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Joining The Superfriends - 11

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Kara had so many plans, some to do with kicking her friends in gear so they are more present to support Lena, some to do with taking Lena out on a date and some to do with figuring out what steps they need to take now that they know what Lex did.

She doesn’t get that far though, as much as she tried because she was called into The Tower in the middle of the night because of an emergency, and not just her but everyone.

Kara does have to admit though, walking into The Tower and seeing how cute Lena is in her sweatpants with her hair up in a messy bun and her eyes droopy from fatigue, it kind of makes up for it.

“Hey, guys, what’s going on?” Kara asks as she swoops in via the balcony, cape flicking up behind her as she lands, settling down to swing against her ankles as she walks down the stairs to the group, each wooden step creaking under her feet.

She reaches the bottom and lands among the small group of her friends, all gathered around a laptop, Lena’s hands resting on the keyboard.

“Take a look at this.” Lena answers, eyes fixed on the screen. “All of the bugs have been restarted and they are all gathering in a one-point-seven-mile radius of The Tower.”

“What?” Kara pushes her way through the others, none of them making any attempt to move out of the way so she can look, too busy gorming at the screen themselves, watching as thousands of little, tiny dots all zone in on the area, clumping together and doing exactly what Lena said.

They are forming a perfect circle, evenly spread and filling out any gaps with more bugs as they fall into the radius.

“I think that Lex managed to track where I shut them down from. It’s technically possible but very unlikely, unless…” Lena stops and clicks off of the screen, rapidly typing away on her computer and accessing the satellite that Lex is using to control the robot pests. “He tracked where the bug didn’t get me, he could see where the Luthor DNA sensor picked up that it was on me but can only get a basic area, not pinpoint it, that’s why they aren’t currently on top of us.”

“But they will be soon, they are covering the area and will probably be sweeping the streets until the sensors pick you up again. We need to prevent that to keep the location of The Tower safe.” J’onn takes over.

Lena half turns in her chair to see what the others are thinking and in doing so she makes eye contact with Kara. Their eyes pin on each other’s for a brief moment before Kara talks. “I’ll fly her out of here.”

J’onn thinks for a moment, crossing his arms and keeping his stance wide. It’s oddly intimidating in a papa bear kind of way. “That might be best.”

Kara offers a hand to Lena, intent on helping her up but she’s cut off by a rough vibrating sound, almost like a soft buzzing and it’s close. It hits her before everyone else but there’s not much time in between.

They all look up to try and find the source of the noise grating on their nerves. It’s not at all difficult to see what’s causing it either because one look towards the balcony presents them with the terrifying view of a swarm of the little things entering into The Tower, filing in and beginning their search.

“Nia, shield Lena!” Alex calls out, quick on her feet.

Apparently, telling Nia to shield Lena now means shield Lena and yourself. She isn’t really in the mood to get crawled on by a load of bugs herself, especially if they jab her the same way they did before, that didn’t feel too good.

By the time they get within arm’s reach of them, Nia has a bubble of dream energy around herself and Lena and they are huddled close while watching through the blue stream of energy as the others begin to fight off the horrible little creatures.

For the most part, they are just hiding behind Kara though since her freeze breath is doing a wonderful job of blowing the suckers away and it’s actually very satisfying to see them being shot across the room.

“J’onn, Brainy, we’re going to fly out of here, everybody find someone to hold onto. I’m going to clear us a path.” Kara yells out between breaths, immediately feeling hands wrap around her shoulders, someone ready to be lifted up.

She hovers up a few inches and is greeted with a sharp gasp in her ear, giving away Kelly’s identity. Taking a deep breath, she gives out a harsh gust of frozen air, pushing the bugs back more, taking another breath and going again as soon as she feels the overwhelming need to breathe, forming a path for the others to fly out of there.

She keeps close to the others, seeing J’onn with Alex under one arm and Lena under his other one, looking absolutely terrified and clinging to her laptop, unwilling to leave it behind even when she’s being airlifted to safety by a Martian.

Brainy has Nia, holding her bridal style and deftly zooming around to dodge any bugs, calculating where they are going to fly to next so he can strategically avoid them, keeping Nia as safe as he can in the process.

“Hold on, Kelly!” Kara calls behind her. She feels Kelly’s arms tighten and her knees push into her waist, clinging onto her like a koala. Feeling as though she’s secure around her, Kara lets out on final massive gust and uses her superspeed to rush out of The Tower completely, pushing onto Brainy and J’onn’s back to speed them out of there too until they are floating above The Tower completely, looking down at the balcony that’s now completely covered in the shiny little robots.

“That’s insane.” Kelly breathes into her ear.

“I know, right?” Kara replies.

Checking on the others, they all seem alright, none of them have any visible visitors on them at least but there is one problem: Lena is visibly panicking, practically trying to climb J’onn and clinging to him, eyes closed and her breathing laboured.

J’onn looks lost, completely unsure of how to deal with it so Kara flies over, “Lena, hey Lena, look at me, you’re alright.” She touches her shoulder, trying to steady her but ends up with her arms full of Lena Kieran, the woman burying her head into the crook of her neck, her arms entwining with Kelly’s, who is still holding onto her back.

“Um, Lena?” Kara tries again but when she feels tears on her neck and Lena’s arms rearrange, swinging the laptop to hit her over the head by accident, she just gives up, tightening her hold and calling out to the others. “Head for my place! We should be out of the radius there!”

Brainy and J’onn take off, J’onn moving a little quicker, probably because he really isn’t fond of Lena climbing up him like a cat climbing up a cat tree and based on the way Kara got a whack to the head, she’s sure that J’onn probably got one too, maybe even Alex, but then again, if Alex got hit, Lena probably would have been hit back.

It seems that having Kelly on her back is a good thing though because, through the wind whistling in her ears, she can hear her murmuring calming techniques at Lena over her shoulder and can see the way their hands are twisted together on her shoulder, clutching each other in a tight enough grip that their knuckles have paled.

She can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy even though she rationally knows that it’s ridiculous, this is Lena, who she agreed to date, and her sister’s wife with whom she shares a child, Kara’s own niece. This is not the time to be jealous, especially when she’s the one that Lena is burying her head into and she’s the one with Lena in her arms.

“Almost there!” She says tracking the familiar streets below her that lead to her apartment building, letting the women clinging to her know that they are almost back to solid ground.

By the time they get there, having flown a bit slower for Lena’s sake, Alex has used her key to let herself, J’onn, Brainy and Nia in. It’s Kara’s best guess that they probably landed in the alley behind the building and used the stairs, something that she won’t have to do since one of them has been nice enough as to leave a window open for her, one that she definitely closed before she left this morning.

She tries not to use her windows as exits in the off chance she ever gets seen leaving through them and her identity being exposed, something she hadn’t thought about until she causally mentioned it to Lena when she was helping her build her furniture a few weeks ago. Today is an exception though because this is not your average kind of day.

Kara glides in through the window, lowering down gently and letting Kelly step away after wrangling her fingers from Lena’s tight grip. “Hey, we’re here. It’s safe to come down now.” Kara speaks softly into Lena’s ear, very slowly bringing her legs down from over her arm and letting her feet come into contact with the floorboards until she’s settled back on her own two feet, Lena’s arm still slung around her shoulder to keep herself steady.

Her breathing is still laboured, a little bit too quick and a little bit too shallow but overall, improving. She comes back to her senses after a minute or two, the rest of the team giving her and Kara some space, letting them stand over by the window opposite the kitchenette while they go and take up residence on the couch.

Kara moves them so that she’s between Lena and the rest of the group, blocking their view of her and shielding her from their gaze. “Lena, are you alright? Try and slow your breathing.”

Lena takes an audible deep breath, keeping her eyes low, too embarrassed to look Kara in the eyes. “Sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, I mean it. We all get scared sometimes.” Kara runs her hands up Lena’s arms from her elbows to her shoulders, trying to comfort her. “Do you want to go into my bedroom, there’s a curtain for privacy, you can calm down a little more in there?”

Lena nods, just barely but it’s there, so Kara leads her there, pointing out her bathroom so Lena can wash her face if she needs to before leaving her perched on the edge of her unmade bed, giving her a moment alone.

If it wasn’t for the fact that it’s past three in the morning and she left in a rush, she would be embarrassed about Lena seeing her bedroom a mess, especially since her pyjamas are still lying on the floor from where she stripped them off in favour of her Super suit.

She drags the curtain closed behind her, heading for her kitchen to grab Lena a glass of water and a candy bar, that always helps her after a panic attack and Lena seemed pretty damn close to having one of her own when they were flying.

Kara makes awkward eye contact with Nia, who mouths to her “is she ok?” She nods back, not entirely sure but hoping that she’ll be calmer in a minute, already half the way there.

Slipping behind the curtain, Lena is nowhere in sight but there’s a tap running in the bathroom, giving away her location so Kara just stands and waits for Lena to come back out, dropping the glass and snack onto her nightstand so she can tidy up her bed and toss her pyjamas over her clothes rail out of the way.

“Hey, don’t hide those, they’re cute.” Lena makes Kara jump, laughing a little at Kara being caught red-handed with ducky PJs.

“I wouldn’t dare, I just didn’t want to leave them on the floor, they deserve better than that.” Kara smiles, picking up the glass and candy bar to hand over. “Here, these should help make you feel better.”

Lena ignores the water, going straight for the candy bar, unwrapping it and taking a huge bite, chewing a couple of times before talking with her mouth full. “Do you have anything stronger?”

“You sound like Alex.”

“There’s no need for insults.” Lena smiles, taking the water when she finishes her bite.

Kara rolls her eyes before tilting her head. “Do you feel better now?”

“Much, I probably should have mentioned that I have a phobia of heights before being lifted into the sky, right?”

“Maybe but I never mentioned telling you how unbearably claustrophobic I am so I guess we’re even, you’ll just have to keep your fantasies of seven minutes in heaven to yourself, I cannot help you with those.”

Lena snickers at her, taking more bites to hide her smile. “Shame” she murmurs out, cheeks puffing out like a little hamster.

“Come on, let’s go join the merry band of idiots before they break something since they are unsupervised in there.” Kara declares, her face overtaken with a pained look when she hears something clatter from the other room.

Lena’s eyes go wide. “Good idea.”

They rush to pull back the curtain, tripping over each other to get into the living room to see what mess there is for them to find but luckily, the only thing amiss is Nia and Alex clinging onto opposite sides of the TV remote.

“What are you two doing?” Kara asks, her voice sounding way too scandalized for what’s going on in front of her.

Nia lets go of the remote suddenly enough that Alex falls back into the arm of the couch with an “oomph.”

“Children…There are children in my apartment.” Kara facepalms, heading over to the one empty chair left and hesitating before actually sitting down, offering the seat to Lena, who takes it with a grateful smile, shuffling over to one side as much as possible before pulling Kara down to squish in next to her.

Lena keeps her face completely neutral, acting as though she isn’t crammed into a chair meant for one person with Kara and that she didn’t have a meltdown on the way over here. “So, we need to decide what to do next.”

“Good idea. Kelly, do you have Lena’s laptop?” Kara asks although she already knows the answer having seen her take it from Lena when they arrived.

Kelly just passes it over from where she had set it down on the coffee table and Lena takes it from her, opening it up and checking to see what’s going on. “From the look of it, they are still spread evenly over the radius so-“ Her eyes grow wide and her lips part as she follows what’s happening on the screen.

Kara, unnerved by the way she suddenly cut off from what she was saying, peeks over her shoulder to see what’s going on and she’s not entirely sure what she’s looking at other than the fact that all of the little, tiny dots are disappearing. “Wait, what?”

“They are all shutting down, or at least becoming untraceable,” Lena speaks over the top of her laptop, keenly aware of every set of eyes in the room staring at her.

Brainy stands, making his way over to her side and crouching down to look at the screen with her. “If they were being cloaked or shut down they would all go at once, these aren’t, they are going in waves meaning that they are being destroyed.”

“How? Even my freeze breath wasn’t destroying them, they were just being knocked out of the way.”

“I would quite like to know the answer to that as well.” J’onn sits back in one of Kara’s other chairs, arms folded.

Using her super hearing to try and pick up on what’s happening, the sound of buzzing has completely disappeared, or drowned out by the mass amount of sirens now echoing around the city, all headed for one place, a one-point-seven-mile radius. “Turn on the TV now, something’s happening.”

Alex scrambles for the remote, pressing the red power button with a sharp finger and staring impatiently at the screen while it takes a few seconds to kick in. She presses on the news channel, and they are greeted by an awful scene: A reporter standing in front of a random building, one a couple of blocks away from The Tower, it is burning away while firefighters try and put out the blaze.

The shot pans back though and it gets worse, the entire row of buildings is on fire. They are too concentrated on the scene that they take a second to listen to what the reporter is saying.

“Fire officials have yet to determine what has caused the mass amount of fires suddenly taking over the area but firefighters are doing their best to stop the spread and minimize fatalities. Dozens are injured and while nothing has been confirmed, there are suspected deaths.”

“Oh, Rao.” Kara panics. “I have to go and help.” J’onn and Brainy stand up at her words, following her lead. “Us three will go, you guys stay here and keep Lena safe and maybe get some rest if you’re not too wired, it is very early and something tells me that it’s going to be a long couple of days.”

Nobody questions her, but Lena does grasp her wrist just as she’s stepping towards the window, having no qualms about using it as a door tonight. “Kara, please be safe.”

“I’ll do my best.”

Lena releases her wrist and watches her go. “Thank you.”

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walker33961 · 11 months

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SIMON "GHOST" RILEY" -TF-141,SHADOW CO.

STRIKE

AL-MAZRAH, U. R. A

15 JULY, 2022 1600

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Graves :

Gold Eagle Actual, Shadow -1 is weapons hot.

.....We're burning daylight here...

Shepherd :

Copy, Graves. Stand by.

.....Laswell, do we have confirmation?

Laswell :

Watcher - 1 to Bravo 0-7 , you in position?

Ghost :

Nearly there.

Lavender what's your visual?

Lavender :

Got a heli incoming.

Laswell :

That's General Ghorbrani

Shepherd :

Right on time.

..... Now let's see what he's up to in the middle o' nowhere

Ghost :

I'm eyes on.

Lavender :

Vision all clear

Laswell :

What do you see?

*Ghost takes out his normal binocular , Lavender pulls down her thermal binoculars and checks over , giving intel*

Ghost :

Armed personnel..

Lavender :

Armour and hardware..

Ghost & Lavender :

All Russian.

Shepherd :

What the hell are the Russians doin' with Ghorbrani?

Laswell :

Supplying Iran . It's an arms deal.

Shepherd :

You copying this, Shadow - 1?

Graves :

Affirmative - two birds one stone...

Laswell :

We need positive ID on Ghorbrani before we kick this off, boys.

Shepherd :

Lavender , can you identify the General?

Lavender :

Armed escorts around VIP.

Russians are very happy to see him Actual.

Shepherd :

It'll be the last time they do...

Lavender :

That's for sure , Actual.

Ghost :

Visual on General Ghorbrani.

Laswell :

Copy.

All stations - target confirmed.

Shepherd :

Shadow-1- You are cleared hot for launch.

Graves :

Roger that, Actual.

