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rotshop · 3 years

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hiiiiiii i have a disease,,,im gonna make a seperate post for 8 other characters i had in mind w/ this same prompt for the sake of me not dying <3

anyway here's a few random madcom characters + an animal s/o because im deranged <3333333

Hank

-this one is a LITTTLEE easy i will admit but,,,Cat,,,,,it just fits!!!!

-he's very good at just kind of. dealing with whatever it is that you kinda throw at him. if you randomly decide you wanna try and take up all the space on his bed (good luck, its fucking Big) that's ok, he'll just lay down next to you somehow. if you decide you wanna lay on him then whoops!! he's stuck there till you get up now lol. (the amount of times deimos and sanford come back from missions and just see him sitting on the couch with you laying on his lap is uncountable,,,each time he just makes a gesture for them to be quiet so they dont wake you)

-VERY gentle w/ you, especially after becoming a mag. he always pets you very carefully with his more normal hand because he's scared of hurting you (there was one time he'd accidentally nicked you a little with his claws and he felt SO bad, kept fussing and asking if you were alright afterwards)

-you both purr!! his is a little louder than yours naturally but he kind of. tries to force it to be quieter because he wants to hear you :[ you kind of. get him into the habit of not doing that so instead he just lays his head on your chest or stomach so he can hear / feel it

-he can pick you up so easily its really funny. exactly ONE time on a mission where you were about to get hit from behind while dealing with another grunt and he just like??? SWEPT you up off the ground and wrecked their shit. the entire time you're just kind of there like 🧍

Sanford

-I'm so serious about this one dont even TALK to me. bnnuy.

-HE JUST THINKS UR CUTE!!!!,,,,ur a lot smaller in comparison to him (dont even get him started on how you look standing next to hank or any mag agents) and it makes him go :] ,,, on that note 9/10 he's carrying you around, he just likes picking you up and holding you since it's real easy and its a way of keeping you close to him (also he likes showing off his strength to you a little bit but shhh)

-rip to you though because you've got more sensitive hearing and. if you've heard his voice lines. then you know. this man. isn't always the quietest. BUT as soon as he noticed how you kinda flinch whenever he's yelling something on a mission or to one of the others then he apologizes a bunch and does his best to keep it to a minimum around you,,

-deimos is a menace and he would try and get san to confess to you a bunch'a times and it would usually just end in him trying to like. cover your ears or something so he can tell deimos to stfu. it barely works but its funny as fuck to see your confused expression and sans flustred one to dei

-all in all he just thinks you're really cute and kind of funny...sometimes you just kind of. sit down next to him and kind of stare because you want him to pet you lmao. on that same note at some point you just kinda. got into the habit of coming to his room to lay down with / around him and he just <:']

Sheriff

-AS MUCH AS I LOVE CATPERSON + SHERIFF,,,fox,,,,,,,,

-You're incredibly sly and fast, directly complimenting his more flighty nature. he is a coward who avoids danger and you ARE said danger, u are fucking deranged <3. at first he kinda thought of you as an enemy because you kept swooping in and saving him but the entire time you kind of. dragged him around like a ragdoll SJFFDJWCDS,,,you're running off as you pull him by the hand to follow you and you like. looked over your shoulder and gave this fanged smile back at him and he just . his brain fucing exploded you killed him. he didn't stop thinking abt it for like 3 days.

-anyways. you run circles around him its crazy, you two playfight and roughouse a lot. however he did have to ban you from biting too hard because you accidentally drew blood one time,,,,,u were apologetic and you kept checking the wound to make sure it was ok and that he was doing alright,,he wont admit it but he thought it was funny to see you all worried abt him, teases you about it but you just bare your fangs (jokingly) and threaten to do it again. he just gets flustered and rolls his eyes with a little scoff.

-you make a lot of like. squeaks and yips when you're excited or otherwise kinda worked up and he thinks they're real funny. he tries to imitate them but he ends up failing and 10/10 you hear his voice crack BUT he still considers it a win when it makes you laugh so :)

-admittedly he does poke and prod a lot lmao. he likes to trace your paws and to kinda. brush against your claws a little because he thinks they're really cool. also again this mans fucking weird, he's stuck his hand in your mouth before because he wanted to fuck w/ ur sharp teeth again. you bit him. he does not do this anymore.

Hofnarr

-(looks at a very specific mutual) hey. yeah no hof cat s/o lol

-he just!!! thinsk you're neat :) he really likes how sweet you can be and also still be evil and fucked up if you so please. you cause problems on purpose and he has to get you out of trouble lmao, SO...most times you just kinda stick around him (unless u have ur own work to do) and watch what he does. sometimes he'll have you help him out with certain things, eventually you kind of just. start picking up knowledge abt this and the first time you say something before he almost messes up on something he's just kinda 'oh yeah ur right....HEY WAIT YOU REMEMBERED-' he doesn't know WHY but it just makes him happy

-it is. admittedly. a little nerve wracking. to be nonhuman. in a lab that sometimes experiments on people. and nonhuman people. for some kind of obvious reasons. so he gets a little nervous about that sometimes. he does his best to kind of keep you out of serious trouble bc of that, keeps you away from phobos or any of his higher ups like him as much as he possibly can because he's scared of what they might do to you :[

-ON A MORE LIGHT HEARTED NOTE,,,u two stay up pretty late at the lab a lot. you just kinda help him out and you both get carried away. it's not an uncommon sight to any night guards or janitors to see you both talking in the dark with only like. a kinda dim lamp on as you both work. its like 1/4 you actually getting things done and 3/4s you two just talking about whatever comes into mind, he shows his more casual and laid-back nature in these moments especially. also not uncommon for people to see you both passed out in his lab curled up against eachother lol

-pets you absentmindedly a lot,,he isn't sure why he does it he just!! does!! he just kinda subconsciously reaches for you (sometimes you have to kinda. put your head under his hand for him which he appreciates). also likes messing with ur paws and claws a little, he's a lot more careful though since he's nicked himself on your nails before

#whoooo boy these tags are gonna be fun #dr hoffnarr x reader #dr hofnarr x reader #the sheriff x reader #sheriff x reader #sanford x reader #hank x reader #hank j wimbleton x reader #madness combat imagines #madness combat x reader #madcom imagines #madcom x reader #rot writes

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wizkiddx · 3 years

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a friendly face

a lil one inspired from seeing the recent interviews abt cherry - yes im a couple days late but am very slow. This is basically stolen and adapted from another of my stories so I don't think there's any bits left over by my dyslexic proof reading isnt that great so apologies!!! very speech heavy so sorry am trying to balance my writing more

Summary: Tom is having a hard time filming Cherry and dealing with the emotional baggage of it, so Harry recruits someone to make everything that little bit better.

tomhollandxreader

fluff and a little angst I guess?

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Harry, Tom and their driver Sian where all sitting in the car having left the set 20 minutes ago, heading back to their accommodation. Or more precisely, Harry and Sian sat in the two front seats- Harry only in the front as to allow Tom to lie down across the three back seats. He was asleep, or at least looked asleep, but Harry knowing his brother so well knew he was just wishing he was. The day had been torturous for Tom, they’d been filming a hospital sequence in which his character was heart broken. The sequence had involved him being thrown onto the floor multiple times, by a heavy handed stunt double who was not nearly as precise as those he’d worked with at ‘marvel’. Furthermore, there was also multiple scenes of him having to properly cry on camera, which although it sounds tame, is one of the hardest things you can ever ask an actor to do. At least, someone who commits half as much as Tom. For him to show that emotion, he had to go back to a place in his life where he didn’t really ever want to venture again. But even then, this character was such a fuck up, he had to do deeper. He felt completely drained, emotionless and cold. But he couldn’t sleep, not for the guilt he felt for being short with everyone on set- he had never been like that before, he just felt like no one was respecting or understanding what he was going through. So instead he just lay on his side, facing the backs of the leather seats, arms folded in stubbornness- even if he had no idea why.

“Tom?…Tom, I know you’re awake… Look, we need to make a quick stop. You gotta come out.” Harry was actually slightly nervous his brother would just point blank refuse, even if he needed this so bad.

“I just need to get back to the apartment. Please Harry. Can’t we do it tommorrow?” The desperation dripping off Tom’s voice actually pained Harry to listen to. He knew Tom was having a crisis about how he treated everyone today, so chose to ignore his please in favour of some assurance.

“You know everyone understands… They just kept asking me if you were alright?” Harry could see the guilt radiating off Tom. It hurt him to see his big brother like this.

“Please… I just need to get back” His small voice barely made it to the front of the car, but Harry heard it all.

“It will take 2 minutes tops, I had a delivery but I need a hand carrying it, come on” Harry spoke as Sian turned on the indicator to pulled up next to the sidewalkpavement; the car slowing to a gentle halt. Tom didn’t reply, instead huffing as he used the head rest of the middle seat to pull himself up. Already out the car, Harry opened the door for him waiting patiently, because Harry knew he would be a hundred times better off in just a few moments.

“What the hell have you even ordered that’s so big?” Tom sighed while ducking through the door into the cold Cleveland air, keeping his eyes on the sidewalk as Harry motioned for him to follow his feet.

“Oh um don’t know, a good friend sent it actually” Harry tried to hide the grin that was spread over his face from showing in his voice, as he saw a very familiar head of hair running toward them.

“What friend?” Tom looked up sassily toward Harry, shortly questioning who would send Harry a parcel from England that was too big to be delivered or carried by himself. Only then, nearly 5 metres away from Sian in the car, did Tom look up to see where they were. It wasn’t the nearest post office or delivery warehouse - they were at the airport. “Harry what’s going on?” Tom questioned with a low and warning voice, skipping a step or two in order to catch up with his younger brother.

“We’re collecting her” Harry smiled as he nodded forward. Following his gaze with eyes wide open, Tom turned forward just in time to see Y/h/c flying over his face as he was engulfed by someones arms. Immediately sensing exactly who this was, Tom did not hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist and push his head into your neck. Smelling the familiar perfume, Tom couldn’t help but scoff, allowing a the jerky breath to leave his lungs as you arched away from the hug, cupping Tom’s face with both her hands.

“I’ve been reliably informed you could use a friendly face” you smiled, noticing his raw emotions threatening to overtake him, so swiftly pressing just pressing your lips onto his. Seemingly frightened to move, Tom barely reacted to the kiss, so you pushed and deepened into it a little more- till you felt him relaxing against you. With that, you arched away again and smiled massaging his stubbly hair behind his left ear.

“How are you here?” He croaked staring deeply at her, switching between her left and right eye as if that somehow would confirm that this was real, not some cruel dream he was having.

“Someone somewhere knew you were in need and bought me a plane ticket over… I’m coming home with you on monday” You grinned while watching Tom’s eyes light up, he leaned in again to your lips instead of replying.

“Er-cuh-huh” Harry loudly cleared his throat, causing the two to pull away from each other. “Sorry to interrupt, but Sian isn’t really allowed to stop there long sooo” They both nodded, before Tom lunged at his brother, holding him close and whispering thanks too. It was clear this was at least partly Harry’s doing, and he could never thank his brother enough.

“Umm.. as much as I’m enjoying this brotherly love we really do have to get back in the car” Harry awkwardly spoke as he almost pushed Tom off him.

“Awww my favourite little brother being all mature” You giggled, taking your turn to hug Harry, admittedly a little shorter than Tom’s, but still with lots of gratitude.

“Please get stop loving me and get back into the car!” Harry yelled as he stormed off to Sian, leaving both you and Tom in fits of laughter. Grasping each others hand simultaneously the laughter continued as you followed Harry down the street to the car.

Seeing you standing there; feeling your arms wrapped round his neck ; hearing your oh so sweet voice had Tom feeling…. Feeling lighter. It was as though your mere presence gave him the strength to carry all the things that were previously weighing him down like a truck. What was extraordinary though, was how it wasn’t just psychological. He literally felt his joints feel looser, he felt his body flood with warmth and he felt his heart calming down. When you’d first been getting close to each you’d had rather the opposite effect. Which was surprising because that was at the point Tom had never felt more confident - he had just returned form a avengers press tour, where naturally everyone had just loved him and played up to his every whim. He had legions of girls, some of them drop dead gorgeous where falling at his feet. And yet, when he met you it was as though he was transported back into his incredibly awkward teenage years. It was infuriating, he knew he could act cool and unbothered and smooth however as soon as you stood informant of his it was like his mind melted, filling it with utter gibberish and garble. In fact, he was plainly floored by you - how kind and pure hearted you were, how respectful and how you found hhis jilted flirting adorable and not to forget how drop dead gorgeous you are.

