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Checkmate - A Roman Reigns One-Shot

The new Smackdown GM reminds the Tribal Chief who’s boss, in more ways than one. The aftermath of the highly entertaining WrestleMania 40 Press Conference.

Pairing: Roman Reigns/OC

Word Count: 5.9k

Warning: Smut

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Answer your fuckin phone.

She's been expecting his text message, to add to the half-dozen missed calls he's already deluged her phone with. His WrestleMania plans were thrown into disarray tonight and for some reason he thinks she has something to do with it.

Too bad she doesn't give a fuck what he thinks.

I'm calling you one more time. You better pick up.

So bossy. Always has been. But he knows damn well who the boss really is. When her phone springs to life again with his beautiful face snarling at her through the screen, she rolls onto her back with a heavy sigh, smooths down her oversized t-shirt and presses the green button, waiting to hear his deep voice on the other end of the line.

"What the fuck, Joy!"

Damn. Even when he's pissed, he sounds sexy as hell; it's the same menacing timbre he adopts when he's folding her up and turning her out. The memory makes her hot between her thighs.

"Reigns." Her voice is calm and steady despite the thumps of her heart, calling out to him even when she doesn't want it to.

"Why was Cody there tonight? Hmm?" he demands, his temper simmering beneath his words. "I coulda sworn he agreed to step aside for Dwayne. Why he change his mind? Did you have something to do with it? What'chu say to him, huh?"

She extends her left hand to inspect her ombre-colored acrylic nails. "Calm your tits. I don't control Cody's actions, I'm Smackdown's GM, not Raw's. He won the Rumble and he has the right to choose who he wants."

"Don't patronize me, Joy! Rock and I were a done deal!"

"You sound tense, Reigns. Paranoid, even," she smirks, "Worried you can't beat the American Nightmare a second time? Besides, you heard the fans...they wanna see you and him-"

"Bullshit!" he cuts her off. "This wasn't about no fans. You wanted this and I know why. You saw the pictures of me and Venita over Christmas and you been in your feelings ever since."

It's a predictable, childish response, and though there's some truth to it, she dismisses its immature delivery. "What you do with your bitch is your business. You are marrying her, after all," she says coolly, hearing him bristle at the other end.

"See? We ain't had a civil conversation since those photos got out. I know exactly how you feel about her, so tell me I'm lying."

"Don't ever question my ability to separate business from pleasure. You are walking proof of that," Joy warns him. "My problem is with you questioning my authority, with your silly little threats and your temper tantrums. You did it leading up to the Rumble and I'll be damned if I let it happen again. In case you forgot, I run Smackdown now. You work for me. The Mania match is scheduled, so your ass better show up in Philly, you understand me?"

A long, tense moment crawls by.

"Are you done?" he says, sounding bored.

"No. Whatchu gon' do about it?" Joy challenges.

"You looked hot as fuck in that dress tonight."

She rolls her eyes. Of course he deflects. But it's not going to work this time. She wants him to feel as frustrated as she has been over the last couple of months. "Ain't your fiancée over there with you?" she retorts, her tone clipped and snarky.

"She's in the Hamptons. And even if she was here, that ain't never stopped us anyways," he calls her out.

"Whatever." As flippant as she's tried to be about it, she is growing tired of the same old song and dance between her and Roman. She's allowed him to juggle her and Venita, and she blames herself for not leaving him alone when he chose to stay with her. Perfect, pretty little naive Venita. The IG influencer extraordinaire whose only two cares in life are her follower count and the picture-perfect aesthetics of the 'Roman & Venita' brand.

Whatever helps her sleep at night, I guess.

Joy had wondered just how perfect they really were the first time she saw the couple backstage in the Thunderdome, with Venita looking bored as hell the entire time she was there. It was clear that she had no interest in Roman's world, and Joy told him just that. Certain she would be fired on her first day for opening her big mouth, he had merely laughed and agreed, and it was then she found out she was his producer for the upcoming Bloodline saga. Onscreen, they created magic with the now legendary Tribal Chief storyline, but the magic they soon began making behind the scenes and between the sheets was even better and way too hot for TV.

She's never had time to be ashamed of inserting herself in someone else's relationship, mainly because her career has accelerated to the top of WWE's creative hierarchy. Plus, she's not about to give up such great sex, not with a stroke game that superb and a libido as high as her ambitions. Sometimes she wishes she doesn't have to share him, but she accepts that she can't have it all. After all, she already lords over the A-show as Smackdown's General Manager, meaning she is virtually unstoppable now, with money, power, and most importantly, the balls of the biggest star in the industry in the palm of her hand. Literally.

But he's pissing her off right now.

"Look, I want us to talk. Come see me." He's turned on the charm but Joy refuses to fall for it.

"What I want is an apology for your constant disrespect ever since I became GM," she replies, "I told you; I don't give a damn that we're fucking. Do not make an enemy out of me, Roman."

The Tribal Chief sighs heavily. "Look. You're right. Let me make it up to you. Come to my room so we can talk things out."

"No. You just want pussy."

"That too," he snickers.

Joy bites her lip as she idly circles her middle and ring finger over her pussy lips. She had no prior plans to touch herself, but listening to his deep, haughty voice has sparked a throbbing between her thighs that needs urgent attention. "Right. Well, I don't feel like leaving my room. This bed is way too comfy," she emphasizes.

"Mine is comfier. Are you alone?" he asks.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Woman, you better not be givin' my pussy to nobody else," he growls, making her laugh.

"You're hilarious. My pussy is mine and mine alone, no matter how good you beat it and eat it," she reminds him, her smile widening as she hears him taking deep breaths, trying to compose himself.

"I see that you get off on testing my patience. Does that turn you on, baby girl? Hmm? Does it make that pussy wet? I bet you wet right now." His voice drops an entire octave at that last part, and she bites her lip to keep from moaning when her slick honey pools around her fingers.

"I might be," she gasps.

"Then bring your ass over here and let me take care of it."

Joy huffs, determined to resist him for as long as she can. "I can take care of myself, Reigns. Matter of fact, I'm doing just that as we speak..."

"Aww, babe, don't be touchin' on my pussy without me," he grumbles. His frustration makes her grin in triumph. She holds all the cards and she's enjoying listening to him squirm.

"I wanna see you, beautiful. We ain't been together in so long. I miss you," Roman continues.

"Is that right?"

"Uh huh. Don't you miss me, Joy? Don't you miss this dick? It definitely misses you. Listen..."

The slippery, sticky sound that follows his words is unmistakable, and her heart pounds in her chest at his soft groan. The image of him lying in his bed, probably naked, jerking off to her, makes her stomach flip and her pussy spasm beneath her fingers. The tension crackles over the phone, simmering with the same intensity as though he were right there in person.

"Hear that, baby? That's how bad I need you. Come over." His silky-smooth whisper finally loosens the last thread of control she has held onto tightly up to this point. She knows that ultimately, she won't deny him...she never does because she can't, and he knows that.

"Gimme ten minutes," she relents.

"Make it five."

"I said, ten. Text me your room number." Cutting the call before he can respond, she leaves her bed and searches for a couple of accessories to wear. After a quick check in the mirror, she picks up her phone and sees he's already sent her his room number. The thought of what is about to transpire hastens her flight out of the room, the dead of night no match for her rapidly burning need for him. She has since accepted that she will always need him, too.

His door swings open seconds after she knocks, and a surprised yelp escapes her when he yanks her inside and tugs her flush against him. He is barefoot, in gray sweatpants slung low on his hips, and shirtless to show off the majesty of his massive, inked chest. Joy meets his loaded stare head-on as he drinks in her own appearance. She is in one of his old Nike hoodies that she swiped from him and never gave back, with the open zipper in the middle showing the swell of her breasts underneath. Long pastel-pink stockings run up to her brown thighs with gray Crocs on her feet. As his eyes crawl hungrily up and down her frame, her body thrums with realization at just how hard he is, his sizable erection poking her lower belly. Despite their back-and-forth, it's no mistake that she intoxicates him, and that power thrills her.

"Like what you see, champ?" she asks, staring him down for his response.

Roman's moan is ragged as he clamps his huge paw around her throat and covers her mouth with his, and she instantly melts in his arms, her nerves alight from his touch. She is swept up in the softness of his lips, the sweetness of his taste that contrasts erotically with his aggressiveness and the eager, hungry flicking of their tongues as the kiss heats up. He feels wonderfully warm and smells incredible like he always does.

Reluctantly, his mouth retreats from hers and he tucks his face in the hollow of her neck. He nuzzles his cheek against her skin and inhales the fragrance he's missed so much, her hushed moan caressing the depths of his senses.

"You a vindictive little bitch, you know that?" he mumbles, pressing a kiss to her throat.

"Only when I wanna be," she hums, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"You musta loved watching me lose my cool tonight," he adds, "I saw the look in your eyes on that stage when I got into it with those two bums. That shit turned you on. Your nipples were hard through your dress. And I'm sure that pussy was soaked."

Truth be told, seeing his cool calm composure collapse, with his long hair flying and cocky countenance as he talked shit to Cody and Seth, made her so wet she had to run into a restroom stall to take off her panties, forcing her to go commando for the rest of the night. She'll never admit it though; she never likes to give him the upper hand. "How do you know?" she challenges.

"Cuz I know you. I know everything about your body, sweetheart," Roman brags, "I know what you like, and I know you love testing me cuz it makes me wanna fuck the attitude outta you."

"So what are you waiting for?" She licks her glossy lips, full and pouting, goading him with her bedroom eyes. But the Tribal Chief can feel her body trembling, betraying her bravado. This time he has the upper hand and he plans to exploit it.

He pulls her hoodie over her head and his eyes immediately drop to the thin beaded belly chain adorning her slender waist, accentuating her delicious curves. Desire gleams in his brown irises at the sight of her bare breasts, the fleshy mounds popping out at him, her nipples hard and aching for his touch. "Fuck, you're sexy," he murmurs. He massages each one then leans down to lick and suck on them, his tongue and hands working together to pleasure her.

"Ooh, that feels good," she moans, placing her hair behind her ear to get a good look at him feasting on her nipples. Ever the multitasker, he grabs her white lace thong at the hem, yanking impatiently until it rips from her body. Joy bursts out laughing at his savagery. "I knew you was gon' fuck up my panties," she jokes.

"I replace 'em, don't I?" He abandons her breasts and kisses her again, this time sliding both hands down to her round backside and lifting her up to press her against the wall. The friction of their bare chests pressed together, nipples grazing, her legs wrapping around his waist and bringing them even closer, builds the desire. He grinds his throbbing hardness against the open heat between her thighs, and she gets him back by reaching inside his sweatpants and grabbing his dick, stroking the turgid flesh as it jumps in her grasp. "Mmm, baby you're so hard. Put it in me," she orders.

"Not yet," he cuts her off, his huge biceps flexing as he carries her across the lavish suite. "Come over here, you little slut. Come suck my dick in front of this great view of the Strip."

Next to the expansive window is an L-shaped sofa large enough for a good trip to Pound Town. As he takes off his pants, Joy can't stop herself from drooling at his towering form. Six foot three, bronzed Adonis with chocolate eyes, luscious hair, massive and muscled and all man, with a long, hefty cock pulsing between those powerful thighs. He looks like a demigod in all his glory, and she venerates at the altar of his beauty.

Roman settles himself at the other end of the sofa and eyes her down with a smug smirk. Tucking his hands behind his head, he spreads his legs. "Crawl to me," he commands, his smirk widening when she advances towards him on all fours. Joy is a work of art, with nicely sized titties, round hips, thick, mouth-watering thighs and ass and that fat pussy he dreams about at least once a day. Every part of her is real and silky soft to the touch. It's been years since he first tasted her, and he is still drunk off it. She is a potent drug he can't wean himself off of, and frankly, he doesn't want to. He loves Venita, but for all her prowess in bed, she does not possess a fraction of the wild thrill that encapsulates the woman before him. He wants Joy, needs her like he needs to breathe, and he always will. He will seek his fiancée's forgiveness when that day comes.

Joy slowly slithers up the length of his body, ignoring his erection for now as she straddles him and plants a long, wet kiss on his mouth, the sound of their lips meeting and parting filling the suite. Her hands caress the tight muscles of his body, having memorized all the spots that make his breath quicken and his pulse spike. He puts his hands on her hips, but she seizes them and pins them above his head without breaking stride, laughing when he moans out with frustration. She catches his tongue as it slides into her mouth, and she proceeds to suck on it, her head bobbing like she is sucking his dick. Saliva quickly gathers around their joined mouths as she feasts on only his tongue. It's the messiest, sloppiest, hottest kiss they've ever shared, and the tension is reaching fever pitch as a result.

