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potato-sauce · 2 months ago
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Sunstreaker is damn right
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adhd-merlin · 1 year ago
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celebrated the 15th premiere anniversary by watching a collection of best arwen scene on youtube. what about you
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thexsilentxwordsmith · 5 months ago
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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!reader
Summary: Lt. Riley sure has been taking a lot of smoke breaks lately. Strange that you always seem to disappear at the same time too.
Author's Note: Just a quick little one shot I came up with to get me back into the swing of things and give you all a little snack for what's to come.
“Again?” Soap questions as he watches the lieutenant stand up from the back of the table, cigarette pack in hand. “Ye have a real problem mate. Swear yer married te those things these days, always havin’ te go out fer another smoke. Ye should get some help fer yer addiction, L.T.”
Lt. Riley doesn’t stop to reply, moving his chair back in without missing a beat. “Maybe I’m just tryin’ ta have an excuse to fuckin’ leave so ya can’t persuade me into stayin’ for more of your inane drivel,” he returns dryly. “ ‘Sides, it’s gettin’ late.”
Soap rolls his eyes skeptically at the statement. “Whatever ye say,” he chuckles, brushing off the comment like nothing and letting the lieutenant walk off without consequence, something rare for the mouthy sergeant, but Lt. Riley is too preoccupied to pay it much attention.
From your place at the table, you carefully sneak glances to watch as the hulking form of your superior locks eyes with you for only a second before he makes his way over to the door of the mess hall and opens it to step out into the night air. You force yourself not to linger too long in his direction, redirecting your attention back to your fellow operatives that still sit around you chatting even though dinner had ended some time ago.
It doesn’t take long for the conversation to pick right back up where it left off, though you stay silent as you slowly try to fade yourself out of the group without anyone noticing your absence. The heated topic of the best explosive types has everyone engaged and you see your opportunity to leave and slip out undetected.
Too bad you don't notice a couple eyes dart your way before they turn back to one another to share a knowing look and a smirk. Yet nothing is said out loud and you make it out with incident.
Stepping out into the cool night, you find it odd that there are no signs of life near the door, no 6’4” military officer propped against the brick smoking. The unexpected absence makes your heart leap, but as you let your eyes adjust to the dark you catch movement off to your side. At the edge of the building you can just make out the dissipating wispy trail of vapor as it floats up towards the sky. Bingo, that’s what you are looking for. Turning your feet in the direction of the smoke, you make your way over, the soles of your shoes crunching over the gravel scattered along the ground and echoing off the walls of the building. You don’t have far to go and as soon as your body rounds the corner, your wrist is grabbed up by long fingers into the palm of a large, rough hand.
You know this grip intimately.
“Lookin’ for somethin’, pretty girl?” the familiar gruff voice hits your ears as your body is pushed back first into the rough surface of the wall.
Tilting your head up, you look directly into that skull-masked face and instantaneously a smile spreads across your lips. “Was looking for someone, actually,” you answer confidently, a bit of playfulness to your tone.
Hooking your thumbs through the front belt loops on his jeans, you pull him in closer so that he is pinned against you. “And wouldn’t you know, I just found him,” you say.
Fuck, did you have to play on his one weakness so early?
“Was wonderin’ when you’d fuckin’ break away,” he chuckles to disguise that fact that your little maneuver has caused his pulse to race violently through his veins.
Those large, greedy hands find their place on the curve of your hips and he wonders if you can feel his thudding heartbeat through his touch as he stands there in the silence with you. He’s waiting patiently for what comes next, the simple ritual you've developed that you put into practice whenever you’re alone together. Right now he is still under the guise of Ghost and only you can bring out the man behind the mask.
Searching his chest to find the neckline of his shirt, you dig your fingers inside and find the edge of the fabric keeping his face hidden from you. You tug at the balaclava to free it before you pull it up and off his features, bunching it together and pushing it to the top of his head so that he wears it like a beanie. And suddenly there he is: not Ghost, not Lt. Riley, but Simon, your Simon in the flesh once again.
“Didn’t want to make it too obvious,” you return as you take him all in, fingertips following the line of his cheek, “the others aren’t that oblivious; they’ll put two and two together if given enough clues. We could get caught, you know. How long till they figure out that I always seem to go missing whenever you go for a smoke?”
There is a coolness on your hip now as one of his hands finds its way around the back of your neck to hold you in place as his thumb smoothly caresses over the delicate skin of your cheek in long, slow strokes. “Don’t care anymore,” he mutters as his gaze lingers at your eyes before they drift down to your full lips. There is a yearning in his chest watching them part as he drags that same thumb heavily across the length and it blooms as he hears the quiet sigh you release at feeling his touch over that sensitive bit of skin.
“It’s gettin’ harder and harder ta keep my hands to myself whenever you’re ‘round.”
He leans in as he holds you steady by the back of the head, his face getting closer and closer until his balmy breath wafts over your bottom lip. It’s intoxicating the way the presence of your mouth lingering just out of reach makes the skin on his tingle with anticipation and he suspends you both in the tantalizing feeling of the moment for a few seconds without speaking, just letting the sensations play out.
The agonizing depth of his need pools in the pit of his stomach, making him clench his hand around your spine as it overwhelms his body. “Don’t wanna have ta keep holdin�� back.”
Being pressed against you, you can easily feel him take in a shuddered breath. “Get such a fuckin’ cravin’ for your lips sometimes it feels like I’m goin’ insane,” he whispers the words into your face, his nose gliding against the tip of your own as his mouth ghosts over yours until you tremble in his grasp as his temptation overwhelms you.
Your heartbeat pounds hard against your ribcage and you can hear it in your head. His intensity is enough to make you dizzy, your vision hazy at best as you are consumed with him and only him. No one has ever had this much control over you, but with Simon it is effortless the way he owns all the free space in your mind so that it takes the most minimal effort to have you falling apart, melting in his hands.
In the shadow of the mess hall, hidden in the dark with just you and him, the world seems to completely fall away. Whatever waits outside that moment for you both is forgotten, pushed aside to make room for the need you share for each other.
“Simon,” you moan his name, your eyes fluttering closed as your desperation overtakes you and leaves you begging for him to break the distance still between you.
God, the way his name falls so sweetly from your lips makes him just as feral now as it did the first time he heard you use it. He is insatiable in the way he is willing to do anything just to hear you say it again.
The air outside tonight is cool, but the atmosphere between your bodies is heated from the sticky, warm breath that you both share between your mouths, the proximity of your bodies, the rise in blood pressure that makes your skin hot to the touch. It’s getting harder to breathe and yet the thought of you pulling away from him before he can get his fill of you is torture.
“Swear I’ve never missed someone tha way I miss ya when I have ta stay away,” he says, followed quickly by a groan into your face as you place your palm on his sternum to feel the weighty rise and fall of his broad chest.
Your touch is exhilarating and suddenly his whole body is aroused as if struck by lightning. Unintentionally, his hips move on instinct and begin to grind into yours, the growing bulge in the crotch of his pants making him desperate for more friction and you immediately meet his need with your own. That last shred of his sanity is waning fast the more you both rub yourselves against each other until out of the haze filling his mind and distracting him from his goal he finally finds the last bit of clarity to speak before he completely falls apart.
“Christ, I will never get enough of ya, sweetheart.” And with a brief pause, Simon inhales and leans in hungrily to capture your lips with his.
His mouth dominates your own with urgency, as if at any moment you will be snatched from his hands and he will be left starving for the sensation of your mouth tangling with his.
Your back is slammed into the uneven texture of the brick, jagged bits of clay grating the skin of your back through your t-shirt from the force of your lieutenant aggressively capturing your mouth over and again. Sweet spit and heated lips mingling as he insatiably devours your kiss to leave a wreck of flesh behind on the lower half of your face that only burns for more of his embraces.
Shrouded in the dark your bodies melt together with yours being swallowed by the bulk of his, those bulging muscles along his abdomen pressing into you, pinning you to the wall until you can hardly catch your breath. You hold onto him to keep him from drifting, two tight fists balled up with his shirt as your need overwhelms every sense in an intensity that is shared like an electrical current through your bodies.
Large, coarse hands cup around your face, tilting your head upward to him as his tongue juts out from between his teeth and over his lips to prod against yours until you open your mouth and allow him to shove it in. That thick muscle fills the cavity full as he explores, feeling you, tasting you, memorizing the inside of your mouth. The nicotine on his breath is still pungent from the cigarette that is glowing discarded on the ground at your feet, its sharp notes dancing over the surface of your taste buds as you suck on his tongue.
His knee finds its way between your legs, pressing up into the wall behind you so that the bulk of his thigh is pushed against the mound of your sex, giving you access to something you can ride as your desire intensifies. The stimulation is like a catalyst and without hesitation you begin to roll your hips into it.
Simon is pawing desperately at your clothing to get beneath it and make contact with as much soft, warm skin as his hands can enjoy when a sudden loud clang somewhere close by breaks you both out of the spell of your lust. Two heads return side to side in search for the source of the noise, only to find that nothing is out of place. But the moment is broken and you are both now fully aware of how exposed you are just out in the open.
“Meet at mine after lights out, yeah?” Simon says through heavy panting, holding your face cupped between his hands as he struggles to gain back his composure, at least enough to cross base without drawing attention to himself and the bulge straining against the front of his jeans.
You nod, scrambling to regulate your own quick breathing.
He quickly pulls your face back in for one more feverish kiss before releasing you, pulling down his mask, and briskly heading off into the night. It's still about an hour you have left to wait and though you know that it isn't that long in the grand scheme of things, as you clench your thighs together, you know it won't come soon enough.
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cryptfile · 5 months ago
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𖥨᩠ׄ݁ holy terrain!!!!!!, [ homelander x supe!reader ]
SUMMARY— based on a request aka when you arrive to vought’s tower covered in blood, you certainly don't expect to enjoy John’s comfort after feeling so numb.
WARNINGS — +18 minors dni, implied fem! reader, homelander is a warning himself, usual the boys content, mentions of murder, violence, reader matches homelander’s freak ngl, always wash your hands before fingering #PLEASE, blood kink at it's best, degradation (blink and you’ll miss it), dirty talk, porn without plot sort of?? lmao blame it on my hormones.
SIDE NOTES — hi there, this is a result of me going feral in this new season. English's not my first language, so please be kind, any mistake it's my own fault sorry in advance. Hate this mf but wont deny I wouldn't fuck him to calm him down. Please interact if you like this, reblogs, comments, likes, all means a lot to me!
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The smell is under your nose.
At first it didn’t bother you to feel the warmth of it, you’re not disgusted by blood. But it’s everywhere. Fucking everywhere. Sticking in your face, staining your damn suit, pooling beneath your feet.
You can feel your own breathing, yet, you're numb to everything else. The screams of terror and the sudden silence of the killing are now something similar as a long-time-ago memory, a distant thought you cannot bring yourself to care about.
And when you came out of the elevator, you don't care about the other people looking at you either. The Vought personal that were always running in the floor, Ashley, or fucking Noir at the matter thinking you're Carrie or something, no one dares to talk to you even when you’re a mere sidekick, too afraid of your explosive personality to even demand to know what happened.
It's almost like you asked for it, to be left alone, to not deal with anyone but your own judgment.
So when you cross the hallway to your dormitory dreaming about a warm shower, you don't expect to see him inside, your relationship with Homelander being too sporadic to even catalog it as one. Yet he's there like it's his house, and you're too tired to even ask why he's there in the first place.
"There you are," he says, but you hear his voice like he's talking miles away from you instead of the couch where he really is. "Something was telling me you were having a rough day."
"Don't remember anything about inviting you to my room" he doesn't care about your tone as he walks closer to you, usually, when he speaks, he only seem to listen to himself. "Didn’t give you a key."
He's oblivious at your words, instead, he seems to be too lost in his own way of seeing things, just waiting for you to say something similar to what you’ve already said in his mind. To admit something like you missed him all day long, that you've been thinking about him as much as he's thinking about you, to fed his ego like only you can do after only a few times of sharing intimacy.
The air is thick, making it harder to breathe as he plants himself in front of you, blue eyes scanning your face as his fingers touched your hair, toying with the strands glued together with blood — Even if it’s gross, he don’t seemed moved by it, mainly, you think, because he’s been through the same too.
"Don't need a key to show up," he laughs like it's obvious, and you look at him like he's having a rougher time than you. "This is my building."
It's almost a reminder for you, that you're living under his roof and have a place on his team because he just wants to. Even when you always do the dirty job no one dares to do, if you save his ass more times you can count, he still remarks you’re living in his world.
“I know,” you fight the need to roll your eyes to the back of your head while responding. It’s something you remind yourself sometimes, how most of them are just plain stupid, always treating you like you were no better than fucking Deep.
The stink under your nose is annoying and your skin feels sticky at the touch so you’re almost begging for just ten minutes of privacy.
“I just missed you” he says in a low voice, almost ashamed of admitting something he would never even dare to say out loud, a sudden verge of vulnerability, strange raw honesty as he looks at you. “Didn’t you miss me too?”
You know the only way of really control him, how to make him do exactly what you want to do, so you let him. Let him act all needy and weird cause you want John wrapped around your finger, unable to think on his own. You want him to believe, whole-heartedly, that in the end he’s the one coming up with the great ideas when it's you every single time.
You don’t find it cruel, he’s the same with you and he deserves it, so when Homelander bites his middle finger to grab the fabric of his gloves and pull it off, you let him touch you, treat you like this lost-dove-in-trouble he loves to see — “Had an awful day. Just wanted to see you,” like that. The correct combination of words and he looks like he got fucking shot by a celestial force, mesmerized. “Always missing you, babe.”
He’s sold by the moment, that tone you use, that little nickname that gets him, the sound of your heartbeat slightly faster than before, not enough to catch you lying, but enough to show you’re indeed, happy to see him as well.
He's pleased, so the next is unexpected to say the least, and you hate every second of it when he carries you like you two are married or something similar, sitting in the sofa with you on his lap.
“What are you-”
He shushes you, and you cannot finish what you’re saying when he pulls you to his chest, the fabric of his suit against your cheek as he, weirdly enough, hugged you close, the sound of his heartbeat instead, loud against your ear as you can feel him breathing beneath you, an steady rhythm as the silence filled the room. It's weird sometimes, to think he's human as well before the compound V.
“Comforting you,” he says in a low voice. His bare hand now grabbing your tight enough to bury his fingers in the covered skin, squeezing it lightly as first, nothing you cannot control. And it's beyond doubt what he truly wants, the way his nose inhales the scent of your body like it's fuel, the blood mixing with your fragrance — "M' here now."
He likes it almost more than his own smell. Almost is the key, cause he cannot help but wish you'd stink like him after waking up next to him that very same day. The thought wakes something new in the alleged superhero, something that stings in his stomach, plaguing his mind with the thought of getting all that he wants, to mark you as his property as he has done before.
He cannot get enough. Of course he can't, he's used to have it all now, to never ask but take. That's why he bites your shoulder, why he didn't mind getting his hands dirty with you and your sticky suit, why he's not grossed out by anything, but instead, turned on by how much you needed him.
But in reality it's the other way around, cause Homelander's the one that pulls you closer, that kisses you like you're something heavenly, just like he is. He's not gentle, yet he knows you like it that way, that you're into that rough force he's used to and would kill any normal person in result.
"Who let you go on that mission on your own, huh?" He asks, concentrated in your suit, pulling it down slightly just to reveal the naked skin under the fabric, clean skin in contrast of all the red. "Seems like they all forgot we're supposed to work together."
You don't get why it feels so nice at first, why the hand on your hip moves through your body like you need some kind of reassurance after all you went through the day.
"I'm okay" you manage to say, the pure need to remind him you're good enough to make things on your own, some kind of memo that explains clearly that you want the same benefits he has. It's useless however, when he has you like that, making you tilt your head to the side, placing random bites in any sight of exposed flesh.
"You're hurt" he says, making you aware of your own body as he presses one hand against the injury on the side of your ribs. He's fucking sick for it, and it doesn't give you any time to react when his fingertips are pushing against the cut, your suit staining with your own blood as you mewl on top of him. "Clearly hurt."
He's drunk on depravity, lost on the face you make when the pain hits you all sudden, stealing the air from your lungs. He's suddenly hard beneath you and his hand's now rest on your hip making you move on top of him, hungry for anything he can get out of you, any little sound you make so focused on keeping quiet, trying so hard to not to fed on his bullshit.
