#I HAD TO SPLIT IT SOWWY

[tagintagout-au]

(You try your best to stay quiet as you follow Nille through the trees.)

(Has she been sneaking off like this every time??)

(Oh, change, why didn't you notice sooner...!?)

(You watch her stop right before a small clearing, gripping her mallet tightly.)

(Soon after you see exactly why she stopped– a large, slightly imposing sadness seems to be wandering around in circles.)

(Is she seriously going to try and fight it alone!?)

(You try to make your way closer, when)

(....Uh oh.)

🔨: BELLE!?

(UH OH.)

🎀: Shh!! It's gonna-

🎀: EEP!

🔨: WAAH-

(CRAB CRAB CRAB IT'S GONNA ATTACK HER MOVE MOVE MOVE-)

🔨: WAIT, BELLE--

(Oh)

(That felt really bad)

(You stumble, before pulling out your weapon to strike back, and-)

🔨: TAKE THIS, YOU- YOU STUPID MONSTER!!

(The damage from both of your weapons severely outweighs whatever strength your opponent had left.)

(She's safe.)

(....Your knee is scraped really bad though... not to mention the pain in your chest..... ouch.)

🔨: .....

(She's staring down at you.)

(....Oh, she's mad....)

[elegyofthemoon]

im a day late but

💌

mutuals send me a 💌 and ill tell u something i love about you

and i'm several days late hello zorua <333

i don't believe i told you yet. or well here's your reminder if i HAVENT but seriously, i love your ideas for fics. i think i've only read of your works as of now (would love to read more!!), but between both fics and seeing the interactions within each, it's always such an eye opener bc i'll always find myself going "!!!!! I NEVER KNEW I NEEDED THIS!!! BUT IT IS HERE!!!!! AND MY FRIEND WROTE THIS!!!! >:OOO" and it's incredible how you write the characters too ; v ; you really put a lot of thought into the interactions and it pays off well in your writing

[goldeunoias]

A/N: Daisy's descent into darkness <3. Let me know if you want more of these~ (not proofread sowwy)

Step-brother!Jake and his best friend Heeseung who always stand a bit too close to you when you're in the kitchen or walking past them in one of the hallways of your house.

Step-brother!Jake and his best friend Heeseung who leave lingering touches on your thighs and shoulders at the dinner table, your family smiling as they think you're so close. But you knew better

Step-brother! Jake and his best friend Heeseung "accidentally" walk into your room while you're changing when you're needed in the house, despite the fact that their eyes never look away from your partially naked form...

"Jake it's too big," you choked out as he held your arms above your head while your head rested in his lap. Heeseung only chuckled as he pushed your legs further apart, making your body feel like it was splitting in half as your walls melted around his cock.

"Aw, you think big bro's gonna help you?" Jake mocked as he held his grip even firmer when you tried to squirm away, your breathing heavy as Heeseung bottomed out into your core.

You didn't even know how you'd ended up like this. Your brother had called you into his room and before you knew it his lips were crashing onto yours while his best friend locked the door behind you, leaving you trapped in the lions' den.

"Shit~ pussy is at the max isn't it honey? Never taken someone as big as me?" Heeseung cooed in your face through pouted lips, shaking your head no as tears brimmed your eyes.

"Want Jakey to give you a kiss? It'll make you feel better promise," switching positions so he was lying on his side next to you, rolling a hardened bud between his fingers.

You shook your head and tried turning your body to the opposite side, Jake being quicker and grabbing your head and holding it still leaning it with a sinister side smile.

"It's okay to say you want it princess, no need to be so shy," he remarked as he leaned in and kissed you, sliding his tongue into your mouth. Your body shivered as you felt warm saliva from his mouth trickle onto your tongue, your legs shaking as Heesung started moving at a languid but intense base.

"I think princess likes it, she's clamping down on me so tightly" Heeseung groaned as he pressed his hand on your lower belly. You pushed Jake away and let out a shaky breath against his lips as you felt Heeseung's hand press down on where his member was pressing against your cervix, your head getting dizzy from the overwhelming pleasure.

"Now you're making me jealous," Jake purred, sitting up on his knees and pulling down his sweats. He was "kind" enough to give you a pillow to raise your head up some, your eyes crossing as he pressed the tip of his member against your saliva-coated lips.

"Be a good girl and open for me yeah?" Jake then grabbed the back of your head and leaned in, eyes hardening over while he gave you a sweet smile. "If you bite you'll be punished kitten, and I'd hate to have to punish my sweet baby sister mmkay?"

You gulped and nodded, hesitantly letting Jake drop your jaw down. Both Heeseung and Jake hissed as they felt the warmth of both of your entrances, Jake holding your head still as he fucked your mouth.

You instinctively moaned around him as you felt the heat and weight of his member, mind slowly going blank as you got used like a sex toy.

Jake could only smile as he yanked the back of your head off his member, painting your neck in a pearl necklace as he came through a shaky breath.

You could whimper through ragged breaths as you tried to normalize your heart rate, eyes fluttering for a moment as Heeseung raised your knees to your chest going even deeper than before.

Your hands feebly pressed against your chest and you looked to either of them with pleaded eyes, Jake nudging Heeseung to switch with him. You felt your legs shake helplessly around the new male's waist, barely able to process what was happening as Heeseung held your head up to his member.

"Suck."

You tried to open your mouth to fit some of his members as Jake pushed his way past your gummy walls, the new warmth inside you making your belly tingle.

"I think she's finally warming up to us, look at that, she's rutting her hips into me and she doesn't even realize it," Jake teased as he rubbed your essence-soaked slit, your body spasming for a second as you tried to handle the new sensation. Your movements only made Heeseung hold your jaw in place to keep you from moving, drool dripping from your mouth in clear droplets and mixing with the cum that dripped down your chest.

That night at dinner you'd barely be able to focus, trying your best to keep the cum that leaked out of you from soaking your underwear and the dining room seats.....

[babyhatesreality]

Two Sides of the Coin Part One

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky and Little!F!Reader

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, language, pet names, gentle discipline, both Bucky and Steve being secret menaces to each other, fluffity fluff fluff fluff.

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"I need you to be on your best behavior."

"I will be."

"I mean it."

"I know!"

"You promise you'll follow the rules?"

"Yes, I promise!"

"All the rules?"

"All the rules!"

"No trying to get around it or finding loopholes. Best. Behavior."

"I get it!"

Steve sighed heavily. He still wasn't convinced.

"I mean it, Bucky," Steve said.

"I know, Steve!" Bucky replied, his wide eyes the picture of innocence. Just then, you came tearing out of your playroom, a piece of paper gripped firmly in your hand, beelining it straight for your Papa. Steve reached out and scooped you up like you weighed nothing.

"Lookit, Papa, I finished your drawing for you!" you chimed happily.

Steve smiled tightly. "That's great Katie Cat, but what have you been told about running in the apartment?"

Your eyes darted to the side as you thought, then you remembered the rule. You blushed in embarrassment, having forgotten yet again. "M'sorry, Papa," you murmured abashedly, dropping your head onto his shoulder. "Didn't want you to leave wifout your picture and I forgotted again. I sowwy."

The tension left Steve's smile and he kissed your temple. "I forgive you love, but next time when you're super excited, do you think you can try to remember your rules better? I don't want you getting hurt."

You nodded energetically. "I try, Papa! Getting hurt is a no-no!"

"That's right. Now, no more running today or you're getting a Time Out. Understand?"

"I understand."

"Good. Good girl," Steve said proudly, before giving you a big hug and another kiss, this time on the cheek. You snuggled happily back down onto his shoulder. He then turned and looked meaningfully at Bucky, who rolled his eyes.

"Yes, if she runs again today, she'll get a Time Out," he said back in a bored voice. His nose wrinkled and he cocked an eyebrow at his husband. "Honestly, I'm starting to get a little offended here, Cap. You seem to have the impression that I can't take care of her alone."

Steve tilted his head and smiled gently at his love. "It's not that and you know it. I'm just....I don't like being away from her for this long, where I can't see her and protect her and...." He didn't finish the sentence, but Bucky could see it in his eyes. Steve felt guilty for leaving.

For the next month, all the Avengers were being sent out on goodwill missions and press tours- giving back to the community during peacetime. Fury had split the team into mini groups, and all caregivers had been assigned to separate teams so no little was left alone. They were quick missions, only three days long, but to Steve, the idea of leaving the both of you felt like an eternity. He'd been doing well to hide it, but the mask had slipped now that it truly was go time.

All offense forgotten, Bucky smiled and stepped in closer to the two of you. He put a soothing hand on the small of Steve's back, rubbing gently. "You know that I'll do right by our girl," he said softly. "Nothing's gonna happen- not on my watch. AND I promise that we'll have bedtimes and vegetables and screen time restrictions and Time Outs."

At that, you popped your head up. "How's come Time Outs?" you asked, outraged, only catching part of the discussion. "I didn't do nothing!"

Bucky's lips twisted as he tried to suppress his smile at your ire. "Not yet, you haven't," he said, a twinkle in his eye. "But you think you can honestly be one hundred percent good for three whole days straight?" he asked you, smirking.

"Oh. Prob'ly not," you said matter of factly, before laying your head back down on Steve's shoulder. Bucky turned back to Steve, his grin wrapping around his face.

"See? I got this," he said cheerfully, making Steve chuckle.

"Yeah, I know you do, punk," Steve said, softening, as he leaned in to kiss Bucky lovingly. He set you down, then leaned down so you were eye to eye. "Alright, Katie Cat. Best behaviors, okay?"

"Okay, Papa! I try!"

"Oh, I didn't mean you. I meant for Daddy. You're gonna have to keep him on his best behavior, you know. It's a full time job."

"I do it!" you giggled, twisting around in glee. "If Daddy's bad, does he get a Time Out?" It made you laugh to think of your big, bad Daddy smushed into the Time Out corner.

Steve smiled indulgently at you. "Tell you what. You keep a list of all the bad things Daddy does while I'm gone, and I'll take care of him when I get back. Deal?" he said mischievously. Bucky shot him an unamused look as you laughed uproariously.

"Deal! Oh, I 'most forgot!! Here's your picture to take wif you, okay?" You held up the drawing to your beloved Papa, who took it carefully, examining it. "See, it's you and Daddy and me and Jellybean! And we playin' in the park, an' dat's da fountain and the swings and the sun!"

Steve immediately scooped you back up into the biggest bear hug imaginable. "I love it Baby Girl, thank you," he whispered into your ear. "It's going right on the mirror in the hotel where I'll see it every day." You hugged your Papa fiercely back- you couldn't ask for better than that.

About ten minutes later, you and Bucky waved as the Quinjet took off into the clear blue sky. After a quick touch base with Tony, Natasha, and Sylvie about a playdate over the next three days, Bucky took your hand and let you skip and hop next to him, all the way back down the elevator and to your apartment. You stepped together over the threshold and Bucky shut the door behind you. It was quiet. Very quiet. You two sighed in sync. Then just as Bucky looked down at you, you looked up at him. Identical grins of mischief cracked across both of your faces.

"Let's do it," you both said in agreement.

Five minutes later, you were seated on top of the kitchen island, directing the madness. "We need MORE Oreos, Daddy!"

Bucky crumbled another handful of Oreos on top of the already way-too-big 3 flavored ice cream sundae he was making. "Alright, got it. What else?" he asked you. "Let's see, we got m&ms, hot fudge, cherries, sprinkles-"

"Chocolate AND rainbow!"

"Right, chocolate and rainbow, can't have one without the other. We've also got potato chips, caramel popcorn, Skittles, Twizzlers, gummy bears..."

"Do we got any of the hot Cheetos left??"

"No, Papa made me get rid of them."

"Booooooo."

"Tell me about it. Do we need anything else?"

"Whipped cream!"

"Good call, Trouble. I think that'll do it then!" You cheered loudly as he picked you up off the kitchen counter, tossing you into the air playfully before blowing a raspberry on your cheek. He set you down as you were still laughing. "Get two big spoons, okay?"

"Okay!" you said, charging towards the spoon drawer. "Dis is WAY better dan vegetables."

Bucky stopped and turned to look at you. "That's right- I did promise Papa we'd have vegetables, didn't I?" Your little brow instantly wrinkled, not liking where this was going and having instant regret from bringing it up. "Well, guess we gotta keep our promises." Bucky reached into the fridge and withdrew one carrot stick. He unceremoniously jammed it into the top of the scoop of strawberry. "There we go," he said, nodding in satisfaction. "Shall we?"

The rest of the morning was spent devouring the sugar-loaded monstrosity while sitting in a huge blanket fort the two of you made in the living room and watching Disney movies. You offered a running commentary on all of them, which Bucky found to be absolutely hilarious. After two and a half movies, you finally crashed from the sugar high so the two of you cuddled on the sleeping bags and cushions that made up the base of the blanket fort and took a long nap. You ordered pizza for dinner and it was awesome.

The rest of Steve's time away was just like that- the two of you making an absolute mess of the apartment and doing whatever you wanted. Within reason of course- Bucky wasn't about to put himself in a situation where he'd have to explain to Steve how you'd gotten hurt while running in the apartment on his watch. He helped you burn your energy out in other ways though, like taking you to the giant swimming pool in the Avengers training gym. He made you wear a lifejacket and double floaties on all four limbs. When you complained loudly and passionately, he just responded with his mischievous grin, and launched you high into the air, where you cannonballed into the water spectacularly. You had so many floaties on that you barely dipped below the surface. Your protests disappeared in an instant, changing to calls for "AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN!!!!!" You two stayed in the pool until all your fingers looked like prunes.

You had a fun playdate with Peter, the twins, and Prince Loki, but honestly you preferred making mischief with your Daddy at home. On the last night of just the two of you, he took you up to the roof of the tower, and the two of you star gazed together. He pointed out constellations to you, and you listened in hushed wonder at the stories that Bucky was able to weave from the stars.

The day Steve was due to arrive home, it was Sergeant Daddy and Private Baby Cleaning Time, which you always thoroughly enjoyed. By the time you two were done, there was not a trace of any shenanigans whatsoever. The whole team was on deck to greet the returning Avengers that evening, and soon the air was full of joyful screams of the littles as they were reunited with their caregivers. Steve scooped you up and cuddled you tight while you hugged him as hard around the neck as you could, determined not to let go. He then blew a huge raspberry on your cheek, making you shriek with laughter. He gave Bucky a long kiss, and the three of you made your way back to the apartment.

As you babbled on to Steve with the very carefully crafted version of the truth about your exploits over the past couple days that Bucky had coached you on, you missed the subtle but detailed visual sweep of the apartment that Steve was doing. When you had finally told him everything down to you and Bucky going to the launch pad to greet the Quinjet's return, Steve tossed you in the air before giving you another bear hug.

"That sounds like a very fun time, pup. Did you and Daddy obey all the rules? All the time?"

You nodded vigorously, because technically you HAD. "There were vegetables and naps and I didn't run in the apartment!"

Steve chuckled. "That's my good girl. Hey- guess what?" he asked playfully, setting you back down on the ground.

"What?"

"If you go look in the small blue duffle bag that's on Daddy's and my bed, I think you might find a surprise..." With a shriek, you started to tear off. But before you got two steps, you stopped so fast you nearly knocked yourself over. You then began speed walking as fast as you could without calling it running.

"I am not running Papa, just so you know!" you hollered over your shoulder as you rounded the corner and he couldn't see you anymore. Steve burst out laughing at that, before pulling Bucky in for a much deeper kiss than before. Once the two of the finally broke apart, Steve leaned back, giving Bucky a knowing look.

"So. I'm impressed, Sergeant. Can't tell that the two of you have been wreaking havoc in here for the past three days at all," Steve said, grinning lovingly at his husband.

"I didn't do anything," Bucky said sanctimoniously, with a little shake of his head. When Steve began to laugh, he stopped him with mischievous kiss.

A/N- Okay, so I was going to do this as one big story, but it's already too long and I haven't posted in a while, so here you go. Part two coming in as fast as I can finish it, and I bet you know what's coming.... :D Here's Part Two!

[kyupidos]

02/14/25 — twisted wonderland <3

lean into your touch — summary. ‘riddle wants to confess to you. he’s trying not to lean into your touch, but he quite likes your presence.”

characters ;; riddle rosehearts , tags ;; reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader may or may not be yuu ( up to the reader ), romantic fluff

a/n ( OHH ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I WROTE A FIC…oh boy…so this isn’t the best i think, i’m sowwy..but i wanted to get something out for valentine’s day! i intended to write for way more characters than just riddle, but riddle’s was getting so long ( for my taste at least ) and i’ve already been plagued w terrible writer’s block ( hence my break cough ). but hey what’s not to love about riddle and romance <3 i’ll write for other characters w the same concept when i get the chance at least! / oh, and i’m kinda switching up the format?? idk if u can tell.

more under cut!

r. rosehearts

a classical romantic, as expected of riddle. he prepares some roses from the heartslabyul gardens, and spends hours in the mirror of his room practicing a rough draft of the romantic things he has to say to you; because sevens knows he’d end up tripping up here and there if he winged it, and he wants to impress you.

it’s a shame it doesn’t work, though, because of course your presence on such a romantic day gets him flustered when he thinks about the more intimate ideas he shied away from, like going on a secret rendezvous or..’kabedon’ing’? you to confess his love like how he’s read before in romance novels given to him by trey to “study” for his plans with you today.

he succeeds at first, only to be silenced by you getting a bit too close to him, causing his heart to flutter as you just as quickly take hold of his hand, craftily navigating the maze as if you’d practiced going along this specific route.

it was then the two of you were met with one of the maze’s gazebos in a more open area, but to his surprise, it was decorated with a plethora of over the top valentines decorations. in the center, as the two of you approached for easier viewing, he noticed, a little tea set with tea already prepared—still hot, he noticed from the steam emitting from the tea pot, and he can’t help but wonder how far you’d planned this without him knowing.

finally, you bring him to sit beside you, only now letting go of his hand now that you finished guiding him ( though he leaned into the hand hold in defiance for just a split second before realizing how ‘scandalous’ it was ).

