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'Miss Me?'- Geto Suguru

| The reader encounters mafia boss Geto who takes her into his home after an altercation. Despite Geto being a busy man, The two slowly fall in love as Geto develops a soft spot for her. |

Cw: Mafia Boss!Geto, black reader, heavy ddlg themes, a brief murder scene, pet names (princess, bun, bubs, sweetheart), praise, degradation, dirty talk, dry humping, scratching, hair pulling, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), missionary position, size difference, lots of fluids, !omorashi! (reader pees on Geto accidentally during sex 🫣), spitting (he spits in her mouth), begging, crying, pussy drunk Geto, Geto whining and whimpering a few times, reader calls him daddy a lot, Geto is filthy, etc.

word count : shorter than my usual fics 😭

sn : I wrote this fic for fun bc I was inspired and decided to post 🥹 there’s lots of cute moments and plot in this fic despite the wild smut 😭 read at ur own discretion 🤲🏾

Days became weeks as you waited for your boyfriend to come back home. You knew he was a busy man though and you always tried to be a good girl and be patient but you were growing restless. You were so attached to him and him being gone was starting to get to you. It also didn’t help that he lived a dangerous lifestyle so whenever you hadn’t heard from him in awhile you always assumed the worst.

Geto Suguru; your daddy, was the top mafia boss in central Japan. He was feared by all and everyone knew his name. Those who knew of him also knew of you and they knew to tread lightly around you unless they had a death wish. Geto was a very scary man, killing people without a second thought. He terrified you when the two of you first encountered but you somehow ended up being his biggest soft spot. His sweet girl that he’d die for in a heartbeat.

It all started when he stormed into your workplace a few years back. You were working at a small restaurant at that time, a mere server. You were just like any other employee, working for money to get by. The restaurant you worked at was a little off putting and it appeared that your manager was suspicious but you never thought much of it until Geto and his men barged in and got into a shootout with your boss.

“Fucking prick. You thought you could take money from me?. Now I’m going to take your pathetic life.” Geto said before he shot your manager right in the head. You screamed as the blood splattered on you from where you hid under one of the tables with a co-worker of yours. In that moment you thought you were gonna die too. All because you decided to work at some shitty restaurant.

“Yo boss, what should we do with the mutts?” A blonde haired guy asked as he grabbed you roughly. His hand gripped your face in a bruising grip as he held you up off the floor like you weighed nothing. You cried in pain and fear as you clawed at his hands for him to release you. Your co-worker was being held by her hair by an intimidating woman with brown hair.

The guy referred to as ‘boss’ observed you with a tilt of his head. You shivered under his deadly gaze, fear taking over you completely. He had the kind of aura that instantly made you want to submit to him in fear of what he’d do to you if he didn’t. He was dressed in a black button up with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and some black slacks. His raven colored hair was tied up in a bun with a few strands left out.

“Speak.” was all the man said to you and you were dumbfounded. Your doe eyes stared at him as you processed what he was asking of you. He was giving you a chance to plead your case. “I-I..please don’t kill me! I haven’t done anything wrong, I’ll forget about all of this! Just please let me go..” you begged as you cried. Geto rubbed the butt of his gun against his chin as he contemplated your pleas.

He then told your co-worker to speak as well but you guess they had the wrong response because he told the woman to kill her before your co-worker could even finish speaking. You flinched at the loud gunshot and sobbed as you closed your eyes. “Clean her up and let her go.” The man stated, pointing at you before walking away. The blonde groaned in annoyance and dropped you.

“Why do I always have to babysit?” He muttered as he led you out of the restaurant. He brought you to a secluded very expensive beautiful home that you later found out the ‘boss’ man owned. The maid servants there got you cleaned up and even fed you which you were grateful for. “Alright mutt, where do you live so I can get rid of you now?” The blonde questioned you once you were settled.

You stayed silent, just staring at him. You decided not to speak because you were afraid but also because you truly had no place to go to. The place you slept at was the little apartment that resided above the restaurant and was given to you by your manager. Now that the restaurant building had been torn apart though, you were essentially homeless. “Silent treatment, huh?” He chuckled. “Well you can be quiet all you want but boss won’t spare you again if you don’t comply.” He warned you.

You chewed on your bottom lip as you debated your response, “I have nowhere to go..” you told him honestly. He sighed hearing that, running a hand down his face in irritation. “You should’ve just died then instead of begging to live.” He tsked while shaking his head. Those words hit you hard, bringing tears to your eyes. “Boss will figure out what to do with you.” He said and left you be.

Gojo talked with Geto about you and your circumstance and it was oddly decided that you’d stay in Geto’s house until you found your own place. This arrangement only worked because Geto was never home. It took you awhile to realize that. In the beginnings of living with him, you avoided the scary man like he was the plague. But when you began to notice his frequent disappearances or his late arrivals in the middle of the night it piqued your curiosity.

You found out through the maids what his name was. “The boss is the most dangerous man in Japan. You’re lucky he let you survive sweetie because he doesn’t do that unless he sees something in a person.” Your favorite maid; Maya, told you as you ate breakfast. “What’s his name? I’ve never had a conversation with him to ask..” you asked once you realized you truly had never conversed with the man. “Geto Suguru. Mr.Suguru. Don’t refer to him by his name though or you might end up dead.” She informed you.

You nodded in understanding as you memorized his name but not too much so you wouldn’t say it even on accident. The first real interaction you had with Geto was when he came home one night to find you fast asleep on his couch. You woke up to him standing over you and you screamed as you sat up. He was completely unphased and not startled at all by your scream which was even more unsettling. “They just left you here? No one took you to your bedroom?” He asked you.

You shook your head, “no..i chose to sleep here so it’s not their responsibility..” you replied softly. “Why did you choose to sleep here though? Aren’t you uncomfy?” He continued. You didn’t understand why he was so concerned with you sleeping on the couch. “I’m not uncomfy, I fell asleep because I got really cozy earlier. Do you want me to not sleep here? I’m sorry if I wasn’t allowed to.” You began to ramble as you stood up, tripping over your feet a little.

“No no, you can do whatever you want.” He told you, and even he seemed a little surprised by his words. “Oh!..okay.” You were surprised at him being so lenient and nice since you’d only heard the bad things about him but you appreciated his kindness. “Have you eaten?” He asked. You nodded, “mhm! Maya made my favorite pancakes earlier, the ones with strawberries and whipped cream on top!” You told him excitedly as you smiled at the memory.

Despite Geto thinking you looked adorable as fuck at the moment, he frowned. “Pancakes for dinner?. That’s not good. You shouldn’t eat sweets so late. I’ll tell Maya to not make them any time after 3pm.” He said and your eyes widened. “B-But they’re my favorite!” You pouted. “and I said no sweets for dinner. Understood?.” The tone he used now sent a shiver down your spine. “Yes sir..” you complied, knowing that he meant what he said.

“Good girl.” The words slipped out before he could even think. You blushed hearing them, not used to such praise. He cleared his throat, “Its late. Go sleep some more, in your bed this time.” He told you. You had no complaints since you were still sleepy. “Okay, goodnight sugu- I mean! sir!” You quickly corrected yourself before you rushed off to your bedroom. Geto heard you about to say his name and oddly enough he didn’t mind it. He found your little panic cute though.

That was the last time you and Geto had spoken for awhile since he had gotten busy again after that interaction. Little did you know though, Geto constantly kept tabs on you. He was always asking gojo and his house staff about you and how you were doing. He didn’t appear to care much on the outside but he did have a little concern over you. The next time the two of you spoke was a lot less casual.

You had gotten hurt because you fell off a chair while trying to stand on it to reach something. Surprisingly to everyone; Geto rushed home to check on you after hearing the news of your sprained ankle. “Are you okay? Does it hurt a lot?” He asked you as he sat down with you and grabbed your leg to inspect your ankle. You nodded, still sniffling and teary eyed from the fall. “It hurts a lot.” You hiccuped.

Geto frowned, “You need to be more careful. Don’t ever climb something like that again. Understood?” He told you. “Y-Yes sir” you sniffled with a pout. “Boss she’s just being dramatic, it’s just sore. She’ll walk it off in a few days.” Gojo dismissed the whole thing. You were getting tired of him and his harsh comments. You glared at him which didn’t phase him at all because your glare looked more like puppy dog eyes. You then took it upon yourself to throw a pillow at his face which caught him off guard.

“Meanie” you huffed as you crossed your arms. Everyone in the staff witnessed this and couldn’t help but laugh, stifling their laughter behind their hands. Even Geto was holding back a laugh as he bit down on his lip. Geto rarely ever smiled or laughed so that left Gojo flabbergasted seeing his boss so amused. “This is some bullshit. I’m tired of this little girl boss.” Gojo expressed, irritated. “I’m tired of you too! ugly face! You should cover all of it, not just your eyes!” You spat back.

“You’re childish and a waste of time. Pesky little girl.” Gojo insulted you back. “and you’re a big meanie! Mean people are ugly! You should be fired” You huffed. Geto chuckled at the two of you, “You think I should fire him, sweet girl?” Geto hummed with amusement as he gently caressed your ankle. You nodded, “mhm! he isn’t good at his job.” You stated. Gojo was dumbfounded that his boss was even entertaining you. “Hm, well since you say so I might just consider it.” Geto chuckled.

Gojo’s eyes widened, “Boss..” he trailed off. “Go somewhere and make yourself useful. Now.” Geto told Gojo as he looked at him with a deadly stare. “Yes sir!” He quickly complied before rushing off. Geto wasn’t actually going to fire Gojo, he could never get rid of his best man. But, he knew Gojo was being unkind to you and he wasn’t going to let that slide. “Come on, let’s get you in bed. No more walking for you, okay?. If I find out you got up on this foot, you’re gonna be in big trouble. Understood?” Geto said to you as he picked you up.

You squeaked in surprise when he suddenly picked you up. “Yes s-“ you started but he cut you off. “Don’t call me sir. You’re not one of my staff so you don’t have to call me that.” He said as he carried you upstairs. “Oh..what should I call you then..?” You asked shyly as your fingers played with the collar of Geto’s shirt. “You can call me by my name if you’d like.” He hummed. “I heard it was bad to say your name though..” you uttered.

“Yeah? Well I’m the boss and I said you can. Everyone in this house obeys me and me only. So what I say stands.” He said as he looked into your eyes. “O-Okay..Suguru~” You mumbled shyly. He grinned, “Good girl.” He praised as he gave your thighs a light squeeze. You blushed deeply, completely flustered as you hid your face in his neck. From then on, you and Geto developed a close relationship.

Everyone couldn’t believe that Geto allowed you to freely say his name. They also were stunned at seeing their cruel boss being sweet to someone for once. The moment the relationship between the two of you turned into something more intimate was when you caught a cold and got sick. Geto was away when he heard the news and he ordered that you’d stay in his bedroom and sleep there until he got back.

The staff took great care of you as they awaited Geto’s arrival. “Sweetheart~” Geto called out softly once he finally got back home after a long day. You were curled up in the center of his bed looking so adorable and also really sick. “Geto..” you whined as your eyes slowly opened to see him approaching you. “Awh, baby got sick. Do you feel a little better now? I told my staff to give you the best care.” He cooed as he placed his hand on your forehead to check your temperature.

You nodded slowly, “mhm, I feel a little better. The staff are really nice to me, even gojo was nice this time.” You told him with a small smile. He chuckled, “That’s good to hear, bun.” He hummed as he admired you fondly. “Missed you..” you muttered out as your small hand moved to hold his. Geto felt his heart swell hearing that. “You did?. I missed you too sweet girl. More than you know.” He said honestly as he caressed your hand with his thumb.

“Come on, let’s give you a bath so we can get rid of those germs.” He said as he picked you up and began carrying you to his bathroom. You snuggled into his hold, curious eyes looking around since this was your first time in Geto’s bedroom. It was told to you that no one was ever allowed in Geto’s room so you felt special at the moment. Reality hit you once Geto had the bath all set and he began to look at you expectedly. “I-I..urm..” you stuttered out shyly as you grew flustered.

“Want me to cover my eyes?” He asked you. “Yes please!” You didn’t hesitate to say. Geto was amused at how adorably shy you were but he understood your wishes so he covered his eyes. You then took your clothes off before slipping into the warm bubble bath. You let out a sigh of contentment as you relaxed fully. “You can uncover them now.” You told him. Geto hadn’t had anyone tell him what to do in awhile and the fact that it was a cute thing like you of all people made him feel soft, but in the best way possible.

Geto was deeply unprepared for the sight of you naked in his bathtub. He couldn’t see much due to all the bubbles covering you up, but it sure did have his imagination running rampant. Geto stood there just staring at you for longer than he intended to until you snapped him out of his filthy thoughts. “Geto?” You called out. “Sorry bubs. Got lost in thought.” He cleared his throat. Geto then rolled up his sleeves and began washing you up. You melted into his soothing touch as he gently cleaned you up with care.

Geto tried to keep his thoughts as pure as possible as his hands felt all of your curves and dips. He let you dry yourself off once the bath finished and told you to go wear something from his closet while he drained the tub. You were in awe as you looked around his big fancy walk in closet. Everything in it was so ‘manly’ and you loved it. You settled for one of his white button up shirts and climbed back into his bed once you were dressed.

You put a show on Geto’s tv as you waited for him to get out of the shower. He had his hair down when he came out dressed in a t-shirt and some sweatpants. You gawked at the sight of him and his pretty hair, “Your hair is really pretty.” You complimented him honestly. “Aw, thanks bun.” He chuckled as he tied his hair up in a half up half down style. “Why don’t you wear it down more often?” You asked him as you watched him climb into bed beside you. “Too much of a hassle. It gets in the way, you know?” He explained.

You nodded in understanding. “Well I think I like it most when your hair is down” you declared with a smile. “Is that so?” He chuckled. “I should wear down more often then, just for you.” He mused and you giggled. “I’d like that~” you grinned. The two of you got comfy in bed and talked until you fell asleep. You somehow ended up falling asleep on top of Geto, not that he minded at all. He wrapped his strong arms around you and placed a kiss on your forehead.

Geto constantly felt the urge to kiss those pretty plump lips of yours but he fought against it. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. You felt so warm and safe in Geto’s hold, it was the best sleep you’d had in awhile. You woke up the next morning to some rustling around. “Sugu?” You called out sleepily as you rubbed your eyes. “Go back to sleep bubs, it’s early and you need to rest.” He told you softly. “But where are you going?” You asked as your eyes finally cleared up to see him getting dressed.

You let out a soft gasp seeing that he was shirtless. He had on dress pants that were unbuttoned still, allowing you to see his briefs and a glimpse of his dick imprint. His hair was also down, falling over his shoulders as he got ready. You peeked shamelessly at him from above the blankets. You quickly hid your eager eyes once he directed his attention on you though. “Why are you hiding bun? You can stare at me if you want.” Geto chuckled as he walked over to the bed.

Geto then climbed over top of you, hovering over you as he pulled the blankets away from your eyes. “You feeling better?” He asked you. “mhm, are you leaving again?” You asked him. “Got some business I need to handle sweetheart.” He told you as he cupped the side of your face. You pouted, “You’re always leaving. Do you really have to go?” Your precious doe eyes almost made him fold. “I do really have to go but I’ll be back soon, I promise” he hummed.

