#Possibility b: she hated my couch

[cameronsprincess]

— warnings: smut! 18+ mean!john b, bimbo!reader, degrading, oral (m receiving), slight choking, fingering, hair pulling.

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“he’s my best friend, y/n! and you don’t expect me to get upset that you were flirting with him?”

you sink down into the couch further, fighting the tears that pricked at your eyes. you’d never seen john b. so upset before. you didn’t mean to make him so mad. you only flirted with jj because you’d saw him talking to sarah cameron. his ex girlfriend. it set you off, so naturally, you wanted to hit him where it hurt. flirting with jj.

“i-i didn’t mean to make you so mad, baby.. it-it was innocent. i-i was just upset that you were talking to sarah, i’m- i’m sorry” you choked out, finally letting your hot tears fall down your face.

“maybe don’t be such a slut! have you ever thought of that? hmm? sarah means nothing to me!”

you stand from your spot on the couch, taking a step toward john b and smacking his chest. “and jj means nothing to me!”

you turn quickly on your heels and storm off to the bedroom, slamming the door behind you and throwing yourself onto the bed, burying your face in the pillows as you screamed out in frustration.

the sound of the bedroom door pushing open makes you lift your head, turning slowly to see john b standing in the doorway, slight regret filling his eyes.

“i’m sorry baby. i didn’t mean to upset you. i just- i’m so used to everyone choosing jj, that seeing you flirt with him set me off”

you sit yourself up in the bed, crossing your legs as you look into his beautiful brown eyes.

“i wouldn’t ever choose jj. i want you. only you.”

john b sighs, running a hand through his messy brown hair. he takes two long strides towards you, pushing your back into the mattress as he crawls on top of you, his arms caging you into the bed.

he leans down, his lips softly ghosting over the shell of your ear, the feel of his breath on your skin as he whispers sending a shiver through your body. “i know that. let me make it up to you”

you suck in a shaky breath, wrapping your arms around his neck, smashing your lips with his in seconds.

he kisses you back, his lips consuming yours like he was a man that was touch starved. he slips his tongue into your mouth, dominating yours instantly, pulling a string of whines and moans from you.

“you’re so pretty when you’re like this. all whiny and hot, and i haven’t even touched you yet” he rasps, placing one hand around your throat and squeezing at it softly.

you bring your bottom lip between your teeth, eyes stuck on his darkened over, lust filled ones. you loved and hated when john b was mad, you loved it because he always made up for it in the dirtiest ways possible, but you hated it because, honestly, john b was sort of scary when he was angry.

“gonna make you remember who you belong to, you want that? want me to show you that you’re mine?”

you nod your head slowly, the grip he had on your throat tightening as you moved your head.

“words. you know i don’t like silent responses baby girl”

“y-yes. want you”

he releases the grip he has on your throat, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it onto the floor, leaving his tanned, muscular body on display for you.

you sit yourself up, reaching for the zipper on his shorts and pulling it down with haste. you help him slide his shorts down his legs, leaving him in nothing but his tight boxers, his already hardened cock pressing tightly against the fabric.

you reach your hand out, palming him through his boxers, making him growl from the contact.

“my girls a needy little thing isn’t she? good thing i’m in a giving mood tonight” john b says, his tone slightly mocking at your need for him.

“s-so needy. please, let me suck your cock” you beg, fingers playing with the waistband of his boxers, lightly tugging at them.

“don’t worry baby, you will”

john b pushes his boxers down his legs, lifting himself off the bed to remove them completely and tossing them onto the bedroom floor. you swipe your tongue across your bottom lip, mouth salivating at the sight of his thick, veiny cock in front of you.

you eagerly reach your hands out, gripping at him lightly, stroking your hand softly up and down his length, pulling a low groan from his lips.

his fingers grip the back of your head, pulling at your hair as he pushes your face down. “suck. now” he demands.

you smirk up at him, licking a hot stripe up the bottom of his shaft and placing a sweet kiss to his swollen head. he bucks his hips forward, fingers tightly gripping at your hair.

you push the head of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, the taste of the precum that’s leaked from the tip making you hum in appreciation.

“s-stop—fuck— stop fuckin’ teasing. you know i don’t like games, baby”

you place both hands on his thighs, steadying yourself before pushing him fully into your mouth, gagging slightly when the head hits the back of your throat. you begin slowly bobbing your head up and down his length, drool running down the sides of your mouth as you work his length.

john b groans, using the grip he has on your head to push himself farther into your mouth, thrusting his hips forward to fuck himself into your throat.

“s-so fuckin’ good. such a sweet dumb cock whore, takin’ me so good”

john b’s words have you squeezing your thighs together, your arousal beginning to pool between your legs. you lower one of your hands, fingers finding your clit and rubbing slow circles around it, trying to relieve some of the pressure you felt.

john b pushes you of him, your back hitting the mattress with a soft thud.

you gasp when you feel john b’s large hands on your inner thighs, prying them open quickly and running his thick fingers through your slick folds.

“john b. please” you breathe out, bucking your hips forward.

your mind was hazy, craving the feel of him stretching you, pushing you to see stars.

he continues the teasing motions with his fingers, coating his fingers with your arousal.

you open your mouth to speak but the words die on your tongue when he shoves two fingers inside you, curling them slightly and hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

“shiiit, john b, need more” you whine, fingers fisting into the bed sheets, toes curling from the pleasure building inside you.

he harshly thrusts his fingers in and out of your soaked cunt, his free hand gripping at your throat lightly. “so fuckin’ needy, so whiny. just let me take care of you, okay?”

you squeeze your eyes shut, nodding your head. john b picks up the pace of his fingers, pushing them in and out of you harshly, the band in your belly tightening as your first release of the night threatened to wash over you.

“s’close john b, p-please”

“cum for me. let it all out baby girl”

a few more harsh thrusts from his fingers and your release was washing over you in toe curling euphoria.

“fu-fuck”

john b helps you ride out your high, pushing his fingers in and out of you slowly as you came down. you go limp below him as he slowly pulls his fingers from you, making you wince at the empty feeling.

“you did so good baby. so so good for me”

you lift up on your elbows, chest heaving up and down as you try and steady your breathing back to a normal rhythm.

“i love you, jb. only you”

he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips, giving you a small smile as he pulls you down to lay beside him, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist.

“i know. and i love you. just, no more flirting with jj, got it?”

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At Heart (Ryan Butcher, parentified!OC)

ben being a parent, ryan deserved to be hugged and held for this one, ben will be getting him a new milkshake btw, spidersona oc | Fic Directory

The web-head all but nearly shatters the balcony door rushing inside.

While not particularly cut from the cloth of parenthood, Benjamin has grown to see Ryan as his own more than he ever knew was possible.  So when faced with the sight of him sobbing on the couch, of course he went into overdrive.

“Hey, woah!” Ben rattles as he tears the mask from his head and plops down beside the boy, a hand placed on his shoulder to gently shake him from his woe. “Ryan, hey– what’s– what happened?”

Ben’s answer is the boy throwing himself forward to hug and bury his face in his shoulder, crying as he explains it all.

He killed another person.

That fucking scripted save– Vought’s ridiculous insistence that the boy become their next hero to market to the world.

“K-Koy’s dead because of me! S’my fault again!”

Ben was familiar with Koy.  The stunt director always liked him, always loved when the bug would string a few webs from the ceiling to let him toy with during his own rehearsals.  It’d been so long since he’d seen him; public footage of his saves had been more than enough for Vought to let the bug off the hook.  And now…

“Fuck…”  Ben  sighs.  “Ryan–”

“He brought me a milkshake and took it because I– Dad said– he said I shouldn’t care…”  He hiccups.  “T-That they’re toys for us to b-break. N-now he’s mad at me and–”

Of course he is, Ben thinks to himself as he pets through Ryan’s hair. Because he’s not sure why you’d show empathy to the people who’ve always broken him.  But you don’t know that…

“W-Was my mom just a toy too?”

“No,” Ben shakes his head, sighing dejectedly. “No, your mom wasn’t a toy.  No one is– your dad…”  He swallows thickly.  “He–”

“Hates me–” He chokes through sobs.

“Damnit, Johnny…” Ben mumbles.  He loves that man like nothing else, but sometimes he really had a way of fucking up.  The bug pulls back from Ryan, hands grasping his shoulders to hold the boy steady.  “Your father doesn’t hate you.”

“He doesn’t want me either–”

“Ryan.  Look at me.”  He shakes him softly, brows knit with worry.  Doesn’t want you either?  “He just doesn’t know how to help you.  I’m not saying he’s right for saying what he said, don’t get me wrong, just… he literally doesn’t know what to do.”

“I don’t know what to do!”  Ryan shouts, gripping tight to Ben’s wrists, eyes suddenly going wide when that near silent wince rang through his ears.  He loosens his hold immediately. “I don’t– I can’t–” Heaving breaths through the panic. “I’m sorry–”

“I know…”  The bug murmurs.  “I know.”

Truthfully, what could he possibly say?  That it’d all get better?  He couldn’t guarantee that.  Should he tell the boy not to stress about the damage he’s caused?  Absolutely not.

All he can do is hug him close and let him cry it out, shh-ing him and rocking from side to side.  Benjamin wishes more than anything that he could know what Becca did for the boy when he was so utterly devastated.  Hell, maybe she never even had to do something like this– at least not for this magnitude of agony.

There’s no manual for this.

At least when the sniffling stops, Ben feels like he’s done something right.  Granted it only stopped because the boy cried himself to sleep, but…

It’s something, right?

He carries Ryan to his bedroom, up the stairs and to the left.  It used to just be a storage room before the boy came about, then John had it converted to be everything he’d ever wanted when he himself was a child.  Benjamin tried to explain, but… it just never clicked.

Gently, Benjamin places him onto his bed, snagging the nearest throw blanket to drape over his form.  Even asleep, the kid looks exhausted– and rightfully so.  He doesn’t deserve any of this. The pain, the sorrow, the guilt.  Ryan’s just a boy who’s been through far too much.

Not terribly unlike his father.

The bug sighs dejectedly, knowing there was a conversation to be had with his boyfriend about consoling the kid.  Homelander will get defensive, spiteful, angry– he’ll feel attacked right off the bat.  He’s trying, but he’ll never get it right if he doesn’t realize one terribly tragic thing about his son.

Try as he might to shape Ryan in his image, he will never truly mirror his father.  Homelander will never understand why, but Benjamin?  It’s not at all hard for him to see.  Not in the slightest.  It’s not a bad thing, but it’s certainly not good.  

Tragedy will always hit the boy hardest.  It will devastate him in ways his father can never understand.

Ryan is a human at heart. 

He always will be.  

[carcarcraziiv2]

hi!!!i wanted to do a request (im shaking as i write this bc this is my second time ever doing a request-) about Kayn having a crush on a reader that's part of Pentakill.Reader looks super mysterious and scary but in reality they're just shy and also have a crush on Kayn and both of them confess at the same time.Take your time and have a good day!!!

I am so glad you requested it! It's okay to be nervous! I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG I LOVE YOU AND I APOLOGIZE <//3

I LOVE THIS PROMPT- especially for someone who is in Pentakillllll like that is so exciting. I am so hyped for this! I hope you enjoy <3

Content / Warnings: Mature language (the 'b' word lol), Alcohol consumption. Not much else really....

Word Count: 1883

Kayn was never one to show his fanboy nature, even though everyone in Heartsteel already knew Kayn had a secret obsession- Pentakill. Specifically, the bands mysterious, cold and ominous bassist; you.

You on the other hand, although already being the bassist in a rock band, had somehow gained a reputation for being the "dark" or "moody" bandmember in comparison to Sona or Kayle. In reality though, you just liked keeping to yourself, rarely being the first one to speak, often sitting alone on the stage speakers or out back of the concert houses having a smoke before or after a show.

Regardless of the publics opinion of you, you loved your bandmates. You were just shy, so when Kayle approached you notifying you about a possible collab with your personal favorite band Heartsteel, you couldn't help but be incredibly anxious.

"What do you mean we are 'meeting' with them tomorrow," you inquired, glancing up from your book to see Kayle lean against the kitchen counter and take a drink from her cup.

"Oh, come on Y/N. Don't you like... oh which one was it?" She pauses and you take in a deep breath before letting out a sigh. "Kayn, right?"

You sit up from your spot and set your book down. Arching your brow and rolling your eyes at the winged woman, you chose to ignore her inquiry.

She scoffed before saying a little quieter, "Well Yone said Kayn likes our bassist. Guess it's not that big of a deal. I'll tell him we will pass on the meeting."

She began reaching towards her phone on the counter, causing you to pause mid-stretch and jump up to stop her.

"Wait!" you shrieked, cringing at yourself immediately thereafter.

"I knew it," Kayle smirked. "Our meeting is at noon by the way." As she walked away, you slumped back onto to the couch and let out another dramatic sigh.

~~

Kayn was going to kill Yone. Rhaast on the other hand was threatening to constantly break through at any moment with sheer excitement.

They were meeting Pentakill today. They- more specifically- were meeting you today. He was terrified. What if you hated him? What if you thought he was weird, or worse- what if Rhaast made an appearance and said something outrageous or out of pocket?

Kayn shook his head and rolled his eyes before splashing his face with water. He stared at himself in the mirror for a moment, silent dialogue only heard by him plaguing his mind.

Do not do anything brash, Rhaast.

Oh, I would never, Kayn.

~~

The meeting wasn't long. There was clearly some sort of friendship history between Yone and Kayle. Beyond that, everyone chatted like long lost friends aside from you - always silent and observant, and Kayn who sat at the large meeting table across from you.

You didn't fail to notice how he consistently stared at you. You were lowkey jealous because you wished you had started first. You weren't about to have a staring contest with him now.

You hadn't realized you were dissociating into the wall next to the large bay window until you were snapped out of it by Kayle's voice.

"Y/N, did you hear me? We are going to partner up for our song collab." Her lips rose in an evil knowing little smirk. "You and Kayn will be working together." Damn her for playing teacher right now.

A blush immediately erupted on your skin as you glanced at Kayn and gave him a shy smile. He let out a dramatic sigh and you were ashamed to think you were actually excited to have a real excuse to talk to him for an extended period of time.