“riddle, i know i interrupted your speech, sorry..” you began, and his eyes lit up in slight recognition at the fact you seemed to already be aware of what he was originally planning. “i just wanted a change of scenery i guess!”

riddle immediately nodded his head stiffly, as you prepared the tea for the both of you, and he didn’t fail to notice how you did so while following the tea related rules.

“yes, yes of course..because it’s the most romantic day of the year, correct?”

and just like that, riddle was flustered again as you seemed to smile at him in as much genuinity and warmth you could muster, as if you were congratulating him for getting it ‘correct’.

“exactly!” your smile seemed to grow bigger, and riddle questioned to himself if that was a possible thing, as he looked a bit down from your eyes to notice how you seemed to be a bit nervous and flustered yourself. “you see riddle, since it’s valentines and i’ve been meaning to tell you, i-“

“allow me to finish what i had to say before, [y/n],” he blatantly interrupts, and you wonder if he’s getting back at you for when you did so the first time.

he takes one of the biscuits from the basket laid on the side of the table, and he notes how it doesn’t taste exactly like how trey made it. in fact, it was much more likely you made it yourself, and that alone made him more elated of how far you went for this moment.

“[y/n], i adore you,” and he says this through a shiver down his spine, but he sits up a little more proudly when he notices your more flustered appearance. “and i’d be more than happy if you would be my partner…from now to forever.”

you didn’t respond immediately, but got closer to him, in his personal space as if the table between the two of you didn’t exist in the first place.

“riddle…can i kiss you?” and then you continued, as his breath hitched at the moment, “because i love you too.”

que another moment of stiffness and reddening of his face, which you made a face at that was clearly meant to tease him. he can’t find it in himself to be mad about it, though.

“o-oh…yes, of course! since we’re beloveds now..”

and the moment he approved, you suddenly were leaning in just enough to give him a soft kiss on the lips, before slowly pulling away, leaving him to unconsciously try to lean in to your touch again, before making the choice to control himself as you got up from your chair to approach him more personally.

“let’s go on our own official date then, yeah?”

and this time, he more selfishly leans into your touch as he takes the initiative to hold your hand in his own, joining you as he stood up.

“of course, my…” and he hesitates a bit before you nod, and suddenly he’s much calmer. “my dear. let’s head off then, shall we? i have a much better place for the two of us to spend our time.”

it didn’t go quite as planned, riddle thinks to himself as this time he’s the one who guides you, but at the very least, he can lean into your touch without fail.

thank u for reading!! likes n comments are appreciated!!

[moonlit-imagines]

Screw Dumb Boys

Dustin Henderson x reader

warnings:

a/n: sowwy this took so long i hope u like it cuz i did actually enjoy writing it!!

prompt: @littlegaaby: “Hello! I would like to request a one-shot for Dustin Henderson from Stranger Things with a reader (gn or fem) who is very jealous of Dustin with Suzie, as if they were friends in love before Dustin went to camp and the reader is jealous of the way Dustin tries to talk to Suzie using his brain and the reader vents this to Max over the walkie talkie and Dustin ends up listening, it could end very cute with him and the reader confessing! I'm not sure if I explained it correctly haha, feel free to delete if you're confused and I'm sorry for the bad English, have a nice day!”

When Dustin came back from camp, you were ecstatic. The whole day, you couldn’t stop rambling about all you could do together to make up for lost time over the summer. Seriously, it was driving everyone crazy. “Y/N, we’re all excited to see Dustin again, not just you.” Mike finally interrupted and you looked to Max in your anger, the only person who understood your feelings here. She shook her head, trying to communicate it wasn’t worth the trouble and you’d soon see Dustin later today.

Well, when Dustin got home, things changed. He couldn’t wait to tell the Party about Suzie—his girlfriend from camp. Your soul practically left your body at the news, despite the skepticism of your friends.

“He’s probably lying, y/n.” Max tried to comfort you after you abruptly split from the group. “He’s a boy, he’s clueless. The rest of us have all had boyfriends and girlfriends, he’s just trying to catch up or something and had time to make up a story while he was bored at camp.” She was reallt convincing, but you didn’t think Dustin was lying. Especially to you. He was really your best friend and once you were calm enough to rejoin the group, he gushed to you about her.

“She’s super smart. Genius, actually. And she’s funny in a really mature, intelligent way. Very refreshing. And she’s pretty—long hair, dark eyes, nice smile.” Dustin was getting increasingly annoying by the second and it looked like you were about to burst a blood vessel.

“You notice anything wrong with y/n?” Lucas asked from across the room. You were staring off into space and boucing a leg while Dustin continued his ramblings. “They seem…off.”

“Yeah, they were like, super excited for Dustin to come home and now they’re just sitting there. Where did all those plans they were talking about go?” Mike added, looking to Max for an answer.

“What? I don’t know anything…” She defensively replied, but Lucas knew better.

“Wait…no way…” Lucas started laughing and tapped Mike on the shoulder. “Y/N likes Dustin. That’s why they look so pissed, he’s talking about his fake girlfriend and they’re getting jealous.” Mike continued observing and his jaw dropped. “I’m right, aren’t I?” The boys started cackling at the idea and Max was quick to hit both of them to quiet them down before you noticed. But she knew you needed a quick save.

“Shit, y/n!” Max yelled, looking at Lucas’s watch. “We gotta go, we’re gonna be late!” You looked confused a moment before it clicked that she was attempting a rescue.

“Oh, shit! Sorry, guys, I’ll call you later.” You grabbed all your stuff and ran out the door fast as possible without explanation with Max to follow, laughing as soon as you two got out of earshot, but you were still very upset. “I don’t think he’s kidding.”

“Oh, come on! Even if he isn’t, apparently she lives in Utah. Like that’ll last.” She tried her best to support you, but you were still coming down from the excitement of seeing him. This was a huge letdown and a devastating blow. “We can do something to get your mind off of it. Who cares about boys anyway? I’ll even break up with Lucas again and we can be single together. Screw dumb boys!”

“You’re a good friend, Max.” She finally got a chuckle out of you and she gave you a hug. “Can we get McDonald’s?”

—————

In all the turmoil of the Mind Flayer, you couldn’t get over your failed romance with Dustin. You thought the stress was honestly making it worse, and you were really getting tired of fighting for your life.

“He’s so stupid!” You shouted from the backseat with Max and Steve in attendance. “You seriously didn’t tell Dustin I liked him?” You started taking it out on Steve as he drove.

“No, no!” He defended, trying to focus on the road and saving, you know, all of Hawkins. “Y/N, don’t you think if I knew, I would have told him? I didn’t even think the girl was real, if I’m being honest.”

“It’s fine, y/n. He’s not the only guy in Hawkins.” Max tried to comfort you with the same old story.

“How many people in Hawkins are going to understand what we’ve been through. We have a connection, and I’m not gonna just give up because he’s got a girlfriend, you know?” You bit your tongue and took a breath. “Is that messed up?”

“I think it’s romantic.” Steve answered. “I mean, you guys go way back. You shouldn’t stop fighting for him.”

“Hey, we haven’t heard anything from the others in a while?” Max changed the subject, you’d been waiting for an update on the other teams for a while now. “Where’s the radio?”

“I have it.” You moved and heard it beep, meaning you’d just released the button. You were sitting on it. The blood drained from your face as you realized that you just broadcasted your very private conversation to everyone you knew. “Shit!”

“Hey, don’t worry. Maybe you just pressed it!” Steve said, going pale since Dustin might have just heard him gunning for a breakup of his very new and first relationship.

“Is that true, y/n?” You heard Dustin call over the radio. “Over.”

“Maybe. Over.” You nervously responded and Max grabbed the radio from your hand.

“Mind your business, Henderson!” Max yelled into the radio.

“You didn’t say over. Over.” Said Dustin.

“Over!” She yelled and tossed the radio on the front passenger seat. Your face was buried in your hands and you were already crying, Max did her best to console you since you did the most embarrassing thing anyone could ever do. “We’re almost at the spot. What do you want me to do?”

“Hide me from him.” You told her.

“I can help with that.” Steve added.

Once you’d reached the meeting spot. Dustin was waiting for you. Steve and Max were basically forming a wall to hide you, which was even more humiliating. You could hear the boys giggling over your pain, but Dustin pushed through Steve and Max and gave you a hug.

“I’m sorry.” He told you. “I am stupid.”

“It’s okay.” You responded, bursting into tears iver all the stress. Loss, embarrassment, and fear all catching up to you at once. “I’m glad you’re happy, Dustin.”

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[angelicdanvers]

BREATHE DEEPER | four.

a charlie bushnell x fem!reader social media fic.

y/n

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y/n — australia’s my new fav country

tagged | levizmiller

levizmiller i’m challenging you to another round of pool tonight ↳ y/n bet

iamcharliebushnell when’d you go to australia? 😭 ↳ y/n when u didn’t show up for acai bowls >:( ↳ iamcharliebushnell im sowwy ↳ y/n DONT YOU DARE ↳ iamcharliebushnell okok sorry but thought you'd be in london ↳ y/n soon, yeah :')

levizmiller y/n im gonna poke you ↳ y/n okayy hi ↳ levizmiller let’s get boba ↳ y/n YES

dior.n.goodjohn I MISS U COME BACK TO ME ↳ y/n once my australian chronicles are over i promise i will <3 ↳ dior.n.goodjohn WOOOO

walker.scobell youre pretty! ↳ y/n thanks lil dude!

i.am.andrewalvarez AUSSIEEE ↳ y/n THE SWEET ESCAPE FR

aryansimhadri DID YOU SEE KANGAROOS ↳ y/n NO NOT YET THOUGH I HOPE I DO

dailymail Y/n and Levi? ;)

user omg bf reveal happening??

user2 ive never held my breath this much

“GALILEO’S GALS” — 5 notifications!

chanel’s enemy Y/N

lee lee Y/N

dr dre why am i in this gc

chanel’s enemy because u are

lee lee we’re getting off topic Y/NNN CMERE

↳ hiiiii?

chanel’s enemy HIIII HRU ILY

↳ ILY TOO BAE IM GOOD WBU

chanel’s enemy WE GOOD WE HAVE SOME ?’s THO

↳ oh?

lee lee ARE YOU AND LEVI DATING

dr dre OHH THIS MAKES SENSE YEAH ARE YOU??

↳ nooooo

chanel’s enemy that’s a very interesting no

↳ we’re not but idk

chanel’s enemy what

lee lee girl wdym

↳ we’re not dating but i think he likes me? idk

dr dre do you like him back though???

↳ eh he’s very sweet but i’ve always seen him as a best friend, i don’t think we could be more

lee lee do you want to be more??

↳ i mean, i’d give him a chance if he asked? but it’s not anything i’m particularly into or wanting

chanel’s enemy okay that helps

↳ uhhh why

dr dre well if my sleepy ass remembers correctly, everyone and their mother are wondering if you’re dating

↳ nah that aint possible

lee lee it is, stupid dailymail picked up on it first 💀

↳ my manager’s asleep, no wonder she hasn’t updated me lol oh well idgaf they can think what they want

chanel’s enemy but even walker and charlie are 😭

↳ they’re gonna forget it in t-minus four secs it’s fine

dr dre whatever you say, ma’am but are you sure that ‘cryptic’ caption won’t cause any issues??

↳ uhh andrew you’re scaring me

dr dre what if someone likes you? like like-likes you and knows you and gets hella jealous or doubtful? and not saying charlie does but he was raving about how he might finally get to hang out with you, ONE ON ONE. what if he thinks he can't because he thinks you two are dating?

↳ bro first off ik you don’t like me, neither does aryan and i know its DEFINITELY not walker

lee lee girl he had a celeb crush on you a few years ago dont tell him i told u that

chanel’s enemy LMFAOOOO but no andrew has a point how come you didn’t mention charlie? 🤨

dr dre yeah i was just aboutta say 🤨 especially after my little analysis?

↳ SECONDLY, guys, charlie doesn’t. not one bit and that’s obvious, like he isn’t even in considerations. i understand what he may feel but he has nothing to worry about. he knows i won't ditch him or anything lol (right?) but if anything the only person that’d be a little confused or whatnot is william

chanel’s enemy WHAT?? AS IN WILLIAM FRANKLYN MILLER??

lee lee huh 😃

↳ we dated for a month back when we were 15 or so and realized we were way better off as friends

lee lee why ?

↳ idk i think i was just jealous of lily 😭 but anyways we’ve been just friends since and i’m completely happy with that. i don't see him romantically anymore, yeah he’s hot but like nah. but yeah if he was confused, it's probably because i was best friends with levi when we dated too and might question if he was the cause of our split?? AGAIN THATS IF HE OVERTHINKS IT

dr dre i feel like i’m reading an autobiographical analysis you definitely are fond towards “millers”

↳ ur welcome <333 and NO i am not

chanel’s enemy okok so we got several people who’d be jealous

↳ WHAT WDYM SEVERAL I ONLY LISTED ONE

lee lee ain’t no way you’re ignoring charlie

↳ DUDES I REALLY DONT THINK HE LIKES ME

dr dre but there could be a possibility? just don’t rule him out

↳ bro he doesn't like me 😭 but yeah trust me everything’s gonna be okay again i dont like anyone and no one likes me, and we'll make sure it's obvious i'm single in case anyone does though that may take a while... ANYWAYS

lee lee suuuuure you should hang out with charlie btw

↳ idk why but im scared to 😭

lee lee but you need to he misses you a lot yk

↳ doesn’t change the fact that im SCARED

lee lee WHY WOULD YOU BE SCARED ITS JUST CHARLIE

↳ IDK I JUST DONT WANNA SEEM STUPID OR UNATTRACTIVE AND SHIT

lee lee HE FLIRTS WITH YOU ALL THE TIME AND MESSES UP JUST AS MUCH, YOURE NOT THE EMBARRASSING ONE HERE

↳ DUDE I KNOW I CAN BE AND I DONT WANNA DRIVE HIM AWAY

dr dre sure you and levi hang out and are sweet and shit but BRO the teeth rotting sugar is you and charlie in your damn COMMENTS

↳ ITS NOT THAT BAD, IS IT?? 😭 GOD I HOPE CHARLIE DOESNT THINK OF ME ANY DIFFERENTLY

chanel’s enemy i think u like charlie, miss girl

↳ NO

dr dre nah, they’d be cute together, even charlie said so himself

chanel’s enemy you dumbass

dr dre uhhh ANYWAYS said too much im gonna sleep again love youse

lee lee BRO yeah night babes <3

chanel’s enemy LOVE U BAE GN

↳ what the duck STUPID AUTOCORRECT WHAT THE FUCK AINT NO WAY YALL JUST DIPPED fine ily guys too </3 BUT DONT THINK IM LETTING THAT GO EASILY ugh what do you guys mean 😭 aint no way thats true OKOK YK WHAT BYE!! FOR REAL THIS TIME

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thank you so much for all your love and support, it really means the world to me. y/n's beginning to find out certain things, wonder where things will go from here 🤔

as always, i will continue updating the taglist :)

i love you and am so proud of you, stay safe and drink water <3

[destinedfordiapers]

Sammy’s Little Problem, Chapter 27

“Alright, little ones, settle down! It’s Harry Potter time. I see a few new faces, so my name is Kendra for those who don’t know. I started Little’s Corner two years ago after I became my sweet Hannah’s Caregiver. It was so hard to find social activities for her, so I figured, why not start my own?”

Hannah squealed excitedly at the mention of her name. “Kendwa is my cawgiwer,” she lisps to Sammy.

Sammy nods her head. “I heard.”

“You’ll have to forgive her,” Jane adds, “She loves the attention, don’t you, Hannah?”

“Hey, do not!” Hannah squeals.

“Hannah, remember we use our inside voices in Little’s Corner!” Kendra chides.

“Sowwy,” Hannah pouts.

“Now, where did we leave off last time?” Kendra asks the group.

A cacophony of shouting erupts from the Littles.

“Hogwarts!”

“Train!”

Kendra smiled as the Littles’ shouting died down. “Hmmm, I heard some things about Hogwarts and trains.”

“Harry just arrived at Hogwarts, Miss Kendra,” Jane said confidently.

“Good job, Jane! Last we left, Harry was about to get on the tiny boats carrying them to Hogwarts!”

Sammy looked around at the other Littles waiting in blissful anticipation for Harry Potter—not a care in the world. None of them seemed even remotely embarrassed to be here. They simply enjoyed themselves.

For a split second, Sammy wondered if they had it right. Maybe giving in and embracing her new life would be better. Wouldn’t it be easier not to worry about Stanford, studying, and proving she’s not some helpless Little?

“No!” Sammy told herself, “I’m not like them! I’ll never be a mindless Little, content to toddle around in a poopy diaper. Never.”

Still, the thought shook Sammy to her core. What if all these Littles were like her? Did they also try to fight to retain their independence? Would that mean she is doomed to the same fate?

Sammy struggled to maintain her composure. She didn’t want to think about that. Not here, not now. Fortunately, Kendra had started the next chapter of Harry Potter. And—to Sammy’s surprise—it was surprisingly entertaining.

Fortunately for Sammy, Harry Potter had always been her favorite book series. After a long day of studying and equations, nothing beats escaping into a world of magic and adventure. She had read them so often that her books were practically falling apart.

Sammy let herself escape once again into Harry Potter. It was comfortable, like a warm blanket and cup of hot cocoa on a cold winter day.

She was so immersed in the story that she barely noticed the commotion brewing around her—or the rapidly worsening smell.

