#the voice crack as he yells this is something to behold

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𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After breaking up with your boyfriend of four years, you’re left heartbroken and desperate to leave it all behind. But as fate would have it, just as you’re about to walk out the door of his house, you run into his fatherㅡ the man who’s always lingered at the edges of your mind. the next sensible thing to do is fuck him.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: pwp, bf's dad joel miller x f! reader, short description of toxic rs, fight scene, afab reader, i dont know if this is categorized as cheating :p , age gap, fingering f receiving, joel has a huge one but we alr know!, dirty talk, pet names, p in v unprotected, creampie, slight slapping and hairpulling.

✿ 🪽 𓈒 ﹫𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐤𝐢𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 ..＼ ♰ i have been neglecting you cute freaks, but i am here to feed you. behold! boyfriend's dad joel miller smut! around 2.6k words, so it's pretty short, but i hope you love it. not proofread!!!!! okay baiiii 😎🫶🏻

The fight tears through the house like a hurricane, each word leaving wounds too deep. "You never listen to me!" you yell, your voice raw and trembling. Your chest aches, your throat burns, but the word vomit won’t stop pouring out. "Four years, and it’s like I’m shouting into a void! Do you even care about us?"

"Do you even fucking hear yourself?" he fires back, pacing the room like he can’t bear to stand still. "God, all you do is pick fights! You always need something to be wrong. What the actual fuck?"

"Because something is wrong!" Your voice cracks, and the tears come faster now, hot and humiliating. You hate how small you feel, how desperately you want him to care. "I’ve been fighting for this, for you, and all you do is act like it’s a burden!" He shakes his head, running a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. "Maybe it is. Maybe you are." The words hit you like a punch to the gut. Your breath catches, and for a moment, the room feels impossibly still. You don’t want to cry anymore, but the tears fall anyway, blurring your vision as you step back. "Fine," you whisper, your voice trembling. "If that’s how you feel, then we’re done. I’m done." He freezes, his expression shifting to something almost regretful— but not enough to stop him. "Fuck this." He grabs his keys from the counter and storms out without another word. The door slams behind him, the sound echoing in the quiet house.

For a moment, you just stand there, arms wrapped tightly around yourself as you try to hold in the sobs threatening to break free. The silence feels suffocating, pressing in on you from every angle. You can’t stay here. You need to leave.

You grab your bag and wipe your face as best you can, hands still shaking. You tell yourself you’re fine, that the fresh air will help. But as you turn the corner into the foyer, you collide with something solid— someone solid. "Whoa there," a low voice drawls, steadying you with hands firm and sure. Your heart stutters as you look up and see Joel, your now ex-boyfriend's father.

Your breath catches in your throat. His hand is on your arm, warm and grounding, as his dark eyes search your face. His presence is like a balm, so different from the storm you just walked out of. He’s all quiet strength and rugged edges, his salt-and-pepper beard only making him look more like someone carved out of the earth itself. "Hey, sweet girl," he says, his tone warm and laced with that familiar twang. "What’s got you all worked up? You alright?" The sound of his voice is enough to break you all over again. You shake your head, the tears spilling over despite your best efforts to hold them back. You try to answer, but your words falter. All you can do is nod, though you know you’re far from alright. Not when his thumb is brushing lightly over your flesh, not when his scent— warm, woodsy, familiar— makes your knees fall weak. You can’t look at him, can’t look at the steadiness in his eyes or the way his hands ground you when you feel like you’re falling apart.

"Hey now," he says softly, pulling you into a hug before you can protest. His arms wrap around you, strong and safe, and for the first time all night, you don’t feel like you’re about to shatter. "C’mere, sweet thing. You gotta talk to me, mkay? What happened?" You press your face into his chest, breathing in hus smell that makes you feel like you’re home, even though you know you shouldn’t.

It’s absurd, really. You’ve always known he was handsome, but standing this close, it hits you differently. You’ve always noticed him in ways you shouldn’t, caught yourself glancing too long, wondering too much. And now, with tears still wet on your cheeks and your heart in pieces, he feels like the only steady thing left in the world.

"It’s over," you mumble against his shirt, your voice muffled but thick with emotion. "I broke it off with him. For r-real this time..." Joel pulls back just enough to look at you, his hands settling on your shoulders as his brow furrows. "You and him?" he asks gently, but you could tell he wasn't quite sure in your answer. "You sure ‘bout that?"

"Y-yeah..." You nod, your throat tight. "So you don’t have to... act nice anymore. You don’t have to pretend like you like m-me or care or whatever. It’s done now..." His expression shifts, confusion flickering across his face before something warmer takes its place. His lips part slightly as if he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing.

"Sweetheart," he says, his voice dipping lower, softer, like a secret meant just for you. "What the hell gave you the idea I don’t like you?" You blink up at him, stunned. "I just—"

"Little lady," he interrupts, leaning closer, his voice growing rougher, "it’s damn near impossible not to like you." Your breath catches as his thumb brushes over your cheek, his stare unflinching, as he examines your tear-stained face. There’s something in his eyes you’ve never noticed before—something unguarded, like he’s been holding it back for years. "Sweet thing like you," he murmurs, his lips quirking into the smallest of smiles. "Anyone with half a brain’d like you. But me? Hell, darlin’. I’ve liked you since the day I met you."

You step back slightly, just enough to meet his gaze fully, searching his face for any hint of pity, of kindness given out of obligation. "You don’t need to lie to me," you say, voice trembling. It feels like your heart is spilling out of you, breaking open right here in front of him. "Not just to make me feel better..."

Joel’s brow furrows, his dark eyes softening, and for a moment, neither of you speaks. A thread holds stretched taut between you. He doesn’t drop his hands from your shoulders, doesn’t let you pull away any further. Instead, he tilts his head slightly, studying you like you’re the most important thing in the world right now, like he’s trying to figure out how to put the pieces of you back together.

"What reason would I have to lie to ya now that you ain't with my sorry ass boy?" His voice is low, almost a whisper, but it carries a shiver down your whole body. You swallow hard, shaking your head. "I don’t know. I just—" You stumble over your own tongue.

Joel exhales slowly, his lips pressing into a thin line as his eyes bore into yours. simmering, waiting to swallow you whole. "Darlin’," he murmurs, "Let me show you then." Before you can even think, he leans in.

The world falls away the moment his lips meet yours. It’s soft at first, hesitant, like he’s giving you a chance to stop him if this isn’t what you want. But when you don’t pull away and when you melt into him instead, your fingers clutching at his shirt, he deepens the kiss, large hands sliding from your shoulders to your waist, pulling you closer.

His lips are warm and sure, washing away any heartbreak you might've felt.

When he pulls back, his forehead rests gently against yours, his breaths mingling with your own. "Am I lyin'?" Your chest tightens, the tears welling up again, but this time they’re different. They’re not the tears of heartbreak—you’re not even sure what they are, only that they feel a little like hope.

"Mister Miller," you breathe, his name dancing on your puffy lips. He smiles, soft and a little sad, brushing a thumb along your cheek. "I got you, sweet girl. You just let me." and you crumble completely. with no hesitation, he picks you up, taking you to the nearest bedroom, where he closes the door behind.

it felt wrong. it was wrong. but the way he looked looming over, you got your head spinning in all the right ways. the bed pooled under you, sheets rustling as you watched joel discard part of his clothes. you nip at your lower lip, scooting your body upward to remove the pants you had on. in mere seconds, both of you are naked, gasping, and holding onto each other like nothing else mattered.

You finally get to see joel fully naked and you can't quite understand how a man his age looks the way he does, and how he's still single, given the package he's been blessed with. "you can stop starin' now. you wanna get me shy?" joel teases, his shaft now on full view for you to gawk at. you're taken by surprise when he so easily pulls you down towards him.

he trailed kisses down your chest like flowers fall from cherry trees in the spring, your body reacting in ways you didn’t know were possible. "Please hurry..." and he chuckles, maybe proud maybe amused to see you this desperate. "'m sorry, darlin'" You purr under his touch, wrapping around him like he's a lifeline. his lips crash against yours again, rough palm slipping into your wet panties. you gasp, the feeling so strange yet so familiar. he lets go of your lips, thick fingers working their way inside of you. Joels eyes meet yours, and he curls his digits, speed picking up. the sounds youㅡ your pussy made, were pure music to him, constant encouragement to go harder, faster, loving the way you looked crumbling onto his fingers. "got such a pretty pussy. Sure you ok with an old man ruin it for anyone else?" he asked it as if it was the least absurd thing he could say right now. you nod your head profusely. "atta girl. knew you were the obedient kind first time I saw ya."

"You gonna come?" Almost mocking you, but you could bot form the proper words. You just looked deep into his glinting eyes as your hand made its way to his hardened crotch. "P-pleasee..." Joel almost loses himself, but he's steady with his movements. "Wanna come on my cock, hm? is that what you beggin' for?" your folds drip and clench around him deliciously, you don't want it to end. and when you're almost there... he stops. you whine in protest but you're quickly put back in your place with a firm tug at your hair. "You take what I give you, girl. Now ass up." you comply. in a second, your back is facing him, red cheeks now hidden into his pillow. you try to balance yourself up with one arm, but he grabs you by the wrist.

"Spread 'em." And you do just that, pulling at your flesh. like an auction. only it's you presenting your cunt for fucking. "Fuck, look at that..." he tuts, gathering some of your juices on his pulsing tip, dragging it up and down your puffy lips. "Pretty girl. She cryin' for me, baby?" a string of fain 'yesyesyes' reaches his ear. hes quiet for a bit but the moment he pushes the tip inside you feel your knees buckle, all the strength you had left into your arms fluttering away. you fall face first into the mattres under you as joel pushes down your lower back. it hurts, but the pain is delicious. your moans feel the room, the occasional slap to your ass interrupting them. Joel is strong, fast and brutal, leaving you no room to breathe, fucking so deep into you you're sure he's way past your bellybutton. "T-takin' it so well, pretty girl, so well.." your skin burns where joel touched it, whole head fuzzy and empty. "pleasepleaseplease" as the whole bed shakes and strums to his movements.

your back arches as waves of pleasure break over your body like water on a shore. your head was spinning, heart pounding, as his whole weight dominated over you. "That's it, baby, take it." his thrusts are rough, each hit making your body bounce, the urgency as he hit that very spot each timeㅡ your whole insides burning, too cock drunk to talk or respond, other than some pathetic whines that perfectly accompanied the wet sounds your pussy made. "been dreamin' about havin' you like this, baby. look at herㅡ" joel throws his head back, delivering a harsh thrust, the pain quickly melding into pleasure. "gonna come, hm?" he's stern and rough with his request. "hhhaㅡ y-yes, plea-se..." You don't know if you're crying because it feels too good or because of how long you've waited for this, no matter how unforgiving this could be.

eyes shot open when he roughly yanks your hair, your skin slapping on his being to only sound you can faintly make out in your dazed state. you let your whole body go, tongue lulled out as he takes out on you anything he might've been feeling. you were at his mercy, your moans irrefutable. your stomach flips and churns as that familiar feeling pools again in your lower tummy, and you were chasing it, crying. from what, you didn't quite know. maybe because you've never been fucked this good or maybe because it'll be over too soon.

the room was stuffy. "o-oh myㅡ god!" You yelp when joels speed picks up, shocked that he can go that fast, considering you've heard him multiple times complaining about his bad back. "shitㅡ i gotta come, baby. you gonna let me do it in ya? huh?" You nod your head so, squeezing around him like a ring, and he rewards you with a slap to your ass. "fuckin' slut." he laughs through breathy moans. you're holding on for dear life, reaching for anything your fingers can grasp at this moment. you're sure the neighbors are having a blast seeing the whole house shake. "that's it, girl. take itㅡ c'mon..." with a few more pumps his hips come to a halt, whole body trembling as he comes ropes inside of you. you let go, bliss washing over you, the ringing in your ears covering the soft curses escaping Joel's lips. steadying himself, he pulls out, voice cracking as he speaks again. "fuuck... baby, look at her." he smiles crooked, watching intently as his come drips out of you, cascading down to your thighs. you lick your lips, looking back and right up at him whilst spreading your legs wider.

"Don't do that. think I don't have it in me to fuck you again?"

you tease, "i don't know. do you?" and he laughs, pushing inside of you again, watching as your face contorts in pleasure. "Careful, girl."

you wonder when your boyfriendㅡ i mean exㅡ will come back home.

[macabr3-barbi3]

pretty when you cry- vox/reader

Vox likes seeing one of Velvette's new workers cry and pushes it as far as he can. 

I suck at writing endings once the fucking is done but here's a little break from my Alastor stuff to write something for the TV demon who also owns my heart <3

Tags: Reader-Insert, Vaginal Sex, Desk Sex, Begging, Crying, manipulation?, Sexual Tension, Explicit Sexual Content, Obsessive Behavior, possessive Vox, Excessive use of italics <3

Vox had his eyes on you.

The newest little demon on Velvette’s team, there was something about you that had him keeping a camera or a sensor on you at all times within Vee Tower.

You were a sight to behold working for her. The Vee respected you in a way that he didn’t see often, delegating you to control of models and stage management roles. And you took to those roles well, commanding respect and authority like second nature. He watched you watch him for a while, eyeing him up from across Vel’s studio. He saw the way your eyes followed the line of his legs when he strolled into the room, how you swallowed a little harder when he rolled his shirt sleeves up and showed off his forearms. He was used to that though, Velvette’s little flunkies wanting to be a Vee groupie. It wasn’t until she sent you to him by yourself for approval on something that he got to see what you were hiding underneath.

He expected you to be the way you were in the studio- demanding voice and loud tone, shoulders squared and undressing him with your eyes while he remained disinterested. What he got instead was even better.

All trembling lips and quivering skin, you were just begging him to hurt you when you slid into his office, gave him the proposal and tried to dart away. It was baffling. He sent some electricity to the doors to slam them shut before you could escape, relishing in the way that you jumped and your eyes flicked back to him. This was exhilarating- how could a demon so at ease taking control be reduced to this ball of nerves? It had to be the lack of Vel’s presence. Maybe you knew he wouldn’t do anything while Velvette was around- she always bitched about him messing with her models and assistants, and the occasional killing or dismemberment of one was a surefire way to end up needing a screen replacement when she fucking threw something at him. But with just the two of you the possibilities were endless. It wasn’t even sexual to begin with, he just fucking loved the idea of breaking down that facade of control. Making you fear him.

It was nothing personal- Velvette had sent you with a shitty proposal and he loved to yell, and sometimes a solitary scolding was like nothing else, especially when it was someone new, someone exciting and fresh. So he took it out on you, and as he was yelling and noticed your big, bright eyes welling with tears?

He couldn’t have gotten a better high from crack.

Vox made it his personal mission to bring you to the precipice of tears whenever possible. Never in front of the team- he wasn’t an asshole, he wouldn’t make you look incompetent in front of Velvette or the people you managed- but he did let slip to Velvette that he was more likely to approve her proposals if she sent her cute little assistant his way.

He got to see you almost every day then. Velvette always had something she needed him to sign or look over, and despite the couple of times he heard you simply begging to send someone else you always ended up right back at his door.

Standing in front of his desk with your head down and your eyes lowered.

Your hands clenched at your sides as you tried to avoid eye contact, tried to keep him from seeing what he so desperately was working for.

It was enough for a while. Months of hounding you and making that porcelain exterior of yours crack just enough to let a few tears slip out when you were sent to see him. Of the change in seeing you go from fucking him with your eyes to how you still checked him out but tensed up when he came into the room for something from Velvette, fearful that he would say something, destroy this image of yourself that you’ve cultivated so carefully to display for the people you work with.

Like the limits of technology it evolved. He found himself wanting more as he watched playback recordings of you begging Velvette to send someone else in your place. His mind spliced the videos together with his own recordings of you, eyes full of tears in his office.

The result was delicious. Red rimmed eyes that sparkled with tears as you looked up at him and said, “please, V̵̡͔͔͔̭̾̀̂̑͞o͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞x͕͕͚͍̿̆͂͞, ” and the only thing that kept him from blowing a fuse and throwing the city into a blackout was the fact that the audio was fucked because he had nothing to input. You never said his name- it was only ever ‘sir’ in his office, or ‘him’ when speaking with Velvette.

He wanted it desperately. Wanted you to beg him with those pretty eyes, that full mouth in a pout as he denied you just to make you plead more. To make you say his name as tears ran down your cheeks and made him short circuit from dripping into his screen ports while he railed up into you from below and made you cry from the pained pleasure-

It wasn’t citywide, but Vee tower blinked offline for a few minutes.

He booted everything back up from his control room, the spliced video of you back on the screen as the door burst open and Velvette strode in to bitch about her socials going down. She looked at the image of you on the screen, eyes wide and wet while you said Vox’s name on a loop- she looked to the demon himself and seemed to wrestle with something internally for a moment.

“If she fuckin’ quits because of you,” she warns, “I’m gonna mount your goddamn head on my wall to watch the replacement interviews, you selfish, sadistic prick!” She stormed back out of the room, muttering something about how Vox was no better than Valentino but hey- that felt like he had permission in his book!

He texts Velvette a few days later and asks her to send you to his office at the end of the day. Naturally, she replies with an eye roll and middle finger emoji, but when 3PM comes around there’s a tentative knock at his door.

He waves a hand to open it, trying his best to look bored despite the excitement racing through his hardware. He slams it behind you, relishes in the way that you flinch and your lip trembles. You approach his desk, hands clenched to your sides like always. “Miss Velvette said you wanted to see me, sir?”

