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sataara · 11 months

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The Birthday Cake Incident

Hi everyone! Decided to repost this here! This is my first x reader work so I'm a bit self conscious about it but still wanted to share. This is bottom!Ingo x top!Reader, reader is trans masc and uses he/him, it's just a plotless excuse to write smut.

Hope yall enjoy!

This link to read on ao3 is here

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His laughter could be heard from most of the Café, Ingo's deep baritone getting carried easily, the loud melodic sound making it impossible for you to not go along with. You were talking about the dumb tropes on old romantic comedies, not that you remember how you got to that subject in the first place, but regardless, you couldn't stop making each other lose it over the ridiculousness.

"The group of girls yelling "let's go crazy!" is still so funny to me! Never seen it actually happening so I think I'm missing out!"

"What? You never went out with your "friends" and yelled that into the night?" Ingo's sarcasm was absolutely dripping.

"Maybe I should, you know?! Maybe even have a very easy to solve miscommunication with my partner!"

"Not before having your best friend put crazy ideas of how people work in your head!"

"How could they be wrong though, they only dated the most stable of people before!"

"Oh, what about the bachelor's party with a girl coming out of the cake?"

"Yes! Such a waste of cake!"

"Ah, c'mon, Ingo! You're telling me, you're not hiding inside a cake just to surprise me at my party?"

"You would absolutely kill me for destroying your cake."

The dumb smile on your face, the teasing, laughing, joking around, all those things that happened so easily while around Ingo, made you love every second you spent together. His presence alone, enough to make you melt.

"I think you're the only person that could do that and I wouldn't get mad at." Your expression softened, entranced by the gray eyes admiring you back.

"Good to know I would be spared from your destructive rage!" In a second his expression changed from fond to mischievous, something that you noticed more easily after so long dating each other.

You threw a napkin at him, no real heat behind the action.

"Shut up!"

"What? You're telling me you wouldn't decimate anyone else that tried pulling a stunt like that?"

"Only if you were my rich boyfriend, that couldn't spend the holidays with my family because of the millionaire deal you are almost closing!" You barely got through the sentence, laughing hard as soon as you finished, Ingo following along.

–

You decided to visit Ingo at his job, after spending a week in a different region. You always made sure that your solo trips were as short as possible, never being away for longer than necessary.

You waved the depot agents on the way to Ingo and Emmet's office, the walk almost automatic in nature from how often you made it. After knocking, out of politeness more than any actual need, you made your way inside, eyes searching the area and falling on the only person currently occupying the space.

"Hi Emmet! I'm back!"

"I am Emmet, how was the trip?" The white clad boss went back to the papers he was working on, right after beaming a genuine smile at you, still diligent with his work despite the surprise visit.

"It was nice! Was able to get some progress on things, won't travel again for the next few months, though." You dropped on one of the chairs resting in front of Ingo's desk, wanting to look at whatever he was doing before, presumably, going out to get food for him and his brother. It was part of their routine on days they took to go through paperwork, supplying the need they had for a snack or something to make the experience less miserable.

Emmet made a humming noise, acknowledging you and with a slight nod, giving the go ahead so you could keep talking. And so you did, giving him details on your trip and your work, knowing he wouldn't absorb most of it but that he enjoyed the background noise. It was a routine for you two, as well. Emmet liked to listen, you liked to talk, it worked.

A few minutes later you heard the door opening, Ingo stood at the entrance, a cat-like smile showing up as his eyes met yours.

"Love! You're back already!" He walked over, leaving the drinks and snacks on his desk while you stood up, meeting him for a quick kiss. His arms fell on your shoulders and brought you closer, while yours circled his waist.

"Were you expecting a tall pink cake instead?" You both laughed, remembering the coffee date right before your trip.

"How could my beloved not prepare such a surprise!"

"Oh, how could I! I'm the worst boyfriend in the world!"

The dramatics would probably have kept going if Emmet didn't say anything.

"Ingo, there's lots of work to do! You can joke around later when we're not busy!"

"You're just cranky because you haven't had your coffee yet." He only turned his head towards his brother, arms still around you.

"The coffee is not the issue, a trainer in one of the lines with a legendary is more annoying than my lack of caffeine!"

You moved back a little, to look at them both at the same time.

"Wait, really? Who did they bring?"

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A knock at the door and only a few seconds until Ingo opened it, a fond look in his eyes as he saw you standing there.

"Don't you have a key?" He asked, voice full of amusement.

"I forgot it at my place!"

"What if I was inside a cake then? You would have ruined your own surprise!"

You lightly smacked his chest, calling him a dumbass despite the affection clear in your words.

–

As you were preparing the table for dinner, you heard the sound of keys on your front door, soon enough your pokemon was running to the entrance to greet Ingo and beg for pets.

"Ok, I'll give you more attention later, just let me enter first." You heard the smile in his voice as his footsteps moved closer to the kitchen.

"Hope you weren't expecting any cake before dinner." You didn't turn from the stove, attention fully on the pan while you mixed its contents. Arms circled your waist and a warm chest pressed against your back.

"You're sweet enough to make up for it." His lips met the back of your neck, breath hot against your skin. You shuddered against him, hand grasping the utensils with just a little more force than necessary.

"Keep that mood for after we have dinner, I’ll make sure it’s worth the wait."

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You were on your way back home after work, feeling the good kind of exhaustion after a productive day. It was your birthday but you had important things to deal with, had told friends that you would leave the celebration for your day off, only two days after the actual birthday date, so now you walked home expecting maybe a small cake or something similar. After all, Ingo was a very thoughtful person, he would want to give you something despite what you said about delaying the party.

What you were not expecting was to open the door to see the biggest, most cliche pink cake you had ever seen. The sound that came out of your mouth, as the top layer basically exploded and out of it came Ingo, in all his topless glory, was the ugliest snort you had ever made.

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"So, since it was Cloud's birthday, we gave her the day off." Ingo explained to Elesa.

The twins and her were having lunch together, something they tried to do once a week, catching each other up on whatever happened those days. In Nimbasa something weird was always happening so they always had something to talk about. This time the topic of the conversation was one of the depot agents, Cloud, or at least the lack of her when Elesa went to pick the twins up at the station.

"Oh! I didn't know her birthday was today! I'll make sure to get her something." Her face was determined, so neither of them attempted to dissuade her, despite knowing Cloud wasn't one for presents.

"Talking about birthdays. Have you decided on what you'll do for your boyfriend?" Emmet expertly changed the subject, knowing that his brother had been stuck with no ideas and Elesa could help better than anyone else.

"Don't remind me." Ingo threw his arms on the now almost empty table, hiding his face in them and sighing loudly.

"You didn't plan anything, Ingo? That doesn't sound like you." Her voice sounded amused.

"It's just… I don't know, nothing seems good enough!" Despite being muffled by his arms, Ingo was still loud enough to be intelligible.

They traded ideas that ranged from basic birthday celebrations to grandiose acts, nothing that particularly caught Ingo’s attention. Most of them were things he already thought of before.

"Well, if you don't want something basic or that seems overdone, you could do something that only he would get? Don't you guys have any inside jokes that you could build around? That's what I did for you guys last time I was stuck."

"The joltik themed party was really fun." Emmet admitted with his signature smile.

"Not when the cake was revealed to actually be a pile of Joltiks with little bows."

"That was the best part!" Years later and they still argued about it, Elesa decided to quickly change the subject, to cut them off before they could start the argument all over again.

"You must have something, Ingo, c'mon."

"You two do keep talking about surprising each other with cake.”

Despite her own confusion at the comment, Ingo moved his head up so quickly she was afraid he would get whiplash, his eyes shining with an idea.

"Emmet, that's perfect! Elesa, I need your help, I have the funniest idea but I don't know how to execute it."

Still confused she could only nod while hearing him out.

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"Ingo, what is going on?" There was no way you could stop yourself from smiling, still chuckling under your breath, but finally recovered enough to speak.

"You know, you did say that you'd kill me if I destroyed a cake like this, so I made sure this one would be fake, there's a real one that's your favorite flavor in the fridge."

His wink only made you chuckle more, you went to the destroyed cake, offering your hand to help him out of it. As he ungracefully moved from the now ruined pink monstrosity, you could actually see what he was wearing, black lace panties, fishnets, black heels. He had gone over and beyond, a warmth starting to spread on your stomach.

As he righted himself and your eyes met, your hands went for his hips, pulling him close to your body. You moved like magnets, instinctually getting closer, touching his skin to your, infuriatingly, still covered one.

"This is what I call a birthday gift." Your lips were so close, that you could feel his breath tickling you.

"I'm glad you liked it."

"How could I not? My love, all wrapped in black lace just for me." You decided to kiss just under the choker he wore, a simple black band. He sighed at the feeling, arms circling your neck to pull you closer.

"Only the best for you, love."

His soft expression, the small smile that was always so rare to see, you couldn't hold back. You met his lips fiercely, moving so his back was against the wall, your leg between his, giving him the friction he desperately wanted. For a few moments you were both grinding on each other, tongues meeting in a messy affair while busy hands opened your buttons, getting you as naked as Ingo was.

When you stopped to breathe, your dress shirt was open, pants pooling on the floor. You stepped out of it, leaving only your open shirt and black boxers covering your frame. Ingo's hands found your waist again, fingers pressing on your skin as you changed targets to kiss and mark his neck, leaving his kiss swollen lips hanging open, noises of pleasure falling from them.

"How long did you wait in there?" The question made against his skin, not wanting to miss a single second of affection.

"Not tha-" he gasped as you sucked a mark right at the base of his neck, "not that long… I knew your schedule- oh right there… for today." He could barely finish a sentence between your hands on his chest, playing with his nipples and your mouth marking everywhere you could.

"You're so attentive to me, so caring, I think that deserves to be repaid." The words, close to his ear, gave him goosebumps.

"Do you… do you have an idea for that?"

Without saying another word you moved a step away from him, taking his hand again with a smirk and pulling him along.

Opening your bedroom door was another surprise, you found your lights dim, petals scattered over your bed and a box of chocolates on the side table.

In the moment you took to look around, Ingo's arms went around your middle, pressing your back to his chest just like he loved doing.

"Do you like it?"

"You really thought about everything, uh?" You smiled at the scene, leaning back into him, resting your hands over his. It was extremely cheesy, but such an Ingo thing to do, that you couldn’t help but love it.

"I really tried to make it a scene straight out of a romcom." His chuckles reverberated through his chest. You couldn't stop smiling.

"You did tell people not to come, right? So we wouldn't be comically interrupted?"

"Ok, I didn't want it to be that much like a romcom."

You laughed while untangling yourself from him, moving over to the bed, taking your boxers and shirt off before sitting on the edge, opening your legs to present yourself to him.

"It is still my birthday," you said with a predatory smile, "so your payment will be to pleasure me until I say so."

Ingo was speechless, an achievement in itself, he moved and sat over his legs, at your feet, his eyes roaming over you in adoration. You could see the tent on the black lace, barely covered by the thin cloth.

"Excited already, love?" He nodded, blushing up to his ears and down his neck. "Then make sure you don't touch yourself, I don't want the fun to be over too early."

He nodded again before moving closer, his breath tickling your skin. His lips kissed the inside of your thighs, biting, marking your skin just as you did to his neck. Your breath quickened as you felt yourself getting wetter.

"C'mon, baby boy, get your mouth to work." You took every opportunity you could to use that nickname on him, knowing how much Ingo was affected by it.

Your hands found his hair, just as his tongue traveled from your entrance to your clit, your breath hitched, your legs spasming as you felt yourself dripping in anticipation.

Ingo was relentless, moving his tongue in broad strokes only to stop and focus on your dick, sucking it, making your hips jump in delight. He moved to your lips, mouth open over them so his tongue could reach your entrance, dipping inside and moving lazily. Your grip on his hair tightened, the answering moan making you tremble.

"Fuck, Ingo, your tongue feels amazing." He hummed, knowing exactly how much you would feel it. You were panting, eyes almost closing but you fought the urge, not wanting to miss a second of the show your boyfriend was putting for you.

"Hm, yes, just like that, keep sucking my cock with your pretty mouth." You moved your hand to the back of his head, pulling him closer to where you wanted his attention.

He did as told, changing between sucking and flicking his tongue on your clit.

"Ingo, I'm close…" You warned just before he latched his lips around your cock, sucking with renewed vigor, moaning around you to add to the already overwhelming sensation.

You came in his mouth with a soundless cry, humping his face to ride the sensation until it became too much, releasing his hair as a sign for him to stop. You took a few moments to catch your breath, your hand resting gently against his cheek.

"You did so good, baby boy." Your thumb caressed his chin, his mouth shiny with spit and your slick. He looked so attractive on his knees, head resting on your thigh, dopey cat-like smile looking at you with nothing but adoration.

You slowly stood up on shaky legs, Ingo quickly getting up to help you, making the dark patch on his panties more obvious. As you righted yourself, you gave him a kiss on the cheek, thanking him.

"I… actually have another thing ready." He said, once again blushing to the tips of his ears.

You smirked but didn't reply, as he walked to the closet, retrieving something. He needed to bend down to reach whatever it was, giving you a good view of a dark shape between his cheeks, you started having ideas of what he might still have in store.

Ingo turned then, holding a double sided strap, the inside was obviously designed to stimulate the clitoris, while the outside was long and thick, exactly the shape he loved. You knew he didn't have that toy before.

"I prepared myself and got this for you, if you wanna use it." Despite the shy look he had, he still said it with confidence, desperately wanting to please. "I know you love railing me, so I wanted you to feel just as good while doing it, giving me a ride while having your own. I wanted to return the favor for all the amazing times you gave me, what do you think?" The filthy words, the way he was dressed, the hungry look on his face, everything was almost too much. You did your best to keep yourself in check, instead of quickly putting the strap on and fucking him right then and there.

"Oh, love, there's no need to feel like you're paying me back or something. I love fucking your cute little ass," you moved towards him, hands grabbing each one of his asscheeks, pulling him close to you. A moan escaped his throat, as his very hard cock touched your skin "but I have to say, thank you, not just for the strap but this whole night. It's been magical and I wanna see where it goes from here."

Not missing a beat, you kissed him passionately, your tongue exploring his mouth, tasting him, lips messily moving against each other. After only a few moments you pulled back, letting him put the strap around you, sliding the inside to fit right against your dick. As you both made sure it was well strapped, you started to move, kneeling on the bed and patting the space in front of you, showing without words where you wanted him.

"On your hands and knees, baby boy, I want to give you some love first." The fond look you wore was a mirror of his own, doing as he was told, Ingo hugged a pillow close to him, getting comfortable while presenting himself to you. "Yes… Just like that."

Your hand found his back, lightly trailing your nails up and down his spine, warm touch moving south, pulling his panty aside, to fully show the black rose shaped plug he was wearing. You kissed and bit his cheeks while you slowly pulled it out of him, every movement you made moved the still turned off vibrator that rested against you. It was maddening for you both but you loved to tease him, even if that made you tease yourself.

As the plug was pulled free, your boyfriend whined at the loss, needy and worked up as he was, you knew how badly he wanted to be filled up again. You noticed then Ingo’s hand moving under one of the pillows, retrieving a bottle of lube from underneath.

"Here… I made sure it would be easy to reach." He reached his arm back, so you could take the bottle from his hands. "You're always careful with me, so I knew you might want to make sure, even if I used a lot of it when preparing myself." He was still breathing hard, eyes meeting the toy between your legs.

"Well then, I think now is as good a time as any to ask, how did you even get that cake?" You lubed up the vibrator, putting some on your side too. Despite how wet you already were, you didn't know if your slick would reach the part that was touching your cock.

"Hm… I asked Elesa for help, gave her the idea and she talked with a special effects crew tha- ah~" you started to move inside, slowly filling him up.

"Don't stop now, love, I want to hear the entire story." He could hear the smirk on your voice, knowing exactly what you were trying to do to him.

"She… She met them before… hm… in a fancy photoshoot she did," he took a second to breath and keep talking, "said they were good and asked for the prop herself, saying it was for a friend…" he moaned your name as the toy brushed against his prostate, "th-they sent her the box and we drove it here… She sh-showed me how to get inside… ah… without destroying it…" as you bottomed out, Ingo breathed deeply, "and then I got ready, just before I knew you would be here. I- hm… I didn't want to stay too long in there."

Your smile was fond as you caressed his back, letting him breath deeply after relaying his story, waiting for him to get used to the intrusion. It was bigger than what you normally used on him, and it affected you as well, you noticed then that your breath was also labored, quietly thanking the dragons for your first orgasm, knowing that the next one would take longer to build up to.

"It's so cute that you went through all of that just for me, I never thought that our joke would actually inspire you." You chuckled softly, fingers still running around his back, his sides, making him shudder under you. "But now, I think it's time we started the show, don't you agree?"

Whatever Ingo was gonna reply with, was lost as you pulled your hips back and slammed into him, the lube helping you easily slide in and out. He called your name as he gripped the sheets tightly, holding on for dear life as you set a punishing pace, moving your hips hard but not fast enough.

"P-please…" Your name once again called, as if in a prayer.

"What is it, baby boy? Use your words." Your smirk was devilish, you wanted to make him work for it, work for his pleasure.

"Please… Faster…"

"I can't do faster right now, but what about this?" And you reached for the control, turning the vibrations on.

You both moaned, the feeling of the toy moving against your dick was nice, you couldn't imagine how it felt for Ingo. You pulled back again, this time thrusting with the added sensation, draping yourself over Ingo, elbows keeping you up while you got even deeper than before.

"F-fuck, please keep fucking me like that, I'm so close…" As Ingo called your name and his breathing got faster, you quickly pressed the button, stopping the toy and pulling out.

Ingo whined, tears in the corners of his eyes. "Why did you stop?..." His cock was an angry red, still hard and dirtying the sheets with precum.

"Didn't want it to end too soon. Besides, I want you to cum while facing me, want to see all the beautiful faces you'll make while I'm relentlessly fucking you. Is that okay?" If he said the word, you would just help him finish, you didn't want to do something that he wasn't okay with. That wouldn't be the first time you would be edging him, but you wanted to make sure you were both on the same page.

He weakly nodded, sitting up on his legs with a cute almost smile.

"It's okay, I know it'll be worth the wait." He said weakly, moving to sit up as best as he could.

You couldn't help yourself, reaching over to capture his lips once again, using his waist to balance while he stayed sitting on his legs and knees. You separated only to whisper next to his ear.

"I want you to ride me."

His cock that was starting to get soft, perked up again, his blush back tenfold.

Ingo hid his face on your shoulder, nodding against your skin.

"No, no, you have to say it."

"I…" he took a deep breath, almost like he was gathering his courage, "I want to do it too… Take me for a ride." His almost smile was back, playful this time.

"Oh, I see how that is," you let out a chuckle as you moved against the pillows resting on the bed’s headboard, half laying, half sitting, "mr. Conductor is coming today as a passenger instead!"

"That's… precisely the case, I assume I already paid the necessary fee, is that correct?" Ingo positioned himself on your lap, standing over the strap.

"Yes, yes, perfect assessment as always." You decided that it was better safe than sorry, making sure to cover the toy with another layer of lube, before lining it up and helping Ingo drop down inch by inch.

"Y-you're the conductor this night, drive this- ah… this train in any- hm… anyway you please." He kept talking as the toy disappeared inside him. "I'm ready for a… A rough ride… If that's what it takes to get to our destination."

"I'll do my best to give you the ride of your life, my beloved conductor." Your words were soft despite the rough thrust that followed them.

Ingo couldn't do much more than rest his hands in your chest, moving with the hard pace you set. His moans washed over you, your name mixed in with the nonsensical sounds, all heightened as you reached for the control again, turning the toy on a second time.

The vibrations against your clit were divine, the way Ingo moved his hips making the soft silicone grind against you, pulling your own moans from your throat.

"Yes, Ingo, keep moving like that, fuck…" Your hips were almost moving on their own, chasing the incredible sensation.

You had enough clarity to turn the settings up, making you both once again falter in your movement, feeling too much and not enough all at once.

"Fuck, conductor, fuck me faster!" Ingo was getting desperate and you weren't much far behind. Planting your feet in the bed and gripping his waist tightly, you did just as he asked, fucking into him with renewed vigor, knowing you found the right spot as he yelled your name.

His eyes rolled back, mouth open, panting and calling for you while you fucked him hard and fast, making sure to hit his prostate as often as possible. His hands held onto your shoulders like a lifeline, keeping him upright as your thrusts got rougher and rougher, his voice naturally loud was yelling your name like a prayer, you knew he was right at the edge and with a final thrust right on his sweet spot, Ingo came with a shout, hips moving to ride out the bliss.

The toy grinded mercilessly against you, getting you to your own climax just a few moments after him.

Ingo came down before you, tears in his eyes as he tapped your chest, the overstimulation setting in while his legs were too weak for him to just move away. You got the message, quickly turning the toy off to spare you both.

He fell forward in your arms, toy comfortably still inside now that it was turned off. As if in instinct you hugged him closer to you, rubbing soothing circles on his back while you both caught your breaths.

"Best birthday gift, ever." You said quietly, getting a soundless chuckle out of your worn out boyfriend.

"I'm not sure for who this actually ended up being…" his shot out voice was quiet, unusual for him but expected after everything.

"I don't mind sharing with you, I love to make you feel this good." You kissed the top of his head, breathing in the sweet smell of his shampoo. "The only ones that'll complain about it are the neighbors."

You felt his face heating up, where his cheek rested against your shoulder.

"I was too loud wasn't I…" he sounded mortified.

"Doesn't matter, you were enjoying yourself." Your reply was confident, arms getting tighter around him, as if to protect Ingo from anyone that complained about his loudness.

He gave another weak chuckle, hugging you back as well as he could in the position you were in.

"Love you, Ingo. We'll have to move in a minute but you can rest here for now."

You felt a kiss against your skin, a content hum left on your shoulder while Ingo snuggled impossibly closer to you.

"I love you too, happy birthday."

#my writing #nsft #ingo x reader #submas #subway boss ingo #Emmet and Elesa only appear for a little bit so I'm not tagging them #if there's any other tags I'm missing lemme know!#x reader

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goatpaste · 2 years

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ok, first off, part 4 is the best one im sooo happy you hold the right opinion there. secondly, have you gotten to jojolion? if so, any opinions?

P4 is is just so good!! dont compare p4 to the rest of jojos!! its just doin its own thang

its very good and really just stands strong on its own

and yes! im actually currently reading through JJL atm, im workin through v14 right now, so i just finished reading the Vitamin C fight

and its very good, i like it A LOT more than sbr

it still has its icks, i cant ignore that and their some pretty big icks. but AT LEAST unlike SBR it isnt a major plot point that spans throughout the story and hinging on being "important to the story" its just a few unfortunate icks here and there.

BUT THE MAJORITY of the story is VERY fun and im REALLY enjoying it. i love the higashikatas so much their all freaks, i love that they all wont wow we love you josuke so much we wish you were our real son insteed of joshu <3 and then flushed him down the toilet <33

SOO mad Joshu has a cool fucking stand with a baller design, doesnt even deserve it...

i really do love the stand and ppl designs in this part. they look like they'll be very fun to translate into my art style if i ever get around to drawing them :))

and again love the characters, everyone's such a freak in the funniest best way possible i love them sm.

YASU AND GAPPY ARE ALSO SO SO GOOD AND SWEET AND GOOFY AND SILLAY AND I LOVE THEM. lil weirdos who im glad found each other <33

also i do really enjoying watching araki try to explore like, whats the world, really dive into character thoughts and feelings. i really enjoy watching through Gappy's delima of the question on "who am i and what does being me mean" its,,, ough

AND UGH JOSIFUMI AND KIRAS BACKSTORY IS SO OUCH AND MAKE ME WEEPY ITS REALLY GOOD THEIR BROTHERS THEY CARE EACH OTHER IM SO. UGH. Jojos hasnt had me this fee fee since the end of Stone Ocean fr...

theirs just a lot more to like about this part beside the characters its very good charaters in the classic good morioh setting with a fun story

aND this is one of the few parts that i geniuenlly knew VERY little about. i know Gappys deal and his whole idenity for the most part without the finer details, i know the name of some stands, i sorta understood the higashikata family set up, i know the name of the main villian and his stands name and i think i know its ability. and i knew the rock humans. But thats kinda it, i have NO idea a lot of the stuff thats going on as i go, i dont know a lot of characters, i dont know villian goals, or a lot of character backgrounds and development. im actually getting to go into this one pretty blind! and its so good because its a mystery set up and im like, really good part to not know whats going on. so exciting.

#jojolion spoilers #jjba spoilers

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neverwholelahey · 11 months

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Surprise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character surprising yours.

