnât waiting for an hour this time,â you say and sling your bag to the backseat. Deciding to get right to the good stuff, you clasp your hands together. âSo! I have some news.â
Hunter grins at you. âYou finally found a job?â
You roll your eyes and shoot him a pointed look. âNo, dipshit. Better than that. I got us paddock passes for the whole weekend.â
âWHAT?â He jerks the wheel, horns honking at you as other drivers swerve. You grab the dash to steady yourself, laughing at his outburst. âDo you know how hard it was for me to get general admission tickets? How the hell did you get paddock passes?â
âMay have met someone pretty high up at McLaren in Los Angeles,â you say, examining your nails.
âLike, Zak Brown? You met Zak Brown?â Hunter was such a fan boy, you had to laugh. His love for McLaren ran so deep he practically bled blue and orange. The only reason you watched the sport was because of him shoving it down your throat for years, but damn if you weren't glad for it.
âDaniel Ricciardo.â
Hunter choked on air but managed to stay in his lane this time. âAnd you waited until now to tell me?â
âI didnât know it was him when I met him! He was on a motorcycle and I stopped to help film a tiktok and then-â
âOf course youâd stop,â he mutters, shaking his head. âYouâre a sucker for bikes.â
âYeah well, lucky that I am, cause all I had to do was flirt to get us those passes.â
Your intention had never been to take advantage of Daniel. It was more the opposite in fact; you were just living in the moment and capitalizing on the once in a lifetime opportunity to flirt with your celebrity crush. You had to admit, it turned out better than you'd ever thought it would.
âI canât believe you seduced Daniel freakinâ Ricciardo,â he says, shaking his head. âYou astound me.â
âI didnât seduce him!â You protest.
"Sorry my bad. You charmed him. That sound better?"
You roll your eyes. "Whatever. I damn near had a heart attack when I figured out it was him but he was kind enough to let me brush it off."
"Well, thank god for your two-wheeled obsession because without it, we would be watching the prix from the nosebleeds."
You laugh and shake your head. Hunter tended to have a poor filter when he was excited and tended to spew whatever was on his mind. "Just watch your tongue this weekend, alright? I'd rather embarrass myself than have you do it for me."
Hunter gives a mock salute. "Yes ma'am."
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You'd stuffed five different outfits in your bag in preparation for the grand prix weekend. In theory, it shouldn't be hard to decide what to wear. But Friday morning you changed clothes so many times you lost count. No matter what combination you tried you weren't satisfied.
Finally, you give up and settle on a McLaren polo and denim shorts. Simple and comfortable, but form fitting enough to catch Daniel's eye should you run into him.
You knew you shouldn't, but you pull out your phone to text him anyway.
Thanks again for the tickets. Let me know if you've got any free time so I can properly thank you!
You hit send before your brain has the chance to overanalyze the message. You check your phone obsessively the entire drive to the circuit, only half expecting a response. You tuck your phone in your pocket when you get to the gates, determined not to let it get to you. Daniel warned you he would be busy, and you knew that responding to you was likely on the low end of his list of priorities.
Hunter gets you to the circuit a half hour before they let fans in and you have to listen to him ramble about driver stats the entire time. Normally you don't mind; guessing who's most likely to win each Sunday is something of a competition in your household. But today, you couldn't focus enough to put any thought into your prediction, instead just blurting Daniel's name.
"You're only saying that cause he's into you," Hunter says, grinning savagely. "He struggles in Austin and you know it."
"So? He's in a McLaren this year. You saw his pace in Bahrain, and that was with a damaged floor! He'll podium for sure." You cross your arms and return his grin. "Besides, he's motivated."
"Oh, is he?"
"I told him I'd buy the winner of the United States grand prix a drink. Up to him whether it's him or Verstappen."
"Oh my god you have a date with Daniel Ricciardo?"
"Dude, chill out. It's not set in stone. Honestly, he's probably forgotten that I exist."
"Has he texted you?"
You glance down at your phone and are greeted with an empty inbox. "No. Not after the initial time so I could have his number." You shrug and pick an invisible piece of lint from your arm. "But he said he'd be too busy anyway."
"Guess we'll see once we get to will call, huh? If he's forgotten about you."
"Yeah." An odd feeling rolls through you. It feels a bit like nerves mixed with hope, but you stamp down on it. You were here to enjoy yourself. The trip of a lifetime had been handed to you on a golden platter and you were wont to let something as trivial as nervousness ruin it.
Bells chime as you step into the blissfully cool will call office. A blonde woman with a bit too much blush dusted on her cheeks greets you with a smile.Â
"What can I do for you?"
"Picking up some tickets that were left for me by a driver?" You try, unsure of the proper procedure. "I don't have a paper or anything."
She waves a hand in the air as if she expected as much. "All I need is your identification. They should be under the name."
"Oh uh, of course." You motion for Hunter to hand over your wallet and show the woman your driver's license.
"Great. Wait here and I'll grab those for you."
You drum your fingers on the desk while waiting for her to return. After what feels like ages she re-emerges empty handed.
"I'm not seeing anything here with your name on it," she says, her plastic smile at odds with her sincerity. "I'm afraid your tickets aren't valid until Sunday."
"Can you double check? Daniel said they'd be here-"
"So sorry. There's no record of anyone dropping tickets off for you."
You blink, holding your tongue in the face of her blunt response. "Okay. I guess ill try and get it sorted out."
Hunter breaks the tension. "Can't you call him?"
"I can't just call him, I'm sure he's busy."
"Either that or we don't get in. Just do it, he gave you his number and specifically told you to let him know if there were any problems, didn't he?"
Yes he had, but that didn't mean you wanted to disturb him. He was probably knees deep in some sort of race weekend press conference or drivers meeting and heaven forbid you interrupt. But it was either that or you slink home disappointed and empty handed.
"Fine," you grumble, pulling out your phone with deliberate slowness. Hunter crosses his arms and tips his head to the side, a smile playing on his lips.
"Well?"
"It's dialing, you good for nothing busybody-"
"I was wondering how long it would take you to call," Daniel answers, voice radiating sunshine.
You cut right to the chase, not giving yourself a single second to evaluate how your heart skips. "Look, I don't wanna distract you on a race weekend but I'm at will call and they're telling me they can't find any passes left for me."
"Let me guess," he starts, raising his voice to be heard over the pneumatic tools in the background, "You're dealing with Jenny?"
Your eyes fall to the name on the woman's lanyard. She shifts under your gaze like she knew exactly who you were on the phone with. "Yep. Spot on."
"Kinda figured she would be a problem. She's got a huge crush on me and does this every time."
You fight back the strange sensation his offhand comment brings to the surface. "Oh, really?"
"I'll be right there. Give me ten minutes or so."
"Oh you don't have to-"
"Hey, no big deal. I gotta go that way anyway."
"Uh, okay. See you soon?"
"Yup. On my way."
You hang up and stare down at the phone, stunned.
"Well?" Hunter asks.
"I guess he's coming here to sort it out himself."
He blinks rapidly and shakes his head. "Hold on. Are you telling me that I get to meet Daniel? Like right now?"
"Can you relax?" You laugh lightly. "Honestly you're gonna freak him out."
"Uh, yeah sure. No big deal, just meeting one of my favorite drivers in the minus five minutes and I'm completely unprepared. It's fine."
If you roll your eyes any harder they'd pop out of your head. "Relax. He's laid back, but I don't want you to freak out and embarrass us both."
"Excuse me," Jenny breaks in, her distaste clear. "Please move aside if you're not picking up passes."
"Er, yeah. Sorry." You shuffle awkwardly off to the side to wait. Cheesy elevator music plays and Jenny shoots you glares until the door squeaks open and the human incarnation of the sun steps inside. Your breathing stutters when the Australian shoots you a wink and a grin before sauntering up to the counter.
"Why hello there Jen," he says, and she giggles coyly.Â
"Hi Daniel." She lays a hand on his forearm, the touch light and flirty. "What can I help you with?"
Daniel leans into her, whispering conspiratorially. Whatever he says has her bold smile faltering, replaced by a mask of professional cheer. Daniel shoots you another wink as the woman retreats to a back room, returning moments later with your supposedly missing passes.
"Thank you," Daniel says sweetly, taking them from her and turning to you. "I think these are yours."
"Thanks." You take the passes and hand one off to your awestruck brother. You nudge him and he comes to his senses in time to shake the hand Daniel sticks out.
"You must be the brother," he says. "I see you're a fan."
Dressed head to toe in McLaren colors, there was no other conclusion for Daniel to draw. For once your brother is the one stunned into silence so you answer for him, "Yeah, only a little. He was crushed when you left Red Bull cause Max is his other favorite driver and now he has to split his loyalties between teams."
Dan's laugh snaps Hunter out of his trance. "I know you're busy but do you think you can sign something for me?"
"Of course. How about this?" Daniel snatches the hat from Hunter's head and produces a sharpie from his pocket, signing the brim with practiced efficiency.Â
"He'll be texting the group chat about that as soon as you're gone," you tell Daniel who laughs along with you.
Heat rises to your cheeks as Daniel's assessing gaze sweeps you from head to toe. "McLaren orange looks good on you."
Channeling his easy confidence you flash him a grin. "Not as good as it looks on you."
He smooths the hem of his soft shell jacket, smile turning bashful. "Anyway. I gotta run. See you Sunday after I win!"
Your eyes follow him as he jogs back through the paddock until he's swallowed by the crowd. You sigh, shifting your weight from foot to foot. God, he was gorgeous. And he had such a big heart. It was a shame someone hadn't snatched him up yet, but then again, that meant you still had a shot, even if it was a slim one.
"So where exactly do these get us?" Hunter toys with the lanyard now placed around his neck. "It doesn't say."
"I'm guessing the McLaren lounge," you say and point to the logo on the passes. "Above the garage."
"That's the perfect vantage point for practice."
And it was the perfect view- before getting in the car Daniel walked out into the pit, suited up in his cobalt racesuit and minty helmet and glanced up. You weren't sure if he saw you or not when you waved but he gave a little salute nonetheless.
Hunter was practically glued to the bank of floor to ceiling windows for the entirety of free practice, immersing himself in the experience. You found yourself glancing at the timing tables every lap, silently hoping to see the RIC tag move up. By the end of the second session he had been fourth fastest, a few tenths behind both Mercedes and the Red Bull of Verstappen.Â
By the time you make it back to Hunter's house, you're both exhausted from a full day of running up and down the paddock. The pair of you had been determined to soak up every second of it, sneaking into whatever offices you could and stealing bites off the buffets and cups of coffee.Â
Saturdayâs free practice and qualifying session pass in a blur of color. Daniel drags his McLaren up the ranks to qualify fourth, his best starting position so far this season. He had a decent shot at the podium- Bottas should be easy pickings and if Verstappen and Hamilton made any mistakes, Daniel might even have a shot at the win.
The excitement in the air is palpable as you both flash your badges and head back up the now familiar path to the McLaren lounge. An hour before lights out, the v6 engines rumble to life below. You venture out onto the balcony, watching and waiting for a glimpse of Daniel.
The Aussie does you one better by walking out, race suit on and helmet in hand. He chats animatedly with Michael before stopping and craning his neck upwards. Michael nudges him with his elbow but Dan ignores him, answering your tiny wave with a wink. He mimes taking a drink and you roll your eyes.
Dan throws his head back and laughs, audible over the cacophony below. He gives you one final salute before Michael drags him back into the garage.
Ten minutes later cars begin streaming out on track, Daniel taking the fourth grid place as his mechanics once again swarm him. Tire blankets are secured, keeping them warm and pliable ahead of the formation lap. Thirty seconds before the boys are released, they're peeled back off as everyone scrambles off the pavement. Verstappen leads them away down the 3.4 mile track for the formation lap. Dan does a few small power slides before taking his place on the second row.
One by one, the red lights illuminate and disappear quicker than your blink. Daniel gets away clean while Bottas stumbles out of the gate, leaving himself wide open for Daniel's overtake on his right side. Cheers erupt around you, your brother going so far as to lift you off your feet.
Maybe Dan had a shot at winning after all.
A nail-biting 38 laps pass without a change in the order of the top three. Finally, a mistake in Max's pit stop sees him return to track third, just behind Daniel. The McLaren driver puts up the fight of his life, late braking at every corner and defending his position for all he was worth. Lewis was twenty seconds ahead- he wouldn't be winning but he could defend his second place spot.
Lewis Hamilton, race winner for the seventh time at the Circuit of the Americas!
Daniel Ricciardo crosses the line second, Max Verstappen takes home that last podium step for Red Bull. An astonishing fifty six laps here today in Austin!
