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normanbateswife · 1 year

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Never Any Other Option

Philip Graves x fem!reader

Warnings: mw2 spoilers, canon level violence, smut (it isn't a major plot point but it's there), graves being an asshole

It started slow. Much slower than Graves would’ve liked, that’s for sure. He had his eyes on you the moment he saw you and they sure as hell never left, not through the entire briefing. His eyes battled with everyone else in the cramped room to meet yours and you never once looked up.

He admired your strength. It reminded him of him.

He barely heard the resolution to the brief and made a mental note to reconvene with someone who was actually listening before he went out into the field. You left the room quickly but that didn’t stop him. Graves looped around the hallway till he met up with you at the stairs.

“Yes Commander?” you asked under your breath, glancing up at him as you opened the door. He held it for you and then followed so that he was walking beside you.

“Have you thought about that dinner?” he questioned. You side eyed him and tried not to show any emotions. You refused to be one of the girls he slept with in a coat closet and left behind. Dinner could be a step forward. You just weren’t sure if you could resist that charming side smile much longer.

“I’ve thought about the mission we’re meant to leave for tomorrow morning. Have you thought about that?” you asked. He blew a sharp breath out of his nose and shrugged.

“Enough.”

“You get to be in the confines of a helicopter. I have to be out there. You got it easy this time Graves.”

“I’ll cover you from the sky. Everyone else will be jealous.”

“If you don’t help, everyone else will be dead.”

“They can handle themselves.”

“So can I.” He skipped so that he stood in front of you, not letting you walk past him. You halted. There was no point in making an attempt to exit the conversation. Plus. You didn’t really want to. It was an easy part of your day, flirting back and forth with the Shadows Commander, stringing him along and pulling him back.

“One dinner. Then you can go back to thinking we wouldn’t be fantastic together.”

“Philip,” you crossed your arms.

“One.”

You clenched your teeth together, narrowing your look at him. He waited in anticipation, eyes wide open. You let out a breath of finality, guised as annoyance.

“One. Just cause we might die tomorrow.”

He smiled brightly, clapping his hands together in triumph. He pointed at you, not quite sure what he was doing with his hands anymore.

“Fantastic. I’ll pick you up at 8? I’ll text you. I won’t keep you out later because of work, no worries.” He looked up and moved his tongue around in his mouth. “No later than you want me to, that is.”

“Don’t you make me regret this Philip.”

“I would never sweetheart.”

Thus started the on again off again relationship you had with Philip Graves. You were not often in the same place at the same time which left some things to be desired. But everytime you came back it was a free for all. It was like neither of you had left.

You unclenched your jaw as you exited the helicopter, keenly aware of the cold nipping at your sides. You were eager to go inside and wind down for the night. It had been a long couple of days and you weren’t exactly happy to go back the next day. For right now you would enjoy a nice long shower and sleep the day away. You were anxious to scrub the day from your body.

“Heading to bed already?” Price asked as he caught up to you. You nodded, stretching your neck to the side. You had an endless amount of knots in your back.

“What do you mean already? It’s 9:30 Captain,” you joked dryly.

“You didn’t used to be a lightweight,” he said with a small knowing smile. You rolled your eyes. Your work alongside John Price and his friends could go back years. You were used to the men that had lived long enough for you to remember.

“And you used to only smoke once a day. You’ll get cancer Price.”

“If cancer takes me out after all those shots at me, I deserve to go.” You nudged him and gave him a nod as you split ways. You walked up the stairs to your small room. You would’ve gone home to your apartment if you had the time but right now the dorm like space would have to do. You needed sleep more than you needed comfortability.

You opened up the door and were already sliding off your shoes when you saw Graves sitting at your desk. You had no idea he was back. You thought he and his team were half way across the world at this point but you supposed no one owed you the information of where they would end up. He looked up at the sound of the door opening.

“Graves,” you hummed with a pleasant smile.

You weren’t sure when looking at him had started to bring a kind of comfort. You were so used to a sense of instability. When had he started to feel stable? “What are you doing?” you asked softly.

He stood up, an uncharacteristic gentle look on his face. For a moment you worried that someone had died. He only ever gave you that look in the middle of the night when your faces were even against the pillows and tracing each other's features. At a time where the world was asleep and no one but you could catch him with his guard down. But instead of saying anything he closed the gap between the two of you.

Your breath caught but he gave you his.

His hands held your sides, effectively taking the weight of the day into his palms. He was still wearing his clothes from combat. What had happened to him? What was the emotion bleeding into your lips? Even as you started to move back he pushed his face forward needily. He bit your lip. It felt like he drew blood but you didn’t mind, blinded by the haze of his eyes being so close.

“What happened to you?” you breathed, hand flat on his chest.

“Long fuckin day,” he muttered. You dragged your hand up to his chest and brushed hair out of his face. “Missed your face.”

“Mmm that sounds vaguely romantic of you Commander,” you mused with a sly smile. He rolled his eyes.

“Don’t push it.”

“I’m not pushing anything. I was gonna take a shower. You look sweaty, wanna join me?” He breathed out a long sigh of relaxation at the mere thought.

“Yes ma’am.”

“You got clothes to sleep in here?” you questioned starting to walk towards the bathroom. His hand let go of your waist only to hold your pointer finger as you walked away from him.

“When have I ever needed clothes in here darlin '?” You looked back at him with a pointed look but couldn’t deny the pretty look in his eyes as you pushed open the door with your free hand.

You didn’t speak as you turned on the water too hot. He started to remove his layers. The bathroom was tight enough with one person so there was no avoiding bumping into each other silently, soft grunts filling the room as you landed on just undressing each other.

His lips found yours again. Familiar. Almost as warm as the water you were pushed into. You were pressed against each other, your only stability a hand on the steamy glass wall between you and the rest of the bathroom. The routine of your bodies was something you had never thought about till that moment. You lazily realized that you knew his moves now. You knew his calloused hands and the bump of his scars and the feeling of him sliding inside of you.

He was sloppy, as usual, but slow. He was allowing some sort of feeling to meld between the two of you in the heat of the shower. You held him close and he had no denial of burying his head into your shoulder as he stroked in and out of you. When he resurfaced from your skin he kissed you lazily.

But it was the look in his eyes when he pulled away that made you realize it.

He was in love.

You kissed him again before he could take back his silent words, allowing yourself to melt into him like the water was washing you both away.

“Who’s in the sky?” you questioned, looking up at the helicopter trailing your group.

“Shadows,” Ghost said evenly. You glanced up. Graves. You suppressed a smile. You never got to be in the field together. Sure you had three of the best in the business surrounding you but knowing your Graves had your six made you feel almost at ease. Almost.

“It’s good to see you guys,” Graves said into your earpiece.

“Likewise mate,” Ghost said.

You were trailed all the way through till you were able to get extraction and Hassan. You were escorted back to base by the helicopter in the sky. Hassan remained masked and quiet throughout the drive. You were just trying to ignore the fact that you would get to actually see Philip in person. It had only been a couple of weeks, nothing either of you hadn’t lived without before. But if had started to move towards more serious categories. He was starting to talk about babies during pillowtalk. Retirement one day. A home instead of an apartment.

You parked before they landed. You led Hassan back with Ghost and Alejandro but left when they had him set up in the middle of some field. You waited at the edge of the field as the helicopter landed.

The ramp lowered and the shadows started to exit. You could see Philip amongst the faces and didn’t miss his smirk as he caught sight of you. He walked directly for you, one hand in his pocket. You raised an eyebrow.

“Well?” he asked.

“Well what?”

“No thank you? No ‘my hero’?” You laughed, genuine laughter and he returned it with some of his own.

“It was some fantastic air support. You heard Ghost.”

“Ghost doesn’t have a sweet as silk voice like you,” he teased.

“I don’t know, Ghost’s voice is pretty good…” you joked. He rolled his eyes and looked back at the Shadows passing him into base. You leaned against the wall and followed his gaze. He was waiting until everyone went inside. You didn’t mind. You just wished you could kiss him now. The scruff of adrenaline hadn’t left him.

“Thank you for your help Graves.”

“You mad at me?”

“Huh?”

“It’s like saying my middle name when you say my last name.” You rolled your eyes. “I prefer Philip. Or Commander works too.” You scoffed and finally the last of the Shadows seemed to have trickled away so that you could stand up straight to get in his face.

“I’m not mad Commander. Thank you for your help.”

“Atta girl.”

He dipped his head and kissed you, taking your breath away as he did everytime. He held your chin between his thumb and pointer finger as he pulled away.

“You sleepin with me tonight?”

“As in fucking you or sleeping in your bed?”

“Both,” he said plainly. You grinned, unable to hide the butterflies that blossomed in your stomach. You had missed him.

“There was never any other option Commander.” He kissed your forehead, lips lingering for a moment.

“Let’s go beat the shit out of Hassan.”

“I don’t think you can legally do that.”

“When have you ever cared about legality?”

“Aren’t we legality?”

You were already working within the 141 Task Force when you started to work with Graves more on the missions to obtain Hassan and the American missiles from the enemies. You had worked with Ghost countless times before and you were starting to enjoy your time with this Soap kid. Not to mention you and Alejandro got along swimmingly. Price always knew how to pick em.

You were on the boat with Ghost that held the missile and you were there when Soap and Graves changed course of the missile. It wasn’t an easy one and you weren’t envious of Soap who was in front of the missile controls.

Graves had stood in front of you almost the whole night. It made you wonder at what point he started to truly believe you were his to protect, like you couldn’t handle yourself. You had to get back to Alejandro’s base before you could question him about it though.

You took a helicopter back onto the ground and then piled into two cars. You and Philip forced the others in the task force into one as you took one with just a driver. You shut the window between the front seat and the back ones as you relaxed back into the seat, still soaked from the rain and bleeding in various places.

You turned your head to look at him. He had his hand on your knee.

“You sleeping with me tonight?” you questioned lazily. He looked over at you with a gentle smile.

“There was never any other option,” he said gravely, dipping his head. You laughed a bit and grabbed his hand that was resting on you. You rubbed his gloved skin.

“You know I can handle myself out there,” you muttered. “You don’t need to protect me.” He looked over at you, silently. He chewed on that for a moment.

“I want to.”

“That’s very sweet but I don’t need you doing both of our jobs Philip.” He scooted closer to you so that your shoulders were touching. You watched him carefully.

“I like to.”

“What are they paying me for then?”

“To look pretty and stay alive,” he said dryly. You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“Alright Philip.” You brought his hand up to your lips and kissed him. The road bumped underneath of you, making you both jolt around the car.

He looked at you with solemn eyes that you didn’t catch. He had never quite had someone like you. Someone he liked. Someone he…

“I love you,” he whispered, barely audible. You looked back up to his eyes again.

“Huh?” He leaned forward and kissed you feverishly like you were going to die in the next moment. You were taken about by his ferocity but countered it easily after a moment.

“I love you,” he repeated against your lips before diving in again. You smiled into the kiss.

“Never thought I’d hear those words Commander,” you mused.

“Yeah, well listen and weep.” You giggled.

“I think it’s read and weep.”

“Whatever.” He was peppering kisses against your jaw. You grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you.

“I love you too.” He let out a breath.

“Good.” You laughed heartily as the car stopped. He looked towards the window and picked up his gun.

Still laughing, you spoke, “Are we not on base? Whatcha need your gun for Philip?”

“Don’t worry about it baby. Stay in the car.”

“I love you,” you said, relishing in the words, “but no.” You opened up your door and noted you were parked outside. You hadn’t pulled in. The guys got out of the car behind you.

“What’s that face?” Soap asked you.

“Nothin.” He narrowed his eyes at you but Alejandro spoke before he could.

“What’s this?”

“This is the immediate future,” Philip said on the other side of the car. You circled around so you were standing beside Soap. “Darlin get back in the car,” he said pointedly. You furrowed your brows.

“What?” you asked.

“Y/L/N,” he said sharply.

“Graves,” you said back. “What’s this about?” He let out a sigh, closing his eyes for a moment and then turned around to the men standing behind him.

“Take her gently.” “What?” Soap asked, stepping forward.

“Step away from the gate,” Graves said.

“What?!” Soap said louder.

“You heard me.”

“You’re crazy. This is my base,” Alejandro said, gesturing with his hands.

“It’s not a base. This is a sizable covert facility and I admire it - so I’m takin it.” He said it so calmly. It was like a moment ago he wasn’t confessing his love for you in the back of the car he was standing beside.

Your smile had fallen as you attempted to process what was going on.

“You boys have been relieved. Thank you for your service.”

“No no no. I don’t take orders from you,” Alejandro argued.

“Didn’t Valeria say that? Now that makes me wonder what else I don’t know about your affiliation with a drug lord?”

“Graves!” you said sternly, Alejandro speaking over you.

“What the fuck did you just say to me pendejo…” Soap grabbed his arm.

“You’re out of line,” you said, eyeing Graves. Soap approached him.

“Don’t do that. Don’t. No one needs to get hurt here,” he promised, pointing to you and to Soap.

“Are you threatening us?” Ghost asked from somewhere behind you.

“Soldier, I don't make threats. I make guarantees. So let's not do this.” You couldn’t wrap your head around it. What the fuck was going on?

“I’m calling Shepherd,” Soap said, speaking your thoughts.

“General Shepherd sends his regards. He told me y’all wouldn’t take this well.”

“He knows about this?” Ghost questioned.

“He put me in command of this operation from here on out. So y’all need to stand down, it’s time to let the pros finish this.” You scoffed, catching the eyes of the other guys who were looking around, catching on much faster than you were. “And why the hell are we talking like this is some kind of negotiation? It’s not. I’ve got my orders and now you have yours.”

“And who the fuck do you think you are carbon?” Alejandro asked. “My men are inside!”

“I’m afraid not.” You set your jaw. “Your men have been…detained.”

Alejandro pushed forward, cursing and was immediately stopped by the guards beside Graves. You weren’t prepared for this kind of fight. You were so caught off guard you barely had time to move away from a gunshot.

“I said gently!” Philip yelled. He rushed forward, knocking Alejandro out with his gun. He had grazed Soap from the sound of it and Ghost was nowhere to be seen. He turned the corner to get Soap but he had scampered away. You started to back away, tripping over your feet. Some other men were looking for Ghost.

“Philip what the fuck!”

“I’m following orders,” he promised. “You were supposed to stay in the car!” You scoffed sliding away as he walked closer.

“Graves you’re fucking shooting our friends!”

“They’re just soldiers, they aren’t friends.”

“Then aren't I just a soldier?!” you asked angrily.

“No-” he shook his head quickly, “no but they-”

“You’re helping the enemy?”