"You want me to suck your dick like this, baby?" Joy asks. When Roman nods, she tugs his lower lip between her teeth. "Say it," she orders, her fingers digging into his wrists. Her hips are rolling too, moving in a seductive, serpentine dance that short circuits every fiber of his being. He can't move even if he wants to; his senses are pinned down to the bed along with his body. The Tribal Chief is helpless, forced to endure the sweetest agony, with the head of his dick grazing her wet slit and driving him insane. An uncharacteristic whimper deserts his lips as his blood pumps with agitation.

"Yes," he responds breathlessly.

"What's the magic word?" Joy presses. The mocking smirk gracing her pretty features should infuriate him, but it only arouses him instead.

"Please," he concedes, knowing full well that she will drag out the torture until he succumbs. With a triumphant smile and one more intoxicating kiss, she finally takes pity on him and makes the descent down his heaving body, soothing his butterscotch skin with soft kisses. As she nears his groin, his eyes squeeze shut, and he takes deep breaths to remain focused.

"You think you're in control, toying with two women's lives." Joy shakes her head. "Hell no. I'm in control, Roman. I own you. You're mine to do with however I want. And you know the best part?"

She closes her mouth over the tip of him, giving it a gentle suckle before driving home her point. "Deep down, you love that shit."

Roman merely grins. The power has shifted back in his possession and she doesn't even know it. He shows her when he strikes with lightning speed, grabbing her and twisting her around so her legs are on either side of his head. Stunned, Joy grabs his thighs to steady herself, as he's already grabbing handfuls of her ass while using his tongue to part her lower lips. Her body jerks from the warm fat wetness of his tongue lashing around her sensitive crevices, softening her up with his saliva. Heady with desire, she just lays there with his dick in her hand, too overwhelmed to do anything else but moan with pleasure.

A sudden, stinging smack on her left ass cheek jolts her back to earth.

"You gon' suck me off or what?" Roman demands impatiently before refocusing on his own task.

Regaining her senses, her mouth engulfs his length, her head bobbing with her wrist twisting around the base. She cups his balls and rolls them in her other hand, making him groan wantonly. Her mouth is warm and her pouty lips are tight around him, sliding up and down with her tongue trailing saliva along his hard flesh. He retaliates by spreading her pussy open and holding her down on him, sucking and licking her folds with rapid strokes and enjoying her sexy throaty sounds that mingle with the sloppy slurps of his mouth on her. The increased pressure on her sensitive pussy has her moaning and squirming against his face, which in turn floods his tongue with her taste. His appreciative groans while licking her in rhythm with her rolling hips sends shivers down her spine.

Mustering all the strength she possesses, Joy frees herself from his clutches and crawls back down his body, her juices smearing a slick trail along his torso as she guides his length inside her with impressive quickness. She moans out loud as he fills her, her head tipping forwards as his big palms paw at the supple flesh of her backside. Roman groans at the wetness that welcomes his dick as it disappears into the warm canal of her pussy. "Yeah, fuck me good, baby girl," he growls, slapping her ass in encouragement.

Holding onto his ankles, she rocks up and down his erection, winding her hips with each drop down to take him as deep as she can. His husky moans and his tight grip on her waist empower her. Joy seizes every chance she can to turn him into putty in her hands. Because the motherfucker never likes to relinquish control, always determined to break her down into submission; whether it's with his God-gifted tongue, or his huge hands choking her, or with that big ol' dick, fucking her against the wall of her office, bending her over the table in his locker room at TV, or making her ride him in the bowels of his private jet. It's fun taking control from him and showing him who's boss, on the job and especially outside of it.

"You love it when I ride this big dick dontcha? Got you deep in this pussy just the way you like it," she purrs haughtily, upping the ante by reaching down to grip his cock.

The Tribal Chief realizes she's on demon time to be stroking his dick while riding him. She looks so sexy on top of him, in them pretty waist beads and stockings. Her thick hips roll back lavishly, her even thicker ass presses down on his pelvis, grinding and twisting and nudging him all the way up in her creamy pussy. Damn. He loves the way she fucks him. Baby girl has mad skills and a juicy pussy, and he is glad to be the one she uses them on. "Go faster, baby. Bounce on my dick," he cajoles, massaging her ass cheeks and groaning softly when she obeys, "Uh-huh, just like that, babe, unnnh..."

She can almost see the look of pleasure on his face. She can definitely hear him as he tugs at the soft flesh of her butt, lost to the depths of her warm wetness, in the erotic sounds of their sex noises and their slapping skin filling the big room as she bounces on his dick. Another moan escapes her, her head tilting back as he angles his hips to make his dick reach that oh-so-sweet spot inside her. He smacks her ass again, earning yet another whimper from her lips as her juices trickle down his length down to his balls. Her thighs are starting to burn from her efforts, but she can't stop, not when she's so close...

"Uhhhn baby, I'm comin'," she gasps, leaning back to rest her hands on his chest as she gyrates her ass on him. Roman's breathing is as heavy as hers, his fingers digging into her hips to steer her movements. The sensations are overwhelming as her walls contract around him, her pussy moistening as she leans forward again and rides him even harder. Seconds later, a flooding orgasm bursts inside her with such power that it wracks her entire body with tremors. Through the thick fog of numbing pleasure, she hears Roman's surprised grunt as her cum leaks all over his groin area.

"Damn baby, you nuttin' all over me. I knew you been needin' this dick," he taunts her.

Truth be told, she wasn't expecting to come this hard, but fuck it always feels so good when she does. "Oh my god," her voice trembles, her hand clutching the headrest to keep from collapsing in a heap.

Roman spanks her again. "I ain't tell you to stop. Keep goin'..."

"Hol' up, you got me shakin' so much," Joy groans, her thighs still quivering. He is still deep inside her, his dick throbbing impatiently inside the warmth of her tight walls.

"If I take this shit over, you won't be able to walk in the morning, that's a promise," he threatens.

"Then quit talkin' and do that shit," she bites back, glaring at him over her shoulder.

"A'ight then." He pulls her backwards on top of him, with her back to his chest. He grabs her legs and holds her up by her knees, thrusting upwards into her, reveling in her surprised yelp that quickly dissolves into loud moans. This new position feels so good that she's whining and making noises that only seem to turn him on as he strokes in and out of her pussy from underneath, making her body react and remind her exactly why she's not leaving his trifling ass anytime soon.

"Uhnnn yes, Roman, fuck me," she whimpers over and over, her mind spiraling, her eyes rolling back. He is relentless, pulling her legs further back and pounding her faster, sparking another intense orgasm. She squirts so hard that she's left dizzy and boneless, causing her to slip off his sweat-slick body, a shivering crumpled mess. She curls up into a fetal position and gives in to the intense euphoria of her release. With a proud snicker, the Tribal Chief caresses all over her body, then rolls her onto her stomach, spreading her thighs to observe the damage he's inflicted on her pussy.

"We ain't finished," he informs her, tapping his hard, slickened dick against her soaked, puffy folds. She tenses and arches her back on instinct, anticipating his invasion. He smiles behind her, grabs her hips, and drags her limp body up and onto his hard, waiting dick. The moans they exhale together is a symphony that serenades the pair as he continues his hard, deep thrusts. With her hips in the air and her backside in his calloused palms, she is at his mercy yet again, and her vision swims at the feeling of him practically in her spine. She knows just how deep that big ass dick of his can get inside her, but it never fails to wipe her mind blank when it does.

"Oh, fuck," she mumbles into the couch, her face sinking further in it as he drills into her hard and rough. It hurts so good that it's quite literally taking her breath away. "Shit, fuck Roman, wait, wait," she pleads, reaching behind to push his thigh and forcing him to halt his movements.

"Too much?" he asks, laughing as he presses gentle kisses along her spine, feeling her body shiver from the contact. "That's what you get when your pussy is so good. You was talkin' all that shit earlier, best believe I ain't lettin' up, baby girl. Who owns who now, huh," he says, swatting her ass and starting again.

"You're a cocky asshole," she moans shakily, defiance swirling in her lust-filled gaze.

Roman's smirk is diabolical and panty-wetting. "And don't you forget it. Now shut up and take this dick."

Joy winces as his hand curves around her throat, the other clutching her lower hip as he fucks her prone body into the sofa. She clings to the cushions and her sanity with everything she has, tears filling her eyes as he pummels her with hurried, lethal thrusts, making her ass jiggle and her pussy drip some more as she's dragged dangerously close to the precipice. He pushes the arch out of her back and flips her around, sliding right back inside before she can regain her bearings and dropping his body weight on her. His intoxicating cologne surrounds her as their mouths crush together in a hungry, toe-curling kiss. Incoherent moans leave them both as he rolls his hips against hers, nestling his dick right there, eking a sob out of her as she falls apart again.

"Aww, f-f-fuuuck..."

"I know baby, I know it feels so good," He kisses away her tears and then her cheek, his fingers curling over her breast in a light squeeze which in turn squeezes her walls around his pounding thrusts. "Mmm, this pussy so tight and wet. Keep comin' for me, baby, gimme all that nut."

His sultry command sends another wave of pleasure crashing into her like one of his trademark Spears, and her jaw drops from the force of her orgasm, her pussy clenching painfully around his dick. Her pitiful moans that she struggles to muffle against his tattooed shoulder are music to the Tribal Chief's ears as his own body is moments away from the same fate.

"Shit," he groans gruffly, shuddering breaths tearing from his lungs as his balls tighten and his strokes become sloppier, heavier, "Fuck, I'm boutta buss..."

Joy lifts her left leg up and rests it on his shoulder, digging her other heel in his lower back to pull him in deeper and finally take him down. She runs her hands all over his sides, his back, his ass, her moans mingling with his as his hips snap harder and faster. Their foreheads touch, and a devilish smile forms on her face at the helplessness in his glazed eyes, licking his lips in between throaty gasps of pleasure. She has him right where she wants him. "There you go baby, pound that fuckin' pussy, fill it up," she coaxes.

"Unhhh, shit," Roman's whines disintegrate into a whimpering cry as his big body trembles viscerally against her own. Joy's toes curl as he lodges his dick all the way inside her, making her feel each throbbing spurt of his warm seed spilling generously in her pussy. She never minds him coming inside her; her IUD is always in place, mainly for his benefit and hers. His deep, sexy grunts as he rides out his nut with stuttered ruts of his hips wash over her, leaving her breathless and weak-kneed for him.

Kissing her leg and letting it down, Roman finally pulls his dick out with a hiss and strokes out the rest of his cum onto her softened, battered pussy lips. Joy stares dazedly at the ceiling, her body humming from the last vestiges of her orgasm and a touch of pain. She feels his big arms slide around her waist and draw her in so their lips meet, savoring their collective taste with their tongues as they bask in the afterglow. He takes her arms and winds them around his neck before picking her up, transferring her from the sofa to the king-sized bed a couple of feet away. He lays her carefully on the bed and sits at the edge, watching her snuggle against the soft sheets and pillows with a satisfied sigh. The outdoor lights peeking through the window cast a glittery shadow over her nude body, making her look even more beautiful. And speaking of beautiful...

"I got you something," he announces, taking a small gift box labeled Van Cleef & Arpels sat on the nightstand and handing it to her.

"What's this?" she questions, slowly sitting up.

"Just a lil' sumn I thought you'd like," he simply shrugs. "Open it."

Eyeing him suspiciously, she unties the ribbon at the top of the box and removes the lid. Nestled in navy-blue velvet are an eighteen-carat yellow-gold Alhambra bracelet and matching earrings. She wishes she disliked the warmth that blooms inside her at the sweet gesture. She meets his eyes, noting his cocked eyebrow and cocky smirk as he gauges her reaction.

"This a good enough apology for you?" he asks.

Joy smiles gratefully and kisses his lips. "They're beautiful. But I keep telling you, you don't have to buy me anything," she says.

"Well, I want to. Sue me." He goes quiet for a few seconds, contemplating his next words. "You got tickets to the SuperBowl, right? Let's go together. We can hang out in my skybox."

"And have people talk about us? We got reputations to uphold. And what about Venita?"

"She'll be there. She's still clueless about us. And I told you, ain't nobody gon' say shit. Between your lawyer and mine, all them NDAs are water-tight." When he speaks again, his voice is much softer. "I just miss spending time with you. I miss when we weren't at each other's throats like we are these days."

"That's only cuz you make my job harder, Reigns," she points out, scooting over when he rolls into the bed and sits up against the headboard next to her.

"And you, mine. But despite all of that, I would do anything for you. You know that, right? That's why I agreed to that damn match. For you," he adds, biting his lip as he caresses her chin and gazes tenderly at her. Joy feels her heart flutter as his chocolate-colored eyes gleam with that familiar, intense passion that the two of them have been sharing for almost four years now...

"You're so cute when you get all soft and sweet on me, champ," she smiles, leaning in for another kiss that lingers pleasantly this time. It's little moments like these that try to con her, even to this day, that their affair has veered towards the romantic side. She thanks the cynical businesswoman in her for swiftly kicking that childish notion to the curb every time the delusion attempts to rear its ugly head.