He leans back in his chair, kicks his feet up onto the desk and watches the way your eyes travel the length of them. “I sure did, doll! And you can drop that ‘sir’ shit with me; Vox is just fine.” He throws you a grin which catches you off guard- your eyes go wide and you startle, almost taking a step back and fuuuuck if he doesn’t want to just call his whole plan off and just jump you where you stand.

But Vox could be patient. He wanted to have you where he wanted you first, which was red faced and slack jawed and teary with ecstasy and need.

He beckons you closer with a claw and you obey- a lamb to the slaughter. “Vel tells me that I’ve been a little hard on you,” he says, all syrupy sweet and earnest. “Says that you’ve been asking her to send someone else up for her errands and proposals.” He lets his screen drop into a frown. “I’m hurt, sweetie. Did I do something wrong?”

He can see it in your eyes, the internal conflict. Deny deny deny- or be honest. He could work with either one.

“I- I mean, you’re kind of… mean to me, sir.”

Bingo. Honesty it was. He lets his feet drop down from the desk to stand and lean forward, far enough that he can get a grip on your chin. “Darling, you’ve not seen ‘mean’ from me,” he chuckles. “You think a little yelling is mean? Do you know who you’re talking to?”

You’re fighting the urge to pull away from him, and he can see it then- the shine of moisture along your lash line. It’s so much better up close than it is from across the desk, and he resists the desire to flick his tongue to your eyes and let his mouth crackle and pop at the taste of you. You aren’t talking though, adopting the same manner you get when he yells at you, all quiet and downturned, and that just won’t do.

“I asked you a question,” he says, and tightens his hold on you ever so slightly. You grimace and a drop leaks from your clenched eyes- his cock pulses at the sight. “I said, do you know who you’re talking to?”

“Yes, sir,” you stammer out, and it turns to a yelp as he lets a jolt of electricity bolt through his fingertips.

“V̵̡͔͔͔̭̾̀̂̑͞o͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞x͕͕͚͍̿̆͂͞,” he corrects, his voice distorted as he tries to reign in his control. He wasn’t prepared for the feel of your skin in his hands, doesn’t think he can draw this out as long as he wanted to. “But it’s okay! Here’s what we’re gonna do, you and me- we’re gonna let it be in the past!” He lets you go and you stumble back a couple steps. He’s quick to follow, coming around the desk and throwing an arm around your shoulders. “How’s that sound, huh? I’ll stop yelling at you when Velvette sends you up here- who wants to take the time to teach someone new the route anyway, right?- and you just have to do this tiny little thing for me in return.” He turns you with his hands on your shoulders so you stand in front of him, wedged between his domineering height and the hard surface of the desk at your back.

He can feel how tense you are under his hands and delights in the way you glance up at him, bottom lip held lightly between your teeth, pupils huge and mesmerizing- almost the picture perfect duplicate of the video that he had spliced together, the reality of it so close he could fucking taste it. “What… what do I have to do?”

He uses the leverage he has to shove you, your elbows flying out to catch yourself on the desk as you’re bent backwards at the waist. As you try to push yourself up and out from under him he drops to his arms, bracketing you between them and keeping you locked in place beneath him. “Beg me,” he growls, his teeth snapping in front of your face, and the way that you’re trembling under his body is making the processors in his head spin. Your eyes are wide and wet and dilated but he can’t tell if it’s the way he wants it yet- it might be in fear, not in pleasure. And sure, fear was fun, you don’t become an Overlord without a taste for it. But he wanted you to want him. He wanted to make you need him badly enough that you would let the pleads fall from your lips like rain from the sky, like the tears he wanted to watch you sob while you asked him pretty please.

“Beg and we’ll let it all slide, dollface, does that sound fair?” Vox lets one of his hands up from the desk, trailing a sharp claw through the lingering wetness from your eyes and down your cheek, brushing across the front of your throat. He hears the catch in your breath and wants to drink the sound down, let it fester in his body until it consumes him. “You give me a couple ‘pleases’ with some tears in those pretty eyes of yours and all is forgiven! You can keep running those errands for Vel, keep yourself in her good graces. And I’ll stop yelling at you- we can be regular old pals when you stop up here for something!”

The tension in your jaw is delectable, as is the way you’re trying to keep your legs pressed together so he can’t slot himself between them like he wants to. He wishes he had olfactory processors so he could smell you, press his screen to your neck and chest and just fucking everywhere, tell from the scent of your body if you were as fucking turned on by this as he was. He’s so caught up in the thought of it, trying to figure out if he could get the necessary equipment installed to make such a thing possible, that he almost misses it.

“P-please,” you whisper, and Vox can’t help the way that his hips stutter hard against the air, not yet pressing into you like he fucking wants to. “Please, sir-”

He parts your legs with a knee, groaning internally at the heat coming from you where he presses against you. “If I have to correct you one more time,” he warns, “you’ll really see what mean looks like coming from me.” He needs you to say it like you did in his edited video. Needs his name dripping from your lips and his cum dripping from your cunt but you have to ask properly first. He rolls his hips, knowing that you can probably feel the hard length of his cock drag against your thigh.

“Vox, please,” you finally say, and when your eyes open he can see the tears gathered at the corners, so sweet and perfect and exactly what he fucking needed. There’s no distortion this time, the words falling freely and unaltered. It’s all he can do to rip himself away from you, allow you to rise off the desk with your chest heaving, drops of wetness sliding down your face with the change in angle as you watch him with wide, confused eyes.

Vox has to clear his throat but when he does, he’s back to the picture of business. “There we go!” He says, letting a little bell ding like a game show winner, fists resting on his hips. He’s cool, casual despite the harsh line of his dick pressing against his zipper. “That wasn’t so hard, huh? And now we’re all set- I’ll see you next time Vel sends you up, doll!” He turns to leave and it’s fucking killing him to act this next part out. If there’s even a chance that you don’t do what he expects you to do, he’s gonna go back to the penthouse of Vee tower and tear his goddamn organs out through his throat-

“Wait!” A hand grips the back of his shirt and he grins, wild and glitching before he schools it and turns back to you with a disinterested glance. “I-” You swallow hard and avoid his eyes, but he can still see the lines where the tears had run.

“You need something, doll?” Your eyes track his body from top to bottom, stopping at the obvious bulge in his pants. He reaches a hand out to tip your chin up to meet his gaze. “Can’t help you if I don’t know what you want.”

There’s bells and whistles going off on his internal soundboard as you step closer to him, fisting your hands in his shirt properly. “I… I want you,” you mumble, and even without the crying its got him rock hard. “I want more. Please, Vox-”

His hands are on your hips and setting you back on his desk before you can finish the thought, shoving your skirt up to your waist and dragging you against him. “F̼̼͓̙ͤ̋̅̚͞͞ụ̴̴̾̀͟͡c̨̨̣̮̝̈́̔ͯ̀͂k̼̼̞̦̞̼̔, baby, that’s all you had to say,” he groans at the feeling of your panties, hot and damp against him. He relinquishes a hand from your body to snip through the fabric like paper, wrapping your legs around his waist and grinding against you as hard as he can with his fucking pants still in the way. He’s ready to cut them off himself when you reach a trembling hand down between your bodies and start clawing at his belt.

He feels his legs turn to jello, and he presses his screen to your forehead. “That’s fucking right, doll, need me like I need you,” he hisses, and then his tongue is in your mouth and you’re moaning against him.

(Val had told him once that to kiss him was like an arc flash- that what he lacked in lips he more than made up for with tongue, and that it felt like shoving a fork in a power socket- “but like, in a good way… and with my dick.”

Vox assumed that translated to pussy as well- he’d never had any complaints but he really needed it to be the case here with you.)

You manage to get his belt undone and pulled from the loops of his pants, discarded on the floor as you whimper into his mouth. He rips his fly open and pulls his cock out to press against your slick cunt, delights in the way that you groan against him and try to angle your hips upwards to meet him.

“Slow your roll, baby,” he starts to starts to say as he pulls off your mouth; only to bluescreen, choking on his tongue when you find the angle and get the tip of his dick inside of you with a gasp. “F̼̼͓̙ͤ̋̅̚͞͞ụ̴̴̾̀͟͡c̨̨̣̮̝̈́̔ͯ̀͂k̼̼̞̦̞̼̔!”

The heat of you is blinding. He wants to clench his eyes shut with the pure fucking ecstasy of it, just fuck himself into your pliant, willing body and make you scream his name.

“Please, Vox, please, I want-” You dig your fingers into his shirt, try to roll your hips more into him, to spear yourself on him. “Please-”

“Oh, I’m gonna f-fucking g̬̬̱ͩ͋͟͟i̧̻̻͉̜͑ͪ̾͟v̹̹̘̼̞̻͆ͩ̓ͪ͢ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧ i̧̻̻͉̜͑ͪ̾͟t͖͖̠̬͛ to you, b-baby,” he glitches out, his voice processors overwhelmed like the rest of him. “Whatever you w-w-want, it’s y͙͙̪̰ͫ͌́o͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞ụ̴̴̾̀͟͡ṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟s̨̞̞̰͎͎̪̩͕̈́̀ͯ̍ͧͅ, and you’re fucking-ing m- m̰̰̹͚̙̂ͦ͗͠i̧̻̻͉̜͑ͪ̾͟n̫̫̘̗͕̲̲̎ͥḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧ.”

He brings a hand between your bodies to circle your clit, thrusting the rest of his length into you in one hard shove and you cry out at the feel of it. His eyes flash to your face and he short circuits at the sight that greets him- he’s pretty sure his hard-drive just gives out.

Your mouth hangs open, sharp teeth on display as you pant and gasp his name, your face red and tear-streaked clinging to his shirt.

He shifted his angle a bit and you cried his name, throwing your head back so hard you smacked it off the desk. He didn’t even have time to ask if you were okay before you were clenching around him, coming with a scream that echoed the walls of his office, your body tensed and locked around him like a vice.

It’s beautiful. Magnificent. That video he had spliced was fucking dogshit compared to the reality of having you clenched around his dick and weepy with need. Everything was dogshit compared to it- he could live in this moment for the rest of his afterlife. For the rest of eternity and beyond. Maybe he could find a way to bottle this feeling and make it a substance he could inject into his fucking heart.

You’re still grasping at him, fingers sliding down from his shirt to grasp at his hands where claws are digging into your hips. “Do it,” you’re gasping, “please, Vox, more-”

Vox comes with a grunt inside of you, the force of his thrusts making the desk screech across the floor as your cunt wrings every drop of pleasure from him, a snarl on his lips as he gives you everything, fucks into you until you lay breathless and tear-stained on the desk as he pulls out, his release spilling back out of you. He wants to frame the sight of it- he’d make it his screensaver if he could bear the thought of literally anyone else seeing this from you when he spaced out or went inactive. But this, your tears and your pleads and the way that you’re still shivering with the force of your orgasm? That was his, and would be his alone. He would fucking kill anyone who even thought that they could bring you to this state, anyone who dared to imagine it.

“V-Vox?”

“A͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎s̨̞̞̰͎͎̪̩͕̈́̀ͯ̍ͧͅd̶̵̯̯̼̘ͨ̓f̰̰̯͕͊̃̊͞͞͞g̬̬̱ͩ͋͟͟h̨͚͚͖ͯ̒̄͗͞j̺̺̭͖̘̬̃̓ͨk̼̼̞̦̞̼̔l͖͖̰̝ͭ̀͘” he says eloquently, and the word flashes across his screen a couple times before he comes back online properly, enough to string together an actual goddamn sentence. “Fuck, sorry doll,” he chuckles. “I think you broke me for a sec there.” He helps lower you from the desk onto your shaky legs, his chest only puffing a bit at how unsteady you are after being freshly fucked. “You good?”

“I think I’m okay,” you agree, sorting your skirt out, covering up all of the delicious bruises and scratches he had etched into your skin. Maybe next time -would there be a next time?- you would let him use his teeth, draw blood and leave marks in places that people would see so that they would know you were owned. “Um-”

“I’ll, uh, replace the panties,” he says sheepishly when he notices the strip of fabric he had sliced off your body on the floor. He brings a clawed finger up to wipe gently under your eyes at the lingering, unshed tears. “I just couldn’t help myself, you know.”

“That’s okay,” you say, and for the first time- was it really the first time? He would have to review his files, search through them to see if this had happened before- you smiled at him, eyes crinkled and a sweet curve to your mouth. “I was just as much involved, sir.”

“Vox,’ he says with an edge, but no real heat to it. Could he make you smile like that all the time? The crying was hot, the tears what really got him hard, but that smile… he’d do bad things to good people to see that again. “You’ve not gonna quit, are you? Velvette threatened to decapitate me if you quit because of me.”

You chuckle, the sound soothing his fried audio sensors. “I won’t quit. I’ll even offer to come up more often if we get to do that again.” You throw him another dazzling smile. “Unless that was a one-time thing?”

“Not at all, babydoll,” he says, and throws an arm over your shoulder as he escorts you to the door. He makes a mental note- which then sends an actual note out- to bring someone up to the office to get it cleaned up before work the next day. “Let me walk you to your car. I think you and I are going to be seeing a lot of each other going forward. Hey, I even have an idea- what if you leave Velvette’s team and come to mine? A personal assistant doesn’t sound-”

‘I think she would kill both of us,” you interject, and he has to agree you aren’t wrong. But he still spends the rest of the walk- “hey what do you know, elevator came to the penthouse instead of the garage floor, why don’t you come in for a drink?” - trying to convince you.

[seaspringangel]

blood sport — ais

summary: you and ais indulge each other, in strange, strange ways. 

word count: 0.9k

content warnings: gn!reader ✦ canon typical violence ✦ suggestive themes ✦ blood kink ✦ rated A for Ais :)

notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY AIS!!!!!

The next time you see Ais, he is cracking open the skull of a thief as if it were a jeweled egg. 

You flinch and step away as blood splatter ricochets and dots the tip of your boots. You sink into the tired grooves of a wall against your back; a tide of red apples rolling out of your bag teemed around your feet. 

There’s a part of you that wants to turn away and squeeze your eyes shut, an anxiety-ridden voice yelling at you to melt into the worn brick and curl into the crushing safety of the mortar.

But there is a malevolent light sparking to life in the pit of your belly, an insidious thrill flowing like sterling water in your veins. You keep your eyes open to the violence and drink it all in.

You watch the thief crumple to Ais’s feet, body limp and shattered, like an oak tree felled by a raging thunderstorm, and you wrestle with the grim satisfaction singing inside you. 

Ais had lovely hands. Even if they were adorned in the red silk of blood, they were still a sight to behold, a cruel beauty. He studied them, the very ones that split open the scalp of a man as if searching for the white tissue matter that lay inside, and trailed the pad of his thumb over a bloodied knuckle in contemplative silence.

You try to be discreet with your glances as you knelt to pick up your apples. 

“Should be more careful,” he murmured, and his voice tickles like tendrils of smoke at the shell of your ear. 

You scoff softly, glaring up at his imposing form above you, a bruised apple clutched in your hands. “Careful is no match for crazy.” 

Ais tilted his head down at you, and there was a dark light to the curve of his lips, a soot-stained flame sparking to life. “‘Spose not. But I would prefer it if you knew how to watch your back.” 

The sun slithered down the horizon, stealing light from the world, blanketing everything in a velveteen darkness, but Ais’s eyes were warm, too warm, as he looked at you, the hopeful red sunrise before the break of dawn. 

You hate that you enjoy basking in it. 

From where you still knelt on the ground, you reached a bandaged hand out and pulled at one of his pant legs, gripping the fabric and tugging with more force than you ought to. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Stop being irritating and help me pick up these apples.” 

Ais stared at where your hand was placed on his leg, and you witnessed a shadow rushing to speckle the light dancing in his eyes. You felt a heady twist in your gut, hot like blood baking on the pavement in the sun. 

Ais sunk to your level, quite close to you, too close, on the girt and grim of the alleyway floor, and suddenly you felt both smothered and comforted, his musk enveloping you in a cloying embrace; the spice of cloves undercut with the metallic melody of blood, kissing your nose as if in affectionate greeting. The husk of blood that you smelled on his body made you feel warm and slightly dazed, red clouds filling your head.

Ais scooped one apple up, turning it this way and that, considering it in silence. You stared at him, stared at the redness of the apple that matched the redness of his gore-slick hands, of his bright crimson eyes, his existence, and his hands blood-staining the dark that surrounded the both of you.

His eyes slid over to you now, and there was something strange glittering in the shadowy depths of his eyes, dark embers flickering in the heart of them, sparking against your skin. You have never felt so raw and vulnerable; you have never felt so elated to be seen.

“Sure,” he said, and there was a lightness in his tone that belied the honeyed darkness that festered in his eyes, “but I’m afraid you’re in debt to me, little sparrow.”

You narrow your eyes at him, trepidation and excitement warring inside you. “Since when have I ever been in debt to you?”

“Since right now.”

Making use of his strength, the apple held in his hands was suddenly split into two perfect halves. The juices from the fruit snaked a clean river through the blood coating his hands, a sweet baptism of the violence, the crisp aroma perfuming the iron-leaden air hanging heavy above you.

Eyes not leaving your face, Ais lifted one of the apple halves to his mouth and swallowed in one whole go, quick yet silent. You were too stunned to question what he was doing when he raised the other apple to your lips, waiting. “Open up.���

You could see his bloody fingerprints marring the flesh of the apple, his scarlet whirlpools imprinting himself on the delicate fruit. You felt angry. You felt disgusted. 

But above all else, you felt very, very hungry. 

