#shes hiding under the chair in my moms office now

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

Someone had a checkup today

She was not happy about it

And she hid under my seat in the car on the way home

Thankfully she came out on her own once I got the door open and crouched down on the ground next to the car

When we were walking to the car from the vet she just sat on my shoulders

She would not get in the carrier willingly or by force and she fights more than mercedes. She started as a harley burrito but I felt like she'd be more chill on my shoulders on the way out

She very bravely walked herself past a bunch of people and the dog to get back to the house tho. Once we got to the stairs up to the porch she jumped off my shoulders and went straight to the door

[harknessxo]

(Larissa anon) Oh sure! I was meaning like would you mind writing some sorta scenerio like this: Larissa Weems x Addams!reader have an argument that leads to Dom!Larissa and Bratty!Reader having sex in her office, but getting interrupted when the family arrives at Nevermore.

➻Almost Caught

Paring: Larissa Weems x Addams!reader

Summary: You acted like a brat towards Larissa and in the middle of your punishment, your family interrupts.

Warnings: d/s undertones, mommy kink, spankings(r receiving), smut, oral sex(Larissa receiving)

Word Count; 790

A/n: I’m so sorry for taking such a long time to update but here I am and I have delivered!

You sat in Larissa’s office, bored out of your mind. She said she would be done in a minute like an hour ago. You sighed loudly to get her attention but she just ignored you. You heard her phone ringing and she picked it up and brought it to her ear. Sitting there waiting, an idea popped into your head. You walked in front of her desk to get her to look at you. Once she did, you started to take off your top, slowly and seductively.

She paused mid-sentence and gave you a warning look. You just smirked at her and proceeded to take off your panties from under your skirt and hand them to her.

“We're going to have to cut this conversation short today,” she said before hanging up the phone. She then got up and took your panties.

“Put your shirt back on. Now. Your parents are going to be here soon and you wouldn’t want them to find you bent over my desk now would you?”

“I think you’re going to have to make me,” you said with a smug look. You watched her and she walked around her desk towards you.

“Fine,” she said in a low voice before bending you over the desk, pinning your hands behind your back. She began to unzip your skirt and pulled it off you, leaving you standing in nothing but your bra.

“Is this what you wanted?,” she started to rub her fingers through your wet folds, “Mommy’s attention? Hm?” You let out a shaky breath.

“Yes.” You gasped when you felt a sting on your cheek.

“You’re such a needy little slut for mommy, right baby?” she spanked your other cheek even harder.

“Yes! Yes, I am! Please touch me, mommy?”

She chuckled at your desperation but her laugh was cut short by a knock on her office door.

“Shit,” she said under her breath.

“One second!” she turned to you, “Get under my desk. Now.” You scurried under her desk quickly while she fixed her appearance. Once she was done, you heard her say ‘come in’. She moved behind her desk again, taking a seat on her chair.

“What a nice office you have Larissa,” you heard your mother’s voice say.

“Why thank you Morticia,” You saw Larissa give her best fake smile. She hated your mom but acted like she didn’t.

They kept on talking about Wednesday’s behavior, her therapy sessions, and a bunch of other things that bored you out of your mind. You began to get uncomfortable under her desk. You tapped her leg as a way to tell her to hurry up but she just ignored you.

You huffed quietly but then you got another idea. You sat up and moved in between her legs. You started to run your hands up her calves. You saw her give you a quick warning look. You just innocently smiled at her before pushing her skirt and spreading her legs apart.

You pulled down her underwear to reveal her glistening pussy. You blew on it to tease her and you felt her shiver a bit. Without warning, you dove in and started eating her out like it was your last meal. You heard her moan which she disguised as a cough.

Larissa was good at hiding her expressions but not for long. You felt her hand sink into your hair and started to pull at it. She started to wrap up the conversation with your mother before she outed both you and herself. Once Morticia was out of the office, she push your face deeper into her sex and release a moan she had been withholding.

You began using your fingers while your mouth worked on her clit.

“Don’t you dare stop Y/n,” she panted.

“I didn’t plan to,” you said. Your voice sent vibrations to her core which made her squeeze your head between her thighs.

“You’re so good for mommy, baby.”

You looked up and we’re mesmerized by the view above. Little droplets of sweat coated her forehead, some white hairs sticking to it. Her chest rose and fell rapidly while her mouth was left agape.

“Baby, I’m close.” This made you speed up your pace, wanting to see her beautiful face as she came undone.

“I’m coming!” She started to grind her sex against your face to chase her climax. You helped her ride it out and once done you finally pulled away and gave her an innocent look.

“Don’t think this got you out of the punishment you will get tonight,” This made you pout and she laughed at your reaction before leaning down to give you a passionate kiss, tasting herself in the process.

[which-qsmp-egg-would]

It's finally time for the February summary!

And you NEVER guess who won again!

Richarlyson

With 12/58 polls won (20%!!!) and another win under his belt, it's safe to say I'm scared of him. Richarlyson was voted most likely to:

Dig holes in the yard for no reason

Be a terror to a babysitter

Pretend to be kidnapped during a road trip

Try to get struck with lightning

Be a biter

Be better off if he were raised by wolves

Spin in an office chair enough to break it

Wear shorts in 0° weather

Lick a metal pole as a joke but get stuck

Be an Ethogirl

Start the plot of 'The Parent Trap'

Love 'Fortnite'

Wonderful chaos child.

SunnySideUp

Some things never change, do they? Coming in 2nd place for the 2nd month in a row, with 11/58 polls won, is our sunshine princess! They've been voted most likely to:

Sleep with no less than 7 blankets

Demand to paint her parent's nails

Watch Winx Club

Hold their breath to get what they want

Cry every time a parent takes her fishing

Drive around the island in a toy car

Become a leaf millionare on the playground

Wear light up shoes

Follow an internet tutorial to become a mythical creature

Have the most insane roleplay with barbie dolls

Make friendship bracelets

What perfect results for Tubbo's princess!

Dapper

I was actually surprised to see Dapper in 3rd this month! With a score of 9/58 polls won, she's certainly climbed the ranks this time! Dapper has been voted most likely to:

Be really into bugs

Have a dinosaur hyperfixation

Learn how to perform magic tricks

Be able to name every local animal species by name

Perform surgeries on his stuffed animals

Hyperfixate on 'Digimon: Digital Monsters'

Love 'Undertale'

Create "potions" in the bathtub

Collect mundane objects

Ah, just like his father. (I think they would love Digimon, and I will CRACK on this hill)

Pepito

Next is the littlest huevo ever, Pepito with 8/58 polls won! Pepito has been voted most likely to:

Climb a tree and get stuck

Have a comfort blanket that's probably falling apart

Have a pocket full of rocks by the end of the day

Sit on the floor to watch TV

Only sleep in a onesie

Wear velcro shoes because Pepito can't tie Pepito's laces

Accidentally call the teacher mom/dad

Be unable to keep a poker face

I'm realising how long this post is going to be now...

Tallulah

Now is when the point drop off happens. Coming in at 5/58 polls, Tallulah has been voted most likely to:

Eat flowers and judge them by color and taste

Make Valentine's day cards for everyone on the island

Write a musical for her siblings to play in

Cut her own hair

Be the teacher's pet

I'm glad to see her higher up on the list this month! I can't wait to see if her model gets redesigned, I'm confident it will look awesome.

Chayanne

Coming in just under his sister with 4/58 polls, Chayanne has been voted most likely to:

Be concerningly excited to go fishing

Read Sun Tzu's 'The Art of War'

Play the drums

Make a pillow fort to comfort a sibling after a nightmare

He may have come in lower this month, but I'm sure he's happy his sister is getting the attention.

Ramón

These next three are tied, with 3/58 polls won! Ramón has been voted most likely to:

Get really into Hide and Seek

Be on tech for Tallulah's musical

Join Richas in the plot of 'The Parent Trap'

Leonarda

With 3/58, Leonarda has been voted most likely to:

Pretend to be a werewolf on the full moon

Be raised by Wolves

Wear Heelies

Empanada

Now the last with 3/58, Empanada has been voted most likely to:

Sew cool outfits for her siblings

Exclusively eat poptarts in the morning

Have a sugar crash from all of the Valentine's day candy

I'm noticing a theme with those three.

Pomme & Chunsik

Unfortunately, Pomme and Chunsik did not win any polls in February. While Chunsik is the newcomer, Pomme hasn't won a poll yet! Although after that wonderful Paintball poll, I imagine that will change for March! Better luck next time, my complimentary-colored eggs.

[boobear061]

Behind The Frozen Gaze, 01 | Yoongi

Synopsis: Y/n's family is burdened with significant debt and has gone into hiding to escape the dangerous Yoongi. After a year of living in secrecy, Yoongi tracks them down and in exchange for getting rid of the debt, Y/n's family is forced to give Y/n to Yoongi. Reluctantly, Y/n is forced to marry Yoongi to save her family from ruin.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Warning: swearing, angst, gun violence and kidnapping

Genre: angst

WC: 3,080

Index | Next

**

~ Y/n's POV ~

I woke up, grabbed my phone from the nightstand, go on my socials, like and commented on some photos and videos, set my phone back on the nightstand, changed it, got off the bed and do my routine.

I walked out of the bathroom all dressed, grabbed my phone along with my bag, walked out of my room to the kitchen, greeted my sister Iseul, served myself and sat next to her.

" Are you coming to the restaurant today? " She said.

I nod my head and said " Yeah, I am. "

She smiled and said " Great, we could use your help. "

" I just need to do a errand before I go to the restaurant. "

" Alright. "

**

~ Yoongi's POV ~

I am here in my office at home doing some work, heard the door knocked and I said " Come in. "

The door opened, the maid walked in, looked at me and said " Mr. Min, Jin and Hobi are here. "

I nod my head and said " I'll be right there. "

She nod her head, walked out of the office, I took off my glasses, set them down on the desk, got up from the chair, grabbed my phone, and walked out of my office to the living room.

I looked at them and said " This better be good. "

" It is, we finally found them. " Jin said.

" Found who? "

" The person who you've been looking for, for a year. "

" Kim Seojoon and his son Dae-hyun. " Hobi said.

" They opened a hot pot restaurant right under our noses. "

" What are you gonna do now, Yoongi? " Hobi said.

I looked at Jin and said " What's the address of their restaurant? "

He gave me a paper, it has the address, I nod my head and said " Thanks. "

I finally found you, Kim Seojoon and Dae-hyun.. No more running away.. I'm getting the money you borrowed from me and I'm not giving anymore chances..

~ Y/n's POV ~

I finished with my errand so I am walking over to the restaurant which isn't too far from my house, when I got to the restaurant, I noticed three men standing dressed in black staring at the restaurant from across the street.

I walked over to the door, looked at my brother and said " Who the hell are they? "

" Who? " Dae-hyun said.

" Those men standing across the street. "

Dae-hyun and my sister in law Ji-ah walked over to me, looked at them, and I said " I think they're spying or something. "

" God, you're right. " Ji-ah said.

I looked at Dae-hyun and said " What's going on? "

~ Dae-hyun's POV ~

I walked inside the restaurant and mumbled while taking my phone out " I hope it's not what I think it is. " and called my Dad.

Dad: Yes, son?

Me: Dad, there's some guys standing across the street. They're spying on us. Do you think they found us?

Mom ( from background ): What is it, Yeobo? You've gone pale.

Dad: Don't freak out. Is Y/n there?

Me: She's here.

Dad: Don't tell her anything, I'm sure it's not them.

Me: Right, I won't tell her Dad. But how can you be so sure?

Dad: If it's them, they wouldn't stop.

Me: Well then, why are they standing there? Why are they watching the restaurant? They don't take their eyes off it.

Dad: Okay, hang up. Let me call Jun and asked about them. I'll get back with you.

Me: Alright.

* Call Ended *

~ Seojoon's POV ~

I let out a sigh, ran my fingers through my hair and my wife Ha-joon said " What is it, Seojoon? Have they found us? "

" Some people are lurking around. "

" Oh my goodness. We are doomed! "

" Jagiya, easy now. Calm down. I'm calling Jun now. "

She nod her head.

**

~ Yoongi's POV ~

I am here in my office, my phone rang, I looked at the caller ID, it's Jungkook, I grabbed my phone and answered it:

Me: Are they there?

Jungkook: Yes, they are. What do you want us to do?

Me: Is Seojoon there?

Jungkook: No, but Dae-hyun is. He's with his wife and I think his sister.

Me: Alright, leave for now, I'll give you the signal.

Jungkook: Alright, hyung.

**

~ Seojoon's POV ~

Everyone is in the kitchen while I am sitting down on the living room couch looking at my phone that is on the coffee table anxiously.

" My God, all these years I have done everything to keep Iseul and Y/n away from this mess. May we receive good news. " I said to myself and let out a sigh.

" Dad, * Walked over to him * are you hungry? " Y/n said.

I looked at her and said " Don't worry. I'll be there in a minute. "

The phone rang, I quickly got up, grabbed the phone and heard Y/n said " Who is it Dad? "

I answered the phone " Hello? Wait a minute. " I walked outside to take the call.

~ Y/n's POV ~

" Mom, what is it? " Iseul said.

I looked at Mom who looked like she's freaking out a little, she looked at Iseul and said " Nothing. Serve the food, will you? "

" Okay. "

I walked over to Iseul and helped her.

~ Dae-hyun's POV ~

I walked out of my bedroom to the kitchen, looked at everyone, noticed that Dad isn't there, I looked at Mom and said " Where's Dad? "

Iseul looked at me and said " He's outside talking on the phone. "

I nod my head, walked outside, saw Dad talking on the phone, I walked over to him, he hanged up the call, let out a sigh and I said " Any news Dad? Who are those guys? "

" I don't know, son. I'm asking around about them. But no luck. "

" Don't worry Dad. If it were them, they wouldn't wait, right? "

" How long did they lurk around? "

" No sure. But they weren't there when I left. "

Dad let out a sigh and said " Probably they weren't looking for us. "

The door opened, Y/n looked at us and said " Dad, Dae-hyun, come on the food is getting cold. "

" We're coming. " I said.

We walked inside the house.

* The Next Day *

~ Seojoon's POV ~

I am here sitting down on the living room couch waiting for a call while Ha-joon is making herself some tea, Dae-hyun and Ji-ah are in the restaurant.

" Any news yet? "

" Not yet. "

My phone rang, I quickly grabbed it from the coffee table and answered the call:

Me: Hello? ... yes.

I heard Ha-joon running to me, sat down next to me and said " What is it? "

I stood up with a shocked face when I heard the news, Ha-joon stood up as well and said " What? They found us? "

I didn't answer her, just heard him talking and she said " Why aren't you saying anything Seojoon? Talk to me. "

Me: Okay..

" Is it them, Seojoon? "

Me: I understand.

Ha-joon panicked and said " Is it them? "

The call ended, I gulped as I lowered the phone, looked at Ha-joon and said " It was them. "

She let out a loud gasp and said " Oh God! "

" They found us. "

" Oh God, Dae-hyun! " She ran out of the house.

~ Yoongi's POV ~

I am getting ready to go visit the Kim family at their restaurant, I grabbed my gun, put it in my back pocket, put on my jacket, grabbed my phone, the office door opened, Jin looked at me and said " Where are you going? "

I looked at him and said " I'm going to pay the Kim family a little visit. "

" You want me to come with you? "

I shooked my head and said " No, I'll go alone. "

" Are you sure? "

" Yes, I'll call you if I need backup. "

" Alright, be careful. "

" I will. " I walked out of my office.

**

I am here in my car parked across the street from the restaurant, I saw Dae-hyun, there's four customers, I waited for them to leave, once they did, I stepped out of my car, Dae-hyun walked over to the entrance, someone called his name, he walked out of the restaurant and talked to this man.

I took out my gun from my back pocket, the guy left, Dae-hyun took his phone out of his pocket, and heard someone shouted " Dae-hyun!! "

I saw a woman running to the restaurant, Dae-hyun looked at her and said " Mom? "

She grabbed him, trying to push him inside the restaurant and he said " What's going on? "

" Let's go inside. " She looked around.

" Mom? "

" They found us! Get inside. "

They walked inside, I saw Seojoon running to the entrance of the restaurant, he looked around, his eyes locked with mine, his eyes widened, ran inside and closed the door behind him.

I stepped inside the car, got out my phone, made a call to Jin to get the men ready, hanged up the call and drove away.

~ Dae-hyun's POV ~

My mom is sitting down on a chair crying and said " God help us. Protect us! "

" Ha-joon, will you stop it? " Dad said.