Their embrace is interrupted by the grating sound of his phone vibrating, forcing him to pull away from her with a tired sigh. On the nightstand, a text message with Venita's name lights up his phone screen.

Countin the minutes till I touch down in Vegas 🥺😍 Can't wait to see you again! Love you Baby Boo 😘

"Aww, poor baby," Joy's giggle is dark and mocking as she looks over Roman's shoulder. Snatching the phone out of his hand, she opens up the message and begins typing.

"Don't start no shit, now," he sighs, but makes no move to stop whatever havoc she's causing through his device.

"Relax, Baby Boo," she teases, pressing Send and holding his phone up to his face to show him her response.

I'm waiting for you babe. Can't wait to see you 😍 Love you sm.

"See? I was nice," she says, putting away his phone and climbing on top of his big body.

Roman rolls his eyes and runs his hands along her thighs. "I guess I should thank you, then?"

"Oh, no need to thank me. I'm just being a good, caring boss," she replies, bending to kiss his lips, trailing her tongue along his bearded jawline and tasting her dried juices. "You're my star employee, so it's important that I always give you what you need. And I always give it to you, don't I?"

Roman groans into her mouth as she kisses him harder, her dainty fingers stroking his dick which immediately pulses in her grasp as though it hasn't been touched all day. "Yeah, you do," he rasps, his body heating up as she starts to descend on him. "Oh shit, baby, you feelin' generous tonight..."

"Mmm, more like selfish..." She sits all the way down with a gasp, making both their hearts race with each twitch of his cock inside her. "Cuz I want that dick again, and I'm taking it..."

She is already moving, hunched over him, her titties in his face, sucking them both back into that sensual place of pleasure they like to visit together. He answers to her, in more ways than one, and he won't have it any other way. "Anything you want, boss. Anything you want," the Tribal Chief croaks out, allowing himself to sit back and enjoy the ride, quite literally.

THE END

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[readingadream]

A Twisted High

Pairing: Bang Chan X OC Alexa/Alex

Summary: Alexa's favorite thing is Ice skating and hanging out with friend's. Chris's favorite thing is Hockey and working for the family business. What happens when these two get paired up for a school project and become each others new favorite thing.

Genre: Mafia Au, Hockey Au,

Warning and Tags: Drug use, violence, eventually smut, fluff, angst

Word Count: 1,756

Chapter One

Alexa’s POV

"Alexa. Hurry up or both of us are going to be late," I hear my dad yell from downstairs. Frantically I look at the time on my phone and scream. Oh shit we really are going to be late. I jump out of bed and get my clothes on. I find a random pair of pants and t-shirt and start scanning the room from left to right looking for my backpack, finally spotting what I was looking for under my clothes on the floor. I grab it and run down the stairs, grabbing a piece of toast from my dad and smiling as I ruffle his hair. 

"Sorry, I couldn't find my backpack. Now we're waiting on you. Let's go old man," I say, giving him a teasing smile and making him raise his eyebrow, heading to the car. 

Mornings are the only part of our days were we see each other, with him being a firefighter and all. So it's nice. Always my favorite way to start a day. I could easily drive myself, but then we wouldn't have this time together. Though, sometimes I would enjoy a morning to myself. 

"Do you have practice? Need to know where I'm picking you up tonight. I'll be off early," he asks, starting the car and backing out of the driveway. I look at him confused. Grabbing my extra brush I hid in the car, I start to brush my hair.

"Yes, I do. So I guess that means to pick me up at the Ring. But why are you picking me up?" Usually I just walk or get a ride with Jayde, because dad is usually working. So it's weird that my dad is going to pick me up today. This can't be good.

"So we can go to the station for the job fair, silly," my dad replies, giving me a dorky smile. I give him a fake smile but roll my eyes. I love my dad and appreciate what he does for me and our town, but I just don't want to be in his field of work or anywhere near it… which he just doesn't understand.

"Okay, sounds good. I get done at about 5, is that too late or should I skip practice today?" I say unamused looking out the window. I think about how I will actually have to tell him and break his heart that I wanna go into Event Planning.

"No, that is fine. It's not too late, don't worry. Now have fun at school." Finally we made it to school. I lean over the console and give my dad a kiss on the cheek. Getting out of the car I make my way to the front and wave bye to my dad. 

Walking into the school I head to my locker. Placing my books inside, I hear a bang next to me.

"Why does everyone like Tina? They need to get off her ass, she's a bitch," Chantel whines leaning against the locker next to mine. Laughing, I look across the hall at Tina who is twirling her hair and flirting with the football team.

"I don't know, but why do you care? You have your college boy. It's not like your man is over there with her" I say, turning back to my locker and away from Chantel with furrowed eyebrows, visibly disgusted.

"True, but my cousin is." Glancing back over to Tina who now has her hands in Chris's hair. Chris is the one guy every girl wants but no one can have no matter how hard anyone tries. I used to have the biggest crush on him, but I stopped trying a long time ago, unlike most.

"He doesn't look comfortable, poor guy," I say, which was mostly drowned out by the squeaky swing of my locker door as I closed it. Pulling out my phone, I check my messages and read a reminder from my coach about the hockey team that has practice in our rink, and will be there after our practice. 

"Yeah, yeah, poor Chris. He's the dumbass that went over to her," Chantel snarled. "Anyway, can I go to the ring with you after school? I need a break from the fam and I can like, draw or do homework or something while you skate," Chantel asks, interlocking her arm with mine as we walk to the bathroom.

"Yeah, sure, but you can't really run away from the fam because your cousin and his friends have practice." I pause to focus on putting on my lipstick. "But we can't hangout after practice."

"Oh, Okay. But why not after?" She looks at me with curious eyes. 

"Job fair at the station, so my dad is picking me up. I mean, we can hangout and you can come with us. Oh! That’s actually a great idea," I say with a wink and nudge her, making her giggle, secretly hoping she would want to and come save me.

"So I'm guessing you haven't talked to the old man about the apprenticeship? Or about RDSF? Or, I don't know, your real dreams?!" Chantel says giving a disappointed look, ignoring my question. But how do you tell your parents that you don't want to be like them and that you don't want to help people the way they do?

"How can I? He was so excited and happy about it, but I'll tell him after, don't worry. Who knows, it might even be fun. I could meet my future husband," I laugh finishing up a light layer of eyeshadow on my face. When I finish, I top it off with a wing liner and then some chapstick. Chantel and I head out to go to our classes which sadly, we do not share together. But I do share it with Chris and my other friend Kinsley.

"Well at least you have classes and practice so you don't have to think about it for a while." As we make our way down the hallway passing by some students, most waving at Chantel. Now, I'm not popular, but I do a lot of clubs and interview a lot of students because I’m in the yearbook. So I know everyone, I’m just not close with them, only Chantel and Kinsley. Chantel, though, is friends with everyone. We've been best friends since elementary. It's crazy to think that if we didn't meet then we probably wouldn't be friends now.

"I guess you're right," I nod in agreement. But then I started to worry about the job fair. 

"Always remember that." Both of us giggle and are about to part ways to our first period. We see Chris make his way over alone for once, he's usually with his crew of hockey boys or some girl.

"Hey cuz, Alex," he smiles and nods at me with that beautiful smile as he walks into the classroom.

"Enjoy class with my annoying cousin. See you at lunch unless you have it with Kinsley today." Waving goodbye, I walk into class and take my seat. I love science and it’s my best subject so having it in the morning is pretty nice and makes getting up easier sometimes. 

"Hello class, we will be discussing an upcoming group project. Before you get all excited, I have already chosen the pairs." Great, I never get someone I know or would like to work with. After Mrs. Ferguson named some students, I then heard my name. I look up waiting to see who I will be paired up with. To my surprise, I hear Chris's name right after mine being called. I look over to him already staring at me giving me a smile and an eyebrow raise. I just shake my head waiting for more instructions from the teacher.

“Okay, there are all your groups. Now, onto the whole project. You and your partner will find and collect 50 flowers each. I want you to write every detail about the flower, the animals around, and how fast it grows. Then you guys will have to present it to me and I’ll press them and put them in a journal.” Mrs Furgeson finishes off the last instructions to the assignment.  As I write down the notes for the assignment, I hear a hiss and turn around to see Chris. 

“So I guess we got to do this together. Can’t wait. I’ll get your information at the rink tonight.” I just nod my head and go back to writing my notes. But I hear a scoff coming from Tina next to me in front of Chris. I just wink at her and go back to my notes. The project seems to be easy, which is nice.

When the bell rings, I grab my bag and make my way to the door being the first one out. I didn't want to deal with Tina and her jealousy. I then head to my second period class. Before I make my way to Kinsley at our normal meeting spot, I feel a sharp pointed tap on my shoulder. I turn around to be greeted by the fakest smile.

 "Alexa, I love your shirt today. It's so cute. Did you do something with your hair?” I hold in a laugh as I can see in Tina’s eyes that she is in pain talking to me right now. I roll my eyes, turning back around knowing that she'd throw a fit that I wasn't bothering to give her any more time out of my day… which I was correct, she did get upset. I felt her pull me back and sadly was facing her again. “Don't turn your back on me when I asked you a question, that's rude.”

I faked a smile, shrugging my shoulders as I looked her dead in the eyes. “And touching me without permission isn't? If I wanted to speak to you more, then I would. Though I don't want to. Why would I waste my time when I have class to get to?” The look on her face told me everything. Tina was pissed that I spoke back, that I wasn't giving in to her fakeness.

Watching Tina turn away and storm off made me snicker as I turned to go meet Kinsley at our spot before class, but now we wouldn't have much time left since the wicked witch of the west wanted to try and be nice and waste the time I did have. All because she was jealous of me, I'm sure.

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[the-oc-lass]

Nimona OC - Charlotte Swiftheart/Corova

I'm really sleepy as I write this, but I wanna write more about her. This post is going to be a mixture of bullet points and a little drabble, so enjoy!

First, Previous, Next

After Charlotte leaves the Institute:

There's a small funeral for Charlotte's mother, which Ballister and Ambrosius both attend despite the Director's suggestion to not do that. Might I also remind you that they're all still around 16, and yet this is what they're dealing with. Poor babies

There isn't a service, nor anything afterward. There's only a burial. She could barely afford a box to put her mother to rest in. The flowers are Augustus Goldenloin's single contribution to the funeral, but it's not like anyone knows that aside from her. He doesn't have the decency to show up either. But Ambrosius is here. So is Ballister. They're all she has in this world now. Even if her father wanted to be part of her life, she's well past wanting that.

There's a gentle squeeze against her hand, and a circle is being drawn against the back of her shoulder. The three of them stand together, huddled with less than a dozen other people. It makes Charlotte nauseous. Her mother deserved so much more than this. If Charlotte had just made it to knighthood, she would've fixed everything. She would've made her mother's life better. But her mother is gone, and Charlotte is no longer welcome in the Institute. She brushes away tears with her free hand, and two bodies draw closer to her. Her hand is squeezed again, and the hand on her shoulder shifts to wrap properly around her. She squeezes Ballister's hand in return and sinks into Ambrosius's side. It's all she can do to not crumble where she stands.

Once her mother is buried, the few people around them disperse. They offer her condolences as they go, but vanish into the wind quickly after. But the three of them don't move. Charlotte's can't even bring herself to break her gaze from her mother's grave.

"You shouldn't have come," she whispers, even as she clings to them both like lifelines. "It will only make the rumors louder. It could ruin you both."

"We don't care about all that, Charlotte. We care about you and being here for you," Ballister says, shifting slightly into her sightline. Her shoulder is squeezed.

"He's right, Char. What's important is that we're here for you. Nothing is going to change that," Ambrosius says. She finally looks up at him.

"You have to go back, Ambrosius." The reassuring look on his face disappears, replaced by a deep, concerned frown. After a moment, though, she sees the determination spark in his eyes, and he shifts to stand in front of her, hands landing on both her shoulders.

"I'll fix it. I swear on Gloreth's name, I'll fix everything. I'll get you back into the Institute. If its my name that they're holding over you, I won't let them. I'll tell the whole kingdom that you're my sister if it will force the Director's hand," he says firmly. She blinks at him with sad eyes, then looks away.

"Brosi-" A hand lands on her cheek and turns her head toward him, and his hands shift to cradle her face.

"You deserve to be up there with us, Char. You worked so hard, and that can't be for nothing. I won't let it be for nothing. I promise." She looks back at him with wide eyes, and Ballister gives her hand a small squeeze.

"Do you trust us, Char?" he asks. Ambrosius lets go of her face so that she can turn it, and she nods.

"I do." The smile he offers is soft and comforting.

"Then trust us to get you back where you belong," he says. She feels tears well up in her eyes and she nods. The two pull her into a joint hug, and she clings to them. She doesn't want to let go, doesn't want them to leave her. But they've made her a promise. Ambrosius has made her a promise. She'll go back to them soon.