“I’m following-”

“Orders?! Yeah I fucking heard!” You finally got back up onto your feet and had reached the edge of the driveway. You breathed heavily as he walked forward.

“Let me explain.”

“You shot Soap! What the fuck is happening to Alejandro?! Where the fuck is Ghost?!” You took a breath. “I loved you!”

He paused. He was pointing a gun at you still. You never thought you would be on the end of Philip Graves' gun.

“They’re all a liability.”

“And me?”

“I could’ve saved you.” You scoffed, shaking your head.

“Did you love me?”

“Of course I do. Please just let me-”

“I don’t know what to believe anymore. Which of your faces am I staring at Graves?”

"There was no other options."

You didn’t recognize the look that was staring back at you. It was supposedly a jaw you knew well with a scar you had traced before falling into slumber and eyes you had seen above you countless times.

You didn’t recognize the look in his eyes.

He scared you.

You gripped a knife that was at your side and tossed it blindly at him. It hit its mark in his leg and he screamed as you fell over the edge of the railing and rolled down the shrubbery until you landed somewhere hard and dark. You looked up at the sky, the gunshots muffled. It was a dark night.

You allowed yourself to heave an angry cry into the stars. You wouldn’t be sleeping in the familiar comfortable bed tonight.

You picked yourself up and forced yourself to walk away, hopefully towards Soap or Ghost. Tears pricked at your eyes as you did so.

#shout out to izzy fr #its giving no time to die by billie eilish #or casual by chappell roan there in the beginning #philip graves x reader #graves x reader #philip graves x fem!reader #call of duty imagines #call of duty fanfiction

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emptiiwatertank · 1 year

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Promise?

(THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING A FIC SO SORRY IF ITS SHIT ANYWAYS TEEHEE ENJOY) word count: 1196

<S-Stanley…?> The Narrator spoke as he watched Stanley stand in front of the two doors.

The two had a rather heated argument beforehand about the Parable and how the two were stuck in it. Stanley could not understand how despite The Narrator creating the whole thing he can’t release Stanley from it. Why the two couldn’t be released from it. Honestly it's the whole concept Stanley couldn’t stand but in the end could you really blame him? Stuck in an endless loop of playing the game over and over again, having to wake up everyday to the same dark office and walking through the same halls and reliving every ending over and over and over and over and over and o-

<Stanly please you know how I feel about this.> His voice sterner yet had a slight quiver in it, his anxiety rising at the thought that it’s the skip button ending. That Stanley had somehow managed to access the skip button and was just standing there as the Narrator watched, not being able to do anything. Stanley did get used to standing in place and letting his mind adrift to some place else maybe wondering what ending he should do next or if he should see what The Narrator could summon at will. Anything to keep his face straight and his body unmoving. <Stanley believe me if I had found a way to get us out of here I would’ve done it dozens of resets ago.>......silence. Not a thought, facial expression, or body movement that The Narrator could recognise from his beloved Stanley. Then the thought hit him, though it had lingered for the short time that past The Narrator couldn’t handle the thought.

He begged and he shrieked.

Voicing out how much he searched and scoured every corner of whatever place he was for a possibility, even a small chance, that he could set them free. That he could free them of this cycle of hell that they’ve been living in for however long. How he could return Stanley to whatever life he had before this, if he had one. Or rather just a way to end it all, let their spirits be renewed into something more wonderful than a cycle of seeing the same walls and desks and staircases.

Nothing

Not a twitch or a blink.

A small twinge of regret overcame Stanley but this was the closest he was getting to revenge on The Narrator. He was omnipotent, he could change the room Stanley was in at any given moment. He could move him to other areas against his will and lead Stanley where the only way he could escape was killing himself. The Narrator had voiced out how he regrets making that ending because at the time he didn’t understand admiration or love. Adoration for one’s creation or even loving someone even though the two were stuck together, there was a mutual understanding between the two that they both understood and respected.

And this was a way to put it all on the line.

Because in the end The Narrator should have some power to free them right?

To put an end to all this.

Stanley stood there, wallowing in regret, worried somewhat if he took it too far. If his Narrator muted or stepped away from the microphone to come back later and checked if Stanley moved or not. His mind wandered to where his Narrator wandered off to this time, keeping his thoughts low so the other wouldn’t notice. Deep in his thoughts he almost jumped and broke character when he felt a warm embrace coming from behind.

A hug…

The arms that wrapped around Stanley grew tighter and he felt a head slump on his shoulder, slowly going into the crook of his neck. He could feel the figure shake, tears flowing down its cheeks as it held Stanley tighter.

And then it spoke.

“Please Stanley…..”

The Narrator.

His voice, emitting from the figure that held him like he was gonna lose him at any second.

“I’ve tried everything.” He croaked, sounding like he hasn't slept in days, his form shaking more as he clenched onto the dress shirt Stanley always sported.

“I can’t free us……I can’t free you…Forgive me.. Please” The Narrator was getting desperate for a response from Stanley. Though he hated the idea of human touch or feelings he knew touch was something his Protagonist needed. As for emotion? The Narrator simply had too much of it and needed to let it all out. For Stanley.

His body shaked and trembled as his sobs got louder, his hold on Stanley though overwhelming him keeping him grounded so he didn't disappear back into his office. He hid his face deeper into the crook of the other’s neck and sobbed hoping, praying that he says or moves or anything to indicate that he’s still with them.

Then he felt the figure he held so dearly turn to put him in an embrace of his own. One arm wrapped itself around the narrator's frame while the other hand found its way to his hair. The two sat on the floor slowly, giving rest to Stanley’s legs, their embrace never ending.

The Narrator held him tighter and chuckled, his voice still hoarse from the crying, “You asshole” he sniffled. Stanley chuckled [I’m sorry.] “No no it’s fine, I deserved it anyway”.

There was some truth to those words but that didn’t stop the pang of guilt in Stanley’s heart. He had found the way to wreck his Narrator emotionally. His Achilles Heel. And it was Stanley.

“Just-” The Narrator started, the quiver in his voice still there, “Promise never to do that again”. Stanley nodded but leaned his head back as The Narrator lifted his head to look at Stanley, the two eyes meeting. It was then Stanley felt a part of him shatter and break, the sight of dark circles that surrounded The Narrator’s eyes that made the yellow pupils glow more. A yellow tint on his cheeks that blended with the tear tracks that started from his eyes. This was one of the few times he saw The Narrator as human, though he’s seen laughter and annoyance, this was genuine.

“You promise?” he looked at Stanley, looking for an answer in the dark brown eyes of the other, his eyebrows furrowing trying to make himself look more serious instead of the desperate whimpering man that Stanley looked beneath him. He dragged his arms from their embrace and signed to The Narrator, [I promise], a soft smile meeting his lips as he looked at The Narrator trying to reassure him. The Narrator returned a softer smile, his cheeks glowing a brighter yellow as he looked at Stanley, which in turn made Stanley’s cheeks go a light shade of pink.

“Very good.”

#the stanley parable #tsp #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #tspud #the narrator #stanley #stannarrator #tspud the narrator #tspud stanley #fic #fanfic #im crying i will never look back at this every again goodnight

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skaruresonic · 3 days

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I do think there have been some instances in the games where Shadow's antagonism towards Sonic was pretty OOC

In general Shadow will fight out of a necessity for whatever goal he's trying to accomplish. Flexing his skill, I'd say, is actually a distant second reason. Yes he likes to brag about being the Ultimate Life Form but you don't see him picking fights left and right just to prove his point, it's usually something that he does as he's also doing his job. He tends to put his pragmatism before his pride, even in SA2 upon encountering Sonic in the forest he goes "that blue hedgehog again of all places!" because, as much as he'd like to put him in the ground, there are more important things to do at the moment

In SA2 he had perfectly good reasons to try and duke it out with Sonic. Same thing for Battle but do notice how he first asked Sonic to hand Emerl over to him. If trying to prove his strength through force were so high in his list of priorities he would've jumped Sonic no questions asked

Heroes is where it gets forced, as is the case for most Team battles. He picks a fight against Sonic for literally no good reason. He doesn't remember Sonic at this point, hasn't seen his abilities yet, he only seems to act like a dick towards him because he...looks kinda like him. Which isn't how it worked in SA2, where he was just there admiring his new Emerald, not even bothering to notice Sonic until the letter tried to attack him and called him a fake, which prompted Shadow to start toying with him

Gens is probably the worst example because not only does he not have a solid reason for attacking Sonic, it's an actually stupid thing for him to do: as he says, he doesn't know where or why he's suddenly been thrusted into an endless white void, yet instead of asking Sonic, the literal first person he's met in that place, these question he tries to kill him. Shadow may be a dick but he's not supposed to be stupid, he's shown himself willing to put aside his pride and dislike for Sonic if the situation called for it, otherwise he would've started to fight with him during the climax of SA2 because "I'm gonna keep my promise to Maria on my own" or something, and he never would've cooperated with the Resistence in Forces

Flexing his skill, I'd say, is actually a distant second reason.

He does it a little too frequently for it to be portrayed as a "distant" second reason, don't you think?

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Yes he likes to brag about being the Ultimate Life Form but you don't see him picking fights left and right just to prove his point, it's usually something that he does as he's also doing his job.

I mean. If the flexing and pragmatism get bundled together, does the distinction really matter?

And like, the reason he got knocked out in Battle is because he refused to stop fighting even when the Chaos Gammas were getting the better of him. Not to mention the ending of his story entails making you fight everyone else before fighting him last in order to prove who is truly the strongest.

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In SA2 he had perfectly good reasons to try and duke it out with Sonic. Same thing for Battle but do notice how he first asked Sonic to hand Emerl over to him.

I hate to keep using this reaction image but I'm really "ehhh" about all this

Shadow was the instigator in SA2, even if he didn't exactly draw first blood, by virtue of committing the crime and evading capture. He could have simply bounced after his first encounter with Sonic. You'd think if he were more concerned about avoiding military detection, he wouldn't waste time introducing himself to the fall guy. There really was no reason for him to stick around for as long as he had.

Granted, you could argue he was distracting Sonic for long enough for the military to show up and arrest him. Which, fair enough.

Furthermore, the choice to hand over Emerl is a false choice. Selecting yes or no loops back around to the same route of Sonic refusing and Shadow deciding to fight you anyway. The lack of choice implicitly tells the player that Shadow really wants Emerl and will steamroll you if he doesn't get his way.

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Which isn't how it worked in SA2, where he was just there admiring his new Emerald, not even bothering to notice Sonic until the letter tried to attack him and called him a fake, which prompted Shadow to start toying with him

Yes, Sonic rushed him, but it's not like Shadow didn't take advantage of the situation to wow him via a demonstration of Chaos Control. He could have dipped at any time but chose not to because he found Sonic's confusion amusing.

This is why I say people tend to overstate his pragmatism as a driving force of his personality. Just because Shadow is usually pragmatic doesn't mean he necessarily takes the most pragmatic option every time. He's capable of being a little Extra just for the hell of it.

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** Doesn't know and doesn't care.

Idk man, I don't think everything Shadow says and does has to revolve around Strictly Solving the Plot just because he's laser-focused on his goals? That's kind of bordering on reducing him to a plot device.

Plus, if we're going to judge him by those standards, then Silver must be equally "stupid" for challenging Sonic in his respective race battle.

The game heavily implies the characters are frozen in whatever pocket of time they got sucked into until Sonic unfreezes them, so it's not that much of a stretch to think maybe Shadow assumed he was racing Sonic back on the ARK.

#asks

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rejectshumanity · 11 months

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in DIO’s warped perception, jonathan never truly died.

it’s both contradictory and nonsensical, but to him, two things are equally true:

that he, the almighty and powerful DIO, overcame his greatest enemy on his path to achieving godhood;

that jonathan lives on within him in more ways than one: as his new body (the strength and power of which DIO will freely admit to having coveted, and takes immense pride in using as his own now); and as what i can only describe as DIO’s hallucination of jonathan’s ongoing presence, born of the endless decades he spent in complete isolation and extreme sensory deprivation.

i’ll start by saying that although dio professed to hate jonathan throughout the seven years they were raised together, deep down, i don’t believe that he actually wanted to kill him. at the very least, dio didn’t want to watch jonathan die, or have to kill him himself. he deeply resented jonathan for a number of reasons i won’t get into now (that warrants a whole post of its own), but even as he plotted to kill his adoptive father and usurp his brother as the favored heir, he had no intentions of killing jonathan until jonathan caught on to his scheme.

while dio is wreaking havoc as a vampire, he is reluctant to deal with jonathan directly, handing the job off to tarkus and bruford and remarking “there’s nothing to see” before leaving in the middle of the fight — and when jonathan makes it out of those fights alive and confronts dio in the castle, dio confesses that he will get no pleasure from taking jonathan’s life himself.

jonathan occupied a unique position in dio’s life, being the ultimate foil to dio in every conceivable way. although dio describes him variously as a “pampered, spoiled, oafish brat,” jonathan is truly kindhearted and chivalrous; qualities which dio scorns as weak, but which jonathan leans into and draws upon heavily for his strength.

dio loathed his brother for his born privilege and his perceived weaknesses, and envied the happiness that jonathan enjoyed in his comparatively idyllic, carefree life — so he drew his own sense of power and happiness from stomping all over jonathan’s. he endeavored to separate himself emotionally from the joestars, never wanting himself to think of these people as his actual family (all while later having to “make nice” with jonathan and calling george "father"….constantly lying to both the joestars and to himself).

but despite everything that happened between them, despite his best efforts to avoid forming attachments, they were raised together as brothers all the same. by this point, nobody knows dio better than jonathan. and as jonathan managed to evade his minions and outsmart his attacks to defeat him time after time after time, dio’s resentment evolved into twisted, genuine admiration.

by the end of phantom blood, dio is at his lowliest state, and he is unable (or unwilling) to lie to himself anymore. he doesn't hate jonathan. he still doesn't want to “kill” jonathan — he wants to become one with jonathan. in his infinite narcissism, he reconciles his respect and admiration of jonathan’s resilience with the wills of fate itself: that it’s his destiny to live on in the body of a perfect being, the only body that's worthy of him.

i say all of this to illustrate the state of mind that dio was in when jonathan’s final act caused the ship to explode. up until the moment of his death, he continued to defy dio — and in fighting to the bitter end, dio’s newfound respect for his brother solidified, even as he damned them both to a watery grave.

using the last of his strength, dio dragged jonathan’s mangled corpse to the safety of his coffin, and removed the head from the body to attach his own. and from then on, jonathan’s body became dio’s only source of energy, nourishment, and companionship for over a century.

in the total absence of stimulation, with nothing to occupy his mind but endless thought loops that blended seamlessly into his fever dreams, it wasn’t long before dio began hallucinating jonathan’s voice inside his head.