You open your mouth tentatively, and he slides the apple half into your mouth, almost tenderly. Your heart skipped a beat and your gut curdled at the taste melting on your tongue, at the bitter sugar of metallic blood and saccharine wetness of fruit exploding your senses and sliding down your throat. 

Ais hummed his satisfaction, his thumb pressed gently to your lips, ensuring that you consumed every little piece. “Good job, sparrow. Didn’t think you had the stomach for it.”

“You’re sick,” you muttered, but you felt yourself relax under his warm, crimson gaze. 

His bloodied thumb was still against your mouth, radiating heat. You fight the compulsion to suck it deep into your mouth and lick him clean.

tags: @houseofsolisoccasum

[loppsided]

hi lovely 🤍 i apologize for the very detailed request i have lol but can i ask for a fic or headcanons of dave’s best friend (fem!reader) accidentally finding out he’s kick-ass?

like… maybe the reader confesses she has a crush on kick-ass, and decides to send fanmail to his myspace page despite dave trying to convince her otherwise. she doesn’t understand why he’s so insistent about it until she sends the message and dave’s phone immediately goes off 🫢

i’ll leave the rest to you from there! again, thank you so much lovely 🤍 your writing is wonderful, don’t ever doubt that!

WARNINGS: dave lizewski x best friend!reader, f!reader, fluff, typical nerdy and nervous dave lol, lots o cussing, classic teenage girl!reader shes very bubbly, first kiss NOTES: the end is such a mess im so sorry! stop thank you so much i really appreciate that. and no worry's, i actually prefer longer requests with detail because it helps me set the scene. so if u have any others that are long, send them my way! also this is such a cute scenario ugh i love his nerdy ass. i donnnnnttt really think i like this buts its not completely terrible so ill post it lol. likes and reblogs appreciated! WC: 960

"because you just shouldn't, ok? god!" dave's whiny voice echoed throughout your room which almost made you giggle before you realized your parents were sleeping. you and him had been going back and forth for what seemed liked hours, all because you wanted to send your new celeb crush *kickass*, a few words of encouragement through his myspace page.

"that's not a good reason, weirdo. your such a baby, its not cringe to send him something. everyone deserves nice things said to them." you pulled your chair into your desk, a slight smile creeping on your lips at the thought of the green vigilante.

dave sat in silence, a little more nervous than he should be. i mean, what the hell was his problem? its just a comment on a damn board, and! its anonymous. dave knew you had a slight crush on the masked crusader, but you would never meet him so who cares?

you began to type, biting your bottom lip as you did. you caught a glimpse of dave out of the corner of your eyes and noticed he had scooted his chair farther away from you. whatever.

'dear kickass, i just wanted to comment about how much i appreciate you, well everyone does. so keep up the great work and keep kicking ass!' you re-read the message before hitting send. your internet had been a bit slower than usual that night, and while you waited for the message to send, dave excused himself to the bathroom. "um ill be uh right back, gotta piss." but as soon as he was about to open your bathroom door, you had noticed the message sent. and a slight *ding* could be heard from daves phone. who texted hi- your thoughts interrupted your own before you whipped your chair around and yelled his name.

he froze, nervous as ever and sweating profusely. "come here." you said calmly, even though you had put the pieces together in your head. you didn't want to overreact before you knew you were correct. he walked over to you, trying not to seem suspicious. "yeah? whats wrong." he said, but his voice cracked in the process which was a dead giveaway. "give me your phone, mines dead and i have to text someone." he paused for a moment before coming up with the most obvious lie ever "uh, um mines dead." you raised a brow, biting back a smile. "but i just heard it ding." he froze again, looking around your room dumbly.

you stood up quickly, startling him as you lunged towards his pocket and grabbed his phone. he tried to grab it but you held it high in the air with one hand, as the other pushed him away roughly. you jumped on your bed and turned it on. and lo and behold there was a notification from myspace. *to: kickass from: *user* 'dear kickass, i just wanted to comment about how much i appreciate you, well everyone does. so keep up the great work and keep kicking ass!'*

you gasped loudly, finally confirming your suspicions. "oh my god! oh my god! oh my godddddddd." you sat down while kicking your feet. "ok i know how this looks but i swear im no-" he started to tell another lie before you cut him off. "why didn't you tell me?! dave lizewski you are such a d-bag, im your best friend and you didn't tell me? this is fucking major!" he sat down slowly. your smile faded as you caught his expression. he looked...sad. like he was embarrassed. he spoke softly, "i just didn't want you to think-" you cut him off again, "that your a famous fucking superhero who kicks peoples asses for fun?!" you both laughed before he begun to speak again. "no....that i was a costume wearing loser. i mean i know im your best friend but your cool. cooler than any 'famous fucking superhero' and i like you too much to seem like a weirdo around you." his voice was barely above a whisper, he probably thought you wouldn't be able to catch that last part but you absolutely did.

you and dave had known each other for what seemed like forever, and despite your crush on kickass, your crush on dave trumped that completely. but you kept it to yourself out of fear of rejection. you two sat in silence for a few seconds as you calculated what you wanted to say. you wanted to be bold, and to tell him how much you liked him. you took his hands in yours and he looked up slowly.

"listen here, you could be wearing nothing but a speedo and a pink wig and i would still think your the coolest guy in the world. i wish you told me sooner, because i want you to trust me dave. and i like you too much to be kept in the dark." you repeated his words back to him as your faces were inches apart and his hands were sweaty in yours. but in this moment you didn't even care. you stared at his lips before pushing your face into his. he was still for a second before he ran his hands up your arms and cupped your face. he pulled back quickly leaving you confused, "so does this like mean you like be back? or am i wrong cuz like i dont-" you laughed at his ramblings "yes idiot, i like you back. and if you wanted..we could make this official. you and me." he smiled as a blush creeped onto his cheeks. "like girlfriend boy- wow. um yea totally. do you like wanna be my girlfriend?" you mirrored his smile quickly, "yes, kickass i would love to be your girlfriend."

[lynn-w3st]

MK1: Sneak Peek

Human were never meant to control life and death. Maybe it should have stayed that way.

Pairing: Lin Kuei bros x Sister (platonic)

Warning ⚠️: Mention of Death, Blood, Gore, Game Spoilers, Human Experimentation, and Cannibalism. You have been warned. MDI ‼️

I tried my best besties. Please enjoy 😊.

“ Yun Jin!!” Bi Han yelled, he hadn’t been able to find his sister. He scanned the rubble in hopes to hear or see any movement. Kuai Liang and Tomas were trying to find any enemies around that would be lurking in their path.

Bi Han ran towards the mostly frozen fortress. If he knew one big thing about his sister is that she will try to get away to safety even if she’s missing an arm or an eye. She is strong herself.

His sister was very stubborn just like their mother even if it cost her life and humanity. What he didn’t know was that someone was following him from the shadows. Bi Han’s eyes widen for a bit and quickly picked up his speed.

He heard the sound of labored, rapid, gasps of air coming from the throne room clearing. He sprinted towards it and behold there laid Yun Jin with a hole above her abdomen, she gasp. Beautiful crimson red blood was pouring out of the gaping hole and onto the ghostly pale snow.

Bi Han made a choking noise as he realize that his sister is gasping for air and choking on her own blood. He kneeled beside her side and had commanded her, “Move your hands!”, Yun Jin stilled continued to gasp for air. She shakily moved her hands and gripped onto his arm.

The Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei began to pushed on the wound trying to keep the blood from coming. Yun Jin cried out in agony pain. It felt like a stab to Bi Han’s heart. Yin gasped and made a heart wrenching agony whine noise. He heard footsteps come in front of him but he did not pay any attention. “B-.” Yun Jin cut herself off with a painful cry. Bi Han then push harder.

He felt something went stream down his cheek and fall into a pale snowy ground. “I know Yin! I know!” He blinked his tears away in hopes to not show any weakness. The unknown figure just watch us amusement at the sight of Yin.

“I know it hurts! You’ll be okay. I’ll make sure of it!!” He said strictly as his sister let out a weak scream, though it sounded like a harsh sob. “I have to get you up! Please stay with me Yun.”

Bi Han’s voice cracked for a bit as Yun Jin’s agony screams and cries grew louder. He hook his arm under Yun Jin’s neck while the other hand was still applying pressure on the wound.

“Damn it! Kuai Liang help me!” Bi Han screamed as his voice cracked a bit but the figure smiled sinisterly before speaking to him.

“She won’t make it. Here have this scroll it will save her life, Grandmaster.” The figure said before disappearing as Bi Han was to focus trying to keep his little sister alive. Footsteps were heard as Kuai Liang and Tomas arrived.

“Bi Han….” Kuai Liang mumbled as a silent tear roll down his cheek. He knew that their sister wasn’t going to make it. Tomas could only watch in hopelessness as his sister’s eyes dimming little by little. He lost another family.

“Yun Jin….. please don’t leave me.” Bi Han said quietly as his brothers didn’t hear him. “My dear sister please don’t be weak like father”. Yun Jin wheezed and threw up blood onto his clothes before taking her last breath. Suddenly she fell limp into Bi Han’s arms. He pushed his sister’s head into his chest and breath heavily.

Filled with rage and agony, Bi Han attack both Kuai Liang and Tomas. “I was right into not trusting Liu Kang! Our sister would have still been alive if he didn’t send her here.” He said in fury as he attack them and cut Kuai Liang’s eye.

Before he could kill Tomas knock him away and threw a smoke bomb to make both his and Kuai Liang's escape from Bi Han and retreat back to the Fire Temple. The unknown figure appeared again and this time it crouch in front of Bi Han.

“This magic scroll will save her. Use your technology and make her be strong. So she won’t have to die again.” The figure said as he handed the scroll to Bi Han who use his ice ability to strike the figure who shatter like glass.

He failed his mother in protecting Yun Jin. Now he has to make things right even if he has to lose his own sanity to get his dear sister back.

"Oh Yun Jin. I know you aren't dead and you are just asleep. No worries that pathetic sorcerer will have something to make you better. And if he doesn't then I'll kill him. This scroll may come in handy. You’ll be the first cyber Lin Kuei.”

From that day onward, Earthrealm will soon witness something far more sinister and truly disturbing. Yun Jin will no longer exist as an unknown sentient ai will take in her stead.

Bi Han has truly lost his humanity. The old Bi Han died the moment his sister took her last breath. He had lost his humanity and decide to make the first cyber Lin Kuei of his sister.

A Lin Kuei scientist could only watch in horror as his Grandmaster used this ancient dark scroll and his technology skills into reviving the young princess back or at least had try to.

Bi Han watch in anticipation as both magic and machine formed into one. Creating this eldritch ai unknown copy of his deceased little sister.

He threatened the poor Lin Kuei scientist to make a copy of his sister. Not wanting anger Bi Han, he went ahead and got to work. But first they needed to remove all of Yun Jin’s body parts which included eyes, lungs, and bones.

The scientist felt very sick to his stomach as the sound of squishy flesh and bones echoed the laboratory. The smell of blood filled his nose as his gloved hands were covered in dark blood.

He place the magical core on Yun Jin’s chest and watch the black ai vines spread across her corpse. Dull white sclera and black eyes stared at him. Yun Jin is nothing more than a walking corpse host for this ai sentient entity that had successfully taken over her decaying body.

Bi Han chuckled insanely and darkly as the new cyber sentient copy of his sister stood up from the table and twisted its limbs and body.

The sickening sound of flesh and machine echoed the laboratory. This ai entity had now grafted into Yun Jin’s body, becoming one. Black organic tendrils were poking out on her back, had a slit mouth with jagged sharp teeth.

It chuckled sinisterly before tackling the poor Lin Kuei scientist at an inhuman speed. It began to aggressively rip his chest open with her razor sharp claws while chuckling insanely.

The poor soul was crying out in agony as "Yun Jin" rip his arm off and use its claws to take an eye off and squish it like the weak bug he is.

"Please stop!" The scientist screamed out as his screams echoed across the temple. “S-s-Silly H-h-Human s-Stop M-mo-moving!” It said.

Bi Han watch in awe and prideful as his little sister finally came back to him. The agony screams of his fellow soldier was heard through out the temple. Everyone was shaking in pure terror. He did it finally, he finally fix his error.

He made Yun Jin better as he no longer needs to feel weak that he let her died. Now he can use her to gain more power and destroy his pathetic excuse of his brothers. Bi Han truly lost his mind to grief, sorrow and despair. He is now delusional since the outcome was successful.

Bi Han desecrated her body and corrupted her body. He gave up his sanity in order to save his sister and gain power. Yun Jin’s dignity was lost.

" Yun Jin" had silence the screaming man by grabbing his head and repeatedly smashing it rapidly into ground as blood smeared on the walls and floor. Before letting the man's lifeless body fall limp. "Yun Jin" lick the blood off from her pale face before smiling darkly at him.

" H-h-H-ello B-B-bro-ther." It said in a deep sinister disoriented tone mixed with a youth voice. This being swallowed the dead man’s arm and lick his blood off with its long tongue.

Her slit mouth widen as she smiled uncannily at him. It/his sister stood ten feet tall and smile at him and crouch on all fours to his height level.

It twisted her head side ways before leaning forward to hug her big brother. " I-I-I'm H-he-re B-b-Bi h-Han.” It said her voice glitching.

Bi Han hug her back but he knew deep down this wasn’t his sister anymore, this wasn't Yun Jin anymore and he knew it and he ruined her image but he can't bring himself to her death.

His actions will soon come back to him as he was never meant to tamper with magic and science. This monstrosity should have never been allowed to exist and now that it has free will. It will cause chaos and suffering in its path.

Hope you guys enjoy this MK1 horror fic. I tried my best so I’m sorry if it came out cringe. This is an idea I thought about during work. If you have questions please message me and I’ll be happy to answer them for you besties. 😄

[dwonfilm]

Come hell or high water. | Dean Winchester x Reader.

Summary: Looming over the Winchesters and [Y/N] is the war between heaven and hell. Dean will ultimately be faced with a choice he’d never be able to make. What will happen?

This will be a multi-part story, not necessarily set in a specific season but around 4-5 would be the best fit.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Mentions: Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Castiel, Bobby Singer, Azazel (yellow eyed demon).

Warnings: angst, supernatural level violence, season 2 spoilers in flashback.

If you missed it, here’s Part I.

Flashbacks are in bold.

Part II:

Here our trio sits, all tied to separate chairs and bloodied. Each unconscious at the moment, at the mercy of whoever held them captive—though right now it seemed they were alone. Not that it was helpful, none were in the state to simply bust out of their restraints.

Two days earlier.

It was the crack of dawn and for a change, [Y/N] was the first awake. Though in saying that, it would imply she got much sleep to begin with—which she didn’t. If she had to count the hours, she’d guess maybe two out of the numerous hours at night she’d spent sleeping. Every other hour was spent snuggled into Dean who was for a change fast asleep and remained that way all night long. For [Y/N], she was restless and worried and that never ended well when it came to a hunt. There had been a handful of times where she’d just.. known something bad was gonna happen. She couldn’t tell anyone how she knew but her intuition was rarely wrong. She’d felt off about their rescue of John Winchester from those damned Sunrise apartments. Lo and behold he was possessed by the yellow eyed demon that we now know was called Azazel. All of those events spiralled and led to John ending up dead and in hell—a deal made, a trade, his life for Dean’s. There was one other instance in which it was the day that her beloved Dean made the deal that would eventually send him to hell himself.

Tears had been flowing so long their tracks had stained [Y/N]’s pale cheeks. Everything had happened so fast—weeks, hell maybe months had been spent tracking these.. other children that the yellow eyed demon had planned a future for and now.. it all felt as if time froze. They’d found this guy, Jake, but something had been incredibly off about him—more so than the other children really seemed to present at first. It wasn’t long before Sam found himself physically fighting with Jake. After a couple blows that would definitely hurt in the morning, the younger Winchester had knocked the man unconscious. Holding the pipe he’d used to nail the final blow above an unknowing Jake. Inner turmoil clearly tearing at his brain. This constant battle of how far was too far, which had been brewing within Sam Winchester for the last year or so. Ultimately, he just couldn’t kill Jake, despite the fact that he had been trying to kill Sam. Tossing the pipe to the ground before hearing both Dean and [Y/N] yelling for him. “SAM!” Dean had been searching for his little brother, frantically at that. “SAM!” [Y/N] yelled immediately after, her body right behind Dean’s. Turning in the direction of their voices Sam would sprint off, leaving the unconscious form of Jake lying on the gravel. Now they could see one another. Dean, [Y/N] and Bobby had all come into sight. “Sam.” Dean said, voice sounding exhausted. “Dean..” Sam spoke, also sounding exhausted while holding his left arm with his right. All three hunters dropped their shotguns from the aimed position but [Y/N] however, she had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach that something was lingering. Seconds, mere seconds.. and Jake had appeared behind Sam. “Sam look out!” Dean warned, but it had been too late. Jake had grabbed a knife from the earlier battle and plunged it deep into the back of the younger Winchester. Dean, [Y/N] and Bobby frantically began sprinting towards Sam. “NOOOOOOOOO!” Dean yelled with one of the most pained and strained voices that [Y/N] had ever heard. Rushing towards Sam, who’d fallen to his knees, Dean threw the shotgun onto the gravel before him and gripped Sam’s white shirt tightly in his fists. Bobby and [Y/N] didn’t stop—couldn’t stop. They chased Jake as he ran away from the horrific scene he’d just caused. Sam fell limp, only being held up by his older brother’s grip on his shirt. It was clear this was bad, beyond bad, it was.. criminal. “Hey, hey, hey.. c’mere.. lemme look at ya’..” Dean cooed as he moved his brother into a hug. Placing his hand on Sam’s back he felt the wound, his little brother’s blood now coating his palm. Panic filled him as he stared at it, before trying to keep Sam responsive. Pulling back, he’d look Sam in the face but his brother was still like a ragdoll in his hands. “It’s not even that bad, it’s not even that bad.. alright?” Dean lied, looking into his little brother’s eyes. They weren’t fully open, Sam was clinging to the last string of life and Dean knew it. “Sammy… SAM!” He cried out, shaking his little brother out of sheer desperation to keep him awake. “Hey, listen to me.. we’re gonna patch you up okay?” Dean’s breaths were heavy, panic setting in but he’d keep it at bay as much as he could. “You’ll be good as new..” Another lie. Yet he said it anyway, at this point he didn’t know if it was to comfort Sam or to comfort himself. Here he was kneeling in the gravel, holding his little brother’s near lifeless body in his hands. “I’m gonna take care of you, I’m gonna take care of you.. I got you. That’s my job right? Watch out for my pain in the ass little brother.” By the end of that sentence Dean’s emotions had began to put cracks in the dam of his repressed emotions. “Sam. Sam. Sam.. SAMMY?” Dean wailed with his hand on his brother’s face. Sam’s eyes had closed now, there was no sign of life present in his brother’s body and he knew it. He realized it. Eyes widened with the realization and the fear that came with it: Sam was dead. “..no.. no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no..” Dean was pleading, with who.. with what.. he didn’t know.