Funny thing about that. After the funeral, she doesn't see them again for about 6 years. Doesn't hear from them either. I'll explain why in a later post.

Even after Ambrosius (and Ballister) seemingly abandoning her, Charlotte still wants to do good, so she ends up becoming a bit of a do gooder and vigilante. She helps people where she can

Eventually, Charlotte's good acts lead to her forming a group called the Knights Betrayed (they aren't all former knight cadets. Most of them aren't, actually. But man, isn't that a powerful name?). They do good deeds and work in the shadows, bending rules or breaking them to serve the common good (and the common people).

Somewhere along the line, the KB starts taking in street orphans, and some of them remind her of Ballister. In fact, some of them come in off the streets without names, and they name themselves after their favorite knights (there are a lot of variations of Ambrosius, and several little Bals or Ballisters). Charlotte just sighs tiredly when one particular little boy decides he wants to name himself Todd, but she goes with it

While all of the older kids/adults in the KB act as older siblings figures to the street kids, Charlotte is seen as the "primary" big sister even though she isn't even the oldest KB member (she's still the leader, though)

Just weeks before the knighting ceremony, something happens (more on that tomorrow maybe?)

Yes, I gave Ambrosius's dad a name. Augustus was the first thing that came to me and it sounded very Goldenloin-y

Lovely tagged people:

@ammonitetheseaserpent @perfectkittystranger @derellenbogen

[spaced0lphin]

I Read My Own Fanfiction 20 Years Later and I Wanna Give Kid Me a Hug

I was reminded the other day of my very first fanfiction that I put online. I couldn't remember what I even called it, but could remember just enough to try scouring the Internet. To equal parts shock and horror, I actually found the thing. So, I read it. And, I cried - I cried a lot, actually. At fourteen years old, I wrote 55,000+ words about Dilandau Albatou from Escaflowne and some self-insert OC. Three years later, in 2006, I rewrote the whole thing from the ground up, clocking in at 73,600+ that time before I stopped updating it. I just got done reading the whole mess, and let me tell you, it is cringe and awful, and I wish time machines existed. Not so I could stop myself from writing this. But, so I could make fourteen and seventeen-year-old me a cup of tea, sit down, and go through this story with them. So much of it is such a keening cry about wanting to know what it felt like to be loved. I don't remember writing this story now - it was twenty years ago - but I do remember how I felt at the time and where it came from. Anyone who knows me personally knows that I was going through hell at that time in my young life. I was actively being abused and had no frame of reference to understand it as what was going on. I just felt like no one wanted to hear me, and so the only way to be loved was to write it happening to me. I want to go back in time so I can show enthusiastic interest in what teenage me was trying to express with this. I want to share with her the things I like about this, and I want to make her feel seen, safe, and reassured. I want to let her talk with me about her ideas for this story until she falls asleep. I want to show her healthier ways to recognise and understand love so she'll be better prepared for the things she'll encounter later. And... bless her heart, but I want to tell her she doesn't need to over-explain everything in excruciating detail - something I know she did because she felt she had to prove she was smart and worth listening to. She tried so hard to use florid language to catch the attention of those around her she needed love from the most. It never worked. I can tell you that I wrote about wanting an all-encompassing, powerful romantic love - and sure, that's part of what I wanted - I was a teenage girl, after all. But mostly, what I wanted was simply to be engaged with. I wanted to feel like my feelings and my dreams were important to someone. It is frankly astonishing to me that the story I wrote back then had any fans at all - but it did! Thirteen whole, entire people actually read that thing and commented enthusiastically on it. That's thirteen people more than zero. Whoever you are out there: Twenty years later, thank you. Your words of support on a screen meant the world to me. It was all I really had, back then. If you read Codename: Fox and/or the incredibly boldly named The Revision of Escaflowne on FF.net in the early oughts, thank you. You were my therapists and you didn't even know it. Oh, but uh, don't go and read them if you haven't already. They're truly abysmal. Bless my little heart but, just, abysmal. Comment on your favourite fic, today!

[zorphie]

Here I saw that you dropped this so I came into your inbox to return it to you 🖊️ (give me any precious OC you have in stock I wanna Know about them)

ty for the ask!! (eats 🖊 whole) everything is below :]

i shall talk about devin for 2day.. my token failboy. God

he's from earth Except it Sucks!! because he's ostracized a lot and has no friends💔 he will often come home and indulge himself in a bunch of his hobbies like drawing ,writing , making music, he's literally just the art kid. he was into a lot of fantasy and imagining himself in those kinds of worlds, doing lots of heroics , yeah you see where this is going . The irony

his only company is his mom which he doesn't mind too much, but it's led him to develop a very self centered attitude (he focused more on himself because he didn't have other people to empathize with if that makes sense?)mf never learned how to share

he ends up in the spiral because there was an urgent situation where mana was flooding into earth, quinn was sent to deal with it. he was worried that devin absorbed it because he could sense his magic and also wanted to save him because devin had some weird negative aura cast on him Somehow (effects include nausea and blurry vision, headaches to anyone nearby, fun all around) quinn was like What Is Going On, panicked, and took him along. worried about this decision later because what if the teachers flip . the plan was just to help devin and bring him back home (uhh very long groan. because this is wizard101 we all know the latter didn't happen)

coming into the spiral has changed devin a Lot for better and for worse. he felt guilty for leaving his mom behind, and she disappeared when he came back to visit. he was excited to learn magic but i think the realization settled in after he killed a man (malistaire)

as the arcs go on he has friends now! finally a circle of people who will accept him. he learns what empathy is because of that! hes still silly and loud but he becomes selfless, a bit more mature and level headed. but he feels like he's become "too selfless" to the point where he's going a little nuts ? always being self sacrificing just to save everyone if possible? the yw pipeline. he wishes he could settle down for A Minute to use his hands to create art again not destroy things . gwah.

just wait until he hears about azteca🙄

he learns his dad is the giant tree and his mom straight up stole him when he was like 3 or something and took him away . Crazy. he's conflicted by the fact that he's being shaped into a weapon by no matter who it is? his mom or the spiral? (his mom is a completely different can of worms I will not be getting to rnLOL but yeah she was just plotting to use him for selfish reasonz) he doesn't like knowing he was born for the sake of (all the horrors he's had to deal with. Erm?) and wants to have an identity seperate from that. his friends remind him that he's still just a human being too. he's doing his best

he delved more into astral magic around arc 3 which was not by choice. at all. (crazy woman told him to . idk why but ihave a lot of evil wizarfd women) and he should not have learned that much but he did! uhmwhoops. it's hazardous. it does not just enhance spells -he could accidentally fuck up time and space. he's learning how to control it with eden and lalin because he needs to eventually. does not actually go to the arcanum scholar about it because he's terrified of seeming like a threat to them

hypothetically he could time travel but that's for his super secret alternate version who's stuck in a time loop we don't worry about that guy

devin's other path would've been a villain if quinn never dragged him into the spiral,, he was missing and people were looking for him but it was near impossible to find him because of the aura he had going on. ambrose's spell wouldn't have worked. (his mom was taking a lot of precautions) it was just known that the scion was out there and he needs to get his ass in the spiral asap or we're all fucked (quinn standing there like 🧍‍♂️as if he isn't ambrose's errand boy)

devin's alternate self is aware of him and is supposed to show/answer "which life would've been better for him". since he's obviously not having a care free time in both

dasein kinda reached him around empyrea because of the astral magic stuff sorta fucking with reality but it was very limited

oh and his eyes turn from full purple to a tint of blue he's got stardust hands now. it's "contagious" and he can flick his hands onto anything and get glitter all over it, he does it a lot on his friends . his blood is also glitter. somebody help him. pros: glitter. Cons: black holes. is it worth it

he's trying to start a silly band.. only amari and erin will join nd they will never stop annoying the others about it

devin is good at the storm spells, but the machines related stuff that his teacher assigns? not at all.so he cheats and asks for eden to do it

his pet is a zappy glowbug who's always scared of everything and frequently flies into glass. it acts as his nightlight. it's also probably radioactive . it can charge your devices but they have a chance of exploding. has also probably electrocuted people

[elvisabutler]

Of course I am open to Elvis x oc!

SO. for a bit of context to this fic. there was a post made by the lovely @steph-speaks . and basic gist is that elvis is directed by a female director and the film wins awards and so does he and he's thankful and several ( read: everyone but tam and mel ) were like yeah he'd be thankful 😏😏 but @burninlovebutler was like but what if not. what if they fell in love and then when it started winning awards he forgot about her and it was sad but then they had to work on another film together! and then @headfullofpresley expounded on that and then my brain was like a dog with a toy and would not let it go. so! me and three people who know who they are helped me flesh this out (still are tbh) to the point where this was supposed to be a one shot. but this is definitely not going to be a one shot.

this tease is not the beginning but it's a part i enjoy that doesn't give too much away. also just in case anyone was wondering, the film getting made is a remake of streetcar named desire. with elvis as stanley and natalie wood as blanche.

"That's the problem, Princess. I haven't- haven't talked to her since- God, West Side Story, ya know that musical she did. And you talkin' 'bout how Elia recommended her- the hell else is that supposed to make me feel?" His chest is heaving a little in frustration, here she is in front of him looking every bit the professional he's beginning to truly realize she is and looking so put together like every starlet and every star he's ever seen. It reminds him that's not what he's gotten to enjoy. Sure he's been a star but not like she's dealt with not like Natalie's been since Rebel with James Dean. It sends another rush of fury and embarrassment through him. "I'll tell ya how. Like ya cast me out of your own amusement. Wanna see if those acting lessons she tried to give me meant anything."

"Are you- I knew you thought highly of yourself but are you joking with me right now? Why on God's Green Earth would I jeopardize my career over casting you to amuse myself. Why would I jeopardize ever getting to work in this town, with or without my father's assistance, ever again? Do you hear yourself?" Catherine can't help the way she pulls herself to her full height, not able to reach Elvis's but still managing to make herself as large as she can. Her hand moves to push him square in the chest. "I thought she would put you at ease. They didn't want me to cast her, said she had a better film to do than this. But Elia and Tennessee and myself all intervened. I got you Ms. Wood to help you. For heaven's sake, that's everything I've been doing."

"I didn't ask ya to! I-I can- I can do it m'self." He snarls, grabbing at her wrist. His stutter betraying him. "Don't- I don't n-need your pity."

[bedoballoons]

I'd tell you more about her and her backstory, but her backstory has some sensitive topics in it and I don't wanna trigger anyone here.

But I will tell you that she's one of those characters who come off cold and stoic, but are actually pretty dorky and energetic!!

Sorry if it feels like I'm ranting, I don't get the chance to talk about my oc's a lot so I get a little excited😭

-🔥anon

Don't be sorry!! I love hearing about everyone's ocs!! And I I love seeing that you're so excited! Talk away!! My answer may be a little late cause I'm writing too, but I will answer as soon as I can!

I love characters like that, so cold and then the second you actually know them they are a loveable dork. (reminds me of xiao a little)

Thank you for being thoughtful of the triggers though! If you'd like, you could put a trigger warning before you mention them, that's only if you really wanted to share tho!

[cherryjuixce]

OC x Simon Ghost Riley

A/N

Hello everyone! I'm so excited to share with everyone this story i thought about a lot. I wanna warn you all first that this is the first ever story I wrote and I will accept every advice or criticism you guys give me to be better at writing :D

English sadly is not my first language so I'm sorry if you find some grammar mistakes :')

Feel free to send asks about the story and about the character, I will probably do a separate post on getting to know the OC or something, but for now enjoy this little Prologue i wrote<3

Warnings: mention of blood, guns, slight violence and swearing.

Everything in Italics is the past.

Blood.

I absolutely hated it. The smell that it has, and the fact that i would see it everyday. You think that by now I would get used to it, but no i couldn't stomach it.

My leg was already killing me, but i couldn't stop running. As soon as i heard that scream i hadn't stopped running. Heavy breathing and sweaty as hell but i wouldn't give up now, i just couldn't.

"Red do you copy?" said Price through the comms. The last thing I heard before that was when he said that the safe house we were all staying in had blowed up, the safe house my son was staying in.

"Red! I said do you copy?!" he yelled now. I wanted to answer him, I really did. But i couldn't focus on anything else besides getting to that safe house.

Then I felt something sharp pierce my left hip. "Fuck!" I screamed. I fell to the ground holding my hip with my hands and keeping the blood pressure.

no no no no- I had to get to that safe house. I loaded the pistol that was in my hand and shot the person that injured me. I started running again but i was even weaker than before.

"Red. Status. Now." Price said in a stern voice.

"Injured sir." my voice was hollow and in desperate need for water, I slowed down and fell on my knees because I started seeing dark spots.

"Stay where you are, we're sending medical."

I crawled to the nearest building and sat behind it.

"Captain..please tell me he's alive" i asked in a broken voice.

There was silence from the other side of the comms. "Price!" I yelled, desperately.