...... Ghost, Lavender..your danger close to the zone. This arrow's gonna pack a punch.

Lavender :

Copy.

Ghost :

Copy. Approved.

..... Send it.

Graves :

All stations , Shadow -1 Missile is ready for immediate delivery , standby for launch

Coordinates in...

Target designated...

Two...

One...

Shot out.

Missile is loose.

.......

Link is good, target acquired.

This will take some manual guidance to hold her.

.. Missile bearing northeast at 0-6-5 degrees at Mach 3 ... Altitude 500 meters.

Shepherd :

You're right in the pocket, stay with it.

Graves :

Check, comin' in hot...

... Brace for impact...

Time to target in 5 seconds.

Termination 3..2..1.

Ghost :

Direct... Target destroyed.

Lavender :

A big boom for sure.

*Fist bumps with Ghost.

....................................

- Both Simon and Lavender didn't go to their house. They go there less since there's no one to welcome them, once in a month they visit...just to memories how the home was, how it used to be when everything was alright.

They made the base their home , living in the same room, it was small but enough, had 2 separate beds bcz both move a lot in sleep.

One night...

Simon :

*sees y/n sleeping like a baby in ther bed......

Her hair was all messy, fell on the bed right after stepping into the room, didn't even open her tactical vest, all tired and a bit messed up with the smell of gunpowder and soil.

He goes close to her, Sees her beautiful face... His worries pain got lifted all in seconds, He sees their mom's face in her..

Yn's smile, soil brown eyes, little freckles around her nose area, long hair , heaven glow skin which got tiny scars bcz of wars and missions.. Symbolises that she's strong like his brother and her kindness and sweetness towards all reflects their Mom's positivity & her love, care for all , an enemy can turn good by her voice, a dead might come to alive , the smell she always carried was "Lavenders".. It was their Mom's favorite and even Joseph liked them a lot...

The reason behind of her callsign "Lavender"

But why no home ? Why less beautiful memories? Their story can make the most happiest person in this world have sleepless nights..

Simon's father was really - really abusive and tortured both mercilessly, and didn't want to accept Y/n when she was born...

Their Dad brought fear to them every second, once he took both to a concert, killed a hooker, and told Simon & Y/n to look at the dead and laugh... Their mom always tried to save them from his torture...

Both of their life was changed a bit more in extreme.

Simon's changed even more after the "Manuel Roba" mission ...Mexico...

The mission turned totally upside down...

Simon unexpectedly got caught by one of the Roba's men.. The guy was wearing a ghost mask..torturing him ...* He was Roba actually*

Simon was even buried alive with his dead fellow soldier, He escaped from it but the trauma always stayed...

That's when he started to see ghost faces everywhere... Facing traumas even more

Roba got to know his existence, got his soldier to follow him, and kill when the chance is at hand...

But instead, the guy killed all of his family members after knowing his location in Manchester - United Kingdom..

Dad, Brother and his wife, even the poor little soul..Y/n & Simon's beloved only nephew Joseph.....Their blood.. Spilling out ... Some dried, some fresh..

All that was left of Simon was a ghost after this. But the moment also changes y/n's life. She also turned Ghost after this... But the Lavender in her didn't let her turn all ghost...

Time stopped when he saw his little sister ..y/n..trembling, walking up to him in slow but steady steps....lavenders on her hand & the little teddy bear of Joseph's, hair messed up as if she tried her best to hide and run over to be safe, she was successful...

fell on her knees, down in front of the bodies and Simon...

She rolled front their Mom's body , unlocking the lavender locket from her neck and tied it in her jackets zipper...

Getting up ,

All she said was " Kill that bastardized Soldier" before she fainted..

He took her in his arms,set fire to the house..leaving his dog tags & y?n's earrings behind ..to show that they also got burned by the fire..

Ran away far away to be safe from them,..to keep her safe. He took care of her and brought her back to her senses in an unknown spot...

He promised himself to keep her safe till his last breath..

Later he signed at Task Force 141, Under Shepherd and Price.....

Y/n was treated with care and love to be fine again with strength... in the base.

She grew up with the trauma alone...but the members of 141 of her age at that time helped her to improve her mental state,

Except for Simon.... He was never able to get up from it...

Since Y/n never got the love of a father and the way Price took care of her and even cried while she was in a simple fever... She started calling Price "Dad"...

Price felt bit more alive... He got a reason to live...

A daughter..

......

Memories were playing in his mind, he came in his sense after y/n woke up all of a sudden and hissed in pain on her hand...

Simon :

What happened my little butterfly?

Where is it hurting?

*Ghost using sweet nickname ? ... Well, That's Simon for y/n , also for the girl he loves a lot, Charlotte "Jade" Le Jardin... Calls her "Lottie" The only girl who was equal a bit to his strength and loved him as both Ghost .. & Simon*

Y/n :

Ah it's not that serious Brother .

Just a little *ahuh* ...

The painkillers will help ..

Simon :

We both had nothing to take medicines remember... Just water won't help.

Y/n :

Let me go make somethi....

Simon :

Sit down, Miss Bossy Riley.. I'm managing something..

.....

*Simon comes back after making a meal*

- He made that just like their mum used to make when they were sick or hurt...well, comfort food as it's called, also brought some other important meds from Jade alongside painkillers...Luckily she was awake at that time...

She always kept a good stock knowing that her love and his little sweet sister might need it...Charlotte is loved by y/n a lot, she adores y/n like her own sister too.

After all.. Y/n's brother Simon's Wife she'll be.....

*cought * cough*

..........

Y/n :

Always taking the load brother...?!

Simon :

It's nothin' much Y/n'iee ..

*pats on her head, muffled her hair gently*

Y/n :

*hugs Simon*

- You're carrying my freak childish ass since I was born, you do so many things for me... Cooked even after getting shot in the arm..you do this all the time when I'm just in a light fever, brushing my hair while I'm injured, saving my life from all threats.. A lot more

I love you always brother . Your the sweetest best big brother a sister can ask for. I'm lucky to have you as my own blood Big brother...

*y/n feels tears on her shoulder*

Simon :

- Your my everything, can't imagine a life without you my little Lavender ..

* y/n pats his shoulder ..feeds him the food with her hand, since he's shot in the right hand and arm, can only work with Rifel with the left... Doesn't feel good using the left hand for eating*

Y/n almost forgot that she was hungry too...

After all, Her brother comes first over everything*

[ Writer's note -

As I said.. A dead might also come alive by her nature and words .. Simon's a "Ghost" .. But for Y/n...his her big sweet Brother Simo.... Simon Riley......& Beanpole for Jade * **]

◌SEVERAL MONTHS LATER◌

Shepherd :

Come in.

Laswell.

Laswell :

General Shepherd..

Shepherd :

Boy, I know that look. Are we at war ?

Laswell :

You would be the first to know, sir.

Shepherd :

Damn right I would...Talk to me.

*turns on and swipes in her tab to show intel over Hassan*

Laswell :

We have a hit on Ghorbrani's second - in - command.

Shepherd :

Hassan Zyani. Quds Force Major...

Laswell :

He's taken up the mantle for Iran.

Shepherd :

Supplying Terrorists.

Laswell :

Money, weapons, intel.

Shepherd :

Well, he's ambitious.

Laswell :

He's dangerous, sir. He wants retaliation for the Ghorbrani strike.

.....He's planning something...

Shepherd :

We can't take him in Iran.

*Laswell swipes the screen*

Laswell :

He's not in Iran, sir...

He's on the ground in Al Mazrah.

Shepherd :

What the hell is he doing in Al Mazrah?

Laswell :

There's only one way to find out, sir.

Shepherd :

Well, Let's get him.

Laswell :

When?

Shepherd :

What time is it now?

Laswell :

Who do we send?

◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎

Shepherd :

wheels - up in 5

Ghost :

Roger.

Shepherd :

Marines are loading in now.

You, Lavender and the Sergeant are leading the way on this?

Ghost :

The Sergeant?

Shepherd :

Soap MacTavish.

*Soap gets down from the back of the big jeep with others, comes to Ghost & Lavender*

Soap :

Let's get ourselves a win, yeah, Lt.?

*exciting action filled smirk over Ghost, punches over his chest lightly*

...Save ya a seat, sir.

Ghost :

Fucking hell...

- When soap turned back to look at y/n..Soap notices a skull & a lavender charm on the edge side of her tactical vest...Doesn't know that she's his best mate L.T.'s younger sister.

Well, He saw her for the first time in base , joined after 5 year long mission which was in UAE . He had no gap in between to be back.. So he stayed there for straight years..

& , that time Lavender was out to duty with König and Horangi & Alex in Scotland - Russia - Spain to prevent invade of a drug Lord.. It was a 4 year long but 2 Or 1 month gap in between..

It was their first meet after getting back to their home - main base.

Soap's an extremely extroverted bomb blastic person who can bring laughter to cool down nerves..sometimes blabbers Scottish which can't be understood that much.. only Simon gets the vibe of his words...bff goals for sure.....

He's Respected and feared by all...

Same for y/n, her death stare made enemies piss in their pants... Just like her Brother's stare..

But had less courage to ask Lav about anything... He doesn't know why..

Something inside his heart sparked the moment He noticed her..

Her hair locks swinging with the hot air, face paint stroked, scars visible even in the low light around the base .. Proving that she'd been fighting the good fight for a very long time. Her smile made him fall for her on the spot..he gave out his heart...

Finally he's getting to feel the air of love , it was a love at first sight....

Well, Keeping in mind to be careful with her....

Y/n :

Looks like one crazy man , *giggling*

Ghost :

*smiles under the mask*

Shepherd :

Lavender , Ghost - You copy?

Ghost :

Yes sir.

Shepherd :

..Any issues?

Ghost & Lavender :

Negative Sir.

Ghost :

Out here

...・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・....

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righthandarm-man · 2 years

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no honey, its not homophobia to be against gentrification

I was being sarcastic when I wrote these tags, and honestly, I probably should've used a tone signifier, but eh...that's why I put it in the tags 🤷

But I actually do want to address your point here, because gentrification is a complicated topic. A lot of experts tend to disagree on what it is and how prevalent it is, allowing for bad faith actors to swoop in and use the term underhandedly, shutting down a lot of good urban policy proposals in the process.

So let's do this in context. The original tweet was about a hypothetical gay couple from out of state, opening up a shitty, overpriced taco restaurant that no one asked for.

(Solid burn. 10/10 tweet, and I mean that sincerely)

So, it's implied that by doing this, the couple are making the community less affordable and more dangerous for the rest of its residents, especially for black and brown residents.

There’s certainly a kernel of truth to this. The presence of white, college-educated professionals can certainly drive up property values and displace lower-income residents. And for the residents who aren’t displaced, it can still be a jarring and dehumanizing experience, as Vox policy reporter Jerusalem Demsas so eloquently states.

Even if you’re able to stay in your neighborhood and your home, watching store after store pop up that doesn’t serve your community or isn’t available to you at your income level can be deeply alienating. It’s no wonder that people who have faced centuries of disinvestment grow angry as public and private money flows into their neighborhoods only after high-income, college-educated people choose to move there.

But here’s the thing. This hypothetical, taco ruining, gay couple are not the core issue here. Young professionals making 3k a month and paying half that in rent, are not the real problem. Bike lanes and rail extensions and ugly block shaped apartments and all the other aesthetic trappings of gentrification are not the reason why cities aren’t affordable.

The core issue is not gentrification, it’s segregation.

While there are very real harms that accompany gentrification, it’s important not to lose the forest for the trees. Gentrifying neighborhoods are “very tiny pieces of the story,” says UC Berkeley professor of city and regional planning Karen Chapple, who leads the school’s Urban Displacement Project (UDP), which has worked to map gentrification in several US cities/

In that very same article, Jerusalem argues that the current housing affordability crisis is largely driven by residents in America’s wealthiest and most exclusive neighborhoods.

Racial and income segregation locks low-income people in a trap of concentrated poverty. The best schools are relegated to the highest-income neighborhoods, good jobs often exist in either exclusive or gentrifying neighborhoods, and businesses are less willing to take root in an area of concentrated poverty because there are fewer customers. All of this is a vicious cycle that traps low-income Americans. It also hinders their ability to foster growth on their own because financial insecurity makes people transient and lacking in time and energy to build community.

Meanwhile, homeowners in well-off neighborhoods have cemented systems of local control through rules like exclusionary zoning to keep their neighborhoods prohibitively expensive for lower-income Americans, including many Black and brown Americans.

Urban NIMBYs will fight tooth and nail to oppose any zoning reform, affordable housing project, or mass transit proposal that could lower their property values, and will happily weaponize gentrification to get what they want.

Moreover, that discourse can be co-opted by people who actually oppose more affordable housing. While many who conflate modern buildings with gentrification operate in good faith, the fusion of the progressive desire to stop displacement and new buildings allows regressive anti-housing activists to use the same message to fight important pro-housing legislation. One clear example of this is Livable California, a group that has repeatedly used the language of anti-gentrification to fight sensible and modest housing-production bills in the state.

“It’s very hard to distinguish in any given situation what is a legitimate opposition to urban development on gentrification grounds,” Jake Anbinder, a PhD candidate in American history at Harvard, told Vox.

TLDR; Gentrification is a legitimate problem that leads to valid grievances, but maybe instead of shitting on gay men for the mere act of existing, maybe try going to your local town hall and pushing for zoning reform, or dedicated bus lanes, or anything that actually makes cities and communities more affordable.

