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[anim-ttrpgs]

I recently ran an oneshot for my friends in Eureka.

It was a lot of fun and went mostly smoothly! The charakter creation was very easy. It still took more time than I expected, but that was simply because the players needed it to decide on which traits etc. to pick.

The central resolution mechanic with 2d6 is of course tried and true (I assume. Never played one of the many other 2d6 games.) but especially the Eureka system felt really good.

I think I read in a recent post of your's, that you are overhauling the chapter on combat. That seems very important to me. Even though I read the whole book once before running the game, I had immense problems finding out how small details of the combat worked during play. The musings on game design (eg, "yes, the combat is deadly, thats on purpose heres why" and such) where really enlightening to read, but got in the way when searching for concrete stats.

I will run the same oneshot again for different friends. The game seems really promising to me.

My mystery took place on a single in game evening, and none of the players were monsters. Having therefore only scratched at the surface of Eureka, I am looking forward to running it more.

Woo! We LOVE hearing about this kinda stuff!

And yeah everything about how the combat-related rules are structured is getting overhauled. All of that was written like 2 years ago when I was a slightly worse game designer and MUCH worse at writing coherent paragraphs and hasn’t been touched since until now. Instead of being split across like four paragraphs (what was I thinking), there will be just two chapters on it: “Instruments of Violence”, which is mostly just a giant list of references for the stats and special rules of weapons and armor, and “Dangerous Situations”, which covers every rule related to how your investigators can get killed. Some of these clean-ups are already available in the latest patreon release, and the rest are coming soon to both patreon and the itchio beta.

Combat is a very rare thing in Eureka, but when it does come up, we want it to be tight and granular, but without wasting the players’ time, which I think we’ve done pretty well at.

Like the book says, combat is deadly and there’s a reason why: so it doesn’t waste the players’ time.

This is a twofold problem to solve. The first layer of it, we solved by making sure the numbers are low. Most weapons can take a character down in 2 to 3 hits, so a single instance of two guys smacking each other will never take too many rounds.

Secondly, well, combat is dangerous and deadly, and if the PCs approach it without a plan, they’re gonna die, or at least get their asses kicked fast. Otherwise, well, I consider that a waste of the players’ time. If it was predetermined that the PCs would win otherwise the story can’t continue, well, what did we roll all those die, look up all those stats, and track all that HP for? Why didn’t we just describe the PCs winning and move on? Combat matters because it can change the outcome of the adventure, and if it can’t change the outcome, why are you rolling dice? Of course with death being so possible, to keep it fun, we gotta include lots of “tools” like cover, positioning, different weapons, special melee attacks, etc. that the PCs can use cleverly to give themselves an edge, and *earn* their survival.

Oh and also yeah can’t wait to hear what you think about the monsters. Funny thing about that, everyone who has read the rulebook knows that monsters and other supernatural creatures are supposed to be really rare, like one supernatural person for every 3,000,000 normal people kinda rare, but, monsters are super cool and fun to play, and are one of the big draws of the system, so we were kinda worried that that rarity wouldn’t come through in play, everyone would just be monsters. We considered setting a limit on how many monsters can be in a party? But quickly decided against it, because then players would have to compete for the limited monster slots, and people might even feel like if they’re not filling in that slot every single adventure, they’re missing an opportunity, and so every party would max out their monster limit every time and there’d, again, be way too many monsters.

In practice, though, most parties in Eureka seem to be comprised of all normal people, or all normal people and 1 monster at most, even without the limit. And I suspect this is both because monsters are kinda difficult to play despite their immense power, and, just to brag, because we made the normal PCs fun has hell to play too. :)

[princesable]

hi welcome to my post. my post of charlie game plot summary. because i realized no such post exists. so like. here we are. charlie game has a plot. you wouldnt know this because i keep forgetting to mention it as i have a horrible habit of just assuming people know. for some reason.

so the story starts as all memorable stories do. someone fucking dying. i could not think of any other way to open this. basically sherwin ends up causing a freak accident that ends with twitch's best friend getting killed badly. he then immediately goes into hiding as you do.

twitch kind of assumes he also died because he just vanished without a trace so like. what else would have happened. one day sherwin makes the brilliant decision to leave his house for the first time in like a year or so (i have not decided on how long ok. its long enough) and twitch almost immediately spots him and is like Oh i need to kill him right fucking now. they start chasing after him but due to his abilities (being relatively fast) he gets away. and twitch is like. ok. what the fuck. i need to go tell the 4 (four) people i know that sherwin isnt actually dead so i can get them to help me track his ass down and kill him. so he will actually be dead.

luckily for twitch they exclusively know people who are Fucking Weird and always open to violence because they have nothing better to do or theyre clyde who is convinced hes a super villain. fox is also there but shes mostly ambivalent on this due to not really. knowing any of them. henry and terrence are also there and theyre not really invested either but they think it sounds fun. so theyre down for whatever. important thing to note is that none of them are really taking this as seriously as twitch. everyone else kind of just views this as a "game". subtle reference to the fact this will be a video game.

so twitch is like ok i have. no idea where the fuck he could have gone. so we're all gonna split up and look for him. feel free to do whatever you want as long as you bring sherwin back to me so i can kill him badly. and everyone hears this as "have fun with it be yourself" so instead of setting up traps like normal people they essentially set up. attractions? meant to lure him in so they can mess with him a bit before grabbing him and taking him home. except for fox shes just watching everyone. plotting or something. she says shes plotting.

sherwin on the other hand runs into sam and ellie who are just completely unrelated. they dont know anyone involved. so the only side theyre getting is "weird dude shows up out of nowhere who is clearly running from something and looks absolutely terrified" so they decide to tag along with him so he doesnt immediately fall down a flight of stair or something. also because it means they get to go on a road trip weeeeeeee (they are actively on the run)

and thats the prologue. basically. every chapter/act/whatever you feel like calling them will focus on one of the "attractions" and which ever guy is assigned to them. and how they are really really bad at their jobs. tldr: sherwin fucked up reaaaaaaaaaaaally bad and now everyone wants him dead. it is up to viewer interpretation if this is fair. personally i think its funny.

^ i think hes funny

[galactic-star-bruiser]

Protected pt. 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 . masterlist

X: picks up after Din tells the reader his name in the forests of Endor.

<3 : @angel-with-a-heart @art2emily

warning: mentions of violence and kidnapping

The mandalorian cleared his throat and let go of me, visor trained on the forest floor beneath us. 

I couldn’t help but chuckle as I watched him. It was almost like he... enjoyed holding me.

“Din” I mused, “thats a nice name.”

He didn’t respond to the compliment other than looking at me and I would’ve sworn I could seen warm eyes behind the visor.

The continued rustle of leaves caught my attention a bit more this time, my head whipped toward the direction of the sound. A body emerged. 

“Not an animal...” I half whispered in a terrified tone as I watched Din grab his blaster. 

The body belonged to a large man and it was followed by two others. It was no question that they were some sort of bounty hunters. 

“Hello, gorgeous” one snarled, a long scar across his weathered face stretched as he smiled. 

I was pushed behind The Mandalorian, one hand on my shoulder, the other on a weapon aimed between the mans eyes. 

Another one of the men raised his hands in mock defeat and chuckled lowly, “Princess... we didn’t know you were so... well protected. Your parents hire him? He might make it a tad bit more complicated to take you now.”

I didn’t answer, but Din did, “if you leave one mark on her there will be no place in the galaxy that you will be able to hide from me.”

The men laughed amongst themselves before pulling their own weapons. Three to one. 

“Should I run?” I whispered, on my tip toes in order for Din to hear me. 

“No. This will be good practice.”

what?

As fast as lightening, two men were on the ground and Din lunged at what was their supposed leader, a blaster placed in my hands. 

“Now!” Din yelled and I shot, the force of the weapon making me stumble slightly. 

I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath until he walked back to me. My eyes were wide as I watched the figure of the man slump over in the grass. 

“See? I knew you were able to defend yourself” Din chuckled and gently took the weapon from my shaking hands. 

“I did it” I whispered, almost to myself. A grin spread across my face, “I did it!”

He took me by my shoulders, body square with his. “Who were they, do you know”

“I don’t know for sure... but I have an idea. We should leave.”

Our little adventure was cut short and once we arrived back at my parents ship, I led Din inside and followed the sound of my mothers voice. 

“They’re back” I told her without further explanation and watched her eyes widen. 

“Another coup attempt?” My father asked, walking into the small room. 

“Maybe” I shook my head, “I think they were planning to take me as ransom. It seemed like they were working on given orders.”

“Not again” my mother mumbled, head in her hands. 

“And you- Mandalorian, did you take care of them?” My father asked, annoyed. 

“Obviously” Din answered cooly, snarky as ever, hand resting on his blaster and his body relaxed against the door frame. 

My father just nodded in his general direction before turning to look at me.

“Do they have any idea as to where our ship is?”

“Probably” Din answered for me, “seemed like we were being tracked.”

Were they even going to ask if I was okay?

“We need to leave” my mother chirped, fear flooding her voice as she pleaded with my father. 

“No” he responded. 

“No?” I repeated, bewildered, “what if they send more?”

“These are the risks we take in our line of work. We have a political event we have to attend tonight anyways, the good people of Endor are awaiting our arrival as the counsel is holding a meeting.”

“You’re out of your mind” I scoffed.

“And you’re a spoiled brat,” my father spat back at me. 

My hands balled into fists, ready to swing, before I felt a familiar gloved hand upon my shoulder ushering me towards my quarters. 

A string of curses flowed beneath my breath as I stomped like a child and scowled at the ground.

“I’ll be there, princess, at the event. Don’t worry.”

His voice was sweet and kind, filled with genuine concern for me. 

I sighed and let go of the fists I was making, “I know... I’m not scared, more annoyed than anything. They rather take the chance of their only child being held for ransom than be seen badly on any planet.”

“...I’m sorry”

I smiled softly up at him, a wave of appreciation washing over the rage that so often filled my body.

“It’s okay, Din... it’s not your fault. I appreciate how...seriously, you take your job.” 

“Youre not just a job to me” he said almost too quietly for me to hear it. 

“Then what am I” I asked too quickly, my heart racing. 

There was something about this man that I felt so indescribably drawn to. He was valiant, a good bodyguard, a warrior... but it was moments like this where he was kind and gentle towards me that made me want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything. That scared me. 

“I’d like to think that we’re friends.”

I guess I could live with that at least. 

“Friends” I repeated, smiling up at him, “I’d like that too, Din.”

A sort of pleased sound escaped him, “with all this talk of marriage and attempts of kidnapping you I cant help but be impressed at all the things you’ve had to deal with.”

My cheeks flushed. “Thank you...thats probably the nicest thing anyones ever said to me.”

He chuckled, “Thats depressing, princess. Someone like you should be complimented a lot better than that.”

“Someone like me?” I asked, looking for clarity in his words. 

“Yes, someone like you. Strong, funny...beautiful” he choked nervously on the last word.

My eyes grew wide and I searched for anything that would give away his true nature. I scanned his menacing frame clad in armor, his rough hands resting innocently on his blaster, his wide shoulders propping him up against the wall of my room.

“You think I’m beautiful?”

He suddenly straightened his posture, his stoicism returning. “Well, it’s just an observation, nothing personal.”

“Oh?” I sat on my bunk and avoided looking at him, peeling back the frayed skin on my thumb. “Youre relieved for now, I need to get ready.”

I watched as he hesitated before ducking out the door frame.

Nothing personal? 

I waited before getting dressed, staring into nothingness. Why did I want his compliments to be personal? All I knew about this man was his name, I couldn’t even see his damn face. 

I dragged myself to the chest of clothing I had packed, sorting through dresses and tunics before deciding on one gown in particular. There was something inside of me, gnawing at me, to get the mandalorians attention. I felt like a schoolgirl wanting to impress her little crush. 

Long belled sleeves, open shoulders, and shimmering silver material danced its way across my body. 

I stepped out of the ship, night falling fast on the green planet. There he was, waiting patiently behind my parents, visor trained on every move I made. 

My father smiled tightly before leading us towards where the counsel has set up a sort of meeting hall. It was an open field littered with torches that lit the dim path towards the makeshift stage where I and my family were expected to speak.

I took a seat next to my parents and saw as Din stood out of sight, scanning our surroundings. I called for him to take a place next to me. 

“Thats for another counsel member” my father whispered angrily, gesturing towards the seat I wished Din to fill. 

“Bite me” I growled back, matching his whispered volume. 

His hand twisted my arm back making we wince in pain but I refused to give in, his grip only faltering once another member came to greet us. 

Din took his place next to me and I felt him pat my thigh in a reassuring manner but all it did was make my heart race more than it already was. I smiled at him and squeezed his hand before he let it fall back to his side. 

The counsel session started and all they did was blow smoke up their own asses until it was my turn to speak. 

I walked slowly towards the “stage” and swallowed back all that I really wanted to say.  I was courteous and spoke slowly with the poise that was pounded into me ‘since childhood. I thanked the counsel for having us while simultaneously swallowing the bile that entered my mouth with every false compliment. 

I took a small bow before exiting to the sounds of clapping; right back to my place next to the Mandalorain... I could get used to occupying a space with him. 

“You did well” he whispered, leaning in enough for me to feel the heat of his body under the cold armor. 

“Thank you,” I smiled sheepishly, still not quite use to his compliments. 

It dragged on for at least another hour, political jargon being thrown back and forth. I listened for anything truly important but it was not no avail. 

When the meeting was all said and done I moved to follow my parents back to the ship, but a hand grabbed my arm and stole me from the crowd. It was Din. 

“Is everything okay?” I asked, brows knit in concern.

“Yeah, um, yes-“ he hesitated, watching my parents walk off without us, “do you still want to go exploring?”

I gave him a halfhearted smile, unsure of what he meant. I too glanced in the direction of my parents and watched them wave me off before entering the ship. I knew they wouldn’t ask why I was out if I was with Din, so I nodded in agreement. 

As if he were holding his breath, a small sound of relief left his lips and he grabbed my small hand in his large one, leading me into the surrounding flora. 

“I want to show you something” he said, looking back to make sure I was still behind him even though he never let go of my hand. 