"Alright everyone, let's start today and you can all figure out arrangements for your individual meetings. We will have our group meeting biweekly. Once we have a song, we will figure out our practice schedule and all the other details!" Yone smiled politely and everyone began standing and walking to their partners. As you observed, you saw both sett and K'Sante give looks to Kayn as they passed by him, almost teasing.

You couldn't help but be mortified by their social ques. Had Kayle spilled the beans about your silly little crush on Kayn? Oh Gods, what if Kayn knew and was staring at you because he was wondering how the hell he got stuck with the quiet freak from Pentakill as not only his partner, but his crush.

You sighed inwardly as you walked slowly towards him, looking anywhere but his direction. He was more confident than you thought, looking straight at you as you could see through your peripheral and starting the conversation.

"Hello, Y/N, right? I guess I should introduce myself- I'm Kayn," he reaches out a hesitant hand. You smile politely, shyly, in response.

"I'm Y/N- well you already know that anyway, heh..." you stutter, flustered due to the close proximity between the two of you. You give another awkward smile, and then let out an exasperated breath before continuing. "So, when and where would you like to meet up for these brainstorming sessions?"

Kayn seems to pause for a moment, putting his hand under his chiseled chin in a thinking pose. His gaze leaves you for a moment, before returning to your own.

"Dinner, you pick where you want to go. I will schedule if you send me the name of the restaurant. Here, put your phone number in my phone," he pulls his phone out of his pocket, unlocking it and handing it to you. You raise your eyebrows in surprise, not even second guessing the dinner suggestion. There's no way he could be asking you on a date, right? No, you're not delusional.

You input your number and quickly bid your farewell as Kayle waves at you from the door. You hadn't realized everyone was gawking at the two of you as they waited to leave for the evening.

~~

"You know you don't have to do this at dinner Kayn? May as well have asked her out at that point," Sett smirks at him from his seat on the couch.

I told you, Rhaast hissed in Kayn's mind. It's too obvious now.

"Nah, don't worry. It is just a lunch between colleagues to brainstorm for a song. Nothing more, nothing less." Kayn glares at Sett, before walking into the bathroom to spray on some cologne for the first time in a very long time.

~~

You were so nervous. Even more nervous than you had been previously. And when you get nervous, you babble.

So before leaving for dinner with Kayn that evening, you gave yourself a pep talk in the mirror.

"Do not say anything stupid." Yeah, right.

"Do not be a clumsy mess as per usual." Will probably stumble trying to sit in the chair.

"Do not be ominous and awkward." Can't change your nature, baby.

Gods, your inner dialogue was a bitch.

You had chosen to wear casual yet flattering attire to your dinner, sticking to your usual all dark fabric and accessories. After getting ready and checking yourself out in the mirror once more, you went outside and got on your motorcycle with your backpack slung over your shoulders.

Letting out a shuddering breath, you began the not so long journey towards the restaurant. You had suggested one close by that you did enjoy, although the nerves in your stomach suggested you probably wouldn't be doing to much eating.

Upon arrival, you hung your helmet on the handle of your bike and stepped off. Before heading inside, you spared a glance at one of the windows only to see Kayn openly gawking at you stepping off of your ride.

Unbeknownst to you, he was thrilled to see you on a motorcycle. It was a thing with him, something about being rebellious or dangerous compared to the norm always caught his eye.

Quickly averting your gaze you let out a deep sigh to ready yourself and walked into the restaurant- ignoring the hostess and walking the corner to seat yourself in the booth across from Kayn.

Placing your backpack on the bench next to you, you let out a breath.

"Hi, Kayn," You smiled politely, your voice quieter than you had intended.

"Hi, Y/N," He smiled back. This evening his expression was eager, his eyes alight with dare you say- mischief. And you couldn't help but notice the slight blush that caressed his cheeks under the yellow lighting of the lamp above.

"So, do we want to order first or get right to business?" The question tumbled out of your mouth casually, and it took you a moment to realize that you actually felt quite comfortable sitting across from him in this moment.

"Well, I already ordered us both a drink. I hope you like Gin and soda," A gulp audibly escaped his throat and your lips twitched up in an almost smile.

"Actually, one of my favorite cocktails. Thanks, Kayn."

Gods, he liked the sound of his name on your lips.

The evening went on without a hitch, the two of you talking casually. By the time a few hours had passed, your food long since finished on the table in front of you, you realized you hadn't actually gotten to any brainstorming.

The drinks had started getting to you, loosening up your nerves. Before you knew it you were blabbering on and grabbing your backpack to pull out your notebook.

As you were looking down, Kayn was staring at you.

Just tell her, you coward. Rhaast was yapping again, but the booze had Kayn tuning him out. He was planning on it anyway.

"Sorry, I knew if I spent this much time with you I'd end up talking too much. Must be because of how much I like yo-," you paused. Were you saying this out loud?

You heard Kayn pull in a sharp breath, before softly saying,

"That's interesting. I was just trying to hype myself up to say that I have had a crush on the cute bassist from Pentakill for awhile now. Please tell me I didn't hear you wrong..." Kayn's eyes were wide, one eyebrow raised as he bit his lip.

Your jaw fell open, before you promptly closed it and blinked a few times.

"Wait, really?" You smiled. You couldn't help it. And as Kayn looked at you, he knew all of the assumptions the public made about you being dark or ominous or mysterious were bullshit. You were like starlight shining in a dark sky with that smile.

"Really. I swear it. Yone and Kayle I think did this specifically to set us up, actually. Everyone else on my side has known I've liked you for awhile. Lucky for us Kayle and Yone have... a friendship." He grinned sheepishly, running a ringed hand through his pink hair.

You laughed out loud then, having had made the same assumption yourself. "I thought the same thing!"

And as the night waned on, the restaurant eventually closed and the waitress was forced to kick the two of you out. The drinks had worn off over the time you had been there, opting for water instead.

As the two of you walked down the steps back to your motorcycle, Kayn looked at you and pulled you in for a hug. You melted into him momentarily before he released you.

"So, I have a request," he stated. You nodded for him to continue, your brows scrunched in question.

"Can I have a ride on your motorcycle?"

~~

The End! I hope you LOVED IT AND AGAIN IM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT! I have basically been AFK irl lately lol. Thank you for the lovely request!

[smaptain-smerica]

A/N: I only intended for this to be a one shot/imagine but due to the overwhelming support and interactions with my last post, I will turn this into a mini series. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. In honor of this becoming a multi-part series I have given it a proper name. I hope you continue to enjoy as much as I enjoy to entertain. 💜

Summary - Jealousy creates a divide and conflict between friends and love interests.

Pairing - Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Female!Reader (Single Mother Reader)

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Roses and Thorns - Part II

Y/n slowly opened the front door of Bradley’s house, taking her shoes off at the door. She walked down the hall, a white light flickering across the living room as she approached. Bradley sat on the couch, focusing on the tv.

“Hey B.” Y/n greeted, walking over to the couch. Bradley turned around quickly, his face lighting up as soon as he saw her.

“Y/n, how’d it go?” He asked eagerly.

Y/n hummed a chuckle, plopping down on the couch next to him. Y/n looked over at him and smiled. “Really good actually. I really enjoyed his company.”

Bradley huffed out a chuckle of disbelief. “Now that’s unexpected.”

Y/n punched him in the shoulder gently. “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?”

Bradley flinched lightly as the flat part of her fist made connection with his shoulder. The sound was louder than it actually hurt. It was all for dramatic effect. “I’m just saying I know Jake. The women he meets aren’t exactly the ‘dating’ type if you know what I’m saying.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. Bradley had always been over protective of her. She can’t even begin to count the amount of times he probably scared off a boy who liked her. She couldn’t be too upset with him though, He was an excellent judge of character, predicting every breakup she had. He was always there to pick up the pieces when they happened, and she did the same for him. Bradley always hated Rose’s dad from the beginning. He always said he never got the right vibe from the guy. In all, he was good until she brought up the pregnancy. Y/n told Bradley first, and just as he had predicted, rose’s father ran for the hills.

“Are you saying I’m not the dating type?” Y/n commented to provoke an answer.

Bradley violently shook his head back and forth. “No no no, you most definitely are.” He made a face after saying that, as though he was confused or disgusted by what he had just blurted out.

Y/n smirked a little, turning her attention back towards the TV. “Where’s Rose?”

“Passed out in the guest room.” He spoke. Bradley shifted his weight to look at y/n, placing a hand on her shoulder to get her attention.

“Please stay here. I can’t stand the thought of you being in a hotel when there’s a perfectly good bed here. For free.” Bradley squeezed y/n’s shoulder and shook her gently to emphasize the last two words even more.

Y/n waved her hand dismissively at her friend and shook her head. “I couldn’t possibly impose.”

“I insist,” Bradley said more eagerly. “Having Rose around is nothing but a good time. Please.”

Y/n looked at him, raising an eyebrow quizzically. When Bradley poked out his bottom lip in a pout, she knew it was over.

“Alright!” She threw her hands up in surrender. “But you’re coming with me to get my bags.”

“Deal.” Bradley jumped up, grabbing y/n by the arm and dragging her through the house, the both of them laughing wildly.

Jake had arraigned for him and Bradley to meet at The Hard Deck to go over todays students notes. It had become somewhat of a tradition for the two, meeting there almost every night. Although, tonight Bradley was late and couldn’t figure out why. As he drank a beer, notebook in hand and observing his handwriting, he heard a chair scoot beside him. His attention was brought up to a blonde. Big curly hair, full plump lips and eyes so light blue they almost looked grey. She batted her eyelashes at him and gave him a gentle smile.

“I’ve not seen you around here before.” She commented, taking a drink from her own drink she electively brought over.

“Odd, because I’m here every night.” He commented, raising his eyebrow and his lips curling into a smirk. Old habits die hard he supposed, he flirted with the woman. This time, he had no underlying intention to take her to bed. But Jake Seresin wouldn’t be Jake Seresin if he turned down flirting.

The woman sucked on her teeth with her tongue, purposely leaning more into the table to accentuate her breasts in the low cut shirt. “Well maybe I just wanted an excuse to come talk to you then. I’m Megan.”

“Jake. Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” Her entire persona was radiating flirtatious tendencies. She had come over here on a mission, sober or not. And soon, Jake would find out why.

“I couldn’t help but notice the uniform, are you in the military?” She twirled her hair around her finger. Jake watched the yellow hair that was already curled stiffly move in between her fingers.

Jake took a drink of his beer and nodded at the woman's comment. "I am. Navy, I fly aircrafts."

"But the navy is the water, right? Ships and stuff? Because their mascot is a seal?" There comes a point in a date - or even just a conversation with a new person - where everything is going good up until they say that one thing. The one thing that twists your gut the wrong way or instantly causes you to become uninterested. Maybe its insensitive towards a minority or belittles an experience that you went through, but its the point of no return. Unfortunately, that had just happened to Jake. Whatever intentions this woman had with him were now unobtainable.

"That's not all that the Navy does." He said in a flat and monotoned voice, now very uninterested in where this conversation was leading. The Hard Deck was quiet tonight. A slow Tuesday evening with the few regulars chatting with Penny at the bar. Even the music wasn't at the level it usually was at. This was the reason that Jake was able to notice the bell on the door ringing, in walking Y/n, Bradley, and Maverick. Rose was on top of Bradley's shoulders, ducking her head way down as instructed when they walked through the door.

Jake felt his gut turn. He couldn't quite tell if it was jealousy or disappointment that he was feeling upon seeing Rose looking so happy while she sat high atop Bradley's shoulders. Bradley took his hands behind his head and lifted Rose up to remove her from the high perch. Penny happily rushed around the bar to greet the little girl who was now running on the ground towards the older woman. Jake wished that it was him walking into the establishment with the girl on his shoulders. He had never felt this way before, about anything.

"So what other things does the navy do?" Megan asked, breaking Jake from his trance.

"Huh?" He questioned, not fully hearing what he had said and now turning his attention towards her for a moment.

Just as she was about to speak again, her attention turned to the distance. Jake followed it, seeing Bradley and Y/n approaching the table. In between them, Rose had a hold of both their hands with either of hers. Bradley sat down next to Megan at the round table, leaving Y/n a spot across from Jake. She sat down, giving him a heartwarming smile. "Hi." She said plainly.

"Hi." He replied back sheepishly.

"Oh my god. She is so stinking cute." Megan raved from beside Jake, leaning down to look at Rose who had climbed in Bradley's lap. "What's your name, sweetie?" Megan asked.

Rose looked up at the woman. Jake could see the weariness in her big blue eyes as she scanned the woman's face. Rose didn't answer, instead she wrapped her little arms around Bradley's and hid her face. Bradley took his free hand and rubbed Rose on the back. "Hey you're okay kiddo."

Megan straightened her back out and looked up at Bradley. "Aw, what a good Dad."

From across the table Y/n let out a noise that sounded like a choke more than a scoff. She laughed and shook her head back and forth. Jake had never felt more jealousy in his entire life than he did in that moment. He didn't think it was possible to be jealous of Bradley Bradshaw, but in this moment, he was jealous monster. He wanted to be the one getting that kind of attention. If it were him, he would have said yes, whether he was the father or not.

"Definitely not the Dad." Bradley corrected her.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Y/n asked Megan in a challenging tone, her gaze flipping back and forth between the woman and Jake.

"I'm Megan." She chirped happily.

"And are you a friend of Jakes?" Bradley asked.

Jake finally gathered up the courage to speak his mind. "No." He said in a rather flat and rude tone. "She was just leaving." Jake gave her a sideways glance, waiting on her to take the hint. After a moment of staring, Megan rolled her eyes, dramatically getting up from the seat and briskly walking away. Once she was gone, Bradley placed Rose in the empty seat between them.

“Nice side piece, Jake.” Bradley teased his friend. Jakes gut turned sour. He looked over at y/n who wasn’t paying attention to the conversation as she looked over the drink menu. On a normal day, he wouldn’t mind Bradley’s banter. In fact it wouldn’t be far from the truth. But with y/n sitting right next to him he felt the need to lash out and defend himself. He didn’t have an interest in that woman and wanted desperately for y/n to know that.

“Not a side piece.” He grumbled at Bradley.

“French fries!” Rose piped up from her seat. Jake looked over at her and smiled. She looked up at him and batted her long, black eyelashes.