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bihet-dragonize · 2 years

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Doom anon here, bitching about modern controllers & modern joysticks

so about my difficulty readjusting to Doom with joysticks after playing the PlayStation Doom on PC with a mouse in the PsyDoom source port (great source port btw, the best way to play the PlayStation Doom & Final Doom ports imo)...

it didn't help that I was using a new controller because my Switch pro controller's joystick drifts, so I got this GuliKit KingKong 2 Pro or whatever... I have mixed opinions about it

like as a controller it's fine and as a Switch controller it's adequate, it's got gyro and it can wake the console from sleep and it even has NFC, all it's missing is HD rumble

but it's terribly unergonomic and idk why they gave it analog triggers when Switch can't use them (except it also has modes for Xinput, Dinput, and Android, so that's why), and the joysticks use Hall effect sensors so they won't drift (which is great, and its main selling point) but they're a little loose like on a controller that's been used for a decade, and I hate the face buttons and I'm not a fan of the shoulder buttons and the rumble is bad when playing on Switch (not on PC though, which makes me think it's an HD rumble mismatch since it's read as a pro controller by the Switch) and there's not an app for it so any configuration happens with button combos

it'd be a decent controller, but not at a $70 price tag. it's insane that it's $70, but I think they're exploiting the fact that the Switch pro controller is a $70 "premium" hunk of junk with the same type of cheap garbage potentiometers every modern joystick has been using, and people are more aware of joystick drift on Switch so even though the same cheap potentiometers are in the PS5 and Xbox Series controllers they bank on the higher profile Switch failures to sell this

8bitdo is doing the same thing now. they're copying off GuliKit to put Hall effect sensors in a controller for Switch to charge $70 with the promise that it won't drift -- "would you rather pay $70 for a drifting Nintendo controller or $70 for non-drifting?" is essentially the tactic. and it's so scummy. hilariously transparent too, since the new 8bitdo has 3 versions and only the Switch version is $70 and only it has Hall effect sensors, so it's pretty blatant why that is

obviously GuliKit weren't the first to use Hall effect sensors for joysticks, Sega did it back in the 90s, but no one else had done it since. and I'm sorry but Hall effect sensors aren't that terribly expensive to implement, they're charging more just because they can and they know people fed up with cheap potentiometers will cough up the dough

it's ridiculous. it's not even that potentiometers are inherently this terrible (though all will inevitably fail eventually and sooner than alternatives would since they're mechanical), it's that the ones being used are complete junk in an effort to shave off a tiny bit of cost per unit to increase profits. for them to then take decades old technology and pass it off as new and charge a premium is disgusting

that's not even getting into the fact that the way these Hall effect sensors are implemented is bad and stupid, if you look at a teardown of the GuliKit I bought and compare that to a teardown of the Dreamcast controller you can see how much worse the GuliKit design is

and, the GuliKit one still drifts! it's not the same type or extent of drift, but without a pretty sizeable and foolishly implemented deadzone active, the joysticks on the GuliKit controller don't go back to center, they drift like crazy in a very small area around the center. it's not always noticeable all the time in-game but in testing it is, and I wouldn't mind the dead zone except that instead of recalculating the values so that you keep a full range of input to be read by the console, all the lowest values are simply completely discarded, which depending on the game is quite noticeable actually and can be seen in testing apps and on the Switch's joystick calibration menu – the cursor will jump from the center to further away, which pro controller and joy-con won't

also, Switch pro controller has roughly circular input, but in Switch mode the GuliKit controller has pretty square input. people argue about circularity being super important, but frankly some older games that expect square input are near unplayable with circular input, whereas square input is just more of an inconvenience when a circular input range is expected. still, for Switch specifically, it should be circular – they fixed this for other modes with firmware updates, but not for the Switch mode. very strange

the 8bitdo one coming out will probably be better in some ways, but it's not gonna have NFC, and it's not gonna wake the Switch, and I despise the godawful D-pad people praise 8bitdo for, and the gyro is terrible in their $50 controller I got, and the software app for them is missing tons of features that were standard for cheap $20 controllers you could get 15 years ago…

anyway none of that relates to Doom but I am just incredibly frustrated with all these big companies making awful controllers and awful joysticks. I literally never had any drift until getting a Switch, and the joy-con and pro controller started drifting inside of 2 years. the springs in old controllers I own became super loose, but they still don't drift. New 3DS (unpopular opinion maybe but once I got used to it that circle pad became my favorite analog joystick), Wii U gamepad, Wii U pro controller, Wii nunchuk, Wii classic controller, GameCube controller, MadCatz GameCube controller that's gross and falling apart, N64 controller with a joystick so loose you can't use it, PS1 controller, cheap Logitech PC gamepad that was 20 bucks 15 years ago, nothing I owned drifted -- maybe other parts failed for other reasons (the flimsy plastic cap on my 3DS busted and I tore it off), but joysticks never drifted on me

speaking of N64, that wasn't a potentiometer or a Hall effect sensor, it was an optical sensor, which if you implemented it correctly would be a better idea than Hall effect sensors imo. but the N64 stick has other problems unrelated to the sensor

one last thing though, okay? so let's say for whatever reason, it's too hard to do optical sensors or Hall effect sensors, even though they had both for joysticks in the 1990s and those weren't expensive. okay I'll accept this false premise, it's too hard or it's too expensive, and also consumers shouldn't complain because everything will fail eventually (I have seen sooo many galaxy brained gaming youtubers say this). okay, so then why the fuck aren't joysticks all modular and easy to replace, with parts easy to buy? if you know it will fail, why is it not a priority to make it more replaceable for the consumer?

any child could disassemble and replace an N64 joystick easily enough, I know because I took apart my controller as a kid to try to figure out why the stick got so loose -- the N64 joystick's sensor wouldn't fail, but the other parts were still junk

you didn't need a special obscure screwdriver, you didn't need to worry about stripping cheap fragile screws designed to discourage user repair, and you didn't have to desolder anything either. the same was true of the Dreamcast controller, in fact its joystick is even easier to replace (but you'd probably never need to do it)

instead we now have in the Switch pro controller screws that strip incredibly easily and joysticks soldered to the board that you can't replace without desoldering them and then soldering the new one back on, so that you either have to send it for repairs (which they won't do if you tried to repair it yourself!) or buy an entire new $70 controller because the absolute cheapest part that would be incredibly easy to replace has failed through normal usage because the company that makes it has not made it to last long at all. that isn't the fault of the manufacturer of the potentiometers, it lasts as long as they say it will, it's the controller manufacturers making it intentionally difficult to replace who are to blame. at least there's no soldering to replace the joy-con joysticks, but it's still a royal pain and way harder than it needs to be tbh

but, you know... "capitalism breeds innovation!" that's why we went from the optical sensors and Hall effect sensors of the 1990s to the absolute cheapest junk sensors we could, only to come back to old technology decades later to market it as new and exciting and charge a premium for it

the only thing capitalism innovates is new ways of exploiting people, because that is its only goal, accumulate wealth by every means available to you. when your ideology values money above all else, it obviously isn't going to care about anything but money. why use a better technology when you could use a cheaper one? why make repairs easy when you can charge people for it instead?

anyway, sorry to make it political, but like... it literally objectively is a result of capitalism

also this is extremely tame compared to a lot of the atrocities done by capitalist ideology, in comparison to those things the joysticks don't matter even a little bit, but I can care about things big and small simultaneously, it isn't like it's mutually exclusive or anything

No you're 100% right to be annoyed about this. Especially when you KNOW that capitalism is ruining something you enjoy, but you alone can't do much to stop it. And yeah capitalism just recycles old shit while encouraging planned obsolescence. It happens with basically all technology nowadays (I see it with cellphones a lot cuz I like watching cellphone repair videos), so it's no surprise that it would be happening with Switch "Pro" controllers. And yeah companies fuck8ng HATE the idea of the consumer being able to repair their own products cuz then they can't suck people dry of all their money indefinitely. It's absolutely fucked and it doesn't matter if it's "insignificant" in the grand scheme of Fucked Up Shit Caused By Capitalism. It's another example of how -no matter big or small- capitalism will ruin everything.

#my answers #Kia's answers #and wrt cellphones an planned obsolescence that's why I don't genuinely subscribe to the brand wars people have over phones #cuz ALL of them fucking suck

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Pokemon Yellow Exploration Run Part 1

Hehe. I really wanted to try it, so... here we go. Divided into parts because the grinding parts take up a lot of time and I don’t want to do all that in one sitting.

Here we go again.

So the Yellow Version’s opening shows Pikachu surfing. And if I recall, if you do have Pikachu with Surf, the overworld sprite uses the surfboard Pikachu...

And same for Fly. We shall see... perhaps. Let the experimentations commence!

It’s only fitting, then, that my name is Dr. Red.

And the rival is just some schmuck from the hick-town of Pallet.

... What happens if I just choose to leave immediately instead of picking up the Eevee ball...

Ah. One of the very few times the game stops you from going off of the beaten path.

Subject Alpha is prepared. But the equipment is not. So for now...

... Until all of my stuff is up and ready. Huhuhu...

Grinding away for a Butterfree for the totally-Rock-type-Gym whose first guy doesn’t even have a single Rock type, AND future uses!

Beat Brock, rush to Cerulean, skipping as many trainers as possible, force my way through Nugget Bridge, forget that I used up all Confusion PP while in a fight against a Hiker who has 3 Geodudes, and...

Well. Some things never change. And now Butterfree has fulfilled its mission, which was to Sleep Powder an Abra for Teleport for this glitch abuse.

Beat up Misty by Transforming into her own Starmie, and then fight my way to Vermilion City, and skip Lt. Surge!

And now that I got HM01 from a captain who got seasick on a ship that hadn’t even left the harbor yet, now I get to see the ship leave. And it will never come back. Or so you’re told, anyways. We’ll be back.

Technically there’s a glitch-proof way of getting back here without the ship leaving, which is to throw a fight and lose onboard SS Anne so I get teleported to the Pokemon Center, which then skips the scene where the ship leaves, therefore no one stops you from coming back here. But that’s boring and requires me to throw a fight. So... no.

Now to go to a gambling hall where a kid is apparently allowed in, that’s very clearly operated by the yakuza of this world. It’s even called Rocket Game Corner.

Giovanni. The First Chairman of the Rocket Clan. No dynamic intros or epic boss theme in this 2D not-animated game.

With the Silph Scope here, I can go to the Pokemon Tower, get a Pokeflute, wake up and murder a couple of Snorlax by getting Mew to Body Slam (TM08) them, and rush to Fuchsia City for the Safari Zone. All with only two badges. ... And I realize that without beating Lt. Surge, I don’t get the Thunderbolt TM, which is a huge detriment. AND I don’t get access to Fly, which I do need for Cinnabar Island shenanigans. But that’s a future problem.

So. Enter the Safari Zone. Immediately try to leave twice. Save. Reload. And turn back around to leave and...

The game no longer realizes that I’m already in the Safari Zone. So if I just leave and wander around somewhere, 500 steps later...

I’m stopped by a magical PA system in the middle of nowhere and recalled to the Safari Zone. Leave the building again and...

Welcome to Glitch City. Population: you. It seems that this iteration of Glitch City doesn’t have a lot of exploring room. Sometimes you can go far enough that all you see is water, and if you open up the menu, you’re standing on water. But this time, no. I’m only permitted a tiny area for movement.

Looks like the game’s time maxed out thanks to Glitch City. It was at “9 hours” (thanks to the 10000% boost on the emulator) before going to the city, and now it’s maxed out. ... And of course the max time is 1 minute less than 256 hours. Always 255 in the old games, since that’s the maximum number you can fit in 2 digits of the Hexadecimal system (FF = 255, 100 = 256). That’s why in RGBYGSC, there are 255 Pokemon data slots! But in RGBY there are 151 Pokemon, leaving 104 Missingnos! And in GSC, with 251 Pokemon, there are 4 glitch Pokemon slots. ... I guess 3 slots, since an egg takes up one of them.

And I see that the game tells me which Gym I should be challenging one after the other. I physically can’t access Blaine without Surf... unless I can levitate. ... I will be experimenting that next.

For now, time to enjoy an activity in Glitch City.

Looks like there’s nothing in this iteration. I guess the game used the Cerulean City’s Gym water asset for this spawn. The first time I came to Glitch City, I caught a Tentacruel. Which is why in my actual games, when I RNGed a Tentacruel, the nickname I gave it is GlitchCity.

Well, to get out of this city, all I need is Fly... oh. Well, good thing I still kept Abra for Teleport. Time to Teleport to the last Pokemon Center I’ve been to, realize that I did NOT go to the center in Fuchsia City, and warp back to Lavender Town! ... F*ck. I have to walk all the way back there again.

Next time.

#pokemon yellow

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Vertebral Augmentation for osteoporotic spine fractures

Dr. Swati Bhat

MD & Director (IPSC, South Zone)

Consultant, IPSC Bengaluru

Academic Head, IPSC Varsity and Training Institute

Neuro- Spine Interventional and Pain Specialist

What is osteoporosis?

Osteoporosis is a condition in which the bones become brittle and fragile from loss of tissue, typically as a result of hormonal changes, or deficiency of calcium or vitamin D. Most often it happens as we age.

How does osteoporosis lead to spine compression fractures?

Compression fractures are tiny breakages in the bones in our spine. As we age these bones are more likely to break due to loss of minerals that give strength to the bone. Over time, breaks in the spine bones cause its collapse ,called as compression fracture.

What is the difference between compression fracture of spine and wedge compression ?

Compression fracture is commonly caused by osteoporosis. A compression fracture causes a collapse in the spine bone and typically results in a reduction of vertebral height around up to 20% because of the fracture and can happen in any area of the spine but most commonly occurs in the thoracic spine. A wedge compression is the most common type of fracture which involves the front part of the vertebral spine where the rest of the spine is unaffected as it is considered mechanically stable without causing any spinal cord damage.

Why osteoporotic fractures don’t heal on their own?

Osteoporotic patients differ from normal population as they have poor bone quality due to mineral composition, content, and crystallinity. This could be lack of growth factors, and framework cells, and agents promoting bone formation and bone strength .Due to these reasons fracture healing in osteoporosis becomes a complex process of bone regeneration where healing does not happen the way it happens in normal healthy individuals and fractures may take longer time to heal or may not heal at all.

What is diff b/w vertebroplasty and kyphoplasty and which is safe ?

Vertebroplasty is a procedure where the doctor injects the cement into the cleft or the space created by the fracture. This is achieved by taking several shots under the x-ray guidance called fluoroscope that helps to visualize the extent and spread of the cement with in the spine bone. kyphoplasty is also undertaken to correct the fracture with a technical difference that there is a mesh with in the needle used for cement injection which is targeted towards the fracture and expands as the cement is filled inside

What is the success rate of vertebroplasty ?

Vertebroplasty has more than 90% success rate to relieve pain , which happens almost instantly after the procedure. However it may vary slightly depending on how many fractures are present and factors like presence of other spine conditions. In long standing cases, other areas of the spine also start generating pain. In such cases, pain relief is significant immediately after the procedure but it may take some additional time to relieve the pain of muscles and the joints.

My fracture is an old fracture. Can I still undergo vertebroplasty?

Usually vertebroplasty should be performed with in 1 to 2 months of an acute fracture . However, MRI scans can reveal the condition of an older fracture that needs or may benefit from vertebroplasty.

How long does it take to heal from vertebroplasty and kyphoplasty?

Both vertebroplasty and kyphoplasty can be done percutaneously which means through skin, not requiring any surgical incision, cutting of muscles or bones and causing any blood loss. The patient can walk back home the same day of the procedure. The Interventional pain specialist performing the intervention will brief you on the Do’s and Do Not’s after the procedure in the immediate post procedure days.

What can you not do after vertebroplasty ?

You may be advised to lie down in the bed after the procedure not allowing you to sit upright for 4-5 hrs. Bending or twisting the spine is avoided in the immediate recovery period for few days .Lifting heavier objects is also avoided.

I have a spine metastasis. Can vertebroplasty cure my cancer spread?

Some cancers, such as lung, breast and thyroid cancer, often metastasize to the bones and spine leading to pain and collapse of the bones. In such patients, thermal ablation methods such as radiofrequency, microwave or cryoablation can be applied to the metastasis mass first, then vertebroplasty is performed through the same needle. The pain-reducing effects of both ablation and vertebroplasty may be increased when used together. But vertebroplasty cannot cure or stop the spread of cancer cells which may have its primary cancer source elsewhere.

How Painful is the procedure?

A percutaneous vertebroplasty can be a painful procedure but the procedure is performed under local anesthetic given at the skin deep down upto the bone where the fracture is to be corrected. This makes this extremely painless and safe as the risk of anesthesia is totally avoided.

Is vertebroplasty safe for elderly ?