“Hannah,” Jane said, “Did you go poopoo? Someone stinks!”

Sammy snapped back into reality when Hannah fell onto her lap, screaming. “No! Didn’t! No poopoo!”

Kendra stopped reading and focused on Hannah, who was fighting Jane’s attempts to check Hannah’s diaper.

“Jane, honey,” Kendra said kindly, “I appreciate you trying to help, but next time, maybe ask a Caregiver for help.”

Jane let go of the squirming Hannah. “Yes, Miss Kendra. I’m sorry…”

“No need to apologize, dear. You just wanted to help!” Kendra said as she picked Hannah up from Sammy’s lap.

“I think she made a stinky, Miss Kendra!” Jane said.

“Did not!” Hannah yelled again.

Kendra pulled back Hannah’s diaper, ignoring the struggling Little’s attempts to squirm free, “Whew, you’re right, Jane!”

Jane smiled proudly.

“Sorry for Hannah jumping on you, little one,” Kendra said to Sammy, “Hannah here will do anything and everything to hide her messy diapers. Can you apologize to her, Hannah?”

“No! I didn’t poopoo! Did not! Did not!” Hannah screamed.

“Well,” Kendra laughed, “Maybe she will apologize once she’s changed.”

“I-it’s okay, Miss Kendra,” Sammy said.

“You’re sweet,” Kendra said, turning to the group, “Sorry, little ones, I’ll be right back after a quick diaper change. Hold tight.”

Another caregiver stood up. “I can change Hannah for you, Kendra. You have a gaggle of Littles hanging at your every word. And I’m much better at changing diapers than reading out loud!”

Kendra smiles thankfully. “Are you sure? She’s a handful when she’s like this!”

“Not a problem! Believe me, my little one knows how to throw a tantrum or two when he doesn’t want to be changed.”

“Well, thank you,” Kendra says, handing over a screaming Hannah to the Caregiver, “My diaper bag is right over there.”

“Got it,” she says, “C’mon, Hannah, let’s get you changed.”

Hannah’s screams died down as she was carried away. Kendra sits back down, searching for where she left off.

“Sammy, honey,” Allie whispers in Sammy’s ear, “Why don’t you come over here with me for a second?”

“O-okay,” Sammy moans, not wanting to miss any more Harry Potter. She follows Allie to her seat.

“Just thought you’d want some privacy,” Allie says.

“Allie!” Sammy squeals as Allie lowers Sammy’s jeans and inspects Sammy’s diaper.

“Honey, nobody is paying any attention,” Allie assures Sammy, pulling her jeans back over her diaper, “You don’t need a change quite yet. Go back and listen to Harry Potter.”

Not wanting to risk any further embarrassment, Sammy immediately heads back and sits next to Jane.

“Sorry about that,” Jane whispers, “Didn’t mean for Hannah to fall on you.”

“It’s okay. She was really upset!” Sammy answers.

“She does that every time she has a messy diaper! You’d think she’d be used to it by now. But nope. A tantrum every time.”

“How do you know?” Sammy asks.

“She’s my…well, I guess little sister,” Jane responds, “Kendra is both our Caregiver!”

“Oh! I thought she was only Hannah’s Caregiver.”

“Nope, mine too! I just prefer not to be mentioned every Little’s Corner. It’s embarrassing.”

“I don’t blame you,” Sammy replied, “I wouldn’t want everyone staring at me, either.”

“When did you get classified?” Jane asks.

“This year! Not long ago,” Sammy concedes.

Jane gives Sammy a look somewhere between pity and understanding. “Oh. Yeah, it’s hard at the beginning. But it gets easier, I promise.”

“I hope so,” Sammy says, “Because it still feels strange being in diapers and having a Caregiver follow me around.”

“Yeah, I know. I watched Hannah go through it three years ago. She fought and fought. But she’s much happier now!”

“What do you mean?” Sammy asked.

“Well, her dream was always to attend college and be a teacher. She babysat for the entire neighborhood from the moment she was old enough. I think she wanted to be a first-grade teacher. I don’t remember, exactly. Definitely elementary school.”

Sammy felt a pit form in her stomach. “Did…did she ever go to college?”

“No,” Jane answered flatly, “The daycare program said she couldn’t handle college courses. So, that was that.”

“How did she handle it?”

“Well, by the time she was denied, I don’t think she really cared. I think she enjoys the attention as a Little.”

“She enjoys it?”

“I think so! You think it’s hard to believe?”

Sammy hesitated. “I mean, yeah. It’s hard to imagine enjoying this, you know?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I mean, it does at first, sure. But there’s something comforting about knowing someone is watching over you, caring for you. Not having to stress.”

“I…I guess…”

“You’ll see what I mean! That’s why it is almost impossible to make it through the college daycare program. So many Littles fail. But they never seem to mind, in the end. I was lucky, my grades were terrible. Wasn’t going to college anyway.”

“I-impossible?” Sammy stuttered, genuinely frightened.

Jane realized her mistake immediately. “Definitely not impossible. Two people from my grade made it to college! I’m sure you can, too!”

“I…I hope so…” Sammy whimpered.

Before Jane could answer, Hannah rushed over to Jane. “All clean! No more ickies!”

“Glad to hear it, squirt! Come here,” Jane said, sitting Hannah between her legs.

Hannah turned to Sammy. “Hey, wanna come pway, Sammy? I have wotsa fun toys and a pool! We can pway Mermaids!”

“You’re such a sweetie,” Jane said to Hannah, “Always making friends. But she’s right, Sammy. You should come play!”

“I…okay,” Sammy said unevenly. She did want to make some friends. But the thought of a playdate was still nerve-wracking. “I’ll have to ask my Caregiver.”

“Ask me what?” Allie said.

Sammy jumped. “Oh, I didn’t know you were there!”

“You three were chattering away! Didn’t even notice Kendra had finished reading!”

Sammy blushed.

“Can Hannah come pway with us, Miss Sammy’s Cawgiver? Pweeease?!?!” Hannah asked Allie, jumping up and down.

Allie looked at Sammy. “Well, I don’t see why not! Would you like that, Sammy?”

“Pwease, Sammy!” Hannah squealed, “We’ll have the bessest time ewer!! Pwomise!”

“Are you making more friends?” Kendra interrupted, picking Hannah up and putting her on her hip.

“Mhm! Dis Sammy!” Hannah said.

“Hello, Sammy,” Kendra said, “Is this your Caregiver?”

“Alyssa,” Allie told Kendra, “Sammy’s my new Little.”

“Nice to meet you, Alyssa. I’d be happy to host you two for a playdate! We can have some wine by the pool while they swim. And my husband has been itching for an excuse to fire up his new grill.”

“That sounds great!” Allie responds, “Wanna go, Sammy?”

“It’ll be fun!” Jane adds.

“Sure!” Sammy agrees.

As Allie and Kendra exchange numbers, Sammy frets over what Jane said. Was it actually that hard to make it to college? Would she end up like Hannah? Would she become so little she'd throw tantrums over messy diapers in public?

It was all Sammy could think about until she fell asleep later that night.

Go to Chapter Twenty-Eight.

[ghostfacesvalentine]

HALLOWEEN DAY 28: The Exorcist- Jason Todd x Fem!Reader NSFW

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Warning: NSFW! Brief mentions of horror movies/demonic movies but nothing going into detail. Mmm idk cursing, Jason being dirty lol whore. What do u want from me.

Type: Blurb

Request: N/A

Word count: N/A

Prompt: Reader tried to get Jason into the movies she likes, but Jason likes to multitask.

Notes: This is literally nothing but pure smut. Sowwy. Had a similar experience to inspire this and I figured it fit Jason perfectly. What do you think?

Jason never really cared for horror movies, especially the demonic ones, but when you were in fuzzy socks and little Halloween sleep shorts that left nothing to the imagination, he couldn’t resist. “Yeah whatever you say”

Listening to you yap away about the story and what’s true in it and what isn’t. He’s drifting in and out as you talk, you’re buzzed and both of you chose to stay in for Halloween. It’s your favorite holiday and you had to beg him to take it off. He didn’t put up much of a fight and when he sees you all glazed over and excited about the movie you finally convinced him to watch, he can’t help himself.

It wasn’t like there was much else to do tonight anyway, it was a weekday after all. You made popcorn, had snacks sprawled out, you prepared for this in hopes that he would be able to get into scary movies with you, specifically The Exorcist.

Before the introduction of the characters, Jason had you on your elbows, hands warm inside the leg holes of your pajama shorts, only pushed them aside with your panties to expose your slick folds. Your back was deliciously arched, his hands gripped your whole asscheeks as he lined himself against your entrance. “Come on baby, we can both still watch the movie” he snorted, mouth watering at the wetness he felt with his tip. He gripped the back of your head, making you face the TV screen as he impaled you with his cock, you breathed out a sharp moan when he stuffed himself in all the way.

“Fuck.” You hissed out as he pulled you back against his hips, you couldn’t see him, your hair messily in the way of your vision as he began to pound himself into you.

Jason’s eyes rolled back as he picked up the rhythm, the screams and shouts of the movie became distant in his ears as he only focused on your moans and breathless voice. The more you whimpered and jolted away, the stronger his grip felt, pulling you back in place as you felt yourself becoming undone.

“What else can you tell me about this movie doll?” He asked genuinely, but you were so caught up on the way his dick stroked your insides. Before you could acknowledge the feeling of his tip bulging into you, he pulled out then thrusted back in. You couldn’t keep up with the pressure, his knees were in between yours, splitting them more and more apart as he kept up his pace.

You buried your face into the mattress, your hair was anxiously in the way of your breathing. Usually in other times, he would be more handsy but he was on a mission to make you cream all over his thick girth. You didn’t even have time or energy to remember what movie you were watching, only focused on the tightness of your belly.

The praying and screaming remained on the screen, your hopeless whines were still audible though and even if Jason didn’t want you to scream out your lungs, he still secretly loved when you couldn’t help yourself.

“Such a good girl, fuck. You feel great princess, wanna paint your walls” he breathed out, his thrusts becoming sharper than the rest. You felt your body twitch, your walls clenched up as his dick grazed your g spot at the right pace. “Be an angel and give me your hand.” He hissed, but you couldn’t understand, too caught up in the fuzzy feeling as you felt your body squirt into the sheets. “Or not.” He told himself as he grabbed your hand to cup his balls. Jason tilted his head back as he felt your hand tense up, feet squirm beside him as you felt your orgasm come in waves and he felt it squeeze his dick deliciously. “My fucking baby.”

[crushedsweets]

i'm so obsessed w your blog you really unlocked all the nostalgia that's always waiting under the surface frfr i hope you send me spiraling all the way down again i miss it here so bad. anyway can i ask. what u got on... jane my beloved... sowwy if there's already like. posts abt it i'll go thru your whole blog someday and learn everything like my uni books xx

ok some quick warm up doodles this morning to go with the chat i got... tw for torture, stalking, really sad stuff.

link to my au that has a page with her in it

ok to start off with, jane/liu aren't TOO present in my story because jane and liu live really normal lives. most of their personal story is about recovery and growth, they were victims not aggressors. they're more involved in ninas story, rather than the overarching slender/operator paranormal problems...

jane grew up in an upper middle class household with incredibly loving parents. she was majoring in criminal psychology and lived with her parents, since they were close to the uni. it was during her second year in university that jeff began stalking her. he'd leave dead animals on her doorstep, light fires in her garbage cans, shatter windows without even entering the house, key her car, leave cryptic writings on her car that say stuff like '1f' (1female) to further scare her.

it wasn't that there was anything special about jane, but she had a super easy, very strict schedule to follow. her uni classes were all in the same building at the time, her car had a few cute stickers and decorations on/in her car that made it easy to spot, she only worked sat-mon at a cafe near her university. she was a happy person. easy victim he thought

eventually, while jane was out, he broke into her home and assaulted her parents. whether he used drugs or just stabbed them in the right place to make them immobile idk, but he got them tied up in the kitchen at some point. he was torturing them, doing the typical carved out smile bullshit, and he planned on leaving them for jane to find that night -- but, for the first time, her schedule was different. she came home from work while he was drenching the house in gasoline.

he panicked upon hearing her absolutely gutwrenching scream and quickly lit the trail of gasoline while she was trying to untie her dad (her mom was long gone by this point, her dad was barely managing a few wheezed breathes). he went to go finish jane off. he slashed her face, from her right temple, down her cheek, splitting her mouth in half and getting down to her left jaw. but the fire was spreading way faster than he anticipated, and he already heard sirens, so he bolted.

jane suffered 3rd degree burns covering her entire right leg and arm, it reached up her neck and her face, alongside some other parts of her body. she was pulled out of the fire, rushed to the hospital, and barely managed to survive.

jane had some outside family to support her, but her biggest supporter was her friend from middleschool mary vaugn. she moved into mary's house, took a semester off of school for recovery. the second she felt physically able to, she tried to drive herself right back into school, regardless of her mental condition.

she changed her major to criminal justice. she eventually graduated, fell in love with mary, got married, became a private investigator, etc. she spent a while working on jeff's case, losing sleep and hair over it- she was getting into some sketchy things to try and figure it out, because by this point jeff and ben were friends, and slenderman needs ben's help, so jeff's now protected by slenderman

but jane is one stubborn fucking woman and kept going. instead of sending the proxies to subdue jane, he sent sally.

sally was another poltergeist that kept haunting homes with newborn babies. she was attracting some attention, but slenderman cant physically stop a ghost - so he spent some time talking to sally, connecting with this little ghost girl and convincing her 'you're doing such a great job protecting all these infants, but this one needs you now'

he sent sally off to live with jane. mary's sister was staying with jane/mary after having a baby, so sally agreed to protect the baby. jane quickly welcomed sallys presense, always having believed good things of protective spirits. her mom used to tell her stories of how her grandmother's ghost would always come and soothe jane in her infancy (whether its true or not doesnt matter to jane) .

sally eventually became more than a presence to jane, almost completely integrating herself into her household's daily life. even after mary's sister and her baby left, sally stayed with jane. she felt safe there. (it helped that there were no men in the house too)

jane cares for sally like a daughter for a long time, and begins to redirect her life towards sally, rather than hatred for jeff. she never fully recovers from that night, and she never ever ever ever fucking 'forgives' jeff in any way, but she puts it aside for a while.

but sally is still a spirit, and does her fair share of wandering. she's always landing herself in the cornfields, the forest, etc, and jane goes frantic looking for her -- which is where she eventually bumps into the proxies. it's a huge mess, but she finds out what the fuck slenderman is and whats happening in that forest, but she just . . cant do anything about it. for sallys sake

eventually they get to the point where jane commonly finds herself walking in the forest with sally, or the proxies have to call jane and tell her to 'get her ghost kid' from the forest, etc.

at some point in this she also connects with liu. i don't know who reaches out first, whether it be liu desperately wanting to apologize for everything, or jane trying to figure out anything about jeff she can use to find him. this is how she finds out about nina.

jane smacked the shit out of nina when she first met her, in front of the proxies, who had to pull them apart. (i love nina but she deserved it after idolizing jeff). but nina is really fucking weird and began to idolize jane as well, and sally liked nina, which made it even more complicated, and that's why jane is the first person nina calls after jeff stabbed her ...

by this point janes hoping nina can heal, hoping liu can heal, hoping she herself can heal. ITS VERY HARD. its so unbelievably painful. that's basically where her story is at right now...

on a more positive note, she has a beautiful relationship with mary, and was hugely accepted in mary's family. she does poetry, creative writing, and is passionate about her career. she takes some extra creative writing/art courses at the local community college, just out of pure interest. she does her best to live a peaceful life

a bit off topic, but here's a little thing i copy and pasted from an old hc post too:

i cannot explain how close jane and her parents were. she was an only child in a upper middle class house to a lawyer and a real estate agent so she was always spoiled rotten, taken care of, always told how beautiful and smart she was. hence why losing them is the most fucking detrimental shit to ever happen to her. she literally worhsips her parents. she’s wore mothers wedding dress to her own wedding. her uncle(dads brother) walked her down the aisle holding a framed photo of her dad. she almost refused to walk during her university graduation because her parents couldn’t be there, despite the years worth of hardwork and dedication she put into it.

[sseomtada]

what you need [dusan vlahovic]

a stranger flirting with you leads to a very passionate argument.

warnings: 18+ | wc: 2139 | part: 1

an: originally posted 11/2022

You dropped a kiss on your boyfriend’s shoulder before heading off to the pool.

Dusan should’ve known better by now than to try to keep up with you on a night out. Two gin and tonics in, you noticed that his cheeks were pinched, and he was way more upbeat and giggly than normal.

He was annoyingly adorable as you eased his large, drunken frame into the bed. The only way he could sleep in that state was on his stomach with a pillow tucked under his arms. Dusan mumbled about how much he loved you among other random things as you rubbed his back until he passed out.

Having not partied during the season, his tolerance seemed even worse. He slept through breakfast and you blow drying your hair. You left him a note saying fresh juice and fruits were in the fridge, and that you would be on the beach if he woke up with you still gone.

It felt so good to have this vacation. Nothing beat having fuck all to do but lie in the sun and get a gorgeous tan. You flipped onto your front, hiking your bikini bottoms up your cheeks just a bit more to lessen the lines.

While you read your book, you got completely absorbed in it. So much that you barely registered a small ball had smacked your butt. A little girl came into view, immediately wiping any annoyance you began to feel at the intrusion.

“Sowwy ‘bout that.” She held the purple ball in her small hands.

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” You smiled, swatting off the sand the object had stuck to your backside.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” A guy quickly jogged over.

He picked her up in his arms, kissing between her pigtails. She looked just like him, presumably his daughter. They looked so cute standing together on the beach, like a happy family.

“It’s quite alright, she was just reminding me that it was time to flip over.” You laughed.