“We’re eating at Uncle Mavericks house baby, no French fries.” Y/n informed her daughter. Rose pouted her lip at her mother and looked up at jake. His heart melted, he looked desperately between the two other adults that were at the table. They didn’t seem to pay attention to Roses pouting lip. Jake hadn’t spent a lot of time around kids, not ones as cute as her anyway. Bradley and y/n had developed an immunity. Jake was completely and utterly vulnerable.

“I’m gonna go get one more beer before we get started.” Jake announced, standing up from his chair and walking over to the bar. He leaned over the counter, waiting to catch penny’s attention.

“What can I get for you Jake?” She asked, a kind and charming smile on her face.

“A Budweiser and a basket of fries please, Penny Dear.”

Penny smirked a little as she reached for a glass. She popped the keg and poured it for him. “The fries for Rose?” Penny asked. Jake felt his heart skip a beat and his face get red with embarrassment.

“As far as we’re concerned, they’re for me.” He gave her a playful wink.

Penny hummed a chuckle and set his beer down on the counter for him.

“You know, Bradley told us about your date with Y/n. We’re having dinner tonight, you should come.”

Jakes heart lifted at the opportunity to spend more time with y/n. “Really? I wouldn’t want to impose.”

Penny shook her head. “I insist. We will eat around 8.”

Jake smiled at Penny gratefully. He took his beer and his basket of French fries and returned to the table, plopping down next to Rose. This caught the others’ attention, which was drawn to the fries. Y/n smirked a little, looking between jake and the food on the table.

“Those wouldn’t be for Rose, would they?” She asked.

Jake smirked a little, popping a French fry into his mouth. “Nope. They’re all for me. Every single one.” Jake took a French fry from the basket and brought it under the table. His hand glided towards Rose. She looked at the fry then up at the man. Jake brought a finger to his lips in a shushing motion. Rose erupted into quiet giggles as she took the fry from his hand and shoved it into her mouth.

Jake looked back at y/n, who had a fond smile on her face. She shook her head at Jake, still with a wide smile. Jake smiled back at her, feeling a flutter in his heart.

Jake was nervous beyond belief pulling up to Maverick and Penny's shared home. He wondered if Penny had told the others that he was coming. He really hoped that was the case, it would be awkward otherwise.

He approached the door and slowly raised his hand to knock, thinking for a brief moment if he should turn around and leave. Nobody would miss him if he didn't show up. He listened to the voices that could be heard inside. The voices were muffled, it was hard to distinguish who was who, except for one. Rose let out a scream that turned into loud laughter.

That alone was enough to make Jake bring his hand back up and knock on the door. There were some voices and shuffling from inside the house before the door handle twisted and then swung open. Jake was met with the smiling face of penny, her hair pulled back into a low ponytail. He assumed she was still cooking considering he arrived a little early.

"I'm so glad you could make it." She said breathily, almost in relief. "You think I'd miss it?" Jake retorted.

"Jake!" Rose's voice exclaimed excitedly and he saw the tiny human running over to him. He knelt down and held his arms open to her. Rose tried to do the same thing her mom did that day on the beach, ducking her shoulder to tackle him. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Jake caught her in the air, flipping her around so she now hung upside-down in his arms up in the air. She let out a string of high pitched giggles which warmed Jakes heart.

"What's up, Kiddo?"

In-between laughs she managed to say, "Come play with us." Jake looked over to where Y/n and Bradley sat on the living room floor, the coffee table pushed aside and disregarded so there was more room. Jake walked over, dramatically swaying Rose from side to side before throwing her down on the couch.

Jake sat down on the floor next to Y/n and met her gaze. They shared a smile and Jake kept his gaze with her until she broke it. Y/n leaned in to whisper in his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "She's been asking to see you since earlier today when you secretly bought her those fries."

"Really?" Jake exclaimed, almost too eagerly. The thought of the little girl wanting to see him again triggered something inside of him that could only be described as paternal.

"Oh yeah, it's been driving Bradley up the wall." Jake glanced over at Bradley with a smirk on his face. Bradley responded by rolling his eyes and picking up a stuffed animal off the floor.

Rose jumped down from the couch and walked over to the stuffed animal that Bradley had in his hands and took it from him. She walked over to Jake and handed him the toy that was previously in Bradley's. "You can be the Zebra."

"Rosie I thought I was the zebra." Bradley protested.

Rose looked over her shoulder at him and said "Not anymore." With as much emotion as a rock. Y/n's hands flew to her mouth as she snorted out a laugh. She looked like she was trying very hard not to laugh.

"Dinner's Ready!" Penny called. Which was probably good for Bradley, he looked like he was about to explode from jealousy. He got up quickly and went into the kitchen, leaving Jake and Y/n on the floor. They looked over at each other only for a brief moment before bursting into laughter.

Dinner was pleasant, the food was amazing, conversations flowed easily. Despite how many times Jake tried, Bradley would hardly look his direction. And when he, did it was in a scowl. Jake thought this behavior was odd. Bradley was normally such a passive and easygoing guy, so this sudden change of character was noticeable. At least it was to Jake.

Now, the 5 adults sat on the couch and in armchairs all talking, having a few drinks. Rose was playing with her various stuffed animals on the floor. It was 10 o'clock now, way past her bedtime assumably. A large yawn escaped her lips and she stood up, wobbling over to the couch. Rose grabbed onto her mothers pant leg and tugged a little. Y/n, still amidst conversation, picked Rose up and plopped her down in the space between her and Jake. He watched as the little girl swayed side to side, fighting off sleep before finally succumbing to it. Her little body flopped over into Jake's shoulder, out like a light. Jake smiled, moving her head from his shoulder and slowly lowering her down into his leg. He looked down at her sleeping body, little limbs spread out wildly. His heart warmed, that warmth spreading all over his body. Love, this feeling was love. But it wasn't the kind of love he was familiar with. It was new, warmer, lighter, it was as though a hidden cave was uncovered in his chest.

"Someone's wiped." Y/n speaking caught Jakes attention. He met her eyes, soft, motherly eyes and a gentle smile. She was even more beautiful now with her hair tossed up lazily and her mascara slowly wearing off of her face. If they were alone, he would have kissed her then and there. "I can take her." Y/n began to put her hands around the small girls torso.

"No need, I don't mind. I promise." Jake reassured her. Y/n gave him a smile that warmed him almost as much as Rose falling asleep on him. He didn't partake in much conversation after that, he mostly paid attention to the sleeping child. He brushed his fingers lightly over her soft h/c hair.

Unfortunately, all good thing must come to an end. It was time for them to depart. Jake offered to carry Rose out to the car. He walked out the door with Y/n in front of him and Bradley trailing behind. Jake took on the challenge of putting Rose in the car seat. It took a couple tries of Y/n laughing quietly at him. Once she was fastened in the car door was shut quietly.

"Thank you for your help with her. She's really taken a liking to you."

Jake smirked, leaning with one arm against the car and leaning into Y/n's face slightly. "That's good, because I've taken a liking to her."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, looking at him expectedly. "And?" She asked.

"And her mother just so happens to be a very beautiful, sexy woman who I also happen to like." He put on the charm, the largest smirk plastered on his face.

Y/n rolled her eyes with a large grin plastered on her face. She rolled up onto her toes and placed a kiss on his cheek before returning to her flat feet. "Goodnight Jake."

"Goodnight Y/n."

Jake walked around to his car, about to open the driver side door when he was stopped by Bradley. There was something off, his energy seemed hostile and angry. That feeling was proven when he spoke. "Where do you get off playing Dad, huh?"

"Excuse me?" Jake was flabbergasted by the outburst.

"You've never once mentioned anything about wanting a family, and your actions with women sure as hell have never exemplified that."

Jake squared off his shoulders and narrowed his eyebrows at Bradley. "Oh so you can parade around getting asked if you're the father but I can't enjoy spending time around a happy little kid?"

"Oh please we both know you're not interested in Rose, you just want to sleep with Y/n."

It took every ounce of strength inside of Jake not to lay Bradley out on the pavement. He didn't want Y/n to see that side of him. No matter how desperately he wanted to show it. Instead Jake smiled, clapping a hand roughly on Bradley's shoulder which caused the other male to jump slightly.

"Have a good night, Brad."

With that, Jake got into his truck, slamming the door shut and whipping furiously out of the drive.

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[timetoletmyimaginationfly]

Welcome And Goodbye

Nanami Kento x Reader

(Song: welcome and goodbye by Dream, Ivory)

It’s been three years. Three years since he returned back to Jujutsu High.

Three years without you.

You both had the same mindset after the death of Haibara when you were in your first year as students. Having to risk your life as a jujutsu sorcerer felt too much of a burden, especially for you. You two didn’t realize it until later; how much of an impact Haibara made into your lives until the break up. He was the reason that you and Nanami became a couple for six years. The reason why you two left behind the life of a sorcerer. However, once Nanami returned, his death became the reason of the break up.

Nanami arrived home late again. He hated staying out late for work. It was seldom, but he knew you were going to worry yourself out. He stopped at Jujutsu High after his mission for Shoko to heal his injury.

He found his dinner on the table, wrapped up for him to eat when he arrived home. He looked at the counter filled with papers, textbooks, and your laptop. Guilt crept in him. Quietly, Nanami walked inside the shared bedroom. He found you curled up in a ball, fast asleep. The closer he walked to you, the more he saw the tears that stained your cheeks. He hated it. Especially because he was gone so late, he knew you cried so much with worry.

When he sat down, you felt the bed dip and woke up. You jumped up and wrapped your arms around him. You couldn’t help but cry. You couldn’t help but worry about the possibility of death happening to him. However, you knew the consequences when he decided to return.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly and kissed your forehead.

“I’m just glad you’re home safe.”

He remembered that week all too well. Three years later, it plays over and over in his mind. He remembered you two sitting on the couch, wanting to talk about the relationship and his job. He remembered the tears that you tried to hold but failed to. He remembered you mutually agreeing about breaking up. He remembered it all, detail to detail. The broken look on your face, what you wore, how your hair was. He remembered packing his things. The last time you two made love and kissed before he left to stay with Gojo until he found himself his own place.

He wonders everyday if you were doing okay. But he knows that you are. You still lived in the same apartment. You worked overnights at the hospital. You still attend the same school and you’re at your last year of it. He knows the café you visit frequently because he saw you a year later when he needed something to eat. So every now and then, he goes there to pay for your coffee and snack before you got there.

“I don’t see why you can’t go up to her and just say hi,” Gojo said. Nanami sighed, turning the page of his newspaper.

“She has her new and better life,” Nanami answered. “Besides, as long as I know that she’s okay, that’s all that matters.”

“But you won’t know unless you ask. She’s good at putting up a mask. And you know it. You just read her well.” Nanami was silent. Sometimes, Gojo does have a point.

“Do you talk to her?” he asked curiously.

“Of course! You know, I had her meet my students. She gives them great insight.” Gojo’s smile was wide. Nanami was surprised. He didn’t think you would keep in contact with anyone. But, Gojo was the one who kept tabs on you for him during the recent stage of the break up. It only made sense that you and Gojo would talk to each other now and then.

Nanami made it to the café again. He paid for your future order and sat in the corner, drinking his own cup of tea as he read the newspaper.

He found you walking inside. He enjoys the surprise look on your face when you found your order paid and ready to go again. He couldn’t help but smile to himself. You sat at the opposite side of the café where the windows were. You always love being by the sunlight. You were typing continuously. He could assume that you were typing a paper. Nanami thought of ways to approach you, but stopped himself every time.

The next time he looked up, he found a man sitting down in front of you. His heart sank. You smiled widely at him and laughed at whatever he said. He wanted to leave. He wanted you to be happy, but he didn’t want to see it with another man.

“Hello?” you said, answering a sudden phone call. “Satoru?” The name coming out of your mouth made his ears perk. He couldn’t help but look up just a bit. “I might be a bit late. Later.” He couldn't help but wonder when you called Gojo by his first name, too. Panic settled within him.

You stood up and packed your things, and told the guy that you’re heading out. Nanami watched the man lending you his sweater but you politely declined. The man was persistent and Nanami smiled as you continued to reject the offer. He could safely assume that you weren’t interested.

As you left, Nanami stood up. He folded the newspaper and threw his empty cup in the garbage. He left the café, deciding to go home and not continue to see you what you were going to do with Gojo.

“Hey there, stranger.” The sound of your voice surprised him. He slowly turned around and found you hugging yourself warm and giving him a shy smile. “It’s been a while.”

“Y-Yeah. How did you—“

“It’s not everyday that a tall man with blonde hair comes in the café. You’re not hard to miss, especially with that tie of yours,” you said with a small laugh. Nanami couldn’t help but smile back. There you were, finally in front of him three years later.

“I…I um…” You were the only one who could get him flustered like this. It still amuses him to this day.

“Thank you. For the coffee and snacks,” you said.

“How did you know?”

“I only realized it a few months ago. I noticed you the day it was paid for. I…I didn’t know how to approach you.”

He called out your name. His voice was soft and gentle. Your heart fluttered at the sound of his voice. It was music to your ears. You had to stop yourself from touching him, from holding his hand. You were dying for his touch and kisses. Everyday for the past three years.

You thought about him every day. You were heart broken that day. Nanami Kento wasn’t just your lover but also your best friend. He knew you inside and out. He knew you more than you knew yourself. But after your talk with him three years ago, the worry was too much where you agreed to end the relationship while he didn’t want you to worry. And you regretted it ever since. Because no matter how happy everyone sees that you were, deep down you still weren’t.

Nanami watched you shiver again. Swiftly, he took his suit jacket off and placed it around your shoulders. You felt weak from his smell. You missed him too much.

“You should hurry. Gojo-san is waiting,” he said sadly and quietly.

“Satoru can wait,” you said. He watched the tears form and he watched you hold them in. “You seem to be doing great though. Kicking ass I bet.”

“Yeah, I guess I am,” he replied softly.

“Kento, I—-“ You blushed, you haven’t really said his name in a while too. It felt foreign but it also felt so right. You lost your train of thought. Nanami usually has that effect on you.

“Do you have time then? I-I really missed you and…”

“Follow me.” And so he did. Nanami followed you for a few blocks. He realized that you were leading him to your place. “Want some tea?”

“Please.”

It was the same as it was, except there were no pictures of the two of you around the apartment. The couch was new and even the table yet the layout and arrangement never changed. He went in the kitchen with you. He sat at the high chair at the counter, watching you heat up water in the kettle.