Bringing his little brother back into a hug he stared off at the ground just behind where they were. Hands gripping at his little brother tightly, frantically, inwardly hoping this was some kind of sick nightmare. “Oh god..” he pleaded, just holding up his brother who was no longer living. Both knelt there in the dirt and the gravel, silence overtaking the area. Eery and calm were their surroundings but the emotions within the eldest Winchester were anything but—“SAM!” he cried out, breaking the silence that had briefly settled. Finally he broke, leaning into his brother’s hair and beginning to weep.

Sam’s body was now laid on some mattress at Bobby’s, on the ground and undisturbed. Dean, and [Y/N] kneeling beside him. “I just wanted you to be a kid.. just for a little while longer. “I always try to protect you, keep you safe. Dad didn’t even have to tell me, it was just always my responsibility you know? It’s like I had one job.. I had one job and I screwed it up..” Dean’s voice broke at the end of his words, as he leaned forward, just looking at his brother’s body. [Y/N] was close behind him, didn’t want to be far because this.. this was something that no one was prepared for, no one thought it would happen. This truly was in all facets the worst case scenario. “I blew it.. and for that I’m sorry.” Dean spoke, tears falling from his eyes and slowly rolling down his cheeks. He reached up to wipe his eyes and [Y/N] finally hooked her arm around his, leaning her head against his shoulder. “I guess that’s what I do. I let down the people I love.” She squeezed his arm, not wanting to interrupt his emotional words to his brother but wanting to let him know that wasn’t true. Head turning to face him with tears in her eyes while Dean’s vision remained on Sam. “Yeah I let Dad down.. and now I guess I’m supposed to just let you down too? ..how can I? Am I supposed to live with that? What am I supposed to do? Sammy..” emotions break and she held onto him tightly, despite the fact that he never acknowledged that she was there. “What am I supposed to do?” These words were a little more angry, but still ultimately just.. sad. Anger came out again as he yelled towards the sky. “WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!” [Y/N] ran out the front door to hear the impala’s engine revving and the bright headlights turning on. “Dean! ..DEAN WAIT.” She called after him, but he was already pulling out of the driveway and taking off down the gravel road. Tears were still rolling from her cheeks and bits of her makeup had dried, others wet and smudged from the constant flow of tears. Bobby stepped out, placing his hand on her shoulder. “C’mon girly, we’ve just gotta let him go for now.” He sighed, looking at how much of a wreck [Y/N] was and dealing with the sadness of his own. He guided her back inside and closed the door, getting a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet. She was on edge, not only from Sam’s death but from the feeling that things weren’t over yet.

Daylight came and [Y/N] came downstairs to find.. Sam was alive. She couldn’t believe it. Running down the stairs she hugged him tightly, which he protested after a moment or so because it was hurting him. “I’m sorry, ..I’m sorry. I just. You’re okay?” She asked, to which the youngest Winchester nodded. It was a miracle, a miracle.. suddenly she felt that same pit in her stomach remembering what happened the night before and the feeling that kept her up most of the night. From the corner of her eye she saw Bobby and Dean walking out towards the cars—that was never a good sign. Sam had been eating some breakfast and so she smiled over at him. “I’ll be right back, Sammy. I’m gonna go talk to Dean and Bobby.” Sam nodded, continuing to eat his food. [Y/N] made it out there rather quickly but more importantly? Quietly. She wanted to see what they were talking about before they were alerted to her presence. Hiding behind a broken down car, she heard the whole speech. Every single word. Just as Bobby had his hand on Dean’s face, [Y/N] stepped out from behind the car. Dean’s eyes widened and Bobby was confused until he turned to see her standing there. “I’m gonna.. leave you two alone.” Bobby said, offering a sympathetic look to [Y/N]. She was shaking, tears again staining her cheeks and the makeup she wore yesterday became a bigger mess—both because she slept in it and from the fresh tears upon her skin. Bobby walked away and there was silence that surrounded them. Tension that you could cut with a knife. “Baby..” Dean spoke, voice low. It was in that split second that her gaze pointed like daggers at him. “..please say something.” He pleaded, holding her gaze even though he knew there was pure anger on the other end. [Y/N] was still shaking, hands clenching to form fists and she was holding them so tight her hands began to turn white. Dean made the mistake of taking a step to close the distance between he and his girlfriend—immediately being met with a punch to the face. He staggered backward but he wasn’t mad, he knew he had that coming. “How could you!” She yelled, taking a step towards him herself only to shove him in the chest. “One fucking year?! ONE YEAR DEAN?!” She yelled again, shoving him again. Dean’s voice was kept low. “Baby I tried.. I tried for ten, hell I started counting down to five. She wouldn’t budge. Baby I couldn’t let him die..” He choked out, tears running down his face again. “I didn’t want him to die either Dean, we could’ve found another way!” She cried, tears searing her face and her body aching already from the violence the sobs had brought upon her. “What other way, [Y/N]?! There was no other way, dammit!” Dean yelled, but the look he got back removed the irritation and only broke his heart further. “..what am I gonna do, Dean? What am I supposed to do, what am I supposed to say..” her voice broke from the sobbing and all Dean wanted to do was hold her in his arms. Tell her things would be okay, but he didn’t know that they would be and she clearly didn’t want him to touch her right now. Silence overtook them again, only broken up by her sobs. “You really thought your life meant nothing? You really feel like our life together means nothing?” [Y/N] sobbed the words out, turning away from her boyfriend. “Baby I didn’t say that..” he spoke lowly still, both because he didn’t want to cause more commotion and because for the first time he realized just what he’d brought down on the woman he loved. “YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO!” She cried out, her sobs felt like stabbing in her lungs. Each and every one of them felt like bullets to Dean’s heart, but he had to reaffirm what he’d told Bobby. “You can’t tell him..” he choked out. [Y/N] scoffed, looking up at him with that same daggered gaze. Laughing the most dry and uneasy laugh that he’d ever heard. “Right, I just got my still beating heart ripped from my chest and I have to smile and pretend like everything is fine? Because you asked me to?” She was angry and it was the kind of anger that was turning calm.

Perhaps the most scary kind of anger that there was—but Dean’s eyes held so much emotion that she just scoffed again. “Fine.” It was all she could say. “Baby please let me..” Dean started, reaching out for [Y/N] but she backed away before he could touch her in any way. “Don’t. Don’t you dare.” She spoke, turning around and walking off.

Dean had rolled over in his sleep, so [Y/N] figured this was the time to just.. get up. There was no point in even trying to get more sleep, it wouldn’t happen. She just had to accept it. Slowly pushing herself up from the mattress she’d run her hand over her tired face. Turning around she looked at Dean, smiling at how peaceful he looked while he slept and she couldn’t help herself—she leaned down to press a light kiss to his forehead. It wouldn’t wake him up, he was the heaviest sleeper she’d ever met when he actually got to sleep. Running her hand through her [Y/H/C] hair to push it from her face, she turned and moved towards the door to the motel room. Sam had still been asleep and so she made sure to be extra quiet, unlocking the door and taking the key with her, holding it in her hand. Once she was out of the room and had relocked it, she slipped it into her jacket pocket and sighed. Maybe this walk in the crisp morning air would give her some clarity, make her feel better. It isn’t that she was intent on going far but she’d needed some alone time to sort her thoughts. There was a coffee shop not too far from where they’d been staying and she figured she could grab everyone’s usual before they’d woken up. Despite the crisp air feeling fresh in her lungs, it wasn’t doing anything to calm her mind. As much as [Y/N] tried, she couldn’t figure out what was bothering her so much about this case—other than the fact that it had seemingly been dropped in their laps. Sure there could be some controlling of the evil in the world but to have such a gap in potential cases.. could something really control all of species of evil? Truly make them pause any and everything? She wasn’t sure even Lucifer had that kind of pull. Before she knew it, she was at the coffee shop and they had just opened a few minutes prior to her arrival. As she opened the door, the little bell rung out to alert the workers to a customer. [Y/N] smiled and ordered two caramel lattes and a black coffee—all with a shot of espresso. Eyes flicking around the interior, it was quaint and it was very much what you’d expect from a smaller town’s local coffee spot. Leaning against the half wall by the counter, she was lost in her thoughts again. It wasn’t a day she wanted to relive but this pit in her stomach was growing and it reminded her too much of that day—the day Dean made his deal. Sure, things had worked out in the long run with that but.. it wasn’t easy. “[Y/N]?” She smiled as the woman behind the counter called out her name. “That’s me.” She smiled, taking the tray with the three coffee cups settled snugly into it into her hands after paying with the card she’d brought. Thanking the worker she turned on her heel and walked back out of the door, by now the sun had fully risen in the sky. It took less time for her walk back towards the motel room, probably because she wasn’t using the walk to think anymore. Now she just wanted to get back to Sam and Dean so they could get this day started.

Using her free hand, [Y/N] grabbed the keys from her pocket and moved towards the door. However Sam had opened it, smiling at her and stepping aside to allow her to reenter the room. “Dean’s in the shower.” He said, noticing you seemed a little puzzled when you looked at the bed you’d shared with him only to find it empty. “Ahh, makes sense.” She replied, placing the coffee tray on the table and slipping her jacket off. After tossing it onto the bed, she smoothed back her [Y/H/C] hair which the wind had messed up a little. “Is everything okay, [Y/N/N]? You’re never up before me and if you are you’re damn sure not in a good enough mood to be around other people.” Sam chuckled, which made her chuckle too. “I didn’t really sleep much. Probably two hours but that’s being pretty generous.” She admitted, pulling the cups from their respective holders and setting Dean’s on the table. Grabbing Sam’s drink she extended her arm outward to offer to him, which he happily took. “Thank you.” He spoke softly, smiling at her before taking a sip. “You’re welcome.” She replied before mirroring him and doing the same from her own cup. “You that worried about this case?” He asked, eyes glancing back to her with concern in them. She nodded, sighing. “I can’t shake it, Sam. No matter how much I’ve tried since yesterday it just.. it feels like..” she was cut off by the door to the bathroom opening and Dean walking out. “Oh hey baby, good morning.” He said, smiling to [Y/N] as he walked over to her and gave her a gentle peck of a kiss. “Good morning honey.” She replied, returning the peck and offering up his coffee. “Thank you, sweetheart.” He said as he took the cup from her hand and immediately took a sip. There was a momentary silence before the eldest Winchester spoke up again. “Since when are you the one that goes for coffee in the morning by the way?” His eyes moved between Sam and [Y/N], who sighed softly. “I couldn’t sleep.” She said before sipping her coffee again. “She was just telling me that she only got two hours, being pretty generous.” Sam added, which had [Y/N] choke a bit on her coffee. Dean always worried when she got like that. “Babe.. two hours? That’s it?” Of course he knew that hunters didn’t get as much sleep at times as others did. Dean himself struggled with sleep, usually being riddled with nightmares or just worrying about things. “That’s it.” She repeated, sighing again. “I’m gonna grab next shower if that’s okay Sam.” She looked to the younger but taller Winchester and he nodded. “That’s fine, [Y/N.] Go ahead.” She began gathering her things and headed into the bathroom, shutting the door. “Dean she’s really worried.” Sam said, turning to his older brother. Dean ran his hand across his face, sighing himself. “Yeah, Sammy, I know.” Placing a hand on his older brother’s shoulder, he lowered his voice a little bit. “No, Dean, I don’t think either of us realize how bad it is for her.” This made Dean raise his eyebrow, but his eyes began searching his little brother’s eyes for answers. “What did she say?” He asked, looking at Sam. “She didn’t fully get it out, because you came into the room.. but she said it feels like something else and with the look on her face Dean.. it’s bad.” Both brothers wore looks of concern as they settled into a silence. All that could be heard was the distant sound of the shower running behind the closed bathroom door.

About ten minutes passed, the water turned off and [Y/N] emerged from the bathroom already dressed for when they’d inevitably leave. Sam had finished his coffee just now tossing the cup into the bin. Without a word he gathered his things and headed into the bathroom to use the last bits of what he hoped was hot water. Once the bathroom door closed, Dean would approach [Y/N] and take her hands into his and squeeze them gently. “Baby.. look at me.” He spoke softly, she didn’t want to meet his gaze at first mention. “Baby.” He repeated, gently easing his index finger underneath her chin and pushing her face upward. Finally she met his gaze and his stomach and heart sunk. All that he could see in her eyes was sadness and worry. It broke him a little. “Talk to me.” He said softly, running his thumbs over the top of her hands. “I’m just.. something really doesn’t feel right, D.” She spoke, her eyes glassing over a little bit as she attempted to hold back the tears. “This case?” He asked, letting go of one of her hands to bring his now free one to her face. Thumb easily caressing her cheekbone which makes it harder for her to hold back the tears. “Everything about this, Dean. It feels like.. like..” she trailed off and tried to look away from him but gently he kept her gaze on him. “Like what, sweetheart?” He asked, letting go of her other hand to bring his up on the other side of her face. His hands were cupping her face now, so she gripped his forearms firmly. Taking a deep breath she attempted to steady her breathing. Dean leaned forward to press a kiss onto her forehead to help calm her down. “All of this has that pit in my stomach like the day you made the deal to save Sam.” She was quiet, she didn’t wanna say it too loud—she didn’t wanna say it at all. Finally he understood why she was so worked up, why she couldn’t sleep and why she’d been stressing so much. “C’mere.” That’s all he said, pulling her as close to his body as he could. She wrapped her arms around his midsection and he wrapped his own around her shoulders. [Y/N] buried her face into his chest and quietly sobbed. “It’s not gonna be like that day. I promise.” He spoke lowly, pressing a kiss to her temple, followed by another one. She lifted her head to look him in the eyes with the tears all along her face. “Don’t promise me that, you know you can’t keep it.” She whispered. He sighed knowing she was right. “I know.” It was all he said, but she knew it was his way of saying in this moment that he’d do anything to protect her. They knew Sam would be out of the shower any moment and so [Y/N] began to rub her eyes, wiping away the tears and hoping her eyes weren’t too red and puffy. Dean pressed another couple of kisses to her forehead, soothing her as best he could.

“Did you try praying to Cas yet?” She asked, her voice sounding more stable than it had earlier. “Yeah, he’s not answering me.” It was clear that Dean was frustrated but surely the angel was just.. busy. “It’s okay, he’s probably doing something.” It’s like she could read his mind sometimes, which he mostly loved about [Y/N]. “Why don’t you sit and finish your coffee? I’ll pack the car up so we can just head out. That okay?” He asked, looking at her with a little smile but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. She nodded, slowly letting go of Dean and moving back to the table and grabbing her coffee. [Y/N] sighed before taking a sip, slowly picking at the cup with her eyes down. It didn’t take long for Sam to reenter the room after his shower. [Y/N] didn’t really look up, just sat there trying to keep her composure. He’d made his way from the bathroom directly to his bed, packing up all of his stuff into the couple bags he owned. “Dean taking the stuff to the impala?” Sam asked, which she barely realized. “Huh? Oh yeah, he’s running everything out now.” [Y/N] replied without really looking up. Now the younger Winchester was furrowing his brow, turning to approach where she was seated. Fingers with a semi-grown out manicure still picking at the material of the cup. Sam gently placed his hand upon her shoulder and gave it a squeeze. [Y/N] placed her hand atop of the man’s, the man who’d been like her younger brother too. Not that she always intended to, but often times she was like Dean in the fact that she tried to shelter Sam from how bad she was feeling. He’d given her shoulder another gentle squeeze. “It’s gonna be okay. Whatever it is, we’re gonna make it through this, [Y/N].” She couldn’t help but smile up at Sam and hope he didn’t notice her eyes and how red they likely were. “Thank you, Sammy.” She replied with that same smile that stopped at her cheeks. Just then the door to the room opened and Dean walked back in, offering a lopsided half-smile at his girlfriend and his brother. “You guys ready to go?” Dean asked rubbing his hands onto his jean-covered thighs—both Sam and [Y/N] nodding. First to leave the room was the younger Winchester, wanting to get settled for the long drive between states. This left [Y/N] and Dean alone in the room for a moment as she slowly got up from the chair. One medium length drink had the rest of her coffee gone and she threw it in the bin before stopping to stand by her man. “I love you, [Y/N/N].” He said taking her into his arms once again. “I love you too, D.” She replied, burying her face in his chest for a few seconds before both made their way out of the room. Dean reached behind him to close the door again. “I have the key, I’ll drop it off.” [Y/N] spoke before giving Dean’s side a little squeeze. She broke away from the hug and made the short walk towards the office, so he took that time to get into the impala. After offering one last wave she made her way back towards the car, looking around for a couple of seconds before stepping towards it. Soon enough she was tucked away in the passenger seat of Baby, Sam in the back with his face in a book of lore. Turning her head would have Dean come into view, gripping the steering wheel and turning the key—putting the impala into motion. Reversing out of the parking lot and taking off down the road as Baby’s engine roared freely.