She looked at him and said " Stop what, Seojoon? Stop what? * Looked at Dae-hyun * Son, you are leaving today. Take your passport and leave the country. Go to a place where no one can find you. "

" Mom, what are you talking about? How can I leave my wife, how can I leave you? "

" You will go, Dae-hyun. I will not lose you over this. "

I looked at Dad and said " What did Jun tell you Dad? Is it true? "

Dad nod his head and said " They are after us, son. Your Mom is right, you have to leave. "

" Dad, for God's sake. How can I leave you guys? "

" Don't think about us, Dae-hyun. You will go. You have to leave, son. You have to run away. " Mom said.

We heard a voice " What's going on? "

We turned around, Y/n walked over to us, looked at Mom and said " Who is running away to where, Mom? "

~ Y/n's POV ~

They told me what happened and I said " What? * Sat down on a chair * How? You mean, they will kill my brother and Dad over some debt? "

We stood quiet, Mom rubbed her temples and I said " What kind of a debt is this? We will work and pay the debt. Why don't we talk to them and ask for time? Why would my brother leave his home? "

" It's not a debt that can be paid off easily, Y/n. " Dae-hyun said.

" Can't we take out a loan? We can mortage the restaurant. * Looked at Dad * Dad? We won't let him leave, right? We will find a way. "

" Oh shut up! Go home and go fetch a few things for your brother. Now! " Mom shouted at me.

" Mom.. "

" Just do what I say! Remember to get his passport. "

I didn't move and she shouted " What are you waiting for?! Go! "

I looked at Dae-hyun and said with tears in my eyes " Dae-hyun? "

" Come here, come. " He spread his arms open.

I got up from the chair, walked over to him, we hugged, I cried and he said " Do as Mom says. "

" Why don't we go to the police? What year are we in? Killing people because of debt is a thing of the past. "

" Shh. * Pulled away from the hug, looked at her * Come on, Y/n please. I am asking you. Go. "

I nod my head, wiped my tears, walked out of the restaurant and walked home.

~ Yoongi's POV ~

I am here in my office with my men explaining the plan, I grabbed the stuff, looked at my men and said " You ready to go? "

They nod their heads and said " Let's go. "

We walked out of the mansion, got in our cars and we are on our way to the Kim's restaurant.

~ Dae-hyun's POV ~

Mom is pacing back and fourth, I looked at her and said " Mom, calm down. "

She looked at me and said " How can I calm down?! Where the fuck is Y/n?! "

All of the sudden a bunch of cars pulled up, I walked over to the window, men stepped out of the cars and I said " Mom, they're here! "

She ran to the door, blocked it, looked at me and shouted " Run! "

~ Yoongi's POV ~

My men and I arrived at the restaurant, we stepped out, I walked over to the entrance, saw Seojoon's wife blocking the door, I kicked the door open which caused her to fell down to the floor.

I walked in, saw Dae-hyun grabbed a knife, I took my gun out from my back pocket, pointed the gun at him which made him dropped the knife, and the Mom stood in front of Dae-hyun.

" Don't shoot me in front of my mother. Take me outside and then shoot me. " He said to me.

The Mom shooked her head and said " I'm begging you. Don't give me the grief of losing a child. Let go of my son. Spare his life. "

" You think you can fucking hide from me? You really think you can get away? Where is my money?! "

" We don't have it, but- "

" I don't want to hear your fucking excuses. You went missing for a fucking year and you still don't have the money?! What the fuck have you been doing, huh?! "

" I'm sorry Mr. Min, I promise I'll give you the money, just give us more time. "

I shooked my head and said " No, I fucking had it. I want my money, now! "

Something caught my eye, I saw a family photo, I lowered my gun, picked up the photo, looked at it, the girl with the dimples caught my eye, I looked at Seojoon and said " Who's this? " and point the girl to him.

" O-Our daughter Y/n. "

Seojoon's wife looked at me and said " Take Y/n as long as you spare my son's life. "

Dae-hyun looked at his mom and said " Mom! What the hell are you doing? Mom, don't! "

She looked at him and said " What do you mean? You want them to shoot and kill you?! "

" I won't let them! "

She slapped him and said " You will let her go! Shut up! * Cried and hugged him * You will let him take her. There is no other way. "

Dae-hyun didn't say anything, the Mom pulled away from the hug, looked at him and said " Say yes, don't be silent. * Looked at her husband * Seojoon, talk to your son. "

Seojoon didn't say anything so she yelled at him " Seojoon, say something! Hello?! "

He didn't say anything which is loosing my patience, the wife shouted while crying " Seojoon! "

" That's enough! " I shouted.

They looked at me, I looked at Seojoon and said " Bring me the girl. Now! "

" My sister isn't going with you. " Dae-hyun said.

" Then, blood will shed. One way or another, we will put an end to this today. " I said.

" Stop! I am begging you! Y/n is on her way now. She'll be here any minute. " Ha-joon said.

Dae-hyun looked at Seojoon and said " Dad! I don't agree with this. Don't sacrifice Y/n. She's your daughter. Don't do it! Dad, please. Don't, she's your daughter! "

Ha-joon stood silent and Dae-hyun shouted " Dad! Say something! "

" My guys are waiting at the door. You will hand over the girl to them. " I walked out.

I looked at my men and said " A girl will come here. Bring her to me. "

I stepped in my car and drove off.

~ Dae-hyun's POV ~

When Yoongi left, my Mom wiped her tears, I looked at my Dad and said " Dad? Say something. She's your daughter! It's Y/n we're talking about! "

" Shut up Dae-hyun, he's taking her and that's final. I don't want anything to happen to you! " Mom shouted at me.

~ Y/n's POV ~

I got to the restaurant holding a carry on luggage, I saw two men standing outside the restaurant, they blocked the door, I tried to push my way in but they grabbed my arms and I shouted " Let me go! Leave me alone! "

I saw my brother was gonna run to me but Mom is holding him back and I heard her said to him " Dae-hyun, I will not forgive you if you don't let Y/n go! Let them take Y/n! "

I broke free, ran inside, dropped the carry on luggage, they grabbed my arms, I looked at my brother and said " Dae-hyun, call the police! "

Mom looked at me and shouted " You will go with them. If you want your brother to live. You have to go with them! "

" What are you talking about mother? "

" I told you to stop! " Mom shouted to Dae-hyun who is trying to get to me.

" Mom, I can't give my sister away. I can't let her go. "

" Dae-hyun, stop. I said stop! "

" Mom, what are you doing? " I cried.

" Seojoon! * Looked at her husband * Seojoon, help me! " Mom shouted at Dad.

" Let me go, Mom! " Dae-hyun shouted.

Mom looked at the men and shouted " What are you waiting for?! Take her already! "

I tried to get away, one of the men said " Come on, move it! "

They dragged me out and I heard my brother said " Let me go, Mom! "

" Get your hands off me! Mom! Dad! Let me go! " I shouted while trying to get out of their grip.

They opened the door, threw me in the car, I saw Mom walked out of the restaurant, looked at me and shouted " Don't come here again! Stay away from my family! "

The car drove off, I cried, banged on the window and shouted " Help me! Somebody help me please! "

I froze when I felt something cold on my temple and heard " Shut the fuck up! I don't want to fucking hear it. "

I nod my head and he said " If I heard anything from you, I'm going to blow your fucking head off and go back to your brother and Dad and kill them. Do you hear me? "

I nod my head again, he moved the gun away from my temple, covered my mouth with my hand and silently cried.

What are they gonna do to me? I can't believe this is happening! Can someone save me?!

[hikaritakaishi]

Grief (Yamato & Takeru)

Disclaimer: This is a small piece of work that I wrote for the Takari Week that I could not post, but that I really enjoyed writing, so I decided to share! I love the family dynamics that we have in Digimon and everything about these two siblings’ relationship!  Enjoy!

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“Dad as always is going to come home late.” Yamato said while putting a hand full of spaghetti pasta into the boiling water pot. “Is mom home?”

“I think by now she is. But she must be locked in the office writing some article for the newspapers. You know, the usual.”

“Those two have more in common than they would ever admit.”

“I guess you have a point.”

Takeru took a sip from the tin the Coca-Cola Yamato had given to him. “Maybe that is the reason why they are no longer together; they are too similar to stand each other.”

“It can be.” Yamato laughed a bit. “I am very proud of you for being able to talk about it so openly now. Not a long time ago you would dismiss the topic and pretend you didn’t hear my comment.”

“I’ve been making some progress. As time passed, I think I just accepted the fact that some things would never change, and I have been trying my best to heal from it the best way I can. Writing my feelings down help a lot.”  

“I understand.” Yamato bent down and took out of a wood drawer a jar with the word 塩 (salt) written in hand, and another with the word 黒胡椒 (black pepper). “Your therapy is writing, mine is creating music. I would never admit it to them, but some songs I have wrote are inspired by them.”

“There is beauty in transforming pain into art. At least their story can be signified as such.”

“Exactly. You thought that line yourself?”

“I have been practicing.” Takeru smiled shyly noticing how Yamato observed his sentence.

“I can tell.” Yamato carefully put a pinch of salt and black pepper in the pot where the pasta was boiling. “You said you wanted to talk about something on the phone. What could it be?”

“Oh…that. Well, I think I may need some… dating advice.” Takeru said and felt a sudden urge to hide himself under the table out of shyness.

“What?” Yamato turned around quickly to face his brother with his mouth wide open. He was still holding the jars.” Who is it?”

“Ah…” Takeru looked away and started to tap his hand on the table insecurely. “Do you think Taichi is the jealous type of brother… or would he be ok if I…?”

“Taichi? No way!” Yamato quickly pulled the chair next to him and noisily sat down in front of Takeru. “There is no way you are dating Hikari!”

“Theoretically, I am not…Yet. I invited her for a date on Saturday… and she said yes.”

“I see…” Yamato was speechless. “I mean, congratulations! How… did that happened?

“It is a very long story. But the thing is, I have never been on a date before, I am kind of nervous. I don’t exactly know what to do, how to plan… “

“You never asked a girl out?”  Yamato interrupted him.

“If I never told you, it's because it never happened.”

“Make sense.”

Yamato let the idea sink into his mind. Not that it wasn't something he had already imagined, or even discussed with Taichi himself. But they always joked about it, he was not prepared to face it in real life.

“So…” Takeru broke the silence. “You are going to help me…?”

 “Let me… finish dinner first. A few minutes and I can answer you. Now I am too busy being surprised.” Yamato stood up and went turning off the pan.

Takeru rolled his eyes and kept drinking the Coca-Cola.

Yamato finished cooking in few minutes and served it, making slight jokes about the topic they were discussing before.

They expressed the typicalいただきます(itadakimasu) before anything else.

“Now that I am calmer.” Yamato started trying to look as serious as he could. “What happened? And please hide unnecessary details I don’t want to know.”

Takeru laughed at this and took a few seconds to summarize everything that have happened on this mind. It was still fresh and some things he would admit did not have processed yet. But one thing he was certain of: He could not be happier.

 “You know, I have been receiving love letters from girls at school, and many of them confessed to me. I think I told you about this already.”

“Yes, I remember.” Yamato took the chopsticks and divided them, listening attentively.

“In the quickest way I can summarize this, another one was too much for us to keep pretending we did not care about it. Hikari distanced herself and it was unbearable for me. I knew it was hurting her, and we talked about it after class. And we kissed. I mean, I kissed her.”

“Basically, we two just needed a good excuse to stop playing dumb about how you feel about each other.”

“I can confirm that.” Takeru followed his brother in the previous act. Divided his chopstick as well.

“Well, I don’t think you need to do something incredibly complicated for your first date Takeru, really. Your friendship with her naturally evolved into love and I think you should keep things as light as possible. Without pressure, you know her since you were eight, just trust yourself and your feelings.”

“Oh wow, I never expected to hear it from you.” Takeru seemed kind of surprised.

“I know, I know. But after several years in a relationship, you start to think about things differently.”

“I can see it.”

“Just take care of her and your relationship properly. Everything will be ok.”

“I… don’t want to commit the same mistakes mom and dad committed you know.”

“They are a good example of not taking care of a relationship properly.” Yamato said with as much sincerity as he could. “Dad was never at home, and mom needed to work and take care of us alone most of the time. He was always too busy working. And she needed support. Not financially, but all the other kinds, and dad just let it go. They had a very deficient communication. All I can remember were they screaming their problems at each other, frustrated and confused.”

“I remember that too. And for some reason, I remember blaming myself for it, most of the time. I think dad never expected mom to actually… leave.”

“I felt that as well. I blamed myself not just for the screaming, but for the divorce. Mom just couldn’t take that anymore.”

“I don’t want to… be like them.”

“We are not our parents, Takeru.” Yamato smiled at him, reminding the time he started to date Sora, when he had the same mental dilemma Takeru was having.” We were there, we know what happened, and we have the tools to do differently. “

“I know.”

Takeru smiled sadly, trying to remove those dark days from the focus of his present-day memory. At least he knew that Yamato understood him and these waves of old grief feelings. It didn’t matter what happened in the past, if he now got the tools to create a better future. Yamato was right, he needed to trust his feelings, and trust Hikari. Trust that they were able to create a relationship with a solid base of love and respect. He was the one in charge of creating his own fate, and he chose her to be his other side of the mirror.

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urinetown headcanons (under the cut) while i wait for my headphones to charge >:)

there are. so many.

hope is a total plant mom

her place is like. decked OUT in plants. they are her pride and joy

just like. assume that they all have water. for now.

bobby does not get it. at all. but he's so supportive

bobby and hope get a puppy together and the puppy is scared of loud noises but so is bobby so when hope vacuums they hide in the broom closet together

officer lockstock watches drag race like an olympic sport. it's his version of like a laker's game or a yankees game or whatever

avid bianca del rio stan and i will die on that hill

no sorry i just gotta take a second to like.

lockstock 100% lives in like. your grandparents house. it's decorated the same way. blankets over chairs and couches, plants, LOTS of books, antiques, that sort of thing. vintage but like. humble?

officer barrel collects coins

you're gonna look at this man and tell me he doesnt collect coins?

you're lying

ms. pennywise is a tea fanatic

lesbian hot blades harry

little sally's favorite movie is Coraline

and she definitely takes apart toys and puts them back together to make little frankensteinian creatures like sid in toy story

lockstock would make a hella cool university english professor

tiny tom believes that the moon landing was faked

hope sews

ms pennywise's favorite book is definitely like wuthering heights or something

personally. i think. as someone who's played barrel. that were he given the opportunity to come to terms with his own identity, he would go and sincerely apologize to everyone he's hurt over the years.

like he probably wouldn't be forgiven, and i don't know if he deserves to be, but i think he would at least recognize the severity of his actions

lockstock taught little sally how to roller skate

little sally has an ant farm kit

caldwell b. cladwell has an eerie amount of world war 1 and 2 books.

mcqueen and millenium marathon euphoria together

fipp collects rocks and minerals

barrel lowkey knows how to cook a good ass meal

little becky two shoes is the type of person who you run into leaning against a wall smoking a cigarette while it's pouring rain and if you talk to her you're getting unskippable lore

kinda like your wine aunt but on drugs

little sally made lockstock a friendship bracelet once

idk i kinda feel like lockstock had a kid once and then they like. passed away or something. i just feel like lockstock has a tragic backstory but i dont know what it is

ma strong gets migraines and it got passed down to bobby

*chants* sick fics sick fics sick fics

ok i have a theory that the amenity numbers correspond with street numbers. so it's called amenity number nine because it's on ninth avenue. that way the numbers also still correspond to the quality of the toilets.

so the cops would have jurisdiction based on where the amenities are. that way it makes sense that they're the only two cops, because they only have jurisdiction in that particular area.

ok im done :)

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Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 27

Well... apparently having the two weeks from hell means that I go on a writing spree. I still have like half a notebook plus some more that's already written. I'll probably type some more up tomorrow. For now, I'm exhausted - and a little drunk - so this is as far as I got today.

Warnings: cursing, fluff, and show level talking about illegal shit.

Don't steal my shit. This is the only place it's posted. If you see it somewhere else, it's stolen.

Angel was the last one inside. He rolled the stained glass door closed behind him. 

Once everyone was seated, Bishop called the meeting to order. “Before we handle club business, we have some charter shit to discuss and bring to a vote.” He looked at Marcus. “Sorry, Padrino. New information.”

Marcus nodded. 