“You’re gonna be good for me until I get back, right?” He said as his thumb swiped over your bottom lip, his eyes seemingly fixed on your mouth. You were flustered, “Y-Yes..I’ll be good.” You reassured. “Good girl, always so sweet for me.” He cooed. “Geto..” you whined. “What did I say to call me when we’re alone?” He questioned you. You knew your ears had to be red by now. “D-Daddy~” you muttered shyly, completely embarrassed.

It was a few weeks ago when Geto told you to address him as ‘daddy’ but he never gave you an explicit reason why. “Good girl” he said before he kissed you, making your eyes widen. The last thing you expected was for him to kiss you. You whined and tried to push him away, “Daddy no, ‘m sick.” You reminded him. “It’s okay bubs, daddy is strong. I won’t get sick.” He hummed and continued to kiss you. He kept alternating between full on eating your face and then pecking your lips repeatedly.

It seemed he really enjoyed kissing you. You enjoyed it just as much, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kissed him back. You let out cute little whines and mewls into the kisses that drove Geto crazy. “Fuck..you’re gonna make daddy late princess.” Geto sighed as his trailed kisses down your neck. “Daddy should stay home with me” You tried to persuade him as you ran your fingers through his hair. “I want to baby..trust me I do. But daddy’s work is very serious and I’m the boss so I have to be there.” He explained.

His actions were betraying his words though because he moved to get underneath the covers with you, gripping your thighs as he positioned himself between your legs. “b-but ah—“ your words got cut off due to a moan you let out once you felt Geto start to grind his hard cock against your cunt. “no buts. Daddy has to work in order to keep his princess safe.” He grunted as he rutted against you. He could feel how your cunt progressively got wetter, creating a wet spot on his briefs.

“shit..I wanna fuck your cute little cunt so bad, sweet girl.” He panted into your neck. You whined, back arching slightly as your hips pushed back against his. You attempted to match his pace but you were failing miserably. “n-nasty daddy.” You whimpered. The moment got terribly interrupted by an obnoxious knock at Geto’s bedroom door. “Yo boss! Hurry up, we don’t have time to waste! I know you didn’t oversleep.” Gojo yelled from outside the door. Geto groaned in annoyance.

“I’m coming! shithead..” Geto yelled back. “sorry bun, daddy’s gotta go now.” He sighed and kissed your pouty lips. “When are you gonna be back?” You asked him as you watched him get up and finish getting dressed. “Don’t know baby..but I’ll try to come back as soon as possible.” He said as he tied his hair up in its signature bun and tucked in his shirt. Geto didn’t bother changing his pants and briefs despite your slick that was still seeped into them.

“Bye sweetie.” He said as he kissed you one last time. “Bye bye daddy~” you waved as you watched him leave. From that moment on you became Geto’s girl and he made sure everyone knew it too. The staff was unsurprised though because they noticed their boss grow a soft spot for you. Geto having to ‘take care of business’ is what had you sulking now in present time. He’d been gone for almost a month now. It’s the longest he’d been away in years.

You were lounging on the couch when you heard the door open and you rushed to see if it was Geto, only to see Gojo. “Well don’t look so disappointed. Aren’t I your second favorite person?” He teased as he laughed. “Shut up. You could’ve stayed gone forever.” You huffed. “Aw, hurts to hear you be so mean cutie. I taught you that?” He chuckled as he patted your head. You slapped his hand away since he was touching your fresh box braids.

“How come you’re here and he isn’t? Aren’t you two attached by the hip?” You pouted. Gojo shrugged, “Boss said he had some other stuff to take care of, he should be here by tonight though.” He said. “Really?” You perked up excitedly. “Yes really.” He chuckled. “You’ve been crying over him haven’t you?” He teased. “No I didn’t..” you attempted to lie but it was obvious. “Crybaby. Geto isn’t even that great.” He laughed. “Yes he is!” You defended as you stomped your small foot.

Gojo cooed, “Everyday I realize more and more why boss likes you so much, you’re just so darn cute.” He smiled honestly as he pinched your cheeks. You squirmed and giggled, you were flattered since it was rare that Gojo complimented you. “Sugu is gonna kill you for touching me.” You teased. “Shh, don’t tell him.” Gojo entertained your antics, though he knew those words somewhat rung true. Geto was serious about no one touching his princess.

“Wanna know a secret?” He whispered suddenly and you eagerly nodded. You leaned in close, gojo leaning down to your height to tell you the discreet information. “Geto has been missing you a lot, I’ve never seen him so mushy and sappy before. He brought you up allll the time. He said he was gonna die if he didn’t come back home to you soon.” Gojo whispered. Your eyes widened at the information, it made you happy to know that Geto missed you just as much as you missed him.

“Sugu can’t die though, I’ll be really sad.” You pouted. “Don’t worry, boss is literally immortal somehow.” He laughed honestly. “Oh! and he’s also been kinda a perv. he’d definitely kill me for telling you this..but he was super stressed you know? and then he kept going on about wanting to fuck you and feel your cunt squeezing him..it was hard to listen to.” He told you, seemingly cringing as he remembered his boss’s rambling. You blushed hearing the additional secret, getting shy as you hid your face in your hands.

“Sugu likes to say icky stuff sometimes..” you muttered, flustered. “Oh please don’t act like you don’t enjoy it.” He cackled as he teased you. You whined and pushed him away, “I do not!” you huffed in embarrassment. “Mhm whatever you say princess.” He chuckled. “Now go make yourself busy, I have important things to do as well.” He hummed. “I didn’t want to stay and talk to you anyways.” You giggled as you skipped away. “Ouch, that one hurt.” He said as he dramatically placed his hand over his heart.

Since you knew your daddy was actually coming home tonight, you wanted to make yourself look pretty for him. You started off with doing your makeup. You decided to keep it simple so you did a simple eye look with cute pink hearts for decoration. You contemplated what to wear for awhile until you settled on a white silk dress with a bow in the back. You paired the dress with lacy thigh high socks. You were happy with your look as you twirled while looking at yourself in the mirror.

You sprayed on your favorite perfume and then kept yourself busy as you waited for Geto to get home. You did your usual hobbies of reading, drawing, and watching tv but you couldn’t help the way your eyes constantly checked the clock. Your energy depleted the later the day got and by the time it was 10pm you were getting teary eyed. You got lost in how sad you were, fully prepared to sob that you didn’t hear the door opening behind you. “Miss me?”

You suddenly heard Geto’s voice and you immediately perked up and looked to see him standing there with flowers and a box of chocolates in his hand. “Sugu!” You cried as you ran and jumped into his arms. “oof, I don’t remember you being this heavy baby” he teased as he held you and kissed your forehead. “Why are you crying bun?” He asked you softly as he carried you back to the couch. “I missed you, thought you weren’t comin’ home today.” You sniffled.

“Awh, princess I couldn’t wait to come back home to see you. I just got a little busy.” He hummed as he sat down on the couch with you on his lap. “I got you some treats though” he smiled as he handed you the chocolates. You excitedly opened them up and began eating them immediately. He chuckled, “you and that damn sweet tooth. It’s too late to be eating sweets but since you’ve been good you deserve it.” He cooed as he wiped the tears from your soft cheeks.

“You look pretty bubs” he complimented once he got a really good look at your whole ensemble. “wanted to look pretty f’r daddy.” You muffled around a piece of chocolate. “You always look pretty, my pretty girl. So beautiful and all mine” he flattered you and you giggled. “thank you daddy” you said softly with a grin. A comfortable silence took over as Geto just admired you, content and happy to just be in your presence again. His hands caressing your thighs in a soothing motion.

You just sat there happy as ever, eating your chocolates without a single thought in your head. “I missed you so so much baby..” Geto suddenly sighed as he buried his face in your neck. “mm, you smell good sweetheart” he breathed you in. You giggled, “that tickles” you told him as you squirmed a little. He breathed out a small laugh, “sorry baby. Daddy just needs to feel you against him right now.” He muttered into your skin as he closed his eyes.

Your hands moved to play in Geto’s hair, running your fingers through it and scratching at his nape. He let out a faint moan in content at the feeling. You were happy to be pleasing him so much, feeling him completely relaxed against you. You took his hair tie out so his hair could be fully down just the way you liked it. “feels so good baby..” he mumbled into your neck. You giggled, “I like making daddy feel good” you said honestly with pride.

You felt geto squeeze lightly at your hips after you said that. You began to tug at his hair as you played with it and you felt him tense up a bit. “do you like it more when I pull it or when I scratch?” you asked him, completely innocent. You were truly just genuinely curious but you were oblivious to how you were affecting Geto. “both feels great baby..” he sighed. “Okay~” you giggled. You then continued to do both happily until you felt Geto’s dick poking against your thigh.

“daddy…you’re hard..” you muttered out as you froze. “mm, daddy’s cock missed you and your sweet cunt bubs.” He said as he pulled you even closer so that you sat directly on top of his throbbing cock. You whined and squirmed. “you gonna be a good princess for daddy and let him stuff your cute hole?” He hummed as he looked at you. “because daddy needs it..needs it really bad. You wanna make me feel good, don’t you bun?” He continued as he began to kiss up your neck.

You nodded, “m-mhm, I wanna make you feel good” you breathed out softly. “Good girl” He praised before he suddenly flipped you over onto your back on the couch. You gasped and didn’t have much time to process before Geto was ripping your panties off. “so pretty” he groaned as he spread your lips with his fingers to get a good look at your cunt. He then spit on your cunt and dragged his fingers through your slit. You whined, “f-filthy daddy” you stuttered out as you tried to close your legs.

Geto was quick to slap your thigh, causing you to let out a sob. “Don’t fucking close them or else you’re gonna get punished. Understood?” He threatened. This Geto reminded you a lot of his terrifying demeanor when you first met him and it had you spooked. But this time it had you scared in a good way. “Y-Yes daddy” you responded obediently, just like Geto liked. “Good, because daddy has zero patience right now and you’re gonna take whatever is given to you like a good slut.” He said as he lowered his face down in between your legs.

Geto rubbed circles into your clit, mixing his saliva in with your slick as he watched you squirm and kick your legs. You were always so sensitive and Geto loved it. He groaned at the taste of you as he ran his tongue along your pussy, your juices coating his tongue and driving him crazy. After that he was eating you out like a man starved. He gripped your thighs so tight to the point it hurt as his tongue lapped at your cunt repeatedly.

Usually Geto was more precise and took his time when he ate you out but he was too greedy for you to do that this time. Drool pooling from the corners of his mouth and onto your wet cunt as he ate you out sloppily. “s’ too much! d-daddy!” you squealed as you cried out and tugged at his hair. Your incessant tugging at his hair only fueled him on more as he sucked harshly at your clit. “taste so fucking good baby, ugh daddy could eat you up all day.” He moaned as he swirled his tongue around your clit.

“love this sweet pussy so much” he muttered against your cunt as he kissed it with his drool and cum slicked lips. Geto slid his two fingers into you, spreading them and curling them inside you until you sobbed and scratched at his shoulders. “there you go, falling apart so prettily for me sweetheart” he cooed as he thrusted his fingers into you while his thumb played with your clit. “s-sugu! I-I’m gonna-“ you wailed before you squirted all over Geto’s hand and his face, soaking the couch underneath you.

Geto moaned at the sight, “making such a fucking mess, sensitive bitch always coming so damn quick” he degraded and you whimpered. His fingers never ceased their movements, continuously fucking into you as gushed nonstop around his thick fingers. “Tell daddy that you’re sorry for making a mess.” He demanded as he slapped your pussy three times. The wet smacks sounding throughout the living room as you cried and your back arched.

“I-I’m sorry daddy” you sniffled. “For?” He prodded with a sadistic grin. “F-For making a big mess..” you continued as you looked at him with your big teary eyes. “Good girl” he praised as he slurped up your juices filthily. He didn’t want to waste a drop as he lapped up your mess while his fingers continued thrusting into your fluttering hole. “so fucking wet for me” he sighed in satisfaction as he listened to the squelching of your cunt. “Daddy’s cock is gonna slide right in, hm?” He said and you instantly shook your head.

“s’ too big” you moaned out honestly. Geto chuckled, “you can take it though. Your daddy’s big girl, right? made just for my cock.” He encouraged as he suckled at your clit before biting down on it. You cried out at the feeling, your hands attempting to push Geto’s head away. “hurts’ daddy” you whined. “stop that shit.” He tutted as he pushed your hands away. “you’re acting like a spoiled whiny bitch. take what’s given to you like a good whore or you won’t get to cum again.” He stated as his dark eyes looked up at you with that stern expression.

You pouted, lip quivering as tears fell down your cheeks. You nodded in response to him and he tsked in disapproval, his fingers stilling as they pressed against your sweet spot that had your legs trembling. “use your words or I’ll stop right here.” He said as he looked at you expectantly. The next whine you let out sounded carnal, all high pitched and pathetic as you tried to move against his stilled fingers to feel any friction against that spot that craved it so desperately. “y-yes daddy! -ah please! please!” You sobbed.

“My good girl” he grinned, pleased with your begging as he began to move his fingers again. He gave you exactly what you wanted, his fingers abusing that sensitive spot that had your cunt spasming and dripping all over his hand. “Want you to cum again for daddy, you can do that right sweetie?” He requested as his fingers continued their assault on your fluttering pussy. You nodded, “m-mhm! baby can do that!” you moaned.

Your hips pressed back against Geto’s fingers, matching his pace as you desperately chased your second orgasm. “fuck..you’re filthy. So eager and willing to please. Just a cock hungry slut.” He groaned as he watched you fuck yourself on his fingers, your fluids seeping through the cracks of his fingers and running down his wrist. “O-Only for daddy” you whined as you felt that knot build up in your stomach again. Your back arching and your nails digging into the couch cushions for dear life.

Once that seam burst Geto was quick to drink you up, tongue laid out and ready to taste your juices. He never got tired of tasting you, moaning into your pussy as he slurped up your new mess. You just laid there whining and twitching, already spent and stimulated. Geto was far from done with you though. “Tapping out baby?” He chuckled as he saw your fucked out face, eyes already fluttered closed. You nodded slowly, “‘m too sensitive daddy” you whined softly.

“Awh, that’s cute. I just got you all ready for my cock though sweet girl.” He cooed as he unbuckled his belt. That sound sent shivers down your spine. You whimpered and tried weakly to crawl away only for Geto to grab your legs and pull you right back. “Aht aht, can’t have that baby. Daddy waited too long to feel your pretty pussy around his cock.” He hummed as he finished undressing. His cock was throbbing and red at the tip, precum dripping down the sides of it.

You whined at the sight of it, your pussy clenching in need despite how overly stimulated you already were. A gasp left your throat when Geto began to rub his swollen tip through your slit. Your eyes rolling back and Geto groaning into your ear. “Fucks sake..this pussy is gonna be the death of me..” he muttered as he panted against your dewy skin. He took off your dress so he could see you fully. You looked unreal underneath him, almost too beautiful for his eyes. “What did I ever do to deserve a beautiful woman like you..”

You blushed at his genuine words, “I love you daddy” you told him with a smile. “I love you too little bun” he smiled back and kissed you softly. That was the extent of softness you were gonna get for awhile because now that Geto had you all relaxed he started pushing his cock head into you, stretching out your tight cunt as you cried out and whimpered. Your nails dragged down Geto’s back leaving red trails as you felt his thick cock pushing into your poor sensitive cunt. Geto gritted his teeth, groaning carnally as he felt your sloppy soft walls mold around his dick.