[notoverjoyed]

Behold! My fill for Ectoberhaunt Day 10: Meteorology. I'll post anything I write for this year to A03 at some point, but for now, here's a quick bit featuring everyone's favorite weatherman.

Summary: The first ghost sightings in Amity Park had occurred less than a month ago, and the city’s TV news organization has decided that ghost sightings fell under the category of weather. Local weatherman Lance Thunder was not involved in this decision.

Warnings: None

“No no no no noooo,” Lance Thunder whines into the microphone as he huddles amid the chaos fallen on Amity Park. Something green and glowing flies low overhead and he crouches even farther. His camera man crouches nearby. He’s far more collected than Lance, keeping his camera focused on the weatherman’s face throughout the whole ordeal.

Looking up cautiously, Lance sees the camera pointed toward him with it’s red light still blinking live and schools his face into something resembling calm.

“La-Lance Thunder here,” he says shakily. “With you here today on the scene of yet another attack on our fair city by so called ghosts!” His voice raises to a shrill yell, and he clears his throat before continuing.

“Downtown Amity Park between 2nd and 6th avenues is currently closed due to the incursion, and all those in the area are encouraged to shelter in place until further notice.”

“Aaand now-” he voice breaks off as he ducks under another specter swooped down. “And now to you, Tiffany, please.” His calm facade stays for a moment, waiting for the all clear. The camera man shoots him a thumbs up and the red light on the camera turns off. Lance shudders, and sinks to the ground. Half a block away a white glowing figure narrowly avoids slamming into the street as they shoots green rays from their hands at the ghosts.

He stays huddled there for several minutes as the fight moves down the street. The camera man stands and keeps taking video until the fight moves out of sight entirely.

Several more minutes pass, and Lance raises his head slowly. The sounds of fighting have faded, and people are wandering back outside from wherever they had taken shelter

“Oh god,” he says with a strained voice as he sees the cracked concrete surrounding him, still kneeling.

“You okay man?” asks a young male voice behind him.

“Uhhhh, yeah?” Lance says as he turns his head and sees a vaguely familiar black haired boy holding a thermos.

“You sure?” the boy says. He seems concerned for Lance, but he’s wearing a smile. Something satisfied, like he’d accomplished something.

“Yeah,” Lance says as he stands. Shards of concrete pour off his pants as rises. “Aren’t you that Fenton kid.” he says.

The smile slides right off the kids face. “Nope” he says quickly, then, “What’s that over there!”

Lance and the camera man turn their head to see, but there’s nothing to see but the broken street.

He turns back to ask the boy what he’s talking about, only to see he’s disappeared. Lance drops his head and scowls. “Motherfucking ghosts,” he mutters to the ground.

A minute passes as Lance contemplates the choices that led him to where he his now.

“Sooo, back to the van?” the camera man asks, interrupting his glowering. Sighing Lance nods, and starts trudging back to where they’d parked the news van. Hopefully it’s still on one piece.

[shejustcalledmeafish]

Behold an extensive but not complete because he does it so much compilation of John Hart’s fourth wall breaks in The Sins of Captain John (made for @4thwallbreakersshowdown but also serves as general propaganda to give the boxset a listen for Torchwood fans)

Transcript below the cut, but first an important content warning that Scene Six (timestamps marked in the transcript) has background sex noises, so just be aware where you’re listening. There aren’t any major spoilers for the boxset, though.

Have fun and Vote John Hart for Ultimate Fourth Wall Breaker!

Scene One: The Restored (0:01-0:09)

John: Or maybe, if I’d known this was an audiobook, I’d’ve bought the complete Buffy on DVD! (Heavy sigh) Well, before you go asking for a refund, let’s set the scene.

(Five seconds of John’s theme song plays)

Scene Two: The Restored (0:14-0:28)

(Background space station falling apart noises)

John: I reckon I’ve got about four hours before I’m sent tumbling into the icy black void of space which is just long enough for me to tell you [sigh] how I got here. So, strap in, get comfy, and let’s give the fourth wall a bloody good seeing to.

(John’s theme) 

Scene Three: The Restored (0:33-0:46)

Sir Thomas, dying: I pray that I shall find the gates of paradise open, and that a choir of angels—

John: Yeah, yeah, yeah, very moving. But this scene has been going on for ages and we’ve a zombie apocalypse to avert, so maybe, we should get going.

(John’s theme) 

Scene Four: The Restored (0:51-1:11)

(Faint screams in background)

John: (giddy) Plus, if this was a film or a tv show, it would look so, so cool. Cue exciting music!

(Exciting music plays, accompanied by horse snorting and galloping. The music continues to climax)

John: Heeyaw! (Whip crack) Heeyaw!! (Whip crack)

Mohisha: Heeyaw! (Whip crack)

(Horses galloping intensifies)

John, yelling: This is probably the single most visually impressive thing I’ve ever done!

(John’s theme)

Scene Five: Peach Blossom Heights (1:16-1:43)

(Background space station falling apart noises)

John: (grimly) This is it, John. Beginning of the end. (Much less grim) Or, for you listeners at home, the halfway mark. (High-pitched voice) ‘Yay, Captain Jack is in it,” I hear you squeal. Except for you, over there, tweeting angrily around your cats(?) that (nerdy voice) “actually, I think you’ll find his name isn’t Captain Jack Harkness yet” yeah, I see you. While we’re at it, strictly speaking, mine isn’t Captain John Hart either. (dramatic mock gasp) I know! But listen, isn’t continuity boring?

(John’s theme) 

Scene Six: Peach Blossom Heights (1:48-2:28)

(Genial, generic, elevator-like music plays)

John: Basically, while many listeners were totally on board for all the gratuitous sex following my previous outing The Death of Captain Jack, we received some complaints (background sex noises begin) ranging from (gruff voice) ‘utter filth!’ to, uh, (higher-pitched voice) “you people should be locked up!” So, you’ll just have to picture the scene without any of the more explicit sound effects or dialogue. (sharp inhale, voice now giddy) I mean, in reality, this went on for hours, but, who wants to hear that?

(Notable pause)

John: (faux shock) You do? Shame. Take it up with the people who wrote all those strongly-worded emails. You have them to thank. Anyway, maybe they’ll release it as a bonus disk or something. Moving on.

(John’s theme) 

Scene Seven: Darker Purposes (2:33-3:01)

John: Suppose it was nice while it lasted. I hope you’ve all enjoyed yourselves. So, why don’t you get comfy, and we’ll see how this absolute clusterfuck comes to a conclusion. …where’s the theme tune? We’re meant to have a theme tune.

Scott Handcock, irl director of the boxset: (slightly muffled as if over an intercom) Uh, is it not playing?

John: No! Scott, it’s not playing, I can’t hear anything.

Scott: (inaudible), how ‘bout now?

John: Nope. (starts whistling)

Scott: How about… now!

(Torchwood theme starts playing)

[mamawolfblood]

Trust me chapter 5

Iris helped build cottages for her pack over the course of a few weeks. The young female looked at the calendar handing on the wall by Bram's desk. "Tonight is a full moon." She said with enthusiasm and a uncontrollable bubbling of joy took over her. Bram came in with some coffee he looked tired.

"Lass it's early why are you a ball of energy?" His ruff voice deep with sleep reached her. She turned smiling at him explaining that the full moon does this to Wolfbloods. "So you get a burst of crack squirrel energy every full moon? My god have mercy on us all." He said taking a drink of coffee.

"Its not so bad no moon days we are like zombie. Our energy is drained and we feel sick. Our wolves go dormant for one day and night." She said praying to the moon mother, that he dose not use this against her. "Oh so for one day you are helpless good to know." Bram said with a wicked grin. She knew she was in for a long no moon day with him and his dragon.

"So lunch time everyone will gather in the great hall for a briefing on the shift in mood." Bram said walking over to his desk and sat down. She sat in his lap resting her head on his shoulder. He sighs and wrapped an arm around her. "Are the dragon allowed to watch the shift?" He asked making Iris life her head and look at him. "That's right you never see us shift before." She said with astonishment then feeling a bit bad. They have seen the dragons shift but never gave the same opportunity in return.

"I don't see why not dragons have shifted infront of us many times. Its only fair you get to see us shift. We don't need to be naked to shift. " she said making Bram roll his eyes. "Good for fucking you bloody wolf." He said annoyed by the information. Iris chuckles before kissing him. "Do you want me to strip to make you feel better?" She asked mischief dancing in her eyes. He growled "No male can see you that way. You are mine Iris Rossi you best remember that." He said tightening his grip. "Oh don't be grumpy I'm not going anywhere." She said before getting up. "I need to go and get things set up for the cubs, who haven't shifted received their wolf yet." She said making him a bit confused. "What do you need I can get someone to look after them. I know a few people with children who would be perfect." Bram said pulling out his phone. "If you can arrange something it would be appreciated." She said before leaving the room. Bram's eyes follow her till she was no longer in sight. 'At least she trusts us with the care of the young. It is a step in the right direction for sure.' His dragon said stretching in his mind. "Yes your right but we still have a ways to go." He said before starting the calls.

Iris pov

Walking to the main living area was quiet given it was still early morning. Knowing my pack however they are probably in the take off area ruff-housing. Low and behold I am right hearing the laughter of the wolves infront of me, it made my heart warm almost forgetting all that has happened. "Alpha Iris good morning." One of the small female cubs said running over to me. Then the other children followed. I smiled picking one of the children up. Spinning around making the child laugh and on looking dragons smile. "Alpha Iris can we ride as the big wolves run threw the groves and thickets?" A small male cub asked this made the other cubs beg.

I look up at the adult wolves and a few of the teens. "What do you think have they been well behaved enough?" I asked making them chuckle. "Yeah we have honest." The boy said and I pat his head. "Alright but just one lap around the take off area." I said and the young ones cheer with delight. The dragons watch with curiosity. It felt good having the wind threw my fur and durt beneath my paws as we ran. The cubs scream and cheer having fun. 'Sister!' I heard Arrow yell in the mind link. The other wolves and I stop. 'Arrow?' I responded only to be met with visions of Arrow and Alasdair gathering Wolfbloods to take on skyhunter.

'No Alasdair Arrow stop this!' I growl and they growl back. 'THEY KILLED OUR MOTHER AND THE FORMER LUNA! THEY MUST BE RID OF NOW! THE HUMANS WON'T DO ANYTHING FOR US!' They both yell. 'You attack them and the DDA will never reunited us.' I said trying to reason with them. 'The alpha is right please reconsider this.' Luka came threw. 'Its your fault we are in this mess boy. You have no say in the dealings of the pack.' Arrow growls. 'Enough he is one of us Arrow so he does have a say. He is right we need to bide our time with the Skyhunter clan. We need to focus on getting back home the rest will fall into place.' I said hoping to break threw but instead, I was met with silence.

[vastpotato]

Decided to post the short thing but I gotta warn you all, jon is super depressed and thinking of all the sad things

Is a brief look into s4 jon struggling with his hunger and an even briefer snipet at his and daisys friendship

Apologies now for any mistakes-It was 2 am when I wrote this 😅

He’s starving. Jon is so hungry he can’t think of anything else. He’s already read three statements today. All old and stale and unnourishing. Beholding tries and tries to shove new things into his mind, trying to get him to cave to the hunger.

Richard in artifact storage lost his son to something he can’t explain. He leaves in 3 hours and takes his breaks alone-

“Stop..!” He croaks out, his voice cracking as his holds his head. “I’m not-I won’t!”

He argues but of course, the Erdrich fear doesn’t much care for what he wants.

He’s weak and even the smell of the biscuits on his desk seem revolting. He’s gone through every true statement in his office now and doesn’t think he even has the strength to go find another one. Though Beholding informs him that he will be sustained enough to get the statement from Rachel in accounting if he went right now.

Instead he lays his head on his desk with a groan. The hunger is so primal it makes him nauseous and even the smallest movements are dizzying, his vision speckles and head pounds but all he sees is Daisy, if she can hold out then so can he. All he hears is Basira, telling him she’ll put him down and he doesn’t want to die…not really…they need him…he thinks…

He covers his head and let’s put a bitter, hallowed laugh. If only Elias could see his prized pupil now. He wonders what he’d do. Would he force Jon to read that perfect statement or would he con a poor soul to give a live statement? It doesn’t matter, Elias is still in prison, which is better than he deserves still.

His mind wanders as he forces himself to not think about the pain and hunger. Martin probably doesn’t even know…or surely he would’ve already come in and yelled at Jon for letting himself get to this state. He wonders how Tim would react, before Prentiss, he would’ve forced Jon to sit and wouldn’t leave until he had eaten something..but afterwards?… maybe he would’ve scoffed and told Jon that he had done this to himself…it was true of course but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt still.

He tried to think what Sasha would’ve said but his mind only provides the image of NotSasha and he can’t force himself to think about how he failed her too.

He doesn’t remember falling asleep but he wakes up on the ground, someone shaking him and it takes more effort than he likes to even open his eyes.

He’s greeted with a terrified looking Daisy who seems ready to poor a cup of water on him.

He opens his mouth to speak but only static comes out and both he and Daisy flinch back at it.

He knows he has too many eyes and can’t figure out how to control them, he’s too tired, too weak to even think about it so he shuts his mouth and and shuts the eyes he knows how to control and let’s his head lull away. He lets out a breath that comes out as a soft whimper and for a long moment no one says or does anything. Jon is left only with his gnawing hunger.

Then Daisy let’s out a soft sigh and sits against the wall, pulling up her knees and hugging them, resting her head on her knees as she looks at the pitiful man.

“It was almost 3 months after the coffin, I put down my first monster-“

“Daisy-…don’t…” Jon croaks, voice filled with static he obviously had no control over. She just brushes him off.

“Shush and lemme give you a statement”

“You don’t ha-“

“Shut it” she snips and that was the end of that. She continues, telling him the entire story of the encounter with a thing that was definitely not human, how she put down her first monster of the Hunt. Every detail. And when that story didn’t get Jon back on his feet, she continued on to the next monster encounter of her life. It was as she started the third that he put a hand gently on her knee.

“Daisy…I’m ok. Thank you.” He breathed out and he watches her blink at him, coming back to herself after the statement. “You really didn’t have to-..”

“I’m not just letting you give up, Jon.”

She spoke simply but stood and walked out before he could really think of a response.

Jon sat in the middle of his office, letting out a heavy sigh. He held his head in his hands, wishing he could undo what he knew Daisy would be in for. He knew he’d see her in his dreams tonight and Beholding was ecstatic.

I just wrote the most heartbreaking tiny snippet of season four jon dealing with hunger.

And I have no idea where that came from but I am crying now so that’s fun.

[usedpidemo]

Seen Through Glass (Jo Yuri)

“This is so boring! Why are we in an appliance store?”

Yuri’s complaints pass through willfully ignorant ears. Something you’re very familiar with. Selfish reasons aside, perhaps bringing your idol girlfriend with you on a casual shopping trip is a terrible idea. Not only could anyone be secretly working for the media and expose your secret relationship, but there’s often a switch that flips inside Yuri’s brain that makes each date risky. On the stage she’s an elegant, graceful performer who could do no wrong. With you, she develops a rebellious, often bratty persona. It’s such a night and day difference that she might as well be an entirely new person.

Ignoring her incessant protests, you keep a safe distance away from her, browsing through the aisles of television screens varying in size. Each one at a hefty price. So is the cost of having Jo Yuri as your girlfriend.

One of the panels shows the two of you walking by. Seeing this, Yuri takes a glance at you before hiding a devilish smirk.

“Oh, if only I had a boyfriend that would punish me for being such a bad girl,” she says sarcastically, sliding a digit between her groin. “I wonder where he might be right now, fuck…”

Focused on finding the suitable television, this goes by unnoticed for some time. Another aisle, another set of panels. One of them has a Playstation connected beneath a Sony model. Your old model’s been collecting dust for five years. You wonder if it’s time to get the newest one, even though you’ll likely put it down after only a month of usage.

Walk a little further down the lane and behold, Yuri’s rubbing one off! In front of a television no less. Not to mention the dozens of surveillance cameras overhead. Alarmed, you rush back to Aisle 22 and call her out. Thankfully there’s no one around but the two of you.

“Yuri! What the fuck are you doing?”

She turns to you with glazed eyes from self-induced pleasure. “Oh, you know exactly what I’m doing.”

Approach her and she takes a few steps back. Yuri has always been naughty, but this is the most defiant she’s ever been. She bites her lip, flashing a wicked smirk at your face. The character of idol Yuri is poles apart from that of her true self. It’s this illusion that helps her play the role of a nuisance proficiently.

“You better stop before we get caught!” You yell at her. It’s a command, not a request.