“The truth is, I’ve been training with Satoru for the past two years,” you confessed. “I told him not tell you because I wasn’t ready to see you just yet.” Nanami’s eyes widened.

“So…a-are you coming back?” he asked.

“Somewhat? Not completely,” she answered.

“What made you change your mind?” You knew that he wanted to protect the younger sorcerers. You couldn't say no to him for that reason. Strangely, you missed the action. You missed helping people in need. It was why you decided to go into the healthcare field but sometimes, it just wasn't the same.

“I miss helping people,” you answered. “But I also miss the action. That was fun.”

“What about school? You worked hard.”

“I’ll still do it,” you said. “I still don’t want to be a sorcerer forever.” Nanami nodded. He understood. It was the same for him.

“Itadori-kun has a lot of potential,” Nanami said. You nodded.

“A lot of growth is needed for him. But Satoru has promising students."

“So, you train and partake in missions?”

“No missions. Just training and teaching whenever I can.”

“I never noticed you.”

“I haven’t either.”

It was quiet again for the two of you. You went back and turned the stove off. You poured hot water in two tea cups and gave each other black tea bags. Nanami quietly thanked you and blew at the hot liquids.

You texted Gojo. You were going to cancel the training session. All he did was text you good luck. You feel like you know Gojo well enough that he knows that you’re with Nanami.

You vented to Gojo a lot. And he’ll tell you the same thing every time. To go and talk to him. You had it all planned out today. But the moment you stood in front of him, everything you planned for was gone. So for a while, the two of you drank your tea with content silence until it was prolonged and awkward. Nanami looked at the time and stood up from his seat.

“I should head back,” he said. You looked at the time. It was already eight. And you knew Nanami. It was almost time for him to get ready for bed.

“R-Right,” you said, disappointment evident in your voice and it didn’t go unnoticed by him. He slowly got ready to go. By the time he was at the door, the two of you two remained silent. Both of you wanting to tell each other to stay.

“I’ll see you around,” he said and turned around. He immediately felt you grab his wrist. He turned around and the moment he saw your tears, he pulled you into his arms.

“I missed you too, Kento,” you said, replying to his statement from the café. “I missed you so much. I regret it. I never should’ve left. I should’ve tried harder and—“ His grip on you tightened.

“I never should’ve brought it up,” he said. “I never…I should’ve…fuck. I missed you so much.”

The two of you remained like that for a while, with you in his arms and his face buried in the crook of your neck. When he pulled away to look at you, he cupped your face and used his thumbs to wipe your tears away. You couldn’t help but smile from his comfort. Nanami smiled back and rested his forehead on yours. You two took in the comfort that was missed for the past few years.

“I never stopped loving you,” he confessed.

“I love you too, Kento. So, so much.”

He captured your lips. He closed the door and lifted you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and legs around his waist. Nanami carried you to your bedroom. Gently, he laid you down, lips still glued to each other. He gently bit your lower lip and caressed the side of your body. You softly moaned at his touch. You loosened his tie and unbuttoned shirt. Nanami was the first to pull away. He admired your flushed and breathless look. He smiled softly and gave you soft kisses all over your face.

“Have you ever…was there ever anyone else?” he asked curiously. You shook your head.

“Just you Kento. How about you?” Your answer made his smile wider. He captured your lips again before replying the same answer you gave him. And the two of you stayed up together, catching up on the three years missing each other.

The sunlight shining through the thin curtains stirred you awake. Memories of last night flooded your mind and you blushed as you turned around. Next to you was Nanami. You smiled, missing his serene and sleepy face in the mornings. You couldn’t help but softly brush his hair back. Nanami smiled and slowly opened his eyes.

“Good morning, darling,” he greeted, voice hoarse and tired.

“Good morning.”

“Come here.” He opened his arms and you eagerly went to him. Nanami gave you soft kisses on your shoulders, up to your neck, then to your lips. You shuddered and sighed in content. “After last night, I'm not leaving you ever again."

“I wouldn’t let you,” you said.

“Do you have class?” he asked curiously. You nodded and told him that it started in a couple of hours. “I’ll drive you. Go get ready then we could go to my place and I can do the same.” You got up out of bed and walked to your closet. You pulled out clothes, but what surprised him were also clothes that he left at your place.

“They were in the laundry. I couldn't throw them away,” you said. “We can spend more time together before we go now.” Nanami got up and hugged you.

Students couldn’t help but stare at the two of you, especially at Nanami. Nanami carried your bag and held your hand. You guided him to the building, excitedly telling him about your semesters in school.

“What are your plans for today?” he asked.

“This is my only lecture, but I go to lab and practice skills for about an hour. Then the library to study. If Satoru calls me, I might train instead. I have work tonight, too.” You pouted at the idea of work. You hated working and going to school. It was tiring, especially when you train with Gojo. Now being back with Nanami, you were contemplating on calling out tonight. It has been a while.

“Call me. I might be able to pick you up," Nanami offered. “I’m going on a mission with Itadori-kun, but it shouldn’t take too long.”

“Text me when you get to the place and let me know when you’re done?”

“Of course, love.” He walked you all the way to your classroom. He gave you back your backpack and pulled his wallet out to hand you his credit card.

“Wait, Kento—“

“When you need coffee and food,” he said. “I know you need the coffee.” When you didn’t take the card, he sighed and took your hand and placed it there. “Let me take care of you again. I miss it.” You couldn’t help but smile.

“Okay,” you said happily. “I’ll see you later.”

“I love you, darling.” Nanami gave you a soft kiss.

“I love you, too.”

[edelfan]

Ice could barely feel Slider's hand on his shoulder, but he was very aware of the looks Sarah and his former RIO were giving him. Despite Ice's initial refusal, they had turned up and never left his side since Maverick had been admitted to hospital.

"It's gonna be okay, Tom. You will see."

"How can you say that? Hmm? How do you know..."

Ice's raspy voice didn't let him continue. Sarah was about to hand him a bottle of water, even though they both knew it would barely soothe the damage the cancer had caused in his throat. However he just pushed her arm away as he stumbled up from the couch.

Knowing her brother all too well, she didn't take it personally - especially when she saw him hiding his face in his hands while leaning against the window towards the big garden beyond the porch.

"It's all my fault..." Tom's mumbled words barely made it past his lips, but the house was so silent without Maverick that Sarah and Ron could still hear it.

"That's not true. It's a disease, a world wide pandemic-"

"Shut up! He went to the hangar when he got sick because of me... I should have checked in more... should have called for help earlier-"

Ice's self-hate rant was interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone. They had waited for this call, but now they feared what news they might get, hesitating to answer it. Finally Slider picked it up, surprised that it was a video call.

"Bradley?"

Hey, uncle Sli.

Ron could barely recognize the young man he considered family. Rooster was wearing heavy medical gear, his face hidden behind a mask and a face shield.

Is Pops with you?

"Yeah, just a second."

Ice rushed back to the couch sitting down between Slider and Sarah. As soon as he saw Bradley, his heart broke.

"Hi, baby goose."

Hey, Pops. Before I get in there, I wanted to ask, if you really want to see this. It's bad...

"Define bad."

Dad's completely sedated. He's on a ventilator and... they also had to put him on ECMO. I can only get into his room for a moment, but uncle Chip pulled every favor for me to be here.

Tears were running down Tom's face. Slider and Sarah had pulled him in from both sides, both not faring any better than him.

"I want to see him..."

Bradley nodded and for a moment the camera went dark on the other side - only to reveal Pete's pale face in the next. Ice knew that the younger man didn't show all the medical equipment on purpose - instead getting the phone as close to Maverick's ear as possible.

Hi, Dad. There's someone here who wants to talk to you...

"Hey...b-babe... Oh my God, Pete... I love you, so much. Come back to me, okay? Be my impossible Maverick again, please... I can't... I just don't know how to live without you..."

[scientia-rex]

Something so weird about how big my "I'm just frustrated at how many people willfully misinterpret my annoyingly popular post" became another popular (for me. I have low standards) post where people go "I can't BELIEVE you're not SPECIFICALLY ADDRESSING EVERY SINGLE CONCERN I HAVE" and also people telling me I don't know how to read research or I'm misrepresenting it. Ok bitch! a) I know what I know, so I know I read research just fine. Product labels, no. I was horrified to realize that I'd bought strawberry MILK at the boba place, because somehow I thought some kind of non-milk strawberry milk would instead be the drink base. So lactose intolerant. So much regret. b) It's possible to make reasonable arguments, but you're not doing it. So far I have had a couple of people go "that research doesn't count!" and a whole ONE PERSON even bothered to link ONE SOURCE. I'm like come ON!!!!! I was in GRAD SCHOOL! I love a good academic throwdown! Saying shit like "your theory lacks credible basis" HAS to come from someone with more street cred than a tiny little avatar of Rick and/or Morty. I am giving you a BAD GRADE IN ADVERSARY, something that is normal to hate and possible to avoid. c) If you're going to be a dick, you realize I'm just gonna block you, right? Like, I've said it before, I'll say it again, engagement is a curse and a prison, I just want to be left alone with my 4 fandom friends to rot, all y'all grouped around the edges of this campfire watching me better NOT BE WEIRD ABOUT THIS.

Work today was bananas and I came home, took one third of an edible, and ate Bagel Bites. I'm almost 40 years old and I'm arguing with teens on the Internet on a work night and I love my life. Also, I have two dogs on the couch next to me and I'm sitting under a blanket with art of dogs wearing Halloween costumes. My life RULES. If you could have told 14-year-old me what this future was like, she would have been horrified by my body, but otherwise pretty into it. (Fatphobia gets beaten into us starting so, so young.)

[smolweeblets]

Yelena AOT X Reader fluff alphabet

A/n: Yeah im not dead yet, not my best work but i feel bad for leaving you guys for so long, i really miss writing, till next time 😭❤️

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Affectionate in a soft, quiet, and gentle way. Like, this woman just goes up to you and snuggles you while you do your thing and just plays with something of yours, like your hand, your hair, or a piece of your clothing.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Super sarcastic and rough as a friend but of course has that soft and caring side when it really matters. She teases and bullies you (playfully, and if youre okay with that). Her favorite one is definitely calling you short. No Lena, we arent short, youre just an overgrown beanstalk.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

She actually does not like being too close when you sleep together, but always needs to have something touching you. Maybe an arm around your abdomen or stomach or you two holding each others hands.

Also, just silently plops next to you if youre doing something in your couch or bed and just sleeps there or tries to make menial conversation.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I feel like younger Lena (or, i guess the current one) is really focused on their job for a better life for the two of you but if youre still with her after a few years, she starts to reach her goals and cares less for working so much.

She just knows the kitchen basics, maybe has a signature dish that she always knows how to make well. Shes really nothing exceptional in the kitchen but she can definitely cook a decent balanced meal. As for cleaning, she doesnt do it much but when she does she does a whole deep clean of everything in the house. If you live with her I suggest leaving for a while because she enjoys working alone and she will be moving and messing up some of the furniture for a bit.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If she knew it was coming, they would try to delay it for as long as she possibly can. She genuinely doesnt want to hurt you, but sometimes, thing cant be fixed and she has to do it. She speaks clearly and gets straight to the point. Comforts you for the time being and offers to stay friends. She probably will hate how awkward it would feel to be around you but she makes an effort, she still cares for you deeply.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Really takes a while, she doesnt feel the need to be married, she doenst really care for your titles or anything but she would probably do it for you and so other people know you are very serious with each other.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Usually gentle mannerisms because being rough and brash really isnt her thing. She does like to playfully wrestle sometimes though, and she isnt afraid to swat the back of your head of you said something out of line. Emotionally? She tries her best to be mindful of you, but she usually really isnt good at this sort of thing.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Only during like really emotional moments. Maybe something like gently cradling you after intercourse or comforting you when youre upset. Sometimes she wraps her arms around you and rests her head on top of yours when your both just standing idly.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Takes a while. She knows for a while but is scared to admit it out loud until shes super sure that its safe with you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Doesnt really get all that jealous, if ever she does shes just quiet and brooding about it bust shes definitely gonna be noticable more clingy away from prying eyes. Its adorable. But please dont actually make her jealous shes gonna be sad.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Usually quick and they can land anywhere on your face. Can be passionate too of course, but likes to keep them short and sweet most of the time. She likes her kisses to be reciprocated, like, anywhere on her face as well. If you give her some unprovoked shell take a second to process then smile goofily and give you some back.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Shes actually pretty good around children, they vibe with her and she vibes with them. Doesnt see herself having ome of her own though, is aware of the responsibilities and stuff and its just too much for her. Loves babysitting though.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Groggy asf morning voice. It melts your heart.

Also doesnt feel like doing much of anything in the mornings, even talking seems like too much effort when shes just woken up but if youre still in bed with her shell pull you closer and you two just cuddle together for a while until shes ready to start the day.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

She is not a night person, but shes usually sillier and more vulnerable when you both are going to bed. Loves having pillow talks with you.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Ohohoh. She is the queen of being usually secretive then suddenly dropping a bombshell and you just stare at her dumbfounded.

You never knew she even had an actual family until she invited you to a dinner with them on a random night.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Patience of a saint but only when it matters. With you, when youre taking while to do something or when theres a good reason to be waiting then shell be able to do so for hours. But in small inconveniences shes grumbling and groaning to you about how the line is so slow, or the internet isnt working again or this man at work is getting on my nerves.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Remembers everything. She will know the name of your first pet you had to the name of one of your friends in first grade.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

Definitely when she knew you reciprocated her feelings.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Super protective. Within reason of course but she constantly worries and fusses over your wellbeing and always makes sure that you are as safe and comfortable as you can possibly be. Her heart melts when you try to protect her from anything even though you know she is fully capable of caring for herself.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Not too much effort, usually a gift or maybe a schedule to go somewhere but she is literally the most thoughtful person ever. Like? Lena I dont even remember when I said I liked this but now that I have it I'm going to cry because I love it so much.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Has a tendency to go quiet a lot, especially through text. She just doesnt find it in her to reply or talk sometimes. Yoy can never tell if shes mad or if you did something if you dont ask. She can and has left you on received for days at a time.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Decently concerned. Like, she'll make sure that she always looks presentable and stuff but doesnt go out of her way to do any special routines or anything, just a good face wash and shes practically good to go. Doesnt do makeup, if she does its like super light you barely notice its there.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

For short trips when she knows youre gonna come back, shes decently fine. Misses you of course, but she’d manage. But if youre gone for good, shes going to hide and suppress how much she wants you back and just how big of a part of her life you were.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Shes a menace with weird/cursed food combinations. I cant think of any specific ones but I know some of the things she likes to eat should be considered a threat to humanity and what it stands for. She also offers you some. You politely decline.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

I think she doesnt like people who are unsanitary. She doesnt care much for looks but you need to be clean and practice basic personal hygiene. This is partly because she has a strong smell. Shes understanding if youre going through something like if youre mentally unwell though, but only if she already knows you and what youre going through. Otherwise she generally wouldnt be near you.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Not so much a habit but if shes not cuddling with you she literally sleeps like a corpse. Stiff as a plank and her hands crossed over each other on her stomach. You have so many picture of her when shes taking naps on your bed you giggle every time you see it.