Yes , it is completely safe for the elderly to undergo vertebroplasty .Elderly patients often have comorbid conditions like diabetes, hypertension, cardiovascular and cognitive problems which may make anesthesia extremely challenging requiring icu stay, prolonged hospitalization and recovery , but all of this can be avoided by doing percutaneous vertebroplasty .

What are the side effects after vertebroplasty?

Cement leak is one of the complications which can be avoided by making proper assessment of the fracture before doing the procedure. This is often done by carefully examining the patient and checking the scans thoroughly , and maintaining caution during the cement injection .Minor complications like bleeding and infection can be avoided in almost all patients by following standard protocols before any intervention major or minor.

Can I go back home after vertebroplasty? Yes after checking your vital stability , you may go back home the same day of the procedure or the morning after.

#spine compression fractures #osteoporosis #Vertebroplasty #Interventional pain specialist #spine metastasis

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The Match - Part 8

Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: You get a preview of what it’s like to be working with Mackenzie.

Warnings: I apologize as there is no smut in here lmfao but there is a stubborn Bucky lols

A/N: The jitters just never go away whenever I post a new part for this ajkcnjasncakjcnakj I find this part boring tbh but uhh things will start picking up again in the next part I promise

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

Bucky decided to push through with his partnership with Wilson Enterprises. It was a big one, so it definitely required the entire team's effort and perseverance. Apparently, this is the company's biggest, most major project yet so this was going to look really good in your resume. It would also provide you with more credibility to further excel in your career.

Except that Bucky actually hired a marketing consultant to take over the entire project as his revenge.

"Any questions? About the project or about Kenzie?" Bucky asked, standing in front of the conference room, next to Mackenzie.

You confidently raised your hand when no one else did. Bucky tilted his head, a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He knew you were affected, of fucking course you were!

"Yes?" he called out.

You stood up and sighed softly, "I mean this in the most respectful way, Mister Barnes." you said, emphasizing his name. "But as the head of marketing, what exactly is my role here? Given that Mackenzie was hired to spearhead the marketing aspect of this project." you said, giving Mackenzie a passive aggressive smile.

"I don't want to overstep on some boundaries here, that's why I'm asking. I just want clarity, that's all." you said.

Bucky was about to respond when Mackenzie stopped him, grabbing his arm and squeezing it before taking over the floor. You narrowed your eyes at how her slender fingers were wrapped around Bucky's arm.

"Honey..." Mackenzie started. "There's nothing to worry about, this is a collaborative work between you and I. So think of yourself as my assistant, someone to help me out with the project." she responded.

Bitch.

"I'm not an assistant, Mackenzie." you said, smiling at her.

Mackenzie laughed, "I'm sorry, my bad. I shouldn't have used that term. Oops." she said. "Although, I believe I have more experience in this area so maybe consider me a mentor?" she suggested.

Bitch!

Bucky cleared his throat, "If you have certain ideas, you can discuss it with her. She is a consultant after all. Given her impressive experience in the field, I'm sure you'll learn a thing or two from her."

The meeting was wrapped up by noon and you simply couldn't wait to get yourself out of the conference room. You didn't feel like talking to Bucky anymore in all honesty, not after what he was doing. You knew this was just to spite you, get you to cave in first and give in to him.

All the more that you wouldn't, especially not when he actually used your job against you.

Everyone started rushing out of the conference room, ready to head out for lunch. As soon as you reached the doorway, you overheard the short conversation between Bucky and Mackenzie.

"Hey Bucky, we still up for lunch?"

The bathroom was empty when you stepped inside and thank god for that because you couldn't hold back your emotions any further. Tears gathered in the corner of your eyes, not because you were hurt. Fuck no, you were angry and frustrated. So fucking angry at yourself for getting into this mess, at Bucky for being such an entitled prick, at the entire world for plotting against you.

You groaned in irritation as you wiped away your tears, sniffing as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

You worked your ass off for this job, for your position. You risked your dignity when you let Bucky fuck you. You weren't going to let someone take that away from you.

You quickly fixed yourself when the door opened, followed by the loud clacking of someone's heels.

"Omg, are you crying?" Beverly gasped, rushing over to you.

You snickered, "No." you lied, "My eyes are itchy." you huffed out before noticing that Beverly was holding a sandwich in her hand.

"Why did you bring your sandwich here?" you curiously asked.

Beverly shrugged, "The pantry's full and the other girls don't exactly seem to like me...so..."

You shook your head and sighed, "Come with me, let's have lunch out. I need to get out of this fucking place anyway."

"Yay, omg! I knew you were nice! You're like, the only girl who actually talked to me nicely." Beverly said, tagging behind you as you exited the bathroom.

"Oh, there you are!" Mark called out. "I was looking for you. Wanna grab lunch? Oh...who's this?" he asked, noticing the blonde girl trailing behind you.

"I'm Beverly! I'm Sir James' new secretary." she introduced excitedly.

You sighed, "Don't ask me why." you said when Mark turned to you with a confused look, still not sure what happened to Bucky's previous secretary.

"So, lunch out? With Bev?" you asked.

You were completely zoning out during lunch despite the ongoing conversation between Mark and Bev, something about yoga? You honestly couldn't care less, not when you were feeling so conflicted about your current situation.

Would Bucky actually go that far just to get you back? Or does he actually hate you for saying no to him and is basically using his authority to make your life a living hell?

"So I heard about the new girl." Mark said, that snapped you out of your trance.

"Huh?" you asked.

"I find it weird for Mister Barnes to hire someone when you're here." Mark pointed out. "I mean, are you okay with that or..."

You snorted, "Fuck no. Look, I'm not gonna be the bigger person here. I was offended as fuck." you admitted.

"Yeah, it's super weird because she was hired through Tinder or something. Is that even legal?" Beverly pointed out as she scrolled through her phone.

You and Mark turned to her abruptly, "Tinder? Wait, what?" you asked.

Beverly chuckled, "I heard them talking this morning and Kenzie was like, 'It's so funny that we matched on Tinder and ended up doing business there you know' and I'm like omg Sir James has Tinder and I have one too but I never saw him there, bummer."

"Motherfucker." you hissed out.

Mark made a face, "Are you okay?" he carefully asked. "You've been really tensed since last week."

Apparently, Bucky never deleted his Tinder and have been swiping right on women. And that's how he met Mackenzie who just happened to be a marketing consultant. Now you were just furious, was he fucking her too? Has he been fucking other women this entire time?

"Hey, Bev..." you said, a plan hatching inside your mind. "Can I ask you a favor?" you asked nicely.

Beverly nodded, "Um duh, you're basically my office BFF now."

"If you ever hear Mister Barnes and Mackenzie talk about hmm, I don't know...something interesting. Maybe about the project...me 'cause you know, I'm the head of marketing and Mackenzie’s in the same field...let me know, will ya?" you asked.

Mark chuckled nervously, "I don't know what's going on but isn't that an invasion of privacy?"

"She's not going to eavesdrop, Mark. She'll just...listen closely." you explained.

"Bev might get in trouble if Mister Barnes finds out." Mark warned.

You waved a hand, "She'll be fine, Mark. She's his secretary, she has to know everything. Besides, I'm not going to let her get in trouble, if she does then I'll take care of it."

Beverly squealed in delight, "Omg, you are not my office BFF. You're like my office mom! You and Mark are literally my office parents." she said, lifting her phone up in the air.

"Selfie! This one goes to the 'gram." she said, taking a quick photo of the three of you.

She then proceeded to edit the photo while you and Mark continued eating lunch.

"Bev, you should really put your phone away and eat first. We have less than half an hour left for lunch break." Mark called out.

Beverly groaned and rolled her eyes, "Way to get into the role, Mark. You're such a dad."

You snorted, "Yeah. Loosen up, daddy." you teased.

"Playing family after just one date, huh."

Bucky's presence in the same restaurant should've really intimidated you, most especially that he just witnessed you tease Mark like that. But you were too mad at him to even care, what was the point even? He didn't believe you even when you told him the truth that Mark was just a friend.

Why even try now?

"Hi Sir James." Beverly greeted happily.

"Mister Barnes." Mark acknowledged.

Bucky ignored them and kept his eyes on you. You didn't falter under his gaze and simply stared back at him with blank eyes. It's as if a staring competition took place when the both of you merely looked at each other, neither of you looking away nor attempting to do so.

"How was that date last Friday, Jim?" Bucky asked, his eyes still trained on yours.

Mark made a funny face at the name that Bucky called him but shrugged anyway. Before he could even respond, you decided to answer on his behalf. If Bucky wanted to spite you, you'd give him a taste of his own medicine.

"It was actually great. We might go on another one this Friday." you said.

"We are?" Mark asked in a whisper.

Bucky's hand landed on Mark's shoulder, "Don't count on it, Andrew. She's going to be doing a lot of work on Friday due to the project." he said through gritted teeth.

You shrugged, "Oh, but I thought Mackenzie's doing all my work?"

"I'm ready to head back, Buck."

Speak of the devil herself. Mackenzie weaved through the tables and approached Bucky, her face brightening up when she saw you, Mark and Beverly.

"Oh, hey you." she greeted you. "Look, I think we may have started off on the wrong foot earlier. I'm not here to take your job, just here to spice things up a bit. Improve your ideas, give Bucky some assistance." she chuckled, holding onto Bucky's arm yet again.

You fought back the urge to grab your glass of water and throw it at her face. As the saying goes, kill them with kindness. So you merely shrugged and extended an arm for a handshake.

"Of course. I would love to improve your ideas as well, you know. Just a healthy discourse between two marketing professionals. We good?" you said.

Mackenzie forced out a chuckle and reached for your hand, "We’re good. I look forward to working with you." she said before turning back to Bucky who was still gazing at you.

"Let's go?" she asked sweetly.

Bucky smirked at you before wrapping an arm around Mackenzie's waist, guiding her out of the restaurant the same way he did to you. You were too focused on Bucky's body language around Mackenzie that you failed to notice that Mark was watching you closely, your expressions and how you reacted towards Bucky.

"I think I know what's happening."

"You what?!"

"Shhh!" you hushed Mark and peeked out of the empty pantry to make sure the coast was clear.

Mark noticed the tension between you and Bucky and he came to a conclusion that the both of you dated at one point. He wasn't really wrong but he wasn't right either. So you decided to tell him everything, from the moment you matched with Bucky on Tinder until your last conversation with him last Saturday.

"I honestly thought you were dating, I didn't know there was sex involved. No wonder he had been calling me weird names." he said incredulously. "Was that you and Mister Barnes that Janet reported to the HR?" he asked, stifling his laughter.

You groaned, "Yes. Ugh, gave me a panic attack when I found out about that incident report." you said.

"Hey..." Mark called out. "Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me this. Your secret is safe with me." he reassured.

You nodded, "I think it was about time that I told someone about us anyway. This whole situation is driving me crazy and I don't know what to do next. And I'm sorry for dragging you into this mess, I shouldn't have said that we were going out again. I don't want you or your job getting compromised because of our petty fight." you exhaled.

You had to admit, you felt so much better now after confiding with Mark. It somewhat alleviated the weight on your shoulders, knowing that there was someone aware of what you were going through. Who would've thought that this person would end up being Mark? You did have friends outside of work of course, but you felt like they all wouldn't really understand the situation.

Half would hate you for rejecting Bucky and the other half would hate you for even swiping right on him.

"Do you mind an unsolicited advice?" Mark asked.

"Not at all." you said.

"Ignore him. Don't let him or Mackenzie get to you. Do what you do best, you're great at your job and you'll be fine. That might get him to realize that you're not a prize to be won. And if he still doesn't see that, then that's his loss. You're more than just that hot marketing girl at work." Mark said.

You laughed at his last statement, "Hot marketing girl at work?" you asked, shaking your head.

"It's true. So if in any case you decide to ditch the CEO and move on, you know where to find me." he joked, throwing a wink your way.

You wanted to finish all your reports so you could focus on the huge project so you decided to work until around nine in the evening. The floor was already empty by the time you were done. Bucky seemed to be working too, given that he was still replying to e-mails at this hour. Wanting to get all the reports over with, you decided to submit it to him before going home.

During the elevator ride to Bucky’s floor, you couldn’t help but wonder whether he was alone in the office. Would Mackenzie be there with him? Even at this hour? Your grip on the folder tightened at the thought of catching them in the act.

But did you have any right to feel this way though?

Brushing off the thoughts, you exhaled loudly and prepared yourself for whatever it was you were to witness. Upon reaching the door to Bucky’s office, you slightly turned your head to listen to anything. It was quiet. No hushed whispers nor strained grunts-- they weren’t fucking, thank goodness for that.

You decided not to knock and just walk inside like you used to, reminding yourself of Mark’s advice.

Don’t let Bucky get to you.

When you saw Bucky hunched over his desk, typing away on his e-mails instead of bending a certain brunette somewhere in his office, you had to admit that you were relieved. He looked up and his eyes looked dead tired, you almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

“You should really learn how to knock.” Bucky called out, slamming his laptop shut.

“Look, Bucky. I was just rushing to submit these reports so I can go home.” you explained and placed the folder on top of his desk.

Bucky frowned, “I said to call me Mister Barnes.”

You huffed out, “I honestly don’t care, Bucky. I’m not playing your damn games anymore.” you said and turned around.

A hand on your arm pulled you back, harshly turning you around to face Bucky. He was fuming, as usual. At this point, you were no longer fazed.

“You think I don’t know what you’re trying to do?” he asked.

You clenched your jaw and pulled your arm back, “I’m not doing anything. You bring in Beverly or Mackenzie or whoever it is that you have up your sleeve. I don’t fucking care. I just want to focus on work.” you said and stepped away.

“And you should too, Bucky.” you added.

“I don’t believe you.” he said.

You sighed, your shoulders dropping from exhaustion at this whole shenanigan. “I’m done, Bucky.”

And with that you turned around to exit his office, leaving Bucky unsure whether you truly meant what you said. A victorious smirk graced your lips as you walked back to the elevator.

You were far from done.

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leggerefiore · 2 years

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Hello! This is the anon that asked for Vamp!Twins so thanks! I also wanted to ask for some NSFW of the two of that's alright? :3

song lmao

cw: AFAB reader, vampires, and, well, blood.

18+ under cut, please take precaution

▲Ingo▼

● A strange form of temperature play entrances him. As a human, your warm body clashes against his chilled form in something he finds strangely erotic yet tender. The heat of your body surges through his body as you wrap your legs around his waist as he ruts into you. Your body is pleasantly cooled by his. A perfect equilibrium achieved by you two.

● His breeding kink is worsened by many years of harsh denial toward himself. A muted existence buried in work, his brain rushes with excitement after discovering you're his bloodmate. You are quite certain the man has taken you on every possible service in your apartment, talking about how you'll look so beautiful swollen with his child. This time one surely be the time that knocks you up. His cum buried deep inside you as he pulls out.

● Drinks your blood while you're still human, the hormones rushing through your blood make his already existent arousal stronger. He pulls away, some of your precious sanguine caught in the corners of his mouth, there's something dreadfully arousing about the way he licks it away with dilated pulls with glowing eyes starting you down.

● There's something that lingers in his mind about how his bites look on your body. It's inherently intimate how you let him drink for you, so why does his slacks suddenly feel a tad too tight when he sees the two tiny punctures surrounded by a pretty bruise? He has to take a moment for himself when he sees it.