The box erupts around you, a roar of cheers making it impossible to hear what else Crofty and Brundle were saying. But it didn't matter as Daniel raises his fist when he swings back into parc ferme, jumping out to be congratulated by his team. It was his first podium for the papaya team and you can tell it means the world to them.
"Looks like you're taking Lewis out for a drink," your brother teases. "Told you he wouldn't win."
"He almost won," you counter. "But hey, I'm not above asking Lewis on a date. Could you imagine? I mean, he would never agree, but still. It would be a hell of a date."
If you crane your neck from the balcony, you can just barely see the podium. Everyone goes quiet for the anthems and erupts again when the champagne is sprayed. The McLaren team chant for a shoey, which Daniel obliges. He sits to unlace his mint green boot and pours champagne into it, drinking from the boot before passing it to Max who joins in on the fun.Â
Just as quickly as it began, the celebrations ebb. Daniel is the first to leave the podium which seems odd, given that the PR department surely wants his first big win for the team to be well documented.
Your phone buzzes a second layer. You fish it out of your pocket, a Cheshire grin splitting your face.
"Shouldn't you be busy celebrating?"
"I am," Dan starts, sounding breathless. You can barely hear him over the sound of the crowds chants behind him. "But I want to celebrate with you. I know I didn't win, but how about you let me buy you a drink instead?"
You barely hear anything beyond his first sentence. I want to celebrate with you. Were you dreaming? There was no way this was real.
"Um, I'm sorry, you want to celebrate by going out with me instead of your team?"
"If you'll let me. Hey- just text me okay? I can barely hear you over everyone screaming my name. It may be going to my head."
You laugh, drawing the attention of the vip's nearest you. You give an apologetic smile and move further from the crowd. "I'll text you an address. See you later, second place."
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Just finished Lain. Watched the last episode twice, which gently removed my heart from my chest and pulped it into a fine paste in a mortar and pestle. This hit much closer to home than I expected.
In my Lain epistemology post I somewhat flippantly made an aside that the series was only tangentially about Lain the actual character. By which I meant that my read on the series up until that point (around episode 8 or 9) was that each episode was teasing apart different aspects of the ambiguity of truth, knowledge, information, and communication, with the events of Lain's life being almost just a sort of example case study for how these concepts can impact someone on an individual level. Lain was framed in a kind of zoomed out way as an abstract avatar moving through these events without a whole lot of expression of her personal thoughts and feelings.
And then we get to the last three episodes.
It's in this space that Lain the 8th grade age girl with thoughts and feelings and wants and needs and fears comes into painfully sharp focus. The beginning of the final episode sums up and contextualizes what all of this has always been about.
Who am I? What is the real me? How can I tell what's real about me if everyone interprets it differently?
Do I even exist if other people can't see me?
The flippant bravado that I expressed in that post is the same attitude that Lain has been applying to her own very sense of self throughout the series, as just another arbitrary and moldable piece of information subject to interpretation with no inherent truth.
She effectively commits suicide by removing herself from sight, mind, and memory, of everyone around her. After all, if they have no knowledge of her, then she no longer exists. But what is lurking in the subtext of this finale is that she fails to consider that everyone she is cutting off is equally subject to this process. She imagines that without her meddling they are able to be happy. But that's all it is, imagination.
She doesn't exist to them anymore because she erased their knowledge of her, but it goes both ways. In doing this, they cease to exist to her, too. The image of the happy lives of the people she knew don't come from real observation or fact. It is something that she is imposing upon her memory or imagination of those people, which is only possible because she's removed herself from the possibility of being reminded just how complex and occasionally painful their lives will be with her or without her. In those scenes nobody misses her except in these brief fleeting moments where they remember some fond association with her, before moving on to their happy lives.
But this isn't reality. She isn't seeing these people. This is how she comforts herself, by imagining that everything is for the best without her, and nobody has to feel the pain of missing her. But that's not something she can know or control. The pain they feel upon losing her doesn't exist only because she has removed herself from where she might see it and have to acknowledge it.
Do I even exist if other people can't see me?
This phrase is taken to its literal extreme in the finale. But I think it's important to take a step back and really think about what this means on a more human level, especially when it comes to the kinds of struggles that everyone, especially kids that age, are dealing with.
That is to say, even if you literally physically exist and go about the world talking to people going to school eating dinner and so on, if there are parts of you that people don't know about, if there are things inside you that you can't express, you quickly come to the painful realization that to other people, that stuff just doesn't exist. Which means that whole side of you doesn't exist, according to the outside world. And if that side of you encompasses something important about your identity or your experiences, it's hard to not come to the conclusion that the real you, the entirety of your being, doesn't exist to them either. And when you try to tell them about it, or when they notice on their own, but they don't understand or perhaps outright reject it, hasn't some fundamental part of your humanity been erased? In this kind of environment it's easy to start doubting that any of it exists at all. After all, if nobody else will recognize it, you've only got your own word to go on. And that isn't always enough to trust.
And again, keep in mind that this goes both ways. I think Lain's sister is the clearest example which is given by the series. One episode she begins as a character, someone who has thoughts and a personality and so on. By the end of the episode she is reduced to the state that she will stay in for the rest of the series, blank-eyed and senseless. That fully fledged self she had still exists though. Lain just stops being able to see it, so effectively her sister stops existing for her.
Do I even exist if other people can't see me?
When you are isolated you can say anything about yourself. You can say you're nobody, or you're God, or perhaps something even wiser and greater than God. It can feel powerful to start writing your own existence and rationalizing your own isolation, the perceptions of others be damned. You can say well, my parents don't understand me and I stopped being able to connect to my sister, but who cares! Family is just arbitrary biology anyway! What if they aren't even my family at all, and are just plants put in place by a secret organization. I'm not lonely, I'm just seeking a greater truth, a conspiracy that only I can see! I don't make social mistakes, I'm not afraid of hurting anyone, that's the fake me running around out there! But it's not sustainable. Eventually life comes crashing down, whether it be in the form of interference in the material world, or if that mental state with all of its attendant self-spun narratives just finally collapses.
As with most things in this series, Lain's interactions with "God" are written in a very abstract symbolic way. But, the pattern that it follows seems very familiar to me as one of a predatory adult grooming a vulnerable minor. He alternates between gassing Lane up as the most powerful and important being who has ever lived, and then in the next breath saying that she's nothing. In peddling his conspiracy theory narrative of humankind merging with The Wired, of Lain simply being a powerful piece of software meant for Grand Purpose, he feeds into her struggle for identity and the need to be seen and understood by at once validating these feelings and how confusing they are, while reinforcing her isolation and his own dominant grip over defining the shape of the world and society.
When Arisu finds Lain living in filth and comforts her, that is one of the rare moments that the raw, vulnerable, material world Lain, weighed down with no pretenses, pokes her head out. That moment of genuine intimacy that she has been so hungry for this whole time is enough to allow her to retaliate against "God" when he shows up in anger upon being doubted. When Arisu reacts poorly to this sight, though, is when Lain makes her final dive back into her own walled off reality. For as much as she wants to be seen and held and comforted by this girl she loves, it is far more painful for her to have to witness and live with the feeling of rejection and guilt that came from Arisu's fear in the aftermath.
The final image of her father finally expressing the real tenderness she has longed for. The imagined future of Arisu dating her former teacher well into adulthood, because it's the only model of a relationship Lain has ever seen someone want, because her parents certainly don't seem happy, and she herself didn't get anything out of the boy who kissed her. The final statement, "I will always be with you". As with everything in the series, these can be interpreted many ways. But to me it reads unmistakably as the final moments before suicide.
In any case though, after all that, it seems fairly starkly clear why Lain resonates so strongly with trans people. Contrary to the old saying that all happy people are happy the same way, but all miserable people suffer uniquely, this path to despondence is depressingly common. It is the way out that is unique to everyone who finds themselves there. I hate to say it, although I feel very lucky to say that I have survived being in that place many times--which I think is proof that it is possible to get to the other side and make a good life, despite everything-- I think if it had ended any more neatly or more positively, it just wouldn't feel as honest. It captures the depth of that state of being. That's just what it's like. And as heavy as it is to sit with, I get a lot from being able to see something painfully familiar to me reflected in such a raw way. After all that, a happy ending would just feel disingenuous. I mean, that's my life, and any happy ending they could have written just isn't how it went.
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Three Nights (Unconditional sequel)
Night One
05/21/2021
Pairing: August Walker x fem!reader (3rd person)
Word Count: 1,457
Warnings: soft!August, fluff to smut (at least a bit), cockwarming
Summary: August has kept his promise to side with Hunt and his team against Lane. Now he is eager to check whether they kept their promise as well.
A/N:Â So here it is, the sequel to Unconditional so many of you requested. To prolong your enjoyment, I decided to split it up into three parts. We're starting out slow with the first one, but I promise there is much more to come.
If you like my story, you are very welcome to like, comment or reblog. Please donât copy, repost or share my work on other platforms.
Neither of them had spoken a word since they had gotten into the car at the airport. But now, as Hunt slowly brought the black coupĂŠ to a stop in front of a lovely little house, August couldnât hold back the question any longer that had been pressing on his mind ever since the moment the plane had left its point of departure.
âIs she here?â
He stared out into the darkness, trying to get a better look at his new home, but it was too dark to make out any details. There was a palm tree in the front yard, softly swaying in the breeze, and a small path that led up to the door, that was all he managed to identify in the pitch black. Not one of the windows was illuminated and there was also no other sign of life in the house. And the longer it took Hunt to answer, the more worried he became.
He was almost furious, lips pressed together in a tight line, when he pulled his eyes away from the house and looked over at his driver.
âIs. She. Here?â he repeated through gritted teeth. God, he wanted to punch that pint-sized son of a bitch so much, but just when his fist was starting to clench, Hunt nodded.
âHere are your keys and the code to deactivate the alarm system.â
There was nothing left to say, only the desire remaining inside of him to leave the car and finally begin his new life with her. But as usual he could count on Hunt to interfere with his plans.
âYou know, you really should thank her on your knees, Walker. If it hadnât been for her, I would have made it my personal duty to see that you received your just punishment. But Iâm afraid a deal is a deal and youâre a free man now.â
Kneading the keys in his hand, a rush of triumph settled in the pit of his stomach. And with a jubilant smile on his lips, August stated, âOh, the things you need to endure to save the world if youâre one of the good guys.â And with that he stepped out into the mild night air and waited until the car pulled away.
He inhaled deeply, taking in the salty air of the sea and the heavy scent of lavender as he made his way over to the front door. Smiling to himself, he remembered the last time he had smelled those fragrances and he couldnât help but wonder if this place had been chosen incidentally or if she had somehow succeeded in persuading them to pick it.
Careful not to make a noise, he let himself in, first disabling the alarm she had actually set like a good girl and then enabling it again for the night. He didnât know how often he had told her that she needed to stay safe and use the bloody alarm, but she never listened to him. She must be quite frightened if she decided to finally use it now. His heart clenched violently at the thought.
And so he didnât waste another second before he made his way upstairs.
It wasnât really hard to guess which room was the bedroom. Obviously, it lay behind the only closed door, for she couldnât sleep when the door wasnât neatly shut. Sneaking over, he quietly mouthed a profanity when one of the floorboards creaked violently under his foot. But as he finally pushed down the handle and stepped into the room, it seemed that she was still sound asleep.
She had chosen the right side of the bed for herself, facing away from the door - and from him. And so he rounded the bed, looking down at her sleeping form. Why did it have to be so impossibly dark tonight? He could hardly make out any of her beloved features that he had been looking forward to seeing again so much.
God, it seemed like an eternity since that morning in London. She had still been fast asleep when Hunt had come to get him, and he simply hadnât found it in himself to wake her. It had broken his heart to leave without looking into her beautiful eyes one last time, and so he had at least allowed himself to caress her soft cheek once more.
And as he recalled the memory, he found his hand drifting towards her face now as well. Overwhelmed by the sensation of her warm skin underneath his fingertips, he needed to close his eyes for a second to contain himself.
âDid they treat you right, my queen?â
He knew that she couldnât hear him and still he wanted to finally release the thought that had tormented him for so long. Of course he had been separated from her before, but never had he been forced to leave her in the hands of his enemies, not knowing if they would actually keep their word and protect her. A feeling he never wanted to experience again, and he would make sure of that.
Tenderly, he caressed her cheek one last time before he drew away. By the foot of the bed he discarded of his clothes in a hurry, leaving them where they landed. She would probably scold him for that in the morning, but he couldnât care less. He needed to feel her, skin on skin, that was paramount now, nothing else.