(i want to emphasize that this isn’t a split personality, or whatever doppio/diavolo have going on. dio understands and acknowledges that jonathan joestar is physically dead, just as a child acknowledges their imaginary friend doesn’t physically exist. yet, his hallucinations of jonathan’s voice are as real and as vivid to dio as a child’s imaginary friend appears to them.)

at first, dio could almost convince himself he was being haunted, or that he was in hell after all. jonathan’s voice would bemoan the fate of himself and his family, and castigate dio ruthlessly for his inborn wickedness. yet his was the voice that dio consistently heard the most. and as cruel as it was, it was his only reprieve from deafening silence — and so he talked back to it. he argued, laughed, cried, and pleaded, until at some point, he and his brother finally set their differences aside and came to an understanding in light of their situation. after all that, jonathan's voice still remained a constant inside dio's head, always willing to indulge him in conversation.

years after he was freed and well into his stardust crusaders era, DIO still holds one-sided conversations with jonathan’s skull. he talks to it like it’s his living, breathing brother, reminiscing endlessly on the “good old days” of their shared childhood, and justifying his actions to jonathan’s imagined outrage.

at other times, he does not talk to it, but plays with it — turning it over endlessly in his hands, alternating between caressing the smooth bone with his palms and tapping his fingernails noisily against the crown. these self-soothing behaviors are carryovers from his confinement, from when the only sensory input he had was to touch his brother’s head as it slowly decomposed.

psychological damage aside, DIO has never held jonathan in higher regard than he does now. but lest his admiration be taken as an admission of inadequacy, a key aspect to DIO’s psychology is his belief that he, DIO, bested jonathan to come out on top — finally achieving his goal of “living gorgeously” in the body of the only man he genuinely respected.

#// ch study.#// headcanons.#// verse iii. rejected humanity #// verse iv. behold the world #// i'm rambling but i really hope y'all see what i'm getting at here #// this got insanely long so i'm saving the next meta for another day #// stay tuned for more on dio's insane psychological damage after 100 years of sensory deprivation 🙃

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FearOfMu21c #50

Weyes Blood - It's Not Just Me, It's Everybody

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Released - Sept 12, 2022

Did not chart

Spotfiy streams to date - 8,734,782

Weyes Blood is someone who’s worked hard to define the 21st century experience using the sounds of the 1970s, so it’s perhaps ironic to bring things to a rest here. But in another sense, she’s maybe just more straightforward than most about working in an older idiom. I can’t honestly say that much of my list sounds genuinely modern and I often feel that - aside from things like grime and drill, which i tend to admire more for their abrasiveness than how much I can really enjoy them at length - most current artists are simply replaying the first 40 years of the pop era with minor updated tweaks here and there.

But Natalie still excels in how well she summarises living in the world today; the isolation of being always on; the nagging doom of endless crises. It’s Not Just Me is only about a year old but already it feels like her definitive statement on the subject and is comfortably one of my favourite singles of recent years. While the format of the warm, melancholy piano ballad is a familiar Weyes Blood trope, there’s something more distinctive in the low grade psychedelia which colours the background, the swirling voices and harps which butterfly between the speakers. This Disneyfication of her aesthetic is reminiscent of someone like Mercury Rev but, instead of descending into tweeness, Natalie uses that dreamscape to deal with hard truths about loneliness in a tone that’s somehow both comforting and painfully sad.

And while it’s fair to say that Weyes Blood’s sound is a product of an earlier era, some people will always do it better than others. Evolving slowly over 6 minutes, It’s Not Just Me is exploratory, moving across comfortable territory before twisting a minor chord here and there to turn its softness into something more foreboding. The chorus, with its soaring, looping melody, makes you wait for just long enough and then hits with a melodramatic power that’s unmistakably hers, for all she draws on those ladies of the canyon.

And so, after 50 songs and 7 weeks, I finally understood that the secret of music from the 21st century was that it wasn’t really so different from the 20th century after all.

I had finally conquered my #FearOfMu21c.

FIN

#50favouritesingles #fearofmu21c #indie #Classic rock #Weyes Blood #Laurel Canyon Revival #Youtube

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Cheers to those good songs - that bring those nostalgic memories flowing back like a wave that you can’t stop.. crashing against the in sides of your membrane inside your head making you relive the most beautiful moments of your life in a loop.

I think of the day I die often, it’s like a memory in my mind that I’ve already seen 100 times over.

It brings tears to my eyes every time and I wish I could stop it but I can’t.

The compulsive ways that my mind brings me to tears is unstoppable sad and beautiful.

Profoundly moving it takes me back to painted sunsets over the Midwest city skylines so eloquently placed I could live here forever.

How i imagine the pain of my loved ones and the bottomless feeling it brings to never see them again in this form. A lifeless body that once brought so much to the world, so much we can can feel it all around us even today.

I miss my friends who’ve gone away and passed on.

How my mind can switch from beautiful to pain with the strike of a chord, I see the pictures we took and gather my thoughts as a tear forms in my eyes

those times are long gone but fresh they live inside my spirit.

I love and hate the ways of my cruel brain in broken world. How self aware yet clueless I really am.

I’m alive,‘

I can breathe she said after her stint in the Psych ward .

after bouts of agony I could feel through her wounds and the itch of her scars.

How I remember the moments that brought them to her body, how the body repairs and mends the damages we can’t escape our minds from doing to ourselves.

This Life is pain and the torture of living can become overwhelming

How memories never die long after we’re Gone

like an imprint in time. We mattered. We matter.

How the stains of her blood cascading from her gashes, so bright and so open like a butterflies wings scattering onto a white fur carpet over a wooden floor.

How blood pooled like en endless wave brought upon by emotion wreckage and self mutilation.

How it healed her in times of struggle need and the hope tthat didn’t exist. How each slice was therapeutic in a way, for her.

How the droplets scattered like a map of lines on a distant highway that was lost from another dimension.

It all seemed so surreal in this foggy haze of panic I had to be calm.

And we sat there trying to understand this unforgiving world we’d been placed in.

Where we didn’t belong and never felt home.It was unlike the movies.

The terror it brings when you watch your best friend in the exact moments she’s questioning her existence.

How I cried endlessly into the void helping her wash her wounds, reassuring her of love and compassion the world forgot to show her.

How god abandoned us like a thief in the night stealing our hope and joy.

I love her I can feel her pain. I am scared and frozen in a bottomless pit of disparity god casted upon us like an unforgiving cruel joke.

We were kindred souls lost in a drain pipe reaching for air and drowning as the blood moved From her arms, to the bottom of the tub swirling down the drain

Sadness was all I could feel as I washed her wounds and dried my eyes.

Our angels were not there as the night folded into morning all i could do was cry and in darkness we sat together alone in a shadow we created.

As her scars fade with grace and turn to a shimmery lavender where the skin once was jaded and torn

I’m remindedOf love.-

How every time I said I love you I meant it.

How deeply I miss you.

& how I write to people like it’s the last letter they’d ever see from me and how I hold my friends so close, like a ribbon hugging a bouquet I admire the ones who love me and cherish our time together deeply like an old rooted plant - [

You never know when the last I love you will be . So say it again and again if you can.

Mean it everytime.

Because I am glad you’re alive at the same time as me.

Our purpose may be unknown for some but that doesn’t mean it does not exist.

Cheers, life is so beautiful

💊🧠

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First “I Love You”

Lukadrien Fluffuary (using this prompt list) Day 11 - First “I Love You” Prev | Next Read it on Ao3 Words: 1948 Tags: Identity Reveal The truth. Luka wanted that more than anything. But he knew the identity rule. He knew that Chat Noir was just doing as he was told. It was supposed to be for their safety. That reasoning didn’t quite work out in Luka’s mind. He was Viperion. He was already on the villain’s radar. Chat Noir was obviously one of Shadowmoth’s main targets. Would Chat Noir revealing his identity to his boyfriend really put either of them in more danger than they already were? Doubtful. The longer they were together, the less the rule made sense to either of them. Chat Noir had admitted he knew who Viperion was under the mask. Luka assumed Ladybug told him or that Chat Noir had simply seen her giving him the Miraculous at some point. It was a bit odd that Chat hadn’t given him the opportunity to ask why or how he knew, but he let it slide. At least now there was one less secret between them. Still despite how much they enjoyed each other’s company it was like neither of them could push past the obvious barrier. They were dating. They were happy. Yet their relationship felt like an endless loop of Second Chance. Good times, deep conversations, laughter, cuddling, occasional kisses, but then there would always be the rule getting in the way.

It was apparent in all of the conversations where Chat Noir would suddenly let his voice trail off. He would be talking one moment excitedly and then realize what he was about to say could reveal too much. Every time it happened, it sounded like a record scratch in Viperion’s mind. One thing Luka knew for sure, was that Chat Noir craved freedom. Yet, the rule restricted him. The person beneath Chat Noir’s mask was the one that Luka adored. There was no doubt what he felt was love. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to utter the exact words. Oh, he’d tell Chat Noir how much he admired him, how incredible he was, how his smile lit up the Parisian night, how his inner melody could make Luka’s heart soar… but the three words Luka wanted to utter the most felt off limits. On a Saturday morning patrol together the rule came between them again. Chat Noir was talking excitedly about a funny moment between him and his kwami. Viperion listened with a smile. He loved how enthusiastic his boyfriend could be. Chat’s eyes lit up as he told the story. “And Plagg and I were playing…” The hero clamped his mouth shut. His mood shifting suddenly from excitement to frustration. Viperion watched as the light faded from his eyes only to be replaced with a downcast look. “Chat…” “It’s fine.” “It isn’t really. I’m tired of this and so are you.” Viperion stated honestly. Chat Noir sighed. “It’s not fair that the person I’m the most comfortable around. The person I feel like I can talk to about anything… I can’t. It’s not because of you or me or that I don’t trust you. It’s because I’m still trying to follow this stupid rule.” “We’re both holding back because of it. I want to get to know you better than I can with this secret in the way.” “It’s so hard for me.” Chat Noir bit his tongue. He wanted to just tell Luka he knew him as a civilian outside of the mask. “God, I can’t even explain why." “We’ve been through this before, babe.” Viperion gently reminded him. “I won’t ask you to break that rule if you don’t want to.” “You know I want to.” “Yeah… I know you do. You know what I mean, but despite that you’re trying to keep following it. That is your decision. Not mine.” “Is it my decision or is it really the Guardian’s?” Chat Noir looked down at his boots. “I-I have somewhere I need to be soon.” Viperion was about to assure him, at the end of the day, the decision was his to make. But he didn’t get a chance to say anything more before Chat Noir jumped from the rooftop and started vaulting away with his baton. There was more to this conversation. So many words left unsaid hanging in the air. But if Chat needed space Viperion would respect that. ///////////////////////////// Chat Noir ran away before he could blurt out his identity then and there. If he would have stayed on that rooftop a moment longer Viperion wouldn’t have to wonder any more. The truth was on the tip of his tongue. So, he ran. Once home and detransformed, Adrien felt irritable. How many times was he going to have to completely shut himself down around Luka? No one made him feel more free, yet the identity rule stopped him from embracing that freedom. With Luka, he just wanted to be an open book. Yet, his boyfriend wasn’t even allowed to know his name outside of the mask. It wasn’t fair. Luka was the one he loved. He wanted to tell him that outright. But how could he say those words when he was required to hide so much? Adrien wasn’t stupid. He could see the hurt in Viperion’s eyes. Every time he shut down to hide his identity was like a stab to his boyfriend’s heart. He was hurting Luka. He was hurting himself. The identity rule was supposed to protect him from physical danger. Yet his heart was in pain from the very rule meant to protect him. Adrien fed Plagg a piece of Camembert and looked to the window. It was still open from when he’d returned just minutes prior. “You have an hour until your practice time.” Plagg said knowingly. “But something tells me you’re going to show up early.” “I love him, Plagg.” Adrien held his hand to his heart. “I love him and I want to tell him, but I feel like I can’t even do that much. How can I when he doesn’t even know my name?” “Kid. We’ve talked through this so many times.” Plagg flew close to his holder. “And now I’m telling you this… Luka, he’s a good guy. I trust him. I’m not worried about that. But if you reveal yourself it’s gonna be complicated to keep your identity from the Guardian. She knows who Viperion is. You can’t let her catch Luka or Viperion dating Adrien Agreste. Or you’d also be revealing Chat Noir’s identity to her. Understand? It’s possible, but you have to be careful with this.” Adrien’s green eyes widened. “That advice sounds more like approval…” Plagg shrugged. “You deserve to be happy. I’m tired of you being sad because of this.” “Thanks, Plagg!” The blonde's face broke into a wide grin. Adrien transformed into Chat Noir and jumped from his window. He did actually have somewhere to be, Kitty Section had practice in an hour. He ran towards the liberty as fast as his feet could take him, determined to show up before anyone else. He thought about all of the times he had to hide things about his life and all of the looks Luka gave him as he closed himself off. No more. Some rules were meant to be broken. Where do I start? His mind raced as he traveled across the rooftops. Do I go as Chat Noir? He lowered himself down to an alley nearby. No. I can’t do that, Adrien is supposed to be at practice. Chat Noir detransformed. I’m going to tell him who I am! He ran towards The Liberty. If I tear this wall down… Adrien ran as fast as he could. Excitement fueling his feet. If I tell him this… The blonde saw Luka ahead and didn’t slow down. Then I can finally tell him… Suddenly, he was onboard The Liberty. Luka was in the middle of tuning his guitar. He turned towards the blonde curiously. “I LOVE YOU!” Adrien confessed as he leaned forward and put his hands on his knees and tried to catch his breath. The guitarist blinked at the outburst. Heat flared in Adrien’s cheeks as he blushed furiously. He stood up straight and waved his hands in front of himself. “I um… I didn’t mean to start there! I mean it. I love you! But I should’ve led into that with some context right? Haha!” The guitar was sat down gently. “Adrien?" In the mixture of excitement and nerves Adrien rubbed the back of his neck and rambled. “The piano! This morning Plagg and I we played the piano. And he had put some Camembert inside of it, because he’s Plagg so of course he would, and it made the most ridiculous sound when the hammer struck the strings near it and it was hilarious and I couldn’t finish telling you that this morning because it would have been a hint to my identity because we know each other and you know I play the piano but I just don’t care about that anymore! I trust you so much. I love you so much! And I don’t want to keep secrets from you. I can’t do it anymore, Luka!” Adrien’s vision was blurred from watery eyes, overwhelmed with relief of letting the truth be known. Luka brought his hands up to caress Adrien’s face and brushed away the tears. Blue eyes met green. Then the guitarist breathed out his name like it was sacred. “Adrien.” “I meant for this to be a little less all over the place.” Adrien laughed at himself. “It’s you. All this time. It’s been you.” Luka laughed with him in relief. He pressed their foreheads together. “I love you, too. I hoped it was you. I thought it might have been. Your songs were just two parts of the same melody.” “Should have known you’d suspect me.” Adrien smiled. “No one gets me like you do.” When Luka pulled back and looked at Adrien’s lips, Plagg nudged his holder. Adrien chuckled lightly. “Anyone else home? We can’t let anyone know we’re together as civilians. Ladybug could find out my identity. She doesn’t want to know. And on the other side of my complicated life there’s the press… and yeah…” Adrien gestured to a billboard with his face plastered on it. If the press found out they’d be in his business and he’d rather not deal with that. “Oh, that all of that tracks. But Jules went to meet up with Rose and Mom’s not home.” Luka took a deep breath and dropped his hands to his sides. He looked into Adrien’s eyes without the influence of the Miraculous. “Hmm. Your eyes are gorgeous outside of the mask too.” “Everyone else will be here soon, right?” Adrien reminded them both. “We have some time.” Luka closed the distance between them again. Adrien continued. “I’ve been hiding our relationship outside of the masks for a while. I know it’s going to be difficult for us both now that we know. I—-OOF!” Luka grabbed the front of Adrien’s shirt and pulled him below deck into one of the other rooms. “Well then, I better kiss you before they get here. You think you can finally break down this giant thing that’s been between us and not make me want to kiss you senseless?” Luka reached around to embrace Adrien. “Surely you know me better than that, my muse.” Adrien’s arms wrapped around his boyfriend and he excitedly met Luka’s lips halfway. They both poured their love and relief into the contact. After all, this was the first time they were kissing without being transformed. Finally, there were no secrets between them. Now, what remained was the secret they shared.