● Head is always a bit awkward at first, there's naturally some tension about the sharpness of his teeth, but he quickly proves himself talented with his tongue. Any fears of being punctured are forgotten with how he works you up. He's watching you closely, most his pleasure is derived from how to groan to grab at his hair and pull him closer. Ingo could die happily between your thighs.

● His affinity for semi public sex doesn't vanish, in fact, it's spurred on by the fact the graveyard shift has significantly fewer people around to make him more confident in taking you into places he normally wouldn't consider. The poor administrative staff at night know whenever you come to see him that they'll suddenly have things to do out of the office area. Depot agents and clerks alike scatter from the danger zone, lest they hear their boss's groans and moans.

● If you can, he's embarrassed to admit how much he loves to drink your breast milk. It nurtures him the same as your blood, as that's where it comes from, so he can safely feed off you without draining you too much. You're carrying his child, feeding him and letting him bring you such gentle pleasure. He's thrusting into you with no mind to his own needs. You just groan as all the tension in your body is worked away by him.

● He may accidentally use his inhuman strength on you, but it's a bit of a turn to see him go from his normally reserved self into fully supporting your weight as fucks you against the wall. He looks so skinny, yet his strength is undeniable as his hands grope at your ass to hold you up. The thrusts from such moments are absolutely rough and precise.

● If he's ever to turn you, he wants to do during sex. He drinks his final filling of your dear sanguine as he fucks you tenderly into the silk sheets on your bed. His teeth pierce his wrist, and he offers it to you. Your tongue would like up his pale wrist, tasting the strangely dark liquid. Carefully, you consume it until Ingo must pull you away. More than enough was ingested for a transformation to occur. You groan as he brings a hand down to rub at your clit. You'll cum before the transformation renders you unconscious.

▽Emmet△

○ His bondage kink shakes hands with his vampirism to lead into you being bound while hie ruts into you and drinks your blood. Soft whines leave him, and you'll become a bit lightheaded from everything. It's something so deeply pleasurable for the both of you. He pulls away from your neck, crimson caught on the corners of his mouth while a playful smirk is across his face.

○ He's also drinking your breast milk if you can do that. Emmet's lips suck on your nipples as you run hands through his hair, his eyes are shut tight, and he languidly thrusts in and out of you. It's something soft and intimate to him, he wants to be as close as possible to you. Of course, it's a bit hard with children growing within you, but he tries his best.

○ Has you come ride his line regularly, it's so rare he gets a challenger and much less so one that actually piques his interest. What's a creature of the night to do but bring his cute mate along with him and then fuck them against the seats? He can get a nice meal and enjoy your body. It's known around the station that if you're riding with him to knock before entering.

○ He covers you in hickies, bite marks and scratches. Emmet needs to mark you. It arouses him endlessly to see the little punctures his teeth leave all over you. Everyone knows you're his, and he can't help but press a kiss into the highly exposed one's when he sees them. The bulge in his trousers doesn't go unnoticed by you.

○ Most vampires aren't easily to arouse, with such a barely there blood pressure getting it up is a struggle. Emmet shows they are just weak, as he's horny from the very presence of you. Truth be told, it's just because he works you up before he drinks your precious lifeblood. The hormones are running through his system which makes him horny, and he likes to drink from you during sex. A vicious cycle he's created.

○ Wants to role-play as him as your vampiric master while you're his precious blood servant. You cry the title as he bends you over his desk, lips kissing up your back until he lands at your neck. His fangs dig in and he drinks you greedily. Cock spearing you open as you moan loudly.

○ He's giddy to show his strength off to you. You've been fucked against many a well in the station and around your home. There's something hot about seeing the strangely innocent demeanor he holds melt away into something strong and passionate. His hands grope at your ass while he grinds into you.

○ His teeth unfortunately are involved in head. Nothing painful, but he drags them along sensitive areas to drive shivers down your spine. He can eat you out for hours, loving the way you squirm and babble nonsense. It's very adorable to him how you look when completely overstimulated. He'll pull away and bite into your thigh to have a drink of your pleasure laden blood. It's his favourite drink, he's certain.

○ Minor, minor breeding kink. Occasionally, it slips out about how he wants you to be filled with his children, and he cums inside. His hand may hover above your lower abdomen while his forehead rests against yours. His thrusts are rough as he mumbles about what a good parent you'd be for your adorable children. Never one with him, always multiple. You feel the warmth of his spend deep inside you and sigh.

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hispipsqueak · 3 years

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Burned

Enji Todoroki x F!Reader - NSFW

A/N: So @cozykozume wanted me to name this “Cooling Down the Fire Daddy” so there’s that. Anyways, in case you didn’t know, I LOVE Enji Todoroki....like an extraordinary amount. Which is hilarious, because I started the series hating him but I digress. So here’s one of my favorite things I’ve written and also one of the longest posts because I just...I am just so soft for this man. <3 Pip

WC: 4.5K

TW: unprotected sex, feelings, slight size kink, oral (f receiving), drunk sex, slight angst if you squint, slight authority kink (good girl etc.)

H/N = Hero Name

When you stepped into the meeting that morning you weren't sure what to expect.

"Welcome back!" Midnight's cheery voice cut through the air, her eyes bright. You smiled at her as the rest of your colleagues responded with a variation of greetings and welcome's. You had been on a six month long mission across the globe and arrived back yesterday. Though you were slightly jetlagged, you were ready to throw yourself back in the grind of hero work.

As you took your seat your eyes roamed to the largest figure in the room. Endeavor had stayed silent, his eyes trained on the brief documents in front of him. Hell, you weren't even sure if he had noticed you had returned. Your heart sank slightly.

What did you expect? It had been six months, six long, confusing months since that night of booze and desire. Six months since you had felt his large hands wrapped around your body, his lips pressed against your neck hungrily as you grinded against him.

Fuck. You cut another glance at him. His eyes were narrowed as he read over the papers in front of him and his face was in it's permanent scowl. If he noticed you at all, he was doing a good job hiding it.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Hawks swaggering in the room.

"Hey h/n! Long time, no see! How was the mission?" He called out, pulling you into a friendly hug. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Enji shift.

"Great. Managed to bust the kingpin and shut the entire operation down. Glad to be back though". You smiled back at the winged hero. He nodded, before taking his seat right next to the flame hero.

"Mornin' Endeavor!" his cheery voice rang out.

Enji grumbled a greeting, his eyes not looking up

Eraserhead cleared his throat from the head of the table.

"Let's get started."

You couldn't help zoning out as the dark haired hero discussed the current mission. You forced your eyes to stare at the file in front of you and not the man across from you. You were so focused, you almost didn't hear your name.

"H/N, you will be working with Endeavor."

Your eyes widened, and your head snapped up. You finally dared to look at Enji who's expression hadn't changed. As Eraser concluded the meeting, you steeled your nerves and walked to the flame hero.

"Endeavor, I-"

He cut you off.

"Train. I will not be dragged down by you because you haven't sparred properly in six months."

Your demeanor steeled.

“I wasn’t just partying it up over there. I was working.”

If he cared, it didn’t register on his face. His turquoise eyes were fixed at the spot above you instead of meeting yours. Without another word, he turned to leave. You felt your face grow hot. Determined to not show emotion, you pursed your lips, grabbing your things to head back to your apartment.

---

“Endeavor, you lucky dog.”

Endeavor looked up from the paperwork on his desk with a bored expression.

“What are you talking about Hawks?” His voice was tinged with annoyance as he looked back down to the documents from the intel team.

“Stop pretending you aren’t thrilled to be working with H/N. She’s the BEST, and between you and me, she’s definitely one of the most beautiful heroes.” The blonde faux-whispered, tossing back his head in a chuckle. Endeavor fixed him with an aggravated stare.

“I have no desire to work with H/N. She has been on a mission for 6 months, so we are at a disadvantage anyway, since I doubt she was actually working all of that time. Especially since her behavior is comparable to yours.”

Hawks cocked a bushy brow.

“Deny it all you want, big guy. Your body language is different when you’re around her. You should ask her out. I’m sure she’d say yes. Some girls like the mean and broody type.”

Smoke emitted from the corner of Endeavor’s desk, where his hand rested. Clearing his throat, he attempted to put it out, but not before the annoying bird hero noticed.

With a smirk, Hawks headed towards the door.

“Don’t screw this up, Endeavor!”

----

What Hawks didn’t know is Enji had already screwed this up. Before you left, six long months ago, you and Endeavor were on relatively friendly terms. Well as friendly as one can be with the hotheaded flame hero. It was you that convinced him to go out that night with the other pro-heroes. And when the night ended, he had walked you home.

Surprisingly, he could be a gentleman when he wanted to be.

The walk home had been quiet, though you and Enji both had a bit to drink. Emboldened by the alcohol, you finally had turned to him.

“Enji, why do you try to push us away?”

Your boldness surprised him. It wasn’t a surprise he could come off a bit stoic, at best. Yet no one, especially newer heroes, called him out on this behavior. It was just “how he was”. Before he could stop himself he blurted out,

“I don’t wish to hurt people anymore.”

His face heated up and you could see a crimson blush rising up towards his ears. In that moment, you could see a glimpse of Enji, not Endeavor.

This wasn’t to say Enji wasn’t attractive. Yet, him exposing himself, allowing vulnerability? That made your heart jump in your chest. Turning away, you thought about what he meant. You knew his family had been estranged from him, his kids not a frequent presence in his life. You had seen a few gossip magazines detailing how his kids often avoided their childhood home, and you had read about Rei’s hospitalization. You imagined how lonely he must feel, though if there was truth to any of those rumors, you could see why they would be wary.

“This is your home, yes?”

His voice broke your train of thought. You looked up and realized all too soon the two of you were outside your door. Your hand rested on the door handle and you imagined him sitting in a quiet living room, a house empty.

“Would you like to come in for a bit?” Your voice was squeaky and unsure and you were surprised when he grunted in affirmation.

Wordlessly he followed you into the apartment. Somehow, without speaking, you could both feel it. The loneliness that bonded you, the freedom of being vulnerable in the dark blanket of the night, these moments allowing you to breathe and just be without expectation and titles. Because here, you weren’t pro-heroes, you were yourselves, seeking the tiny bits of comfort the other could provide.

As you entered the apartment, the silence between you intensified. Your stomach was buzzing with nerves and as you looked up at him, you could feel the anticipation of who would break first. His hands found your hips and pulled you towards him, and soon his lips were on yours. He tasted like the scotch he had been drinking, warm and rich. His hands were hot where they met your skin, and you pressed closer in his embrace. Rough stubble scratched at your skin and you kissed him deeper, desperately wanting to let him in and lose yourself in him at the same time.

Your back pressed against the wall, and his fingers grazed the bottom of your shirt. Breathlessly you finally broke apart. Looking in each other's eyes, you unbuttoned your shirt, fingers trembling in anticipation. He took this as his cue to pull off his own, and you admired his strong muscles, littered with scars. You could feel his eyes roam your body as you undid the last button, leaving you in a simple bra and pants. His hands, hands that could throw buildings and fight villains, were gentle against your skin, slowly running over your belly to the edge of your bra. When you didn’t protest, he tugged at the clasps, letting it fall off your shoulders to the floor.

He pressed hungry kisses to your shoulder, slowly working his way down. His touches were gentle, as if you would break if he wasn’t careful and his mind raced, wanting to explore every inch of you. A soft moan escaped your lips as he nipped at your neck. Enji’s body tensed, and his grip tightened as he kissed lower, desperate to hear more of your sweet noises.

His pants were painfully tight now, and you seemed to understand, because he could feel your small fingers working the latch on his belt, tugging his slacks down and exposing the tent in his boxers. He let out a low groan as your fingers wrapped around his clothed cock. Enji was a lot bigger than anyone in general, though he never really thought about it until now, when your hand was struggling to wrap completely around his thick member.

Maneuvering his hands from your hips, he cupped your breasts, pressing aching kisses to them. He sucked bruises into your skin, and bit back a groan as your fingers found their way under his waistband. Enji wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up, and you nodded to the general area of the bedroom. Nudging the door open, he gently rested you on the bed. Sliding your pants over your hips, leaving you exposed, a thin pair of black panties being the only barrier between the redhead and your sex.

His hands gripped your things, parting you open and he placed a soft kiss on your belly. He worked his way lower, hooking his fingers under your waistband and dragging the material over your curves before tossing it off the bed. Tracing over your soft mound with his finger, he pushed open the lips of your cunt. Like a man starved, he buried his face in your pussy, his tongue devouring your slick.

Your hands gripped his red hair and he groaned into you. Pulling your legs over his shoulders, he fucked you on his tongue, before sucking your throbbing clit between his lips. Eyes rolling back, your breathy moans filled the apartment. You felt yourself climbing higher and higher, so close to euphoria as you grinded on his face.

“Fuck...delicious.” He growled into your cunt. His fingers gripped your thighs, almost painfully and the vibrations of his voice pushed you over the edge. Your thighs squeezed around his head and your back arched off the soft bed as you cried out his name. He continued his assault on your cunt, slurping down your juices as your fingers tugged his locks, gasping at the overstimulation. Still, Enji continued to drown himself in you, your sweet taste like nectar of the gods. He wanted so much more of you, to stay here for hours, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you. He could feel the muscles in your thighs tense as you came again, your body trembling from the impact.

Pulling away, he kissed your lips, the taste of you on his tongue. Your tongues entwined, as your arms wrapped around his neck, feeling the muscles of his upper back flex. Too soon and yet not fast enough he broke away, positioning himself between your legs, his massive frame towering over you. His hands rested on the bed on opposite sides of your face as he looked down at your body. Your lips were puffy from his kiss, parted slightly. Your eyes were glassy, half-lidded and hungry for more. You met his gaze and inhaled, giving him the slightest nod. He lined his cock up with your entrance, gently pushing the head in. You gasped at the stretch, and after a moment rocked your hips, spurring him to continue. Easing his cock in, he gritted his teeth at how tight your cunt wrapped around him. His hands moved to your hips as he pulled himself out of you, leaving the tip in before thrusting back into you.

Gripping your hips, he bounced you on his cock easily. Moans fell from your mouth, stuttering each time he bottomed out in you. One hand left your hip and gripped the headboard as his heavy balls smacked against your ass. Enji groaned as your legs wrapped around his waist, forcing him deeper. The headboard creaked under his force as he pounded into you, your moans of his name spurring him on, making him want to give you all of him. Your small hand ran over his chest, the dark hair soft under your fingers as you dug your nails in his skin. You felt overwhelmingly full, his thick cock filling every crevice inside you.

Enji’s fiery eyes roamed your body, watching as your breasts bounced with each thrust. He could practically see the bulge in your belly from his cock and as lewd as the scene was, there was something so beautiful about you in the throes of passion. His name dripped from your lips like a mantra and he could feel the desire, the want that you carried, begging him to give you everything he had. Your fingers danced across his muscles, a touch so intimate. A touch he hadn’t felt in years.

With a crack, the wooden headboard began to splinter as Enji unloaded into you with a shout. Your body felt heavy as he shot white ropes of cum deep inside you, some spilling out around his cock and onto your sheets. With a final groan, he stilled, slowly sliding his softening cock out of you and collapsing next to you on the bed.