Geto paused once he fully bottomed out, being kind enough to allow you to adjust. “Tell me when..” he grunted out. He was like a wild animal waiting to be set loose and you had full control over him at the moment. Watching the heavy rise and fall of his chest as he breathed but also seeming as if he was holding his breath, the way his hands gripped your thighs so painfully tight to leave prints of his hands, the way his hair fell in his face as he stared down at you with a gaze that seemed as if he wanted to eat you alive.

It only took a minute or so for you to adjust and you could see Geto getting antsy. Biting down on his lower lip and trying to stop himself from rutting and grinding into you, failing miserably at times. You let out a shaky breath and opened your mouth to tell him to start and as soon as you uttered the first syllable, he started to pound into you. He didn’t waste a single second, not even letting you say the full word. You turned into a moaning screaming mess as Geto pounded into you mercilessly.

“my fucking pussy, feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock princess.” He growled as he thrusted into you hard and fast, fucking you like it was the last time he’d ever get to. He started kissing and sucking on your tits as he fucked into you, leaving pretty red and purple marks as he panted and drooled against your brown skin. The head of his cock was beating your cervix up, hitting it hard each time he slammed into you. It hurt so bad in the best way possible. You were wailing, hiccuping and creaming around Geto’s dick.

“Little pussy’s just eating my dick up -shit ngh—feel me all deep in your guts princess? pressing up against your womb?” He gritted as he watched the way his cock slammed in and out of your abused pussy over and over again. The little sputters of fluids your cunt released, forming a creamy ring around his dick and dripping down to his balls that were clapping against the cusp of your cute ass. “fuckk such a pretty fucktoy all for me..ugh ngh uh” he moaned as his eyes rolled back slightly. He was getting lost in the feeling of your gummy walls squeezing his cock.

“Daddy’s gonna fill you up so much bun, have this cute tummy all full of my cum” he moaned as he pressed his hand down on your lower abdomen making you squeal and your legs shake. You tried to push his hand away feebly because something didn’t feel right. “w-wait! daddy!” You babbled out, sobbing as you shook your head. Geto didn’t listen to any of it, grabbing your hands and using his free hand to pin them over top of your head. “I told you to stop that shit” he growled as he continued to pound into you animalistically with his hand pressing harder against your abdomen.

“b-but Sugu!” You screamed but it was too late and you were crying and pissing all over Geto’s cock. “Oh fuck..” he trailed off, watching in shock as he felt the warm liquid pour out and soak the coach and his cock. You were completely embarrassed, face flushed as you sniffed and sobbed. “shh shh, it’s okay baby -ah shit..” he tried to comfort you, moaning still because despite the piss his hips never ceased their movements. He was still fucking into you as if nothing happened. In his mind all it did was make his dick slide into you easier.

“n-nasty daddy..daddy’s -mfph nasty..” you whimpered with a hiccup. “love this sweet cunt too much to stop…fuck you really pissed all over me..fucking filthy -uh mm filthy fucking little girl” he groaned into your mouth as he kissed you and continued fucking your wet sloppy cunt. It was so wet now that his dick slipped out, making him lose his momentum but he didn’t waste a second to slide right back in. “It slides in so easy now bun, you should piss on me every time” he joked, chuckling breathily against your lips.

He slid his tongue into your mouth, kissing you messily as the two of you fucked like rabbits. “Open..” he muttered and you instantly obeyed, opening your mouth wide for him to spit onto your waiting tongue. You moaned at the lewd gesture, Geto licking into your mouth afterwards. “Good fucking girl.” He praised as he raised your legs up higher until you were completely folded up. Now fucking into you at deeper angle that had you seeing stars. You were so far gone now, just babbling and making pathetic noises with your eyes rolled back.

Geto was just as gone as you were. His hair damp and sticking to his sweaty form, cock throbbing and spurting precum into you, moaning and groaning nonstop as he used your cunt like his personal flesh toy, drool leaking from the corners of his mouth, scratches and bite marks from you marking his skin. “That’s right, just lay there and fucking take it. Just like you’re supposed to. Made just for my cock. Who owns you?” He was rambling now, completely pussy drunk as he obliterated your cunt with his thick cock.

“‘m daddy’s girl..g-geto owns me..” you managed to stutter out, the words choked up in moans and sobs. “mhm, all fucking mine.” He huffed as his hand wrapped around your throat. “shittt daddy’s gonna cum baby —ngh mfph..” he moaned, his pace somehow quickening as he felt his orgasm approaching. “Gonna milk daddy’s cock? hm?” He panted and you nodded. “n-need it -ah uhn wan’ it daddy” you whined out as you tried to fuck back against Geto’s cock. You couldn’t match his pace at all but it drove Geto crazy to see you trying to fuck yourself on him.

“fucking hell..if you keep doing that I’m gonna bust baby..” he mumbled, his words ending off in almost a whimper as his eyes fixated on the sight of you desperately trying to fuck him back. He even slowed his pace down just to accommodate yours. The two of you perfectly in sync while fucking each other. The position and the pacing made it so the head of his cock perfectly grinded up against your g-spot, making your toes curl as you whined out Geto’s name. “d-deeper daddy~” you begged and geto gladly obliged, shoving his cock deeper into your greedy hole.

“mm s’ feels so g-good daddy..” you whined breathily. Geto was the fucked out one now, groaning and whimpering as he let you fuck yourself on him. Cunt clenching around him just right and making him lose his mind. “cum’n me -heh uhn please daddy..” you babbled as you rutted against Geto, twitching as your clit bumped against his abdomen. That was all it took for Geto to snap, moaning out as he came deep inside you. Rope after rope of his thick warm semen filling up your cunt that milked it all up.

“s-shit…” geto whined pathetically into your neck as he came nonstop, his cum seeping out the sides of where his cock plugged you up. Your body trembled at the feeling, cumming soon after and adding to the huge mess of fluids as you creamed on Geto’s dick. The both of you were breathing heavily as you came down from your climaxes. Geto’s heavy body laid on top of you, practically crushing you but you didn’t mind it because he was so warm. You were trying your best not to fall unconscious, eyelids heavy and fighting to close.

“You okay baby bun?” Geto asked you after awhile of comfortable silence. “mhm..” was all you could muster out. Geto was satisfied with the reply though, climbing off of you and pulling his cock out with a small hiss. He was just as sensitive as you now. He whistled once he got a good look of the mess that was made on the couch, “well shit..I’ll just get the maids to clean it..” he muttered. Geto then got in between your legs and began to clean you up, eating the mixture of fluids out of your pussy.

He truly was filthy and you secretly loved it. You squirmed as he did it but you didn’t have any more energy to stop him. Once he was satisfied with it he stopped and then moved to kiss you, spitting the frothy fluids into your mouth as the two of you kissed sloppily. You swallowed it and Geto smiled. “Missed you so much bubs” he reminded once again before he began to affectionately peck all over your face.

[noahmaxim]

I am back - Alucard Hellsing

Warnings: cuteness?

It's my first post, take it easy with me.

may contain spelling errors, English is not my first language.

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It's been exactly thirty years since Alucard disappeared, for many years I kept hoping that he would return. But now I feel my hopes getting weaker, I swear I try to keep believing, but every day it gets harder.

"You and Seras said he would come back, but it's been thirty bloody years. I've become an old woman." Integra complains sitting in her chair.

"Wait a little longer Mr. Integra, the master will be back soon!" Seras had so much conviction, I wish I could be as sure of that as she was.

"Seras, I'm already old and one day I'll die. You and Sn can wait for eternity without a single wrinkle appearing on your skin." She holds out her cigar for me to light. In those thirty years I kind of became sort of the new Walter.

"That's just one of the bonuses that comes with master immortality." I say and Seras nods.

We hear the door to Integra's office open and reveal the three priests with whom Dr. Hellsing has a meeting today.

"I said to guide you to the meeting room." She gets up to greet them. I could feel their malicious and destructive intentions. Like everyone else, their will is to tear down the hellsing institution, but Seras and I won't let them.

[...]

I wake up quickly from my sleep when I hear the sounds of gunshots coming from Integra's room. I get up and run there as fast as I can, and when I try to get in I end up bumping into Seras who is standing in front of the door.

"But what the hell is going on?" I ask but get no response.

"Master!" As soon as that word left Seras's lips my blood runs cold and my palms begin to sweat. I step out from behind her and in front of me is Alucard on the ground and Integra in front of him feeding him her blood.

"Alucard!" I call him and he directs his gaze to me, his typical smile appears on his lips making my heart race.

"Come to me dear." He stands and stretches his arms out to me. I run to him jumping into his arms.

"it took you so long that Integra is as wrinkled as a raisin." I say and feel my lover's chest vibrate with his laugh and I hear Integra curse me.

"I did everything I could to get back as soon as possible." He squeezes me even tighter in his arms.

"Go have your couple moments outside my room. Everyone out, I want to sleep!" She throws the three of us out of the room.

"It's good to have you back master." Seras makes her way down the long corridor.

"How about we go back to our room." Alucard lifts me off the ground walking towards the basement.

When we arrive he sits on his throne with me still on his lap. It was so good to have Alucard back, it was still hard to believe and the fear that he would be gone again settles in my chest.

"Never think of me leaving again." I order making him laugh.

"I won't go." He lifts my chin gently with his long, cool fingers, he places a kiss on my lips. Her tongue asks for passage and I let her in, her mouth had a subtle taste of blood and at the same time it was sweet. We separate and I rest my head on his chest, and even with the fear of sleeping and him disappearing again, I end up falling asleep.

[brinkofdiscovery]

I WANT. TO SEE. RYDER MISSING AND THE TEAM GETTING HIM BACK. Pleaseeeee please I wanna see Ryder have to acknowledge that he's loved

HERE YOU GO!!! Hypothermia round TWO!!! And also the drabble that made me realize how inconvenient it can be to have a character who's name is a noun. Anyway here you go muah muah __ Contains: Hypothermia, Guns, Near Death Experience, Kidnapping, Rescue __ Snow sunk through Ryder’s clothes as it melted, freezing water biting at his skin in the bitter cold. He’d be willing to talk now, if they asked. Or he’d at least be willing to tell half-truths to buy himself more time. But with the way things were going, they knew that already.

Snow clouds closed in overhead, ice froze on his eyelashes and along the ropes that bound his hands together. He curled in on himself, looking up to the guards who’d been sent to bring him here. They were leaning against their car, smoking, talking. They weren’t even looking at him. They weren’t interested in any more of his red herrings.

This wasn’t an interrogation anymore; it was a murder.

Cars passed faintly overhead. He could hear each one driving slowly over the snowy roads. If they were still trying to interrogate him, and not just going for a clean death, this would be very effective. The cruel reminder that he was mere yards away from safety and too weak to reach it would be a decent tactic.

He shivered. The chill had long since sunk into his bones. He felt tired, he felt weak. There was a sliver of a chance someone would see him, or an officer would pull over to talk to the guards, but he wasn’t counting on it. He’d close his eyes soon, and he wouldn’t wake up. The snow would cover him for the next few weeks, but in the spring they’d find his body. They’d cover it up in the news, or they wouldn’t. Either way, it didn’t matter; he wouldn’t see his team again.

That was okay. He’d kept them safe.

He stared forward at his bound hands. His wrists were bruised and red from the ropes. He flexed his fingers a bit, trying to keep some blood moving. He felt like he was trying to buy time, but really he just didn’t want his hands to freeze while he was alive to feel it.

Snowflakes started to fall, thick and heavy. Ryder closed his eyes.

Somewhere in the distance he could hear tires screeching to halt.

He could hear shouting, arguing, a car door slamming.

A gunshot rang out, terrifyingly close, and his eyes snapped open again. The shouting was closer now, coming from the men on the bank above him. He couldn’t think to cower, to make himself smaller or hide, but a second gunshot sounded and he found a way. He curled in on himself, covering his head as best he could with bound arms.

“I found him!” Someone shouted from above, “God, he- he might be dead! Someone come help me!”

Foggy voices filled the air. He could hear muffled panicked chatter following the sound of boots sliding down the snowy bank.

Someone had him by the shoulders. They lifted him up, settling him into a second pair of arms. “Ryder.” Snow’s voice faded in through the fog. They sounded frantic and far away. “Open your eyes, look at me.”

“Mhmn…” He felt tired, he could barely manage to open his mouth to speak. He leaned into the feeling of a warm hand against his forehead. “Sn..w..?”

“God, he’s freezing.” Snow’s free hand cupped Ryder’s face for a moment, their hand pressed to his forehead again. “Sam, get him to the van.”

Ryder felt himself pulled back into someone’s arms. They were sturdy, soft, strong… They held him close. He could hear Snow’s voice, distant again, giving out stern orders. He opened his eyes for a moment, Sam was a warm blur of vague shapes and soft golden hair. He dropped his head into his chest and closed his eyes again.

When he opened his eyes he was in the back of the van. His clothes were dry, and he was laying under a blanket on a nest fashioned out of the other’s coats. Marcello sat on the floor beside him, holding a plastic water bottle between two of those instant-heat packets you use to warm your hands on cold days. He didn’t seem to notice Ryder was awake. Snow was on his opposite side, sitting with their back against the seat in front of them.

Ryder tried to speak, but all that came out was a weary groan. Snow and Marcello immediately looked over to him, snapping into action at the sight of him starting to stir.

“Don’t talk,” Snow whispered, “save your strength. Marcello, lift his head.”

“Right.” Marcello said. He passed the water bottle to Snow, and gently slid his arm under Ryder’s shoulders. Ryder didn’t expect to be so limp in Marcello’s arms, but there was little he could do beside muttering a quiet thanks as he was lifted.

“Shh.” Snow pressed the bottle to his lips. The water was pleasantly warm, and he realized in that moment just how deep the chill in his bones had settled.

“S-s.. Where– Sa…” Ryder stammered as soon as he could manage.

“Sam’s in the front seat.” Marcello answered, lowering Ryder back down onto his nest of jackets.

“Kr–s…” He continued.

“Kris is driving. We’re all here. Stop talking.” There was none of the usual bite to his words, none of his usual edge. It was just a soft, level command. Marcello took one of the heat packets and pressed it gently to Ryder’s cheek. He smiled as Ryder pressed further into it.

He didn’t think he’d ever seen Marcello look so soft.

Ryder smiled weakly back at Marcello, and then looked past him to the van’s window. He could see the streetlights passing by with the reflections of the cars beside them. People were passing them on the freeway; Kris was driving slowly. That was unlike her.

The snow fell heavily past the van. He could see the way it’d started to gather on the trees outside. He settled into the warmth of Marcello’s hand against his cheek, moving a weak hand to rest on Marcello’s knee as he watched the world outside. It was still daylight out.

[simp4konig]

okay, a couple questions

1: favourite song?

2: favourite movie/show?

3: idk anything else you want me to know-

Okay 😋😋 saw this immediately but didnt have time in the morjning to respond ☹️ SORRY !!!!