They had finally settled on where they wanted to live. It was a small cute little house. It even had a little wrap around porch, something he had always wanted. They even had two rocking chairs, one on the porch, and one in the nursery. The nursery, which was still fairly bare. They still had three months before the twins would even be in their lives as tiny babies. And he had sent Emma out with Stiles and her sister Caroline, to do some shopping for the twins. He'd also given her his card, and told her, don't think about the cost, just get what you want. And he knew that meant it would be a long while before they would be back. Something he needed.

He had a grand plan for the nursery, well not when it came to the furniture. However, he had plans for the walls, and he had an idea for how the nursery would be laid out, at least with the cribs. He was going to create a massive mural on the wall that the cribs were going up against. Which were in the hallway, still in boxes. Something he would remedy if he had time. However, his sole focus was the mural. He had a several sketches, and reference images in one of the sketchbooks he'd been hiding from Emma. It was currently on his easel which he had dragged into the nursery. He had a lot of paint pots around the room, along with his graphite pencils. Because he was going to sketch it out first.

The first thing he sketched out, was the tree. Which was going to be in the middle, between the two cribs. In the background, on either side, he was sketching out silhouettes of wolves. One was him, one was Derek, because Derek was the one who turned him. And it mattered to Isaac. He even had some subtle references to the fact that Emma was a vampire, though through a bat, hanging from one of the tree branches, with blood dripping. He knew it was slightly morbid, but he didn't care too much. He wanted the mural to represent their lives, their family and friends. It was why there were two bats, almost hugging. There was even a fox hiding in the background. And more wolves, the friends he had lost. There were orchids in the foreground, to represent his mother. But most importantly, was the tree itself. Big, and ethereal, him drawing inspiration from the idea of the Nemeton. Albeit, he added globes of lights to it. Making it look lit up. The mural took up the entire wall, the biggest wall in the room.

By the time they came back, Isaac had everything sketched out, and the background was done, but he had not had time to finish the entire thing, since it was a big mural. But, he had begun painting the tree, and some of the animals, since some of them were in the background while some were in the foreground, or in the middle. He heard Emma walking up the stairs, and he had a huge smile on his face. Just glad he'd been smart to use paint that wasn't toxic, so she could actually be in the house as he painted, and while it dried. He was also covered in splatters of paint. His hair, his ear, hands, anywhere and every where. It was why the floor was covered with plastic, to make sure he didn't ruin it.

"Surprise." He said with the biggest goofiest smile when he saw her jaw drop at the sight of what he was standing in front of.

Imagine it's two cribs and not a queen bed. And the little details I added in text being added into the actual mural.

#ask #answered #minimavampiressbase #minimavampiress #q

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sharkdream3421 · 2 years

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Ch'p X Reader - Living two lives

Word Count: 1906

You sat at the bar drinking your beer. You were talking to a couple who had interesting lives. The husband grown up in Ohio, which is pretty far away from South Dakota. I mean you ARE in South Dakota right now drinking at your favorite bar The Dunk Place.

Once you notice that you finished your second bottle of beer you set it down on the counter. You looked at your favorite bartender, Ryan.

"Another one Ryan," You demand nicely.

"Another? Wow Y/N you must be strong today." Ryan noticed.

Your life was pretty bland. You have a job at Barns and Noble, early on in your life your family all died from a car crash including your Mom, Dad, and your brother. You were only eleven when the accident happened so your grandpa and grandma decided to take you in with them. Then they...died too, when you were twenty. It just seemed like life was against you. Everyone that you ever loved just vanished before your eyes.

Your second life was being a green lantern. You have been a holder of the ring for five months. You learned that your previous holder was Sinestro. Rumor has it that around the green lantern's planet Oa, is that he used to be a respectable leader among his comrades. When everyone heard Sinestro turned against them all some were hit hard, some were sad but held it together.

When you first arrived on Oa in your slim green suit. Your teacher was Ch'p the Squirrel. He had small ears, big fluffy tail, small claws, and his green suit covered over his whole body. He also would float, run on four legs, or stand on two legs. His mask had one patch on both of his two eyes. You never saw his own eyes yet just the covering of the mask. Ch'p was a great teacher to you, and a good friend, he was like your best buddy. He was kind, compassionate, fearless, honest, selfless, and most of all he cared about you. You were his student of course. He taught you how to fly, how to construct, and many more secrets the ring had. Surprisingly, Oa actually had a cafeteria. So when you were at lunch you talked to Ch'p and learned that he was born on the planet H'lven, which also consisted of anthropomorphic chipmunks and squirrels. You told Ch'p all about Earth. There being chipmunks, squirrels, sharks, dolphins, humans like yourself, and many more species. Ch'p was very interested about your background, and he felt empathy toward your dead family.

Your job as a lantern was to protect Earth your home. You occasionally talk to Hal Jordan who was also another Lantern assigned to protect Earth, and was a member of the famous Justice League. Ch'p's job was to defend his planet. Your jobs as lanterns in more detail is to protect certain areas of the galaxy called sectors from incoming threats. Yours was 2814, which was Earth of course.

Back to your current situation. You were peacefully drinking your bottle of beer until some man sat by you.

"So really pretty. Say why don't you come with me and go for a drive?"

You took one last sip of your beer before you smacked the bottle on the table and looked at the man with a very sassy and pissed off face. The man was about to touch you until you grabbed his arm and with all your strength you flipped the man over and he landed onto the floor.

"Thanks Kilowog." You quietly whispered to yourself. Kilowog teached you that fighting technique. Kilowog was mean and kind of a bossy person at first when you were in your beginners class with him, but as time went on he showed his soft spot and you two started to become friends.

"I already have a boyfriend." You told the already berated man. Then you quickly tipped Ryan and walked out of the bar. You quickly ran around a corner in the street and checked to see if anyone was around. You then took out your green ring and set it on your finger. The green fabric of your suit quickly appeared over your clothing, and your mask shined upon your face. You launched up in the air towards space, and traveled towards your destination. Oa, specifically to see Ch'p.

On Oa...

When you arrived to Oa you waited in the line for the green energy waiting to charge your lantern. You were also waiting for Ch'p to arrive you haven't seen him yet. Meanwhile, you were over hearing Hal's and Tomar-Re's conversation.

"It's just that aliens aren't entirely welcome on Earth. I guess you could say our form of entertainment is watching aliens turn people get turned into goo and humans at war with them. Right Y/N?" Hal said turning towards you thinking that you heard his conversation.

You got out of your daydreaming and looked at Hal, "Huh? Oh yeah in a way, but I just wished Ch'p could be on Earth. I'm just worried about him getting blown up by the millitary..." You just then kind of faded off into the distance thinking about the horrible things the government would do to Ch'p if they found him. Would they experiment on him? Turn him into a raccoon? Oh the most horrible things you can imagine.

"What is a millitary?" Tomar-Re asked in confusion.

"Let's just say they are our version of being the protectors of my planet." Hal admitted. "Anyway Mrs. Stargazer, don't worry Ch'p will come."

You again got out of your space-dreaming and looked at Hal in concern. "I just worry for him, that's all."

Once it was your turn to charge your lantern, you put the lantern up to the energy core and wait. After a minute you feel a gust of force against the lantern pushing you back a bit. Your lantern was charged. You step out of the line and go sit on the edge of a cliff and wait for Ch'p. That cliff was where you first trained with Ch'p and tested your flying skills. It was a great place for looking at Oa and seeing the stars together.

After a couple minutes your favorite squirrel finally arrived. He flew right into your arms as you hugged him, "Ch'p!"

"Y/N, I'm so sorry I got here late." He notified of his absence.

You brushed your hands against his ears causing them to flinch adorably, "It's okay I figured you were busy or something." You replied.

Ch'p cuddled onto your lap, "A sector needed my help for trying to stop a threat to their planet, which delayed my time to having to charge my lantern and being with you."

You kissed his forehead and petted his head. "Your my hero," You chuckled.

Ch'p gave a small sigh, "Being a lantern is hard. Although, I still wish my planet would accept me, instead I'm still an outcast. However, the guardians gave me a home and Oa is my home now." Ch'p reminiscenced.

"Heh, living two lives is harder than one Ch'p. Having to be a lantern and having to live my own life on Earth is a lot of hard work. I barely get any free time." You say slightly frustrated.

Ch'p then climbed up your body, his head and your head came into contact. "Come on, let's go some where private, just the two of us." You were actually a little surprised at this.

"Okay." You said as you both got up and you followed Ch'p. You followed Ch'p into a room or an environment that had layers of crystals lined up one over the other. The perfect place for some privacy.

You sat on a crystal as Ch'p jumped up on the crystal and sat beside you. "Y/N, would you like to see me without my outfit, I've...I've never shown my own body to anyone before. Besides my homeworld of course, but I've never shown any lantern what I look like beneath this suit. So, I want you to be the first." Ch'p told you honestly.

He slid the ring off his finger, causing his entire body to be revealed to you and his eyes. He had tuffs and a bunch of fur on his body, all of it being brown. The mask that hid his eyes and eye color had disappeared. His eyes were amazing, brown, cute, innocent, and handsome. You set one hand laying on his cheek as your other hand went through the fur on his body. Those eyes of his looked like he was struggling with some sort of conflict at first, probably him thinking about revealing what he really looked like to you, but now he looked like he was relaxed. He felt calm in your presence, like you were the only thing that could keep him alive.

You kissed the spot between his ears as you petted the fur on his body. "Ch'p, I love you, and thank you for trusting me." You then look at him in the eyes as you stroke the fur on his cheek. "You know you can tell me anything." You smiled.

Ch'p crawled up your body and when Ch'p got close to your face, as you held him in your arms. He gave you a little lick on your cheek making you chuckle. "I know, and I'll always love you. Your the only thing I think about when I'm not near you. I just wish we could be together forever, without being lanterns." Ch'p said his thoughts as he looked in your eyes.

"Heh, if we weren't green lanterns then we wouldn't have met. I will admit, it does suck but our rings are the only way we can see each other. It's okay Ch'p we'll figure something out, besides your the one who always brightens my day." You confessed as you pet the fur on his big, bushy tail.

Ch'p leaned towards your face, but particularly your mouth. "Y/N, I'm sure your species have their own way of showing affection, but I would be very grateful if I could do it to you." Ch'p smirked a bit.

You blushed of course, "You mean kissing, with your lips?" You asked making sure that was what he was asking.

Ch'p gave you nod. You both leaned towards each other, Ch'p moved his mouth in a little weird way, but had his small brown lips showing. You chuckled a bit. Both of your lips connected feeling each other's presence is what you both always wanted.

When you both disconnected you suddenly realized something, "Ch'p you don't have your ring on. How come you can speak English?" You asked.

Ch'p laughed, which would always make you smile. "I started studying your language ever since you were my student. Lanterns don't really study other lantern's languages, but for the love of my life. Anything." Ch'p gave you a small little lick on the neck.

You chuckled, and gave him a hug. You wanted to be with Ch'p for the rest of your life. Sure he wasn't human, but who cared? Your in outer space, things are already weird. Whatever the future had for the both of you. You both knew that you would be there for each other and would get through it together. Their was one thing for sure, you weren't going to let the guardians break your relationship.

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sharlmbracta · 1 year

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this post is for me.

how do i feel? i feel like heaven. i feel like hell. i feel like i'm on drugs. i feel like i'm firmly on the ground. i'm so tired. i'm so infatuated. i feel anxious. i'm so embarrassed. i could fall asleep right now. i'm so damn wide awake.

i'm working with him. i'm anticipating. i'm patiently waiting when i finish all the base poses, smooth them, add details, animate the hat, rig the face, animate the face, animate the camera, adjust the textures, adjust the shaders, add lighting, floor, the background, and adjust everything all again. i'm waiting for when he will finally come alive.

i'm spending so much time on him, working on him, because i know it will all be motherfucking at the end because i've already experienced it before. dozens of times. when i was working with the surprisingly smooth wheatley animation. when i was transcripting his go-crazy theme. when i was transcripting this crazy old version of arirang black midi as a tribute. when i was working on that particularly detailed and wonderfully gruesome astor scene in the last chapter of the luscious and beautiful bibble about astor before the calamity. when i was finished with the champion revali transcription, knowing that it would be the final project i could ever work on before going into a year of dreary exam period and pouring my fucking heart into it.

when i was working on him. him. the same him that i'm currently so wonderfully attatched to now. when i was making him in blender for the first time, the first character i've ever brought to life. the reason i made him, the reason i've started krita and blender in the first place, the reason i've dipped myself into digital art in the first place. is. because i loved him. because i loved him then. because i forgot. because i love him now.

and i will not let this fucking sentiment go again. because it is my motivation. because it does make me alive. and if this sentiment were to pass to something else, someone else, then that blorbo better be a damn fucking good one because this sentiment is so. fucking strong. the brain munkey for him is fucking strong. i will not lose it again. if i come close to breaking and falling apart in real life i will remind myself of this post and that this is what makes me fucking tick. all i ever create is for me. for me to remember. because i am so good at remembering the bad things and forgetting what and why i was so damn happy about.

why am i happy about him? why do i feel that way towards him? i mean, he's great and all, but isn't is just plain weird to have... these... feelings about him?

does it look like i don't know that it's ridiculous?

believe me when i have a lot of excuses i could tell when people (even my own family) come and ask me "why do you like him so much".

i give them a million logical reasons telling them that he was the first video game character i've played as since i was 8, spent the longest time on gaming on his franchise, and that i respect him as hell as being the video game character of all time, with his game mechanics managing to stand so strongly by itself without any of the outer wrappings such as story, trending graphics, or other fancy stuff.

i give them a million observational reasons telling them that the portrayal of him is the perfect combination of young and old. he has a very clear design and have a distinct size and shape of his head, hands and feet, which are the most important body parts to be emphasized as an extremely acrobatic video game protagonist. his hair looks so fucking soft and fluffy. he isn't forcibly structured in terms of common beauty standards. his bean shaped torso is fucking cute. his eyes are fucking beautiful. he is so fucking expressive when the game budget allows it with all these facial expressions and bouncy movements and is fucking eye candy in terms of the principles of animation.

but we all know that developing a brain munkey about a blorbo isn't because of a specific reason. why truly do i feel like that about him? i don't know. i just do. and what do i want to do about this sentiment? nothing. hold up, not exactly nothing. i want to exploit the hell out of it. by making creations and mementos that i can look at and can capture the emotions and use them when i would crash down feeling fucking broken and useless and empty. the creations, if done well and hard enough, that can sometimes be used as portfolios depending on the subject and situation. if i'm going to be mentally attatched to a very odd thing that makes other people weirded out, and that thing makes me giddy happy like never before, might as well milk the fucking hell out of it.

because in the end, everything i make is for me. me alone. if they somehow make the brain munkies of other people happy as well, then that's a double score for me.

this post is so fucking long now. why did i make this post? the same reason as the paragraph above. it isn't for anyone else, it is for me. it is for me when i fall down and feel like nothing isn't ever gonna be worth it. it is to console me and remind me that there is this fucking level of happiness you can feel again, entirely generated within you without a physical external source if you don't give up. it is to help and guide me to locate my source of energy again. it is to help me remember that, by loving him, i also realize the sentiment of loving myself.

i love him.

i love mario.

and life is so much better now that i have him back with me again.

this post is for me.

#save #saved

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ofmagicandmusic · 2 years

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Finding A Lost Brother - Chapter 1

Word Count: 5.3k

Rating: T

Details: Kai & Nya & Lloyd Garmadon, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Fights, Consensual Violence, Blood and Violence, Hurt/Comfort, post s3, pre s4, Family Feels, Angst with a Happy Ending

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After Zane's death, Lloyd and Nya are left to pick up the pieces of the team they call family. They attempt to reconnect with Kai but soon notice something's not right, that their older brother might not be coping as well as he pretends to. What is he hiding from them?

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Nya was tinkering on the mission simulator. Only the sound of her tools could be heard as they echoed through the laboratory. It was strange, back on the bounty she’d always craved quiet, wanting time to focus on her Samurai X suit or other tech she was working on. But this silence felt too eerie. It was weird not hearing the boys from the other room. She’d gotten so used to their constant drone in the background, of snarky comments during training or the shouting that came with nightly video game matches. She almost missed Jay’s shrieks, Cole’s constant teasing, and Kai’s yelling, but Zane’s cool comments were what she missed most. Things felt lonely without them all. Misako and Wu were still often around, but Borg Industries always seemed this empty nowadays.

The ding of an elevator broke the silence as Lloyd entered the room. Relieved to see a familiar face, Nya smiled.

“Hey, Nya. Is my uncle around?”

“He just left to get tea with Misako.”

Lloyd nodded and made his way around the room, looking around at all the gadgets she’d been working on. “When will this thing be finished?” he asked, gesturing to her current project of colorful wires and circuit boards.

“I’m hoping it’ll be ready in a couple more weeks, but it’s tricky to create such an immersive simulation.” Lloyd nodded again and made his way to the wide glassy windows looking out across Ninjago City. The emptiness settled over the room once again, both remembering how they’d stood there for the first-time weeks ago, though it felt like years.

“Lloyd, have you seen Kai lately?” It was Nya who broke the silence, looking over at Lloyd from a pile of wires.

“No, I haven’t seen him since he left my dad’s monastery.” Lloyd answered with a shake of his head. Nya picked up her pliers, looking disappointed.

“He hasn’t been answering my calls.” She glanced down, pausing her work. “I hate to admit it, but I’m getting pretty worried about him.”

Lloyd murmured in agreement, walking over to her. Worry and uncertainty were commonplace among the team now…if you could even call it that. In the week following Zane’s memorial the team had quietly shifted apart, each claiming reasons to disappear. Lonely afternoons turned into days, then into weeks and months.

“I just wish he would at least tell me where he’s disappearing off to. He says he’s been traveling around Ninjago, but he’ll never tell me where exactly.” Nya complained. Then thinking of Jay’s announcement of his reality show, “The rest of the guys at least left with a proper goodbye.”

Lloyd placed a hand on her shoulder, the familiar pit in his stomach returning. “He has been taking it harder than the others, but he’ll come around. He probably just needs some time to deal with everything that’s happened. Like we all do.”

The emptiness of the room felt heavy again. Lloyd didn’t know if time would fix any of this. How could they just go back to the way things were? There was no Zane, and nothing could change that. He was supposed to lead them. He’d failed his team then and continued to fail them now. But what could he even do? Lloyd sighed, making a move toward the door, maybe he should wait for his uncle somewhere else. Nya’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

“Lloyd, would you mind keeping a lookout for Kai? Even with all this technology, I haven’t been able to track him.” She explained. It’s like he doesn’t want to be found.

“Sure.” Lloyd answered. It was the least he could do.

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Lloyd kept his eyes peeled as he made his patrols around the city. He had to do more now without the other ninja. He didn’t mind it too much though, it kept him busy and away from worrying about the rest of them. Or thinking about what had become of their team.

He went by his friend’s new jobs every so often. He didn’t talk to them, but it was nice to just see them again. To pass Cole in the trees or be in the back of audience at one of Jay’s shows. He gave Nya updates on what they were all up to. She hadn’t spoken to Jay or Cole in a while for obvious reasons. But still as he looked, there was no sign of Kai.

On Nya’s advice, he went by the Four Weapons first, seeing if Kai had come back to his old home. But there was no evidence that the red ninja had been there, and the forge seemed as cold as he must have left it years ago.

In between training with his father, Lloyd made his way around Ninjago with the excuse of keeping an eye on things. But he couldn’t seem to find what he really should’ve been keeping an eye on. He should have been helping his team. A real leader wouldn’t have let them fall apart like this. A real leader wouldn’t have lost any of them.

After several fruitless searches, he assumed Kai left the city and followed suit, searching everywhere he could think of. But Lloyd returned to Ninjago City a week later, disappointed. In the following weeks, when he wasn’t making up for lost time with his father, checking up on the other guys, or helping Nya and his uncle, Lloyd found himself wandering Ninjago City once again. It didn’t seem that long ago when they’d all first come here, when he was still small. He remembered how strange it seemed to see the massive buildings rise on the horizon just past the empty desert. And Lloyd remembered how the others felt the same, all coming from smaller towns and villages.

It didn’t seem that long ago when they’d returned to the city with shock at its technological advancement. Everything had changed so fast. But the new technology made things harder in the end. Made it so the overlord could hide within the code of the city. They should’ve stopped him before any of this happened. It was Lloyd’s fight, the encore of the final battle. He should’ve stopped the overlord before; he should’ve saved Zane.

Thoughts swirled as Lloyd made his daily walk up and down the streets, a dark hoodie over his usual green to draw less attention. Lloyd knew that ninja never quit but it was beginning to seem rather inaccurate.

Lloyd walked the outskirts of town, slipping in between the boarded-up buildings and smaller apartments where the sand almost touched the street. The afternoon sun coated the valleys between structures. He felt like he’d looked up and down every street in the city. But at least the search kept him busy and away from the growing fear in his chest. What if something happened to him? Lloyd cared about Kai like a brother. What if he never found him? After weeks of searching, Lloyd didn’t think he’d ever have much luck finding Kai unless he wanted to be found. After all, ninja were good at staying out of sight.

Then a bit of red caught his eye. Standing at the corner of the barren street was a man in a red jacket, hood pulled up. The air caught in Lloyd’s chest, too hopeful, but he kept a careful watch, only proving his suspicions more. The height, the jacket, the way he walked, it had to be him, right? He followed the man down the street and through an alleyway, sneaking in behind him as the door closed to an apartment building.

The man looked back, almost noticing him before continuing onward, up a few flights of stairs. He pulled his hood down at the next landing. Lloyd almost gasped, it really was him. Kai’s hair was less spikey, and he looked tired, but he’d recognize that face anywhere. It took all his energy not to run up to him, but Lloyd had to be careful. Kai had disappeared for too long and he could easily do it again. He couldn’t risk frightening him off now.

So, he watched Kai unlock his apartment door, balancing a takeout box in one hand then closing the door. Lloyd found it hard to walk away from his friend he’d spent so long looking for, but he couldn’t jeopardize things just yet.

Still, he found himself scaling the building soon after, climbing to Kai’s window. Careful not to make a sound, Lloyd peaked in, scanning his eyes across the plain room. All he saw was Kai reclined on the couch half asleep and the takeout left on the table. Warmth filled Lloyd’s chest at seeing his brother again. Climbing down from the building he repeated the address over and over in his head as the evening sun set.

He reached for his phone and clicked on Nya’s picture.

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The next morning, Lloyd returned to Kai’s place with Nya. Last night he’d explained how he found him and that he hadn’t talked to him yet. It felt weird to be nervous about such a thing, mere months ago they’d talked constantly. Now things were different, teammates didn’t just disappear.

But they were both eager to see their brother again and were curious about what he’d been up to. Clearly, he hadn’t been playing into the spotlight like Jay, but maybe he’d tell them about his travels around Ninjago if his old texts to Nya were accurate.

The haze of the morning sun faded as they pushed open the glass doors to lobby of Kai’s building. There wasn’t much to see besides a few rows of mail slots and a couple of vacant hallways branching off the main room. A burnt-out lightbulb hung in front of an elevator with an out of order sign. Lloyd took the stairs on the left, Nya followed wordlessly in tow.

The peeling carpet creaked as they made their way to the next floor. He could feel his heart beating faster already, from excitement or nerves he couldn’t tell. Either way, soon they were several floors higher, and Lloyd guided them to the right door, number memorized. He glanced up at Nya, frozen as she stepped forward. Her knocks echoed in the empty hallway.

“Kai? It’s me, Nya.” She tapped her foot with impatience. Lloyd hoped he was home now, that it wasn’t a mistake not talking to him last night. But soon they heard other hurried sounds and then footsteps before the door opened.

“Nya? Lloyd?” The door opened slowly, and there stood their brother, familiar voice tinged with surprise. Kai was dressed simply, a red hoodie over faded black jeans. Though it hadn’t really been that long since they’d seen him, it sure felt like it had. A small smile found its way onto Lloyd’s face seeing those classic spikes and the warmth in his scarred eye. Kai looked past the pair at his door.

“Where are the others?” Kai asked quickly, seemingly on instinct. Lloyd doubted he’d really thought they would be there.

“It’s just us,” Nya answered with a sigh, “do you have some time to talk?” The question rang with the awkwardness of those who weren’t used to being apart.

Kai leaned heavily on the doorway, almost hesitant to step out or open the door fully. It occurred to Lloyd again how tired he looked and how his spikes were droopier than he remembered.

“Uh sure,” he replied to Nya’s question, checking the time on his phone. Kai frowned momentarily before cracking a smile at his siblings. “Come on in.”