It was silent, except for the sounds of both of you breathing hard, your chests rising and falling in tandem. Enji could hear his heart thumping wildly and he turned to look at you. Your eyes were closed, breathing labored but slow and you sleepily turned towards him, laying your head on his massive bicep.

The next morning, he was gone. The only evidence that the night had even happened was the crack that ran across your headboard and the glass of water on your night stand. Enji avoided you during hero meetings, always somehow on a busy patrol when you called, his assistant taking your message, yet again until you gave up trying.

When the months-long mission was offered to you, you accepted it without hesitation. Enji didn’t attempt to say goodbye.

-----

Now, Enji was torn.

There was no getting out of this. He thought about reaching out to Eraserhead to ask about working alone, though he knew the sleepy hero would ask questions he didn’t want to get into. Enji furrowed his brow as he swung again at the punching bag in front of him, taken to training in his private outdoor home gym rather than the regular hero gyms to avoid you, though you hadn’t made any more attempts to speak to him.

He jabbed at the bag. This was ridiculous. He was a pro-hero. Allowing this to interfere with his work made him weak, and Endeavor was not weak.

He wasn’t weak.

Enji threw a few more punches, shaking the sweat off as he reached for the bottle of water behind him.

“Enji.”

He stiffened.

“Enji Todoroki, I don’t know why you are ignoring me or what I did to you, but we need to talk about what happened.” Your voice was clear, stronger than it was the day of the meeting.

He took a swig from his water bottle, biding his time. Finally turning around, he faced you. You were in a simple t-shirt and track pants, probably coming from a workout yourself. Your eyes were ablaze, demanding to get answers. Enji felt a stabbing pain in his chest as he compared the image of you now, to the image of you from that night.

“I have nothing to say. We will work on this mission, and be civil to each other. That’s all.” Enji attempted to push past you and you turned on your heel.

“You know what? Fine. You want to pretend you didn’t feel anything that night? That meant nothing to you whatsoever? Was it just to hook up, get your dick wet and leave? Because you didn’t need me for that.” Your tone was angry but Enji could hear the hurt in your statements. Facing you, he glared down.

“What do you want from me? To be your boyfriend? I’m not that man. Try Hawks, he’s into that sort of nonsense. I don’t need or want this trouble in my life anymore.” Enji’s voice was hard, the tone he used for villains or the press. You searched his face, seeking the man from that night. Enji, not Endeavor.

You thought over his words. “Enji...what are you so afraid of?”

The tone of your voice shifted. Softer, easier. He remembered how he felt when you begged for him, when you showed your desire for him through each touch and kiss. He finally looked into your eyes, eyes so full of earnest curiosity. Why couldn’t you just make this easy? He swallowed hard.

Fat droplets of water splashed onto his arms, and no sooner did he notice that the sky opened up, sheets of rain pouring over the two of you. Without thinking, he gripped your hand tugging you to the house. Even though it wasn’t a far journey, you were both soaked, and he could see you shivering. Grabbing a towel from the linen closet, he wrapped it around your shoulders. You murmured a thanks, standing awkwardly in his doorway.

He reached for your hand, leading you to the laundry room. Your hands were small in his and he tried to not focus on his heartbeat that pounded in his ears.

“Wait here.” He grunted, leaving to grab clothes for both of you. He grabbed one of his, then thought better and dug around for anything Fuyumi or Rei may have left. No luck. He sighed, returning to the room where you were sitting on top of the washer.

Thrusting the clothes into your hands, he left to give you some privacy to change as he pulled on his clothes. A few minutes later he heard you giggling. You stepped out, drowning in his way too big shirt. The shirt extended nearly to your knees. The sweatpants he gave you were sliding off your hips and he glimpsed your thighs as you attempted to pull them up. Shrugging, you let them fall to the floor, your legs exposed.

“Sorry, but I don’t think they will stay on. Luckily, your shirt hides everything important.” You said, looking down. Enji mentally disagreed, since any inch of skin he could see would be burned into his brain forever.

Tossing both your clothes into the washer, he set the timer and then it was silent. You spoke first.

“I thought I did something wrong.”

Enji turned to you, Your gaze was fixed on the washing machine, though your eyes looked distant. You continued.

“I thought maybe you thought it was a drunken mistake.”

“I wasn’t drunk.”

You turned. Enji’s cerulean eyes were downcast at the laminate flooring. You opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off.

“I’m not good at this. I’m not stupid, I know the rumors about my family that people say. They aren’t all lies. I did fuck it up. I did a lot of bad, terrible things and pushed them away. Rei, and the kids...they didn’t deserve any of the pain I caused them.”

His shoulders sagged, the weight of his past overtaking him. “I did, I do love them. But I understand why they had to leave.” He sat on the small couch in the corner.

Enji felt your hand cover his, your thumb rubbing circles over his knuckles. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply.

“Enji...doing shitty things doesn’t make you a shitty person. You can’t punish yourself forever.” Your voice was soft, soothing. Enji finally met your eyes.

“I’ve already fucked that up. I fucked this up. I don’t want to hurt people I care about anymore. It’s easier this way.”

You wrapped your arms around him. The two of you made quite a sight, the smaller figure cradling the large man. You stood in front of him and he let himself relax into you, his head resting on your chest. He could smell your scent, warm and comforting, even under his shirt. Your fingers grazed his hair, holding him to you. Enji thought of the nights where he lay in bed, allowing himself to imagine your body next to him.

He was tired of being strong.

“Enji...I can’t say everything will be perfect. But punishing yourself before it starts isn’t going to do anything but cause more pain.”

He could feel your heartbeat, a steady rhythm that matched his breathing. He was aware of his hands around your body, your soft strokes in his hair. He thought about how it would feel to have your touches, hold you in his arms every day, every night.

Enji allowed himself to fall.

He raised his head, his lips meeting yours. With each kiss he silently told you his hopes, his fears, and his apologies. In turn, you gave him comfort and acceptance. He pulled you onto his lap, so you were straddling him, kissing you hard to make up for the months of missed opportunities.

You kissed for what felt like forever, never wanting to stop. His hands slid down your back and across your thighs, going under your shirt.

“You look so good in this. Wanna see this more often.” He whispered, a smirk on his face. You giggled and he had the desire to hear all of your beautiful sounds. In time, he reminded himself.

“Enji, are you flirting with me?” You teased and he pulled you close in another kiss. His hands wandered across your soft skin and he could feel the hardened peaks of your nipples through the thin cotton of the shirt. He kissed down your jaw, and your fingers grasped at his hair, causing him to groan into your neck.

“You tease me so much, Y/N.” He growled out as you grinded on his lap. You could feel his cock stir through his joggers, and you felt yourself growing wetter on his lap. He pulled your shirt up to your waist, exposing your thin panties to him. He could feel your arousal through the fabric and ran his thumb down the dark spot over your cunt. You let out a soft whimper and his eyes blazed with hunger.

Pulling your shirt above your tits, he took one in his mouth, sucking harshly. He grazed your nipple with his teeth, causing your back to arch. He switched sides, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. Your hips rocked against his bulge, more prominent now and he pulled away from your chest.

“I want you Enji.” Your voice was soft and seductive, and Enji felt your words go straight to his cock. Picking you up, he carried you to his room. The lights were dim and you didn’t have time to look around before he dropped you on the bed, pushing your legs apart and lapping at your cunt through your drenched panties.

“Already so excited, sweet girl. Taste so good for me.” Enji murmured into your pussy, pressing kisses and bites to your thighs. You whined, attempting to push down your panties and he laughed, a low chuckle that rumbled in his chest.

“So eager, aren’t you?”

You pouted at him. “It’s been too long and I’ve missed you so much.”

Enji was grateful for the dark room hiding the blush that spread across his face. He busied himself by dragging your panties down at an agonizingly slow pace, taking the time to admire your legs, his fingers skimming the skin causing shivers to go down your spine. Enji turned to take in the scene. Your body, draped across the sheets, mouth parted, eyes full of want staring up at him, silently begging for him. He had pictured this many times, many sleepless nights, but the reality was so much better.

“So beautiful.” HIs voice was quiet, and his heart thumped wildly. He was nervous, even though he had already been with you once before. This time felt so raw, so much more real. He wanted to be with you in every way he could, in any way you would let him and he could tell you wanted the same.

As he pulled off his shirt, your hands slid into the waistband of his pants, grazing over the head of his throbbing cock. He groaned as your fingers slid over the sensitive head, smearing precum down the shaft. You pushed down the rest of his clothes and he kneeled between your legs. Both of you were quiet, and you could feel the excitement in the air of doing this, being with each other completely. It was vulnerable, it was scary, but he trusted you to be there when he fell. And in turn, you trusted him to be yours.

Pushing into you, your breath hitched. He felt your body clamp down on him, and he slowed, easing his way in. Your nails dug into the skin of his biceps and you gasped as he bottomed out in you.

Pressing his forehead to yours, he searched your eyes for discomfort. Instead you gazed at him with complete adoration, bright eyes completely infatuated.

“You’re perfect, Enji.” Your voice was quiet and breathy, but clear. In response he pressed a harsh kiss to your mouth, trying to explain every emotion he felt, words he couldn’t say just yet. As you kissed, he rocked into you, his thick cock dragging against your walls. Your soft moans were swallowed by his kisses, and the stinging marks left on his arms only drove him crazier. He fucked into you faster, feeling your tight cunt squeezing around him, wanting so badly to stay inside you forever.

Sweat plastered his hair to his forehead, and the room was filled with your sweet sounds, interspersed with his praises.

“Taking me so well. Such a good girl. Fuck, so beautiful.” Enji gasped out, his high imminent. Each thrust had you seeing stars and you felt like your body was floating. Moving his hands from the sheets, he slid over your clit, teasing your body. You clenched around him.

“Fuck, right there,don’t stop!” You gasped out, grasping at the bedsheets, your back arching off to meet his thrusts. Enji complied, his rhythm speeding up as he toyed with your clit and you cried out, your body squeezing his cock like a vice. You gushed around his cock, and he fucked into you faster, feeling his body heat up. With a groan he slammed into you, holding you down as he spilled into you. His hips stuttered as he filled you with every drop, and soon the room was filled with panting as both of you struggled to catch your breath.

Easing out of you, he grabbed a towel, cleaning you up before collapsing next to you. You were both quiet and you were reminded of the time before. Nervous, you turned to him and made eye contact.

“Are you staying this time?” Your voice was small and Enji saw your fingers threading the sheets, nervously.

“It’s my house.” He responded seriously. Caught off guard, you burst into laughter. He watched you amused. You looked gorgeous and he would never get used to the sound of your laughter filling the house that had been quiet for too long.

Catching your breath, you turned back to him.

“What I mean is...do you want to do this? Together?”

Enji looked at the bed that was no longer empty, felt the life and warmth that filled the house, exuding from you just being there and entwined his hand with yours.

“Yes.”

#enji todoroki #enji todoroki x reader #endeavor smut #endeavor x reader #mha smut

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inaflashimagine · 3 years

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brand new eyes

(or the three times you become gojo’s eyes)

Pairing: Gojo x F!Reader

WC: 3k

A/N: finally wrote out more parts to this clan fic idea. Reader is part of the Konaka clan, known for making the best seals in the sorcerer society as well as for being the mediating clan/representing neutral ground for when the three noble clans meet annually to discuss politics. so here’s three random moments

Warnings: vol. 0 spoilers in the end, a bit angsty in the end

“Is he okay?”

Although it’s quite clear that something is wrong with the crouching white-haired boy, face buried in hands as he mutters something you can’t hear over the considerable distance.

“Pay no mind, Konaka-sama,” Satomi warns, the servant’s hand tightening around yours as she tries to lead you to another part of the estate, eager to return to the festivities where everyone else is. “The Six Eyes is the responsibility of the Gojo clan, not ours.”

Yet that curt response seems to backfire, Satomi gulping nervously when you tug right back, feet refusing to move as you question, “Then why is no one helping him? We’re the only ones here!”

“I’m sure he will be attended to soon–Konaka-sama, don’t go!”

Disobedience is unbecoming of a woman. Your father’s grave words replay in your mind, balling your fists as you walk toward the young boy, his presence more suffocating with each step. It makes for an unfit wife.

Maybe that’s why you were closer to your mother, who told you to help those in need before she succumbed to her illness.

But when you hesitantly tap on his shoulder, receiving a quick slap to your wrist as stormy pools glare at your shocked face, you realize that Gojo Satoru doesn’t want help.

“What are you looking at?” Before he can continue, he winces and shuts his eyes, once again hiding his head from the light. A strange sight from someone whose intense cursed energy makes full-grown adults cower in the same position he’s currently in. “Leave!”

You’re not sure what exactly his Six Eyes do–something about seeing everyone’s flow of cursed energy? Perhaps that’s why you shouldn’t zone out during the clan history portion of your tutor’s lessons.

But it doesn’t take a genius to know that those orbs are the reason for the pain he’s experiencing, another impatient cry telling you to leave him alone.

“It’s because there’s tons of people, right?”

“What?” he groans, exasperated. Hands nurse his throbbing head, wondering if he should try finding another secluded part of this garden. The Konaka grounds are tiny compared to the Gojo estate, but not that small.

“The celebratory meal and festival,” you explain patiently and softly, though your fingers refuse to touch him again in fear of retaliation, “there was a lot of people at once, too much information.” Another pause. “Did you run away from your servants?”

He remains silent, lips taut, yet the harsh way he rubs his closed eyes and his ghostly pale skin are a sufficient answer.

Sighing dramatically, you grab the sleeve of his dragonfly-patterned yukata and use all of your strength to drag the heavy ten-year-old boy.

“Gosh, get up!” you complain, immediately sighing in relief after he surprisingly complies, his other arm covering his eyes while you ignore Satomi’s protests and begin leading him to a certain area. “Stop being a cry baby!”

“I’m not crying! And let me go!”

“Why? ‘Fraid you’ll get cooties?” Tightening your grip on his wrist, you turn around to catch his expression, giggling at his red cheeks and his disgruntled mumbling.

“Where are we even going?”

“It’s a secret! A Konaka specialty!” When Gojo realizes you won’t elaborate, he huffs, head and eyes in too much pain to fight back.

What feels like eternity lasts only a few minutes, hearing you muttering a phrase before opening a door and ushering him inside.

“You can open your eyes now,” you offer lightly, leading him to a chair as you look for a match to bring some light into the dark place.

He only listens to your suggestion until the pounding sensation subsides, relief coursing through his veins as he thinks the worst part has passed.

And he finds himself in a tiny, windowless room, walls littered with so many talismans that there’s no space in between them.

Right. The clan that makes the best seals in sorcerer society. The Konaka specialty.

His eyes meet your curious ones, the lit candles casting an eerie glow on your face. Scratching your head, you ask, “How often you get those?”

“What did you do to me, small fry?” He immediately stands up, only to sit back down as pain strikes his temple once again.

“First of all, I’m just a year younger, so don’t call me small fry.” You stick your tongue out at him as he rolls his eyes, though you figure it’s better to focus your energy on an explanation than fighting with him.