And so he dove underneath the sheets, scooting closer towards her warm form carefully until his chest was firmly pressed against her back. Possessively, his arm snaked around her middle, pulling her just a little closer, while his nose dove into her hair to inhale her sweet scent.
âYou know youâre lucky I can distinguish your footsteps from millions of others, my love. Otherwise I would have slit your throat the moment you set foot into this room.â
A deep chuckle rolled from his chest. âI shouldâve known you were awake all along.â Her ferocity sent a bolt of lightning straight down to his groin, and there was no doubt that she would actually keep her word should anyone else ever try to invade her private space without permission.
âNow give me that knife, princess. You wonât need it tonight.â
With a soft groan she turned in his arms, and despite the darkness he could clearly see the shine of the metal blade in front of his face. A pleased smile on his lips, he took it from her and disposed of it on his night stand without taking his eyes off of her. If he had, however, he might have noticed the white plastic object she had left there for him, to find as soon as he got home.
But he didnât, eager to be close to her. And so was she, wrapping herself around him as soon as he had settled in properly beside her again. With a hunger that hadnât been fed for weeks, her lips found his and she felt herself melting into him as soon as she could taste him on her tongue. Eagerly her fingers dug into his silky skin, her nails marking him as hers as she pulled a heady grunt from his chest. The vibration shot right down into her core, causing a wave of heat that spread through her whole body.
âI canât believe they didnât tell me when you would arrive,â she gasped at his lips.
âProbably for safety reasons,â he hurried to give back before he engaged her lips in another searing kiss.
âI missed you so much, Augie.â Her forehead leaned against his as she caught her breath.
âI know, my sweet angel. I missed you, too.â
He didnât know exactly what about his words had been so funny, but somehow they made her giggle sweetly.
âI can tell.â
And when he suddenly felt her hand around his hardening length, he understood.
âLet me take care of you.â
Her fingers had already started to move, pumping him just in the right pace and it would have been so easy to give in. But instead, he heard himself say, âNo. Itâs late, darling, and you need your sleep. But - â he was quick to add before she would start to pout, âI appreciate the effort. So, how about I let you keep daddyâs cock warm until morning?â
His sinful words alone were enough to make her juices flow freely in anticipation of being filled by him the whole night through. And as he pulled her closer to adjust himself, sinking into her with an agonising slowness, his exact choice of words left her wondering if he had probably seen the positive pregnancy test on his night stand after all.
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on my mom's grave
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âHow drunk do you think weâre going to get tonight?â Sophie asked, tipping back the last of a lemon White Claw as the two of them got ready for the night in her room.
âDunno. Iâm not really feeling it tonight.â
She paused, glancing back at him. âDo you not want to go?â
He shook his head and took the can from her, disappointed to realize there was nothing left. âNo, no, itâs fine. Iâm cool. Probably just wonât drink.â
âIs this about the phone call with your dad earlier?â
Rafe sighed, gritting his teeth. âItâs not - Iâm fine, Soph.â
She crossed her arms and eyed him over, trying to get a read on his body language. âYouâre sure.â
âIâm sure.â After Rafe tugged his shirt over his head, ready much faster than Sophie, he paced around the room for a few seconds before speaking up. "Hey, so...Sarah's getting presented at the annual deb ball in spring."
Sophie seemed unbothered, turning her back to him as she wrestled her way into a crop top to get ready for the night. "Those are still a thing? Cool, so you're going home for it?" She paused, glancing over at him in his polo. "Undo another button."
He did so, then rocked back on his heels with his hands in his pockets, trying to figure out what to say next.
She slowly turned back to him, realizing he was still tense across his shoulders. "What?"
Rafe rubbed the back of his neck, a tell-tale sign he was nervous and Sophie wasn't going to like what he was about to say. "Yeah...my dad wanted you to come home for it too."
"What? Ward? Why?"
"He, kinda, uh, wants you to be presented too?"
She just laughed, turning back to the mirror with her brow furrowed in slight concentration as she applied another coat of mascara. "Okay. Sure." But when he didn't elaborate, she turned back to him again, lips pursed. "Cameron. Tell me you told him no."
"...I didn't not not tell him no."
"Rafe."
He cracked under her stare. "I'm sorry, okay! Look, it's easy, all you have to do is throw on a pretty white dress and gloves -"
"A dress that costs thousands of dollars -"
"Hundreds, but - I'll cover you, obviously -"
"No." She turned back to the mirror, shaking her head. "Fuck no. I'm not going."
"Sophie." He nearly begged, stepping closer and running his hand through his hair. "Baby. C'mon."
"Don't call me that. No. I donât fit into that part of your world.â
"Not even for me?" He pleaded, giving her a half-hearted grin. He ignored her last sentence, knowing any argument he had for her point would be dismissed in two seconds. "I wouldn't ask you if it wasn't important, you know that."
She turned back to him with crossed arms, fixing him with a glare. "Do I know that?"
"Soph."
"Don't, Rafe." She warned, holding one hand out, but he stepped closer anyways.
"Angel. Please. For me." He forced a smile, tried cracking a joke. "I really don't want to have to call him up and get read the riot act."
She furrowed her brow and Rafe reached out and smoothed out the lines in between her eyebrows before he could stop himself, making her soften just a little. "If I were to say yes. What would I have to do?"
"Just wear the dress, attend a dinner, party the night before and party that night." He paused, thinking. "And stay at my house for the weekend. Be civil to my dad.â At her eyeroll, he fixed her with a more serious gaze. âMeet my grandparents. Hang with my sisters. C'mon, Wheezie adores you."
"You're lying."
"I'm not. She thinks you're cool. Sarah too, but sheâs less likely to admit it." He kissed her forehead, hands going to her waist. "Please?"
"It's that important?"
"I swear. On my mom's grave."
Sophie frowned immediately, reaching up to fix his hair. "That's not necessary."
"You'll do it?"
"...Yes." When he made a small fist pump, she fixed him with a glare. "Only because I love you."
âI'll go down on you every night for the next two weeks -â
She rolled her eyes at his promise, shoving lightly at his chest. "You basically already do that anyways, Rafe -â
"Okay, fine, I'll tie you up, something, anything, god, thank you, Soph. You don't know how big of a favor this is. I mean it." He sighed in relief, the tension draining from his body.
She ignored him, turning back to the mirror to apply lip gloss, carefully smearing the wand across her lips. âWhy does he want me to do this? I donât understand.â
âIs that the sticky stuff? I hate that stuff, it gets all over me when weâre kissing -â He started, then quickly shut his mouth as she flipped him off without looking. âUh, âto integrate you into our society.â Direct quote.â
âOh god.â She groaned, setting the lip gloss aside after applying it, then started searching through her jewelry case. âSo Iâm gonna have to be on my best kook behavior?â
He snorted. âSophie Flint, a kook. Not likely.â
âWatch it.â She pointed a warning finger in his face. âYou donât see anything weird with this? Your dad hates me.â
âHe doesnât hate you.â
âRose does.â
âThatâs not true either.â
Sophie raised her eyebrows, challenging him.
He shrugged, relenting with a sigh. âYouâre not her favorite person, no, but neither am I.â
âYou think this was more her idea? For Sarah to do it too?â
âNah, actually, pretty sure it was my grandparentsâ idea. Probably Granddad. My mom went through all this, soâŚâ
She turned her back to him and gathered her hair, offering the clasp of her gold chain to him. âYour mom was a debutante?â She questioned with interest.
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Rafe rarely ever talked about his mom - Sophie had only found out how she died from a newspaper article in the online archives, and hadnât wanted to bring it up since. All she knew was that Mrs. Cameron had passed away in a car accident when Rafe was fourteen.
Both Sophie and Rafeâs schools shared a building, despite them going to private academies, and overlapped for certain advanced placement classes. In freshman year, they were together for AP chemistry, with Sophie sitting proudly at the front of the class while Rafe sat in the back with a group of his friends, often cracking jokes at inappropriate times or throwing wads of paper at each other. Freshman year Sophie was the epitome of stuck-up - she resorted to insults instead of making friends and kept to herself, terrified someone might find out that she was on scholarship and wasnât truly meant to be there.
The day after the car accident, Rafe was unusually quiet. Sophie hadnât heard the news yet, it was barely second period and she wasnât looped into the trail of gossip like the rest of the girls at Greenville. They were partnered for an experiment that day - Rafe had groaned when he heard Sophieâs name after his from the teacher, and Sophie barely suppressed a roll of her eyes. She took charge right away, getting all the supplies and set up their work station without even addressing him. After a few minutes, she slid the small glass of solution to Rafe, raising her eyebrows. âYou can do the work too, you know.â
He was completely spaced out, only glancing up when she said something. âI wasnât paying attention.â
Sophie rolled her eyes, lifting a beaker and extending it to him. âYeah. I know. Just drop in 10 milliliters of the solution, itâs not hard.â
Rafe sighed as he rested his elbows on the edge of the table, rubbing his temples. âLook, can you just do it?â
She finally took note of the dark circles under his eyes, the way his shoulders were slumped, but misinterpreted it all. She smirked, taking on a taunting tone. âWhat, youâre still drunk from last night or something?â
He gritted his jaw, his entire body growing tense, and tugged at the collar of his polo. âFuck off, Flint. Not in the mood today.â
She recoiled immediately, setting the beaker down with a little too much force. âDonât be an asshole.â
âDonât be a fucking bitch.â He spit back, standing abruptly. She winced as the stool squeaked across the floor, drawing everyoneâs attention - as if they hadnât had it already. Kelce stepped over and went to grab Rafeâs arm, possibly pull him away, but Rafe just wrenched his arm out of his grip. âIâm fine.â He growled, storming out of the classroom without looking back.
After a few moments of stunned silence, with Sophie on the verge of shocked tears, their teacher cleared her throat and redirected everyoneâs attention, pointing one of the girls over to join Sophie instead. Molly made her way over, occupying Rafeâs seat in the space across from her. âPoor Rafe,â she murmured.
Sophie frowned, pulling her jacket tighter across her chest like a shield of armor. âPoor Rafe? What?â
Molly nodded, lowering her voice a little. âYeah, you didnât hear? Iâm surprised heâs at school, honestly.â
âI didnât...what happened?â
âOh.â Molly frowned. âUm. You know that winding road, the one that goes downhill toward the ballet studio?â
Sophie didnât, she didnât even have a clue - the ballet studio was on the entire opposite side of the island from where she lived, the height of Figure 8, and she hadnât ever had a reason to even venture that way. âYeah? What does that have to do with Rafe?â
âUm, well, it was pouring last night, and his mom was driving down that road. I heard she lost control of the car and wrecked it. There was, like, a drunk driver that swerved into her lane, but she tried to avoid him and hit a tree.â Molly told her, careful on the details.
âIâm pretty sure the Camerons can replace a car.â Sophie replied, not wanting Molly to confirm where she thought she was going with the story. She dug her nails into the skin of her thigh anyways, feeling anxiety bubble up in her chest.
Molly shook her head, slowly. âMrs. Cameron died, Sophie.â
Her heart dropped and she bit the inside of her cheek, hard. âOh.â
âYeah. Iâm surprised you didnât hear the sirens last night, I saw like eight police cars last night headed toward his house. I heard Sarah was in the car too, I think -â
âIs Sarah okay?â She couldnât concentrate on anything but her ears ringing, her heart pounding in her chest.
âOh, yeah, I think so. But god, how awful, right? The funeral is next weekend, Ward Cameron told my dad this morning. Is your family going?â
âUm...I donât know.â Sophie glanced toward the door, hoping to god he would come back through the door and Molly would confess that it was all a joke, that she hadnât just started something with Rafe on that day of all days.
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Rafe nodded. âYeah. âCourse she was. I think she really enjoyed it, actually, sheâd always tell Sarah when she was little about how pretty she would look in the dress, how important it was to learn the right etiquette and -â He cut himself off, realizing he was sharing too much, and deftly fastened the clasp before pressing a kiss to the top of her head, letting her step away. âAll that.â
âHuh.â
He smiled to himself, thinking about how his mom would let little Sarah play dress up in her old ballgown with gloves that went up to her armpits, wobbling around in high heels twice the size of her feet. His mom would tell Rafe heâd have to watch out for Sarah with her escort, keep him in line, and that when he was in college heâd be presenting a girl as well. But he was nine and didnât think of girls in that way quite yet, so he always scowled and left the room.
âItâs kind of cool, I think. The tradition of it all.â
âThe ball? Have you been?â She caught his eye in the mirror as she adjusted her top, not wanting to push for too much information before heâd shut down altogether.