We trudged through dark woods, towering trees, and tall grass. I would’ve been scared if it weren’t for the vice grip on my hand. 

He led us into a clearing, quiet save the sound of wind through the trees. 

“Look up” he ordered in a whisper. 

I followed his pointer finger, eyes meeting it in the sky. Millions of stars lit up the inky black night and it was beautiful- if beautiful could even describe it. 

“Wow” was all I could mutter, my eyes glittering in pure amazement. 

I looked over to see Din’s visor not reflecting the stars, but my own face back at me. 

[machetemaiden27mcx]

My trauma only seems to be worsening. My dreams are getting worse and worse and harder to wake up from. My hearts been racing more. Its been making me sick sometimes.

Last night I dreamt that me and Sigma, my mum, dad, brother and sister went shopping in this big town. Im not sure if it was meant to be Chester, Manchester or possibly Rochdale. Id lean more towards the latter two. There was this shopping arcade with some hippie shops in, the kind that sell band merch, ankle bracelets, smoking paraphenalia and other accesories. I bought a really long ankle bracelet, some spice and and a load of large rizlas. I got a band shirt too, i think it was The Doors.

Everytime we went between shops there was fighting in the streets. Like loads of groups, multiple fights. Some people had knives. I keprt running trying to escape the chaos but i wasnt very fast, and at some points it was like my legs didnt work. I had made friends with the shop owner and tried to get help for her when she ended up being stabbed to death.

People who i knew from school were around so i tried to protect them too. It would later turn out they were top dogs in the gang who saw me as interfering and a danger. Even though i intially fled the area, they used the people I knew to identify me and track me down. I was brought back to the arcade as a hostage, where i was tortured and forced to smoke so much that i couldnt function enough to send for help. However they underestimated me and i managed to send for help without them noticing me (my phone was lying nearby, one of the guys guarding me had passed out so i rang 999 and then ended the call a few seconds in).

They heard the sirens and didnt know it was me. They knew id done some sex acts with one of them after someone threatened to sexually assualt me, and told them private information in order to convince them id switched sides so they were starting to trust me. They took me to my parents house and when my parents came home i told them to act normal and quietly call the police. However just before I awoke it looked like my parents had been brainwashed too

I kinda get this one. Ive witnessed horrific violence and felt unable to escape. Ive stuck up for whats right before and got in a lot of trouble for it. My parents often can be the worst when it comes to psycological abuse too. And the amount of times ive been SAed makes me wanna cry. Also everyone always thinks they can keep up with me when it comes to drugs but they cant. And spice was particularly messed up when it was around.

So i guess this one makes a lot more sense than others. Perhaps thats why im almost crying and nearly peed myself

#trauma #nightmare #horrific #terrifying

[faecaeli]

can not STAND the amount of radfem posts that have show up on my dash "based on my likes" because i've liked posts related to feminism. like what in the world. i should be able to like a quote from bell hooks or a post on reproductive rights and not have this wild and hateful terf shit pop up

[liveyourlastbreath]

Neil Josten’s adventures in Exy as an (unwilling) Amputee (PT2)

We’re back and wondering how the rest of the first book goes. I’ve changed it so that the foxes do know Neil is an amputee, and Seth is a dick about it

Also just want to point out I’ve been doing research on Amputees just to make sure I can represent amputee!Neil as accurately as possible. If I got something wrong, please let me know. Im trying to show with this AU how sometimes, physically disabled people are treated differently and how that can be a bad thing (Most of it happens in the beginning of the series, especially during Kathy’s talk show) Like I said though, I want to hear your feedback on it all.

Neil forgot how much he enjoyed running until he tested out his blade, he was fast, fast, and the thing moved like his leg was still there

Being fast, though, didn’t stop Kevin from tearing his confidence apart every practice

So summer practice is about to start up, which means Neil’s physical happens, and it goes a little something like this: Abby tells him she has to check his leg to make sure the stump is okay, check for track marks and thats it.  Neil is not happy and predicts the horrified expression Abby makes at the knotted burn scars and healed hacks that surrounded the stump. “Neil this isn’t a car crash scar-”

“Shut the fuck up.” 

Abby hurries through the rest of the physical and Neil is out of there as fast as he can be

The foxes are friendly enough, a couple asking about how to practice on his new leg is, but most just ignore it. 

Except Seth because of course. “Great, now we have two cripples on our team. Fan-fucking-tastic!” 

Seth ran over five miles their first practice back

AND WE CANT FORGET THE BEST SCENE IN BOOK ONE

“Put your pet monster on a leash or I will.” “A broken cripple like you?”“Fuck you, you crippled, dead weight has been” 

Disabled on Disabled violence now happens often on court. The other members have a drinking game where they have to take a shot everytime Neil or Kevin refer to each other as a ‘cripple’

And then the crew goes out to Colmbia

As soon as Neil cant stand straight from the dust, andrew yanks off Neil’s leg to keep him from running and shoves him into the crowd with Nicky. Neil has no choice but to hold on. 

He wakes up with his prosthetic missing in an unfamiliar bed, Nicky at his side and being absolutely terrified. He can’t exactly run and his mom isn’t there to carry him away. They don’t give him back his leg until he says he cant shower without his leg right there when hes done

Now imagine you’re walking past the house, this is what you see: A prosthetic leg flies out the window and lands in the bushes, following is a short and desperate man missing a leg who tumbles out behind it. Just ignore him and walk away

Neil tries not to think about it but he really hopes no one took the slip off of his stump

also this conversation happens: “I took a different route””What’s you do, run here?””walked, luckily. They stole my leg for a bit and I planned on just hitchhiking the whole way if I didn’t get it back”

Wymack gives Neil permission to bash anyones head in if they touch his leg. Neil knew he didn’t need permission but the idea was nice

When Andrew gets Neil’s first truth, Neil does tell Andrew that it wasn’t a car accident that took his leg. That he blamed on his father, who got cocky and the Moriyamas retaliated with a surprise amputation 

leading up to their first game neil learns a lot about his leg, as does the team

Like if Neil angles his leg just right he can hook the curve of his blade behind the knees of anyone trying to bodycheck him and send them flying. Matt and him found that out the hard way when they body-checked each other during a scrimmage and Matt faceplanted into the floor

Or that if Neil pushed off on his blade runner he got a couple extra inches on players like Seth jumping for the ball

That didn’t mean he wasn’t a nervous wreck when the first game of the season came, and the ERC dropped the bombshell that was Neil Josten, striker for the Foxes and first college-level Exy player to be sporting a prosthetic leg 

And that night when Kevin dragged him out onto the inner court that night, telling Neil not to waste their time, Neil refused to believe that any of the the screams of “hero” and “inspiration” were for him

Neil winced at the noise of the crowd as he stepped up to swap Seth. If they thought that Neil’s leg would somehow save their asses, they would be sorely mistaken

The Jackels threw creative insults at him as they prepared to restart the game. “A National cripple and an amateur cripple, I think old Wymack’s finally gone senile.” 

The entire stadium’s energy was not like that of any other game, not even a Ravens game.  Even the referees were more tuned in than Neil had ever seen, half the stadium’s eyes on him to see what he could do with one leg and what tricks he may have that would get him carded

Neil was doing good, his leg giving him the freedom he needed in a game so intense. He recovered faster after bodychecks and was able to jump and run like he used to. Neil had gotten so used to his leg being a bother, and now it was as if he’d never lost it in the first place

Neil made two goals that night, and thought he knew it was bad, that he wasn’t what the crowd had expected, he made two fucking goals that night with one functioning leg

He wouldn’t call the feeling in his chest pride, he wasn’t proud of their score or himself, but he was content that he could hold his own on a college Exy court

Neil could trust his aching stump of a leg to get him through the season

And then came Kathy’s talk show

The bus ride was fine, Neil had put on his day leg instead of the blade runner but still wished to have the thing nearby. He could escape on it, he trusted it more than his own teammates at that point

Kathy greeted Kevin warmly but had no hesitation in turning her hungry eyes on Neil and eyeing his right leg

“Neil Josten, the walking miracle himself-” Neil inwardly growled, he hated that word-” Did you hear the news, as of last night your name is the highest searched for NCAA Exy Strikers! That beats even Kevin and Riko out! I guess people want to know how someone is able to stand on the court despite his disadvantages!” Neil did not like her at all

And then Neil found out he was going to be on the show and felt like throwing up. All anyone wanted to know would be about his leg, and if someone dug deep enough they could possibly find ends that didn’t match quite right

Unfortunately Neil couldn’t afford to have Kevin dump him like an ex  so he was forced to agree

Neil decided he was gonna kill Kathy when he wiggled into his pants and realized just how much of his leg the pants showed

Like a new toy the entire nation was eager to get their hands on

Eventually, Neil forced out the question stuck between his lungs “Why’d you tell the ERC I would make court?” 

“Because you will-” Neil’s vision cut out for a sec when it hit him Kevin genuinely believed he would make it to Court. 

“I’m a cripple.” He tried, and Kevin only raised his battered hand in response. 

“And yet we’re still playing.” “We have nothing else.” Kevin changed the topic after that

It seemed like only seconds passed before he was listening to them talk about him

Kathy: Let’s talk about Neil Josten for a moment, shall we? 

Kevin: Of Course

Kathy: You really know how to stir up trouble here, don’t you? What were you thinking about recruiting someone as fresh, and excuse my bluntness, not quite as able-bodied as him? 

Kevin: Neil is the exact thing the Foxes need right now. His experience is inconsequential, as is his missing leg. Out of the hundred files we went through, he is the only one we approached after Janie. We knew it didn’t matter if he was an amputee or not, he plays well and that is what matters. 

Kathy: You took a huge risk to get him all this way. You didn’t tell the ERC anything about him, his condition, or even his name

Kevin: Let me put it this way: Three can keep a secret if two of them are dead. I mean no offense by that, but let’s be honest. Sixteen people are assigned to the ERC and none of them is a coach of a fiercely competitive team. Even gossip shared in confidence can get out and destroy a man’s life.

Kathy: Even if he’s physically disabled, don’t you think they needed to know about that? 

Kevin: (laughs) Last year, I would have been considered disabled, but yet here I am. I mean what I said, we all saw last night, he’s like any other member of an Exy team. If he couldn’t keep up, we wouldn’t have selected him. He’s just another Exy player at this point.

Kathy: Such impressive work and effort you’ve put into him, I can’t wait to see what you make of him.

And then Neil was onstage with bright lights and camera’s in his face and an uncomfortable pit of nerves in his stomach

Kathy: Isn’t this an interesting picture? Kevin is not only paired again but with someone taking the first steps, well, step, into uncharted Exy territory. I’m not exaggerating when I say you’re the talk of the nation. An amateur who caught the eye of a national champion while only playing on one leg. Kinda sounds like a fairytale, hm? How does it feel?

The entire show seemed to keep coming back to his leg and it was honestly pissing him off

Neil: Undeserved. I gave Millport everything I had because it was my last chance. Kevin was the last person I expected to see in Arizona.

Kathy: Lucky for us he found you and looked past your leg. You have a natural talent for the game, it’s a pity you started so late. Imagine where’d you be if you started a couple years ago. Maybe Edgar Allen or USC would have beat Kevin to it. Why wait so long to start?

Neil: I never considered doing a sport before, but tried out in Millport because I figured, why not? I was new and wanted to meet more people, and wanted to do more than being regaled to the sidelines as a cripple, I had no idea I would end up here. 

(he really hopes she got the message there)(or that his last comment would shift her attention away from him)

Kathy: If it bothers you I can take your spot, I wouldn’t mind cozying up to Kevin.

Kevin: Would you really come between two strikers?

Kathy: Is it possible? It’s no secret there was hostility between you and the Foxes’ strikers last year. You and Seth made that clear last night. But that doesn’t seem to be the case between you two.

Kevin: Seth graduates in May, there’s not a need to rehabilitate or change his style to mine. Neil is just starting out, we have all the time in the world.

Kathy: That implies you see this as a permanent gig. Do you really have no intention to return to Edgar Allen? 

Kevin: (beat) I would like to stay as long as Coach Wymack will have me. 

The talk show goes on as normal like in the book, Kathy toning down her comments directed at Neil and his leg in favor of digging the gossip out of Kevin

And then the crowd starts chanting, and Riko is there and Neil is praying to whatever God is in the sky that his leg is enough to keep recognition out of his eyes PART ONE || PART TWO ||PART THREE|| PART FOUR 

[3jax]

anyway heres some self indulgent angst because i feel bad lol

warnings: death, blood, angst, descriptions of violence, poor writing

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phoenix burned bright. he brought warmth to the coldest of souls, smiles to the tensest of rooms, yet he yearned to burn brighter. he yearned for more.

each day, pushing himself to the limit, and then a bit further, just for the slightest of improvement. he would not give up, not until his body turned to ash and he could hold himself up no more.

each mission he was assigned was harder then the last, but each time phoenix did his very best, gritting his teeth and giving it his all. having the ability to become reborn was great, but it didn’t come without a cost to his body. often after these missions, he was a shell of his former self. he was silent, exhausted, and understandably so.

on one mission, phoenix and the strike team, consisting of skye, sova, yoru, cypher, and himself, were sent to a new site. they had the same objective as always. retrieve the spike, disarm hostiles, and leave. they’d done it time and time before.

yet this time was different.

the strike team fought their hardest, but they were losing. the spike was planted, and they had seconds left before all hell broke loose. the team had exhausted most of their utility, so there was little they could do.

phoenix gathered all the strength he had left in him,

and he burst into flames.

burning bright, he dashed onto the site, providing a distraction for his team to get on site. he drew the mirror agent’s shots towards him, firing back at them, hitting a few.

skye was defusing the spike, the others were watching every angle as she worked, the spike was almost defused, they were almost safe.

then there was a bang, and phoenix’s light dimmed.

he fell to the ground, his body disintegrating.

click.

the spike was defused, they were safe.

phoenix was reborn again, right where he left off. his team was busy scanning the perimeter and calling for a ride home, their job was done.

phoenix collapsed where he stood, holding his hand to his side and letting out heavy breaths. eventually, yoru came looking to take him to their pickup site.

“didya see that? i stopped ‘em, dead in their tracks…” phoenix smiled up at yoru, still struggling to catch his breath. yoru would’ve replied with a witty response, as he always did, but something was off.