“Can’t have an uneven tan, now can we?” He made a small chastising face.

“Exactly.” You nodded.

The guy made some more idle chit chat, telling you about how this was his first time taking his daughter on vacation since he’d split with her mom. Most people would be put off by his rambling, but you were used to strangers opening themselves up to you. It was nice to hear their stories too, so you didn’t mind.

“So are you here on a girl’s trip or solo?” Talkative dad asked.

“I’m actually-“

“She’s here with me.” Dusan’s voice sounded from behind. “Her boyfriend.”

You craned your head to see him coming to stand over you, blocking your sun in the process. He didn’t spare you a glance. His gaze was focused on the man on the other side of you, unflinching.

“That’s great!” The guy chuckled. “Well, I hope you guys have fun and sorry again about all of that.”

You waved him off with the apology once more, and wished him well as he and his daughter left. Dusan lifted your legs and sat beneath them, placing them on his lap to run his hands over your calves.

“Good morning to you too, grumpy.” You raised a brow at him.

“Don’t start, you knew what he was doing.” He scoffed.

That poor book of yours was forgotten as you dropped it off to the top of your tote. You sat up on your elbows as you looked at him. His wet hair was slicked back, evidence of a shower, and to his credit he didn’t look the slightest bit hungover. Just upset.

There was no reason for him to be. Sure, maybe the guy from earlier was checking you out. That much you expected to happen at a beach. Who didn’t occasionally get their eyes caught by someone with decent body?

“You don’t start.” Your eyes rolled. “It was nothing, he was just being nice.”

Dusan laughed bitterly and shot to his feet, throwing your legs off in the process. Shock etched every inch of your features, uttering the silent question, are you serious right now? He shook his head as he stalked off back in the direction of your room.

You muttered angrily while you shoved your things back into your tote, barely tossing on your cover up and sandals as you followed in hot pursuit. His long strides didn’t slow even after you called out behind him, only just catching him in the elevator.

“What the fuck, Dusan?!” You hissed. “Why are you acting like this?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Excuse me if I don’t want to watch my girlfriend entertain being flirted with by some desperate dickhead.” He spoke rapidly.

“You’re such a fucking child.” You threw your hands up.

The way he was behaving was completely unfair and uncalled for. To come out there after sleeping half a day away on your vacation after you nursed him all night, and make a scene was far beyond okay. To take whatever issues he had out on you was even worse.

“I’m a child? Me?” His eyes widened. “That’s rich coming from the girl that was too naive to see that her little friend was just using his daughter to try to fuck her.”

Your upper lip curled. This time it was you storming off when the doors opened. You all but ran to your room, slamming the door shut behind you and tossing your bag onto the floor. He didn’t have to go that far, to insult your intelligence and be so crass.

“Is that what you want?” Dusan came in, yanking your body back to his.

You struggled against his hold, clenching your teeth when you felt his arm circle your waist to pin you there. No amount of wriggling and writhing would help you escape his firm grip now.

“Do you want to go to him,” His mouth latched to your neck, sucking. “So he could taste your skin like this?”

Your shoulders fell limp, head tilting on instinct to make more room for his lips to roam. It was aggravating that as livid as you were with him and as stupid as his questions were, all it took was this to disarm you.

“No.” You swallowed thickly.

The hand he had clamped around your wrist freed itself to travel down your body. You leaned into him, feeling him harden against your lower back. Dusan trailed his fingers along your bikini bottoms, not touching where you needed him most just yet.

They were feather light as he teased you, his eyes watching your reactions intently. You didn’t flinch, keeping yours open no matter how badly they threatened to flutter shut. He took that as a challenge, which it was, and pushed the fabric aside.

With barely any warning, he shoved two of his girthy digits into your core. You cried out, not caring one bit that it was the middle of the day and you were in a hotel.

“Do you want his fingers in your tight pussy?” Dusan breathed.

Fuck you, you know I don’t is what you would’ve said if you could’ve found the strength to speak. But he was fingering you so fast and so deep that your voice got caught in your throat.

You saw nothing. Your vision went black even without the cover of your eyelids. The sound of your juices being fucked out of you made him hum.

“So fucking wet, I guess you do.” He bit your shoulder.

“No!” You gasped. “I only want it to be yours, I always want it to be you.”

You whimpered post ramble, legs starting to tremble in warning. Dusan’s arm pinned your body even tighter to his as he felt you begin to falter. He pressed down on your clit with this thumb, and you were seeing stars.

“Please…” Your voice was hoarse.

“Please what?” His soft lips met yours.

“Don’t stop.” You exhaled as he pulled away.

Your feet were dangerously close to cramping from your toes curling. Dusan beckoned you to cum for him, curling his digits inside you, increasing the tempo. You felt the knot in your stomach coming undone, one bit at a time.

And then all at once. You were doubling over, soft walls squeezing his fingers in waves as you came. Curses and cries fell from your lips too quickly to keep up with as you clawed at the arm he had around your waist.

He pressed against your g-spot with his fingers at a rapid pace, palm digging into your clit to draw your orgasm out longer, and longer until your knees completely gave out. You finally were able to breathe when he pulled them out of you and swept you into his arms.

It would only be a brief reprieve. Dusan had you in as many ways as there were possible, or so you thought up until now. You’d never experienced him this worked up.

In fact, it had belatedly occurred to you while he was all but ripping your bikini and its cover from your body that he was jealous. The realization would’ve made you laugh had you not been scrambling to put the pieces of your mind back together.

That was going to be impossible with the way his mouth ravaged every inch of skin they could find. Dusan nipped and sucked at your collarbones, your shoulders, your breasts. He was everywhere, hands kneading your thighs greedily as he slotted between them.

“Do you want me to stretch you out?” He ran his cock through your wet folds. “Make you cum all over me?”

You whined as his tip slid over your sensitive clit, “Yes…”

Dusan continued to tease you, making your hips buck and writhe in desperation. You tried you reach down to tucked him inside you, but he pinned your hands above your head in one of his. His lips ghosted over yours, pulling just out of reach every time you tried to kiss him.

And then you were gasping, him moaning, as he filled you with one thrust. You could feel every inch of him, every vein as he rolled his hips into yours powerfully. He freed your hands only to push your knees to your chest, opening yourself up to him even more, taking him entirely.

You clasped your fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him in to taste his lips. It was a disordered affair of you sucking his tongue, teeth clashing, biting. Dusan grunted the filthiest things into your mouth, he couldn’t make you scream like this, make your pussy soak the sheets like this, look at you, my good fucking girl, taking it all.

All you could do was shake your head and nod where appropriate. He was deeper than deep, fucking you harder and harder until his skin grew damp with sweat. You arched into him, eyes losing focus as you floated higher and higher.

Dusan let go of your knees, and just when you thought he was going to ease up, you were swiftly corrected. He placed a hand around your throat, squeezing ever so slightly along the sides, the other falling to rub on your clit.

“Cum with me.” He moaned.

That was the final blow. You crashed down into your body, his name becoming a chorus on your lips as your pussy clenched around his cock. He called out for you in return, thrusting his release into you with the last of his strokes.

“Holy fucking shit.” You panted, blinking away tears.

Dusan pulled out and collapsed beside you. His chest heaved with his breathing, a smile appearing for the first time today. He pulled you into him, tucking your unruly hair behind your ear and kissing your cheek gently.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” A worry line appeared between his brows.

“I’m fine.” You eased it with a swipe of your thumb.

“I’m sorry for being an asshole.” He grinned sheepishly.

You knew he didn’t mean any of the things he’d said. You didn’t either, and apologized for blowing up instead of trying to defuse the situation. He kissed you so sweetly, in the way that made you fall in love with him.

“Can we just skip the argument and go straight to the mind blowing sex the next time you get jealous?” You laughed.

“Deal.” He looped his pinky around yours.

[darknessawaits28]

Ghost in the Firelight〔Johnny Silverhand x Female Reader〕Pt. 1

Hello my beautiful chooms! Hope you are having a beautiful week! I wanted to give you a long story that will be split up into three parts! (Sorry yes, I know I wrote two parts before, but I just realized that it was going to be longer than I thought. I sowwy!) The first part will contain some action, some passion, etc. The second part will have a bit of more action, maybe even something crazy happening. The third part will end in a beautiful romance moment between you and Johnny Silverhand! It will have some suggestive images and possibly content that might be offensive/triggering to some, so please be advised of the warnings. But I hope you enjoy the love, the passion, the rescue, and the sexy rocker boy Johnny Silverhand! Sorry that it had to be split up into three parts, but I promise you the second and third part will have more goodie parts! :3 Enjoy my lovies! Thank you all for your love and support! Stay awesome! :3

Here is the link to the poll. Feel free to message me if you would like me to make another story with a different character: Cyberpunk 2077 POLL Cyberpunk 2077 SECOND POLL

Storyline: I don't want to spoil too much, but the story is based around Johnny Silverhand being pronounced dead for over a decade, and he only comes out to the city to do simple raids on Arasaka; and potentially doing side missions for familiar fixers in the area. Yet, he meets someone that instantly turns his arrogant, asshole self, to a more kind and gentle one. There will be passion, kidnapping, damsel in distress, hero saving, etc.

『34 pages』 『12,610 words』

Warnings: forced smut (touching, smacking, slapping, etc.), grabbing forcefully, regular smut, suggestive elements, curse words, sexual pleasure, vaginal penetration, gun violence, mention of blood, and much more. Viewer Discretion Highly Advised!

The Rebel and the Rose Pt. 1

“A thing of beauty, I know……Will never fade away…..What you did to me, I know……Said what you had to say….But a thing of beauty….Will never fade away…..Will never fade away…” kzzzzzz

“Hmm…hmmm…hmmm…I know….never fade away” A voice hummed in the dimly lit room they were in. “Dammit, I have to get this fucking thing fixed” the man groaned in annoyance as he hit the radio with his metallic silver arm. 

“There we go” he chuckled when he heard the sound of the radio kick back in. 

With that, he entered the bathroom, leaned against the sink and glanced into the mirror to look at his face. It was the one, the only, Johnny Silverhand. After presumed dead for over a decade, he was still alive, no relic, no digital ghost, just a whisper in the wind. The truth was that he was surviving underground, dodging Arasaka’s eyes, hiding in the cracks of Night City. He only came up when he had to: sabotage runs, intel gathering, whispering sparks of rebellion into the right ears, the usual. 

“Huh?” Johnny heard his holo phone ringing, causing him to answer the call. “What is it?” 

“Hey Johnny, sorry to bother, but we need to talk. You know where to find me” the voice hung up the call after speaking his peace.

“Fuck me… Always when I’m not busy,” he muttered, irritation thick in his voice. With a huff, he turned on his heels and yanked on his clothes—white long-sleeved shirt, black jeans, signature boots, dark shades, and his black Samurai jacket. The kind that wouldn’t tip anyone off to who he really was.

Within seconds he exited his abandoned tech warehouse that was his half-decent hideout. Repeating the back and forth glances to check if there were any suspicious people around, he got onto the sidewalk and began walking. Sounds of the hustle and bustle of the city echoed into his ears. Night City man, a city of thieves, murderers, outcasts, corpo wakokos, slaves, and ‘saka scum; what was not to like about it? 

“I told you to get me the synth milk latte, not this fucking crap!” A random bystander yelled to another person who quickly scrambled to get them the right order. 

“Heh” Johnny shook his head, grabbed a cigarette from his back pocket and pulled out his lighter to light it. As he walked, he periodically blew smoke out of his mouth, wanting to smoke a cig before he talked to his contact; he didn't like the smell of smoke.

Within a few minutes, Johnny arrived at the meeting point. “Samuel.” 

“Johnny” Samuel smiled as he waved to him to sit down on the other side of the booth he was sitting at. 

“So, why'd ya call me?” Johnny sighed, slipped into the booth and leaned back against the cushion. 

“Don't ya remember you wanted an update on how your friends were doing?” Samuel chuckled, waving to the waiter so he could get them some drinks. 

“Oh shit…must’ve forgotten about that…yeah, how are they doing?” 

“Good, Rogue is still running that place known as the Afterlife, Kerry is having ups and downs in his turbo mansion up by the North Cali sign, Denny is living her best life in her mansion, Nancy is a reporter now and won a prize actually, and….Henry….not doing so hot….but he's alive.” 

“Damn, didn't realize all my friends were…….in the shit.”

“I mean, most of them got fucked up because you left them Johnny.”

“Hey” Johnny took off his shades and glared at Samuel. “Don't start.” 

“I'm not, I'm just being honest.”

“Here you are gentlemen” the waiter smiled as he put the bottle of cezton and two whiskey glasses. “Enjoy.”

“Thank you” Samuel smiled, leaning forward and pouring the alcohol in the two glasses. “So, how's the supply runs?” 

“They’re fine, Arasaka is taking a big hit in the Badlands” Johnny mentioned as leaned forward, extended out his arm and grabbed the glass. 

“Just fine, Johnny?” Samuel raised his brow as he took a sip of the drink.

“Yeah, why the fuck do you keep asking me?” Johnny growled in annoyance, taking a long swing of his drink.

“Dammit Johnny….this isn't the 21st century anymore….or your old Samurai days….I'm trying to keep you safe man.” 

“I don't need your help” Johnny finished his drink and then slipped out of the booth to leave. 

“Johnny….ugh….at least take this” Samuel sighed, sending him a direct deposit of euro dollars. 

“You didn't need to-”.

“It's okay Johnny, I know you didn't mean to say what you just said…so at least let me help you with this month's grocery run and other things you need.”

“Thanks…” Johnny pulled on his shades and exited the place, putting his hands in his jeans pocket as he walked down the street. 

Without warning, he nearly got knocked over by a flying AV that went over him. “What the hell?!” He said as he rushed towards the railing to see what was going on below. 

“Move, move!” A woman shouted as she headed out the craft and rushed to aid a wounded civilian. 

“Ah!” The wounded civilian screamed as she covered her face. 

“Hey, hey, it's okay sweetheart, I'm here to help” the woman pulled off her helmet and smiled softly. 

The moment Johnny saw the woman remove her helmet, his jaw dropped slightly at how beautiful, soft, and gentle she looked. He was in awe at the sight of this Trauma Team woman looking like that—something rare in this crazy city.

“There we go, easy now” the woman hummed, beginning to work on her wounds. 

“Alpha Charlie, we are on scene of the explosion, we are treating the victims now, over and out!” A tall burly man spoke as he walked over to the woman. “Y/n, make sure you watch your six, everyone else fan out!” 

“Yes sir!” The team shouted in unison. 

Johnny melted into the chaos of the sidewalk, the smell of fried synth-meat and exhaust thick in the air. His eyes never left you. 

You were kneeling beside a wounded civilian woman, your trauma bag open and hands steady. Even from his spot in the crowd, Johnny could see how focused you were—delicate fingers working fast but gentle as you patched up a deep gash along the woman’s side. Your helmet was clipped to your belt now, letting the neon lights of the city dance over your features.

You spoke softly to the injured woman, your lips moving with soothing words Johnny couldn’t hear. But he could see the effect. The woman's panic seemed to fade, her trembling slowing under the medic's calm, kind demeanor.

You brushed a lock of hair behind your ear, unfazed by the blood on your gloves or the shouting in the distance. It was like the rest of the world didn’t faze you—like you could carve a quiet moment of peace out of Night City’s noise.

Johnny’s brows furrowed slightly as he watched.

You weren't like the others. Not hardened. Not numb. You were light in a place built to crush it.

And he hated how bad he already wanted to protect it.

What the fuck are you doing, Silverhand. 

“There ya are sweetheart, all better now. Now, just sit here and relax. If you feel pain that exceeds level 10, let me know, and we'll take you to trauma okay” you stood and looked around for another person to patch up. Yet, as you were looking around, you noticed a man with black shades watching you. 

“Hmm” you blushed slightly and turned around, focusing on the people in need.

Johnny was just about to turn away—maybe slip into the shadows and stew in his curiosity—when you glanced up from your patient. Your eyes scanned the crowd… then landed squarely on him.

He froze.

Caught in the act.

For a second, neither of you moved. The noise of the street melted away under the static of the moment.

And then—you blushed.

Your eyes widened just a little, and a warm flush crept across your cheeks. You quickly looked behind you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear again, but there was no mistaking it.

Johnny blinked.

And then, slowly, that crooked smirk of his started to pull at his lips. A soft, almost boyish chuckle escaped him, rare and unguarded.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath. “She’s got a damn cute smile too.”

He shoved a hand through his hair and turned, pretending to look at a holo-ad like he hadn’t just been staring. But that image of you—flushed, flustered, and sweet as hell—was burned into his mind.

That little spark?

It just turned into a fire.

“Sir, follow my finger please” you kneeled in front of another injured man and put your index finger in the air, moving it right and left. “Okay, you need to come with us.” ”Dorion, we need to take one to trauma.”

“Understood” Dorion nodded as he walked over to the man and laid out a stretcher onto the floor. 

With quick movements, you helped Dorion place the man onto the stretcher and brought him into the Zetatech Atlus AV. As he was placed gently into the AV, you quickly rushed out to check on the woman one last time. “Sweetheart, do you want to come with us to get checked out, or are you okay?” 

“No, no it’s okay, I’m fine thank you.” “My husband is coming to pick me up and bring me home.”

“Okay, make sure to change your bandages at-” you stopped to check your digital watch and then looked back down at her. “At around 4 pm okay” You smiled, helping her onto her feet and wrapping her arm around your neck while draping your left arm around her waist. Within a second, you sat her down on a bench and then glanced over at your team who began to file into the AV.

“Thank you so much” the lady cracked a sweet smile, glad that even in this crime ridden city, there was still light that shined. 