The friction is unbearable, the fresh blood coming out of your now-opened wound, the slight force he uses to tear your suit apart like its nothing, giving him more space to work with as he seemed desperate to have you close. It takes you far from where you were first, the numb feeling that grew like a parasite your stomach swallowing it all, now instead, too sensitive to his touch.
Yes. You hate him for it, hate that it's too easy for him, the traumatized hero with too many issues, the world's strongest man that somehow manages to make a mess out of you just with something so simple as sitting on his lap.
He's so pleased when you moan, when you say his name and you forgot about mannerisms, he needs to pull out his other glove in response as his blonde hair falls over his face, throwing it to the floor as his bare hand is now able to rip apart your suit effortless. The warmth of his palm cups your now bare breast for him, and he leans into your chest, tongue flickering in circles over your nipple as you let out a strangled moan.
"Common, need you to use your words here," he demands for a moment, almost annoyed as you can see the traces of saliva that connected you to his mouth: Why does he look so good? Fucker. "Cause if you don’t stop me now I’ll reduce your suit to ashes.”
“Don’t care,” you know Ashley’s going to be pissed, yet it's not enough to say anything about it. "Fucking hate the suit anyway."
"Such a dirty mouth" you're tugging his hair, hand on your kneecap pulling it slightly to the side as he forces you to open your legs for him. "What can I do with you?"
There it is, the ripped sound of his hands tearing the rest of the fabric apart, the pliable desperation in his touch, grabbing, kissing, and palming the curves of your body as it's holy terrain, unstudied land. He's caught in the smell of your skin finally mixing with his, the way your hips grinded in need for a deeper contact.
He laughs at you, laughs at that sight of defeat when he finally slides the hand that was on your knee under the ripped leavings of your now-destroyed suit. Of course he fucking loves the way you're speechless all thanks to his efforts, that you're unable to keep still as you straddle him now confident he's not repulsed by your dirty nature.
"Did you get turned on by killing?" He asks, and you try to respond something like he's clearly dumb. "Been smelling you since you've got here. All wet, covered in blood."
He's far from lazering you, but you can feel the weight of his gaze almost trespassing you when his hand finally reaches that nice spot between your legs and feels your drenched underwear beneath his fingertips. He can feel it all, and you are aware of it.
He's driven by the sounds of your heartbeat, the way your skin glimmers with sweat, he knows you're enjoying every second of it, his fingertips fondling on top of the cloth moments before pulling it to side. The warm contact with your cunt is enough to make him lose it, enough to make him succumb beneath you as he explores the folds of your aching core, his other hand holding your hip just to keep you in place.
John seems to forget, always does. Cause his grip turns beyond bruising and you can hear the crack when he moves you against his hand, a new broken bone to added to the list as he's unaware to the sound it produces, the pain that makes you shake violently blending immediately with pleasure.
You can take it. You're tough and a big girl who's taken worse, so you don't whine about it knowing you must be healing already, instead, you let yourself be trapped in that haze he created, the sounds of your sex when he hits that very spot you overly-enjoy, digits slightly curving inside as he’s experiencing the velvety feeling of your walls colliding against his hand.
"That's it, keep the show for me.” He loves praising so much since you told him he’s doing good one time, he needs to do the same for you at the first chance he got while you offered yourself to him, riding his fingers. “Such a good slut.”
He’s concentrated in the way his fingers disappear inside of you, the intense smell of blood and sex that now fills the air as you moan out his name, the red droplets in your face much like freckles, far more wicked than pure marks on your skin.
“So nice, so warm,” he says to himself, the slick sound of your arousal filling the room, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin of your chest as he marks your skin like you’re all his.
He’s sure he’s alleviating your problems, sure he’s making you feel so much better, thumb tracing circles in your swollen bud as he stole cries of pleasure from your parted lips.
You don’t let him know you’re close but he can sense it, the slight change in your breathing each time more erratic, your heartbeats quickening their pace as you got closer to the edge.
And when you really finish, when you’re done riding your high, you grab the remains of your teared suit and look at him with that damn smile he loves. You know he’s expecting to receive anything back, any favor you’re willing to give in return.
But instead, when you got off his lap, you just caress his cheek gently before saying — “See you later, John? Kind of busy now.”
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waves-against-a-cliff · 2 months ago
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After the End - Post-apocalypse Omegaverse AU
Summary - You set up a wonderful maze for these trapped mice
Tags - Omegaverse (duh), alpha/beta/omega dynamics, non traditional dynamics, all of the 141 are alphas, you're an omega. Eventual smut, dub-con, knotting, mating press, polyamory, alphas love alphas. 141 x reader, self harm, injuries
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Pateron, KoFi, and Throne
A/N: If you want chapters early then check out my Pateron or KoFi
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It wasn't difficult to form a plan in your mind. First you'd draw some blood, the thing that led them to you in the first place. You'd make them go around in circles until they landed themselves in different traps along the way. And while they acted like mice in a maze you would observe as the scientist making notes.
You made a clean cut into the palm of your hand and winced at the bite of the blade. It was sharper than you thought and cut a bit deeper than you wanted. You sucked in a breath before you smeared some blood onto a tree.
You wandered your forest for what had to be at least two hours, clouds had gathered and had dimmed out the sun. It was a forewarning of snow to come and the wind had already started to pick up. You had made a very intricate maze for them, misled by your own blood no less.
Finally you began your long walk home, you pulled your coat tighter around you and stuffed your barely scabbed over hands into your pockets as the wind blew harder. Soon enough the snow would start to fall and they'd either have to try and find their way out of the forest, hunker down for the night and loose your foot prints or keep going through the snow and darkness.
Your omega purred at the idea of the warmest surviving all of this. Oddly, you found the idea of one of them, maybe even two, surviving just to be able to breed you oddly romantic. Instead of giving up or dying, they pushed through just to have you. A small rumble started in your chest as you thought back to the two brown eyed ones.
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"Fucking hell," Ghost mumbled to himself, his ankle was twisted oddly and his ass hurt from the fall. Worse? The sky had started to shit out snow. They (Soap and Price) had the most genius plan of splitting up to try and find the omega. Ghost had caught onto her scent and followed it.
Followed it right into a bloody trap. It was at least 12 feet deep if he couldn't even touch the top while jumping and he could jump if he wanted to. He was stuck in a hole, with no idea on how to get out without help and he wasn't going to try and shout for it. God only knows how far away the rest are.
Fuck his head hurt like a bitch. He had to give the omega credit. She had set up her forest to be a fortress and a death trap. Pits, tripwires, all kinds of little tricks hidden away. Each step he had taken made him hold his breath.
He had heard a loud BOOM some miles away and very, very distantly Scottish yelling. Maybe he had gotten off lightly with a twisted ankle and was stuck in a pit for a while. Still, his inner alpha whined knowing his fellow packmates were likely in danger. His base urges didn't even care about the omega when his pack was getting hurt. He couldn't help but wonder how Price was doing.
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Price was stuck upside down. He had caught a glimpse of the omega, who had turned her head towards him and wore a frankly smug look. He had tried to order her over but she stuck her fingers in her ears and walked away. All of the blood flow was ending up in his head and it made him feel sick. Worst? His knife had fallen out.
It laid on the snowy ground and mocked him. This was the fuckin' worst. Maybe he should have just let the omega be but that thought made his own alpha stir and snarl. This felt like some bizarre courtship ritual but instead of blankets and food it was surviving the omegas own traps.
If what he heard a while back from Soap was anything to go by, his Scottish sergeant was not having a walk in the park either. It sounded like an explosion and he hoped it wasn't very damaging.
He glanced over when he heard someone approach and Gaz emerged. "She has running in fucking circles Cap."
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mind-intheclouds342 · 2 months ago
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Do it for them - Co-captain reader x Curly
Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6
Warning: Mention of rape.
You let out a sigh, as if you had held your breath for a few seconds upon seeing him there.
The only thing you could recognize was that blue eye color he had.
You were in a conflict, you didn't know what to do at that moment, your eyes filled with tears in an instant.
Before you knew it, you were walking towards him, your body aching, but the pain was secondary at that moment.
You leaned over his bed to see him up close, kneeling to be face to face with him. 
If he could express any kind of emotion on his face, you would say he was terrified that you finally saw him, your eyes were focused on him, and you didn't say a word.
Until you smiled.
"You're really alive..."
You murmured and covered your mouth when you started to laugh, the mix of emotions at that moment was a disaster, between laughter and sobs, you didn't know what to do, whether to feel happy because he was alive, or feel sad about the state he was in.
You slapped your cheeks hard enough to leave them red, trying to reason with yourself while listening to Curly's whimpers.
"Okay- okay- let me help you- I know they've been giving you painkillers for your pain, just let me give them to you"
You mentioned that upon hearing those sounds, you quickly looked for the pills and took one to be able to give it to him.
You moved your fingers nervously as you brought your hand closer to his jaw, his exposed teeth were something unpleasant to see, and the smell of burnt flesh was even worse in the room.
"I see why Anya looks so terrified... It must be difficult for her."
At one point, you pushed the pills down his throat and tried to move him a bit so he could swallow without choking.
In a short time, their whimpers ceased.
You noticed the robe you were wearing and decided to take it off to put on your uniform that was next to the bed where you woke up.
Curly inhaled sharply when you changed, seeing how almost your entire body was covered in bruises.
When you finished, you took a chair and sat down next to your husband.
They both looked at each other in silence.
"I understand why you didn't want me to see you like this... I really thought I would wait until you gave me permission to see you... I didn't expect to end up here in the nursery just like that..."
You looked at your hands and arms, well aware that they were covered in bruises that were now hidden by your clothes, but they were still there, and it hurt so bad. You took one of the painkillers and swallowed it, hoping the pain would go away soon.
"Do you have any idea why Jimmy hates me so much? Maybe he wanted to marry you."
You joked, leaning back in the chair, waiting for the medication to take effect. 
"I think I found a way to get back, we are heading to a Pony Express station, it seems you were able to reactivate the autopilot in the cabin before the explosion, we will get there in three months, I'm sure we can communicate with someone so they can come and rescue us."
Even when he didn't respond, you enjoyed this conversation you were having, you were happy to be able to talk to your husband again, and you knew very well that he could hear you, by the way he looked at you attentively. 
Anya: "Curly, I'm sorry for being late, I-"
You turned when you heard the door open and smiled upon seeing that woman, who immediately looked surprised to see you.
"Hey Anya~ woah-"
You were greatly surprised when she jumped at you to hug you, you pressed your lips together to avoid letting out a whimper of pain, reciprocating the hug in confusion. 
Anya: "I was so scared—I thought you would never wake up! I thought you were bleeding inside - we didn't know what to do - it happened -"
Immediately, you took her by the shoulders to make her separate and looked her straight in the eyes. 
"How long was I asleep?...."
Anya wiped her tears and took a breath before answering you.
Anya: "Three weeks..." 
You immediately got up from your seat, ready to leave the nursery. 
Curly immediately started making strange sounds, looking at the door and Anya, as if he were begging her to go with you. 
The woman looked at him strangely but soon began to follow him. 
Anya: "(Y/n) - please wait -" 
"Where the hell is Jimmy?"
You stopped and turned to look at her seriously. 
Anya: "Why are you looking for him?..."
"I'm sure that son of a bitch tried to kill me, I don't know what he's planning, but whatever it is, it ends here and now! Who knows what other damage he has done here on the ship and-!" 
You fell silent upon noticing his face, a mix of sadness and hope now that you were saying that. 
"Anya... please... no..."
Anya: "I told Curly but... He didn't do anything... I... I'm pregnant."
You opened your mouth, wanting to say something, but you just pressed your lips together, turned slowly, and took a few steps before starting to run in search of that man. 
Daisuke: "Swansea, I don't think you should drink that-"
Swansea: "We have no escape from this place now! Bah! Without the captains, there's nothing left."
He commented, taking another sip of the mouthwash they had found in the cargo. 
Jimmy: "I remind you that I am the captain now, so-" 
"CAPTAIN MY ASS!"
You arrived furiously in the room where everyone was gathered, you didn't even wait for him to respond, you took a chair close to you and hit him on the back with it. 
Daisuke: "Woah! What's happening?? (Y/n)! How long ago did you wake up? Why-?"
"GET OUT OF THE WAY!"
When the boy tried to approach you, you pushed him away, ready to hit Jimmy again, who was on the ground in pain. 
"DON'T TOUCH ME! I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!"
You started to shake as you felt the arms of both males holding you, preventing you from continuing to hit the other. 
Swansea: "What's happening with you?!"
"HE RAPE ANYA!" 
You shouted, exposing him in front of everyone, all of them speechless at the revelation. 
They slowly released you, and when you saw Jimmy move, trying to get up, you kicked him in the mouth, making him fall to the ground again. 
"You are disgusting, disgusting! Aren't you ashamed?! You've already done too much damage, you're on my damn ship! You're not going to do anything else here. And when we return, I will make sure you ROT IN JAIL."
You shouted this last part in his ear, grabbing his hair to make him lift his head, and then you slammed it against the ground again.
"Killing you would be showing mercy on you." 
You spat on his chest and left him there for a few seconds, you were going to have to find a place to lock him up.
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xvysarene · 8 months ago
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𝕋𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕎𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤
Pairing: Rafayel x Fem!Reader Prompt: “You left me to drown.” Words: ~2.2k Genre: Light Angst, Comfort, Suggestive (mild)
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The sky was awash with streaks of crimson and gold bleeding into the indigo expanse, signaling the impending dusk.
You stopped beside the colossal sea stack, admiring the breathtaking view. Waves crashed against the weathered rocks with gentle tranquility, a stark contrast to the turmoil within your heart.
“Are you done running?” a whispered voice carried away by the salty breeze.
Voice that you hadn’t heard for almost a year.
You couldn’t help the wry chuckle escaping your lips. “Last time I remember, I was the one waking up to an empty bed after a night of giving myself to you.”
Your skin involuntarily tingled with the residual sensation of his touch. His lips, warm and insistent, had traced a map of pleasure across your skin, exploring every curve and contour with a thoroughness that left you breathless and wanting more.
Months-long restrained emotion bubbled up to the surface. “Thomas couldn't find you, your aunt couldn't find you, even your bodyguard couldn't find you. So pray tell Rafayel, are you done running?”
Even in the fading light, you could see him taken aback by the hostility dripping from your words.
“I thought you would be happy to see me after all of this time.”
Exasperatedly you turned towards him, finding him standing several steps away from you.
He looked the same, if not even more handsome, and you hated that it made the fury inside your heart momentarily dim.
All-white button-up and trousers hugged his figure, one he knew that you loved as if it was a tactic to unravel you. He was a blank canvas in the explosion of colours surrounding you both.
“No notes, no messages, all I'm left with is a ridiculously priced ring adorning my finger.” You rubbed the now empty ring finger, still feeling the phantom weight of the gemstone.
He didn’t miss the gesture. “Did you not like the ring? Is that why you threw it away to the depth of the sea?”
“Is that all you can say after walking out of my life?” Your voice rising, annoyed at his nonchalance.
Annoyed at the absurdity of this situation like you hadn’t seen each other for months.
His brows furrowed at the accusation. “I did not walk out of your life, didn’t you receive the stuff I sent you?” 
If he was referring to the plethora of stuff stacked inside a box under your bed collecting dust, then yes you did receive them.
You had attempted to decipher the meaning behind the items he sent each month, desperately trying to connect them with his whereabouts, but to no avail.
Even with the resources and connections Thomas had, Rafayel seemed to be always one step ahead, not leaving any breadcrumbs of where he might have gone next.
“You are present in all of my paintings; you remain a constant in my thoughts,” he continued when you remained silent.
Since his departure, new paintings arrived biweekly or monthly at Mo Art Studio, each delivery serving as a soothing balm for Thomas's weary soul.
It wasn't until his manager pointed out certain colour choices and what you had always considered random lines and patterns that you began to notice elements of yourself in his paintings; the shade of your irises, the main lines on your palms, the arch of your eyebrows watching his antics.
You gritted your teeth. “Provide a reasonable explanation for your lack of verbal communication.”