[ttulipwritezz]

I was hoping to request a Regulus Black x fem!reader

Where the reader is a pure blood and Slytherin and regulus is friends with her since he was a kid.

As they grow up the reader starts finding sirius attractive, but regulus watches this from afar. Hurting silently. And he confesses too late

Idk I kinda want a sad ending 💀

a/n: I usually put these at the end but here you go. I had sm fun working on this request and honestly, I don't think I did your idea justice. I took some creative liberty and kind of changed the idea. But the dynamic remains. I hope you like this &lt;33 warnings: mention of smoking, outbursts, kissing, use of the word b@stard, I use certain words a lot so maybe it got boring. anyway, I hope you enjoy it.

Wc: 0.95k

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Unspoken Words That Linger In The Air

- Regulus Black

Y/n L/n hated smokers, ever since she was young she'd seen her father smoke at every occasion possible. The smell of secondhand smoke became so familiar to her that it was almost nauseating.

When Sirius Black became her boyfriend, elevating from best friend's Brother to long-time crush to this, it became a rather obvious detail that he had to quit smoking.

He tried, he really did, and it worked for a while. But alas it was still his go-to coping mechanism. He couldn't let go so easily.

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Sirius returned from his quidditch match, in which Slytherin had won against Gryffindor, and Found his girlfriend waiting in his dorm.

the other boys were still downstairs celebrating and wouldn't be up here for a while.

"How was your match?" She spoke first.

"Great, Sorry we took a little detour before coming here, didn't wanna be here after the awful loss"

"I get it," she said with a smile.

A moment passes...then another.

Slowly...

She pulled him in by the neck, smiling only slightly before kissing him as his lips curved into a smile.

He tasted sweet..

he tasted like chocolate.

Remus's chocolate, that the werewolf always refused to share but would often somehow find missing.

He tasted like strawberry.

The strawberry-flavored taffy Lily always carried in her robes for James, oblivious to the fact that he hated strawberries, they'd often end up with Sirius anyway.

And he tasted like...

.... cigarettes.

The nauseating smell came back. It hit her senses like a bludger.

She pulled back.

"you smoked again." She stated, disappointment lacing her voice delicately.

"I thought you quit" she continued and it sounded unsure, as if she was doubting it.

"y/n I-"

"did you lie to me? Or did you just pick it up again?" It sounded broken almost but still hopeful.

She didn't let him answer and instead walked away.

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"He never listens" came the exasperated voice of Y/n as she sat on the deep green leather couch of the common room, the fire from the fireplace warming her just a tiny bit through the coldness of the space.

"I just don't understand how you are still dating him" said Regulus's cold voice, cutting through the brief silence.

"Alright regulus, he's not that awful"

"one moment you're complaining to me and the next you're defending him, great," he replied in a bored voice, seemingly done with the conversation.

"He's your brother Reg, You can't hate him forever" Her voice was calm, unlike Regulus's which seemed to be growing louder by the second.

"He's not me. And he was my brother, and I just don't understand how you can love him." His voice was stressed as if trying to prove a point.

"Merlin! What's your problem Regulus? I don't understand why you're always so against me and Sirius dating?" Her voice also started to raise, matching Regulus's tone.

"There. That. That's the problem y/n! Merlin! you're so stupid!."

"Excuse me-" Y/n tried to interrupt but was spoken over.

"No. he isn't even willing to quit smoking for you! What kind of a boyfriend is that? I quit because you asked me to." He tried to reason.

"Well, He's not you Regulus-" Again tried.

"Merlin! You don't understand. You don't understand what you do to me y/n. You don't understand how your smile makes me happy or how your tears make me sad. you don't understand how every time I see you smile because of that bastard, It hurts me. You don't understand how bad I want that bastard to be me-" His voice was broken, it sounded so hoarse and so broken.

"-You don't understand how Unconditionally and irrevocably in love with you I am."

His voice boomed through the common room, the two students playing exploding snap in the corner immediately stood up and went to their dorms.

"w-what?" she let out, as a whisper, no other sound could have escaped her.

But it did. in the form of a question.

"you love me?" It sounded stupid but she needed it said once more to believe it.

Regulus didn't say anything. He didn't need to.

An unspoken 'yes' lingered in the air.

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It was past cerfew but her feet still took her to the astronomy tower.

That's where she always went after an argument with Regulus.

It was the one place she always found solace in.

As she walked up the large stairs her feet made little to no sound. Even as they halted after seeing a familiar figure come into view.

Sirius was there, smoking again.

The soft glow from the cigarette illuminated his features in a warm light.

He looked calm.

"you're smoking again" Y/n broke the silence as she leaned against the wall of the tower similar to how Sirius had been.

"It...umm gets stressful without you around." That was an excuse of a response.

"I suppose it does even when I am around" Her reply was far from sarcastic, it was true. Highlighting the fact that she'd caught the smoke a day ago as well.

"what's the matter?" Sirius could tell something was wrong, he always did.

"I had an argument with Reg..." she replied, almost ashamed at her petty fight with her best friend.

"what about?"

"what do you think?" she retorted with a question, that was the only thing that seemed plausible.

A glint of hesitance washed over his features, a moment of guilt followed after.

"was it because of me?" it came out a little louder than a whisper, seemingly too careful.

She didn't answer, she didn't need to, she simply laid her head on his shoulder, the silence spoke for itself.

And an unspoken 'yes' lingered in the air.

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A/n: Not the proudest of this one but i like it Likes and reblogs always help<33

[oneatlatime]

The Cave of Two Lovers

I always wanted to be a frog on a leaf.

Does Aang have chaps?

Instructed to hold his arms closer together, Aang immediately spreads them as far apart as physically possible.

Hippies!

Chong's wife is not called Cheech. That's a travesty.

Between the 90s boy band hair and the quadrupedal underwear, Sokka is not looking his best this episode!

Uncle, were you watching? Did you see? Lookit Uncle I even threw in some fist shaking at god and a dramatic tumble. Did you watch? Lookitmeeeeeeee.

Seems like it's Zuko's turn with the brain cell. Iroh plays the dumbass a lot but he can't seriously be contemplating risking poisoning himself while he has zero resources.

Appa getting a turn as the couch rather than the whip. Sweet braids.

"Oh it's a real legend" is a remarkably accurate statement when speaking of oral folklore. Real v. Fake legends are an actual thing!

Did anyone watch Arthur growing up? Anyone remember the Crazy Bus song? I feel like this Tunnel song is what Crazy Bus was trying to be.

I like her skirt. Actually all of their clothes are pretty neat.

Why does Appa hate going underground?

That's got to be watercolour.

The stick is a better catch than the fish. It's a damn good stick.

Zuko actually managing to admit that he needs help! Or rather, that they need help. That's growth! Maybe that's why Iroh poisoned himself? Or maybe he's just having a dumb moment? Two consecutive dumb moments?

Do you think being unwanted in literally every country on earth including his own is going to be enough to convince Zuko that maybe his nation isn't so great?

Her earrings are bells. She probably deafens herself when she walks.

Why is the science guy freaking out about curses?

Chong's necklace flowers keep drastically changing size depending on how close up the shot is.

Average fire nation soldier is superstitious. I bet they can use that. And this guy's hands are huge. Also those flying grappling hook chain things are, in my opinion, the fire nation's greatest combat advantage. Who needs bending when you have those?

The math-defying torches apparently work like strike anywhere matches.

Definitely watching this one on a CRT when I have the chance. Too dark otherwise.

Can you do that? Turn a map of the paths you've taken into a solvable maze? Don't you need to see all possible paths to solve a maze?

Three things: a) I like Song's voice actress. Very pretty voice, matches the face well. b) Zuko being terminally awkward when needing to lie is something that's been consistent since the third episode. He really needs to work on that. c) There's a whole world of visual storytelling in the fact that, when hastily required to look natural, Zuko defaults to parade rest.

The latest fashion in men's neckwear.

I mean technically yeah, Zuko's dad is fighting in the war, but Good Lord are he and Song bonding over traumas from the 100% opposite directions.

They snuck in a Bob Dylan joke!?!?!

Poor Appa is having a time of it this episode.

Sokka would rather die in a self-inflicted rock slide than hang with the hippies. That's a very Sokka thing.

The lighting here is beautiful. All warm and glowy.

Poor Song. It's borderline embarrassing to watch how wrong she is. But at the same time, she's completely right. The Fire Nation did hurt Zuko. But the Fire Nation is Zuko. But Zuko was hurt by the Fire Nation. Zuko's brain must be inside out right now.

No touchy.

Why is Zuko surprised by her burns? Did he think his nation took over most of the world by asking nicely? Seriously, did he?

It's good to finally see more burns. Well, not good, but logical. I think I ranted last episode about why I was so surprised by the lack of burns.

I'm with Sokka on this one. There is a (very limited) time and a (very tiny) place for singalongs, and this isn't it. Also I keep thinking that Momo is wearing an Adidas tracksuit.

The last thing cave walls see before death.

What do you know, it is a real legend.

Pretty. This whole sequence is inky.

I love how this show does badass bitches.

How on brand is it that the city founded by think-outside-the-box badgermole wrassling innovators is now ruled by Bumi? Original thought, badass earthbender, giant murderous rabbit; he fits right in.

No kissing until you're 35. What a face though.

Aang STOP TALKING YOU CANNOT WIN!!!

What's wrong with you is that you're 12. No one is smooth at 12.

According to the episode The Storm, the avatar does in fact represent hope to Zuko, but Song just can't stop putting her foot in it. Literally any other earth kingdom refugee would come away from an evening with Song feeling renewed hope, but she's unintentionally and unknowingly hit pretty much every one of Zuko's sore spots. This must have been a very frustrating evening for him.

In case we forgot that Zuko was the villain, he steals a horse bird. Iroh why are you ok with this?

Ouch.

Where is your chin

Chong was right. All they did need to do was play music. These guys would probably kill me if I tried, but gosh they're so cute I want 5.

How many string instruments does Chong have stashed in his robe? His improv skills are top notch though.

You want me to believe that a couple of millennia of badgermoles rearranging things as they see fit has not altered the path of the crystals?

I feel ya buddy.

Sokka assuming his rightful throne. King of the Badgermoles.

Badgermoles have elf ears.

"Really? We let huge ferocious beasts lead our way." I love this line.

Appa's such a good friend. Settling in for a long listening session.

"So are you guys going to come to Omashu with us?" "Nope." "Ok." *fucks off into the sunset* Now that's how you write out a character.

NOOO BUMI!!!

Do you think the hippies knew? Is that why they didn't want to go to Omashu? It would be totally on brand for them to know the whole time and not tell.

Final Thoughts

Well that was a hell of a bait and switch ending. Supreme goof A-plot, Zuko having his dearly held beliefs dragged through the mud B-plot, and then suddenly *BOOM* overarching plot.

So is this season going to be the 'step on Zuko until he's decent' season? Because he's got a long way to go.

Why was Iroh being so stupid in the beginning? Does he have a blind spot where tea is concerned? He made Zuko look like the reasonable one. That's quite a feat.

At first glance, Sokka got to shine in this episode, but actually it was Chong who was right all along. There was a real legend about a secret tunnel, the solution was to trust in love, both as Aang & Katara did and as Chong's group tried (love songs). And that kid WAS the avatar! Three for Three!

I'm still not a fan of Aang & Katara being involved romantically (mostly because they're BABY), but I love the way they related to each other this episode. Their interactions felt 100% natural. What tween hasn't put their foot in their mouth around their crush?

Someone give Appa a hug. You know what? Give Momo a hug too. He worked hard as a wolfbat early alert system.

Speaking of Appa, are his underside sections furry? Covered in short grey fur? Or are they hard grey armoured plates? Are they shell or skin?

I've noticed that animal noises come in three flavours in this show: Appa grumbles, Momo trills, or wolfbat hisses. Most animals make variations of these three.

Are we sure Song hasn't been hitting the White Jade herself? Those are pretty similar.

Poor Song is really crapped on this episode. All she did was be compassionate and she gets her horse thing stolen. It makes sense that she wouldn't try to retrieve her horse thing, both because she's too kind, and because it's just her and her mom against two fairly rough guys. If this is the season of Zuko improvement, how many more innocents like Song will be crapped on in the name of improving Zuko?

Chong's robe's sleeve kind of hangs off his waist, since he's rocking the one shoulder look. I thought Bato was rocking that same look in his episode, and spent the whole episode looking for where he stashed his sleeve, but I couldn't find it. But now I see Chong with the same look and he definitely has extra sleeve trailing. So did Bato cut off his sleeve? Is he wearing the robe he was wearing when he got injured and his sleeve burned off? Is there a known way to tuck robe sleeves in inconspicuously and the fact that we can see Chong's is a bit of visual storytelling pointing to the hippies' general scatterbrained nature? Am I overthinking this?

I liked this episode! Definitely going on my rewatch list! The hippies are just the right amount of stupid, Zuko gets a break from being a shouty jerk, and Aang and Katara get to be just awkward kids (albeit while trapped in a life or death situation - priorities guys). Poor Sokka, Appa, and Song have a pretty bad time. But Sokka being terrorised by stupidity makes for funny tv.