“Of course” you nodded, pulling on your trauma team helmet and walking towards the AV, glancing back before the doors shut and saw the same man continuing to stare at you, as if you were like some extraordinary exhibit. Shaking your head, you knocked on the door that led to the front, the pilot understanding that everyone was inside, closed the doors and the AV began its ascent. 

A deep sigh escaped Johnny’s lips as he watched the AV fly away, his heart still pounding from the image of your blush.

"Hmm." He shook his head, pushing out of the crowd and heading down the sidewalk.

What the hell was wrong with him? Why was he suddenly getting all mushy and gooey inside over a girl? He was never like this years ago—especially not with Rogue or Alt. It was as if your innocent face and sweet nature pulled his jaded, rocker-boy self in deeper and deeper.

"Argh," Johnny growled, pulling out another cig and lighting it, taking a drag to distract himself from the feelings swirling in his chest.

Suddenly, someone buzzed through the holo. “Yeah?” he answered in his usual gruff tone.

“Hello Silverhand, did you forget our little assignment?” Dakota, badass bitch and fixer from the badlands spoke with a sharp tone. 

“Assign—ah, shit,” Johnny sighed, flicking his cigarette away with a snap of his fingers. He called up his motorcycle remotely, exhaling sharply.

“I’m heading to the site. I’ll let you know when I take out those fuckin’ goons.” He ended the holo call without waiting for a response.

A moment later, his bike rolled up beside him. He grabbed the helmet attached to it, slipped it on, and swung a leg over the seat. Revving the throttle, Johnny sped off into the night—looking every bit the badass, hot rocker boy he was.

In no time, Johnny was at the site location in the Badlands. Pulling up cautiously, he got off his bike, clipped his helmet to the side, and drew his weapon—ready to breach the abandoned building.

Moving with practiced stealth, he began taking out the goons left and right—choking some out, incapacitating others—until he reached what Dakota had sent him for.

“Ohhh yeah—come to daddy, baby,” he muttered with a smug smirk, picking up the box and making his way back outside.

But just as he approached his bike, the cold slam of metal struck the back of his head.

“Shit.”

“Where do ya think you’re going, choom?” a leftover goon sneered, cocky and careless.

Johnny chuckled as he bent down slowly, pretending to set the box down.

“Just putting this down.”

In a flash, he drew his pistol and shot the guy square in the face.

“Heh.” He holstered his pistol, flipped the corpse the bird, and muttered, “Gotta be quicker than that, choom.”

With that, he picked the box back up and headed to his bike, ready to deliver it to Dakota.

"Silverhand," Dakota nodded slightly as she saw him enter her garage.

"Dakota," he greeted with a half-smile, setting the box down beside her before standing tall, waiting for his eddies.

"Hmm, you did good—quiet and stealthy, just like I asked," she chuckled, her eyes flashing blue as the transaction processed. A moment later, Johnny saw the eddies hit his account, glowing in the interface behind his eyes.

“Payment received.” Johnny smirked, his usual cocky swagger in full force as he stood tall, his eyes locking with Dakota. "If you ever need someone to wreck shit again, you know where to find me."

He gave a wink and a quick nod, a confident laugh escaping his lips as he turned on his heel, already moving on to his next job. 

Dakota shook her head with a chuckle, never understanding how Johnny could be so cocky, but she was used to it because that’s how washed out rocker boys typically acted. 

Getting back on his bike, Johnny headed back into the city, deciding that he wanted to stop by a local coffee shop to get some coffee before he went on to the next job; because it was nearly 10 pm. 

“Alright, ‘night, Dorion, ‘night, guys,” you smiled, waving to your boss and your team as you made your way out of the Trauma Team bay. “Hmm, coffee and donuts sounds nice,” you hummed cutely, attaching your helmet to the hook on the right side of your body as you decided to walk to the coffee shop you visited from time to time.

The smell of burnt espresso and synthmilk drifted through the air as you entered the corner café, your trauma uniform half-zipped, tablet tucked under one arm, and your helmet clipped on the right side of your body.

“Hey, y/n, how are ya, love?!” Roger, the barista, called out.

“Hey, Roger, good to see you,” you smiled as you maneuvered past the tables and headed to the front to greet him.

“How was work, honey bun?” he smiled kindly, leaning against the counter.

“Long, but good. How about you, sweetheart?” you chuckled, leaning back to look at the glass display case to see if there were any donuts left.

“Same, got a few idiots who came in here trying to rob the place again, but Donny in the back took care of them,” Roger chuckled.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry, this city is getting worse by the minute,” you sighed, deciding what you wanted. “I’m gonna have a dozen donuts, I’m craving sweets right now. Give me an assortment of sprinkled vanilla donuts, strawberry donuts, glazed donuts, and jelly, please.”

“Sure, honey bun. Would you like a drink with that too?” he asked as he began to type your order into the system.

“Yeah, get me a large green tea with a raspberry shot, and six liquid sugars, please.”

“Damn, honey, you are on a sweet tooth tonight,” he joked, typing in the last part of your order.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t be judging me! I want my sweet party tonight!” you laughed as you waved your hand over the payment system and paid for your order.

“I know, honey bun. Take a seat, I’ll get your order done in a minute.”

“Take your time,” you smiled cutely, walking over to the booths in the corner and sitting down, grabbing your phone and scrolling through some of your missed messages while watching funny videos on TicTAK.

From the corner of your eye, a tall, broad-shouldered man with messy black hair under the hood of a beat-up black jacket entered the coffee shop.

“Dorion, can you fill this order for me while I take this customer's order?” Roger called to Donny, who appeared out of thin air and began to fill the order.

As Johnny approached the counter, he looked up at the assortment of coffees they sold. “Get me a... black coffee with two sugars, please,” he sighed softly, waiting for the barista to give him the option to pay.

“Sure, anything else?”

“Nah.” Johnny waved his hand over the payment system and nodded once his payment went through.

“Alright, sir, take a seat. I’ll have your drink ready in a minute.”

“Thanks.” Johnny smiled, pushing his shades up a bit, and walked over to the pickup counter, leaning against it, not even noticing you sitting in the corner.

“Y/n, honey, your stuff is ready,” Roger called to you as he placed your box of donuts and your iced tea on the counter.

“Thanks, Roger,” you smiled, putting your phone away and walking over to the pickup counter. Not paying attention, you bumped into someone.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” you gasped, looking up at the tall, handsome man standing in front of you.

Johnny froze for a moment, a flash of recognition hitting him before he quickly straightened up, trying to act casual. He turned slightly away, adjusting his jacket, as if to hide the fact that he was definitely the guy you'd seen earlier.

“No harm done,” he muttered, brushing off the encounter with an attempt at cool indifference, his gaze now drifting to the counter as if there were something really interesting on the other side.

Noticing the way this man tried to hide himself, your curiosity slowly piqued, trying to place where you’d seen him before. Then it hit you. You’d seen him earlier that morning—he was the guy who had caught your eye while you were helping out an innocent civilian. 

“You… you look familiar,” you said, trying to keep your voice casual, but it was clear you were piecing things together.

Johnny’s hand froze for a moment mid-adjustment, and he shot a quick glance at you. His face immediately turned into a mask of disinterest as he quickly shrugged. “Nah, can’t say I look familiar.” He flashed you a grin, though there was a slight nervousness in his eyes. “City’s full of faces. Probably just some other guy you saw somewhere.”

He then shifted slightly, hoping the distraction of you holding your box and drink would keep you from pressing any further. “Besides, I get around,” Johnny added nonchalantly, giving you a smirk as he turned back toward the pick up counter. “It’s a big city. People come and go, right?”

“Huh, well, I’m sorry again for bumping into you,” you shrugged it off, thinking that maybe you were just seeing things. “Good night, Roger,” you called to him from behind the counter.

“Night, y/n!” Roger waved to you and then handed Johnny his drink. “There you are, sir.”

“Thank you,” Johnny smiled, grabbing his coffee quickly and rushing out of the coffee shop, wanting to follow you to see where you lived. I’m no stalker, okay!

“Hey, Sammy,” you winked at your doorwoman, who opened the door for you.

“Heya, how’s it going?” Sammy smiled.

“Good, good, how about you?”

“Can’t complain,” Sammy shrugged.

“Good to hear,” you chuckled and then proceeded inside, walking past the check-in counter and heading toward the elevators. Maneuvering yourself a bit, you pressed the button to call one of the elevators. Within a few seconds, the doors opened, and you stepped in, pressing the button for the 56th floor.

As you headed up to your apartment, Johnny was following right behind you, walking past the front door and heading toward another connecting building that at least gave him a view of the windows of your luxury apartment complex.

“Shit, she lives in a fucking corpo plaza… guess it's safe for her, being that she works in a dangerous job,” Johnny shrugged as he climbed up the ladder to the tippy top of the building, stood back onto his two feet, and looked at all the windows to see if he could spot you. Although this was rare for him—to brush off the fact that you lived in a corpo plaza—he couldn’t help but feel a little relieved. Back in his rocker boy days, he would’ve cursed all corpos, no matter who they were, but now… he seemed to be happy that you were… well, somewhat protected.

“Ah, finally home” you sighed in happiness, closing your door behind you and then set your things down on your couch by your assortment of stuffed animals and headed upstairs to get changed. 

Once Johnny saw you, he sighed softly, relieved to see you’d made it home safe and sound.

“Heh, all those donuts for one person,” he joked under his breath, glancing to the side where a red plastic chair sat ripe for the taking.

“Hmm, might as well,” he muttered, casually walking over and sitting down, deciding to watch for a bit before heading back to work.

Within minutes, you were dressed in cute Stitch pajama pants, a simple black t-shirt, and an oversized hoodie.

“I swear that man looked so familiar,” you mumbled to yourself, shaking your head as you walked over to hang your helmet on the coat rack, along with your tablet.

Then, with the soft pitter-patter of your feet, you skipped over to the box of donuts and opened them, rubbing your hands together like you were scheming something diabolical.

Johnny chuckled softly at how cute you looked, watching you with a fond glint in his eye.

“Damn, wish I could be right there next to her,” he muttered to himself.

“Oh my gosh, wait!” you suddenly said, closing the donut box and rushing upstairs toward your bedroom closet to dig through some boxes.

As you disappeared from view, Johnny sighed, the smile fading slightly. He glanced down at his watch.

“Shit… almost midnight. Ain’t gonna make it... well, they’re just gonna have to wait.”

“Yes!” you giggled as you jogged downstairs, a cardboard box tucked under your arm. You rushed over to the couch and set it down with a triumphant smile.

“I knew that guy looked familiar—he looks just like Johnny Silverhand,” you said in disbelief, pulling out an old vinyl labeled Never Fade Away.

You walked over to your pink record player, sliding the disc in with a nostalgic grin. Then you stepped back, beaming like a kid about to hear her favorite bedtime story.

"Never Fade Away", the original version. The grain was rough, vocals raw, but it had soul.

And as soon as the guitar riff kicked in, you were gone. Spinning. Laughing. Barefoot on your marble floor. 

As Johnny watched you, his eyes widened, breath caught. And for once… he smiled.

Not the cocky, crooked one he gave before a bar fight. Not the smirk he wore like armor. No—this was soft. Delicate. Like his soul had forgotten how to feel anything but rage until this very moment.

“She’s fuckin’ magic,” he murmured to no one.

Your movements were so innocent, so damn cute, he almost laughed aloud when you started singing along with the lyrics off-key, arms flailing to match the beat.

But then—your foot caught on your carpet.

You tumbled forward with a yelp, and crack—there was the sharp sound of your cheek hitting the corner of the low table in your living room. 

Johnny’s heart stopped.

You sat up slowly, hand flying to your face.

Blood.

You gasped, and his body moved before his brain could stop it.

There was a knock. A quick, urgent one.

You blinked, still sitting on the couch, a tissue pressed to your cheek. Confused. A little dazed. You opened the door cautiously, and standing there—Hood up. Shades on. Breath a little uneven like he’d run—was him.

The man from the coffee shop.

“Y-You again?” you asked, brows furrowed. “What are you doing here?”

He hesitated, tongue running over his teeth behind closed lips before he gave you the most casual shrug he could muster.

“You dropped this.”

He held out… a spoon. Just a fucking plastic spoon.

You stared at it, looking slightly confused. “…A spoon?”

He scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, uh. Back at the café. Looked like it meant a lot to you.”

“…It’s a spoon….and I never dropped one….” you chuckled. 

“Special edition,” he added quickly. “Chrome finish.”

You blinked again. “It’s white plastic.”

He huffed. “Okay, look—terrible liar. Sue me.” His voice softened. “I was nearby. Saw you fall. Saw the blood.”

Your hand lifted to your cheek instinctively.

“You were watching me?” you questioned him, tilting your head, tone unreadable.

Johnny’s shoulders tensed—but your eyes weren’t afraid. Just… curious. Soft.

He rubbed a hand over his jaw and looked away, jaw tight. “Just makin’ sure you were alright.”

A beat.

“…And if I wasn’t?”

He looked back at you. And this time, the sunglasses weren’t enough to hide the storm of emotion behind them.

“Then someone was gonna bleed for it.”

You blinked yet again—taken aback. Not scared. But something in your chest twisted in a way you hadn’t felt before.

And Johnny? He was already kicking himself. Because now he couldn’t pretend anymore. Now you knew.

The silence between you two stretched a moment too long.

You held the door half-open, one hand still pressed to the gauze on your cheek. Johnny stood there, shifting slightly, that plastic spoon still awkwardly clutched between his fingers like some kind of peace offering.

You glanced at it, then at him. Then smiled—small, hesitant, but real.

“You uh… wanna come in? While I patch this up?”

Johnny blinked. “You sure?”

“You ran to my door over a scratch. I think the least I can do is offer you a seat.”

He stepped in slowly, eyes scanning the apartment like it might vanish. It was slightly big, but cozy, nonetheless. A few plushies on the couch. A blanket shaped like a cartoon shark. A shelf of med journals stacked neatly beside the player still softly humming with Never Fade Away.

His gaze lingered on the record player.

You sat back down on the couch, grabbing your medkit. “That song… my brother used to play it all the time. Said it reminded him of when things weren’t so... bad.”

Johnny slowly sat on the armrest of the couch, sunglasses still on. “He’s got good taste.”

“You know Samurai?” you asked, dabbing gently at the dried blood on your cheek.

“Better than most.”

You glanced at him, narrowing your eyes slightly. “You kinda talk like Johnny Silverhand.”

He smirked. “He was a dick.”

You laughed softly, then hissed slightly when you pressed the antiseptic to your skin. “He was passionate.”

“He was reckless.”

“He was real.”

Johnny paused—his jaw clenched a little, but he looked at you then, just for a moment.

“You believe in all that?” he asked, voice quieter now. “People not fading away?”

A soft sigh escaped your lips when you looked at him, hand stilling on your cheek. “I want to. I try to.” 

He looked down, fingers picking at the seam of his jacket. “That’s rare.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

He shook his head. “Nah… just means you glow brighter in a city that eats people alive.”

You flushed—soft pink brushing your cheeks as you lowered the medkit. “Thanks.”

Johnny stood slowly. “I should go.”

“Oh, I’m sorry—did I… say something to upset you?”

“Nah… of course not. I just got… some work to do. Um… I’m glad you’re okay.” He smiled, trying to hide the blush creeping up his cheeks. As he rose from the armrest of your couch, he walked over to the door and reached out to grab the doorknob.

“Oh, okay. Well, thank you for… your concern about me,” you smiled, setting your medkit aside and hurrying to the kitchen.

“Oh wait, here—have some donuts,” you added, grabbing a plastic container from beneath your island and setting it on the countertop. Picking one of each, you filled the container, closed it, and walked back over to him.

As you looked up into his eyes, you blushed softly, not realizing just how tall he was compared to you.

“Wow… thanks,” Johnny murmured, gulping slightly as he stared down at you, fighting the sudden urge to kiss you.

“Uh, of course, well…don’t be a stranger…..I get around the city a lot” you smiled cutely.

Johnny nodded, quickly exiting through your door and closing it behind him, a deep sigh escaping his lips as he used the plastic container to cover his bulging erection, a blush forming across his cheeks. “Shit… I gotta be more careful…”

As he left, you locked your door, a soft smile spreading across your lips, finding his actions so sweet and genuine. It was as if you had a guardian angel watching over you. You giggled to yourself and continued dancing and munching on your delicious donuts, sipping your drink in between bites.

As the night wore on, Johnny arrived back at his warehouse—only to find someone already there. With quick movements, Johnny pulled out his pistol, carefully holding the container of donuts you'd given him to the side to avoid dropping it.

“Took ya long enough,” Samuel said with a smirk as he pushed himself off the wall and approached Johnny.

“Fuck me, Samuel. At least call first—don’t just show up outta nowhere and give me a fucking heart attack,” Johnny muttered, holstering his pistol.

“Well, I’m sorry, Silverhand, but this was urgent. I had to tell you in person, not over the holo.”

“What is it?” Johnny sighed deeply.

“Tomorrow night, there’s going to be an Arasaka transport moving some very important goods.”

“What kind of goods?” Johnny asked, his curiosity piqued the moment Samuel mentioned Arasaka.

“Supplies meant for the homeless down by 6th Street. Those bastards don’t give two shits about what the people need—just want to drink, fire their damn guns, and scream about the NUSA at all hours of the night.”

“Hm, that’s 6th Street for you. Fuckin’ bitches,” Johnny muttered, shaking his head. He then nodded. “Alright, so where’s the transport gonna be?”

“It’ll be outside Club 6. It’s close to the Afterlife where Rogue hangs out, so I suggest you try to stay stealthy—don’t get caught near there.”

“Why the hell is it near the Afterlife? It’s like you want me to get caught by Rogue so she can rip me a new asshole.”