He tore away from your gaze, suddenly looking timid, hand rubbing the back of his neck. It was a habit of his whenever he felt nervous. “I embark on a self-discovery,” he began.
“I needed some time for internal reflection. It allows me to really dive deep into my thoughts and emotions without any external distractions—just let me explain first,” he said rapidly before you could chide him on thinking that you were a distraction.
Honestly, you couldn’t even voice out any response as that wasn’t the answer you were expecting.
“I've been overly reliant on you, and limiting our communication forced me to depend on my own. I want to be someone you can rely on instead; someone you can lean and depend on.”
“What about that woman, then?” you blurted out, the question heavy on the tip of your tongue ever since you had first come across the article.
It had been seven months and two weeks since his absence when you stumbled upon the article.
Normally, you weren't particularly tuned into the fashion industry, but somehow the news from Nexusburg had found its way onto your daily curated feed.
You had vaguely recognised the designer’s striking face and figure. Your attention, however, zoomed in on those unmistakable tendrils of dusky purple hair, despite most of his head being obscured by the dark tint of the limousine’s window.
“I commissioned her to create… something of great significance.” You sensed ambiguity lacing his words. “You know how reporters constantly fabricate stories that lack truth.”
“Do they, really? Lack of truth?”
Rafayel approached you with hesitant steps, fearing you might slip away from his advance.
“You left me to drown, Rafayel.” The words pierced through him like shards of glass. “Drowning in ‘what if’s’, drowning in my insecurity.” 
As he drew near, he took in the multitude of emotions playing across your face: hurt, confusion, anger.
“You were gone for eight months. Eight months! Did you believe that merely slipping a ring onto my finger would make me feel better for your absence?”
The anger drained your body of energy as you sank onto the rock behind. Jagged edges kept you painfully aware that this was reality, not a mere figment of your imagination.
“I'm sorry,” he pleaded. 
“You're selfish, Rafayel,” your voice trembled with a mixture of anger and hurt. “You know my insecurity gets the best of me at times, and yet you didn't even stop to think for once on how I would feel…this is not the first time.”
You could see the moment realisation began to flicker in his bluish-pink eyes.
When Rafayel hired a new female bodyguard and began spending a significant amount of time with her, it left you feeling uneasy.
It wasn’t until his own bodyguard confronted him in front of you, chastising him for neglecting your feelings and the lack of communication as she noticed your distress, that you finally felt at ease with their relationship. You understood their brother-sister dynamics.
But this time, days turn to weeks, and weeks turn to months since you last saw him. Doubts began to plague your mind.
“It was nothing like that,” he protested. “Nexusburg was my last stop. I had thought of returning as soon as the designer finished her work.”
The article's prominently highlighted phrase 'SECRET ROMANCE' had stirred your restless heart to its breaking point that day.
You recalled standing atop the very sea stack towering behind you, witnessing the light glinting off the ring as you cast it into the unforgiving waves below.
"You went on a journey of self-discovery, but it seems like you've forgotten why you needed it in the first place.” 
Rafayel's heart constricted with guilt. “I never meant to make you feel that way, I—I thought you would understand.”
Then, he retrieved something from his pocket, causing your breath to catch in your throat.
“How…?!”
The marquise-cut lilac tanzanite glimmered with a captivating hue, casting a hypnotic light against the backdrop of twilight skies. Delicate accents of soft pink pearls surrounded the gemstone, lending a gentle touch to the intricate design.
It still managed to steal your breath away, its beauty as enchanting as ever.
“I specifically requested the bijoutier to blend my crushed scales into the band. It brings me comfort knowing that you’re safe, and knowing that you think of me whenever you touch it.”
He traced his finger along the smooth surface of the gemstone, the memory of him quietly placing the ring while you slept was as clear as yesterday in his mind.
The outline of your figure etched against the soft glow of dawn. Vivid shade of pinkish-red blemishes against your skin, evidence of the intense night shared between the two of you.
“It motivates me to finish my journey, so I can return to your embrace as soon as possible… Until you threw it away and I thought of the worst.”
You gazed at him in disbelief as he unveiled that the ring held far greater significance than you had ever imagined.
Who would have thought that he could charm the ring that way? Everything slowly made sense why he had immediately called you repeatedly moments after you threw the ring.
Then there was Aunt Talia rushing towards you, tousled and wide-eyed, far from her normally immaculate appearance as you made your way back down.
Barefooted, as if she had rushed out of her nearby house in a hurry.
He returned just two days after you had discarded the ring. When calls were left unanswered, he enlisted Thomas and his bodyguard.
You had threatened to call the police on Thomas when he couldn’t stop appearing in front of your front door. His bodyguard, the only one with a working mind it seemed, nodded in understanding and promptly ushered Thomas away from your doorstep.
“The ring reminds me of you,” longing laced your voice.
As you glanced down at the beauty, the sparkling gemstone and pearls seemed to reflect his hair and eye colour. Its elaborate design mirrored his complexity; intricate and beautiful yet multifaceted.
“And here I thought that you didn’t like the pearls I handpicked… I knew that it was too good to be true when the oysters were being friendlier than usual.” 
Pale skin crimsoned as he snapped his mouth shut. His flow of thoughts always seemed to have a mind of their own, escaping from his mouth before he could rein them in.
It was frustrating how you still found it endearing, even at times like this. Perhaps the lover you knew hadn’t changed much after all.
A heavy sigh escaped your lips, “Rafayel, you can't just waltz into my life again as if nothing happened.”
“I know I messed up, Y/N,” he admitted, his eyes pleading for understanding. “But I couldn’t stand away any longer.”
Despite your anger towards his actions, you couldn't deny how much you had missed him too.
He inched closer, giving you plenty of time to move away, however, you remained rooted to the spot.
Familiar strands of dusky purple hair, the very ones you had passionately tangled your fingers in as he ravished you the last time, just within arm's reach now.
A hand reached out, moving away your salty-breeze ruffled hair from covering your face.
“Why did you choose to see me again at last?”
Aunt Talia had invited you for a high tea, weeks after Rafayel's persistent attempts to see you finally ceased. Deep down, you knew that this was another attempt made by him. 
But you remembered how the older woman had opened her doors whenever the insecurity became too strong during his absence, and it felt disrespectful to sever ties just because you weren't ready to face her nephew.
“Rafayel is coming,” Aunt Talia calmly said moments earlier.
The clink of her cup meeting the saucer caused you to jerk, tea sloshing around your rose-adorned cup dangerously.
“You’re free to leave anytime, I’m not going to force you to meet him.”
Looking up, you found orchid-coloured eyes boring into yours.
“Just keep in mind that he will never stop searching for you. Yes, he’s selfish, but you know how us, Lemurians, are,” she sighed then, “ We're relentless when it comes to protecting what we cherish. And you, my dear, hold a special place in his heart.”
“I needed to understand why you did what you did, why you left without a word,” you finally admitted.
Regret flickered his eyes. “I should have been more considerate.” 
As his long fingers traced the curve of your jaw, your breath hitched. It had been too long since you felt his caress against your skin, and you found yourself longing for more.
Laboured breaths and dilated pupils told you that his body had reacted similarly. Finding the mutual desire in your eyes, he closed the gap between you without any word.
Lips collided in a fervent kiss. Fueled by a mix of pent-up pain and yearning. Each brush of his lips against yours was a plea for forgiveness, a desperate attempt to mend the fractures in your relationship.
Bodies molded together, fitting like pieces of a puzzle long overdue for completion. There was an insatiable hunger for each other that needed to be satisfied.
“I will wait for you, whenever you're ready to accept me again in your life,” he murmured gently as his lips parted from yours.
You met his gaze, seeing the sincerity in those bright orbs you loved so much, and felt a tug at your heart. Silently, he took your hand and slid the ring back onto your finger, to its rightful place.
The same lips that you had just kissed earlier were now on top of the lilac gemstone.
“Keep this so I know that you’re safe, and whenever you’re ready—” Artist's palms cradled your face, thumbs caressing your cheeks lovingly. “I’ll be waiting for you at the end of the aisle, witnessing your beauty wearing the veil I've designed just for you."
As the light faded on the horizon, you realised that perhaps this love was worth fighting for, even if it meant navigating through the perilous waters of forgiveness and redemption.
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ha-rinrin · 2 months ago
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Breaking Point
sequel of this fic
wordcount: 6,4k
pairing: Jinx x fem!reader
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As you wandered further from the hideout, the cool night air stung your skin. Your footsteps echoed through the deserted streets, each one carrying you further away from her and the chaos you’d left behind. The city lights flickered distantly, barely cutting through the darkness that felt as thick and oppressive as the turmoil inside you. Every step you took felt like you were leaving behind more than just a place—you were leaving behind a part of yourself, the part that belonged to her.
Maybe it’s for the best, you told yourself, but the words felt hollow. You’d fought for Jinx with everything you had, loved her fiercely despite the havoc she wreaked. But now, after everything, the weight of it had finally become too much. And so, you kept walking.
Her voice haunted you, the last bitter words of your argument replaying over and over. Maybe you already have. The rawness of it cut deep, like a wound you couldn’t close. You kept walking, but each step was heavier than the last.
The streets twisted and turned, taking you to the farthest edges of the city, away from the hideout and everything tied to her.
Still, despite everything, a small part of you held onto the impossible hope that Jinx would follow. That she’d show up—wild, breathless, cursing you out for leaving, just so she could pull you back in. But the hours dragged on, and she didn’t come.
You finally stopped walking, staring blankly at the dark sky, the stars faintly visible through the city’s haze. It was so quiet here, too quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos that usually surrounded her. The longer the silence stretched, the more aimless you felt, like without her pull, you weren’t sure where to go next.
You had left to give her space. To let her be free. Or maybe, deep down, it was to protect yourself from watching her spiral into self-destruction, knowing there was nothing you could do to stop it.
The night crawled by, the weight of your choices pressing down like a heavy fog. As the city remained distant and indifferent, you wondered if she even realized you were gone. If she cared. Or if she’d already shrugged it off, just another piece of wreckage in the storm she left behind.
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Back at the hideout, hours had passed since Jinx stormed out after the explosive argument, and when she finally returned, the silence was almost suffocating. She had expected to see you sitting there, brooding in the corner, or maybe pacing the room in frustration. But there was nothing—no sign of you at all. The place felt eerily empty, as if you had never been there in the first place.
The silence was almost unbearable for Jinx. She told herself she didn’t care. That she was fine on her own. She didn’t need anyone—especially not someone who tried to tame her, to keep her from the only thing that made her feel alive.
But as the minutes ticked by, the reality started to creep in, settling like a lead weight in her chest. Shadows danced around the dimly lit hideout, twisting and warping like her thoughts.
"You're losing it, Jinx," a voice chimed in her head, soft and familiar, dripping with that playful sarcasm she had grown to hate. Mylo. "You can’t even handle a little argument? Look at you, sulking like a kicked puppy."
She glanced at the door more times than she’d admit, waiting to hear the sound of your return. Waiting for your voice to cut through the quiet, to argue, to fight, to be there. But it never came. And the longer the silence stretched, the more she realized you weren’t coming back.
“Fuck,” she muttered, kicking a wrench across the room. It clattered against the wall with a dull thud, but it didn’t give her the satisfaction she craved. Everything felt too empty. Too still.
“She’s gone. You scared her away.” Mylo’s voice mocked, echoing in the back of her mind.
“Shut up!” Jinx snapped, gripping the edges of the table as her heart raced. She sank into a chair, hands running through her blue hair as frustration gnawed at her. Jinx wasn’t one to reflect, to dwell on emotions. That wasn’t her style. But now, in the absence of your presence, all she could think about was the fight—the hurt that had flashed across your face, the sound of the door slamming behind her.
You had left. Really left. And she wasn’t sure if she could handle that.
Jinx kicked her feet up on the table, staring blankly at the chaos of her workbench. The tools, the bombs, the sketches—everything that made her who she was. But without you there, without your steadying presence, it all felt… meaningless.
“Why’d you have to go?” she muttered under her breath, anger and confusion swirling in her chest. She didn’t need you—she’d convinced herself of that. But the empty space you left behind told a different story.
“You pushed her away, didn’t you?” Mylo continued, his voice smooth like silk, taunting. “Just like always. Why can’t you just let people care about you? It’s pathetic, Jinx.”
“You’re wrong!” she shouted into the emptiness, her voice cracking. “I don’t need anyone!”
But deep down, the doubt twisted like a knife. She remembered how it felt to have you close, your laughter, your fierce determination to pull her from the edge of her chaos. It was intoxicating, and that thought alone made her feel weak.
“Admit it. You miss her. You’re scared she won’t come back,” Mylo pressed, and the corners of the room seemed to darken as shadows crept closer, tightening around her like a noose.
You’ll come back, she told herself. You always did. You couldn’t stay away. But as the hours ticked by and the night deepened, the gnawing doubt in her chest grew louder.
What if this time, you really weren’t coming back?
“Look at you, sitting here waiting for a miracle,” Mylo laughed, the sound echoing in her mind. “What’s next? Are you going to throw a tantrum like a child again? Pathetic.”
Jinx squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head. ��Stop it! Just leave me alone!” But the voice persisted, wrapping around her thoughts like a vine, suffocating her resolve.
“Leave you alone? Why would I? You’re the one who keeps digging your own grave. You think you’re invincible, but we both know you’re just a mess,” Mylo continued, and with each word, the shadows thickened, growing more substantial, wrapping around her like a familiar embrace.
Jinx’s breathing quickened, and she felt the walls closing in. “I’m not a mess! I can handle this!” she shouted, but it rang hollow even to her own ears.
The tools on her workbench blurred, and suddenly she was back in the chaos of that mission, explosions ringing in her ears. Mylo’s laughter echoed, haunting her. “See? You can’t even keep it together in a fight. What makes you think you can handle this?”
She slammed her palms against the table, trying to anchor herself in the moment, but the visions crashed over her like waves. Shadows morphed into shapes, flickering with her memories—the chaos, the destruction, and then your face, the hurt etched in every line.
“No!” she screamed, desperate to push the memories away, to drown out the voice that echoed her deepest fears. But it was no use. The hallucinations clawed at her mind, dragging her into an abyss of regret and confusion.
“Maybe it’s time to face the truth,” Mylo’s voice whispered, low and menacing. “You’re just a chaotic little girl trying to play with the big boys. And now, look where that’s gotten you. Alone.”
Tears burned in her eyes as the weight of the world pressed down on her chest. “I don’t want to be alone,” she murmured, the admission escaping before she could stop it.
“Then do something about it,” Mylo urged, his tone shifting, almost sympathetic. “But we both know you won’t. You’re just going to sit here and let her slip away.”
Jinx trembled, the realization crashing over her like a tidal wave. “No… I can’t let her go. I can’t.” The shadows receded slightly, as if sensing her determination, but they still lingered, whispering their doubts.
The night stretched on, and she remained rooted to that spot, torn between the chaos in her mind and the longing for you to return.
“I need you,” she whispered into the darkness, but the silence that answered felt like a chasm opening up inside her, threatening to swallow her whole.
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The night sky stretched out like an endless abyss as Jinx climbed the worn staircase to her favorite rooftop hideout. The air was cool and crisp, but a heat pulsed through her veins, fueled by memories of you—memories that both comforted and tormented her. This was the place where chaos met solace, where laughter echoed off the walls of her mind.
As she stepped onto the rooftop, the city sprawled beneath her, a glittering sea of lights and shadows. But it was the weight of silence that pressed down on her—a silence heavy with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. She leaned against the ledge, her heart racing, caught between the thrill of her reckless decisions and the ache of your absence.
“Damn it,” she muttered under her breath, frustration bubbling up. Memories surged like a tidal wave: your laughter, the way your eyes sparkled when you spoke about your dreams, the warmth of your presence that made her feel alive. Moments flashed before her like quicksilver—sneaking into the city’s underground, dancing under the stars, sharing secrets whispered between heartbeats.
She felt a pang in her chest, a sharp reminder of what she had lost. The chaos she embraced had always felt exhilarating, but now it seemed empty without you. “I don’t need anyone,” she insisted, but the words felt hollow, echoing back at her from the void.
The wind howled around her, and she closed her eyes, trying to block out the reality of her solitude. But then came the voice, slithering into her mind like a serpent—Mylo. “You really think you can do this alone, Jinx? Look where that got you. Alone, again.”