[ladylooch]

Soft Thoughts Sunday - Nico & Lexi

Second request: Nico/Lexi- (before officially dating) after a really hard day at work, the last thing Lexi was expecting was Nico to catch her in the mail room, and notices her mood and won’t let her be alone until he sees her smile 🥰

Nico is sitting in his apartment, watching TV mindlessly when he takes a casual glance at his watch. Oh shit! He is late for heading to the mailroom to see if Lexi… or himself… has mail. He launches off the couch, grabbing his keys after stuffing his feet into his Adidas sandals. Downstairs, He puts his hands on the door, then pauses when he sees Lexi sitting on the floor. Her back is against the bank of mailboxes, head tilted back with obvious tear streaks down her cheeks.

His eyebrows furrow in concern and he wonders what he should do. He wants to comfort her, but maybe she wants space? She tilts her head back forward, putting her hands over her face completely as she sobs. Nope, he’s gotta go in.

“Hey.” Nico announces his presence right away. Lexi jumps in surprise. 

“Oh, Nico, hey.” She scrambles to her feet. She has her mail in her hands as she turns away from him to wipe her tears. It doesn’t matter because he already saw them and her eyes are pink, red rimmed with watery shine to them. In her hand is the similar notice he got via email that rent is increasing by 10% next year.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I am just… feeling really stressed about money.” She looks at Nico like he can’t possibly understand what that means. “Go to nursing school I said…” She trails off. “Didn’t pay as good as I thought it would.” 

“Can I do anything?” He asks, hating the way her shoulders sink in, shortening her frame under the weight of her inner thoughts.

“Um…” She looks at the floor, sniffling. She brings her pointer finger up, pressing the tip to a tear to gather it off her face. “No.”

“Are you sure? I give really great hugs… and this sweatshirt is thick like a towel… It can handle a lot. Very absorbent.” 

“That sweatshirt looks more than my rent.” She chuckles, scanning it, noting the designer logos. It is, but he’s not going to tell her that.

“No, I got it thrifting.” He shakes his head, opening his arms. 

She hesitates, looking up into his face shyly. Then she steps forward, wrapping her arms around his waist. Nico practically passes out at how good it feels to hold her. He carefully breathes in, taking in the scent of her flowery perfume. He wants to put his nose into the part of her hair, close his eyes and get lost in this. But he shouldn’t. Instead, he holds her comfortingly, rubbing her back over her rain jacket. Lexi begins to cry again at his sympathy. It’s been so long since she’s been held like this... genuinely without motive or wandering hands from the other person.

“Thank you.” Lexi whispers, releasing her grip on his back.

Nico wants to offer her money, but he won’t. Instead, he goes back to his apartment and pays her rent for the rest of the year, asking for anonymity from the management company. He knows that isn't actually going to work. He isn’t surprised to see her the next morning, knocking at his apartment door as he is getting ready for morning skate.

She stares silently at him when he opens the door.

“Why?” She finally asks.

“Because sometimes we just need a break.” 

“I don’t… know what to say. I can’t give anything in return.”

“I don’t need anything.” He gestures around to the apartment and his luxurious life in general. “Just keep saving kids’ lives.” 

“Neeks…” She looks down, then reaches out to grab his hand by his thigh. It’s the first time she’s called him by a nickname and his heart swells in happiness. Damn, he is so into her. “Seriously, thank you.” He sees the tears in her eyes again and he clears his throat. Selfishly, he did it for himself. He knows the first way to save money is to move somewhere cheaper and he can’t have that. He needs their daily interactions like breath.

“It’s nothing.” He shrugs.

“It’s everything.” They share a look before Nico shifts uncomfortably from her appreciation. 

“Ah, I’m about to head out. You okay to wait for a second?”

“I’d love to.” She confirms.

Nico takes another few minutes, hustling around to grab his stuff before he meets Lexi back at the door. She smiles at him, taking her eyes off the picture of him and Emma by the front door.

“My sister.” He tells her. “You’d like her.”

“I’ve seen you with her before.” Nico and Lexi walk out of his apartment. He shuts the door and locks it behind them. “Thought she was someone… else.” Lexi widens her eyes.

“I don’t have anyone else. Just me.” 

“Not for long, I’m sure.. What with your absorbent, thrift store sweatshirts and all.”

“You willing to give me a recommendation?” He asks as they step into the elevator together.

“Maybe, you have someone in mind? Could send them a text.”

Nico shakes his head no, but he finds himself picturing her as he does it.

[lilymaybank]

the crush

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(not my images)

warnings: nsfw , fighting

pls lmk to fix any mistakes this is my first time writing on this app! (the end is a little rushed and a mess im sorry😭 the next one will be better tho)

I take any requests!

part 2?

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you and jj haven’t ever gotten along. he sees you as john b’s annoying little sister, at least that’s what you think anyway.

jj would always come over to your place after school with john b, they would mess around and make jokes. you would always wanna hang out with them but they would always brush you off.

when jb wasn’t around he would crack little jokes to you, smiling when you giggled at them.

when john b and jj would have little fights jj would come to you for help, and lie next to you in your bed. you didn’t know it, but he wished he could kiss you all over and cuddle you all night.

the few times you went to the château sarah and kie would gossip with you about the boys, one time jb was listening , putting his ear up to the door listening to what you girls were giggling about. you were telling sarah and kie about your crush on one of the boys. but who?

“obviously it’s not john b, sooo then jj or pope?” kie questioned and giggled

“omg!! who is it y/n??” sarah asked

your face turned red. john b was still listening, jj staring at him with a raised eyebrow questioning what he was doing.

john b shushed him and continued listening

“jj” you lightly said, covering your face

sarah and kie gasped

“oh my gosh” sarah said giggling

“they’re so perfect for each other!” kie said

john b covered his mouth and stepped away from the door

“shit.” he said under his breath

“what?” JJ asked

“dude. my sister likes someone.” john b said

“oh.” jj said, a little disappointed

“who tho’?” he asked

“I can’t tell you” john b sighed

“cmon bro. don’t be like that” jj said, clearly annoyed

“You’ll find out eventually” john b said

jj flipped him off and went to grab a beer from the fridge

you stepped outside of the room to catch a breather, you were so embarrassed.

you had liked jj for years, even though you were sure he hated you.

you saw jj popping the lid off a fresh beer. you both had locked eyes for a minute, but you got shy and looked away. he didn’t say anything and just sat down on the couch with pope, who had been watching tv.

sarah and kie were still talking about you and j.

john b was on the porch, watching the waves on the beach.

you grabbed a drink and head back into the room with sarah and kie. they had been planning how you would confess to jj.

they yelped out saying “you have to confess to him!”

you shushed them and said “are you crazy?! no way! he hates me!”

jj overheard and walked in

“who are you ladies talking about?”

you turned to him and your face turned bright red

“no one!” sarah giggled

you looked at your feet and played with your fingers, embarrassed as hell. you wished he would leave the room as soon as possible, but you also wished he would stay in there forever with you.

“just a mystery man y/n likes.” kie laughed

you pinched kie and shushed her

jj smiled, looked at you and said “ah, I see.”

he walked out and shut the door behind him

your thoughts were spiraling, did he know? what if he was fooling with you? what if-?

sarah could tell that stressed you out, she patted your back “hey why don’t we relax on the beach!”

you, sarah, and kie sunbathed whilst pope, still laying on the couch in the château asked jj “who do you think it is?”

jj, annoyingly replied “who knows. I just teased her about it earlier but it’s probably just some rando .”

when you came back in , still wearing your bikini top and some tiny jean shorts jj looked at you up and down, admiring your beautiful features and he blushed

eventually, you caught him staring and he immediately broke eye contact pretending to watch tv.

later that night, you, kie, and pope were in the living room playing a board game. you guys heard sarah and john b being loud as always

you and kie pretended to throw up and laughed

but you didn’t expect to hear jj. in his room right next to you moaning so loud.

you and kie stared at each other shocked, pope asked “what? it’s just jj being jj as always”

you shushed him and listened to jj, you put your ear to the wall to hear better and you heard him. his slurred speech lightly whimpering your name.

“y/n…” he panted

“fuck y/n. I’m gonna cum inside your tight little pussy.”

you ran outside in embarrassment, trying to catch your breath and calm yourself down

you built up the courage to walk into his room a while later, making sure he was finished with… that.

“hey y/n, what’s up?” he said, laying on his bed with just grey sweatpants on

you blushed, embarrassed about what you were about to say.

“next time be a little quieter please..” you fidgeted with your hands

his cheeks turned red “oh.. um. what all did you hear?”

you looked up at him “everything.” you giggled

“shit.” he broke eye contact

“well princess, do you want to make my dreams come true?”

you blushed, not knowing what to say

“hmmm?” he teased

you nodded your head yes

“that’s my girl. now c’mere princess .”

you sat next to him on the bed and he pulled you on his lap and he put his knee in between your thighs

he cupped your ass and squeezed, leaving you to let out a little moan. You could see through his pants his massive bulge, so you grinded on it a little leaving him to moan into your neck. he sucked on it and bit it.

“oh shittt” he said

“what?”

“I just gave you the biggest hickey, your brother is gonna kill me.”

you giggled and pushed him down, he giggled and said

“not so shy now are you, princess?”

you giggled and took down his pants, until john b walked into the room.

“what. the. fuck.”

“aw shit.” JJ sighed

“john b! this isn’t what it looks like!” you froze

“god damnit jj. why are you fucking my little sister.”

“I couldn’t resist man.”

“jj what the fuck is wrong with you?”

jj got up “bro. just because she’s your sister doesn’t mean she’s off limits”

“yes that’s exactly what it means you asshole!” he pushed him

jj threw a punch while kie overheard and tried to stop them

in the end.. let’s just say jj was knocked out against the wall with a bloody nose and a bloody lip.

you ran to him and started shaking him begging him to wake up. “Please wake up j. Please!”

he coughed and opened his eyes

“jj!” you kissed him “are you okay?”

“im fine princess im fine.” he said

you grabbed the small first aid kit in the bathroom and brought it to him, cleaning and patching up his wounds

“thank you beautiful.” he kissed you “im sorry for doing that, you shouldn’t have seen it.”

“it’s fine j! Im just glad you’re okay.”

[jj-maybanks-daughter]

bruised

jj maybanks daughter went missing for a day and a half, she came home bruised and scratched, and had to explain to her dad what her boyfriends friend did to her.

warnings

rape, slight mention of sh, mentions of nudity, cursing, self doubt , talk of rape, lmk if i missed anything

“d-dad” y/n says walking into the wooden door of the château.

“Y/N! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?! WE HAVE BEEN WORRIED SICK!” jj yells as he sees you walk in

it had almost been 2 days since you randomly left the château. jj’s face softened when he saw the tears streaming down your face, a bruised chest and eye, and your clothes ripped, as if they were by an animal. 

“i-i went o-over to tristen’s house t-to grab my bag that i l-left and and,” she stumbled over her words are jj grabbed her stuff and helped her reach the couch. 

“what happened, baby” jj asked in a soft tone as he rubbed circles on your back. 

“ow-“ y/n cried. jj lifted the back of your shirt to see your bruised lower back.

“are you bruised any where else, baby?” he asked, trying to stay relaxed for you, though it was hard, seeing a bruise the size of your head on your back.

y/n nodded pointing to your hips. jj carefully pulled your ripped shorts down just enough to see the black and blue bruises on you hip bones. 

“jesus,” he said to himself. “continue, i need to know what happened,” he added, sternly, but also softly.

“his f-friend was there, and he locked me in t-tristen’s room,” jj kept nodding, holding her in for a hug, “he pulled all of my-my cl-clothes off and when i-i fought him he-he punch-punch me a kicked me until i couldn’t anymore” 

“where was tristen?” jj asked, tears welling up in his eyes. 

“he was in-in his basement help-helping his dad with something” 

“hey j!” john b said loudly as he walked in. “hey is the y/n?! oh sorry i’ll leave you two alone.” he said after noticing you crying and holding on tightly to your dads tee shirt

jj shooed him away and focusing back on you.

“and then what happened baby?” he asked, already knowing the answer, but wanted clarification.

“he grabbed m-my hair and said that-that i w-was asking for-for what he- he was about to do to me” you said, as jj held you tighter, not knowing that was possible.

“then what did he do?” jj said concerned, noticing the blood on your pants.

“he-he” you stuttered “i don’t want to talk about it” you said in a complete sob in jjs arms. 

“it’s ok baby, your with me now.” he started a shower for you as you collected yourself. he waited till you were in the shower to go outside and cry, you didn’t want her to see you upset.

“woah man, are you ok? what happened with y/n/n?” john b asked with the rest of the pogues following behind, a concerned look on all of their faces, knowing jj hates crying and will do anything not to. 

“they hurt my baby girl” jj said, voice cracking as he looked up from his hands.

“h-how?” kiara asked, wanting to know so she can come up with a way to make it better

“she- she went to tristen’s house,” his voice became more controlled as he continued, “ and his friend was there.”

“boy or girl” pope interrupted.

john b flicked the back of popes head, and looking at him like he was dumb. to be fair, it was a dumb question.

“he stripped her and hit her and shit and then r-r,” his voice started to crack in pain again. “he raped her, man” he said, back into a sob.”there’s bruises and shit all over her. idk what to do”

sarah and kies heart broke not only for their little y/n, but also for jj. “do you want us to go check on her, j” kiara asked, rubbing jjs shoulders softly. 

“y-yeah” he said calming down again. “can you ask her if there’s more bruises i didn’t see?” the girls walked inside to check on y/n, giving him a thumbs up

jjs pov 

“who’s kid was it?” john b asked.

“she doesn’t know him, it was one of tristen’s friends”

“well where was tristen?” pope asked sitting next to him. 

“i guess he was in the basement with his dad”

“why was she even there?” john b questioned looking out onto the water.

“she left her purse there”

the two boys hugged jj as he let more cries out. “it’s my job to protect her, i should’ve asked where she was going” jj said after breaking out of the hug, stomping his foot down.

“well now we know for next time,” pope replied, feeling sorry for both maybanks.

back to the main pov

sarah and kiara knock on y/ns door. 

“i don’t want to talk about it anymore,dad” her voice shaky.

“it’s us.” sarah said, reassuring y/n. “can we come in?” she asked, trying not to cross her boundaries after all that’s happened

“i guess.”

“jesus, y/n!” kiara tried to hold it back but when she saw the bruises on her face, she couldn’t help it. 

“tell me about it.” y/n said, as tears started to collect in your eyes.