Bishop lit a cigarette and leaned forward. “It was brought to our attention that there is another tunnel to Mexico right in our backyard.” He paused and looked at Angel. “Tell them.” 

Angel took a deep breath and leaned forward as well, folding his hands on the table. Coco and Gilly both nodded at him. “When we raided the redneck ranch, Bishop sent us chasing Dennis. We told you he got away because he was shooting at us, and he did.” He paused and looked at Gilly. “It was also because while we were chasing him, Gilly and the Prospect fell into a hole in the ground. We stopped to pull them out. At first we thought it was some sort of animal den, but when we threw them down a light we found…”

Gilly took up the story. “It was a tunnel. A serious tunnel. We thought it was abandoned, but I went back to cover it up the next day and decided to check it closer.” He shrugged. “That branch was abandoned, but it led to another one that was in use. Working lights, supply stashes - everything. The Southern end ends at a locked hatch about a half mile into Mexico, but the Northern end -”

Bishop finished it, “The Northern end comes out in the cellar of the Ariza house.”

Every eye turned to Riz.

He sighed. “That tunnel is older than I am. My grandfather helped dig it. It belongs to Vickie. She uses it to help her girls. You know most of them don’t have papers. That’s what I was doing this afternoon. One of the girls hadn’t seen her baby in weeks, so I brought her mom and the baby to visit.”

Taza shook his head. “You should have told us.”

Riz sat forward. “It’s not affecting the club at all. I didn’t think it mattered.”

Hank growled. “Didn’t matter? And if you’d been caught using it? You’re an officer of this club. They’d never believe we didn’t know about it.” 

Bishop nodded sternly. “Hank’s right. You put us all in danger. We’re a club. Everything comes to the table, brother. You risked exposing us all without consulting us.”

“It’s not even my tunnel! There’s no action for the club!” Riz asserted.

Megan caught his eye. “There might not be any action, Riz, but there was risk. Every move we made would be suspect if someone found that tunnel that wasn’t us.” She shook her head. “We’d have lost the guns, the deal with the L.O. - everything.”

Taza agreed. “And it wouldn’t have stopped with our charter, brother. Every charter would be subject to suspicion. Probably even a R.I.C.O. investigation.”

Riz slammed himself backwards in his chair angrily.

Bishop raised a hand to forestall any more comments. “We need to vote this. Riz - step out.”

“This is bullshit!” Riz exploded and shoved himself back from the table before stomping out.

Megan shivered at his tone and reached to rub Rex’s ears under the table to hide her shaking hands. Hank slid her chair closer to his and his arm around her shoulders soothingly. It was only family. He could afford the affection in Templo.

Bishop ashed his cigarette and sighed. “We have to decide how serious this offense is.” He looked around and met everyone’s eyes. “Do we strip his patch?”

Megan sucked her breath in sharply but stayed silent. She didn’t have a say in this. She bit down hard on her bottom lip as Hank soothed her a bit by running his hand up and down her spine.

Creeper sighed and ran a hand over his bald head. “Man - it was stupid, but I don't think it was malicious. Riz would never risk the club on purpose.” 

Coco lit a fresh smoke. “That’s true, but he still did it.”

Bishop sat back and sipped whiskey, but stayed out of the discussion.

Hank shook his head. “But stripping his patch? Riz lives for this club. It’s why we voted him Secretario.”

Taza agreed. “But we also can’t trust him with that job if he’s not considering the club when he makes his decisions - especially when he does something like this.”

Gilly nodded. “I agree.”

Bishop finally spoke. “So do we let him keep his patch, but strip his rank then?”

Taza nodded. “I’ll second that idea. Strip his rank. He’s left a full member with his vote, but not an officer.”

“And not eligible to hold office again for at least two years,” Hank agreed.

Nods went around the table. Bishop met everyone’s eyes. “Alright then. Let’s vote.” 

The vote was unanimous. Taza stood to call Riz in, where Bishop informed him of the decision made by the club. 

Riz drew his belt knife and cut the stitching that held his rank flash to his kutte and threw it on the table. 

Bishop called for nominations for the position and it came to a unanimous vote that Angel took the flash - with Riz abstaining from the vote with Bishop’s blessing.

Once everything had settled, Bishop looked to the new Secretario. “Alright. Charter shit handled. Now - what did Adelita say?”

Angel smirked a bit. “La Princessa was right. Adelita and her people are the perfect ones to hide and keep those weapons for us. We saw their current camp. It’s impossible to find without the coordinates. We were right on top of it before we even knew it was there and their guards had us in sight long before that. And every mother fucker there is deadly. Kids included.” Angel lit a cigarette. “We just need to get them shipping details. The barrels can come into the port at Ensenada to a shell company that EZ has the details for. The L.O. will move it, assemble and guard. We just play delivery boys and deal with the buyers. L.O. gets twenty percent. SAMCRO gets five percent. Seventy-five percent of the profit goes to the club.”

Marcus grinned. “Everyone wins.”

Bishop chuckled. “Everyone wins. Any questions?”

Megan raised her hand and looked to Angel. “Did Adelita find out who was following us in the market?”

“Nah. She put a tail on them, but the kid lost them.” Angel shrugged. “She wants to keep meets to a minimum until we either figure it out or the first shipment gets here.”

Bishop nodded. “Any objection to Angel staying the go-between?” he asked before looking around. When there weren’t any, he nodded again. “Alright then. Any other business?” When no one had any, he banged the gael. “Good. We’re done here.”

Angel, Coco, and Gilly rose to leave with Riz right on their tail looking pissed. 

Creeper sighed and pushed himself up. “They’ll be in the cage before sundown.”

Bishop nodded. “Probably, but that’s on them.”

“I’ll go supervise -” Creep agreed. 

Bishop grinned. “You’re on your own, brother. We’ve got paperwork and Hank’s got a date.”

That made Creeper laugh and wink at Megan. “Alright. Fair enough.”

After he left, the elder members of the club all turned their eyes to Megan and Hank. “Hank, brother, don’t you have somewhere to be?” Bishop asked. 

Hank laughed. “It’s all planned out. We can leave whenever mi reina is ready.”

Megan giggled and stood up. “Alright. We’re going. Don’t spend all of your time gossiping about us.” She petted Rex’s ears again. “His harness and leash are behind the bar. I’ll have EZ fill his bowls. Should I leave the Templo door cracked so he can get out or do you want it closed?”

Taza laughed and stood to hug her tightly. “The pooch will be fine. We’ll be home late, so don’t wait up for us. Enjoy yourself, Chica.” He kissed her forehead and she felt his lips move as he muttered something in Apache against the crown of her head.

Megan hugged him back and smiled. “We will. Have fun doing paperwork.” She grinned as she went to hug her tíos too. They both said their goodnights before Megan gave the command for Rex to stay with Taza and joined Hank at the door to Templo.

Hank led the way to the car with a grin. “Are you excited to get to ride the bike again, mi amore?”

Megan nodded enthusiastically and slid into the passenger seat as Hank held the door open for her. “I really am. I love my car - but nothing beats riding the bike.”

“Good. We’ll head home to change before we head out.”

“Where are we going?” Megan asked as he joined her in the front seat.

“I promised you dinner and dancing, mi reina. I haven’t forgotten.”

At the ranch, Hank hung up their kuttes when they came through the door. Then he tugged her close by her waist to plant a kiss on her lips. When he finally came up for air, he couldn’t help but smile at the slightly dazed look on her face. “Alright, mi princessa. I’m going to do something I normally wouldn’t do.”

“What’s that?” she asked a bit breathlessly.

He tilted her chin up so she’d meet his eyes. “I’m going to make a request for your outfit. Will you please wear a dress for tonight? I don’t care which one - but you deserve a nice night and the dress will help with that.”

She smiled up at him. “Alright. But - you have to let me surprise you.”

He chuckled. “Going to short circut my brain?”

“Hopefully.”

“Alright, mi amore. Let me grab my stuff and I’ll get ready in Taza’s room.”

Hank grabbed the hanging suit bag from the closet and smiled. “You need anything before I go, mi princessa?” he asked, pulling her left hand to his mouth to kiss her crown ring. 

Megan smiled at him. “Will you help me change my earrings? I want to wear my pearls.”

“Of course, mi reina.” Hank carefully led her over to her dressing table and switched her earrings from the feathers he’d bought her to her crowned pearls. The backs were just too fiddly for her to do with the soft cast on. “Anything else?”

Megan touched the necklace she was wearing that matched Taza’s. “Can you help me swap this one out for grandmother’s pearls before you go?”

“Are you sure, mi amore? You haven’t taken it off since Taza gave it to you. You could leave it on,” Hank said, rubbing her shoulders gently.

“I’m sure. I’ve got my ring from Papa on. The pearls will look nice with the dress.” She smiled at him in the mirror. 

Hank nodded and carefully worked the slide knots to loosen the turquoise and silver piece. He took the pearls from the wooden carved box on the vanity and carefully fastened the gold clasp. “There. Beautiful.” 

Megan touched them and smiled. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” He picked up his suit bag and kissed her softly. “Call if you need me.”

Hank quickly rinsed off the road dust in the hall shower before pulling the black suit that he usually wore to mass with Mama out. It was still pressed from the last time Mama had done it. He pulled the white collared shirt on over his wife beater and fussed with how high to button it. He couldn’t decide if the tie was a good idea. He finally decided against it and left his collar unbuttoned as well. 

As he was fixing his hair, there was a knock at the door. He quickly went to answer it, calling out “I got it” so Megan wouldn’t come out.

EZ stood there with the biggest bouquet of mixed wild flowers and roses Hank could order in a vase with a grin on his face. 

“Any trouble with the pick up?” Hank asked.

“Nah.” EZ handed him the flowers and a small white box.

“Good. Get going before she gets curious,” Hank told him with a grin.

EZ laughed quietly and threw his hands up in surrender for leaving Hank to finish getting ready. 

In the bedroom, Megan also had quickly rinsed the tunnel dust off in the shower without getting her hair wet. She couldn’t do much with it with the soft cast still on, so she pinned her twin braids into a knot at the base of her skull. It wasn’t perfect, but it was the best that she could do without Taza there to help. Besides, this way her helmet wouldn’t knock it too badly.

She slipped into the shorts Letty had bought her for dresses and figured out how to make the sticky bra work after a quick text chain with the teen herself. Then she stood in front of the dresses in her closet and froze. 

Which dress? Hank had said “nice” but what did that mean, really? Before she could get too deeply in her head about it, Megan called Diana.

“Hola, Sweetheart. Everything alright?” Diana asked through the phone.

“Hey Tía. Sorry. I forgot you might still be driving. Everything’s fine. Just having a bit of a fashion trouble,” Megan assured her.

“You’re fine, Sweetie. I was just about to text you. We just got inside. What’s the matter?” Diana asked.

Megan could hear rustling as her aunt sat things down. “Well, Hank and I are finally going out tonight, but I’m not sure what to wear. He asked for dress because we’re going dancing.”

Tía Diana chuckled. “Ah. I understand. Can’t figure it out?”

“Yeah. Any chance you could help me?”

“Of course, Bebita. What’s Hank wearing?” she asked.

“He took his suit bag to change in Papa’s room.”

“Ah. Perfect. So he’s wearing a suit. What did the doctor say? Do we need to work around your sling?” Megan could hear the change as Diana sat down somewhere.

“No sling,” Megan told her.

“Beautiful. Alright, Sweetheart, swap me to video call so I can see what we’re working with.”

Megan carefully swapped the phone to a video call to show Diana her packed closet. “He said ‘nice’. What does that mean?”

Diana chuckled. “Good question. Which of these have you already worn?”

Diana walked Megan through narrowing down her choices. Both of the final contenders were very different. One was black with tiny spaghetti straps and a back that started right beneath her tattoo. The v-neck allowed her jewelry to be the spotlight as did the plain black fabric. The skirt went to just below her knees and was loose enough to be able to get on the bike.

The second dress was a deep red. The skirt was short, but full and would make a statement if they actually went dancing. It had a sweetheart neckline and straps that went off the shoulder. The back though, was where it really shined. The dress was backless to the small of her back, putting her tattoo on full display as well as a lot of her skin. 

Either dress would pair nicely with the classic black ballet flats that were her only dress shoe option until after her quince.

“How do I figure out which to wear, Tía?” Megan asked, staring down at her two choices spread on her bed.

“How do you want the night to end?” Diana asked. “That should give you an idea of how daring you want to be.”

Megan felt her cheeks warm as she thought about Hank’s promises for after she was out of her sling.

Diana laughed. “That face screams red dress, Sweetheart. I left a lipstick that should be great with it on your dressing table along with an eyeliner pencil and mascara. I know you know how to use those even if you don’t do it often.” She smiled. “You don’t need much makeup anyway, Princessa.”

“Thank you, Tía. I don’t know what I’d have done without you.”

Diana waved her off. “You’d have been fine, Sweetheart. Send me a picture when you’re dressed.”

They said their goodbyes and Megan hurried to use the makeup products Diana had left her before sliding into the red dress and flats. She smoothed her hair and took a few pictures with her phone to send to her tía and Letty. As a last minute decision, she also sent one to Taza. 

A moment later, her phone dinged with a text from her father. She checked it. “You look beautiful, Chica. Enjoy your night.”

Megan smiled and tucked her phone, wallet, and lipstick into a small black purse. She was ready. 

Hank had just slipped into his dress boots and suit jacket when his phone chimed three times from the table. It was his personal cell, not the club burner, so he didn’t worry too much about the texts being anything that could mess up his night. He laughed as he realized they were texts from Taza, Bishop and Marcus. He opened Bishop’s first. 

“Take your gun, brother. YOu might need it to keep the pendejos under control. She’s fucking beautiful.” Hank chuckled, but checked his ankle holster for his back up anyway. 

The text from Marcus simply said “you better do this right,” and Hank couldn’t help but smile. As the only married Mayan currently in Santo Padre, Marcus was certainly a man with strong opinions on how his god daughter should be treated. 

Taza’s text was a little different. “Be sure to tell her how beautiful she looks. Show her how a princessa should be treated. And lock the damn bedroom door!”

Hank laughed. He only replied to Taza’s message since he knew they were all together. “I’ll take good care of her. I promise. And yes - I’ll lock the door.” He slipped his phone into his jacket pocket before he settled it across his broad shoulders and reached for the flowers and box that EZ had dropped off for him.

He knocked on the bedroom door gently. “Mi reina? I take it from the text message I just got from Taza that you’re ready. Can I come in?”

“Come on in,” Megan called through the wooden door.

Hank opened the door carefully with his full hands and stepped into the bedroom.

Megan was standing in the middle of the room fiddling with her purse. She looked up and smiled as Hank came in.

His breath caught in his throat and his jaw dropped. He barely held onto his gifts. “Dios mío, eres tan hermosa, mi reina. How’d I get so lucky?”

Megan’s smile widened. “Usually when you slip into Spanish, I did good, so I’ll take that as a compliment.

Hank chuckled. “You’re beautiful, Megan. So God damned beautiful that my brain shuts down.” He stepped forward and offered her the flowers.

“Thank you! They’re beautiful. My first real flowers…” Megan bent to smell them with a giggle. 

“There will be plenty more, mi amore. I promise.”

Megan sat the vase on her dresser and fussed with them a moment before turning back to him. “You look great too.”

He smiled and offered her his hand so he could pull her close. He gently kissed her knuckles and smiled. “I got you one more thing.” He offered her the small white cardboard box that was tied with a green ribbon.

Megan took it, stepping closer to him to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “Thank you.”

“Open it.”

She pulled the lid off the box to find a delicate pearl bracelet to match the rest of her jewelry. “Oh Hank… It’s gorgeous.”

He took it from the box and showed her where the clasp had an H and an M entwined engraved on it before fastening it around her left wrist. He pressed a kiss to the skin of her inner wrist with a smile. “Ready for a real date?”

“With you? So ready,” Megan said with a smile. 

Hank helped Megan into her armored leather jacket and helmet before putting his own on. EZ had also detailed Hank’s bike during Templo and dropped it off with the flowers and jewelry. It was parked out front. 

Hank mounted his bike and helped Megan to settle behind him. He savored how close she was to him and felt her arms come around his waist tightly before he started the bike and headed for town. 

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader

warnings: injury, mentions of blood and guns

A/N: wrote this over a year ago, but wanted to post something. Don‘t know where this is going lol.

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You passed the security guards of the building complex, stood in the queue for the coffee machine and spinned with the coins in your hands. It has been a hard day, night, even week. Something was off. Your workplace was hiding something… and you noticed it. Since this Avenger had a town under her spell, everyone here was going crazy. Hayward had no control over his soldiers anymore, Captain Monica Rambeau was inciting a riot, and you were in the midst of it.