âNo...I was gonna present Brooklyn at the one here in Columbus, sophomore yearâs normally when the girl gets presented, but. Yeah. No, I meant, itâs kind of cool that youâll be doing something my mom did.â He rubbed the back of his neck, meeting her gaze for a moment then looked away.
âYeah?â
âShe would have liked you. I know it.â
Sophie perked up a little, cocking her head. âYou really mean it?â
âYeah. She would have liked that you have an attitude with me.â He grinned when she turned back around and took his hand, tugging him over to sit on the bed next to her. âShe was always saying I needed to find someone to match my energy, keep me in check. I wish she could have met you.â
âI did meet her. Once.â
He perked up, cocking his head. âYou did?â
âYeah, I served her when I was working at the restaurant at the country club once, I was only fourteen. I remember she made some comment about me being too young to work and I told her I liked it. Then she asked my name, and I remember she seemed like she knew already when I told her.â Sophie nodded. âShe was really nice, left way too big of a tip and wrote my name on the bill. I always thought that was funny.â
Of course she knew, Rafe thought as he smiled to himself. She knew, because Rafe had come home and complained about a girl getting on his nerves every single week since seventh grade. She knew, when the complaints turned to âwhy wonât just be nice to meâ and his mom had quipped that Sophie probably liked him - he had scoffed and walked away. She knew, because his mom had come home from the country club and told him Sophie Flint was a much nicer girl than Rafe painted her to be, and Rafe had immediately turned bright red and been embarrassed that his mom sought her out.
âI like that.â She leaned into him, taking his hand to play with his rings. âWill your grandparents be there? At the ball?â
âOh, yeah. They sit on the board, Iâm pretty sure, itâs this gigantic charity event. Iâll introduce you, but donât worry, theyâre chill. Nothing like my dad.â He adjusted himself so she was comfortable, then pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
She chewed on the inside of her lip, treading carefully. âI thought your dad grew up on the Cut.â
âHe did. But my mom, no way. Kook through and through. Thatâs, uh, where a lot of my trust is from. After she died, um. She wanted to be sure me and Sarah were set.â He shrugged, ears turning red as he felt his throat getting tight.
Sophie frowned, feeling him closing off, and leaned closer to hug him, arms wrapped tight around his waist. âYou know you can talk to me about this stuff whenever, Rafe? Iâd like to hear more about your mom. She sounds like an amazing woman.â
âShe was.â He nodded, settling his arms around her shoulders and rested his chin on the top of her head, closing his eyes for a moment. âThanks, Soph. This is a really big deal to me, that youâll go. I know itâs not your scene.â
âLove you.â She murmured. âYouâd better buy me a pretty dress.â
He laughed, leaning back just enough to tip up her chin with one finger and kiss her. âYouâll be the best looking one there. I swear.â
âOh, I already knew that.â
âOkay, okay, big head -â
She swatted his arm, laughing as she ducked out from under him. âWatch it, or I wonât go -â
âI was kidding!â He exclaimed, wrestling with her for a moment before grabbing both her hands and pinning them above her head.
Sophie sucked in a breath, caught off guard. âWe are going to be late.â
âWeâre already late.â He pointed out, taking a moment to realize the lack of innocence in the position, then slowly smirked. âWe could be later. Theyâre not gonna miss us.â
âRafe.â
âSophie.â
âNo.â
âYouâre positive?â
She just gave him a look, staring him dead in the eyes and willing herself not to react when he leaned down with a grin and kissed the bridge of her nose.
âPlease?â
âFine. The ball or sex right now. You choose.â She raised her eyebrows, arching her back a little on purpose, pressing her hips up against his.
âThatâs not fair.â He frowned, immediately shifting his hips away and moving so both his knees were on either side of her instead. âThis is blackmail.â
âYour choice.â She reminded him, biting her lip for good measure.
He faltered, sitting back on her thighs and letting go of her wrists. âSoph, itâs - itâs for my mom. I swear. Not for my dad, Rose, anyone else.â
Sophie dropped the teasing act right away, propping herself up on her elbows. âRight, right, sorry. I wonât push it.â
âItâs alright.â He climbed off her, standing, and offered his hands. âFive bucks James makes some joke about us being late because we were having sex.â
âIâm not taking you up on that.â She rolled her eyes, accepting his hand and pulled him into a hug. âLove you long time, Cameron.â
He smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. âLove you too, favorite girl.â
âWhat do the dresses look like?â
âUh...white?â Rafe shrugged, tugging on her hand to get her to follow him downstairs. âI dunno. When we go home for Thanksgiving Iâll book you an appointment to get fitted, I think itâs at some bridal shop on the mainland.â
âSounds expensive.â She muttered, shaking her head.
âItâsâŚyeah. Itâs not cheap.â He admitted, then shrugged as she followed him out the door, starting their walk toward the bars. âIâll take care of it though. All of it. By the way, have you booked your flight home for Thanksgiving yet?â
âUm...no. I was going to look this week, itâs probably too late now though.â
âHm.â
âHm? Why, are you going home?â
Rafe nodded, not looking her in the eye. âTaking the plane.â
âOh. Of course.â
âThe plane...that no one else will be on...and itâs kinda ridiculous for you to waste money and carbon emissions on a separate flightâŚâ He tried convincing her, a small smile playing on his lips as she rolled her eyes.
âYou need to learn how carbon emissions work if youâre going to use that as an argument with me.â
âSo thatâs a no to sex on the plane?â
Sophie stopped in her tracks, confused. âThat wasnât - Rafe, what?â
âYou, me, alone on the plane. Sorry, was I not clear enough?â
âI didnât even say yes -â
âOh, so youâre going to leave me all by myself on our one-year anniversary -â
She raised her eyebrows, challenging him. âWhenâs our anniversary, Rafe?â
He raised his back, stopping on the sidewalk to face her. âOn my terms or yours? Because if weâre going with mine, itâs Halloween -â
âNo, I had to ask you to be my boyfriend, itâs November 18th -â
âThat is such an arbitrary thing, Sophie -â
âHey! Stop stealing my vocabulary.â She interjected, pushing at his chest. âItâs the 18th, because I had to ask you out.â
âOkay. Whatever story makes you happy.â He shrugged, laughing when she shoved at him again. âCome on the plane with me.â
â...Fine. Only because I donât want to miss our class reunion party on Wednesday night, Iâm pretty sure some people still donât believe weâre together.â
Rafe laughed loud at that, looping his arm around her shoulders and started walking again. âPretty sure Topper still thinks itâs all an elaborate lie.â
âDoes he know that we nearly hooked up in his room last winter break?â
âNo.â He grinned. âAre you forgetting that you had to sprint into his bathroom right when I was about to kiss you because of some tequila thing you had?â
She tilted her head slightly. âYouâre remembering wrong. That was sophomore year, before we were dating, I barely drank last year...you almost kissed me?â
âWhat? No, I think...remember, we were arguing over something, then you whispered in my ear to go up to his room and left. I went up a couple minutes later.â He shook his head. âI wasnât going to make a move, Brooklyn and I were together then.â
Sophie scowled at the mention of Brooklyn. âI must have been hammered, I donât remember any of this.â
âYou wanted me.â He smirked, trailing his fingers along her collarbone. âOne might say desperate.â
âNo, no. All I remember is waking up in Topperâs bed feeling like shit, I had some crewneck on from your academy.â She ignored the blush creeping up her neck.
âHow do you think you got there and got the sweatshirt?â He frowned. âI took care of you, Sophie. You really donât remember?â
âI think I blacked out.â She confessed, shaking her head. âYou took care of me?â
âOf course I did. Plus, I thought I was about to get some, I would have done anything for you.â He grinned, laughing when she shoved his shoulder. âReally thought that was the night Iâd finally win you over.â
âYeah, well, you can blame Sarah for her heavy pour that night.â She shook her head, smiling fondly. âI really wish I remembered that.â
âI wish you remembered too. Maybe you would have given me a chance before then instead of setting me up with Julia.â
âI - no! She asked to be set up with you, no, I did not instigate that at all.â She defended herself straightaway, cheeks flushing pink. âShe said if I wasnât going to make a move, then she was going to.â
âSure. Whatever you believe.â He teased, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as they arrived at the bar. âHey, Soph.â
She rolled her eyes, going to get in the winding line outside until he tugged her wrist back, pulling her to his chest. âWhat?â
âThank you. I mean it.â
Sophie softened, smiling as she rose up on her toes to kiss him. âOf course, baby. Iâve got your back.â
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young god | epilogue
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description: itâs been five years since the Miroh Heights murder cases came to a close â and five long, bittersweet years since youâd caught a glimpse of Han Jisung. Things in Miroh Heights have changed drastically since then â but when Felix sets you up on another blind date in an attempt to help you move on from the past, you realise that, once again, youâve signed up for much more than you bargained for.
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epilogue.
âSee ya, Miss l/n!â
You turned to wave back at the little girl who had called your name, her round eyes visibly bright from the waiting room of your clinic. Seven years old, front teeth just beginning to come in. One of her hands clutched a half-unwrapped lollipop as her mother held onto the other.Â
The first time you had seen them, the child had been unwilling to speak â bullied relentlessly at school, her mother had informed you through a veil of desperate tears â but now, her laughter filled the warm air, traumas that had once been etched into a too-young face already beginning to heal and fade.
Evening sunshine warmed your cheeks the moment you stepped out of the buildingâs doors, a light breeze rustling the papers in your hand as you quickly tucked them into your bag. âFive years of graduate school hasnât made you more organised,â Felix often teased you, and you would smack his shoulder in retaliation.
Five years hadnât changed your friendship in the slightest, eitherâand you had to admit you were beyond grateful for that.
As always, the city around you was humming with life: evening rush hour, with people darting here and there, frantically flagging down taxis and catching their buses. Usually, on days like these, you should have been hopping into the first cab home and collapsing like a corpse as soon as you reached your apartment. But today, you remembered with a sigh, was not going to be one of those days.Â
âHey, Doctor l/n!â
You whipped your head towards the voice, a smile spreading across your tired features as you saw who it belonged to. In a slightly jaded Mini Cooperâsecond hand, of course, but worked just like new â Yang Jeongin waved at you from the driverâs seat. Â
âIâm not a doctor, âinnie,â you reminded him playfully as he unlocked the passenger door and let you climb in.
âNot a doctor yet,â he corrected you, grinning. âBesides, âchild therapistâ doesnât have as much of a ring to it.â
You rolled your eyes, laughing, and waved at another one of your patients as Jeongin started the engine. âYou really didnât have to offer to drive me, you know â the streets are a nightmare during this hour.â
âItâs not that far,â Jeongin protested, âPlus, I barely get to see you now, youâre so busy.â You didnât have the heart to argue. The kid loved being behind the wheel so much, he made it seem like you were doing him a favour.
You watched Jeongin turn onto the main road, squeezing the car in between a van and a motorcyclist. He really had grown up over the last few years â his hair was darker now, remarkably sharp cheekbones overtaking his once-rounded cherub cheeks â but in some ways, nothing had changed at all. He still had that natural knack of brightening whatever room he stepped in â the Yang Jeongin effect, Hyunjin called it. And his heart was still too big for his own good: you remembered how he had adamantly refused to take the money Jisung kept offering him after the case had finally closed, and when Hyunjin had asked him why, Jeongin had simply replied, âAfter everything thatâs happened, it doesnât feel like heâs the one who owes me.â
On the other hand, Jeongin had been more than happy to take Prosecutor Kangâs compensation money instead, and had finally visited a car dealership with you and Hyunjin.Â
The moment he had seen the Mini-Cooper â a beat-up thing from the 90s that you were amazed was still running â the younger boyâs eyes had lit up. âItâs just...it looks like the one our family used to have, before...the incident,â he had explained sheepishly, making you and Hyunjin exchange a look. And so, after a fiery back-and-forth between you and the salesmanânot to mention a few sleepless nights at the mechanicâs â the rest was history.
The light turned green, and you spotted a photograph wobbling on the dashboard â a laughing child you recognised immediately as Jeongin. Behind him, a woman with a familiar wide smile had her arms around a man with eyes resembling a foxâs, with none of the slyness. âHowâs your dad these days?â
âMostly stays at home taking care of my mum, but he swears he wouldnât have it any other way.â Jeongin turned his head to you excitedly, as if a thought just hit him. âShe got out of bed a couple days ago, you know? The first time ever since my dad left.â
Your mouth fell open in a surprised smile, and Jeongin continued, âHeâs real excited he got to teach me how to drive, too. I think he feels like he missed out on a lot of things, like...walking me home from school. Teaching me how to ride a bike. Graduation.â He shrugged. His words might have sounded sad at first, but you could see the way the lines of Jeonginâs face were more relaxed now, at peace.Â
âMind if I make a quick stop?â Jeongin asked abruptly, and you checked your watch before shaking your head lightly.