It had taken a while and a hell of a lot of opening up, but over time he found the opposite happening. Your presence became something else entirely, not one that would put him on his toes and have his heart racing - more of a comfort. He slept better when you were beside him, his nerves never got the better of him if you were there to cheer him on. He could relax completely without any fear of judgement, any worry at all with you. What you had done is change the definition of something so fudemental and a given in life. You’d changed home from a place to something much more intangible. A person; a feeling; a connection. You were his home.

“Sian are we close?” You asked, turning your attention away from the two brothers annecdotes from filming, realising Sian must’ve been driving for about 30 minutes.

“Yep just the next right I think” Sian replied gently while turning the wheel as the indicator clicked.

“Where are we going?” Tom asked, looking first at you then pleadingly at Harry- knowing he had more of a chance with his brother.

“Well” You started and he whipped his head back round “I know it’s late and you’ve been working all day, but you have alater 10 o’clock call time tomorrow instead of 6, so this is the best night to do something. We found a driving range-with heaters” which was a very important factor since Cleveland was bloody freezing “- that we thought you’d like to play a game or two?” The massive smile in response meant you’d hit the nail on the head.

“And soz but I’m crashing the game otherwise- and no offence, but you would win waayyyy toooo easy Tom” Harry butted in and sniggered as he interrupted the lovey-dovey stares. You gasped at that in mock offence, holding your hand over your chest.

“Oi you, Paddy has been teaching on the Holland boys days out you both missed- I’ll have you know I now am aware that you have to get the ball into the hole, not a goal as previously thought.”

The boys both groaned in unison and Y/n wiggled her eyebrow grinning, elbowing Tom slightly in the side. “Things might have changed since you left you know?”

Yet another thing Tom loved so completely about you, was how effortlessly you had fitted into his family. Honestly, none of the Hollands could imagine life without you anymore - especially Nikki, who had quite literally attempted adopting you so she officially wasnt the only female in the immediate family. Sam used you as an expert taster for all his marvellous culinary creations (even if your judgement was always the same, it was very good); Dom often ended up picking your brains about your work, he found you ‘actual proper’ job as a doctor simply amazing , where all his family had never been especially acadmeically gifted; and Paddy just plain saw you as his older sister. So it was hardly surprising at all that when two of their actual kids flew across the world , you’d been the obvious placeholder. Yes, golf was most definitely your forte - but you were enthusiastic, with a positive (if flightily misguided) give it a go attitude.

The try-try-and-try-again attitude that never really worked … until Paddy taught you how to hit a clean drive.

“I am not joking, I am asking the lady at the desk there’s no way!”

“Tom you are the worst looser I have ever met! I didn’t cheat, I’ve just taken up a new hobby”

“There is no way Tom… no way she can get that good” Harry huffed as he ran straight past you to catch up with Tom, making sure that you did see the harsh glare he shot him. The outrage that Y/n had beaten them both at the driving range was way worse than anything you could’ve predicted- now you sort of were wishing you’d let them win. Oh wait…. Of course you weren’t - this was priceless. Especially their faces when you’d launched your first ball super accurately inn the centre of the second furthest away target. They had reacted as if you had just stripped butt naked, you thought; standing their jaws hanging with a look of almost fear in their eyes.

“You could see the balls land with your own eyes! Practice makes perfect!”

“Thats not fair though! It took you like 8 weeks to be like that?”

“I mean you were obviously just taught by the wrong Holland, Paddy’s a pretty good teacher!” You smiled as your trio turned the corner and walked through reception, seeing Harry desperate to ask the receptionist but Tom just looking over his shoulder to give a hurt look to at you.

“I’m going to ban you from being closer to my brothers than me”

“I can’t help if he’s cuter then you alright?” You smirked and raised an eyebrow, as Tom stopped in his tracks and turned to face you.

“That’s it… your gonna get it” he spoke in a low voice, with a mischievous look in his eye, abruptly he launched himself at you - barely having time to swerve away from him and start a sprint towards the exit, giggling as you took a glance back to see Tom chasing you out, Harry quickly in tow too.

“Your not allowed to beat me at golf!” In a jokey voice, you heard Tom yell, just as you reached the sleek black 4x4 and hurdling yourself into it.

“I’m in the car it’s a no fight zone!” You cowered in the corner,back pressed up against the opposite door and arms crossed to make an ‘x’ sign in front of her body.

“That is not how it works” Tom and Harry grinned from the open door. As fast as lightning they both vaulted in and started tickling you, making you screech curses at the two of them.

“Alright alright kids, no fighting while I’m driving thats an order.” Sian calmly spoke, trying to hide the laughter from her voice, as the two men retreated and helped to pull you up from the position half on the floor that your squirming had gotten you to.

“Get off my leg Tom… arghhh… thanks Sian, I’m sorry they’re so moody, I just whipped their asses at golf”

“You’re here to make me feel better right? Not doing a good job so far” Tom’s snide remark meant you scrunched up your nose while plugging her seatbelt in, making sure to jab Tom’s side hard as you did so.

“How did I end up sandwiched in between you two twats then?” You grinned from the middle seat as Harry just rolled his eyes looking out the window, and Tom gave you a loving smile- not able to hide his relief of your presence.

“Think it’s about a 40 minute drive you gotta enjoy” Sian smiled looking at you via the rear view mirror, to which Tom couldn’t quite stifle the yawn that escaped.

After all he had done much more than the typical 9-5 hours work, and the golfing was an unexpected addition to the already long day. His excitement and just pure joy at having you here had made him forget about It all for a couple of hours - but now his exhaustion was catching up with him with a vengeance. Instinctively you wrapped you arm round Tom and in doing so pulled him into your side.

“Get some rest huh?” You whispered into his forehead, and all Tom could do was reply with a weary nod, letting his eyes slip close to the constant beat of Ally’s heart. You immediately sensed Tom was properly out of it, and contented yourself looking out his window for a few minutes, before you felt something heavy briefly whack your other shoulder. Jumping a little at the contact, you looked round to see Harry’s head bobbing side to side in a light slumber. In the midst of worry for Tom, you hadn’t realised the kid had been doing the same long hours as him. Plus dealing with Tom and being Tom’s support, which surely took it out of him. Harry had always been ‘the most important brother’ in your eyes. Just because Tom trusts him so implicitly and completely, they had an understanding only real brothers could get to but also extended far beyond blood. When you’d first been introduced Harry had been colder to you. It wasn’t personal though, he just wanted to be sure on you and your intentions with Tom because as he well knew often when people saw Tom they didn’t just see an opportunity for love. It was an opportunity for a lifestyle, for fame, for relevance. Harry took a while before he trusted you but now you were miles and miles beyond that point. So now, being at a stage with Harry where he was phoning you to come and fly out to save Tom (and him too). It was not to be taken lightly. Therefore, you gently pressed your hand to Harrys face and pushed him to lean against her other shoulder too- hoping to cure the dark circles under his eyes a little bit too.

You were quite content for the rest of the journey, feeling warmth radiate through your body as the two men breathed deeply and calmly either side of you. You sort of didn’t want the car journeyer to end - but sure enough it wasn’t long till Sian was pulling into the hotel entrance.

“Get you a girl that can do both, beat yo ass at golf and look after your family” Sian whispered as she handed the phone back to you, after having taken some of your favourite ever photos, the 2 boys asleep on your shoulders while you pulled a variety of different faces. Smiling back at Sian, you then sighed-knowing she had to wake the two up, given their exhaustion you didn’t really want to either.

“Boys…boys… hey let’s get you both into bed yeh?” You spoke softly, gently raising your shoulders in order to disturb them both. Harry’s head immediately shot up, his eyes puffy and half open, but a sheepish look on his face as he realised how he was sleeping. Just responding with a smile that said it was all okay, before you turned her attention to Tom- forever stubborn to wake up, at least nothing had changed there.

“Come on Tom, can’t have you sleeping in the car all night” You pushed again, this time lifting Tom’s head, earning a very deep groan as his eyes slid open and he pushed against the movement. It was at this point Harry slammed the car door shut, making Tom jump out of his skin, you loosing the hope of any serene wakeup call. Rubbing Toms arm, relaxing the tension now present in his body you encouraged him once again. “Come on lets get inside mister”

His hotel room was exactly what you’d expect for an a-lister and lead actor in a million pound film. Large, modern, squeaky clean and posh. It was almost too big to be filled by one person though, Tom had always found it a bit cold and just not cosy - why he opted to spend the majority of his down time either fast alseep or in somebody else’s company. Both of those also stopped him getting too much in his head - or more accurately in his characters head. Cherry was a weird character and from interviewing all the veterans and lengthy discussion of his past, Tom almost felt as if he had in some small way experienced what Cherry had. Felt what Cherry did. Thought like Cherry did.

And that was a sure fire way to fuck yourself up.

Now, with you here in his room haphazardly digging through your case, if felt warmer. The cold but brilliant white lights seemed to have softened to a gently warm glow that bounced off your skin and made your figure look almost angelic to Tom. You were his home.

“What are you waiting for?” You mused while turning away from your (now) inside out suitcase, proudly carrying her pyjamas which you had found hidden at the bottom the whole time- not the most practical packing in the world. All the while Tom sat on his bed, back leaning against the headboard and arm bent behind his head too.

“Just thinking that I need to go through all the scenes for tomorrow” A monotonous tone laced his voice, for he knew he couldn’t spend the night the way he really wanted to, safely wrapped up with you.

“Oh… well let’s go through it together then hey? We will be done in no time; but if you want we can go over them again tomorrow morning.” It was a practical suggestion, a helpful action you could implement - even if you had a feeling Tom wouldn’t just agree. Since his lines clearly weren’t the only thing on his mind this evening.

“Yeh but everyone on set is already sick of me after today… I can’t be being shit as well as horrid” his voice was small as the memory of how he snapped at some of the extras had him cringing inwardly at himself. He shouldn’t have been that rude, shouldn’t have blurted it out, should of offered a solution rather than just critiquing.

“Hey would you kindly shut it? No one is sick of you, everyone is just ready for christmas and missing their families. Now get changed” Your soft tone turning into an imperative order, as you threw his pyjama bottoms at the him, smashing into his face before falling into his lap.

“Oi” he shouted, but followed instructions and stood up reaching round to pull his hoodie off. Stood shirtless, his side was exposed to the now changed you, the sight making you gasp and clamber over the bed to gently touch Tom’s back. You followed the outline of an impressive patch of bruising, stretching from the bottom edge of his shoulder blade all the way to his hip.

“Tom, what the hell happened?” Whispering in fear, Tom turned round to face you, seeing your eyes watering up as you kept glancing at his back. He was littered in a variety of purple, yellow and slightly green marks on the whole of his left flank. It looked like a minor crush injury, not something a pampered actor gets after a day of filming infront of tens of people including an onset medic and health and safety risk assessor.

“What?” Tom asked before turning to the mirror and looking back over his shoulder to see the bruises for himself. He hadn’t expected the ache to look that bad. “oh - I - er… Today the scene, I get smashed to the floor by someone and I kept doing it wrong so we had to do it lots I guess.” He looked away and down at your feet, not being able to meet his girlfriends eyes suddenly. You just nodded, trying to blink back the tears- he had truly been broken by this role both physically and now mentally- he hadn’t even put a stop to the constant and clearly severe pain.

“Put your stuff on” your voice was muted, as you waited for Tom to get prepared. He turned around again and then replaced his trousers and quickly pulled a top on to hide the marks, suddenly embarrassed. In the silence the sound of his clothes dropping to the floor, then of him sitting on the bed again- throwing his legs over so now he mirrored your position - the sounds were pretty defeaning.

“I love you so much….” Barely whispering, you suddenly ripped the duvet out from under you both holding it over you as you swung a leg over Tom so you straddled him, slightly leaning over him and letting the blanket rest on top of your back.In your position you looked down in an almost scary way to his warm brown eyes. Tom swore you were literally reading his thoughts, your intense gaze absolutely crumbling any walls he thought he’d be able to hold up. Pressing a gentle peck to his lips you then whispered onto his lips, letting him feel your words as well as hear them. “ …So that’s why we are going to sleep right now and you can worry about all of that tomorrow”

“Y/n I-“

“Your safe with me.” You were not standing for his nexuses and arguments, as you slid down his body - ending with your head resting on his chest, you legs tangled with his. Once you’re properly rested you’ll learn them ten times faster than what you can now… Before you get ill I am telling you to take a break. I’m not going to let you not. So relax and-….Tom?” Ending with a whisper, you delicately lifted your head off his slowly rising chest to see your broken boyfriend already asleep; lips parted as soft snores crept through the silence. In reality as soon as you’d said that he was safe the exhaustion had completely over taken him. Desperately needing to recharge his batteries, no matter how much he had wanted to stay up and work late it could never really happen - at this point physically impossible.