Darcy Lewis' face lit up when she saw you and soon, she happily came towards you. The people in the row behind you grunted in annoyance as she overtook them in the row next to the device. 

‘Oh my, please, she’s a doctor. The disrespect of some people.’ You joked and let her hug you. After all, you were glad you had someone in this place that brought some joy with them.

‘Where the hell have you hid, agent? I have missed you!’ Darcy lightly pushed you in your shoulder, but you just put your hands in the pockets of your SWORD - sweater and shook your head. 

‘I was working.’ The waiting line moved and you stepped forward. ‘Something you apparently don’t have much to-’

‘Oh my god (Y/N)! The audacity!’ You laughed at the response of the brunette and looked at her. ‘Who was the one that discovered the broadcast signals of WandaVision?!” She looked expectantly at you, but you bit your cheek amused and provoked her with not giving an answer. ‘Me. It was me. The great Doctor Darcy Lewis!”

‘Right Lewis, now go and get a coffee, people are waiting.’ Some random guy huffed from behind you.

She hastily stepped forward, pressed the button of her desired order and turned to you once again. With a wink she threw in the coins to pay. 

‘Oh god Darcy, don’t even get me started on that witch’s case. Creating a fake scenario to live with the love of her life? What is she? A depressed teenager?’ Darcy turned offended and slapped your arm, now without kidding. ‘Ouch! What the hell??’

Your friend grabbed her coffee, stepped to the side and you repeated her prior actions for your own order. 

‘(Y/N)! You have no idea how much that girl went through-’

‘Parents dead. Brother dead. Robot boyfriend dead. Fellow Avengers dead. Now once again imaginary boyfriend and also kids dead. I get it, she has been through a lot, but there are people out there called psycho therapists, they are qualified for such people. I can recommend my mom’s one.’ The machine finished and you walked back to your office, both a coffee mug in your hands. 

‘Do you hear how stupid what you are saying sounds?! Wanda Maximoff is..a wonder! An Avenger who can harness chaos magic, engage in telepathy as well as telekinesis and alter reality. She has so much power! She is the most powerful Avenger!’ Darcy burst with excitement as you let yourself fall back in your office chair and sighed.

‘Look Darcy, I get it. You are a fangirl… but she kidnapped an entire city! How can you defend that?! She hurt civilian citizens. Twice now if you remember Lagos! She is dangerous.’ You furrowed your eyebrows and took a sip of your coffee.

Darcy shook her head enthusiastically. ‘No! Just no (Y/N)! Hayward, that bastard, he is the reason! She just wanted a funeral for her love and he used his body to recreate a new robot for SWORD-’ 

You choked on your drink at her words and spilled some of it on your desk. With widened eyes you tilted your head and looked at her. ‘He did what?? That son of a bitch. That’s why everyone is acting so differently here.’ You pulled out a tissue of one of the desk drawers and wiped your desk while chewing your lip in thought. ‘Okay, I take that back. Maybe she had reasons to… grief in her own way. But that still doesn’t explain capturing a whole city!’ 

Darcy emptied her cup and walked to the exit of your office. ‘All I’m saying is that she’s not the only bad guy here. Think about that!’ She shrugged and left you alone. 

‘A pleasure as always, Doctor Lewis.’ You sighed to yourself and threw your mugs in the bin. After finishing your short break you returned to give your attention to the mission files that had to be completed.

Great. You were working for an emotionless asshole.

---

‘You are a horrible influence, Lewis.’ 

You snapped at your colleague while jumping into some kind of cover. ‘I just should have let you be a fangirl and never should have asked questions.’ You mumbled upset. Rummaging in the side pockets of your trousers, you searched for your pistol and as soon as you touched it, sighed in relief.

‘Well, to my defence, Monica is the one that got us here. I’m just the thinker, she brings the action.’ Darcy chuckled and you stared incredulously at her.

‘Are you kidding me?! We are getting attacked for snooping around to look for signs of Vision’s dead body, probably will be on the run after that and you laugh?’ You shouted at the woman next to you and threw a small can of pepper spray to her which she easily caught. 

‘Get the hell out of here and we will talk about the consequences later in the plane.’ The voice of the Captain became audible in your ear piece as you took down two guards.

‘In the plane? We will have to leave? I was joking!’ You hissed nervously as you fought your way outside.

‘Well yeah, we just became enemies - or rather traitors - of the United States of America. We know top secret information.’ Darcy screamed from the other side of the room.

‘Goddamnit! I have a cat to take care of! I hate you guys so much!’ You ran out of the hall and met Monica. ‘I should have never done this. Fuck!’ You muttered and leaned on the wall, trying to catch your breath. 

‘You can’t change it anymore. So either you move your ass in that goddamn plane and go underground for a while, or you surrender and rot in prison. You are doing the right thing (Y/N), we are proving the world Wanda wasn’t the only problem in this conflict.‘

You nodded at Rambeau’s words, somehow finding some sort of confidence in them, and the trio of you started sprinting to the flight area. Monica jumped into the pilot’s seat of the nearest aircraft, Darcy and you getting on board right after her. 

When she started the machine and you felt it hovering, you laid on a bench in the back and closed your eyes. Although you were sure you couldn’t get even a little bit of sleep due to the adrenaline floating in your veins, you hoped resting would help you process and understand today’s events a bit better. 

---

The next time you opened your eyes, the machine was flying on autopilot and your two co-performers were packing three backpacks with vital equipment such as water, preserves and knives. You straightened and rubbed your face with your hands, clearly exhausted from the previous fight. 

Darcy turned around to your bench to fetch some bandages, but when she saw you getting up, she startled and stopped her motions. ‘God! Do you always have to be so quiet and sneaky?’

‘I am an agent, what do you think?’ You rolled your eyes and stepped to help them pack the bags. ‘Or was an agent, thank you again.’

‘(Y/N)! Will you ever stop that?’ Monica snubbed you before she continued. ‘Listen. We’re now enemies of SWORD with too much information, which means we probably have to spend some time on the run. Not together though. I suggest we will split…’ she turned completely to you, ‘you have family in Romania, right? I think it’s time for a visit.’

You nodded reluctantly and threw a spare sweater in your backpack. ‘When will you drop me off? And where?’

‘There’s a little abandoned town with a lake nearby. Stay there for a bit, then go find your family. We should arrive at dawn.’ Monica stepped next to you and grabbed your hands. ‘I know this sucks, but there’s still Sam Wilson somewhere out there...he will notice something is off and before you can blink, you’re back home.’ She squeezed your hands and gave you a reassuring smile.

‘Back home with your cat!’ You heard Darcy from somewhere in the back of the aircraft and chuckled lightly despite trying to stay mad at your friend.

‘No seriously, agent, thank you for doing this. It was the right choice.’ Monica carefully let go of you and returned to the pilot seat. 

‘What a choice. I had much of it.’ You mumbled sarcastically before taking the seat next to her.

---

When the quinjet landed, you sighed shakily one last time and turned to say goodbye to the two women. 

‘Take care. I’m gonna miss you.’ Darcy hugged you tight and looped her arms over your shoulders. 

‘I’m gonna miss you, too, fangirl.’ The brunette rolled her eyes playfully at the nickname and you grinned. When she released you, the Captain stepped forward and shook your hand.

‘See you soon, Agent. Be safe!‘ 

‘Thank you, Captain.‘ You left the plane and turned around one last time. Darcy waved goodbye and you returned the gesture, while Monica already started to get ready to take off. 

You watched them fly away and began walking on the sidewalk, following a long road to Romania‘s mountains. They let you out some miles away from the remote town, just to make sure you didn‘t attract any attention. 

So, you started your journey, with no real clue where to go. You cursed angrily when it became so dark you could only see your surroundings a few feet away from you, and then it started storming, and your mood was devastated. 

Luckily, you had a flashlight with you and could somehow make it to the branch that led to the town and lake. You turned to walk along the smaller road that turned into a path through the forest after ten minutes of walking.

Blind due to the now complete darkness, you startled when you suddenly heard a lightning strike in the distance. Before you could make out in what direction the thunderstorm was, cold raindrops hit your face.

‘For fuck‘s sake!‘ You put on your jacket‘s hood and started to walk faster to find shelter. Later, you tried to orientate yourself on top of a slightly higher hill. You recognised the shades of the lake and a small cabin, and a little further the empty city. 

Happy to see your final destination and impatient to get out of the storm, you started running down the hill. You were almost in the flat again when you suddenly heard a loud crack and before you could blink twice, you plumped on the ground.

You screamed out in pain and laid still, panting. You must have slipped on the wet ground and fell, your leg hitting a stone. After trying to calm your breathing a bit, you straightened up with the help of a log and lifted the flashlight. 

With your injured leg, you wouldn‘t be able to make it to the town - you would have to circle the whole lake - and you were also in the midst of a storm, so you decided to try and get protection at the lonely wooden cabin. 

You limped to it, dragged yourself over the steps, one at a time, before you leaned against the wooden door to collect yourself. 

‘Hello? I don‘t know if someone‘s in there, and if you can understand me, but I‘m hurt and just need some first aid equipment and a shelter while the storm rages. I‘m gonna wait for a bit, otherwise I‘ll batter this door in and get in.’ You breathed out through gasps.

But before you had to make your way through that door, light switched on inside the hut and footsteps became audible. The door opened carefully and a redhead got visible, her hands in the back bags of her jeans.

‘Hi! Uhm- Do you speak English?’ You put out while trying to pantomime your words with finger motions. 

The woman giggled, and you noticed a blush creeping up on your cheeks. You cursed yourself for not paying attention to your grandma teaching you Romanian, it would have been a lot easier to just communicate in the first language of the country.

‘I do. How can I help you?’ She replied and took your figure in. Her words were bolstered by a thick accent, an accent you have heard before, and you took a closer look at her. 

‘Oh my god. You‘re Maximoff. The Scarlet Witch. You‘re Wanda Maximoff.’ You identified the woman astonished. 

Panic settled in the witch's eyes. ‘I‘m- I-’ 

‘I-’ you chuckled incredulously, ‘fuck Hayward. I‘m sorry. For everything.’ You hissed and rolled your eyes in annoyance at the thought of your ex-boss.

Wanda tried to process your words speechlessly. She has been alone for so long, and now a stranger stood at her front door, knowing exactly about everything she so badly wanted to make unhappen. 

‘No seriously. He‘s unbe-’ your gaze fell to your leg that was now in the light of the cabin, and you could see your injury. Not only was it coated in blood, you also could see a bit of bone standing out. ‘-be…liev… I think I'm gonna pass ou-’ you collapsed, but before your body hit the ground, red wisps surrounded your unconscious body and prevented you from it. 

Wanda carefully lifted you through the cabin and laid you down on the couch. She had no idea who she had now lying in her guest room, but this person must have seen through Hayward‘s ill intentions.

And she couldn‘t disregard an injured person out in the dark, could she?

[shion-yu]

False Alarm

Sometimes, it’s just not meant to be. An early Cliff and Theo/Al story, mostly fluffy banter and then some angst. 2,810 words, no TWs but CWs low intensity hospital setting, transplant talk, mention of internalized homophobia.

Cliff wasn't sure what to make of Theo, the lawyer he was doing his summer internship with before he started his first semester at NYU. When Cliff thought about what a lawyer should look like, he had certain expectations. A lawyer was extremely formal, never smiled or laughed, never asked questions, and always wore a suit. The only one of these qualities that Theo possessed was the suit wearing, and even then he could occasionally be caught wearing khakis and a button down. 

The craziest thing about Theo though, was that he was openly gay and no one seemed to care. It floored Cliff. His mom had always looked down on gay couples they saw in public. She looked down on everyone, but especially people who "chose" to stand out. Yet here Theo was, with a big office overlooking the financial district and an incredible case record under his belt and nobody ever seemed to disrespect him. He even had a picture of his partner on his desk where anybody could see, including the clients who came for consultations and business partners whose opinions really mattered. Cliff didn't understand how Theo got away with it, but he did. It definitely left an impression.

This particular day though, Theo seemed frazzled and distracted. Cliff was sitting across from him in Theo's office just having his weekly check-in with the lawyer. Theo usually seemed very put together and focused, but today he kept checking his personal cell phone on his desk like he was waiting for something. "So Cliff," Theo said, "Still think you'd like to go to law school after your first month here?"

"I think so," Cliff said. He tried not to watch as Theo glanced at his phone yet again. "I like the research. And I like going to court."

"You've certainly got the brains for it," Theo said. "When you're at NYU, take lots of diverse classes. Everything can always tie back into law and make you better at practicing it."

"Thanks," Cliff said.

"No problem," Theo said casually, but he was immediately distracted when his phone buzzed with a call. He looked at the caller ID and nearly jumped out of his seat. "Sorry Cliff, I've got to take this," Theo said hurriedly. "You're fine here, just, hey, pour yourself a coffee or something." Theo motioned to the full coffee pot on one of his other desks and then stopped paying attention to Cliff.

Cliff tried not to be nosy and listen, but it was hard not to when they were in the same room. He made himself a cup of coffee even though he preferred tea and sipped awkwardly. He hoped it gave the impression he wasn’t paying attention to the conversation Theo was having that clearly was not about work. "Are you sure that's all it is?” Theo was saying, his voice concerned. “Tomorrow? What time? Does he need to stay overnight? NPO after midnight? Okay. Yes, of course. Thank you Doctor."

Theo set his phone down, took a deep breath and then sat back in his office chair. "Sorry Cliff," he said. "You can come back now."

Cliff awkwardly returned to his seat a cross from Theo, placing the steaming cup of coffee on a coaster at the edge of Theo's desk. "That was my partner's doctor, I've been waiting for that call, sorry to be so distracted," Theo said. "He's going to the hospital for a minor procedure tomorrow, so I probably won't see you for the rest of the week." 

"Oh," Cliff said. What else was he supposed to say? "I hope he's okay."

"He's fine, thank you," Theo said. "He's got a port, I don't know if you're familiar, it's like an IV in his chest. Anyways, it got infected so they're replacing it with a new one." Cliff honestly had no idea what Theo was talking about, but it sounded serious. It seemed Cliff wasn't very good at hiding his expression, because Theo added, "He's got a disease called cystic fibrosis, so he's in and out of the hospital a lot. I don't want to say it's not a big deal, but well, it's not an emergency. Don't worry." 

"Okay," Cliff said. He nodded to the framed photo on Theo's desk. In it, a slightly younger Theo had one arm slung over the shoulders over a guy with curly dark hair, thick glasses and dimples. "That's him, right?"

"Yup," Theo confirmed. "His name's Al. He's a good guy." The way Theo was smiling as he said this was different from the way Theo usually smiled at everybody else. Cliff didn't know how to define it - fond, perhaps? "Next time he comes around I'll let you meet him. You'd like him." Now Theo had a weirdly knowing look on his face, as if he understood something Cliff didn't. 

"Sure," Cliff said. He was so confused. 

His confusion didn't abate even when he did meet Al about three weeks later. Al was shorter than Theo and wore very casual clothing that stuck out in the law firm. His cheeks were pink compared to the rest of his olive skin, which Cliff soon realized was from coughing. Al coughed the entire time he was in the office to drop off a lunch for Theo, and he dragged a metal cylinder on wheels behind him that connected to clear oxygen tubing in his nose. Cliff was startled; the oxygen hadn't been in the picture, nor had he expected Al to sound quite so sick. But everybody else in the office seemed to know Al well and think nothing of it. Al himself seemed energetic and cheerful, which was not how Cliff pictured somebody sick in his head.

Still, Cliff wasn't used to sick people, even if Al was apparently not contagious. He was sort of hoping Theo had forgotten about his promise to let him meet Al, but Cliff had no such luck. "Al, this is my intern, Cliff Barrows," Theo said as he led Al right to Cliff's desk.

Obviously unable to hide when his boss stood right in front of him, Cliff stood up and forced a polite smile. "Nice to meet you," Cliff said, sticking his hand out to shake.

"Nice to meet you too! I finally meet the famous Cliff," Al grinned, shaking Cliff's hand. His grip was firm and sure, not weak at all.

"Famous in a good way," Theo reassured Cliff. "I told him all about what a good kid you are."

"Uh, thanks," Cliff said, trying to keep a questioning tone from creeping into his voice. He felt awkward standing right there in front of the two of them under scrutiny. "Um... I'm just gonna get back to work then," he said, sitting at his desk and typing something nonsensical into an open word document until he was sure the pair was no longer looking at him. 