Samuel shook his head at Johnny’s comment. “I’m not trying to get you ripped a new one, Silverhand. I’m making this as easy as possible. The Arasaka bastards transporting those goods reserved a booth to celebrate. They’ll be easy to pick off, one by one, in that soundproof box.” He said the last few words slowly, trying to entice Johnny not to worry.

���Fine. I’m bound to do it anyway, whether I like it or not,” he muttered, nodding as he walked past Samuel and opened the door to his hideout, heading inside for a well-earned rest.

“Thanks, Silverhand,” Samuel called after him with a wave before heading down the sidewalk.

“Jeez, I’m gonna have a busy night tomorrow,” Johnny yawned, pulling off his jacket and letting it fall to the floor. He set his shades down on the nightstand and collapsed onto his simple bed. Opening the plastic container you had given him, he started chowing down on the donuts, a soft hum of satisfaction escaping his lips as he tasted the sweet flavor.

“Mmm,” he hummed, eyes growing heavy. Within moments, he passed out from the sugar high.

The next day came quicker than usual. A loud yawn escaped your lips as you pushed the covers off your body, got out of bed, walked into the bathroom, stripped off your clothes, and stepped into the shower. As the hot water dripped down your body, your mind kept going back to the man that was in your place yesterday. He looked and talked like Johnny Silverhand, was he really him, after all these years? 

“No, it couldn't be him…he's far too sexy now” you joked, beginning to wash your body, then hair. Once you finished, you dried yourself, and put your hair in a simple low ponytail. 

Within the minute, you were dressed in your Trauma Team clothing with your helmet on your head and your tablet beside you. “Let's go” you sighed softly, exited your apartment, locked the door behind you, and then headed out of your building. 

You yawned softly as you walked down the sidewalk, weaving past the crowds of people that loved to block the sidewalk. 

Parallel to the sidewalk you were walking on was a familiar face, carefully watching you, making sure that no one got in your way. 

Suddenly, you stopped in your tracks when you saw this cute kawaii store next to you. You quickly turned to the window and began to look at all the cute stuffed animals in there, the accessories, and the beautiful decor. 

“Awww” you giggled to yourself when you noticed the biggest blue bunny with floppy ears sitting in the window. “Dammit…ah…I'm gonna have to come back” you grumbled in annoyance as you rushed past the store and continued down the sidewalk to head to the Trauma center for your shift. 

“What the hell was she starin’ at?” Johnny squinted across the street, watching you through the store window. Then he saw it. A bunny plush—massive, soft, blue, and taking up half the damn display. Cute as hell.

“Oh. Seriously?” He huffed a dry laugh, shaking his head. “Guess my little angel’s got a soft spot for this fluffy bastard.”

Without another word, he crossed the street and stepped inside. The place hit him like a glitter bomb—shelves of pastel, heart-shaped trinkets, pink neon signs, and chirpy bubblegum pop music playing overhead. It was like walking into a pre-teen fever dream. Johnny Silverhand, rebel of the streets, rocker boy anarchist... now standing in a kawaii wonderland.

“Jesus... feels like I just walked into a damn manga,” he muttered.

He cleared his throat, stepping up to the counter. “Uh, hey. Mind unlockin’ that case in the window? I need the bunny. Yeah, that one—don’t judge me.”

The cashier looked up, wide-eyed, and let out a soft giggle. She bowed politely. “Kon’nichiwa, yōkoso!” Then she smiled like it wasn’t the first time a tough guy came in for something soft. “Of course! I’ll grab it right now.” (English translation: Hello and welcome!) 

Johnny shifted awkwardly while she walked over and tapped her neural link to open the case. A moment later, she returned, cradling the massive plush like it was royalty.

“Let me ring this up for you,” she said, setting it on the counter. “That’ll be 234 dollars.”

“The fuck?” Johnny blinked. He stared at the price, then at the bunny, then sighed. “Better be worth it.” He held out his hand and paid.

“Whoever it’s for, she’ll love it,” the girl grinned, slipping the plush into a comically oversized pastel bag. “It’s one of our new premium line—super soft fur, floppier ears, and you can spray your favorite scent in the hidden pouch in the back. It keeps the scent for up to a year!”

“Great. A designer bunny,” Johnny muttered, gripping the bag like it was radioactive. “Thanks.”

As he turned to leave, a group of squealing teens shoved past him, nearly knocking him off balance.

“Excuse me?” he growled.

“Move it, old man!” One of them chirped, disappearing into the pastel jungle.

Johnny narrowed his eyes. “I’m not that fuckin’ old…” he muttered, stomping out with a pouty scowl, plush bag in hand.

“There she is!” 

“Hey guys, hey Dorion” you chuckled as you clocked in for shift. 

“Good to see ya again, we got a long shift today. Central wants us to patrol City Center” Dorian sighed as he typed away on his tablet to get the AV up to speed with their first location.

“Seriously, City Center, where all the rich pricks are” you rolled your eyes in your helmet and scanned your ID to open the gun locker and grabbed one of the guns.

“Hey but you'll enjoy it y/n…you like rich pricks” your colleague joked and nudged you a bit as they went to another locker and did the same. 

“Oh har har very funny” you shook your head and then followed your team to your assigned AV on the rooftop. 

“Remember, we control the chaos, we save innocents, and we take no bullshit, understood?!” Dorion shouted to his team. 

“Yes sir!” his team and you shouted in agreement. 

“Let’s move out!” 

Calling up his Porsche, he shoved the big bunny into the trunk and then got inside, speeding down the road to his next assignment. “Wakako, long time” Johnny spoke to her over the holo. 

“Silverhand. What do you want?” Wakako spoke with annoyance. 

“Good to hear from you too, you beautiful old hag.”

“Don’t test me Silverhand, you know that your jokes can cause accidents to happen.”

“Oh, but you know you love me Wakako” Johnny laughed as he made a sharp right at an intersection.

“Hmm. So, are you going to answer my question of what you want?” 

“Yeah, I was wondering if you are still offering that gig in City Center?” 

“Why should I give it to you? There are plenty of other mercs I know that can handle the job better than you” Wakako chuckled.

“Not really, I am better than most mercs, and besides……I am a ghost.”

“Indeed you are. Fine. I am sending you the details. Do not make me regret giving you this job.”

“Heh” Johnny laughed as he ended the call with Wakako and headed towards City Center.

“It’s alright sweetheart, I got ya” you smiled as you picked up a small little girl and walked her over to the AV. “We got one, badly burned by the explosion, we need to send her to Trauma asap” You spoke to your colleague who nodded and began to patch her up as much as they could.

“Are ya coming?” 

“No, I’m gonna see if I can find anyone else badly injured by the explosion. Just send another AV when you arrive at Trauma, okay” You waved to your colleague and then noticed that Dorion was going to stay as well. “You aren’t going?” 

“Na, can’t leave you by yourself doll” Dorion chuckled as he closed the AV up and then banged on the side to let the pilot know that they could take off. 

“I can take care of myself Dorion” you snickered, wanting to play hard to get as you searched through the rubble. “My gosh, why are the people of this city so….heartless” you shook your head, hating that as you passed the rubble, you saw body parts scattered. 

“Sure you can take care of yourself, doll. And yeah…this city is shit……makes me wonder why the fuck I took this job” Dorion sighed as he pushed aside a large garbage bag to see if anyone was under it.

When Johnny arrived at the location of his gig, he exited his car and entered the abandoned building. Quickly sneaking in, he ducked behind a barrel, trying to hear the conversation that was going on.

“Did they all leave?” 

“No, there’s still two Trauma people out there, we can’t risk them finding our drug lab.” 

“Well if you haven’t mixed up the fucking chemicals, maybe there wouldn’t have been a goddamn explosion Alex!” 

“That was not my fault Derek, and you know it!” Alex shouted as he shoved Derek to the side and grabbed his rifle. “I’m taking out those bitches no matter what you say.”

When they left, Johnny snuck his way towards the lab and grabbed the glitter package. “Okay, Wakako, I got the package, where do you want it-” Johnny went silent when he looked at the window in front of him, noticing the two Trauma Team people searching through the rubble. “Oh shit” he gasped when he noticed you. 

“You must send it to the drop point intact Silverhand. If you drop, kick it, or shake it, it will be destroyed. If that happens, you will receive no payment and I will be quite disappointed.”

“I gotta call you back Wakako, I’ll make sure it arrives safely at the drop point” Johnny quickly hung up the call and set the box down gently before he rushed out of the abandoned building. 

“I think that’s it Dorion, I don’t see any-”

“Y/n, duck!” Dorion shouted to you as he tackled you to the ground, saving you from bullets that were flying towards your direction.

“Take that you bitches!” Alex shouted manically as he shot his rifle.

“What the hell!?” You gasped as you hid behind the wall and then glanced over at Dorion who grabbed his side. “Oh my gosh, you’re hit!”

“I’ll live” Dorion groaned as he took off his helmet and tried to breathe in and out steadily. 

“Shit, shit, shit” you said as you grabbed some patches from your pouch and placed pressure on the wound.

“Argh!” Dorion winced as he grabbed your wrist in pain.

“I know it hurts, but you need to relax for me,” you spoke softly, grabbing that same hand and making him hold the patch. “Stay here, I’m gonna see if I can take these fucking assholes out.”

“B-Be careful…argh” Dorion pleaded with you as he put more pressure on his wound.

Making sure that your gun was loaded and safety was off, you returned fire, trying to see if you could shoot those bastards. 

“Come on bitch!” Alex yelled as he returned fire back at you and then went behind cover to reload.

Derek, on the other hand, got the drop on you and Dorion, “Hands up bitch!”

“Huh!?” You gasped, turning around to see that the other goon had a gun pointed at Dorion.

“Wait, wait, wait, please don’t hurt him” you begged as you dropped your gun and raised your hands in the air.

“Heh, you got a nice body. What’s a girl like you, working for this shit job hmm?” 

“Ugh….you’re a fucking dog” Dorion groaned in pain. 

“Shut up!” Derek shouted, hitting Dorion with the back of his gun, causing him to faint slightly. 

“Please don’t hurt-” you went silent as you heard shots being fired in the distance and then the sound of a man’s gurgling death cry.

“A-Alex?” Derek called, wondering what the hell was going on. “Do you have other people?” 

“No, no I swear it’s just me and my boss” you told the truth as you held your hands up shakily.

“I don’t believe you” Derek growled as he pointed the gun towards you and then his head cocked back as he got shot in the head.

A loud scream escaped your lips as you saw that and then turned around, noticing your ‘guardian angel’ standing in the distance with a smirk plastered on his face.

“Argh…y-y/n…are you alright?” Dorion groaned as he regained consciousness, standing from the ground in pain and approached you.

“Yeah I’m fine, are you okay?” you gasped, breaking the line of sight with your guardian angel and wrapped your arms around Dorion to give him some balance. Yet, when you turned around, he was gone, like a whisper in the wind.

“D-Did you take them out?” Dorion questioned, being quite disoriented and weak to see what had just happened.

“Yeah, let’s just say I did that” you breathed softly, not believing what had just happened. First this man shows up at one of your sites, then shows up at your apartment, and now he’s saving you from crazy goons…who the hell was this guy?

“Come on, let’s get you patched up Dorion” You spoke as you helped him towards the new AV that descended down to your location. 

“I’m gonna need a fucking drink after this” Dorion joked as he held onto you tightly and limped towards the AV.

After Dorion got patched up by the doctors, you pulled off your helmet, a deep sigh escaping your lips as the director walked towards you. 

“Director” you nodded your head in respect. 

“Miss y/n, I heard you and your team almost died out there.”

“Well, we tried not to, but I made sure that the innocent civs were rescued and protected my boss from two assailants” you spoke honestly. 

The director crossed his arms in suspicion, but then his facial features relaxed, almost like he had flipped an on and off switch. “And for that, you saved your team and innocent civilians.” 

“Oh…..well that is my duty sir, to protect innocent civilians and my team” you smiled softly. 

“And the company is very pleased with your efforts y/n that we are going to award you with a savor medal and 3 weeks off.” 

A loud gasp escaped your lips at what the director said, “No way, seriously!?” You chuckled in disbelief. 

“Yes, you deserve it” the director smiled, pleased with your efforts and courageousness. “There will be a press conference tomorrow morning and that is where we will award you your savior medal.” “We hope to see you there miss y/n” he chuckled and then excused himself to go about his director duties. 

“Ha” you shook your head in happiness, turning around at your heels and then entering the room that Dorion was in. 

“I think I heard the director talking with you….ugh…out there” Dorion groaned as he sat up a bit from the hospital bed he was laying in.

“Yeah….he said that I was being awarded the savior medal” You slowly sat down on the chair by the wall.

“No fucking way, really? Ah, well, you deserve it y/n. You are the peanut butter that holds our crew together.” “And if it wasn’t for you, I would’ve been dead back there.”

“I-” you went quiet as you remembered back to your guardian angel saving you both, feeling as if you didn’t deserve this medal.

“Something on ya mind?” 

“Oh no…um….well…get some rest……I’m gonna head home” You smiled, standing up from the chair and then headed out of the room to head home.

“Thanks again y/n, for saving me, and I’ll try” Dorion laughed as he shifted himself into a good position on the hospital bed. 

“What! Girllll we need to go out and celebrate this!” Your friend shouted on the other side of the holo call.

“Argh…but why don’t I just buy a cake, bring it to my apartment, and we have a small party in my apartment” you offered, unlocking your door and then stepping inside, closing it behind you once you could.

“Oh no, no, no, girl, we are going to Club 6 tonight. Put on your best clothes, and don’t you dare wear those jeans and hoodie you always wear to go out.”

“Ugh!” You groaned in annoyance as you hung up your tablet and helmet on your coat rack by your door. “Fine, I’ll meet you at the club, but I am wearing what I want to wear” you hung up on your friend and went about to prepare yourself for the party you were going to have with your friends. You rarely went out to parties or drank alcohol, so you had to prepare yourself mentally and physically for what was to come. 

“Welcome to Club 6, enjoy” The bouncer smiled at the cute girls that came waltzing into the club. 

Johnny fixed his attire as he was the next in line to enter the club, “Hey, choom. I ain’t here to stir trouble—just wanna get a drink, maybe dance a little. Let’s keep this night easy, yeah?"

“Hmphm” The bouncer rolled his eyes, grabbed the scanner and waited for the man to present the bracelet to enter the club. 

“Okay, not one for small talk, alright” Johnny nodded cockily, extending out his wrist and presented the bracelet. 

“Have a good time….sir” The bouncer opened the door via his neurouplink and waited for him to enter.

“Oh I will” A slow, lopsided smirk tugged at the corner of Johnny’s mouth—equal parts charm and challenge. The kind of look that said he knew exactly how much trouble he could cause... but tonight, he might just behave. Maybe.

The bass thudded through the floor like a second heartbeat, low and sultry, wrapping the air in thick tension. “Cant Stop Us” Extended Mix by Regard pumped through the speakers, echoing around bodies moving like shadows on the dance floor. Smoke curled beneath neon strobes, painting the club in purple and red haze.

Johnny lingered near the edge of the crowd once he entered the club, leaning against a rusted metal railing on the second floor, his eyes scanning the lower level like a hawk. The Arasaka agents—three of them, all drinking like they didn’t have corpses to carry tomorrow—sat in a glass box near the back of the club. Their badges weren’t visible, but the way they carried themselves? Definitely corpo scum.

He rolled his jaw, flexing his fingers at his sides.

In and out, Silverhand. Get the codes and bail.

He was ready to move.

Until he saw you.

Down near the bar, almost hidden in the corner.

A black hoodie. Faded jeans. Worn sneakers. No makeup. Not exactly club attire—hell, not even bar attire—but you didn’t seem to care. You sipped from a tall glass of soda with a lemon slice, fiddling with your straw, looking like someone who’d rather be curled up watching cartoons than dodging drunks and creeps in a sea of synth beats.

And still—you looked soft. Gentle. Beautiful in a way that knocked the wind out of him.

He stepped away from the railing, boots thudding on the grated steps as he descended into the crowd. The shadows wrapped around him as he moved. His gaze never left you.

You were alone for the moment. Probably just taking a break from the chaos your friends had dragged you into.

Johnny kept his distance at first, half-blending into a shadowed corner by the bar. Just watching. Making sure no one tried anything. 

“Y/n, come on love, join us, don’t stand all alone at the bar. We are celebrating your big award.”

“Ana, I’m….not really a party type of person…I feel so out of place” You glanced all around, feeling eyes staring at you for some odd reason. 

Ana chuckled as she grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the booth where your other friends were. “Come on.”

“Hey, there you are, where were ya?!” Your other friends giggled drunkenly. 

“I was at the bar, getting nasty looks from girls” You joked as you joined your friends in the booth, but then, your eyes suddenly turned—eyes flicking across the crowd.

And then… froze.

Your eyes met with someone familiar. Your lips parted slightly, brows twitching in confusion. No… concern.

Johnny offered a soft, crooked smirk, lifting his drink slightly. “Hey, Angel,” he mouthed, just for you.

But your face changed—eyes widening in recognition. Not the kind that made your heart flutter. The kind that made your stomach drop. Why was he following you? Or better yet, what did he want? You already saw him for the first time when you were helping a wounded civilian, then at the donut shop by your job, then at the drug lab explosion, and then... .you let him into your apartment when he ‘supposedly’ saw you get hurt from your window. 

He hadn’t meant to come off like a creep—he just liked making sure you were safe. But now, looking at your stunned expression?

Shit.

You blinked hard, pulling your hoodie tighter around yourself like a shield. But when you looked back up, he was gone. Already moving through the crowd like a ghost. Toward the Arasaka goons.

Duty first.

But even as he ducked behind the velvet curtain of the VIP area, your stunned expression followed him. He hadn’t meant to scare you. And next time—he’d make it right.