1. I have more than one 🥵

I dont expect you to listen to all of these btw !! 😰😰Dont waste your time if you dont ijow tjem, 😭🙏 :

So yeah, basically I play all these songs^^^ on repeat 💀☠️☠️ Drift Phonk is SO good 💯💯😎even tjo its bass boosted cowbells with some. Percussion 🤓🤓☝️ i think its rlly good lol

Also have some rap/pop songs that are in Polish that im NOT gonna include here bc its not like youll understand a word of whay theure saying 😱😱😱

2. LOVEEEEE "Money Heist/La Casa de Papel " it's made me cry twice🥰💔💔om the fifth episode of the last season because my favourite character died😞

I watch True Crime documentaries and just documentaries abt the internet😇😇 My favs for each category respectively: "Don't F**k With Cats" + "The Most Hated Man on The Internet (i think its called anyeays lmaoo)

Also like watching classic films. Idk, i dont like tje stuff that comes out nowadays 🤕 so any blockbusters from the 80s–10s i LOVE 🤩🤩

3. Random information:

Natural blonde, with GRAY-blue eyes (because my eyesight is bad so the colour in my eyes has faded, 🥲 — so obv. I wear glasses😔its sad bc my eyes were ocrsn blue and now look metallic 🤖)

My handwriting is god-awfulm, like ILLEGIBLE😭😭😭 its sn insult to the paper honestly 💀💀you should see ky school books my notes are so messy ajd sll over the place i feel bad for the teachers that mark my exams/assessments😰

Currently reading the Harry Potter books (up to the fifth film, but i thought i should also read the books to compare😊), and im on the fourth novel — Its so THICK and im svared bc my good friend that's lendijg me these said that the next one is the longest 🤯 i might just kms 🙂🔫

I have a cat figurine collection 😱😱 I visit charity shops with my mum (mostly outvof obligation 😵), but we sometimes get lucky and founf ones out of porcelain, glass/crystal, carved in wood, etc 😽🐈🐈‍⬛😺

You know old ladies that wear flower patterns🌸🌺🌷 and middle-aged moms in their late 30s/40s tjay wear cheetsh /leopard print🐆🐆 ? Well im that but as a Gen z girl with an obsession with camo print LMAO,, I have a camo backpack, cargo camo print pants, camo leggings, camo tshirt, camo hat, even fuckijg csmo pencil case LMAO💀💀💀 I WOULD have had a camo phne case too but there wasnt the one i wanted for ky phone...💔💔So Idk i rock (horribly😵) an army fit so whem i CAN i go out in combat boots, cargoes+belt, black or darkgrey tshirt/turtleneck tucked into my cargos, fingerless gloves etc. 😙✌️✨✨✨

If you would like to leanr more, check out this post !!☺️✨✨(well reblog actuslly hahaha)

Tried to include new informwtion aboit myself here so i didjt repeat anytjing 😇, Hope i didnt bore you😰😰😰

[creator-of-calm-queer-chaos]

(I almost forgot to post today’s) Febuwhump day 6: Secrets revealed with Ward and Skye

For @febuwhump ‘s challenge! Day 6: Secrets revealed with Ward and Skye

Ao3 stand alone: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44838355

Ao3 as chapter: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44655928/chapters/112815811#workskin

Timeline: Sometime s1 of AoS, before Ward is revealed to be Hydra, I guess?

TW: gunshots (very tempted to put Russian here but I won’t /ref) 

They had all thought it was a victory. Coulson and May were talking to HQ about where to take the officer. Fitzsimmons were working on learning all they could about the tech they had confiscated from him. And to think, they had picked him up behind a grocery store!

Skye and Ward were on guard in the garage. The man, named Igor Belyeav, was tied to a pole with a gag in his mouth. He was a high-ranking Hydra officer who had been trying to send stolen documents on public wifi, and Skye’s system had flagged it. They landed, picked him up, and knocked him up with little trouble.

It almost seemed too easy. And of course, it was. But not for the reason any of them would have expected.

B elyeav was watching Ward closely. He ignored him, and was leaning against the stairs, cleaning his guns. Skye was sitting near Belyaev, typing away at her computer.

“Вы говорите по-русски?” Belyeav asked Skye suddenly. She looked at him blankly. “Хороший. Эй, ты собираешься развязать меня или нет?” he said to Ward.

“Нет, я под прикрытием, сэр,” Ward responded darkly. “Что сказали руководители?”

Skye blinked and looked at Ward. “You know Russian?”

“I’m a spy. Of course I know Russian,” he said, not taking his eyes off Belyaev.

“Они сказали, что пришло время,” Belyaev said softly, grinning.

“Xороший,” Ward stood up and drew his gun.

“Woah, woah, what are you doing?” Skye cried, jumping to her feet.

“It’s time, Johnson.”

Ward slammed his hand on the control pannel, and the lab doors slid shut and locked with a deafening boom. Inside, Fitz and Simmons spun around and ran to the door, shouting. They couldn’t hear a word. Ward grinned, a dark glint in his eye. He hit another control and the lights went out.

“WARD!” Skye screamed.

“Развязать меня!” Belyaev yelled.

There were crashes as Skye fumbled around for a switch, a glint, anything to get lights back. Her hands closed around a gun just as the lights came on-

Belyaev was free, and standing next to Ward. Ward, who had just untied him. Ward, who was pointing a gun at Skye.

“What is this, Ward?” Skye said, slowly getting to her feet. “Explain.”

“Молодец, молодой человек,” Belyaev said, patting Ward on the shoulder. He grinned.

“Ward, don’t make me do this.” Skye pointed the gun back.

“Ha! That gun isn’t even loaded.”

Skye pulled the trigger. It clicked. He was right.

“You have guts, Skye. I’ll give you that. Your talents would actually be appreciated at Hydra,” he said, slowly walking closer. “Not like these people, who use you and don’t respect you.”

Skye looked up to see Coulson and May at the top of the stairs, blocked by the doors. She backed away from Ward, trying not to make it obvious where she was headed.

“Don’t try it,” Ward said, all humour gone. “But really, Skye. Last chance. Freedom to do whatever you want, intellectual freedom, taking down institutions like this. Wasn’t that what Rising Tide was all about?”

For a moment, Skye paused. She thought about his words.

“Hydra invades governments. That’s what I want to do…” she trailed off. Ward was right in front of her.  “But not the rest.”

In a moment of pure adrenaline, Skye headbutted Ward and grabbed the ammunition, and as she was struggling -

BANG.

Skye was on the ground. She couldn’t breathe well. Her hands were sticky. Why were her hands wet?

There was a gun in her hands. She needed to fire it.

Fire. Click. Click. Nothing. Laughing. Someone was laughing. Why was someone laughing?

“Goodbye, Skye,” a voice said.

Skye turned over on her back, gasping. Ward was standing over her. Ward. She jammed the ammunition in the gun and- Ward snatched the gun from her and threw it across the room. It skidded to a stop by Lola’s wheels. She looked up and Ward grinned at her. His leg flew back before kicking her deftly in the stomach. She curled in on herself and gasped. Fire spread through her. When her vision cleared, Ward and the other man whose name had escaped her were strapping on parachutes. They opened up the garage door and Skye screamed as she felt things fall. She grabbed the nearest thing that was rooted to the ship and watched as Ward, her friend, her companion, her betrayer, and the man jumped together.

Skye screamed. She screamed and screamed and screamed. She screamed in pain, screamed in fear, screamed at Ward, screamed at Hydra, screamed at herself for letting someone in just in time for her to get hurt. Only when she felt someone touch her shoulder did she stop.

Simmons’ face swam into focus. The wind had stopped. The garage door was closed. The lab door was open. She was okay.

Or at least, she thought as they carried her to the lab, she would be.

Skye let the darkness pull her under, the last thing she felt was Simmons clinging to her hand.

[versadies]

Hi!! Congrats for the 7k!! For the event: Capitano + feiyun slope + prompts 11 and 12 + night + sunny. Thanks!! Ngl the prompts inspired me a little, maybe I'll write something for myself later, good luck with the event! 7k is a lot of people.

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STEWARD... bodyguard!capitano (w/ gn!reader)

LOCATION... feiyun slope (bodyguard!au), 11-12 ST. "get away from me." + "tell me where it hurts" on a sunny weather (drabble)

PLANE... angst/no-comfort, bodyguard!au, mentions of gunshot, mentions of blood, assassination, mentions of hospitals, OOC CAPITANO (this fic is way before hyv gives us capitano lore crumbs)

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LANDING... in which you and capitano thought everything's going to be okay until everything went wrong.

PILOT... sorry in advance if it seems rushed, but here it is !! hope you enjoy it, anon <33

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You were just fine moments ago.

You’re simply standing on stage talking to your dear fans, with Capitano stationed nearby as he talks through other security guards who are inspecting the area to keep you safe. He couldn’t help but admire your caring and thoughtful self towards your fans, who all listened to you with admirance and eagerness. He’d be lying if he said he doesn’t understand them, not when he too admires you.

It’s still a surprise to him that you’re dating someone like him, who doesn’t deserve to be with you at all (even though you disagreed about his words about himself). Yet he didn’t seem to mind it, not when he feels like he’s the happiest man on Earth whenever he’s with you.

The two of you met while you were looking for a personal bodyguard from the Fatui organization who could protect you ever since your fame rose above to the skies, and to his surprise you picked him for such a role despite many protests from both your manager and the one in charge of introducing you to your choices.

“He looks like he knows his stuff.” You explained to your manager, who feels uneasy at the sight of the tall man. “I think I can trust him in protecting me. Are you fine with that, big guy?” 

He nodded in response, curious of you. 

Being your bodyguard is certainly a breath of fresh air, if Capitano could describe it. Not only do you always check on his well being, you also treat him as if he’s your friend unlike his previous bosses, who’d treat him as if he’s a weapon or some dog. 

As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he found himself caring for you. 

He felt proud of your achievements, pity for you whenever you cried, giving you advice when you asked him for something, and of course, the urge to protect you from harm’s way whenever the both of you are out together. 

It took him a while to realize that the way his face would grow warm, the way his stomach feels as if it’s twisting and flying, the way he feels lured by you, the way he felt something when you didn’t seem to mind his quietness and how he always wears his helmet, and the way he feels weird are all simply his love for you that grew strong day by day.

When you confessed your feelings for him one night, it all hit him like a train, and he couldn’t help but carry you and twirl you around regardless of your weight as you laugh and squeal from his sudden reaction after being frozen for a minute. 

He never expected himself that he’d end up this way, happily being dedicated to his job and happily being your boyfriend who always looks out for you. 

Capitano thought everything would be fine.

Until a gunshot was heard.

It was so loud – too loud – his ears began to ring as he immediately looks at where you are with worry, and you’re just standing there with your words dying in your throat. 

It was only when he sees you looking at his direction in shock before falling down to the floor that Capitano instantly runs towards you as the audience panics and starts running away in fear. 

“Tell me where it hurts, ( Name ).” He said as he immediately looks for the gunshot wound, his heart racing in fear for you and for your life. You were just fine moments ago, you were just okay back there–

“Ca.. Capitano…” You choked out, breathing heavily. “I’m… I’m sorry you have to see me l-like this.” 

It felt like the world slowly stopped around the both of you when Capitano saw blood seeping out from your clothing, his heart sank in dread. “You’ll be okay, ( Name ). You’ll be okay, your manager’s calling the ambulance, you’ll be okay.”

“They won’t make it.” You said, crying out in pain when you felt him pressuring your wound with a ripped cloth to stop the bleeding. “I… I won’t make it, Capitano.. You need to get out b-before they might shoot you t-too–”

“I’m not leaving you, ( Name ). You will make it.” 

“I love you, Capitano.. This is never your fault.”

“No, don’t talk to me that way. You’re not going to leave me this way–” 

You slowly reach out to his helmet, caressing it with a pained smile. “This.. is just like those movies we’ve watched, rig..ht?” You close your eyes shut and wince when you feel your wound once again. “I don’t wan.. Want to die either, Capitano.” 

“You won’t die, just stay with me, ( Name ).”

Just in time, the medical team arrived to take you to the ambulance waiting for you, and Capitano didn’t hesitate to help them carry you and follow them towards the ambulance as the other security found the people behind this cruel moment. He can help them later, what matters to him more is to be there for you and hope you’ll be okay.

When you slowly reach your hand out towards him while on your way to the hospital, he held your hand in response with no intentions of letting go. 

You’ll be okay. You’ll be taken care of and have your bullet removed, then you’ll perfectly be alive and well.

Then once you’re okay, Capitano can fix his mistake and make sure you won’t go through this painful experience again. He’ll be there for you as you recover your wound and continue your lives together as a happy couple.

And once he’s ready… He can remove his mask and show his face that he feared will make you leave him, but he knows long enough that you wouldn’t so such thing, not when you remind him just how much you love him.

So why… why did it all go wrong?

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” Capitano roared as the nurses held him back from coming to the room as you cried out his name in pain, the doctors tending to your wounds as best as they could. “THEY NEED ME, LET ME GO!”

It took a few or less agonizing hours until he was finally allowed to go inside your room. 

When he did, you’re already gone. 

He thought you were just sleeping peacefully, but when he realized you weren’t, it felt like his heart stopped beating.

What went wrong?

“I’m sorry for your loss, sir.” The doctor spoke as he stood behind the bodyguard in remorse. “We did everything we could, but unfortunately Mx. ( Last Name ) lost too much blood–”

“Get out of my sight.” Capitano spoke coldly, staring at your now lifeless body.

He tries to hold himself back from destroying everything and possibly kill someone in anger that he wasn’t there for you when you got shot, that he wasn’t there for you when you entered the surgery room crying in pain, that he wasn’t there for you when you died.

The doctor didn’t hesitate to leave the room, but not without one last look of sympathy before closing the door, leaving the man alone with your corpse. 

As soon as the door closes shut, Capitano finally broke down his cold composure, his head leaning down on your hand as his breath is shaking from the thought that you’re gone forever. If people saw him now, their perspective of the fearsome bodyguard would change everything.

“...I’m sorry, ( Name ).” 

I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you before your last breath. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to stop the gunshot. I’m sorry I wasn’t enough to protect you. I’m sorry you weren’t able to see my face.

I’m sorry I didn’t get to say I love you too.

[anniesardors]

Hear me out please love if you are willing to write to write this

Adam Ruzek x Jay halsteads little sister

The reader being the little sister to Jay and will halstead an having served with Jay and mouse in the rangers coming back a year after mouse had.an Jay getting overly angry hearing after his little sister (the reader) helping with one case that Adam and Antonio had been talking about his sister and sexualizing things she does that isn’t even something to sexualize an will having to pull Jay away from doing anything.

Adam being in the room when they talked about the next case which had do deal with ex military and few acting out killing at random void saying only Jay and mouse an the reader was gonna be going to an can update them if they need back up sense the three of them will know the suspects more then anyone.which made Adam worry because even though he made those comments with Antonio he had actually started to really have feelings for the reader and love her the three of them leaving before he could say anything.

Hours going by an lindsey bringing up the fact they hadn’t heard anything so void said he was gonna see if he could find anything while antonio got a text which he put in the computer showing everyone.which was of Jay tied to a pipe bleeding from the shoulder and his head pretty bad with mouse passed out in the corner bleeding from his head an the readers coat in the corner covered in blood but no sign of her

Them getting to Jay and mouse and getting them help and eventually then being okay while a whole day went by and they hadn’t heard from the reader until that next day at night they got a video of her on her knees with a gun pressed agianst the back of her head an a guy infront of her with the camera pointed at her grabbing her jaw asking if she had any last words calling her bullseye like jays had been Ricky and mouses was mouse.the reader looking at the guy behind the camera moving her hands from her head looking like she was gonna take the gun out of the guys hands before looking around an her face turning pale instantly making the others at the station realize it was more of them then they had even thought.