“aight, let’s go home..” phoenix struggled to lift himself off the ground. yoru offered him a hand, pulling him up and holding his arm over his shoulder. thats when he noticed the growing red stain on phoenix’s jacket.

“we need to get you to the ship.” yoru frowned as he held phoenix. with every step he took, the man felt heavier. and heavier.

“yoru…why is everything…cold..?” phoenix’s voice was barely above a whisper. he was freezing, yet his body burned and ached. he could barely keep his eyes open.

yoru ended up carrying him on his back, moving as fast as his body would take him. phoenix was cool to the touch.

“don’t you fucking dare die, jamie, don’t you dare!” yoru’s voice trembled and cracked as he yelled, hot tears threatened to spill down his face.

phoenix smiled against yoru’s neck.

“i just…need a minute…i’m so cold…”

then phoenix stopped.

and he was not reborn.

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

Stitching Fate

by snow_in_italian

Silence reclaimed its place in the room.

Its presence held no comfort, rather creating a tension as thick as a plank, the very air that seconds ago had been brimming with fast-paced gusts now held an uncomfortable essence as it was consumed. The space where nothing should lie between Wilbur and the wall simply buzzed with energy, an invisible bolt of lightning crashing and dancing throughout the void with little care for the hairs it rose against the back of Wilbur’s neck.

There were eyes burning into his head, a gaze suddenly suffocating, the sound of thrumming rails filling his ears as the bargain was considered. The blood had been given, would be given; That, the being far beyond Him, far beyond Wilbur himself, would ensure. A deal was a deal, and a blood pact was the most dangerous of them all. A contract holding the power to destroy from the inside out, and Wilbur stood witness in the room as it was signed.

  /// Or, Wilbur is a necromancer's assistant, and the man he serves is determined to track down a family tied to death herself.

Words: 4566, Chapters: 1/13, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream SMP

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen

Characters: Wilbur Soot, Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Kristin Rosales Watson

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Clay | Dream & Wilbur Soot

Additional Tags: will be 4/4 but thats a while down the line so not tagging them yet, general dsmp cast but a lot are just background so wont tag them, please read the tw at the beginning of chapters, Wilbur Soot-centric, Minor Character Death, Temporary Character Death, inspired by dsmp characters but not about the dsmp character, Goddess of Death Kristin Rosales Watson, Sleepy Bois Inc as Family, wilburs having a rough time ngl he just hasnt noticed yet. theyre all kinda having a rough time, Angel of Death Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF)

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/41059317

[mallow-hiatus]

OUUU SO MANY THINKS

ok so one i LOVE that grian has 3 wither skulls and is not telling martyn about it. absolute chaos gremlin i love it

i love the fact that a wither could spawn on this server because of what it has held on the dsmp- i just think it would bring something similar to last life and i LOVE that thought

also the fact that mumbo is jsut going on a killing spree and like- his intentions are so cruel and evil but like- you talk to him and hes like "oh! pardon me!" or "ah sorry im not very good at pvp haha" and also forgets that he has red life power and then is super awkward about intimidating people. i just think its so charming and cute i love it sm

also poor joel he is just going through it man. the man doesnt know how to make a good trap or it just doesnt work somehow

and scar... doesnt know how water elevators work... bless him. i mean to be fair he did kinda want to be red anyway so like- i dont think its any difference to him- his business is BOOMING. there was like a whole section if his video that was just deals my goodness

also the B.E.S.T.'s like banana split thing where they make a tnt canon in like record time is INSANE like that is racecar track pit stop type beat- thats amazing. like someone could look outside their base and see them- look away- look back and be greeted with tnt in their face

i think thats so cool

also poor lizzie she deserved better

cleo is a girlboss 24/7 and protecting pearl yes queen

and jimmy and lizzie dying to the same trap by the other person is hilarious i love it

all in all an amazing session and the fact that there were SIX BOOGIES is insane i love that

the server chose violence today :)

1. Grian with the wither skulls is So terrifying, if Martyn knew he would be trying to shut that down so fast

2. Mumbo killing rights!!! He's doing great and im proud of him, he almost killed pearl by just pvping her (although in water and she was just running not fighting back but still)

3. Joel sure is, he has many red friends now though!

4. sFsdgdfg yeah he just! does not seem to mind! that he died aside from the initial reaction! Magic mountain is going great and scar is a business man conman wizard first and foremost

5. Team best rapidly building tnt canons is great, with four people your explosions can be done in seconds! :)

And for the last few i havent seen what cleos up to, i feel bad for lizzie but i was so excited when jimmys trap worked, i did not think it would work because i didnt think anyone would come to his exile shack, and i mean, they wouldnt have if he hadnt died, but i guess its a win?

Six boogies yeah!!!! Man this session, it was absolutely wild, killing violence killing :)

[coweggomelet]

volume 6 lads

from what i remember this one is similar to 4 in that it gives us a bit of an emotional break

don’t get me wrong i know there’s some stuff but i think overall it’s a little less intense

- ahhhh they’re all fighting together againnn it feels so right

- hey. hey yang and blake. i’m gonna need you to stop. cause my little heart can’t take it

- this dude really was challenged once and had a full blown murder tantrum. that’s fragility my guy

- ruby is SO CUTE look at her little happy face

- oh yeah. take a train. you guys have a great track record with trains

- i also keep getting like three versions of the same ad about getting vaccinated and it’s got all these workers from tv & movie sets and it’s so awkward this one guy looks so annoyed during his whole part

- it’s not just the turrets y’all oz is withholding shit once again

- don’t fuckin shove my boy!!

- i love that qrow immediately steps back when ruby comes forward. like he 100% respects not only her authority as a team leader but also her ability to solve situations and talk to people. he knows man. he knows his niece is something else

- MARIAAAAA MY GIRLL YES

- uh oh the train crashed. who could’ve seen that coming

- cinder really is just too angry and spite filled to die isn’t she

- hehe maria you’re funny

- it’s so funny that oz is still refusing to tell them everything knowing that everything is revealed in the next episode

- oh oz. i know he was your friend. but all these kids saw was the insane amount of harm and death he caused. trying to defend him to them is not gonna go well

- oscaarrr i love you!! you’re so good!!

- oooo chills

- uuugghh i love jinn she’s so cool

- oz. my dude. the ship has sailed. you can’t stop this anymore

- this, my friends, is what we call a lore episode

- this whole sequence gives me chills it’s so gooood

- eurgh i hate how the god of darkness moves like i get it it’s part of the aesthetic but you really don’t need to do that it’s creepy

- salem was so smart to use a super powerful sibling rivalry to get what she wanted

- she really didn’t deserve to watch the love of her live just get revived and killed over and over again

- jeez the gods are assholes. they’re all oooohh maintain balance and then they torture a woman who just wanted her husband back by making her live forever. for what??? for daring to be smart?? ugh

- c’mon gods you gotta respect the hustle

- you think that making someone immortal will make them realize the importance of life and death?? idiots

- god her face

- she’s so smart what the FUCK

- “the hearts of men are easily swayed” really reminds me of galadriel’s “the hearts of men are easily corrupted” in lotr

- a couple hundred humans attack them and the god of darkness decides “you know what? i’m gonna eliminate all of humanity. that feels like the right choice. yeah. i feel good about this.”

- the fact that salem wasn’t even like… a real villain until she tried to kill herself in order to escape her torture and suffering and the grimm juice made her Big Mad

- like it wasn’t even her, it was the grimm juice. i really do believe that without that she wouldn’t have become salem the Villain

- i’m sorry i don’t know a ‘deathly hallows’ i only know the relics

- ohhh fuck i forgot about this!!! oh rwby’s totally gonna end with the gods judging humanity when the relics are brought together. maybe not end end but it’s definitely gonna be close to the end and it’ll be a Big Thing where they strategize about how to convince the gods that humanity is good

- obviously the first maidens weren’t their kids but boy is there a theme going on here. and maybe even something plot relevant cause their kids could do magic

- all the main characters being able to witness this and us seeing their reactions is such a good touch like god, the impact of this reality is so much heavier because we get to see the characters actually affected by it react to watching it unfold before them

- ohhh my boy. you didn’t deserve this burden before but now that you know fully what it means you really don’t deserve it. i mean look at him!!!

- oh qrow!!! you are doing good! i mean i get it, your whole world’s been shattered and the man you gave your life to lied to you about a lot of important shit but you are doing good i promise!!

- fuck yeah maria use your sassy wise old lady authority

- oh god emerald you poor thing you’re just a babey— oh god i felt salem’s hand on emerald’s shoulder fuck dude this show is so effective

- truly, this is a master class in manipulation

- uh oh salem your ex is back

- UH OH ITS THE FARM RUN YALL

- i like that weiss is wearing what looks like very thin tights, a strapless dress, a lil jacket thing, and the animators said “here she’s got a scarf she’s warm now”

- ruby didn’t kill torchwood y’all, he got chomped. like a lil bitch

- oh god this episode

- yaaaayyy

- before this episode my friend went “you ready for some horror?” and was grinning

- oh yeeeaaah the corpses. lovely

- god as soon as they opened the door to where the cellar entrance is it immediately started affecting weiss

- oh the DOOR nope no thank you get the fuck OUT

- watching this show with my friend was also the origin of me being sad cause this shit is sad and her going “oh i’m having a great time” and this episode in particular she was enjoying herself WAY TOO MUCH if you ask me

- little jump scares kept getting me and she LAUGHED and said “that got you?!?” YES it DID i’m a WUSS

- oh the journals!!! the way they incorporated that was so interesting and added SUCH good creepiness and suspense without giving it all away or ramping it up too fast

- ruby’s so good i love her!!

- uuugghh it’s getting them already how haven’t they noticed???

- the eyes got me good the first time

- their weird fuckin attitudes were the creepiest part of this episode

- ruby said not my friends you bitches

- mariaaaa i love you you’re so smart

- god when they’re reading from the journal at the very end…

- neo’s so tiny!!

- talk about some girlbosses 

- MARIAAAAA YOURE SUCH A BADASS i love her backstory

- love her outfit too

- OOOO THE FUCKIN CROCODILE CLOCK LADY ooooo this is so cooooool

- the ticking!!!!

- oh maria you poor thing. but also you’re so smart like that was such a good move

- aww haha qrow’s a fan. awww he based his weapon off hers!! we love a fanboy

- “i wanted to be as good as the grimm reaper.” “well, im nothing but a disappointment, so you’re well on your way” DAMN MARIA SAVAGE

- oh nice they made to argus! NOW SHOW ME THE BABY

- “CUTE BOY OZ” me too nora

- THE BAAAABBYYYY

- and jaune’s sister and her wife!! I LOVE THEIR GAY LIL FAMILY

- yang is good with kids. marry me

- YOURE GODDAMN RIGHT THATS A BABY AND I LOVE HIM

- HUN!! god i love saph and terra

- “shut up there’s food!” heh me too ruby

- aahhh cordo

- she and maria are totally exes who had a bad breakup and now they hate each other. a tenzin/lin situation if you will

- jaune… my boy… i know you’re angry but oscar is really trying his best

- “i don’t know anything” me neither ruby

- wait cinder didn’t have her grimm arm yet so how did ruby’s ability trigger?

- uh oh my boy’s missing

- remember when you were having fun being the bad guy emerald. remember that. it’s almost like… it was only fun for you cause cinder was there

- it makes me so sad that not only did emerald actually believe that cinder cared about her, but she actually considered cinder family and her emotional health was so connected to cinder being there

- “all you ever learned was pain and violence and now you’re too afraid to leave it” tyrian excuse me i’m the one with the commentary and analysis that’s rude stay in your lane

- oh god oh fuck. the pyrrha statue is comin up isn’t it

- AH FUCK THE LEAF

- oh there she is. my love

- i still wanna know who this lady is. like she’s even the same voice actor as pyrrha. and she’s got red hair. i don’t think pyrrha ever talked about family members, but my money’s on her mom

- this moment fuckin got me dude. i was doing the full tearing up, lil sniffles, choked up thing. uuuuggghh

- god they love each other so much

- i am NOT gonna cry again

- oh qrow. you poor thing

- THE BABYYYY HI ADRIAN DO YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU

- young man!! you scared us half to death! do you know what time it is??

- his lil outfit i i looovveee hiiimm

- oscarrr!! you’re so sweet!!

- THE CASSEROLE

- FUCK YEAH RUBY TELL HIM

- qrow’s like… damn. ruby’s right

- here we goooo infiltration time

- oh FUCK yeah they kill adam soon

- adrian what a smart babyyyy i love youu

- hehehehehe maria is luggage

- honestly this is such a good plan it just goes to shit cause these kids can’t catch a fuckin break

- y’all need. to stop. looking. at each other. like that.

- qrow stop being emo

- mariaaaa i love youuuu you’re such a great old lady

- uh ohhhh problems with blake

- i would love it if they used qrow’s semblance strategically. like in some sort of heist/infiltration situation, sending him behind enemy lines to fuck up their luck

- ruby’s so good at speeches

- depressed? feeling bad about yourself? feeling emo and riddled with guilt? just get a Ruby Speech(TM) and you'll be cured!

- qrow’s face

- oh yeaaaahhh big metal guy

- cordo

- hey cordo

- are you uh

- maybe takin it a lil too far

- why are so many atlas military people so fuckin intense with maintaining order and big shows of power and controlling other people???

- ADAM YOU BITCH YOURE GONNA DIE

- yeah you’re a source of trauma for her but GUESS WHAT SHE HAS A SUPPORT SYSTEM

- at this point dude it’s real pathetic how obsessed with blake you are

- thank god for auras or falling damage would be a much bigger problem

- cordo can you maybe chill

- weiss earthbended!!

- jaune you’re so smart

- ren said things may be complicated but boy oh boy do i care about that strong lightning lady

- “rightfully in charge??” shut up cordo and go be gay with maria

- noooo her fun coat!!