“Make me.” Her voice playfully teases you, hand deep inside her clit. A quick look and it’s dripping.

“Don’t do this to me,” you say, pitch rising with your anger. “I’m not in the mood to deal with your shit.”

“How sad. I missed the part where that’s my problem.”

That’s it. You’ve reached boiling point. Actually, you’re beyond that. Countless times Yuri has pushed you into her will, but you’ve resisted. Not today, however. Even saints eventually run out of patience.

With the anger of a thousand raging bulls you blitz toward her, reaching her within mere seconds. Her petite body in your grasp, you could easily tear her to shreds right now. But that’s what she would have wanted. If you allow your emotions to dictate your actions, you’ll enable her to win.

An exchange of looks between you both. Yours is completely intense, while hers is facetious. You’re a puppet tangled in her strings. It’s a lose-lose situation either way. Either you push through and bear her misdemeanor, or reprimand her and let her receive pleasure.

“Punish me, baby. I know you want to do it!” Her urges feel like the devil tempting you to sin. Your hands quiver while seizing her soft shoulders, hesitant on what to do next.

The closest form of venting she gets from you is a mild slap in the ass. Then you leave her alone. It’s not even a punishment, it’s a reward. Somehow a dash of self-restraint that’s still there is keeping you from succumbing to her wiles.

Maybe if she realizes that you’re genuinely agitated, she breaks character and quits her wicked ways. At least for now. Instead, Yuri sees a crack in your perfect facade and knows she can definitely break you down.

Returning to your perusing of televisions, you walk through Aisle 26. It contains some of the most expensive panels on sale. Other models have speakers attached to them. One of the screens has a movie playing. Yuri’s following you several meters behind. Her eyes glimmer with a plot to finally bend you.

Eyebrows furrow as you watch a lewd act play out on screen. Why would they have this airing during store hours boggles you. Suddenly you remember Yuri, so you turn around and find her unzipping her dress! Like the actress on television, she was wearing black. A portion of her breasts reveal themselves before you rush towards her, preventing it from falling off.

“Yuri!”

She giggles. Innocent, but maniacal. “What’s wrong?”

You raise your eyebrows as she poorly feigned her ignorance. Her wide, devilish smirk flashes again. Are you really going to do this? They say three strikes, but for you it only takes two.

She’s gotten away with long enough without any consequence.

Pin her against one of the shelves. Her petite body makes it easy to seize and move around. She doesn’t resist. In fact, she enjoys it.

“Punish me, daddy. Give your naughty girl a good pounding.” She says the words you want to do the most.

“You don’t get to have a say in this.” You hiss against her neck while your hand slips beneath her dress, sliding her wet panties down.

Those same fingers you use to rid of her moist fabric then slip between her slit, poking and rubbing her clit. She whines and she whimpers. Quickly the tempo builds up as you hit her pleasurable spot repeatedly.

“Ah, fuck you feel so much better than these fingers of mine! Yes Daddy!”

Her cries turn to muffles as your hand covers her mouth while the other is stroking her. As much as Yuri’s voice is beautiful and soothing, you’ve admittedly grown a little sick of it, especially when it’s taunting you’ve been hearing all the time. Chastening her is the only thing on your mind. The world around you is but a blur.

Yuri orgasms. Her wet juices spill over your digits and rain down on the floor. But you’ve kept her mouth shut. She doesn’t deserve to groan over her own climax. Not after all the bad behaviors she’s done.

Release your hand from her cavern and taste her slick. Delicious.

Pull away from her while dragging her with you. She ends up on her knees. Your pants and boxers promptly join her on the floor. Her eyes glint at the sight of your fully hard cock. She knows what’s gonna happen next, so she licks her lips, ready to partake of her meal.

“Fucking suck my cock, you naughty slut.” You hiss, pushing her mouth directly towards your shaft.

Her tongue doesn’t get to swirl around your dick freely. She has to know who’s in charge. Actions have consequences. Contrary to your command, you drill your cock in and out of her throat. She doesn’t get a second to lap your tip.

Tears rapidly flow from her eyes. A forceful hand grips her hair as you push her against your cock repeatedly. It hurts more than it pleasures, but that’s what she deserves. You don’t think she’s suffering; you imagine she’s enjoying every second getting used.

“Isn’t this what you wanted, slut? Answer me!”

Her answers are nothing but gags and stifled whines. Thought so.

Your cock slips out of her mouth with a loud pop. Her mouth is messy with her own drool, and so is your dick. She’s left speechless; a complete turnaround from the loudmouth she was mere minutes ago.

And you don’t allow her to regain her breath. Lift her off the ground. She wraps her legs around your waist then you slam her against the shelf again. A grunt and a sigh escapes your lips. She cries a loud moan, releasing her repressed feelings of pleasure that were forcefully bound earlier.

Only nasty thoughts are left in your head. If her plan was to corrupt you, then she’s succeeded. But that’s merely an afterthought. The only thing on your mind is your own pleasure, and to admonish her.

Praise would only enlarge Yuri’s ego toward you. So you remain silent—save for the occasional moan—and fuck her wildly. Her body glides up and down as you pound her at a random pace. Moans of varying sonority escape her breath. That’s all she can muster up after all the provoking she’s done.

“So fucking tight for a brat.” Your hot breath scorches her neck. “I bet no one’s fucked you or made you cum as hard as I can.”

Her frantic nodding confirms this. Yuri’s consumed entirely by pleasure to say or do anything. Skin slapping against skin echoes steadily noisier. It didn’t matter that she got what she wanted, or that you’re pounding her in a video store of all places. She needed to be reminded that she doesn’t get away with being mischievous.

The dress which she almost slipped off before is freely loose. Her breasts bounce with her petite body. Tempting as it is, you refuse to dive in. That’s saved for the bedroom when she’s all tied up and completely powerless. Suddenly your flesh thumping becomes more cacophonous than ever before. The speakers right beside you boom each erotic sound. Neither of you realize that you’re being projected on all the television screens in the video store.

As people’s whispers, gasps, and murmurs rumble over the scene playing out right in front of their eyes, you relentlessly plunge deeper inside her, chasing that high you desperately crave. Right as you nearly fly over the edge, she beats you to it again. Another Yuri orgasm. The screen is splashed with waves of her slick, spilling over the floor, speakers, and television. It doesn’t stop. Not for another minute.

“Right in my pussy, please daddy!” Yuri gathers enough strength to speak for the first time in a while.  “Fill this slut with your cum!” she cries, her words hastily rushed and delivered.

Remembering that she doesn’t get what she wants, you pull out at the last minute and set her on the floor. Stroking yourself with your hand rapidly, you climax. Streaks of thick semen fire right all over her face, her breasts, and her wrinkled dress. A deep groan leaves your lips as you launch more flecks until you’re drained.

To her disappointment, Yuri laps up your seed, wishing it were her pussy instead.

“Why daddy? Why?” She pouts as she picks her loose garments off while cleaning herself up.

Shake your head with authority. “You don’t deserve it, you naughty, bratty slut.”

Your answer causes her to look away from you in shame. Now she’s learned her lesson. Or not. This is the first and only time you’ll ever let her win, and even then, it’s a hollow victory to her.

Look around and notice the screens copying your every action. Then the realization hits.

“Oh shit, we gotta go.” You say as you finish dressing back up.

As the two of you walk past the cashier to head home, a commotion stirs up between a woman and a salesman. She’s pointing her glasses directly at the man who has no response. “In front of my babies you got porno shows up in here? What kind of freak ass store is this?”

The woman catches a glimpse of you both as you quietly walk by her. “Cover your eyes, baby,” she says to her eight year old son as she places her hand over his pair of eyes, covering them. “And you two motherfuckers need Jesus!”

———

(A/N: Happy birthday Jo Yuri! Her Glassy era is serving so many good looks, my goodness. She's almost becoming a top bias in IZ*ONE, which is crazy considering there's five members vying for that spot. Thank you for reading!)

[ragingbookdragon]

I Saw It Coming When You Threw The First Punch

Batmom x Batfamily One-Shot

Word Count: 1.7K Warnings: Explicit Language, Mentions of Violence

Author's Note: I honestly feel like I get my irritation from people out by writing stories where the characters punch people. I live vicariously through my characters. Enjoy! -Thorne

Getting the call that his wife had been taken into GCPD custody was not one that Bruce had ever expected to receive. Not in a million years. And yet, low and behold, Gordon had called sounding apologetic that she’d been detained after a physical altercation at the gala she’d hosted earlier that evening.

Which was absolutely baffling to him, because the only person more anal retentive about screwing up at a gala than Alfred, was his wife. So, something must’ve seriously set her off if she’d hauled off on somebody. And Gordon had made it quite clear that it was his wife that threw the first punch, though beyond that, he didn’t know what else had occurred because she’d invoked her rights to the company lawyer and to remain silent, simply staring at the wall while the other officers tried to get a story out of her—Bruce knew she wouldn’t crack. Other than him, his wife had a reserve that no man, alien, or god could break. He’d never say it, but he was envious of his wife’s willpower.

He arrived rather quickly with all four sons in tow, knowing that the sight of the entire family would probably help her chances of getting out and they waited patiently to be escorted to where she was being held.

When they arrived at the interrogation room, they saw her sitting there with crossed legs, hands placed palm down on the table. Her eyes were closed in what Bruce recognized as her deep meditative state; the one she used to fight off telepathic control from enemies—she was probably recounting what happened that night.

“What are the charges?” he asked Gordon and the older man sighed.

“Simple battery and public disturbance.”

Bruce hummed lowly in his throat and gazed at his wife. “How do you see this playing out for her?”

“If the woman she keelhauled doesn’t press charges, there’s possibility of probation with community service.”

He had to play naïve. “And if she does?”

Gordon met his gaze. “Then you’re looking at your wife going into lockup for a year.”

Bruce let out a sigh. “I’ll call our lawyer then.”

“I’ll give you and your wife some privacy,” he replied, hitting a button on the keypad beside the door, and the glass went dark while the glowing red button recording the room turned off.

“Thank you, Gordon,” he said, and the detective waved as he walked off, closing the door to the interrogation room behind him. Bruce looked at his sons. “Let’s go see what set your mom off tonight.”

***

The door to the room opened but she didn’t open her eyes, still under the cold water in her retreat.

“(Y/N),” someone murmured and though the voice was familiar, she didn’t come to yet.

“(Y/N),” they repeated a bit firmer. “Come back up.”

Ever so slowly, she allowed her mind to come back from the deep waters and she opened her eyes, smiling at her husband and sons.

“Good evening family.” Damian immediately sprinted to her and buried his face in her neck, and she laughed, running a hand through his short dark hair. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“You are in trouble,” he murmured and pulled away to look into her eyes. “We will do whatever you need, Umi.”

(Y/N) snorted. “Don’t worry about me baby. Knowing Little Miss Martha May, she’s not going to press charges over our spat.”

“I think simple battery is bit more than a spat, mom,” Dick worried, brows furrowing in concern. “What did you two even start fighting about?”

Her eyes darted to the glass then to Bruce and he said, “Gordon turned off the cameras.”

“Mom,” Tim started, and she looked at him; he held up his phone screen. “I just assured that you’re protected here.”

She nodded and let out a sigh. “I knew I should’ve just walked away but I couldn’t help it. She just set me off like a match to gunpowder.”

“What’d you guys even duke it out over,” Jason questioned, and she sighed again, recounting the night.

***

“You’ve thrown another wonderful party, Miss Wayne,” Lucius murmured, handing her a champagne glass.

She grinned widely, thanking him. “Thank you, Lucius, I try.”

“Clan couldn’t come tonight?”

“You’ve always been perceptive about us, haven’t you?”

“To use your words, I try,” he laughed, and she nodded.

“Patrol started early tonight,” she said inconspicuously, eyes shifting around to glance at who was walking near them. “Besides, most of them only come to these to appease the crowd.”

“Ah, yes, I forgot that you’re the only one who actually enjoys these.”

“Only when Bruce and the kids are here,” she corrected. “It’s easier to bullshit when they’re here to pick up the slack.”

He barked a laugh and she chuckled in return when someone walked up to them. She turned and immediately grimaced at the old classmate of hers.

“(Y/N), such a beautiful party you’ve thrown tonight,” the woman greeted, though it was laced with cheerful fakeness.

She plastered a smile on her face. “Good evening, Marianne. I didn’t expect to see you tonight.”

“Oh, you know me, I’m always up for a party.” Her eyes drifted around. “Where is your husband? I wanted to thank him for the gift basket he sent after my operation.” Marianne gave her a sarcastic smile. “Isn’t it rather off for a host to avoid his own party?”

Note to self, yell at Bruce for sending her a gift.

“He had to work late tonight. So did the boys.” (Y/N) matched her smile. “I’m sure they’d be delighted to know that you thought of them though.”

Something shifted in Marianne’s eyes. “Oh yes, the children you have.” She leaned in close and murmured, “You know I’ve been hearing some rather negative rumors about yours and Bruce’s decision to adopt orphans rather than have some of your own.”

(Y/N) blinked, not sure if she should be shocked or unimpressed. “Really? Care to enlighten me?”

Marianne waved a hand. “The major one is that you simply took pity on the strays because you were barren.” She felt like she’d been slapped across the face and her jaw dropped as she gaped at the woman.

Apparently, that was all the ammunition that Marianne needed because she offered a sympathetic smile an placed a hand on (Y/N)’s arm. “Oh, you poor dear.” She patted her arm again. “You should’ve come to me instead of adopting orphans. I would’ve been happy to be a surrogate for you.”

(Y/N) shrugged the hand off her arm and reached up, pulling the silver teardrop earrings from her ears. “Yeah, those orphans aren’t mine, not biologically.”

She pulled off her diamond wedding rings and handed them and the earrings over to Lucius who took them and stepped back.

“But you know what they are?” she glowered at Marianne and seethed, “They’re my sons.”

The next thing anyone knew, the two women were rolling on the floor, their hostess throwing punches that seemed to make everyone wince when they connected to the woman’s face.

***

“And all I remember was being escorted down here,” she finalized, eyes drifting to Bruce’s.

He simply stared at her for a moment before he let out a heavy sigh and put his face in his hands. “I’m proud that you defended our family, but at the same time, I’m disappointed that you let Marianne set you off.”

(Y/N) crossed her arms over her chest. “Oh, so you’re taking her side?”

“That’s not what I mean, and you know it,” Bruce shot back. “If she decides to press charges, you’re going to be in lockup for a year.”

“She’s not.”

“You don’t know that, (Y/N).”

“No, I do,” she blinked and leaned forward. “If Marianne doesn’t want me to ruin her image with shit she did when she was a teenager, she’ll keep her mouth shut and take the blame for this.”

“What’d she do, Ma?” Jason questioned curiously and she turned her attention to him.

“Enough that’ll disgrace her image amongst every elite this side of the globe if she tries me anymore.”

Before anyone could say anything, the door opened and they turned, seeing Gordon walking in. “Good evening, Miss Wayne,” he greeted, and she smiled.

“Good evening, Jim. How’s your night so far?”

He chuckled. “Not too bad. I got to detain my favorite socialite and listen to all my officers speculate what she did.”

(Y/N) lifted her hands palm up beside her shoulders. “I live to please, Jim, you know that.”

“I do.” He walked over and handed her a few papers. “When asked if she wanted to press charges, Marianne Walters declined. She instead gave a rather detailed statement that she instigated the fight and threw the first punch.” He stared at the busted lip she had. “Does that match what happened?”

She quickly looked over the papers and nodded. “Yes, that’s true.”

Gordon sighed. “Do you wish to press charges?”

(Y/N) shook her head. “No,” she smiled. “There’s no reason to make a fuss about this.”

“…Miss Wayne, you and Miss Walters are all over the news.”

She shrugged. “And people have very short memories. They’ll forget about this.” She handed back the papers. “Send this to my lawyer and she’ll handle it with the prosecutors.”

“You think they won’t press charges despite Walters?” Gordon asked and she nodded.

“Oh, they won’t,” she said then looked at the clock. “Am I free to leave? It’s been a long night.”

Gordon let out a heavy sigh and nodded. “Yes Miss Wayne, you’re free to leave now.”

(Y/N) rose. “Wonderful.” She looked at her sons. “Boys, let’s go.”

They followed her and Bruce stood from the table, standing beside Gordon. “Thank you, Jim.”

Gordon grunted. “I know (Y/N) threw the first punch.”

“You do?”

“Of course, I do.” He huffed. “And I don’t blame her either.” He watched (Y/N) laugh at something Dick said while the others groaned around him. “You’ve got a good woman, Bruce. Good wife. Even better mother.”

Bruce looked at his wife and let an easy smile cross his lips as she pulled them all into hugs. “Yeah…yeah, I do, don’t I.”