“What would your family think of you all you were supposed to protect this country sn here you are killing the citizens that you swore to protect” having not finished her sentence before the guy behind her lowered the gun shooting her in her back three times

Eventually being found and brought in but the doctors telling them she lost a lot of blood an two of the three bullets never exited her and one was very close to her spine.ending up being fine though and Adam not hearing from the reader but just hearing from mouse and Jay that she was okay and she’s tougher then that and has been through worse

Causing Adam to show up at jays to see the reader who was sleepy an surpised when he showed up cupping her face confessing all his feelings for her and that he was scared he was gonna lose her before he could tell her how he felt for her

But Adam seeing papers on the table by the door that was from the rangers which were asking her to come back and serve another six years it seeming like she was planning on it even when he asked her “I don’t know it’s different there then here I mean I love my brother and everyone here don’t get me wrong but those guys came home and became killers an it’s not normal” him kissing her before she could say anything else an telling her that he didn’t wanna lose her like he almost had an him seeing her face just become overly beat red an telling her just to think about it

Void and Kim and Adam all looking at Jay and the readers and mouses military file mouse being realeased due to ptsd after a ied,Jay being realeased to to ptsd and nightmares of death of his friends with a huge rap sheet of injuries,an Adam picking up the readers file

Y:n halstead (bullseye)

Injury list:broken wrist,6 broken fingers,broke leg,sprained ankle,8 broken ribs.12 gunshot wounds

Released:due to family request:free to come back

Which meant she really could go back if she wanted to an they would take her back without question an Adam comes over to jays acting like he came to watch the game with him and mouse having brought Kevin a water so it didn’t look so suspicious and having seen the reader on the phone most of the whole time an signing something in the folder which he guessed was for her to go back and serve more time which meant she picked the rangers over being with him

(Replace the little kid with the reader and her hand wrapped around his waist more of a visual of Adam)

When Jay and Mouse went to bed and Kevin left the reader had laid down beside Adam wrapping her hand around his waist cuddled into him red in the face that easily for a momment him thinking it was a goodbye “I didn’t sign those Papers I signed papers of leave so they can’t send me another letter so go back,of course I choose you”

I don't write for Adam or do any character sibling fics, so I'm not the person to send this request to. But it seems like you've got a good chunk of it written. You should give it a try!

[writingmorsels]

Prompt: Man Down

The search for Scofield and Burrows has reached its peak. The two convicts have found shelter in a car park building and are now heading towards the roof. You work with the police department aiding the federals capturing them and you're also maintaining a secret relationship with Alex Mahone. That fateful day you're in the backup squad when you hear through the radio Alex has started pursuit on his own. Worried about his well being, you ignore orders and launch yourself on his tracks to give him armed support.

Note: Y/sN = Your Surname

You were fixing the rest of your gear, slightly angry for being put into the most useless squad in existence: the Backup squad.

You didn't do years of Police Academy and Military Specialization only to end up in the Clean-Up Crew.

Again. For the third time during that case.

You had the slight suspect it might've been Alex's machinations behind the scenes, to keep you out of harm's way.

Oh, he would have a piece of your mind when that day was over. You didn't lose all your skills the day you two started dating, nossir!

Sighing, you gave a pat on every buckle on your riot uniform, counting then when made sure they were closed.

kksshhkt!

["To all units. Suspects moving"]

The radio came alive at your hip.

Your entire body jolted awake from its relaxed, if not even bored, state.

Your colleagues did the same: six foolish and playful men suddenly became cold soldiers, moving to approach the entrance of the parking lot. All waiting for the "go" word.

You reached them and took your place, a finger flicking open the latch that held your weapon.

Kshhkt!

["They're–kkhhsh–the roof! I'm going–shhhhkt–"]

["Alpha giving chase. Stand back until further notice"]

Your squad buds relaxed a little more again, the words of your Chief in command basically assuring them this will be another no-show for the Clean-Up Crew.

If Alpha was already on the suspects, they were not that much required.

The only one even tenser was you, after having listened to Mahone's voice underneath your Chief's.

You knew him and his Chase Fever: once he started, he would never disengage until he captured whoever was running behind. You didn't call him Malinois for nothing.

So you grabbed your radio and called Alpha team's leader, the one coordinating with Mahone for this takedown. "Just to make sure Alpha, Fed has gear?" Your tone didn't betray your worry, but a couple of your colleagues saw your face pale at Alpha's reply.

Khhsht!

["—Fuck's sake follow him!"]

["Too fast man…! Damn…"]

["Negative Delta. Fed has no gear and gave pursuit. FUCKING FOLLOW HI— "]

You felt your blood run cold when the radio fell silent suddenly.

The notion that Mahone was with no gear whatsoever gave you painful chills down your spine.

The next course of action for you was to call the Chief in command, since Mahone's radio wasn't picking up. "Chief, can't pick up Fed and Alpha got silent. Everything  ok?"

Khhsht!

["Alpha is down. Sniper, location unknown. Don't engage, I repeat don't engage!"]

A sniper? Alex was running on the heels of two dangerous convicts. Possibly armed.

Definitely desperate enough to kill.

And now there was a sniper too? If Alex died in another miscommunication between them, the CIA and the Feds, you swore to God…!

"That fucking idiot!" you blurted out as the radio found its place at your hip again, moving through your coworkers to reach for the door. "You heard Chief…!" One of them spoke, holding your arm in the process.

You turned around with fire in your eyes, yanking your arm free. "We have four men in full gear that just got downed and one in a fucking two-piece giving chase! He needs backup and if the sniper is still there then say a fucking prayer for me boys, because I'm going there!"

Your coworker watched you through his riot glasses and nodded, torn between following orders and doing what was right. "We could reach the roof from the east-side of the building, we’ll be covered by the overhang," One of them chirped from the back of the group, but your group leader shook his head. "We'll take too long–" you didn't hear any more than that.

Your feet barely touched the concrete as you ran up two flights of stairs, before reaching the door for the fourth floor, last known location for Alpha Team. Your colleagues were on the tarmac, black mounds scattered around the white lines of the car parking. “Guys…! Are you Ok? Lopez! Taylor!” you whispered while approaching, holding your weapon low and sporadically looking around for dangers.

When you reached the squad leader you saw his riot glasses shattered. Blood and bones and flesh were where once was his face, reduced to a pulp.

You kneeled down to check his pulse, hoping for a little light left in him, but the result was useless.

You checked everyone, placing fingers where you could to find a heartbeat that was snuffed away: each and every one had a bullet wound in the few vulnerable places a riot armor had. Eyes and neck, mainly, but poor Fox got the short end of the stick with a bullet exploding his femoral artery, making him bleed to death by the time you got there.

It had been a clean work, of a professional.

It wasn’t friendly fire.

“Oh no…” you heaved, a new wave of fear now making itself present. This was a work only highly-trained military men could do.

There was a rogue agent working for the brothers.

You immediately grabbed your radio and called in the rest of Delta Team, your voice shaking. “I checked Alpha...no one survived,” you muttered, now looking towards the door at the end of the parking lot. Open, probably left like that by Mahone as he followed the escapees.

Kshhhkt!

[“ Oh fuck! ”] [“ What?? ”]

[“Come back Y/sN, you’re gonna get yourself shot! We’ll figure out something with Chief��]

“I’m going on the roof. The Fed is still missing and we can’t lose another, today. Go around the other side and meet me up. Safety off the guns boys… Hilton, tell the Chief.”

With that, you ran.

You didn’t care how your boots slammed on the concrete of the next flight of stairs, nor did you care about the sound echoing against the walls. Your eyes were focused up the stairwell, towards the direction Mahone went.

At every landing your busted the door open, raising your gun and pointing chest-height, searching for the convicts and for Alex.

They weren’t on the next floor.

Or the next.

Or the next after that.

The steps started to blur together as your heavy breathing fogged up the bottom half of the riot glasses. Your legs started to get heavy and when a gunshot shattered the relative silence, you missed a step and hit the side of the next step with the tip of one steel-toed boot.

You fell on one knee coming to a screeching halt and looked up, towards the door left open a couple of landing above your head. “Fuck...c’mon…!” you hissed under your voice, hoisting yourself up and pushing to run faster now, a new mantra resonating in your brain.

“Please be his gun” “Please be his gun” “Please be his gun!”

Every step was a prayer, a wish to find him standing victorious above one or both convicts so you could walk up to him and slap his beautiful face raw for the horrible scare heー

Everything stopped. Your feet, your mind, your breath and your heart, when you reached the open door for the last floor: in slow motion you saw Alex sprawled on the tarmac and not Scofield or Burrows.

Your eyes transfixed on the blood still fresh pooling underneath his upper torso, then up to the two fugitive slinking away towards an exit kept open by a third person you didn’t recognize.

You moved out of training and habit, grabbing your gun and raising it to shoot one round of bullets towards the brothers. At the same time you used your open fire to reach Alex, trying to remain cold and collected.

But you couldn’t.

The sight of his unresponsive body was clawing at your heart, ice stabs sinking deep into you. “Alex…!” you called for him, hoping to see him raise his head even if slightly, but he didn’t move.

Fuck them, you thought as tears started to cloud your vision, and when your gun finally emptied its magazine, you chucked it aside and knelt down at Alex’s side. Seeing him up and close worried you even more now, seeing the gouging hole in his chest pissing blood all over his nice clothes.

You immediately went to push the heel of your palm against the hole, while you listened for his pulse. It barely held on, beating far and slow in the depths of his neck.

His blood pressure was plummeting by the second and if you didn’t do something, he would never reach the nearest hospital.

Still pressing the wound, you grabbed your radio, calling every channel you had. “MAN DOWN! MAN DOWN!” your voice came out like a roar. “FED COMPROMISED! I NEED AMBULANCE IMMEDIATELY ON THE LAST FLOOR!”

A barrage of voices came from the radio right after, from the Chief, Delta Team, even from dispatch, all saying more or less that they will converge on you immediately.

With that message delivered, you could finally start to panic, feeling Alex’s hot, sticky blood soak through your glove. You pushed aside the lapels of his suit jacket, and ripped off the buttons of his shirt to reach for the bullet hole. You saw it dangerously close to where his heart would beat underneath your ear, when you two slept together.

The stream of blood kept spurting out regularly, following the rhythm of the most important muscle of his body, a clear sign the bullet severed an artery. “Sorry love, I’ll buy you a new one,” you feverishly whispered as you ripped off a good chunk of his shirt, pressing the handful of fabric against his wound.

The light blue slowly turned to red, then almost to black when the blood started soaking that too. It didn’t stop, nor did you; snaking your free arm behind his shoulders, you grunted as you lifted his torso up, trying to use gravity as a means to keep what little blood he had left  inside his body. “Please Alex… Please don’t do this to me…” you sobbed while keeping him against your chest. His head lolled to one side, completely abandoned, and you felt the wound’s pulse slow down beneath the makeshift compress.

Fear whispered into your ear that he was dying, you would never keep him with you, not with that wound, not that time.

Out of pure paranoia your trembling fingers went to search for his carotid again.

There was no pulse.

“No no no no…!”

You immediately laid him down again and put your ear against his left pectoral, hearing his heart starting to struggle, the beats now erratic and shallow. What remained of the fabric you had got stuffed inside his wound, not caring if you dislodged the bullet or not. You only had one job at that moment.

Helmet and glasses flew off your face, yanked away in search of better vision.

Alex returned flat on the tarmac, head tilted back to free his airways. Your hands found the center of his chest, one on top of the other, and pushed down.

Again.

Again.

Again.

You moved quickly, then, and sealed your lips on his to blow into his lungs, nose pinched closed.

Nothing happened, the only change was the taste of iron in your mouth. "No no please…!" Your voice quivered and you continued chest compressions, letting out anguished moans for the effort of restarting his heart.

"C'mon Alex…! Please don't do this to me…! Please–" your prayers were silenced on his lips when you breathed in him your whole desperation. "Please–! You–! Fucking–! Asshole–!" Strangled growls grasped at your throat at every push.

The next time you knelt down to blow into his mouth, you felt his whole body seizing for an instant before he tried to move, coughing violently. "Oh thank God…!" Your whisper followed your hands as you grabbed him by the shoulders and hoisted him up again against your chest. "C'mon Alex hold on just a little more...please," you muttered into his hair, as you put new pressure on his reignited wound.

He whispered something against your neck, but his words were so slurred you didn't understand what he wanted to say. You only knew his muscles started to relax again, little by little.

The sound of sirens made itself known, but it was too far still and you could feel his light fading away again.

"Please don't die... please Alex I love you don't leave me here please...please don't go where I can't cover you...please."

Delta arrived at the scene at the same time as the ambulance, running towards the only two forms in the parking lot.

They saw you assaulting the federal with all you had, performing CPR on the sprawled guy. "I'M LOSING HIM! I CAN'T–" You yelled back to the paramedics that came rushing, substituting you on the resuscitation.

They took Alex, put him on a stretcher as quickly as possible and brought him towards the back of the ambulance, now wide open.

"Take out the Thumper!"

"He's getting hypothermic, grab some–"

"He's not improv–"

The paramedics' voices got muffled by the door closing and by the sirens resounding long and high-pitched when the ambulance took off, leaving you there on the ground, kneeling in Mahone's blood.

Your hands trembled, completely red, and your face had a ghastly look on it.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, but you didn't even notice.

Your Team did.

Hilton, your senior only by a couple of years, approached you and landed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it a lil bit.

He seemed hesitant to speak, for a second, before he took a deep breath. "Y/sN, let's go." You looked up, never coming back from your shocked state. Your eyes were still filled with the pale, defeated face of Alex.

"Where?" You numbly replied and Hilton just huffed. "The hospital, dumbass. Get up, c'mon," the man added, grabbing your arm and helping you up onto your feet.

"I… have to talk with the Chief...and...and fill out a report...and…" your ramblings shook as much as your body now.

Mortimer, another one of your friends from Delta, piped up from behind the now little crowd around you. "Go to yer stupid boyfriend would’ye?!"

You blinked, your brain still enveloped into a thick smog made of iron and red. You couldn't stop thinking about Alex, but your body was frozen.

You looked down.

His blood.

His blood was on you.

Your hands, your thighs, your chest, your face.

Was he dead? Did he die in your arms..? There was so much blood.

It flowed out like a powerful river

And you couldn't stop the dam from breaking.

If you only sped up his death by doing CPR? If you didn’t stop the blood enough for him to survive? If you cracked a rib and punctured a lung?

If you killed him?

Something had cracked alright, but not inside Alex’s body. Your mind fractured at the thought of you accidentally ending your lover’s life, the only one that brought a little right of sun into your life.

The journey to the hospital had been a blur, your brain not even registering the rest of Delta Team following you on the Interceptor. Your feet moved only out of muscle memory when someone prodded you to walk in a certain direction. Eyes blind to the white walls and rows of chairs in the waiting room, where Hilton brought you to.

You only felt yourself drown, as a weight found its way into your chest.