#Lukadrien #Miraculous Fanfic #Miraculous Ladybug #Miraculous #Luka Couffaine #Adrien Agreste #Chat Noir #Viperion #adrien and luka #Cassarilla writes #Lukadren Fluffuary #Fluffuary2023 #Prompt: First I Love You

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quicklyscribbledpoems · 11 months

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“Burnout”

Fires on both sides of the country like walls closing me in

Sepia toned domes painting the sky orange

Mirroring the fires in my brain

Isn’t it funny how we do that, burning from the inside and the outside at once?

But my brain, unlike the forest, is young and will grow back every day after burning itself down

The skies will flash orange and blue in a never ending timeloop

Sometimes slowing, sometimes speeding by, sunrise and sunset as fast as a strobe light, but always looping

Time is a circle in the mind

And life is not a path but an endless landscape of rolling hills

And we are on a hike until we die

Just trying to enjoy the view enough to lose track of time

Try not to notice the flickering sky

I have only now realised my ambitious nature at once feeds on praise like a fire on paper and denies it, saying “no, you are mistaken. I am not good enough. Not yet.”

Two pairs of hands tapping on a tabletop, inching closer together but never touching, not even knowing if they want to touch, not even knowing what it will feel like

The sun streams in ribbons through the clouds and I want to drink the light it offers

I worry with every second I don’t work that I am wasting my life

That I am watching myself rot and die in slow motion with every second I rest

And all people have to say to that is “I wish I had your work ethic”

My work ethic is admirable until it comes to forming emotional connections

I go from a worker and a fighter to last year’s autumn leaf, a weak and crumbling mess

The thought of illustrating my feelings with this voice, not quite my own, is agonizing

In every picture, every mirror, I don’t see myself

Not because I don’t look like myself but because I think

“He is too happy, too handsome, too successful to be me”

I am aching to see the forest for more than the trees

To get to a hill high enough to see the rest of the landscape laid out before me

I think if I just get to the highest point I could see the ends of the earth

But the hill we climb is not that simple, by the time

we reach the end of the foothills and arrive at the foot of the mountain

we die, gasping for breath

And only when the wind carries our frail and lifeless bodies up above can we see there is no end to the earth

Nothing has inherent meaning, only the meaning we give it

Our lives are entirely what we make them and that terrifies us

And there’s only a few things that terrify me more

And those are

Fires on both sides of the country like walls closing me in

Two pairs of hands tapping on a tabletop, inching closer together but never touching, not even knowing if they want to touch, not even knowing what it will feel like

#poetry #random thoughts

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anderhearn · 2 years

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Passing Doves - Chapter 7 - Go

"She's going to be busted down to patrol if this stunt of hers doesn't yield results," Says Chief Waller, and not only that, you'll be reprimanded for not controlling your goddamn subordinates. Have a goodnight, Captain.

"Yes, sir." says Captain Edmons as he closes the iPad.

----Moore sits in her car looking at the comment section of the DFW CBS 11 YouTube video; praise, admiration, disdain, and hatred scrolled down her iPhone 14.

"Let that bastard come into my house, I'll kill him!"

"How in the world could someone even think to do something like this? It's awesome!"

"I don't blame him, he probably got tired of all the BS"

"I am the KILLer"

"UR next."

"What a complete psychopath."

"DPD couldn't catch COVID"

"Fuck the police!"

"Real life purge"

"Jesus loves you."

Cruz leans over and looks at her phone,

"Let me guess; a bunch of useless crap in the comments?"

"Yeah," Moore locks her phone, "people actually like this guy."

"If there is a guy." says Cruz.

"You know, Audy really screwed us on this. She might as well have made a callout to all the weirdos and wannabes out there."

"Nah," says Cruz as takes a drink of coffee, "she's a good cop. Just doing what she thinks is right."

"Yeah, except for consulting me about it. I take one day off for wedding planning and major decisions are made without even asking. Please tell me you tried to stop her, Rico."

Cruz nods his head, "Yep, I said it would be a shitstorm."

"So she's going rogue then. Doing shit like this is what can get a case thrown out on some technicality. I am upset she isn't being more strategic about this." Moore says looking out the car window.

"So you really think this guy exists?" Cruz asks as he finishes his coffee.

"I think she is right about this, yes." Moore says as the engine rumbles to life.

Simon had been back for three days and was spending a good amount of time reading through 4Chan forums, the CBS 11 YouTube video comment section, and Reddit trying to find any mention of him or his doves. Nothing except for the praise and admiration he was getting in the YouTube comment section, which was plentiful.

Simon laughs as he reads the comments yet again, "How can anyone think to do something like this? It's awesome!"

That was his favorite one. He enjoyed all the praise but hated one comment in particular,

"I am the KILLer." Angry at the fact that someone would have the fucking gall to even pretend to be able to do what he has done.

"You aren't anything like me." types Simon in the reply box. Simon starts to laugh wildly as he takes off his motorcycle helmet, letting the air cool his face. "DPD would love that comment!" Simon discards the reply and takes a deep breath, sucking in his earthly playground.

A few minutes later the S1000 is roaring down Loop 12 in search of the missing dove.

"Shit." says Simon as he passes Jonathan's house yet again. Three days and everything is the same; seemingly abandoned with overgrown grass and several days of newspapers on the front lawn.

Simon shakes his head in disappointment at the idea of having to continually search for Jonathan, knowing he wouldn't be able to enjoy any more hunts until he was butchered.

Butchered.

It had to be bloody, dirty, and more importantly..."I am the KILLer" the comment flashes in his head.

Unacceptable.

Bloody, dirty, and with a calling card so that no keyboard coward could even dare to claim the dark deed.

Driving around DFW in search of a dove was akin to walking along an endless hedgerow; tiring.

Flush him out.

A few hours later Simon loads a few stinking trash bags into the trunk of the Civic. He opens one, tosses in an Apple AirTag, and closes the trunk.

Jonathan's sleepy street sits in intermittent darkness as the street lamps flicker. Simon eases onto the street, pulls next to the curb and tosses the trash bags onto his front yard.

"Good morning, Dallas Code Compliance. How can I help you?"

"Hi, good morning. I need to make a complaint about my neighbor at 2403 Cambridge Drive."

"What is the problem, sir?"

"Well," Simon says, feeling like a complete Karen,

"their grass is very tall. It is well over a foot. I hate to complain, but my kids are scared about getting bitten by snakes."

"Oh, I understand sir. 12 inches is the maximum height."

"Not only that, now there are garbage bags all over his lawn. It is a real eyesore and I'm trying to sell my house. If anyone sees that, I might lose them as a potential buyer. Can you please have someone just put a note on his door and remind him to clean up?"

"I once had the same problem when I tried to sell my home. Sure thing, sir. I will dispatch code enforcement to the location right now."

"Thanks, you're a real life saver."

A day later his iPhone lights up with a ding.

Simon picks up his phone in sweet anticipation. The AirTag was moving.

Within a few seconds Simon is off the couch and on the S1000. The BMW screams down the road as he dodges cars and threads his way through traffic.

"I am the killer!" shouts Simon as he hits 150mph, tearing through Loop 12. Five minutes later Simon pulls onto Cambridge Drive, heart pounding, and his head swirling with new and inventive ways on how to pull the fluttering wings off this dove.

There he was, finally.

Jonathan lifts the lawnmower and pushes it into the bed of his truck as the smell of fresh cut grass lingers in the air. Simon slow rolls by the house staring at Jonathan with a devilish grin, feeling the hair on his arms stand on end.

"Let me get a Gin and Tonic." says Jonathan as he wipes a few blades of grass off of his pants.

Simon walks into the bar and sits right next to him, "Hey, buddy! Nice to see you! Did you ever get your RAM turbocharged?"

Jonathan turns around and looks at him, "I'm sorry?"

"Oh, no apologies needed. I met you and your wife at K&H a while back."

Wife. How he enjoyed saying that to him.

"Oh, yeah. I remember you," Jonathan finishes his drink in one gulp, "Sorry, I'm not too good with names. What was your name?"

"Simon."

Why not?

"Oh, that's right. Simon."

Simon smiles and signals the bartender, "I never caught your name that day."

"Jonathan."

"Excuse me a second, Jon. Barkeep, let me get two Jack and cokes. Simon laughs to himself, "What about you, Jon? What are you drinking? My treat."

"Shit. If you're paying, how about 3 Gin and Tonics. Just kidding."

"Three it is. Two Jack and cokes, 3 Gin and Tonics, and a shot for you."

"Thanks for the shot," the bartender says, "and your drinks are on the way. You wanna start a tab?"

Simon turns to Jonathan, "You got time?"

"Thanks. Yeah, I got all day. I haven't been doing much these days."

"Hey, man," Simon says, "What kind of phones do you and the wife got? My shit stopped working the other day. I need to buy a new one."

Simon barely stops himself from bursting out laughing. He didn't give a damn what kind of phone that dead bird or what kind the soon to be dead dove had as long as it wasn't an iPhone to alert him of the AirTag hidden on his truck.

7 Gin and Tonics later Jonathan was weaving quite the story,

"Yeah, that motherfucker is lucky! I chased that dumb son of bitch out of my house. He ran out of there like a whipped dog, I'll tell you what. Try to rob me and my wife? Hell no! I'll tell you what, Simon," he orders another Gin and Tonic, "I kicked him right in his gut and he dropped like a fly! Yeah and after I chased him out of my house, me and my wife fucked liked teenagers! I bet you that little cocksucker won't come at me again!"

"Damn. That is crazy." says Simon as he shakes his head in disbelief. "How did he g..."

Jonathan cuts him off, "Yeah, shit, man. You know, I, I, will kill him next time he comes to my house. I'm gonna let my wife have a Texas sized piece of his ass, too! He is lucky I was a nice guy and let him live. You know, me, I always carry a gun, even in my house! Hell, I even fuck with the safety off!"

"Bullshit." says Simon as he puts his drink down.

"Bullshit?" Jonathan drunkenly asks.

"Oh, these drinks are getting weak. I need some stronger stuff!" Simon says, covering his involuntary slip up.

"Oh, yeah?" Jonathan looks down in shame, "Bullshit."

Jonathan climbs into this truck and starts the engine,

"You sure you're good to drive, Jon?"

Jonathan nods his head,

"I don't give a fuck anymore. My life is fucked up. My wife is de...yeah, I am good, buddy boy! I'm just gonna go to my house and sleep it off. No problem. I've been doing this every night since she...Alright, Simon, thanks for the drinks. See you around."

The RAM pulls out the parking lot and Simon pulls out this iPhone and tracks the AirTag.

He wasn't heading back to his house. Simon jumps on his bike and trails him.

15 minutes later Jonathan pulls into a driveway where an elderly woman meets him at the front door.

#short+stories #thriller #murder #drinks #dallas #serial killer

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rek1s-headband · 3 years

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if it's okay with you, could I request headcanons for reki and langa with a shy s/o?

A/N: Thanks for the request! Hope you enjoy:)

With a shy s/o

Characters: Reki Kyan, Langa Hasegawa x gn! reader

Warnings: none!

Reki

Absolutely loves it

It’s a real comfort to him. Being the upbeat, talkative person that he is, he appreciates having someone there to just listen to him, to just take everything in instead of questioning him on it

Would be like your bodyguard in public. If he feels you’re getting uncomfortable while you’re both around a lot of new people, he’ll either offer to take you around and introduce you to them so you feel better, or take you outside for a breather

Always asking if you’re comfortable going places when he knows a lot of people will be there

Sometimes he can be a bit blind to stressful situations. Being the extrovert he is, he’s a lot more comfortable being around new people, talking and making passing comments with ease. But one tug of his arm or a quiet glance his way and he’s springing into action, holding you close and asking what he can do to make you feel better

Eases you into things. He’s always going to make sure you gradually get used to new places, and will never leave your side

The pair of you met at S. he was racing in a beef against your friend, and you were there to support him. The two of them were on good terms of course, it was just a friendly race

He saw you chatting to him after the race, and he was honestly blown away by how gorgeous you were. He found himself staring, admiring your quiet smile, talking in a hushed voice. He wondered why you weren’t talking louder, it wasn’t exactly a library out here after all.

Langa flicked his temple after a minute or two, saying “if you’re gonna keep ogling them like a creep, you might as well go say hi.” He could feel himself glowing with embarrassment, but before he knew it he was shaking off his nerves and walking right over to you

He called out to your friend, giving him a high five as he began to talk about the race. You stayed relatively quiet, glancing at your phone occasionally and looking around. This threw Reki for a loop, surely you had something to say about the race? Confident as he was, he didn’t feel like starting a conversation without your friend hopefully introducing him first.