"We gotta get you healed Red, don't move and stay where you are. That's an order sergeant."

...

I opened my eyes and was met with a view of a sunset. I thought about how long I was asleep. "We're landing soon." Laswell approached me and said. I hummed and stared back at the tiny airplane window.

"Are you excited to see the guys again?" I sighed, "Well only Price because i only know him" A small smile formed on my face but quickly disappeared after reminding myself of the dream i had earlier.

Only i wish it was a dream, but unfortunately it was another memory from the life i abandoned long ago.

Laswell's eyes softened and she placed her arm over mine. "I'm proud of you for coming back Scarlett, Price is so thrilled to see you again."

I smiled again "Thank you" my voice was quiet but enough for her to hear it. I can't lie that I was anxious about coming back to the field, only this time not as a soldier.

"They never found his body, did you know that?"

I was met with silence, Laswell cleared her throat a little bit.

"I know-" "For all we now he could still be out there Kate. Alone and scared.. what if-"

"Scarlett that was three years ago." She shut me up quickly. I turned my head to look at her, not even noticing the tears prickling my eyes.

"I'm sorry but you know we did everything to find him, the possibilities of him being alive now are so low" She stared at me with pity.

I breathed in and tried to calm myself. "I'm sorry, i shouldn't be talking about it anymore"

I turned my head back to the window again, I had to be calm and collected and not show a hint of weakness to anyone anymore. And i shouldn't be sad in front of Price, I feel like he was done with my breakdowns by now.

---

The cold air was so refreshing and needed as I was leaving the airplane. As soon as I turned to Kate to take my bag i felt something heavy and warm on me.

"Bloody hell Scarlett, who told you it was a good idea to wear a leather jacket in this weather?"

I jumped a bit when i heard the deep voice only to see Price putting his jacket on me.

"Price!" I smiled and practically jumped on him while he was laughing at me. "Hey kid, good to see you again"

I looked at him again and couldn't stop smiling, he patted my head meanwhile messing up my hair.

We haven't seen each other in so long it felt so euphoric to see him again. "As much as I don't wanna ruin your moment, Price it would be nice of you to help with the bags" Kate yelled from behind us.

"Ah right- hey Red" Red. "Welcome back." Price smiled and jogged a little bit to Kate. I watched him from a far that nickname still in my mind, let's hope he doesn't call me that again or else I'm gonna throw up.

[twoidiotwriters1]

Copycat: Genesis —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: I can’t stand posting the last one apart so this saturday I’ll post the final chapter -Danny

Words: 1,867

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Listen to: 'hoax' -by Taylor Swift

xxxviii: Moving Day

As they went back to the house, Harley nudged her shoulder. "You okay?"

"Yeah, fine..."

"You know, it's not like we won't hear from him again, this is pretty much standard with you two, he's always lived kind of out of the way."

"It's different this time," she reminded him. "I'll be living someplace else too."

"Again, not that different from before," the young man shrugged. "You always come and go, Cat. But it'll be better now, 'cause you won't be running away like other times, you're leaving to have a normal life."

"And you're not leaving for good either," Kate pointed out. "You'll spend some time here with us. It'll be fine."

"How come you two are okay with this?"

Harley and Kate shared a look. The boy spoke. "When you came back from that other universe... it was like you'd left something there. You were willing to change for the better, yes, but it felt like... like you'd lost the last bit of hope."

"But I didn't," she walked up the steps with them on each side. "I promise I didn't."

"Maybe not," Kate shrugged. "But you sounded like you'd reached the end of the line. Harley's right, you might've been at ease, but you weren't happy."

"Do I look happy now?"

"You look severely stressed," the archer laughed. "We don't know if Ben's world is a good solution, but it's an option that is out there for you to try, and we support it. We love you enough to acknowledge that we aren't enough."

They had given so much... and yet she still drowned in her guilt every time. Maybe Cat had to aim higher, and it didn't have to do with proving herself, maybe that was just how she worked, and it wasn't anyone's fault. It didn't have to be a shameful thing, admitting that she needed more than what this world could offer.

Cat left Harley, Peter, and Wanda working on the beeper. Kate was with Yelena looking around the house and thinking of ways to improve it. Cat would contact the remaining members of the Avengers at some point: Sam, Bucky, and Bruce... she didn't think Clint would be interested, but there were more supers they could call, old and new.

She would also need to mention the young girls she'd found, Riri and Kamala, and Shuri seemed interested in joining as well. There was so much to do, but where did that leave her and Parker?

He found her in the gigantic garage, the young man knocked on the doorframe. "What are you doing?"

"Looking for boxes so I can pack up the stuff in my apartment," she flashed a brief smile at him. "Whether our plan works or not, I won't be living in the city. I'll stay here."

"But Fury hasn't confirmed yet if this place's going to be yours," Parker crossed his arms.

She smiled guiltily. "I don't think anyone cares about the legal aspects of our situation. All of us are quite willing to ignore it, actually."

"I guessed as much," he approached and crouched beside her, looking for boxes. "What happens if their plan doesn't work? We call it a day, we say our goodbyes and try to move on?"

"As bad as it sounds, that would be our only choice. Because my job... or at least what I wanna do, that's important to me, I wouldn't be capable of turning my back on what I've built here. Your commitment to Spider-man is just as significant, and I know you wouldn't give that up either."

"And what we feel is not as important? Not worthy enough?"

She shifted her weight uncomfortably. "Don't put both on the same scale as if I can actually give you a fair answer. I want you to be as real as you can right now. We don't know if we'll last. I'm willing to go the distance to see where it takes us, but love is a frail thing, and you can't make me choose, not when you know my whole life has always been Copycat."

Parker didn't seem satisfied, but that was all he would get, at least for now. Maybe, if they managed to last for years on end, she'd be able to give him a more promising answer. Right now though, this was all she could give. He had to come to terms with that.

It wasn't hard at all to make up his mind about it. "I'll try my best to be okay with it."

Cat smiled. "You know, many years ago, Peter said something to me along the lines of 'it's better to try and do your best, instead of nothing'. He was trying to keep me from cheating on a test," she laughed, "but I think it works for this too."

He grinned. "I think so."

"Oh!" She gave a start, suddenly remembering something. "And Kamala— a mutant, younger than me— she said her dad told her once that good is something you do, not what you are. So I guess... that if we try to do good for each other, then that's what's going to happen. If we act out of love instead of..."

"Instead of fear," he finished knowingly.

She reached for his hand and pressed it against her cheek. "And if it doesn't work... at least we'll know we did all we could, and knowing always hurt less than the ifs."

"I believe you," he pecked her lips.

Parker returned to his universe, just as he'd originally planned. Sending him off wasn't hard, she trusted her friends would find a way to help them, but Parker wasn't entirely convinced. He had a hard time leaving, and when he finally did, Cat got this sudden moment of panic in which she wondered if she'd made a mistake.

During the next three months, she didn't have time to think about it, though. It was the middle of summer, and her new recruits were finally able to visit the compound so they could be properly trained. That's exactly what she was doing when E.D.I.T.H. let her know they had a visitor.

Cat went to the front and welcomed Happy with a bright smile. The man had a bunch of boxes piled next to him at the entrance. "You should've knocked before bringing all of them up! You could've hurt your back!"

"I'm not that old," he scowled. "And they weren't that many. These were the last boxes, so it's official, you've moved into this place."

"Yay," she piled three boxes and picked them up. A red mist encircled the rest of the boxes and lifted them from the ground, they followed Cat as she guided Happy inside. "Come in!"

A young girl rushed to the garden door opposite where they were standing, behind her was an obstacle field Yelena and Kate had built. "Need help, Copy?"

"All good, chipmunk," Cat looked at Happy over her shoulder. "That's Miss Marvel. Miss Marvel, this is my dad. You can call him Happy."

"Oh, hi!" Kamala walked into the room to shake the man's hand. "I'm one of the recruits. Cat's teaching us close combat, which is definitely not my favorite. But I can tell she loves it."

"I do," Cat smirked.

Happy looked at the girl funny. "You remind me of someone."

Kamala tended to ramble as much as Peter used to when he was her age. "She loves getting in trouble, but thanks to a semester of good behavior, her parents gave in for the summer and sent her here."

"I have my own room!" Kamala looked over her shoulder and lowered her voice. "But Copy, Kate sleeps next to me and she snores. I've been trying to come up with a way to tell her without embarrassing her, but maybe it's better if you tell her."

Cat chortled, she lowered her voice so only Happy could hear. "She's my favorite, don't tell the others."

When Kamala returned to the garden, Cat took Happy to the third floor, where her room was. "I picked the one that's most out of the way."

"Why's that?"

"Well, you know," she tried to sound casual, but she was starting to feel a bit restless. "If I go, there won't be any empty space in the middle that could be taken by someone else."

Happy nodded without saying anything, when she'd told him about Parker, he'd freaked out. She couldn't blame him, he'd been there at every misstep of Tony's, it was easy to believe things would go wrong, but Cat had begged him to keep his hopes up, and so he was trying to.

"No news on that front?"

"Wanda's doing her best," Cat lightly kicked open the door of her room, Happy kept it that way so the flying boxes could go through. "Webs's got more time now that is summer, so he's coming more often. It's bound to go faster now. How's Harley?"

"Up to his neck with meetings, project revisions, and next year's planning for the Expo, but he says hi, and he wants to pay you guys a visit this week to see if he can help you out."

"He's already doing enough, smuggling scraps of tech to us," she sighed. "How's Pepper? And Morgan?"

"Morgan's entering this phase where she thinks adult supervision is optional."

"Yeah well, she's ten," Cat smirked. "She'll be a teen soon, and then she'll be certain adult supervision is a burden... good luck with that!"

"Well, I raised you, so I think I can handle it," he replied fondly.

She left the boxes on her bed. Felix, who was sleeping soundly at the foot of it, only stretched a little as he felt her actions.

Shuri was scheduled to arrive that evening, so Cat and Peter went to the city to get stuff to give her a proper welcome —no alcohol, they had children in the house!— and she felt really weird about going to the city as nothing else than a visitor.

Of course, she would soon forget the feeling because Parker lived right in the middle of New York City, she only had to wait until Peter finished the multiversal gizmo.

"I'm just saying, you should invite him..."

"He won't come."

"How do you know?"

"Matt doesn't want others to know who Daredevil is, and all of you are going to give him hell if he shows up wearing the devil suit!"

"Well, not me," Peter grinned. "I wear the suit all the time when I visit the compound."

"Yeah, but they like you. DD's harder to bear, he's not as funny as you are."

"Ouch. I'm sure he heard that— d'you hear that, DD?" Peter asked out loud, looking up at the tall buildings around them.

"Stop that," she poked his ribs, laughing. "I was thinking of paying him a short visit before leaving, though..."

"Does he know about Parker?"

"Yeah, and he said he's happy I found someone..."

"You believe him?"

"Yeah, I mean, it's not like he and I were soulmates or whatever..." she sighed. "Part of me kinda hoped he'd try to win me back at some point like you tried... but it never happened."

"You still love him?"

"No," she squinted. "Maybe. I spent three years chasing him... huh."

"What?"

"Three years..." Cat frowned a little. "Funny how that's always been the limit..."

"You're talking about the ticking," he guessed.

"Yeah, it's always three years, for some reason."

"But that's your anxiety, there is no higher power controlling it, and you know that. So maybe the ticking will stop now that you've got everything in order."

"Maybe..."

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[howlofhades]

Wait, but I love these things! The shipping thing - cause it teaches you about your followers AND your ocs. It's like a 2 for 1 deal!

Anyway! I would love to see who you would pair me with. I'm shy, and quiet. I prefer reading, writing, and listening to music over any social event, and I love listening to other people talk, even if I don't have anything to add. Do tend to be very family oriented, but thats a side effect of coming from a large family. I'm average height, and at the moment my hair is green. I wear glasses all of the time.

I hope you have fun with this!!

❤️ - vodika-vibes

Honestly, I'm really excited to give these a try and see how they go!

I've read this over multiple times, and read through every oc notes that I have in my discord server where I store all my ocs stuff! So here's my thoughts! I'm not sure if these are accurate but here we go:

At first Storm came to mind, and hear me out I know he's a chaotic mess and not everyone can deal with him, he's a mess okay and we roll with it. But he's good with everyone you name it, he can fit in with everyone. Storm is intense just like his namesake, he doesn't always adore social events. Sure he can handle them, but not everyone can handle him if that makes sense? He'd never force you to come to social events, you wanna stay home? Bet, he's all for it. He might even suggest some music, he has some pretty good songs on his playlist, so of you need some songs bet consider it done! He can talk a lot, when he's super excited he'll talk really fast, please tell him to settle down he needs it.

If you're okay with it, he'd ask you questions about the book your reading, it gets him to settle down and he gets to listen to you what more could he want? Storm would absolutely love your hair, he'd think it's so cool! And your glasses? He loves them! If you need him to meet your family at any point, that's okay. Storm wants to make it easy for you, he can handle it even if he is secretly stressed but he won't let it show.