Cliff tried to look subtle as the two men walked away. Theo led Al towards his office with one hand around Al's back, Al coughing as they went, but he was also laughing. Cliff had no idea how he could seem so happy. Cliff had googled cystic fibrosis when Theo had mentioned it and it didn't really sound like a laughing matter to him. It sounded incurable and painful. Then again, Cliff supposed they couldn't be gloomy all the time. Or maybe even most of the time, since Al and Theo seemed to be normal unlike Cliff who could indeed go around with a perpetually serious look on his face. 

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Al sat heavily in the chair on the client side of Theo's desk, coughing until Theo handed him a glass of water to sip on. "Thanks," he croaked, smiling up at his partner gratefully. 

Theo sat across the desk from Al in his chair. Although Al got to see Theo in his formal attire every day before and after work, seeing him wear it at work always felt different. Theo carried himself so confidentially and spoke with such a professional tone, it honestly made Al want to grab his tie and kiss him right there in the office. Theo's desk had definitely seen some action after hours before.

"Stop looking at me like that," Theo said, opening up the salad Al had brought him.

"Like what? I don't know what you're talking about," Al said innocently.

Theo mixed a packet of dressing up with his salad. "Like I'm a piece of meat."

"Aren't you?" 

Theo shook his head with a smirk. "You're so damn predictable," he said. "You keep your hands to yourself mister, I've got court later today. Thanks for the food." 

"You're welcome," Al said. "By the way, you were so right about that Cliff kid." 

"Right?" Theo said around a mouthful of lettuce. "He's definitely gay."

"So gay," Al agreed. "And adorably awkward.”

“He’s actually a better speaker than you might think,” Theo said thoughtfully. “When it comes to work stuff anyways,” he added, seeing Al’s incredulous look of doubt.

“He gave me the ‘wow, you must be dying’ look,” Al said. “You should probably tell him I’m fine. And that his face is an open book." 

Theo shrugged. “I don’t know how reassuring ‘My partner’s fine, just waiting for a double lung transplant’ is, but sure, I’ll tell him.”

Al rolled his eyes. “Thanks a lot,” he said sarcastically. “Anyways, I’m heading home. What do you want to eat tonight?” 

“Anything. Shake Shack. Anything."

"So... Shake Shack," Al said. 

"How did you know?" Theo grinned. "Okay, be careful on your way home baby. Wear your mask on the train."

"Ugh, Theo, it's July," Al whined, but Theo knew he would behave. Al was usually great about taking care of himself, but especially now when he couldn't risk any illnesses lest it ruin his chances of being on the transplant list. It was also why he tried not to leave the house much these days, but he'd had a doctors appointment a few blocks away so had taken the opportunity of already being out to visit Theo. 

Theo kissed Al goodbye and watched his partner walk down the street from the windows in his office, dragging the wheeled oxygen tank behind him. He shook his head, wishing Al would just take a cab, but Al hated wasting money if he could do it the cheaper way and Theo suspected it was far more about independence than cost at this point in their lives. 

They'd been together about five years now and had lived with each other since day one, having met as roommates. Theo had been in his last year of law school while Al was struggling after the death of his husband. At first they were just friends and that was enough. Right person, wrong time Theo thought, because it didn't seem like Al was ready for anything more. But then Al had gotten really sick and although he insisted Theo didn't need to worry about it, it was impossible. Theo spent every day studying at the hospital so that Al wouldn’t be alone until feelings became inevitable and Al made the first move. The rest was history. 

Theo smiled to himself thinking about Al, absently eating his salad until he was interrupted by his phone ringing. It was Al, which was odd because Al had only just left his office. "Babe? You okay?" Theo answered.

"Meet me at the hospital," Al said in a breathless rush. "I’ve got lungs."

Theo was speechless. This was the moment they'd dreamed of for months, and it was happening now. Right now. "Theo?" Theo realized he hadn’t said anything in response.

"Holy shit. Holy shit, I love you so much. Yeah, okay, I'm coming."

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False alarms for this sort of thing should be illegal, Theo thought to himself angrily. The doctor had just left the room and explained he was so sorry, but the lungs weren't a perfect match after all. They were going to someone else - someone who wasn't Albert. Al had been congenial about it, nodding as if it didn't bother him. But Theo was livid and could barely contain his anger as the doctor closed the door. 

The silence in the room was heavy. Al had been changed into a gown, given CHG bath and gotten labs done, and had his port hooked up to fluids. He sat there in the hospital bed where they'd waited with excitement for the past two hours, now lost for words. 

"It's not fair," Theo said finally. His hands were balled into fists, which were shaking. "How can they do this?" Al was quiet. He looked out the window with a calmness that Theo didn't understand. "You're not mad?" 

"No," Al said softly. "I'm not mad. Can we go home though?" He was already going for his clothes, unbuttoning his gown. "Hey, if you hurry you can still make it to court this afternoon." 

Theo shook his head. "I don't care about court. I already told work I didn't know when I'd be back. They're going to be more surprised when I say nevermind." 

"Sorry," Al said, as if he’d ruined a casual date and not lost the opportunity of a lifetime after it was crudely dangled in front of him.

"Don't apologize," Theo said. "If anything, this place should be apologizing to you. How are you so calm?"

Al shrugged. "Someone else is getting lungs. Someone who needs them. I'm not going to be mad about that."

Theo sighed. "You're right, but I'm still pissed. Can I be pissed for you?"

Al seemed to consider it for several seconds and then nodded. "Yeah. You can be pissed for both of us, okay?" 

"I gotcha, baby," Theo said. He forced a tight smile at Al, who gave a tired smile back. 

Al was discharged and they arrived home around dinner time. Theo was starving, but Al said he didn't feel like eating. Theo didn’t feel like seeing anybody else for the rest of the day, even a delivery driver, and ended up throwing a frozen pizza in the oven. He called Al to the table when it was ready, hoping the smell would entice him. "You should eat just a little," Theo said. 

"I'm really not hungry," Al said quietly. "I just want to go to bed and have this day be over."

Theo felt a pang of pity and sighed. "I know. Just a few bites?"

Al finished half a slice and then shuffled off to bed. Theo ate the rest of the pizza alone, letting all the negative thoughts he was having get to him for just a few minutes. He chewed the pizza like it had personally done something offensive to him and then scrubbed the dishes clean, his stomach aching from eating too much. Then, he took a shower and forced himself to let all the tension leave him. He imagined it swirling down the drain with the soapy water, leaving him exhausted but calm. As upset as Theo was, Al was the one these things were happening to. He had to be strong for Al. 

Theo went to the bathroom, now in fresh pajamas and ready to be there for his partner. Al was lying on his side but not asleep and peeked over his shoulder at Theo. Theo sat next to him on bed and rested a hand on Al's arm. "Should we talk about it?" He asked.

"Nah. What is there to talk about?" Al said in his usual gentle tone. If Theo didn't know any better, he'd think Al didn't care, or was totally fine. But he also knew that wasn't possible and Al hid his feelings well. 

"What happened today was kind of crazy," Theo said carefully. "Crazy and honestly... not okay. It was like the biggest news of your life and then the biggest let down. It's a lot to take in."

Al sat up and looked at Theo. His green eyes were always so forbearing. "It is a lot," he said. "But ya know, I'm not as upset as I thought I'd be. Coz when I got the call, I didn't think, 'I'm going to live.' All I could think was, if I die, I'm not ready. So... Maybe today just wasn't the right time."

Theo hadn't expected Al to say anything like that. He swallowed down the lump that had risen in his throat and took Al's hands in his own. "You're right. It wasn't meant to be, and maybe it was for the better."

Al nodded in agreement, leaning forward to press his forehead against Theo's. "I love you, Theo," he said. "Thanks for being there for me." 

"I love you too," Theo said, taking Al’s hands in his own and squeezing them. "And next time you get the call, it's going to be the right match."

[kingdaddydaichi]

☆ title: redefining (ch. 8) | ( ch. 7 ) ☆ ( ch. 9 )

☆ pairing: cop!daichi sawamura x single mom!reader

☆ wc: 3.4k

☆ synopsis: four years after leaving your toxic ex, you find yourself a single mom to a 10-year-old boy named musubi, who harbors a lot of misdirected anger. you hear from his fifth grade teacher, mr. suga, more often than your own mother and a resulting friendship is born. meeting suga’s best friend wages a war between your head and your heart - one that challenges everything you think you know about love and police officers. neither are to be trusted. both have left you lost and scared when you needed them the most. so, when a cop comes knocking at love’s door, just how strong is your resolve to keep your heart under lock and key?

☆ warnings/notes: nsfw. mdni. cop!daichi. use of blindfold (in a non-sexual way). fluff. a hint of angst. y/n gets a glimpse of what love is supposed to feel like. outdoor sex. this chapter made me laugh out loud. it also made me cry out loud.

She’s falling in love now, losing control now Fighting the truth, trying to hide But I think it’s alright, girl Yeah, I think it’s alright, girl

Losin’ Control - Russ

You’d been having the work week from hell, and it was only Tuesday morning. As you groaned at yet another email, one for which the reply was going to require a shit ton of research, you heard the ZZZT of a new notification on your silenced phone. Longing for a break from the mind-numbing analysis, you reached for it, your heart skipping far too many beats to be considered healthy before nearly leaping out of your throat. It was the first time you’d heard from Daichi Sawamura since he left your house Sunday morning.

Yeahhhh. You still hadn’t deleted his contact info. Yet!

You eagerly swiped to see his text.

Officer Big Dick: Hey, lady. How’s your day going?

You: My whole week has been shit so far, but hi! How are you?

Officer Big Dick: Pretty good, but I’m sorry to hear that. Is it cool if I call you?

You: Now?

Officer Big Dick: Yeah. Or later. Whatever’s best for you.

Rather than replying with a ‘yes’, you tapped the phone icon and nearly slid right out of your chair when you heard his baritone voice, smooth and warm like melted butter.

“Hi.” You could hear him smiling.

“Hi,” you mimicked, knowing full well he could also hear your idiotic grin.

“I’m sorry you’re having a shitty week. Is there anything I can do?”

You politely declined his offer and exchanged a few niceties before he got down to brass tacks.

“So, I was wondering if you’re gonna be free either Friday or Saturday night?”

“Daichi…” You hoped he couldn’t hear your smile morph into a grimace. “I…I’m not going out on a date with you.”

“It’s not a date. We’ll just hang out. There’s something I want to show you.”

“Oh, really?” A smile began to tug at the corners of your mouth again as your eyebrows knitted with curiosity. “What’s that?”

“Well, it’s a surprise.”

“Damn it, Daichi,” you snickered. “You tease.”

“So will you be free?”

It was your ex’s weekend with your son. “Yes, both nights.”

“Okay, good. Be ready at twenty-one hund - sorry, my brain is in work mode - nine o’clock Friday night. I’ll come pick you up and take you to a super-secret location.”

You giggled, but you were intrigued. “You’re not gonna tell me where though?”

“No. It wouldn’t be a super-secret location if I told you.”

You rolled your eyes, but the happiness was plastered all over your face. “Thanks, Captain Obvious.” You heard the laugh in his breath before you went on. “Can you at least give me an idea as to how I should dress?”

“Just wear something comfortable. Casual. Oh, and warm.”

Friday night rolled around and even though you were tired from the hellacious work week you’d had, you were also excited to find out what Daichi had up his sleeve. If you were honest with yourself, which you weren’t, you were also giddy about seeing the sweet cop again. You huffed a quiet laugh to yourself. ‘Sweet’ and ‘cop’ - two words that didn’t belong in the same thought, let alone the same sentence.

The butterflies in your gut went into a frenzy when you saw the Interceptor’s low beams approaching in your driveway. You would never begin to understand how armpits can get stone cold and sweaty at the same damn time. 

You opened your front door as Daichi walked up the stairs and onto your porch, both of you beaming brighter than his headlights. As soon as he crossed the threshold, he pulled his hands out of his jacket pockets and cupped your face. The coolness of his touch offered soothing relief to the heat that had risen in your cheeks as he leaned down to kiss you, but it did nothing for the freefall. You grabbed onto his arms to steady yourself as you swayed in your boots.

Pulling away, he said, “You ready?”

“Yes,” you said, still breathless from his kiss. “And just so we’re clear, this is not a date!”

“Right.” He smiled and nodded. “This is not a date.” It sounded suspiciously equivalent to a man’s secret to a happy marriage - just nod and say ‘yes, dear’.

After you locked up, he took your hand and walked you out into the chilly night air towards his vehicle. However, rather than opening your car door, he pulled something out of his back pocket. 

“Alright,” he said, “I’m gonna put this blindfold on y-”

“Wh-what? No!”

He dropped his arms. “I can’t take you to a super-secret location if you can see where we’re going!” He tried and failed to suppress his inner smartass. “If you’d rather, I can put a bag over your head instead.”

You burst into laughter and slapped at his chest. “Shut up, Daichi!” You went to poke him in his ribs, but he dodged, wheezing. You crossed your arms, your lips twisting to the side. “Fine, go ahead. Put it on me.”

“The blindfold or the bag?”

“I SWEAR TO GOD, DAICHI, I WILL MARCH RIGHT BACK INTO THAT HOUSE AND YOU CAN TRY AGAIN TOMORROW, SIR!” You’d never get tired of the way he smiled when he laughed. 

After carefully tying the black cloth behind your head, he waved his hand in front of your face before helping you into the front passenger seat. He closed your door before joining you on the driver side. 

“No peeking!” he warned.

Daichi had been driving for what felt like about twenty minutes when you huffed, “Are we there yet?”

“Almost,” he assured you. “Just a few more miles.”

“Miles?! We’ve already been driving for so long!”

“I know. Just try to be patient…”

Eventually, you felt the car slow down as Daichi took a turn, the smooth pavement giving way to gravel judging by the way it crunched under the tires. You felt the SUV make another slow turn, the crunching of the gravel disappearing as the terrain became a little bumpier. Daichi brought it to a stop and put the steering gear into park before killing the engine.

“Where the hell are we?”

“Hang on, I’ll come around and help you out,” he said, unbuckling.

Your door opened and Daichi took your hand as you swung your legs around. He had you put your hands on his shoulders before gripping your waist in his big hands and safely lowering your feet to the ground. 

You were outside, that much was obvious. There were no other voices, so you accurately surmised that it was just the two of you. As he guided you, you could faintly make out the occasional swoosh of a car driving down the distant highway, but otherwise there were only the sounds of your and Daichi’s footsteps and the gentle whisper of a breeze as it passed through some nearby trees. 

You hadn’t walked very far when he stopped and turned you ninety degrees before strategically lifting your chin a little.

“Okay, stay just like that. Don’t even move your head,” he spoke in a hushed tone.

“This is ridiculous, but okay.” You felt him untying the knot behind your head, careful not to pull any of your hair. When the dark material was lifted from your eyes, you opened them only to have your breath taken away in exchange for your sight. Your hands flew to your mouth as if to try and keep what little air remained in your lungs from escaping as ancient light reflected in your watery eyes.

“What is that?” you whispered as one might when standing on hallowed ground.

“It’s the spiral arm of our galaxy. Well, one of them anyway.”

It was a hazy band of white light some thirty degrees wide, splitting the night sky like a sheet, spinning at an imperceptible rate of 130 miles per second.

“No fucking way.” You were still speaking in hushed tones as though it was a rare sighting of a small animal that could dash away at any moment. “It’s not even possible to see that from Earth, is it? Not with the naked eye.”

“Sure, it is. At a dark sky site such as this,” Daichi clarified, looking around at the other celestial bodies. “Far away from all the light pollution of the city, you can see all kinds of deep space objects.” Your wide, wandering eyes never left the sky when he squeezed your shoulder. “I’ll be right back. Gonna grab a few things from the car.”

He returned moments later, a soft chortle leaving his lips as he watched you turn this way and that with your chin tilted up towards the stars. You’d never seen so many at once. Daichi spread one of the blankets out over the short grass and sat down, crossing one ankle over the other. Following the sound of his voice, you finally looked away from the sky, so dark you could barely see him. You went to sit down next to him, but he opened his legs and pulled you to sit between them instead.

After draping a blanket over you, he reached over and handed you a pair of binoculars so you could get an even more intimate view of the universe from your Earthly position.

“You see that constellation that looks like a W?”

You squinted through the binocular lenses, trying to follow the trajectory of his pointed finger. “Oh! Yeah, I see it.”