“Shut up,” she hissed, shaking her head as if to dispel his presence. The taunts stung, igniting a fire of anger within her. “I’m not alone. I’m fine on my own.”
But deep down, the truth gnawed at her. She had run from vulnerability, pushing you away in a desperate attempt to prove herself. And now, standing here, she felt the chasm of her choices yawn wide, threatening to swallow her whole.
Jinx’s hands clenched into fists as she fought back against the tide of emotions. She thought of the last time she saw you—the hurt in your eyes as she spat out words she didn’t mean, her own fear disguised as bravado. It was easier to shove you away than to let you see the disarray inside her, the vulnerability that threatened to break her.
Then, as if drawn by some unseen force, she stepped closer to the edge of the rooftop. The city lay sprawled below her, vibrant yet distant. “Why did I push you away?” she murmured, her voice trembling as the weight of realization crashed over her.
The truth hit her like a punch to the gut. “Because you’re scared.” Tears welled in her eyes, and she bit her lip to stifle a sob. “Scared of losing the one person who makes you feel… anything.”
The floodgates opened, and the memories surged like a tidal wave. Each shared glance, each fleeting touch—it all came rushing back, and she could feel the warmth of your presence wrapping around her like a comforting embrace. But you weren’t here now, and the absence felt like a void she couldn’t fill.
“What if I lose you for good?” she whispered into the night, raw vulnerability spilling from her lips. The thought struck her like lightning, illuminating the dark corners of her heart. She could feel it—the fear of being alone, the aching need to connect, to be understood.
With a shuddering breath, Jinx let the emotions wash over her, feeling more exposed than she had ever been. The weight of her own chaos pressed down on her, but beneath it all was the realization that she didn’t have to bear it alone.
“I can’t keep running,” she admitted, the truth carving its way out of her. “I need you. I don’t just want you—I need you, I love you”
Suddenly, the city didn’t seem so vast and empty. A flicker of hope ignited within her—a spark of determination to reach out, to bridge the chasm she had created. She would find you, and she would tell you the truth that had been buried beneath layers of her chaos.
“I’m going to make this right,” she vowed to the night sky, her heart racing with a mix of fear and anticipation. “I’ll find you, and I’ll show you just how much you mean to me.”
Jinx turned away from the edge, her spirit ignited by the revelation. She wasn’t just chaos; she was capable of love, connection, and vulnerability. And with that realization, she took her first steps back into the vibrant, chaotic life that awaited her—ready to reclaim the connection that had once brought her so much joy.
As Jinx turned away from the ledge, a mixture of determination and dread flooded her. She had finally acknowledged her feelings, and for the first time in a long while, she felt a flicker of hope. But the reality of her situation loomed larger than ever—she had pushed you away, and the thought of you not being there to hear her confession felt like a blade twisting in her heart.
“I’ll find you,” she whispered, but the words felt fragile against the vastness of the city. She sprinted down the staircase, adrenaline coursing through her veins, but each step echoed with the weight of her past mistakes. Memories flashed in her mind, each one a reminder of the pain she had caused and the walls she had built around her heart.
The streets were alive with the pulse of the night, the distant laughter of revelers contrasting sharply with the chaos swirling inside her. She navigated the familiar paths, her mind racing with what-ifs. What if you had really left her for good? What if her impulsive decisions had finally driven you away?
Arriving at your usual meeting spot, she stopped short. The alleyway was empty, devoid of the warmth that once filled it. A heavy silence draped over her, amplifying the gnawing anxiety in her chest. She clenched her fists, fighting back the rising tide of panic. “You can’t be gone. You can’t be…”
The realization hit her like a punch to the gut—she had always taken you for granted. Your steadfast presence, your unwavering support—it was a lifeline she had foolishly dismissed. And now, standing alone in the dark, she felt the sting of regret seep into her bones.
“I’m so stupid,” she muttered to herself, pacing in the shadows. Her thoughts turned dark, spiraling into a whirlpool of self-loathing. “You wanted me to be better, and I just pushed you away. What if you don’t forgive me?”
With urgency coursing through her veins, Jinx darted into the night, her heart pounding louder than the distant sounds of the city. She felt the weight of her unspoken confession hang in the air like a storm cloud, threatening to swallow her whole. Each step she took was a frantic attempt to reverse the damage she'd done, to erase the memories of pushing you away.
She bolted toward your apartment, the key in her pocket feeling heavier than it ever had. As she reached the familiar door, hope surged within her. Maybe you were just inside, waiting for her to return and explain everything.
But as she turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open, a chill swept over her. The apartment was dark and empty, the silence echoing back at her like a taunt. The space felt cold and unwelcoming, devoid of the laughter and warmth that had once filled it.
“Where are you?” she whispered, her voice trembling as she stepped inside. Her heart sank further as she scanned the room, searching for any sign of you—a discarded jacket, a familiar scent, anything that might anchor her to the moment.
Panic clawed at her chest. “You have to be here…” she murmured, her mind racing. The walls seemed to close in on her, reminding her of all the times she had taken your presence for granted. She ran a hand through her blue hair, frustration boiling over. “Why did I let you go?”
Jinx moved through the apartment, her fingers grazing the furniture as if trying to connect with the memories that lingered in the air. She made her way to your bedroom, hoping against hope that maybe you were just hiding away, needing time. But the bed was neatly made, untouched since she'd last been there.
“No, no, no…” she muttered, the words a desperate chant as she backed out of the room. She could feel her heart racing, and the anxiety bubbled into anger. She needed to find you, to make things right. “This is all my fault!”
She tore herself away from the apartment and burst back into the night, determination mingling with despair. The city felt enormous, and each familiar street only amplified her sense of loss. Where could you be? A flash of inspiration struck her—your favorite café.
Running through the alleys, her breath came in sharp gasps. The café was dimly lit, the familiar scent of coffee wafting through the air. As she entered, hope flickered like a candle in the wind, but it quickly extinguished as she scanned the room. You were nowhere to be seen.
“Please…” she whispered, desperation creeping into her voice. “I can’t lose you. Not like this.” She sank into a chair, the weight of her regrets crashing down around her. Memories flooded her mind—moments shared, laughter, the warmth of your touch—each one a reminder of what she stood to lose.
Jinx buried her head in her hands, fighting the tears that threatened to spill over. She was alone, and the realization stung deeper than anything she had ever felt.
“God, I’m such an idiot,” she choked out, letting the anguish wash over her. “I thought I could do this on my own, but I was wrong. I need you…”
But as the minutes stretched on, the absence of your presence loomed larger than ever, and she was left grappling with the harsh reality—she had to find you before it was too late.
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You hurried back to your apartment, heart racing with each step, you needed to calm down. you turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open.
The moment you stepped inside, you felt an unsettling chill. Something was off.
“Jinx?” you called out, your voice trembling. The silence that followed felt deafening, amplifying the sense of dread settling in your gut.
You moved cautiously toward the bedroom, each step feeling heavier than the last. The door was slightly ajar, and when you pushed it open, your heart sank.
Your desk was a mess—papers were scattered, some with frantic doodles that only Jinx could have drawn. The small box where you kept mementos from your time together was ajar, its contents mixed and disorganized. A couple of your favorite photos, ones that Jinx had taken during happier times, were carelessly tossed aside.
She had been here. Your breath hitched in your throat as the realization crashed over you. She had searched for you.
Panic coursed through your veins. Where had she gone? Did she really came searching you? You reached for your phone, dialing her number, but it went straight to voicemail. you whispered, panic gripping you. 
“Jinx, where are you?” you whispered, heart pounding as you took off down the hallway, determined to find her
As you ran, a thought nagged at you: Had she really pushed you away? Or had you both been caught in a web of chaos that neither of you could untangle? It was terrifying, the thought of losing the connection you had forged together, but you had to believe that there was still a chance.
Finally, your feet carried you to her favorite rooftop hideout.
The moment you reached the top, your breath caught in your throat. There she was, sitting at the edge of the roof, her legs dangling precariously over the side, eyes staring blankly into the dark expanse of the city below. The wind tousled her hair—those familiar blue strands that caught the faint glow of the distant streetlights. She hadn’t heard you approach, or maybe she had, but she didn’t move, didn’t acknowledge you.
You hesitated for a second, unsure if you should call out or move closer. There was something different about her posture, a heavy stillness that sent chills down your spine. She looked small up there, so unlike the wild, reckless force of nature she usually was. In that moment, she looked… lost.
“Jinx,” you finally called softly, your voice carrying on the wind.
She stiffened at the sound of your voice, her hands gripping the edge of the roof just a little tighter. For a moment, she didn’t turn around, didn’t say anything, and your heart raced as the silence stretched painfully long.
Then, slowly, she glanced over her shoulder, her eyes meeting yours. They were red-rimmed, swollen—evidence of tears she had tried to hide. It was a rare sight, seeing Jinx like this. The hardness, the sharpness that usually defined her seemed to have crumbled, leaving only raw vulnerability behind.
“You… came back,” she whispered, her voice hoarse as if she had been crying for hours.
“Of course I did,” you said, taking a cautious step toward her. “I couldn’t leave things like that.”
She turned back to stare at the skyline, her shoulders slumping further. “I thought you were done with me… Thought you’d finally realized that I’m too broken to fix.”
The words stung, cutting through the tension like a blade. You moved closer, careful not to startle her. “I never said that,” you replied softly, sitting down beside her on the edge. “Jinx, you’re not broken.”
She let out a hollow, bitter laugh, her fingers toying with her hair. “Aren’t I? Look at me. I screw up everything I touch. I ruin things, push people away… even the ones I care about most.”
Her voice wavered, and you could hear the pain in every word. She had built up walls around herself for so long, masking her insecurities, but under the stars, those walls were falling apart.
“I didn’t mean to push you away,” she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. “I just… I don’t know how to stop. It’s like I’m always stuck in this loop—one minute, I’m fine, and the next… everything’s spinning out of control, and I’m dragging you into the mess.”
You reached out, your hand resting gently on her knee, offering comfort in the only way you could. “Jinx, I’m not going anywhere. I’m not afraid of your chaos, or your mistakes, or anything else. We’re in this together.”
She shook her head, her bangs falling into her face, shielding her eyes from you. “But I hurt you. I said things—”
“Things you didn’t mean,” you interrupted softly. “I know you, Jinx. I know when you’re angry, you lash out. But that’s not who you really are. I’ve seen the real you.”
She went quiet for a long moment, her breathing shaky. “I don’t deserve you,” she muttered, her voice cracking again. “I don’t even know why you bother with me. I’m just going to mess up again, you know that, right?”
You leaned closer, your hand gently tilting her chin so she had no choice but to look at you. Her wide, tear-filled eyes met yours, and in that moment, all the walls she had built around herself seemed to crumble.
“I bother because I love you,” you said, your voice steady, filled with conviction. “I love you for who you are, even when you’re a mess. I’m not giving up on you, Jinx. Not ever.”
For the first time in what felt like hours, Jinx’s expression softened, a flicker of something like hope crossing her face. Her lips parted as if to say something, but the words got caught in her throat. She swallowed hard, her eyes searching yours, as if she was trying to make sense of the fact that you were still here, still by her side.
“I’m sorry,” she finally whispered, the words thick with emotion. “For everything.”
You shook your head gently, a soft smile tugging at your lips. “You don’t have to keep apologizing. We’ll figure it out. Together.”
Jinx hesitated, her fingers twitching as if she didn’t know what to do with them. And then, slowly, she leaned into you, resting her head against your shoulder. Her body trembled slightly, and you could feel the weight of all her emotions pressing against you, but for the first time tonight, she seemed to relax just a little.
The two of you sat there in silence, staring out at the city as the night stretched on. Jinx’s breathing steadied, and her hand found yours, squeezing it tightly as if grounding herself in the moment. The chaos of the world around you seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the two of you, sitting together under the vast, starry sky.
For a brief moment, everything felt right. You had her back—both of you were here, together, and maybe, just maybe, that was enough to fix the cracks.
But peace never lasted long in Jinx’s world.
And you knew why.
Jinx's breath hitched, her body tensing as if the air itself had changed, the storm in her mind returning without warning. She winced, her hands twitching as if trying to fight off some invisible threat. You watched her eyes darting around, wide and panicked, like she was searching for an escape from something only she could hear.
“No… no, not again,” she whispered, her voice shaky, almost pleading with herself.
“Jinx?” you asked softly, concern creeping into your voice. You shifted slightly, turning to face her, but she didn’t respond. It was as if she was somewhere else entirely. The tremor in her hand grew stronger, and you could feel her grip tightening painfully.
“They won’t stop,” she muttered under her breath, her head shaking as if trying to dislodge the thoughts. “They won’t leave me alone. Why won’t they stop?”
The voices. You knew what she meant, even if she never spoke of them directly. They always lurked in the background, festering in her mind, feeding her darkest fears and doubts. You’d seen it before—the way she would suddenly lose herself, her eyes unfocused, her breath shallow, caught in a battle no one else could see.
“Jinx, I’m right here,” you whispered, hoping your voice could somehow reach her through the storm raging inside her head. “You’re safe.”
But she wasn’t hearing you, her breathing quickening as the torment clawed deeper. Her hands flew to her head, fingers digging into her scalp as if trying to silence the voices. "Shut up, shut up, shut up..." she mumbled, her voice growing more frantic, each word a desperate plea.
You saw the cracks forming, the way her entire body trembled with the weight of the mental war waging inside her. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her nails digging into her skin, drawing lines of pain across her temple. She stumbled to her feet, pulling away from you, pacing in frantic circles, her chest heaving.
“Jinx, talk to me—what are they saying?” you asked, your heart breaking as you watched her fall apart. She looked so fragile, so broken in that moment, a far cry from the fierce, unstoppable force you knew her to be.
“They keep telling me…” she gasped, her voice thick with fear and anguish, “they keep telling me I’m no good. That I mess everything up… That I’ll hurt you. I can’t… I can’t make them stop.”
Her words shattered you. You knew she carried this guilt with her everywhere, but hearing it so clearly—hearing how the voices fed her insecurities and ripped her apart—was unbearable.
“It’s not true, Jinx,” you said, standing and stepping closer to her, trying to reach her before she spiraled further. “You’re not who they say you are.”
But she barely heard you, her mind swirling with the weight of the past—those voices, the memories of all the times she’d been told she was a monster. Mylo’s voice, haunting her, whispering that she was a jinx, that everything she touched turned to ruin.
“Why did you even come back?” she choked out suddenly, her eyes wild and full of fear. “Why don’t you leave like the others? You should leave before I destroy you too”
Her words hit you like a punch to the gut, and tears welled in your eyes as you saw how terrified she was—of herself, of losing you, of becoming the very thing she feared most. Her fingers shook as they hovered near her belt, where her pistol rested, the weight of her chaotic thoughts driving her to desperate measures.
“Jinx, stop,” you said urgently, stepping closer as she backed away, her hand trembling near the gun. “You don’t need to listen to them. You’re not alone.”
But she wasn’t hearing you anymore. The voices were too loud, drowning out everything else. They twisted her thoughts, filling her with shame, with guilt, with the idea that she was beyond saving. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes wide with terror as she gripped the pistol, pulling it free though she didn’t aim it at you.
“I’m dangerous,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face. “I always hurt people. I ruin everything. They’re right… they’re always right.”
“No, they’re not,” you said, your own tears falling now as you took another step toward her, hands raised in surrender. “They don’t know you like I do. Please, Jinx, just let me in. You don’t have to fight this alone.”
But she shook her head violently, her sobs growing louder as the voices overwhelmed her. “You don’t get it!” she screamed, her hands trembling so badly that the gun almost slipped in her grasp. “They won’t stop—no matter what I do, they’re always there, telling me I’ll destroy everything!”
Her grip tightened around the pistol, though she didn’t raise it to aim. Her hands were shaking, violently, uncontrollably, the gun trembling in her grasp like a reflection of the chaos in her mind. Tears streamed down her face as she stood before you, raw, vulnerable, and completely overwhelmed by the storm inside her head.
You stepped forward carefully, your heart hammering in your chest. “Jinx, it’s okay. I’m here. You don’t have to listen to them. You’re not dangerous. You’re not the things they say.”