Your reddened gaze only managed to resurface when someone tried to speak to you, a woman wearing blue scrubs. “Miss, are you Y/n, Y/sN? For Mr. Mahone?” she asked.

You blinked and nodded again, suddenly feeling cold. Your hands went to rub at your arms, trying to remove the aching in your tingling muscles. How did you end up in the hospital, you didn't remember clearly and you were alone if not for one of the youngsters of Delta Team near the vending machine buying a coffee.

A pale light was coming through the big windows all around the waiting room, sign it was morning and not late afternoon anymore. “Ye-yeah…” you managed to croak, as if you almost forgot how to speak, slowly straightening on the uncomfortable, plastic chair.

The nurse softly smiled at you. “He’s in stable condition now, Miss, and he has asked about you,” “S-stable…?” he was alive. Good God, he was alive and well, apparently.

For you didn’t know, but you passed fourteen hours sitting on that chair, completely unaware of time passing and people walking back and from the near emergency room.

You forced yourself up and followed the nurse towards the private room they gave to the federal, letting her open the door before entering.

There he was, in a hospital gown with his shoulder completely bandaged, arm bound to the neck and deep dark circles under his eyes. A big sack of blood was tethered to his good arm, half empty.

Before he could even turn his head, your legs moved on their own and you neared the bed, almost falling when one of your knees suddenly thought to give out.

Your hands grasped at him, flakes of dried blood falling on the clean blanket as you finally, finally embraced him with all the might you had left.

"You're alive," you murmured to yourself, while his voice huffed a tired laugh against your neck. "You're alive...oh my God," "It wasn't that bad, c'mon..." he tried to calm you down, starting to fight your hold a little.

You didn't care if the door was open, the brick wall you hauled your emotions behind gave out and you started bawling.

You held him tighter, sobbing uncontrollably as the thought washed waves of relief inside you.

You didn't kill him.

He was alive.

He survived.

He… It wasn't that bad…?

While a river of tears continued to flow, you let him go just enough to wind back your hand and smack him right across his face, effectively erasing his soft, tired smile.

"What–"

"FUCK– YOU!"

You hiccupped between sobs, every minute of anguish coming together in that stream of erratic emotions.

Alex watched you melt away in your tears and a sad, fond expression formed in his face.

"Y/n–"

"IT WASN'T THAT BAD?! YOU…! YOU–"

"Y/n…Hone–"

"DON'T– you dare– 'honey' me! I...– I HAD TO REVIVE– YOU! TWICE!"

"Y/n, I know–"

"You– ALMOST DIED–!" "but I didn't."

His free hand went up to grab at yours, to keep you in the present...and to keep you from hitting him again. His eyes searched yours through the mist of your tears, slightly tilting his head. "I didn't die. I'm here," he whispered, squeezing your palms to send the message across. "I felt you...I heard you honey–" "I...I thought I– killed you…!" You whined in complete desperation, fingers grabbing at his.

Alex just waited for your sobs to calm down enough for him to speak again. "You saved me…" his voice spoke gently, his other hand itching in its sling to caress your tears away. "And even if you ended my life, I would've been happy, because I could feel you near me for one last time," his lips twitched at the corners, for an instant.

Your sobs didn't know if they had to subdue or to pick up pace, after what he said, but Alex used your silent moment to keep talking. "You saved me, Y/n, and in more than one way... don't ever think otherwise." His hand freed itself from your hold and finally rose to cup your cheek, beckoning you to come closer. "Come here…" he hushed, tenderly forcing you to climb on the bed with him, bloody tactical gear and all.

He rounded his arm around your shoulder and held you against his chest while you shriveled against his side into a sobbing mess. "You bled so much…!" You lamented and he sighed, closing his eyes as he planted a long, soft kiss into your hair. "I'm sorry…" his breath caressed your forehead, a slight tension of pain when he leaned back against the pillows with you on the healthy part of his chest.

"You bled...like a pig…" you added, sobs slowly coming to a stop, one hiccup at the time.

His voice laughed tiredly, above your head. "Like every good cop…" he replied in kind, the joke falling flat.

"Wear...the fucking gear...next time."

"Yes ma'am."

Finally, warmth came back again into you and the next time you blinked, you found yourself asleep.

"I love you, Y/n…" Alex muttered against your hair.

The very same words he slurred against your neck, hours before, with what he thought to be his very last breath.

[thestorytellersapprentice]

Pulled out of Orbit

Pairing: Jo Yeong/Myeong Seung-ah

Fandom: The King: Eternal Monarch

Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff

Summary: Being in a possible courtship with Jo Yeong sucked. One minute, he could be so sweet (albeit also such a grandma), but next he could act like such a prick, she wanted to throw something at his head.

Notes: Unbeta-ed. Post drama. A direct continuation to "Over Booze and Buzz", and references "Duality of a Man", but the two fics are not absolutely required to read and enjoy this. This can also work as a stand-alone, though their relationship in this fic will feel more natural if you’ve read the mentioned fics as companions :)

Link: ArchiveofOurOwn / Fic Master list on Tumblr

~ How would you feel, if you had this crush on someone who you thought was really, really cool, the best on his field, the shield of the nation, the personification of an action hero, just, like, insanely cool and all, okay, and said crush had just swooped in and whisked you away from - well, at the expense of sounding a little bit dramatic - death? Would you even have any brain capacity to put together even a coherent thought?

No?

Yeah, same here, Myeong Seung-ah concluded.

“It's just a graze,” the doctor, a kind-looking man in his early seventies who had tended to her, had said after inspecting her wound.

Seung-ah blinked several times, trying to scare the blurriness away. 

She was vaguely aware that she was still vertical, sitting somewhere inside the medical van. Her entire body was still kind of sore from the impact, and some part of the back of her head still throbbed, ever slightly. She tried to hold up the ice pack against her head properly, but her arm felt like jelly, nearly with no energy left.

“You might have a mild concussion," the doctor continued as he finished up bandaging her upper arm. "Make sure you have someone staying with you tonight."

Seung-ah nodded at that, but her mind was not really there. Instead, she flashed back to the series of events which just happened.

One minute she was standing to the side, busy composing and drafting posts of the King’s opening speech for the official Royal SNS account, and the next thing she knew, gunshots rang out loud inside the stadium and chaos ensued. She barely had time to register what the hell had just happened when she caught him on her line of sight: the shooter, a masked man with the black baseball cap. He was emptying his gun blindly among the fleeing crowds before turning his aim at her general direction.

If someone had asked her what thought crossed her mind at that fateful time, then Myeong Seung-ah could only answer with: nothing.

It all happened too fast.

She just knew that she was completely frozen, rooted on her spot, and then another gunshot rang out - too loud, why is it so loud - and then she just remembered the blur of a shadow came in between the bullet and her, tackling her to the ground, hard.

It took Seung-ah a while - felt too much like a lifetime - to realize that it was Jo Yeong.

The Captain had her pinned down, his body covering her view completely from the madman as he wasted no time barking orders to secure His Majesty away and take the assailant down. She remembered taking a peek over his shoulders in muted awareness, seeing his fellow royal guards swarming in on the shooter. A couple of guys from the special forces, identifiable from their all-black uniform, also joined in, all of their weapons drawn up.

So, yeah, basically, she was almost shot.

If the Captain hadn't tackled her to the ground, then she was sure that her body would be decorated by bullet holes by now. She knew how extremely lucky she was that the bullet just grazed her. If it was a couple of centimeters more to the side, then-

Seung-ah stopped that trail of thought.

Her head spun.

She could not stop herself to recall that it was not her first time being rescued by the Captain. Curiously, it just happened that both times involved a madman with a gun.

If she was a believer that there was no such thing as mere coincidences, only fate, then Seung-ah would definitely interpret it as a clear warning sign from the Universe: stay very far away from this man, he’s dangerous.

She turned in her seat, seeking him out.

Her head throbbed even more from the movement, but she was more overwhelmed by how it felt like her heart just made a weird flip inside her chest as she realized that the man in question, Captain Jo Yeong, was still there, on the exact same spot she last saw him after he had rushed her to the medic.

He was still standing on the edge of the opened van, his gaze directed slightly to the side, sporting a hard expression on his face. He looked like he could and had every intention to murder someone.

Yeah, he definitely is dangerous.

“She’s okay, Jo daejangnim,” the elderly doctor got up to approach the Captain. He ducked his head to avoid the ceiling. “Mild concussion, perhaps, but as long as she’s careful, there’s nothing to worry about.”

“Thank you, Doctor Byun,“ Seung-ah heard him say quietly.

The doctor patted the younger man on the shoulder before he exited the vehicle, presumably to talk to his team.

Directly after, the Captain climbed into the van and took the seat beside her. He kept a calculated distance, but it was still close enough for their shoulders and knees to touch.

His gaze first landed on her newly bandaged arm, before moving up to her face and lingered there. Their eyes locked. “You really feel okay?”

“Guess so,” Seung-ah replied, probably a beat too soon, but what else could she respond to that? It was not as if she could tell the man beside her that it took a great deal of her self-restraint not to just lean on his shoulder right there and then.

She wondered briefly if he would let her. He did allow, and even initiate, things to happen between them already, so it was a fair assumption that she had the privilege. But she thought better of it.

She just felt extremely tired and wanted to sleep, so, so bad.

Seung-ah crossed her arms purposefully. Her hands were still shaking, slightly, but she hoped he didn’t notice.

There was no such luck, though, she could see it from the way one his eyebrows twitched slightly upon her lie. But he did not make a comment.

Instead, he just let out a long, low exhale, before continuing on, his voice soft and steady, “Come on, let’s get you home.”

~

In the car, the next thing Seung-ah did after giving him her address was to call Choi Soo-ji, her childhood friend. She did hear and remember the kind doctor's advice not to be alone, and she intended to comply.

If she was being honest with herself, of course she wanted no one but Jo Yeong himself to stay with her that night. But even at her most self-serving state, Seung-ah knew how crazy it sounded and she would not even entertain that idea any further.

She chose to focus her attention to Choi Soo-ji instead. "Soo-ji-ya, can you come over and stay with me tonight?"

"Right now? What's the occasion?" Soo-ji was a cellist and Seung-ah knew that she was currently busy preparing for her solo recital, but she just felt awkward phoning her other friends. She mostly got estranged from most of them except for Soo-ji when she was living in Canada. Choi Soo-ji was kind of her only hope.

"I-"

Seung-ah thought it over quickly, thinking of how much she should tell her. Her friend would find out the truth from the news pretty soon anyway, if she hadn’t already. Seung-ah assumed it was futile to try dodging the question, so she finally settled on the following, "I banged my head at work today. Need you to monitor me, just in case I grow two heads or something."

At the end of the line, her so-called best friend just responded with: "Don't you have those already?"

“Yah, Choi Soo-ji,” Seung-ah chided. But actually, she was glad that her friend chose to joke about it. There was a lifelong understanding between them, and she was really not in the mood to answer any more questions than what was necessary.

The cellist chuckled. “Alright then. Some heads up, though, I’m gonna raid your chocolate and ice cream stash. I’m this close to losing my mind!”

After they both said their goodbyes, Seung-ah stole a glance sideways at the Captain as she ended the call.

For some reason, she found herself at a loss for words, wondering what she should open their conversation with. It was weird, really, because she usually had no problem teasing him or anything. But at that moment, her mind just went blank.

True, they had kissed that night during the King's birthday, not just in the locker room, but also at the secluded halls of the palace. (It was one of the perks of getting it from a Royal Guard who knew precisely where all the CCTV cameras were by heart.) And Seung-ah had to stress that the kissing part was good. More than good, actually.

It was intense, and a little bit rough.

It was everything she imagined it would be and then more-

But they hadn’t even had the chance to have the talk.

Both were practically swept away with their respective responsibilities right after the party ended. Him, with the security debriefing, and her, with the event photos and publication which needed to move on tight deadlines.

After that, the following few days happened to be a busy period for the Captain, something that Seung-ah herself was also privy to as a staff of the PA Office. The King and Royal Court always had several public appearances scheduled right following his birthday, many which she also helped to organize, and she and her coworkers had been working around the clock to accommodate the sudden changes which always seemed to happen around such events.

Between the two of them, phone messages were exchanged and short calls were occasionally made, but they all happened sporadically. Often, he would reply to her messages on all sorts of odds hours. In return, she would feel bad engaging him in extended trivial conversations, so their message thread was a mess of half-baked inquiries and choppy attempts at discourse.

She was even worried that he was not getting enough sleep as he should, so Seung-ah had to practice a whole lot of self-restraints.

Being in a possible courtship with Jo Yeong sucked.

Of course, she would like to know where they stood too. Were they considered dating already? Were they still strictly coworkers, but he's still trying to court her? Was it still the other way around, her chasing him? Or all of it didn't mean anything to him?

Seung-ah was pretty sure it wouldn't come to the last option, though. She was not a genius, but the fact that the Captain of the Royal Guards chose to stay with her and take her home instead of guarding the King in the aftermath of such a huge incident felt like a declaration already, coming from him.

So, why was she being so nervous, all of the sudden?

It should be the uncomfortable silence which fell between them. He didn’t even turn on his radio, no surprise there, but even for his standards, it was a new level of quietness.

It unnerved her.

What really did not help was that his cell phone, which was connected to his car systems, kept ringing and ringing, and he kept declining the calls. He had even taken off his earpiece too, she realized belatedly when she noticed that his right ear was bare, no device in sight.

She really tried to make sense of the mood - his mood, to be more specific, but she was only able to come up with one easy assumption: he must be furious.

"Daejangnim?" she started, testing the water.

He did not even give her any indication that he heard her.

"Are you....angry?" She took a pause, unsure if she should continue. But she did. She wanted to know. "With me?"

Seung-ah watched him carefully as his furrowed brows deepened upon hearing the question.

"No,” he replied. Icy. Curt. Dismissive. What he said totally contradicted how he said it.

At times like these, she just hated his monosyllabic tendencies.

He confused her further though, by finally turning to look at her as they stopped in traffic. “Why don’t you try to get some sleep?" He had said, his tone was tender this time around. "I'll wake you when we've arrived."

Seung-ah decided she would just agree to his suggestion. Her head did feel heavy, and his ever changing moods were a bit too much for her to also deal with at the moment.

Closing her eyes, she rested her head against the window, and soon drifted off.

~

"Be sure to give the hospital a call on the first sign of discomfort, okay?" He reminded her, seemed to revert back to his gentle self when he escorted her to her front door. "Watch out for any ringing in your ears, nausea, or even if you experience any sleep disruption."

"I will. Thank you for taking me home, daejangnim," she said, basking in his attention.

"Has your friend arrived already?”

“Hang on.”

Soo-ji knew her passcode, so Seung-ah just needed to key in her code and check her apartment’s entryway for her friend’s shoes to know the answer. And right on cue, Soo-ji’s bright red pumps greeted her sight. They were already lined up neatly beside her boots and heels, in exchange for one of her room slippers.

“Ah, yes, she’s here already,” Seung-ah informed him, feeling a pang of disappointment. She would not get the chance to invite the Captain inside for a quick tea after all. She was not ready for him to meet any of her friends just yet, even if said friend was Soo-ji. Especially Soo-ji, with her Spanish Inquisition.

“Okay then,” Jo Yeong had said. He nodded his goodbye greeting and then turned on his heels. She caught the sight of him instantly re-attaching his earpiece as he started to go down the stairs.