Kai opened the door for them before scrambling to shove something away in the fridge and pulling the bedroom door closed. Lloyd figured he wasn’t expecting guests. Still, he was a lot neater than some of the ninja, namely Jay.

A tan clearly used couch sat to their left in the larger space of the apartment. Cheap white blinds hung half open against the window Lloyd had peered into before. Light shone in on the stained wooden coffee table in front of the couch and the old recliner on its other side. Aside from a red shirt laying on the back of the couch, it didn’t look very lived in. Not that things were new, far from it, but they weren’t homey.

His place was small and clearly only had the essentials, but it wasn’t that dirty and was better than their second apartment in Ninjago City.

“So, what’s the occasion?” Kai asked, locking the door behind them. It was clear he was attempting to sound more casual. Lloyd could understand that, everything had changed so much lately, and they all still felt the weight of the loss of their brother.

“Well, someone hasn’t been returning my calls, so Lloyd went looking and we found this place.” Nya explained, “and I gotta say it’s not bad—how did you afford it?”

“Just some different jobs around the city, like when we all first came to Ninjago City.” Kai explained, leading them over to the couch. “Though no kid’s parties this time.” He smiled timidly. Lloyd laughed at the memory of the grand penthouse they’d tried to afford.

“Really? With that bruise I would’ve thought you had.” Nya commented lightly while Lloyd shot her a nervous look.

“Even without the overlord there’s still crime in Ninjago.” Kai shrugged, attempting to look nonchalant. “I may not be a ninja anymore but that doesn’t mean I can’t help if I’m in the right place at the right time.”

“You’re still a ninja Kai.” Lloyd said quietly, though his brother gave no reaction. Either Kai didn’t hear him, or he didn’t want to.

“So, what’ve you two been up to?” He settled down comfortably on the chair on the opposite side of the coffee table. Moving a red shirt aside, Lloyd followed Nya in taking a spot on the couch. It felt awkward being in a space that was not all of theirs, almost like they were intruding.

“Well, you know, new projects, helping out in Borg Tower, and doing some mechanics work on the side.” Lloyd could hear the hesitancy in her voice in mentioning the Tower.

“That’s my sis, always working on something.” Kai answered fondly, giving his best attempt at a smile. The sunlight from the window shone on his face. If they were next to each other, Lloyd knew Kai would’ve pulled her close in a sibling half hug. He was only a few feet away, but it felt like much farther.

“And I’ve been able to spend more time with my dad.” Lloyd added, trying to pierce the heaviness that permeated the room.

“That’s great, Lloyd.” For once, Kai’s smile looked genuine, but there was still a sadness in his eyes. Though knowing Kai’s history with his parents, it made sense. Even with all the issues with his parents, Lloyd wouldn’t want to know what that was like. At least he’d always known his father was out there.

Lloyd looked down, fiddling with the zipper on his green jacket. The room’s emptiness was palpable in the silence. There were so many more that should be here, and one who’s absence felt like sheets of ice between them.

“What about the others?” Kai finally asked, ending the uncomfortable pause. He lacked his usual energy, but his hands were restless against the chair as if itching for something.

“After you disappeared, they sort of… went their own ways too.” Lloyd explained.

“Yeah,” Nya sighed. “It’s weird seeing you all apart.”

“Cole became a lumberjack.” Lloyd said, eager to see his brother’s reaction.

“Really? The Master of Earth spending his time in trees?” Kai shook his head, “I can’t believe it.”

“Neither could I,” Nya commented, “but from what Lloyd says, he seems happy.” Or as happy as any of them ever were now. “And he’s certainly strong enough for the job.”

“Now that’s true, I still have a mark from that one time I tried to arm wrestle him.” Kai smiled at the memory.

“That’s just because he ended up throwing you into the wall.” Lloyd countered.

“Details, details.” Kai said with a wave of his hand, and Nya smiled too. He seemed happier now, Lloyd noticed, one almost didn’t see the heaviness in his posture or the bags under his eyes.

“And then I assume you’ve heard about Jay’s tv show.” Nya said.

“Jay’s what?” The look on Kai’s face was hilarious. “You can’t be serious.”

“I really am.” Nya confirmed, and Lloyd nodded with her. “You really haven’t seen it?” She sent an incredulous look at Kai who just shrugged.

“I’ve been busy.” With what exactly Nya didn’t ask. Instead, she just took out her phone, typing in a quick search before holding it up.

“You really have to see this.” She pressed play. Jay’s voice spilled out from the tiny speakers as he announced the next contestant. Seeing Jay’s bright blue outfit and styled hair, Kai laughed immediately. They watched through several rounds of the show with fond smiles on their faces. Lloyd knew Nya didn’t particularly like being reminded of what had happened with her and Jay, but at least she could somewhat enjoy this.

In the video, Jay flew using his lightning and cracked another pun as he landed on the stage.

“I still can’t get over that outfit.” Kai laughed when the video ended.

“And the hair.” Lloyd chimed in with a smile. And soon the three of them were laughing together. It felt almost like old times, mocking each other’s antics. Though the thought of Jay snagged uncomfortably in Nya’s mind, she laughed with them. It felt nice to simply spend time with her brother and Lloyd (though he was basically her brother now too), they’d all been too distant lately.

So, they continued talking and sharing stories. It made her happy to see Kai smiling again. They’d all been a mess since Zane’s…. Nya still didn’t like thinking it, but since then Kai had reacted the worst. Though he was composed enough to speak at the memorial, that evening there was something missing in him, like a flame snuffed out. Nya accidentally walked in on him crying later that night. Knowing he didn’t like anyone seeing those sorts of emotions, Nya didn’t say anything, though now she wished she did. The next night he disappeared, and the other boys soon followed. Since then, her contact with Kai had been only a few phone calls and some missed texts. All too vague.

That’s what was still bothering her. Yes, she was glad to see Kai again, but something still felt off. At first, she’d assumed it was just the grief. She and Lloyd probably seemed different to him too, it hurt them all. Zane being gone still felt so wrong, and they missed him more than they could express. But Kai seemed even more different, like he was hiding something. She figured it was due to some sort of sister instincts that came from having grown up with him that she noticed. Though he was often good at lying. A couple times when they were younger, he’d hid how hard he was working, and she didn’t notice until it was almost too late. And that scared her. Mentally kicking herself, Nya wished she’d made more of an effort these past couple months. But she’d let herself get too caught up in her own feelings and wanted to be on her own in her own way too.

Nya gave a quiet sigh, trying to pay attention to what Lloyd and Kai were talking about now. But all she could focus on was Kai.

He nodded along as Lloyd told him something, fingers tapping against the chair. That was normal enough, as were the bruises she noticed on his knuckles. Still strange for someone who wasn’t doing ninja business anymore. But Kai was unpredictable, bruises meant nothing. He was probably just training to get his energy out like he’d done before.

But then she remembered earlier when he opened the door. The slump of his shoulders, the exhaustion written all over his face. She noticed how fake his smile seemed sometimes, how it seemed to take a lot of effort to talk to them. He was clearly trying to fake his usual confidence and Nya didn’t know what to make of it. Too much of it could be chocked up to Zane, and surely that was part of it, but that couldn’t be all of it.

And then there was the vagueness surrounding his job. Kai had purposefully avoided telling them exactly what he did. This was strange in and of itself because if it was something good, she didn’t see why he wouldn’t brag about it. This realization only made her more concerned. But throughout their conversations she didn’t bother pressing him on it. It felt stupid but Nya didn’t want to risk him getting upset and leaving again. He could clearly hide from them well if he really wanted to, and it was hard enough finding him the first time.

So, Nya simply smiled along and added little things to the discussion. Maybe she was just paranoid. Maybe they’d just been apart for too long and Kai had changed. Maybe he was still missing Zane a lot and that showed.

But then she saw the bottle. It was empty, half hidden under the old recliner kai was sitting on. She leaned over slightly, trying to get a better look but Kai’s foot gently kicked it under the chair. However, Nya had seen enough, she’d caught a glimpse of the label. It was alcohol.

Confusion and worry surged in her chest. Since when did Kai drink? Sure, he was technically an adult now, but he still wasn’t old enough for that. It seemed weird to imagine her brother grown up in that way, but it fit with everything else. His disappearance, the secrecy, his mannerisms. All she could hope was that it was just a one off, she’d heard stories of grieving people who lost themselves with things like that. She prayed her brother wasn’t one of them.But the more Nya thought about it, the more concerned she became. Why did he disappear? Why didn’t he tell them about his job? Why was he avoiding them?

Something had to be wrong. Kai was definitely hiding something. Nya had the urge to interrupt Lloyd and ask him right then and there, but with how cagey Kai had been, she doubted it would help. They would have to engage in much more subtle tactics.

She looked over at Lloyd, wondering if he noticed the same things. Knowing how much time he and Kai spent together, he probably did. Then Lloyd’s question finally pulled her out of her head.

“Kai, will you come back with us one of these days?” Lloyd said, finally asking what they both wanted to know. The room stilled.

“There’s no team without him.” Kai looked down, “I can’t.” His voice was solemn, and a broken look crossed his face. Suddenly it was all too apparent how far apart they were, how far away they’d been. The heaviness of pain shared hung in the room like thick sheets, pushing them apart.

Finding no other way to break the awkwardness, Lloyd asked to go to the bathroom. Kai pointed to the door on the left. Nya didn’t miss how he tensed at the question, and it turned the gears in her mind once more.

Lloyd got up and suddenly she was alone with Kai. They sat in silence for a moment till Nya finally spoke.

“I know it’s hard. I knew him too, and I can’t imagine what it’s like for you.” She said her words carefully. “But we miss you too, you know?”

Kai looked up at her. His expression was unreadable but there was an undeniable sadness in his eyes. Nya cleared her throat. “I think Zane wouldn’t want us to stay apart. Lloyd’s been talking about getting the team back together.” She watched Kai’s reaction carefully. He seemed to be mulling it over.

“I’ll think about it.” He finally said.

Nya was momentarily surprised at his answer. She had expected him to say no again. Though she realized that he could just be saying that just so she would stop bothering him about it. The silence hung around them once more like heavy fog. Nya wished there was some way to get through to him.

“Are you doing okay?” Nya asked after a few more minutes passed.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Kai answered with a half-hearted shrug, something tensing in him as he said it.

“You sure? Is anything wrong, aside from you know…?” Nya trailed off, not wanting to say it. Kai ignored it knowing what she meant.

“Why do you ask?”

“Oh, no reason. I just worry about you is all.” Nya quickly covered. “And I miss having my brother around. You’d tell me if something was going on right? If you really weren’t okay?”

“Of course, I would. You’re my sister.” Liar. The reassuring expression on his face did nothing to comfort Nya. There was too much she didn’t know, too much that added up into an uncomfortable pattern. She looked up at Kai with a faint smile, trying not to show the concern on her face.

What hurt most is that he wouldn’t tell her. Back when they were kids, they’d shared almost everything with each other. Of course, the only real exception was Kai hiding the more adult things he had to deal with and trying to keep her sheltered. Now, she wanted to stand up and point out what she noticed, to demand Kai tell her what he was doing.

But that wouldn’t get them anywhere. It might even drive them apart, shattering the fragile connection she was trying to keep. Plus, Kai was stubborn. Once he decided to do something there was little anyone could do to stop him. But she couldn’t blame him, she understood more than anyone not wanting to look weak.

“Well, just know I’m here for you. Or if you ever want to talk about what happened.” Nya said, eyes trained on her brother. Kai nodded, shifting in his seat. He looked almost guilty, and Nya mentally added it to the list. If Kai wouldn’t tell her what was up, she had to figure it out herself.

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Lloyd turned off the faucet then reached over to dry his hands. Kai’s strangeness nagged at him. On one hand he was so happy to see his brother that he wanted everything to be perfect, on the other he couldn’t stop seeing signs he didn’t like.

The bathroom was dirtier than the rest of the apartment. It was small with just enough room for the essentials, but that wasn’t what Lloyd noticed. No, there was something else, something red, and it wasn’t Kai’s clothes. Bloodstained bandages were left out on the counter, strewn across the ceramic.

If it wasn’t for the situation, Lloyd wouldn’t have been disturbed by the sight, wouldn’t have felt something sink in his chest. He would’ve just told Kai off for being messy and gone about his day. But this wasn’t the bounty, this wasn’t after a battle. Kai had gotten hurt, and they weren’t there for him. Worse still, he didn’t even want to tell them. Maybe he didn’t even trust them anymore. Something familiar and painful ached in Lloyd’s chest. Several months had driven them further apart than he thought.

What had happened in the last few months that Kai didn’t want to talk about? Sure, there was Zane, but Lloyd could’ve sworn there was something else wrong with Kai since they’d arrived. This only confirmed it.

Kai being as close-lipped about these things as he was, Lloyd knew he wouldn’t get much in the way of an answer soon. So, he really couldn’t be blamed for doing some snooping. He looked around, noticing a red towel hung over the shower. Lloyd pulled back the shower curtain, relived to just see Kai’s normal hair products or their off-brand counterparts. Next, he rummaged through the bathroom drawers, finding nothing more than some hairbrushes, more hair products, toothpaste, and concealer Kai swore he didn’t use on his freckles. Lloyd made sure to put things back so he wouldn’t be suspicious.

Lloyd knew he had to be missing something, though he worried that he was taking too long. Then he noticed the mirror. He realized that it was one of those kinds that had small shelves inside. Curiously, Lloyd opened it. His heart sank.

Inside were more bandages, some similarly stained. There were more medical supplies too, like what they’d have on the bounty only the cheap versions. Why Kai needed all this he didn’t know. Earlier he would’ve assumed that his brother continued being a ninja, but based on his earlier statement, Lloyd doubted that. Small bottles of painkillers also made an appearance, along with other bottles Lloyd didn’t recognize.

He shut the mirror quietly and made his way out the door, trying not to think too hard about what he’d just seen. He had to talk to Nya about it.

Heading back to the living room, Lloyd caught a glimpse of the counter in the corner, a place that couldn’t be seen from the front door. Empty green bottles stood together in rows. Another piece to the concerning puzzle.

Nya and Kai were hugging as he walked into the living room, which was also the kitchen, small as the apartment was. As Nya pulled away, Lloyd could see something sad flicker beneath her content expression.

“Oh Lloyd, I was just saying telling Kai that we should probably get going. I have to get back to working on the tech in Borg Tower.” Lloyd knew none of the stuff there was very time sensitive. He nodded anyway, knowing she probably had a good reason to lie.

“Bye Kai,” Lloyd said, offering a hesitant hug. He didn’t miss how his brother flinched at his touch, but Kai still followed through in wrapping his arms around him. Lloyd forgot how much he missed his warmth, even though he could swear Kai was colder than he used to be. Pulling away, Lloyd gave him a smile, “We’ll have to visit more often. It was good seeing my brother again.” Kai returned his comment with a weak hair ruffle, replying ‘you too’.

A few more goodbyes and final comments later they made their way out of Kai’s apartment. As the door closed, he saw a glimpse of his brother and it occurred to him how fragile Kai looked. They didn’t talk till they were across the hall and downstairs.

“Kai seems different, doesn’t he?” Lloyd finally asked, breaking the hesitant silence. His eyes followed Nya expectantly.

“Yeah, something seemed off with him.” Nya agreed, concern showing plainly on her face. “I wasn’t sure if you would notice, but it’s like he is hiding something. I asked him about it, but he won’t tell me anything!” She threw her hands up in exasperation. Lloyd knew he needed to tell her what he saw.

“I saw--in the bathroom there were bloody bandages and all this medical supplies. I don’t know what he’s doing that he would need all of it.” Nya stopped walking, annoyance turning to worry and fear.

“I saw some pretty weird stuff too.” She mentioned, then let Lloyd continue.

“Also, he had all these empty juice bottles in the corner. Kai doesn’t even like juice that much, so I don’t even know why he would.” Lloyd looked down; brows furrowed in confusion. They had to figure this out and help their brother. Nya placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Hate to break it to you Lloyd, but I don’t think that’s juice.”

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Ximena HCs: Military Background

AN:here's a little headcanons I have for Ximena. A bit to learn more about her. I will probably add to this last as I develop her character. ENJOY!🌟

TW: SA mentioned. Very Brief literally just the term SA. But I wanted to warn in case!

Masterlist

Ximena is a plus size woman. Curvy with a stomach, but she's very flexible and has a lot of muscle even if she doesn't look it~

She's short. Her 22' version is 5ft 4in. Her 09' version is 5ft 9in.

Yes I have two versions. But I focus primarily on her 22' self.

She's a Mexican immigrant, she was 9 when she immigrated with her family to England.

She still has an accent, especially since her family made monthly or yearly trips back home

Most of her family had served. It being military, police force, or firefighters. She wanted to follow that lineage

She's really intelligent. One focus that many sought her for. She's learned so far 7 languages; Spanish, English, German, Korean, French, Japanese, Russian. *Currently learning Chinese and Dutch*

Medically trained, first started as a medic. But a few higher ups saw potential in her as a trained soldier, which she switched to

Ximena was ignored and pushed down a lot. Especially dealt with racism.

As she built her career and became a respected soldier over time

She was asked to assist with covert missions, where she shined

Came back quick, had multiple wins for herself.

Eventually, she was 'asked'(forced) to work with a well regarded soldier Simon Riley.

Side note: THEY HATED EACH OTHER

Eventually they got along, did start dating but we're not gonna go into details here~

A tragic event happened that defined her resilience. And her ties to Simon. TW: SA. That's it won't dive into it-

She witnessed Simon becoming Ghost.

She was asked to assist with Price's unit Bravo Team. She dons Bravo-2 as her call sign

She has a jumbled up career. Doing solo missions, infiltration, along with covert missions.

A few solo missions she was acknowled for was bringing down human trafficking circles, arms deals, along with sabotage for terrorist groups-

During 2018 she was asked to infiltrate the Inner Circle and figure out their motives. This was assigned by General Shepherd's who seek her expertise

She did infiltrate it. At one point she was Vladimir's right hand woman, and partner.

When the events of 2020 happened and the team was brought in to handle the terrorist attack Vladimir created. She was the rat that spilled the tea.

She didn't know how he was gonna escape. But she did know he would try.

The airport was thankfully empty out. A key note of that, Ghost wasn't left at the airport for that reason. Well I say 👀

Vladimir had a feeling it was her, but he was a coward as they had him in the helicopter. Even throwing swears and phrases to her in Russian. Soap was allowed to knock him out

What they found out was she was abused and tortured during her time. She came back from her long curly hair to a short fluffy bob. Even a few new scars on her face. Along with her being colder.

General Shepherd's did apologize for her going dark for two years. Even gave her a medal for her efforts. But she denied it, not wishing to be reminded of the time.

When Laswells asked her to assist with Task Force 141, it was during her covert mission. She was gone four days. She suffered punishment for it in the Inner Circle but it was needed at the time during 2019

When Las Almas happen, she was asked to join the two boys going out- especially since she was from Mexico. She did decline. Just helping from the sidelines

(At this time Ximena and Simon had 2 kids already. Thinking about another one-)

The chaos of the betrayal to the problems with missiles being lost and anywhere was a lot

When they finished with Graves and his Shadows, she cut her ties to Shepherd. Even if he created her to be who she was today

At the time of the missiles she was allowed a leave..due to medical reasons.

When she regroup with the lads in the bar. She was excited, but she was asked to help with just Intel from that point on. Seeing she had to for her medical leave she would be taking them on.

(she was pregnant. Third baby on the way! Ghost was worried not gonna lie, his precious wife was out in danger just a week ago and she was pregnant??)

During 2023, and the events leading up.

Once Makarov was known to be loose. She was secured and safe along with her kids. Monitor for her and her family safety since she was his rat years ago

She helped pinpoint locations, dealt with Shepherd when he wanted back in. Even gave them codes and security by pass with the Koni group.

She heard about Johnny getting injured and how Makarov was still at large.

The Riley family was put under protection, Simon was clear on his position. We get Makarov we retire. Maybe.

Both agreed, get Makarov and retire from field work. Maybe. Doesn't mean they didn't wanna be on base training the next generation. But that was for future conversations

That's is so far! Hoped you enjoyed the what I have for her- I will make separate HCs for different things. Like this is just her career and her accomplishment in the military.

And if you have a moment and got this far I wanna ask.

Thank you again love ya all! 💗

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|| SO gonna reconstruct Anne's backstory, so this post is going to explain the new details, as well as explain Adrian, Anne's twin brother (younger twin)~ These things are super open to change, so they might not actually stick in the finished product. A lot of this has to do with how Fontaine works once we know more about it~

Background info!!

To start with, I'm changing their last name. Thinking about something with the root word "Diabolus". Any ideas of what to do with that would be SO appreciated!!

Anne and Adrian are in no way related to Diluc anymore. Their family has no apparent roots to Mondstadt anymore. Yeah, Anne looks a lot like Diluc, but that's just coincidental~ The Diabolus (working name until I change it XDD) family has lived in Fontaine for generations and has been an aristocratic family that is quite close to the Hydro Archon. However, everyone in this family has, for generations, seen Focalors as a joke.

Even though they are high class nobility in Fontaine, this family runs the criminal underworld of information in all of Fontaine...as well as all of Teyvat. That organization is called The Underworld, and Anne is the current head (this hasn't changed). She has branches in every nation with an executive acting as the head, but with the changes to her character, she doesn't need a Fontaine "executive" since she already runs this branch herself. She runs the Fontaine branch as well as the whole Underworld (though I may have Adrian do most of the Fontaine branch stuff...maybe idk)

Info about the twins' family!!

Anne and Adrian are hella close. They've been inseparable from birth. Anne is the older twin and Adrian is younger, and Anne has always been much stronger than Adrian. She was a strong and tough girl who always loved running around and getting into things, but Adrian was rather sickly as a child and couldn't always keep up with his sister. Whenever he couldn't keep up, his mother would keep him company.

As children, Anne was a lot like their mother--brave, strong, and so emotional and free-spirited. By contrast, Adrian was just like their father when their father was a child--quiet, shy, ill-bodied. But the two had each other, and that's all that mattered.

Their mother loved them very much and gave them enough love for both of their parents. However, their father was not a very affectionate parent. He loved his children, but in his own "proper nobility" way. He didn't play with them. He was always working. He was very distant from his children. Anne didn't really like him because of this, even as a young child, but Adrian still wanted to get his attention in any way possible.

I'm not sure when this will take place nor do I know much of the details, but at some point (maybe when they were around 10..?) SOMETHING happens that puts the family in danger. I really don't know the specifics and I would like to bounce my ideas off of someone, but what I want to end up happening is at some point Adrian is with his mother and sees her get brutally murdered right in front of him (like a shot through the head or something, something to really scar him) and I want something to happen later where Anne defends Adrian from a potentially fatal attack, getting her hand deeply cut in the process but also giving Anne her vision. Anne then burns herself with the intensity of her vision (her passion is INCREDIBLY strong and unstable, after all) and Adrian gets his hydro vision shortly after to heal his sister.

So their mom dies and Adrian sees it, and the two get their visions within the span of a few days at most~ But that was a long time ago. It has affected Anne, of course, but it really affected Adrian. He's now terrified of losing anyone else that he loves, so he does whatever he can now to keep his loved ones (especially Anne) safe, even if they don't need it. Even if they don't want it.

At some point fairly recently, their father retired and appointed Anne as the new head of the Underworld and the head of the family itself. She didn't want this, but she didn't want Adrian to be stuck in this role either, so she took it. That much hasn't changed.

In Anne and Adrian's original story, they have a very close connection to Lia (who I made for the same story, actually). I want to keep that connection. So, whenever Lia in her genshin verse fled Snezhnaya, she found the Underworld (either she was told to go there or she happened to find them) and Anne and Adrian kind of took her in for a bit and allowed her to lie low. They would NOT normally do this, so I need to figure out why they would do this for her (they are not a charity here). But in the time they kept Lia hidden, both twins fell in love with her, and Lia didn't return the feelings. They still keep tabs on her in Mondstadt. Anne just wants to make sure she's safe, and Adrian is a bit more...obsessive. (THIS DOESNT ALWAYS APPLY!! If I have a ship with Anne or Adrian that has lasted for a few years before the current story timeline, said twin did not fall in love with Lia. But if they weren't in a relationship when Lia was under their care, they fell for her.)

Info about Adrian himself!!

Hydro, thinking I may make him a bow user... Maybe a catalyst. The only reason I would make him a bow user is because his body is still kind of weak, but if Baizhu can be a catalyst user, so can Adrian XDD

Anne is scary because she's powerful, not just as the head of the Underworld but also because she is crazy strong with her pyro vision. However, Adrian is scary because he is unhinged. He's unpredictable, and if you cross him (or ESPECIALLY his sister) your life is in grave danger. Your only hope is to get on Anne's good side so she can restrain her brother.