“Sleep well Tom” she smiled, planting a kiss on his cheek with a sad smile.

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The next day rolled around all too quickly, but the morning was much better than any of the past couple of months because you were together. Tom, having had a solid 7 hours of sleep compared to his normal 5, was for once ready for the day. He’d gone through the script with a certain someones help in record time, and now the three were just pulling up at the set.

“You’ve been awful quiet this car ride…” you grinned as she clasped Tom’s hand across the empty seat, making Harry turn around and give you a warning glance. Oops. In a moment where Tom went to the loo at breakfast, Harry had fully disclosed everything that had happened on set yesterday- especially the burst of anger. So naturally, Tom was feeling nervous and scared to face everyone.

“It will be fine I promise… and if not tell them I’m your personal body guard- no one will be rude to you if me and Harry are ready to attack” Tom let out a breathy nervous laugh, only then meeting your eyes.

“ A fly wouldn’t be threatened by you two. Harry would just take a photo while you’d check their pulse or something”

“Errrm” Harry furrowed his eyebrows as he contorted round from the front seat so Tom could see his disapproving look, meanwhile Tom was dodging your affectionate fake-slaps.

“Children we’re here” Sian sighed as she brought the car to a steady halt “and if you could get through the day without killing each other I’d appreciate it, otherwise I’m out of the job”

“Not promising anything when I’ve got these pair to deal with” Tom grinned as he opened the car door, before anyone else could retaliate.You laughed before quickly following suit, joining Tom at the front of the car and interlocking your fingers with Tom’s. Hesitating for a moment Harry took a second before unplugging and leaning for the door handle.

“You see what I mean?” Turning his head to look at Sian “It’s sickening how happy they are.”

“Yeh but your glad about it don’t lie” she grinned, before practically shooing the poor boy out her car.

“But dont tell them!” Shouting in reply, as the car was already pulling out.

Tom’s body seemed to tense more the closer you walked to the crew tent, you could feel the way he squeezed his shoulders back and his jaw tensed and untensed. There was little you could do apart from squeezing his hand that little bit tighter - further reiterating the fact you would always always be in his corner. Perhaps the most telling about Tom’s own character was how truly guilty he felt for the way he was with the crew. Normally, he was one of the most down to earth actors around - no trace of an ego or superiority complex. It didn’t matter if you were a cleaner or head of a multimillion dollar studio, Tom would pay both the same amount of respect. He always out that completely down to his upbringing and mum and dad, but even that was being humble. He was just a good person to the core, no one saw that more than you either. It’s part of love, you see the good and the bad parts of a person and promise to unashamedly love them all.

Just before you both had made it into the main tent, Tom was pulled away. “Oh Tom we wanted to talk to you about yesterday!” The familiar voice of Joe Russo called, as he and Anthony ran up to Tom from his left, giving a little nod of greeting to the actor, before falling in step with him.

“Morning, I-uh I wanted to apologise actually-“Tom was cut off while you hung back off to his right, not wanting to intrude on this conversation.

“No we should. The team were all being slow yesterday, and they were making some hard scenes harder on you. We really appreciate what you are putting yourself through for the sake of the film.”

“But still I acted like a brat and I’m sorry”

“Tom” Anthony spoke up for the first time. He was a man of limited words- but whenever he spoke everyone listened. “ You are one of the best, most-dedicated actors we’ve ever worked with. We’re all overtired, run down and ready for the holidays. You’re missing your family too. It’s already forgotten… So let’s just get on with the movie?” Tom smiled, pressing his lips together to stop their kindness overtaking his emotions. Tom always felt safe with the Russo’s. They’d dealt with him when he really just was a kid actor - overwhelmed and without a clue what was happening. They’d dealt with hiM adjusting to fame and the much bigger part Marvel seemed to want him to play in the future. They trusted him with this, most incredibly complex and also personal film for them. So when they spoke and they said it didn’t matter, Tom was much more likely to agree. Then proceeded the bro-hugs, as the men all showed they were good with each other.

“Well lets make a motherfucking movie!” Tom exclaimed once they broke the hug and the brothers laughed at him. “Oh where-d….” He muttered as he looked round before meeting your eyes, still standing rather awkwardly a couple of meters behind them. “ Joe, Anthony you remember Y/n?” Nodding and smiling the brothers beckoned you over; both greeting you with a warm handshake.

“Good to see you again!” You grinned and the directors responded nodding.

“We didn’t know you were coming! I would’ve made a list of all my doctor question for you.” Joe winked, knowing your pet-peeve was people asking you all their gory body questions as soon as they found out she was a doctor. You didn’t need to know about you dentists acid reflux issue, you didn’t need to know about your granny’s friend’s constipation, and you really really didn’t need to know about an old friends erectile dysfunction.

“Ha ha ha “ You rolled your eyes sarcastically “ and no it was a bit of a spontaneous trip, I just landed last night.” Throughout the whole of the exchange Anthony had taken an aloof stance, just observing you and Tom. Observing the bright smile Tom gave you, even when you were simply making small talk. The way he looked so much healthier, well rested and just happy, in the space of a single evening.

“I’m glad you’re here” Anthony basically interrupted the conversation, addressing you then immediately turning on his heel towards the set.

“Uhh right- get to make up we’ll call a cast meeting in a bit” Joe stammered, giving his brother a funny look before addressing Tom “ and we’ll have to have a proper catch up later.” You nodded in response, as Joe turned and did a half jog to catch up with his brother.

“That was weird!?” You frowned as you looked up at Tom. He explained the encounter in rather simplistic terms.

“That was Anthony.”

The morning was spent with Tom doing what he does best in front of the camera. They were shooting a larger scene for the army section of the movie, with at least 100 actual soldiers as extras, all geared up in full camo outfits. It was impressive, but also gave you a chance to meet Ciara - you’d been dying to meet her since Tom told you what a laugh she was. Fair to say you weren’t disappointed at all, you guys hitting it off instantly and you going as far as giving Ciara some embarrassing Tom stories that she could wind him up with in the future. Of course though, the main attraction was seeing Tom act first hand. Every time it astounded you, even though you knew that face so completely, in all his movies he fully had you believing he was someone else. It was mesmerising and you couldn’t be any prouder.

“You’re amazing! I seriously forgot how good you are!” You ran over as Joe Russo called cut to the end of the morning shoot.

“Well er thanks I guess” Tom furrowed his eyebrows as you wrapped him in a hug. He’d just canned a pretty hard scene and everyone was more than ready for a lunch break. You’s been watching from behind the cameras with Harry the whole time, after Tom gave you permission to sit in his special set chair.

“Seriously I’m very…. “ Her speech broken with an impressive yawn “….very proud of you.” In thanks Tom gave you a kiss first to your nose and then lips.

“I take it someones not adapting to jet lag?” He chuckled as he pulled away and cupped your face in his hands.

“Which I’m totally ashamed about considering I work night shifts… my body clocks supposed to be better than this” Angrily, you vented, frustrated at your own body when all you wanted to do was stays within reaching distance of Tom. Even if Tom had had the best sleep of this whole shoot last night, you’d been to over excited and enthralled just absorbing every little thing about him that you’d missed so much that you’d been wide awake the majority of the night. If you blamed you fatigue on jet lag alone, it would be an impressive lie.

“Go take a nap in my trailer… Harry can you take her?”

“Yes master” Harry bowed down and wobbled his head sarcastically, making you giggle.

“At least this way you get a break from him” You grinned to Tom’s brother, which Harry could only agree with. Giving Tom a parting kiss , you followed Harry away from set. It was at this point that Anthony excused himself from the monitors reviewing the footage, and approached Tom.

“Kid… that was great that scene.”

“Thanks mate, means a lot” Getting his directors approval forever reassured Tom, letting him relax his shoulders a bit as he nodded gratefully to Anthony.

“Well it’s just truth… so your girlfriend, Y/n right?”

“Yeh that’s her” Tom nodded, suddenly a little concerned as to where Anthony was going with this. You had met the Russo’s a number of times, and it never before seemed as though Anthony had an issue with you- at least to Tom’s knowledge.

“Right well um… you know how I don’t really get involved in all this stuff…” Tom nodded, folding his arms apprehensively. “But I just thought I should say that she’s really good for you.” Tom silently breathed a sigh of relief and waited for Anthony to get to the point. “Joe told me you had a rough patch at the beginning of the year so… I don’t know our industry is hard. And harder for you and her in the spotlight… Just seeing you with her today…Don’t be afraid to take the next steps with her…Don’t let her get away.” Tom was stunned to say the least. Anthony is the last person he had ever expected to get relationship advice from.

“I um yeh… I don’t know I hadn’t really thought about it. I mean we’ve been together for 2 and a bit years, well including the break… she means the world to me-“

“Well don’t waste it”

And that was the end of the conversation. Anthony turned to his trailer to get lunch and Tom just stood, replaying the conversation in his head. Weird to say the least.

But it did get the cogs turning. It did get Tom really seriously considering his future. Or rather considering your future together.

And that was for certain. It was you and him, always.

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imastrangeone98 · 4 years

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In Charge

(A/N: ngl I read nsfw text posts on istg and those kinda set me on fire)

WARNING: pegging; very very mild degradation; bad comedy; slight angst. Bad writing- im very new to this particular scene

I'm trying to be better at nsfw warnings

Established relationship- so probably vendetta

Leon understood that Sarah had a hard job.

His, at the very least, was simple: get a call, go to some virus-infested shithole, and deal with the corporate jackass that started the whole thing. Then he got at least a three-month break and looked after the kids until the next biohazard disaster.

But Sarah... She had to deal with the corporates in the first place, day after day after day. She had to play nice with the politicians and fellow scientists who arrogantly took her with a grain of salt until their own ignorance blew up in their faces. Sometimes literally.

He did his best to make her life easier. He made the meals, helped the kids with homework, and did most of the chores- ignoring the way she would always try to do the dishes behind his back.

And to her credit, she was doing her best. She hardly complained, and she never raised her voice at home. She tried hard to separate work from family, and she made it clear to their children that she would be there for them.

But she was cracking. Her eyes twitched more when her assistants chattered like nonsensical birds. She started missing meetings and staying up late in the lab, furiously whipping up chemical cocktails of potential antidote samples until he had to drag her exhausted body out.

She was hurting. And he was lost on how he could help her.

Well... he thought as he cautiously eyed the toy in his hands. Maybe this could work.

It was a good opportunity. Zane has gone to a sleepover with some friends, and Claire was more than willing to look after Grace for the night.

The front door slammed open and shut. "Leon? You home?"

With an embarrassed squeak, he shoved the toy under the bed and hurried downstairs. "Hey, honey. You're back early."

"Yeah- they let me off the hook today. Thank whatever deity above for that." She shucked off her coat with a wince, and rubbed her shoulders. "Zane and Grace hanging around somewhere?"

"No, he went to a sleepover. Grace went to Claire's for a girl's night." He hung her coat on the rack and set about heating up leftovers. "How was work?"

The heavy sigh she let out was an answer in of itself. But one of the many things he always admired about her was her adamant refusal to not communicate, even at the cusp of insanity.

"It's... it's fine, 자기." She stretched as he placed the admittedly humble meal of fried rice, side dishes and miso soup in front of her. "I'm dealing with it. Food looks good."

"It'd better be," he joked. "It's your recipe."

She snickered, but made no other reply. Well, at least it was a good start.

He sat down beside her and fidgeted with his hands, watching as she scarfed down her dinner. The dark circles under her eyes were much more prominent- it made his heart sink.

It was now or never.

"Sarah, I know it's been really tough on you lately. Any way I can help?"

She froze. Bits of rice clung to the sides of her mouth, and he wiped them away.

"...I mean, it's just the normal bullshit, y'know? I can deal with it, babe; don't worry about it."

"Sarah..."

With a sigh, she set down the spoon and ran a hand through her messy hair. "I don't know, Leon. I just don't know. I'm trying, but everything's just pissing me off. Research is failing, subordinates are shitty, and the higher ups are being an absolute bitch."

He didn't interrupt, but he slowly linked their hands together. She gave his a gentle squeeze.

"And honestly, I'm this close to not giving a shit anymore." Resting her head on the table, she gazed up at him with the most exhausted look he'd ever seen on her. "It's such a shitty thing to say, but... some part of me's just tempted to let them get what's coming to them."

He hummed. "I don't blame you. They sound like assholes."

"They are assholes."

"You find a way to work out the stress?" He lovingly stroked her hair, and she closed her eyes and nearly purred. "It isn't healthy to keep it in."

"I know. I just... haven't figured anything out yet. I'll find something."

He swallowed. The plan was going well, but he still felt nervous bringing it up.