Seung-ah stayed put, leaving her door open as she watched his receding back for a while. The Captain finally took his phone out and answered his call. “Cut it out, Heok-pil. You don't have to keep calling me. I've told you, I'll deal with it after I got back-"

She could still hear his frustrated sigh from her doorway, before his voice became fainter as he expanded the distance. "Fine, might as well. Just put him on.”

Seung-ah visibly deflated.

Being in a potential courtship with Jo Yeong totally sucks, big time.

~

At first, she thought that it should be a mistake.

But then she reread and reread the latest email that the Captain of the Royal Guards had just sent to the whole PA Office regarding their latest proposal, and then she just went angrier by the minute. No, enraged.

She never thought such a day would come. Not that soon, anyway.

"Where is Jo daejangnim?" demanded Seung-ah to her Royal Guards acquaintance, Park In-young, whom she encountered just outside of the Royal Guards Headquarter which also served as the Palace’s Control Tower.

The Royal Guard in question had just closed the door to said office behind her. “He’s inside,” In-young replied.

She should have noticed the fire in her eyes, because In-young continued a beat later, her tone urgent, “Hey, you don't want to disturb him right now, Miss Myeong Seung-ah."

Why the hell not, was what she’d like to say, but it was not In-young she was furious with. So, Seung-ah settled with, "Why not?"

"He had been pulling all-nighters for several days now. Heok-pil had gotten such an earful about some minor typos in his report, Jo daejangnim looked like he’s this close to explode. He is scariest whenever he’s trying to hold it in instead, you know.”

Ah, so he still retained his murderous mood from the incident, Seung-ah thought.

“We all have been walking in eggshells,” she concluded. "Tread with caution."

“Thank you for the warning,” Seung-ah replied, even though she felt like she did not give a damn.

At that time, she would bet that she was even angrier than him, though strictly only for professional reasons. On the personal front, her relationship with the Captain was having very little progress since he had dropped her off last week, but it was indeed peak season for both and they took their respective jobs very seriously, so she had no complaints on that subject as of yet. What also helped was his last text to her, which was stamped at 5:02 a.m. that morning, consisted of a sincere morning greeting and a gentle reminder to bring her umbrella to work that day because of the weather forecast. She had been woken up to it with a smile on her face.

Jo Yeong could be sweet when he wanted to (albeit also such a grandma).

But he could also turn into such a prick at work.

“Jo daejangnim, I would like some explanation, please," she wasted no time stating her disapproval right after she entered his office. She marched up towards his desk. "You can't just-"

Seung-ah stopped herself when she finally arrived in front of him.

He looked bad. Well, that was such a quick way to describe it, actually, but it did sum up the sight before her at that moment.

When she approached, he was in the middle of pinching his temples with one hand, rubbing them with his thumb and middle finger in circular motion. The Captain stopped what he was doing, though, once he clearly registered her voice. When he lowered his hand, Yeong looked weary, the dark circles under his eyes were unmistakable, and he was slightly paler than usual.

He let out an annoyed exhale as he rose up from his seat to meet her gaze.

His voice came out scarily level then, like it took him a great deal not to chew her up right then and there. "I've sent memos to the Royal Public Affairs Office about our code of conduct, have I not? You cannot just propose a new event, on such an open space, consisting of such outrageous proposals to involve so many civilians on divided fronts, with just a week's notice to the Royal Guards. I have explained it all in the documents, which now I doubt you read."

Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see the remaining Royal Guards in the room try to shuffle quietly towards the door.

"But you cannot just make the recommendation to dismiss the whole event. We've worked hard for months on it-”

"I can, and I just did," he stood his ground. At that point, he gave her an unflinching glare.

Seung-ah felt like crying in frustrations.

The Royal Public Affairs, especially she, had been working on the event for months. They planned on revamping the Royal Court image to reflect the modern times and promote science and knowledge all at the same time by inviting carefully selected digital influencers from various backgrounds to a single conference: from biotechnology scientists, startup practitioners, financial advisors, to entrepreneurs and digital marketers. There should be a packed schedule of interactive presentations, and each of the influencers would be prompted to stream the conference’s contents to their own platforms. Offline and online spreading of knowledge and networking opportunities, all at once.

The King, being a man of science and knowledge himself, had been reviewing the initiative with enthusiasm right from the start. He had even volunteered his expanded time to collaborate on-site with a few of the influencers.

To say that the event was a big deal for Seung-ah was a bit of an understatement.

"I'm just trying to understand," her voice quivered slightly then.

Yeong closed his eyes at that, his eyebrows knitted even more than usual as he let out a long exhale. "Please, not now, Miss Myeong Seung-ah."

When he reopened his eyes, she was stunned to see the resigned plea in his eyes. "My head hurts," he said, quietly.

She softened in an instant.

"I'm sorry if I make it worse," she said, her anger evaporated. “I just-”

She did not finish her sentence. Everything she had been prepared to counterattack him with felt awfully childish then. She had never seen the Captain like that. He made her both confused and slightly terrified at the same time.

They fell into a pregnant pause.

Yeong threw his gaze away from her after a while. And then, after drawing in a breath, he finally confessed, "I- I did not even think about Pyeha when I dived in to save you."

Seung-ah froze, taking his admission in. The patterns and connections started to form in her head.

He should have felt lost, she realized. Jo Yeong, the best swordsman of the nation, whose single focus for almost the entirety of his life was to protect His Majesty and His Majesty only, suddenly had his life priorities yanked from under him.

How was she supposed to know that her initiative to have both the King and herself circling the conference independently all day long was enough to push the Captain over the edge?

He looked absolutely terrified. "Look what you've done to me, Miss Myeong Seung-ah."

Seung-ah rushed over to him then, hugging him real tight. Her heart ached seeing him that way. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm sorry I make it harder for you. I didn't know you feel that way."

He burrowed his head on the crook of her neck, returning her embrace.

They stayed like that for a while.

"I'll follow your stupid rules, then,” Seung-ah relented, her voice half muffled by his shirt.

Yeong let out an incredulous chuckle.

Finally, Seung-ah thought, the tightness in her chest instantly dissipated. She would have to overhaul her proposal, but she supposed it’s worth it. She realized that she was way too lenient with the man.

"Thank you," he replied quietly. He broke their embrace to look at her properly. “Just this once. Next time, give me much more time to prepare, will you? We can go over the best course of action together."

“I need to make sure I can protect both you and the Majesty at all times,” was unsaid, but he didn’t need to spell it out for her. She could see it in his eyes, loud and clear.

“It’ll be my pleasure,” she replied, already pulling him into another hug.

A few minutes passed, and when it should’ve dawned on him that she probably wouldn’t budge anytime soon, Yeong finally voiced his concern, "Uh, Seung-ah?"

"Let me be," she said. "Just for five minutes more. I just had a fight with my captain, I need some time to calm myself down."

Somewhere above her, she heard Yeong made a mortified noise.

She just stood there, comforted by the sound of his beating heart. Strong. Steady. The one who's worried for her. Her protector.

Seung-ah's smiles got wider as Yeong started to caress her hair.

Being in a courtship with Jo Yeong can be so wonderful, her heart is full.

[askiisoft]

FAN ART FRIDAY: “I ♡ Anime!”

(Banner art by @spiderbirdo)

As another sun sets on the Murdower Hotel, a long, lonesome sigh echoes through its empty lobby. The receptionist flips through her copy of Astrogender XX: Ragnarok Stalkers Shinshō for the umpteenth time (from right to left, of course) as a pale-yet-handsome swordsman in a bathrobe strolls past. 

“Is the anime convention in town already?”

Today we honor the lonely life of Katana ZERO’s hapless Receptionist, activating trap cards and searching for love amidst a cyberpunk dystopia.

[WARNING: Contains plot spoilers for ‘Katana ZERO’]

by @PRimeExplorer

During my recent visit to Comic Market 96, I didn’t take any photos with the dozens of cosplayers lining the convention center—partly because all the people in line were toting expensive DSLR cameras, and also because I had no idea who most of the characters were.

It’s fortunate, then, that Zero never get sent to kill anyone at an anime convention, because he would be mobbed by fangirls like the Receptionist and forced to pose for humiliating glamor shots the entire level. Then his psychiatrist would chew him out over those photos showing up on his daughter’s SNS. “And since when did Pinkachu ever carry a sword? You IDIOT!”

—

by @coreleSSmoter

ENGLISH TRANSLATION:

Fifteen: ....! .....!! ........!....!!

Zero: What? Pinkachu usually does that in pictures.

※ Zero is making a vulgar gesture in Japanese.

Gamma Fifteen kills all witnesses and steals surveillance tapes to ensure his secrecy. Meanwhile, Zero’s over here posing for selfies minutes before committing mass murder upstairs, yet all his killings get pinned on “The Dragon”. Fifteen must be so pissed.

—

by @spiderbirdo​

This is just one of several different mockups for a Katana ZERO animated series by spiderbird. The highlights on each characters, camera perspective, and fake subtitles sell the idea of 3D cel-animation well, and the attention to detail in recreating the malfunctioning “Murdower Hotel” sign is so admirable. If we could only pan the camera juuust a bit to the left, and see who’s lounging in that chair...

What happens next depends entirely on the show’s genre. As a Cartoon Network action show, ninjas would suddenly emerge from every potted plant and piece of furniture and engage Zero in several minutes of bloodless sword clanging. In a Futurama-style deadpan comedy, Zero would walk off-screen, muffled gunshots and screams would be heard, and he’d re-emerge covered in blood with that same blank expression. 

—

by @lyexueyee

Anyone who’s fought with the friends/siblings for being too good at video games can relate to this. I could understand Zero being a humorless, stone-faced killer who doesn’t understand the difference between card games and real life, but the guy was suave enough to drop the hottest pickup line “No, but I can show you...my trap card” moments ago. You cost the woman her job and she’s still trying to get in your pants, Zero! Put that thing away!

—

I’ve wanted to do this theme since the beginning, but it seems Headhunter and Snow have dominated the Katana ZERO fan art scene. I guess cute girls who like anime and children’s card games are dime-a-dozen in Japan...

If you’d like some artwork featured on a future Fan Art Friday, just use the Submit Button on this blog!

[lighterandpaper]

Southern Nation

Photo by @scott_umstattd

“Charge!” shouts the man in the gray wool uniform, little black hat, and musket. His belt buckle is a US belt buckle, but it is upside down, which is meant to read SN, or, Southern Nation. The only thing that seems even slightly anachronistic is the weight of the man. It would have been an extraordinary feat to find such excess of processed foods during 1863, especially as a Confederate solider. Such incredible girth must be carried by a splay-legged waddle. If he hadn’t just shouted “Charge!” you might think it was more of a “Stroll!” 

Plumes of black smoke accompany cracks of the muskets on both sides. “What if they accidentally shoot over here?” says a young boy in the spectator area, hiding behind his mother. 

“They aren’t really loaded, Judah baby,” she says absently, applying something to her glistening face with a little mirror. The Louisiana air is stifling and the sun is an angry tick.  

The big Confederate man takes what appears to be a shot to the shoulder. Blood and sinew mist the air. “Ha-HA!” he says, waddling forward, only encouraged by the wound. 

Honey laughs loudly. “You see that, Boostie? That looked real, huh?” 

“That’s Mr. Jackson,” Judah says. “My history teacher.” 

“Hey, Mr. Honey!” says a very dark-skinned man walking to find his seat. “How’s everybody?”   

“Hey, Buddy Red,” Honey says. “How’s your momma?” 

“Aw, she alright!” says Buddy Red. He looks around the crowd. “There she is!” he says, pointing. 

“Hey, Mr. Honey!” says an older lady in the crowd. She’s fanning herself.

“Hey, Ms. Green!” Honey says. A few other people take the opportunity to wave and say hello to Mr. Honey. He squeezes Darissa’s arm privately while he waves. “Can’t go anywhere...” she says. Judah discovers that it is possible to tie two pieces of grass into a knot, if you’re careful.

Mr. Jackson can’t be stopped, it seems. He has taken a few shots now, and is still waddling forward, seeming more and more like a Juggernaut. He comes within ten paces of another man, whose acting is good because he seems genuinely terrified. Mr. Jackson raises his musket. “The South gon’ rise again...” he says and then fires. Unknown to the spectators, a real ball came out of it, and really shattered the solider’s entire arm. More spurts of sinew and a yelp before the Union solider reenactor crumpled to the dirt. This “performance” was so compelling that the crowd clapped. 

Mr. Jackson waddled over to the man’s writhing form. “Y’all better say your prayers, Graham...” He wipes the stinging sweat from his eyes and red goatee and then wipes his hand on his thick wool jacket, which is filled with half a dozen holes, no longer bleeding. 

“How are you so powerful, Jackson?” says Graham. He raises a hand, which flickers in and out of clear sight, not doing a terribly good job of keeping the sun out of his greasy eyes. Only Judah sees it, and he tugs on his mom’s sleeve. “Did you see that guy’s arm, Mom? It looked like a ghost...” 

“Yeah, baby,” she says absently. 

Mr. Jackson bites the top off of a packet of gunpowder and pours it down the barrel. He spits the white paper. “I got this little town by the balls,” he says. A little lead ball drops out of one of the bullet holes in his coat. He catches it and displays it between his fingers before dropping it down the barrel. “No future, no present, all past,” he says. “I’m gon’ be powerful enough to be a one-man revolution one of these days...” He packs everything in the gun down with a ram-rod. “The South,” he says slowly, as if his point should have been made the first time he said it, or any of the thousands of times before that. “Gon’ rise again...” he says, lingering on the ‘i’ in rise. 

“The South lost this battle, Jackson,” Graham says. 

Jackson rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah,” he says. “I’m fixin’ to have to do some acting. But I wanted to take the pleasure in killing you again, Graham. For old time’s sake.” 

“Well, hurry up, I ain’t about to bleed out anytime soon.” 

“Y’all shut up, now,” Jackson says, lowering his gun to Graham’s nose. 

“If you shoot me in the head, they gonna know it’s real and panic, sir.” 

“I know, I know,” Jackson says, huffing his great weight. He lowers the gun to his heart. 

“These men must have a history,” Honey says, looking over the programme. “Wilford Graham and Jason Jackson...” he reads. “Didn’t you say Mr. Jackson was his real name?” 

“Jason Jackson is his ancestor and who he was named after,” Judah says. 

There is a gunshot, and Graham drops limp at Jackson’s smoking barrel. Jackson looks up and around, waits for a gunshot to be plausibly near enough to him, and he drops to his knees in melodramatic fashion, clutching his heart. 

“Not as good an actor as the guy he killed,” Darissa says. 

After the battle, the reenactors are all alive again, seemingly unharmed. They dress in their modern clothes in the great, white tent. “What you planning, Jackson?” Graham asks.

“I don’t think I need to say it again,” Jackson says. Graham flickers again, almost becoming invisible for a moment. “Y’all gon’ vanish from the God’s green Earth before long. Who will I kill when I reenact, then?”  

“No one in my town even hardly thinks about me anymore. My great-great-great grandkids don’t even know who I am. What’s so special about this little town?” 

Jackson turns to face Graham. “When people don’t have a future, and can’t stand their present, where do you think they turn?” 

“The past?” Graham says. 