“But I didn’t do anything. The talismans constrain cursed energy, or that’s what sensei says. So I thought this would help lower the background noise for your eyes.” You tilt your head, finger tapping chin as you gaze at his annoyed face. “My brother said you’re smart. Shouldn’t you know this?”

Gojo groans, eagerly waiting to return to normalcy so he can get out of here. “Why do you ramble so much? I don’t even know who you are.”

Although he’s not even sure he wants to know, especially when he sees you pout and glare daggers at him. As if that would do anything.

“You’re one to talk! And you know my older brother better, father usually sends me to the countryside during the ‘meeting of the three’, he says it’s not”–you put air quotes around the next phrase, deepening your voice to poorly imitate the old man–“‘Fitting for a young, growing lady to meddle in the affairs of men.’”

His eyes slightly widen in recognition, attaching the weak, almost muted, cursed energy to a face he’s mostly seen in passing. “You’re the only daughter of the Konaka clan head.”

“Unfortunately!” you supply, almost too cheerily. “That title means nothing. I’ll probably end up as some servant, anyway.”

“Well that’s because you’re weak.”

“Huh?!”

Gojo shrugs casually, as if he was stating that the sky was blue and the grass green. “My eyes don’t lie. Your technique seems cool I guess, but you run out of cursed energy easily which means you can’t control it. How do you expect to be anything beyond a servant if you can’t handle the basics?”

His bland, almost bored, expression remains unfazed as your frown deepens and eye twitches. “You can’t even stand up without almost passing out. Who’s the weak one here?”

Gojo’s shoulders stiffen as he crosses his arms, gaining a renewed interest in the wall behind you as he feels his cheeks flush a dusty pink. “I’ve beaten dudes and curses three times your size. I’ll take you on any day, small fry.”

“I should’ve paid attention to Satomi,” you murmur, regretting to stop and help this brat, “because you obviously don’t have friends.”

“I have friends!”

“Your servants don’t even like you.”

“And yours do?”

With narrowed eyes and an affronted gasp, you point an accusing finger at the irritating boy in front of you while you stand up from your seat, positively fuming. “How dare you! Satomi loves me! Shut up, or else–!”

“Or what? A tiny fly like you is gonna hurt me?” Gojo stands up as well, forehead almost butting with yours as he refrains his from hitting the daughter of the head clan that is graciously hosting his family. He laughs airily at your feeble attempt to slap him, your eyes comically large when you realize that you can’t even touch him. “Are you cryin’?”

Before anything can be said, the door opens, adults rushing in, some apologizing and bowing to Gojo while others whisk your writhing figure away.

“I’ll beat you up, you spoiled brat! You won’t see it comin’!”

“I’d like to see you try!” Gojo laughs, his cheeky smile the last thing you see.

And it’s only until someone asks how he’s feeling does he notice that he hasn’t felt pain in the last few minutes. The room actually worked.

In fact, he can’t remember the last time he felt this excited.

–

“For someone who says I’d never see it coming”–Gojo activates his barrier, your paper shuriken crashing into the invisible wall behind him as the crumpled pieces fall to the ground, cursed energy dissipating–“I can even see it with my eyes closed.”

“Maybe I didn’t want to hurt you,” you say with a simple shrug, now facing the white-haired teen whose recent growth spurt has you looking up at him, frustratingly so, “at least not yet.”

“Going soft on me, small fry?” A haughty smile is sent your way, blue eyes gleaming with mischief. It’s been a while since you’ve seen them, only observing them now because the Gojo elders wanted to discuss something with your father. “I guess I would quit, too, after losing so many times.”

He sounds way too amused so you snort derisively, hoping your face doesn’t betray your indignation. “I’m just giving you a break, before you start school. Brother has told me how strict Yaga-san is.”

Gojo rolls his eyes and scoffs. “Yeah right. That geezer makes dolls for a living, I’m fine. Though if you manage to get accepted you might have a rough time.”

Your eye twitches at the jab but you manage to ignore it. You definitely didn’t miss his...sense of humor. “And what about your classmates? Any news from them?”

Shoving his hands in his pockets, he quirks a brow at your nervousness while he looks absolutely bored, knowing that you’re beating around the bush for some unknown reason. He does see you fiddling with something, hands folded behind you as you sway back and forth. But he knows that teasing you will make things more difficult.

So he decides to take the bait, entertains you by answering, “I just know there’s two. I’m meeting the healer tomorrow. I don’t know about the other one but he can’t be that interesting if Yaga didn’t even tell me his technique.”

“Interesting,” you hum mindlessly, an anxious clearing of your throat and shifty eyes prompting Gojo to bluntly ask you why you’re acting strange.

“I’m not, I just,” you sigh before shaking your head, “I made you something, but you can’t make fun of it.”

He looks genuinely surprised, but only for a brief second as he gives you a knowing smirk. “I knew it, you are going soft on me.”

“Satoru…”

That catches him off guard again, eyes blinking once, twice, before tilting his head curiously. You rarely called him that…this is more serious than he thought it be.

Sighing melodramatically he says, “Fine, I will try to not make fun of it.”

You nod–that’s as good as it gets.

Which is why you hold out his gift slowly, your eyes measuring his rather neutral reaction as he peers at the black sunglasses thrust at him.

“Shades? A summer accessory?” He grabs them rather brusquely, truly perplexed and not sure why you were expecting him to poke fun at this. “I didn’t like Top Gun that much.”

You inhale deeply before exhaling. “Not just any shades, put them on.”

So he does, mouth slightly agape as he discovers that he can barely see anything, the obsidian-colored lenses too thick for him to register anything else but faint residuals of cursed energy.

Your cursed energy. Nearly gone but still present, a paradoxically comforting presence he realizes he’ll miss when he’s at Tokyo Jujutsu High.

Yet he pushes that thought away and remains silent, save for the “Oooooohhhh” he provides as he swivels his head and moves the shades up and down experimentally, mesmerized that everything is so dark when they’re correctly positioned.

This is the first time in a long time that he doesn’t feel like his mind is about to explode. He whistles, the relief flooding him like a tidal wave.

“I added a few seals to it, with the help of one of our experts,” you add quietly, biting your lip to hide your growing smile as you see Gojo acting like a giddy child on Christmas morning. “I know you’re lying about those headaches stopping. These will hopefully prevent them or give your eyes a rest.”

“Why’d you make them?”

You suddenly feel hot, grateful that his eyes can’t see you, judge you like an open book. “Just a thank you for training me a bit over the past few months.”

“You mean kicking your ass?”

“I will break those sunglasses,” you mutter dangerously, a threat that Gojo takes seriously for once as he shuts his mouth…

…right before he opens it again, lowering his shades and glancing at the frame to say, “They are a bit ugly. But I guess I can get used to it.”

You wonder if it’s your head making up that small glimpse of appreciation in those unwavering bright orbs that stare right back at you.

It’s probably an illusion. You did work on these sunglasses for way too long, your body must be craving sleep.

You nod tersely, followed by a light slap to his chest. “Good. Now leave my home, I got stuff to do.”

“Throwing out the guest so soon?! And I thought you were going to miss me!”

“Ha, you wish!” You send him a determined smile. “In a year I’ll be at the same school, kicking your ass instead.”

Gojo chuckles, pushing his shades up the bridge of his nose before he turns around and languidly waves goodbye. “Just don’t fall behind.”

–

You can sense him behind you, turbulent waves bouncing off him and shrouding you in darkness, looming like a heavy, gray cloud that’s about to release torrential downpour.

Yet his face remains passive as he sits beside you on the engawa, refusing to meet your imploring eyes while he contemplates the mixture of purple, orange and pink seamlessly blending in the sky, a dawn almost too peaceful after all the events that transpired last night in Shinjuku.

“Shoko told me–“

“I took care of it,” he cuts in, and you hate that his face is still–if not more–indecipherable, even with those bandages removed.

His uniform is still bloody, now dried, red stains belonging to another person.

Pursing your lips anxiously, you look at your twiddling fingers, attempting to retrieve fading memories of a man with long, dark locks and that contagious close-eyed smile.

You know you should feel anger. Guilt. Sorrow. The aching pain that his best friend is no doubt feeling now. But all you can recognize is numbness, a dazed sensation that cannot be solely attributed to the lack of sleep these past twenty-four hours.

Because you already mourned for Geto Suguru a decade ago. It’s impossible to open a wound that’s already turned into an ugly scar.

But you know the white-haired shaman next to you let his sore fester, one he did not see coming to haunt him. One he thought he could hide away.

Until now.

“Here,” you whisper, gently placing a pair of sunglasses on his lap as you see him tiredly rubbing his eyes. Instead of putting them on he soundlessly places them to the side, an action that immediately makes you worried. For the first time you’re wishing he’d crack a joke, no matter how dumb it is.

“Satoru, you need to rest. Let me take you home.”

It’s almost scary how unusually quiet he is, but the resolute shake of his head speaks volumes, head leaning on your shoulder as his slender fingers on your wrist slowly move upwards until they intertwine with yours.

And you let him instantly relax into you despite it being an uncomfortable position, allow him to share his pain, a burden you’re fine with carrying.

“You need to invest in better eye equipment,” you muse, giving a reassuring squeeze of his hand before you let his head fall onto your lap and begin to tenderly stroke his hair. “Shoko complained about you stealing her bandages, again.”

“Did she?” You can barely hear his mumble, his voice thick with drowsiness.

“She did, but we can discuss ideas later.”

“Mhhmmm.”

And there’s so much to talk about, even if he won’t outwardly admit it or even divulge such information. So much to ask him.

But his eyes remain closed and breaths slowed, his head clear as you observe a tranquility that only comes when one’s asleep.

So you let him rest, let him dream of happier times as you become his watchful eyes, if only for a few hours.

A/N: reader’s CT allows her to manipulate paper with cursed energy. Sorry if the jumps seemed really random, that’s cause they were💀I’m not sure where I’ll fit these moments into the series but that’s a problem for another day hehe

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #will likely be privatizing this later today bc! insecure! about! writing! and feeling iffy about this

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thexanwillshine · 3 years

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Author: thexanwillshine (twitter, ao3) Pairings: Levi x Hange Cross-Postings: AO3 Notes: made for Day 2: Confessions of Levihan Week 2021

“But Levi,” Hange whines as she slumps her head on the back of her sofa and closes her eyes. “Kissing scenes are so tricky to write.”

Perhaps it’s the fact that it’s almost 5:30 in the morning. It could also be because he's tired from lack of sleep. Whatever the case, Levi Ackerman’s filter completely disappears when he asks, “Do you need a demonstration?”

Levi Ackerman can argue that every writer he’s met is always a little bit more eccentric than the average person, but no one proves his theory more than Hange Zoë.

Hange wakes him up in the middle of the night, voice screeching on the phone in her excitement. He responds groggily—as one does when their sleep is disturbed at an ungodly hour by an overly-excited author who acts as if they’ve just found out the answers to the universe—and tries to keep himself sober enough to understand what in the goddamn fuck Hange was talking about this time.

“Levaaiiii,” she says, drawling out his name in a manner that was both annoying and endearing, “I’ve figured it out!”

He can almost imagine the look on her face: starry-eyed in her joy, mouth stretched wide into a grin, fingers shaking as she bounces in glee, shifting her weight from the heels of her feet to the tips of her toes . . .

And Levi exhales in both relief and the tiniest hint of delight, because this is exactly how he wants Hange to be: happy .

Nevertheless, he replies “Figured what out?” snarkily.

Hange’s response comes out quickly, as if she needed to say everything that had to be said in the span of five seconds or less. “So you know how I’ve been trying to write a fiction novel because I wanted to get out of my comfort zone?”

Levi hums in acknowledgement as he fixes the covers over his legs before turning on his bedside lamp. He leans back on the bed frame and closes his eyes to listen to her ramble.

“So I was thinking, I wanted to write a romance novel, because you know how people fall in love and stuff?”

“No Hange, I’ve never heard of that concept in my entire life,” Levi says in a deadpan voice.

Hange laughs, because of course she would know that’s his pathetic attempt at lighthearted conversation. Levi is glad that she knows him better than most people, and it is this sense of familiarity that made him feel particularly comfortable when graced with her presence.

“Just because you’ve never fallen in love before doesn’t mean it’s not real, Levi!” Hange tells him in jest.

Wrong, Levi thinks.

“After all, you’ve probably never wanted to kiss someone your entire life!”

Wrong, Levi thinks.

“Sure, Hange.”

He rolls his eyes at her teasing, because yes, Levi has fallen in love—and maybe, just maybe, he’s still on the road to understanding what it meant to treasure someone far more than just a regular friend.

He shakes off such thoughts before maneuvering Hange back to the initial reason why she had called. “So, what did you want to tell me?”

“I finished,” she proclaims on the phone, her voice proud, “I finished writing the first ten chapters.”

Levi blinks in confusion before sitting straight up, the information processing in his mind that was still a bit drunk with sleep. “You what?” “I couldn’t stop writing,” Hange told him sheepishly, detecting the slightest hint of concern in her editor’s voice, “I’ve been writing for the past 24 or so hours. Maybe more.”

Levi grunts in annoyance, pulling the covers away from his body and jumping out of his unmade bed. He runs a hand through his dark locks, sighing. “Four-eyes, you need to get some sleep.”

“But Levi,” Hange says in protest, “I need you to read my draft. There are some parts I just don’t think are super natural.”

“And I was sleeping like a regular human being,” Levi retorted as he shrugged off his shorts. After that, he put on jeans that he had recently washed before patting down the shirt he was wearing in a pathetic attempt to get rid of the wrinkles that had accumulated while he tossed and turned in bed.

“Oh my gosh, Levi, I didn’t realize the time!” Hange replies, and he can almost feel her guilt starting to set in. “You should go back to sleep,” she immediately adds. “Take care of yourself!”

Levi slips on his rubber shoes and grabs his umbrella before answering. “Coming from you? Not that credible.”

Hange laughs light-heartedly, and his heart flutters just a tiny bit. Levi pushes the feeling away almost as quickly as it had come.

“Have you eaten?” he asks, almost dreading the reply.

There was none.

“Hange,” he calls, but there’s still no response. “Hange. Answer me,” he says firmly, prodding her on. “Have you eaten?”

The laughter that comes out from the other end is nervous. “Woops.”

Levi sighs. He opens his car door and slips inside smoothly, grabbing his keys from his pocket and starting the engine. “Hange, you’re supposed to eat.”

“Sorry,” she tells him honestly. “I really didn’t want to ruin my momentum. I can’t believe I forgot.” She mumbles her second sentence, sounding almost deep in thought. “I’ll go find food now! Want me to email you the working draft? You can look at it in the morning when you wake up.”

“No need,” Levi tells her, placing his phone on his dashboard and accelerating his car. “I’m on the way.”

“Levi!” Hange exclaimed excitedly as she heard her doorbell ring at around four in the morning.

She rushes to the door in delight, opening it to reveal Levi standing in front of her, a paper bag in his hand and a jacket half-heartedly slung over his shoulder.

“Hi,” he greets calmly, before walking inside and letting himself in.

Inwardly, Hange thanks whatever god is out there for her foresight. Her unit was relatively clean since she hadn’t really done anything since Levi’s last visit. The place seemed to pass Levi’s health protocols, since he sat on her couch and placed the paper bag on the table right across from him.