Adrian is so loyal to Anne. These twins have a lot of death/grim reaper/devil motifs. So one way you can think about the twins is that Anne is Hades and Adrian is Cerebus. He is like her dog when it comes to work (but she doesn't treat him like a dog, she treats him like her younger brother who she loves so much. But he's very dog-like).

I don't exactly know what Adrian's job in the Underworld is... Maybe he will be Anne's right hand, but I think he will mostly be her most skilled informant. If she needs to personally send someone to get information, she will send her brother...unless she's worried he will make a mess of the situation.

BE CAREFUL WITH ADRIAN. He is totally yandere material. He can be nice at times, but he also highly obsessive when it comes to the people he cares about. The only reason he doesn't make "accidents" for anyone Anne is dating (thus taking his sister away from him in his eyes) is because Anne won't let him. Anyone else, however, he will cling to in an unhealthy manner. This will NOT be romanticized. This is just me exploring what Adrian's trauma has done to his mentality. But do not go into interacting with Adrian and assume he is some nice guy.

Adrian is my one token straight muse XDD I just don't see him being shipped with a guy...maybe this can change, but until then, these siblings only like girls XDD

More TBA..??

#⪡||⋇ [anne hc] ⋇||⪢#◹||⋇ |genshin impact| ⋇||◸#(ASK TO TAG!!!)#⪡||⋇ [adrian hc] ⋇||⪢

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keemokazi net worth

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Abuse of Children Portrayed in Film

I like to use movies as an escape from the harshness of the real world and one of the things that I have learned about in my education is the effects on children when they are mistreated. I have a Masters Degree in Developmental Psychology and one of the hardest classes for me to handle was Abnormal Development in Children and Adolescents. We covered everything from dealing with dyslexia and ADHD to surviving severe abuse and loss at a very early age. We had guest speakers that ranged from people who had escaped genocide as children, to individuals who had been sold into prostitution by their parents, to people who had suffered severe abuse from their parents or guardian. I have heard stories that will stick with me forever and that is nightmare fuel that I don't want to share.

Because of my background education, I take note of the treatment and behavior of children and adolescents in the movies that I watch. There have been many great movies over the years that have depicted the suffering of children and it has always been difficult for me to deal with. There are more well known examples of films that focus on suffering but throw in more of a "sometimes we all suffer, even the children" message that demonstrate that kids aren't immune to great travesties (basically any film about The Holocaust). There are also well known films that show children "coming of age" through hardship (Annie 1982, Oliver! 1968) but end perfectly. There is a more current series of films that focuses entirely on a boy discovering a fantasy world that was robbed from him when his parents were murdered by a tyrant (Harry Potter series). But in this list I want to review some lesser known films that show examples of abuse. Even after all that I have seen and heard, the following list of films have affected me personally for one reason or another. Sometimes the children in these films endure and overcome their situation in the end. Sometimes these children do not survive or sadly remain in their misfortunes. To me, this can make the movie all the more powerful because of the incredible amount of pathos that endangering a child character can add. It can also make it a heart wrenching experience that is painful to watch. Here are some powerful films in which children suffer and the struggle is one of the main plot lines of the movie:

SPOILER WARNING AND VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISORY!!! I AM GOING TO GIVE AWAY THE PLOT TO THESE FILMS AND IT SHOULD GO WITHOUT SAYING THAT SOME OF THE PLOTS ARE DISTURBING!!! EITHER WATCH THE FILM IF YOU DON'T WANT SPOILERS OR CHECK OUT THE FOLLOWING SUMMARIES IF YOU WOULD RATHER JUST HEAR WHAT HAPPENS SO YOU KNOW IF YOU WANT TO WATCH OR NOT!!!

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Sybil (TV Movie) 1976

I just recently saw this film after I had heard of the story in my abnormal development class almost 10 years ago. It is the story of a woman who developed multiple personalities to deal with a childhood in the care of an undiagnosed schizophrenic mother. The movie stars Sally Fields and is based on a true account of Shirley Ardell Mason and her treatment by psychologist Cornelia Wilbur. The acting in the film is overdramatic at times, but it definitely reminded me of some of the actual old videos of Shirley Mason and her sudden strange switches in personality when she was scared or anxious. Dr. Wilbur used hypnosis to actually introduce Mason to her alternate personalities and she was able to recognize her disassociative identity disorder and overcome it. It still hurts me to think that this person was mentally wounded so deeply by her parents that it basically shattered her into pieces in an effort to make sense of things.

Leon: The Professional 1994

I mention this film a lot because it is a heartwarming story of an assassin teaching a young orphan how to murder. It is the breakout role for Natalie Portman and it is just amazing. Leon is a "cleaner" that lives next door to an abusive and addictive family with a troubled girl named Mathilda. The father gets in trouble with the mob and some enforcers come by and slaughter most of the family while Mathilda is getting groceries. She returns during the massacre and realizes what is happening so continues next door and pleads for shelter. Leon takes her in and teachers her the trade and protects her from the men who want to finish her off. The movie was written and directed by Luc Besson and stars Jean Reno, Gary Oldman, and Natalie Portman. The suffering that this girl endures because of her parent's addictions hurts me, yet I have seen and enjoyed this film many times. I recommend watching when in the mood to be deeply affected by the trials of a little girl and the killer who protected her.

Kids 1995

This film came out when I was early in high school and bothered me greatly. It is a story by Harmony Korine, and one of his many attempts to capture the hopeless lives of unmotivated and unsupervised teens. These are young teens having unprotected sex, stealing money to do drugs, and attacking people in the park. I did not really go to these kinds of parties when I was that age (or ever really) and it has bothered me to think that adolescents would partake in this kind of behavior. It is hard for me to believe that these kids had the ability to mentally comprehend the consequences of their actions and some of the characters end up contracting HIV from each other. I would not recommend the film because it is a depressing day in the life that no youth should have.

Gummo 1997

I would not call this a good movie and I wouldn't really recommend it. It is another work by Harmony Korine and really details the depravity that can occur with unsupervised youths living in low socio-economic conditions. This movie is just depressing and motivated me to find something to motivate me into action. I got into both psychology and teaching, which has served me well for the past 20 years. It was this film that showed me how low the bar for quality of life could be, and I guess for that I am thankful. However, I still wouldn't recommend it.

Happiness 1998

This movie I didn't see right away but noticed it at the video store on many occasions. I final watched it when I was about 25 on the recommendation of a friend and one particular storyline greatly disturbed me. It is basically the story of 3 sisters that feel they should be happy and project a face of happiness, yet they are miserable and have horrible lives. One sister in particular is married to a psychiatrist who turns out to be a pedophile that rapes the friends of his young son. At one point rather early on in the movie, this man confesses to his son that he raped the boy's friends and that he would do it again. The son is so confused that he asks his father why he never raped him. It is so disturbing to me because I know the boys that were assaulted will be forever damaged and this boy who was not actually raped will be mentally scarred as well. The fact that there are people in the world that would harm children that way, recognize what they had done, and then know they didn't have the self control to stop themselves from doing it again is horrifying to me.

Lilya 4-Ever 2002

This film is deeply disturbing and I highly recommend never watching it. I will spoil it for you now so you never have to see it if you don't want. A 16-year-old girl named Lilya lives with her mother. The mom gets a boyfriend and the couple move to America and abandons Lilya with a neglectful aunt. The aunt movies into the old apartment of her sister and Lilya is forced to move out and become a prostitute to make money. A boy comes along and convinces her to move to Sweden to escape her life. When they arrive, this boy sells her to a pimp and she becomes a teenage sex slave. She almost escapes, but is then captured and beaten almost to death. She escapes again and this time commits suicide so she won't be recaptured. This movie is awful and changed my mind about giving every film a chance. I wish I could forget this film, but I can't. Perhaps it is just not for me, but this film presentation is definitely an experience that you won't soon forget.

The Kite Runner 2007

I read this book in my twenties and saw the film in my thirties and both affected me greatly. A well-to-do boy and his friend are in a kite battle competition and the friend is beaten and raped when he goes to retrieve a fallen kite. The well-to-do boy denies knowing what happened to his friend (he does know) and basically shames and abandons him. This action haunts the well-to-do boy for the rest of his life. How the boy who was raped is basically falling prey to blaming the victim is heartbreaking, and the lifetime of guilt of the other boy is pitiable. Neither boy was the actual attacker yet they both were the ones that suffered.

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There are many other examples of movies along these lines and could be found if you feel like suffering. I can't say that I would recommend them because they are very difficult to watch. Beyond just dealing with the content, it is rare to find child actors who can actually portray somebody who has truly suffered. The mix of bad acting and a depressing plot can make for a terrible movie going experience. The genre of movie involving suffering does exist, though, and it could be enjoyed (?) by some. Just not generally by me.

#harmony korine #gummo #kids #the kite runner #suffering #psychology #depressing movies #introvert #introverts #happiness #lilya 4 ever #leon the professional #movies

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Pairings: Bokuto x Fem Reader x Akaashi

Warnings: Hardcore Smut and triggering themes please read at your own discretion. This is just a work of fiction and is not encouraged in anyway whatsoever.

themes: Non-con, Kidnapping, Drugging, Gunplay, Orgasm control/denial, Edging, Cuffs, , Creampie, Cunnilingus, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Blowjob, Threesome, Face Fucking, Penetrative Sex, Mentions of Stalking and Yandere.

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A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you glanced over to the stacks of paperwork you still had to go through. The daunting pileup that only increases every hour. You sighed again as you thumped your head onto the desk,frail arms just barely cushioning the blow. While staring blankly at your own feet, you spied the wastepaper basket sitting near, completely empty apart from a few used sugar sachets and soggy teabags.

Your eyes flit towards the pile of files again and you couldn't help but wonder what would happen if a few papers landed in the trash can, accidentally, of course. You contemplated for a few more seconds, before you shuddered as you imagined familiar cat-like eyes flit across your vision. You didn't want to really know what would happen if he found out about it, did you?

The minx-like golden eyes flashed once again in your mind as you recalled the fateful day. The day from which everything spiralled downhill.

If only, if only your family hadn't gotten into trouble with the Nekoma clan, things would be different. But no, they had to take a loan and fall into the mercy of Nekoma…

But at least you got off easy, you thought as you cradled your head. At least you and your family didn't suffer the same fate as the others. You were thankful to the head of the Nekoma for giving you the opportunity of paying off the debt through work, instead of the usual means. A shudder ran through your spine as you thought of the stories you've heard, of what happened to the other people who owed the clan money.

A heavy Bam shook you from your stupor as your head jerked up to stare at the new batch of files that had been banged onto the stack. You shook your head to clear your thoughts as you reached for the first file of the batch. It would be better to just get to it and finish it before the end of the day. That's when you noticed the little photograph that slipped out on the floor and you bent to pick it up.

There were four guys in the frame, two of them being the focus of the shot, with goofy big smiles and arms draped around each other, though there was a big red circle drawn around the one with owlish silver hair, the ink of the marker recent enough to smudge a little. The other two guys looked like they were not meant to be in the picture, but oddly that fact only made it so much better.

One with blonde highlights stood grimacing in the background while the other guy's face was barely visible, his body half turned and blurry as if someone had called out to him at the last moment when the picture was being taken.

Overall it looked like a fun bunch of friends but you wondered why there was a circle drawn around one of them. You flipped the picture, curiosity getting the best of you. Finding only a date written you turn the picture again, choosing to focus on the people in there.

“T-these are the next in-line heirs to the Nekoma clan” you whisper lowly to yourself. They were the ones who were supposed to take over in the coming years and were your current bosses. You couldn't wrap your head as to what this was doing in your file. You were given only the most basic work to handle as their secretary, numbers to jot down, business meetings to book and take note of the expenses and make detailed reports about meetings they attend. Maybe this slipped in by mistake somehow ??

You centered in on the person grimacing and the one with bed-hair; cogs turn in your brain as you wondered why these two individuals seemed so similar before something dawns on you and an audible gasp leaves your lips as the picture dropped onto your lap.

With trembling hands you shoved the picture back into the file and hide it at the bottom of the stack, maybe this was a file that was not supposed to be in your hands, fuck fuck fuck. Your eyes skim the room to watch out for anyone observing you. These guys didn't trust you enough to give you such things, so obviously it was misplaced and dumped into your paperwork by accident.

You suddenly noticed Lev jogging towards you and your whole body tensed as he approached. You pretended to work on the other files that were scattered around on your desk, typing random words and numbers into the excel sheet, your gaze was strongly focused on your screen yet everything was blurry. If Lev were to take a peek as to what you were doing at this moment, he would realise that what you were typing was utter bullshit.

“Ah, you remember the stack of files and papers that I just placed here?” He pointed his finger to the stack of papers that still lay stagnant there.

“Yes sir? What can I do for you t-today?” You kicked yourself under the desk for how weird you sounded in the moment, but lucky for you he was in a hurry so he didn't pay much mind to you.

“Can you give those back to me? I think there were five bunches of them, I think I gave you the wrong ones,” he rubbed the back of his head as his voice took an almost sheepish tone by the end.

Without saying anything in return you just nod stiffly before taking the first four files, slowly sneaking in the file that you shoved at the bottom, you softly banged them against the table as if to align them before giving them to him with a small smile.

“Hey Y/n?” Lev called out to you after he cleared his throat. You slowly turned your head towards him trying your best to act innocent as if you hadn't just seen a picture of the mafia head with his friends.

A light pink blush clouded his face as he clumsily took the files from you, bowing a little before he scurries off to give those files to whoever he was supposed to give them to in the first place.

You let out a deep exhale of relief, slumping further into the chair as he turns a corner and goes out of sight. Your phone suddenly buzzes and you yelp as your body jolts upright from the chair, you relax visibly when you notice that it was only a reminder that you had kept on your phone signalling the end of your shift.

Dropping it back onto the table with a clatter you stretched yourself in the chair, a smile gracing your lips as you collect your things to head home, deciding to stop at the grocery store to make a big dinner for the family today, just to relax your mind and console yourself that everything was alright, that you wouldn't be killed for seeing confidential information. It was just a picture, you thought, yeap just a picture that could possibly be a kill target, fuck did you get involved in a crime? You pinched your arm as you walked out of the office, shaking your head of all the negative thoughts.

The keys jingled as you struggled to slide the key into the lock with two grocery bags in hand, the atmosphere eerily silent as you entered the house, you called out for your mom and dad, followed by a soft “tadaima” only to receive no response in return.

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You laughed as you remember that a few days ago your dad tried to make dinner and ended up breaking your mom's favourite ceramic pot while removing one of the pans. She has been so mad at the time that she took a vow to not cook until your dad got her a similar ceramic pot if not a better one.

You entered the living room to find it completely empty, and chill ran down your spine, where were your mom and dad? You walked toward the fridge and suddenly everything made sense when you saw the small sticky note with a haste scribble that said that your parents had gone out at the last minute for a makeup dinner, decorated with a small smiley in the end.

With a broad smile plastered on your lips you placed both the grocery bags on the counter, humming softly to yourself as you removed the items from within the bags. From the corner of your eye you suddenly notice a shadow cross and your body goes rigid. Your hand slowly inched forward before curling around the handle of a pan nearby when a tingling feeling rises up your spine, signalling someone’s approach.

In the room filled with soft rays of evening light you stand ominously still, breath bated as you tighten your clammy grasp, knuckles turning white, cold beads of sweat running down the side of your face. You backhand swung the pan the moment you see a slight shadow come up behind you, but your actions were stopped midway as you were pushed head first onto the counter, your hand with the pan being banged harshly against the cold surface of the marble, forcing you to let go of the pan. The person behind you used their body weight to keep you pinned to the counter as you trash around, trying your best to get hold of any object you can use to defend yourself.

Just as you get your right hand free from under the person’s weight, you feel a pinch on your shoulder and suddenly your body starts losing its strength,eyelids getting heavier and your vision turning blurry. As a last attempt you tried to scream out for help, but the moment you open your mouth a gloved hand clamps down on your lips and you try to trash around, only for him to lean his weight further on you, knocking the air out of your lungs.

Right before you passed out, you faintly heard a phone buzzing and for a second you wondered if it's yours. You fought to stay awake as the man still kept you pinned against the counter, shuffling behind you before a small beep followed by a smooth soft voice reached your ears.

“ I have her Bokuto-san”

That was the last thing you witnessed before losing control over your senses and everything went dark.

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You woke up to a cold concrete floor, a dull throb sitting in the back of your head as you grunted softly, your vision confiscated by a blindfold. The place where you were injected felt like it was on fire, limbs feeling heavy and…

You tried shifting your arms but all you could hear was the clang of metal against the concrete. You tried moving your feet but they were seized with cuffs which were attached to metal chains rooted firmly into the floor. You pushed yourself up onto your knees, only to be pulled back by the chains hooked on cuffs around your wrists, the rattling sound echoing loudly throughout the room along with a disgruntled sob. You held your breath in fear, hoping that no one was around to hear it. The room fell utterly silent as you tried your best to hear for any footsteps, only to be greeted by a soft hum of jazz, barely thrumming in through the walls.

You wanted to cry, scream, trash around, but there you laid, frozen in fear, trying your best to not make a single sound, making it seem like you were still unconscious. You were just delaying the inevitable, buying as much time as you could; you didn't have a single clue as to what you had done to be in such a situation, if it was about the loan, weren't you already paying it off by working? Or did they get tired of waiting?

But hadn’t you walked the perfect line with your job? you didn't have a single complaint from your superiors and your colleagues commended you on it, because it seems that they weren't compatible with just anyone and most of them didn't survive beyond the second week. So why were you here then? Was it the–

Your thoughts were cut short as you heard keys chime on the other side of the door and you froze in your spot, trying your best to pretend that you weren’t awake just a moment ago, tugging on your restraints.

You slowed down your breathing, evening it out just as the door opens, its hinges creaking loudly as you hear a chorus of footsteps pad through the room. But your little act of being asleep was immediately cut short as a bucket of ice cold water was thrown over your body making you jolt upright in shock, gasping and shuddering at the sudden overwhelming sensation.

“Looks like the little kitten is awake now! Let’s get this over with, shall we?” A deep voice boomed throughout the room, and you cower back a little, chains clanking along with you.

“Akaashi, remove her restraints but keep the cuffs on her hands.” The same authoritative voice commands and soon you feel a presence behind you, undoing your chains.

Your shivering body only trembled more as you felt fingers graze your calves and back, your now damp blindfold only serving to rile on your fears. You didn’t shift from your position when you felt the weight drop from your hands and legs, too scared to do anything. Your mind ran a million miles per minute, barging through your brain with various emotions and thoughts, but yet you feel blank as a chair scrapes loudly against the floor, placed in front of you.

A hand hooks under your arm, pulling you to sit upright and a whimper leaves your lips in fright. You wanted to plead– heck even beg for mercy, cry a litany of apologies and offer anything up in exchange for your life, but your lips didn’t move a single inch, even though you were practically screaming from within. You choke on the silence that suffocates the room before a gentle finger traced the back of your neck and you suppressed the urge to shudder at the feeling, soon finding your blindfold falling to the floor. You squinted, trying to move away from the sudden bright light before coming face to face with the last face you expected to see, the supposed kill target, his golden orbs more brighter and fierce than you remembered, excitement dancing along his lashes.

“And what do we have here?” He leaned forward as he rested his elbows on his knees, his palms joined in front of him and a cunning smile plastered on his face. His eyes raked your form before looking at the man behind you, nodding at him before you heard the softest “Yes Bokuto-san” flow past you and your eyes widen when realise where you heard it before; you recollect to the voice you barely managed to hear before you were rendered unconscious and painful tears started to collect in the corner of your eyes as you tried to swallow the lump on your throat.

The guy now known as Akaashi brought something to the guy in front of you before going back to his earlier position behind you. Faint light glinted against the object and when you realised what it was, tears flowed down freely your cheeks as soft hiccups wrecked through your body.

“Aww honey, don’t be scared. All you need to do is answer all our questions truthfully and I won’t have to use this. Whaddya say hmm?” Bokuto cooed as he slid the gun against your cheek, before placing the barrel under your cheek and tipping your head upwards. Afraid, you closed your eyes before nodding meekly.

“That’s a good girl. See we won’t be having any problems then.” He says with childish enthusiasm in his voice as if it were just another game for him. Akaashi stood silent, his eyes never leaving your form, watching the way your nipples pebbled under the cool air, your shirt now almost transparent as droplets of water slid down your shivering form. Bokuto feigned a cough and Akaashi flits his gaze to him, immediately registering that Bokuto noticed him staring at you, his signature playful smile getting a little bit wider, a hidden intent written behind that smile.

“It’s time to pat her down, Akaashi.” Bokuto stated before turning to you, “Don’t worry hun, it's just a mandatory procedure.” The moment those words were said you were lifted off the ground and placed onto Bokuto's lap and a sob fell from your lips as you tried to get away from his hold, but that only spurred him on to wrap his hand around your waist firmly.

“Shush now little kitten, don’t worry, the more you struggle, the harder it will be.” He pulled you closer to his heated body, your back hitting his chiseled chest as you straddled him, making your pencil skirt bunch up, your cuffed hands uncomfortable as they get smushed at an odd angle between your back and his chest. You try to move forward because the burn was too much, but the hand on your waist only tightened, keeping you put, your legs kept secure behind his ankles.

“So tell me kitten what’s your name hmm??” He asked you while Akaashi kneeled down in front of you and started patting down your shoulders before his fingers found your buttons, relieving them from its reserves with ease; you looked down at Akaashi with unbelieving eyes, Bokuto’s question falling on deaf ears and that was your biggest mistake. His hand on your waist slid up to roughly grab one of your tits, pinching the nipple harshly and making you cry out in pure agony.

“I asked you something pet, I don’t like to repeat myself twice. Geddit? Now I'm going to ask you once more and that will be your last time. You hear me?” His voice was viciously low and threatening. You only nodded back in response, the sting still fresh on your skin. “ Use your words kitten” He commanded, and you choked out a broken “Y-yes.”

“Good girl. Now tell me what your name is, hmm?”

“ It’s Y-Y/n,” you managed to stutter out, chest heaving.

“That's a lovely name for a kitten! Well now, what is a pretty little thing like you doing in the Nekoma estate, hmm? What is your relationship with Kuroo and Kenma? Are you their fucktoy? Wouldn’t doubt if you were, you seem quite fun to play with” he whispered the last part as he grabbed your face, turning your head away from him. He brushed his nose against your neck, taking in your scent as hot puffs of air collided against your skin.

“I’m j-just a secretary, I have a debt to clear with them, t-that’s all. I’m not their- their- '' heat rushes to your cheeks as embarrassment and anger flowed through you as it dawned upon you what he really meant and you tried to pull away from Bokuto. “I don’t do anything of that sort! I don’t have that kind of relationship with them. I just arrange meetings and appointments, and other basic stuff, that’s it! Now let me go!” You spit the words out, anger boiling through your veins, but it soon turned ice cold with the next question, and you realise you fucked up… Big time.

“ Then you must know about the upcoming business meetings of Nekoma, right? That means you would know the location of Kuroo and Kenma? ” And the room once again went silent. In your fit of anger and defiance you didn’t even realise that Akaashi had slid your shirt up over your shoulders, sliding them down up to your cuff covered wrists and was now drawing your skirt down. You tried to wiggle your hips to hinder his movements but it only serves to his advantage as it slides down easier.

“Please l-let me go, I-I don’t know anything please!” You begged, voice turning desperate, you couldn’t give out information about the Nekoma clan or they would have your head for it. What about your family–

“You’re a smart little one aren’t you, you know they will hunt you down if you give me their information. But if you decide to tell me, I give you my word that no harm will come to you or your family, furthermore your debt will be repaid. And if you don’t, I could put a bullet through your head right now.” Bokuto said with a playful lift to his voice, bringing the gun up to your temple.

“ I really don’t remember! Please, I can’t recall w-with who it was.. Please don’t shoot!!” You sobbed out, mind going blank when the gun is placed to your temple, fear overwhelming your senses.

“Aw it was good knowing ya kitten, you would’ve made such a good pet.” He cocks the gun with a loud click finger at ease on the trigger while he places soft kisses on your neck, softly whispering against your skin, “ Sayonara–”

“KARASUNO!!” You screamed out the first thing you remembered right before he could pull the trigger. “It’s Karasuno, sometime in the middle of next week, in the Miyagi Prefecture.. That’s about all I know. Please, please let me go now, I’m begging you!!!”

He chuckled darkly right next to your ear and goosebumps rose all over your skin with adrenaline. You closed your tear filled eyes, sobs shaking through you. You wanted this to be a nightmare, a dream from which you would wake up any moment, but the cuffs digging into your wrists and warm hands searing into your skin said otherwise.