Just as he expected, your friend pulled you over, introducing you to Reki. You gave him a smile and a quiet “hello” before going back to your phone. Reki was a bit disappointed, but he didn’t let it show. Soon after, your friend announced he needed to go talk to his friend, and he’d leave you two to chat for a few minutes. You watched him leave with pleading eyes, begging him not to leave you with this complete stranger

There was a silence between you two for a minute or so, but Reki soon broke the silence. “So how did you find the race? Did you like it?” The words were already spilling out, and you felt yourself get embarrassed. What were you supposed to say??

“Yeah, it was..good.” You were mentally kicking yourself, wishing you could say more, but your brain was turning to mush in its attempt to converse with this new person. It didn’t help that he was, well, cute. Like, really cute. His hair was held back with a headband, but a lot of it still managed to escape, his fluffy locks obscuring his vision. You found yourself staring, and only snapped out of it when he waved a gentle hand in front of your face.

“Nothing else? What did you think of my skating? Was I good? Did I look cool?” He was ducking his head down to the part of the ground you were staring at, looking up at you with big eyes. He wasn’t used to talking to such quiet people, but hey, it was something he could get used to. To him, there was something quite endearing about your small smiles and wide eyes, simply taking in the world around you. You reminded him of Langa when he first met him, one-word replies and big eyes. He grinned, hoping you’d warm up to him like Langa did

He began to worry you didn’t want to talk to him when you didn’t respond, but a grin quickly spread across his face when he realised you were blushing. Reki’s mind was going into overdrive as your eyes widened, throwing your hands over your face.

“No! I mean- you were really cool, I liked that trick you did in the middle...” your voice quietened again when Reki dramatically let out a gasp, collapsing to his knees and holding a hand out to you. Your face was practically crimson at this point, frantically looking around, wishing for your friend to materialise and rescue you. You turned back to Reki, about to ask him what he was doing, when he suddenly spoke up.

“THEY SPEAK!!” He shot you another smile. “And here I was under the impression you just stood there and looked pretty.” You felt your face grow impossibly redder, but you surprised even yourself when you let out a loud laugh. Reki looked at you with wide eyes, and he could feel his grin grow even wider. You pulled him off the ground, looking around, still half mortified from his display. You tried to let go of his hand once you picked him up, but he just held it even tighter, his face inches from yours.

“So what I’m hearing is that you liked my skating?” You tried to look away from him, but you could feel yourself getting lost in his amber eyes. Taking the record for the worlds worst timing, your friend came back with a drink in his hand, apologising for how long he took before his eyes landed on the pair of you. To any bystander, the two of you looked quite intimate. Hand in hand, faces inches away from meeting

You pushed away from Reki, resembling a tomato as you waved your hands, telling your friend it wasn’t what it looked like, that you were just talking. You turned to Reki for backup, but you were met with someone who could only be described as though they were on airplane mode. A giddy grin on his face, and a small blush creeping across his face, he quietly ran a hand through his messy hair while giggling. This only worsened your case, turning around to your friend to hide in his shoulder.

Of course, Reki magically ended up with your number by the end of the night, and you were bombarded with texts before you could even set foot outside the doors of S

Langa

Unlike Reki, he’s slightly more versed in the art of silence. You can always guarantee a bit of a brain break when you’re with Langa, just enjoying each other’s company in comfortable silence

As for Langa, he appreciates having someone who doesn’t expect him to be keeping up with them talking a mile a minute. Of course, he loves listening to peoples’ endless babbling too, he just likes to be a bit more active in the conversation sometimes, which you make easy with your quieter demeanour, leaving more space in between your sentences for him to give input

He is glued to your hip in public. Mumbling sweet nothings in your ear as you walk along the streets, he’ll quietly talk about random things he finds strange or funny about the things he sees around him, keeping you in gentle company so you dont feel stressed

At any social gatherings with a lot of people, he’s rubbing circles in your hand, making sure you’re not uncomfortable with the people around you. If at any point he sees you begin to get restless, he’ll excuse the oar of you and take you for a walk, or even just to get a glass of water

The two of you met at the skate park. He’d been practicing with Reki when he saw you walk in with one or two of your friends, shifting from foot to foot as you scanned the park, checking to eye who was there. When your eyes landed on him, you were surprised to see he was looking straight back at you. Embarrassed, you looked away. Suddenly the floor was looking quite appealing to you.

Slightly agape, Langa’s mouth quickly turned into a little pout. You didn’t even smile...Of course, you didn’t even know him, but why did he suddenly feel like he really wanted you to?

Reki watched his friend’s mind spin, a little grin settling on his face. Did little Langa here have a crush? The cogs were already turning in his head, thinking of ways to make the pair of you interact. Not to mention, he wouldn’t mind getting cozy with your friends while you two talked...

“Langaaaa, you should really go talk to them yknow.” Langa almost gave himself whiplash with how fast he turned his head away from you, a look of panic spreading over his face while he stammered out that Reki had it all wrong, that he just wanted to see who’d come into the park. Reki tutted, putting his hand in his chin. He mumbled about how Langa shouldn’t lie, that it was normal to find people hot, which earned him a smack into the back of his skull

Somewhere during the play fight, the two heard a flurry of hello’s being exchanged, and they looked over to where you had been standing. Your friends were now talking to who Langa assumed were more of your friends, and watched as you trailed a little behind, carrying your skateboard awkwardly and not really knowing what to do with yourself. It became apparent to Langa that these new people weren’t friends of yours, and he felt his heart ache as he watched you stand a few feet back, glancing around and at your phone.

Reki saw how Langa stared at you, and before long he was dragging Langa up, and over in your direction. “Come on prince Langa, save your damsel in distress.” Langas brain went jdskhvmhcb as he thought of just what he was supposed to say to you, and hoped Reki would just do the talking. But to his distress, Reki gave him one last push and ran back to where the pair had been sitting. Langa looked back with a face that could only be described as “fuck you, seriously go fuck yourself.” As as he turned back around, he was met with your big eyes and a look of curiosity

He took a deep breath, taking a second to compose himself, and he took a stab at introducing himself

“Uh..hi” he mentally kicked himself, obviously that wasn’t going to do anything?? He was pleasantly surprised when you gave him a smile and a small “hello” in return. This was enough for him to regain his confidence, making another attempt at conversation

“Ok so..I saw you standing here and, uh, I was wondering if you were alright. You just seemed kind of lost.” He gave you a soft smile, giving his shoulders a little shrug as if to say well there you have it. “I’m Langa, by the way.” You looked up at him as he spoke, and Jesus, he could feel himself staring at you again. There was no denying you were incredibly attractive, and from up close it was just amplified. He was brought back to reality when you laughed, and his face lit up when he realised you were going to actually talk to him.

“Well, thank you for your concern, I didn’t really know what I was supposed to do with myself honestly.” You let out a quiet sign, giving him a soft smile before continuing. “It’s my first time here, and my other friends have been here before, they’ve gone over to their friends, and I didn’t really want to interrupt. I still dont exactly know how to ride this thing yet either,” you motioned to the board in your hand, “so you can imagine my predicament.” Langa looked down at you with a smile, quietly laughing before attempting to talk

“Well, if you want, I can give you a few pointers.” You gave him a look of concern, waving your hands around. “Oh no, its fine, you’re with your friend, I wouldn’t want to butt in-“ your rambling was cut short when he grabbed your hand, and you felt your face heat up.

“You’re not interrupting anything. Let me just grab my board and we can start.” He brought you over to Reki, who was acting completely oblivious to what had been going on, even though he was the evil bastard who set the two of you up. He looked up with a smile, handing Langa his board and offering you some food with a wink in both of your directions. He chuckled as he watched Langa lead you away, getting up and grabbing his board, deciding that while your friends were there he might as well attempt to impress them.

“Keep yourself a bit more balanced.” Langa instructed you from atop your board “you wont fall off as much then.” You were glowing from embarrassment, feeling like all eyes were on you as you failed to stand on the board without shaking. You mumbled about how it was easier said than done, sighing as you got off the board again. Langa nudged you to stand onto it again, this time his hands wandered to your waist. If you weren’t crimson before, you were now. Langa quickly realised how suggestive this looked, looking up at you with a panicked expression

“Uh-Not like that! I just..to keep the board still!” He was now redder than you, if that was somehow possible. In an attempt to stabilise yourself, you put your hands over his on your waist, which you soon realised only worsened the situation. You were both a stumbling, red mess within seconds. Reki watched from the sidelines, amused by your ministrations.

After a while, you started to get used to the board, but even after you got comfortable Langa’s arms never left your waist. You had been practicing with him for well over an hour now, and your friends were ready to leave. With giggles and nudges they made their way over to the pair of you, before shouting your name and scaring the shit out of the two of you.

As you got off your board and got ready to leave, Langa grabbed your hand. Your face flushing red once more, you turned to him questionably

“Um.. I had a lot of fun today, would you maybe want to do it again sometime?” Your friends jumped up and down behind you as the pair of you exchanged numbers and a quick hug. Blushing as you linked arms with your friend, you gave Langa one last smile before leaving the park

Maybe you were glad your friends dragged you here today after all

#sk8 the infinity x reader #sk∞#sk8 the infinity #reki kyan #reki kyan x reader #reki x reader #sk8 reki #reki kyan headcanons #langa hasegawa x reader #Langa x reader #sk8 langa #langa hasegawa #langa hasegawa headcanons #reki headcanons #langa headcanons #skate the infinity

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celamoon · 3 years

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are requests open? because imagine saiki with a dumb childhood friend (to lovers? 👀) who's just a little too naive. she's caught him using his powers before and just went oh, and he's pretty sure her brain didn't even process what he was doing. and she attracts so many boys but she's just clueless so now saiki has to shoo them away from her <3

Anon your brain is astronomically huge I’m in love with this concept.

To clear things up though I do take requests (suggestions) but I won’t always write them since some make me go bRR and others don't really speak to me so it depends on what it is. (also because I'm not technically a writing blog pfft)

You wrote the reader as a she so I’m going to use female pronouns for this one. I hope I did your request justice!

Warnings: none, just fluff

Saiki was absolutely terrified when you first walked in on him using his powers in second grade. I mean it wasn’t like Akechi didn’t figure it out, but you straight up walked in on Saiki while he blew the classroom to pieces. He was about to erase your memory of the incident before you had tilted your head cutely with a pout.

“Did someone break in?” You rushed off to grab the first aid kit to try and help the others.

Kusuo read your thoughts to see if you suspected that he was a psychic and the only thing he got from your thoughts were 'oh, I guess Akechi was right in some way'

Saiki had watched you put a bandaid on the wounds and secretly helped you heal the others. No one believed you when you said the classroom was blown up the next day, I mean it was like someone reversed time on it! Nothing was scattered or anything else of the sort!

Saiki also transferred away that time. You were kinda sad, you wanted to befriend the kid who was standing in the middle of the room after the supposedly ‘break in’. You were pleased when you moved shortly after with your parent’s job. So you ended up at Saiki’s school again.

That was a while ago though, both of you have grown by now. You had followed Saiki around each time he moved, you were convinced that was the universe telling you to become best friends with him. (It wasn’t, you’d later on find out that Saiki had used mind control so you could follow each school he went to).

“Kuu!” Saiki looks away from the passing car and nods at you.

Both of you were in your second year of high school now. Saiki hadn’t changed much other than the glasses and growth spurt. You on the other hand? You had grown impressively. You were prettier, taller, and for some odd reason the universe blessed you with an ideal body. This meant trouble.

“Did you wait long?” You close the gate to your place as Saiki shook his head.

‘Same as always,’

“Ah, alright then,” You hum. “Anything new happen?”

‘I literally saw you less than ten hours ago Y/n.’

“So? Lots of things can happen in ten hours! For all we know you could’ve travelled to Kyoto and back!” You grinned. Saiki glared your way before continuing to walk.

“You’re so boring now Kuu-chan,” You grumble. Saiki chooses to ignore your words as he watches Nendou and the others join the two of you. Soon enough, you guys are at school.

“Ah, another letter,” You slip out your shoes to change into and set the letter into your bookbag. You head over to your desk and pull it out from the bag.

“Who is it from this time?” Kaidou looks at the letter on the desk and you hum.

“I think… ah it says someone wants to meet up with me on the rooftop,” you read.

‘Good grief, I thought you made it clear that you weren’t interested last time’ Saiki peers over your shoulder, caging you in, and you jump slightly.

“I mean it wouldn’t hurt actually going…”

“Y/n’s getting a boyfriend?” Yumehara joins your group at the shoe lockers and you shake your head.

“Someone wrote me a letter saying they want to meet up,” You show her the letter and the girl inwardly sighs. ‘How come Y/n-chan was able to pull people so easily and I couldn’t even find a good boy to date!’

‘That’s because you’re too obsessive’ Saiki reminds inwardly.

“You’re going?”

“Don’t worry! I, the jet black wings, can accompany you to meet up with whoever this is!” Kaidou offers.

“I’ll come with Nendou if you don’t want anything creepy to happen,” Kuboyasu smiles.

“A-ah it’s alright! I’ll just bring Kuu with me,” You smile.

“You sure?”

“Mhm!” You grin. “I’ll be fine with Kuu,”

Speaking honestly, you’re quite nervous. You had gotten letters before, but none of them actually asked you to meet up. Most of them could be read, and then Saiki would offer you to toss them out in some way. Your favourite was when he used his pyrokinesis to burn it in his hand, he was always helping you reject people.

“Offu,”

“Good morning Teruhashi offu!”

“Good morning everyone!” Teruhashi smiles, flowers bloomed in the room because of that.

“Good morning Teruhashi-san!” You grinned as she walked over.

“Good morning Y/n-chan! Oh is that a letter?” Teruhashi notices the envelope in your hands. ‘Why did she get a letter? Is she being confessed to? Ugh! No calm down Teruhashi, you’re a pretty perfect girl. You don’t need to be jealous, it’s just one letter’

“Yeah… It tells me to meet up with them at the roof,” You mumble. “Teruhashi-san how do you turn people down?”

“A-ah?”

“You’re always being confessed to right? How do you do it?” Your eyes glimmer and Saiki grimaces. Out of all the people you admire, you decide to admire Teruhashi. It wasn’t like she was rude, but it was more like she was fake.

“A-ah well…” Teruhashi panics inwardly as she looks for an answer. ‘I mean none of these high school boys can match up to me. Sure Saiki-san makes me feel different but seriously he doesn’t even have an income of 40 million yen… what do I tell her?!’

“It’s ok if you’re not too sure either Teruhashi-san,” You smile. “Sometimes we reject people so naturally that we don’t even realize it,”

“A-ah yea… sorry it’s just I don’t get confessed to that much…”

“Ah right!” You grin. “You’re better than everyone here so it would make sense that no one dares to approach you!”