He'd absolutely read to you at night if you ever want him to.

I know Storm is too intense for some people, he's just not for everyone so I wanted to add someone who's on the quieter side of things.

Frey! I haven't talked about him too much so this also gives everyone the chance to learn about him. He's not chaotic unless put with anyone who is relatively chaotic, then he will raise hell. His ideal date would probably be sitting in silence with a book, which by the way Frey will annotate for you which when he's done he'll give it to you. Whenever he has to leave, he'll leave sticky notes for you to find with reminders and poetry that reminds him of you. He might even say that whenever he leaves, you keep apart of him here.

Social events aren't for him, unless Crimson and Pluto drag him and Bear there. Frey would never let someone disrespect you, it doesn't get past him ever. He always loves to know what you're reading, and if he can get you some new books to try. He'd be your biggest supporter when it comes to your writing. He's not an open book, and he doesn't talk too much not like Storm.

This boy is soft for you but will always deny it, you've stolen his heart but he's not complaining and he never will. Whenever you take your glasses off, he'll gently kiss your nose. He loves your glasses, he thinks your hair makes you unique! Frey tends to be an asshole but he won't let you see that, or he tries.

Even though you're shy and quiet, Frey isn't put off by that. He'll always come to your defense, nothing gets past him but he also knows when to keep his mouth shut but that doesn't always work. The first time he meets your family, he's tense he just stands there very out of place but as time goes on he gets better and eventually he will fit in.

[beesflowers]

𝒮𝒽𝒾𝓃'𝓈 𝒮𝐸𝒦𝒜𝐼 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓅𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃

Characters: Shin Hinomori, Kagamine Rin (own SEKAI)

Type: OC description

Note: finally some kind of lore drop! yay!!

first time Shin wisited his SEKAI, he was literally so confused... he definitely heard from Shizuku about it as she said that on accident but he was sure it was just some kind of dream... he was confused but at the same time curious

he definitely spent a lot of time just wandering around and trying to discover about it as much as he can but he wasn't looking too deep into all of that either! He simply glanced at everything once or more if he found it interesting enough

"Now that's interesting... I'm curious if there's also a magic there~ Hehe~ I doubt it but if there is I might as see it!"

his fragment SEKAI can be called "Infinite Road", the reason for it is because it may truly be infinite as there's no end seenable because of the thick mist

in this fragmentum it's always dark but not like night! I's as if there's no sun but sky glows on it's own just so slightly

on sides of the road there are road lanterns that are always turned on

weather here changes with time, weathers that happened here are: clear, rain, snow, windy and if it's lucky day, some may even see rainbow but it's rather rare. Despite the changing weather, mist stays no matter what

the first time Shin walked into his fragment, his curiosity was picked up, he was very curious at first and just walked through it

later on, he started to feel comforted by it, even if he was walking infinitely! Especially if it happened to rain but just gently and shortly, leaving that fresh air behind itself~

"This place is so comforting yet so mysterious... I wanna know more about it but... why must it be so hard...? Maybe I should focus more on the sound weather makses..."

not long after discovering the fragment, Shin also encountered new VIRTUAL SINGER in the normal SEKAI of his, it was Kagamine Rin!

boy being the gentleman and sociabale person he is, he immidietly approached her to get to know her better!

at first glance she's childish, innocent, happy, energetic and creative! She also doesn't hide that she works at bakery and is acutally good at baking various sweets!

she loves to spoil people she likes with her sweets, especially with ones she knows are the others favorite!

"Rin? I met her just recently... she's really sweet... she kind of remind me of Shizuku... let no one else hear it but... I think she's my favorite VIRTUAL SINGER here. Or maybe it's just because I see her as my sister... either way, I think I want to get to know her better!"

Hinomori was always taking care of this girl, he was complimenting her and doing anything to keep that warm smile on her face. He treated her just like he treats his sisters!

but when hediscovered her darker side... he was speechles and only thing he could bring himself to do was change the topic

"You're so kind Rin! I bet you have so many friends, huh?"

"Actually... people only talk to me when I have sweets... so that's why I bake them so often!"

"What? How... how is that possible?"

"You see... they're often scared of me..."

"Scared? Of you?! That's immpossible! What's there to be scared of?"

"Maybe it's because my parents have their own funeral parlor and I often help them!"

"Well... it only shows how kind hearted you are. I still don't see reason for it."

"I guess not everyone like to see dead bodies..."

"I don't think you're forcing anyone to see it... do you?"

"Ehe~ I'm often lazy with packing bodies into boxes, bags or anything like that... so I often carry it through whole city!"

"... Maybe... let's try... taking a walk near fountaine?"

[sillyweirdcoffeegoose]

RONAN'S ANOTHER OC LORE DUMPS!! (tw: spoilers, sensitive topics)

aight, we're back with lore dumps sorry for the wait. anw, I'mma start a short profile to emine's adoptive father (her lore dump can be accessed in my profile)

folks, the character I wanna lore dump is that of devansha (aka, carbonado/corvus). and I better tell ya specific points, one of them is his story could be inspired by the song bohemian rhapsody (slightly based, regarding to his own past fyi; also, don't fking call him wanderer wannabe istg)

we'll fking start; so, back he was actually even that young, devansha actually went deaf when his mother literally like... ruptured his ears by her own hands, causing them to bleed as he can't even hear a thing.

and no, he's also unable to speak clearly afterwards. he only speak in vocal letters, not consonant, which made him struggle to speak (this was even before he can finally get to speak clearly) but I sense anyone asking, why did his mother did that shit? well, if you look at his appearance again, he has a third eye under his right eye, which he doesn't feel confident about it at first. because of his strange stature and also the fact that he's her illegitimate child, he was awfully treated like an animal, instead of a child.

at one time, he was kicked out from his mother's household, in the fact that he's just only like, 4. I also mentioned in the previous lore dump, that even him and his adoptive child, might've experienced this similar issue, hence that she was reminded of his younger self.

"I... wish... I was never... be born... at all."

devansha even tried to end his own life, yet some of the people stopped him, leading him had to survive, no matter how he had tried, just to wanting to get for a new family. but at some point he even tried to drown himself, but at all times he was eventually saved. without any choice he then lives even though it'll be painful for him.

a month later as terangga, his first headmate, appears, he then acts like a parent to his host, during his times when he was all alone. but however, terangga then lets the latter front, as his father found him.

"Don't worry, son. I understand why you were here."

as devansha was soon brought with him, he was surprised to see his half siblings, yet he doesn't know them yet. but, lucky points is that, he finally have his found family.

yet, afterwards, he, unexpectedly, made a friend to a girl who find him hiding. (more lore dump of this can be discussed later; @inklingsmonocle yk who I'm talking abt) At first, he was even hesitant to make a friend, but yes, he then finally interested to befriend her.

anw I'mma just dump this one yet bc, I may not have enough time to update this so uh, part 2 ig?? anw, that's all for this lore dump. if ya' ask if he's still deaf, well... still yes, but he can now speak clearly, unlike before-

dw this ain't finished, I'll be making a second part if I had more time-

[venusimi]

Let's love again

MC passes away and Mammon was not happy about that. He meets a new human, someone that made him feel whole again.

GN!MC x Mammon, Mammon x oc

Slight angst, bittersweet, hurt/comfort, major character death

PART 2 // PART 3

Love is a curious thing.

Love makes you stupid, some might say. But others say that love makes you whole. Which do you believe in most?

The day of your passing was silent other than the agonized crying of Asmodeus and Mammon's frantic careless whispers. He begged you not to leave him but you do anyways.

The brothers took their time to mourn in their own ways, but Mammon... He took it the hardest.

You were his first kiss.

You were his first master that never abused their authority.

It was you who recognized his worth when others couldn't. You helped him push through, and he shielded you against the evil as a thank you.

And you were his first ever true love.

He thinks about the time you two spent, the joy in your voice whenever something funny or good happens. The sparkle in your eye is hard to miss.

He remembers your voice, the first he met you, your first kiss, and your first date. It was like a fever dream to him now.

He laid lifeless in his room for so long, until eventually, he met someone. A witch actually. Funny, he never had any good relations with a witch but it was different with her.

He is suddenly reminded of your love for him and his love for you.

Her laughs made him warm.

The sparkle in her eyes when she accomplishes something.

He was in love.

Again.

"Mammon!" She smiles.

Mammon looks at her, "...Tabitha." She was dressed beautifully for their first date.

Yes. Date.

He figured, since he can't stay in his room forever, he might as well try meeting new people. It hurts, he admits but he's even starting to neglect his brothers.

If it doesn't worth with Tabitha, then it's okay.

The two of them spent the day together, visiting places she wanted to go.

Then when the sun began to set.

She asks him.

"Who was MC to you?"

His body freezes at the mention of your name, he felt tense. He breathed and everything was okay.

"They were a good person. My first love, they had the smile that lit up the midnight sky of Devildom and their eyes shimmered like the night sky littered with stars." He whispers as though he has said it many times.

Maybe he has.

Tabitha looks at him with a smile, "I would love to meet them if they made you feel such love."

"Mm..."

The silence was comfortable.

It never felt like she was trying to replace you, her love for him felt genuine.

"I'm not trying to replace them, but if you're not ready-"

"-No. I know, thanks... I'm sure MC woulda loved you."

"I'm sure I would have loved them too."

She places her head on his shoulder, "Tell me more about them. Your brothers told me lots, but I wanna hear about them from their first man's pov."

He blushes.

"Okay..."

He recounts your stories, he tells the small things you did, everything. And she listened throughout all of it.

She laughed at parts she was supposed to.

She asked questions on parts that were appropriate to ask.

She enjoys hearing about his first love just as he enjoys talking about you.

"MC, do ya remember Tabitha? I told ya about her, well, this is her now! Pretty, ain't she?"

He sits in front of your gravestone with flowers in hand.

"From me and Tabitha."

Tabitha sits down beside him, she looks at your gravestone. Your name written on it.

"I've heard lots about you MC! You left a long lasting impact on the brothers... I hope you're at peace." Then she opens her purse to pull out candy.

"I heard you liked those?" Mammon snorts as her eyes lit up as if you replied to her.

"I do too actually!! So don't feel bad about troubling me, I grew up eating these, I've never seen anyone else who did. My friends say it tastes like durian... But honestly it taste great that way!" She continues to babble while Mammon adds to the conversation.

By the time they needed to go, Tabitha allowed him to have a bit of silence. She watches as he whispers to you. She doesn't know what he is saying but she hears a bit.

"...-iss ya. Tabitha's real good to me, she's not tryna replace ya so I hope ya understand. We'll come again... I love ya, human. I always will." Tabitha smiles as he brushes his hands on your gravestone, tracing your name so delicately.

He stands up slowly, and she stands still.

Mammon walks up to her.

They make eye contact.

Then, he places his hands on her face.

"I love ya too, Tabitha... But I hope ya understand that I can't kiss ya..."

She smiles softly.

"Of course I do. It's okay."

Their foreheads touch and he felt warmer again, their eyes stayed close.

He does not think of you,

Because she is not replacing you and she does not want to.

[sl-ut]

brutal

CHAPTER FOUR

pairing: glenn rhee x reader, oc!alexander x reader (siblings), various x reader

description: jim can't stop digging, and he can't remember why until it's too late

warnings: graphic violence, death, swearing

words: 2.5K

date posted: 28/02/22

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Beyond the treeline, the group came upon Jim as he drove a spade into the dirt of the open field repeatedly, creating deep holes in the earth. Y/n watched him with furrowed brows as he ignored Shane's pleading for him to stop, or at the very least, take a break from his position in the direct sunlight. Next to her, Amy clutched at her arm as she watched the man work himself into a heavy sweat.

"Just give me a second here, please."

"What do you want?" Jim finally paused his labour, breathing heavily as he held eye contact with the Deputy in front of him.

"We're just concerned, that's all."

"Dale says you've been out here for hours." Morales called out from behind Shane.

"So?"

"So why are you digging? You headed to China, Jim?"

Under normal circumstances, Y/n may have snorted at the comment, though she had found herself becoming less susceptible to the effects of humour. She couldn't exactly decipher if it was due to the situation in general, or perhaps it was due to worry for her brother as he went off in search of Merle Dixon.

"What does it matter? I'm not hurting anyone."

"Yeah, except maybe yourself. It's a hundred degrees out here, you can't keep this up."

"Sure I can. Watch me."

"Jim, they're not gonna say it so I will. You're scaring people. You're scaring my son and Carol's daughter." Lori stepped forward.

"They got nothing to be scared of. I mean, what the hell, people? I'm out here by myself. Why don't you all just go and leave me the hell alone?"