- oooo Dramatic waterfalls

- YES BITCH IM SO PROUD OF YOU YOUVE LEARNED SO MUCH

- adam i’ll kill you

- YEEEAHHHH WHAT AN ENTRANCE YANG MARRY MEEEE

- aaaaggghh the music holy shit

- i love how the fight scenes progress through the volumes it’s so cool

- the parallels between yang and adam are also really interesting. like their semblances, their tendency to lead with strong emotions. interesting

- ooooo he doesn’t like when they look at each other hehehehehe SHE HAS A GIRLFRIEND NOW BITCH HAHA

- HOLDING HAANDSSS THEYRE SO GAY

- he’s so basic too. like he looks like a frat boy.

- y’all do your jobs. there’s a big water boy coming but you don’t know cause you’re too busy being goddamn bootlickers

- oscar is so smart and ruby is so brave i love themmm

- uh oh cordo it’s a ruby speech watch out

- ya she is nuts

- THEYRE GONNA WIN CAUSE THEYRE IN LOVE

- ya but you’re a bitch adam and yang is fuckin amazing

- I LOVE THIS FIGHTTTT

- yeet the blake

- FUCK YEAH YANG GET HIM

- i fucking love that they killl him with the pieces of blake’s weapon. like there’s something to that. they kill him with the pieces of a thing he destroyed

- if he wasn’t dead enough he got crunched too

- I LOVE THEM

- hahahahaaaaa cordo they got you

- yeah cordo!!! argus is danger cause you were more worried about fucking “proving the might of atlas” or whatever against some teenagers you fool

- ohhhh shiiiittt cinder’s atlas outfit!! they’re going to a super cold snowy place and cinder said you know what i should wear short shorts and a sleeveless top with super tall boots and a lil cape. that’ll work. and she’s right. it does. have i mentioned i love cinder?

- uh oh big boy swims watch out

- cordo shut up this your own fuckin hubris

- god cordo’s desperation is so heartbreaking

- when are people gonna learn to trust ruby and her friends man

- their willingness to keep fighting and risk their lives and also a Ruby Speech(TM) made cordo believe in them which i love

- i love jinn she likes lil ruby and her friends

- hi summerrrr

- cordoooo i’m so proud of you. she gave up part of this insane symbol of atlas’s power to help ruby and her friends. like she put aside her own ego and i’m so proud of her

- fuck yeah!!!

- awww such a good uncle

- damnnn atlas is gorgeous

- even mercury is terrified by salem’s weird grimm shit

- the fuckin wicked witch with her flying gorillas

[softer-ua]

"I'll be good" by Jaymes Young for the song ask(if it's still open?) It's a song I hold very close to my heart!

Yes! Song analysis recommends are still open! Especially for this one, as it’s also a favorite of mine 💚

This song makes me think of Endeavor and on a smaller scale Bakugo, which narratively is the point. For every small cruelty Bakugo has dished out Endeavor has put out 10 bigger ones.

We’re supposed to look at Endeavor who’s been blinded by his goal of being number one and see that Bakugo very easily could have gone from a school yard menace to a real life villain. And by extension I think we’re supposed to realize that could happen to any of us if we don’t practice being empathetic people.

They’ve both had wake up calls to see the worst of themselves reflected back at them. The truth is bitter and burns to swallow, but gives them clarity.

Bakugo had to realize the fear of his own weaknesses turned him into a bully, which is basically as unheroic as you can get without committing actual crime.

Endeavor committed several actual crimes and has left a long reaching path of destruction in his wake. From how he’s treated his family to how he’s interacted with fans. Rei has been pretty much permanently hospitalized, Toya lost his mind faked his death and became a mass murderer intent on collapsing society, and Todoroki has spent most of his childhood isolated and flopping between terrified of and enraged at Endeavo, and just full of bitter resentments. Insana was left with a bitter taste and some random fanboy idolized the fact that Endeavor was cruel to fans. Honestly a terrible legacy all around.

Endeavor never meant to set his family’s lives on fire, and Bakugo never wanted to watch Deku bleed like this. By attempting to be better people themselves they hope to offset some of the damages done.

By allowing themselves to be open to loving the people and the world around them there is hope that they can make up for some of the heartless things they’ve done.

People don’t necessarily get to redo or undo things they’ve done, but they can try to ensure they don’t let the fire spread. They can try to break the cycle they’ve created and put something better in its place, it doesn’t erase anything but it does give a chance for better growth.

Both have used violence as a way to control people and try to shape them into what they believed was their place.

Ironically in exact opposite directions, Endeavor wanted Shoto to be raised higher and Bakugo wanted to break Deku down

In another ironic twist it had the opposite effects. Shoto became stunted and refused to use half of himself, and Deku used it to a way to push himself to get stronger.

Both believed that being kind left them weaker

Endeavor showed no mercy in training Shoto, going hard enough to make a 5 year old throw up. Perhaps he believed it was showing Toya mercy that drove him to an early grave and hoped to not repeat that mistake, because surly it couldn’t be imposing his own adult life goals on children that was wrong.

(Side note…Does Shoto ever get to see a doctor after that punch to the gut? The human body is very opposed to losing calories, throwing up is a pretty last resort defense measure, like it’s choosing the possibility of starvation over whatever it thinks is wrong(usually poison or disease) for it to be the result of blunt force? That’s very very bad.…Doctors are mandatory reports tho, and bruising from fists is pretty recognizable.…Do they have a paid off doctor or was Endeavor just risking Shoto dying from a bleeding liver and popped kidneys? Sorry for getting side tracked, this thought just lives rent free in my head)

Bakugo’s fear of being weak hurts my soul, how much has got to go wrong at home for a child to hold a what very well could have been a life long grudge for being asked if he’s okay after falling down? I ask if people are okay if they trip up a little, like not even falling down just a small stumble that might not even slow them down. How neglected is he??

Also where are they’re parents? They’re like 6 at max, why are they wondering the woods by themselves?? Between Bakugo falling and him slapping Dekus hand away someone over 4 feet tall should have been stepping in. Dekus was right it would have been bad if he’d hit his head, cause he’d have been left to lie their bleeding in a creekbed letting who knows what seep into the wound while someone ran for help. Wtf is wrong with this world’s parents

Endeavor and Bakugo are both terrified of the repercussions of their actions

Endeavor may very well have literal blood on his, how many people did Toya kill while still a minor?

“I’m the Deku who always does his best”- screams Deku, while his limbs are basically glorified bags of pudding with bone shards sprinkled in for aestheticism. Thats quiet a wake up call… that definitely doesn’t weigh on the conscience of the guy who created that nickname.…Bakugo probably goes to bed at 8 pm because that’s when he takes his sleeping pills and it can be unpredictable how fast acting they are, falling asleep at 8:30 or 12…

They have had so much good handed to them you’d think they’d have more love in them for all of it.

Instead all they’ve seen is what they don’t have, and have shut out all the good around them and spent years causing pain for others

But it’s never too late to be good

[itsme-autumn]

Inner Darkness  |  Part 1

Author: @itsme-autumn Pairing: Jax Teller x OC Warnings: swearing, violence

Jolene, or Ruby now that she was about to be on the clock, tried to give herself her regular pep talk on her drive to work. It was something she had to do since she’s started down this particular career path more than seven years ago. 

Jo? Jo was sassy. She was a woman who could take care of herself. Get shit done. She had always been on her own and she’d always made it work. Jo was smart. Colorful. Fun.

But on her drive to work, she had to let Jolene go. She had to let go of Jo and take on Ruby.

Ruby was much more docile. Ruby loved to please. Ruby would sweet talk a man and become his biggest fantasy. Ruby was bubbly and polite. Maybe she was a bit cheeky or even wild if that’s what he–whoever he was–wanted.

And whenever he was inside her, she was–well, she was no one. She turned herself off completely. She’d gotten so good at it over the years that she didn’t even remember most of her encounters. Only the especially memorable ones. The ones she wished she could erase from her memory permanently.

Walking into the doors of Diosa, Ruby starts to head to the back first to drop off her stuff. Before she gets there, Nero catches sight of her and waves her over.

“Hey, Ruby, how you doin’ mama?” His kind eyes searching hers. 

She smiles through her exhaustion, she can’t help it with Nero. Jo hated this work, hated this life. But in the short time she’d been at Diosa he had been nothing but kind to her, seeming to sincerely care about her well being. That wasn’t a given in this industry, not by a long shot. “I’m okay, Nero, what’s up?” 

“I’ve actually got a special job for you and a few of the girls tonight. A party for a potential business partner. Think you’re up for that?”

She’s had ‘bosses’ in the past that didn’t ask–just pointed to where her ass was supposed to go. And she wouldn’t dare argue. She knew if she really had issue with it, that Nero wouldn’t force her into anything, his sister on the other hand... 

Unfortunately, Jo was in no position to turn down any jobs.

“Yeah, of course. I just need the address and the dress code.” She tries to infuse as much enthusiasm into her voice as possible. 

This was going to be a long ass night.

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“Why the hell are we here so early?” Bri whined. “There are like...kids here.” Her tone disgusted.

Carla rounded on her, Jo was surprised her heels didn’t stick on the floors, the MC clearly didn’t have room in their outlaw budget for a mop. Or air freshener. 

“We are showcasing what Diosa girls have to offer. The difference between us and them.” Carla’s voice was low but venomous as she nodded her head to a couple of girls that were setting up behind the bar.

“Those girls are called croweaters. They’re desperate, classless, and the patches treat them as such. We set a new standard.” Carla took another step towards Bri, eyes boring into hers. “Diosa specializes in women that men can actually bring around town before enjoying them behind closed doors. It’s about presentation. We can be here early with the families and friends of the MC–and not be obvious hookers that the old ladies will immediately throw out. Understand?”

Jo just rolled her eyes. Like anyone would ever take any of them for anything other than whores. It’s like putting lipstick on a pig. 

She tugged on her dress. Horny Biker Chick was the look she was going for per Nero’s classification. Her her dress was simple, but effective: black, strappy, and tight. Paired with black heels smoky makeup, Jo knew she would get the intended attention. That, plus what she already had going for her.

She realized why she was asked to be a part of this exclusive offer tonight. Being chubbier than most of the girls, having tattoos (more than just a butterfly above her ass), and a mop of dark curly hair made her a bit of a required taste.

For some it was a fetish of sorts. Others, usually high caliber business men wanted the antithesis of what they got at home–thin, prim, proper to her thick, blunt, and alternative. 

But badass bikers were right up her alley. Suddenly her desired presence despite Carla leading the group tonight made sense. Any other job and Carla would have made any excuse to exclude Jo–Ruby–like she always tried to do.

Ruby made her way over to the other side of the room, the party was still pretty subdued, most people quietly mingling amongst themselves. The large wall full of framed mugshots caught her eye. She couldn’t help but smirk and roll her eyes as she looked them over. Boys. 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were intimidated.”

You turn to see one of the mugshot models in the flesh. He could totally pass for a model, you think before you can stop yourself. Between the slicked back blonde hair, well kept goatee, and piercing blue eyes, you don’t think you’ve ever seen a biker this pretty. And that smirk he’s giving you is really giving something to you.

“Intimidated? You should see the wall of mugshots in my living room.” Your snarky reply only makes his smirk grow. Sass was always your love language.

That’s when you notice the President patch. Oh shit. 

President of SAMCRO. Jesus Christ. No pressure or anything.

Jax is looking at Ruby expectantly and she now realizes that she’s completely missed what he’s asked her.

“I’m sorry, what?”

His eyes light up at her distracted state. “What’s your name, darlin’?”

“Um, J–Ruby, it’s Ruby.”

“Ruby, I’m-”

“Jax! Why are you wasting your time with her?” Bri is suddenly at Jax’s side, slipping her arm into his. “Trust me, baby, you want someone who knows what they’re doing to take care of you.” She then turns her attention to Ruby. “Ruby, why don’t you go get us some drinks? Better make yours a diet, though, honey.”

Ruby was never one to let a bitch get the last word in, and that was being a bit of a bitch herself. She narrows her eyes and quirks her head. 

“Wow, Bri, I didn’t know you were a nutritionist! Thats so great. And people say your only talent is sucking cock.” Bri’s eyes widen, but Ruby’s not done. “Now you can keep track of how much cum you can swallow before your bony ass gets a shape.”

Ruby hears Jax attempt to stifle a laugh as she walks away. It’s then that she hears a member shout from the door of the clubhouse.

“Jackie! We need ya outside brutha!” the scottman’s tone indicating that it’s urgent.

Jax immediately runs outside, along with a couple of members. Bri shoots daggers at Ruby with her eyes but doesn’t make a move towards her, instead heading to the bar. Smart bony ass bitch.

Wanting some water but not caring to go round two with Bri, Ruby heads to the small kitchen off the main room. Searching the cabinets, she finally grabs a glass and fills it up with the tap water from the sink. Turning around, she leans against the counter and takes a sip. 

How did I get here? 

She shakes her head. No. You can’t do this here. You need to keep your head in the game, Jolene. Get your shit together.

Jo takes a deep breath and sets her glass in the sink. 

All right, let’s do this.

She takes a step out of the kitchen when she hears a scream and tires screeching. She looks around and notices a little blonde boy all alone, no older than two. 

Then she hears gunshots. 

Glass shattering.

More screams.

Absolute chaos.

And the boy is in the middle of all of it. 

No.

Jo makes a run for the boy, dodging other Diosa girls and croweaters in her path. Once she makes it to him, she picks him up and drops to the ground, crouching behind a table. Shots are firing from the outside in, bullets and shattered glass flying everywhere. 

The boy is crying, but remains still underneath Jo, her body caging him in protection. She squeezes her eyes shut and murmurs encouragement to him. She doesn’t even know what she’s saying but she hope it helps. Glass is on the floor, digging into Jo’s arms, but she doesn’t dare move.

After what seems like an eternity, the gunshots stop. The chaos seems to settle down. Distraught cries replace the screams in the disheveled clubhouse.

The main doors burst open, members pouring through, with Jax leading.

“ABEL!”

“ABEL!”

The little boy squirms from Jo’s grasp and moves his little legs as fast they can carry him. “Daddy!” 

Jax spots him and bends down to scoop his son up, holding him close to his chest. Jo makes the connection as she sees the reunion from her position still crouched on the floor.

The last thing Jo sees is Jax peering at her from over the boy’s shoulder before her vision goes black.

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A/N: So this is my first OC story that I’m trying! Hopefully it’s clear that when she’s more herself she’s Jo and when she’s in ‘work’ mode she’s Ruby. Please let me know what you think!