But she shook her head violently, her body trembling more with every second. “No… you don’t understand,” she sobbed, her voice cracking under the weight of her panic. “I’m a mess. I… I can’t stop it. They keep telling me I’ll destroy everything, that I’ll destroy you—just like I did before.”
Her fingers twitched uncontrollably around the handle of the pistol, and you saw the fear in her eyes. She was terrified—not of you, but of herself, of what she might do, of what the voices were driving her toward. Her entire body trembled with the force of her emotions, her mind fraying at the edges, barely holding on.
“I love you,” you whispered, tears pooling in your eyes as you stepped closer. “Jinx, I’m not leaving. No matter what they say. I’m not afraid of you.”
But your words only seemed to shatter her more, her hands shaking so badly now that she could barely hold onto the gun. Her breath came in quick, shallow gasps, her chest heaving as the weight of the voices pushed her closer to the edge. She was unraveling before your eyes, slipping away into the chaos that threatened to consume her.
“Why do you stay?” she rasped, her voice thick with tears and anguish. “Why aren’t you afraid of me?”
You swallowed hard, your own heart breaking at the sight of her falling apart. “Because I know you,” you said softly. “I know who you really are. You’re not your mistakes, Jinx. You’re not the chaos. You’re so much more.”
But she wasn’t hearing you anymore. Her mind was spiraling, her thoughts fractured by the voices that screamed in her head, telling her she was a monster, telling her she would ruin everything, just like she had before.
You saw it happening, the way her body seized up, the way her breath hitched in her throat, and then—
Her finger slipped.
The sound of the gunshot ripped through the air, sharp and deafening in the stillness of the night.
For a moment, everything was frozen. Jinx’s wide, horrified eyes locked onto yours, her mouth opening in a silent scream as she realized what had just happened. Her face crumpled in shock, in disbelief, as if she couldn’t comprehend what she had done.
You stumbled backward, the world swaying beneath you as pain exploded through your body. Your hand flew instinctively to your stomach, where the bullet had struck, blood already seeping through your fingers, warm and sticky. Your legs gave out beneath you, sending you crashing to the ground, your breath coming in ragged gasps as the cold began to seep into your bones.
“No,” Jinx’s voice was a broken, frantic sob as she dropped the gun and rushed to your side, her hands shaking as she pressed down on your wound, trying desperately to stop the bleeding. “No, no, no—please, no! I didn’t mean to—I swear, I didn’t mean to—don’t leave me!”
Your vision blurred as the pain took hold, each breath a struggle. You tried to focus on her, to reach for her, but your body was failing you. Jinx’s sobs filled your ears, her hands desperately trying to stop the inevitable
You gasped for breath, the world around you fading in and out of focus. Jinx’s frantic cries echoed in your ears, a haunting melody of despair that sliced through the fog of pain. You tried to hold onto her, to anchor yourself in the moment, but darkness crept in at the edges of your vision, pulling you away from her grasp.
“Jinx…” you whispered, your voice barely a rasp, barely there. “I’m… I’m okay…”
But even as you said the words, you could feel the truth slipping away, like sand through your fingers. You wanted to comfort her, to tell her everything would be fine, but the pain was too much. Each breath sent fresh waves of agony coursing through you, threatening to drown you in despair.
“Don’t say that! Please, just hold on! Help is coming—I’ll get you help!” she cried, her hands trembling as she applied pressure to your wound, blood soaking her fingers. Her voice was thick with tears, each word laced with desperation. “You can’t leave me! Not now! I love you!”
“I love you more,” you managed to say, forcing a smile even as the edges of your vision blurred. “You’ll be okay… I’m here…”
But her face twisted in anguish, her tears falling onto your skin, mingling with the blood. “No! Don’t say that! Don’t you dare say that!” she screamed, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. “I can’t lose you! I can’t!”
With every second, you felt yourself slipping away, the warmth of her hands growing distant. The night air felt colder, the world around you growing dimmer. You could see the stars beginning to blur into one another, a cosmic whirlpool drawing you in, and it scared you.
“Jinx…” you murmured, trying to focus on her face, the one thing that anchored you to this world. “You’re… You’re… so much more than this chaos…”
“No!” she cried, shaking her head as if trying to get you to stay. “You don’t get to say that! You’re my light—you’re everything to me! You’re not allowed to leave me! I won’t let you!”
You felt a warmth spreading through your body, but it wasn’t the warmth of her touch or her love—it was a chill that stole the heat from your limbs, a shadow creeping into your consciousness. You tried to reach for her, your fingers brushing against her wrist, but the connection felt tenuous, like trying to hold onto smoke.
“Jinx…” your voice came out weak, barely above a whisper. “I’m scared…”
“Don’t be,” she whispered back, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears, filled with a fierce, desperate determination. “You’re not alone. I’m here. I’ll always be here. Just hold on a little longer. Help is coming. Just stay with me!”
But you could see the doubt flickering in her eyes, the fear that she couldn’t shake—the same fear that had haunted her all this time. The thought of losing you, the weight of her past mistakes crashing down around her like a tidal wave. You wished you could take that burden from her, wished you could ease the pain that was consuming her.
“Promise me,” you whispered, your voice fading. “Promise me… you’ll find… your way back.”
Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she shook her head vehemently. “I don’t care about myself! Just stay with me! Please! I can’t lose you!”
But the darkness was closing in, wrapping around you like a shroud. The world felt so far away, like you were floating, drifting further and further from her grasp. You struggled to keep your eyes open, to focus on her, but it was becoming impossible.
“I love you…” you managed to choke out, the words barely escaping your lips. “You’re… everything… to me…”
Her sobs echoed in your ears as she held you tighter, her body shaking with the force of her grief. “You can’t leave me! You can’t! I need you! I need you!”
With one last, shuddering breath, you let the warmth of her love wash over you, letting it be the last thing you felt.
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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 months ago
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Long Snake Moan 1
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My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Character: Loki
Summary: your boss gives you a task you're not prepared for.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️
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“I think it’s best it comes from you,” Tony pats your shoulder. You stare at him in disbelief. 
“Me?” You bat your eyes dumbly. “But I just... I’m just passing along the information--” 
“Look, sweetheart, I’m in the middle of a PR crisis here.” He flashes his phone screen at you. The talk of Stark Tower has been his latest disaster out in the middle of nowhere. Usually, these things are forgotten but an unfortunate post has made the rounds. “You delivered the message perfectly, you can do it again.” 
“But, sir, with due respect, this isn’t exactly in my job description.” You walk backwards as he strides around his desk and tucks his phone away. 
“Your job is to do what I tell you to do. Now,” he looks at you, his eyes flicking up and down, “I think you’re the best possible carrier pigeon for this. Look at you. That ungodly asshole can’t be mad at you and I definitely am not telling him. Not without another explosion and I’m on probation right now.” He taps his chest and his suit expands around his body. “His brother should be wandering around, maybe he can help control the beast.” 
“Sir, don’t make me do this--” He goes to the window and hits the button to pop out the pane. 
“I pay you well enough, sweetheart, so get to work.” He jumps out and his helmet covers his head, blue flame blasting from his heels and gloves as he takes off into the sky.  
You cringe and look down. You should quit. You’ve been reciting the mantra to yourself for months; quit, quit, quit. You wish you had that choice. So far, your resume hasn’t baited any takers. Even with all your work for Stark Industries. Considering who your reference is, you’re starting to wonder. 
You glance around and steel yourself. You walk out of the office and down the hall. Your low heels click, in slow tempo with your dread. You trawl the top floor, searching for a certain blond giant. Thor isn’t anywhere to be found. You’ll have to try the compound... maybe you could just give them a call. 
No, you know Mr. Stark wouldn’t like that. Even if you could get a hold of either of the Asgardians, your boss would make you face the music in person. You take out your phone and scroll through the contacts. Most of them, you’ve never had to call, they’re only there for emergencies and usually, you’re not the one calling them for that. 
You put the phone to your ear as it dials. It rolls for so long, you’re certain you’ll get the voicemail. It picks up at the last moment, the line buzzing and unclear. 
“Hel-lo?” Thor’s deep baritone greets you. “It is the little assistant, yes?” 
You can just make out his hazy words. “Yes, Mr. Odinson? Can you hear me?” 
He laughs and you hear him shuffling around. The crackling stops and the line clears. “Mr. Odinson. You Midgardians. It’s Thor.” 
“Yes, Thor, well, um, where are you?” 
“Is there something the matter?” He asks as his tone turns dire. “Where are you, little one?” 
You ignore the question tossed back at you and clear your throat. “Um, it’s about... um, I think it would be best if we had this discussion face to face but Mr. Stark told me to pass on some news and yeah... I’d like to meet up if poss--” 
“Little one!” Thor appears before you, out of breath, his phone clutched in his hand. He didn’t hear a damn thing you just said. You smile. You’ve trained that expression so well, it’s almost believable. “Where is the danger?” 
You almost laugh. It’s endearing to have him so concerned. You doubt his brother will be as accommodating. 
“Hi, uh, like I said, it’s nothing serious. It’s erm, do you know where you brother is?” Your voice hits a pitch so high it makes your ears hurt. 
“Ugh, what has he done now? I swear, I’ve told him--” 
“It’s nothing he’s done. Well, it’s kind of it. Okay, um, Thor, I need to talk to your brother.” 
“Loki? You need to talk to him? No one wants to talk to Loki,” he narrows his eyes in consternation. 
“Yes, well, I have a job to do. I’d also appreciate if you’d be there to, you know, act as mediator,” you make yourself small as you push your shoulders up to your ears. “Please?” 
“Of course, little one, of course, let us go find that snake!” He grabs your arm before you can react and almost has you off your feet as he drags you down the hall. “I left him in the lobby. He isn’t fond of this place.” 
Maybe that will make this all easier, you think. 
Thor doesn’t slow down. You stumble with him as you struggle to keep your shoes from falling off. You tap his arm as you get to the elevator. 
“Really, we can take our time,” you assure him as he jams his finger into the down button.  
You’re really in no hurry for any of this. You’re almost hoping that if you put this off longer, someone else might just come along and tell them for you. You know that won’t happen but you can hope. Even so, Tony has more important things to do and as usual, you’re left with his grunt work. 
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eatmyheartoutjpg · 14 days ago
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𓇻 𝗔𝗠𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗔 ʲᵃʸᶜᵉ ᵗᵃˡⁱˢ ˣ ᵍⁿ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ
𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ;; Headcanons. Rom. SFW. Jayce gets amnesia and seems to forget you're in a relationship, queue him falling in love with you and trying to woo you all over again. 𝘼/𝙉 ;; I'm losing time and motivation with finals.. posts might be slowing down guys!!
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— Jayce’s amnesia was from an unexpected lab accident while testing one of his latest inventions (one Viktor said not to go through with)
— As usual, anything with Hextech has good odds of exploding. The explosion left Jayce with a few injuries, but nothing major as he was luckily able to scramble away before impact.
— One issue, Jayce hit his head hard. And it seems like his memories are fragmented, scattered about.
— Viktor is the one who informs you about his condition, and though he’s not one for sentimentality, he gives you a subtle "good luck" look, clearly amused by the situation
— When Jayce first sees you after waking up, he immediately recognizes you as someone important but can’t quite place why. His heart races, but he assumes it’s because you’re ridiculously attractive.
— “Wow, uh, hi. Do we… work together?” He stumbles over his words, completely oblivious to the fact that he’s greeted you every morning with a kiss for months.
— You quickly learn that trying to convince him about your relationship outright doesn’t work. He seems too embarrassed to believe it’s true without some "evidence."
— Even with amnesia, his personality remained the same
— Jayce quickly becomes enamored with your kindness and presence. Even though he doesn't remember your relationship, he finds himself gravitating toward you, making excuses to spend more time together.
— He gets flustered and awkward whenever you’re near, suddenly back to his old self before you were a couple—blushing and overthinking every word he says to you (you thought it was quite cute)
— Viktor watches the entire thing like it’s his favorite drama series, sometimes quietly muttering, “You’re pathetic” when Jayce nervously rehearses ways to ask you out (he's dealt with it the first time, doesn't need a second)
— Jayce goes full “romantic mode,” thinking he’s trying to impress you for the first time. Flowers start appearing at your desk, hand-picked (poorly arranged, but cute nonetheless).
— He invites you to “lunch meetings” that are just dates in disguise. “I thought we could brainstorm over some food?” he says, a little too enthusiastically.
— If you asked where Viktor was, his actual lab partner, he'd shrug and say "He's.. busy"
— His love for grand gestures definitely resurfaced.
— One day, he shows up with a personalized invention—a tiny mechanical gadget shaped like a flower that lights up when you touch it. You don’t have the heart to tell him it’s the same gift he gave you on your last anniversary, but it does warm your heart nonetheless
— Overtime,Jayce gets fleeting moments where things feel oddly familiar. When you instinctively reach for his hand while walking, he feels a spark of recognition but chalks it up to an imagination.
— At one point, you accidentally call him by an affectionate nickname you’ve always used. He freezes, a blush creeping up his neck, and mutters, “I… I think I like when you call me that.”
— And besides that, Jayce gets adorably jealous when anyone else seems to monopolize your attention, even though he can’t quite figure out why he feels so protective over someone he isn't even with
— If someone flirts with you, he awkwardly but assertively inserts himself into the conversation. “Oh, I think they’re busy with me right now.”
— He tries to subtly fish for information about your "type," not realizing he’s literally your type.
— Though tempted to tell him everything outright, you realize how sweet it is to watch him fall for you all over again. It’s like reliving the honeymoon phase of your relationship.
— Everyone else doesn't feel the same, Mel and Viktor both felt a mix of amusement and exhaustion at the constant lovesick rambling Jayce, always talking about you
— Jayce, when he first fell in love with you, was so apparent. But again? It's a romcom at this point.
— Sometimes you drop small hints about your history together. “Funny, you used to make me coffee just like this,” you tease when he tries to impress you with his barista skills.
— At one point, you jokingly ask, “What if I told you we were already dating?” His immediate reaction—widened eyes and a nervous laugh—makes your heart melt.
— After weeks of awkward flirting and unspoken tension, Jayce can’t hold it in any longer. He confesses his feelings in classic dramatic fashion, stumbling over his words but sincere.
— “I know this might sound crazy, but I think… I’m falling for you. Or maybe I’ve already fallen—I don’t know. I just know I don’t want to mess this up.”
— You decide it’s time to fill in the gaps, gently telling him about your relationship. He’s stunned at first but quickly shifts to a mix of relief and happiness. “Wait, so I already got to be with you? And I forgot?! I must be the luckiest idiot alive.”
— Once Jayce knows the truth, he’s even more determined to make up for lost time, showering you with affection and doubling down on all the little things he thinks he missed.
— The two of you create new memories while revisiting old ones, turning the experience into a fresh new chapter in your relationship.
— Jayce jokes that he’ll never take you for granted again, but you know deep down that he never did—even when he didn’t remember, his heart still knew where it belonged.
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whatdoeseverybodywant · 1 month ago
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What We Used to Be - Jey Uso x Black!OC
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April 11th 2017
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Jaiania held her breath as she walked past Josh and his twin brother Jon. She kept her head down, hoping they didn’t notice her walking by them. She absolutely did not want to have a conversation with either of them - especially Josh -. After their failed relationship and trainwreck of a breakup, she would rather play in traffic than have a conversation with him. 
She almost made it past them without being noticed. “Damn girl you just gon walk right past us.” That was Jon. Jaiania forced a smile on her face and turned around to face them. 
“Oh, hey.” She said, keeping her eyes on Jon. “Didn’t see you there.” She shrugged when he gave her a ‘yeah right’ look. Josh crossed his arms over his chest and rolled his eyes when he realized that she was trying her hardest to not look in his direction. 
This is awkward she thought as she rocked back on her heels before pointing in the direction she was walking. 
“I gotta go. Nice seeing you though,” She said to Jon, still ignoring Joshua’s presence. 
She hurried down the hallway feeling their eyes on her. 
Jon turned to his brother once she rounded the corner. “Look at what you did,” He said, smacking Josh on his chest. Josh rolled his eyes. 
“I ain't do shit. Come on, we gotta get ready.”  Josh did not want to hear that bullshit. He was in the wrong just as much as she was but since everyone loved Jaiania he took all the blame. 