“H-hUH? That’s not true!” Teruhashi flushes red at your compliment and you smile.

The rest of the school day passes as usual, and soon the final bell rings. You pack your bags and wander to the roof to meet up with the supposed secret admirer. Saiki walks beside you, ready to kill someone if you asked.

“Uh you can stay here, I’ll call you if he tries anything,” You open the door to the roof and Saiki is forced to use clairvoyance on you.

“H-Hi! Y/n-san, uh I’m Hito-kun from class 2… will you go out with me?” The boy bows and you’re thrown off guard.

“Ah, Hito-kun there’s a bit of an issue, uh I already have a crush on someone…” You half lie. Sure you thought Saiki was cute, but he was off limits since you know, best friend things.

“A-ah? Is it Saiki-san? I’m sorry! I thought you thought of him as a friend so I took the chance-“

“I-It’s ok! Kuu’s my best friend, it’s just I’m suspicious that he’s aromatic so uh-“ Saiki slams the door to the roof open and you panic. You forgot he was there. The boy who was previously confessing to you flushes red and rushes off with an apology.

“Kuu! I- uh, you heard nothing…?”

‘Y/n.’

“I know you aren’t interested in me or anything but like feelings work like that you know? Ugh I just ruined our friendship didn’t I…” You shrink onto the floor and Saiki walks up to you, crouching down to meet you eye to eye.

‘Y/n.’

“What…” you mumble.

‘I… I’m not too sure what I feel around you, but I think I like you too,’

“Nice joke Kusuo, sure made me feel so much better,” you grumble, looking away. “I may be dumb but I’m not that dumb,”

‘I’m not joking,’ Saiki forces you to meet his gaze. “I like you too.”

You pause when he actually speaks.

‘Did I kill you?’

“Kuu you can’t just say that and not expect me to break down!” You shove your face into your knees and Saiki smiles.

‘I’ll keep reminding you until you’re convinced, and I’ll take care of you until you know.’

“Then I’ll stick by you until this endless loop ends,” You smile, holding up your pinky.

You two sealed a promise that day.

#saiki k x reader #saiki x reader #saiki k #saiki kusuo #kusuo saiki #tdlosk #the disastrous life of saiki k #saiki no psi nan #was it second grade? third grade? I don't remember #someone correct me if I'm wrong pfft #kusuo x reader

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liliesinrequiem · 3 years

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The Truth

A/N: I’m back! I’ve been working on this for a while and kept changing it up. I think I’ve reached a version where I’m rather happy with it. I hope that y’all enjoy <3!

Pairing: Diluc x Reader

Summary: You have figured out that Diluc is the Darknight Hero. Now you have to confront him about it.

CW: Mentions of blood

You slightly moved the chair side to side as you waited for your husband to return. The white cloth in your hand only made you more upset than you already were. You put it down and spread it out on the desk. The bright candlelight permitted you to look at the design clearly.

There was no mistaking it. The brilliant oranges and reds that made the owl on the handkerchief were undeniably the same colors that you had procured early on in your marriage to Diluc. It’d been a lot of negotiating back and forth to get the threads in the exact color that you wanted. You had sewn an owl, the animal that he greatly admired, in an array of colors that also reflected that of his vision. It’d been some trial and error (and many messed up handkerchiefs) to be able to create a product that you liked enough to be able to give him.

The handkerchief had been a birthday gift for him.

You were surprised that he even still carried it around when he had countless other handkerchiefs. Archons, you even thought that he’d long forgotten about it. While you felt happiness in knowing that he still used it, you could not separate the fact that you were upset with him from it.

“The Darknight Hero?” you asked out loud. The words rolled off your tongue so easily and yet, you felt it difficult to consider. Not because you thought that Diluc was incapable of actually being the hero. It made a lot of sense that the man that did not like the Knights of Favonius was also the one taking matters into his own hands.

What made it difficult to consider was how he had been hiding everything from you. What would happen if he went missing and no one knew where he had gone? How could you sleep at night not knowing if you could have done something? The idea of Diluc being injured in his activities made you spiral into despair.

“Oh, Diluc…..” You wished to understand his reasoning in doing things at times. If only for a minute, you wished to understand why he had hidden it from you. The only reason you had even come to the conclusion was due to an array of increasingly odd actions by your husband and a rather fortuitous meeting with Kaeya. Diluc had been unable to have meals with you with greater frequency. He’d been spending less and less time in the manor. Yes, he was a busy man, but he always made time for you. You’d wake up and he was gone and go to bed with him still not being home. He’d become so much more evasive with you.

What culminated in everything was an odd conversation that you overheard. Whether Kaeya had intended for you to coincidentally arrive as he was speaking with Lumine and Paimon about an odd handkerchief that they had picked up from the Darknight Hero, you were not sure. It just seemed to fall into place too conveniently. You didn’t question the fact that he even handed you the cloth by the end of your meeting. You understood what he meant.

You heard the door knob of the office being turned and gripped the cloth tightly. All the emotions that you had been mulling over threatened to flood over. Your shoulders sagged when you saw Adelinde walk through the door. “I made you some tea,” she said. She placed the tray and you quietly thanked her. You made no move to drink the tea and Adelinde remained.

“Will you rest soon?” she asked. “I can stay with you, if you would like.” You looked out the window and saw that the moon was high. Based on your estimations, it was late. It was probably a bit past midnight. The early hours of the new day were approaching. Where was he? Was he facing something horrible? Would he make it home tonight? You prayed to Barbatos that he was safe.

You turned back to look at Adelinde. “I’ll rest soon,” you answered, “I’m sure he’ll be home soon. But Adelinde...go to sleep. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be alright.” She only nodded and stopped at the threshold of the door for a brief moment. You knew that she did not want to leave you alone, but she would be unable to convince you. You were going to stick around until he came home.

Time seemingly passed as the tea in the teapot turned cold. You had barely touched the tea in the cup that Adelinde had served a while ago. The moon seemed to be moving down more and more. The exhaustion of not having slept yet was getting to you. You’d put your head down on the desk to rest your eyes a bit when you heard the door opening once more. You looked up and half-expected it to be Adelinde, but you felt your heart stop when you saw it was Diluc. You remained quiet as he entered and dropped his sword on the ground.

Your husband looked at you in surprise and said, “(Y/N)?” You noticed that he looked extremely tired. His outfit seemed to be in disarray. The coat was dirtied with mud and you could only wonder if the red stains on his white shirt were his or the monsters that he had killed. His hair was disheveled. While you were concerned about his well-being, you had come too far to not confront him. “What are you doing up?”

“Waiting for you,” you said. “How’s the Darknight Hero doing?” You dropped the handkerchief onto the desk and you watched how your husband reacted. Immediate recognition of the handkerchief lit up on his face. He looked at you with a frown.

“(Y/N), it’s late. Why don’t we talk tomorrow?” Exhaustion weighed on his voice. It was your turn to frown.

“No,” you said softly, “I want answers, Diluc.” You had spent so much of the day going over many things in an endless loop. You wanted to know everything. His shoulders dropped and you bit your lip. You had no desire to argue with him. You just wanted to know. You stood up and moved around the desk to be standing in front of Diluc. “Are you the Darknight Hero?”

Your heart beat loudly as you waited for an answer. Then, “Yes.” The simple response was all that you needed to fully accept it. You closed your eyes and sighed deeply. You looked at Diluc.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Diluc?” you asked. “Do you not trust me?” Your voice cracked with the last question. It’d been the one thing that your mind had been circling back to the entire day. Lumine and Paimon knew that he was the Darknight Hero. Kaeya had figured it out. How many more people knew this information? How come he hadn’t told you?

Diluc gripped your hands, a surprising move, and said, “(Y/N), I do trust you. But I don’t want you caught up in all of this. I don’t want to cause harm to you. I…” He did not finish his sentence. You remained quiet. While you knew that he had good intentions, you hated that he had hidden a lot from you. You let go of one of his hands and placed your hand on his cheek.

“Diluc,” you said, “Isn’t it more dangerous for me to not be aware of what you are? Knowing all of this now, I can be more alert about everything. As much as I appreciate it, I would like to know who my beloved husband’s enemies are. What if you’re seriously hurt and we don’t know where you went? You can’t just rely on yourself, you fool! Look at you right now! Ready to keel over. Were you going to try and wrap up any wounds on your own?” You pointed to the darkening red stain on his white shirt. He looked down at it. You also noticed that he had gotten paler than when he came in.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“I don’t think that it was okay to hide this from you, Diluc. But….I understand why you did. Just..just tell me the next time that you head out to do whatever the Darknight Hero does. It’d be better to know than to be left in the dark. If anything happened to you…” You trailed off. The idea of anything bad happening to him made you greatly upset.

“I will,” he said. Suddenly, he seemed to lose his energy as he fell forward and into your arms. You panicked a little, but calmed down when you felt him gripping your waist gently. He was still conscious.

“Diluc, let’s sit you down. I’ll get some bandages and work on your wounds, okay?” you said as you sat him down. You were aware that he had some first aid in his office and looked around through one of the drawers and pulled out the bag. You hurried over to him and started to help him out of his coat and his shirt. You pulled out the cotton pads and poured out the wound cleaner. You kneeled to work on his wound.

“I’m sorry for causing you distress,” he whispered. You didn’t stop wiping away at the blood that came out. Your thoughts kept swirling around as you worked. Your concern for him being the Darknight Hero was well-warranted, it seemed. Your mixed feelings had mostly disappeared because he had admitted who he was. Your worry had only gotten worse as you worked on stopping the bleeding.

“I love you, you know? Of course I’d be worried about what you’re doing when you’re avoiding me! I’m just happy to have been able to catch you tonight. How would you have dealt with this?” you said. You pressed the cotton pad and breathed a sigh of relief when the bleeding stopped.

“I love you too,” he said. You smiled softly and pulled out the bandages to wrap them around him. His hand held onto your shoulder as you worked. Though he did not speak, he did wince at times as you wound up the cloth. You finished wrapping up the bandages, stood up, and kissed Diluc’s forehead.

“Now, how about we go to bed? You need rest.”

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Pretty in Pink - Part 2

Link to part 1

Summary: After the events down on the planet, you're not sure how to talk to Rex about it. But luckily, Fives and Echo are here to help.

Description: Things get steamy again in this one. Afab!Reader (no gendered language), foursome, double (or i guess triple) penetration (in both holes), unprotected sex (wrap it up fellas), some degradation, and a little bit of spanking

Rating: 18+ explicit

Pairings: Rex+Fives+Echo/Reader

Words: 7481 (literally i only just found out about this word count and uhhhh i don't know how this happened)

There aren’t enough hours in a day for all the work you have to get done. Since getting back to Coruscant, it's like you've been stuck in an endless meeting with every possible senator, advisor, administrator, or whatever title these politicians had chosen to use. The first few meetings had been important, but soon you had no real part in the discussions anymore and you just watched from the back of the room, exhausted.

It doesn't help that events from a certain planet keep replaying in your mind like a holovid stuck on a loop, glitching and catching on moments and phrases you should not be thinking about in the middle of a meeting room. The heat in your face and your anxiety about it make you even more tired, and after a week of these negotiations you're very glad when you can finally get home before dark for once.

The lights in your apartment automatically switch on when you open the door. The soft pink and orange hues from the sunset outside drape over your living room like a blanket and you spend a few minutes just looking out the window, admiring the view over the city, something you didn’t take as much time for as you should.

No matter how hard you try, it’s impossible to empty your mind these days. Your little … adventure with your three clone friends left its marks on you, both emotionally and physically. They’re fading now, but every time you see yourself in the mirror before showering they jump out at you: two rows of bruises on either side of your hips, unmistakably finger shaped. Rex’s handiwork. And the worst part is that it turns you on more than you’d ever care to admit.

You haven’t spoken to Rex at all since flying back on the shuttle. He had been in two of the same meetings as you, sure, but only awkward glances were exchanged, no words. It bothers you, having these feelings fester inside you, but you have no idea how to approach the subject. If you send him a comlink message, what are you even supposed to say? ‘Hey Captain, I think we should discuss how you fucked my kriffing brains out and then pretended it never happened?’

The day after you got back, Fives and Echo had been waiting for you after your checkup in the medbay, bless their hearts. You had all agreed to leave out the specifics of what had happened in your official reports, but a warning had been attached to that planet’s datalog. Avoid the pink flowers: toxic to most humanoids. With those two guys, you can laugh about it now, and you’re grateful for it. Fives seems more relaxed around you, more open. You haven’t forgotten that he called you beautiful, that he held your hand and brushed the hair out of your face. You see the way he looks at you, and it melts you, the way a hot cup of caf on a cold day does. But you just can’t seem to examine your feelings about Fives, not while Rex’s fire burns inside you so vigorously.

If you don’t talk to him soon, you probably never will, and you’re not sure you can take that. You get a glass of water from the kitchen and down it in one go before laying down on your couch, comlink in hand.

Should you call him? Leave him a holo message? Or just a text message? He’s probably very busy, probably doesn’t even have time to meet with you, but there’s no way you can talk it out over the com. The little device feels heavy in your hand as you type out the message ‘Can we talk?’, and your thumb hovers over the send button. What if he says no? Or just doesn’t reply? What if he’s trying to forget what happened, and bringing it up will just anger him? But he’d called you perfect, had fucked you like a man possessed. You look like such a good little whore. Those words won’t stop echoing in your mind.

You press your face into a throw pillow and groan. “Stupid clones,” you mutter to yourself. “Stupid, sexy clones.”

It’s only when the buzzer to your front door wakes you up that you notice you had dozed off in the first place. Quickly, you smooth out your clothes and flip the throw pillow over with the drool-stained side down. You're not expecting any guests -- you were too tired to make plans this week -- so you're frowning when you open the door.

Your frown turns into a surprised smile when you see Fives and Echo standing in front of you. Their helmets are tucked under their arm, and Fives is holding a bottle of something that looks like alcohol, while Echo has a plain white box in his hands.

"Hey there, sunshine," Fives says with a sheepish grin that nestles itself in your heart.

"Guys! What's all this?"

“Hope this isn’t a bad time,” Fives starts, but Echo interrupts him.

“Fives wanted to-” A sharp look from his friend makes him rephrase his sentence. “Fives and I wanted to check up on you.”

“We saw you in one of the meeting rooms today, and you looked tired, so- oh, not that you look bad, you still look great, just-” You laugh, and that puts Fives at ease. He smiles back at you.

“You’re really too sweet. Please, come in.”

You step aside to let your friends into your home, both of them still wearing their armor. They must have come here right after their shift, and it warms your heart that they chose to see you instead of getting their well-earned rest.