"We think that you need to take a break, okay? Why don't you go and get yourself in the shade? Some food maybe. I'll tell you what... maybe in a little bit I'll come out here and help you myself. Jim, just tell me what it's about. Why don't you just go ahead and give me that shovel?" Shane negotiated.

"Or what?" Jim challenged.

"There is no 'or what'. I'm asking you. I'm coming to you and I'm asking you, please. I don't wanna have to take it from you."

"And if I don't, then what? Then you're gonna beat my face in like Ed Peletier, aren't you? Y'all seen his face, huh? What's left of it. See, now that's what happens when someone crosses you."

Carol visibly stiffened from her place next to Y/n. The teenager placed a meek hand on the woman's arm in comfort as she hugged her daughter to her chest.

"You weren't there," Amy defended Shane, "Ed was out of control, he was hurting his wife."

"That is their marriage," He roared, rage flooding his veins, "Not his, he is not judge and jury. Who voted you king boss, huh?"

"Jim, just give me the shovel. I'm not here to argue with you."

In a scuffle, Shane snatched the shovel and began to wrestle it from the man. Once it was out of Jim's grasp, Shane tossed it to the ground and forced Jim into the dirt, confining his movements.

"You got no right!" Jim chanted like a prayer, though he was visibly relaxing in Shane's grip, losing his fight by the second.

"Jim, Jim," Shane soothed, "Nobody's gonna hurt you. You hear me?"

Jim sobbed loudly at Shane's words, "That's a lie. That's the biggest lie there is. I told that to my wife and my two boys. I said it 100 times. It didn't matter. They came out of nowhere. There were dozens of 'em. Just pulled 'em right out of my hands.

Y/n closed her eyes at his choked words, reminded of the fact that others had not come out of the apocalypse quite as fortunate as her. Sure, her mom was in a different country, but there still stood a chance that she was still alive, and she had her brother to protect her in a world where she had no idea how to protect herself.

"You know, the only reason I got away was 'cause the dead were too busy eating my family."

***

The search and rescue party had been gone longer than anticipated. After dealing with Jim’s intense side effects of sunstroke, the camp had gone back to a relative sense of normal. Or as normal as they could be while they anxiously awaited the return of their fellow survivors. The longer they waited, the more unsettled that Y/n was rapidly becoming.

The day had come to a close, and the group was left to prepare themselves for nighttime. The bass that Andrea and Amy had managed to catch was roasted over the fire and served with a side of mushrooms. Y/n’s plate was empty within minutes of it being filled. It had been the biggest meal she had eaten in days, not to mention the tastiest. She had never been a very big fan of fish nor mushrooms, in fact they would never normally be a part of her diet, but she would consider anything to be better than a lukewarm can of kidney beans. She smirked, picturing how annoyed Alex would be that he was missing such a treat.

Despite the few who were missing and the drama that had ensued over the past two days, the remainder of the group seemed to be in fairly good morale. They swapped stories and jokes over the fire, retelling their lives before they had all come together under these… unprecedented circumstances. Y/n watched on quietly, occasionally laughing along when someone made a particularly funny comment.

“I’ve got to ask you something, man,” Morales chuckled, “It’s been driving me crazy.”

“What?” Dale tilted his head.

“That watch.”

“What’s wrong with my watch?”

“I see you every day, the same time, winding that thing like a village priest saying mass.”

“I’ve wondered this myself.” Jacqui mused.

“I’m missing the point.”

“Unless I’ve misread the signs, the world seems to have come to an end. Or at least hit a speed bump for a good, long while.” Jacqui explained.

“But there’s you, everyday, winding that stupid watch.” Morales finished.

“Time… it's important to keep track, isn't it? The days at least. Don't you think, Andrea? Back me up here.” Dale glanced at the blonde woman, who only shrugged to prompt him to continue, “I like… I like what, um, a father said to son when he gave him a watch that had been handed down through generations. He said, ‘I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire, which will fit your individual needs no better than it did mine or my father's before me; I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you may forget it for a moment now and then and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it’.”

Y/n shared a look with Amy across the fire as silence overcame the congregation that had gathered around the bonfire, only broken by the crackling of the logs and Amy as she scoffed a laugh.

“You are so weird.”

The others broke into laughter, each sending a comforting smile Dale’s way as he leaned further into his lawn chair and threw his hands up in surrender. If it weren’t for the small smile that grew on his own face, Y/n may have mistaken his reaction for blatant annoyance, but Dale had certainly taken quite a liking to the Harrison sisters.

“Hey, where are you going?” Andrea turned to catch her younger sister as she stood and moved towards the RV.

Amy glared down at her with wide eyes, “I have to pee. Geez, you try to be discreet around here.”

“Oh,” Y/n set her plate on the ground in front of the firepit as she stood from her own seat, “I have to go too.”

Amy nodded, slowing her pace to wait for the younger girl to catch up. She glanced over her shoulder as they approached the camper, bumping her shoulder into Y/n’s with a smirk as they grew further away.

“So?”

Y/n furrowed her brows, “So, what?”

Amy groaned as she held the door open for Y/n, “So, how’s Glenn?”

Y/n sighed, “Do you ever get tired of talking about that?”

“Hmm, no, not really.” Amy shrugged, “Hey, the world ended. I’ll take whatever kind of drama I can get.”

“I wouldn’t call it drama.”

“So there is an ‘it’.” Amy pressed. “I knew it. You were both acting weird this morning before he left. So are you going to tell me, or do I have to torture it out of you?”

Y/n snorted, pulling out her best Russian accent, “I’ll never talk.”

Amy giggled, pushing Y/n’s shoulder as she sat at the table, motioning for Y/n to use the bathroom first, though she did not relent on the interrogation now that Y/n could not escape her questions. Y/n cursed herself for allowing Amy to trap her in the small bathroom.

“Did he profess his love for you?”

“No.”

“Did you profess your love for him?”

“I don’t love him, Amy.”

“Did you hook up?”

“Amy.”

“Sorry, sorry,” She laughed, feigning innocence, “So you just made out, then?”

Y/n’s lips parted, silent for only a moment before Amy’s shriek broke through the door.

“Oh my God, you made out with Glenn?”

Y/n forced the door open, an icy glare in her eyes as she stalked towards the older girl, “No, I did not make out with Glenn. We just, you know, kissed.”

Amy grinned widely at her, “I knew you two would get together. In a world of zombies, you two are definitely endgame. This is all just like a movie or something.”

The teenager shrugged, hugging herself tightly, “Amy, it was just a kiss. And I’m not even sure if I liked it that much, you know? I mean, he’s the only guy close to my age around here, what if I’m only feeling this way because he’s just there?”

“I mean, it’s definitely possible,” Amy pursed her lips, “Or, maybe you should just go for it? Realistically, we could all be dead by morning, so what’s the point in just beating around the bush?”

Amy stood to strut past Y/n, but halted in the doorway of the bathroom before turning back with a wild fury in her eyes, “You used all of the toilet paper?”

Y/n laughed as she shrugged, amazed at how quickly her emotions had shifted, “There was only one piece left!”

Amy scoffed as she moved to the door of the RV, “Yeah, real nice. I play therapist and you can’t even repay me by leaving the last bit of toilet paper for me?” She pushed the door open, calling to the others at the campfire, “We’re out of toilet paper?”

Y/n watched in slow motion at a dark claw grasped at Amy’s arm, a look of surprise crossing her features before a scream of terror ripped through her as the walker sunk it’s teeth into her arm.

Those who were still sitting at the campfire leapt into action, children being guarded by their parents as the few who were armed began taking out the walkers as they approached, but like a hydra, two more took the place of each fallen geek.

For a moment, Y/n considered closing the door of the RV. She was unfit to defend herself, let alone anyone else, and would be completely protected from the walkers. Then, she thought of the others, how they would be killed, and that if she had secluded herself, she would still die in a matter of days from hunger. Instead, she snatched the largest screwdriver from Dale’s toolbox and lunged forward, plunging it through the temple of the zombie that had continued attacking Amy with a loud cry, though she was unable to protect her from the second walker that snuck up behind her before it took a large chunk out of her neck.

Andrea was at her sister’s side in a moment, killing the walker and helping her to lay in the dirt as she sobbed, screaming for her sister to get up and keep going.

She had managed to take out another handful of walking corpses before her choice of weapon finally failed her. The tool became caught in the skull of one walker, leaving her defenceless against the others who were quickly advancing on her. Y/n tugged on the handle of the screwdriver with the entirety of her strength, closing her eyes as she began to accept her fate; The sinking of their rotting teeth into her flesh, the roughness of their decaying skin scratching against her own as they clawed her apart. But it never came.

One by one, the walkers who had surrounded her began dropping to the earth, round bullet holes marking their foreheads as black blood and chunks of brain and flesh began splattering onto her face. Glancing up, her eyes met those of Glenn, who ran to her side as soon as the dead assailants had fallen.

“Are you okay?” He asked, “You’re not bit?”

She stared down at the corpses at her feet before looking back up at him with red-rimmed eyes, voice caught in her throat, “No, I don’t think so.”

Y/n peeked over to where Andrea continued to kneel over her sister’s body, wailing as the final few walkers were killed. She whimpered as she eyed the large puddle of blood that had formed on the ground around her body. Glenn gulped as he followed her line of vision, quickly pulling her into his embrace to protect her from looking at it any longer.

“Amy,” She whispered quietly, tears beginning to dribble down her cheeks to stain his t-shirt as sobs began to wrack her body.

“I know,” His voice cracked as he cradled the back of her neck gently, pressing her face into his shoulder.

“Y/n!” Alex sprinted towards the pair, tearing his sister away from Glenn and into his own hold. “Oh my God, you’re okay.”

Y/n leaned further into her brother’s chest, muffling her increasingly loud sobs. In the mess of events that had occured in the past few minutes, her concern about the wellbeing of her brother had all but left her mind, which only upset her even further.

The safety that they had created for themselves had collapsed. Their camp was no longer safe, and over half of those who had once been survivors had been killed. Unsure of how to go on from there, the remainder of the campers wept quietly as they listened to the eerie, harrowing wails of Andrea Harrison.

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Domino Chapter Three

The domino effect. How one thing happening can cause a chain reaction. How were you supposed to know a call home made by your cousin would be the tipping domino that sets off the next several years of your life?

WARNINGS: This is not a XReader type story. There will be OCs. Rindou X OC, Ran X OC. Mentions of various Bonten things and events that have only happened in the manga. If you haven't read the manga, and don't anything to be spoiled...DO NOT READ THEN!

I had this on my old account, before I was shadow banned. I just simply moved it all over to my new account this new shiny one. There is also all my fannon dumbs and The Story of Us.

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Nearly ten years ago I left Tokyo and started running from all responsibility. I was eighteen and jaded and mad at the world. Days before I graduated, however, I had gotten into one of the worst fights with Anaiya I'd ever had. This was just days before I left.

She had been out following Mikey and his new gang around that day. She had told me she was going to see Chifuyu at the little pet store he worked at, but when I swung by to check in he had said he hadn't seen her. Neither had Mitsuya or Draken or either Kawata twins. It wasn't until Inui had said he heard Koko had been seen in town a few days before that I had started putting the dots together.

So, I waited for her get home to the small apartment we had been sharing. She muttered a 'hey' as she walked in, acting as though she had some normal ass day.

"I brought some pizza home." She smiled wide, holding the box up and opening the lid to show the cheese and spinach covered pizza. "You wanna grab some sodas and start the new season of-"

"Keep your fucking guilt pizza." I snapped, pushing past her to grab my keys. There were many things I had wanted to say to her, but I didn't think I was in the best mental state to have a rash conversation. I was always the hotheaded one, and the only person I normally refused to jump on was Iya.

She shook her head in confusion and gawked at me. "What the hell is a guilt pizza?"

A small chuckle fell past my lips as I racked a hand shaking hand through my hair. "You know, Iya, I really believed you when you promised me you were done with him. You were done chasing after him like some puppy, you said you were ready to just move on with our lives."

She looked down at the box, guilt written all over her face before she put the box on the table. "How'd you find out?" She asked lowly, keeping her eyes down.

"You think I wouldn't hear something about Kanto Manji being in town? Are you serious?" I gawked. "Mikey's one of the most notorious gang leaders right now. Someone was bound to find out he was in town!" I slammed a hand down on the table, causing her to flinch. I wanted to throw chairs and furniture around I was so pissed.

"Dammit, Anaiya, we were supposed to be leaving in four days. Are you even still going?" I snapped, heatedly yelling the question. I knew the answer. She was staying. I could see it all over her face.

She bit her lip before sheepishly shaking her head no. That made me laugh. She chose Mikey over me-or that's how I saw it then. I was so hurt over it. I had taken care of her our whole lives, and all Mikey had ever done was give her a stupid yellow daisy he found when we were no more than nine or ten. I was had always been there to pick up the pieces and comfort her. He had always been the pieces I was there to pick up.

"So, you're choosing him." I chuckled out in disbelief. My blood had been boiling.