“Mmm you definitely deserve a reward for that, don’t you?” He licks a long stripe from the base of your neck to your ear before whispering those words. You shake your head violently, not wanting to spend another waking minute here but he completely ignores your signs of protest. Bokuto’s hand travels down your body till his hand reached your panties to cup your pussy, groaning when he hears a small whimper leave your lips at the contact. He tugged on your panties, a hiss leaving his lips when he noticed how sensitive your body was.

“Such a pretty kitten, Akaashi, why don't you reward her for me, yeah?” Bokuto said as he shifted your panties to the side, dipping his fingers into your folds before prying them apart, giving Akaashi a good view of your cunt. Akaashi took his lower lip between his teeth before swiping his tongue across it as he indulged himself with the sight of your glistening pussy.

“Go on ‘Kaashi, don’t you want a taste?” Bokuto questioned, his fingers circling your clit, before travelling to your entrance, he dipping two fingers inside before removing them and spreading them, your juices smeared all over them and he popped his fingers to his mouth, a low growl arising from his chest made you bite on your lip harshly. “Of course I do Bokuto-san.” And that was all Akaashi said before he hooked your legs over his shoulder and dived into your pussy, flattening his tongue against your entrance before dragging it upwards towards your clit, rubbing his tongue against it before sucking on it.

You moaned loudly as Akaashi kept slurping up the juices dripping from your hole, making sure to not let a single drop go by, while Bokuto unhooked your bra, sliding them up so he could see your perky little nipples just begging for attention. He uncocks the gun and hooks it on his waistband, after which his hands find purchase of your soft mounds, pressing each nipple inside with his forefinger before pinching them and rolling them between his fingers. He gave your nipples a few rough tugs just to hear your sweet voice more.

You’re too overwhelmed to do anything but mewl as Akaashi detached himself from your pussy, fingers tugging down your panties and pocketing the soaked fabric. He used his thumb to rub your nub while his tongue prods your entrance and you gasp, taking a shaky breath in. When he rubbed a certain spot at the entrance you threw your head back and Bokuto immediately wrapped his fingers around your throat, his grip firm as his lips hastily crashed onto yours, drinking in all your moans and whimpers. He continued to kiss you, your moaning making it easy to plunge his tongue into your mouth, the kiss so heated that it brought you right on the edge of tipping over.

Your legs shook uncontrollably, being just one flick away from falling over the edge when Akaashi pulled back and you breathed heavily, not wanting to show them that this affected you much, while you mourned the loss of such a sweet release. His face is smeared with your juices and he licks his lips as he uses the back of his sleeve to wipe off the excess. The corner of his mouth lifted as he looked at Bokuto and nodded at him as you whined at your stolen high. Bokuto broke the kiss and smiled at Akaashi wide enough to have the tops of his incisors seen, the feral intent in his eyes reminding you of the dangerous position you were in.

Your eyes widened when Akaashi abruptly stood up and slid his hands under your butt, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he picked you up from Bokuto’s lap and you yelped. Akaashi’s eyes were fixated on you the entire time you were in his arms, his eyes shifting from your eyes to your lips continuously while you squirm.

“P-please no, I-I don’t want to go any further please” you told Akaashi, eyes big and pleading, filled with fresh tears.

“It’s okay Doll, don’t worry, we won’t hurt you until you disobey. So be a good little pet for us alright?” He whispered against your ear as he placed you down on your wobbly legs with your back against the mahogany table behind. He cupped your face gently, thumb swiping across your trembling lips as he looked at you with pure adoration. If it were any other situation you might’ve even considered going out with this beautiful man; but here you were, held against your will, your body being used as per their whims and wishes and you couldn’t do a single thing about it, it made your stomach twist with hate and disgust knowing how weak you were.

Akaashi leaned in, softly pressing his lips against yours into the most sweetest and gentle kiss you’ve ever had. You were so lost in it that your mouth unconsciously granted him access when he licked your bottom lip, you immediately tasted yourself on his tongue. The way he explored your mouth made you moan, your pussy clenching over a single kiss, only coming to your senses when his fingers fiddled with the straps of your bra, unclasping them and you bit his lip in defiance when he pulled your bra off your body, the taste of iron now pooling on your tongue.

Akaashi pulled back when you bite his lip, raising an amused eyebrow at you. He couldn’t believe that you still had thought that you could say no to them, it was cute to him; luckily it wasn’t Bokuto-san or she would've gotten a punishment by now– Akaashi thought as blood dripped from his lip onto his chin.

“This kitten is still using her claws I see, quite feisty~” Bokuto chimed as he came behind Akaashi, watching the entire scene from the corner. You looked at both of them in shock when Bokuto turned Akaashi’s head and pulled him into a kiss, licking up the blood that was on his lips and groaning when he still tasted the remnants of your sweet juices on Akaashi’s tongue. Bokuto broke the kiss, his lips sliding down to Akaashi’s neck and chuckling against his skin as he remembers the day Akaashi first saw you.

Akaashi was so mesmerised by you, couldn’t stop talking about how beautiful you were and how he wanted you so badly. Akaashi mentioned you so many times that it had started to get on his nerves, sometimes he even moaned out your name when he was asleep. Bokuto finally snapped when Akaashi choked out your name as he came all over Bokuto’s hands pumping his shaft. And when Akaashi found out that you worked for Nekoma it was the perfect excuse he needed to bring you in and play with you, see what was so special about you. Akaashi insisted on getting you personally, not wanting anyone else to get their hands on you; he was possessive like that– Bokuto was brought out of his fazed stupor with your cute little mewls filling the room.

Akaashi had started marking up your neck, slurping bruises on your skin while his fingers played with your nipples.

“Kitten, why don't you put on a little show for us? Play with that pretty little cunt of yours, show us how you like it and maybe I’ll think about letting you go?” Bokuto said as his fingers rub circles on your hips soothingly. The prospect of getting out of here had you ready to do anything and you eagerly nod your head at the offer, maybe once they freed your hands you could try to escape too. But Bokuto seemed to know what you're thinking, because he turned you around and shoved your head onto the table, your toes barely grazing the floor as you struggled under the weight of his body on yours. He removes the gun from his waistband and places it on your neck.

“Don’t even think about doing anything funny, cause there won’t be a second chance~” He singed as his hips grinded into yours, his erection pressed against your ass and you gasped as you felt how big he was even through his pants. He lifted himself off you once you yelp out a “Yes” he slowly slid the gun down your back, smacking the barrel against your ass before going lower and rubbing the cool metal against your folds. You dug your nails into your palm to ground yourself as he continued to rub against your clit, teasing the little nub till the barrel was covered in your juices.

“Get on the table kitten, I want a perfect view of your pussy.” Bokuto stopped his ministrations as you struggle to get on the table, when you took too much time for his liking he shoved your other leg on top and smacked your ass, making you scream out, he rubbed his fingers over the red print that is visible as he growled out a ‘hurry up’. Akaashi on the other hand started uncuffing your hands, sliding the shirt that was stuck above your wrist along with your cuffs.

You were already on the verge of cumming earlier, so doing that once again wouldn’t take that long. You reached down your trembling fingers and started slowly circling your clit, you moaned as you started going faster, rubbing yourself just the way you had done dozens of times before.

“Don’t be shy, Doll. Stuff a few fingers up that sweet hole” Akaashi said as he unzips his pants, pumping his cock in his hand at the lewd sight of you playing with yourself. He had imagined you like this whenever he stroked his cock alone, but he didn’t know it would be so fucking hot.

“You heard him, use those fingers to stuff your hole, kitten.” Bokuto chimed in with Akaashi. You reached down further and slowly start to slide two fingers in and out of your pussy, moaning as you started feeling good, the base of your palm bumping against your clit. You started going faster, feeling yourself reach your high once again, your moans turned higher and higher in pitch. You were just about ot cum when Bokuto slaped your hand away from yourself, making you whine loudly when you were denied another high. It was starting to feel like torture, your thoughts were getting fuzzy and all you could think was how badly you wanted to cum.

“Doll if you wanna cum then you just gotta ask” Akaashi said softly as he rubs his fingers over your sensitive folds, making you buck into his hand. You almost didn’t care about anything anymore, the only thing on your mind was the need to cum, but there was a little shard of dignity that was left in you and it made you bite your tongue. Your anger and frustration of not getting to cum makes you a little bold.

“F-fuck y-you” you panted out with as much venom in your words as you could muster. Bokuto shook his head as a chuckle wrecked through his chest once again. You were certainly a fun thing to tease and play with, the way you refused to give up only served to pique his interest further. “Oh I certainly plan to kitten, I’m going fuck this pretty little cunt all night. Make you a pliant mess on my cock”

You heard the clink of a buckle being opened, noticing the gun placed on the table not too far from your reach and with your hands free, you tried to push yourself off the surface only to be held down by your neck. “Oh no you don’t Doll, I’ve waited an eternity to feel those lips on me” Akaashi remarked as he unbuttoned his pants with his free hand and slid down the zipper. “Now pull my cock out, pretty girl.” He slowly released the pressure on your neck, Bokuto smacked your ass when you didn't comply, his heavy hand stinging enough to have you immediately reach out, tugging on the waistband of the his pants.

Akaashi bit his lips as your fingers touched his cock, his hard member twitching at the contact. Not being able to control himself any further, Akaashi swooped down and pulled you in for a kiss while simultaneously Bokuto aligned his tip with your entrance. Akaashi pulled back, standing straight so that his cock was mere inches from your face. He removed his shirt before he gathered your hair in his hand and pulled you towards his member. You shook your head no, using one to keep you up while the other pushed on his waist.

But your attempts were futile as Bokuto slammed himself into you with one swift movement, making you scream at the stretch and Akaashi used that as an opportunity to shove his cock into your mouth, groaning when you gagged and sputtered on his length, still attempting to cry out. The sounds from your warm mouth made him shudder in pleasure.

Bokuto starrted slamming into you immediately, fucking into you with feral intensity and using you as his personal pocket pussy, each thrust pushed your mouth further on Akaashi’s cock.

“Nghh you're so fucking tight kitten, squeezing my dick so fucking good” Bokuto grunted out before placing both his hands on your hips, his fingers holding you tight enough to leave dark bruises and he used that at leverage to fuck into you faster, His fat cock stirring up your insides and hitting spots deep inside you that you didn't know you had, making you moan continuously on Akaashi's cock. Said man slowly started to buck his hips into your mouth, falling into a rhythm with Bokuto, once in a while pushing his cock deep enough that the tip hit the back of your throat.

The room echoed with muffled moans and low growls, squelching sounds filling the room. Both men fastened their pace, pulling and pushing back and forth, singing praises and defiling your body at the same time.

“Oh fuck d-Doll haa.. your mouth feels so good, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!! And I want you to drink every drop of it” Akaashi keened as he kept moving his hips, he wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing firmly till he felt the outline of his cock making you lightheaded. Akaashi watched as you rolled your watery eyes back in pleasure, choking and gagging on his cock, feeling his cock on your throat was the last strand and it pushed him off the edge and he gave a deep thrust cumming directly inside your throat, fingers still clutching your neck. He pulled out halfway, so that his cum spilled all over your tongue; shudders wrecked through his body as his thighs flexed till it burned, he pinched your nose as pulled out of you and clamped his other hand over your mouth so you had no other choice but to swallow, and once done he pulled you up as he climbed on the table as well.

You hung on Akaashi, hands hooked around his shoulders as Bokuto still kept pummelling into you, thighs slapping loudly against your ass. Akaashi kept kissing you, not leaving your body alone even for a second, biting and sucking on your lips or roaming along the length of your neck. His hands roamed all over your body before sliding between your folds, lithe fingers barely grazing your nub before forming a 'V' where Bokuto's cock enters you, spreading your folds. Your thighs trembled uncontrollably, body shivering, you would be laying flat against wood, had it not been for Akaashi holding you up, one hand wrapped around your waist.

Your mind was going crazy, you were so close to cumming but you just needed that little push, that little rub and nudge on your clit. The fact that Akaashi's fingers kept lightly brushing against it didn't help any further, you wanted to just cum, a dam waiting to be broken and you couldn't take it anymore.

“Please, please mmnnn j-just let me cum!!" You cried out, transgressing in the moment of pleasure.

“All you had to do was ask Doll” Akaashi murmured against your skin as his fingers slid up to your clit, rubbing refined, delicate circles around your sensitive nub and that was the final push that made you cum all around Bokuto's cock, pussy fluttering around his shaft, squeezing him tightly as an orgasm wrecked through you, compelling your body into a convulsing mess as a prayer of moans leave your lips, your toes curling till your feet hurt.

Your pussy clenched tightly around his shaft triggered Bokuto’s orgasm as well, his hips slowing their pace as he pumped deep strokes into your hole. And with a loud shivering groan against your ear, your pussy was filled with hot spurts of cum as he leaned his weight slightly on your limp body, his skin hot and sweaty against your own.

He placed a soft kiss on your back before pulling out of you, walking away to get something. During the time he’s gone Akaashi gently stroked your hair, while holding you in his warm embrace until Bokuto returned with something in his hand. Bokuto reached out and clicked it into place with alige fingers before smiling devilishly. You looked down, weak hand unconsciously reaching up to touch the item and you gasped, realizing it's a collar, and yanked on it to try and remove it. Hastily you reached behind hoping to find a buckle to release it, but instead you found a lock and turned towards Bokuto.

“D-didn’t you s-say you were going to let me go?” You asked, voice trembling with trepidation. While you were looking away Akaashi linked a leash to your collar, wrapped the excess length around his knuckles and handed it over to Bokuto. He yanked on your collar as he did so, forcefully bringing you closer as he offered Bokuto your leash with a heated kiss before Bokuto pulled away to look at you with a sickeningly sweet smile.

“Oh I said I’ll think about it, and I think I’m not done with you just yet kitten~”

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lavandermin · 3 years

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when it storms | kazuha

pairing | kazuha x reader

word count | 1.9k

genre | light angst, soft, first encounters

The skies had been cast over with rolling clouds of dark grey. Where the sun and moon used to glow so reverently, there now only fell a heavy rain in their wake.

It was fortunate for the land, your father had commented after a few days of downpour. The rain season was hardly this generous in recent years, and with the nation currently closed off there was an uneven flow of imports due to adjustment. More paperwork, longer shipment times. The people would have to endure less patron flow as the rain kept most indoors, but harvests and plenty of crystal clear lakes would be a sight to behold in the coming months.

This is good, you convinced yourself. Perhaps the dry storm seasons won’t be as many.

The streets outside slowly became less and less active with the usual flow of people. You stand against the door frame of your family’s restaurant, watching the never-ending sea of grey clouds above. The rain is cold against your skin as you stick out a hand curiously. It feels refreshing, pleasant.

“We’re closing up a little early today since the rain is starting back up again. Bring in the sign that’s outside. It would be a shame if it got blown away by tonight’s storm,” your father said as he wiped down the counters and put away clean bowls.

With a nod you happily went outside, umbrella in hand. The rain pattered quietly and rolled off the sides of its protective roof, surrounding you with a soothing atmosphere. The day had dwindled to a lethargic close, and with a languid fondness you watched the last few shopkeepers huddle back into their shops and homes.

The streets emptied out within minutes leaving muddy streets behind. The smell of wet earth hung in the air nostalgically.

Maybe it was fate, that double-take you took. With one last gaze out across the rainy-soaked street, you noticed them. The figure was so still—statuesque— that you wouldn’t have noticed them through the rainy mist if it hadn’t been for the bright crimson of their clothing that stood out.

Had they nowhere to go? Or were they someone who enjoyed standing in the rain? Better yet… How long had they been standing there in the pouring rain?

The question made your heart sink just thinking about it.

From within the building, your father’s voice called out with amusement. “Y/n, come in quick or you’ll get soaked. I don’t want you getting chilled and falling ill because you wanted to watch the rain.”

There was a squeeze of your chest when you turned back to the rain—a pang of guilt that gripped onto your mind. Rain fell relentlessly hard as it picked up, and it filled your mind with concern for that stranger in the rain.

Your body only partially turned toward the door, a quick hesitation stopping you in your tracks as you took one last look over your shoulder. That person… would probably get sick at this rate. Something in the way they stood rigidly against the elements held no joy for the downpour. No childlike amusement like the one you held for rainy days.

“I’ll be right in,” you reassure. “I forgot I left something outside.”

Peering your head quickly through the door frame, you see your father wave you off with a patient smile.

“Be quick.”

With a nod, you wait until you see him disappear up the stairs to the second floor to turn in for the night. You are quick on your feet making your way down the street of shops and houses. The patter of your boots on the rapidly-forming puddles pushed your aching legs forward, umbrella tightly gripped in hand.

The stranger was still unmoving as you approached, steps sounding out with the splash of water with each step. You were sure he heard you, yet he did not turn to meet you as you drew near.

“You’ll get sick if you stay out here in the rain, stranger,” you lightheartedly commented as you stopped next to him, holding your umbrella over him just enough to still partially shield you from the rain.

His eyes remained on the grey sky above, only now torn away slowly from the trance. There was a sorrowful haze that gripped those misty, crimson eyes.

“Do you think the rain is beautiful?” he asked.

This sudden question took you by surprise. The way he looked out at the sea of clouds held anything but sympathy for the grey skies that rained mercilessly.

You blinked, not knowing how to respond to this mysterious stranger. Unexpectedly, though, you felt at ease in his presence.

“I think the feeling of it is beautiful,” you responded, looking at the sky with him.

He hums at this answer, seemingly contemplating it. The answer comes from someone who spends their life indoors, and he understands it. Somehow, these small differences in experiences from person to person brings a little comfort to him. To know that not everyone’s simplicities of life are plagued by grief soothes his soul.

Brief silence overtakes you both as you stand in the downpour.

“Do you not like the rain?” you quietly ask after a while. There’s a worried crease in your brows as you look at him, and he cannot help but feel like he gravitates toward your warmth.

Only the harsh patter of the rain on your umbrella and flooding of the streets fills the silence for a beat as he remains in his thoughts.

“It’s been a while since I heard that question directed at myself,” he chuckles. The small smile that graces his features doesn’t reach his eyes, but answers fondly all the same. “When I was younger, I loved the rain.”

There’s weight in the words as he speaks them. You choose not to pry into the emotional scars tied to his answer.

“Are you travelling?” you ask, changing the subject.

He gives you a smile, and you notice how his snow-white hair clings to his face from the rain. It leaves a pleasantly warm feeling in your chest—how gentle he looks.

“Something like that.” Though his answers are vague, you aren’t one to pry—not when his eyes hold a distant sorrow in them. “It’s best to head inside. You could get sick out in the rain.”

“Come indoors with me, then,” you offer simply. With a warm smile you add, “If you’d like.”

He blinks at you, watches as you hover the umbrella closer over him. The rain is soaking most of you by now, and your smile is radiant— innocent in it’s bright sincerity as you offer him a roof over his head.

It makes this kind gesture all the more difficult to refuse.

“Kazuha,” is all he responds with, a thankful smile softening the gloom that surrounds him as you both hurry back down the muddy street. You introduce yourself just as briefly and lighthearted.

With a motion to the bar counter, you tap your hand on its surface to offer him a seat while you close up the shop and disappear into the kitchen. Kazuha wordlessly takes a seat, the warmth of the restaurant enveloping him pleasantly. His hands grip the towel that now rests around his shoulders a little tighter.

Within minutes, there’s a steaming bowl of noodles placed in front of him. “You’re too kind. I couldn’t possibly—“

You wave him off, plopping down on the seat next to him. “If the food is available, why not share a meal?” you interject simply, settling down next to him to begin eating your own noodle dish. “It’s hard to cook small portions when you’re only ever used to making large amounts for hungry customers. So, please, help yourself.”

“Thank you.” And Kazuha means it. “I’ll take my leave once I’ve finished.”

The look you give him is a little incredulous.

“In this rain? It’s an awfully harsh storm we’re expecting tonight.” You set down your chopsticks, looking at him fully with wide, concerned eyes. “You’re free to stay in the guest room until the storm passes. I would feel terribly guilty to leave you out in the rain.”

It’s silent, and you’ve both left your food untouched as Kazuha becomes a little tense. There’s something weighing on his mind with how he avoids your gaze, hands anxiously clenching and unclenching in his lap.

He reaches into his pocket, clutching something in his palm shielded from your view.

Now you’re curious.

His voice lowers, soft and cautious. “I don’t want to put you in danger with my presence.”

The smooth metal of the vision’s frame clangs quietly as Kazuha places it on the table, sliding it towards you.

“I’m a wanted man.”

There’s no response from you for a brief moment. Visions are rare to see nowadays, and even more dangerous to have. Your fingertips smooth over its surface momentarily, eyes sparkling with intrigue and wonder.

“The vision… Why is it missing?” you wonder silently.

Kazuha looks down. “That’s—“

“You don’t have to explain anything. This doesn’t make you a bad person,” you quickly defend. It takes him aback, caught off by the sudden emotion that makes your eyes twinkle. “Stay.”

“It would put you in da—“

“I don’t care. Your life is important. I’ll help you.” There’s a fire in your eyes as you hold his gaze, face serious. Your expression softens as you place the blank vision back in his palm with a reassuring gentleness. “I won’t lose another person to them.”

There are details that both of you do not know, information left out of each other’s backgrounds and circumstances. But one thing reigned true—there was goodness in his heart, and in yours, too. Perhaps this is what convinced him to accept your generosity.

He’s smiling, gentle upon his expression as he picks up his chopsticks once more.

“You aren’t the first to put your life on the line for me,” he adds quietly. The atmosphere has relaxed once more as you both continue eating through idle conversation in the dim restaurant lighting.

You hum, mouth full of food. “And I’m sure I won’t be the last. But,” you bite your thumb, pondering. “I’m sure you’ve been running for a while.”

With a quiet sigh, he answers, “Longer than I thought I would last, if I’m being honest.”

There’s a glint in your eye, and you’re deep in your own onslaught of thoughts. There’s an underlying anxiousness that falls upon your shoulders. Kazuha wishes he could read you better.

For the remainder of the quick meal, you hold your tongue but he can see the gears turning in your head. The bowls are emptied, hunger satisfied, and you show him to the guest room through hushed voices.

“Kazuha,” you call quietly before leaving the room you prepared for him. Your voice lowers further, barely above a whisper and you make it a point to sidle closer to him. “If you had the chance to escape Inazuma… would you?”

His eyes go a little wide for a moment. “You couldn’t mean…”

“I have a plan.”

And in that moment, he gazes at you with reverence and trust. His heart would be safe in the palm of your hand. You wait for his approval to continue with the idea. The smile he flashes you is contagious, and you are a beacon of hope in this tumultuous uncertainty.

He sits on the sleeping mat you've prepared, patting the spot next to him where he plopped down. “Let's hear it, then.”

In the late hours of the night, two hushed voices debate their best chance of escape.

“I have a close acquaintance, captain of her own fleet from Liyue.”

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titan-fodder · 3 years

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Prima Vista Part VIII

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Rating: E (explicit; mdni) Pairing: Mike Zacharias x fem!reader wc: ~13.2k

Warnings: this one fucking hurts, pining, stupid decisions, miscommunications, explicit sexual content (it’s time for something we’ve been waiting for), yet another party, angst A/N: Read this, but before you murder me remember there’s one more after this. Also, this isn’t the big thing you’ve been waiting for, but I know it’s something a lot of people have wanted to see. Enjoy this ouchie.

Mike doesn’t feel human when he wakes up. He’s nearly positive he no longer is—body taken over by some creature of the bog with toxic breath. Jesus, what the fuck happened last night?

Blinking hurts. Shifting his leg hurts. His chest is fucking killing him, feels like he bruised his god damn sternum, and when he moves to sit up in a bed that is not his, overwhelming nausea has Mike groaning and covering his mouth with one hand.

“He has risen,” a vaguely familiar baritone voice rings through the air, loud enough to make Mike wave his other hand in an attempt to mute it. Erwin chuckles, paying him no attention apparently as he speaks again, “Good timing, too. I just came to drop this off.”

Mike tries to focus his bleary eyes on the nightstand where his friend sets down a bottle of water, a bigger bottle of Gatorade, and several liquid gel pills.

“Chill here for as long as you need. I’m just watching the pledges clean downstairs. Want me to bring the trash can over?” Erwin’s concern can’t entirely hide the amusement in his voice. It’s irritating, but also… Mike needs that trash can.

“Yeah,” he croaks through his palm. “Thanks.”

Erwin nods and grabs the little plastic bin, setting it down next to the bed. Mike considers just picking it up and sitting with it in his lap, but he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to stay upright for long enough.

“I’ll be downstairs. If you need anything, you’ll just have to yell because your phone is definitely sitting in a bag of rice in the kitchen right now.”