âIâm still about twenty minutes early. Weâve got plenty of time.â
He turned onto a familiar street, and you rolled down the window as Glow Cafe slowly came into view. It was just as busy as it had ever been â even the cars were stalling by the curb â but Hwang Hyunjin spotted you almost immediately, waving through the glass window. Quickly hopping out, Jeongin popped the trunk open, and you watched him haul two crates of coffee beans into the bustling cafe. The once-famed âdelivery boyâ of Miroh Heights only really did deliveries for Glow Cafe now, after Hyunjin had offered Jeongin a position as a barista until he graduatedâand although he wasnât the best with his hands (or his memory, for that matter), Hyunjin didnât mind in the slightest.
âHim being here is more than enough for business. You should see the students flock in here every morning just to catch a glimpse of him.â The former barista snorted. âWhatâd I tell you? Theyâre eating him right up.â
They waved at Jeongin now as he jogged obliviously out of the cafe, Hyunjinâs laughs muted by the glass as he threw you a knowing wink. He had graduated himself, two years ago, officially inheriting the business after his grandmother had passed away. Glow Cafe had since come a long way, with Hyunjin always at the forefront of new design ideas and enthusiastically telling you about his plans to expand even more in the future. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
âGet this: âCEO Hwang, the most eligible bachelor of Miroh Heights,ââ Felix held up his hands as if picturing a giant headline, giving his signature wolf whistle as you burst into laughter and Hyunjin kicked the blond man in the shin. âOw!â
âHow did you even get into the press with those cheesy titles?â Hyunjin groaned.
âNot just âget into the pressâ, âjinnie,â you reminded him, giggling, âheâs the head journalist now!â
It was trueâwith his impeccable wit and seamless way with words, it came to nobodyâs surprise when Felix maneuvered his way to the top of the local press in a matter of years. The head of the press still loathed him with a biting passionâ âI can feel her glares all the way from her office,â Felix retorted â and rumour had it that the two seemed to fire shots at each other all day long. The image of a powder-faced, middle-aged woman bickering with your notoriously insufferable best friend made you laugh, but you also knew deep down that Felix always took his job more seriously than he let on. His eloquent articles had gotten his name out across the city in no time, and so you took comfort in knowing that â no matter how hard the head of the press bared her teethânobody could touch Lee Felix now.Â
Five years, you thought to yourself wistfully, eyes catching a familiar detectiveâs office as Jeongin drove past. What a trip down memory lane. Youâd seldom come by this part of town since then, and seeing the familiar buildings sent a flood of memories and mixed feelings stirring in your chest.Â
The well-loved Detective Bang, much to the disappointment of adoring students and professors alike, had moved abroad to a bigger cityâwhether he had been taken by a new precinct, or a new big case, you couldnât be sure. âRumour has it heâs doing undercover work now,â Seungmin had mentioned to you once in passing, âWe havenât heard from him in a while, but heâs making a big name for himself out there, thatâs for sure.â
The District Nine police station whizzed by you in a blur, and more of the prosecutorâs words rang through your head.
âMeanwhile, the chief of police keeps insisting heâs glad to be rid of him, but we all know he secretly misses Chan.â Seungmin had shaken his head, and you had smiled at the image of the stoic police captainâchief, nowâgrudgingly sulking over the loss of his best friend. Â
Jeongin made one last turn, and the narrow buildings opened up into the heart of Miroh Heightsâthe oldest part of town, where the roller rink, record shop, and the diner were. The sight of Miaâs Diner made you sink down instinctively in the passenger seat, and you couldnât keep the raw dread out of your voice as you let out a long sigh.Â
Jeongin gave you sympathetic look. âFor someone whoâs going on a blind date, you donât sound too happy.â
âThatâs because Iâm not, Jeongin. I donât even know why Felix keeps insisting on these. The last time I agreed to one wasââ you broke off before you could finish what you were saying, the unspoken words echoing in your mind. The last time I agreed to one was when I met Jisung.
Thatâs rightâthe last official blind date you had been on, you had met Han Jisung â and he had turned your entire world upside down. For years afterwards, you had told yourself that you wouldnât take that day back for the entire world, but now...now, you werenât so sure.
After all, how could you be sure of someone you hadnât heard from in over five years?
The rehabilitation centre didnât allow letters in or outâ you had learned that the hard way after your first letters had been sent directly back to your doorstep. Usually, they had told you, if things went well, patients could start correspondence again after a year or soâbut you had gotten absolutely nothing. Not a single word.Â
Five yearsâhe should have been out by now. He could have been anywhere, doing anythingâbut he certainly hadnât remembered to write or even call you.Â
Had he really forgotten about you?
âFive years is a long time, y/n,â Felix told you gently, after you had adamantly refused the blind date he kept insisting on. âPeople...change, and maybe heâsâmoved on.â
Moved on.Â
You didnât know how to tell Felix how much the thought of that hurt more than you were willing to admit, how this was the sole reason why you hadnât been able to go on a single date for the past five years. You didnât know how to tell him that Jisung hadnât left your mind since the moment he had disappeared from your sight, five years ago, in the corridor of that courthouse.Â
âIâll be waiting,â Jisung had said. And yet he was nowhere to be found. Meanwhile, Felix wasnât taking no for an answer.
âYouâre in your mid-twenties now, y/n. Loosen up a little, yeah? Youâre allowed to go on dates, for goodnessâ sake.â
âIâm hopeless, âlix. Iâm pretty sure the stray dog on the street has a more interesting love life than me.â
âMaybe,â Felix mused, âI think I saw it running around with a litter of puppies the other daâow!â
âYou okay? You look kind of sick,â Jeongin remarked, pulling you out of your thoughts. âGot everything you need?â
You resisted the urge to laugh. If only Jeongin knew how you had prepared for this dateâby mapping out all the ways you were going to end it as quickly as possible. Faking food poisoning? Check. Arrange a time for a friend to call you and pretend an emergency came up? Checkâ although Hyunjin had had a strange glint in his eyes when he had agreed to it. Worst comes to worst? Pepper spray, check. You let out a slow exhale. âSure. All set.â
You thanked Jeongin with a hug and hopped out of the car. Just as you began walking towards the diner, you heard him call out behind you.
âOh, yeah, Felix told me pass on a message â from him to you.â You turned back, and Jeongin gave a boyish grin that was half apologetic, half laughing. ââGo get âem, tiger!ââ
You gave an exasperated cry and yanked open the diner door.
ââââââââ
You were beginning to wonder if youâd been stood up.
Miaâs Diner was usually busy, bustling with students and townspeople alike, and tonight it truly was: booths packed with couples both old and new, laughter and the smell of food wafting through the warm air as friends and families celebrated the start of summer. The jukebox was on and playing an old disco song you liked but didnât know the name of, the checkered floor tiles clicking with the sounds of brisk waitressesâ heels and dancing feet.
You didnât know why Felix had insisted on coming here, of all places, what with the mixed emotions and memories you had tied to it, but you had to admit that the jovial atmosphere of Miaâs Diner on a Friday night never really disappointed. You found yourself relaxing slightlyâjust slightly, bobbing your head lightly to the music.
âMiaâs Diner?â You repeated incredulously. âSeriously, Felix, do you only know one date location? For the so-called âMatchmaker of Miroh Heightsâ, youâre sure lacking in the variety department.â
âEasy, tiger. Just trust me on this one, okay? Youâre gonna owe me one.â
âIâm notââ you began indignantly, but Felix continued.
âPlus, the poor guy in question hasnât been on a date in years, either. You both need this.â
âYears? Are you setting me up with a hermit?âÂ
âOh, yeah. A big-time loser, seriouslyâ but donât tell him I said that. Just â indulge him a bit, okay, y/n? I promise you wonât regret it.â
And so, for the second time, Felixâs schemes and pleading puppy eyes had gotten you hereâsitting at an empty booth, waiting for a blind date. He hadnât even bothered to show you a picture of the man in question. You couldnât help the smile from slowly slipping from your face as each minute passed, and you nibbled your lip anxiously.
Your date was thirty minutes late.
You peered out the window, at the lights of the town glowing a faint neon against the clear evening skies. Each time a car filled in a parking space, you sat up, craning your neck to see if it was himâbefore slumping back down in disappointment. Five years, you thought to yourself glumly. Five years, and you still had no luck with dates. Maybe you just had no luck with love, you thought dryly. You imagined Felix laughing later when you told him about it and sighed, a twinge of worry replacing the dread in your gut.
Had something gone wrong?
After turning the waitress away for the eighth time, you fished out your phone from your pocket, tapping on the foreign number Felix had given you. Zero new messages, zero missed calls. At least I can tell Felix I tried, you thought glumly. Maybe I should just call Jeongin again, and ask him to pick me up. And then you could drop by Glow Cafe for a bit, before trudging back to your apartment like a fallen soldier.
Just as you were punching in Jeonginâs name, feeling a sense of guilty relief wash over you, you vaguely registered the diner door swinging open beneath the lively music, and a pair of footsteps trying to shuffle past the dancing couples.
For a split second, you thought you saw a pair of tattered black Converseâlaces untied, soles wornâbut the mirage disappeared, and was replaced by a pair of dress shoes that eventually came to a stop at your booth. You sighed, fighting back the tears that had suddenly threatened to well in your eyes. Shit. This is not the time to be thinking about him. Why were you still thinking about him? And why on earth had you agreed to this?Â
You lifted your gaze, trying to muster up a smile, hoping your disappointment didnât show on your faceâÂ
And immediately froze.
âHello.â
Standing before you, looking almost like an apparition â a golden silhouette against the backdrop of the dim diner â was Han Jisung.
You had to blink several times to realise you werenât hallucinating again. He looked...different, and yet in some ways, he looked entirely the same: his hair was shorter, but tousled as it had always been, cheeks flushed and breathless as ifâas if heâd been running through a storm.
You felt your body moving before any intelligible thoughts could form in your head, pulling you forwards like a magnet until you were standing face-to-face, your shaky eyes darting across his features, not daring to believe what you were seeing.
All of a sudden, the glint in Hyunjin and Jeonginâs eyes made sense, Felixâs words replaying in your head as overwhelmed tears began welling in your eyes without warning.
âThe poor guy in question hasnât been on a date in years, either.â
âA big-time loser, seriously â but donât tell him I said that. Just â indulge him a bit, okay, y/n? I promise you wonât regret it.â Â
âY-youâare such a dork,â you stammered out, one hand weakly hitting Jisungâs chest as you felt the tears finally spill down your face. âHan Jisung, you are such a dââÂ
Your words were cut off when Jisung pulled you into his arms, his head falling to rest in the crook of your neck. Your shoulders shook with muffled sobs as you buried your face in his chest, memorising everything about this feeling, not wanting to take a single second for granted, memorising everything about him. Jisung no longer carried with him that scent of gasoline and fire â instead, he smelled faintly of lemongrass, and a hint of warm, fresh laundry.
âI missed you,â you finally whispered hoarsely, âI justâmissed you, so much.â
He chuckled in your ear, the low, familiar hum stirring faint, faraway memories in your head, and you gripped onto his shirt harder, as if he would disappear completely if you didnât hold on tight enough.
Jisung had found you in the crowded diner before you had seen him â just like the first time he had met you. And just like the first time, he had felt his breath hitch in his throat, hands hesitating on the door, wondering if he should turn back instead. He had watched you bob your head gently to the music, a small, tentative smile on your face.
You looked good â no, amazing. Different, and yet entirely the same. Kind, worried eyes catching him completely off guard, like the flash of a camera.
Just as bright.
Just as brilliant.
The truth was, there hadnât been a single day where he hadnât thought of you â of your voice, your touch, your laugh. Jisung had asked Felix for help the moment he had gotten released, but what he hadnât forseen was your reaction.
âShe wonât go on a blind date, mate,â Felix had informed him exasperatedly, âTook weeks of convincing. Good news, though â she finally caved. You sneaky, hopeless romantic bastard.â
She might have forgotten me, Jisung had thought. And even if you hadnât, you might not even welcome the sight of himâafter all, he hadnât been in touch since he had left, all those years ago. But in the end, the inexplicable pull in his chest had grown unbearable, and he found himself walking towards you, wading through the crowd, feeling the ache in his heart softening with each step he took. All the way back to you.
You pulled away slowly, vision blurry as Jisung lifted a hand to cup your face, never taking eyes off yours. He had grown in the time you had been apartâhe was taller, his once-lean frame strongerâand, most of all, there was a light in his eyes that hadnât been there before.