"So... uh... I have something, if you want to try it."

Sarah lifted an eyebrow. "And what on earth would that be?"

"When you finish up, I'll show you." He wasn't nearly as good as his wife when it came to sounding sexy, but he tried to add a hint of smoothness to his voice.

It worked. A flicker of curiosity and arousal passed through her eyes, and she began to shovel food into her mouth.

[...]

"...Well." She stared at the strap-on with a strange intensity. "This is new."

"Yeah." Leon actually had the decency to blush. "I figured... uh... we could... um..."

Sarah laughed. "We've fucked for over ten years, and you still get blushy."

"...Not true." But his bright red face only helped prove her point.

"Sure, baby." Her eyes narrowed; her smile turned a little more crooked. "C'mere."

He slunk towards her, already feeling naked under her hot gaze. Her hands didn't waste any time with tugging at the edge of his shirt, pulling it up over his head, and skimming over his chest.

She leaned in close and pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to his shoulder. With a soft hum, he leaned into her touch, sliding a hand near the base of her hair and giving it a sharp yank.

Almost immediately, she growled. "Behave."

"Or what?" he whispered. "You'll spank me?"

"Tempting." Leaning away, she stared deep into his eyes. "Safeword?"

He thought for a second. "Mercy."

"Alright." Sarah tilted her head towards the bed. "Strip and get on. I'll see what I can do."

Without hesitation, he rid himself of his shorts, leaving himself with only his boxers, and laid down on the soft blankets, unable to resist watching her as she moved about the room, ripping off her clothes, grabbing a small bottle of lube and...

He guffawed. "What are you doing?"

"Reading the fucking instructions. What else?" Her eyes were glued to the straps as she played around with them, muttering under her breath. "So it goes like this... then tighten the strap here..."

Leon couldn't help but giggle. "Smart as you are, but you're helpless against a toy."

She immediately glared at him, and it sent a jolt of electricity up his body. "If you're just gonna blabber, come over here."

"What?"

"Put that mouth of yours to good use, before I do something about it." The promise sounded dark- he had no doubt that she'd actually try to shut him up if he kept being bratty.

And that was a whole other ball game.

So he played nice. He kept quiet.

"Good boy." After a few minutes, she must have gotten the process down, because she had the toy strapped snug over her hips like an expert.

"Shit."

Leon had his fantasies, and then he had reality. And this- his perfect, badass wife with a strap-on and danger in her eyes- was so much better than anything he could possibly dream of.

"This is real, right?" he murmured, staring up at her.

"Does this feel real to you?" When she placed a cool hand on the overly hot skin of his hip, he shivered. "Yeah, thought so."

Slowly, she hooked a finger under the waist and of his underwear and pulled it off, his hardening cock springing out from its prison.

The soft moan he let out was inevitable. "More...?"

"Zip it." Sarah gave his ass a sharp slap, and he blushed harder. "You gotta start being patient."

"I don't have to do shit."

His eyes widened at the realization of what he'd done. Shit...

Her eyes narrowed. "Are you seriously gonna play this game with me right now?"

He swallowed. "...No?"

"I don't believe you." With a sigh, she popped off the cap of the bottle. "Looks like you need a punishment. Turn over."

He obeyed. A tremble of anticipation ran through him as he saw her lube her fingers.

"Hold still, baby," she cooed. The gentle press of fingers near his hole was enough to make his knees weak. "We good?"

"Yeah," he croaked, wiggling his hips, trying his hardest to tempt her. "We're good."

It must have worked, because he felt a slick finger press right into his ass, and he yelped. Instantly, she shushed him and rubbed his hip, before going back to stroking his insides, stretching him out, making him groan.

"Shit," she whispered. Her grip on his hip only tightened. "You have any idea what you look like right now?"

He just moaned.

"You even sound like a slut."

He couldn't process Sarah's words- just on the fact that she had a digit- now two digits- rubbing against his walls, hitting a spot that made him howl.

"Just a little more." Hot lips pressed on his shoulder. "Loosen up for me."

He kept rolling his hips, trying to get her to hit that spot again. "Please..." he moaned. "Please..."

But to his horror, her fingers froze before slowly, painstakingly, pulling out. Leon whined, only to get another smack on his asscheeks.

"Don't be such a whore," she spat. "Or I won't give it to you."

"No...!" His hands felt too weak, and he felt ready to collapse onto the mattress. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please-!"

"Please, what?" Her voice softened, almost to the point of insanity. "Use your words, pet."

"Fuck me! Please fuck me! I can't-! I need you, I need you, I need you-"

Without warning, the tip of the lubed dildo slipped past his entrance, already sending a sharp sense of fullness in his belly.

"Stop tightening up," she sighed, stroking his thigh. "Relax, baby. Relax."

He kept panting, trying to not flex his muscles, trying so hard to be a good boy, such a good boy for me-

By the time he managed to stop drooling, her hips met his own with a soft slap.

She moaned above him. "Fuck. You look so pretty like this, you know that?"

He stammered something, but he didn't know what. The only solid answer he could give her was a jolt that let the toy sink in deeper inside him.

"Shit."

Leon felt like he was about to combust. Pain and pleasure had mixed to the point where they were inseparable. All he could do was sink further into the hole of depravity he'd dug for himself- and all too willing to do so.

"Leon?" Sarah whispered into his ear, a hand firmly grasping the base of his cock. He whined, thrusting shallowly into her hand. "Good?"

He just moaned. It wasn't just good- it was fantastic.

"Tell me."

"Good!" he hissed as the strap-on pressed deliciously to his prostate. "So good!"

She began to thrust. His hips followed on their own to match each one. Ripples of pleasure pulsed throughout his body, and he was unable to stop moaning and begging for her to give it to him more, give me more, please-

He buried his face in the pillow, too lost in the pleasure to care about holding anything but his ass up.

Sarah leaned down to press kisses to the nape of his neck as she stroked his profusely leaking cock, chuckling at the way he jumped from the unexpected stimulation. "You close, baby?"

"Uh huh~" he croaked, too incoherent to say anything else. "More...?"

"So greedy." But her thrusts picked up in speed.

His hands scrabbled for purchase on the sweat-slick sheets. His gut burned with the need to release, release, release.

"Lemme cum~" he slurred, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. "Please, please lemme cum."

"You wanna cum?" She curled her lip, as if to challenge him, but he was reassured at the way her eyebrows furrowed at the middle, and the way her hands shook at his sides.

She was on the edge, too.

"Yeah~" He smiled at her- a sweet, droopy smile. "Make me cum, mama~"

Her eyes widened. Immediately, her pace quickened even more. The toy started ramming against his prostate over and over again, making him gasp.

"Good boy," she moaned. "Cum for me."

And he came. Hot ropes of cum spilled onto the mattress, drops of it on his stomach, and some just below his chin.

"Fuck." With a grunt, Sarah pulled out of him, unstrapping herself from the toy and tossing it aside as she crawled up the bed to cradle him in her arms. "You did so good. So good. I'm so proud of you."

He grinned lazily at her. "Yeah? You feel good?"

"Yeah. I feel great, actually." With a soft smile, she pressed a kiss to his lips. "Thanks, baby."

"No problem..." His eyes drifted closed for a few seconds.

"Hang tight. Imma get a towel for you and change the sheets, and we can cuddle. You need anything?"

"...Water, please..."

"You got it." She ruffled his hair before dashing off to the bathroom.

As she lovingly wiped off the slick on his ass and gave him sips of ice cold water, he couldn't help but think to himself:

This was a great idea.

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A/N: I have never done this type of nsfw before and it really shows I think 😅 but ngl im still pretty proud of what I managed to put out

Rip Leon's asshole ;) but he loves it so...

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x oc #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x oc

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hazinhoodies · 5 years

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Mal en Point (part xv)

Koh!Harrison x Angel!Reader

A/N: uh i know its been a while and im sorry, uni is really hard and all im really asking is that you give me the same support that you give other writers when they dont post regularly or they post sporadically like i am iright now. quite frankly i don’t think i’ve been getting that but anyways. heres this. enjoy.

Warnings: overwhelming fluff, uh me not knowing what to write in the first half, uh i wrote most of this while i was drunk so sorry

Word Count: 2.7k

“Lilith put some new stuff in your wardrobe I believe, why don’t you look through those?” Harry asks as you round the corner down the hall that leads to your bedroom, you were starting to get to know your way around better. You’d just told him about Harrison asking you to dinner and inquired about what to wear. Truthfully, he was the best friend you had down here. Harry had smirked when you told him about Harrison’s proposition, clearly, he knew something you didn’t, but you didn’t pester about it.

“Well, that was the plan, look through what I have. I’ll figure something out hopefully” You push open the door to your room and Harry follows you in, sitting down in the velvet upholstered chair in front of the vanity in your room and spinning it so it faces you and the wardrobe you search through.

“You know I'm not much help with this, right? I’m not the best at this sort of stuff. I’ve got about seven of the same shirt and pants in my closet and that’s because Harrison chose them for me then I just stuck with it.” Harry lounges back in the chair, tapping his fingers along the arm.

“Yeah but you have eyes. You can tell me if something’s okay or not.” You continue to search through, stopping at a dress that looks eerily similar to the one Iezebel wore the one time you met her. You run the fabric between your fingers before moving on. That just felt wrong to you. You stop at a red one, not a deep burgundy red, a vibrant red, and pull it out, looking at it momentarily before turning it around to show Harry who only shrugs and tells you to try it.

You look at yourself in the mirror of the en-suite bathroom off of your room. You feel out of place. Like you stand out too much. As if that’s not how you’ve felt this entire time. The dress stops a little lower than your mid-thigh and hugs your waist in a way that you love. Stepping out of the bathroom finally, Harry’s attention moves from lighting and extinguishing the oil lamp on your vanity and onto you where his eyes go wide.

“I don’t think you have to look much longer, that was easy,” Harry says and you shake your head, a tight smile on your lips. “I’m serious. If it’s that easy every time then I’m glad to help, or maybe I’m just way better at this than I thought” That time you laugh out loud.

“You did absolutely nothing but waste my lamp, don’t flatter yourself Harry” You laugh from the bathroom as you change back into your plain black clothing you were in before. You still don’t know how you feel about the black clothing. It suits you, it suits everyone really, but it doesn’t feel the same as the white. There’s something more comforting about it, it feels lighter. There aren’t a million rules attached to the colour. You don’t have to upkeep some unspoken oath to wear it.

“I have to get going, Haz wants me,” he says as he stands up, making his way over to you.

“What? How do you know?” You question, brows furrowed in confusion, so much so that the rest of your face scrunches up with it.

“I just know, weird things happen in hell, darling,” He says with a chuckle before continuing what he was going to say before. “Try not to stress too much about tonight. He’s not mean, not going to hurt you or anything. He’s just as nervous as you are, trust me.” He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, “Try to have fun, it’ll make things easier”

Harrison watches as the small wood post erupts into flames, staring at it as the ash crumbles down and falls onto the floor, the orange edges fading to black. He’s so distracted that he doesn’t even hear the door open.

“Not bad. How long that’d take you?” Harrison knows it’s Tom before he turns around but he still does, only to see him leaning against the wall, arms crossed in front of his chest, face illuminated by the flickering orange of the disintegrating post. Harrison glances back at the post, deciding to let it burn out on its own before turning back to Tom and walking towards him.

“Not long, couple seconds of focus” Harrison opens the door and holds it for Tom who pushes himself off the wall and heads out the door, letting Harrison follow him.

“Really? You’re doing better” Harrison replies with a hum as the door clicks shut behind him, Tom continues, “I could do that when we were ten years old”

“Haha, very funny” Harrison replies dryly to Tom’s comments, hoping he hides hurt from the nerve Tom hit. “Was there something you needed?”

“Just coming to tell you that I’m heading to Earth soon to look for Lucius”

“How long do you think it’ll take?”

“If it takes any longer than a couple days I’ll let you know” Harrison nods and the two are left in silence momentarily. “So when were you going to tell me about the date with the angel you’ve got?”

“It’s not a date. Were just having dinner”

“Okay but normally ‘just dinner’ between two people who are attracted to each other isn’t just dinner”

“You think she’s attracted to me?”

“Her and everyone else in Hell” Harrison feels his cheeks heat up at the thought. “I think it’s a bad idea but nothing I’ve ever said has ever stopped you from doing anything so try to have fun I guess? Oh and wear the red suit with the weird pattern thing and the two different shades of red” Tom gestures in vague shapes across his chest, trying to demonstrate what he was thinking, only making Harrison laugh. Tom stops and deadpans at Harrison.

“No, please keep going,” Harrison says with a laugh.