“can we check for more bruises or scratches?” sarah said, trying not to come off nosey. 

y/n was hesitant at first, but realized they only wanted her to be safe. she gave them a small nod and took off her shirt and shorts, leaving her just in her underwear. 

sarah looked at your chest and gasped, as if she could feel the pain coming from the scratches, still bleeding a little, all over her. 

“sorry to ask this, and you don’t have to answer, i just want to know to keep you safe,” sarah continued, “does it go into your bra?” she asked softly as kiara got a better look.

y/n looked down, as if she was ashamed of herself, “yea” she said, letting the tears fall.

“can we see? it’s ok to say no.” kiara reassured her. 

y/n, already feeling like she lost any ounce of dignity nodded her head yes. 

sarah gave her a warm, but concerned smile before y/n lifted her bra so they could see. they gasped yet again, seeing the cuts got deeper, and there were red handprints. y/n pulled it back up, wiping her eyes. the girls continued to search her body, finding the bruise jj hit earlier. 

“gosh” was all sarah could say. they saw her bruised hips, and handprints on what the could see of her butt. 

“ you know we have to tell your dad about this, right?” kiara said pointing to her chest area. y/n nodded her head, already feeling ashamed. 

“it’s just so…” she paused, “embarrassing.” 

“oh y/n/n, you have nothing to be embarrassed about, we just need to make sure your ok, and don’t have too serious injury’s,” sarah said wiping the tear that was rolling from y/ns face. 

“we’ll give you some time to be to yourself.l” kiara said after giving y/n a kiss on the head.

the girls walked back out to the boys, none of them speaking. “hey, jj?” sarah asked.

“yea? is she ok?” jj asked desperately bouncing up from his hammock to hear any news about his little girl. 

“well…” sarah was trying to find the right words when kiara cut her off.

“she has like deep cuts on her chest,” kiara said. after realizing they didn’t understand, she further explained “like all over her chest she said rubbing a circle not touching that area, but close enough for the boys to understand.

tears started to come from popes eyes, trying to imagine the pain it must have caused her. 

“she will be ok, she just needs good rest, i don’t think she’s slept for days.” sarah said, trying to reassure pope. 

john b couldn’t help but let tears fall from his eyes, quickly trying to wipe them so sarah didn’t see. after all, it was his little niece.

“it’s ok to cry, babe,” she said, giving his shoulders a nice rub while he pinched the bridge of him nose. 

jj just stared out on the water, looking numb. they realized they should comfort jj, he was the one who needed it most. 

“there wasn’t anything i could do,” he started, “i should’ve been with her.” he said guilt rushing into his face. 

“that little girl inside there,” pope started pointing to the château, “is not blaming you right now. now are we going to sit here and cry or help her get through this?” he continued, bringing hope and a short smile to the pogues faces. 

they walked inside after taking a few deep breaths. “hey kid,” john b knocked on the door. “do you want us to come in?” he said asking through the door. 

“h-hold on” she said, hiding jjs lighter she was going to use for SH. she opened the door to see all the pogues giving her a sincere look. they hopped onto her bed.

“hey kid, we’re going to have to talk about this more in the morning, but for now, let’s just lay here. jj pulled y/ns aching body in for a hug, and the rest joined. 

they let y/n sleep and left the room. “i don’t know about you guys, but i think we handled that pretty damn well.” pope said, lighting the mood again. they smiled and came up with questions they were going to ask y/n tomorrow, until they were exhausted themselves.

[braveclementine]

D.S. x E.M. x K.M. x Reader pt 4

Warnings: Angst

Copyright: I do not own any TVD/TO/Legacies characters, nor any places in New Orleans or Mystic Falls that may be mentioned.

Elijah P.O.V.

The TV had been set up in the Salvatore Boarding house living room so that everyone could watch it. There was Damon's brother Stefan along with his girlfriend Elena who hated Y/N so I couldn't even be bothered to attempt to like her.

And then there was Caroline, Ric, and their twin girls. Bonnie and Enzo and our sisters Rebekah and Freya. Kol was here with Davina as well, and Marcel had accompanied Rebekah while, Vincent and Freya curled up together on the couch. Tyler and Matt were there as well, the annoying buggers. But Matt and Damon had a weird relationship and Tyler was sort've Klaus' one remaining hybrid so there was that.

[I've actually always shipped Freya with Vincent. Sorry for the Keelin shippers]

Meanwhile, Klaus was lounging on the couch, Damon's precious bourbon in one hand. Hope and Hayley were here too and I sat as far away from Hayley as possible. She had Jackson, I could not be bothered to deal with her infatuation with me as well.

Not that I would have engaged her had she not been with Jackson. I had Y/N and I didn't want anyone else.

I didn't mind sharing Y/N and neither did Klaus nor Damon. It was not something we were worried about. We were just lucky that she wanted all three of us.

We had watched the game show and Y/N had rocked it so far. The first round had been about sports and Kol had grinned the entire time because Y/N had gotten all her facts about sports from him. The second round had been history which made Alaric happy when she aced everything as he had been history teacher at the High school.

And the third round had been animals and we were all astounded by her random knowledge about animals because none of us even knew that she knew that stuff.

Now, she was in the top for the win and we waited as the timer ticked down dramatically for the final category.

Y/N was dressed lightly, as the yacht had been doing a southern tour. According to the tour map, it said they were off the coast of the Bahamas at the moment. Her jean shorts were high above her knees, the blue tank top accenting her skin nicely.

I loved her in blue, it was my favorite colour and she wore a lot of blue. It annoyed both Damon and Klaus who preferred purple and red respectively.

Finally, the timer reached zero and the category was revealed to be: Mystical Creatures.

Kol burst out laughing, "Oh she has this in the bag."

"Only if it lines up with what she's grown up learning." Freya pointed out, her head in Vincent's lap.

Marcel chuckled.

On screen, Y/N had tucked her lips in, trying not to smile. We could just make out Damon in the crowd, not bothering to cover up his smirk.

"Alright then," The announcer, a Mr. Laritate announced, pushing his glasses up on his face as he held up the first card. "The first question is about werewolves. Who created the first werewolves?"

Y/N hit her hand against the buzzer and everyone turned to her, "The witch Inadu as revenge against her tribe for killing her."

Damon smirked in the crowd while the answer was revealed on the board that she was correct.

"Told you." Kol muttered up front, wrapping his arm around Davina's shoulders.

The questions continued about vampires, werewolves, witches, sirens, heretics, and even a question or two about hybrids.

I could see however, as the questions continued, that Y/N seemed more nervous instead of confident.

"How would you keep a vampire down? A. Garlic B. Sleeping powder C. Vervain or D. Cloves" Mr. Laritate asked.

Y/N's eyes flicked from Damon to Mr. Laritate. She finally reached out hesitantly to answer and said, "C. Vervain."

She was- of course- correct.

She was leading by a thousand points, the other contestants looking frustrated.

"And the last question. . ." Mr. Laritate said, glancing up at the box where we supposed the people who put the questions up on the big screen were. "Out of these four pictures, which one is a hybrid?"

The pictures were up and Y/N took a step back from the podium while half of us rose to our feet. Mine, Marcel, Damon, and Klaus' pictures were up on the screen.

Klaus was on his feet in an instant, "This isn't good."

"No it's not." Marcel echoed.

Freya and Bonnie were across the room in an instant, digging out a map, candles, and a dagger.

"What are you doing?" Alaric asked.

"Tracking her." Freya said.

"Wait." I said, "Look."

Y/N refused to answer and as the shot was now showing the crowd, Damon was nowhere to be found.

"What?" Matt asked, on the edge of the couch. The tension between everyone was high now.

"In the crowd." Rebekah said.

Y/N's eyes darted between the others who were studying the pictures, trying to figure out how they were supposed to tell which one the hybrid was. Y/N stared at the podium, her fingers clenching on the wood.

"The yacht's been blocked by magic." Freya said. "They know."

We watched the camera without moving, all of us not breathing. Finally, Y/N reached out, touching the button.

"Miss Y/L/N?"

She swallowed hard and said, "B."

B was Marcel.

That was when they attacked. The gun shots went ringing out, the crowd screaming. Y/N jerked backwards, falling on her back as the bullets hit her. Damon was there in a flash, his wrist pressed to her mouth as he plucked the bullets out, not caring that this was going to be on live TV. The other contestants had been shot too, along with multiple others in the crowd.

And then, men masked in black where there and though Damon fought them off, one of them got his hands around Y/N's neck, snapping in on live TV. Klaus' bourbon glass shattered in his hand, his eyes turning mutinous.

I could feel my own body shaking, the urge to kill someone was immense. Damon's neck was snapped to and he fell in a lifeless heap beside Y/N. The cameras went black.

"Did that just happen on live TV?" Caroline asked, her body crouched in front of the girls so that they hadn't seen what had happened. "Are they insane?"

"Freya!" Klaus barked. "We need her location. NOW!"

"Nick, I'm trying." Freya said. "We both are." Davina and Vincent joined Bonnie and Freya's side.

~Twelve hours later~

It was the next morning and no one had left the house. Alaric, Caroline, and Hayley had laid the three girls in bed sometime last night.

Bonnie, Freya, Vincent, and Davina were all exhausted. Davina was half asleep in Kol's arms and Bonnie and Enzo were both fast asleep on the couch. Freya and Vincent were still up, mumbling about spells they might be able to try.

Alaric and Matt were getting weapons together, mostly crossbows and arrows for when we actually found Y/N and Damon.

"Dammit." Klaus growled, "One of us should've gone with her. Then she wouldn't be in this position."

"Would you not have fed her your blood to keep her alive?" Tyler shot.

"I meant about her dying afterwards." Klaus growled.

It was truly stupid of Tyler to goad Klaus right now and if he died, everyone would know that it was Tyler's own fault.

"She's just going to end up as a vampire." Tyler said with a bit of a shrug.

"Dude, you should shut up right now." Matt muttered.

Tyler scoffed, leaving the room.

At that moment, I got a text on my phone and I looked at it.

: 🇪🇲🇦🇮🇱. 🇼🇪🇧 🇱🇮🇳🇰

I frowned, not recognizing the laptop and I called over to Caroline, "You wouldn't happen to have a laptop, would you?"

"Yeah, it's in my bag on the bottom." She said, glancing over before turning back to Alaric.

I dug the laptop out, setting it on the table, sitting down, and opening it up. "Password?"

Caroline zoomed over, typed in a rather long password, and went back to Ric.

"What is it?" Marcel and Klaus came up behind me.

"I don't know." I said, going into an incognito tab, opening up my email. "I got an anonymous tip. . . I think. I'm not actually sure."

In my email was an email with a link attached to it which I opened.

"Oh." Marcel said, causing Freya and Vincent to look up and then patter over. Kol joined us too. "Aw man, not that guy."

"Lovely." I said bitterly.

Tristan De Martel, almost as old as our family. I clicked play on the video and it showed him smiling.

"Hello Elijah. If you're seeing this, it means we have your precious. . . whore? I'm not entirely what a girl who sleeps with three men several hundred years older than her could be called. But it does make her perfect for a little experiment."

At the word 'experiment', Enzo's head shot up and he zoomed over. I had heard that both he and Damon had undergone experimentation for years.

"You see, Aurora-" At this name, Klaus clenched his fists "-has been wanting. . . oh well that's a bit of a secret." Tristan smiled, fixing his suit before continuing, "Anyways, I'm sure the experiment will go well and if not. . . well she was just a human after all. You'll all move on. But I think it will work and she will be a vampire medical miracle. I'll keep in touch."

The video turned off and there was a ding as another email from the same link came on.

"Ric?" I asked, my voice hard.

Ric looked up. "Is it possible to track someone through email links?"

"I can do that." Matt suggested. I forwarded the email link to Donavan's email before opening up the new attachment. This was a video file and I clicked play hesitantly.

Klaus hand shattered the bourbon bottle at the sight. Y/N was chained in a room, a very small, padded room, half-way unconscious and obviously going through transition.

The camera zoomed in closer so we could see both Tristan and Y/N's faces.

"Hello Miss Y/L/N." Tristan said, kneeling before her.

Y/N focused on his face and muttered, "Hello Tristan."

Tristan cocked his head to the side and said, "I don't believe that we've met before."

"Nope, but I've heard about the real asshole Elijah wannabe."

Tristan's face hardened. "Excuse me?"

"Only someone from Elijah's blood line would wear a suit but I must say-" Y/N cocked a grin at him despite her own pain, "- no one wears a suit like Elijah does."

I shouldn't have felt happy with her words, I was worried sick after all, but this was the Y/N I knew and plus- she was saying my name.

Tristan snorted, "How do you feel?"

Y/N rolled her eyes, "Like a witch suspended my transition period to be even longer than normal. Where's Damon?"

"Somewhere, undergoing experimentation." Tristan said in a monotone voice.

Enzo clenched the table.

"And you want. . . what?" Y/N asked, shaking her head a little.

"Well you see, there are certain experiments and surgeries that my sister wants to undergo, but you see, I would never let her do that unless I was certain that it wasn't harmful to her. So, by using test subjects, I can guarantee her safety."

Y/N snorted, "You aren't a doctor, are you?"

"No, but I have doctors and witches working under me."

"No surgery is guaranteed." Y/N said. "It could work on one person and then not work on another."

Tristan had doubt flicker in his eyes and then asked, "Are you a doctor?"

"I'm training." Y/N lied with a serious face.

"Oh brother, come on." Aurora's voice filtered through the video and her bright red hair was there.

Y/N flicked her eyes up and then back at Tristan.

"So, do we know if it worked?" Aurora asked, kneeling down as well, her bright red hair swept over her shoulder.

"Not yet." Tristan said. "We won't know for a couple of months."

Aurora sighed, turning her gaze on Y/N, "I don't see why Klaus likes you."

Y/N snorted, "Must be the qualities you don't have."

I bit my lip to keep from smiling but Klaus seemed worried. Aurora was a vindictive bitch, but it seemed they needed Y/N alive. . . for now.

"Maybe." Aurora said, "Do you know Klaus favorite colour?"

"Red." Y/N replied without hesitation.

"Yes. Do you know why?"

Y/N hesitated now.

"What colour is my hair Y/N?" Aurora asked, taking Y/N's face in hand, jerking it upwards.

Y/N took in the vivid red of Aurora's hair while Niklaus gripped the dining room table hard in one hand.