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A Different Path (What If?) Ch 5

Summary: Perry came back from a non-heinz-related mission, covered in soot and quite out of breath, he expected to just spend a few hours doing paperwork, but when he logged into his profile, he saw something sickening.

Here is the story of why Perry hates OWCA.

Tags (Chapter Specific): Violence, Attempted Murder, Attempted Child Murder, Blood

Tags (Fic General): Ducky Momo - Freeform, Implied/Referenced Character Death, car crash, burn scars, burn victim, Fluff and Angst, warning: this fic is dark, especially the first chapter, Inspired by Fanfiction, Based on a Tumblr Post, AU, what if au, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Mentions of car crashes, Past Child Abuse, mentions of child abuse, mentions of child abandonment, Family Fluff, Fluff, Violence, Attempted Murder, Attempted Child Murder, Blood

Notes: Credit to @woulddieforperrytheplatypus for encouraging me to write this fic! TW for violence, attempted murder, attempted child murder, and blood

Rating: Mature

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July 18th, 2006

Perry came back from a non-heinz-related mission, covered in soot and quite out of breath, his entire body aching from the fight against 4 goons at once. He stumbled into his lair below D.E.I and collapsed tiredly onto his chair in front of his giant movie-like monitor, he sighed with a chittering noise and pulled the chair closer to the keyboard.

Then he remembered that he would likely need to do paperwork for arresting the villain he was up against, and likely file a mission report and summarize everything that happened. He laid his head on the desk and silently wished for something to happen so he could avoid it, but he knew there was no escaping endless paperwork, and so he turned on his monitor and clicked into his agent file.

Just as he was about to make a new mission report, he spotted something unusual on his file, a hazard sign flickering on his boys’ family file. Thats strange, did something happen while he was at work?

He puts his phone back on noise, as its usually on silent when he’s on missions, and checks his texts. No recent texts from Heinz.

He clicked into Phineas and Ferb’s file warily, the boys, as of last year, had started making amazing inventions and fun creations near daily in the summer and winter, and working on simple projects in the school months. Recently they had been making some admittedly extreme projects, including 3d printing monkeys and teaching them how to ride a unicycle, Perry still isn’t too sure how they cleaned it up before Charlene, Heinz’ ex-wife, saw it.

However, what Perry saw in the files made his fur stand on end; Each of their inventions had been logged and dated, each with a threat level, ranging from safe green to deadly red.

Threat Level? Their not even double digits, how could they be a threat to anyone except the laws of reality!?

Perry quickly scrolled to the most recent addition, today’s creation, which was apparently an ice cream machine gone wrong, and a few wrong wires turned it into a death ray. Perry nervously glanced to the glaring red threat level on screen, he checked the notes to make sure nobody got hurt.

Notes:

Death Ray was set off and hit a tree close to the house, but no person or animal was harmed. However, I still believe these boys to be a threat, no matter their age. Villains only make more villains.

Perry chittered angrily to himself at the notes, his hands shaking as he checked who had been logging the inventions; an older agent Perry was close to, Dennis The Rabbit. He had actually been Perry’s mentor back when he was a pup. 

But, if he was so close to perry, why would he call Phineas and Ferb ‘threats’ and ‘villains’? Their just kids who made a harmless mistake!

He shook his head and took a breath, death rays are no harmless mistake, no matter the result. He’ll have to have a serious talk with the whole family about wiring safety and double checking their work.

As he mentally rehearsed his lecture, he spotted a note added to the main file of the boys, and his thoughts screeched to a terrified halt.

Set to be ‘silenced’ at 5:00pm sharp, on D.E.I balcony by Agent Dennis The Rabbit

‘Silenced’? That can’t be good. Perry’s heart raced as he checked the time; 4:58. He still had time. He didn’t bother shutting down his monitor as he ran from his lair and grabbed his jetpack, making a beeline for the balcony before Dennis could get there.

He saw the boys building on balcony, unharmed and safe, and perry nearly relaxed, but he noticed a red-band fedora peeking over the lip of the open roof, and time slowed significantly.

Perry had to choose an option fast, either tackle Dennis and risk hitting the boys, or grab the boys and risking getting hit with it himself. He made up his mind, and silently begged Heinz to forgive him. 

A bright laserbeam of light shot down from the roof, aiming right at the boys, but Perry swooped down and grabbed a sheet of metal, throwing himself infront of Phineas and Ferb to deflect the laser, which bounced back and narrowly missed Dennis’ hat.

“Perry?” Phineas asked, but Perry was too focused, he grabbed the two by the wrist and shoved them inside as Dennis parachuted down from the roof and glared at Perry.

Neither needed to talk in animal tounge to know the other’s intent, both wanted to harm, but wanted to harm very, very different people.

Dennis gave a cocky smile and took his parachute off, letting it fall to the balcony floor as the two agents sized eachother up, standing only 6 feet apart.

The distance was shortly broken as Dennis tackled Perry to the floor, punching him hard across the face as the platypus grabbed him by the neck and flipped them both over so Perry was pinning Dennis. 

It became a raging battle of tooth and claw, blood splattering on their furs as they wrestled on the ground, and Perry nearly caught Dennis with his ankle barbs, but restrained himself enough to throw the smaller agent across the balcony and through the glass windows seperating the balcony from the apartment.

Glass shattered everywhere, catching Perry in the arm as the entire window crumbled to the ground in shards, but Perry didn’t care. He was struggling to stay steady, he knew if he let go of his restraint that he would kill the admittedly weaker agent. His venom could kill a lot of animals, but he knews his family would miss him if he was sent to jail, or worse, the pound.

Still, he ran across the shattered glass, ignoring the pain in his webbed feet, and grabbed Dennis by the front of the scruff, punching him square in the face mid-action jump. Dennis went limp, knocked out cold from the punch.

“Perry the Platypus, what’s going on in here-” Heinz stopped in his tracks as he looked between the two bloody agents, one unconscious and the other wielding a near-murderous glare, and the shattered window behind them. 

Perry simply held up his clawed paws and signed “O-W-C-A”

Heinz pulled a notepad from his labcoat pocket and handed it to Perry “what did OWCA do? And why is an agent on my floor? The boys said you pushed them inside without a hello.” The scientist explained, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously

It took a few minutes, but Perry eventually shoved a series of notes into Heinz’s hands, and walked over to his jetpack on the balcony, which he had abandoned as he grabbed the metal sheet.

OWCA planned to ‘silence’ the boys with some sort of laser, they didn’t tell me. Dennis was the one to shoot them, but i got in the way and deflected it just in time. The -inator is on the roof. I’ll explain the rest later, right now i have someone to talk to.

“Someone to talk to? But perry, your inju-” Heinz stopped as he watched Perry fly away anyway, apparently uncaring of his injuries. Heinz was mad, thats for sure, but not just mad at OWCA. He was mad at, and quite disappointed in, himself.

If he had just kept an eye on the boys or brought them inside when he went to check on Candace & Vanessa, Perry wouldn’t have gotten hurt, and Perry wouldn’t be so mad. 

Perry came to a stop at OWCA HQ’s entrance, and, despite the searing pain in his feet and body, he couldn’t care less. He was infuriated, shaking with such anger he almost saw red. When he finds Monogram, he’s gonna give that monobrowed cheapskate liar a piece of his mind.

The automatic sliding doors of HQ opened as Perry was scanned by the facial recognition software, he stormed inside with a walk that Heinz once described as a “murder walk”, meaning with each minute Perry considers his option, jail seems increasingly preferred.

The other agents knew that walk, and all kept their distance from the top agent as he stormed past all of them, headed straight for the Major’s office.

“He’s definitely qutting today” Monty, the Major’s son, whispered to a human agent from canada, Lyla, Perry was sure her name was. Lyla glanced at Perry, then back to Monty, and nodded.

Like the controlled, trained agent Perry is, he kept his composure enough to only kick the door to monogram’s office off the hinges, and not throw it at him like he really wanted to. Carl recognised that enraged look in his eyes, and quickly left the room.

“Ah. Agent P. What’re you doing here?” Monogram asked warily, knowing full well, but trying to stall some time. All he got in response was an angry chitter, monogram sighed “I didn’t want to do it either, but when it comes down to the safety of the agency, we can’t have a pair of villains running around with a death ray!”

The word ‘villain’ echoed in perry’s head, his agent mind getting drowned out by pure anger as everything went red and Perry activated the chitter-to-speech translator built into his collar.

Monogram paled as he realised what he had just done.

And Perry snapped. 

Half an hour later,

Perry had left the door open, so everyone in view of the office, which would be half the agency as all of them wanted to hear this, could see and hear perry’s furious rant.

They collectively gasped as he grabbed his fedora and threw it down on the floor angrily “I’ve had enough of this agency, and i’ve had enough of YOU” Perry yelled “I QUIT.”

Monogram, pale in the face and speechless, spluttered “you- you can’t do that!”, Perry slammed a fist on the flipped office desk “well i just did.” he snarled, then turned on his heel and stormed out of the office, the agents parting like curtains to let Perry past without him hitting someone.

There was a dead silence as everyone watched their ex-best agent leave HQ for good, eventually, Monty spoke up

“Y’know,” he looks over to his father “you kinda had it coming.” he commented calmly,  hands in his hoodie pockets. He shrunk into his hood as his father glared at him, who then took a breath and flipped his table to the right way up

“Carl, get to work on Agent P’s termination paperwork. I don’t think we’re getting him back.” Monogram told the 16-year-old unpaid intern, who peeked his head through the doorway “a-alright sir, i’ll get right to it”

Heinz knew something was wrong from the moment Perry stepped foot back in the apartment, still bleeding and scratched up. 

“Perry? What did you do?” he asked his pet nervously, Perry gave a momentary glare before taking a breath and relaxing a bit, he turned off his translator in his collar and wrote something on the spare notepad he keeps next to the couch, sitting down

I quit.

Heinz spluttered “wh- you what?”, he couldn’t believe it! Perry The Platypus, his nemesis since the day perry could fight, quit his job at OWCA?

Perry tapped the same note in reiteration, then added another sentence

I quit.

Monogram tried to hurt my brothers, and i just can’t tolerate that. I was going to leave next summer anyway, he doesn’t even treat his agents with basic respect.

“Well- yeah i get that, i’d quit too if my boss tried to, y’know, kill my children and all” Heinz had calmed down from his internal rage at both OWCA and himself from almost an hour earlier, “but what are you going to do now? Being an agent was Your Thing, and who’s going to be my nemesis?” He asked, and Perry had no answer, except a helpless shrug

I’ll think about it. I need more time with the kids and you anyway, it’ll be good not to have work for a few weeks.

“Great idea! Maybe you can help out with their inventions! Oh and I know Phineas has been wanting to show you his and Ferb’s creations. Their getting very talented!” he gasped “Maybe take them to that Googleplex Mall and take them shopping, you need a new collar anyways” He suggested, and Perry thought about it for a minute, then smiled a bit and nodded

“Brilliant!” he pulls a blank calender from behind the couch, how did perry not spot that? “Here, i’ve been working on an Inator that works similarly to a time machine, it runs mostly on calendars so i went out when you were working and bought a bunch of them, i hope you don’t mind.” Heinz rambled, Perry smiled and took the calender, using his pen to plan some events him and the kids could do, he was really looking forward to this.

Leaving OWCA was the best thing Perry ever could’ve done.

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Johnny (Cowboy Minotaur) Pt. 2

Rating: Lemon Relationship: Male Human/Male Minotaur Additional Tags: Exophilia, Reader-Insert, Monster Lover, Interspecies Relationship, Male Reader, Male Monster, Gay Reader, Gay Monster, Post Gold Rush, 1860's California, Cowboys, Cowboy Minotaur Content Warnings: Gun Violence, Gay Sex, Anal Sex, Handcuff Bondage, Cumflation Words: 3798

The conclusion to @severedreamerbeard ‘s commission! Randall puts pressure on Johnny, so the reader decides to do something about it, only to be injured while protecting Johnny. Please reblog and leave feedback!

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The next few weeks were unremarkable. The town was small and most folks were mild-mannered. The only place that seemed to have any trouble was the saloon, and Bláithín was more than capable of handling most scrapes that went on there herself. She came in to the jailhouse once or twice, dragging an unconscious drunk behind her while you and Johnny were playing blackjack for peanuts and pennies.

You and Johnny often ate your meals at the saloon, though Uncle George invited you, Johnny, and Judge Jones over for dinner once a week. He liked to cook, but in such a small town, he rarely had anyone to cook for.

All through this time, you’re trying not to think about whether or not Johnny was like you. If you told him and he wasn’t, he could arrest you and send you to the Sacramento big house for indecency. And if he was… what? You had to admit to yourself that you liked him rather much, but it wasn’t as if you could have any sort of relationship with him that was anything more than professional. In the city, people didn’t care about other people, but in small towns, people talked. You knew if you gave in and he reciprocated, people would talk. Johnny hadn’t been here much longer than you, but the people of Redington already respected and admired him. You didn’t want to strip him of his job, home, and dignity because you had feelings.

One afternoon, as you and Johnny were talking with Bláithín about her recent stolen packages, Randall came into the saloon followed his entire entourage, with Lloyd at his left elbow. The entire room went silent and a few of the bar’s patrons hastily threw down money and left. Bláithín stood as straight as her packhorse body would allow and both you and Johnny stiffened.

“Relax,” Randall said, holding up his hands in placation. “We ain’t here to start trouble. We just want some grub and a drink. That against the law now?”

“Bláithín?” Johnny asked.

“I haven’t ever officially barred them from entering, and as long as their payin’, I suppose there’s no harm,” She said slowly.

“Maybe we’ll stick around for a bit,” Johnny told her in an undertone.

“I’d appreciate that, sheriff,” She replied.

The boys settled around the saloon, ordering food and drink and being rowdy, but not so much that it would require tossing them out.

“Hey, sheriff!” Randall shouted over his buddies. He’d been watching the two of us whisper to each other. “You done breakin’ in that new deputy? Workin’ him hard, I bet.”

Johnny snorted, but you said in a whisper, “They want to rile you up. Don’t rise to the bait.”

Lloyd piped up next. “Yeah, I bet he’s so sore from his ‘job’ that he can’t hardly sit down.”