“You ain’t as slow as you look, Graham,” Jackson says, dabbing his underarms with a white towel. Graham looks pretty slow, long face, hanging jaw. 

“But how did you do it?” 

“Why don’t you hang around here and I’ll show you? Who knows, maybe when I take over the country, your little Maryland town will remember where they came from a little better. What do you think?” 

“If I stay here long, only you will be able to see me.” 

“All the better,” Jackson says. “I can use you.”

Graham’s Adam’s apple waddles while he thinks. “What’s the first mission?”

“There is a family,” Jackson says. “The Danielson’s. They got a lot of life force, and we are gon’ make sure they ain’t got a future. I already made good progress on the oldest boy.” 

“Ain’t that cruel?” Graham asks. 

Jackson guffaws jocularly. “Ain’t it cruel if we vanish from God’s green Earth, forgotten? It ain’t like we gon’ kill ‘em. At least, not yet anyway.” 

[zaruba-needslove]

Watching Strawberry Night Saga ep 1 and not really impressed with the writing so far. Call it bias maybe (for me preferring the 2010′s TV Movie version) but I felt that the episode wasn’t written that well.

I mean, looking at the summary, I thought that the new series would be set before the original Strawberry Night case and featuring a younger Himekawa team (and maybe having the team encounter the SN case during the finale). But it looks now that Saga was a total remake with Team Hime being made younger and encountering the SN case. While I expect that the episode won’t be a direct copy of the TV Movie plot, I’m not impressed at how the 1st episode was focusing too much on the mundane details rather than the main plot that was the Team investigating the Strawberry Night case. Like if you watch the TV Movie and compare it to this 1st episode, you can tell how much the writing of the TV Movie was done better compared to Saga’s 1st ep.

The characters so far also don’t seem so impressive, Nikaido’s Himekawa was much too soft to faint over Gantetsu’s taunts on her past compared to Takeuchi’s Reiko, and she wasn’t as focused as Takeuchi’s Reiko at wondering why certain details about the investigation seems fishy and won’t give up until she finds the truth, even if she ended up churning out odd theories. And while yes, Hime’s past trauma was still haunting her... at least Takeuchi’s Hime don’t really let the others know of her weakness and you as viewer can only see it when she’s alone and thought she was being followed, or her aversion towards going into secluded areas. Or else, her Hime gave out the aura of a strong woman. But I didn’t see that so far in Nikaido’s Hime.

Saga’s Ioka’s level of annoyance was much more aggravating than Namase’s Ioka, who was quite likeable even when he’s still annoying, always asking for Reiko to marry him and trying to get chummy with the team even when he wasn’t invited. And at least Namase’s Ioka was portrayed as a decent detective instead of just as Hime’s stalker (like the reason he managed to find the place where Kitami led Hime to, was more because he did worry about Hime’s safety so he followed them just in case. And it’s cos he heard the gunshots was why he called for backup). Kame’s Kikuchi was lame so far, he seemed more like a rookie detective himself rather than a capable officer... but then who could really match up to Nishijima-sama’s Kikuchi? Kinda hope his character gets written better after this.

And as much as I love Eguchi Yosuke, his Gantetsu was not that intimidating as was Takeda Tetsuya’s Gantetsu. Like when Takeda’s Gantetsu first appears on screen you can already tell that he means business. You can really tell from his aura why he was given the nickname of Gantetsu or Iron Gun, like it’s no joking matter. Takeda’s Gantetsu also was much more shadier and darker. Saga’s Gantetsu, rather than being a nemesis to Hime as well as a major obstacle, he ended up actually helping Kikuta? And nicer? HUH? At least Takeda’s Gantetsu was fiercely opposing Hime because he’s aware of how dangerous Hime was as an officer due to her past and her over-reliance of her instincts. That’s why he’d stop at nothing (even if he had to resort to dirty tricks) to solve the case before Hime does (and get her off First Investigations).

Even Saga’s Otsuka was not as impressive as the TV Movie’s Otsuka. Like at least Kiritani’s Otsuka actually shows that he was trying to be as good as Hime at investigating cases (not just because she got her high rank while still at young age, even when she wasn’t on a career track), so that he could be proud to admit that he's Himekawa’s Number 1 apprentice/prodigy and he really do respect Hime as his superior officer. And his relationship with Takeuchi’s Hime was convincing enough that you can feel genuine sorrow from Hime when she found out that he was killed. You can also tell how much the whole team loved Otsuka and being devastated by his death. Am not even gonna talk about the rest of the team like Tamo-chan etc. Or even Imaizumi or the other higher-up officers. And in the original SN drama, there are other female police officers aside from Hime? Saga so far made it seem that Hime’s the ONLY female officers working at the precinct, which was odd really. And while yes, there is quite a bit of sexism in the workforce but it felt too forced in Saga that it was out of place.

Well, considering that Saga’s 1st ep was shorter by 30 minutes compared to SN 2010′s TV Movie, you might argue that that’s one reason why the episode was a bit forced. But really, the reason was more to the episode dragging the melodrama parts a bit too much rather than the main case. I mean, the TV Movie was not THAT much faster-paced compared to Saga’s first ep, but they got to the trail of the SN case WAY quicker than Saga, where the actual investigation was dealt as if it was just a side plot rather than the main. Like the other team members besides Kikuta and Otsuka actually DO get involved in the investigations and they’re not just there as decorations!

Well, it was just the first episode so far, so really hoping that the rest of Saga won’t be written so weak. Like you might wanna attribute it to the casts being less capable, but in the end, they still depend on the writing for their character’s personalities as well as the direction that the production team takes for their characters.

[quagmireisadora]

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His eyes are dark but he is spun of light. When he moves, when he dances, the stage thrums with his every step. He breaks into a sweat of diamonds that slip along his limbs and shower his collar with damp. He is finite in the iron of his muscles, it is the mercury of his movements that defines infinity. In one moment he is untouchable steel, and in another he becomes molten lava. What little audience he may find is struck as if by the crackling of a star, its power and heat released in waves at their faces until they are red with surprise, with delight, with shock–that something could be so bright and yet not blind them. He spends days, weeks, months in the auditorium; alone and tireless. He builds his skill from blocks of courage and pebbles of aspiration. He dances mountains, creates buildings with a form so few in this school can appreciate or enjoy. He dances because it gives him peace, he dances to validate his existence in his own mind. He dances because his pulse burns and his heartbeat soars and his life ripples like an ocean of calm suddenly shaken awake into tide. Jinki knows as he watches from the sidelines; he will be a great artist one day, a great performer. He will become unforgettable when his feet touch veneer. He will rise above the rest and take the throne that awaits him.

But Kibum is more than all this. Much more. 

His body works like calligraphy, but when he opens his mouth to speak, when he forms words on his tongue, these words fall out like silver bullets. They hurt, they hiss, they cripple the strongest questions at their command. They cut down compliments, they shatter critique, they tear at throwaway comments, and they dismantle rumours. Kibum is spun from light but he is unkind like a shower of knives, he is impatient like an unsheathed sword, he is angry like a dagger. It takes very little to get a rise out of him, it takes too much to calm him down. Jinki does not try to help in the regard, he does not even try to befriend Kibum. For all the awe he holds for the other, for all the poetry it inspires in him, for every singe on his flesh he earns from watching in the shadows, there is an accompanying brusie from the thought of a confrontation between them. Jinki is not bulletproof. Kibum intimidates him. In fact from where Jinki can see, Kibum appears friendless. He has a posse following him along the length of every hallway, the breadth of every courtyard. He has his tiny crowd of followers, his clique of admirers on SNS. But he spares them no thought—to Kibum, only his skill is important. What comes with it is inconsequential.

Jinki studies it all, the highs and the lows. He writes it down in the notebook of his mind like a diligent student. The hand that travels to a frowning forehead, the tongue piercing that flashes in the middle of an annoyed yell, the hair that is sometimes navy blue at the roots, the tattoo that bares its face in the middle of a sprint, the fingers that fuss with loose threads on a scarf, the shoelaces that are colored in with marker pens, the bob of an Adam’s apple before a performance, the springing step right after one, the straight line of teeth pressing into the curved line of a bow-shaped lip, the gaze that plunges into the earth’s farthest depths, the dimple that appears so rarely it could be mistaken for imagination. Jinki spends his mornings collecting data, his evenings reflecting on it. And by the end of their three years in high school, he has an encyclopedia of Kibum engraved in bits and pieces of his consciousness. He staples it, files it away, stows it at the back of his mind in all its detailed entirety.

Their eyes don’t meet, their words don’t cross paths, their footsteps do not convene anywhere. They live in different dimensions of the same world. Jinki writes his final exams and sits in the dark of the school auditorium, watching. Kibum writes applications to Juilliard, to the Royal Ballet School and practices for an audition, hoping. And in their watching and their hoping they are isolated in their individual spheres of loneliness. There is nothing that resonates in the interstices of their lives, no culminating point of intersection, no revelation and no unfolding secrets to bridge the gap between one and the other. They are separate, they are different. They never collide. On the day of his last exams Jinki leans against a dark corner, unseen and silent. On the day Kibum posts his applications, the stage creaks and complains under his frustrated weight. On a day like this, on their last day together, a thread snakes out and catches Jinki by his neck.

His phone rings, loud and shrill in his pocket. He picks it up naturally until he realizes what he is doing, what has already been done. He panics, rushes for the nearest exit and is almost out of the threshold into the open when Kibum’s voice is upon him like a gunshot.

“Why do you always watch and say nothing?”

Jinki whips around, takes several frightened steps backwards. He shakes his head to deny it.

Kibum confronts him, finally and forcefully. He notes the annoyance in his voice where there was originally curiosity. But the words come out as they wished to come out, and now he cannot suck them back in. He jumps off the stage and stomps across the hall to where the other stands, looking a little shaken, a little fearful. Kibum takes the other by his collar, shakes him a little more, this boy genius who attends the same dead-end school as him; a school where dreams do not take flight unless they are equipped with wings of the right shape and size. Wings that cost a lot of money despite the scholarship. He takes Jinki in his hold and pushes him backwards into an orange-lit hallway. The evening is nearly upon them and a guard will come in soon, asking them to leave before he locks up for the day. Kibum remains in his place despite this thought, he wants answers. “Why do you always watch me like that?” he demands, but more for his own peace than for a fight. “What, you think it’s funny? You think what I do is a joke?!” he prods. “Talk!”

“No, I…” Jinki shakes his head, now seeming confused. “Why would it be a joke?”

Jinki is like a language. His name falls from every teacher’s mouth like it resides there, his mention is on every student’s lips like native pronunciations that stay with you for life. He is the talk of the town, with his science medals and his American university offers and his well-planned railway track of a life. He never deviates from his goals and his achievements are news before they are reality. He is the best student this school has seen in decades, he puts everyone around him on a map. When he walks into school a red carpet of secret admiring glances paves the way. When he sits in the exam hall the invigilator stares with bated breath, like looking for the secret behind a magic trick. When he accepts awards at assembly his gait seems feathery light, as if he is a floating dream. When he speaks in class, when he answers questions, when he solves a complicated problem, his words are always clear as a brook beginning its journey. He is front page talk, he is local news hype. He is the future, the symbol of success, the pride and joy of the community. He is perfection itself.

Kibum hates it. He craves to reach that perfection. He dies for it, with every sore on his feet, every sprain in his ankles, every inch of tendon and bone that he must push to attain it. He strives to excel at his own art but he comes nowhere near, his mind promising to stay focused but always traveling, always distant when its presence is important. He wishes to cut through people’s hearts and remain in them, make a home in the space not simply pass through like an arrow. He wishes to build a temple, an empire with the music streaming through his headphones; his feet as the mortar, his arms the trowel. He wishes he could be good and glorious like that, he wishes he could be the best. But every moment he spends stewing in this dead-end school, he gets farther and farther from his wish. No matter how hard he dances, how high the volume of the music, how heavy the beats, Kibum cannot beat his fate. Yet Jinki has quietly paved his own way out of here, unnoticed by the others. Jinki simply breathes a phrase, exhales a sentence, and it is always gold. And Kibum hates it dearly.

“Why do you do it, then?” he asks in a low voice. “What else am I to you, if not a joke?”

The other frowns. “You’re not a joke, stop saying that.” He stands up straighter now, no longer looking afraid. “I watch because…” he blinks, licks his lips, looks away. “Because I can’t stop.”

Their eyes don’t meet, but Kibum has seen the strings of grey lighting in Jinki’s glance. Their words don’t cross paths, but Kibum knows the softness  in Jinki’s tone. Their footsteps do not convene anywhere, but Kibum hears Jinki walk in and walk out during his rehearsals. They live in different dimensions of the same world, but Kibum chases Jinki in rings that do not intersect. Kibum keeps his ears open for the whisper of sunlight in his vicinity, only to find Jinki in its place. Jinki keeps his head bowed but his quietness speaks volumes to Kibum, pulsating with heat at their core. And in their listening and speaking they hold a thousand wordless conversations between them, never once bringing the words to their tongues, never holding them to each other’s ears, never producing sound but always heavy with meaning. There is nothing that resonates in the interstices of their lives, except these unspoken words. They are separate, but they are one. They are different, but they are the same. They never collide, but the crash is always deafening. On the day of his last exams Jinki stands before Kibum and tells him without telling him, how easy it is to admire him. And Kibum holds the surprising confession in the bowl of his hands, covering his chest with it so he can absorb it into his body.

[laresearchette]

Thursday, June 10, 2021 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: INFINITE (Paramount +)

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT THE CUBE (CW Feed) REUNION ROAD TRIP (Premiering on June 14 on E! Canada at 10:00pm) TROLLS: TROLLSTOPIA (Premiering on June 12 on YTV at 10:00am) LETHAL LOVE LETTER (TBD - Lifetime Canada)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME/CRAVE/NETFLIX CANADA/CBC GEM:

AMAZON PRIME JUNGLELAND

NETFLIX CANADA LATE NIGHT LOCOMBIANOS

FRENCH OPEN TENNIS (TSN/TSN3/TSN4) 9:00am: Women’s Semifinals (TSN/TSN5) 7:30pm: Primetime

NBA BASKETBALL (SN360) 7:30pm: Nets vs. Bucks - Game #3 (SN360) 10:00pm: Clippers vs. Jazz - Game #2

MLB BASEBALL (SN1) 8:00pm: Jays vs. White Sox

RESTORED (HGTV Canada) 8:00pm: Brett explores the enduring popularity of farmhouse style; he revisits a 1900 Victorian Farmhouse owned by a couple about to be married and a 1910 Arts and Crafts farmhouse where the architectural style has been covered up.

DIRTY MUDDER TRUCKERS (Discovery Canada) 8:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): The Southern 7 pushes the guys to the edge, and Pete faces his hardest race yet after wrecking his truck.

THE LIES THAT BIND (Investigation Discovery) 8:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE):  In 2014, a 911 call reports gunshots at the home of TV show host Scott Rogers; as detectives work to piece together the events that led up to what looks like a murder-suicide, they soon discover a trail of lies from England to Louisiana.

NHL HOCKEY (CBC/SN) 9:00pm: Avalanche vs. Knights - Game #6

PROJECT BAKEOVER (Food Network Canada) 9:00pm: A Light in the Dark

FIRE MASTERS (Food Network Canada) 11:00pm: Hot Pursuit