“Oh shut up, you know what one I mean. Div” Tom rolled his eyes when Harrison only laughed more. “Okay, I’m going to go save a kid or something like that.”

“You go do that. Don’t hurt yourself” Toms already walking down the hall, only responding with a shake of his head.

Tom was right. Harrison did know what suit he was talking about. He buttons up the cuff and looks in the mirror. Admittedly he looked good, or at least he felt like he did. He’d only ever worn this one a few times before but it looked nice. Harrison runs his hand over his rib and down the jacket, feeling the change in texture from the different fabrics. He takes in one deep breath and exhales before going to the dining hall to make sure it was alright before you arrived.

By the time that you had gotten there, Harrison had made sure that the overly large table, the table he never even used for that matter, was gone and replaced with a smaller circular one. Although it made the room seem ginormous and empty, he figured it was better than two people sitting at a table meant to seat forty.

Dinner went well. He thought so. You did too. You told him about Heaven, life with someone powerful as your father, not that he didn’t know what it was like, the two of you compared shitty experiences. He told you stories of him and Tom as children and all the stupid things they did and only sometimes got caught for. He had you laughing so hard that wine nearly came out of your nose, and you had his heart fluttering with every giggle or smile that left your lips. Nevertheless, the stories left you with a small feeling of secondhand dread. What had happened that made them stop being friends?

The two of you wandered the garden behind the castle for a while, neither of you want the date to end. You admired the leaves on the bushes that were maybe only six inches shorter than you, the ones scattered with pretty flowers, while Harrison admired you doing so, never having seen something so beautiful as you. Especially when you seem happy. The small smile on your lips was one he hoped to burn into his mind for eternity, he never wants to forget what you look like right now, eyes bright and endless. Granted, you didn’t see him watching you.

“I didn’t know Hell had anything so beautiful” Your voice was sweet and soft, Harrison wants to hear it over and over for the rest of his life. He’s certain that anything you say would sound like a symphony, beautifully in sync and perfectly harmonized. If you think this is beautiful, you should see yourself, he thinks.

“This garden was probably the only good thing my father ever did. He created it for my mother, an attempt to woo her into marrying him really. She always told me that she would have anyways” He says and you turn around to face him, the smile that you have creates a similar one on his.

“It is gorgeous” is all you say after, continuing to take steps along the garden path.

“Can I ask you something, Y/N?” He says as polite as he can.

“Of course” You respond shaking your head gently, your brows furrow for a fraction of a second, wondering why he’d ask to ask you a question.

“Why did you fall? What did you do?” He asks, genuinely curious. Of course, he’d gotten an answer from you earlier, now he was hoping for something more concrete, something about you is hidden in that answer and he wants to find it.

“I did it on purpose,” You say hesitantly, “Seven sins. It’ll get you down to hell faster than you can say it” You chuckle.

“You’ve told me that but why?” He asks further. You stare at the grown, your feet stepping along the soft dirt in the pathway through the bushes.

“When I was little,” You start, “my mother and I were very close. My whole family was. We all looked out for each other, I tried my best but I was too young at the time to really understand life. I have this vivid memory of my mother and I going into the Great Hall to see my father. That’s what I thought was happening at least. It wasn’t uncommon for us to go see him after work and for us all to go home together”

“Sounds lovely, really” He interjects when you pause.

“It was. It really was. But this time my father picks me up and mother kisses my cheek and there are tears in her eyes. She goes into this one room and my father and I aren’t allowed in. She tells me she loves me and the door shuts behind her. And that was the last time I saw her” You end the story and rub at your eyes. Harrison doesn’t really know how to react, so he stands there, mouth agape momentarily.

“I asked what happened to her when I was older. My dad said she was banished here but never gave me a reason. Never told me what she did” You look up at Harrison and he can see the tears in your eyes, the way they’ve been glossed over with tears, glassy and about to spill over. He moves before he can stop himself, his hands coming to rest against your cheek, his thumb ready to wipe away anything that might start to roll down. He can’t help but notice the way that you lean into his touch as your cheeks start to heat up, your eyes fluttering shut for a second. It hurts but he knows that he has to say this.

“We haven’t had an angel fall in well over million years until you” He hopes you ignore the way his voice cracked and put the pieces together on your own so he doesn’t have to explicitly say that she’s not here. So he doesn’t have to tell you that you fell for nothing. You start nodding, his hand finally falling from your cheek. “I’m sorry”

“I know. It’s okay, don’t worry” You wipe your eyes and continue through the garden, exiting the tall bushes and finding the flowers which seem to cheer you up somewhat. You squat down to look at some pink camellias, admiring them, Harrison can’t help but to notice the red spots on your back, right where your wings would be.

“Does that hurt?” He asks and you stand up.

“Hm? Oh only a little bit”

“Here, let me help,” He says and you turn around, pulling your hair over one shoulder to grant him access to your back. He presses his thumbs into the red spots, causing them to ache for a second before the pain starts to go away. Harrison stops sooner than you would’ve liked him too, his hands falling from your shoulder blades as he comes to stand in front of you. “Better?” he asks, and you nod, giving him a soft smile and a quiet ‘thank you’

“Of course, it’s from your wings growing back, but it shouldn’t last long” He explains and you give him another small nod. The two of you stand there for a moment, your eyes wander the rest of the garden, still in shock of how beautiful it is. Movement from Harrison in your peripherals catches your attention, he’s leaning down and pulling off a flower from the camellias you had just been looking at earlier, he breaks it off from near the ground, leaving minimal blank space in the other flowers and then breaks off the much too long length of stem to something smaller and more manageable as he stands.

“May I?” He asks and raises the flower to accompany the question and you nod with a smile. His empty hand brushes your hair behind your ear before he passes the flower into that hand and places it behind your ear, holding back your hair. You feel a blush rise to your cheeks at the action. “You really do look stunning Y/N, I’m not sure how clear I made that earlier”

“You made that very clear at dinner, don’t worry” You chuckle and his hand slips down to your cheek once again.

“Well, then this is me reminding you” He smiles, its toothy and adorable and you swear your heart melts right there. You don’t notice how much either of you had been leaning towards the other until you can feel his breath warm against your skin, sending chills down your spine

“Thank you” Your lips brush against his when you speak, teasing at more. It sends a spark across Harrison’s lip that he’s dying to feel again.

Harrison caves. He tilts your jaw up and pressed his lips against yours, the sparks come back, flurrying through every nerve in his body. He’s got both hands on your cheeks now as if he needs to feel that this is real, like if he lets go you’ll be gone, slipped through his fingers. Your hands come to rest where his collar bones meet his shoulders and soon enough they slide up, across the fabric of his dress shirt, his suit jacket still on the back of his chair in the dining room, and your hands clasped together behind his head, pulling him impossibly closer. If you could live in this moment forever you would, but the two of you are starting to run out of air, there isn’t even time to open your eyes before your lips are back on his after the momentary breath. You can feel him smile into the kiss and it makes you smile too until the two of you are giggling so much that you can’t even focus on kissing the other. Your foreheads rest together as you catch your breath, Harrison is the first to speak.

“Fuck” is all he says, making both of you laugh. You’d let him kiss you until you were black and blue. He continues; “Where have you been all my life"

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icyharrington · 6 years

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Sinful Thoughts (Michael Langdon X Reader) Part 1

ok now that i read this over i lowkey hate the way it turned out, but i spent a lot of time on it so im gonna post it anyways lmfao. y’all wanted sexual tension, so sexual tension you shall receive!

plot: you’re the epitome of a good christian girl. michael langdon intends to ruin that.

warnings: high school au, fem!Reader, masturbation, sexual tension, no actual smut

word count: 2.7k

“Alright, last pairing. (Y/n), your lab partner will be Michael Langdon.”

You were sure the color drained from your face, because a collective snicker spread itself throughout the classroom the minute you registered your teacher’s words. You’d always hated group projects. Even worse to you were involuntary pairings. Especially when it meant that you were now obligated to do your school project with the weirdly flirtacious kid who lived across the street from you.

You froze, looking across the classroom to the boy who’d been named. He smiled at you innocently, hands crossed neatly in front of him. Your stomach lurched.

“Uh, Ms. Calvin? Would it be okay if I, um, worked by myself instead? I don’t mind taking on the extra work.” You swallowed nervously. More laughter from your classmates, which you did not acknowledge.

Your teacher frowned, emphasizing the deep-set lines in her face. “If I let you work alone, I’d have to let everyone work alone. This project is meant to be completed with a partner.”

You sighed, trying not to seem too distressed as you fidgeted with the sleeves of your pale pink sweater. “Then could I possibly get a new partner?”

“Ms. (Y/l/n), sometimes we are dealt things in life that are not ideal to us. Michael is a perfectly capable young man, and you will work with him.”

“But-“

“Unless you have a valid reason not to work with Mr. Langdon, he will remain as your lab partner.”

You ran your tongue over your bottom lip. What was the reason you were so opposed to working with him? He hadn’t done anything to you, not really. You’d known him since he’d first moved into the neighborhood two years back- from the second you’d saw him, clad in all black with a confident stride, he made you nervous.

Of course, there was also the fact that he seemed to love making you uncomfortable. He’d make some sort of flirtatious comment nearly every time your paths crossed, and it made your insides churn. But still- it was possible he wasn’t even aware that he was being flirtatious, though you doubted that from the way his eyes would glint each time he’d make you blush.

The bell rang, jarring you, and you tucked your books away into your sensible messenger bag. Then you tugged gently on the dainty cross which hung around your neck on a thin gold chain. You always fiddled with it when you were feeling anxious; it brought you comfort to feel the smooth symbol under your fingers.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when somebody leaned on your desk, placing both hands palm-down with a startling thud. You didn’t even have to look up to see who it was: you saw a leather jacket and black button-up, along with large hands adorned with several rings.

“That wasn’t very nice of you,” came a smooth, slightly mocking voice. “What’s so bad about being my partner?”

You looked up timidly, flinching slightly under the boy’s piercing blue gaze. “Nothing. I just- um.” Your voice trailed off, and you realized it probably hadn’t been the wisest choice to request a new partner in front of the entire class.

“You just what?” He tilted his head to the side, widening his eyes. “You has no problem voicing your thoughts a minute ago.”

Since looking into his eyes was making you impossibly nervous, you tried instead to focus on his hair, which even you had to admit was lovely. “I just think we’d both work better with other partners.”

He shook his head, allowing his blond waves to fall in front of his eyes. “I’ve been nothing but nice to you, (y/n),” he said softly. “Perhaps you’d like me better if I weren’t so nice?”

You scoffed, and he cocked an eyebrow at you, seemingly pleased with your defiance as a grin began forming across his full lips.

“You’ve never been nice. You just love to make me uncomfortable.”

“If anything I’ve said has made you uncomfortable, then that’s on you.” He stood up straight, drumming his fingers on the black belt around his slim waist. “Why would you think I care enough to try and make you squirm?”

You pushed back in your chair and jumped to your feet, throwing your bag over your shoulder. “Just- don’t talk to me unless it’s about the project.”

“So we’ll meet on Friday, then?” he grinned at you, baring his perfectly straight teeth.

“I am not going to your house,” you snapped. “You can come to mine.”

“Fine with me. I’d love to see the way a girl like you lives.”

“I’m not even going to ask you what that’s supposed to mean,” you muttered, walking around your desk so you wouldn’t have to cross paths with Michael on your way out.

“Oh, (y/n)?” he said, just as you were about to leave. Back still to him, you grimaced.

“What?”

“That’s a nice necklace you’ve got on.”

Your hand flew up to your neck, caressing the cool metal frantically. In your head, a prayer repeated itself over and over; you shut your eyes, hoping it’d calm you down, but for the first time in your life, it didn’t.

ii.

The week went by impossibly fast, and before you knew it, it was Friday. You’d almost forgotten the plans you’d made with Michael— almost— but Michael had made sure to cheerily remind you that morning as you left your house to leave for school.

Now it was 3:59. He was supposed to come over at 4. Your palms sweat profusely as you waited in the living room, and you wiped them on your modest knee-length skirt.

You hoped maybe, by some miracle, he’d forget. But you knew that would never happen. He was looking forward to this, looking forward to getting under your skin.

The clock on your phone switched briskly to 4:00, and you winced. There was a beat, and then came three sturdy knocks on your front door. Of course he’d show up at 4 on the dot. What else had you expected?

You stood up and fixed your hair, hoping he wouldn’t be able to sense the intense anxiety coursing through you. Then you made your way to the door and swung it open, letting out shallow breaths in an attempt to compose yourself.

He stood there on your welcome mat, backpack slung over his shoulder and smirk on his lips. He made no attempt to conceal the way his eyes traveled over your body, and you shifted, uneasy. “Michael. Come in.”