“Alright, following the line from the right tip of it, look up a bit. Can you see an orange, fuzzy-looking blur? It’s really faint.”

It took you a few seconds, but you finally zeroed in on it. “Yeah? But barely.” It was too blurry to be a star. “What is that?”

“That’s Andromeda.”

“Andromeda? You mean the galaxy?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Shut the fuck up,” you said, smiling. “There are trillions of stars in that tiny orange blur…”

What kind of man brings you out to a super-secret location and shows you not one, but two fucking galaxies? It was the single most romantic thing a guy had ever done for you. 

You handed the binoculars back to Daichi in favor of taking in the majesty of the heavens through your naked eyes. Planting his palms on the ground, he leaned back so you could comfortably recline with the back of your head resting on his chest. 

Sniffling, you looked out at things that were real, but that you never thought you’d see with your own eyes. 

“Are you cold?” he asked, hand rubbing up and down your arm.

With your back still turned to him, you shook your head no.

Why was he doing this? You’d already had sex with him several times. You’d given him more pussy in the last few weeks than you’d given at all in the prior few years. You both knew he didn’t have to do all this to get his dick wet. So why would he do this for you?

He planned this. He prepared for this. He noticed something special about you…and remembered. He thought of you and called you in advance. He made you laugh, and as hard as you tried to fight it, he made you cry. Trying not to sniffle again forced you to breathe through your mouth, your attempt to mask your feelings only backfiring when you drew a turbulent breath. You squeezed your eyes shut as the first tears rolled down your cheeks.

“You okay?”

Searing tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and before you could stop yourself, you sniffled again, and his hand stopped caressing your arm.

“Y/n, are you crying?” 

“S-shut up,” you gasped, interlacing your fingers with his and bringing his arm to rest across your waist.

His arm flexed around you, pulling you closer. “Is something wrong?”

Maintaining your silence, you shook your head truthfully. There was nothing wrong. Everything was right. 

As he was prone to do, rather than force the issue or pry it out of you, he let it go, trusting that you would tell him if you wanted him to know. 

As you sat in comfortable silence with Daichi, you realized it was becoming increasingly possible that you could lose this battle with him. This battle that either he didn’t know existed, or one for which he was using his strategy of fearless honesty to beat you at your own game - not by force, but by disarmament. Perhaps the joke was on you and Daichi was the one who was in control.

“You know what my favorite thing is about stargazing?” he asked thoughtfully, brushing his thumb along yours. Something you’d noticed about him is that he almost never speaks more loudly than is necessary to be heard.

“Hm?”

“Not only are we looking out into space, but we’re also looking back in time. Andromeda is roughly two and a half million light years away. The light reaching our eyes took that long to get here. So, we’re seeing that galaxy as it existed two and a half million years ago. Betelgeuse could explode tonight and we wouldn’t be able to see it from Earth for over 500 years.”

“Wow,” you whispered. 

“Pretty crazy that we’re looking at the stars as they used to be, not as they are right now.” You turned slightly and looked up at Daichi, who looked back down at you with a small smile. “It reminds me that I’m alive; to have the rare opportunity to see something so profound. Somehow this relatively insignificant human existence feels rather exclusive, doesn’t it?”

You reached up behind his neck to bring him closer for a kiss. His tender lips lingered on yours, in no hurry at all as though the two of you had millions of light years for this one kiss. 

You pulled away and turned around to straddle his lap. His bulky arms pulled you in for a hug, your arms holding fast around his neck as you buried your face in it. 

“Are you happy?” Daichi asked, rubbing your back. 

Shivering, you nodded. “I am now.” 

You hadn’t spoken ten words in as many minutes, and both of you were perfectly okay with that. Words weren’t necessary for the conversation the two of you were having. You were sharing more than words could ever say and you wanted to be closer. You kissed Daichi’s neck, making him hum as you trailed your way to his waiting lips to kiss him again, this time more deeply. 

He rolled you onto your back, your tongues exploring each other’s mouths, hands roaming one another’s bodies, removing articles of clothing in the process. You shivered in the cool night air, your nipples tightly pebbled against Daichi’s bare chest. He pulled the blankets over the tangled mess of your bodies as best he could until your hand guided his face to look at you as the other reached between his legs. 

“Please…Daichi. Need you inside,” you sighed, the warmth of your breath tickling his ear. 

Exhaling, he quickly nodded as two pairs of socked feet peeked out from the bottom, blankets be damned. He hissed a little at the feeling of his cold fingertips as he guided his hard length to your warm, waiting entrance. He pushed his wet tip inside, his fluttering brown eyes melting as your liquid heat embraced him, welcoming him deeper and deeper within. 

“Mm y/n…you feel amazing,” Daichi praised.

He propped himself on his forearms, his large hands framing the sides of your face, watching your lips part with a sigh as he slowly sheathed his full length deep inside you. He held himself there for a moment, admiring your beauty in the faint glow of ancient starlight while basking in the soft warmth that enveloped him. 

You squirmed beneath him, eagerly anticipating the first powerful snap of his hips. “Fuck me, Daichi,” you breathed, a hint of urgency in your quiet voice.

Brushing his thumb across your cheek, he shook his head. “No. I don’t wanna fuck you tonight, y/n. I wanna go slow and make you feel everything.”

Making love was dangerous at best. It made you feel too much; too many things that felt unsafe and uncomfortable - intimacy, vulnerability, tenderness.

“Y/n, look at me,” he whispered. 

You opened your eyes to find yourself falling into his. There it was again, something so overwhelming that it took courage to hold his gaze. As he began to roll his hips, you became intensely aware that he was seeing all the way inside you, a wordless exchange between you as he communicated directly with your soul. It was familiar, comfortable, and all so terrifying.

You knew you should’ve pulled away or put a hand up to stop him. But your body bid him passage, opening up to him again and again.

He wasn’t supposed to be here - in your life, your mind, your body, and certainly not in your heart. So why couldn’t you just let him go already? You kept pushing him away, but when it came time to let your hands fall away from him and part ways, rather than let him go, you’d do the exact opposite and pull him closer again.

With his hips snug between your thighs, you wrapped your legs around his waist, moving with him as his manhood dragged deliciously along your slick walls. He looped his strong arms behind your back, putting a little more of his weight on you, but you didn’t mind. You felt safer this way, chest heaving against his as his girthy tip bumped your sweet spot. 

Your breathless whimpers of his name traveled at light speed from his ears to the base of his spine, compelling his body to move a little faster. Faint wet noises emanated from where your earthly bodies collided sweetly, Daichi’s thighs flexing as he made love to you with the stars as your witness. 

You were grateful for the ambient darkness so he couldn’t see the fresh tears welling in your eyes. However, the stars shone in them like moonlight flickering across the surface of a lake, belying the depth of its ripples in its superficial stillness. Daichi knew but kept it to himself lest you close your eyes or look away from him again. 

You felt every inch of him as he rolled his languid hips against you, strong and naked. The coarse black hairs that covered his pubic bone teased and tickled your clit as he rutted into you.

“Nnhm…Dai-“ Your voice was little more than a whine against his open lips when your orgasm hit, your pulsing heat sending him as well. His hips stilled as a low groan accompanied the spilling of his warm seed inside you. 

“Am I crushing you? I can move-“ he offered hoarsely as he shifted. But you shook your head and tightened your hold on him. You could feel him smile against your skin as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. You still weren’t ready to let go. Not yet. You wanted to keep him close just a little while longer. 

You stayed just like that, your bodies melded together, gasping, twitching, not wanting to part. Tender kisses, brushes of lips and noses, lazy fingers tracing affection on one another’s skin. Both of you had learned a new definition of ‘warm’, one which promised that neither of you would ever have to know the meaning of cold ever again if you would but accept it.

When the time came Daichi rolled off of you and the two of you cuddled for a few minutes when you yawned. He insisted on getting dressed and taking you home before you fell asleep. But you didn’t want him to take you home. You wanted him to take you to his bed, back where this all began. If this was to be your last night together, you wanted to be immersed in Daichi’s space, his scent, him. 

You’d just snuggled up to the police officer in his bed, yawning as he held you close. 

You could hear his amused smirk when he said, “The sex tonight was … stellar.” 

“Oh my god, has anyone ever told you that you tell dad jokes?” you laughed with a playful push of his shoulder. 

He recoiled in genuine surprise. “R-really? Are they that bad?””

But before he could finish, his face was in your hands. “I’m laughing, aren’t I?”

“Maybe you have a really bad sense of humor…”

Both of you were drunk on exhaustion, but the delirium soon gave way to sleep. That night, you dreamt that Daichi plucked stars from the sky and put them in your heart. 

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[naomiknight-17]

Medicated Pekoe all by myself this morning

She was hiding under Mom's bed again, and ran into the media room when I moved the bed. So I followed and closed the door, she hid behind the armchairs and YOWLED in terror. I don't know how such a big sound comes from a chubby little cat

I pulled out the armchairs and scooped her up with one arm, and she peed

And peed. And peed. She must have been holding it all night just waiting for me. I'm just standing there awkwardly waiting for her to run dry

Luckily I 1. Hadn't gotten dressed yet and 2. Was holding her in such a way that she did not pee on me. Unluckily... she peed all over the floor. And I stepped in it, like a genius

Anyway. When she was empty, I put her on a blanket on one of the chairs and quickly administered her medicine. Then I had to gather cleaning products and do damage control before Mom's nice wood floors got ruined by Pekoe's Panic Piss

After all that, I washed my hands and such, got dressed, shoved a granola bar in my face and brushed my teeth, cuz the day has only just begun.

Sitting at the dentist office waiting now. I haven't been to the dentist in... I don't even know. A very long time. Mom had a minor dental emergency and was basically like "Well if you're coming with me anyway, you may as well get a checkup"

So. This should be fun

[befuddled-calico-whump]

No One's Coming to Save You

for Angstpril, Day 21: You're on Your Own, Kid

cw: violence, beating, broken bones, death/murder mentions, adult language

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It was his own fault. Telling Uriah to make him useful, asking to be set loose on his other enemies. Unsurprisingly, someone with as much power as Uriah had plenty. Not all of whom needed to be eliminated, but enough to keep Lex busy.

It wasn't that bad. Sometimes he could even pretend it was like the old days. Just another contract, and when he completed it, he'd collect payment and go home. But every shift of his hands, every command Uriah's voice issued from the collar, reminded him of the truth.

Target of the day was someone Fox had been trying to take out for months; a travel agent who helped Redlined under the table. Someone who Lex would've held in high regard, if not for the fact that admiration made it harder to carry out a death sentence. There was nothing he could do but ensure a painless end; better than he'd get if he failed Uriah. What a shame Fiona Verne hadn't been able to hide forever.

He'd staked out the agency she worked at, learning quickly that she liked to stay late, and deciding he'd act after hours. Nothing subtle. He'd smash in windows, break some furniture. 

"But no fire," Uriah had instructed. "I don't want this to be tied to you in any way."

Verne was still at her desk, a single light shining over her, when the sun went down. No headlights in the distance, no record of heroes patrolling this corner of the city at this hour. Time to act.

Lex pulled his mask over his nose and made a dash for the front of the agency, punching through the window with little effort and climbing over the shards. An alarm blared from somewhere inside the building as he stalked towards Verne's desk, but it didn't matter. He'd be quick.

Verne had fallen out of her chair, and was staring up at him with an expression of disbelieving fear as he approached, trying fruitlessly to back away.

Quick and painless. He'd snap her neck, and it would be over, and he could go home and try to sleep.

He reached for her, dust from the window reflecting off his gloves like glitter, and she held up a hand as if to shield herself—

"Mom?" came a voice behind him, young and horrified. "Mom?"

Looking back was instinctive, even though Lex knew he shouldn't. There was a dark haired boy staring up at him through the screen of the monitor, eyes wide.

"Leave her alone!"

"It's oka—it's okay, Sean," Verne's voice came out shaky, and when he glanced back at her, there were tears trailing down her cheeks.

"I won't fight you," she said. "J-just don't hurt my son."

Fuck.

"What's taking so long?" Uriah's voice was in his ear. "There's a hero team inbound. Tick tock."

(Clock, dock, flock, hawk.)

"I'll take care of it," he muttered, but the kid was sobbing now, and Fiona's head was bowed, one hand clamped over her mouth as her shoulders shook.

He should shut off the computer, or just punch through the screen. He should drag her outside and break her neck. He should've never hesitated in the first place, he should—

"Stop where you are!"

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Oh Alexei, what did I tell you?" Uriah murmured, as Lex slowly turned to face the voice's owner.

It was a Hero team of four, masks and colorful costumes marking them as a more commercialized group. He couldn't remember their name—'Searchlight Squad' or something like that—but he knew they were all on Titanium's payroll. 

"Requesting extraction," Lex whispered. "I know these guys get a lot of publicity."

"Denied," Uriah replied. "You're correct. They have a reality television show. Since you can't kill a single, unpowered woman, try and get back to HQ without being unmasked."

Fiona was on her feet now, sprinting for the door. Lex began to back away from the team, looking for the best place to make his escape. Nothing obvious in the main office, but maybe they had a fire exit in the back…

"If you don't want me unmasked, maybe you should call off your crimefighters," he said, eyes never leaving the group.

Two of them had started to approach; a tall woman with a swirling pattern on her jumpsuit, and a muscular man wearing a huge grin. Lex took another slow step back, wracking his brain as he tried to recall what their powers were. The man clearly possessed super-strength, and he knew one of the team could talk to animals, but he doubted it was the woman.

"Mmm, I don't think so," Uriah said. "You see, you're just another villain right now. You have no significance, and more importantly, no ties to me."

"Unless I tell them."

"Is that a threat, Alexei?"

Lex grimaced. The pair hadn't lunged yet. As soon as he got to the back wall, he'd make a dash for the break room. There had to be another door, or at least a window.

"Disengage, and report back to Titanium," Uriah continued when he didn't respond. "Or don't, and let them drag you back to prison. No fire." And the comm went dead.

He knew he shouldn't have expected any less. He didn't know why it still hurt.

"Surrender now, and you'll be shown mercy," the woman in the jumpsuit shouted. The duo was closer now, twenty feet away.

Mercy. What a joke. The Tower thought it was merciful for letting him stay alive. Uriah thought he was merciful for making Lex his property.

He took another step, and his back hit the wall. Time to run. 

Lex surged forwards, grabbing a computer monitor and chucking it at the male, dodging the woman's attack—was that an air blast?—at the same time.

Of course, she had aerokinesis. Just like Overkast.

The man took the bait, punching the computer screen out of the air and halting long enough for Lex to reach the door at the back of the office.

But even as he pushed it open—

"Hold it right there!"

A gust of wind threw him backwards, temporarily stealing his breath with its force. Lex rolled as he hit the ground, looking for another opening. The other half of the team was posted outside, but given that neither had come charging in, it was safe to assume their powers weren't combat related. Maybe he could get past them.

He ran at the big man, dodging a punch and kicking off his stomach like a springboard, then tumbling away from another air blast and coming back to his feet in front of the shattered window.

Teams like this were built for flashy confrontation, but he was made for quick strikes and evasion. As he'd suspected, the pair outside looked more ready to flee than try and stop him, one of them diving aside as he leapt through the window, throwing up an arm to shield his face from the jagged glass.

He was a second too late to realize she wasn't dodging. She was getting a better angle. A shining purple net flew from her fingertips, wrapping around him, tangling around his legs and sending him crashing to the ground.

Lex tried to feel for the edge of the net and yank it off, but his metal fingers were made for function, not touch, and it was hopeless. He tried gripping it tightly and tearing it apart, but the thing didn't seem to be made out of regular rope.

Shit, shit, shit.

Uriah had said no fire, but maybe he could use it to get away, maybe—

A boot collided with his chest, knocking the wind out of him. He fought past the discomfort, rolling into his side, trying to regain his footing through the tangle of net—

Wham!

Another blow caught him across the face and he fell, spitting blood.

"Another one for the books," said a voice above him, the jumpsuit woman. The finality in her tone, the air of command, reminded him oddly of his mother. "Good work, Weaver. How 'bout you make us a pair of handcuffs?"

The edge of the net tickled Lex's nose, and he grabbed for it, holding on as he dodged another blow and stood, pulling the net off and turning to run.

He heard the air blast coming, but wasn't quick enough to dodge; it sent him airborne, and he hit the ground hard, landing in the alley across from the travel agency. He was on his feet again in an instant, but the team was already on him, blocking his path.