“What?” Mike frowns. How even…

“It got wet,” Erwin states, like that clarifies anything. “Probably in the shower.”

“Why was I—”

“We can talk about it when you’re less…” Erwin gestures to Mike’s face with one finger and grimaces as he finishes, “Green. You didn’t do anything too terrible, though, so you can rest easy.”

He leaves, and Mike chokes down the pills and a few gulps of water before gently laying back down. He has to retrace metaphorical footsteps to get to the last thing he remembers from the night before, and it’s body shots off some blonde clone. His order of events goes: hanging out with Rhi, talking with you and Erwin, Zeke showing up, catching Eren mid-roofie attempt and throwing him out, getting mad at Nile, and then just a lot of drinking. Too much. Of different kinds. That had been dumb.

He thinks he spent a little while in the bathroom. Erwin was there. And, Nile came and went. He thinks he may have heard your voice a few times but can’t be sure, and honestly, trying to recall anything from the period of time his brain was literally incapable of processing new memories is a pretty big waste of time.

Mike spends most of the day in Erwin’s room. He drifts in and out of restless sleep, waking up to drink his water and Gatorade. At some point, one of the kids, Jean, knocks on the door and drops a bowl of soup off, mumbles, “Erwin told me to bring this up here.” Mike hasn’t spent a ton of time around the current pledge class, but Erwin must like Jean if he trusted the kid enough to give him his room code.

The soup settles his stomach enough to move around a little more. His headache ebbs into a dull throb, and the sharp ache in his chest fades into that of a bruise. By around five o'clock, Mike is finally able to amble downstairs, give everyone a tired wave, mumble his thanks to Erwin, then drive himself to his apartment.

He's still trying to piece together what happened the night before, but he just ends up more confused than before, so he decides to put it behind him and move on. Everyone deserves a wild night every once in a while.

Thanksgiving nears. Mike has already made plans to go home to his parents which means he has to turn down the Pike house Friendsgiving offer that Erwin extends to him.

He tells Mike that Nile and Hitch will be there, but Marie might show her face, "So, that will be interesting."

Some of the brothers who can't make it home will attend. Erwin is bringing Maddie who Mike hasn't heard about in several months, but he's pretty sure that's just to throw him off the scent of whatever Erwin has going on with you. You, who will also be in attendance because apparently your mom opted to go on a girls trip instead of face the family. Mike can't blame her.

He thinks maybe he should reach out to you, to ask about the night he blacked out because he has a feeling you can give him some details that others can't, but Erwin assures Mike that you were only in the bathroom with him for a short time. "Just long enough to see you rip your shirt which she seemed a little too happy about."

Mike doesn't know what he'd say to you anyway. Even after learning that Zeke had blocked his number in your phone. He's still mad that you let the fucker get close enough to do that in the first place, that you had chosen him. It's a wound that just won't heal. Any time he sees you or hears your name, all Mike can think about is why he wasn't good enough.

So, he keeps distancing himself. It seems like the most appropriate thing he can do until he decides he'll be able to have a conversation with you without blowing up.

Mike's parents are happy to see him when he walks in the door. Scout jumps on him until he picks her up and holds her like the puppy she is not. He isn't surprised when his mom asks about you, if you and Mike sorted things out. The question hurts even if he was expecting it, seems like yesterday you were walking around the house like you'd always been a part of it.

Lying is the easiest path to take. He tells his parents that you had to go home for the break, that you couldn't split up your time between two families in just four days, and, of course, they buy it.

Thanksgiving day is nice enough. The family travels a couple cities over to Mike's aunt and uncle's house. It's much bigger, has room for the relatives that are able to make it. There are traditional Greek dishes as well as the usual turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, etc. A few pictures here and there, entertaining his younger cousins—it's a good time.

Until Mike checks his various social media apps and sees the pictures from Friendsgiving.

They're tame, nothing wildly inappropriate, but they still make Mike scowl as he thumbs through them.

One of Nile cutting into the turkey, of Reiner ripping into a drumstick, Connie hoarding all of the cranberry sauce while his best friend, a girl named Sasha, does the same with the deviled eggs. Gelgar looks to be crying with a dot of potato salad in his hair. Marie is indeed there, glaring in the background of a photo where Nile and Hitch are tapping beer bottles together with silly smiles. She looks much happier in the shot of her and Maddie sitting together, laughing over glasses of wine.

Mike's heart stutters when he gets to a photo of you aiming to toss food into Reiner's mouth, then of you and Erwin both holding beers in one hand and pointing matching finger guns with the other.

Thick as fucking thieves. Two peas in a god damn pod. Mike wants to throw his phone out the window of his dad's suburban.

There are several more pictures that Mike doesn't bother to look at. He'd like to have a good time with his parents for the remainder of his break, and there's no way he'll be able to do that if he's pissed off.

So, he distracts himself. He goes on walks with Scout and plays with her for hours, watches old movies with his mom and dad, calls a couple relatives from overseas to catch up. But, those pictures are seared into the back of his mind, surfacing whenever he has down time.

He doesn't have any desire to go back to campus, not if he's gonna see you and Erwin together. His friend can deny it all he wants, but Mike knows something is going on between the two of you, and as he drives back to the college, he finally has the realization that… you might just be a shitty person.

Yeah, you have issues, but so does everyone. It doesn't excuse you from—from fucking toying with people, from using them as puppets whenever you need to. Mike wishes he'd never even tempted you to sleep with him that last time. It had felt too good and too right, but apparently you don't feel the same way. You went right back to Zeke once you'd gotten what you wanted, and Mike should have seen that coming. He should have been prepared for it. On some level he knew that's what you'd do, but that never stopped him from hoping that maybe… maybe it would have opened your eyes.

Plus, it ruined the entire Jurassic Park franchise for him, so that sucks.

He picks up where he left off both in his classes and in his social life. He stays away from PKA as much as he can but still attends meetings when necessary. The lacrosse season is coming to an end, so he tries to make the most of it. Rhi ends up in his bed again, both of them taking what they can from each other. Erwin jokes that he's gonna fall in love with her— "You know what happened the last time you tried to keep it casual," —and Mike nearly decks him in the face.

You don't try to talk to him, no texts or calls. When you see each other on campus, you don't spare him more than a sad glance as you pass him.

Mike is fine with it. He isn't about to be the one to make the move to talk things out. Honestly, he doesn't know if there's anything to talk out. You dated Zeke, and now you're dating Mike's best friend and trying to hide it.

He's mad at both of you, but it's easier to channel that blistering anger toward you rather than Erwin who he has to see on a regular basis. Besides, Erwin has always gotten around. Mike isn't especially surprised that he'd try his hand with you especially after what happened at the ranch house, but fuck, couldn't he have waited until after he and Mike graduated or something? Just disrespectful. That's what it is.

"Bro, I do not wanna go to another party," Mike's voice rises in frustration. "Consider me partied the fuck out, okay? I'm tired of 'em."

"It's not even a party," Erwin tells him. "It's more like a gathering of… like-minded individuals."

Mike snorts. "Yeah, okay."

"I'm not kidding! Like, twelve people at the most. All we're doing is hanging out at the ranch house."

"Will there be drinking?" Mike questions, moving his head back and forth in a mocking way.

Erwin shrugs his shoulders where he sits. "Of course there'll be drinking, but you don't have to partake. I just want you there to chill. Come on, man."

"Who's going?"

The blond lists off some of the Friendsgiving group, but he doesn't get to finish because once Erwin utters your name, Mike cuts him off with a loud, "Nope!"

"Duuuude," Erwin sounds like the frustrated one now, not that he has any right to be.

"Don't dude me! Why the fuck would you think I'd have any interest in watching you two giggle and cuddle n' shit."

"Mike," Erwin groans, rubbing his forehead. "How many times do I have to tell you…"

"You don't have to tell me anything. I already know what I need to know."

Standing up, Erwin seems like he's at his wit's end when he barks, "You don't know shit! You're seeing what you want to see without asking either of us! She misses you, dude. I'm just the next best thing."

"Nice to know your dick game isn't better than mine at least," Mike grumbles.

"Jesus Christ, you know what? I don't care. Come to the house, or don't come. Whatever."

Erwin takes long strides to get to Mike's front door, obviously ready to get away from him. He slams it hard enough to make Mike flinch.

He doesn't care how annoyed Erwin is with him. It's partially his fault that Mike doesn't want to go to the gathering, and he should know that. He'll come to understand eventually, and that thought makes it easier for Mike to make his decision. He's not gonna go. He refuses. There's no way. He won't—

Mike ends up going.

After powering through finals and visiting his parents for another few days. He has a mental debate the entire way to the ranch house, swearing to himself, going over the pros and cons. He comes close to turning around more than a few times, but after a couple hours, Mike finally pulls into the large circle drive right behind Levi's black Prius.

Erwin is extremely surprised to see him but keeps his mouth closed about it, just tells him, "Room upstairs on the far right is still open."

Mike drops his stuff off then greets the others—Nile, Gelgar, Reiner, Jean, Marco, and Levi.

"Wasn't expecting to see you here," the last states, focused on burning the loose string of his hoodie with a lighter. "Erwin told me you guys had some bullshit argument."

"Happens sometimes," Mike dismisses as he takes a place on the couch.

"I guess. This is why I don't have a lot of friends. Can't put up with stupid shit like that."

"Oh, is that why?" Mike rolls his eyes.

Levi snickers, shaking his head. "Aw man, he was right. You are in a bad mood, aren't ya'?

"Man, fuck off."

They sit in silence for a few minutes. Mike is bouncing his foot where it's thrown over his opposite leg—anxious or angry or some other negative emotion he needs to get rid of.

"Party's gonna be a fucking sausage fest," Levi mumbles.

Nile passes behind the couch just in time to hear and informs the smaller man, "Not entirely. Maddie, Marie, Hitch, and Mike's little heartbreaker should be getting here soon."

Mike groans internally but speaks out loud, "This was a mistake. I can't fucking be here if you guys keep talking about her."

"If you can't handle us talking about her, how're you gonna handle seeing her?" Levi scoffs.

Erwin has stocked the bar with craft beer and various wines. Mike considers going ahead and breaking a few bottles open, but he resists—doesn't want a repeat of the forgotten party.

They set up a horror video game upstairs and an animated adult series downstairs. Erwin wasn't lying about it being a more relaxed environment than usual, but that doesn't stop Mike's neck from prickling when you arrive with Hitch at around five. Maddie and Marie show up a couple hours later, and Mike can feel the tension that surrounds all four of you. Amusing as it can be, he really doesn't have the patience for cattiness tonight.

High quality Chinese food is provided courtesy of Erwin's father's credit card as well as dipped strawberries that Nile keeps feeding Hitch. It gets Marie very heated very quickly, and Maddie has to talk her down in another room.

It makes Mike wonder if you would ever let him feed you like that or if you would snort and bat his hand away. What the fuck do you think you're doing, Zacharias? That's couples shit.

It makes him sigh and slouch on the couch, thankful you're upstairs watching Connie play the most recent Resident Evil.

He knows you're not a fan of horror, so the only reason you'd be up there is to avoid Mike.

Good.

Erwin is the first to open the wine. Maddie won't leave his side, stuck to him like a magnet. The fact that he has to get a drink only furthers Mike's theory that Erwin didn't invite her as a real date.

He spends a fair amount of time shooting the shit with Levi. It isn't necessarily the most enjoyable conversation considering Levi's constant smartass comments, but it's better than trudging up to the second floor.

Nile fucks Hitch in the bathroom for everyone to hear. Marie starts crying and runs to the porch. This gathering is about as insufferable as Mike assumed it would be.

Eventually, you journey downstairs. It was inevitable. You spare Mike a glance and sigh as you make your way to the kitchen to grab a beer—you don't even like beer, so why—

"Hey, can you grab me one too?" Erwin calls out, and when you hand it to him, he gives you that hundred watt grin Mike knows brings girls to their knees, but while Maddie stares at him with that dreamy look in her eyes, you just snort and gently shove him.

"Don't fuckin' look at me like that, Smith."

Ah, the last name card, the one that you pull to act like you're all aloof when really you're just reeling them in.

"Like what?" Erwin asks before taking a sip, still smiling around the rim of the bottle.

"You know what."

Mike chooses then to go upstairs, knowing he steals your attention as he stomps like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

Why did he even come here? Was it just to give himself more reason to brood? Solidify that he's valid in being angry?

Connie is trembling as his character makes his way through a decrepit house. Jean laughs every few minutes, but he also startles at every jump scare, leaving Reiner to call both of them pussies as he bites into strawberry after strawberry, throwing the stems into a little bowl in his lap. Mike supposes the first years are entertaining enough. He can see why Erwin invited them here.

It's close to nine o'clock. Mike is bored out of his mind, can't help venturing back downstairs mostly because he's tired of watching the pledges swear and shout at the video game (including Reiner now) but also out of morbid curiosity.

Marie has returned and is sitting in the kitchen with Maddie, both of whom are glaring into the den where you, Erwin, Nile, and Hitch share the couch. Hitch may as well be in Nile's lap, but you're sitting on the back ridge, feet planted on the cushions as you hunch forward and nurse a beer. Your knee is against Erwin's arm, but that's the only point of contact. Still, whenever something funny is said on the TV show, he looks up at you, as if to check that you're laughing, taking it in. Mike can't blame him. You have one of the cutest laughs he's ever heard.

Levi and Gelgar are both on plush loveseats on opposite sides of the room, either scrolling or typing on their phones.

Again, Mike has to think about how laid back the party is—even if he's a mess. It's so different from the raucous scenes he's used to—blasting music and keg stands and dancing on tables. This would be infinitely preferable if it weren't for the open pit in Mike's stomach.

If he could just chill the fuck out, pay absolutely no attention to you and Erwin and the way his fingers slowly wrap around your ankle when you won't stop bouncing your leg.

Not together his ass.

When Mike gets a text from Rhi, he basically sighs in relief—the perfect opportunity to forget about you for a while.

He doesn't bother asking to make sure it's okay with the host, just messages back, what are you doing rn? and immediately asks her to come over, knowing she only lives about an hour away.

Naturally, she agrees. One of the only great things about Rhi is that she’s always, always down to fuck. Mike doesn’t know if it has something to do with his size or if she just has a high sex drive. Either way, he’s glad for it..

He meets her on the porch after waiting for what feels like an eternity, just having to sit and watch you kick Erwin’s thigh whenever he says something dumb. He always retaliates by pulling on your little toes which makes you squeak and almost fall off the couch. It’s fucking maddening, makes Mike want to pull his hair out or throw something, just trash the fucking house because Erwin deserves it.

But, then Rhi arrives in all her Ugg boot glory, wearing the old, green hoodie that you had given back to Mike a few months ago.

They walk in, Mike’s hands on her shoulders like he’s pushing her over the threshold. You look up, take the other girl in, then very quickly step off the couch and prance into the kitchen without saying a word.

Erwin, however, makes up for your silence, wide eyed as he stares at Rhi and utters, “Fuck.”

* You didn’t want to be like Maddie and Marie, jogging to a private place to cry over a fucking boy, but god, you are definitely locked in the bathroom, hunched over the sink sobbing as quietly as you can. Your nose is running, and your eyes are burning, leaking god damn rivers

It wouldn’t have been so bad if she was just in her normal winter sorority get-up. But the hoodie? The one you wore for months on end, the one Mike would sniff whenever he would lay his head on your stomach, mumbling something about, “Smells good. Might have to take it back.” He didn’t have to say it out loud, but you knew he always felt a little jolt of pride when you’d wear it, like you were advertising how close you were to him.

So, to see another girl wearing it—to see Rhi wearing it—it fucking hurts. Your throat is sore from holding back those loud, pained cries. Your stomach is rolling like you ate something spoiled. Your fingers ache from digging into the fancy, granite sink. Everything hurts.

It makes you wonder if Mike felt like this when you first told him about Zeke, if he feels like this now that he thinks you’re with Erwin—stupid, stupid, stupid. You shouldn’t have waited so long to talk to him. You should have cleared things up right after the party. Now, it’s too late.

There’s a knock on the door that makes you sniff and wipe your nose, but you still tell whoever is on the other side (most likely Hitch or Erwin), “Go away.”

“It’s me.” Erwin. "Let me in."

"Literally what did I just say?"

"If you don't unlock the door, I'll kick it in. It's my house, so I won't get in trouble for it."

"Oh my god," you grumble before turning the lock on the knob. "Spoiled fucking brat."

Erwin steps in and closes the door then takes a good look at your puffy face and red eyes. Sighing, he leans against the wall. "For the record, I didn't invite her. Mike must have—"

"That doesn't make me feel any better," you say, grabbing some toilet paper to blow your nose. "Actually, it makes me feel even worse."

"I just wanted to make sure you knew."

"What, d'you want brownie points or something?" You ask sarcastically, making sure the toilet lid is down before sitting on it, bracing your arms on your knees and looking up at Erwin to find him frowning. "Sorry. I'm being a bitch, I know."

He waves it off. "It's understandable. I'm not very happy with him either. The perpetual shitty mood is driving me crazy."

You don't know much about that other than it being entirely your fault, so you apologize, "Yeah, sorry about that."

"If you guys would have just talked it out like adults—"

"Well, we didn't, Erwin. And, it seems like it's not even an option any more, so…" you hold your hands out in a clueless fashion, like you're at a loss. "I don't know what you want me to do."

Your voice is thick, straining against the lump in your throat. Vision going blurry again, you shove your palms against your eyes, repeating, no more crying, no more crying, no more crying.

"I'm sorry he's doing this to you," Erwin says quietly.

You sniffle, almost laugh when you reply, "Not really different from what I did to him. Like," you have to blow your nose again so it doesn't start running, toss the toilet paper into the waste basket next to you. "I don't know if he's trying to get back at me or legitimately moving on, but I can't exactly hold it against him."

"Still," Erwin takes a couple steps toward you. "Pulling this kind of shit is fucked up. He had to have known it would hurt you on some level."

"You don't have to, like, take my side or whatever," you state. "I know we're friends and all, but you don't have to coddle me like this."

"I'm not trying to coddle you. I'm sympathizing. There's a difference."

"Whatever it is, it's unnecessary," you mumble.

"Yeah?" Another step closer so that he's right in front of you. "So, you weren't planning on crying in here for the rest of the night?"

"No," you're quick to deny, but your lips quirk upward when you correct, "I was gonna go up to my room and cry in there for the rest of the night."

Erwin shakes his head then pulls you into a strange embrace, pressing your face to his stomach with one hand while the other settles between your shoulder blades.

Your first instinct is to shove him away, but his shirt is soft and smells like detergent, and his stomach is firm and grounding against your cheek, and the knuckles rubbing up and down the top of your spine are warm and soothing.

So, you stay in the slightly awkward position, shutting your eyes and trying to relax, but all you can think about is Mike walking in with his hands on Rhi and the way she looked in his hoodie. Is she cuter than you? Does she smell better than you? Does she treat him better than you did?

Tears well up in your eyes once again, dampening Erwin's shirt as they slip over your waterline, and before you know it, you're clutching the material covering the small of his back and crying against him.

And, he lets you—just keeps stroking between your shoulders and shushing you with a quiet, "I know, I know. It'll be okay."

Erwin is cocky and bold, takes things a little too far sometimes, but, just as you thought last year after he stole that kiss, he is good. Even if he's broken too many hearts to count and completely disregarded people's feelings, he's a good guy. At the very least, he's good to you, and that's what you need at the moment.

"What time is it?" You speak into his shirt.

"About eleven thirty."

You hum and turn so that your forehead is resting just above his hips. It could be a suggestive position, but—

But nothing.

You blink a few times, weighing the situation, everything that unfolded tonight—everything that's unfolded over the past semester and… it would make sense. It's not like you've never thought about it before. You're worked up and need to unwind, need to clear your head, and besides, Mike already believes there's something between you and Erwin, so why not take advantage of that?

Sucking on your bottom lip, you go through a list of pros and cons. The biggest downside is that Mike will be upset with you. He already is, though, so there’s isn’t much to lose on that front. The upside is that you'll be able to forget about him for a while and possibly get an orgasm out of it.

"Hey, Erwin…" You're not entirely sure how to bring it up, but it turns out you don't have to.

"Don't fucking ask," he huffs. Perceptive bastard.

You push away from his stomach and look up at him. "Okay, why, though?"

His head is hanging back, gaze trained on the ceiling as he admits, "Because if you ask, I won't say no, and it'll only make things worse."

Something about that gives you butterflies. That's a good sign, means you might be invested enough to finally let your mind wander from Mike.

"Mike already thinks we're fucking, though, so unless you don't actually want to fuck me, I don't see why we shouldn't."

Erwin walks backward until he hits the cabinets. His full lips are pressed into a tight line, and his blue eyes look like a warning. Don't push me.

"Do you honestly think you won't walk away from that feeling guilty?" He questions. "We know we aren't sleeping together, that we aren't actually doing anything wrong even if Mike doesn't believe it. But, to actually go through with it?" Erwin lets out a little chuckle and crosses his arms over his chest. "I probably won't feel bad 'cause I'm kind of an asshole, but you? You will feel awful."

"I already feel awful," you remind him as you stand. "I already feel guilty. If you think I could feel any fucking worse than I already do, you might be overestimating my—my—I don't know—emotional capacity?"

Moving forward, you nudge Erwin out of the way to get to the sink, splashing cold water on your face to clean it of dried tears. You cup a hand under the faucet, then toss some water into your mouth, swishing, and spitting, and turning back around.

Erwin's gaze is dark and not at all subtle when he eyes you up and down.

"I might hurt you, you know," he states in a voice that's considerably deeper than before.

You raise your eyebrows, unconvinced. "You don't have to worry about me catching feelings, Smith. Relax."

Mouth tugging up on one side, Erwin smirks in a way that makes you squirm where you stand.

"That's not what I meant."

It takes you a moment to decipher what he's trying to say, but you breathe an, "Oh," when you realize, then another as it truly sinks in. "Oh."

That's okay, you want to tell him. I want to be hurt tonight. You only want it if it will hurt. If you confess to that desire, though, Erwin might back out—a disappointment considering the way you're starting to get a little excited.

"If I can handle Mike, I can handle you," you say, fully aware that he'll take it as a challenge. If there's one thing you know about men, it's that they thrive off competition.

Erwin is no different as he slides in front of you, hands finding your hips and pulling them to his. He's already half hard in his khakis, and you stand on your tip-toes, brushing against him as you do, to tilt your head back and hover just under his mouth as you tease, "Don't tell me you haven't thought about it before."

"You have no idea how often I've thought about it—how often I think about it."

You nip at his bottom lip, enjoying the way he licks it afterward. "Have you been holding back since we started hanging out—just the two of us?"

His fingers dig into your back, just above the curve of your ass, and you already know there will be small bruises left behind.

"Do you want me to paint a picture?" He rumbles, and you nod, pressing a kiss to his throat. "Any time I have you in my room I think about fucking you. On the bed. Over my desk. Up against a wall…" A little gasp makes its way out of him as you bite down on the skin you've been sucking on, and Erwin ruts against you a couple times before continuing, voice a little more strangled than before.

"Thought about fucking you downstairs on the couch for the whole frat to see, all spread out, moaning like a porn star. I know what you sound like," he whispers, catching you off guard when he suddenly lifts you to set you on the counter. "I've heard the way you scream for Mike."

There's a pang in your chest at the mention of him, but it's gone just as quickly.

"And, you'd like it, wouldn't you? Being watched." Erwin trails his lips from your temple to your ear, making you shiver when he speaks into it, "You can pretend all you want, but I know you liked it when I walked in on you and him. You liked being on display."

He isn't wrong. You replay that instance in your head a little more than you probably should.

Hearing the fact stated now, though, right to your face has your body heating, arousal flooding you and making warmth pool between your legs.

"You can admit it, it's okay. I've known for a while now."

One of his hands moves to the inside of your thigh then further up, fingers dancing over your covered pussy. It's your turn to gasp. You clutch his shoulders and spread your legs despite knowing there's no way you'll be satisfied with this, not when thick denim is separating you from his touch.

"Don't get too cocky, Smith." You try to sound confident, but it's hard to when your breath keeps hitching.

"Why?" He grazes his teeth over the sensitive space below your ear, and it makes you twitch in his grasp. "I have every reason to be."

He goes on to list every other place he's thought about fucking you—apparently just about every setting you've ever been in with him. Each and every Pike party, the locker room before or after a lacrosse game, his Mustang, Mike's Wrangler.

"That's fucked up," you somehow manage.

Erwin shrugs his shoulders, mumbles, "Can't help it," then slots his lips against yours for the first time (or, the first consensual time).