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Jaiaina groaned as she saw Jon and Josh walking her way a couple of hours later. This must be my lucky day, two times in one night, she thought bitterly. She could normally avoid Jon and Josh but they seemed to be everywhere she was today.
“Congratulations guys.” She said referring to the Smackdown tag team titles they had just won from Chad Gable and Jason Jordan. 
“Thank you, Jai,” Jon said, trying to give her a sweaty hug. She pretended to throw up and moved away from him. “Is your arm okay tho? That rinpost spot looked pretty rough.” 
“I’m totally fine.” Jaiaina lied. “Looked way worse than it actually was.” She said, smiling at him. 
“Yeet!” He said, making Jaiaina roll her eyes. “We goin’ out to celebrate our big win tonight, you in?”  
Jaiaina let her eyes cut over to Josh who thankfully wasn’t looking at her. “Uh. I can’t. I have plans already.” That got Josh’s attention. He looked up from his phone and squinted his eyes at her. He wasn't normally one for gossip but he had heard some things about Jaiaina and another one of their co-workers recently. 
“So the rumors are true huh?” He said with a scoff. “You move on fast.” Jaiaina cut her eyes back over to him and glared. 
“Excuse me?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. 
Josh sucked his teeth and narrowed his eyes at her. “You heard me.” 
Jon let his eyes ping pong between the two of them. He knew he needed to stop them before they became explosive. “Uce, come on. It ain’t worth it. ” Jon said trying to pull his brother along but Josh wasn’t budging. “Josh, stop. Let’s go Uce” 
“Yeah, I think that's a good idea,” Jaiaina said as she rolled her eyes and turned to walk away from them.  6 months of silence and the first thing he said to her is something about some bullshit ass rumors?! Pathetic 
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“And then he had the nerve to talk about me moving on too fast,” Jaiaina said to Trinity and Carmella as they sat in the VIP section of a club. “I mean, he broke up with me. What does he care if I moved on or not.” She said as she downed another shot. Carmelle and Trinity shared a look but didn’t say anything.  “And what fucking rumors?!” She turned to her best friends. “Yall heard rumors about me?” She let out a scoff and rolled her eyes when they both nodded. 
“Yeah, but we obviously don't believe it,”  Carmella said. 
“What's the rumor though?” 
Carmella shrugged and sipped her drink. “Something about you and AJ” 
Jaiaina's eyes widened. “AJ STYLES?!” She asked louder than necessary. “Ew, what the fuck. Where did that fucking come from?”
 Carmella sighed. “Okay, here's what I know. Apparently, someone saw you and him  leaving a hotel room together a couple of weeks ago.”
 Jaiaina scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Do these people know that he’s married and I would never do that to Wendy or his children?” She sighed. “And Josh knows that Allen was my mentor during my time in TNA.” 
“Girl you know how Josh is. He’s being an ass because he misses you.” Trinity said and Jaiaina rolled her eyes.  
“Yeah well, he shouldn’t believe rumors about me.” 
“And you miss him too, right?” Trinity questioned. 
Jaiania rolled her eyes. “Of course I miss him, I never said I didn’t.”
“ Do you still love him?” 
Jaiaian took another sip of her drink before answering. “Yes I still love him, but it is extremely obvious that he never did. We break up and the first thing he does is go fuck on one of our coworkers? That’s foul. Now every time I walk past that hoe she got a fucking smirk on her face that I wanna smack off. ” 
Trinity and Carmella found themselves nodding along with Jaiaina’s statement. It was an extremely foul thing for Josh to do. 
“I still don’t know what possessed him to do that. “ 
“I do.” Jaiaina rolled her eyes. “He been wanting to fuck Dasha. Surprised he didn’t do it  while we were dating.” 
Trinity rolled her eyes at her friend. “Josh may have been an asshole but we all know he wouldn’t cheat on you.” 
Jaiaina hummed as she took a sip of her drink. She then eyed her friend. “Shouldn’t you be out celebrating with your husband?” 
“Oh, about that.” 
Jai narrowed her eyes at Trinity before letting out a gasp. “You didn’t !” 
“I’m sorry! I know we already planned this girl's night and I didn’t wanna flake on y'all.” 
Jai scoffed and turned towards Carmella who was already looking at her with guilty eyes. 
“I invited  Corey too.” 
Jaiaina had to stop herself from throwing a temper tantrum. “You guys” she whined. “Girls night mean just girls.” She pouted. 
Trinity and Carmella burst into laughter. “We’re sorry! But look, we can have a girl's night once we go back to Florida. Just us.” 
“Fine,” Jaiaina said, still pouting. Just as she was about to take another sip of her drink, Jon, Josh and… Dasha fucking Jackson. Jaiaina scoffed and adverted her eyes from the couple. 
“I’m sorry,” Trin whispered as stood and greeted her husband and Corey purposely ignoring Josh and Dasha. Carmella did the same and Jaiania couldn’t have been more grateful for her friends. 
Don’t let it get to you, Don’t let it get to you. She repeated in her head as Dasha made a point of showing she was Josh’s girl now by placing a kiss on his lips. Once Dasha looked in her direction, Jaiaina stood from her seat and walked over to the bar. The drama was something she did not need nor want tonight. 
She let out a heavy sigh as she leaned against the bar. She had successfully gone months without being in the same space as Josh because it hurt. It hurt to look at him and not be with him. She said some foul things the day they broke up and so did he, but she never expected him to literally go and fuck another woman THE SAME NIGHT. 
“C’mon, you too pretty to be frowning.” Jaiaina had to stop herself from swinging on the slimeball that just slithered his way next to her. She turned her head to the side to face him and he smiled thinking he got her attention. She cringed at the food he had stuck in his teeth. 
“Thank you,” She said referring to the compliment. “But, uh no thanks.” She said referring to his advances. The bartender set down her rum punch, Jaiaina grabbed the drink and tried to walk away but the guy grabbed her arm. 
“Don’t be fucking rude.” He scoffed. “You didn’t even ask me my name.” 
“That’s cause I don’t wanna know your name!” She said, trying to pull her arm out of his grasp. Just from how tight his grip was, she knew she was going to have a bruise. “Let go of me!” 
“Don’t be such a bitch!” He spat at her, Just as Jai was lifting her knee to hit him in his balls, he was forcefully grabbed, which caused him to release her arm. 
“The fuck is you doin’?!”  
Jaiaina let out a gasp as Josh pushed the slimeball down to the ground. By now, more than half of the bar had turned their attention to them. “Don’t put ya’ fucking hands on her like that. Fuck is wrong witchu?!” 
Slimy McSlimerson tried to kick his feet at Josh but Josh sidestepped them and then kicked slimeball in his face, knocking him onto his back. Slimy let out a groan as he started to hold his now broken nose. 
“You alright?” The bartender asked coming around the bar and taking Jai’s arm in his hands, inspecting it. “You want me to call the cops?” 
Josh gently pulled Jaiaina away from the bartender, making him drop her arm. Jaiaina’s eyebrows furrowed together as Josh wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer, tucking her into his side.  “Nah, we good,” Josh said eyeing Slimy on the ground. Josh was tempted to knock Slimy’s teeth down his throat but decided against it as he led Jai out of the club and into the night's cool air. 
Jaiaina said nothing as she let Josh lead her outside. She momentarily allowed herself to lean into his familiar touch before remembering their current situation. “I’m fine now.” She said, taking another step away from him. “You can go back into the bar.” 
“And leave you out here?” He asked. “Bab–Jaiaina, you shaking.” 
“Okay, so send Trin or Mella out here. Go back inside.”  Josh sucked bus teeth and pulled off his black bomber jacket he was wearing and handed it to her. 
“Just take the damn jacket Jai” 
“I don’t want your damn jacket, Joshua. And I damn sure didn’t need your help back there. I had it.”
Josh scoffed and grabbed her arm, making them both look down at the purple bruise that was forming. “Yeah okay.” He snorted. He hated that she was so stubborn. “You can hate me all you want Jaiaina. But if you gon’ wait out here in the damn cold, take the damn jacket.” 
Jaiaina huffed and snatched the jacket out of his hands. “Happy?” She asked with a sarcastic smile and she slid her arms into the jacket. 
“Very.” Just as he said that the side door to the bar opened and her group of friends and Dasha spilled out. Dasha eyed the jacket and then narrowed her eyes at Josh, who was still looking at Jaiaina. 
“Girl! Are you okay?!” Trinity cried out as she and Leah rushed over to their best friend. Jai broke eye contact with Josh and turned her head towards her friends. 
“I’m fine. Just some weirdo who doesn’t understand the meaning of No.”  
Trinity, being the emotional drunk wrapped her arms around Jai’s head and pulled her down, so Jai’s head was resting on her breast. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to help you friend.” She whispered as a few tears slipped down her face. Jon and Josh sucked their teeth. 
“Man, Trin get off her.” Jai let out a soft laugh as Jon pulled Trinity away from her. 
“Did I ruin the mood? Or can we go back in?” Jaiaina asked. 
“Hell no! You didn’t ruin the mood! C’mon!” Leah said as she grabbed Trinity’s and Jaiaina’s hands and started to lead them inside. 
“Actually. I’m not in the party spirit anymore… We’re gonna head back to the hotel. Dasha said as she walked over to Josh. Jaiaina hated the way her heart tightened in her chest. Jaiaina watched as Dasha slipped her hand into Josh’s, her fingers curling around his in that intimate, effortless way that people who were in love did. 
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay for a bit longer?” Josh asked, his voice soft but laced with that familiar warmth Jaiaina had once loved.
Dasha's hand tightened around his. “I’m sure. Come on, let’s go.” There was a finality to her words that Jaiaina couldn’t ignore.
Jaiaina’s chest tightened. It shouldn’t hurt this much. It shouldn’t hurt at all.
She and Josh had broken up for a reason—no matter how hard it had been. She told herself she was over it. Jaiaina forced herself to look away from the couple. 
“I think I'm gonna head back too. I forgot I have an early flight to Birmingham in the morning.” 
Birmingham? Josh arched his eyebrow at the mention of Birmingham. He knew there was only one reason why she was going there, which meant she lied to Jon earlier when he asked about her arm. 
Trinity and Leah shot her playful glares, but their smiles quickly softened into teasing hugs. After making Jaiaina promise to hang out once all three of them were in Florida, Jon, Trin, Leah and Corey walked back inside the bar. 
Jaiaina stood there awkwardly. She pulled her phone out of her clutch and ordered an Uber. She could feel Josh and Dasha’s eyes on her. 
“Oh, your jacket,” Dasha said as their Uber pulled up. 
“She can keep it. It’s cold as hell out here Baby.” Baby.. just hearing that Josh had a nickname for Dasha made Jaiaina sick to her stomach.  
“It’s fine..” Jaiaina trailed off as she took the jack off and handed it back to Josh. “I should have brought out my own coat.” 
“Yeah, you should have.” Dasha scoffed and snatched the jacket out of Jai’s hands. 
Be the bigger person Jaiaina thought, don’t beat this bitch’s ass. 
“C’mon man, you ain't have to snatch it,” Josh muttered as he walked towards the Uber. Dasha rolled her eyes and stomped after him. 
“Well, why did you give her your jacket? Could have let the hoe freeze for all I care.” 
Jaiaina gritted her teeth as the door to the Uber slammed shut and they drove away. She closed her eyes and tried to remember the deep breathing exercises her therapist told her to do. Forcing herself to take slow, deliberate breaths in and out. In through the nose, out through the mouth...
It didn’t work. Not this time.
Dasha was so lucky that Jaiaina actually enjoyed her job, cause Jai would have BEEN beat her ass by now. 
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Jaiaina’s head had barely hit the pillow before three sharp, rhythmic knocks echoed through the room. Her stomach twisted into knots at the sound of the knocks. 
There was only one person in the whole world that knew three was her safe number. Sighing, she threw the covers off of her, grabbed her pink Versace robe, and opened the door.
“Why did you lie to twin earlier?” Jaiaina blinked. 
What?” she scoffed, a quick laugh escaping her. “What are you talking about?”
“Earlier, Jon asked about your arm. You said you were fine but you not. Why you going to Birmingham in the morning.” 
“What I have going on in my life doesn’t concern you anymore Joshua,” Jaiaina said firmly, trying to shut down the conversation before it could go any further.
“Don’t do that.” He muttered, his eyes never leaving hers. “Don’t act like you weren’t a major part of my life.” 
“I was. Not anymore Joshua. Go back to Dasha and leave me alone.” 
Josh’s jaw tightened as he took a deep breath trying to compose himself. “Look, I know –” 
“No,” Jaiaina said as she started to shake her head. “I’m not doing this with you.” Josh looked confused as she started to close the door in his face, at the last second, he put his foot in between the door and the fame. Jaiaine huffed as he easily overpowered her and gently pushed her away from the door. 
She stomped over to the bed and threw herself down on it, while Josh shut the door behind her and went to sit in the armchair that was placed between the bed and the window. 
“Josh, it's been six months since we last talked. Let’s just go back to that.” 
“I don’t want to. I fucking miss you Jaiaina.” 
Jaiaina laughed making Josh scoff. 
“The hell so funny?” 
“YOU!” She exclaimed as she jumped from the bed and pointed at him. “You think you can just come swoop in like some type of Superman after what you did?! Fuck off, Joshua!” 
“Jai, I know I said some fucked up shit but -” 
“Said?! No nigga. It's about what you did!” She cut him off.  “The fact that you fucked that bitch the same night we broke up was foul as hell Joshua!” 
“Woah!” He called out, jumping to his feet. “I ain't do no shit like that. Fuck is you talking about.” 
Jaiaina let out a humorless laugh. “Yeah okay.” She said mockingly with a roll of her eyes. “The bitch already told anybody who would listen. The same night you walked out of our hotel room, you went to her! And you fucked her.” Jaiaina couldn’t hold it back anymore, the tears that threatened to spill since the bar came flowing down her face.
"Jai, I swear to you, that's ain’t what happened," Josh said, his voice low and urgent. He took a step towards her, but Jaiaina backed away, shaking her head.
“Don’t Joshua. Just leave.” 
“Hell no. I’m not going anywhere. I lost you once, I’m not doing It again.” 
Jaiaina childishly covered her ears. “I’m not listening to any of the bullshit you are spewing tonight Joshua!” She uncovered her ears and narrowed her eyes at Josh. “Okay let's just say, you didn’t have sex with her the same night. You’re still with her now! And don’t deny it, I heard you call her baby.” When Josh didn’t deny it, Jaiaina felt her heart break even more. “Please just go. Go back to your girlfriend and go back to ignoring me.” She whispered as she lowered her eyes to the ground. 
Jaiaina heard him sniffle but she didn’t lift her head to look at him. “I never wanted to hurt you Jai.” Jaiaina didn’t say anything back, she didn’t have anything to say. She was exhausted. She just wanted to go to sleep and forget all about Josh by the morning. 
Josh sighed and started walking towards the door, the silence between them was too much. It was suffocating. He wanted to fix it. He wanted to make things right. But he didn’t know how. With one last glance at Jaiaina, he turned and walked out the door. 
As soon as the door shut, Jaiaina broke down, she covered her mouth with her hand to try and hide her sobs. Outside, Josh leaned against the closed door, his forehead pressed against the cool wood. He could hear Jaiaina's muffled cries through the thin barrier, and each sob felt like a knife twisting in his gut. He wanted nothing more than to burst back in, to take her in his arms and explain everything. But he knew she wouldn't listen, not now.
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April 18th 2017
Birmingham, Alabama
Jaiaina knew it was stupid to go through this surgery alone, but WWE provided the best doctors so she knew she was in good hands. 
Waking up from surgery was a feeling she would never get used to. She let out a groan at the dull ache in her right shoulder and immediately she heard someone shh her and place a straw at her lips. The comforting sensation of the water helped clear some of the haze, but as she blinked her eyes open, the shock of who was sitting next to her hit her like a ton of bricks.
“I gotchu, relax.” 
“What are you doing here?” She whispered,  her voice scratchy and weak from the anesthesia.
“Making sure you alright and not alone.” 
“Josh please –” 
He shushed her again. “I broke whatever I had with Dasha off. Imma be truthful and say that yeah, I got with her to fuck with you after I heard the rumor about you and AJ but, I did not have sex with her that same night. To be honest, I never had sex with her, I haven’t had sex with anybody since you.” 