[hoetolegist]

Okay so… I have a twilight- JASPER HALE, request where it’s like, the reader (any gender- idc) and their Indian and their super insecure about their culture, looks, and skin color and their insecurities only get larger when JESSICA STANLEY insults them about being Indian and so they distances themself from Jasper and all the Cullens who love y/n more than Bella. And then Jasper, being heartbroken turns into the major and demands why they’ve been ignoring him and they’ll like, burst into tears and explained what happens and he’ll be so mad and feel bad for yelling at them it’s all cute and fluffy at the end cause he tells them HE LOVES them AND INDIA and it ends in rough, loving smut But it doesn’t have to be Jasper it can be Stefan Salvatore or Steve rogers or blah blah blah but i’d prefer one of those three especially the vampires

Title: You're beautiful to me

Summary: an Indian teenage girl moves to a small town where she's seen as different. Can she get through it with her best friend by her side

The smut is so anticlimactic I rushed the ending 😭 I'm sorry

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"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder" is what they always say. "Stop saying stuff like that, you're pretty" they repeat every time you feel off about yourself but none of that helps. None of that stops you from knowing that you just aren't that attractive and that guys wouldn't even look at you twice. You honestly wouldn't even consider yourself average, you have a big nose, thick eyebrows, big puffy lips, shabby hair and dark skin that irritates you to no end

Everyone around you has milky white skin that dazzled in the sunlight but you and your family are so dark. Your family moved to Forks, Washington a few years ago because your mom wanted to see things outside of India, she wanted to explore and make her pottery business worldwide. When you first moved here you immediately noticed how different it was. It was very dull, always raining and surrounded by rainforest

You eventually got used to it and the humidity stopped bothering you the way it did at first. Your first day of school was hectic, you saw and felt people staring at you all day. They were whispering and pointing and you didn't know wether it was because they liked you or because they disliked you. Now you've also gotten used to the stares which still often happen but now they probably stare more because of who your best friend is

"Hey! Are you ready to go?" You heard a deep voice shout from the other side of your door. You looked around, making sure that you had your backpack and your keys. You opened your door to a tall, gorgeous man smiling down at you, leaning up against the door frame. "Yes I'm ready Jas, we have to stop somewhere for breakfast though" you replied to him

Jasper Hale was your first friend here in this small town. When you first saw him you thought he was so beautiful and to this day he still has such inhuman beauty. There was just no way he could be real! He has this pale marble-like skin, wavey honey blonde hair that fell just a few inches above his collarbone and the prettiest golden brown eyes that glisten in the sun

Maybe you kind of had a tiny crush on him but you'd never even think about acting on it

-

Chemistry class is so boring and you have no friends in here. You looked toward the door and saw Jasper walk past, oh good he's out. Your hand quickly shot up "may I go to the restroom?" the teacher stopped talking and pushed her glasses up "yes go ahead. Take the pass and if you're gone for more than-" you were already out of the room before she could finish

You practically skipped down the hallway with the biggest smile on your face but your smile slowly faded as you turned the corner and spotted him walking hand in hand with the one person you hated most, Jessica Stanley. She's such a bitch! She always has something to say about you. She cracks non stop jokes about your hair, your clothes, your skin, everything. It's annoying

Before you could turn around and sneak back to class you saw her glance back then stop walking. "Oh if it isn't y/n" she said as she dramatically turned around, her hand still in Jaspers. You rolled your eyes and turned around to start walking back. "Don't even start Jessica" you said trying to stay confident. She can be intimidating sometimes, you just never know with her

"What kind of eye sore are you wearing today?" she shouted after you, you stopped walking and turned around. You kind of liked your outfit today - you wore a white lehenga, decorated with gold polka dots and a white and gold choli, a dupatta draped around your shoulder. You were always insecure about wearing your traditional Indian clothes and the main reason is because of Jessica but your mom never allows you to wear anything else

She looked you up and down and laughed "I can't believe you walked out of the house with that ugly skirt on and do you need a jacket? No one wants to see your mid drift it's ugly". You looked at Jasper but he just stood there, like he wanted to say something but couldn't. You scoffed and bit your lips to stop your tears from falling. You ran to the bathroom, the jingle of your many bracelets echoing off of the walls

-

Jessica's laugh rang in your ears, why does she have to be so mean? She has been ruining everything for you since you first got here

You started to think about that time you celebrated your 16th birthday at school with friends and classmates since your parents had no time for it. "Happy birthday to you!" This was the most attention you've ever gotten at this school, you smiled at everyone and blew the candles out as they cheered. "Thank you everyone I-" your thanks was cut off as a monotone voice spoke out "ew are we really going to eat that?" Of course it was Jessica Stanley, she never lets up on you

You sighed "it's red velvet cake Jessica, not poison"

Her face scrunched up in disgust "but it's homemade right?" You nodded slowly, not knowing what she's getting at

"We don't know what you people do to your foods" she eyed the cake like it was the most disgusting thing she's ever seen "I won't be touching it" she grabbed her bag and walked out of the classroom, a few people following close behind her

You shook you head to stop yourself from thinking about such moments and lifted a hand to wipe your cheek as a tear rolled down. You feel so much more ugly than you ever have in your whole life

Suddenly the bathroom door swung open and in front of you stood Jessica. "y/n I wanted to say sorry" you stood there in silence knowing that she had more to say

"I'm sorry that Jasper just doesn't like girls like you, he likes girls like me or Bella. You will never be more than a friend. Got it?" You had no more fight left in you, not like you had any to begin with, so you just nodded. She smiled and looked you up and down again hate etched into her features "oh and do us all a favor and stop wearing those horrendous sheets that you call clothes". She soon walked out of the bathroom, you couldn't hold your tears back this time

-

A few days passed by and you stayed away from Jasper and the Cullens completely. You started wearing baggy jeans and oversized sweaters, your mom begged and pleaded for you to not give up on your culture but she didn't understand what you were going through

You sat in the back of chemistry class, giving Jessica the satisfaction of changing you completely. You saw a figure standing at the door from the corner of your eye, looking up you saw Jasper waving you out but you quickly looked away. He's the last person you want to see and talk to

When you were walking to your car, you noticed someone leaning on the front of it. You recognized the silhouette, soon realizing that it was Jasper's brother Emmet. "fuck" you whispered to yourself as you closed the distance between you and your car

He smiled at you and laughed "you know I heard that right?"

You chuckled dryly, just standing there with your arms crossed "yeah your super hearing is so cool" you said sarcastically "can you move please?"

Emmet just stood there looking at you, studying your facial expressions and your body language. He knew something was up. "I've never saw you in jeans before y/n" he sighed. You looked at him dumbfounded, why does he care? It's none of his business what you wear

"I can wear what I want Emmet" you sneered "I saw the way you guys looked at my other clothes anyway, someone just let me know what all of you were too afraid to tell me" he looked shocked "so move" but he moved fairly quickly

You were getting angrier with every word that came out of you mouth. You didn't want to look at his face anymore. You jumped into your car, starting it as quick as you can and driving off

Emmet was one of the siblings that you were close to, alongside Rosalie. They were the ones you could talk to when you just couldn't talk to Jasper. You don't know why you had treated him like that and you wished you could take it back but what's done is done

Maybe this'll keep them away from you

-

Knock knock knock

Three soft bangs woke you up quickly. Was someone knocking on your window? You sat up in your bed and rubbed your eyes, the clock showed 2 am

Knock knock knock

You heard the knocking again, it sounded more frantic. What if it's a kidnapper? Or a robber? What if-

"I'm not a kidnapper y/n open the window" you knew that voice! It was Jasper, what was he doing here so late? You suddenly sprung into action thinking he might be hurt or someone got hurt. "What happened?" You questioned as he jumped inside "did someone get hurt?"

He looked like he had been crying for a couple of hours. He doesn't have that glow in his eyes that he usually has. "Talk to me, tell me what I did wrong please" he whispered in the hush of the night. You stood there confused

What were you supposed to say? You've never seen him cry before, he's never this vulnerable. "Come on Jas you have to go" you tried hard to make sure your voice doesn't waver "uh you probably just need some sleep okay?" You were trying to walk him back to the window

Jaspers sadness quickly turned to anger. He was upset with how you were treating him, he's heartbroken and now you're trying to just shove him back out the window? "I don't just need sleep y/n!" he shouted in your face "I need you to tell me why you've been ignoring me. What did I do to hurt you so bad that you would rather shut me out of your life completely!"

Your eyes watered, you were never able to take people yelling at you too well and you take Jasper yelling at you one hundred times worse. "Fucking say something y/n!" he continued. He saw the tear drop from your eye and he immediately softened

Jasper grabbed you, hugging you tight as you cried into his shoulder "I'm sorry" you eventually said. You started telling him everything that was happening "it's been going on for years so you would think I'd be use to it by now". He rubbed circles into your back as you spoke, telling him about how you felt in the hallway "...and you looked at me, you looked at me and said nothing while she said the most disgusting things about me"

He looked displeased with himself, like he could just kick himself right then and there.

"The bathroom...she said a lot of things" you told him everything that was said to you and he looked livid. His eyes went black and you knew exactly what was happening

"Hey, she's not worth it" he faced the window, trying not to show his fangs. When you first found out about him he was hesitant about being around but soon he became comfortable with you. Sometimes his lack of control over his emotions is what keeps him from fully showing his true self around you

Your voice calmed him down "it's not worth it Jas" you repeated. His breathing eventually evened out

The silence was deafening, you just wanted him to say something

"I love you" is all he said

You nodded "I love you too Jasper" you wrapped your arms around his waist from behind him, resting your cheek on his back "I'm sorry for not being the best best friend like I promised I would"

You could feel him inhale before you felt yourself being disconnected from him. Next thing you know it you're face to face with him, his arms wrapped around your waist this time "no y/n, I love you. I love you so much it hurts" you gasped and tried to step back but he just held your waist tighter

"I'm not the type of girl you want Jasper. I don't fit in with you or anyone else. I think it's best we stay friends" you softly spoke out, your voice shook despite your efforts to keep it from doing that. You managed to get out of his hold to go sit on your bed. "Please leave" you finished firmly

Silence washed over you. You felt your bed dip as Jasper sat next to you but neither of you said a word

Eventually he spoke up "I think you're beautiful". You looked at him with your mouth opened in what could possibly be shock or disbelief? You don't know it's a mix of emotions right now. Your eyes stared into his, trying to find a lie within them. No one has genuinely called you beautiful like this. "I love the clothes you wore, they were so colorful. They were what made me fall in love with you. The real you"

You stood up after he said that. Fall in love with? In love with? Oh my fuck. "Uhm" you were panicking now. What if he was just lying to you? Him and Jessica will probably laugh at you about this tomorrow. But now that you think about it Jasper has never laughed at you, even when he was stuck in the hallway situation with you he didn't even pretend to be amused

You slowly sat back down at the realization that he's being real with you right now. Jasper slowly brought his hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb slowly caressing it. "I love everything about you and where you're from. Did you know that I ordered a cookbook from India so I could learn how to prepare all of your favorite meals?" he smiled a small smile "that was going to be our first date"

He was going to do all of that for you? Really? You chuckled softly, flashing him a small smile "I had no idea" now you felt even worse for treating him the way you did. "I'm sorry Jasper. I didn't mean to push you away I just thought it would be better for you if I wasn't in your life anymore. I've had a crush on you for years and I always thought you wanted someone like Bella because she's like one hundred times prettier than me" you were talking too much, something you did when you were nervous

"No one is prettier than you. Not in my eyes" There was a moment when you just sat there looking at each other. Jasper shamelessly stared at your lips for a few minutes before looking back up at your eyes. You don't know who leaned in first but one second you were having a tension filled staring contest and the next second Jasper's soft lips were smushed up against yours. The kiss was hot and desperate and neither one one of you had came up for air yet

Jasper was the first to pull away "you don't know how long I've waited to do this" he breathed. You took that time to just look at him, admire his beauty but that didn't last long as his lips were back on yours in no time

He layed you down and began kissing your neck sucking a hickey under your ear which which you now know is a sensitive spot "Oh" you moaned. This is a new feeling for you

He kissed all the way down lifting your shirt up to kiss your stomach. When his lips touched your skin it felt amazing but you still panicked "wait wait stop" you cried out. Jasper stopped immediately upon hearing your voice, he looked up at you with concern. "It's just uh" you didn't know how to say this, you didn't want him too laugh at you

"I've never done this before" he just looked at you confused "I'm a virgin Jas" you finally said

His eyes grew wide for a split second before returning to normal size. "Oh I- uhm do you not want to do this?" He stood up awkwardly, scrambling to fix himself just in case you were going to kick him out. You grabbed his arm and pulled him back down "I know I want to do it and you're the one o want to do it with, I'm just scared that I'm not going to be what you are expecting"

Upon that confession he grabbed both of your hands and kissed them gently. "you're everything I've ever wanted y/n. We'll go slow and I'll be gentle if you want". You shook your head "okay, I trust you"

You began kissing again, this time slowly. You laid back and he smoothly started to kiss your jaw and down your neck. "Ah" you whined when he nipped a sensitive spot on your neck. He looked you in your eye as he kissed down, lifting your shirt up to place searing hot kisses on your chest. You sat up to take your top completely off, he practically drooled at the sight

You had no bra on "fuck your boobs are so pretty baby" you blushed at his words not knowing if you should say thank you or not. You moaned loudly as he wrapped his lips around one of your hardened nipples. His hand slowly crept down to tease the waistband of your shorts. He looked up at you for approval

Almost hesitant you shook your head yes. You shivered when his fingers slid between your soaked folds. You clawed at his shirt

"Off" you desperately pleaded, wanting to feel his skin against yours

His chest on yours felt nice, both of you were warm, this was nice for you. It was with someone you truly loved

-

"I want to be inside of you so bad" Jasper rubbed his cock between your wet folds

Once you guys were fully naked you were wondering if you should be having second thoughts about this but you don't. He had to talk to you about covering yourself up though "you're perfect, don't hide it" he had whispered against your lips

Your breathing was heavy as you waited for him to put the condom on. So far you had cum twice and you never knew how amazing that feeling was until now

Jasper rubbed your thighs gently sweat g to relax you "I'll talk you through it" he promised

You nodded and tried to lay as relaxed as possible. Okay it won't hurt too bad

Oh how wrong you were

The first few inches were hell, he whispered softly in your ear "you got this" and "just a little more, you can take it"

You looked at his face once he was fully in, he was sweating and breathing heavy. "y-you can move now"

Jasper tightened his grip on your waist and slowly pulled out then slammed back into you "fuck you're so tight" he moaned

You scratched his back as he thrusted harshly into you. Both of you had agreed on going slow but the pleasure mixed with a tinge of pain felt too good

"faster please" you panted, you were dripping with sweat. You didn't have to tell you twice he picked up the pace, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the once silent room

You felt dizzy with pleasure a bubble if heat was forming in the pit of your stomach. You knew that feeling all too well now

Jasper was now leaning over you, hands on wither side of your head, face in your neck. You held his hair out of your face as you both chased your highs. "Come for me baby" he whispered in your ear. His deep raspy voice was enough to pop that bubble instantly and you cried out as you came on his cock, your pussy squeezing him tight

"fuck fuck fuck" he squeezed his eyes shut as he continued to thrust in and out of you. You caressed his back and whispered sweet nothings in his ear. "I'm gonna cum, mm" he grunted before he stilled completely, filling you up

He collapsed on top of you, still holding himself up a little as to not crush you. You both were a mess of sweat and cum

He rolled off of you and layed next to you "I love you" he smiled at you softly

"I love you more" you threw your arm around his waist and cuddled up to him

Never in a million years would you have thought that this would be your life

[thelampisaflashlight]

How the ghouls react when they’re angry/upset about something and how they deal with it, because why not? Below the cut.

Aether: It takes a lot to really, really get under his skin, but when it happens, it’s not a pretty sight to behold. He doesn’t yell per say, but the tone of his voice shifts in a way that would probably make most other ghouls shrink back and tuck their tails between their legs. 

If he’s well and truly pissed off, he’s not going to get into the other’s face or fight them unless they instigate it first. He’s more likely to walk off to cool his head for a bit, maybe even have a cry about it if he’s really frustrated, and then come back when he’s calmer. 

It’s definitely a learned way of dealing with his anger, and not something that he did before arriving on the surface, but now he knows a bit better how to handle his emotions and not let himself get too worked up without an outlet for it.

Dewdrop: He’s very quick to anger, but as fast as it comes, so it goes. When he’s actually upset about something, it’s probably because he’s really hurt by what happened, so he’s more likely to slink off and hide until he feels better or the other person apologizes. 

He’s the type who snaps and yells first, but it’s the result of not feeling like he’s being heard or an inability to articulate his thoughts/feelings properly in the heat of the moment. 

When he’s really, really trying to say something without getting worked up about it again, he simplifies the way he’s speaking and is a bit more inclined to using gestures or body language to convey how he’s feeling. Keeping his sentences short helps him breathe and calm down.

Multi/Swiss: He gets quiet when he’s mad, and he probably won’t say anything for a while, but he doesn’t have to talk, because his body speaks for him. He tenses up, he taps his foot, bounces his leg if he’s sitting down, and clenches his jaw so hard that anyone might think he’s going to crack a tooth.

Sometimes, if he’s really steamed about something, he’ll say, “fuck it” and go for a run or see if anyone wants to fight him so he can tire himself out, but, much like Aether, he might need to have a little cry about the situation to actually feel better.

Once he’s cooled off, he’ll probably lead with an apology before getting into the reason he was upset.

Rain: His anger is scary, because he’s really such a sweet and easygoing ghoul, but when he’s mad? Whoo boy. It’s bad. It’s very, very bad, but it’s usually justified. 

Like Aether and Swiss, he’s going to cry, but the difference is that he’ll cry during the argument as opposed to after the fact, and that’s usually all it takes for the other person to start apologizing. 

And if they don’t? Well, they’ve got at least seven people prepared to leap on them at any given moment and make them regret it.

Mountain: Have you ever made eye contact with someone and immediately felt your blood run cold, and you’re not even the one they’re looking at? Yeah. The whole “gentle giant” vibe goes out the window when he’s mad.

He doesn’t yell that often, but when he does it’s usually because he’s worried more than anything else. Like if one of his buddies gets hurt doing something stupid, and he knows they’re going to be fine, he will shout and fret over them and just go through every emotion at once.