"You see, I was the first woman Nik ever loved. And if Elijah hadn't compelled me, Nik and I would probably be together right now. And once I undergo the operation, he might still take me back. Nik isn't known for staying loyal to his lovers. They either die, he kills them, or he leaves them. I wonder which one you'll be."

"Freya." Klaus voice was hard. "I need her found now."

"And now there's also Elijah, also an original brother, and though he is a bit more loyal. . . well do you even know what he's doing right now?"

"Probably ironing his three piece suit." Y/N replied sarcastically. "How would I know what he's doing right now?"

"You see, they hosted a party last night to watch your win and Hayley was there."

I groaned, covering my face with my hands.

"Hayley?" Y/N asked hesitantly.

"Yes, and when everyone got tired, they crashed at the Salvatore Boarding house. Elijah and Hayley. . . well they may have shared a bed. But they were past lovers so can you really blame them?"

"Elijah, you didn't. . ." Rebekah said.

I shook my head, "I didn't sleep last night period."

"He's telling the truth." Hayley said softly, looking regretful that it didn't happen.

"No." Y/N replied stubbornly. "Elijah doesn't cheat-"

"Even the perfect men have their flaws and Hayley. . . well I'm the prettiest of them all of course but Hayley is fair as well."

The doubt was flickering in Y/N's eyes and I wanted to rip Aurora out of the screen and demolish her.

"Sister." I said bitingly, "For your first turn, you could've chosen someone much classier."

"How was I to know she would turn out to be a vindictive bitch." Rebekah replied bitingly.

"And last but not least, Damon." Aurora said, smoothing Y/N's H/C hair back from her face. Y/N tried jerking away from her touch, hurt in her eyes, but she couldn't get away. "But I think you already know about him and Elena."

Yes, that one was very obvious. Sure, they hadn't been together, but it was obvious that Damon and Elena had had chemistry, and that there was still a love between them, even if they didn't act on it.

"You might be pretty. . . in your own way." Aurora said with a smirk. "And I certainly know a handsome guy who went through the surgery as well and would love to have you, but you aren't Elena or Katherina's doppelganger either."

"Why, did you just call me handsome Aurora?" A third voice floated through and Klaus slumped in his seat.

Lucien Castle walked into the room. "Well hello there gorgeous." He winked at Y/N who raised an unimpressed eyebrow.

"And who are you?"

"You mean Klaus has never talked about me? His first sire?"

"Oh." Y/N said. "Logan. No wait. . . Leo! No. . ."

"It's Lucien." Lucien said bitingly.

"Found her." Freya's exhausted voice broke through the tense silence as everyone in the room had been listening to the video.

Our heads whipped around to face her. "She's in the Caribbean's. I have an exact location."

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Klaus growled, getting to his feet. "Let's go." 

⬅️➡️

[asleep-in-the-keep-sideblog]

Asleep In The Keep-Chapter 30

DPxMHA crossover Fic

Chapter 30: Pt 3: What They’re Going to Do

Summary: The public reacts to the violent vigilante group and their attack on a beloved Hero

Word Count: 1365

BREAKING NEWS: Vigilante group ‘Phantom’ attacks and injures pro hero. The Hero Commission is now labeling the group as villains and are investigating links to the League of Villains. 

Early morning July 11th, the pro heroes Mt. Lady, Kamui Woods, and Death Arms, were confronted by the vigilante group, Phantom. The heroes valiantly fought the vigilantes, and even took down two members. However, due to the environment, they weren’t able to use their quirks to the fullest and so Phantom was able to get away. Only Death Arms was injured in this attack. 

This changes Phantom’s status from mere vigilantes to villains. The Hero Commission is still investigating possible ties to the League of Villains and Stain. They are instructing civilians to report any sightings of Phantom to a hotline dedicated to finding them and clear the area. The number is 555-666-777

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In a public forum online:

Knight34knight43: NO!!!!

GenshinreferenceUwU @Knight34knight43: Haha! Told u! 

Knight34knight43 @GenshinreferenceUwU: u did not! 

GenshinreferenceUwU @Knight34knight43: Pretty sure I did

Knight34knight43 @GenshinreferenceUwU: Whatever…

Nighteyemorelikeayeayeaye: That blows man I really liked them :(

Ghostwatermelon:> @Nighteyemorelikeayeayeaye: Im stronger than u I still like them

FeralGangOrca @Nighteyemorelikeayeayeaye: They could never make me hate u Phantom!

Mirkosthighs: Was Mt. Lady hurt?! 

FeralGangOrca @Mirkosthighs: No only death arms

Mirkosthighs @FeralGangOrca: Oh who cares then

FriedHawkWings @Mirkosthighs: Wow

L3G3GG: Do u think they were defending themselves?

Mirkosthighs @L3G3GG: No way! She wouldn’t hurt a fly!

FriedHawkWings @Mirkosthighs: We r talking about mt lady right?

Leaguereference @L3G3GG: I mean maybe I'd bye it if it were endeavor but mt lady?

Endeavorsgymshorts @ Leaguereference : That’s cold man

Leaguereference @ Endeavorsgymshorts: What! U no I’m wright! 

FriedHawkWings @Leaguereference: fsr i thought it was endeavor?

Mirkosthighs @FriedHawkWings: No he was doing another interview for stain

Knight34knight43 @Mirkosthighs: Did they ask about Phantom at all? I know they were in hosu at the same timw

“Mirkosthighs” REPOSTED A LINK:

Juko News: Endeavor recounts his battle with terrifying villain, The Hero Killer: Stain. “My condolences for the families affected by Stain,” says Endeavor about Stain's rampage.

FriedHawkWings: Wow there really milking it out

Endeavorsgymshorts: He would not fucking say that

FeralGangOrca @ Endeavorsgymshorts : They probably couched him lol

Ghostwatermelon:>: Ridiculous! Utterly Ridiculous! They prob made cause a group of kids beat a pro

FeralGangOrca @Ghostwatermelon:>: It’s not like they can’t still be a hero. Wasn’t there that one villain a few years ago who took the lincess exam and became a pro?

Nighteyemorelikeayeayeaye @FeralGangOrca: I know what ur talking about. I forgot the name tho

Ghostwatermelon:> @FeralGangOrca: Theres still hope!

GenshinreferenceUwU @Ghostwatermelon:>: But what if they r w/LOV? 

Ghostwatermelon:> @GenshinreferenceUwU: Then theyd prob b able to hurt more then 1 hero lol

GenshinreferenceUwU @Ghostwatermelon:>: ig

Knight34knight43 @GenshinreferenceUwU: I’m still holding out hope. I rlly wanna see those kids becom heroes :(

Ghostwatermelon:> @Knight34knight43: Thatd b so sweat

Endeavorsgymshorts @Knight34knight43: They could be a lil group with action figures and special editions, they could do like a family show or talk about being pro with ur bros

Ghostwatermelon:> @ Endeavorsgymshorts: Omg stop thats so cute

Mirkosthighs @ Endeavorsgymshorts : I would buy all there merch

#6bmybbygrl @Mirkosthighs: I actually saw some the other day at the mall!

“#6bmybbygrl” MADE A NEW POST:

Photo: Image description of a cart with Phantom merch. The merch is hoodies similar to the upper half of their hero costume, gloves, boots, and homemade keychains of Phantom members posing together. There is also a Phantom plushie that has no facial features except green eyes and blue skin with its hood pulled up and white hair peeking out. 

Mirkosthighs @#6bmybbygrl: Awwww i want one!

#6bmybbygrl @Mirkosthighs: It was next to a stain cart tho…

Mirkosthighs @#6bmybbygrl: oh…

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“Damn it!” Tomura yelled as he slammed the laptop closed. There was a small cracking noise and he was pretty sure he broke it. He didn’t care though, it was cheap anyway. He wasn’t allowed an expensive computer due to his temper. This was his 4th one this month. Tomura picked it up and threw it at the wall, its parts making a satisfying noise on impact.

“Stupid Phantom!” He screamed. His nails dug into his neck and he scratched and scratched.

“God, how pathetic,” groaned Dabi a few seats away from him. He was sitting at the bar drinking a clear liquid with a blue flame. 

He was one of the new recruits that was forced onto the League. Tomura didn’t like him one bit. He had bad manners and smelled bad too. He had done nothing but complain since he got here. He looked at everything like it was beneath him or was trash, even though he looked like a wet cigarette himself. 

“I don’t know, I think they’re pretty cool!” Toga, another new recruit, was sitting on the couch upside down playing with her knife. “Are they really a part of the League? When are they coming over? I wanna play with them!” She giggled. 

Of course she was a fan girl. She was obsessed with Stain when she first came in, but the few hours since then she seemed to have refocused her attention onto Phantom. The whole world was doing that. Each passing day, more and more is online about this mysterious Phantom. He wouldn’t be so mysterious if he was dead. The Hosu incident happened 2 weeks ago but it was as if it never happened. Everyone was gushing over Stain and Phantom. 

“I doubt it,” Dabi sat back in his chair, looking annoyed, “If they were, they would’ve come back here after they beat those heroes. Damn, I wish they would go after Endeavor next. If anything, I want him to boast on live television that he beat up a kid for the sake of justice.”

God, everything he said he sounded like he was whining. If Tomura didn’t know his age, he would think Dabi was some moody teenager going through an emo phase. That’s such an NPC character design. 

“I’m sick of hearing about Phantom! That’s all everyone talks about is Phantom! Phantom! Phantom!” Tomura banged the bar with his fist. 

“Let's go hunt them down then!” Toga got up from her position, her face red from all the blood flow returning. “Come on, it will be fun! We can chase after each one and drag them back to the league before they even knew what happened! They can’t be that strong! They only took down one hero when there was five of them!” 

Tomura glared at her. If her personality wasn’t enough, what she said reminded him of All For One’s orders. As if he let that brat anywhere near the League. 

“No chance in hell!” Tomura yelled back. 

“Aww…” Toga pouted.

“I think that sounds like a great idea,” Dabi got up and walked next to Toga. “If we drag them back here, I bet we could make them join our cause. I mean, some poor kids who only wanted to become a hero gets outcasted and attacked by the very people they look up to? I think that’s a story we all can relate to.” 

Toga nodded aggressively and stared at Tomura. She tried to look cute as if that would be able to change his mind. It made him sick. 

“You can do what you want, I’m going out,” Tomura pushed past them and grabbed his sweat-jacket. 

“You’re no fun,” Toga stuck out her tongue at him. Tomura wanted to pull it out of her mouth. 

“Are you sure that is wise, Shigaraki?” Kurogiri appeared behind the bar as if he’d been there the whole time. 

He was probably with All For One or that doctor. Tomura knew he was reporting his behavior to them when he thought he wasn’t looking. He hated them. All For One had been grooming him for all these years but he still didn’t think Tomura could be left unsupervised. He wasn’t a baby anymore, he didn’t need to be monitored like this. 

“Go screw yourself,” he walked out the door waving his middle finger as a goodbye. 

He just needed to blow off steam. His mind wandered off to Phantom and the stupid merch at the mall. A sickly smile spread to his face. He knew just the place.

[whenthegoldrays]

You mentioned you think about scripting Mansfield Park or North and South, and it made me remember an idea I concocted one for how to open/structure a MP movie or series. The concepts are probably trite and demodé at this point, but I think they have potential in this case.

It would open with a young Maria, Julia, and Fanny at their school room for a lesson, Fanny failing to answer correctly on something she never was taught about, and being humiliated by her cousins.

Then it would transition to Fanny at the room she shares with Susan in Portsmouth later in the novel. She might, for example, be looking at the window and have a book Edmund gave her open on her lap, at his handwritten dedication (a quote about strength would be apropos). Susan comes in for another study session (bonus points if it is the same topic as the first scene, but presented in more depth or with more accuracy), but then she asks about Fanny's life at Mansfield, and that would be the closing of the opening of the adaptation.

I know narration is a bad word these days, but I think it could work really well here, because Fanny would tell Susan of an event in one way, but we'd see how in reality it was in a different, harsher way -Fanny is trying to protect/be grateful to her relations. It reveals character, and it can also create funny contrasts like Fanny mentioning the quiet kind intimacy of her evenings spent with Mrs. Bertram, and what we see is Mrs. Bertram snoring on the couch with pug on her lap as Fanny does her worsted work for her.

I thought of both opening and narration as ways to show front and center Fanny's growth and her at her moment of, paradoxically, the most agency and authority, in her relationship with Susan, and then preventing her from sinking into the background -fitting for the "I was quiet, but I was not blind" character. I think it also highlights the theme of education, that is so important to the novel, and would give more urgency to the events later on Fanny's Portsmouth visit and afterwards, which are A) the most thrilling B) those where the family begins to realize Fanny's importance and value to them. I mean that we'd be experiencing them with Fanny rather than through Fanny as before. Oh, it would also make Henry's Portsmouth visit more shocking, as Fanny is not privy to the scene where Henry discusses all her excellencies with Mary.

So, hmm, that's my idea, IDK what you think, but I had to share XD

wow I love this idea! it’s kind of giving me the mental image of Goob’s “they all hated me” as the flashback shows that everyone thinks he’s cool, but with Fanny it’d be the inverse. you get the sense of Fanny kind of wincing when she gets to a particularly painful point in the story and trying to gloss over it or soften it while the reality is much worse.

(this as an antidote to Fanny trash talking the Bertrams to Susie in 1999 my beloathed)

and you’re right, the narration also works best because so much of Fanny’s character relies on her inner thoughts. it’d be a bit of a challenge to find the right balance of Unreliable Narrator Fanny and Most Observant Person in the Room Fanny, as well as the right balance of stuff she leaves out of her tale but is still shown vs. what isn’t shown at all (such as Henry’s perspective of falling in love with her), but with some good brainstorming and trial and error, I think it would be very good!

your idea also somewhat reminds me of (sorry!) Little Women 2019, with the flashbacks to their childhood being interspersed with the second half of the story until after Laurie’s proposal, at which point we return to the present and experience the rest of the story in “real time.” so it’d be a similar thing here. oh, we’d also have to decide how much (if at all) Susan might interrupt the narration to give her own comments on it, possibly expressing skepticism or concern about the more dubious parts of the story.

honestly, this gives me so much to think about and I love it!! thanks so much for sharing it with me!