Jaiaina’s jaw dropped open. She didn’t know how to respond to that. She had spent the past six months hating Josh because she thought he was a slimy asshole. She didn’t know how to feel right now. 
“Josh I-”  She started, 
“I’m not asking you to forgive me, Jaiaina,” Josh continued, his voice soft but firm. “Not right away. Aight? I know I messed up, and I know it’s not gonna be easy. But I’m willing to work this out, but only if you want to.”
Jaiaina stared into his eyes, no matter how hard she tried she would never get rid of the love she had for this man. It was a big relief to finally hear the truth about the night that they broke up but he still hurt her by ignoring her for six months. 
“Please.” He whispered. “I always seen you in my life. Always seen you as the mother of my kids. Just give me one more chance.” 
Jaiaina’s breath caught in her throat. This was the most vulnerable she had ever seen him in the three years they had dated. 
“Okay,” She whispered, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. “But I swear on everything I love, this is your LAST chance.” 
Josh's face lit up with a mixture of relief and hope. He gently took Jaiaina's hand, careful not to disturb the IV line. “I promise you, I won't mess this up again. I love you too damn much.” 
Jaiaina stared at him for a second before a small smile came across her face. “I love you too.” 
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Authors Note: I'm sorry if this sucked 😮‍💨😫
I've had this halfway written for about a year and just decided to say fuck it and finish it. I really do hope you all enjoy it! ❤️
Side Note:
Jaiaina had torn rotator cuff.
Josh definitely bribed and threatened an intern to tell him what was wrong with Jaiaina LOL!
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cordidy · 2 months ago
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Grieving...
The LaDS men helping you after Josephine and Caleb's fake death (cause he definitively is "shady guy" idc).
I took the part of not dating cause I wanted some friendly comfort and since Zayne is a chilhood friend I assumed he would be more present than the others, hence his is longer (😏🤭)
TW : mention of death, funeral
Featuring Zayne, Xavier, Rafayel and Sylus.
English is not my mother tongue.
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- Zayne was in surgery when the explosion happened and it's only a couple of hours after you got admitted to Akso's ER, when he got back to his office to relax, that he got the memo as your physician.
- He spends the night by your side, refusing to move until you wake up and holds your hand the next day when the police comfirms they did not find any remains in the rubble of the house.
- The man will be HERE for you all the way down, moving onto your couch the moment he brought you back home. While he can't clear his bussy schedule, his free time will be dedicated to you, making sure you get healthy meals, rest and all the support you need but also leaving you space of needed.
- Zayne is very organized so wether it's the paperwork with the insurance or the funeral organization he will help and will even step up to take decisions when you mentally can't.
- He's madly in love with you but won't try anything innapropriate in your weaken state, going as far as gently push you away when you try to hit on him one night just to feel something else than the despair you've fallen into.
- "Not like this" he will whisper as you try to kiss him before breaking down in his arm. He will hold you while carressing your hair to try and sooth you thou, kissing your forehead gently, lulling you to sleep with sweet words.
- The day of the funeral he stands by your side, holding your hand tight to remind you you are not alone, your fingers intertwined being the only thing grounding you.
- On the following weeks he will abuse his prerogative as you physician to check your tension and run tests to make sure you are not letting yourself drown in sorrow. Dropping by you place after work will also become a habit and he won't hide the fact IT IS to check up on you, no shit given at the side eye you give him while he is cooking you dinner instead of instant noodles.
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- Xavier finds out when the news reaches the Association.
- He will volunteer to bring you flowers and condoleances on behalf of your coworkers and will offer to drive you home when you get discharged from the hospital since you are neighbors.
- He will find ANY occasion to show up at your door. "I ran out of sugar" "do you have hot water ?" "The delivery guy (he bribed) gave me your package" all of these just to check on you without saying it out loud cause he knows you don't like people seeing you in a weak state.
- He will barely get sleep as he wants to be sure he won't miss your knock on the door when you'll start doing the same just to not be alone with your thoughts.
- It will become a habit for you to fall asleep on his couch whihe watching a movie to try and change your mind since your place, so full of memories, will become unbearable. His place will turn into your sanctuary even when he is at work as he gave you a spare key.
- After the funeral, once you're back to work, he will always offer to train together whenever he sees that look in your eyes, just to keep you busy and will start to do some overtime (mainly in the firm of sleeping at his desk) so he has an excuse to walk home with you.
- Whenever one of your friend come to visit and he knows he had a couple hours he will take the opportunity to turn the N109 zone upside down, looking for intel
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- Rafayel heard about the explosion on the news, like everyone else but did not realize you were involved so, when you did not answer his messages for the past 3 days (cause you were at the hospital) he got pretty annoyed at being ignored, spaming your phone with complains.
- One evening, he shows up at your door unannounced, all pouting and whinning, thinking the bruises on your face are from another "stupid mission" and it's the reason you didn't show up to his last exhibition when he "really needed you to protect me from all these snobs !"
- "You obviously don't care about me or your job as a Bodyguard ! I could have died over the past 3 days and you wouldn't care" He complains dramatically, not expecting you to snap at him (very poor choice of words from his part thou !) and break down in tears, telling him how immature he is, that the world doesn't revolve around him and you don't want to see him again before slapping the door to his face.
- Thomas is the one telling him what happened when he reads about the upcoming funeral in the news and Rafayel is mortified. He shows up at your doors with flowers and when you tell him you don't want them he stops you "they are for your family..."
- He will spend all his nights on the phone with you, talking about everything, listening to you cry or just being there and won't hang out until you fall asleep (also answering on the first ring whenever you call him back if you had a nightmare)
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- Sylus is not around at that time but that doesn't mean he doesn't know someone is trying to frame his organization and himself for the explosion. He will remain in the shadows thou while trying to find out who did it.
- Not being involved with you yet, it's not really about you but more about "fuck around and find out" to him.
- Luke and Kieran will attend the funeral discretly to keep an eye on the survivor and see if anything suspicious happens.
- You also start noticing strange little trinkets left here and there, a little coin, a shinny rock, a pretty leaf....
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katszumi · 1 year ago
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as the year was coming to a close, it also meant christmas was coming closer.
you were quite fond of this time of year. you were entranced of the green, red and white lights that spread throughout the city. trees decorated with all sorts of ornaments being found at every corner of the streets. how could someone not be enamored of the christmas spirit?
or at least, you knew one person.
bakugou katsuki wasn’t the most spirited person and everyone was aware of it too. but as his assistant, you were given the idea of doing a secret santa with those that worked in his agency.
you were expected to be greeted with one of his usual explosions but surprisingly he agreed without hesitation. quickly you left his office before he could take it back and began the preparations for it.
since you had organized the event, you were aware of who each person had. of course you had to pair mei, the accountant, with her crush, shin’ichi. there wasn’t another perfect way to confess her adoration for him.
weeks had passed for people to prepare gifts for their secret santa and suddenly, the date crept up on them. christmas eve was here, the final day people were in office, so the reveal of secret santa had dawned on them.
since everyone had different schedules, everyone wouldn’t be able to meet at the same time. instead, everyone was told to switch their gifts with another person so that person could place the gift on the designated persons desk, so then no one really knew who had who.
the morning of, the agency was filled with utter surprise and excitement. usually the atmosphere in ground zero’s agency was dim. either the work was piling up or it was too early in the morning to be so chipper. but with the magic of christmas, the spirits were lifted.
you ambled to bakugou’s office, a hum emitting from you. he had to have open his gift by now considering it was nearly noon. you wondered if he would like the gifts that you purchased for him.
you knew it was selfish to put the person you also adored for your secret santa. but you figured it didn’t matter since you went through all of the planning for it, so you had the right to choose whoever you wanted, right?
you knocked on his closed door twice before entering.
“good morning, katsuki.” you greeted him with a small smile on your face.
bakugou sat at his desk, his brow furrowed in confusion. your eyes scanned the area; there were journals and papers sprawled around in a mess. his desk was messy.
it was an eyesore to look at.
but it was an even more eyesore to notice that the gifts you personally placed on his desk were sitting in the corner unopened.
“secret santa is today,” you mentioned as if he didn’t know. “why didn’t you open your gift?”
gruffly, he responded, “too much work to get done.”
“opening and appreciating a gift takes less than two minutes.” irritation was clearly laced in your voice. fortunately, it didn’t go unheard from bakugou. he peeled his eyes off of his work and looked at you.
the male loosened his grip on his pen, giving you all of his attention. the sudden urge to slip away from this situation purged through your body, but you strengthened your legs, demanding yourself not to back down from his immense stare.
“is this gift that important to you?” it felt like he was teasing you. surely he couldn’t know you were the one that had him for secret santa when he didn’t even open his gift!
masking a strong look, you cleared your throat, “just want you to enjoy yourself on this christmas, bakugou. you deserve to have fun and not be consumed with work all the time. allow yourself to appreciate those around you and what you do have.” bakugou slowly nodded. “now, i must go to my office if that’s alright with you.”
bakugou chuckled to himself, a small grin forming. “granted.” was all he had to say. you turned on your heel and left him be.
meanwhile on the walk back to your office, you murmured under your breath. you were angry that you spent so much on him just for him to not even be curious of the gifts that were beautifully arranged on his desk.
how much of an asshole did he have to be? he couldn’t even open a gift for two seconds to appreciate the thoughtfulness someone put in for him. you scoffed, that was definitely the last time he would be included for a secret santa.
once you made your arrival to your office, you noticed the way the door was ajar. it had reminded you that someone still had you for secret santa.
removing bakugou’s impertinent attitude from your memory, you pushed the door open.
your eyes fell on the christmas floral bouquet that was on your desk along with a box. immediately you rushed over to look at what resided inside the box. your eyes made out a heart-shaped necklace that had your initial graved into it. next to it was a candle, one that was your favorite scent. instinctively, you began to open the candle to get a whiff of it.
you didn’t remember putting this on the secret santa list, so how in the world did someone manage to get your favorite scent spot on? only those who had been in your apartment before would’ve known.
and the only person that has been is..
inside the candle was a note. you whipped it out, unraveling its trifold.
i’m not the best at shopping but tonight let me show you i’m a better cook than doing things like this. i appreciate you a lot. you’re a good assistant or whatever. also, i knew you had me for secret santa from the get-go. you’re not the best at keeping secrets.
— katsuki
“he KNEW?” you yelped. you had one job and you completely blew it. but your mind transferred to the thought of having dinner with your boss later tonight. the ground zero. heat crept on your face, your heart beginning to stammer.
you wondered if he also managed to find out about your complete utter crush on him as well.
EXTRA
“you owe me three dollars and a hour of my time.” kirishima sat in front of bakugou with a scowl on his face.
bakugou rolled his eyes, “you barely even did anything.”
“you made me run around town to find a specific roll of wrapping paper so you can rewrap a gift you’ve already opened?! did you know only one store had that wrapping paper?” kirishima whispered yelled, not wanting any of the employees to hear the dispute.
“yes and i told you i appreciated it.”
kirishima opened his mouth to spew another insult, but instead he snapped his mouth shut. he was right. bakugou never said anything related to that, so he must’ve really meant it. instead, kirishima folded his arms and sat back.
“i don’t even know why you rewrapped the gift. you should’ve just thanked her while she was in the room.”
“i was red when i opened the gift. i’d probably be red and probably dead when she’d smile all in my face asking if she did a good job.” bakugou’s words were hushed from embarrassment.
“awe, you really like her don’t you?” bakugou could tell kirishima was teasing him, but he didn’t mind. maybe you were right. there was some sort of magic that happened during christmas time. why were your words so influential on him?
bakugou didn’t hide the smile that tugged on his lips.
“maybe.”
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happy holidays guysss!!
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knockoffheart · 4 months ago
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Neuman’s Guard Dog (2/3)
summary: you’ve been kidnapped by your girlfriends dad AND you’re a supe — ay caramba! she’ll come looking for you…right?
warnings: kidnapping, hurt/comfort, graphic descriptions of bodily harm, murder, violence, blood, reader turned supe, body horror, neuman is not a good person (but we still love her), mentions of politics, general ‘The Boys’ show disclaimer, also NO SMUT (rip)
before you read: Reader is aware of Vic's blood powers. NOT aware of Vic's head explosions (ex. congress attack), relationship to Stan Edgar, The Boys (especially Hughie being involved). Sameer and Zoe do not exist in any of my AUs. Reader has been in life-threatening situations before, not a fan of them, but has been in at least two before.
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Victoria has gotten word of a disturbance in her room, it appears to be another assassination attempt but security assures her it has been handled. The only casualties are the two assailants. They also let her know about reports of a suspicious van outside the premises. She says she’ll handle it from here. Victoria stalks her way towards the van, her heels echo rhythmically into the night. Upon reaching the van, she sends the door flying open, startling the man inside.
“Hey, Hughie” Victoria taunts.
“Fuck me!” Hughie shoots up, flailing his arms wildly.
“Sheesh– Jumpy tonight, are we? Looks like your lil’ CIA guys got busted…” Victoria dawns a smug grin,  “She make quick work of them?”
“Quick work? Jesus Christ, you’re fucking evil! I can’t believe you’d do that to her. Really, that’s low…. even for you.”
Victoria chuckles, “Evil? I’m not the one who attacked her, am I? You sent those fuckers in there to kill me — and they paid for it. Without me giving her V, she’d be dead! And whose fault would that be?”
      “Oh that’s fucking rich! I mean, this was your plan all along now wasn’t it?” Hughie accuses, “Getting close to her so you can turn her into your fucking guard dog?!”
“That’s not-” Victoria unintentionally lets out a strained laugh, “You know that isn’t true, I love her. You know I do.”
“Do you?” Hughie laughs in disbelief, “Have you even been up there? Seen what she’s done? She’s a fucking monster.”
“She-” Victoria stammers and is cut off by Hughie.
“She ripped out a guy’s neck, Vic, with her teeth!” he shouts. “You have fucking ruined her… and you don’t even care!”
“I-”
“Do you even know where she is right now?”
Victoria doesn’t respond. She has no idea where you are right now– it hasn’t even crossed her mind until this moment. Her eyes narrow and she glares at Hughie.
“Where is she?” she asks through gritted teeth.
“Oh, now you care-”
“I’m not going to ask you again. Where is she?” She grips the side of the van in an attempt to control her bubbling temper.
Hughie shakes his head in disbelief. He turns to his computer and clicks through security cam footage, looking to see where you might have run off to. He watches video of you walking into the alley.
“Oh shit…”
He taps his leg anxiously and turns screen towards Victoria. The footage shows a Vought Security van pulling up next to the alley. Several armed men get out, one of them holds a tranquilizer in their hand. The screen goes still for a few beats before the men reappear, dragging your limp body to the van and throwing it in. The clip ends with the van peeling off into the night. 
“Shit. Shit. Shit-“ Victoria backs up, the back of her head hits the barrel of Butcher’s gun. Surprise.
“And that’s all the help you’ll be getting from us.” Butcher mutters and pulls the trigger. BANG! 
Unaffected, Victoria cracks her neck and turns around, “All I needed.” 
Victoria heads away from the van and pulls out her phone, dialing Stan Edgar once she’s back inside the hotel. The call goes to voicemail and she rings again as she rides the elevator up to your room’s floor. Voicemail again. She swears and shoves the phone into her pocket. There is a “Do Not Disturb” sign hanging from the room’s doorknob. Victoria inserts the room’s card anyway and pushes the door open.
She reels back from the sight and smell that wafts from the room. A rustling in the kitchen draws her in. She holds her breath and carefully steps over the strewn organs and pools of blood. She eyes the bloody handprint on the wall and hovers her hand over it. It’s yours. Her stomach churns and she pulls her hand away. There’s no denying it who made this mess anymore. She moves towards the kitchen and is startled by the cleaning crew, they are clad in Vought Tech coveralls. They pay her no mind and continue schlepping various body parts into black trash bags. She decides there is nothing more to see and attempts to dial Stan again, but is halted by an extremely stressed congresswoman.
“Ms. Neuman! Oh thank god, counting is about to wrap up — they’ve called Arizona, you and Singer are up! Let’s go, they’re waiting!” 
The woman grabs her arm and hauls Victoria to the elevator, who forces a smile though her annoyance still trickles through her eyes. She manages to send Stan Edgar one hurried text before being dragged into the lobby full of mingling congressmen. 