“You seem enthused,” he said, brushing past you and into your home without a second thought.

You turned around, watching him enter your living room, his head turning to observe every last detail. His lips curved upwards slightly as he regarded the various religious symbols mounted on the wall- an old-fashioned crucifix, a simple wooden cross, a framed painting of Jesus that your mom had bought at a yard sale. Then his eyes fell upon the leather-bound bible on the coffee table, and he chuckled.

“What?” you demanded, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Nothing,” he sang, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jacket and flashing you a close-mouthed smile. You returned it with a straight face, entirely unamused.

“Wait here while I get my stuff,” you said, turning on your heel and heading for the stairs. “And don’t follow me.”

You made your way up the carpeted steps, tensing as you could practically feel his eyes bore into you from behind. All at once you felt self-conscious, and you wished you’d changed into a pair of sweatpants instead of staying in your skirt.

When you got up to your room you let out a breath, immediately relieved once you were out of his admittedly intimidating presence. You walked over to your desk, impeccably tidy save for your biology binder set in the middle.

“Hm. Looks exactly like I expected,” came a drawling voice in the doorway, and you jumped.

“I thought I told you not to follow me,” you said through grit teeth, jaw clenching as you tucked your binder under your arm. That was strange, you thought, the way he’d snuck up on you without you hearing his footsteps on the stairs. He ignored you and tilted his head quizzically, running his fingers along the rosary hanging off your doorknob.

“Don’t touch that,” you said, and he let it drop, beads bouncing noisily against the wooden door.

“So you really believe all this Jesus shit, huh?” he said, amused, taking a few steps inside.

“Get out of my room,” you said in as firm a tone you could muster, but you were surprised when your voice trembled.

He looked at the wooden cross hanging above your bed, and then down at the blue blanket and matching pillows, positioned evenly and smoothed out. You felt vulnerable, somehow, knowing that he now had an image in his mind of where you slept.

“Everything in here is so impossibly perfect,” he stated, running his fingers idly along the frame of your bed. “You want to be perfect, don’t you? You want to be mommy and daddy’s perfect little Christian girl.”

You stared at him, feet planted to the ground as you tried to come up with something to say. He sounded so sure of himself, like he’d been inside your mind and was simply reciting the facts. You wanted to punch him right between those hooded blue eyes, but something inside you prevented you from moving.

“I assume you’re saving yourself for marriage?” he continued, coming closer to you with a smug expression on his handsome face. You willed your feet to move, and your eyes widened when you realized you literally were unable to. Panic rose in your throat, contrasting harshly with his cool exterior.

“None of your business,” you spat, curling your fingers into your palm to try and conceal the silver purity ring you’d been given at church camp several years ago. He laughed, stopping in front of you.

“You’ve never even kissed a boy, have you?”

He craned neck slightly, just looking at you. Then he reached up and tucked two fingers beneath your chin, tilting it up so you could look at him. “And I’m certain you’ve never touched yourself.”

Your face burnt up at his words, and you knew he was enjoying watching the redness creep across your face. He was mere inches away from you now, smiling serenely as you tried your hardest to pull back.

“I’ll even bet that every time you feel that ache between your legs, you drop to your fucking knees and beg god for forgiveness,” he whispered, breath hot on your face.

“Shut up,” you mumbled, focusing all your energy on trying to move. What was keeping a hold on you? It couldn’t possibly be Michael- how would he be able to do something like that?

“Because good Christian girls aren’t allowed to feel carnal pleasure,” he said, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. “Are they?”

His hand moved from your face to your neck, his pace painfully slow. Your breath hitched when his fingers reached the thin chain around your neck, toying with it for a moment before continuing downwards. He took the cross in his hand and surveyed it, running his thumb across it as he leveled it in his palm.

Before you could do anything, he let go, and all at once the hold on you seemed to break. You pushed him back, hard, silently thanking god for freeing you.

“Leave. And don’t come back. I’ll do the whole project myself. You can take credit for half, I don’t even care.”

He let out a low chuckle. “I’ll let you get back to your prayers.”

You eyed him as he turned around and left, following him to the top of the stairs and watching as he left through the front door. You waited a minute before returning to your room, fixated on the door as if Michael might change his mind and burst through it. Your heart hammered against your ribcage as a familiar, unwelcome sensation began radiating from between your thighs, which you intended to ignore as usual.

You were so distracted by the thoughts of what on earth had just happened that you almost didn’t notice the small change that had been made in your room.

The cross above your bed- which you could’ve sworn had been upright when you followed Michael out- was now, plain as day, upside down.

iii.

You blinked twice, mind foggy as you took a step forward, toes curling at the feeling of cold wood against your bare soles.

You looked down; you were naked, skin dotted over with clusters of goosebumps as your hair stood on end. Your nipples hardened at the low temperature, and all at once you realized you could see your breath in front of you.

You heard something stir from afar, and finally you averted your attention to the opposite end of the room. You were in a church, it appeared, the pews of which were empty. The noise you’d heard had come from behind the altar, and it quickly became apparent that somebody was standing behind it.

Your mouth went dry. It was Michael. His face was heavily shadowed, but from his stature alone you knew it was him. He, too, was naked, at least as far as you could see from the portion of his body that was visible.

A chill rolled up your spine and you wrapped your arms around your stomach, shivering as the cold set into your bones. Michael raised one hand, and though his eyes were obscured with shadows, you knew they were settled on you, your body.

From his fingertips, a flame ignited. He rolled his wrist back, cupping his hand around the flame as it grew. Then he flicked his hand forward, and you stumbled backwards as each pew went up in flames, the rich scent of burning wood invading your lungs. Your skin prickled at the feeling of unbridled warmth enveloping you, and from your throat spilled a grateful moan.

“Touch me, and never again will you freeze,” came a booming voice, loud enough to bring you to your knees. You realized that Michael was now much closer to you than he had been before, standing bare as he looked down upon you. You reached for him without shame, lips parting, and before you could feel him, everything went black.

“Michael-“ you croaked.

Your eyes shot open; you were in your bed, legs entangled in a mess of sweat-stained sheets. It took several seconds to collect yourself, and once you finally had, you discovered that your hand was slipped underneath your underwear and buried between your thighs.

“Oh my-“ you stopped yourself from finishing the sentence, removing your hand as if it’d been burnt. Running your hand over the fabric of your underwear, you were alarmed to find that it was completely soaked through.

Face flushing with guilt, you groaned at the pounding coming from your core. It almost scared you how badly you wanted to touch, how badly you wanted to slip your fingers up inside yourself and ride them until you couldn’t hold back the screams.

There was something seriously wrong with you. Usually you were able to ignore the feelings, but with each passing second the throbbing intensified, causing you to squirm restlessly. Images of Michael flashed through your mind, the filthy words he’d spoken to you earlier vibrating in your ears, and you bit your lower lip hard enough to draw blood. Your hips bucked up towards nothing involuntarily; your chest rose and fell hard, one hand settled on your breast through your sleep shirt.

It’s not right, you thought, applying slight pressure to your nipple before drawing your hand back. You squeezed your eyes shut, moving your lips silently as you methodically recited prayer after prayer in your mind, hoping to find the strength to ignore the feeling and go back to sleep.

It felt like an eternity had passed before you fell back to sleep, and when you woke up the next morning, you couldn’t help but feel disgusted with yourself, sneering at your reflection in the mirror for being so goddamned weak.

You didn’t know what kind of spell Michael had cast over you, making you think such vulgar thoughts, but you were sure of one thing: Michael Langdon was nothing but trouble.

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winters nigh and summers o’er 1/? (M)

A collection of short stories centered on Hades and Persephone's relationship; some pre-canon, some during, some post. Updated weekly.

New: Hades gestured for her whiskey, topped up his glass, then put the bottle down under the table, which was his subtle way of tellin’ Persephone she’d had enough; she reached under the table and took a long swig straight from it, lookin’ at him the whole time.

Persephone liked to drink for a lot of reasons.

One, it tended to taste good; a little bit of poison from the fruit of her vines made her feel...electric. Fluid. It made her feel, just a little bit, free. Made her feel like she could harness the lightning that ran through her bloodlines and along Hades’ wires. It made her move easier, dance faster; made her smile with abandon and ease up all those long winter nights. Like her, it was poisonous; like her, it was healing. It was a dichotomy in a bottle, just like her, except for the in the bottle part. Though she thought, sometimes, Hades would keep her in a bottle if he could.

He looked at her from across the table, the whiskey bottle in his hands. He poured himself a rare second drink, tilted it toward her. She nodded. Hades didn’t mind a drink but he never quite drank enough to really get it as a hobby; he liked it as an appetizer, a one and done shot of whiskey or firewater or whatever he was sipping. He’d take quality over quantity; a private drink over a social one. He liked to drink as a sort of…muscle relaxant, she supposed, for it certainly never loosened his tongue, no matter how much she wanted it to.

Not like her, no; she was a real chatterbox once she’d gotten a drink or twenty in her, and to his admittedly limited credit, he never seemed to mind. He clinked the bottle of whiskey against her cup, poured her a bit more as they sat on their balcony, watchin’ the world above, the world below. Things changed at a glacial pace, they played games; Persephone drank. He poured her another round, smaller still; he had not yet finished his previous. She snapped back hers, then took his half-finished drink, downed it in one go, too. Spring was coming, and the resentment was building back into the permafrost on his skin and she hated it, hated it. She took the bottle, poured herself a shot and then another shot in his glass. She drank hers, and, a second later, drank his.

“Your turn,” he said, soft; he read the newspaper as she looked at her last domino piece. Used to be he’d look at her when she was making her play, and she told him so. His lips quirked into something that might have been a smile, once.

“You told me it made you nervous,” he said, putting the paper down with a dedicated snap and flourish; that was Hades, wasn’t it? Snap and flourish. Clean and professional. Touch ya like he’s your everything, then backs up after lovin’ you into a grave like he wasn’t anything to you at all. Too brief, too cold. Too cold a man and yet eternally her lover. She longed for his touch; would she melt his frost if she reached out and tried? Or would he just freeze to her, his skin permanently affixed to her own? He wouldn’t mind it, she thought, them livin' like that, and she wasn’t sure if she would. He was impossible to love and impossible not to; the thought of his lips on hers made her feel warmer than the whiskey’s burn.

She stared at him, well aware her vision was a bit blurry; even for a goddess, she’d drank pretty hard today, not that it could kill her. She moved her piece without looking, snarling at him. “Take that,” she slurred, and he chuckled. She poured herself a double. He gestured for the bottle, topped up his, then put her whiskey down under the table, which was his subtle way of tellin’ her she’d had enough; she reached under the table and took a long swig straight from it, lookin’ at him the whole time.

He didn’t break the look, but he didn’t say anything either. Typical Hades; sometimes she wondered if he said more than six words while she was gone up top. She licked her lips and debated throwing herself across the table, but such was a better move to be played on her own turn and she was out of hands this round. He looked away first, glancing at the piece she’d played, a 5 and 5, the last in her hand; strategically worthless, but she wasn’t gonna go back to the boneyard for it. Fates. Even in games, they couldn’t get away from death; there was something as too much aesthetic she thought and yet Hades seemed not to know that. She put down the bottle. He played his piece; somehow, of course, he’d had a 5 for his last domino. They were always completing one another, and that hurt, because it shouldn’t be so hard to be happy, if they were so good at bein’ on the same page. Shouldn’t be so hard to love him. She missed lovin’ him, wanted him to love her again, not just in the passive way he always did but the active way, the way he used to literally chariot up above just to swoop her down below and take her into her bed and lock them in their room or six months, mad and in love and dying and bein’ reborn every minute. Now he swooped up aand grabbed her alright, but it felt like held her at an arm's distance all winter long. She hated it.

“Game set,” he said, leaning back. “Match.”

“Hmph.” He’d won; there was a time in the past when he’d have smiled about that, would have kissed her in consolation. She’d fought him tooth and nail, had scored on every point but the final one; nearly his match this time, but not quite. She’d win next time, he’d win another, and what did it matter? Time was endless. Entropy was boundless. They existed since time began; would exist until time ended. Would they still be in love then? She wasn’t sure. The world spun on. She wanted it to go backward. It wouldn’t.

“Another game?” she asked, and he shook his head. She drank again, whiskey burning her almost as much as his look, heavy-lidded and sad. He was gonna leave her, go lock himself in his office and burn through paperwork, thinkin’ it made him a good husband for providin’ and not a coward for avoidin’. She could smell it on ‘im. She took another shot.