His men laughed uproariously.

“Johnny,” You asked him as you felt him getting more and more tense next to you. “We both know they’re criminals. Why haven’t they been run off or arrested before now?”

Johnny huffed in exasperation. “They’re careful about it. They do most of their… work… outside of the town limits, which means it’s outside of my jurisdiction. What happens out in the desert beyond the town’s boundaries is fair game. There’s no witnesses, so there’s no crime. My hands are tied unless they do something illegal within the town’s borders.”

“What would be enough to get them sent away for good?”

“Burglary, robbery… nothin’ good,” He said, eyeing the group as they howled with laughter.

You thought about what Johnny had said when you first got to town: He loves any chance to prove he’s the biggest swingin’ dick on this side of the tracks. “What about assault on a lawman?” You asked on a low voice.

Johnny frowned. “What’re you--”

“You know, Randall,” You said loudly, pushing yourself off of where you’d been leaning on the bar and advanced slowly. “You want to know what I think? Why you like pokin’ at Johnny so much?”

“Oh, do enlighten me,” Randall said in an amused tone.

“You’re jealous,” You told him simply. “Johnny’s got everything you want. Respect, money, integrity…” You looked Randall up and down. “Height. Looks. Brains. A backbone.”

Randall’s smile changed to a scowl in half a heartbeat. “That prissy dickweed has nothing on me.”

“If you mean smell, you’re exactly right,” You said, holding your nose. “Are you like an actual cow and roll in your own dung? That’s the only reason I can think of that you’d smell so bad all the time.”

Randall stood so fast that his chair flew back. His entourage also shot to their feet, their hands going to their gun belts.

“You’re either as stupid as you look or tryin’ to get your ass beat,” Randall said.

“That’s fair, I do have a hitable face,” You said.

“Kid, stop it,” Johnny said, grabbing your arm.

“Gotta protect your little boy toy, don’t you sheriff?” Randall said, cackling.

“What’s a-matter, Randall?” I shot back. “Mad he won’t take you back?”

That’s what did it. Randall cracked you across the face. You were prepared for it, but he hit hard and you stumbled back into Johnny, who caught you and pushed you back onto your feet.

“That’s enough!” Johnny said. “Randall, you’re under arrest!”

“Like hell I am!” Randall said, drawing his gun. He pointed it right at Johnny.

“Look out!” You couldn’t push Johnny out of the way, he was too large. But you cold jump in front of him. The bullet was aimed at Johnny’s ribcage, but it managed to hit you squarely in the shoulder. It was enough to rattle the bones in your arm and you cried out in pain.

Johnny bellowed in rage and jumped into action, delivering a blow to Randall’s stomach that sent him sprawling, his gun skittering across the floor. Lloyd tried to retrieve it, but Bláithín stood there with her rifle, aimed at his head.

“Wouldn’t be doing that, if I were you, bucko,” She said. Two more of his gang rushed her, guns in hand, and she twirled with incredible agility and kicked them both hard in the knees. The snapping sound echoed throughout the saloon, and they went down screaming. The other four shot out of the saloon, into the street. Bláithín went out to follow them, but you stopped her.

“Leave ‘em,” You gasped, getting up off the floor, gun in hand. “They ain’t actually done anything. These four are the ones we want to worry about.”

Johnny was on the ground over Randall, pummeling him into the floorboards. You grabbed his arm as he was going down for another blow.

“He’s out, John!” You said. Johnny was breathing heavily and stared at you, his pupils pinpricks and hyperfocused, but he stopped and got up, breathing as though he’d run to the coast and back.

Bláithín was holding Lloyd at gunpoint. “These four inna going nowhere, John, but we need the surgeon. Run an’ get ‘im.”

Johnny stared at you for a moment longer, then obeyed.

Getting the bullet out of your shoulder was more painful than it going in, but there was no permanent damage. Johnny was at the other end of the infirmary, securing the other prisoners. He glanced back at you occasionally, as if making sure you were still there, although you were going to be in that bed for a day or two to make sure the wound didn’t open up or get an infection.

Uncle George and Judge Jones arrived shortly after, talking with Johnny in hushed tones. Jones and Johnny went off to another room while Uncle George came to sit on the cot next to you.

“That was a risky gamble, son,” He said, although he couldn’t bring himself to sound too annoyed at you.

“Ain’t this why you brought me out here?” You asked, a little woozy from the whiskey they’d made you drink before taking out the bullet. “To get rid of Randall?”

“Well, yeah, but I didn’t expect you to get yourself shot!” He said, his annoyance bubbling to the surface.

“He was aimin’ for Johnny,” You said seriously. “A gutshot in that big guy would have been fatal.”

“Hmph,” Uncle George said. “Well, you’re not staying here with these hooligans. You’ll be staying with me till you’re patched up. Johnny’s gonna have to make a trip to Sacramento to bring back deputies from the big house to transport Randall and his men back that way. He’ll be gone about two weeks.”

Your heart sank a little, but you kept your face neutral.

“What about the four of Randall’s crew that got away?” You asked.

“Scattered like cockroaches after their leader got caught,” George said. “Just as well. They hadn’t actually committed a crime, they were just present when a crime was committed. Perhaps now they’ll move on and pester someone else.”

“Hmm,” You hummed. “Will the town be alright without a sheriff? I mean, with Johnny gone and me laid up?”

“Bláithín’s takin’ up the reins, so to speak, until John returns. She’s a capable woman.”

“I believe that,” You said, laying back with a tired sigh. “I think I might get some shut-eye, Uncle, if’n thats alright?”

“Sure thing, son,” He said, standing. “Got some paperwork to do, as it is. You rest easy. I’ll have you moved to my house tomorrow morning.”

You fell into a sodden slumber, feeling heavy. Later, you were awoken in the dark by a gentle shake.

“Wake up, deputy,” You heard a gravelly voice say softly.

“Johnny?” You asked, groggy and unable to see much in the dark.

“Yeah, it’s me,” He said. “I’m leavin’ out tonight. I want to get there and back as quick as possible, but… I… I wanted to thank you. For takin’ that bullet for me.”

“I’d do it again, John,” You said, still half asleep. “I’d do it a thousand times.”

You closed your eyes again, and there was silence. Perhaps he thought you’d fallen asleep again. You felt his hand take yours and hold it, gently caressing the knuckles. Your heart thumped when he pressed a kiss to it, but when you opened your eyes, he had dropped you hand and you could hear him hurrying out of the building.

You’re uncle had said it would take two weeks for Johnny to get to Sacramento and back, but he managed the trip in half the time. He was dusty and looked a bit thinner; it looked like he’d barely taken a rest the whole time.

By the time he got back, you were on your feet again and had taken back the job of deputy from Bláithín, though your arm was still in a sling. She gratefully relinquished it, though the town had been quiet with the offenders finally caught and out of the way.

“Welcome back, sheriff,” You said brightly as he leapt off his horse.

“Thanks,” He said. “How you holdin’ up?”

“My arm’s still stickin’, so I’m all good,” You said, wiggling your arm in it’s sling.

Johnny nodded, satisfied. “The boys from Sacramento are about an hour behind me. They’re at the train station, getting a bite to eat.”

“Have you eaten?” You asked him. He shook his head. “Come on, then. I’m buyin’.”

“Nah, kid. You don’t pay for nothin’ when your with me anymore,” He said, smiling at you. It was the first actual, honest-to-god smile you’d ever seen on his face. It completely changed it, lighting it up and making him look…

You shook your head. Now wasn’t the time.

After you’d eaten, the deputies arrived. You followed Johnny into the jailhouse. As soon as Randall saw the deputies, he started screeching.

“They provoked me! Him especially!” He said, pointing at you.

One of the deputies banged the bars of the cell with his baton. “Hush up!”

“What about him then?” Randall asked, pointing at Johnny, his voice more menacing. “There are some things about him you’d probably like to know.”

“And how exactly do you know those things, Randall?” You asked him dangerously, getting in his face though the bars separated you. “How exactly do you know?”

Randall shut his mouth tight and glared at you.

“You said you had something to declare?” The prison deputy asked.

Randall’s jaw worked and he looked at you with pure venom.

“...no. No, I don’t.”

“Fine. Time to get moving,” the deputy said. Randall, Lloyd, and the other two of the gang were loaded into a barred paddy-wagon.

As they moved off, Johnny said, “Can’t say I’m sorry to see the back of ‘em.”

“You said it,” You said, massaging your shoulder a bit.

“Does it hurt?” He asked.

You shook your head. “Not much.”

He snorted. “Quit tryin’ to be a hard ass. When’s the last time the bandage was changed?”

“Couple days.”

“It’s due, then. Come on, I’ll take care of it,” he said, walking back to the jailhouse. You follow.

He sat you down at the table and got a box from the bunkhouse.

“Take off your shirt,” He said.

Your heart threw itself into your throat, but you complied, carefully pulling your arm out of it’s sling and tugging the sleeve off.

“Lay your arm on the table and get comfy,” He said, pulling out strips of cloth and some salve.

He was inches away from you, and you could smell him. He smelled earthy and reminded you of home. Comfy was the last place you could be right now. Your heart was hammering.

He carefully peeled the old bandage off and inspected the skin, checking for infection. He was gentle. You could feel his breath on your bare chest and it was all you could do to hold still and not reach out for him. He gently worked the salve into your skin without hurting you much and re-wrapped the wound.

“...uh…” He started diffidently. He was purposefully not looking you in the eye. “Thanks… for pipin’ up for me. I don’t know… what you know… or… but…”

“John,” You said seriously. “Look at me.”

He looked up, his face stern and closed, but his eyes showed his true self. You bent forward and kissed him. He pushed you back immediately. At first, you were scared you misjudged him, but he was looking at you wonderingly.

“You… you’re…”

You nodded. “I’ve been holdin’ back because I didn’t want to cause you trouble… but… God, Johnny…” You rushed forward again and kissed him, harder this time, and he didn’t pull away. If fact, he gripped you tightly, causing you to yelp in pain from your shoulder.

“Sorry, sorry!” He said, letting you go at once.

You shook your head. “No, I’m fine.” You got up and bolted the door of the jailhouse. “Is this alright?”

He nodded, breathing hard and standing. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off as you unbuckled your belt one-handed.

“Are you sure?” Johnny asked, shedding clothes.

“Yes,” You said, pulling him down by the chin to kiss him again. His hands found your buttocks and lifted you so that your legs were wrapped around him. He swept off the desk and laid you down on your back, pulling your boots and trousers off. He reached over you, bending so that his body was flush with yours, and pulled open a draw on the desk. When he drew back, he was holding the bottle of oil that he used for sore muscles.

He put some on his fingers and rubbed it against your entrance, and you moaned. He worked the oil in while kissing you, eventually inserting one finger, then two, then three. His fingers weren’t exactly small, and the stretch felt amazing.

He moved you so that you were laying lengthways on the desk and reached back into the draw, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. He pushed the desk closer to the cell and took your hands, carefully lifting your arms up and cuffed them to the cell.

“Don’t move around too much,” He said as he climbed onto the desk between your legs. “Don’t want to reopen that wound.”

You nodded, breathless at the sight of him. His length had slipped out of it’s sheath and was standing at attention, brown and black like the rest of his body with a flat head. Johnny covered it in oil and rubbed it in,

“Ready?” He asked.

“It’s been a while,” You admitted. “I’m more than ready.”

“I can guarantee it’s been longer for me,” He said, chuckling, as he pushed himself slowly into you. You groaned with the sensation, your head falling back against the desk.

He took your knees in his hands and pushed them back against your chest and buried himself as deeply as he could go. Looking up, you saw a bulge in your belly were he had planted himself. He moaned as he slowly pulled back out and pushed in again, the bulge disappearing and reappearing with each thrust. Once he was confident he wasn’t hurting you, he sped up and you gasped. Your own member was bobbing and twitching against your stomach, and instead of grasping it, he reached underneath and rubbed his fingers over your sack, massaging the skin and making you cry out. You muted your noise, though, fearful that others would hear.

“Fuck,” He breathed, leaning forward on his hands and speeding up. You could feel him twitching inside you, and he had trapped your cock between your stomachs, so as he thrust, he was rubbing it between the two of you.

“Oh, God, Johnny,” You gasped. You could feel yourself getting close, the friction of his skin against your length and the feeling of him working his against the nerves inside you made you feel like you were going to explode. Your body tensed as you came, spraying against you and him as he continued to move at a frenetic pace. The tension caused a little bit of pain in your shoulder, but you barely noticed it.

He reared up and grasped your hips, ramming into you with a fierce intensity until he came as well, filling you so full that your belly pooched again with the sheer amount he released into you.

He slowed to a stop, still inside you, and rested on his knuckles, wheezing.

“Are you hurt?” He asked, struggling to get his breath back.

“No, I’m alright,” You replied, just as breathless.

After some time, he uncuffed you and helped you down off of the desk, and the two of you cleaned yourselves up and dressed without speaking. Sitting back down at the table, you reached out for his hand.

“I know your worried about people finding out about… us… what we are…” You said. “But… I like you, John. I don’t want to stop this.”

“I don’t either,” he said with a worried frown, gripping your fingers tightly.

“I…” You gulped. “I could… I could talk to my uncle.”

“What?” Johnny said. “No, don’t! No one can know about this.”

“I won’t tell him about you,” You assured him. “I’ll tell him about me. Uncle George has been more of a father to me than my own father. If anyone would understand, he would. And even if he doesn’t, he wouldn’t tell anyone.”

“You’re absolutely sure of that?”

“Yes,” You said, squeezing his hand. “Trust me.”

Johnny regarded you with a grim expression, but nodded.

That night, you stopped at your uncle’s house unannounced, which you had never done before, though the invitation had always been there.

“My boy!” Your uncle said, hugging you when he opened the door. “Good to see you up and about. What brings you by?”

“Actually, Uncle George, there’s somethin’ I need to talk to you about.”

“Well, this sounds serious,” He said, stepping back so that you could come in. “Maybe we could talk about it over a brandy?”

“That’d be nice, Uncle, thank you.”

He took you to his lounge and pulled a decanter from a shelf. “So what has you looking so dour, son?”