You're reminded of Zeke, the way all you did was compare him, only now with Erwin, you have two men who flash through your mind. He's softer than Zeke but just as bold as he cradles your head and slips his tongue into your mouth—tastes sweeter than Mike (probably from the strawberries), but it's not necessarily a good thing. It isn't bad either. It's just Erwin… Different.

His hair doesn't brush your cheeks like Mike's does. He doesn't have glasses to dig into your skin. Clean shaven, no coarse hairs to tickle against you, and he's smack in the middle in terms of height. You have to crane your neck more than you did with Zeke but less than you had to with Mike.

It's all a little jarring, but you feel this was always sort of an inevitability, at least once you started spending time with Erwin one on one. You never would have let this happen if you had stayed with Mike—if you had actually taken the next step with him—but that's why you started hanging out with Erwin in the first place.

You never noticed the way your back and forth was flirty, mostly just you giving him shit about one thing or another, but apparently others read further into it. And, you've had as good a time as you can. The heartache has put a damper on things, kept Erwin mostly off your radar save for the days you woke up frustrated and desperate, but that's what your vibrator is for.

Apparently, while you were busy making sure things stayed friendly between the two of you, Erwin's mind was getting away from him. Every god damn time you hung out, he told you, whether it was at the house or out to lunch, walking with you to classes or out to your car.

He did make it a habit of touching you, you can admit, but none of it was inappropriate—a nudge to knock you off balance that would result in you hitting him, a prod in the ribs that would result in you squeaking and hitting him. Sticking a foot out to trip you that would result in you…

Dude obviously likes to be slapped around.

There's also the hugs. Up in his room when you feel extra gloomy, he'd wrap his arms around you and sway back and forth. Sometimes he'd sit and pull you with him, turn on a movie and keep a tight hold around your shoulders. There were afternoons you'd walk into his room while he was studying and just pass out in his bed, up too late the night before from worrying and obsessing, in need of a nap before your evening lecture. He'd set an alarm for you, stay up for a while longer before allowing himself to take a break and crawl under the blankets beside to—

Oh, god, you've been dating Erwin Smith.

You have to break away from him to laugh, lightly hitting your head against his chest so that he chuckles and asks, "What?"

"I—" You look back up at him, shaking your head to yourself. "I can't believe I didn't fucking see it."

"See what?"

"You and me—"

"You and I," he corrects, and you shove him.

"You and I have just been doing what Mike and I were doing."

"Uh, excuse me," he holds a finger up. "We have not been having endless sex, thank you."

"That's not—" You roll your eyes. "I'm saying we've been dating without actually dating. Like, I get why everyone thinks we're a thing."

"Oh," Erwin nods, sucking his teeth for a second then adding, "Yeah, I was wondering when you would figure that out."

"Fucker. Did you do it on purpose? Like, just to prove you could?"

He frowns, looking genuinely offended. "Christ, what kind of person do you think I am?"

"Not twenty minutes ago you confessed to being an asshole."

His face softens when he snickers. "Okay, true. But, no. I'm not trying to manipulate Mike or you for that matter. You've been upset, and you've put up with a lot of shit over the last few months, and I just figured you could use a friend."

Staring up at him, you notice the way his face is turning a little red, and you hold your tongue between your teeth as you smile knowingly.

"You caaare about meee."

He scoffs and looks away

"Heartbreaker Smith cares about a girl," you tease. "How embarrassing."

"Laugh it up. You would've been miserable without me."

"I mean, yeah, but still. What's it like having a platonic girlfriend?"

He tilts his head to the side then reaches forward to squeeze your thighs. "Is it really platonic if we're about to have sex?"

"Absolutely. Hundred percent."

"You're not even a little worried that it'll become a regular thing and you'll fall in love?" The arrogance is both astounding and amusing.

Cocking your head, you take a deep breath, expression one of false sympathy as you pat his stomach. "I'm positive. Unfortunately, my heart belongs to another."

Erwin clicks his tongue before moving forward and sliding his hands between the counter and your ass. "I'm a little hurt, honestly. I'm used to fucking a girl and having to hide out for a while afterward—always so clingy."

You squint, can't tell if he's being serious or overdramatizing to annoy you.

"You know what? Nevermind. I don't even want your little playboy ass anymore—"

Naturally, he turns the charm back on right then, getting too close to your face, blue eyes flicking to your lips before he breathes, "Don't lie," and presses a tiny peck to them. "The tough girl act is only believable for so long."

"Wow, fuck you."

"That's the idea," he smirks.

"Har fucking har. You're so funny."

Erwin pulls you closer to the edge of the counter and grinds his hips against yours then prompts, "Your room or mine?"

"Mine," you reply. "I'd rather you have to do the walk of shame later."

"Probably a good idea since you won't be able to once I'm finished with you."

You actually laugh out loud. It would have worked on you a few minutes ago, but all the joking has you a little giggly at this point.

Fuck, he is going to make a great distraction.

"Okay, calm down. Don't make promises you can't keep."

"Sounds like a challenge to me."

"Men," you sigh. "So predictable."

After minutes more of unnecessary banter, Erwin finally coaxes you out of the bathroom you've both spent far too much time in. Your face has cleared up, the urge to cry subsiding, though your heart still drops in your chest when you pass behind Mike and Rhi on the couch, green eyes tracking you as you walk up the stairs in front of Erwin.

This is not the right way to solve a problem, but it'll probably be fun for a while. It's already fun as Erwin kicks the door closed and walks you back to the bed. He isn't even touching you, just watching you with a hazy blue gaze. He isn't smiling, looks like a predator, and honestly, it's ridiculously attractive.

"Stop making that face."

"What face?"

"That—that—"

You run into the bed, wave your arms to keep your balance, but Erwin presses his fingertips to your chest and just barely pushes to knock you back.

"What face, hm?"

The hair on your arms and neck is standing on end, anticipation bubbling in your gut as you try to crawl higher on the mattress only for Erwin to grab you by the ankle and tug you back down.

Damn. He's good at this.

"Stay," he commands, straightening up to take his shirt off.

He's tan and toned, light blonde hair sprinkled over his chest and above the waistband of his pants.

You're reminded of the very first Pike party you went to, the first time you slept with Mike (and can't remember), walking downstairs the following morning to find Erwin in the kitchen wearing sweats and drinking his coffee and smirking at you like he could tell the future.

Maddening. He's maddening.

You rid yourself of your own top then shimmy out of your jeans. Erwin eyes you hungrily, causing your whole body to tingle. It simultaneously makes you want to cover yourself and spread yourself open for him.

"I have been waiting way too fucking long for this," Erwin mumbles, raking fingernails down your torso so that you take in a shuddering breath.

"It's been, like, a y-year and a half." Your back arches on its own volition, hips bucking as Erwin scratches over the bones before catching your thong and pulling it down. He kneels at the end of the bed, a familiar scene save for the head of shiny, golden hair.

"A year and a half of having to look but not touch."

"Poor little—" you gasp when he parts your folds with his thumbs, staring at your pussy then blowing a stream of air over it.

"Do you know how many times I've jacked off to the thought of you? How many times I've slept with other girls while imagining it was you?"

You want to make another smartass comment, tease him about being a pervert or in his feelings or something, but you can't find your voice as he licks a long, slow stripe up your slit. You stare at the ceiling, not even blinking as too many signals fire in your brain all at once.

Erwin is good with his mouth. Like, stupid good. He has a teasing rhythm, flicks your clit with the tip of his tongue until your muscles are coiled then moves to trace the ring of your entrance, taking his time as you turn from human to puddle.

He’s better at this than Zeke who would purposely graze his teeth over your sensitive little bud a little too hard on purpose, would suck on it until it hurt. He liked when you whimpered for him, liked leaving raised welts on your ribs and back from where he’d scratched. The intermixed pain and pleasure never failed to make you come, but the climb up to that precipice was usually precarious for lack of a better term.

Then, there’s Mike (because of course there is). His mood usually determined how he would take you, hard and fast before a game or slow and lazy as you both relaxed in his room. One thing always stayed the same no matter his disposition, and it’s that he fucking worshiped your pussy—even said it on multiple occasions. He would eat you out like a starving man, lapping at your juices like it would quench his thirst. Some days he would overstimulate you to the point of tears, neverending licks lavished over your clit as he pumped thick fingers in and out of your cunt. Other days he would go down on you like it was a fucking hobby—turn on a movie, spread you out on the foot of his bed, and eat you out while only halfway paying attention to the TV. He could pull multiple orgasms from you that way, letting you come around a finger or two before returning to your pulsing clit. Fuck, you used to make such a mess. He’d spend minutes trying to lick you clean, but you always ended up in the shower afterward.

You shouldn’t be thinking of that right now, though. You should be thinking about Erwin’s clever tongue and the fingertips just barely brushing over sensitive skin. You want them inside of you, want something to clamp down on, but no matter how much you pull his hair or utter a breathy, “Please,” he keeps the same pace, only moving on when he feels like it.

He’s doing it on purpose, trying to break you before even getting to the point of fucking you, and if you’re being honest, it just might work. He’s gonna make you lose your god damn mind tonight. Exactly like you want to.

“Fuck, how much p-practice have you had with th-this?”

Erwin laughs, stilling your wriggling by curling his arms around your thighs. “Too much, probably.”

You whine when he continues, but when he starts softly sucking on your clit, you’re surprised at how close you suddenly feel, your legs naturally trying to spread further but remaining immobilized in Erwin’s grip. The threat of not being able to move only intensifies the building sensation in your gut, and soon you’re gasping his name, eyes rolling as you try in vain to buck further into his face.

You feel more than hear Erwin groan, a deep vibration that pours over your clit and makes you twitch. He gives you a few more long licks, then pulls back and stands, exposing the way his mouth and chin are covered in a glossy sheen.

“Feel better yet?” He smirks.

You wave a lazy hand, don’t want to fluff his ego too much, so you allow him to witness your borderline stoned state while still jeering, “I’ll feel better when I have your cock inside me.”

Erwin laughs to himself, mutters, “Eager,” then takes his pants off.

Pushing yourself up on your elbows, you give his cock a cursory glance and stop. “Hold on,” then slide off the bed and to your knees.

If you’re gonna fuck Erwin Smith, you’re at least gonna appreciate it.

He inhales sharply as you place your hands on his thighs, eyes traveling over his length. It’s pretty, above average in size, smooth, with a flared tip that’s currently flushing a dark pink.

“I really hate to admit this, but you could be, like, a dick model.”

He chokes on some kind of snort, and you swear his entire chest turns red. “I—thank you?”

“You’re welcome,” you tell him, promptly taking hold of his cock and guiding it into your mouth.

“Oh, fuck, fuck—”

His skin is soft against your tongue, warm as you take him deeper. His girth stretches your jaw, but you’re still pretty used to the feeling, had to get used to it with Mike because he’s a little bigger than—

That’s not important.

Erwin breathes through his teeth as he places a hand on the top of your head, and when you look up at him through your eyelashes, he lets out a disbelieving little laugh. That confident fucking tease is nowhere to be found as you swipe your tongue over the tiny hole leaking pre then surge forward, almost pressing your nose to his pelvis as you run the muscle back and forth under the base of his cock.

“Shit, let me—let me lean against the bed,” he says, pulling you off him and chuckling, “Gonna make my fucking knees buckle.”

You turn where you’re kneeling, waiting for him to get better stabilized before resuming your efforts to ruin this annoying, charming frat boy who is always put together. You suck and slurp and trigger your gag reflex a couple times. Erwin’s fingers scratch against your scalp like he’s looking for purchase. He’s careful not to be too brutal as he pushes you down on his cock, raising his hips to meet your rhythm. His head is thrown back, thighs tensing under your hands as his chest rises and falls with short breaths.

You have to work up to it, but once you feel loose enough, you press forward and let Erwin slip further into your throat. His voice sounds like honey when he groans a low, “Hoooly fuck,” letting his head hang down as he attempts to stare at you with unfocused eyes.

“Okay, okay, okay,” he huffs. “Keep going and we won’t get to the main event.”

You pull off of him with a lewd pop then raise to your feet. Your knees are a little sore, but it’s nothing some exercise won’t work out.

“Want me to wear a condom?”

“I don’t care. I’m clean and on birth control,” you tell him. “What about you?”

“Well, I’m clean, but I haven’t gotten my birth control prescription refilled in a wh—”

You flick his chest, and Erwin laughs as he bats you away.

“Alright. Up on the bed with you then,” he motions to the mattress. “Lay on the edge.”

You do as you're told, spreading your legs for Erwin to stand between, and you bite your lip when you feel him rub the head of his cock between your folds. You’re still wet with slick—probably dripped onto the carpet when you were giving him head—which makes the glide easier as he teases you.

“Ready?” He asks, wriggling thick eyebrows until you smile. He doesn’t wait for an actual answer before he starts pushing in, pressing your legs to your chest as he slowly seats himself in your cunt.

You’re making that face—eyebrows moving toward your hairline as if you’re worried, jaw dropping open as air is pushed from your lungs. Erwin looks focused, licking his lips as he gazes down at the way your pussy stretches around him.

He thrusts in and out at a tortuous pace, apparently waiting for you to start trembling around him before he deems you ready to take more. Every one of his movements is measured, slowly pulling out only to push in all at once. The ridge of his cock drags over your g-spot, pressing firmly against it and making you claw at his shoulders.

He feels good, satisfying, but he’s not quite as good as Mike who used to hit all your spots without even thinking about it—somehow making you beg like a whore and sing like a little girl in Sunday school all at the same time.

Still, you don’t have to lie when Erwin quickens his pace and pants, “Feel good?”

“Fuck—yes, yes, Jesus Christ—”

He’s pulling all manner of crude sounds from your pussy, wet and greedy as it sucks him back in with every rut of his hips. The angle is perfect—his height paired with the bed on stilts has him hitting your spot every time, and you feel the need to warn him, “If you keep—keep fucking me like this—god—m’gonna squirt.”

“Fuck yes,” he praises, wetting a thumb in his mouth before bringing it down to massage your clit. He only speeds up as your voice rises, body confused like your muscles don’t know if they should be flexed or relaxed.

You feel that tell-tale burning, that urge that only gets stronger the more Erwin abuses your g-spot and presses against your clit.

“Shit, shit, shit—”

Erwin groans when fluid starts to trickle from you, pushes more and more out of you while quickly swiping two fingers over your clit. The sense of relief is mind-numbing. You can’t even be upset that your sheets are gonna be damp whenever you decide to sleep.

He doesn’t slow down, doesn’t lose his rhythm, just sticks his two wet fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean.

You see it now—the skill, the appeal, why the girls always come back to him. It makes sense. He’s devastatingly handsome, especially like this, all fucked out and flushed, hair out of place, lips red and swollen from biting them.

Yeah, Erwin is fucking hot.

But, that doesn’t mean he’s your type.

Pulling out, he flips you onto your stomach, and you have to stand on your tip-toes as you lean over the bed. The burn in your calves disappears almost entirely when he slides into you from behind, pelvis pressing against your ass as he curls over you, cupping your tits and tweaking your hardened nipples as he gifts you with a series of shallow thrusts. It makes you whimper and teeter forward, unable to balance and squirm at the same time. Face suddenly buried in the mattress, your cries are muffled by the blankets. Erwin’s hands travel back to your hips, rocking you back and forth on his slick cock. He’s getting a little rougher, pressing into you as deeply as he can, and the fact that you’ll be sore from this tomorrow gives you a strange sense of satisfaction.

Only way to get over someone is to get on top of someone else, right? Or, underneath in your case. Being a little more in control wouldn’t be the worst thing, though, so…

“Erwin, Erwin, fuck—Lemme ride you.”

There is no hesitation. Erwin slips out of you and throws himself onto the bed, grinning crookedly as he watches you climb over him on unsteady limbs. His patience must have worn out some time ago, because he holds his cock with one hand, using the other to line you up with it, then guides you down his length.

You have to sit still for a second, or you would like to, but Erwin is still holding your hips, and he rocks you back and forth in his lap like he knows. He probably does. He’s probably fucked enough girls to notice exactly when their eyes pop open, when they shudder and break out in goosebumps because that pressure is hitting exactly where it needs to, and yeah, he knows.

Finding it in yourself to move again, you lean over Erwin, planting your hands on the pillows by his head, then start bouncing on his cock. He hisses in a dark, appreciative way, eyes and hands immediately drawn to your chest. He sits up enough to suck one of your nipples into his mouth, licking and pinching then doing the same to the other.

He’s so good—feels so good, knows just where to touch, the exact place to bite on your neck that makes you melt, but how—how does he know that? It’s like he has a sixth sense or—

Or, he just paid attention to the bruises that Mike used to leave on the sides of your throat. That checks out.

Fuck, he used to mark you like he wanted everyone to see, especially that last night. It was almost animalistic, like he had been—marking his territory, Zeke’s voice plays in your head. It makes you frown, and you rid yourself of the thought only to replace it with the memory of Mike’s mouth on your skin, his calloused fingertips trailing down your torso, huge hands wrapping around your legs to pull you against him—

You whine, glad it sounds like a sound of desperation rather than frustration. You just want to stop thinking about him. Just an hour—if you could go a single fucking hour—

“Hey, look at me,” Erwin commands in a soft voice.

You open your eyes, still hovering over him, and expect him to say something, but instead he just reaches up to the back of your head and pulls you into a kiss.

He’s helping move you on top of him, forcing you to take his cock over and over, and like this, so close and breathing him in, you don’t even have the room to think about Mike.

Both of your bodies are damp with sweat, and Erwin’s hair is a mess, pushed from his flushed face. He bites down on your bottom lip and tugs, only letting go to ask, “Where do you want me?”

“I don’t care,” you groan, legs and arms and pussy growing sore. You’re not surprised; you’ve been going at it for a while now.

Erwin licks your lower lip as if to soothe it after biting it, tells you, “Oh, don’t give me that option. You know where I’ll pick.”

Smiling, you straighten up then move to fit your feet underneath you so you can bounce more freely. “You can come inside, dude. It feels good to me, too.”

“I really don’t know how to respond to being called ‘dude’ when I’m balls deep in a girl.”

You shrug, “Sorry not sorry,” then raise and drop yourself, feeling in charge for the first time tonight.

“Fuck—shit—”

That feeling is short lived as Erwin goes right back to using you the way he wants. You think for about half a second that he’s finally, really losing himself, but the accuracy of his finger on your clit proves that is not the case. He’s clearly having a good time, but he isn’t at that feral stage that Mike falls into sometimes.

Before you can dwell on it for too long, you hit your peak, moaning Erwin’s name, hips moving uncontrollably as you ride out your orgasm.

He’s speaking, mumbling praise or pleas or curses, you aren’t so sure, but after about another minute of fucking into you relentlessly, Erwin comes, shooting line after line inside of you until he’s spent and twitching.

With your two previous partners, this is usually when you’d fall forward and cuddle, catch your breath and enjoy the feeling of being all plugged up.

But, it’s Erwin, huffing and blinking up at the ceiling then finally stating, “That was a dumb idea.”

It makes you laugh for some reason, probably because you agree.

The sex was great. There is a reason girls talk about him on campus, about his sexual prowess or whatever, and if you weren’t too busy suffocating in your little pit of heartbreak, thinking about your best friend nonstop, you wouldn’t mind fucking Erwin again. And, again and again.

That’s not gonna happen, though. The heat of the moment is fading, every mental faculty returning to you, and despite the fact that you’re still seated on his cock, as you look down at him, you feel absolutely no spark.

He’s ridiculously attractive, pretty fucking brilliant but with a dumb sense of humor, and you love him. You really do. He’s done a lot for you over the last semester, made it at least somewhat bearable, but… This shouldn’t have happened.

Hopefully, it quelled his curiosity, though.

“I told you it would just make you feel shitty,” he mumbles, but he doesn’t look sad. Sympathetic more than anything, resigned that he’s probably going to have to pick up the pieces of another mess.

“Yeah,” you drawl. “You were right.” Your joints pop as you stand, towering over Erwin for once and leaking his fucking cum as you hop off the bed.

“It’s been known to happen from time to time,” he jokes absentmindedly, wiping a few drops of white off his stomach then reaching for the tissues on the nightstand.

You don’t feel awkward or out of place, but you have no idea what else to say. The only thing that comes to mind is, “I’m gonna take a shower,” as you walk toward the bathroom.

Erwin moves on the bed, stretching a little before grabbing his pants and leaving you to your devices, but you pause before stepping onto the tile, turn back and pace over to him.

“Hey,” you start, and Erwin glances up from the button of his khakis. “Thanks.”

He rolls his eyes, a small smile playing at his lips, and once he’s all zipped and buttoned up, he pulls you into a hug.

“I would say any time, but we probably shouldn’t do this again.”

“Yeah, probably not.”

You breathe into the space under his collarbone, humming as he gently scratches you back, then break away. “Alright, actually gonna shower now.”

Erwin nods, “You do that,” then slaps your ass as soon as you turn around.

You look at him over your shoulder with raised eyebrows, but he just winks and tells you, “I had to. Just once,” which is fair.

You run a hot shower, scrub the shit out of your skin, lather your hair with some fancy shampoo then rinse it off. Once you go through your full routine, you’re happy to change into pajamas and slip into the comfortable bed. You don’t even mind that the comforter is a little damp in various places.

* You don’t stir when the door opens and closes, but you do when the mattress dips. Shifting slightly, you assume it’s just Erwin, falling back into your usual routine by slipping under the covers with you.

As soon as he lays behind you, though, you know it isn’t Erwin. You recognize that weight, that warmth, that smell, and you are very awake very quickly.

“M-Mike?”

All he offers is a little, “Mm,” to confirm.

You chew on the inside of your cheek, confused and clueless as to what you’re supposed to do.

“Are you drunk again?”

“No. Little buzzed.”

Why is he here, then? You want to ask—What is he doing? Why isn’t he with Rhi?

You start to turn to face him but you're stopped when Mike sets a hand on your back. It's oddly firm, keeping you in place as he grunts, "No, don't."

"What?"

"Don't turn around." His voice is hushed and choppy, like he's gritting out every syllable.

"Mike?"

"I have shit I wanna say to you, and I won't be able to if you're lookin' at me."

You have no idea how to respond to that, don't know if this is going to be a positive one-sided conversation where Mike confesses deep feelings while actually sober, or if he'll just unload all the baggage you've given him. Either way, you wish you could see his face. Something about having him laying behind you, close enough to feel his body heat, has you feeling very uneasy.

But, you nod, "Okay," trying to put on a brave face that he refuses to look at.

For a while, he just breathes. You assume it’s because he’s gathering his thoughts or maybe working up the courage to say something, but the suspense is making you shiver under your blankets. You have that terrible feeling in the pit of your stomach, the mix of anticipation and regret you get on the way up to the first drop of a rollercoaster.

“Why have you been lying to me?”

And, there’s that drop.

You swallow. “I haven’t been.”

“Bullshit.”

“Mike, I haven’t been!” You try to turn again, but his large hand is still right in the middle of your back.

“Do you think I’m fucking stupid?” His fingers close around the material of your shirt. You feel it tighten at your chest, making it hard to breathe—harder to breathe. “How are you gonna tell me that right after sleeping with him?”

You open your mouth to argue, realize you can’t make a case for yourself, and when you snap your jaw shut again, the sound of your teeth clacking seems to echo in your head.

Yesterday, you would have been able to talk to him about this and be honest when telling him you weren’t fucking his best friend. Now, though…

God, that had been such a bad decision. Why hadn’t you just listened to Erwin? Why can’t you fucking listen to anyone?

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Mike mutters. His grip loosens, but you can still feel a light tug at your shirt, the movement of fingers, and you think he might be rubbing over the material he’s still holding. “Pretty sure all of us could hear you guys goin’ at it, so… Thanks for that.”

You take a deep breath in, squeezing your eyes shut because it sinks in that this is not going to be nice conversation. This isn’t going to result in the two of you apologizing and making love confessions to each other.

“I… I’m sorry.”

Now, you’re grateful for not being able to see his face. You wouldn’t be able to stand looking at him right now, not when you know his expression will be grim—probably angry.

“I can’t really do anything with sorry,” Mike sighs. His hand drops from your back, but you make no move to turn over.

Your heart is like a hummingbird’s, beating frantically in your chest as that ache rises inside of you again, making your throat constrict and your eyes burn.

“Why’d you invite Rhi tonight?” You ask, hoping your sniffle isn’t too noticeable.

“Why does it matter?”

You suppose it doesn’t, but you still want to know, “Is it to get back at me, or is it because you’re actually into her?”

Mike scoffs. “Not that it’s any of your business, but do you think I’d be in your room at three in the fucking morning if I was into her?”