“Think you’ve had enough.” It was the closest he’d come to outright criticism with her; he stood and she stood after him, accidentally knocking into the table. He held out a hand; gentlemanly, as always, but cold. Impersonal. He’d have offered a hand for her father, for momma, for any soul who’d given him a sob story that he’d deal only death to in return; only mercy he knew how to provide. She was tired of it. She wasn’t a visitor here, even if she was gone six months of the year. And she didn’t want to be treated like one.

She shoved him against the wall.

“Since when do you decide when I have enough?” She asked; he raised an eyebrow. She touched his cheek – it was cold. She tilted her chin up and grabbed his; he got the idea and leaned down ‘til they were touchin' foreheads. His arms curled around her waist, she dragged his arms lower, ‘til they were on her ass.

“I decide,” she murmured, her lips so close to his patrician face she could feel his heavy exhale. She grabbed his cheeks, brought him closer still, and then told him her jubilant pledge in a heavy whisper: “What I want. When I want it.”

“Of course,” he hissed; he opened his mouth to say something else, but she wasn’t interested in hearing it as much as feeling him and captured his mouth in a dizzying kiss, her hands capturing the way he melted with longing into her arms. It was a good kiss, always a good kiss with Hades; she pushed her tongue into his mouth and he dueled with her, not playful, for he never was, but struggling, viciously, to win some sort of unspecified war between them. His tongue sought some terminus in her, pursuing her like a hawk, and she held him tighter, wanting to melt together, to exist together, for as long as it was possible to do so. It was easier when she was drunk, when some of her barriers fell away. Not that his barriers ever dropped; he was building interior walls to rival their outdoor ones.

But for now, his hand on her ass tightened; he found her argument persuasive. A whistle blew in one of his factories; he didn’t look up and neither did she. She ran her leg down his and felt him hiss; he broke the kiss then, going for her neck, his teeth nipping at her.

“I want you,” she spit out in what was little better than an alley-cat howl; she shoved him back toward his chair, threw herself on top of him in a way that momma might have called wanton but momma nature wasn’t here and she sure as fuck wasn’t going to think about her momma with Hades under her. His fingers slid to her waist, then lower, rubbin’ her thighs. Her skirt was hiked up enough to give anyone foolish enough to try to get into Hades office a hell of a show; she didn’t give a fuck.

“I want you,” she yowled again; he chuckled, grabbed her face and pulled her real close, finger-light kisses going on her mouth and on her neck, light and sweet but a shadow of the heavy touch he’d use in the old days. She had an idea, a good idea, of how to get his attention back. A hot idea. Yeah! He was gonna love it. “No,” she said, and he pulled back, one eyebrow raised.

“No?”

She swung down low in an ungraceful movement, grabbed the bottle, took a sip, held it. He sighed; obviously disappointed. Ass. Why couldn’t’ he be anticipating this? It was gonna be – gonna be hot as hell. Which they were in. Right now. Hee, hot-as-hell-and-hot-in-hell; she chuckled and a bit of the whiskey leaked out her mouth; whoops. That wasn’t so sexy.

To take his mind off of her dribbling, she grabbed his vest and yanked him real close. She forced his mouth open and poured the drink from her mouth into his; her hands on his head to make sure he didn’t buck away and wind up spilling in his lap. Her tongue savored the taste of the liquor in his mouth; it tasted different with Hades than it did with her. He held the liquor for a good minute, and she wondered if maybe it was enough that – maybe he’d understand. Why she drank. Why she wanted him when she drank. Why she drank because she wanted him back, even when she wasn’t drinking.

He swallowed and pulled back; wiped his mouth. She did a good job, not much of it spilled. A couple spots on his shirt; oh well. In this heat, they’d dry.

“I want you,” she said softly, leaning forward and sucklin’ on his earlobe. He wriggled underneath her, visibly uncomfortable; it was one thing for him to touch her in public, whole ‘nother thing for her to touch him in public. He never minded the first, always minded the second, and never once saw it as a double standard. Stupid asshole; beloved asshole, too. “I miss you,” she whispered.

“I’m here,” he said, in his gravel-deep voice; he grabbed her face again, directing her back to another long kiss. She wiggled against his cock; he was getting hard, and she liked that. That…was good. He still wanted her. She liked him wantin’ her. She moved her hand under his waistband, years of practice making it easy to thwart his belt; he kept too much locked away. She wasn’t able to get a full hand around him, too big for that already, but the soft groan in his throat told her he liked her attempt. His hands were wanderin’ now, and she wondered if anyone looked up, saw them like this; would have been a common enough show, long ago. Before she drank so much, before he read the paper cover-to-cover ‘cuz he didn’t want to look at her. She ran a finger down the most sensitive part of ‘im, and was rewarded with a full body shudder that set every nerve in both of them aflame.

“Lover,” he cried out; it was a half-strangled thing, loud and vulnerable; hot as hell. She moved to try to unbutton his pants, get him out in the open when she could get that cock in her, but he denied her, moving his big arms up around hers and pushin’ her hands up on his shoulders. She looked at him, pouting, and he gave her a goofy half-smile, the sort she’d never seen him have for anyone else.

“What the fuck are you–“ she started to say, but then he pulled her closer, one hand under her ass and the other goin’ under her skirt, gently pushing the thin material of her panties aside. Oh. Okay. This she – this she liked. He liked too; made it easier for both of them if he started with his fingers, though today she didn’t think he had to worry much about it tonight. She was wet, already so wet for him; she howled, a wild-cat ready to be mated. “You feel what you do to me, husband?”

“Yes,” he mumbled, breathing heavy. “Oh, yes.” He dove in for another kiss. He was a hungry man, yes, and her, too; his fingers glided into her, two fingers right away and no resistance, fuck, how did he do this to her, barely touching her but making her so wet? His thumb caressed her clit and she mewled, honestly mewled; moving her hips in an age-old rhythm she wanted more of.

“Kiss me, wife,” he muttered; she denied him, her lips going to his ear instead, sucking on his ear-lobe until he made a low groan; the finger at her clit faltered for one second, then pressed harder. She lit a trail of kisses to his big iron jaw and then practically swallowed his tongue. He moaned in response, his hips jutting as his fingers curled deep inside her, curled so hard she saw stars and she wanted him, wanted more than his hands and his stupid mouth, wanted his thick cock sending her right through their big bed and wanted it right the fuck now.

“Fuck me,” she growled. His response was immediate; he picked her up, both hands under her ass. He was always strong, so strong, fuck, he was the earth beneath her feet (literally, sometimes), and she wanted – wanted him. Wanted to touch him, needed to touch him. He wasn’t that sure on his feet when she was kissin’ him—and she plenty kissin’ him—but he managed to get the door to his office open without dropping her. He didn’t bother to close it in a rare moment of prioritizing her over his workspace, taking her hastily past tables filled with every kind of contract through another set of double doors to an old hallway and then crossing into their private chambers, to her bed, his bed; their bed.

“Fuck,” she muttered and he chuckled; he put her down and all but threw himself on top of her, so big, her husband, so big; he was bred by the Titans, and in the bedroom, he looked the part, something older, wilder, than her. He pulled off her dress, let it drop to the floor. Didn’t take off his clothes yet, just swung her back into his lap as he scooted back to their headboard. His hand waved and the door shut. His hand waved and her clothes were folded neatly on her chair. Old man, such an old man, so practical; how did she love him so much?

“I love you,” she muttered; heard him suck in a breath before he reclaimed her lips; whiskey burn nothing compared to his stubble on her chin. He followed her down and his head dipped lower, kissing at neck, then lower still. His tongue lathed at a nipple; she hissed. “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” he said, head down as he kissed her chest, his mouth right over her heart, and it was a cheesy move but oh, how it made her wet. No more teasin’. She was tired of it.

“Get yer—get your cock in me,” She grunted. She dragged her fingers down his back, wishin’ she knew how to get his clothes off without havin’ to watch. Not that she minded the show. “I want you. Now.”

He smiled and moved her delicately off his lap, sliding her toward his side of the bed and kissin’ her a few more times till she growled in frustration and he backed off. He shrugged off his vest, tossing it down, then his shirt. She ran her hand appreciatively over war-scars older than she was; the wall, they’d called him in the war, and he was still that now, and she hated it, but she loved it, too.

He stood to pull his pants off and she waited, all naked and ready; she laid herself out temptingly, her hand hitting a bottle she’d left on his side of the bed as he undid his fly – he froze. The clink heard 'round the underworld. Shit.

He bent down over her, picked up the empty bottle. His pants, annoyingly, stayed on. What was it she'd had before he’d come over to play a game? She tried to remember. He read the label.

“Absinthe?” He shook his head. “When?” He was quiet, which was worse than when he was angry. Sad Hades didn’t want to fuck her, angry Hades sometimes would. He sat back down on the bed at her side. “This wasn’t here when I left.”

“I dunno,” she sighed. “This morning. I think.” It was easy to lose time in the underworld; at first, it had no light, and she’d felt lost in that. Then, he’d invented lights that he ran every hour, but never got that it was just as bewildering to have eternal day as eternal night. Stupid man. “Wasn’t much left, maybe a drink or two.”

“…It was full before you came back this fall. You’re not leaving for another week.” He turned to her, his face hard as steel; ah, fuck. She curled up on his shoulder, sending him her best fuck-me smolder; he just turned the bottle over in his hands. “Are you so miserable you have to…?”

She groaned into his shoulder. There wasn’t a good answer to that question, cuz she was, and it was his fault, but it wasn’t really him, per se, and it wasn’t really her, either, and it was complicated. She put a hand, suggestively, over his crotch, trying to salvage things. “Can’t we talk about this later?”

“I do not want to fuck a woman who does not wish to share my bed,” he said, and the words came bitter; tart. She felt sick and it wasn’t the booze. He sighed. “I’ll go. Check in on you a bit, make sure you’re not…sick.”

And there he was, the great man turnin’ his back. As always. Love her and leave her, just like she did him. Every damned year.

“Wait,” she said; he turned. His face was neutral, damn him; she didn’t understand it, didn’t understand him. She felt like bawling her eyes out and there he was, face like granite and stone.

He sat on the bed. Wordless. Waiting. Makin’ her make the first move, just like he had, all those years ago, when she'd first asked him for a kiss in mama's garden.

“It ain’t that I don’t want ya.” She held out her arms, felt something blur the corners of her eyes that she ignored. Just – just a bit of liquid. He fell into her at once, his great bulk, and she closed up her hands over him. “It ain’t that at all. You still drive me crazy.” In every sense of the word, but that, too, was a conversation for later. “It’s just…it’s hard, being here, Hades. It hurts.”

“I know.” He folded himself around her; big and bulky and everywhere at once. His lips were on her forehead, sweet and shy, and maybe she did cry a bit, pulling her arms around him. His hard lips kissed those tears away, and she loved him so much she wished this wasn’t so gods damned difficult. His kisses tasted like regret; his voice was smoky with it. “Ain’t fair to you. If I had known all those years ago…”

But, of course, he hadn’t, and, truthfully, she would still be like this even if his bettin’ was better, even if he’d wound up with Poseidon’s grand boat or papa's mountain-retreat. She never liked mountains or seas any better than dirt. She thought they were always going to wind up like this, truthfully, and that was the worst part. She was seasonal. She wasn’t ever good about staying in one place, even if she just wanted to be with this one man. She changed everything she touched, and everything she touched, changed. Blessin' and a curse.

She held him tight and wiggled against him; he’d gone flat on her and she was sad, still wanted him more than anything and now she wouldn’t have it. “I want you,” she mewled, and he just smiled, sad, and tucked her head into his big neck and kissed her forehead, like he could shelter her from anything. She wished he could, but the storm raged all inside her. “Please?”

“Later. When you’ve sobered up a bit.” He rubbed the top of her head with heavy fingers; nothing about him was delicate, she thought, except his stupid feelings. Stupid. They were both so stupid. “Want ya to remember it when I make you come,” he whispered, rubbing harder, a bit of the desire still in his voice. “Want you to remember me when...” He faded off, but she knew what he meant: when she left.

She always did in the springtime and ached for him all through the summer, though he never seemed to realize it. Dumb asshole. But sayin’ that would start a fight, and she was so tired of fighting, so she didn’t say anything. She threw her arms over his neck like a vice and closed her eyes. If she breathed in enough, she could smell him all around her, and wrapped up like this, she could pretend he was more fire than ice.

“Will you stay with me?” She asked, knowing it wasn’t what he’d prefer; he’d rather go work a few hours and pretend like they weren’t drowning in this bed full of sorrow. “I don’t wanna be alone when the high fades.”