If he’s upset because of the latter reason, he’s probably going to make a point of being nearby so he can watch over his friend, but he’s going to pout the whole time.

Cumulus: The queen of the “I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed.” response. Really, she’s not mad. No, really, it’s fine. Everything is okay-Okay it’s not. 

Like Mountain, she’s usually only going to get really worked up if someone gets hurt, because while she is aware that ghouls are very durable, knowing that doesn’t exactly make her feel better. If anything, knowing how much it takes for them to get hurt makes it worse.

Will scold the other person thoroughly and then give them a hug to make up.

Cirrus: No one has seen her properly pissed off before, and that in and of itself is scary. 

None of the other ghouls are really sure how that would go down, and no one is willing to find out. Not even Dew and his infinite curiosity wants to find out what would happen.

In reality, she’s just better at navigating conflicts than some of the other ghouls, so she gets into less obvious altercations and arguments.

Sunshine: The smile goes away and she gets serious real fast, because, no, we’re not doing this today. She’s not going to let anyone leave until whatever argument or misunderstanding is cleared up, because they’re adults dammit. 

However, if all else fails?

She’s going to bite them.

[whattheheckmidoriya]

Quiet Chapter 4: Migraines

Description: Your first class with 1-A didn’t go as planned and the work never seems to end.

Pairing: Aizawa Shota x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of a migraine and painkillers (please let me know if there are more!)

Word Count: 3,453

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Your senses came alive as streams of chatter seeped into your ears, causing your eyes to snap up to the entrance to Ground Beta.

A wave of anticipation crashed over you as, one by one, class 1-A came running into the training grounds donning their new costumes. You smiled at their excitement, a sense of pride coming over you as you caught the glimmer of confidence that sparkled in their eyes. All Might looked down at you, his ever-present smile, making the corners of your lips turn slightly. "Today is a big day, Beholder! Ready to show these kids what it takes to be a pro?"

You huffed a breath of laughter at his enthusiasm. Watching the kids running towards you in their costumes, you couldn't help but smile widely in response.

"Yeah," you breathed. "Don't go scaring them off, though, okay? We have to make sure we still have a class to teach after this." All Might raised his hands in feigned surrender as you playfully elbowed him in the ribs.

"Ah, but fear is part of the job- don't you think, old friend? It's during these fearsome moments that the true nature of a hero shines through!" His voice rang out in your ears as your eyes went over the young faces of class 1-A. So much excitement. So much determination. So much power. So much anxiety.

He's right.

What is it to be a hero if not putting the lives of others over your fears?

These kids are so young; so green. Whatever adrenaline they have burning in their veins right now is nothing compared to what they'll face in the real world.

All you can do is be there for them. Help them on this dangerous path until they meet the day they won't have to look back for your help anymore. You'll make sure they become the best heroes this damn world has ever seen.

A sigh flew past your lips as you picked up your shoulders, quirking an eyebrow at the Symbol of Peace. He smiled at the look of determination that flashed behind your glasses.

"Let's give them a little scare, then."

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"Call them off, All Might!" Bolting through the hallways inside of the training building, your ears rang with the distant sounds of yells and explosions. You could hear the walls cracking under the pressure of the powers unleashed by your students.

They're going to kill themselves.

No answer from All Might through your earpiece. You cursed wildly as your feet pounded over the floors, your nose burning as it caught onto the smell of burnt sugar.

Nitroglycerin.

Shit.

"All Might!" Your voice echoed through the hallway, your boots skidding over the floors as you pushed yourself into a sharp turn, racing closer to the explosions that shook the building. "What are you waiting for?!"

Another explosion rocked the building, making you stumble before sending your body crashing onto the cracked floors.

You could hear them more clearly now.

The hatred. The anger. The resentment. The determination. The hope. The overcoming.

"Are you ignoring me again? I'll get your attention,"

A chill shot through your spine as you scattered back to your feet, taking another turn as you followed the sound of his voice with something akin to fear burning your veins.

Bakugo.

People aren't born equal in this world. Quirks are a testament to that-- no two are exactly alike and not all are lucky enough to have one. But a quirk by itself is nothing, it's the person behind the quirk who gives it power-- who molds it into something more than a simple ability.

A quirk is only as dangerous as its wielder.

"Bakugo," All Might's voice boomed through every speaker in the building, only soothing your nerves just a fraction as you continued racing down towards your students. "Use that stored-up power again and I'll stop this fight. Your team will lose."

A part of you scoffed inwardly. This wasn't about the training exercise anymore in Bakugo's eyes; you knew this. The brash words that spilled from his mouth were enough to tell you that much. This was different. This was personal.

Finally rounding a corner, you were met with the sight of the two boys in the middle of a half-destroyed room, your senses quickly assessing the situation. The room had fallen victim to Bakugo's blasts, light streaming in from the gaping hole in the wall just behind Midoriya, rubble scattered over the floor. Smoke and dust swirled in the air, stinging your lungs as you gasped at the sight before you.

Bakugo glared at the ceiling with a scowl etched onto his face. "Huh?!"

All Might's voice once again filled the air. "To employ such a strong attack indoors is inviting the destruction of the stronghold you should be protecting. That's a poor strategy to apply whether you're a hero or a villain. The penalty would be a massive loss of points."

Bakugo's muscles twitched as the hero's words sank in, the fire in his eyes burning with more intensity now than before. A growl pushed past his gritted teeth, quickly followed by a yell of rage.

"All Might," your voice bit into the earpiece, your anger and frustration mixed with concern falling into your friend's apparent deaf ears. "Call them off."

You could step in-- you should step in-- but this is All Might's lesson for the class, you can't disregard his authority over this initial training session. To act without his greenlight would be against everything you agreed upon when accepting this job. You'd be disrespecting your friend's judgment if you stepped in.

Your jaw ticked as you watched from behind them. You better know what you're doing, All Might.

"The pillar by the window-- get there now!" Midoriya quickly commanded through his earpiece as Bakugo's hands crackled with bright sparks.

Before anyone could react, the blond shot himself forward with an explosion, the heat of it warming your skin as you turned your eyes away from the sudden flash of light. Blinking back into the scene, your legs shook with adrenaline as a yell ripped through Bakugo's throat as he went on the offensive.

The fight escalated at concerning rates as the seconds ticked by, a pit of dread settling at the bottom of your stomach as you watched it all unravel before your eyes. Bakugo's words are as explosive as his quirk, only confirming your initial conclusion: this was personal to him.

Which is what worried you the most.

Midoriya crawled away from Bakugo, getting himself backed into the wall as to put some distance between him and his opponent.

"All Might, please--"

"I must let it continue, Beholder," All Might's voice seeped into your ears, weight by the same concern that tightened itself around your chest. "For his sake, I have to let them go on."

You bit your tongue, clenching your jaw in an attempt to hold back the angered words that burned in your throat. What is this strain between Midoriya and Bakugo? The ferocity of it is unlike anything you've witnessed before. An enormous part of you wished to call the battle off yourself and save the kids from whatever could happen next. But you had to trust All Might. You had to trust that he had a reason behind allowing for this to continue unraveling.

"Come at me!"

And then you felt it.

The tight pull of air. The quick surge of power that hung over your heads. The push of a force invisible to you.

The hairs on your arms stood, eyes widening as your feet shot forward. Your senses tingled at the stimuli that surrounded the air around you.

"Midoriya, wait—!" Your words were cut off as the boy swung a fist towards his opponent, redirecting the hit at the very last second as he brought his arm up to the ceiling.

The building trembled as the blast broke through the ceiling, nearly collapsing the entire level with a single shot of pressurized air. Shards of glass rained over your bodies as rubble crumbled to the floors around you. You winced at the ringing in your ears, the shift in air pressure shooting a bolt of pain through your skull.

Gaping at the scene before you, you only had enough time to shoot yourself forward and slide down to your knees in time to catch Midoriya before his limp body crumpled to the ground. A ragged breath pushed past your lips as you cradled his head protectively, eyes softening at the sight of the boy's broken and bruised arm.

All Might's voice boomed through the remainder of the building, announcing the end of the first battle. A victory for the heroes.

The air was thick, full of unspoken tension that hung over your heads like a knife ready to drop. Your eyes settled on Midoriya, clicking your tongue at the sight of the pained furrow of his brow. Then your eyes traveled up to Bakugo, your heart dropping heavily at the fire in his crimson eyes.

His muscles twitched, his hands shaking as his lungs struggled to release the breath that had lodged itself in his throat. Flashes of fear and hatred burned in his gaze, his jaw ticking as if he were stuck in his mind.

"Bakugo, are you okay? Are you hurt?" His hands clenched into fists by his sides, his arms shaking with something similar to anxiety. "Hey, kid, are you—?" Your voice dropped in concern as the boy stiffly looked down at his fallen opponent. Hot flashes of fury burned in his eyes along with something you couldn't quite put your finger on.

It wasn't long until the assistant droids took Midoriya from you and escorted him to Recovery Girl's office, All Might now joining you and Bakugo in the middle of the war zone.

With ringing ears, your senses tingled as they surveyed what survived of your surroundings. The room wreaked of nitroglycerin and ash, smoke swirling thickly through the air as it rose from the rubble that littered the once pristine floors. Scorch marks painted the walls around you, a masterpiece of chaos and danger. The gaping hole in the wall allowed for sunlight to spill into the room, bathing it in a delicate glow that contrasted heavily with the brokenness of your surroundings.

Your jaw ticked, brows furrowing as you pushed yourself off of the ground tiredly.

You paid no mind to the words All Might tried to encourage Bakugo with. Instead, as the boy fell silent with the lowering of his head, you came to understand something.

The kid didn't need praise or encouragement— at least not now. He knew he was capable of anything he set his mind to. He needed a reality check. A lesson on how to pick and choose his battles.

A breath pushed past your lips, your shoulders dropping in exhaustion as you pinched the bridge of your nose. Bakugo turned to leave without a word, leaving you in the company of your friend.  "That kid," You slid your glasses further up your nose. "I'm worried about him."

*

A killer migraine was pounding at your skull by the end of the school day, and all you wished for was some quiet.

Midoriya was by your side, walking back to 1-A's classroom with a tired look in his eyes. You had gone to the infirmary to check up on the boy, a smile of relief settling on your lips at the sight of the boy sitting by the edge of his bed as Recovery Girl finished bandaging his arm. The boy accepted quite excitedly when you offered to escort him back to his classroom. Hopefully, his friends would be able to brighten his spirits.

"You're still a newbie with your quirk," your voice was low, soft, and meant for his ears only. "Aren't you, Midoriya?"

He choked on a breath, his eyes wide with panic. "I-I, uh, my body still doesn't know how to react to the power! It's—" Clamping his mouth shut, he looked at you with worry as you settled a comforting hand over his shoulder.

"Don't worry, kid," you chuckled. "I know of your little secret." Squeezing his shoulder reassuringly, you offered a smile. "And it's safe with me, okay?"

Relief washed over his features, a smile of his own adorning his face.

God, after what you saw today, it's hard to remember they're just kids.

"Thank you," Midoriya looked up at you with admiration and respect twinkling in his eyes. "I promise I'll do everything I can to control this power! I'll become a hero you and All Might can be proud of!"

A breath of amusement pulled from your lungs, your smile widening. You took the liberty of ruffling the boy's green hair, getting a soft laugh out of him.

"You're still green, Midoriya, still new to your power and what comes with it," you sighed, though you couldn't deny the sense of pride that grew near your heart. "But you've got a brilliant mind and a big heart on you. I have no doubt that you'll become a fine hero with time."

At that, the boy smiled. Determination flashed in his eyes; yours, with hope.

It didn't take long for you both to reach the door to 1-A's classroom, where Midoriya deeply thanked you for your company. Once the door closed behind him, you sighed, wincing as your migraine came to the front of your skull at full force. Against your better judgment, you concentrated on the ever-present buzzing of your senses, increasing the pounding on your head as you allowed yourself to listen.

School chatter and gossip.

Rhythmic footsteps falling over tiled floors.

Soft humming from the air conditioning systems.

Your senses mapped out every inch of the building. They buzzed at any sign of activity they could reach out to. You gritted your teeth in concentration.

At last, your shoulders sagged in exhaustion as you found what you were looking for. A tired smile reached your lips.

The teachers' lounge was empty.

*

A shot of pressure pounded behind your skull as you collapsed on the couch on the teachers' lounge. Squeezing your eyes shut, you ripped off your sunglasses, your fingers massaging your temples in an attempt to alleviate the incoming migraine your head was nursing.

Kids are exhausting.

Thankfully, All Might had decided to take care of the paperwork for the day, giving you the heaven-sent opportunity to release the tension that hung from your muscles.

The soft twist of the door nob caught your attention, but not enough for you to crack your eyes open. Quiet footsteps soon followed along with the other side of the couch dipping slightly under someone else's weight.

"I take it you had a rough day?"

A smile reached the corners of your lips as you huffed a breath, your brows quickly pulling together at the shot of pain that ran through your skull.

"Just taught my first class, and two students almost killed each other," you grunted. "So I'd say rough is a bit of an understatement."

Tiredly opening your eyes, your gaze traveled to meet that of the erasure hero. You smiled.

"I see you're still wearing my scrunchie." A low chuckle shook your chest with delight as his sore eyes widened a fraction, his fingers instinctively reaching for the hair tie.

"I meant to give it back this morning, but you were already in class when I sought you out." His fingers worked to loosen the tie from his hair, but you waved a dismissive hand at him, earning a questioning raise of his brow.

You smiled tiredly at the hero. "Keep it."

Aizawa tilted his head at you, uncertainty flashing in his eyes. "What?"

You snickered at his confusion. "Keep it," Turning your head in his direction, you gave a short, reassuring nod. "I trust you'll keep it safe— I barely use it anyway. Maybe you'll put it to good use."

A few beats passed, his eyes lingering on your own before his fingers uncurled from around the hair tie. "Thank you." He mumbled softly, prompting another nod from you.

"No problem," you sighed, squeezing your eyes shut with a wince. "It looks better on you anyway."

Comfortable silence filled the air, and you couldn't help but let your body sink further into the couch as a newfound wave of comfort washed over you. Even with the back of your skull pounding mercilessly, your short interaction with the erasure hero had managed to loosen some of the tension that stiffened your muscles heavily.

"Are you running away from the noise outside, too?" you breathed, running a tired hand over your eyes.

"It's usually quiet in here at this time of day," Aizawa replied lowly, keeping his voice as soft and quiet as possible as he took note of the uncomfortable furrow of your brow. "I mostly come to catch up on some sleep if I have the chance to."

Your eyes met his slowly, a smile gracing your lips. "Don't let me get in the way of your naptime, Aizawa, I think it's safe to say we might be the only ones here for a bit."

He tilts his head at you. "How do you know?"

A snicker clicks at your tongue before you offer an answer. "The other teachers are still cleaning up their classrooms." When his eyes flashed in questioning, you let your own flutter before closing them again. "I can hear them."

"All of them?"

You nodded slowly, further sinking into the cushions. "All of them. All the time."

Suddenly, something gently thudded on the surface of the small coffee table in front of you. Peaking through one of your eyes, you caught sight of what looked like a pill bottle.

"What are those?" Your voice came softly, laced with curiosity.

Mimicking your positioning, Aizawa let his back sink into the cushions. "Painkillers," He turned to look at you through dark lashes. "You seem to need them more than I do."

You stared at the bottle for a few seconds, a lazy, tired smile slowly reaching your lips as you tilted your head toward Aizawa. "Are you sure we're not friends? Because this seems really friendly of you—"

"Don't push your luck," He huffed, a flash of amusement glimmering in his eyes. "Just don't need our new combat teacher getting taken out by a migraine."

You scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes as you caught sight of the slight curl of his lips. "We will be friends, Aizawa," you breathed as you grabbed the pill bottle, popping it open and tossing two pills into your mouth. "Mark my words."

He hummed softly, giving a short nod of his head before sheltering the bottom half of his face behind his scarf. "Maybe someday."

"Soon?"

"Possibly."

"We'll be great friends," A smile tugged at the corners of your lips, a glint of hope and sincerity twinkling in your eyes. "I know we will."

"You sound so sure," Aizawa noted, the ghostly remnants of a smile reaching the corners of his eyes.

You shrugged. "Only because you don't seem to deny any of it."

His dark eyes narrowed as you sent him a knowing look, which got a low scoff from him. You came to realize that he had a look. A way of meeting your eyes that said far more than his words were capable of. It wasn't too different from how he usually looked-- it was a subtle flash in those tired, dark eyes of his. The slight softening of his usually sharp gaze. The barely noticeable slip of his deadpan stare that melted into something kinder for just a second.

His eyes are beautiful, you smiled.  

Just as you allowed your eyes to flutter shut, your phone went off. A colorful string of curses slipped past your lips as you grumbled angrily, patting your pockets until you fished out your phone. You flashed Aizawa an apologetic look, to which he responded with a short nod.

Pushing yourself off the couch and out of the teachers' lounge, you pressed the phone to your ear. "What do you have for me, Tsukauchi?"

"I see you're ready for business, Beholder," he chuckled through the line. "Are you free tomorrow night?"

You pulled your brows together. "You have a lead or something?"

"Or something." A few beats passed before he continued, "We may just be going off of a hunch right now, but no one can do a recon mission like you. So, are you free tomorrow night?"

"Give me a time and place, Tsukauchi. I'll be there."

And with that, you hung up the phone

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