âHey, pretty girl,â he murmured softly, and you laughed in disbelief, âI think youâre my blind date.âÂ
âHowâw-whyââ
âI told you I wanted to do this all over again, didnât I? And I promised that I would try to do it right this time.â Jisung smiled apologetically, wiping your tear stained cheeks with his thumb. âIâm sorry it took so long.â
You shook your head, eyes widening when you saw what he had been carefully clutching in his other hand: a small bouquet of sunflowers, their golden yellow petals as tousled as Jisungâs own blond locks.Â
âApparently they symbolise new beginnings,â Jisung said, pulling a stray petal from your hair and chuckling, âKeeping promises. Eternal happiness. That kind of thing.â
âWhy didnât you write?â You whispered, as Jisung tucked the bouquet into your hands.Â
âI wanted to...to heal. In every sense of the word. I didnât want to show you, until I...knew I was really better. Believe me, I wanted to.â Jisungâs voice dropped to a whisper, as if he were fighting back tears. âI wanted to, so, so badly.â
You shook your head, mumbling something about how much of a stubborn idiot he was, and Jisungâs laugh made a hesitant smile tug at your lips. As if sensing the lightening atmosphere, the waitress had promptly appeared behind Jisung and meekly cleared her throat, setting down the menu. Jisung turned back to look at you, his grin growing playful.
âI hope youâre hungry?â
The diner seemed to come back to you all at once in a flood of senses, the music and murmur of restaurant goers sending a pleasant hum through your veins as you and Jisung sat down. The night went by in a warm blur, Jisung telling you about his life at the institute, the unlikely friends he had made, the dreams he hadnât realised he had.Â
âIâm going to go back to school,â he admitted, one hand rubbing the back of his neck shyly. âIâll be a bit behind, but...I want to study something I actually like this time.â
You had told him about how you had been working in a child therapy ward ever since you had graduated, about all the children you had met and loved and cared for. As you talked about them, you saw a wistful look in Jisungâs eyes, and a thought crossed your mind. âHave you heard anything fromâfrom Minho?âÂ
He gave a small smile, but shook his head. âRarely. It hasnât been long since he was released, but he said he was planning on going abroad. Doing some travelling. I think...heâll reach out when heâs ready.â He then added, as an afterthought, âAnd if he doesnât, I wouldnât blame him.â
The sad simplicity of Jisungâs words stirred a strange feeling you couldnât quite place in your chest, and your mind flashed back to the cold-eyed coroner and his stiff smiles; then, to the raw pain that had cracked through his strained features the last time you had caught a glimpse of him. Maybe you would meet again one day, or maybe that truly would be the last you ever heard of him.
Healing of the mind, you knew, was a strange processâone that always took much longer than you would expect. There were always scars that reopened along the way, old hidden wounds that surfaced right when you least expected them. There would always be answers you might never find, you mused sadly, closure you might never get.
But sometimes, you thought as you listened to Jisung talk, memorizing the feeling of his fingers interlaced with yours, sometimes we can only hope to hold onto what we already have.Â
The end of the night drew closer, and when Jisung and you had stepped outside the diner, the city was swimming in the dark ochre of the setting sun. Eventually, the two of you ended up back in the wide garden behind the hospital, your laughs and giddy conversation slowly hushing into softer murmurs. In the distance, the rush of cars on the main road grew sparser, the windows of the buildings around you flickering to life one by one like young stars. Here, though, as you rested your head on Jisungâs shoulder beneath a willow tree, the world seemed to stand still, and all was quiet.
You heard Jisung yelp suddenly and looked down to see a familiar dog pattering around your feetâa stray, with scraggly fur like an overgrown teddy bear that had been through the wash one too many times. It immediately pounced onto Jisung, beginning to lick your boyfriendâs face like no tomorrow.
âOof! Hey there, old buddy.â
You laughed, scooping the dog offâonly after it had gotten a few slobbery licks inâand shivered slightly as a cool night wind swept past you. Noticing, Jisung shrugged off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders as you raised a teasing eyebrow at the cliche move.
âIt looks good on you,â Jisung insisted, and you laughed incredulously.
âYour jacket?â You asked, ruffling the dogâs ears as it curled up at your feet.
At that, Jisung looked back up at youâseeing the faint outline of your smile in the dark, your eyes sparkling as you looked back at him expectantly, obliviouslyâand in that moment, Jisung wondered what he had ever done to deserve someone as perfect as you.Â
After a beat, he replied, âHappiness. Happy looks good on you, love.â
Your mouth parted in surpriseâboth at his words, and at the unexpected nameâand Jisung took the chance to lean in and kiss you, pressing his soft lips to yours. Gently, at first â carefully, but as you began to kiss him back, you felt Jisung slowly relax. You kissed him the way you had wanted to for so long, feeling the years of distance, of heartache, of endless waiting finally unravel beneath your lips. His hands reached up to gingerly cup your face, pulling you closer into him as if he never intended to let go.Â
Happy looks good on you, too, Han Jisung, you wanted to say once you pulled away, forehead still lightly pressed to his. And you deserve it, more than anything. You watched Jisungâs features come back into focus beneath the dim moonlight. His gaze was fixed on yours, filled with nothing but pure adoration, and you felt a sudden surge of warmth coursing through your chest.Â
I love you, you wanted to tell him, more than you could ever know â but something in the warm yet playful look in Jisungâs eyes told you that he was already thinking the exact same thing.
So you just smiled, and leaned in to kiss him again.
                         YOUNG GOD | END
ryu says: to you â yes, you, who has reached the end of this series! this epilogue is my way of saying a big thank you to those who stayed along for the entire wild ride that was young god. thank you for loving the characters, the world of miroh heights, and of course, the story! there are easter eggs and full-circle moments all throughout this epilogue, so i hope you enjoy and have fun finding them all ^^
disclaimer: in my opinion, all epilogues are open to interpretation: iâve left some charactersâ stories untold, some loose ends untied for this exact reason. miroh heightsâ story has finally come to a close here, but what happens to the characters from this moment on continues in the readerâs mind now.Â
all that cheesy, pretentious stuff aside, i hope to see you in the next story!
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Lifeline - Part 1
Summary: (First Responders!AU) Moving to Los Angeles and living with your brother, Thor, was never part of your plan nor was being a 9-1-1 dispatcher, but plans change when you are faced with your own emergencies. In your case, it was leaving behind a relationship that wasnât as perfect as it seemed. Will this be the fresh start you were hoping for or will your past find a way to catch up with you?
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Odinson!Sister Reader
Word Count: ~1800
Warnings: Car accident, angst
Lifeline Masterlist / Main Masterlist
A line ringing over your headset notifies you another emergency call is coming in. You cleared your head, preparing for anything, and clicked the spacebar, answering it, â911, whatâs your emergency?âÂ
âBro, that was insane,â the male voice said over the phone. âYouâre gonna be famous on YouTube.âÂ
âExcuse me, sir? What seems to be the problem?â you asked, letting out a sigh.Â
âMy friend is having trouble breathing, and his throat feels like itâs on fire.â
âWhatâs the address?â
â576 Rose Lane in Westwood.âÂ
You typed the address into your computer, signaling the nearest available unit to the caller's location. âFirst responders are on their way. Can you tell me what he was doing before this happened?â
âWe were doing the cinnamon challenge.â You rolled your eyes. âI thought it was harmless. Then, he was gagging, and then he coughed, and a puff of cinnamon came out of his nose. It was awesome; he looked like a dragon.â It's been a while since you got a call about an internet challenge gone wrong, but it's been forever since you got a cinnamon challenge one. You didn't even know that challenge was still around. âOh fuck!â
âIs everything okay? What happened?âÂ
âHe collapsed. Heâs not moving. Should I shake him awake?â
âHe probably passed out, but paramedics are only a few minutes away. Is he still breathing?â
âI donât think so,â he panicked.
âRemember to stay calm, Iâll help you through this the best I can, okay? Okay, now I am going to have to ask you to administer CPR. Do you know what to do?âÂ
âSort of. I learned it in health class a few years ago.â
âPerfect. It's 30 chest compressions followed by two breaths going to the rhythm of the song Staying Alive. You can do this.â
âOk---okay. Yeah. Right, right,â he mumbled. Hearing him set the phone down on the ground, he started counting and doing chest compressions.
The responding unit was about a block away, and once they arrived, you could hear the sirens coming through the phone call.
âOdinson, take over compressions,â a ladyâs voice commanded. âKid, come with me.â
âIs he going to be...â the line went dead as he hung up his phone. Â
You leaned back in your chair, rubbing your eyes. This wasnât anything new; when help arrives, people hang up, and you donât get to know how it ends, but maybe it was for the best. You sit back up, seeing your reflection in one of the many screens in front of you. At least, you knew most of the firefighters from Station 107 at the scene, including your brother Thor, if you ever wanted to know how it ended.
It's tough, taking call after call, emergency after emergency with little to no recovery time in between. Itâs a stressful job that is emotionally and physically taxing. It requires extreme focus, patience, and puts you under a certain kind of pressure. The pressure of wanting to help and do everything you possibly can when this person you never met puts their life in your hands. You never know what the outcome will be, but you try to help them get through what might be the scariest moment in their life. Itâs those calls, the ones you were able to save, that keep you coming back to work.
You stepped away from your command center and headed towards the kitchenette, spotting Luis rummaging through the fridge. It wasnât unusual, but it did always bring a smile to your face. It was hard to believe he was one of the dispatchers who showed you the ropes after relocating to Los Angeles three months ago.Â
âHey, Luis.â He turned around with a doughnut in his mouth, quickly removing it and shooting you a carefree smile. Â
âHey, Chica, get any weird calls yet? You know I love hearing about those weird ones, right.âÂ
âNothing out of the ordinary, but a guy called earlier saying his whole body hurt everywhere he poked. I told him to drive to the emergency room and get his finger looked at because itâs probably broken. Oh, and there was another cinnamon challenge victim.â
âAnother one, I thought that craze was over.â He shook his head. âBut I did hear about this crazy call that came in last night, right. It wasnât so much crazy, but one of those nuisance calls, you know what Iâm saying, the kind where youâre like, âwhy are you calling, this isnât an emergency type of situation?â Anyways, Cameron Klein took the call; you know the dude with the great hair, the kind you just want to run your hands through. It has the perfect fluff to curl ratio. I mean, I touched it once, and it was like a cloud. I asked him what products he used in his hair, and he was likeâŚâÂ
âLuis, how does this relate to the call?â
âOh, right. Sorry, sorry, sorry, so there was this lady caller, right. She was telling Great Hair how she couldn't leave her car because there was a hostile raccoon outside her door. So then, Great Hair was like why donât you go out a different door. And this caller says âyo I tried, but itâs like this trash panda can read my mind, right. He follows me when I move to the other side, and heâs like crazy, stupid fast like a rocket.â And here comes the best part, Great Hair was like, âHey girl, you better run fast then,â and hung up,â he beamed with a slight chuckle.
âOh my god, people really need to learn what an emergency is,â you chuckled, shaking your head.Â
âYou know thatâs right, but duty calls.â He tilted his head towards the door, carrying two doughnuts and a huge mug full of coffee.Â
âLater, Luis.â
Years ago, you never would have imagined you would be working as a dispatcher in Los Angeles. You preferred helping people hands-on, which is why you became an ER nurse. It was the feeling of never knowing what was going to come charging through those doors next that excited you. But being a dispatcher gave you a whole different kind of thrill because you could only use your voice to help.
The rest of your shift flew by until you were on hour eight of your ten-hour shift. A pileup involving a semi jackknifing on the highway forced a huge collision of cars. All the units in the area along with a few on the outskirts came in to assist. It was the same call coming in multiple times, and all you could say was help was already on the way.
â911, whatâs your emergency?â
âSend help,â the woman cried, telling you her address.