Dead end behind him, Heroes in front. Onwards and upwards.

He kicked off the wall, catching a blow to the ribs as he caught hold of a window ledge and hefted himself up, towards the roof.

"He's getting away! Crash—!"

"I got him."

Lex took off sprinting across the rooftop, trying to outrun the thudding footsteps behind him, making a beeline for the edge, preparing to jump—

—And being struck from behind, the wind knocked out of him as he was tackled to the ground.

The big guy was on top of him, aiming heavy blows at the side of his head. Lex got his arms under him and pushed up, managing to unbalance the man just enough to pull himself out from under, but the guy closed a hand around his ankle, dragging him back.

It was all he could do to flip himself over and get his arms up to protect his head before he was pinned again, the big guy raining frustrated punches down on him.

"You shoulda— stayed down— the first time—!"

A punch grazed Lex's jaw. Another caught him in the temple, spiking his vision with white, but the big guy didn't stop. 

Eventually, he felt the pressure let up from his chest. He squinted through the blood flowing from a cut on his forehead to see the other man standing up. Lex tried to roll over, tried to crawl away, but his movements were slow, and his efforts were rewarded with a flurry of kicks.

A knee pushed into his back, right between his shoulder blades, and he winced as the man grabbed a fistful of hair, jerked his head back, and slammed it into the concrete rooftop, sending an explosion of pain through his skull.

"Stay the fuck down," he said, and as he got up, footsteps moving away, Lex felt very, very tempted to obey. Even just lifting his head hurt. But he knew what was waiting for him if he didn't get moving.

The moment the big guy disappeared over the side of the building, Lex started to push himself up, trying not to let any audible winces escape as he struggled to his feet.

He couldn't wait, couldn't let himself take it easy. There was no time to lose. (Choose, bruise.) He tore off his mask, chucking it onto the next roof over and praying it would be enough to lead the team away, then moving to climb down into the alley below. Just as he was lowering himself, a hand reached up from the side opposite him.

Not seeing another option, Lex let himself drop, the sudden sensation of falling punctuated by the white hot crack of a bone. Fear and adrenaline taking over, he threw himself into a nearby dumpster and pulled the lid closed over him, clamping both hands over his mouth to try and muffle a whimper as the voice of the big guy, two stories above him, began to hurl curses at the sky.

He didn't know how long he lay there; ankle throbbing, the slightest shift of movement sending a ripple of pain through him, blood sticky on his face. He was sure he'd broken a few glass bottles when he'd jumped in, but was afraid to check himself for lacerations. It wasn't like counting his wounds would make them go away.

The world outside was pitch black when the comms finally crackled back to life.

"You've been in one spot for hours, Alexei. Tell me you're still alive."

Lex took a breath before answering, a hopeless effort to steady his voice. "S-still alive."

"Mm. I shouldn't have doubted your tenacity. I want you back at HQ by sunrise."

He hated himself for even asking, but Titanium was miles away, and he knew something in his leg had snapped when he'd hit the ground. "Is someone coming to collect me?"

"Transportation is only provided for successful missions, I'm afraid."

Lex clenched his jaw. Under any other circumstance, he'd find a way to bear it. But with a deadline that couldn't be more than a few hours away... "Please. I-I think I broke something. I don't know if I can make it back by dawn."

Uriah let out a low chuckle. "Then you'd better start walking."

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I Accused My Husband of Cheating and Paid For It

Etra-Chan Saw It?!

My name is Karin. I'm a housewife. My husband, Akamatsu, works for a company. At first, our married life had been going really well. We couldn't be happier.

But then, one day, Akamatsu got home pretty late.

Akamatsu: Ugh, this project sucks. Everyone in the department is stuck doing overtime...

Karin: Oh, honey, I'm sorry. Let me run you a bath.

While my husband was in the bath, I started to take care of his suit.

Karin: ...? (Sweet?)

My husband's suit smelled like perfume.

Karin: (He works in an office with multiple people. Of course there's a few women who wear perfume.)

I told myself that, but the next day, I smelled the perfume on him again. Then the next day, I tried calling him on his lunch break, but I couldn't reach his phone.

Karin: (Did he block me?)

The day after, on his day off...

Karin: Hey, my phone is dead. Can I see yours real quick?

Akamatsu: Ah?! Uh, m-my phone is also dead right now. I-I'll go charge them both.

Karin: (There's no way he'd let his phone die. His job had him on call.)

Then, when he came home the day after that, still smelling of perfume, I snapped.

Karin: Akamatsu, let me see your phone. Now.

Akamatsu: Huh?! Uh, w-why do you wanna do that~?

Karin: I just wanna see.

Akamatsu: Hehe, uh, there's...no need. I don't got anything-

Karin: Akamatsu, if you have nothing to hide, then show me! I know you're cheating on me, so stop lying to my face!

Akamatsu: Huh?! Wait, you think I'm cheating on you!

Karin: Yes! I'm tired of you coming home smelling like perfume every day! Who is she?!

Akamatu: What? Perfume? Oh, that's from Tokusa.

Karin: ...T-Tokusa?!

I knew Tokusa; he was my husband's best friend since college.

Akamatsu: Yeah, his girlfriend wears lots of perfume. Then, she hugs him on the way out. Since we work so closely together, I guess some of it rubs off on me.

Karin: Th-then...then what about your phone?! I tried calling you on your lunch break!

Akamatsu: Oh, I told you about this project, right? I had to work through lunch.

Karin: Uh...I...then why wouldn't you let me see your phone?!

Akamatsu: S-sorry! I have secret documents on here! I'm under NDA to not show ANYONE else! S-see?!

In a way, I felt relieved to see my husband was telling the truth. But then, it felt like a rock was in my stomach...

Karin: I-I'm sorry...

Akamatsu: Hey, don't be! I guess it looked pretty suspicious, huh?

Karin: N-no! I...I accused you of cheating without any evidence! I should have more faith in my husband! I...I should be punished.

Akamatsu: ...Well, if you feel strongly about that, then I know how to relieve your guilt.

I watched as Akamatsu grabbed a chair from the kitchen and put it in the middle of the living room. He explained that he was going to spank me. I thought he was just joking; making a big gesture, but he was serious!

Akamatsu: When my mom made a mistake, my dad spanked her for it.

Karin: Huh?! And they're still married.

Akamatsu: Yup! Happily even.

I found that hard to believe, but then I remember all the times I met his parents. They were so happy with each other. I couldn't imagine that someone sweet like Miss Yuri actually copped swats by Mister Kuroki. And yet...

Karin: *gulp* Alright. Akamatsu...please, spank me.

And, just like that, he spanked me over his lap.

It was...embarrassing. He spanked me like I was a naughty girl.

SMACK SMACK SMACK!

Karin: Mmmmf!!!

Akamatsu: Hold still, Karin~ Kicking won't make it any easier on you~

It stung so bad! And it was like my ass was on fire! And yet, at the same time, I couldn't help but feel my husband's love. At first, I thought it was just because he had a goofy grin on his face. But, no, he was very loving and tender the entire time.

Akamatsu: It's okay, Karin. We're almost done.

He rubbed my back and assured me that everything was gonna be okay.

When it was over, he gave me a hug when it was over. I was crying into his chest as he held me.

Akamatsu: It's okay, Karin. I forgive you.

Karin: Th-thank you, Akamatsu. I won't jump to conclusions again...

Akamatsu: And I'll try to not be so suspicious, so you won't have any reason to think I'm unfaithful~

After that, I never suspected my husband of being unfaithful.

...But it wasn't the last time he spanked me.

Karin: O-oh no~ I, uh, burnt dinner. What a clumsy wife I am. (Didn't cook anything) I-I guess we'll have to order some take out tonight~ (Already ordered take out and told Akamatsu)

Akamatsu: What a bad girl you are~ You need a spanking!

Turns out, I actually enjoyed the spanking he gave me. I was a 'bad girl' and got a spanking at least once a week.

I just hope our neighbors didn't hear us...

---

Oh boy, another Etra-Chan pic & fic! To be honest, there might be an increase influx in these since I've been listening to the backlog of these videos when work is slow.

So, I didn't mention my thoughts the last time I drew Karin, so time to now: she was the first protagonist I saw when I fell down this rabbit hole and she's the only character who can rival Yuzuriha in being my favorite character. I love stories where she's the protagonist since she usually has a backbone and doesn't need things to be so extreme before she fights back. I love how she's so no-nonsense when everyone gives her crap and in some stories, can even kickass.

She's also just really cute.

And then there's Akamatsu. And...oh boy. The ever bumbling Akamatsu. If you watch enough videos and Akamatsu isn't the protagonist, then you're always just waiting to see how he screws things up. Hell, when Akamatsu is in a relationship, then it's a matter of WHEN he cheats, not if. I feel of the antagonist, Akamatsu is the most...funny. Tachibana is intimidating, Hiragi is manipulative. But Akamatsu is a buffoon; when I see him as an antagonist, I always expect a good story that has me laughing in the end. When he's a good guy, it's a legit surprise every time, even when he IS the protagonist of the story.

I guess that's why he's wormed his way into one of my favorite characters. Definitely Top 5. I hate being that kinda guy who thinks bad guys are more interesting than good guys, but this is one of those times where Akamatsu just has more personality than the usual good boys of the channel. It makes him such a good antagonist and protagonist.

IDK if I just don't see enough content, but I feel like Karin & Akamatsu get paired up a lot and it always feels like a coin flip to see if they can manage to stay together or if they're broken up by the time the video's over. And I thought I'd lean into it. It also helps a similar story was posted some months back and I watched it before I started drawing this, so the scenario was on a silver platter for me.

[stargazing-imagines]

Accident -- SAVED BY THE BELL REWRITE *Prolouge*

Description: You find out the worse news which prompts you to move in with the Kapowski family in the palisades area.

Warnings: Mentions of Car accidents, Mention of being alone, mention of death, let me know if there is anything missing! This one is sad, so buckle up.

A/N: If there are some editorial errors, I apologize. I cut my index finger and that Is the finger that I type with so I apologize. This is also not tied with the series what so ever, I'm just writing this to kick it off, so enjoy!

It was a rainy day in Dallas texas, and Y/N was sitting at home doing her homework. Her parents have decided to go out that night for a little date night, but what she wasn't expecting was to hear the worse news of her life...

Two police officers were standing at the doorstep, with grim expressions on their faces. The female spoke up.

"Are you Y/N L/N?" asked the female officer as she was trying to hide her emotions for the young teenager.

"That would be me... What's going on?" The male police officer sighed before whispering to his partner.

"We can't tell her... not like this."

"we have to George!" said the female police officer who muttered under her breath

The male police officer looked at you again before speaking, this time her took a deep frustrating breath.

"Both of your parents died in a car accident tonight..."

"And they were pronounced dead at the scene..."

At that moment, you felt your heart stop. With a hand clamped over your mouth, words tangling up in your mouth.

"Wait... That can't be true..." you said as you were straining to say something "They promised they would be back..."

"I'm so sorry, but we are here to take you to the hospital." said the male police officer, who was trying to hold it together "You can say your goodbyes when we get there..."

You were standing in a hospital room, adorned in white; not beliveing that this was happening. At this rate, your eyes were puffy red and swollen, yes you cried in the police car on the way to the hospital.

"We informed a family member to come get you... They will be here in the morning."

You nodded your head before looking back down at your parents.

You stayed in the hospital lobby, waiting. Knees clutched to your chest, your tear stained cheek aganist your cold knees, you were in thought until a voice spoken up

"Y/N!" said your cousin Kelly as she rushed over to you, sitting in the chair next to you. "I heard what happened... I'm so sorry."

at that, you didn;t say a word. Not even a peep, you just looked over at your cousin before giving her a big hug.

"Their gone Kel... There's nothing I can do to get them back." you said in between sobs "I'm... Alone."

"You are not alone... You have us now." said Kelly as she wiped a tear "You're going to live with me and my family in California, and we are going to have a blast." said Kelly "So don't think of that, you are not alone."

You smiled before wiping your tears. Maybe this won't be too bad.

It has been a couple of days, and it was the funeral. You were seated next to the Kapowski family as they all came down to give you moral support.

"They always tried to make my life great, as their only daughter, that was all they cared about." you said "Even though they aren't always here with me... they will always be in my heart."

you looked down at the double caskets, breathing deep before lookinh back at the crowd of people. Some were neighbors, co-workers, friends, and family.

"I love you Mom, and Dad..."

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Saved by the Bell Rewrite Masterlist

[misscorn]

Day 6 Takaritsu Day/Confession

unfortunately I do think this will be my last entry for @takaritsuweek I simply don’t have the time, energy, or an idea for a day 7 oneshot LOL but all of these will eventually be added to my ‘weeks and weeks’ fic on ff.net under my account Sixty Teacups sooooo yeah :) I really like this one its silly LOL thanks @sekaiichis for inspo/help on certain details hehe

**

“Do you have an AIM account?” Saga Masamune asked as he and Ritsu sat side by side in the school’s library.

Ritsu blinked at the question, “I-yes.” He lied. 

Why, why, why, WHY did I just lie about that?! Ritsu questioned, refraining from pulling at his own hair. He didn’t want to admit to Saga that his mother didn’t approve of those instant messaging chat rooms, finding it far too embarrassing. She thought that they were distracting at best and dangerous at worst. Ritsu didn’t really understand her concern with danger, because he certainly wouldn’t be chatting with strangers. At most, he’d probably chat with Anchan and that was it. At least, it had been until now - what with Saga suddenly expressing interest and all. 

“What’s your screen name?” Saga asked. 

No, oh no, crap, crap, crap, Ritsu’s eyes started to dart around wildly, looking out the library windows and seeing all the flowering, pink trees. “Ch-Cherry blossom…” He then looked at the numerous shelves. “...books. Cherryblossombooks. Is my screen name.” Ritsu said, refraining from immediately burying his face in his hands in humiliation. What is wrong with me?

“Okay. I’ll message you later.” Saga said. “My screen name’s-”

“I-I actually just remembered I have to leave early today!” Ritsu said, standing. “So sorry, I-I’ll talk to you later, Senpai.” Ritsu rushed off before Saga even had the chance to say goodbye. 

Ritsu was out of breath by the time he got home, but pushed through it to run upstairs to his Dad’s office where the family computer was located. He was sure that his Dad was still at work, but he knocked anyway. When not getting a response, he quickly slipped inside and shut the door behind him, sitting in the office chair and hurrying to set up an AIM account. 

He weighed the pros and cons of getting in trouble versus Saga finding out he was lying as he went through the whole process. Ultimately, he decided that getting scolded by his mother was less mortifying than Saga going to try to message him on AIM only to find he didn’t exist. By some miracle, Ritsu found that the screen name wasn’t already taken and he was able to quickly sign up, his racing heart finally starting to calm down.

“Ritsu? I thought I heard you come home…” The door to the office slowly opened once more, Ritsu’s mother standing in the doorway to peek inside.

Ritsu squeaked and switched tabs, pretending to be doing some kind of research for a school project. “Y-Yeah, Mom! Sorry, I just came in here to do some homework while Dad’s still at work…” He said, hoping that his mother would buy it. 

“Okay…next time at least say hello to your mother.” She huffed with displeasure. 

“Sorry.” Ritsu apologized again. “I-I just wanted to get a head start before Dad came home - in case he needs the computer later.” 

"Well…alright. What's this project?" She asked curiously, coming over to peek at the screen, making Ritsu nearly fall out of the chair in a panic. 

"Ah, it's an open-ended history research project…I haven't totally decided what to do yet." Ritsu said. 

"I see. I'll leave you to work hard then." She smiled, patting Ritsu's head, having no reason to believe that her obedient son was hiding something from her. 

Ritsu slumped with relief once she left the room. He pulled up some random information on different historical events that he would be able to switch the tabs to in the event that one of his parents entered the office again. He then opened the instant messaging program once more, anxiously waiting to see if anything would come through. A part of him almost hoped Saga wouldn’t message him because Ritsu simply wouldn’t know how to handle that. But, his heart also wouldn’t know how to handle not receiving a message. So it was a bit of a lose-lose situation. 

While Ritsu fretted over whether or not he even wanted to receive a message from Senpai, a little box popped up saying ‘NostalgicCentury25 has sent you an IM. Do you want to read it?’. Ritsu thought he recognized the username as an Usami Akihiko reference and could only assume that it was a message from Saga. 