You took a glass and sucked in a deep breath. “Did you and my pa ever have a talk about me bein’… different?”

“Not as such,” George said, sitting in a chair opposite you. “Though my brother and I don’t see eye to eye on many things, so his definition of ‘different’ may not be the same as mine.”

You sighed. “Honestly, Uncle… I’ve always wanted to be open about this, especially with my family, but Ma and Pa beat into me that I… wasn’t right.”

“Not right how?”

Moment of truth. “I… You… You must be wonderin’ why I never had a sweetheart or been interested in marryin’. Truth is… I actually would like to be married… just… not to a woman.”

“...I see,” You uncle said slowly. You winced at his distant tone.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you, Uncle,” you said sadly.

“Young man,” He said. “You haven’t disappointed me.”

You looked up. “I haven’t?”

He shook his head firmly. “No, my boy.” He took a swig from his own glass. “You know, Herbert and I went to college together. We’ve been very close friends ever since. He lived in New York, but he came out here with me to be the judge. Did you know that?”

“No, sir?” You asked, confused by the question.

“Jones and I never married or had sweethearts, either, but our positions put us beyond reproach. People gossiped, of course, but we were members of high society. We had enough power to quash most of it.”

Your jaw dropped. “You… is that why Pa never invited you to the farm? I thought it was because he resented you for being rich.”

George laughed sharply. “That was certainly part of it.” He clapped you on your good shoulder. “Look, son, don’t worry. We still have to be careful, but Herb and I started this town to be a safe place for good people. You’re a good man.” He took another sip. “And so is Johnny.”

Your heartbeat hitched up. “Yes, he is.”

“More to the point, he’s safe. You make sure he knows that.”

You smiled and relaxed, sitting back in the armchair. “I will, Uncle.”

After talking with George, you went back to the jailhouse. Johnny was sleeping when you came in, and you slithered into bed with him. The beds were a little narrow, but you made it work. He snorted awake.

“Did you talk to your uncle?” He asked, cuddling you into his side.

“I did,” You said with a smile, kissing him softly. “It’s alright, Johnny. Everything’s alright.”

He sighed and threw the blanket over you. At ease, the two of you slept.

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Chapter 3 “The Breakdown”

“So its been a few days that ive been in this hospital and aint heard from nobody wtf is up.?” As i sat there and thought because what else am I suppose to do.

*Picked up the phone and called Rik*

*Ring*

*Ring*

*Ring*

*No Answer*

( Called Ashley)

*Ring*

*Ring*

Ashley:Hello

AJ:Ashley!

Ashley:Hey Boo How you doing I been up there but you was sleep so i was gonna comeback today.

AJ:Oh... You been up here to see me?

Ashley:Why wouldn’t I? She asked so confusingly.

AJ:Oh... Nah i just aint know you came up here....They say I can get discharged tomorrow you gonna come get me..? I asked

Wait.. where is my car hold on..

(I checked my app)

“Yes i have a tracking device on the whip A nigga like me gots to.”

AJ:Oh its outside in the parking garage... Who drove it here.? You did.? I said with concern 🤔

Ashley:Uhhh no rik drove it up there...

Aj:Oh ok... (How she know that I thought to myself but didnt say nothing).“Well ight wyd rn”

Ashley:Nothing Missing you she said. She gave me the cutest look when she said that.

AJ:Dont be saying it like that girl i said with a smirk on my face.

Ashley:Ha Whyy? And Do you still need me to come get you?

AJ:Oh yeah actually leave your car imma send you a uber come here and we’ll drive my car.

Ashley:Oouu yes Ok ill be there in the morning.

AJ:Ight Bet

(Phone Hangs Up at the same time the doctor walks in and some man in a suit.)

I grimmed him “Who tf is you?” i said with a aggressive tone.

Detective:Hello Mr.Davis My name is Detective Johnson(He put his hand out for me to shake it)

(I just looked at him and his hand.)

Detective Johnson:Oookkkk then anyway. Im here for your case to try and figure out and find the person that did this to you.

“Nah Im good bro bro”

Detective John: Whether you good or not Im still on the case and im here til its closed. So either you gonna let me help you because as of right now your an innocent victim. Or you can become a prime suspect Your choice.!

“Man whatever” I said with a attitude like a bad bitch😂😂😂

DetectiveJ:Oh ok thats what i thought now can you tell me what happened.(He pulls out his pad and pen.)

“I went to visit my mans and someone started shooting next thing i know i woke up here”

Detective:(Writing on the pad) Ok who is your mans? He asked

(Dead Silence)

Detective:You gonna answer the question Mr.Davis?..

(Dead Silence)

Detective:Ok We’re done for the day Thanks Doc we’ll be in touch and i will be seeing you very soon mr davis. (He hit the back of his pen on the pad and put them both in his pocket. Right before he walked out the door He said...)

Stay Safe Mr.Davis (He side eyed me with a smirk and walked out)

Doc:Why was you not cooperating with the detective?

“I dont move like that doc” i said with a nonchalant tone.

Doc:But he’s here to protect you and help you.

“I dont need help or protection this some street shit i gotta handle that the feds cant handle the only thing they get out of it is a ceremony and funeral that they family and coworkers gotta plan for them so no i dont need they help.”

Doc: Smh just dont learn... You know what can i tell you something? She asked

“Yea go ahead” as i stared out the window.

Doc:I get alot of patients just like you in here from gang violence and me being a young black doctor its hard. Seeing young black kings lose their lives in my hands because of the streets it breaks my heart everytime.

(Guilt knocked down that brick wall of pride i had built up just moments ago.)

Im going to just say this one thing before i leave out this door just please cooperate please, because i see something in you and obviously you are on gods green earth for a reason. So please cooperate but get some rest before you leave tomorrow i will come check on you 1 last time before i let you go ok.

“I looked at her and shook my head and said “Ight I gotchu doc”

Doc:Ok Bye Mr.Davis she said so innocently and walked out the door.

(I laid back moments later the nurse walks in and looks at me with a grumpy look)

“Aye you the one that forcefully put me to sleep man you betta not be coming in here to that shit again and you in here by yourself aww hell nah this old lady about to rape me I cried out.”

Nurse:Boy shut yo ass up i dont want you im married.

“SO” i yelled out🤔

Nurse:I am about to put you to sleep tho(She hurried and grabbed the IV and injected the sleep juice in it.

“Wait wait let me—-

(Right before i fell asleep i heard the door open)

——:Pay close attention to the people around you adrian....

(It got dark)..

“I popped up it’s the next morning Dr.taylor and the nurse are already in the room.

Doc:Hello Mr Davis are you ready to go home? She said with a big smile on her face.

“Yea I am actually”(Picked up my phone and texted ashley and sent her money for the uber)

Ashley:Ok imma be on my way in 15 mins.

Doc:Ok let me finish up your paperwork and you can get dressed and leave.

“Ok” I said

As she finished my work i thought to myself was I dreaming or did someone actually come in here and say that to me.... “Fuck It” i said out loud.

Doc:Whats that..?

“Oh oh nothing” I looked at my calls Rik called me but its not a missed call...

Wtf maybe i answered but was still sleep. I hate when people call me while im sleep man.

(I called back no answer)

Ashley:Im omw babe.

I texted back “Ok im about to get dressed im just waiting on them to get done with my paperwork.

Ashley:Ok im omw.

Doc:Ok heres your discharge papers and your prescriptions that you pick up later on today ok...

(She hands me the papers)

Doc:Ok im going to let you get dressed ill be out here when you leave.

“Ight thanks doc i really appreciate you and everything you do.”

(She blushed and clutched her clipboard said thank you and walked out the room.)

“YOU LEAVE TO LADY” i said jokingly loud

(The nurse giggled walked out and shut the door i hopped up and locked it to make sure she fasho couldn’t comeback in and went to the bathroom.)

*15 mins later*

I walked out the bathroom from a hot shower someone knocked on the door.

“COME IN” i yelled

(They jiggled the knob)

Lmao “Oh yeah I forgot i locked the door”

(I unlocked and opened its ashley she walked in smiling and smelling good than a mothafucka with a couple bags in her hand.)

“Ooouueeee who told you to come up here like that red bottoms on, hair laid, lashes on eyebrows done, cleavage out wassup.”

She said “Boy stop it” as she was blushing hard. “Look I got you some stuff to put on everything i just bought yesterday.

(Breds ,Purple brand all black Jeans and a red/black vlone shirt)

“Ight bet”

(Before i was just about to reach for the stuff)

“UNHT UNHT you not gonna give me a hug first damn can i at least get a thank you..!!

I smirked “You right you right im sorry babygirl”

I hugged her and wrapped my arms around her and grabbed her ass she hugged me so tight and she smelled so good I wanted to eat her. She kissed me on my neck i sat down on the bed and pulled her close to me by her hips we started kissing.

She tongue’n the kid down i started to get hard through my towel she felt that and grabbed me and slowly started kissing me from my neck down my chest to my 6 pack...😏

*Knock Knock Knock*

She jumped up i jumped up “UH YEAH COME IN” i yelled

Doc: Its me i have one more thing to give you so stop by the desk before you leave ok.

“Ight i gotchu doc”

(Door shuts i gasped and we looked at eachother and laughed)

“Yea let me hurry up n get dressed” and looked down at mini me and said.

“Control yo self man”

She sat down and crossed her legs, bit her lip and fucked me with her eyes. I grabbed my stuff and went in the bathroom and got dressed.

(Moments later) “Ight im ready”

We grabbed all of our stuff and walked out.

“Im about to stop at this desk realquick”

“Ok” she said and walked ahead”

“Ok whats the deal doc” i asked

“Here (She gave me a card) look on the back”

It was a sticky note with a number and a name on it. I looked down the hall at ashley she was looking the other way. I looked back at doc.

“Call me whenever you need something...Anything..”

I hesitated at first then said “Ok i gotchu” and walked away.

(Caught up with ashley)

“Whats that in your hand?”

“Oh its a card she said to call them if i have any questions about anything....”

(I hurried and put the card in my pocket.)

“Unht unht give it here let me see the bitch probably put her number on the back”

“Man what” i started laughing

“Give it here” she yelled

I pulled the card out my pocket she look at both sides.

“Mmhm sneaky ass” she said in slight disappointment. “Let me find out you fuckn her.”

“Come on na babygirl” i smirked and we walked to the car..

After a long day of shopping eating and talking shit we go back to her crib.

“Omg im so tired and my feet hurt” she cried out

I laughed and said “I bet they do”

“Boy shut the fuck up you always talking shit” she said so agitated.

“I walked over to her and said say it to my face”

“Boy fuck you”

(I picked her up and carried her to the room)

“Put me down Aj you gonna drop me stop playing.” She yelled out.

I threw her on the bed and got on top of her and started kissing on her she immediately calmed down and relaxed her body n started kissing me back. She placed her hand on the back of my neck while my hand maneuvered my way between her legs.

“Oh you ready ready” i leaned up and said

She smirked and grabbed my hand and put my fingers in her mouth.

“Oml”😩 this girl so freaky i think thats why i love her.😂

She hopped up off the bed and walked real slow and sexy to the bathroom while taking her clothes off at the same time.

“Come here daddy” she demanded and waltzed in the bathroom.

“Oh you aint gotta tell me twice” i hopped up so fast i fell flat on my face pants to my ankles shirt halfway on.😂 Its up there.

I walked in the bathroom she already hot and wet. Im about to fuck this girl like a dog.

I stepped in and stood right in front of her she looking up at me and im looking down at her.

I grabbed her neck kissed her i picked her up and Pinned her to the wall and started sucking on her neck she wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck and moaned in my ear.

Now yall know when a female moan in my ears it do something to me.

I couldn’t wait i was so hard i was throbbing.

I stuck my dick inside of she gasped.

I went in slow to open her up she so warm and tight.

“Fuuuck” i said slow and low my strokes became faster her grip became tighter, she dug her nails in my back.

I went faster and deeper her moans became louder.

“Ahh AJ” she moaned

I just knew i was about to be a father.

“Fuck it” I said out loud and released.

“Dammnn“ i said outta relief because i just released so much stress.

“Damn the hospital fixed you up you aint never did that before.” She said while she finished showering.

“No cap”😂

We both finished showering she got out before me but i felt the vibes change mins later before she got out.

I finished up turned the shower off and grabbed my towel and walked out the bathroom.

“Whats up?” I asked out of concern.

“........Im not ready AJ..”

“😕Wow You not ready....Why?”

I sat on one side of the bed she sat on the other side.

“Ive been taking birth control pills”

“Man what!!! When was you gonna tell me this we just talked about this a few weeks ago and you said you was ready.” I yelled

“Well yeah that was before you stopped answering my calls and stopped being over or around me all the time.” She cried out

“Ive been working you know that.”

“AJ you know ive been told that before ive been in this same situation before and the person i was in that situation with fasho not you obviously im just scared to go back down that road because im still dealing with that by myself you have to give me that.” She said with a scratchy voice as if she was about to cry.

I started to feel guilty again by another women.

It became dead silent...

“🤔You know i never understood why mothafuckas let otha mothafuckas hold them back from their blessings that they asked for... that they been praying for... A mothafucka standing RIGHT HERE IN FRONT OF YOU”

“Maybe Im too genuine.. Maybe I aint what she want..Maybe...”

“Man Fuck this shit” I said while jumping up and storming to the living room.

“WHAT” she yelled

(She jumped up right behind me and chased after me.)

I pounced on the couch and turned the game on.

She came and stood right in front of me with her hand on her hip silk robe half way open, skin soft and shiny with the meanest sexiest look on her face.

“AJ really this what you gonna do while we talkin.?”

*Pat Tap Tap* Controller Buttons

She scooted over in front of the tv.

“Man Move” i said in agitation

She dropped her robe and i dropped my bottom lip Along with the controller.😂

“You ready to listen now?”

“Yes maam” i said with such thirst that i was ready for whatever.

I laid back on the couch and she climbed on top of me and was under a spell after that.

What can I say Imma sucka😋😁

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A Dangerous Game Part 3

SFW but has violence

Ten months ago

"Ahh... Ahh... Ahh... I should be good here." You huffed, leaning against a building wall in an alley you ducked into, pressing your hand to the bleeding cut you sustained. You and your team had been on a lead when you were confronted by the hit team and ended up in a battle.