âMaâam, I am going to need you to tell me what is going on?â
âA power lineâŚa power line fell into our pool, and my daughter is trapped on her unicorn floaty in the water. I donâtâŚI donât know what to do.â
âStay calm, maâam. My name is YN, and Iâm dispatching a unit to your home now.â You switched lines to the highway accident, getting on a line with Captain Danvers from Station 107, who was sending three individuals to the scene right away. You switched back to the caller. âOkay, I will need you to stay calm. What is your daughterâs name?â
âMorgan, sheâs five years old.â
âPlease, whatever you do, make sure Morgan stays on the floaty because it is protecting her from the water. There is a good chance the power line is sending more than 5000 volts through the water.â
âOkay, okay, I can do that, â the mother breathed. âHoney, please stay on the tube.â
âI'm going to try to get in contact with the power company to turn it off.â You looked up the power company in the area, and someone slid next to you. You glance over, seeing Bruce get to work on calling the power company. You nodded at him, staying on the line with the mom. âMaâam, has help arrived yet?â
âNo, but I can hear the sirens.â You peeked at Bruce, but he shook his head, still trying to get a hold of the power company. âThey are coming through the back gate now.â
âMaâam, can you hand the phone to one of the firemen?â You bit your lip, studying the layout of their home on one of your monitors. There were flowers all over their backyard, and you got an idea.Â
âHello, this is Fireman Rogers.â
âHi, Fireman Rogers. This is 9-1-1 dispatcher, YN, how is it looking there?â
âWell, on the drive-in, we saw that a truck hit the power line pole, which caused the pole to fall into the pool. The driver isnât in any serious condition, but one of our EMTâs is looking him over,â he informed in a deep voice. âThen, we have a pool vibrating with energy, but I assume you already know that part.â
âDo you have a plan in place? We are still trying to get a hold of the power company.â
âThere are a few more floaties by the pool. I could ride one over to Morgan and pull her to safety?â
âReally? Where did you get that from the macho man handbook?â
âI donât think that book exists, YN,â he added, making you scoff.
âI may have an idea.â You narrowed your eyes, playing out the idea in your head.Â
âWhat did you have in mind?â
âI can view the whole home on one of my monitors, and there are a ton of flowers. So, I can only assume a garden hose must be nearby.â
âYup, I see it.â
âOkay, perfect. Grab the hose and cut off the metal ends; it's rubber, so it won't conduct electricity. Then, have you and another fireman take the hose and walk along the opposite sides of the pool. Have Morgan grab ahold of it and carefully pull her back to the edge."
âThatâs genius, YN. Thanks for your help,â he acknowledged, making you crack a side smile. Few people said thank you in this job, but when they did, you appreciated it. âHereâs your phone back, maâam.â
Morganâs mother's breath was shaky and staggered through the phone. She was scared and had every right to be. If you were in that situation, you would be, too. âOh my god, itâs working. Itâs working,â the mother shouted into your ear. âAre you okay, honey? Are you hurt?â
âI am okay, Mommy,â Morgan replied before the phone line went dead.
You smiled at yourself in one of the now blank screens. It was these moments why you loved what you were doing; a happy ending. Some calls never get a happy ending, but when they do, those are the ones you try to remember when a stressful call comes in.
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AN: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. There is a long way to go and I promise things will definitely get more interesting. This was just a quick intro to some of the many characters that will make an appearance/cameo. Comments always welcome! Thanks for reading and I hope youâll stick with me!Â
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if you read this entire ask post you deserve a gold star and financial recompensation
Um, Obviously because when youâre adopted by a white guy you automatically become white duhhh
this is about this post lmao and yeah youre absolutely right, you have to hand your poc card in when you get adopted by a white guy.
Do you think Cass would listen to Yanni, the YouTube channel epic symphonic rock, or some other stuff? There's some cool mashups but idk if that's up your alley, I kinda feel like I'm pushing it with my weird taste of music by recommending an orchestra cover of metal, but i just love that sort of thing and mashups :P @harvestyourcherriesÂ
i havenât heard of that? but in my personal (correct) opinion steph listens to classical music, and then both modern and older, and then also stuff like black sabbath, iron maiden, but also hardrock and hardcore. i like the idea of cass just liking the most extreme screaming songs full of noise and then also listen to pachelbelâs 370th sonata yanno? THANK YOU for the rec tho
speaking of ur cass playlist hc...reminds of the time (yesterday) i found 2 playlists randomly on spotify from the same user. one was abt 3 hours of instrumental/classical "dark" & "nostalgic" music. the other almost 11 hours of nothing but hardcore bass/synth/electronic music. just an incredible tightrope act to put on in public. the synth one was also called like "psalms for synth sluts" which is Also incredible
tbh i LOVE synth SO MUCH like for no reason at all but then also cannot handle a poppy electronic beat lmao. but this seems like the kinda thing iâd do but just in one (1) playlist bc i just sort songs by vibe instead of genre? thatâs how i end up with britney spears and billy ray cyrus in the same playlist.Â
Oh, I want Kate Kane playlist next! It would be amazing if you could do one when you have time and will đ
how rude would it be of me to just say no? like sorry kate but idk you and also you seem way too keen on the us military for an institution that homophobically targeted you? (and also commits war crimes) but letâs unpack the fact that the institution that caused the death of your mom and sister and also got you blacklisted for being gay is still one you align with???
'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' --- when i tell you i fucking screamed LOL!!!!!!! i can imagine the cameraman not knowing if he should cut to commercial or keep it on these two weirdos fighting on stage (bruce definitely ruffled dick's hair/noogied him right??Â
about this post but yeah lmao. this cameraman just turns to like the audience to get a reaction and itâs just multiple moments of CLEAR shock.
you are the only funny person on this hellsite
how egotistical is it for me to say that i get this ask multiple times a month? bc it literally happens so often itâs hilarious to me.
Wish there was more john/Bruce content đđđ was so hungry I actually looked at canon media đđđ (Justice League Dark babeeeyyyyyy)
check out batman: damned for some mediocre content but at least itâs john/bruce (also very interesting story and stuff, just got very >:( over this weird part where harley quinn tried to r*pe bruce or something? itâs not for everyone)
dick grayson but he's nicki minaj
his anaconda donât want none,,, unless......Â
Dick Grayson was never a cop, he played Marshall on Paw Patrol
you are SO right. also paw patrol is a fucking good show idc. that shit couldâve been the new steven universe on this hellsite.
https://www.instagram.com/p/CS1lI0bLI7-/?utm_medium=copy_link
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why do people keep reposting my CONTENT. if you are not funny yourself donât just grab shit off of tumblr and post it on insta,,, get a life. sidenote: should i start an insta and get all these ppl to take my content down that would be funny as hell.
Might I suggest for a Gotham City Meme: something about the true crime fandom thirsting for the rogues gallery
ok can i just say something slightly controversial?? no? i donât find true crime ppl who are into criminals funny, that shits disturbing irl im not gonna bring that into my very chill universe.
i may have never seen a 'jason cleaning guns in sink' fic but i do know he WOULD
THANK YOU
bestie im sorry to say this to you but while you can, and people do wash their guns in the sink, that is a lot of lead in a very vital part of the kitchen.
people tend to do it in the bathtub.
WHY???? like damn why do you even have guns
i dont think i read many gun sink fics exactly but i have read lots of fics where jason cleanes his guns in the living room. usualy dissembles them and cleans them with a rag i think
lmao fair enough, like i think thatâs a large part of what i remember as well.
if you say you've seen/read gun sink fics I believe you. I think those of us who didn't see them are lucky or maybe didn't search for fics by tags or something idk
i mean ive never sought them out but i HAVE seen them,, like definitely i know almost for certain.
saw your tags and I'm interested in Steph/Kara now. They would be the most chaotic couple <3
literally thoooo, i have a wip where they get together in a zombie apocalypse and like UGGGHhhh i am so in love with them.
I am the Breece anon. Thanks for the recommendation; am reading now. Iâve always been a hardcore Superman fan because I love my pure himbo farm boy. My logic is, if one Bruce is a Broose, then multiple Broose are a herd of Breece. And this is a hill upon which I will perish.
fair enough,,,, like moose, meese, goose, geese, bruce, breece. i get your logic and i stand by it as well. (glad you enjoyed the comic recs!!!!)
It's a beautiful day in Gotham, and you are a group of horrible Breece
OH my god dude lmao
there only being 42 fics on ao3 for tim and bernard is honestly so sad i need more
itâs like twice that now!!! we did it lads. (tho very sad that my fic isnt number one but like number 4 :((((Â )
i'm too late you already did the poll lol but may i suggest bethy (bernard + timothy)
shit dude that wouldve been so fucking funnyyyyy. think ppl have just stuck to timber tho, tim/bernard kinda died down recently and i think itâs too bad, theyâre a great couple and i love them.
Wait, hear me out
Bernothy @redlightofdawn
great recommendation (lmao this ask is from like a month ago) but very sorry to announce that NARDTH is the superior shipname
Wait, we know that bernard likes milfs (Tim's step-mom) but what about dilfs? gilfs?
Wait no, I regret sending that ask
these were two seperate asks and theyâre HILARIOUS. in my personal opinion tho,,, milfs, gilfs, dilfs are just about vibes and bernard is just attracted to sexy ppl who may sometimes be milfs, dilfs, or EVEN gilfs.
crime in bludhaven would drop to half if nightwing had a boob window. in this essay i will-
WHEREâS THE ESSAY ANON, WHEREâS THE FUCKING ESSAY
Wait if Barbra and Tim r at opposite ends at all times what happened to Barbra once everyoneâs Timâs ever love before started dying lol
she won a lottery ticket and spent 2 weeks on a resort in the bahamas before returning home and finding out that the joker was arrested for tax evasion and then spent a month staying at her big tiddie goth girlfriendâs house before conner came back to life and she broke her pinkie playing table hockey.
Why is the opposite end thing so funny and compelling to me. Tim comes back from his depression quest for Bruce and Babs is now a literal god
lmao when tim loses his spleen barbara reaches nirvana.
Are you still taking music recs because I have three songs that remind me of Jason that I think you'd like
send to me or lose a toe
đ¸ â put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. itâs time to spread positivity! âđ¸đ
thanks, i wont tho on account of i wont.
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This is the whole of BlĂźdhaven and everyone anywhere.
Nightwings ass alone saves more people in a calendar year and does more for so society than most heroes do their whole career.Also u are one of the funniest tumblr pages out there. The vibes are unmatched and the memes and tags â¨send meâ¨.Thank u and goodnight @julia-flowÂ
fanksss also lmao.
That's going to be a little bit difficult to explain, but
There's some music that you listen to and you think, "oh my gosh, I can perfectly imagine Dick Grayson singing this song, with the same voice as the singer because that voice matches with Dick Grayson"?
oh yeah totally lmao. i have a lot of songs that i think are just entirely dick grayson yanno? kind of all of my playlists have that vibe, but i really find bleachers to fit with dick? idk.
"Lois lane/Superman" fics this, "Lois lane/Clark Kent" fics that, (/lh) let's get into the real good stuff. Some people ship Lois, Clark, and Superman as a throuple. Most popular fic tag for sure
yes totally, i think theyâd be absolutely killer on ao3 and clark gets so fucking embarassed about it.
I miss your post, hope youâre doing okay!!
haha this was like 2 months ago, but i was doing fine then too! just didnât have a lot of inspiration in terms of content.
Doot doot!
noot noot
Iâm confused. What did DC do now? Like with nightwing? And another sibling? Please spoil everything for me
lmao they gave him a secret sister plotline where they had his dad cheat on his mom with tony zuccoâs wife, bc dickâs life wasnât traumatic enough yet.
sorry but it's so funny that batman is called "the dark knight" when the gotham city baseball team is called the gotham knights. it'd be like if a vigilante was running around new york called like "the scary yankee"
lmaooo no. but like yankee comes from dutch names or something so wouldnt it be HILARIOUS if gotham knights came from like german names and bruce would be running around called the dark KLAUS UND NIEK @graysonnightwingÂ
(not a batcest shipper) itâs so funny to me that the responses are âiâm a batcest shipper because i can differentiate fiction from reality and and it doesnât bother me personally, but i understand why you oils think itâs weirdâ to âi wish all batcest shippers a very fucking dieâ
yeah lmaoo. i personally basically flipped my entire stance around to âi dont care please leave me and everybody else aloneâ bc i think thereâs really no point in starting a moral dillema over some fucking fandom bullshit. Please just,,, go home,,, log off, find a nice forest to have a little walk in and remember that somewhere in history, somebody probably died in the place youâre standing. and you will also die someday, and somebody will have to look at your internet usage and see you fighting multiple people anonymously while being named ânightwingsbuttchin200186Ⲡlike... calm down, weâre all gonna die this is not the thing to worry about.
so since like "wards" don't really exist in modern society almost all the batkids are foster kids, right? i used to work in the system and imagine: monthly visits from social workers and guardian ad litems, bruce having to get permission to take the boys anywhere out of state, calling their social worker at like 8 a.m. like "yeah dick broke his arm again... a gymnastics accident this time...." their poor social worker. bruce send her a huge bouquet and box of chocolates every month to stay on her good side
i imagine the social worker just getting into the case like âyeah letâs get this kid a good guardianâ and then ending up having to work with 22 y/o bruce wayne and his 50 y/o dad. and so this social worker is like âokay we can work with this, this is the best home i can findâ and then like it ends up landing on its feet and then the kid gets adopted and then they get a call a year later like âuhm so hi, this kid tried to steal my tyres can i adopt him?â and like 3 years later. âokay so basically, my neighboursâ kid imprinted on me and now theyâre dead, can i keep him?â two years later itâs like âokay so this assassin child-â
ever since I saw that one post of yours, the meme that's something like "I know that abba's backup dancer got me" with a picture of discowing, I've been haunted. Every once in a while I'll be minding my own business then the image of abba's backup dancer dick grayson aka nightwing aka discowing will flash in my mind and I'll be frozen in place. Today at work I was in the middle of folding clothes and suddenly once again discowing entered my mind and I suddenly lost the ability to see anything except He. Thank you.
wow. the IMPACT.