“Brought you something,” Fives says, handing you the bottle he’s holding. “Thought you might like a drink.” It‘s a familiar bottle to you, the most common type of Corellian Red on the market, and one of your favorites, which Fives remembered.

“Aw, you shouldn’t have. But you’re absolutely right. I could really use a drink.”

Echo’s white box happens to be the best kind of box: a cake box, and time flies by while the three of you eat cake and empty the wine bottle. It’s nice, really nice, to just hang out like this. Despite the unspoken truth between you and Fives, it doesn’t feel awkward -- instead it draws something giddy and flirtatious out of you, though that may be in part due to the wine. One third of a bottle isn’t enough to get you drunk, but it’s definitely enough to get you tipsy, and soon enough you have your legs in Fives’ lap on the couch. He rubs circles on your calves with his thumb. He blushes. Echo laughs. The whole thing is adorable.

For the second time tonight, the buzzer of the front door interrupts you. This time, aided by the buzz of alcohol, you’re a lot more relaxed as you make your way across the room, glass in hand. There’s music playing from a concert on your holoscreen -- you don’t know the song or the singer, but the rhythm puts a spring in your step and there’s a smile on your face when you open the door.

Your expression shifts to one of open-mouthed confusion when you are met with another set of blue and white plastoid armor, worn by the man you so desperately wanted to talk to earlier today. And that's not all -- clutched in Rex's hands is a beautiful bouquet of yellow and white flowers, perfectly arranged like it's come straight out of a holo-ad for one of those high-end florists from Naboo.

You're speechless. Absolutely floored. Not just by the fact that Captain Rex brought you flowers, but that he decided to do this now, tonight, after ignoring you for over a week and- oh no. Did you accidentally send that comlink message? Is that why he's here? You would never even have considered sending it if you knew you'd have company tonight, but Rex doesn't know that and now he's here and so are Fives and Echo and every possible explanation you can give will bring trouble.

Blood rushes to your head as you try to think of something to say, but Fives and Echo beat you to it.

"Captain!" they exclaim in almost perfect unison while they jump up from their seats.

"Captain…" you repeat, at a loss for any other words. "I- I wasn't expecting-" You can't finish your sentence. Rex looks like he's going through all stages of grief simultaneously -- jaw tightening, brows furrowing, while his gaze darts between you and the clones behind you.

"I'll come back another time."

“No!” you say before you can stop yourself, “I mean, you’re welcome to come have a drink?” It’s embarrassing, the sheepish way you’re smiling at him, but he did just bring you flowers.

“Are those for me?” you ask, gesturing at the bouquet. Rex looks at the flowers like he had temporarily forgotten he was holding them, then hands them over to you.

“Yes. I hope you uh,” he hesitates, “are feeling better.”

“I am, thank you.”

This is unbearable. You want to scream, to either pull him inside or slam the door in his face, anything to make this painful situation end. You can feel Fives’ eyes burn into you from behind you, knowing that you have to explain why his kriffing Captain is bringing you flowers, when you can’t even explain it to yourself.

“So do you w-” you begin to invite Rex inside, pointing your thumb towards the living room, but he starts speaking at the same time.

“I’ll talk to you later. Goodnight. Troopers.”

With a curt nod and a sharp turn, he marches down the walkway, away from you.

You rush over to the low table next to your couch where you left your comlink and after you lay the bouquet down you check your message history. The words ‘Can we talk’ are still blinking up at you from the bottom of the display, unsent. The whole thing was a kriffing coincidence.

“So,” Echo says, pressing a button on the holoscreen to mute it, “what just happened?”

You groan as you let yourself drop down on the couch. Fives sits back down next to you, but his posture isn’t as relaxed as it was a few minutes ago.

“I don’t know if I should talk about it,” you say softly, burying your face in your hands.

"He …" Fives sighs deeply and turns his body towards you. "He also got involved back on that planet, didn't he?"

You nod without looking up. No point in lying about it now, and besides, it was Rex who decided to be weird about the whole thing.

"Said so, didn't I?" Echo says.

"Kriff, yeah, you were right. I really must've slept through it."

Now you sit up, bouncing your gaze between the two of them. “You knew?” you ask, confused.

“Not for sure,” Echo replies, “I stepped away for half an hour or so to fix the transmitter. But something was different about the Captain when I got back.”

Yeah, you could say that. It would’ve been a lot easier if he hadn’t been so secretive about the whole thing.

"I wanted to talk to him about it, but I thought he was avoiding me… Well, until-"

"Until he showed up unannounced at your apartment with flowers," Fives interrupts. There’s a small grin on his face as he shakes his head. "Stars, he's hopeless. We should give him some pointers."

Pointers? He wants Rex to be, what? Better at courting you?

“Wait… I thought-”

“I’d be jealous? Eh, a little, I can’t deny that. But one thing you need to know about clones,” Fives says with a knowing look to Echo, “is that we’re very good at sharing.”

His words make your face burn, your cheeks feel like the twin suns of Tatooine with how hot they are, and your breath hitches in your throat.

Echo chuckles at your reaction and moves to sit down on the couch as well. Stars, why was it making you so flustered to be sandwiched between the two of them?

“Fives was right. You really are cute when you get nervous.”

“I’m always right,” Fives jokes in return, “but more importantly…” He leans over and gently presses his thumb and index finger against your chin, turning your head to look at him. “Would you like that, sunshine? The three of us sharing you?” His thumb now grazes over your bottom lip. If he keeps this up, you might forget how to speak. Or forget your own kriffing name.

“Y-yes,” you whisper.

“Good.” He holds your gaze lovingly, his eyes darting down to your bottom lip. You’re hoping he might kiss you, but then he takes his hand away and smiles slightly.

“Better ask the Captain to come back, then.”

You fumble with your comlink and almost drop it while you type your new message to Rex. ‘Please come back. We want to talk to you.’ That’s the line you all agreed upon.

“While we wait…” Echo leans closer to you and lowers his voice. “Fives here never shuts up about wanting to kiss you.”

“Echo!” Fives hisses, embarrassed.

“Sooo,” you say, turning to him with a bashful grin, “what are you waiting for, then?”

Fives blinks a few times, and then with one swooping motion he pulls you into his lap, and puts his mouth to yours. His lips are sweet from the cake and the wine, his hands warm as he holds onto your waist. He’s firm and soft at the same time and it’s perfect -- until you move slightly and part of his armor pinches your skin, making you wince.

“Okay, you better take this off now,” you say, tapping one of his thigh plates with your fingernail, “or someone’s gonna get hurt.”

“That a promise?” Fives mutters against your cheek, making you giggle.

It’s touching how much care they put in taking off their armor. Just by watching them undress you can tell how important it is to them, almost sacred. They put every piece neatly on top of the other in the same way, like they were taught precisely how. Soon they stand before you in their tight black underclothes, still completely covered, but softer to the touch. The stretchy fabric doesn’t hide much. In fact, it accentuates the shape of their muscles and, well, other parts. You chew on your lip while you watch them move closer to you.

“Your turn, sunshine,” Fives states. “Let’s give the Captain a little surprise when we open the door for him.”

A small whine escapes your lips when you process his words, but you gladly oblige. As soon as you stand up from the couch, they’re on either side of you, so close it’s almost dizzying. They help you undo the clasps on your outfit and soon enough, you’re left only in your underclothes. Nothing fancy -- it was supposed to just be a regular work day when you got dressed this morning -- but at least it was a matching pair. Fives can’t seem to help himself and nuzzles his face into your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses that send shivers down your spine and he makes his way back up past your jaw, until he captures your mouth again. His second kiss is more intense, deeper, hotter, and as his tongue moves against yours, you feel the wetness between your thighs increasing. While Fives kisses you, Echo runs his fingers down your breastbone softly, before brushing them over your nipples through the thin fabric of your bra. He’s gentle, like he doesn’t want to distract you from Fives’ kiss, but it still makes you shiver, the hairs on your arms standing up with the thrill of it.

And then, the buzzer again. When Echo goes to open the door, you instinctively want to turn around, too shy to face Rex in your state of undress, but Fives holds you with your back to his chest and his hands on your shoulders, rubbing them softly. He presses a kiss to your temple.

When the door swings open, your eyes meet Rex’s almost instantly.

"What's going on?" Rex asks, but his voice isn't demanding. Quite the opposite, there's almost a quiver in it as his gaze moves over your body, then quickly away again.

Echo leads him into the room by the back of his arm and smirks.

"Well, Captain, Fives and I have a little … gift for you, if you want to join us."

"We know you got involved, sir. With the toxin situation. No need to be ashamed. In fact, I think we can all benefit from this situation." Fives’ mouth comes up right next to your ear and you can feel the tickle of his goatee. "Why don't you tell him what you told us?" Fives whispers to you. Kriff, he wants you to proposition Rex? Out loud?

"I-I… well…" Alright, breathe, you can do this. You know what you want.

"I want… I want all three of you."

Rex’s eyes seem to darken, his posture heavy when he walks over to you. Fives lets go of you now, taking a step back to give the two of you more space.

"Stars," Rex breathes, "y-you're sure?"

"I'm sure." To help ease his doubts, you trace a path up his armor with your hands, resting your arms around his neck, and kiss him. He seems frozen for a second against your lips, but then he returns your kiss eagerly, warm hands grazing over your hips. When he touches you, his breath hitches, remembering you are near-naked in front of him. He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against yours.

“I felt- I thought I had taken advantage of you. You were so vulnerable, and I was- I couldn’t control myself, I was too rough-”

"Look," you say softly, turning around to show him the remnants of your bruises.

"Is that- did I do that? Kriff, I didn't intend to-"

You interrupt him. "You can do it again, if you want. Keep doing it, so they never fade.”

Rex swallows, but before he can reply you come up with a new idea.

"I want to thank the three of you for saving my life," you say, and you can't help the shy smile that graces your face as you unclasp your bra, shaking it off and revealing your breasts. You take Fives and Rex by the hand and look Echo in the eye sweetly as you lead the three of them to your bedroom.

"There's no need-" Fives interrupts, but you shush him with a finger to his lips.

"I'm going to thank you," you say more firmly this time. You press a quick kiss to his lips before sinking to your knees before him, your eyes lining up with the visible hard-on under his clothes. Your fingers find the waistband of his black compression pants and his briefs below them.

"Oh, stars, sunshine-" His words catch in his throat when you peel the fabric down, revealing his bare cock to you, exactly the way you remembered it. Fuck, you'd fantasized about this late at night, pushing your own fingers into your mouth, imagining how much their cocks might fill you. You can't help but lick your lips before gently wrapping your hand around the base, drawing soft curses from Fives' lips. Your tongue finds the head of his cock, giving it a few kitten licks before letting your lips wrap around it. You hum contentedly as you let him enter further into your mouth, gently licking and sucking and reeling with pride whenever you draw a noise out of him. When you take him in as far as you can go without gagging, you feel his hand coming to rest on top of your head and you let him guide your pace.

"Fuck, your mouth feels amazing, sweetheart. You- you wanna show the other guys what you can do too?"

You whine when he takes his cock out of your mouth, but then you realize he meant show them right now, at the same time, because both Rex and Echo have taken their compression pants off (and Rex his armor, too) and you're greeted by two more of their cocks, hard and leaking and so close to your face.

"My lucky day," you joke, but your heart is beating fast with the knowledge you haven't exactly done this before. You just hope you can give all of them the attention they deserve.

Rex stands closest to you, and his cock twitches as you reach to hold it. His hips jerk forward when you press your tongue flat against the underside, tracing a vein that runs all the way along it. Just like Fives, he reaches for your head -- when you take one of his balls into your mouth and suckle on it softly, his fingers tighten their grip into your hair, his breath hitching with every stroke of your hand along his cock. After you give the other ball some attention, you move back to his cock, bobbing your head along it gently until he suddenly thrusts forward, hitting the back of your throat, making you gag.

"Kriff, sorry-"

But you persevere, spurred on to try and take him even deeper even with tears forming in your eyes. The sounds of you struggling to take him down your throat are joined with the sounds of Fives and Echo stroking their own cocks lazily on either side of you. It's lewd, but deliciously so, and your cunt throbs knowing that it's the sight of you that's turning them on.

You swallow around Rex's cock and he curses again, pulling himself out of your mouth.

"I won't l-last long if you keep that up, beautiful," he says, wiping some saliva mixed with precum away from your chin. Your stomach flutters at the pet name, a silly youngling feeling that feels unfitting to the current situation, but you find yourself wanting to hear it again and again.

Instead you turn again to take care of Echo, who seems to be enjoying himself -- his hand is wrapped tightly around the base of his cock and he smiles down at you.

"Your turn, mister," you tease, and a small chuckle escapes his throat.

"Stars, baby, you’re so cute."

Smiling, you lick up the sizable drop of precum that has formed at the head of his cock, drawing small circles around the opening with your tongue. Then much like before, you try to fit as much of him inside you as possible until you gag again -- the unpleasant feeling is somehow unbearably arousing to you, just knowing that his cock is so big, knowing your throat and jaw will hurt after, it sends lightning straight down between your legs.

"Look at me, baby," Echo coos fondly, "that's right, you like my cock, don't you, pretty eyes?"

You nod weakly, turning your attention back to the rhythm you had found while hollowing out your cheeks, when he pulls out of your mouth.

"Gotta keep it fair," he says with a grin while you feel a pair of hands turning you around again.

You service the three of them like this for a while, switching between their cocks while using your hands on the others. You must be an obscene sight, lips swollen and plump, saliva dribbling down your chin, and with every passing minute you're grinding your hips more and more, rubbing your legs together to find pleasure.

"Getting needy, aren't you, sunshine?" Fives teases, his voice raspy as you stroke his cock which is now slippery and shiny with precum and your spit. You hum around Rex, who has gotten to the point where he's thrusting shallowly into your mouth. Your gag reflex seems to have been conquered for the time being. They do say practise makes perfect.

It's Rex who comes first with a groan, his cum filling your throat while he holds your head in place, your nose grazing the hairs around the base of his cock.

"Fuck," Fives says, his hand finding the back of your head, "open your mouth, sweetheart, that's it." You swallow as much of Rex's cum as you can in one go, then open your mouth wide, tongue sticking out. Rex lines himself up with your tongue, pumping his own cock in quick hard motions. He cums with a low, rumbling sigh and his release ends up mostly on your tongue, with some of it on your nose and cheek. Before you realize it, you hear Echo curse beside you and he also finishes, his cum landing on your face and chest, like a marking you're all too happy to wear.

The three of them seem pretty out of breath, and Rex sits down on your bed with a sigh. "Stars," he breathes, pulling the high collar of his shirt away from his neck to let in some cool air. "That was some kind of thank you."