‘WHERE IS SHE’ read 8:07pm
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You wake up in a room clad in all white. Your body rests against the cool laminated floor, intense white light shines above. You let out a soft groan as you raise steady yourself into a seated position. As you go to move hair out of your eyes, your arms jerk back and you notice your wrists are tied together with a chain. The chain leads back to the wall. You shake your head quickly and rise to your feet. A louder groan escapes you when you’re finally steady. You feel like you’ve been hit by a bus. Your mind is groggy and the harsh fluorescents on the ceiling don’t help you one bit. Your stomach lurches from the overwhelming scent of blood, your kidnappers didn’t bother with hosing you down.
The events of the hotel room run around in your mind. You remember the ringing in your ears, from the gun fire, the screams. The bullets digging their way into your skin, some flying clean through while others burrowed within. You remember the blood. The smell, the taste, the feeling of all that fucking blood.
You’re a quivering, crying mess. It’s all just too much! You’re supposed to be at some eccentric bar nursing your third cocktail, cuddled up next to Victoria. Her arm would be wrapped around you, you’d be laughing and people would be saying ‘Vic, How could you hide this one from us?’. She’d kiss you and you’d smile at the taste of the liquor on her lips — the feeling of her lipstick staining your mouth. You wouldn’t have to hide anymore.
Instead, you’ve returned to a crumpled heap on the ground, burying your face into your arms. You hurt everywhere, you’ve killed two people, you’ve turned into a fucking monster and you don’t even know where you are! You pinch your hand, trying to wake yourself up from a dream. A few weak sobs sputter from you as you feel the primal fear from before creeping its way up your spine. You murmur calming words to yourself, stopping abruptly when you hear footsteps clicking towards you.
You fly back against the wall, using it to steady yourself on two feet. Your eyes are saucers as you keep your sights trained on the door. You hold your breath as it creaks open.
Victoria appears in the doorway, her red coat contrasts with the stark exterior of the hall. Her eyes are nearly as wide as yours. She rushes you, pulling you into her arms and dropping to her knees. You heave a giant breath of relief, a flood of cries follow. She cups your cheeks and places a kiss on your lips. Victoria cradles you close to her and shouts an order at someone behind her.
Suddenly, the chains clink off your wrists and work their way back to the wall. You have so much you want to say to Victoria, but all you can manage to do is cry her name.
“It’s okay baby, I know” she helps you to your feet and leads you outside the cell, “You’re okay, I’m here now. I’m here.”
“Vic-“ you choke out.
“Shh, let’s get you clean first, okay?” her voice is trembling.
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Victoria wraps a plush towel around your body, she grabs a smaller cloth and dabs your face try.
“Vic, I can-“
“Let me take care of you, baby.” Victoria hushes you, she is sweet in her actions but her voice is stern.
She’s spiraling and taking care of you is the only thing stopping her from teetering over the edge. She’s hid so much from you and now it’s all staring back at her. She will figure out a plan later, she always does. What matters to her right now is that you’re safe. She holds you close to her, squeezing you tight against her figure.
You blush at the feeling of your mostly nude body being pressed against Victoria’s fully clothed one. You lean your head back against her and flash a foolhardy grin. She returns a softer smile, but her grip remains firm.
“Victoria, A word please?” a man’s voice calls from outside the bathroom.
Victoria turns you towards her and pulls you in to a deep kiss, then peppers your whole face in smaller kisses.
“I’ll be right back, I promise,” Victoria assures before planting one final kiss on your forehead, “I’ll be right outside.”
You feel a protest rise to the tip of your tongue but you hold it. You slip on the clothes Victoria provided you with, it’s a large sweater and some flannel pajama pants. Your face flushes with embarrassment at the thought of you and Vic standing next to each other. She’s dressed in a perfectly pressed suit and killer heels, you look like a bum. A comfy bum. You hum to yourself as you kick your feet into the pair of slippers Victoria left near the bathmat. Who would have thought this kidnappers lair would have such nice amenities. The conversation outside the door grows louder and you can’t help but eavesdrop.
“What have you done to that girl?” the man reprimands.
You can’t make out Victoria’s response, only able to decipher that it isn’t a pleasant one.
“You know I will always be here for you, I have your best interests at heart, always.” The man’s voice always remains calm, “If she isn’t in your best interest, you know what I have to do.”
That sounded like a threat. You decide to go back to minding your own business. You lift up your shirt and examine your torso, it’s coated in black and blue bruises but you see no scars. You graze a finger over it and wince, it’s incredibly tender. Victoria enters and you let your shirt drop, focusing your attention back on her. She approaches you and takes your hand, pulling you against her. You look over her shoulder and catch the man she was talking to as he walks away. You recognize him as Stan Edgar, the CEO of Vought. Uh oh.
“Let’s get the hell out of here, there’s a car around back for us.” Victoria says before guiding you through the building.
You discover you were housed in the basement of a skyscraper. It is hugged by several other buildings, you don’t recognize any of them. A black SUV waits for you as you head towards the street. Victoria opens the door for you and you hop inside, she pulls you against her so your head rests on her shoulder. When the car pulls away your body relaxes and you feel exhausted, you intertwine your fingers with Victoria’s and take in her scent.
You jolt up, “The election! Shit! Did you win? You need to be the-“
Victoria laughs and kisses your hand, “We won.”
You let out a soft, yet giddy squeal and squeeze her hand, “Holy shit!! You’re incredible!” You stare at the clock ahead of you and bounce your leg anxiously.“It’s only 1:00am, maybe you can still make it back to the party?”
She gives you a confused look, “I’m not going to any party. We’re going home.”
You smile at her softly and nuzzle back into her. Your heavy eyes finally close and you doze off.
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When you awake, you look outside the window and recognize the street you’re on as your own. Victoria helps you out of the car and into the house. Your body melts at the familiar smell of home, it reminds you of the first night you moved in. You reach the bedroom and plop yourself onto the bed. You look up to see why Victoria hasn’t joined you — she’s leaned against the doorway, crying.
“Vic?“ you sit up and motion for her to sit with you. “Talk to me, honey.”
Victoria bites down on her nails and stumbles over to the bed. She doesn’t touch you until you place your hand on her thigh, then she throws her arms around you and sobs into your shoulder.
“I’m so sorry-“ she cries. “I shouldn’t have- I’m so-“ she chokes on her words.
You stroke her hair and kiss her head.
“I know. Vic, I told you-“ you press another kiss against her head, “I told you I’d do anything for you —I will. I always will. I love you.”
Victoria raises her head and kisses you desperately, you both crash into the soft, pillowy mattress and continue your embrace. She mutters how much she loves you and slides her hands around your waist.
“If anyone touches you again, I’ll fucking kill them”
You laugh at her as she attacks your neck with kisses and bites. You hope she’s joking, but with this new presidential power — she might not be.
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authors note: yeah there’s gonna be a part three i need them to have sex right neowww!!! also this is a 4:00am post I REPEAT A 4:00am post! it’s been proof-read once — any mistakes will be fixed when i wake up thank yewww
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finxwrites · 4 months ago
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strange & grimm, which btw sounds like an urban fantasy affectionately parodic hardboiled detective agency. probably queer.
It was a hot, muggy night in the Enchanted Forest. Everyone with a lick of sense was down in the fairy glens, hoping the Winter Court would put in an appearance and bring a breeze on with them. Lucky me, I’m the sucker who fingered the Snow Queen for the missing persons case last winter, so I’m persona non grata in the fairy glens these days.
Just as well. I couldn’t afford to leave the office, not when it’d been so long since my last case. Though on a night like this, I might as well not bother. It was too hot for crime. Even the leaves on the enchanted trees were drooping in the heat. 
I was just about to call it a night when a dame walked in my door. Tall, blonde, legs for days, with an air of tragedy that could put an unloved stepchild to shame. I looked her over suspiciously for any cheery woodland creatures hidden in her golden ringlets. If she was a princess, I’d turf her right back out of the office, case unheard. Princesses paid well, but they were more trouble than they were worth.
No mice poked their adorable little noses out of her pockets as the dame sank into a chair and fixed me with a hard look. “I hear you’re the best in the business,” she said without preamble. “And I need the best.”
I leaned back in my seat. “Baby, I’m the only one in the business. It’s not a good genre for private dicks.”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, yes, far too child-friendly for any sort of dicks.” Before I could recover from that little gem, she went on, “It’s a child I’m here about. My sister. She’s…she’s gone missing.” She took a deep, shuddering breath. “Please, Detective, you’re my last hope. The royal courts won’t hear me out, they think she’s gone on the lam!”
I nodded grimly. “One of those Bo Peep situations, huh?” I get a depressing number of those. All it takes is one wolf in sheep’s clothing—you’d think the kids would learn.
The dame glared. There was enough cold iron in her gaze to put a fairy off her ambrosia. “On the lam, Detective. On the run. My sister has…something of a record.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Your sister the child? She some kind of crime prodigy?”
The dame fidgeted, looking away. “She’s…” She sighed explosively. “My sister is Goldilocks.”
I whistled, low and long. Crime prodigy indeed—Goldilocks was wanted in five kingdoms for the most impressive string of burglaries the Enchanted Forest had ever seen. No one could ever prove she’d done it, but the circumstantial evidence had piled up higher than mattresses on a pea. No wonder no royal court would take this case.
The dame’s shoulders hunched defensively, but she bulled on without trying to defend her wayward sister. “She’s gone missing, and I know it’s not another one of her sprees. Something is wrong this time.” She turned back to meet my eyes, her lovely features harsh with poorly-suppressed fear. “It’s her first crime come back to haunt her, I just know it is. They’ve always wanted revenge—especially the baby of the family, and he’s all grown up now. What they’d do if they got hold of her—“ She cut herself off with a watery gasp; her eyes were wet with tears. “Oh, it doesn’t bear thinking about!”
I handed her a handkerchief and gave her a minute to compose herself. It gave me a minute, too, to decide if I was really going to be this stupid. You don’t tangle with the big predators, not if you know what’s good for you, and especially not a whole family of them. Families are a dangerous thing in any genre.
But I was her last hope, and I’m a sucker for lost causes. And if I didn’t get paid soon, this business would become a lost cause itself. I said a silent farewell to my good sense as it packed its bags and left for kinder climes. “Alright,” I told the dame, “Give me the facts. We’ll see what kind of a story they tell.”
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luveline · 1 year ago
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hi love. if you’re taking any requests could i request rockstar!sirius, or sirius in general, like the start of the relationship when everything is cute funny but they're still not a Couple
rockstar!sirius takes you on a date ♡ fem, 1.2k
“If you're here to antagonise me, you can just go home, Sirius,” you warn. 
Sirius Black gives you a dastardly grin, sliding into the seat across from you in a cloud of expensive cologne and hairspray. You're ashamed to say he smells nice, if a little sharp. 
“Hair explosion?” you ask. 
“You're very, very cruel to me, angel. I shouldn't call you that.” The toe of his converse hits yours. He leans forward, covering the pages of your novel with a hand adorned in silver jewellery. “It's no longer accurate.” 
“So mean,” you sigh, imbuing it with as much gutted patheticness as possible.
“Hey, I'm kidding.” He pushed his foot between yours. “How long have you been here? Did you wait long?” 
You close your book, put it flat out of reach, and fix him with a genuine smile. “No, not long.” 
Sirius leans over to kiss your cheek. You'll feel it for the next half an hour, a tingling, crescent moon of contact. “Well, good. Should we go and order? Know what you want?” He shakes his head. “I know what you want. Stay here.” 
He pops up and away as quick as he'd arrived. You panic. Cool and collected you may have seemed, but internally you're a storm of nerves, hands shaking ever so slightly as you take the compact mirror from your pocket and check over your features. You're worried you look like you've tried as hard as you have, all your complicated skincare and makeup, sheer shimmers and invisible concealer.  
Sirius met you without a lick of makeup and he still acted like you were the best thing since sliced bread. You remember it all in vivid detail, the way he'd looked at you, the double-take, the subsequent flirting. Sirius doesn't neg, but it was hard at first to know if he was being real with you. And what, he'd drawled, unblinking, dark lashes and kohl rings emphasised by his stillness, is a thing like you doing in a place like this? 
Thing? you'd asked softly, confused and intimidated by his attention. You'd recognised him immediately. 
Girl, he'd corrected himself. Then, with a strange smile, Angel. You're an angel, huh? Must be.
It wasn't some world-bending line but it didn't need to be, his demeanour did the hard work for him. And his appearance didn't hurt. 
Even now as he walks back towards you, your heart skips a quick beat. He looks more casual than he has the last few times he's seen you, a leather jacket swapped for ragged black denim, and tight pants replaced with jeans that hug his thighs. You can't believe a thing like him would ever be interested in you, but he most assuredly is. 
“Here,” he says, putting a drink down in front of you, and again leaning down to kiss your other cheek. “You look so pretty.” He says it like it’s nothing, doesn't cost him a thing, not a shred of doubt nor bravery. Then he adds, “You're fucking perfect. Can't believe you walk around like this for free.” 
“Stop it,” you say with a laugh, pushing him away. You can't bring yourself to be mean about it. Sirius hasn't ever been mean to you, not once, despite the things people have told you since you met. Be careful with that one. Guys like him want one thing. 
After three dates and two evenings spent watching films together on his ragtag sofa (and enjoying the laziest, softest kisses a girl may ever have been given), you've yet to find out what he wants. To adore you, apparently. 
He runs his pinky down your cheek and under your chin. “Can I kiss you?” he asks. 
You lift your chin invitingly. 
Sirius laughs into your lips, suddenly kissing you, close and heavy-handed. You rise off of your seat to meet him, only an inch or so but enough to pull a deep sound from the back of his throat. You've never been kissed like this; his hand is steady on your cheek, reluctant to let you go, and he presses down hard with his lips. Nearly too much, never quite there. He rounds it out with a softer one and pulls back to gaze at you fondly. 
“I missed you,” he says, sneaking back in to kiss the slight curve of your laugh line. “Not cool, this whole sleeping at your own flat business.” 
He isn't your boyfriend, yet. Hasn't asked. So he isn't staying at yours nor you at his. But he has to ask soon, right? Who kisses people like that without intentions of some sort of commitment? 
Rockstars, your brain supplies cruelly. Infamous players. 
“Well, where else would I be staying?” you ask as he sits back in his seat. 
“Good question, beautiful.” He ignores it, anyhow. “I've ordered a few too many things. Don't be mad.” 
“I won't be.” You take your purse from your coat. “So long as it doesn't cost more than sixty two pounds and eight p, that is.” 
“Shut up, as if you're paying. You're fucking childish–” 
“You're childish, I'm trying to keep things fair and you won't let me!” 
“Quite right. Look at the state of you,” he says, eyes roving across your face pleasantly, “you think you deserve to pay for dinner? No. I asked you, and I've ordered, and it'll cost a bit more than what you have anyways.” He drops the act just enough to see a sliver of doubt. “Please, let me take care of it. I want to buy you dinner, sweetheart. It's the least I want to do for you.” 
You look at him through your lashes, face angled down at the ebony wooden table. “Yeah, alright. I don't mind.” 
“Good, because you didn't really have a choice. How can I expect you to say yes if I don't pay for dinner first?” 
“Say yes to what?” you ask, frowning gently. He's confused you. 
Sirius offers both hands across the table. You place yours softly in his, letting him brush the pads of his thumbs against your knuckles. 
“To being official,” he says, a hopeful smile playing on his lovely mouth. “What do you think? Is it too soon to ask?” 
You shake your head minutely. 
He drops his head a little, meeting your eyes. “Do you want to be together?” 
“I'll be your girlfriend?” you confirm. 
“Do you want to be?” His lips part but he doesn't add anything more, though he might want to. You understand that vulnerability won't be instantaneous between you both. You can wait. If this is even a hint of the man he is, you want to be together more than anything. 
You nod, forcing your smile into a line that soon wobbles. 
He leans across the table for another kiss. This one chaste. Perfect. 
“Thank you,” he says. When he sits back, he's practically glowing with smugness. “Fuck. I thought that would be harder.” 
“I can make it worse for you if you want to ask me again."
“Would you? Let's take it from the top, angel. I didn't suffer half as much as I should've.” 
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