Braver than any US marine man props to youđ¤
this shit is about the time i wrote an article on batcest, like man,,, the fact that i didnât get cancelled is MIRACULOUS. also like,,, uh if anybody on here did gossip on me,, send screenshots iâd love to see it.
Hello, just wanted to say your article was great. Thank you for taking the time to provide an unbaised answer. It should provide people with nuances they couldn't possibly conjure on their own.
May I ask where your username originates from?
yes you may (also thanks!!!) i thought it up when i was trying to find an original username bc i didnt want to be called like âtimdrakes something somethingâ or âjason todd something smoethingâ or âdick grayson something somethingâ yanno? so i thought batarangs, they sound so dumb and thatâs my username story... now itâs my whole entire brand lmao.
yno that bit in kick ass where red mist asks kick ass if he wants a hit of his blunt, was that the inspo for stoner tim
no? itâs bc i think stoners are hilarious and drugs are great. (dont do drugs tho)Â
How would u feel if someone actually wore one of those bruce or ollie pride shirts u edited
fenomenal next question.
Dick as lil huddy and Jason as James gave me radiation poisoning and now Iâm screaming crying throwing up so thx for that
(Rico suave as Tim is perfect tho literally no changes needed)
i was so funny for that shit wasnât i??? lmao i loved those weird ass fancasts
You're doing the Lord's work by providing us with all these Gotham/Metropolis citizens memes, thank you for being so relentlessly funny @nellethiel-aranel
youâre welcome!! i really enjoy making memes, but getting validation for my content and my memes is REALLY nice.
Bruce is such a slut in your memes and honestly i love that for him @rhodey-rhudert-rhodes-mainÂ
heâs that much of a slut irl too dw.
Bruce and Alfred have an emergency pride flag for the batkids. Oliver Queen printed an emergency "I love my gay son" t-shirt and as soon as Roy told him he was dating Jason, Oliver started wearing that shirt everyday and Roy always cringes when he sees it. Oliver also has an emergency "I love my lesbian daughter" shirt just in case for Cissie.
lmao YES i had a post like this bc like all of their kids/family members are so gayy
stop bringing back batfam fancasts it is not real it is not real it is not- đđđđđđđđđđđđđ
oh yes it is my darling.
did discowing burn down the notredam because he hates the bees? @allulily
no he did it bc fuck the french.
im gonna beg for 1 thing and 1 thing only. please please please put physical by olivia newton john on dick's playlist
okay then beg. bc i wont. physical reminds me too much of glee and that hurts me mentally.
your playlist is sorely missing some Madonna. Specifically Into the Groove, Like a Prayer, and Vogue
iâm scared of madonna thatâs why sheâs not on there. she haunts me in my dreams.
suggestion: son of batman by aaron dews for dickâs playlistđ¤Š
sorry, i listened to it and the vibe didnât agree with me.
Hear me out, metropolis citizens sending rare pair fics of Clark Kent x Superman fics to Lois to edit
yes, absolutely hilarious. even more funny if they send like physical copies, no address attached and lois sends it back marked with red ink, SOMEHOW
Imagine all the smut Clark must of read editing the fics
clark reads smut confirmeeed
NOT LOIS READING SUPERBAT PORN AND EDITING IT A 2AMÂ
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
hc that alfred is a meta that boosts healing factor of the people around him. if the bats are injured as much as they seem to be they would be doing bat stuff MAYBE half the year. no one including alfred knows about this. whenever the kids move out they inexplicably dont recover from injuries as fast and feel better whenever they visit the manor they just chalk it up to homesickness. bruce just thinks he heals really fast. alfred thinks everyone doesnt take care of themselves properly @finchcollector
thatâs actually such a great idea, but i think that alfred would find out and learn how to concentrate it better so he can help more people, bc heâs great and i love him.
One of your dickfast posts reminded me of that tweet that goes: 'so you've had sex how many times? Yeah technically that's not a bromance' lol that's dickwally or dickroy
literally tho. like thatâs all of dickâs friendships. once it gets past a certain time dick is like âwow i wonder what it would be like to make out with wally, wally come make out with meâ and wallyâs like âweâve done this like 40 times, dick, you know what itâs likeâ and dick is like âsorry are you complaining?â and they just make out.
superfam and batfam associations??
-batman and superman
-dick/barabara and supergirl?
-conner and tim
-jon and damian
pls enlighten me I am confused
nope,,, uhm batman and superman, but dick and superman as well, and then conner and tim, jon and damian and steph + babs with supergirl
I came across a fic in which Wonder Woman calls Batman "Stella" (like Stellaluna, the children's book) and I can imagine the batkids hop on the trend and maybe copies of the book appear at random places (aka, everywhere Bruce frequents)
sorry canât reciprocate that was the name of my high school chemistry teacher and it gives me nightmares to think about.
good human what are your pronouns?
wouldnât you like to know?
I need me some gothamites preferring harley over joker memes
everyone prefers harley over joker youre just very fucked up if you dont
don't understand why people try to add like veteran policy to the batfamily
dick pulling out his veteran batfam member card so he can eat first: step aside, peasants
Do you know the song Simmer by Haley Williams? It (the first verse anyways) reminds me of Jason? It's about rage.
damn yeah i LOVE HAYLEY!!!! youre right thoo
Okay so I like listen to your stoner Tim Drake playlist 24/7 but would he listen to skegss? Also I keep adding songs mentally itâs killing me đŠâđź Anyways,, I literally love and worship your playlist đđ¤đź And uh yeah have a good day â¨
stoner tim drake playlist is lyfeeee. also dont know who skeggs is? iâm stupid? have a good day!!
All the Robins (and Batgirl) decide to trade costumes for one night just to fuck with Batman and all the villains in Gotham. @subspacecadetÂ
batman knows itâs them youknow but like,,, what does he call them? heâs like âred hood?â and 3 people answer and heâs not about to compromise some identities so heâs just Pissed.
I aspire to treat cops the way my dad treats them. This man is a 45 year old Asian immigrant to the US and the treats them like his pets. He talks about them like unruly children. Sometimes he pays off local cops to shut up and stop acting racist. And usually it works. I donât know why but I can see Oliver Queen doing this
vibes... and also yes? oliver queen handing a local cop a donut to shut the fuck up lmao. but yanno i commit enough crimes to not really want to ever see a cop ever, so they kinda scare the everloving fuck out of me.
seeing as tim hasn't aged in years, that means he was 17 at peak emo tumblr era. im back on my emo tim bullshit and im not letting it go
emo tim had a wattpad account send tweet
People seem to think that batman is so dark and serious when the rainbow batsuit is right there. He wore it with no shame.
dude the 60s were a DIFFERENT TIME
dick grew up in a circus, jason grew up on the streets, and tim was probably raised by the internet
all of them cuss every other word and you cannot tell me otherwise
bitch i KNOW but dc has to change to an 18+ rating if they want to sell comix with swear words in them so we gotta deal with imagining the swear words in ourselves
thoughts on teen titans and young justice
havenât seen teen titans on account of havent seen it and young justice was LITERALLY my favourite thing ever, tho i do gotta admit itâs not at all similar to the young justice comics unfortunately. i really wouldve liked to see timmy bart kon cassie and cissie animated on tv!!
ew ew ew how to delete batcest shippers I genuinely digust them
log off tumblr?
Okay as poc who was called racist for calling an Italian pastabrain: in the batfam are Italians bit Damian just yells various insults about the others being Italian. Just him yelling âWhat are you doing you moronic spaghettihead!â At steph etc
huh? i meant real italians. homeboy is telling steph he hopes she chokes on her fucking garlic.
I think it's dumb as hell to pull the batman is the best fighter in the batfam argument because like it's just irresponsible of Bruce to let his kids fight when they couldn't possibly be on his league or something
fair enough, but also like who cares they could all kill you just sit down and take a beating.
lady shiva, thalia al ghul and Selina Kyle are all milfs @notanothertimburtonenthusiastughÂ
unfortunately, i have to admit,,, youâre right
why tf didn't someone give joker a death sentence already? like he's a mass murderer...give him the electric chair treatment wtf
idk i think plenty of people would have tried to murder him already (boring answer is: he is a popular character so they canât kill him off bc he brings in lots of money)
Thereâs no such thing as â copagandaâ.
all american media is propaganda. happy to clear this up for you
is it bad that I find lady shiva owa owa
no. find her as owa owa as you want.
aight I'm guessing the order of your favs in batfam:
1. tim
2. Steph
3. dick
4. Duke
5. the rest
youâre wrong but itâs cute that you tried, i generally donât have favourites, but i have a special place in my heart for steph, tim, dick and cass. bc they were like my introduction to batfam. but damian, jason, duke, bruce, babs and alfred are NOT FORGOTTEN OR UNLOVED
oh my god i was literally just readily willing to believe that italians werent white ty for clarifying it was a joke im so dumb sdkvjskdfs
i mean some italians arenât white? italian is a nationality as well as an ethnicity, so like ¯\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
since I saw so many people doing headcanons about the nationalities of batboys, I see Dick as an Italian.
dont know if youre serious or not, but sure.
super random but
jason đ¤ damian
old english
lmao fair enough.
tim absolutely has 1 gay uncle and his parents shit talk said uncle all the time so after bruce adopts him he specifically reaches out to this uncle to be like "heyyyy just so you know you majorly influenced my life yes i know i havent seen you since i was 5 and at the family reunion yes i know you dont remember my name idc thank you im gay too" and then they never talk again.
yuppp lmao thatâs definitely something that could happen. i can also consider tim having no family members, like none. until he does like a dna test and he realises he has like an aunt living barely 2 miles away from him whoâs like some illegitimate child of his grandpa.
I dare you one of them sends clark superman/clark fic and clark corrects the shit out of it and then goes like ps his dick is not that big, just telling as someone who has seen it. internet either explodes or goes who tf did he not fuck at this point.
i think everybody would call clark a buzzkill and try to cancel him over that.
so you're telling me Tim Drake wouldn't buy Starbucks?
no. dunkin donuts all the way
One of my favorite things is imagining people finding out jason came back from the dead and being like "oh no does he have magic powers now?!?!?" and he just pulls out a gun and tries to shoot joker
now he doesnât even have the gun :) lmao
my favorite batfamily fanfictions are the ones where they use their shitty codenames, unironically, in any context
bruce gets codename âughâ everytime. he hates it.
crazy that tim being a 17 y/o ceo and a stoner who does brand deals are all actual canon things written in detective comics comics and not made up for shits and giggles by you, tumblr user batarangsoundsdumb @rowdeyclown
SO CRAZY HUH?
batman au where everything is the same but his utility belt is bright pink
absolutely, but i raise you, his boots light up like sketchers when he kicks people.
unbeknownst to the superhero fandom writers in the dcuniverse, clark and BRUCE are one of the most prolific fanfic writers in the superhero rpf tag on ao3. clark writes the best lois x superman angst, full of unhappy endings and scenes that are a so detailed you'd think you were in the middle of a superhero beatdown. bruce made an ao3 account to fuel "the do the butts match" thing, and makes batman/bruce fics from time to time. he wrote a superbat fic as a joke but ended up making it REAL porny. @concrastinator
dude theyâre WAY too busy for that. Oliver Queen and Hal Jordan on the other hand are the most prolific fanfic writers in the superhero rpf tag writing what is Mostly porn.
When the dining table topic gets to politics, Steph says "eat the rich" as the solution
bruce just silently takes away her fork and knife while sheâs talking.
#literally if you got through this i just respect you#this is mainly just for the people who sent me an ask in the past few mask#i hope your ask is in here :)#sorry for everybody else#ask#bataranswers#this took me 4 hours to do so i hope youre happy#also sidenote#does anybody know the latin translation for 'to become'#bc i just used future of 'esse' but it could be a different verb#who cares tho latin is a dead language#big congratulations to everyone who translates my sentence#here's a bonus sentence: tuam matrem futueram
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