It makes you giggle. He seems more at ease now, having been convinced by the benefits of this arrangement.

Seeing the three of them panting and sweating in your bedroom sends another molten shot of arousal straight to your cunt and you realize your underwear must be soaked by now.

Fives must have realized you were rubbing your legs together, a teasing edge appearing in his voice. "I think you enjoyed that just as much as we did, didn't you? Did that get you wet?"

"Mhm," you admit coyly, "very."

"I think we should do something about that."

With a yelp from you, Fives pulls you up off the floor with ease and you crash into his chest with his nose pressed into your hair.

"Why don't you lie down and let us take care of you?"

Your face turns hot and your cunt throbs with anticipation at his words. But there's one thing that needs to happen first. All of them are still a lot more dressed than you are.

"Shirts off first, all of you," you say with a grin, which they all return.

"Yes, general," Echo jokes, peeling his sweat-soaked undershirt over his head. Now all of them are naked before you, and you can see the differences in their bodies. Echo, despite being the lithest of the three, has the most defined musculature. Fives is slightly broader in the shoulders but narrower at the hips, and seemed to have a little bit of an edge in the body hair department. Rex is the broadest overall, and also the most scarred, with gashes and blaster burns all over his chest, arms, and back. All three of them are beautiful, perfect, and somehow in your bed.

You get comfortable on the mattress, back propped up against a pillow. Surprisingly, it's Rex who finds his way over to you first, the mattress dipping under his knees. He puts his hands (big, warm, calloused) on your knees and spreads your legs so he can get between them.

"B-been wanting to taste you for so long," he says, his voice a dark rumble that strikes you in your core.

"You better take what you want then, Captain." You're not sure where the daring edge in your tone comes from, but after just making three men come with just your hands and mouth, some confidence has gathered in your chest.

Rex slides your underwear off and spreads your lower lips with his thumbs, and you can hear him suck in a breath. Fives sits down on the bed next to you and chuckles.

"Naughty, so wet from sucking dick." You give him a playful nudge which turns into a desperate grasp the moment Rex starts licking your slit in long lines, his tongue putting pressure on your clit repeatedly.

"Oh, fuckkkk-" you moan, your head falling back onto Fives' shoulder. Echo has now sat down on the other side of you and has taken it upon himself to lazily stroke and pinch at your nipples, the small licks of pain making you whine louder. Rex's pace is relentless, not gentle at all, and you find yourself on the edge much sooner than expected. Your nails dig into Fives' arm when Rex adds his fingers into the mix, pumping them in and out and curving them to hit the perfect spot while he sucks hard on your clit until you see-

"Stars!" you cry out, your hips lifting themselves off the bed as you buck into his tongue, your first orgasm of the night hitting you hard and deep. Rex keeps his tongue pushed against you for a while longer, until you come down from your high, slumping back down into the mattress with your breathing heavy and your skin shiny.

"Didn't know you knew how to do that, Captain," Echo jokes, still playing with your tits almost absentmindedly.

Rex wipes some of your slick off his face with the back of his hand and grins. "There's a lot you don't know about me."

When he sits back up, you can't help but notice he's well on his way to being hard again -- so are the others. There's a glimmer of pride in your chest at the moan Fives lets out when you wrap your hands around his cock again. You roll over, knees tucked under you, and bend down to wrap your lips around him again. In this position, you realize your ass is up in the air at an inviting angle, and you spread your knees a little further apart to give the man behind you a good view. It works, because it only takes a few seconds for Rex to grab your ass roughly with both his hands. His fingers line up with the bruises he left there before, and you hope he remembered your plea for their renewal.

"Look at you… you need a cock to fill you up, don't you, sweetheart?”

You hum around Fives’ cock in response, who fists his hand in your hair.

“Or maybe…” Rex’s voice is dark and rumbling, a sound that goes straight to your cunt, but that’s not where he touches you next. His thumb brushes over your exposed asshole and you stop moving your hips instantly in surprise. "... more than one? Think you could do that for us?"

You let Fives' cock slide out of your mouth to reply, spit and precum leaving a stringy trail between you. "Yes, please, I'll be so good for you," you whine, wanting nothing more than precisely that, to be good, to be of use to them, to make them feel good because they deserve it, and you're giddy and proud that they want this from you and no one else.

There's a bottle of oil in your nightstand for occasions like these -- a gift from a friend months ago who swears by this brand, but you hadn't gotten much use out of it yet. After all his nervousness earlier, you were surprised Rex took charge now, although you suppose he had just needed some time to settle into this commanding role that seemed to come so naturally to him in everyday life. The three of them briefly discuss among themselves how they should take you, but you have a hard time paying attention to the specifics. You bite your lip at the thought of the three of them filling all of you, and you can't help but sneak your hand between your legs to put some pressure onto your throbbing clit.

"Uh-uh," Fives tuts at you with a crooked smile, "none of that, now." He grabs the offending hand first and then the other so you can't touch yourself anymore. He laughs when you pout, and it makes you want to kiss the corners of his mouth. "C'mere," he says, pulling you forward to straddle his lap, his erection pressed between your bellies. It feels good, being this close to him, your skin against his. His smirk is still there and so you do steal a kiss, softly rutting against him just to feel him moan into your mouth. "How about the two of us stay like this," he says in your ear, pulling you tighter towards him with a hand on your lower back, "and I get to see your pretty little face while the other guys fuck your ass, hm?" Oh stars above, nothing coherent can leave your mouth in response to that. You press your face into the crook of Fives' neck and whine a breathy please that makes him chuckle. "Alright then sunshine, up you get." His strong hands lift you upwards so you can position yourself over his cock. Like it's the best thing he's ever felt, his eyes flutter closed when you sink down onto him, giving an experimental roll of your hips that tightens his grip on your waist.

"Fuck, I forgot how fucking hot your pussy is," he groans, and you can tell he's exerting some self control not to start fucking your brains out right away. You feel another warm hand on your back and turn to catch a glimpse of Echo.

"Yeah, Fives, you do know how to pick 'em," he jokes softly, but there's something different about him -- out of the three of them, you keep feeling like Echo might not have been attracted to you as much, like he might be happier with some girl from 79's, but now… You wonder if he reeled his feelings in so he wouldn't hurt his friend-- no, maybe that was just your vanity talking. Regardless, you pull Echo in for a short kiss while slowly starting to move with Fives inside you.

The sound of the glass bottle opening behind you gives you goosebumps. Rex's silence feels like the calm before the storm, and you hold your breath in anticipation. The liquid is a little cold when it trickles onto your skin, and you notice Rex also put a generous amount on his hand as he spreads it out, circling your little hole with his thumb. He works one finger into you gently, but you can feel the stretch and you cling onto Fives' shoulders.

"You alright, sunshine?" he asks and you nod, soothed by his voice and the circles Echo is rubbing on your back. Rex works you open gradually with his fingers, adding more oil when needed while Fives whispers words of encouragement into your ear. He keeps his hips painfully still -- your cunt throbs around him and you know he can feel it, too, but he doesn't budge, not yet.

“You’re doing so well, sunshine. Do you think you’re ready?”

“Mmhm,” you murmur against the skin of his shoulder.

“Ask Captain Rex nicely, then.”

You tilt your head up to look at him in slight bewilderment, only to find a playful smirk on his face. Before you can think of what to say, Rex starts slowly pulling his fingers out, grazing them along the sensitive skin in and around your ass, and you whine as you bury your face in Rex’s neck again.

“P-please, captain,” you cry, “please, please.”

His hands firmly dig into your asscheeks, rough and purposeful.

“Please what?”

Your words come out stifled and choked, both held back by your embarrassment to say something so filthy out loud, and shaken up by desire.

“Please fuck my a-ass, I need your cock, Rex, please!”

“Well done, sweetheart,” he says in that low voice that makes you quiver. He lines his cock up with your ass and you can’t help but buck your hips back slightly. His hands take hold of your sides and he starts pushing himself in, splitting you open easily with the help of the oil.

You’re full, so very full, and it’s so much, on the edge of being painful but not quite. Every part of your skin that touches one of your lovers is on fire, burning with arousal like it did when you had those toxins in your body, but better, now that your mind is sound. Whenever you think he can’t go any deeper, he does, and all you can do is hold onto Fives, digging your nails into his skin in the process.

“Fuck, stars, you take me so well,” Rex says behind you.

Echo pets your hair softly. “How’s it feel, baby?”

“F-feels good,” you respond, your words slurring together. Now both Fives and Rex are holding still with you in between them. The waiting is unbearable, like when the ocean pulls back before its biggest waves, and you are waiting for the water to crash.

The smallest roll of your hips is all it takes -- Rex groans as he pulls out about halfway, then thrusts back into you. From below you, Fives starts tilting his hips upwards, and you feel your cunt getting wetter around his cock. With the way you’re lying forwards on his chest, your clit rubs against him every time Rex slams his hips forwards. They move faster and faster, their skin slapping against yours and all you can do is sob, warm tears of pleasure mixing with sweat as they roll down your cheeks.

You can take more. You want to take more, and you look up at Echo through your wet lashes, reaching out for him, trying to find your words.

“Echo,” you whine softly, “my mouth, you can-”

You don’t have to tell him twice. He shifts so his cock is directly in front of your face instantly, unbearably hard and leaking. Your mouth opens almost instinctively, tongue lolling out to taste as much of him as possible.

Rex chuckles behind you as each thrust of his hips forces Echo’s cock further down your throat as you moan around him.

“Seems I was right the first time,” he says, not halting his speed even a little bit, “you really are a good little whore, aren’t you?”

Fuck, why do those words turn you on so much? Being called names was never something you wanted, but the way he said it, in that fucking delicious voice of his, it set you on fire and makes your cunt clench eagerly.

“Kriff, you liked that, didn’t you? Got all tight around me.”

Your mouth is too full of Echo’s cock to answer, but your throat lets out a noise that Echo clearly likes, because he moans and his strong hand finds purchase on your scalp. They fuck you mercilessly, all three of them pounding and thrusting into your body while you bounce on Fives’ cock and grind your clit against him. There is a deep focus to it, this steady rhythm while holding Echo’s cock into your mouth, but it feels so good and so complete, all of you moving together, thinking of nothing else but chasing the pleasure building in your cunt, and once you start slamming your hips down at the same moment Fives thrusts his up, it’s like the ocean wave crashing into the shore with full force, dragging you along with it. You come hard, a white-hot orgasm that shakes you to your core. You let Echo’s cock slip out of your mouth the moment you scream, and Five holds you against his chest where you can hear the pounding of his heart.

Fives halts the relentless thrusting of his hips for a moment, but not Rex -- he gives you not a moment of rest as he uses your ass with the same ferocity he used your cunt back on that planet.

“Fuck, fuck,” he swears behind you, “I’m gonna fucking- gonna cum, gonna fill this t-tight little ass up, would you like that? You wanna take my cum like a g-good little whore?”

“Yes, please, Rex,” you sob in reply.

He buries his cock deep inside your ass, his grip on your hips so tight it hurts, and then suddenly you feel a hand in your hair at the back of your head. Rex grabs a handful of hair and pulls, lifting your head up and back. He keeps you there while he coats your insides with his release, swearing throughout it, before letting you fall back onto Fives’ chest.

Echo stands up from the bed the second Rex pulls out of you and switches places with him.

“You can take a little more, can’t you, baby?” Echo says, lining his cock up with your ass. Some incoherent noise comes out of you as an answer, and Echo pushes in. Rex has opened you up enough for him to enter you easily, but knowing he’s fucking Rex’s cum back inside of you fans the flames in your belly and you can’t help but start bucking your hips back to feel it more, while Fives’ cock is still hot and throbbing in your cunt.

“Look at you,” you hear Rex say, “you can’t get enough of it, can you? Fucking yourself on two cocks at the same time, and looking so pretty doing it.”

“Mmm,” Fives agrees, and you can hear he’s trying to keep his composure but his breathing is ragged as he comes closer to his own release, “such a pretty little cockslut.”

The way they talk to you spurs you on, which they probably intended, and you start riding Fives like your life depends on it, pushing your upper body up a little straighter so you can look at him. He’s beautiful like this, face flushed, beads of sweat between his knitted brows while he intensely chases his pleasure. As soon as you look him in the eye he grabs the back of your head to pull you down, your forehead to his forehead, your nose to his nose, his eyes closed.

“You’re so f-fucking perfect,” he mutters, then lets out a long groan while he spills inside you, his head crashing backwards into the pillow. Echo’s thrusts get shorter and faster now and you buck back against him, wanting to give everything you still have left inside you. Rex’s hand sneaks up between your body and Fives’ to find your clit.

“Cum one more time, sweetheart, I know you can, with two cocks inside you.”

It’s too much -- you want to, but you don’t know if you can, don’t you if you’re even capable.

“I-I can’t, I-” you try to plead, but he rubs your clit roughly and you sob, hot tears wetting your cheeks. Echo tenses up behind you and you know he’s going to finish soon but-

Slap.

Rex’s hand comes down and strikes your asscheek so hard you squeal.

“I said cum.”

You do. You can’t explain it, but you do, an almost painful orgasm coursing through you while the sting of the strike lingers. A curse leaves your mouth but is caught by Fives’ lips pressing to yours and his tongue in your mouth. Echo spills his release into your ass with a moan, and with all three of their loads inside you, you have never felt so full.

After Echo pulls out, you climb off of Fives and let yourself fall backwards onto the mattress, every inch of you covered in sweat. Rex leans over to move some hair out of your face.

“Was that too much?” he asks, and the gentleness in his voice is almost heartbreaking.

“No,” you answer, a blissful smile on your face from how unbelievably good you’ve been fucked, “that was just right.” He leans over to press a kiss to your forehead, and you feel an ever so slight trace of stubble on his jaw, less than a day’s growth. You’ve never thought about him shaving, but you’d like to watch him do it, some day. Fives sits up, grabs your hand and puts it to his lips, pressing a firm kiss to your knuckles. Moments later, Echo appears with a towel from your closet and starts cleaning you up, dabbing the cloth between your thighs where their cum has started trickling out of you.

“So,” you start, grinning playfully “are we even, now?”

Rex chuckles and gets up off the bed to find his underclothes -- no doubt duty will call for him again soon. You feel so, so lucky, that these three men have chosen to spend what little free time they have with you, and a warmth spreads through your chest as you look at them, eyes half-lidded from drowsiness.

“Not a chance,” he jokes, stepping into his briefs.

Fives lets go of your hand and strokes your cheek with his thumb, grinning down at you, and Echo, too, has a smile on his face. Rex kisses your forehead one more time.

“You won’t get rid of us that easily.”

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