It’s probably the closest he’ll get to admitting it, but it’s all you need to hear. He’s been going out of his way to hurt you. At least any pain you’ve caused him wasn’t intentional. Until tonight, that is, and even then, you didn’t fuck Erwin to hurt him; you did it to help yourself.

Pressing your tongue to the roof of your mouth, you hold back tears and mumble a thick, “Just wanted to know.”

“Want to make sure I’m still interested? That I’ll keep waiting for you to fucking realize—”

“I have—” You turn over roughly, pinning Mike’s hand under your ribs as you glare at him, but he manages to put more distance between the two of you when he yanks his arm back and sits up.

“I can’t do this anymore,” he tells you, and you think you hear his voice waver for a second.

The orange light pouring in from the bathroom is the only way you can tell his eyes are wide—worried—and it chills all the blood in your body.

“Wh-what d’you mean?”

“I mean, I can’t fucking do this anymore,” he repeats a little louder, drawing it out like it’ll help you understand. “I cannot deal with you anymore. I can’t keep feeling this way, okay?”

“Mike…”

“No,” he stops you, acts like he has something else lined up but bites his tongue and sighs. He sits cross-legged on the bed now, hangs his head as he speaks calmly, “This semester has fucking sucked. I am angry all the time. I can’t focus in class, and I can’t play lacrosse without getting in trouble, and I can’t fuck anyone else without feeling bad—I can’t fucking do anything without thinking of you, and I’m—” he looks at the wall and shakes his head. “I’m exhausted.”

“I am too,” you tell him, voice cracking as that lump in your throat grows and bubbles, pushing hot tears from your eyes that you quickly wipe away. “Mike, I am too, so can we just—”

“No,” he cuts you off again. “Whatever it is you’re about to say—move on, pretend it didn’t happen, pick up where we left off, whatever… the answer is no.”

He seems like he already has his mind made up, came into the room with a plan, and he isn’t gonna let you talk him out of it.

So, you stay as silent as you can, sniffing and swallowing and letting the comforter catch every teardrop.

“I have been… Right in front of you this whole time. I made myself completely available for a year—was at your beck and fucking call. I was—I mean—I was good to you, right?” He sounds incredulous, like he can barely believe he’s asking.

“Yeah,” you manage. “Yeah, you were.”

“Then, why…? Zeke? And, now Erwin?”

“Do you want me to try to explain, or do you just wanna rant for a while?”

Mike glances at you, looks surprised that you’d give him the option.

“Honestly, I don’t really wanna hear it. You’ve more than proved your point.”

Indignation swirls in your stomach alongside your nausea, and you press, “My point being?”

“That I’m not good enough.”

Oh, god. No, no, no. You could understand him being angry. You’re okay with him being angry, it’s fine. But, this—this feeling of inferiority? That is so much worse. It makes you sick. This is the last thing you’d ever want Mike to feel. It’s the last thing he should feel because it’s false. He has no reason—he’s too good and too kind and too warm. He’s like… He’s fucking sunshine. He can light up a room, and he doesn’t even know it.

“Mike, n-no,” your voice breaks, making you sound like a wounded animal. “You are so, so good. You are more than enough, I promise.”

He snorts in a self-deprecating manner. “Then, why—”

“Because I’m not good enough. I fucked this up. This is my fault, and I can own that as long as you know that there is absolutely no—nothing wrong with you,” the last part comes out as a squeak as you try not to hyperventilate and cry the way your body is urging you to. Not yet.

Mike nods a few times. You can see his mouth moving from the side like he’s biting his lip or sucking his teeth until he agrees, “Yeah,” then adds a quiet, “Whatever you say, babe,” that makes you want to throw up.

Mike scoots to the edge of the bed and stands. You assume he’s about to leave, let you be alone with your thoughts, so when he rounds the corner to get to your side, you sit up a little straighter.

Half of his face is illuminated, casting shadows under his eyes, highlighting the bruise on his neck that Rhi probably left, but your gaze is trained on his as he leans down to you. A finger hooks under your chin, and Mike tilts your face at an angle, kissing you so softly that it’s painful.

His lips are warm and familiar, everything you’ve been craving as they cover yours. There’s no tongue, no force, just light pressure as he inhales through his nose.

You know what this is, what he’s doing, but you can’t prepare yourself because there’s still that tiny string of hope you’re grappling for. He just needs a break. You just need to give him space. That’s all—

“I love you,” Mike murmurs. His voice is low and honest and slices you open. “I love you so fucking much it hurts, and I just—” He brushes a thumb over your lower lip as he pulls away, and it takes everything in you not to grab his hand and beg him to stay. “It’s like I hate you too.”

You pull away to wipe your face with the blanket. There’s so much you want to say but have no idea how to articulate it, so all you can do is stare at Mike with wide, watery eyes. He… hates you. He hates you.

Straightening, Mike’s expression is suddenly nonchalant, like he just flipped a switch in his brain. “I’m not exactly the social butterfly I used to be, but I wanna have fun my last semester of undergrad—make up for the time I lost fucking brooding over you, so—”

“I’ll stop going to the Pike house,” you tell him quietly. It’s easier to make the decision yourself rather than have to hear it from his mouth: Don’t come around anymore. I don’t want to see you.

“Cool. And, if you, like, see me on campus or anything—”

You cough, maybe gag, you can’t really tell at this point because wow, this just keeps getting worse.

“I won’t bother you.”

“Cool.” He bends to press another much more patronizing kiss to the crown of your head, then starts walking toward the door. “I’m just gonna try to move on, you know? Start fresh. And, you should do the same. Shouldn’t be too hard for you.”

You don’t watch him leave, just listen for the door to click shut behind him before you crawl out of bed, turn the lights on, and start packing your things.

You and Hitch drove together, but you have no doubt that she'll be able to get a ride with Nile, and with that thought, you’re out of the ranch house and on the road just as the first rays of the morning sun start shining over the horizon.

It’s surprisingly easy for Mike to slip back into his old, obnoxious persona, and the remainder of the school year is spent partying, fucking, and cramming for tests he should have studied for weeks in advance.

But, life is short, and he’s done beating himself up over stupid shit.

Most of his PKA brothers are happy to have him “back”, and the pledges get the chance to see this of him, but there are times when Mike catches Erwin or Nile shaking their heads at him. He doesn’t mind much. They can both go fuck themselves for all he cares.

True to your word, you don’t show your face around the house. There were a few weeks after the holiday get-together where Erwin would disappear for a few hours at a time and come back either tired or angry, sometimes a combination of the two.

He attempted to bring you up in a conversation a total of one time, right in the middle of a party where Mike had been eyeing up a sorority girl. He brushed his friend off, easily telling Erwin, “Don’t fuckin’ talk to me about her,” through the crooked grin he was flashing at the little blond across the room.

Erwin didn’t bother after that, obviously deeming Mike a lost cause.

Mike knows better, though. He isn’t lost anymore. In fact, he’s found himself all over again.

Every once in a while, he’ll catch a glimpse of you on campus, but whenever that happens, he just turns around and takes a different route to wherever he’s going. He doesn’t want to give you any reason to think you can talk to him—doesn’t want to give you the chance.

He’s spent too much of his time hung up on you, too much time pining and hurting, and that hasn’t disappeared entirely. Mike can still clearly remember the way you looked at him the last night the two of you spoke, the way your tears twinkled in the dim light. He remembers how strangled you sounded while speaking, remembers the way your shoulders shook as you fought your emotions, remembers the way your lips trembled against his.

It wasn’t very satisfying. Mike left the ranch house the following morning sporting a few bruises on the outside thanks to Rhi as well as a few bruises on the inside thanks to you.

That entire night had been a clusterfuck—between Maddie and Marie storming off to cry then the little stunt he pulled by inviting Rhi, it had been much too dramatic for a gathering of that size. Mike experienced a wide variety of emotions that night, but the one that stands out the most is the searing rage that threatened to burn him from the inside, the red the clouded his vision as soon as he heard you moan Erwin’s name through the wall.

Mike had already been toying with the idea of severing all ties with you, but that’s what pushed him over the edge, watching you put on your little show when Rhi walked in only to turn around and have a grand fucking time with his best friend.

It needed to happen. Mike needed to free himself of you. It feels good. Mostly. There are still some days he comes close to giving in, just picking up his phone and calling you, but he resists, and he’s better for it.

He gets through his classes, does well on his finals after actually putting in the time to prepare for them, and by the time Mike graduates, he’s already been accepted to the graduate program of his choice and has an internship lined up. The tension between him and Erwin has faded for the most part, which is great since he’s going to grad school in the same area up north. Things look… promising—something he didn’t think possible without you by his side, something he didn’t want to be possible without you by his side.

But, now, here he is, unpacking his new apartment with the help of Scout who insists on sniffing absolutely everything. He’s halfway across the country from his parents, away from all he’s ever known, and Mike couldn’t be more thrilled about it.

He can go full days without sparing you a thought now, and he hopes—he prays—that one day he’ll think of you for the last time in his life.

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Running In Circles - Chapter 1

Word Count: 3,196

Characters: Female Reader Rossi Character, Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, Jennifer “JJ”Jareau, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia, George Foyet, Multiple Unsubs and Victims

Story Description: (Y/N) Rossi is following in her father’s footsteps by joining the BAU team as a profiler. The girl genius knew almost everything but she could have never predicted falling for Aaron Hotchner, her boss and her father’s friend. in their world mutual feelings are not enough to push them together. Will all the adversities and obstacles they face pull them together or push them apart forever?

*DISCLAIMER* I do not own in any way Criminal Minds, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Jeff Davis and CBS Network. The only thing I own is Arden Rossi, any upcoming characters, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others' story line.

Chapter: 1/?

Chapter Description: (Y/N) remebers her first day in the job and recounts all the cases and events that led to the downfall of George Foyet.

A/N: I decided to say fuck the anxiety of posting and put up my Aaron fanfiction. It’s been gathering dust in my documents folder and I love writing too much to keep it to myself. I’m not sure how many chapters this will have but there’s already 8 chapters all finished up. Soon I’ll be posting ff of all the fanfictions I enjoy also! If you enjoy my writing I’ll also be posting them in AO3 and Wattpad along with other stories (I also hope to start taking requests if ya’ll want) Hope you enjoy and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

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Chapter 1

“Good morning, BAU!” I said as I walked through the doors of the elevator and entered the bullpen. I could still remember how it felt the first time I got here.

I walked out of the elevator and made my way to the first office on the left. I was to meet

SSA Aaron Hotchner for an interview to join the BAU. My hands were shaking, and my body was getting warmer by the second. But I remembered my father’s encouraging words. “You’re gonna do great, mia bella.”

Not only was I extremely young, but I also had a lot to live up to. Being the daughter of SSA David Stephen Rossi was no easy task. He was an amazing agent, mentor, and father. He always pushed me to be the best at everything I did. When I started high school, I decided to get a head start on my college studies and applied to dual enrollment. When I graduated I did so with a Bachelor’s in Computer Science. Then, I worked my way to a Master’s in Psychology and Social Work, and a Doctorate in Criminal Justice. At the same time, my father trained me as a profiler. All my life I knew I wanted to be in the FBI, just like him. I was always impressed at all he did and wanted to be just like my hero. The day I told him I had been recruited by the FBI and was set to work in the BAU he said it had been the greatest day of his life.

Now my shaking hand raised to softly knock on the door before me.

“Come in,” someone said from inside. The door softly creaked as I opened and was met by a tall man with dark hair and a shorter blonde woman. “Agent Rossi, welcome.”

“Thank you, it’s an honor to be here.” I smiled and shook Aaron Hotchner’s and Erin Strauss’ hands.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Agent Rossi,” Erin smiled. “Have to say, you have a very impressive curriculum and your disinvolvement in our past interviews and tests have been outstanding.”

I smiled and turned the bracelet on my wrist for comfort.

“I must concur with Chief Strauss,” said Hotch. “I believe you will be a great addition to the BAU team.”

After sharing a few pleasantries and being handed my badge and gun, I was following Hotch to the briefing room to meet the rest of the team. Formally, at least. I had heard everything about them when I spoke with my father. He left no detail out.

“Morning, everyone,” Hotchner started. “I called you all in early today so you could meet the newest addition to the team. This is Agent (y/n) Rossi.”

To the sound of my name most of the mouths in the room dropped.

“Rossi, as in David Rossi?” The slender, messy haired agent said. I could only assume that was Spencer Reid. As my father had described him, a curly mess dressed in vests.

I nodded.

“Rossi, you didn’t tell us you had such a beautiful daughter.” That would be Derek Morgan. The hottie Casanova with a silver tongue.

“I hadn’t?” My father questioned and smirked, knowing full well the answer.

“Well, he’s talked a lot about all of you,” I smiled.

“All good things I hope,” Emily smiled.

“Great things,” I returned the smile. “I could probably make out who is who by the things he’s told me.”

“Go ahead,” Aaron challenged.

“Alright,” I cleared my throat and started going around the table. “Curly hair, vests, analyzing everything I’ve done and said since I walked in… you’re Spencer Reid.”

He smiled brightly.

“Tall, dark, handsome, and a silver tongue. Plus, you checked me out as soon as the doors of the elevator opened… Derek Morgan.”

He smirked.

“Calm, cool, and collected. Quiet but present, inspecting my presence here… you’re Emily Prentiss.”

“She’s good,” Emily muttered to Morgan beside her. I continued.

“And last but not least, bright colors, fun accessories,” I said looking at Garcia. “Even though you’re smiling, you’re not sure about me yet because you don’t like change and are probably going to dig up everything you can on me as soon as you can… Penelope Garcia.”

She stiffened and Derek chuckled.

“Don’t worry, I get it. I do not like change that much either. And here,” I reached my hand into my bag to pull out a rather thick folder. “I’ll save you the work. Background check, complete internet history, social medias, and all the whatnots you would need to build a very extensive profile.”

“Oh, thank you,” she reached out her hand and grabbed the folder, smiling at the floor.

“And well, I already know Agent Hotchner and my father, so they don’t need much of an introduction.”

“No, but you do,” my father said joining my side. “Tell them a bit about yourself.”

“Well, I have a bachelor, two masters, and a doctorate degree: I’m 23, I’m Rossi’s daughter…” In the middle of my thought process dad cut in.

“She’s beautiful, she’s intelligent, and she’s the one I call when I’m stuck on a case.” I smiled.

“She also passed every test with flying colors,” Aaron added. “And her profiling skills are exceptional.”

“Thank you,” I blushed. “I think it runs in my blood.”

“Well, welcome to the team,” Aaron continued. “Let’s get to work.”

That was almost three years ago. A couple of days after, I met JJ who had visited with her newborn son Henry.

In very little time I had grown attached to this family. I was most of the time partnered with Spence and we developed an amazing bond. It did help that I loved playing chess and we could have highly erudite talks. Also, I very much enjoyed his over sharing of facts. But really, I was close to them all. On my spare time I was found watching movies with Derek and Penny, perusing book shops with Reid, having girl nights with JJ, Penny, and Emily, or sipping on top grade scotch while finishing paperwork with Hotch.

Spending time with Hotch was my favorite pastime of all.

I realized I had developed feelings for him the day he was captured by Foyet and left at the hospital. Receiving the call from Emily that she had found blood at his apartment literally knocked the air out of my lungs. Reid could tell that my reaction would not have been the same where it had been any of the other members. For some time, he had deduced my attraction to our unit chief. Once we had captured Patrick Meyers and Reid had been sent off to a hospital, we sped off to St. Sebastian Hospital. I could feel my heartbeat going faster and faster as I felt time slipping by. More than once I had asked Morgan to go faster and with sorry eyes, he told me he was going as fast as he could.

Seeing Hotch on a hospital bed, greatly hurt, broke me. I knew everyone on the team, just like Reid, had figured it out. I was the first one in when the doctor announced he was waking up. His eyes fluttered open as JJ, the last one to enter, made it in.

“Where am I?” He groggily asked.

“In the hospital,” dad answered.

My eyes could not leave his face, even as all I wanted was to imagine him in a different state. Derek told him how he made it to the hospital and Emily asked Hotch what had happened. Closing his eyes, Hotch explained step by step how everything had gone down. Upon more investigation, we quickly figured what Foyet had taken and, a page from his planner that held his ex-wife’s and son’s current address and a picture of them, respectively.

Once we had that information, the team knew exactly what to do. Emily and I volunteered to stay behind and update the team if anything changed. As soon as he went to sleep, we let out a locked breath. But the relief was short lived as his pulse started to get exceedingly fast.

“What happened?” The doctor asked.

“I don’t know,” I croakily muttered out. Emily put a hand on my back as I softly touched his arm.

“Agent Hotchner. Can you hear me?” The doctor called out. “Agent Hotchner?”

He finally opened his eyes and responded. “I’m okay.”

The doctor asked us out of the room as she checked on him and Emily helped stabilize my walk as we made it out. I saw the doctor and a nurse check him as I picked the skin of the thumb of my right hand. Emily noticed and grabbed it, knowing well of my nervous ticks. The other being closing my fist hard enough to dig my nails in it.

“He’ll be okay,” she smiled. “You know he’s a fighter.”

I softly smiled at her, not knowing if she said it for me or for her to believe it too.

Once we knew Haley and Jack were safe the three of us let out a relieved sigh. Hotch squeezed the hand I had been holding as he slept, needing the reassurance of a trusted presence next to him. He asked Emily about the scene at his apartment, but she could not give him definite answers. In a moment of silence, she excused herself to go buy coffee and I took this chance to ask him what had been going through my head.

“Do you wanna talk about what happened?” I asked worry evident in my eyes.

Sighing, he responded. “I don’t know. After he stabbed me the first time, it all goes blank.”

He looked straight into my eyes and I could tell he knew more than he let on, but now was not the time to push him. He had been drained: physically, emotionally, and mentally. In that moment, Haley walked in and I let go of his hand to leave them to talk. From outside of the room, I could hear the heartbreaking moment and knowing he was in pain shattered my heart. That day had absolutely devastated us as a team, but it only made us more determined to find Foyet and end him.

But life and work went on. The whole month he was off, I spent most of my free time helping in his recovery and his healing, using the little training I had in wound treatment. The other part of my time I spent with Reid, who was also in recovery. A far less pressing injury, but an injury, nonetheless. And he was my best friend, so I could not completely abandon him.

We were all worried about him coming back to the team with Foyet still out there, but dad reassured us he would only be more motivated. Yet the first case back, he was different. He was usually professional and understanding, now it seemed that no matter how well we worked, we would make a mistake. And when we finally tracked down the unsub and he made his way inside the house, no vest, and no gun, I knew there was something different in him. I tried to follow him inside, but dad stopped me.

“We have to trust him,” he told me. Even with those words we were all unsure of the outcome. My head was working 1,000 miles a minute coming up with different ways this could all end up in, and when I heard the gunshots, my mind only went to the darkest end. Quickly we stormed in the house and saw Hotch putting handcuffs on Darrin, and a very dead Jarvis on a recliner.

My father spent most of his time with me reassuring me that Hotch was still the same man he had been a month before. And I spent most of my time with Hotch reassuring him that he was not alone.

At the end of most cases Emily, dad, and I sat with Hotch in his office to drink a cup of scotch and unwind after a stressful day. I stayed nights overtime often and was there on the night that Strauss had landed a surprise visit to his office. The next day he became hyper focused on Derek’s work, which later he revealed to me the reason why. The bureau was questioning his leadership and he meant to step down as unit chief at the end of that week. This ended with Derek becoming active unit chief whilst Hotch was being investigated.

The days that followed were quite strange. We were used to taking orders from Hotch and now taking orders from Morgan was completely different. But business went on as usual. We worked on cases just as hard and solved them just as efficiently. With one case always hanging on us like a dark cloud. George Foyet. With every case we finished we knew he was still out there, which meant that Hotch was still hurting and hunting.

But the dreaded day had caught up to us. With the last case we had been on in Hampton we knew Foyet had found Hotch. He was taunting Hotch, dangling his life in front of him. Once he had sent us that calling card, we pressed harder on our investigation, pulling at whatever string we could find.

Thankfully, JJ pulled our medication string harder when she found out about the ability to substitute prescriptions with over-the-counter meds. We worked tirelessly and strongly to shorten the investigation part of this case. We needed to catch him, fast.

“Wait a minute, guys. Foyet likes things that have meaning to him,” I said looking at the map presented in front of us. I could see that Reid knew where I was going.

“The eye of providence, the addresses in blood he wrote on the bus that led back to him,” Spence added, and I nodded.

“Maybe he’s doing the same with his name,” I said as Reid wrote down George Foyet on the board.

“Like an anagram or something,” Emily chimed. Quickly, Reid got to work on the theory crossing out and circling letters. Adding ‘The Reaper’ onto the board and utilizing it, once Hotch had pointed out Foyet gave himself that name. He kept up this process until the name Peter Rhea came to existence.

Garcia tracked down the name and quickly found an address in Arlington. We had found him, but it was just too easy.

We were waiting outside of the apartment building for too long, waiting for something, anything. Once Morgan had given his orders, the plan was set in motion. Still, something in the back of my mind kept telling me it was too easy. We stormed the empty apartment and searched for anything that would help us find his actual location. His computer was quickly deleting files, but Garcia was better. Haley’s protection unit was in trouble.

As soon as it clicked, we were on our way to the stash house. Inside the house Marshal Sam Kassmeyer was hurt, losing blood quickly. With the little he was able to tell us we knew that Haley and Jack were in danger. Sam had not told Foyet anything, but George was smart, unfortunately. He had disguised himself as a Marshal and lied to Haley to get her where he needed her. Only him had communication with her. Everyone was on edge wanting nothing more than to find this man.

In the office we heard Hotch’s conversation with Foyet. He was working hard to buy some time for us to find him but knowing George he already had a plan set in motion. He had eyes on the pair, he was with them. I could only imagine what Hotch was going through.

“Alright, Foyet has to be in control,” Derek said, breaking me out of my thoughts. “He had Haley come to him.”

“Yeah, but where would he take her?” Spencer asked. We all started thinking and speculating. There was something in the call that told Hotch where to go. That was the key.

“Reid, what did he say, exactly?” I emphasized on the last word.

“Haley’s hair looks good dark. She’s lost some weight. It must be because of all the stress you caused her. Where’s the little man? Oh, there he is now. Do you think he likes Captain America because of you? That’s your wife on the other line. Hold, please. Hi. Open the gate and I’ll drive in.” Spencer recited in a monotone voice.

“Open the gate?” My father questioned.

“It would be someplace with the biggest emotional impact for Hotch,” I said looking down to organize my thoughts.

“And Haley has access to the gate,” Derek added, and it clicked.

“Their house,” I said. “Where they lived together.”

“Of course,” Emily said. “Foyet planned this all the way to the end. It’s everything to him.”

“He wants to take over Hotch’s house, to be in control, to prove his dominance,” I finished. We knew where he was going, and I was sure Hotch knew too and was already on his way.

On the way, Hotch got a call from Foyet’s phone. It was Hayley. I heard the emotion grabbing him by the throat. We could hear the whole conversation and my heart broke when he asked Hayley the magic words.

“Tell Jack that I need him working on the case,” Hotch breathed out. One drunken night he had told me about how he had found Jack inside a storage bench in his office after he had knocked on it. The smiling kid had told his father that he was working the case with Hotch. Hotch knew what was going to happen and so did I. This was the best chance Jack had at survival.

When Hotch told Jack to hug his mom and he said I love you, I let out a loud sob and Emily grabbed my hand tightly for support. But I was not the one that need the care. Hotch did. Haley’s words would forever be engraved in my head, and in the heads of our friends.

Three gunshots rang through the line right before it cut. Then I could not hold back the tears. I knew. I just knew.

Hotch was the first one on the scene and all I thought of was that he did not have a vest or any backup, so god knows what could have happened. For the second time in a matter of months all I could ask for was that Morgan drove faster.

At the house, Morgan was the first one in and the scene that unfolded in front of us was heartbreaking. Hotch was hitting Foyet over and over, and Derek had to hold him back. He was dead. I surveyed the scene and instinctively went to Hotch’s office, Hotch following close behind. Jack had to be there. I let Hotch walk past me and watched as relief overtook him when he lifted the lid.

“I work the case, daddy,” Jack said. Unbeknownst to everything that had happened. “Just like you said.”

“You did a great job buddy,” Hotch lifted his son out of the bench.

“What happened to you, daddy?”

“I’m okay. I want you to go outside with Ms. Jareau. Ok?” The child walked to JJ and she took him out in her arms.

And Hotch let go. He silently cried and I helped him make his way to where Haley laid. I stood by the door and turned away a police officer. Morgan stood up and squeezed my shoulder as he left the room behind the officer. I stayed outside of the doorframe, listening to the sobs of a strong man.

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