“What are you looking at?” “You saw someone hot?” Ana questioned as she scanned the crowd, wanting to see this ‘hot stud’ you were basically staring at.

“Oh, no…I mean…maybe” You giggled to yourself. 

“To the eddies!” One of the Arasaka men shouted as he brought up his drink in the air and clinked it with the other glasses his fellow workers held up as well.

“Yeah! To being filthy rich!” Another laughed as he downed his drink.

“Pfft amateurs” Johnny mumbled underneath his breath as he pulled out his gun from his holster and made sure to wait till there weren’t any stragglers near the booth. Once it was clear, he entered the booth in a flash, taking the Arsaka scum by surprise. 

“What the-!”

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Phew,” Johnny breathed out heavily as he closed the booth behind him, then wiped the blood that had sprayed across his face.

“Oh, you don’t want to go in there, doll. They’re pretty wasted,” Johnny told a waitress who was holding a tray full of alcohol glasses. “I’ll take one though, thank you.” He winked at her, grabbed a glass, downed it, placed it back on the tray, and then disappeared back into the crowd.

“Samuel, got the key. I’m gonna bring the transport to the designated drop point,” Johnny said through the holo.

“Nice work, Silverhand. I’ll meet you at the drop point. Please try to keep the vehicle intact.”

“What, you doubt my expertise, Samuel?” Johnny laughed.

“No. I just don’t want you to cause more trouble than you’re used to, Silverhand.”

“Heh, I’ll try not to cause more trouble for you, Samuel.” Johnny ended the call and glanced over at you again, his heart fluttering.

“Oh, is that the man you were looking at y/n? Oooo he’s a looker!” Ana giggled as she nudged you a bit.

“Huh?” You looked up again and caught him staring.

A deep blush spread across your cheeks when you saw his sly smirk. It wasn’t creepy, or lustful—It was genuine. Like he wanted you to catch him looking.

“Ah, actually…I’m not feeling too well right now guys…I’m gonna head home” you smiled softly, standing up from the booth.

“Aww why?” “Are you sure, love?” “Are you feeling okay?” Your friends worriedly spoke to you, their drunken tones turning into more of a worrying one. 

“Yeah, I just need to get home. Goodnight yall” You waved to your friends and proceeded towards the exit, heading out of the club and breathing a breath of fresh air.

“G’night sweetheart” The bouncer nodded to you.

“Goodnight” You smiled and looked around, wondering if you should call a cab or walk home.

“You holdin’ up okay, Angel?” His voice was low, softer than usual, but still unmistakably his.

“Huh? Oh, look who it is. Mr. limited edition chrome plastic spoon” You chuckled, turning to face him.

“Oh, so we still remember that? Ha, ha, ha. Sue me,” he joked, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Why are you following me?” you asked, your tone light but laced with a trace of worry.

“I wasn’t following you, Angel. I was on a business run, and that business just happened to be in the same club you were at.”

You narrowed your eyes slightly. “Mhm. I don’t believe a word you say. You’re just a stalker.”

Johnny’s smirk faltered—just for a split second—before he quickly masked it with a scoff.

“A stalker? Really?” he laughed, though there was a sharpness behind it. “Damn, Angel. That hurt.”

You didn’t respond right away, and he could tell by the way you shifted your weight that the accusation wasn’t entirely a joke.

He took a step closer, the lights from the club sign casting flickers of neon across his face. “I ain’t got time to stalk anyone. Got better things to do than trail someone who calls me a chrome spoon.”

You raised a brow, unimpressed.

“…But,” he added, voice dipping low, “if I was keepin’ tabs on you, it’d be ‘cause I wanted to make sure you got home in one piece.”

You blinked, surprised by the softness that crept into his tone.

He shrugged, trying to downplay it. “Look, I know I ain’t got the cleanest rep. You don’t know me. Not really. But I ain’t out here to scare you.”

Then, almost as an afterthought, he looked down, one corner of his mouth twitching up.

“…Besides, stalkers don’t save you from asshole drug goons trying to shoot at you.”

“Thanks, by the way… for that. I almost died back there…” You gulped slightly, stepping a bit closer to him before pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Johnny didn’t move an inch. He stood there like a stone slab, frozen in place.

“Ah,” he managed to breathe out softly, his hand instinctively rising to touch the spot where your lips had landed. “N-No problem.”

“Well… goodnight, mysterious stranger,” you giggled, turning to call a cab. But before you could raise your holopad, he reached out and gently grabbed your arm.

“Uh… do you want me to take you home?” he asked, voice quieter now. “It’s kinda late and… cabs at this hour can have sketchy people.”

You blinked up at him, surprised by the concern in his tone.

“Uh… sure. Guess it’s better to have someone I know take me home rather than a random stranger,” you shrugged, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Alright, but I have to take care of something first, so would you like to join me?” He questioned softly.

“Better not involve guns” you joked as you followed beside him, not noticing his nervous state.

Ugh, what the fuck are you doing Silverhand, bringing her into this mission! 

"M'lady..." Johnny smirks, tipping his shades down for a brief second before looking back up, his voice low and teasing when he gestured towards the enormous Arasaka truck.

“Nice ride” You joked, slowly walking over to the passenger side.

Johnny followed right beside you, stepped up and opened the door for you. “Not my ride for fucks sake, I ain’t that broke” he laughed, helping you into the truck and then closing the door.

As you shifted comfortably in the seat, you rubbed your thighs nervously, hoping that this man wasn’t some sort of serial killer or something. 

When Johnny got inside the truck, he put the keys in the ignition, but noticed your nervousness. “Ya alright?”

“Y-Yeah…just….nervous…I….I have bad anxiety…” you bite the bottom of your lip, putting your seatbelt on. 

Without a word, he reached over and placed a reassuring hand on your back. His touch was gentle, warm, and grounding.

"Hey, you're alright," he said softly, his voice steady. "Just breathe with me, okay?"

He gave your back a comforting rub, his touch steady and calming, letting you focus on the sensation rather than your racing thoughts. Slowly, you felt the tightness in your chest ease as you took a deep breath, his presence quiet but steady.

“I’ll have you home in no time” he smiled softly, beginning to reverse the truck and then began driving on the main road, heading to the drop point to meet up with Samuel. 

“So, why this truck, are you delivering it for some reason?” You asked curiously. 

“Yeah, it’s for a….well…..mission I am on right now. But don’t worry, I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“I hope you’re not leading me into a death trap.”

“Oh come on, I'm not that reckless” he joked as he turned into the abandoned lot and parked the truck. “I think we're safe for now, come on" he said as he exited the truck after turning it off. 

You did the same, carefully stepping down from the truck, taking a hold of his hand to make sure you didn't fall and bust your ass. 

“Silverhand” Samuel's voice called from in front of the truck as he approached Johnny and then gasped at the sight of you. “Who's this?!”

“All you need to worry about is that I brought the truck in one piece, she's none of your concern.” 

“Hmm, I hope she won't become one” he said as he waved to his men to take a hold of the truck.

“Well, goodnight you two,” Samuel huffed, walking away.

“Well, he seemed nice,” you giggled, walking out of the abandoned parking lot. 

“Don't worry about him, he always has a stick up his ass when he meets new people” he joked and called up his Porsche. 

“Hmm, I guess I should be used to it by now in this fucking city” you sighed softly. 

“…You like kawaii shit right?”

You pulled back slightly in a confused manner. “What?”

He cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly. “…Like… the pink coffee shops with giant bears and pastel cats on the walls.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, a cute smile starting to form. “…You mean… like WhiskerBrew Café?”

“That’s the one,” he said, nodding. “I saw it once. Made me think of you.”

“Why?”

“’Cause it looked… soft. Gentle. Not part of this messed-up city.”

“So…I’m assuming you wanna get some boba tea with me?” you asked softly.

He grinned, his voice dropping. “Only if you want to, Angel.” 

“Hmm, well, Mr. Johnny Silverhand, I would love to have some boba tea with you” you looked up at him with soft eyes.

“Johnny Silverhand? Is that a cute nickname or something?” Johnny chuckled as he glanced over at his Porshce rolling up and then opened the passenger door for you. 

“You don’t fool me Johnny, I heard your little fixer over there saying Silverhand, so I finally connected the dots” You winked at him and entered the passenger side of his car. “Thank you!” 

Johnny sighed softly as he closed the door once you were inside, kind of amazed at how fast you connected the dots, but he allowed it. When he got to the driver’s side, he opened the door, stepped inside, closed it afterwards and began to head down the road to the cafe. “So, finally connecting the dots, care to explain?” he chuckled.

“Well, after you were supposedly stalking me, I noticed some features that the great Silverhand had.” 

“Oh yeah? Features, huh?” Johnny leaned in slightly, that cocky smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His voice was low, smooth, laced with playful arrogance. “Go on then—humor me. List ’em out.”

You glanced over at him with a playful smile, “For starters, your metal arm is kind of hard to miss, and….the way you dress is another indicator.”

“Ah” Johnny nodded as he turned the wheel of his car and arrived at the cafe, finding a good parking spot. Yet, he grasped the wheel tightly, a small sense of worry rising within him.

“Are you okay?” You worriedly asked, noticing how tense he was. 

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine, just… I need you to… do me a favor…” Johnny said, his voice softer than usual, eyes flickering away from yours for a brief moment.

“A favor? Kind of early to ask a favor from someone you barely know.”

“I know, and I’m sorry… but it’s important.” He sighed, finally meeting your gaze, the usual cockiness in his tone replaced with something more genuine.

“It’s okay, ask away.”

“I need you to promise me that you won’t go about telling anyone you know that I’m Johnny Silverhand.”

“Why?” you curiously asked. 

“As you can see, I’m a ghost. I was presumed dead decades ago. And….apparently Arasaka and possibly other corpo scum is making sure that this presumption is true.” “So, this is why I need you to keep it a secret.”

“Oh, of course, I won’t tell anyone.”

“Heh, thank you” Johnny let out a breath of relief and then exited out of his car to help you out of his Porsche. 

“I still can’t believe after all this time, you’re alive and still after Arasaka.” 

“Yep, hard to believe that I’m trying to protect innocent civvis.”

“Just like I do,” you added.

“Oh wait, before we go to the café, I wanted to give you something,” Johnny said with a smile, opening his trunk and pulling out the enormous bag that held the fluffy blue bunny inside.

When he handed you the bag, you cautiously opened it and pulled out the same blue bunny you had seen on your morning walk.

“Oh my gosh, you shouldn’t have!” you gasped happily, hugging the bunny tightly—it was so soft.

“Do you like it?”

“I love it, Johnny,” you said, looking up at him genuinely, a spark igniting in your chest.

“Phew, glad you do. Do you want me to put it back in my truck while we head to the café?”

“Sure, yeah, thank you,” you nodded, placing the enormous bunny back into the bag and handing it back to him.

Johnny soon grabbed the bag and shoved it back into his truck, closing it back up and proceeded to the cafe with you. 

A few minutes later, you both sat across from each other in a booth shaped like a giant cat. Fairy lights twinkled above. A neon “Stay Soft” sign glowed pink on the wall.

Johnny held his taro boba awkwardly in one hand, looking like a biker who’d wandered into a toy store. You couldn’t help but giggle whenever he sucked up the pearls too fast and coughed a little.

He leaned back, watching you talk about your favorite teas and the plushie collection back home, eyes never leaving your face. Every time you laughed, he smiled. Every time you blushed, he looked like he might melt.

And when you nervously sipped your milk tea and peeked up at him through your lashes—

Johnny thought maybe, just maybe, Night City didn’t feel so cold anymore.

Your eyes wandered to Johnny across the table, his tall frame awkwardly hunched beneath the neon glow, a taro boba in hand that he kept poking at with his straw like it had offended him.

You tilted your head, watching him curiously. “You don’t like it?”

He exhaled a light chuckle. “Not used to drinks with chewable surprises, is all.”

You smiled, soft, and it made something flutter behind Johnny’s ribs.

Then he cleared his throat, more serious now, his voice low. “Listen, Angel… I gotta tell you somethin’.”

Your gaze lifted from your drink.

“That night—the first night I saw you.” He looked you in the eyes. “You were patching up some civvie near a collapsed vendor stand. You had your Trauma Team suit on, gloves covered in blood, and even then… even then, you were calm. Focused. Like you gave a damn about that stranger bleeding out on the ground.”

You nodded, slowly remembering. “That was weeks ago…”. 

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Since then, I—I kept an eye out. Every time I saw you in the city, part of me… I dunno. Wanted to make sure you were safe. Not ‘cause I’m some creep or—" he ran a hand through his hair, suddenly sheepish. "Shit. I probably seemed like one. I just… you had this light, you know? Something rare in a place like this. Innocent. Pure. And I didn’t wanna see Night City chew you up and spit you out.”

There was silence.

Your lips parted slightly. Conflicted.

You stared at him for a second too long, as if your brain was running through every possible red flag. But then… you saw his face. Really saw it. No smug grin, no snide quip. Just the look of a man who’d seen too much and wanted, for once, to protect something unbroken.

You exhaled slowly, then… stood up from your seat.

Johnny’s brows furrowed, confused, until you stepped around the table and leaned in close. 

And then—you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace, feeling his body stiffen for a moment. The hard rocker boy who’d spent years living in chaos didn’t seem to know what it felt like to be hugged.

When you pulled back, you gave a small, shy smile. “Thank you….for everything Johnny,” you whispered, voice barely above the hum of the café’s soft lo-fi music.

Then, without another word, you returned to your seat, picked up your drink again, and sipped through the straw like nothing had happened.

Johnny blinked, processing what had just occurred. For once in his life he felt butterflies in his stomach. No one had ever given him a hug, especially a woman that was sweet and innocent.

“Fuck..” he murmured underneath his breathe as he took another sip of his taro boba, but of course he couldn’t help the quiet grin that curved at the corners of his lips. He was really falling hard for you.

Meanwhile, outside of the cute kawaii café, was a black-clad Arasaka recon unit hidden in the corner of the street. The scanner pinged softly.

TARGET: JOHNNY SILVERHAND – MATCH 92% CONFIRMED COMPANION: UNKNOWN – SCAN RETURNED POSITIVE LINKED TO TRAUMA TEAM POTENTIAL LEVERAGE DETECTED

The operative tapped his comms.

“HQ, this is Recon-3. Confirmed sighting of Subject J.S. Companion may serve as leverage. Preparing kidnap protocol—recommend high-surveillance tracking. Target is mobile.”

“Copy that, Recon-3. Standby. Do not engage until further notice.” 

“Copy” the operative relayed his message to HQ as he typed away on the keyboard.

“Heh, I still can’t believe an old man like you has never tried boba tea” You giggled, softly grasping his hand gently as you headed back to his car. 

“Oh, come on, I’m not that old. Do you see any gray hairs?” Johnny laughed, grabbing your hand as you took hold of his, leading you toward his Porsche.

“No, but that doesn’t mean you got implants to get rid of it.”

Johnny chuckled softly, helping you back into his car, but noticed a strange black-clad van driving past the parking lot. “Hmm.”

“Everything alright?” You asked as you glanced out of the door to look up at him.

“Yeah, let’s get ya home” he closed the door and proceeded to enter his car. 

“I had a fun time, Johnny. Thank you so much for bringing me home—and for the cute bunny,” you sighed happily, unlocking your apartment door and stepping inside. You took the new plush bunny out of the pink bag and placed it on your stuffed-animal-covered couch.

“‘Course, wouldn’t want anything to happen to you Angel” Johnny leaned against the doorframe of your door, not wanting to enter your place without your permission. 

Pulling off your hoodie, you walked back over to your door and hung it up by the coat rack. “Do you want to come in?” 

“Uh, no I…got some things to do…”. 

“Oh” you spoke sadly, approaching him and then grasping onto your arm. “I was hoping that you would…uh…stay for the night….maybe…show you more of the collection of Samurai things my brother gave me?” you offered. 

“I-I can’t—” Johnny gulped, shaking his head.

“Oh come now, I’m sure you don’t have anything to do at this hour.”

“I can’t stay, Angel… I’m afraid that… if I do, I won’t be able to control myself,” he admitted, his voice tight with restraint.

You tilted your head to the side in awe at his restraint, but you yourself couldn’t contain this feeling of love that was rising within you. “Then let go.”

Johnny’s eyes shot up to meet yours, his walls crumbling in an instant. Without a word, he grasped your hips and lifted you effortlessly. With quick movements, he closed your door behind him and began to devour your lips hungrily. 

“Mmm, Johnny,” you moaned happily against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him deeper into the kiss, your legs curling around his torso.

“Mm” Johnny groaned against your lips, making sure to carefully walk up your stairs and towards your room. 

“Ah!” you whimpered as he laid you down on your bed, his body hovering over you like a heat-struck rocker boy, eyes dark with want.

“Jesus” he spoke as he pulled off his shades and tossed them onto the floor, caring little about them. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” 

“Heh, no, you didn’t,” you smiled lovingly, reaching up with both hands to undo his bun, letting his hair fall around his face in soft waves. “If it’s alright with you… can you just smother me in your kisses?” you asked, your eyes wide and innocent as you rested your hands over your chest.

The moment he saw your soft expression, a deep, hungry sigh escaped his lips. He pushed a few strands of hair from his face, eyes darkening with affection and desire. “Oh, Angel~” he murmured, voice thick with need as he leaned down again, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth to taste you deeply.

As his tongue moved within your mouth, you felt your panties slowly becoming soaked. Silverhand had a way with his tongue, no doubt about it. 

Johnny quickly pulled away from your mouth to catch a breath, his head moving to the side to give your neck soft passionate kisses.

“Mm” you whimpered again, grabbing onto his back gently as he began to suck at your skin, probably leaving little hickey’s here and there. 