Everything was going pretty good for your side. You had one of La Squadra's members, Ghiaccio, trapped in your Stand and almost had him finished when you were attacked from behind by Melone. He grabbed you by your arms and pinned them around your back, making you release your Stand's hold on Ghiaccio; he fell to his hands and knees, gasping for breath.

"Son of a bitch!" You cursed in Melone's hold.

"What a great idea!" Melone rubbed the side of his face on yours. "You look like a perfect specimen for my Stand."

Oh shit. You panic. You've heard of Melone's Stand, Baby Face, and being a woman, you really had to get away from this creep.

The only option would be to use your own Stand, Nine Inch Nails, but with how close Melone is, you would be affected by it as well. The feeling of Melone's fingers caressing your hip made you cringe; this can't happen. With a scream, you activate your Stand around you, trapping you and the lavender haired man inside.

The air depleted quickly with the two of you caught in the translucent coffin. Your vision blurs as you gasp, hoping Melone breaks first that his hold on you loosens and you can get away from the fray of battle.

Its been almost two minutes. His hands falter, but so do your legs and you drop to your knees with Melone still behind you- if only he would pass out. With the last bit of strength you were feeling, you pulled your arm free and rammed your elbow into his face. Once he let go to grab at his nose, thats when you released your Stand and ran as fast as you could away from them. Thats how you ended in the alley way you are in now.

Gasping, you examine your arm. Giorno would be able to fix you; you just had to get to him somehow.

Scailing the wall, you cautiously peer around the corner to see if anyone followed you; it looked clear. Taking a deep breath, you go to make your way towards the safe house, when you started to feel dizzy. Your eyes blur and your breaths got even shorter. "Wh-What the...hell..." Suddenly, your left hand is slammed to the side of the building, then your right. The feeling of something very strong squeezed your wrists and you felt something press against your body. There was nothing around you, so what was was this feeling of weakness in your body, and what was pressed against you?

"You're an interesting girl..."

A smooth, deep voice could be heard around you, but there was no one around...was there?

Materializing in front of you, was a tall man with eyes black as night and red as blood. A bit of his silver hair could be visable under the black hat he wore. His chiseled bare chest was eye level with you, black straps across his muscles. "Risotto Nero..."

"You've heard of me." He glared down at you, the height difference between you pretty significant. Gritting your teeth, you muster any strength to activate your Stand, but was stopped when Risotto squeezed your wrists and pushed you up against the wall more with his form. "I dont think so. I saw you back there with Melone. Someone this close to you, you'll be affected as well. Besides, I've already been working my own Stand on you."

Looking to the cut on your arm, you saw little ghost-like beings on it, wriggling around. Thats why you were feeling dizzy, your blood was being manipulated. "So you got me. Now what? You're going to kill me?"

Risotto looked at you with an unreadable look. But it wasn't the look that was unsettling, it was how long he looked at you for. Those eyes burning into yours, making your cheeks dust with a pink and your stomach flip with excitement. In a terrifying way, he was sort of...handsome...

Finally moving, Risotto's lips curved into a sly smile. "Kill you? Its an option..." He bent down to growl in your ear. "But then, that scary Stand of yours would go to waste." His eyes flicked to the dripping wound on your arm, face coming so close to it that he could smell the iron in your blood. This was oddly arousing.

"A-Are you going to k-kill m-me or not...?" Between low blood pressure, and the strange knot forming in your stomach, you felt like you were going to throw up.

Risotto straightened a little, looking back at your face; dirtied and bloodly from the fight with his men. Smiling, he loosened his grip a little, his thumbs rubbing the inside of your wrists subtly. "I'll let you live...this time..." He released your arms and backed away slowly, not breaking eye contact with you as he let his Stand go.

He was far enough for you trap him, but you didn't. Risotto Nero, the ruthless leader of La Squadra, let you, a member of the enemy, live. You fell to your knees, weak from the fight and blood loss. With one last quirk of his lips, he turned to make his leave. What just happened? Risotto could have killed you right on the spot, but didn't.

You felt like something passed between you in the moments he stared at you. He was dangerous, a killer, yet there was this pull that made you quite interested in this man. "Hey!" You shouted after him, making him stop in his tracks. He turned his head enough to look back at you, kneeling on the ground. "You got a nice smile, did you know that?"

Risotto took a moment to process your words then stuffed his hand in his pocket, pulling out a piece of paper the size of a business card and smirked. "So do you." He flicked the card at you.

You caught the card mid air between your fingers, returning the expression. He nodded once then left the alley. Looking at what was printed, you realized it was his phone number.

What a turn of events.

Risotto Nero, leader of La Squadra. You, a member of Bucciarati's gang. About to get caught up in something dangerous and forbidding. But that's the risk of the game, isn't it?

---

Risotto stealthy followed Bucciarati and Mista back to the safe house you were located in.

Earlier that night, while the rest of the hit team sulked from the wrath they recieved from their capo upon learning your "escape", Risotto decided to take the risk and head to your house to make sure you were safe. When he got there and no lights were on, he made himself invisible and made his way in without any signs of a break in.

No signs of struggle was inside, so he guessed you were still with your gang; maybe you would be home soon. His heart picked up in excitement when he heard the door open, but quickly hid and camouflaged himself again when he heard two male voices belonging to Bucciarati and Mista.

He quickly learned that they were here to grab things for you, since you were staying at the safe house. At least he knew you were okay.

Very carefully, he followed the two down the hall. Mista went into the bathroom while Bucciarati went into your bedroom. Thinking Mista was fine, Risotto followed Bucciarati into your room. He watched him rummage through your closet, putting clothes in a duffle bag he found. Then he went to your dresser and packed your underwear. Risotto noticed the blush on Bucciarati's cheeks when he pulled out a pair of your panties, holding them a little longer than Risotto liked.

Just before it was time to take their leave, Bucciarati doubled back to grab the pajama pants you had on your bed; that's when he noticed the open letters in your nightstand, picking up the most recent one.

Risotto's heart stopped as he watched him read the letter. This was bad.

"Who is 'N'?" Bucciarati muttered out loud. "Abbacchio! I can find out by using Moody Blues." He stuffed the letter in his pocket.

Now this went from bad to worse. Risotto had to get that letter back.

Once Bucciarati and Mista left your house, Risotto snuck out the back window and followed them back to the safe house. He stayed behind a good distance to not be noticed-even in his invisible form- but still close enough to hear them talking.

It was twenty minutes of listening to Mista's rambling until Bucciarati switched the subject. "Mista... Has...has Y/N ever mentioned that she's seeing someone?"

"Hm? Like romantically?" Mista thought back to the conversations you've had. "Not that I can think of. Why?"

Bucciarati paused a bit, thinking if he should tell him about the letter he stole off of your night table. "Mista... I like Y/N. Almost so much that I tried to kiss her earlier before we left to get her things."

Rage ran through Risotto as he heard the words that came out of Bucciarati's mouth. He could kill him right here and now for him to be advancing on you but kept himself in check. If he were to kill them both, he knew that you would know he did it. His only mission right now was that letter and get it back before Abbachio could find out he wrote it.

"Whoa! Are you serious?"

Bucciarati nodded slowly, feeling a little shame. "But she rejected me. She told me she wasn't looking for a relationship right now." He stuffed his hand in pocket and touched the paper, tempted to tell Mista what he found, but decided against it. "I thought maybe she would have told you anything."

"Sorry, man."

---

Arriving at the safe house, Risotto slipped in silently behind the two men.

"I'm gonna crash. Here's the rest of Y/N's stuff." Mista handed the bag to Bucciarati and headed off to his room.

Bucciarati sighed, running a hand through his hair. The words of the letter ran through his mind. There was obviously a recent meet up, and this person had bought you something to wear for the occasion. He made his way up the stairs to your room, knocking lightly.

Risotto held his breath. Just on the other side of that door was you. Though he seen you just hours earlier, he longed to hold you in his arms- away from this place. His heart fluttered when he saw you through the crack of the door when you opened it. He went to move forward to you but stopped when Bucciarati moved in his way.

"Were you asleep?" He asked you, holding up the bags in each hand. "I brought your things."

"Oh, thank you, Bruno." You stepped back a little for Bucciarati to enter and walked back to your bed. Bucciarati shut the door behind him before Risotto had a chance to squeeze into the room, leaving him out in the hallway just on the other side of the door.

Bucciarati walked beside you, placing the bags on the bed. He eyed you subtly as you went through the bag Mista packed. There were some things in there that you probably wouldn't need, but you were thankful for the thought. Going through the one Bucciarati packed, you found the pajama pants and put them on under the robe you were wearing; you had just gotten out of the shower before he knocked on your door. You smiled at him, thanking him again for getting you your pants.

Bucciarati sighed lovingly. It warmed his heart to see you happy. "Is there anything else you need? Or want?" Or want to tell me?

You shook you head, grabbed a tank top to put on and shed your robe, climbing into bed. "Can you shut the lights off when you leave, please?"

"Of course." Bucciarati nodded and walked to the door. His hand came up to flick the light switch but noticed something in the small laundry bin that was in the room. Looking in your direction, he could see you were facing away from him. Curious, he peered in and saw a matching lingerie set; laced black and red.

Don't forget to wear this, I know you'll look absolutely delicious in it. The letter had said.

"Bruno?" You said with a yawn. "The lights?"

Shaking his head from the thoughts running in his head, Bucciarati shut off your lights and left the room, shutting your door behind him. He made his way back downstairs and into the common room, finding Narancia sitting in front of the TV playing a video game. "Narancia, where is Abbachio?"

Narancia was pretty wrapped up in his game, focused right to the TV and flailing his arms around while pushing buttons on his controller. "He left about a half hour before you and Mista came back. He didn't feel like spending the night here so he went home and put me in charge of watching Y/N."

Bruno stared down at him. "While you were playing video games? How are you supposed to watch her if you're doing that?"

"Eh?" Narancia blinked, realizing he wasn't doing his job. "Oh my god! She could have left!" He quickly stood up and started to run to your room before Bucciarati stopped him.

"Easy, Narancia. She's still up there; she's asleep."

~

Risotto watched the two from the corner of the room. If Bucciarati could only stand still for a moment, he might have a chance to maybe get the letter out of his pocket carefully. He quietly sighed with relief when he heard Abbachio wasn't here. That gave him more time to come with how to get it back.

The easiest way would be to kill him- maybe the others, too. But Risotto knew how much you valued your gang members. They were your friends, and most of all, the only family you had. He knew you wouldn't forgive him if he took it all away from you. But maybe he can do something...

Bucciarati left the common area and went to the kitchen, leaning against the counter as he dwelled over the contents of the letter. If that lingerie was in your laundry bin, then the meet up with whomever you were supposed to meet was to had happen some time in the last 24 hours. The meet up must have been thwarted by your capture by the hit team and you couldn't get to whoever you were dating. Unless...

Risotto grabbed a knife from the knifeblock that was on the counter and thrusted it forward, stabbing Bucciarati in a less vital spot, but enough to bring him to his knees. Using Metallica, he took Bucciarati's iron from his blood to make him collapse in a heap put him in quick unconscious state. This act made Riostto lose his invisibility, his Stand growing tired as he stood over your leader. Stuffing his hand in the jacket, Risotto pulled out the letter and sprang to the door.

Giorno ran into the kitchen upon hearing a thud from the other room and saw Bucciarati laying on the floor in a pool of blood. With no hesitation, he used his Stand to heal him. "Gold Experience!" While his Stand did the work, Giorno looked up to see a glimpse of Bucciarati's attacker and locked eyes with the evil that was Risotto before he was completely gone from sight. "Mista! Narancia! Trish! Quick, Bucciarati has been attacked!"

The three ran in as quick as they could and stood shocked as Bucciarati lay on the floor; Gold Experience tending to his wound. "What happened?!" Giorno informed them that he heard something from the kitchen and found Bucciarati bleeding.

Bucciarati regained consciousness and heard Giorno's report. "T-They must be after Y/N... For when she e-escaped from them..." He stood up with shakey legs. "We have to eliminate them before they can eliminate her. Trish, make sure Y/N stays here. Giorno, Narancia and I will go in the direction Risotto went in and look for him. Mista, you go get Abbachio and meet up with us; we'll need everyone." With this new issue, Bucciarati forgot about the letter, not even checking his pocket. If they were coming after you, then his main objective was to keep you safe.

---

You woke with a disturbing feeling and sat up. The room was still covered in a little darkness as the twilight of morning peeked in through the window. Getting up, you made your way downstairs and to the kitchen, you froze when you saw the drying blood on the floor. Wh-What...

"Y/N," Trish squeeked behind you. "Please go back to your room. Its very dangerous right now. Bucciarati was attacked a couple hours ago by La Squadra's leader. They must be mad that you escaped and he came here to retrieve you."

Risotto did this? You couldn't really believe it. The kidnapping was a hoax so the two of you could be together; he wouldn't attack your friends without reason...would he?

"Bucciarati and the others have been out looking for him. They want to find him before he alerts his team and start a bigger fight."

This can't happen. You didn't want anyone to get hurt. You had to stop this somehow. "Trish, which way did they go?" You asked as you pulled your shoes on.

"What? No, Y/N, you have to stay here! Its Bucciarati's orders!" Trish stood in front of you, Spice Girl appearing beside her, ready to stop you.

You didn't have time for this, nor did you want to hurt your friend, but you couldn't just sit back and have them kill each other. Faster at using your Stand, you trapped Trish before she could stop you, just putting her under so she couldn't stop you from leaving the safe house. "I'm sorry, Trish."

You weren't sure which way to go, but something told you to head in the direction of La Squadra's base. The streets were bare, civilians at home and asleep while you ran. Approaching the fountain where Risotto parted ways with you the morning before, you saw them; full on in battle with the other. Your gang versus Risotto's. Team members against team members. Leader fighting leader. You stood there and watched them, unsure what to do.

On one side, was Bucciarati, who gave you a home when you were abandoned by your family. The other side was Risotto, who you unexpectedly found companionship with.

You loved them both, but in two very different ways. "Bruno... Nero..." With a shout, you rushed forward into the fray between the two capos and activated your Stand.

You could only use it on one person...so who did you choose?