"I am not choosing anyone!" Anaiya finally snapped back, her usually cheery disposition replaced by a tearful angered one. Honestly, if she had any fighting skills, she would have reminded me of Angry when he was overly upset. "Why do I have to go? Traveling and see the world, that's always been your thing, Kira! I never said I wanted to leave!" She flung her hands wide, gesturing to what I was assuming was supposed to be more than the four walls of our apartment. "This is where I want to be. This is my home!"

"Home? Never wanted to leave? Who in the hell are you trying to fool here, Iya? I'm not some fucking idiot. I know exactly why you don't want to go anymore." I seethed, my voice carrying well beyond the walls surrounding us. "You wanna go off and chase after Mikey because for some fucking idiotic reason you think you can 'fix' him. There is no fixing someone who doesn't want to be fucking fixed!"

Fat tears ran down her face, and any other time I would be hell bent on finding who made her cry, but now I was the one causing it and I wasn't going to stop. I had babied her our entire lives, making sure never wanted or needed something, making sure no one or thing hurt her. Except for Mikey. I couldn't save her from him. Never was able to keep her from him or make her see what I saw. She'd just tell me I didn't understand and that she could mend whatever it was that was broken. Except she couldn't, and it only ever left her hurt.

"You can't force me to go." She stubbornly said, her bright blue eyes glaring at me. Bright blue eyes that were tinted a little to red to just be tears.

I clutched my fists at my side. "The hell I can't. Who the hell else is going to take care of you, huh? You barely wake up by yourself!"

"We're not kids anymore, Kira. I don't need you to take care of me!" She snapped back venomously.

A angered and irritated growl bubbled out of me. "Is that so?"

"Yes! I can take care of myself. I'm not leaving with you." She said like a child throwing a fit. And to me, she was a child throwing a fit. She was being a stubborn brat who wanted the toy in the store she couldn't have.

"Anaiya, you're going to London with me." I said sternly.

Her fists turned white and if I hadn't known better I would have thought she was going to hit me. No she did far worse. She uttered the most hateful words I had ever heard at the time. Words that cut me down deeper than any blade ever could.

"Just because you lost Keisuke doesn't mean I have to leave Mikey!"

After they flew out of her mouth I knew she didn't mean them. I could see the regret on her face, but I didn't stay to hear her apologize or explain. I grabbed my keys as she called my name and walked out the door. I didn't want to even look at her.

Instead I went to visit Keisuke. Bringing him his favorite yakisoba as an offering, and his favorite drink along with it. I brought my own sushi and soda to eat as I talked to him. Just like we had when he was alive. Just like I had been doing for the last four years.

"I wish you were here." I muttered out. "Things wouldn't be so messed up right now if you were." I felt the tears begin to bubble up. "God, Kei, can you see him from where you are? Mikey just isn't the same, and I can't make Anaiya see it. You could make both of them shut up and listen if you were here. I can't." I felt some of the tears fall. I had really wished he was there. He always knew what to do. He always had a plan to make Mikey wake up. If he had lived, if he had just decided to live and not stab himself in the gut, none of this would be happening.

"I can't stay here." I croaked lowly. "I can't be here without you. It doesn't feel right. I have to go, but I can't leave her here to Mikey either." I sobbed, covering my eyes with the sleeves of Baji's old jacket. The one I wore everyday since he died. An old white jumper that was so tattered and old, anyone on the street probably would tell me to throw it away.

"So don't." I heard someone say behind me.

Jumping I tensed and looked behind me. Standing there, with a matching sorrowful and misery etched face. He must have come to visit Emma.

"Draken." My voice cracked and I felt the tears get harder to hold back. He held a hand out and I took it, getting up from the ground and allowing him to pull me into a hug.

"Baji wouldn't want you so miserable, and if being here makes you like that, then he would want you to go and live your life." He said softly, petting back my hair as I let tears fall heavily. "And as for Anaiya, you can't protect her from herself. She's the only one who can make decisions like that." He shushed my tears, trying to console me.

"Mikey will get her killed." I cried into his chest, unable to hold it all back anymore.

I found myself back then wishing sometimes Anaiya was more like Takemoi in the sense that he was addicted to gambling or like Haruchiyo and his drug addiction. Those things I could control and keep her away from. Instead she was addicted to a person. A person who did not care about others anymore and was as empty as a black void.

Draken held me for a while, letting me sob more and more into his chest until they finally subsided and I had no more tears to shed. After they had finally stopped he still hugged me to his chest and petted back my hair soothingly. He probably needed it as much as I did. Emma had been taken from him just like Keisuke had been taken from me.

"You should go, Kira. Leave for a while and find something that makes you smile again." He said after a while in a mutter.

I nodded my head before asking, "What about you?"

"I have the mechanic shop. I found something I can cling to. It's time you find that for yourself." He sighed and kissed the top of my head. "Baji would want that for you."

So, that night, after Draken and I went our separate ways, I returned home to find Anaiya sitting on the couch, wet hair, tv on but not paying any attention to it. She looked up at the door once I shut it, jumping from her sitting position. She opened her mouth to apologize but I shook my head.

"You don't get to apologize for that." I said sternly, clenching my fists at my side. I didn't want to do what I was about to, but for what was best for me and what I needed then, I knew I had to. "I'm leaving still in four days. You're not going."

She hugged her arms around herself and looked down to her fuzzy socks. "Can I ask what changed your mind?"

"I can't make decisions for you anymore. And I can't make you see Mikey for what he really is. So, I'm letting you do what you want. I'm not going to stop you, but I'm also not going to stay and watch it happen." I gritted my teeth, the words tasting like vile on my tongue. "I also won't support it or be apart of it either. So, when I leave I don't want you to call, because I don't want to hear about it." I sounded harsh and the words sounded hateful and cruel, but this is what was best for both of us. I couldn't be apart of Mikey's world anymore, and if that included Anaiya then I couldn't be part of hers either.

She nodded her head, silent tears falling from her eyes again.

"I love you, Iya, but if you're choosing him then I have to chose myself." I muttered lowly before I left for my room, and locked myself in.

The next day I had gone and told everyone about my leaving and when. The first was Angry and Smiley. Angry cried of course, upset that I was taking off, and Smiley...well Smiley was kind of a dick about it, but I knew it was because he didn't want me to go either. After then were Pah and Peh who both cried like the massive babies they were. Hakkai made me promise to keep in touch and even went as far as to swear to come see me if we were ever in the same place at the same time. Mitsuya tears up and made me swear to all Hakkai had, but then he told me he understood and wished me the best. Takemichi cried...because he was out crybaby hero of course. Draken had known and gave me a hug and wished me luck and told me it wasn't going to be goodbye so he wasn't going to say it.

Chifuyu was my second to last stop and he wasn't thrilled about my presence in general.

"What do you want?" He groaned as we stood outside the pet shop we worked in.

Glaring at the concrete I bit back the insults urging to fly out. "I just wanted to tell you I'll be leaving in a few days. So, I wanted to ask you to take care of Keisuke's grave for me. And before you get all snippy and say you would have anyways, I'm trying to be civil here. You're probably the only person I trust him to."

I could tell on his face he was fighting back the same urges I was. But with a soured look on his face he nodded. I wanted to vomit just being civil with Fuyu, but he had been close to Kei and if I trusted his grave sit to anyone it would have been him.

"Have you talked to Kazutora yet?" He snipped.

Clinching my fists I nodded. "I'm headed up there to see him now, he's known for a while. And once he's out, he'll be coming with me for a while." I admitted. I saw no point in hiding my plans from Chifuyu. Even if it was something he didn't agree with.

Which he didn't.

"No he isn't. He'll be coming with me once he gets out. It's what's best for him." He snapped, his civility at its limit.

Rolling my eyes I took a deep breath. "Staying here and being sent right back into the same streets once he gets out is what's best for him? Sure, whatever you say, Fuyu." I was dripping with sarcasm. "However, Tora and I have already discussed it, and it's what he wants. So, you can kiss my ass for all I care."

"You can't even take care of Anaiya, how do you expect to take care of Kazutora?" He seethed, snapping back venomously.

My limit snapped. I yanked Chifuyu forward by his collar and plunged my fist full force into his mouth. I connected to his jaw two more times before tossing him back onto his ass. I would have kicked him if we weren't in broad daylight and it had already seemed like I randomly assaulted him.

Heaving in anger, breath heavy, I viciously spat, "Don't forget, Chifuyu, last time I left someone in your care I came back to them dead."

He groaned either from pain or anger, but I didn't stick around to see. I left, pissed and hand stinging from the contact. I headed straight for the juvenile facility, washing my hand with a water bottle outside to get rid of the blood dried on my knuckles.

When I saw Kazutora he smiled at me brightly.

"Three days 'til London!" He said excitedly. "I'm happy you're going, but we have to go back once I'm out."

Smiling I nodded. "Duh. There, Florida, and Ireland are the big three right?"

Tora and I talked until a guard came in and told me it was time for me to leave. Wishing me the best he gave me a smile and told me he'd be seeing me in no time. I'd be lying if I said I didn't cry silently the whole way back to the apartment. The thought of leaving Tora, Draken, Mitsuya, and all the other TOMAN members made my heart heavier than I'd like to admit.

Graduation came and went, Anaiya and I hardly saying much of anything to one another and then the day of my leaving came. Draken offered to drive me to the airport, but I had one more stop to make before I left. And that was to Kokonoi and Haruchiyo who I threatened to beat to death if they ever allowed anything to happen to Anaiya. I even went farther to make Kokonoi promise to give me monthly updates via the phone-which he honored and held up for ten long years.

Once I was ready and entering the airport I heard someone calling out my name.

Anaiya with Draken a little ways back by his bike.

She rushed towards me and flung her arms around my neck. Squeezing me tight, I hugged back. "You can still come with me." I offered.

"I can't." She shook her head and squeezed tighter. "You can always come back home. No matter when or why, you can come back." She muttered into my hair.

"And you can always join me whenever." I promised and hugged her tighter. "But I was serious, Iya. Don't call unless it's an emergency. Whatever it is, I'll come home right away." I made her promise.

And that was the last time I saw or heard from her for nearly ten years.

“It was time you stopped running.”

I winced. I wasn't ready to hear that. Not yet anyways.

"I let you go, but I always planned to make you come back." Anaiya added, now looking at me as I looked down at the balcony floor. "It was time you came home. Just like it was time I moved on."

I took a deep breath and nodded. She was right. I had admitted it aloud to Inui and Draken. It just felt different coming from Anaiya. I was always the one taking care of her and telling her when enough was enough. And now the tables were turned and I was the one still acting out and burying my head in the sand.

"Well, I'm home now." I sighed. "And I think its for good." I finally said.

I felt her beam with joy in that second. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. It's time I came home and started facing reality." I looked up and at her. "I just got to find a job and a place to live now. Can't crash on Inui and Draken forever."

She wrapped her arms around me tightly and squealed. "You can stay with me! The Haitani penthouse in large enough for a whole gang to stay in!"

Grimacing I looked inside to the bruised Rindou and Ran who had a goose egg knot forming on his forehead. "Uh...Iya...I don't think they'll like that idea."

She frowned and pulled me back enough to hold me by my arms and shake me. "Why? If I want you there then you'll be there!"

Smirking with a giggle I said, "Still a spoiled brat, huh?"

"I am not!" She pouted.

Laughing at her puffed up cheeks and furrowed brows for a minute, I took in the reality I had just promised myself to. "Seriously, Anaiya, I just beat the hell out of both Haitani brothers. I really don't think either want me living in their house."

"My penthouse is open to you no matter what they think." She rolled her eyes and then poked her head in from the sliding glass door. "Ran, Rin, come here please!" She singed out and both purple headed boys strutted to the balcony.

"Iya, seriously, I have somewhere to stay right now." I pleaded with her. But when Anaiya got an idea in her head there was no talking her out of it.

She turned to them with her chin held high and confidence pouring out of ever pore as she stated, "Kira is going to move in with us."

I felt like I could jump off the building right then and there.

"Ok, Princess, whatever you want." Ran smiled calmly.

"Like hell she is!" Rindou snapped, eyes ablaze.

Smirking I looked at him. "You mad about it, Magic Marker?"

"Magic Marker?" He questioned in confused irritation.

Chuckling I said, "Yeah like the Magic Erase Markers. You look like a kid colored your hair with one." Anaiya suppressed a laugh while Ran cackled aloud.

Raising a brow I looked to him. "Why are you laughing? You look like a giant colored pencil, lanky legs." That made Rindou cackle.

"She can't stay with us." Ran said flatly, obviously insulted.

Smirking I mocked his tears as Anaiya stood in front of me with her arms crossed. "Yes she is." She argued, that pouty look on her face again.

They stared at each other for a minute before the older Haitani caved and sighed an "ok". Anaiya cheered and hugged me tightly again.

Suddenly I didn't find it funny anymore.