For a split second, Johnny reached out, gently brushing his fingers along your cheek when he pulled up from your neck. “You’re mine, Angel. Not in the chain-you-down way—nah, in the I’ll-fight-every-damn-thing-to-keep-you-safe way. I wanna protect you, be there when things get rough, hell—even when they don’t.”

He leaned closer, voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re not just some fling or pretty face to me. You’re everything. And I’m yours too—every messed up, glitched-out piece of me.”

You looked up at him with such happiness, never having felt this love before, “I love you Johnny!” You admitted as you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly.

Johnny couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle, pulling you into a tight embrace. He wanted to protect every damn inch of you from anyone who dared to hurt you.

“HQ, this is Recon-3 again, we are on the roof of the adjacent building to Subject J.S. companion’s home. We have visual confirmation of the subject and the companion. The connection between them is verified. When should we engage?”

“Copy that, Recon-3. Stand down for now. We have another window of opportunity. Tomorrow morning, the companion will be at a press conference to receive a savior medal. When the chance presents itself, engage and secure her. Is that understood?”

“Understood, HQ. Preparing the tactical team for extraction. We’ll execute when the opportunity arises.”

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ok well whatever. under the cut Because you wont believe it yes. im shy.

^ only for scale (she is the size of ONE only) . anyways scientist true form honestly very eu holdd on caption cancelled i need to go fix her FUCK ass hands. I accidentally had them skintone instead of her blue glove realness. ANYWYASS as i was saying honestly very euphoric to draw scientist with my body type (well like. with literally my body. lol) bc i think scoentist is hot so i caught myself looking at the drawing like HI HOTTIE HI HOTTIE and then remembering its literally me NDNFJFNF. anyways u probably can see where i changed things like i didnt have socks nor slides KRNRJF + i changed her node to look more like her awhile being awful at drawing noses and umm my cameras bad so my body hair didnt pick up + hers is more prominent than mine so i did my besties. and her freckleness. i hate the lips on this so bad why r lips like impossible even while fr tracing an image Devils body part. anyways aside from those differences it was judt coloring and i modtly colorpicked from the reference (aside from the lines and her gloves). umm except i did swapped the tanktop and coat color bc i dontttt have a labcoat so i was just wearing my old trenchcoat that is dyed Ugly green for an old halloween coetume. sort of a gumshoeesque coat. the costume wasnt gumshoe. you must guess. if the fold pattern on the coat looks wrong its bc its a way thicker material than what labcoats r made of What r u gonna do? sue me. i dont have a labcoat on hand. sorry. ANYWAYS ive rambled now this hopefully goes without saying but plzzzzzzzz dont say anything like. rude or mean abt her body bc that literally is my real life body . thankkk you. thank you.

ok sry i rly will sleep i just realized my outfit was SOOOO scientistmaxxing so i took a reference picture with my coat and so i Basically traced that abd now im refjning it a bit . but i just realized bc of her gloves i have to cover up her knuckle hair. which is horrible for me bc i find it charming

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I'll be home

Song fic: I’ll be home for Christmas (angsty ish)

A/N: Hc that Toshi works the Night Shift, repetitive writing (sowwy i suck), Toshi hates his job (kinda lol), open-ish ending, we are all pretending like the ending to MHA didn’t happen okay :) also the internet called his weapon a “capturing weapon” so that’s what I rolled with… you can roast me later if that’s wrong :) 

Wc: 1932

Wrote this eons ago! Just edited it, so if it sucks uh… blame it on it being 1am! Love that guy Toshi tho

I’ll be home for Christmas. 

You can plan on me.

There’s always that moment, even for a split second, when you doubt what your loved ones tell you. ‘Trust me, it’ll be fine’, ‘I promise it’s safe’, ‘you can count on me’. The butterflies of nerves never truly settled until the person in question fulfilled their promises, each vow properly met. The same was true for you and Shinsou Hitoshi, Pro Hero Mindjack. Better known to you as your Toshi. 

He was a nighttime hero, taking care of the city once the sun had set and the streets were dark. It was the perfect outcome for a poor sleeper like Hitoshi, who was endlessly grateful his insomnia could serve a purpose. However, it felt like cruel and unusual punishment to you. With every night you had to go to bed without the arms of your lover, the doubt only grew. He always assured that he’d be home, and while he had made do on that promise every night he was out, it didn’t mean that he would the next time. 

Please have snow and mistletoe. 

And presents on the tree.

“I’ll be home in the morning, Sweetness. Just like every Thursday.” 

Toshi always left from your shared apartment instead of the hero agency. He liked being able to kiss you goodnight and tuck you in before he had to leave. Although tonight, you were standing with crossed arms and a worry stricken face. 

“But Toshi, it’s Christmas Eve. Can’t you spend one night here with me? I want to go to bed with you and wake up with you on Christmas morning.” 

“I know Love. But that’s exactly why I need to go out tonight. So families can rest easy knowing they’ll have a safe holiday.” 

“And what about our family?” You glanced at the pair of cats snoozing on the couch. “I just have a horrible feeling about tonight.” 

Hitoshi smiled weakly and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “We will be fine too. I’ll be back like I always am, and our traditions can resume as normal tomorrow.” He glanced at the time. “I have to go Sweets. Don’t wait up for me, I love you.” 

You hugged his torso tightly, and pressed a gentle kiss to his suit padding. “I love you.” 

“Dream of me,” he whispered into your hair before pulling away and walking out the door, waving behind him. 

Christmas eve will find me

Where the love light gleams.

It didn’t make Hitoshi feel any better to leave you either. The air was cold on his face, which contributed to both waking him up more and reminding him of how much he would rather be in his warm bed with you. He felt so blessed, at the very least, to be able to have a home full of love to return to. 

I'll be home for Christmas

If only in my dreams.

Your heart broken face appeared to view in his mind. Nothing made him ache more than to leave you. He put on the bravest face for you; to protect you and others, but mostly himself. If he let his mind linger into a place of worrying about you, or in not coming back to you, it would only lead to him getting killed. He had to trust that he would have a calm night, that he would come back at sunrise to pull you into his arms, and continue to picture your face in his dreams. 

I’ll be home for Christmas 

You can plan on me

The routine was the same: he’d go out at night and then return in the morning with typically no more than a scratch or scrape. It always surprised Hitoshi that most of the dangerous crimes happened in broad daylight. Why wouldn’t villains go out once it got dark? Wouldn’t it make more sense to catch the heroes off guard or while they were asleep? Shinsou tried not to overthink the stupidity of villains. 

Please have snow and mistletoe

The snow began falling when he reached his starting patrol spot. He was assigned a new route for the evening, with tall buildings and plenty of shadows he could hide in. Shinsou swung his capturing weapon up on a tall pipe to get up on a roof. He lazily surveyed the area, stifling yawns in between checking out the quiet streets. Seeing the snow fall gently only reminded him of how much he loved spending the winter season with you, and he took a mental note of the beautiful places he passed that he wanted to take you to on an evening walk. He pictured you laughing in the snow, bundled up and pulling at him to dance with you. His heartbeat skipped. You really were his favorite. 

And presents on the tree

He continued to wander on his route, lazily weaving through buildings as silence filled the air. He almost regretted coming out tonight; had he known it was going to be as empty as it was, he gladly would have stayed in with you and woken up to your traditions. He smiled beneath his mask at one of his favorite memories. Every Christmas morning, the both of you slept in and when hunger eventually woke you both up, you’d go and make pancakes. Hitoshi despised mornings before you. They were cold and empty and were often greeted with heavy eyelids. Now, mornings were met with warm kisses on lips, cheeks, and foreheads in the light of his room. Coffee and breakfast tended to follow shortly after. Watching you bustle around the kitchen before he sat you on the island to kiss you languidly and lazily (and feel you up) before finishing whatever meal you started, or kissing your neck while you both flipped pancakes at the stove (like at Christmas), were why he got up in the mornings at all on his days off. He was already counting down the hours before he got to see you again. Six more to go. 

Christmas Eve will find me

Where the love light gleams

The hours droned on. If nothing else, he was glad he could come home and have absolutely nothing to report back to you or the hero he’d be passing off the morning shift to. He racked his brain for who he’d be meeting in the morning. 

Kaminari was yesterday. Sero was last week. … SHOJI! He grinned at himself, thankful his memory wasn’t totally shot to hell. With four hours left of his patrol, he was nearly finished with his route. While the action was great; the adrenaline during his fights made Hitoshi feel alive, for once, just for this night, he was happy to be alone with his thoughts (of you). 

Then he got the call. 

I’ll be home for Christmas

It was a distress signal for any night heroes in the area to help with a large-scale robbery of a totaled jewelry store. He sighed, using his capturing weapon to swing into action. So much for a calm night. 

Hitoshi was met with something much worse than he was expecting. Instead of the typical small-time robbers with menial quirks, he saw multiple colorful heroes on the ground, surrounding a large amalgamation of a monster. Eyes and mouths covered it from top to bottom, and it was swallowing heroes whole. The accomplices on the ground also played their part to overwhelm the small group fighting back. Why weren’t there more night heroes? The monster reminded Shinsou of the nomus from when he was in high school, and he silently prayed that they weren’t making a comeback, as he joined the handful of other heroes doing their part to take the robbers down. 

The fight was long and grueling, and he had never spent this much energy on a meaningless night patrol. The Night Shift was for doing nothing and occasionally arresting a petty purse thief. Not taking down next-to-nomus and modified-quirk villains. Hitoshi glanced at the time. Six am. The morning heroes would be coming to join at any second, and then Hitoshi could probably go home. He wasn’t sure if he’d actually have to stay and help the daytime crew or not. He had never gotten this far before. All he had to do was survive until help arrived. I am the help. Where’s the help for the help?

Everything was going according to plan. Beat up but not broken, Hitoshi easily stood his ground. Back up was on the way and the monster had been sequestered to one portion of the shopping strip. He was doing well before he took a heavy blow to his back. He spent too much time focusing on brainwashing the monster and the villains close to it, that he didn’t think to survey the area. He lost his concentration, and crumpled to the ground, the quills from the quirk that were just fired at him injected poison into his bloodstream. The morning heroes arrived at the same time. He groggily mentally kicked himself for not being aware enough to stay conscious for literally two more minutes. As the toxin flooded his senses, he couldn’t dodge the villains that rushed to attack him as quickly as possible before they were taken out by the number one and two heroes. Shinsou felt pathetic that this was how he was going down. He was better than this. Maybe the Night Shift had made him soft. 

Somewhere between getting pummeled and Deku saving the day (again), an hour had passed and he was rushed into an ambulance. Shinsou was exhausted from fighting for four straight hours, getting physically beat up, and from the poison that only seemed to be getting stronger with each passing minute. He wanted to succumb to sleep but something in him screamed that he needed to stay awake. You. He pictured your face. How worried you’d be that he wasn’t home yet. He was supposed to be home an hour ago. He was supposed to already be in bed with you, begging you to sleep a little longer next to him. He was supposed to be making pancakes with you, pulling you in and kissing you with every spare second he had. He wasn’t supposed to feel like his organs were on fire and that his brain was melting.

If only in my dreams 

He kept dreaming of your face, though it became harder and harder to remember what you looked like. Did you wear glasses? Was your hair short, or long? Did you have hair? What color was it? What about your eyes? Hitoshi tried to picture your face and hear your voice but to no avail. So this is what dying feels like. He could barely make out a nurse telling him to hold on until they made it to the hospital. Shinsou couldn’t think of your face, but he could imagine that your smile probably felt like sunshine. Through lidded eyes he thought of it, grateful for its magical grounding abilities. He thought about kissing it and about making pancakes while hearing your currently soundless laugh. 

I’ll be home for Christmas 

If only in my dreams 

Your smile stuck with him through his trip to the ER, needles stabbing his arms and scalpels tearing through his back. He wasn’t sure if, let alone when, he’d get to see you again. And worse, for the first time since he’d met you, Hitoshi broke a promise. But he’d make it up to you, and until then, he would dream of your warmth and his next morning with you. 

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Gwess with s/o who’s stand already lets them shrink?

I’m not sure what about Guess is kind of fun to write for (she’s a pretty minor character) but then I also enjoy writing Formaggio too who also has a shrinking stand. Both of their personalities are kind of fun to write Yandere so maybe that’s it

Yandere! Gwess w/ a stand user! so whose ability lets them shrink

There’s shock on her face just for a split second, then she looks like she’s pouting. Maybe a bit annoyed? You’re not really sure with how this woman sometimes reacts to just about anything.

“I’m supposed to be the one that shrinks you, this isn’t quite as fun y/n….you should say “sowwy”” she cooed casually.

“I can’t help it….I’m very sowwy, Gwess” you internally cringed at your baby talk but she squealed with delight and started clapping her hands together like you just did a cute trick.

“Perfect!, Perfect! you did even better than I expected” she then dug something out from underneath her bed. It was your favorite kind of cookies, she knew this from practically stalking you from the first week you were in this prison. You watched passively as she took out a singular cookie and presented it to you like one would a mouse or a bird.

“You get these if you don’t use your silly little power” her eyes seemed to gleam dully piercing into your e/c eyes.

“If I can’t control the shrinking then what’s the point of my goo goo dolls?” She whispered to you irritation underneath her tone, she then sat your confection down completely once your tiny hands took hold of the baked good. You could tell she did not like you having a stand, let alone having one that shrinks. It made her feel like you were taking the little power she had over you away.

“Maybe we were meant to be buddies?” You said hoping she didn’t catch the sarcasm laced in that sentence.

You got lucky she didn’t seem to notice or perhaps she overlooked your “not cute” transgression out of kindness.

“No, No not “buddies” soulmates, or lovers…you’re making it sound like you don’t want to be my cute little lover” she dismissed your comment.

“We’ll just have to fix that huh?” Her index finger and thumb came up and pinched the right side of your tiny cheeks. You nodded as cute as you could to try and not flare up her temper.

To think you ended up in this situation all because she caught you stealing from the vending machine with the good snacks and drinks.

[allyriadayne]

What do you think would have happend with Jace if he had survived the Dance?

oh this is fun, thanks for the question!

survived as in everything happens the same except jace survived the gullet? i won't get into mechanics of this happening because i'd involve too many moving parts and what ifs and blatant avoidance of certain parts. so whatever. let's say daemon and aemond kill each other, aegon kills rhaenyra and imprisons baela and baby aegon.

two things:

1) if jace is in dragonstone, let's say recuperating from his injuries, in reality i don't think aegon would kill him just like he didn't kill rhaenyra's heir at the moment. jace might be too injured to truly pose a threat or aegon's advisors would "protect" him like they did baela.

2) jace is not in dragonstone. he could be healthy or injured but he's not there when aegon takes the island for some reason. i've read fic where he's with the northern/riverlands army or makes his way to the capital alone after aegon's dead. in any case, he reaches the capital at some point.

when the greens are neutralized and all the heads turn to rhaenyra's children, it's probable that the support would be split between the older, seasoned prince of dubious birth and the young, unresponsive prince of clear ancestry. the things is while a regency happened in canon i don't think anybody wanted to do that. the issues lingering needed to be solved NOW, the armies needed to be disbanded NOW, alicent and jaehaera needed to be secured NOW. even if jace is physically injured or abed at this moment, i think he would get the clear support of the biggest faction aka the riverlands, the vale, and the north. on the other side, he's corlys' grandson, he was a dragonrider (let's assume the dragon still died sowwy), he's commanded armies, and if he married baela that moment, he could be having an heir by the next year. the succession and therefore the kingdom, is stable.

i'm not saying there wouldn't be people vying for baby aegon's ascension just to be against jace perceived bastardy now or down the line but it's more likely that he gets more support to get the crown and just end the war once and for all.

so jace takes the crown immediately. i don't think the hour of the wolf happens at all, most of the attributions cregan takes for himself came from intimidating baby aegon and probs by being the highest ranking lord in a place where everybody was burning incriminating papers from the last reign lmao. i think he would be a lot more aligned with corlys in sending peace terms first, but would not hesitate if the rest of the kingdom didn't fall in line. as for aegon ii's advisors, to me jace would try to get them out quietly. stay for a bit but sending them home as soon as he could. corlys betrayed the blacks, jace would probably marry baela as a reward for past services (and bc he loves her obviously etc) and dismiss him to driftmark. thanks to jace, corlys has his legitimate heir in alyn, he's more than okay.

for people like larys, the ironrod, orwyle and tyland....... they were aegon's closest advisors and while i don't think jace would imprison them or kill them i think he'd test them in some way to prove they can change their loyalty and move on. after a few months or years when the transition smooths out, i would bet jace will be dismissing them for lords who are 100% on his side. i'd say all would do it because at least in the show i don't see them supporting the greens out of personal reasons, not enough to die for the memory of aegon OR jaehaera's claim, you know? and in any case, it /is/ a man that is ruling now lmao lol. i still see jasper wylde pushing his daughter to baby aegon if jace is not available anymore, tho.

jace wouldn't kill alicent or jaehaera either. i think the death of so many people and most of all, his brothers, would affect him very much. at this point alicent is described as mad and jaehaera is a traumatized child. he wouldn't send them to oldtown or keep them together all the time but i don't think he would be cruel (as for jaehaera's future, well, that's another story). they are his family after all and most of the threats are neutralized (hello alys hiiii i'm such a fan).

i can speculate on jace's mental state and say that while he would not shut himself out like baby aegon did, he wouldn't be the same at all. his drive to be the best version of himself would still be there of course, this is what will make him push himself to take control of the situation. but at the same time, i don't think he will want to be as much as a people pleaser as he is in canon. people will be vying for his favor, for baby aegon's hand, for rhaena's but to me, he will make the family close into themselves. during the war he learned to take command of his people, he has the presence and the confidence to say no now, he also has the crown and the symbols. that's half the battle done.