It was unusual for her to ask, she knew, and something unknowable on his face shifted, for just a moment. She kissed him, because she didn’t want to see it; couldn’t bear to see him perhaps pity her, or worse, resent her. The worst part was, he kissed her back, and she felt all the love that he had stored up in that big, dumb body for her, and yet, still, he wasn’t within her. Still, the space between them remained. And she still didn’t know, really, how to get past that, because the drink made her tongue quicker but not quick enough and he—he just was himself, all rocks and steel; cold, cold, cold, even warmed up against her body.

“Okay,” he said, quiet, like he knew just how exhausted she was, or maybe he just didn’t want to talk anymore; he pulled the covers over them, big heavy covers they’d had so long they smelled like them both now, a mix of his ashy-soot scent and her floral smell, sickly sweet like rot. No matter how many times she washed them, their scents clung to it, interweaving.

She held tight onto him and breathed deep and felt him all around her, and thought maybe if she closed her eyes and wished real hard, they’d be in the garden all those years ago; could try again. He held her tight and she wondered, for half a boozy second, if maybe he was wishin’ the same.

#hadestown #hades #Persephone #Hades/Persephone #hadestown fanfiction #winters nigh and summers o’er #ace writes fanfiction

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A Superhero’s Choice Part 1

(Working title, it’s terrible)

Okay, I’m kicking this one out of the door! It’s not my longest, or even my best work, but I had fun.

Summary-After the incident with Chase Brody, Jackieboy Man, Marvin the Magician and Angus the Survival Hunter have been trying track down what caused it. When things start kicking into gear months later, will Jackieboy Man be able to save his friends?

Word Count-2,067

Warnings- Attempted mugging, mention of a stand off, mentions of Schneep being murderous.

Jackieboy Man stood on top of one of the tallest buildings in the city, slowly turning in a circle to scan the area. He alternated between using his x-ray vision and normal vision to get a broader view.

In a city this big, something had to be happening.

A panicked scream reached his sensitive ears and he jolted to face it, scanning the area... There! Five hooded muggers, one girl roughly mid to late teens out way too late. A little cliché, but it was still worryingly common.

The scream had come from a few blocks away, and Jackieboy Man took off running in that direction. He leapt off his current roof to a lower one, letting his knees fold as he landed and rolling back up into a sprint to minimise damage. He was a superhero, yes, but not invulnerable.

Once closer he jumped and vaulted down the fire escape, barely feeling the bite of the metal through his red gloves.

He was directly above them now, and even though he kept moving, he felt the stirring of nervousness beginning to build in his belly.

He had told himself a long time ago that this was a good thing. If he no longer felt at least nervous, he’d become too cocky. Someone could get hurt that way.

The victim in all this was backing away from her muggers, clutching her bag tight as she began to hyperventilate, terror written all over her face.

“Never fear! Jackieboy Man is here!” the superhero proclaimed loudly from his perch on the fire escape. Everyone below froze and turned to look at him, but he was already moving, gracefully flipping and landing with the smoothness of a cat in front of the teenager.

“So, who’s arse am I gonna have to kick, or are we just gonna leave it here?” Jackieboy Man folded his arms at the muggers and took a step towards them. One of them decided to take a swing, a sloppy hook punch as it turned out.

Jackieboy Man blocked it with one hand, ducked under the arm so that he was behind them and kicked their ankle out from underneath them. The mugger got a face full of asphalt while Jackieboy Man kept a tight hold of their arm before turning to the rest of the gang.

“Any other takers?”

In unison the muggers took off in the other direction. Jackieboy even let the one he was holding up so that they could make a break for it, laughing as they ran.

“Maybe next time you’ll think twice before messin’ with Jackieboy Man’s city!” he declared to their retreating backs before turning to the young lady behind him. “How are ya lass?”

The girl, who was perhaps a little younger than Jackieboy had initially looked, shot him a grateful, if somewhat watery smile as what had almost happened sank in.

“Thank you,” she half choked, surprised at how much she was affected by the whole thing.

“Alright lass,” Jackieboy crouched slightly so that he was at the same level. “Yer gonna be alright,” he offered his hand. “Let’s get ya outta this alley, huh?”

The girl nodded, gently taking his hand and following him back to the main street.

“I’ve gotta get back to ta work. Ya gonna be okay from here?” he asked, and the girl nodded, smiling wider now.

“Thanks again!” she called as she began to walk away, and Jackieboy disappeared back into the alley to get back up to a bird’s eye view.

Jackieboy Man yawned from his post, walking around to ease up the stiffness in his limbs. Dawn was almost here and it had been a mostly uneventful night. There had been that mugging, then only one attempted hold up at a general store, but the police had gotten to that before him. That had been okay, Jackieboy wasn’t exactly a fan of being shot.

The sun was starting to wake up, and while Jackieboy Man usually waited until it was properly light before finishing, he was tempted to call it an early night.

As the thought crossed his mind, he heard a scream.

“Sod’s Law,” he sighed, half joking to himself. He loved his work really.

He turned in the direction of the scream and did a preliminary scan with x-ray vision before making his way over with a sigh. Not an emergency this time, but he’d better get over there before people started screaming about the zombie apocalypse.

It didn’t take him long to get down to street level and get to where the commotion was. He still had to fight through the fleeing crowd, but usually the bright red suit was enough to get people to move out of the way.

“Robbie! Robbie!” the superhero called out, trying to catch the zombie’s attention before he wandered off. This happened at least once a month, but thankfully no one had panicked too much about it. Yet.

“Robbie!” Jackieboy had found him, and made a mistake of grabbing the zombie’s arm. It almost detached from his shoulder and Jackieboy let go, trying to clamp on the shudder of disgust. Thankfully it got Robbie’s attention, and purple and white striped jumper wearing zombie turned to face the superhero, face splitting into a grin, gurgling in glee.

He couldn’t quite talk, but that didn’t always stop him from trying.

“Robbie, what are ya doing out and about at this hour?”

Robbie went into thought before his mouth began moving sluggishly to try and form a word. It seemed like it began with J, so Jackieboy took it to be his own moniker.

“Yes, yes, it’s me. Jackieboy Man Look, let’s get ya to Schneep to fix up that arm o’ yours.”

There was some confusion on the zombie’s face, but Jackieboy Man steered him in the direction of Schneep’s apartment. This early in the morning, it was going to be fun.

The lift binged once it reached the appropriate floor, and Robbie got out himself, recognising where he was and where he needed to go. His arm was now hanging limply in his jumper, only held roughly in place by the material, although it didn’t seem to bother him.

This early in the morning, Jackieboy didn’t bother with ringing the doorbell or knocking on the door, Scheep either wouldn’t open up or threaten to kill him, maybe both. So Jackieboy lifted up the half dead potted plant and pulled out the spare key. He then rolled his eyes at Robbie.

“I keep tellin’ ‘im to put it somewhere safer.”

Robbie grunted in what could be taken as agreement and Jackieboy opened the door, revealing the dark apartment. Robbie shambled in while Jackieboy found the light switch and he closed the door behind him.

Robbie got himself settled in Schneep’s office/makeshift surgery while Jackieboy made his way to the kitchen. He knew better than to get Schneep to do anything without a strong cup of coffee, and frankly, he needed one too.

The noise of the coffee machine roused Schneep from his room, making the German stumble half blindly into the kitchen.

“... Vhat are you doing here?” he groused before Jackieboy handed him a steaming mug of coffee.

“I’m not answering that until ya drink yer coffee.”

Scheep grumbled under his breath before taking a long swig of joe, Jackieboy sipping his more cautiously.

“At least you are not bleeding all over my kitchen,” Schneep commented. “Again.”

“Quiet night,” Jackieboy shrugged before taking a swig of coffee. It was relaxing around Schneep, when he wasn’t feeling murderous; he didn’t expect Jackieboy to have his usual swagger.

“You did not answer my question though,” Scheep put his empty mug on the counter and quickly reached for the machine to get another mug. “Vhy are you here?”

“Robbie’s arm’s come off. He’s in your office.”

Scheep sighed heavily and pressed his forehead against the coffee machine as it did it’s work, not moving until he had another mug of fuel ready to go.

“It is too early for zis,” he took his mug and left the kitchen Jackieboy following behind. Schneep was good, but this early in the morning, he wanted to make sure that he didn’t try to send Robbie back to whence he came.

Unlikely, admittedly, but the good doctor was a little, unpredictable, first thing in the morning.

Robbie grinned as Schneep and Jackieboy entered, seemingly oblivious to the doctor’s mood.

“You do not have to vatch me,” Scheep complained as he prepared his equipment. “It is not like I can kill him twice.”

“I’ve got nowhere else to be yet,” Jackieboy took another swig from his coffee and Schneep rolled his eyes before getting to work. Robbie’s jumper was off, revealing greying, half falling off bits of torso.

“Marvin hasn’t been keeping that spell up to date, has he?” Jackieboy asked Robbie, who shook his head.

“He has been doing some training,” Schneep informed, starting work on the stitching. “Zat is vhy Robbie is vith me.”

“Right,” Jackieboy looked at his now empty mug of coffee, debating whether to get another one.

“Go home Jay,” Scheep sighed, startling Jackieboy for a second. “You have been up all night, and ein coffee is not going to help you. Go home, sleep.”

“Sleep is for the weak!” Jackieboy declared, smirking at the doctor’s back.

“Keep that up and you’ll be deader zhan Robbie. Go home Jay, I have zis in hand.”

“Alright doc,” Jackieboy forced back a yawn before getting up and putting the mug back in the kitchen. He debated washing it up, but decided to follow the doctor’s orders.

A few hours later, Jay O’Loughlin was jolted awake by his alarm and with a groan rolled over and slammed his hand on the snooze button, shutting it off.

He then opened his eyes, blinking blearily at the digital display, before groaning again and sitting up. He grabbed his glasses and shoved them on his face before properly getting out of bed.

It was daytime, therefore, he was not Jackieboy Man, defender of the innocent and hero to all. He was Jay O’Loughlin, programmer and coder. Not as interesting, but that was okay, it wasn’t especially difficult, and it provided excellent means to do something else hero related.

As he made himself breakfast his eyes drifted to the phone, but first...

He grabbed the landline and dialled a familiar number, the same number he had dialled every morning for nearly half a year now.

“ello? Angus ‘ere.”

“Hey Angus, it’s Jay.”

“Oh, hey Jay, nothin’ ta report?” asked the Australian, slowly turning back to Irish, accented voice on the other end.

“Nope, nothing with you?”

“Zip. Chase is doin’ alright.”

“Good,” Jay poured himself some coffee, and after a thought, some fruit juice to balance it out. “I’ll come down when I have time.”

“Sure ya will mister superhero,” Angus chuckled. “I’m guessin yer still too busy to keep an eye on Chase?”

“Yeah, sorry bro.”

“I’m going crazy! I love him and all, but the kid does not wanna go outside, ever! I might end up killin’ ‘im myself!”

“We both know ya won’t do that,” Jay reminded him, taking a bite of toast. “And we both know why you’re the one lookin’ after him.”

“I know, I know. Catch ya later.”

“See ya,” Jay hung up and put the phone back in its dock, toast still hanging from his mouth. He got a glance at the time and cursed. He needed to go soon, and he wasn’t even properly dressed yet!

Ten minutes later Jay burst out of his front door, laptop bag on his back and dressed in slacks and a button up shirt. Running a hand through dark brown, half heartedly brushed hair he began to power walk to his place of work, trying not to appear too rushed.

As he passed the nearest coffee shop and paused, certain he’d seen something out of the corner of his eye. He turned to look, but there was nothing out of the ordinary.

Six months ago, he’d have brushed that off, now, it sent shudders down his spine. It might have been nothing, it might have been his sleep deprived, caffeine hyped brain playing tricks on him, but he knew better than to ignore it entirely.

Shaking his head, he walked on. He needed to get to work.

A/N

So, quick explanation, Sean doesn’t exist in this universe. Also I don’t think there‘s a civilian name for Jackieboy Man, and I didn’t want it to be Sean McLoughlin, so I went for a similar surname (I actually knew someone with that surname) and a first name that just fit. I don’t know if Angus has a canon surname, if he does, too bad. (Fun fact, I looked at an Irish surname website and it claimed that ‘McLoughlin’ means ‘Viking’. Don’t know how accurate this is, but it’s a fun idea)

Jackieboyman’s powers I got from the wiki, I don’t have the patience to trawl through the videos he’s in to try and analyse the character. In fact, nearly all of these characters are my own interpretation of them.

Finally, there are 12 chapters plus epilogue. Not all the chapters are the same length, I did try, but it didn’t always fit with what was happening in the story.

I think that’s it, this is my first time posting a story on this site, so I’m going off of other story formats that I’ve seen here. If there’s any questions, you know where to go.

#A Superhero's Choice #Jacksepticeye #JSEfanfic #JSE ego fafic #JSE egos #Let's Player fanfiction

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