After some deliberation and hesitation, Ritsu hit the ‘Yes’ option. It was a very simple message, saying: hey, this is Saga. Despite it being under five words, Ritsu still had to cover his red face with his hands. Ritsu had already been so weird about - well, everything - so he needed to be normal about this! He needed to respond like a normal person in a normal amount of time. 

Ritsu took a deep breath, very carefully crafting his response in his head before he even dared to start typing. He also decided to wait at least five minutes before he sent a message back. Ten minutes would be better, but he doubted he could hold out for that long. He was staring at the little clock in the corner of the screen when he jumped at receiving another message. 

Add me to your friends list. 

Ritsu couldn’t explain why such a request made his heart pound. It took a bit of clicking around, but he was able to add Saga to something called his ‘Buddy List’. He then became determined to send his response. 

Ritsu took a deep breath and finally brought his hands to the keyboard.

-

Saga waited impatiently for Ritsu to respond to him, staring at the computer screen with a soft huff. He was already very annoyed that Ritsu suddenly went home early without a satisfying explanation and now he was even more annoyed that Ritsu hadn’t messaged back right away. Having another form of contact was great, but not getting an immediate response and not being able to see Ritsu’s expressive face were definite drawbacks.

Saga started to wonder just what it was that Ritsu had to rush off to do. All he said was that he had to ‘leave early’. Could it have been a club meeting? Or maybe some kind of family engagement? Could Ritsu have been meeting up with a friend today? Maybe another guy?

Before Saga could brood too much over the mere thought of Ritsu giving someone else even the smallest sliver of attention, he received a message. 

Hi, Senpai! I’m sorry for rushing off so suddenly earlier. Is your screen name a reference to Usami-sensei’s book 25th Century Nostalgia?

Saga sat up a little straighter, feeling a small smile tug at his lips as his heart strangely began to warm at Ritsu picking up on the novel reference. Of course he got it, I don’t why I expected anything else, he thought, affection for the underclassman welling up inside him. However, Saga only responded with: Yeah, it is. Have you read it? The question seemed pointless, but Saga was just trying to prompt Ritsu into talking about it more. 

It worked like a charm as Cherryblossombooks is typing… popped up and Saga was soon graced with a paragraph of text both praising and analyzing the novel. Saga covered his mouth with a hand, trying to hide his smile that was widening.

God, he’s so cute, Saga thought. Before he could begin to formulate a response, Sorata decided he wasn’t getting nearly enough attention and jumped up onto the desk, walking all over the keyboard and accidentally sending an incomprehensible keysmash. 

“Hey, get down.” Saga scolded, gently trying to shoo away the cat, but Sorata was both stubborn and displeased at that. The cat did his best to resist, but Saga ultimately picked him up and set him back down on the ground. 

Is that some kind of acronym? Ritsu had sent in confusion. 

Saga let out a small snort of amusement before typing, that was my cat walking all over the keyboard. 

Oh, that makes a lot more sense! Haha!

Are you free tomorrow after school? Saga asked. 

Yes! I shouldn’t have to rush off like I did today :) 

The use of the emoticon made Saga imagine Ritsu’s cheery expression and his bright eyes, making Saga’s eagerness to see him increase.

Do you want to come over to my place tomorrow?

Cherryblossombooks is typing… appeared and disappeared several times. Saga could vividly imagine Ritsu’s panicked and nervous flailing at such a proposition. Idly, Saga wondered if Ritsu would ever get used to receiving such an invitation. Saga supposed the only solution was to keep inviting Ritsu over until he got used to it. Saga was of course willing to make such a sacrifice. For Ritsu’s future comfort. Of course. No other reason.

Way too many minutes passed considering it was a simple yes or no question, but eventually Saga received another message from Ritsu. 

Yes, I would like that very much. Thank you for the invitation. 

Saga tried not to laugh at how formal and subdued the response was. It certainly was missing that signature frazzled-Ritsu energy. He had no doubts that Ritsu had toned it down on purpose. 

Him trying to play it cool somehow makes it cuter, ugh. It’s annoying, Saga thought, irritated with himself for finding even the simplest things about Ritsu adorable. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t understand how or why Ritsu had charmed him so thoroughly, but there was no denying that Saga was very much transfixed by his boyfriend. 

My boyfriend. 

Just the word itself made Saga’s heart skip a beat. This probably wasn’t good for his physical health - or his intelligence. He was acting more and more like a fool every day. 

Okay, Saga typed after he realized he had yet to respond before he cringed just a tiny bit. He should probably say more than that, right? 

Ritsu was already typing though, quickly sending another message: You still haven’t told me what you thought of 25th Century Nostalgia! You must like it if you made your name a reference, but I still want to know! Please?

Saga rolled his eyes in amusement at the small ‘please’. He was more than happy to indulge Ritsu’s request. 

Plus, Saga knew that the more they talked about books, the longer he could likely keep Ritsu online chatting with him. Selfishly, Saga wanted to monopolize as much of Ritsu’s time as possible. He hoped that instant messaging would turn out to be the perfect opportunity to do so. 

-

The two teens still hung out after school at the library nearly every day, and Ritsu still took up Saga’s offers to visit his home, but now on the nights where Ritsu couldn’t come over or couldn’t spend the night the two of them would end up chatting online. If it was really late Ritsu would only hop on for a half hour or so at the most, fearing getting caught by his parents, but Saga felt special knowing that Ritsu was risking getting in trouble just to talk to him for a little bit. 

It was late now - and a school night - but Saga hoped he could manage to keep Ritsu’s attention off the clock so that they could talk past the half hour mark that was slowly, but surely approaching. 

Saga, uncharacteristically, decided to exercise a little bit of patience as the Cherryblossombooks is typing… began to pop up and go away repeatedly. He smiled a little to himself, wondering what Ritsu could possibly want to say that was making him nervous this time. 

Senpai, do you like me?

Saga blinked at the message, staring at it for a few moments in surprise. Why would Ritsu ask something like that? Saga spent as much of his free time as possible talking to Ritsu. They were dating, for God’s sake! Of course Saga liked him! Had Saga done something to make Ritsu think that he didn’t? 

The indicator that Ritsu was typing popped up once again as Saga apparently hadn’t responded quick enough to soothe Ritsu’s insecurities.

I just mean, do you have any feelings for me? The younger teen attempted to clarify.

Saga couldn’t help but to shake his head and let out a laugh. Is he serious? Of course I like him. The idiot. Though, Saga supposed that made him an idiot too for liking Ritsu so much. 

Saga typed out a response: I don’t like you, I love you. 

However, he then thought twice about doing such a confession online. Shouldn’t he say something like that face to face? Ritsu obviously needed reassurance, but Saga felt like saying that in an instant message was somehow disingenuous. He started to delete it, getting about halfway through erasing the message when Sorata jumped up onto the desk with a loud, attention demanding meow.

“Not right now, Sorata.” Saga said in frustration, quickly grabbing him and putting him back on the floor. However, when he looked back at the screen he realized that Sorata had pressed send and Saga had sent an incomplete message reading: I don’t like you

Saga’s heart jumped into his throat, dread beginning to drown him as he typed as quickly as he could to try to rectify the mistake, but before he could do so his computer informed him that Cherryblossombooks had logged off. 

Saga sent messages frantically regardless, hoping that Ritsu would see them when he logged back on,

i didnt mean to send t hat i swaer 

i typed ‘i don’t likey ou, i love you’ but then starred to deletebit so i could say it to your face instead but then sorat a jumped up and hitt send

please beleive me i reallyl ike you ritus

**Ritsu

fuck im sorry

Saga leaned back in the chair and covered his face with his hands with a loud groan of despair. Sorata rubbed against his leg, unaware of the crime he had just committed. “Sorata. Get away from me right now.” Saga said miserably. 

I have to let him know tomorrow that it was a mistake, Saga thought, anxious about what could possibly be going through Ritsu’s head right now. Fuck, what if he’s crying? He became extremely distressed at the mere thought and forced himself not to imagine such a heart-wrenching visual so he wouldn’t become a mess. Well, more of a mess. 

After everything we’ve done together I can’t believe he really thought there was a possibility that I didn’t like him! God damn it, Saga groaned again. 

He sent several more apologetic and reassuring messages to Ritsu, though doing so did not calm his aching heart whatsoever. Saga eventually tried to sleep, but he couldn’t rest at all. He spent the night worrying over his boyfriend (who now was under the impression that Saga didn’t like him at all) and itching for the next day to come quickly so he could see Ritsu after school. 

I’ll clear everything up then, he’ll still come to the library, won’t he? Saga thought as he laid in bed, trying not to give in to the temptation to sit at the computer all night on the off chance that Ritsu logged back on. He’ll want some kind of explanation from me, won’t he? At the very least he should show up to tell me off for being a jerk. Either way, I’ll let him know the misunderstanding and make my feelings very, very clear for him so that he never questions it again. Saga hugged his pillow, burying his face in it. Ritsu had been coming around often enough for it to begin to faintly smell like him. 

It made Saga hug the pillow tighter.

-

Saga was only running on about an hour of sleep the next day, but his nerves kept him wide awake throughout his classes. Once given the opportunity, Saga rushed off to the library. When not seeing Ritsu at their usual table, he felt a lump of worry form in his throat that he failed at swallowing down. He searched through the aisles of bookshelves, hoping there was a chance that Ritsu was browsing the selection, but Saga didn’t see him anywhere.

Ultimately, Saga decided to take a seat and wait.

And wait.

And wait.

“I have to close the library soon.” The librarian informed Saga. “Are you staying after hours again?”

“Y-Yes. If that’s okay.” 

The librarian was a little taken aback by the soft tone and upon further inspection saw dark circles under Saga’s eyes. “...Yes, it’s okay.”

“Thanks.” Saga said quietly, soon all alone in the library. 

Ritsu hadn’t come.

He didn’t come the next day.

Or the next day.

Or the one after that.

Ritsu was gone. 

-

“Were you ever on MySpace? Any cringey photos I should be scouring the internet for?” Kisa asked the new hire with glee, attempting to get to know him better and garner fuel for future teasing. The conversation had been bouncing back and forth between them for a while now, somehow leading them to this topic.

“Ah, no, I’ve never been into social media very much.” Ritsu answered with a small, slightly nervous laugh, surprised that their boss hadn’t already scolded them for chatting instead of working. “The closest I ever got was an AIM account I made when I was fifteen.”

“Oh? What was your username? Was it something really cringey?” Kisa asked with a laugh. 

Takano was just about to yell at them, but then Ritsu turned a little red and it made Takano curious. He was a sucker for blushing brunettes, after all. 

“It was, wasn’t it? Tell me!” Kisa poked at him. 

“I-I just sort of made it up on the spot.” Ritsu said. “It was Cherryblossombooks, if I remember right…” 

“Aw, honestly that’s kind of cute!” Kisa said.

Takano was going to have a heart attack.

[kiltedveteran]

My friend has this painting in his home that depects Eve at the fall of Adam. A great peice in my opinion his wife is an artist and I always assumed she painted it; but there seems a bit of a story behind it along with how this painting has opened his mind to the idea aginst orginized religion and the LDS (Mormon) church in all.

This is his story:

Back in November, 2023, I wrote about the origins of my disdain for the LDS cult. What I never mentioned was the painting that kind of started this ball rolling. It is a painting of Eve, depicting the Fall of Adam from the Old Testament. Lindsay purchased the painting from her college friend, who painted it as a project. The panting is huge. It is about seven feet long. Eve is lying down, passed out, with an apple clutched in her hand and the serpent's tail just visible around her knee.

For those who don't know, according to myth, the Fall of Adam is essentially the catalyst for the beginning of the world. Adam and Eve were in the garden of Eden for an unknown amount of time. They were naked and unashamed because they were innocent. God commanded that Adam and Eve may eat anything in the garden except for the fruit of the tree of knowledge, lest they be destroyed. The serpent Lucifer tempted Eve to eat the fruit, and she did. Because of that, she gained knowledge. She was able to convince Adam to eat the fruit. Suddenly they were aware of their nakedness and were ashamed. God came into the garden and saw that Adam and Eve were hiding their nakedness from him. He asked if they ate the fruit from the tree of knowledge, and they responded that they did. God was angered and cast them out of the Garden of Eden and punished them by making them toil in the dirt to and to suffer death.

When I was a believer, I loved the painting because it depicted the events that started everything. Without the Fall of Adam, we would never have the society we have now. Eve had to be tempted, and succumb to temptation before we could be born. Ironically, one of Eve's punishments was that childbirth would be painful for women. Thanks God!

This painting was the subject of some controversy in the ward we lived in while we were in Tacoma, WA. We used to hold scout meetings at my house regularly. One of the moms came to pick up her kid, and she saw the painting. She said nothing to me, but ratted me out to the bishop. He never saw the painting himself, but I was called in to discuss it. I had no idea going into his office. So I was blindsided. Like, why the hell are we talking about this painting being pornography?

The bishop went on to tell me that more than half of the elders in the ward suffered from pornography addiction. (ADHD sidetrack: I found out last night that the number 1 PornHub keyword search in Utah is "Mormon.") I told the bishop that other men's addictions are not my problem. He told me that either the painting comes down, or we don't hold scout meetings at my house anymore. I still held scout meetings at my house – we just conducted our business outside at the picnic table, or in the garage.

There was a sequence of events that happened afterward, but needless to say, I was really mad at the bishop for demanding that I remove our painting from our own house. And he never saw it prior to telling me to do so. He later recanted when he finally paid a visit some weeks later. He said that it wasn't something that he would hang in his house, but he didn't find anything offensive or pornographic about it.

The funny part is we'd have missionaries over regularly so we could feed them. But before dinner, we used to set up a couple of chairs in the living room. Lindsay and I would sit on our couch, just under the painting, and the missionaries would sit on the chairs, staring directly at the painting. Lindsay and I always found it kind of funny to watch the different reactions of some of the missionaries as they gazed up at Eve's nakedness. But I digress...

The closed-mindedness of our ward bishop, the anger of that awful squat mother and her holier than thou attitude towards us afterward, and the overall vibe I got from these people who were supposed to be inspired left a really bad taste in my mouth.

I loved that painting. The bishop tainted it with his dirty mind and accusations that Lindsay and I had pornography hung up in our house. Eve isn't pornography – Eve is art. She is beautiful art. She is painted in a unique style. The colors are beautiful, and the artist was very talented. Eve's proportions are a bit funky, but that's the artistic style of how the artist wanted to convey her. The damn thing should be in a gallery! But lucky for us, it has graced our houses throughout Lindsay's and my entire marriage.

But the bishop tainted it.

It took me a while, but I eventually stopped associating Eve for the awful imagery that the bishop dreamt up. I stopped feeling angry every time I staired at the painting. Eventually, I stopped thinking about that terrible experience entirely.

For years, I've deconstructed the Mormon Cult. For years, I've studied, researched, listened to podcasts, watched interviews, and drew further and further away from my inherited religion. Family trauma was a major influence in my walking away from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Bullshit. But I'll never forget that the bishop in my ward was a big part of the catalyst that got me questioning everything I believed – everything I blindly followed and would have happily continued to follow hadn't I been so enraged by his words.

In all the years, I still continued to love this painting. I stopped believing in the fairy tale about it and accepted it as just that – a fairy tale. And then I started to understand that horrible nature of the lesson in this story. Do what you're told and God will love you. Disobey and God will punish you out of spite. He will claim he does it because he loves you, and without him, you are nothing.

Lindsay and I were having a conversation last week about this painting. It still adorns the wall in our home. I told her that I still love this painting, but I don't know why. I don't believe in the fairy tale that it represents, and I certainly don't believe in the God depicted in the Bible. So why do I not tear it down and burn it in my burn barrel?

Lindsay told me that perhaps I look at it differently now. Perhaps it represents the start of my religious deconstruction, and because I am free from the clutches of that evil cult, I'm happy and feel content. Some may call that joy. But to the believers in the cult of Jesus Christ, they do not think I am capable of experiencing joy because that is a feeling reserved for those who intentionally seek Christ, or God, or some other religious bullshit. (side note: that's kind of a shitty thing to believe... you should evaluate your belief system if you think that I'm incapable of experiencing joy just because I don't believe in your backward superstitions).

So, Eve represents the beginning of my march to freedom. Freedom from religion, freedom from gaslighting, guilt, and shame; freedom from being extorted 10% of my pay to prop of a fake god, freedom from being coerced into doing things I'd rather not do, and eventually freedom from my father, who in the end killed our relationship with this fucking religion.

Ironic that a painting that was meant to depict the beginning of all Christianity now means the beginning of my quest for the truth about the cult I was born into and my separation from it.