“Eat,” he tells her, crossing his arms over his chest.

Hange grins, before plopping down beside him and opening the paper bag. “What did you get me?”

“You’ll see.”

She raises an eyebrow at his ambiguity, before taking a glimpse inside the paper bag.

The smell of quesadillas immediately fills the room, and Hange lets out a soft squeal, taking out the food from the bag quickly.

“Oh my gosh,” Hange says as she nudges him on the shoulder. “You also got me onion rings! You know me too well, Levi.”

“Unfortunately,” Levi responds sarcastically, and Hange laughs almost automatically.

As Hange hums in glee, picking apart the paper wrapped around the food items, Levi maintains his silence. They stay like that as Hange eats. Every so often, she would comment about how the amount of cheese was perfect and how the onion rings just about melted in her mouth. Levi alternates between watching her eat and scrolls through his phone placidly.

Soon, he chooses to break the silence. “So where’s your draft?”

Hange is munching on her last piece of quesadilla when she glances in his direction. “Oh, it’s on my laptop! I can’t believe I forgot to tell you, this food was just so good.”

Levi stands up and heads on over to Hange’s room, gently pushing the door open and scanning the area for her laptop. On top of her unmade bed was a half open Macbook Pro, which he gently took before returning to his seat beside Hange.

Without hesitation, Levi opens the laptop and inputs the password. For some reason, Hange made it his birthday—1225—because she claimed that no one would guess such a random date. He is greeted with a blaring Google Docs document entitled “a;lskfjdk.”

“Nice title you got there,” he comments, and Hange chuckles.

“I didn’t want to think of a title yet, okay!” Hange pouts, and Levi nudges her foot gently in an attempt to comfort her from his own teasing.

He scans the document first before reading it. Hange is a good writer, but fiction is an entirely new genre for her. Immediately, he notices common habits from writing research papers leak into her new work: overexplaining, using words that are too formal for her target audience, sentences a little bit void from emotion.

He takes note of these comments on her notes app before going over her draft again, this time more meticulously than he had done previously. During this time, Hange finishes eating, wraps her trash and tosses them all inside the paper bag before standing up and dumping the entire thing inside her garbage bin.

“Levi,” she calls as she washes her hands through the sink faucet. Levi gives her the smallest hint that he’s listening by raising his eyebrow, but he doesn’t take his gaze away from her laptop. “I’m going to take a shower,” she announces, and he waves his hand dismissively.

Hange smiles to herself. Levi is always nagging her whenever she would accidentally hyperfixate on her writing, but he acts the same way when reading her works.

When Hange stepped inside the shower, Levi was already conducting a deep dive in her third chapter. The gears in his head slowly begin to turn as he begins to analyze her work.

The story revolved around the tales of the people who went to the clinic. The first chapter was a brief introduction on who the main characters were: There’s Janelle, a bright-eyed psychologist whose passion influenced the people around her. Together with El and Bea, her trusted assistants studying under her guidance, they would aid the people who went to the Hopiatria Clinic seeking care.

Meanwhile, the second chapter featured a child who felt as if she was being blamed for the death of her mother by her father. Her mother had died in a plane crash shortly after the young girl wished that her mom could go home on her sixth birthday. Janelle talks to the child gently while El and Bea provide emotional support, offering the child toys and biscuits whenever the need arises.

The third chapter was trickier, and it was there that Levi noticed a twist in Hange’s writing. The story revolved around a boy busy getting her doctorate, and a young girl who had been in love with him ever since they were in college. It’s the young girl who comes to Janelle’s office, and she relays the tale of her unrequited childhood romance to the psychologist.

The young girl is passionate, and wanted to take a step forward in order to guide her towards falling out of love with her best friend. Janelle presents two suggestions: (1) confession, while being fully-open to the possibility of rejection, and (2) accepting rejection without confession. The young girl decides to go with the first option, but to her surprise, the boy returns her feelings.

Everything seemed well-written up until the end of the chapter, where Hange had written,

And then they kissed.

Levi scrolled down the page, tilting his head to the side in slight confusion. That’s it? He thought, trying to find the rest.

Everything had been so well-described; from the girl’s internal turmoil—caused by her fear of destroying their friendship and the pain that came with unrequited love—to the boy confessing his own emotions for her.

The ending was anticlimactic, to say the least.

As he blinked at the google document in confusion, already typing out his comment on her notes app, Hange emerged from the bathroom. Her hair was loose on her shoulders, wet from her shower. Wrapped around her waist is his bathrobe, which she had borrowed from him long ago and never bothered to return it.

Levi scoffs as he glances in her direction. Here she was, parading with the cloth on and rubbing that specific fact in his face.

“Hey,” Hange greeted, smiling as she ran a hand through her brown locks, “How’s the reading going?”

“It was okay until the third chapter,” Levi says honestly, pointing the laptop screen in her direction. “The ending’s anticlimactic.”

Hange hummed, pursing her lips together. “Yeah. I didn’t really know how to end it,” she tells him as she opens her cabinet and grabs a few pieces of clothing. “Give me a bit, I’m going to change.”

She disappears into her room and Levi focuses on her story, trying to think of a way to spur Hange on and perhaps actively improve the ending’s writing.

Hange emerges in a loose t-shirt (which was, once again, his) and shorts. She sits down right beside him, leaning over his shoulder to glance at her laptop and read the specific line that particularly irked Levi.

“It’s that one, right?” Hange asks, pointing at the last sentence. “And then they kissed.”

“Yeah,” Levi responds, shaking his head. “Everything was so well-written up ‘till that point. You were able to describe the emotions perfectly, and the narration’s not that bad . . save for a few paragraphs that maybe should’ve stayed in your research papers.”

Hange chuckles. “Old habits die hard,” she responds, before taking her Macbook from his lap and transferring it to hers. “So what should I write?”

Levi shrugs. “I’m just your editor. You’re the writer.”

Hange pouts. “Yeah, but I don’t know how to make this better.”

“Maybe describe the scene more,” Levi suggests. “Everything ended so abruptly. Every emotion you’ve created and built disappeared in that one line.”

She nods in agreement. “But Levi,” Hange whines as she slumps her head on the back of her sofa and closes her eyes. “Kissing scenes are so tricky to write.”

Hange’s eyes shoot open immediately, and Levi’s face turns red just as quickly.

“F-Forget it,” he says, interrupting her just when he saw Hange open her mouth to speak. Any semblance of calm in his body disappears immediately, and his heart starts pounding against his chest in a rhythm that reminds him too much of a beating drum.

Hange, however, looks elated.

“You want to kiss me?” she tells him in excitement, blinking at him. “I’d like that. It could help me write this scene, you know.”

Levi looks away. “It was just a spur of the moment question.”

“So, you’re not going to kiss me?”

He actively avoids her gaze because he can already see from his peripheral vision that she looks sad, disappointed even. He grunts in response, closing his eyes and focusing his attention on a random spot on the wall.

“Oh,” Hange replies, “Well, I thought it was a good idea.”

Contrary to popular belief, Levi does want to kiss Hange. More than anything.

There were many reasons why: Because she looks so handsome and beautiful at the same time, and her very smile could light up any room she’d walk into. Because she says his name in the most endearing way. Because she understands his flaws. Because she has one of the kindest hearts he’s ever seen. Because she welcomes him with open arms, not a single thread of hesitation in her mind.

Most of all, it was simply because she was Hange.

He steals a glance in her direction, and she’s slightly fiddling with the hem of his shirt, her head downcast. Her sad expression tugs at hi

Levi thinks he’s already in this too deep, so he decides to speak.

“Did you want me to kiss you?”

From his periphery, he sees her look up at him so quickly he thought her neck would break. “What would you do if I said yes?”

He doesn’t dare turn his head in her direction when he replies quietly, “What do you think?”

“Would you kiss me?” Hange asks inquisitively, tilting her head to the side.

Levi’s heart skips a beat.

“Maybe,” he says in a voice barely above a whisper. “If you’d let me.”

Hange is silent for a moment, and Levi thinks this is it, I’m going to be rejected, but he feels a gentle finger touch his chin and turn his head in Hange’s direction.

He is met with her brown orbs, shining just a bit in what seemed like hidden glee. He cocks an eyebrow at her then, confused.

“I’m letting you,” Hange says, laughing. “Kiss me, I mean.” Her face is already slowly nearing his, and he can almost see the way her thick lashes brushed against her skin.

Slowly, Levi raises his head just a tiny bit and responds against her lips, “Okay.”

Hange smiles and closes the distance between them, wrapping her arms around his neck as he does the same around her waist. She tastes like the peppermint of her toothpaste, smells like his shampoo (which he had kept in her apartment since he always found himself staying over), and felt warm as her skin made contact with his. Hange's lips are gentle, slow, and a little shy—so different from how she usually is. Levi knows it’s because she doesn’t want to scare him off, so he makes the first move and nips at her lower lip, taking it between his teeth and sucking it gently.

She lets out a moan, and Levi takes this as a sign to continue. He slides his hand over her back, and she shudders and deepens the kiss at the same time. Her tongue meets his, and they battle for dominance. Hange’s hand sweeps over his undercut and pushes him towards him, and it is then that he lets out a sound that vaguely resembles pleasure.

After a few minutes, Hange whispers “Levi,” as her lips make contact with his. He hums in response, pulling his lips away from her and connecting his forehead with hers.

“Hange,” he says, breathless.

“Is this you telling me you like me?” Hange asks, closing her eyes.

He doesn’t form a reply through words, but he nods and closes his eyes as well.

“Great,” Hange tells him, pecking his lips with her own. “Because I like you too. Ever since I met you, I’ve liked you. Even though you were so rude to me on the first day of college.”

He chuckles silently in relief, pulling her closer to him before placing his chin on her shoulder. “Think you’ll be able to write the ending now that you know what a kiss feels like?”

Hange laughs, and it vibrates against his shoulder as she hugs him tighter. “It’s exhilarating. I probably wouldn’t be able to put into words how good I feel that you like me back.”

“Try,” Levi teases.

“Well . . . you know that alternative title I wrote for the fictional novel?”

Levi’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “The keyboard smash?”

Hange nods. “Yeah. That’s exactly what I feel like right now.”

a;lskfjdk.

#levihan #levi x hange #levihanweek 2021 #LHW 2021 #LHWeek Day 2

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shinygoku · 2 years

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Kanto (Pokémon Region) kind of sucks.

Y’know, from a quality of living in it point of view.

It’s so urbanised there’s no wide open spaces, the only nature is tiny fringe areas around the cities, extremely regimented right-angled routes, a menacing forest filled with bugs, and awful nightmarish cave systems. The largest single Pokémon habitat is the Safari Zone, something between a nature preserve and a tourist attraction.

Most of the Kanto Pokémon themselves are Poison type, either formed by pollution or thriving from the ambient levels of it. The singular Ghost family is all Poison. Pokémon also swarm around in disused buildings, like the Powerplant (oddly empty of people. Was that before or after Zapdos roosted there?) and the Cinnabar Island Mansion.

The latter of which is filled with the horrors Science can do. Reading the papers sheds light on what made Mewtwo so hostile and why he’d wanna go hang out in a cave instead. While less foreboding, Ditto, Voltorb, Magnemite and Porygon also seem to be man made mons, either purposefully or through unexplained mutations, though the latter category seems to be the case with the aforementioned Pollution Pokémon of Grimer and Koffing.

Other mons are treated poorly, with Lapras being hunted to near extinction, Magikarp being sold as a grift, Slowpoke having their tails cut off, and Team Rocket having 1 confirmed kill on the mother Marowak. While there is a dedicated cemetery for departed Pokémon, the graves were later moved for human convenience, to repurpose the resting place as a Radio Tower! The Casino started as a Front for Team Rocket, but even under new ownership there are again Live Mons given away as prizes for gambling enough. Multiple trainer classes, including one of the Gym Leaders, use whips!!

There’s odd subtext of hostility and abuse of power in the Kanto games:

A drunk old man blocks your path (in the Localised ver, he just needs Coffee lol)

Some annoying kid forcibly drags you to Brock’s Gym if you try to pass

The Nugget Bridge gauntlet (which also seems to be a Team Rocket scheme, were the kid trainers aware of that?!)

Bikes cost more money than you can carry even though there’s a huge Bike only route, which itself is full of hostile people

The guards posted around Saffron City (the big crossroad town of the region) who only let you through upon being given a bribe (of water, but as all 4 were allegedly thirsty, how come they decide to suddenly be Good at the same time??)

Also in Saffron City is the Psychic Gym forcing the Fighting Gym into obscurity

Your Rival ....Green/Blue who is the Professor’s Grandson and who tries to stop you getting a map, as well as being written as a friend turned bully before the events of the game and constantly puts you down on your adventure

But even then, you don’t play as someone totally virtuous, you grab whatever isn’t nailed down as par the RPG course, but beating up a nerd for a Fossil and taking an Eevee from an apartment are a little beyond the norm. But then again, Team Rocket aren’t even subtle about their goals or operation. People just do whatever!

There plain ass doesn’t seem to be much to do, either trawling around in cities where a big shopping mall is in 1 town only, a museum in an even more boring town, hostile “natural” areas or... Pokémon battles. You can see why everyone and their grandma challenges you.

I’m not saying all this makes the setting a bad game, though! I kind of love the Edge and the Grime! Kanto games are very flawed but the way it managed to weave a lot of insidious subtext into the games is pretty impressive, though I can’t be sure how much was intended lol

...I admit I almost completely forgot about the Sevii Islands, but I simply have no idea what they’re like as I never played FRLG and they seem to be gone again in Let’s-A Go lmao

While it’s unfairly overplayed as hell compared to the other regions, it really stands out for the Cruddiness! Johto, Hoenn and Sinnoh all feel like Ghibli paradises in comparison, and the later regions not based on parts of Japan all have a different flavour even when they’re quite urbanised too. (I’d like to go into the other 3 regions of the first Tetralogy some time, they’re what I know and love the most ;3c)

Disclaimer: My observations on Pokémon Kanto are not indicative of how the real Kantō region of Japan may have been in the 90’s.

#Kanto #Kanto Region #Kanto (Pokemon)#Kanto Pokemon #The version of Kanto that is the resident Cashcow at GameFreak and not the large region of Japan in real life #Even on the HGSS map as shown here it looks like it was designed with a set square!#I get GB limitations and all don't worry #there's prolly more I coulda gone into with the initial wave of Mons and the differences after 3 years #like how Cinnabar is obliterated by a Volcano and forces Blaine into becoming a hermit lmao #is that delayed Karma for his part in the Mewtwo affair? Hmm~!#but I also wanna get my point across in less than 8 pages for this one and do minimal checking because I grew up with Gen 1 baybee #I dunk on it out of love (and rebellion at GF pushing it so bloody hard)#Basically Kanto (Pkmn) is like A Nice Place To Visit #but you wouldn't wanna stay there!#...wow Ash's globetrotting makes even more sense now hahah #Pokemon Red #Pokemon Blue #Pokemon Green #Pokemon Yellow #Pokemon FRLG #Pokemon Let's Go #Pokemon RBGY #I think that's enough tags even though I can think of other game alts :v

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libraryofnesta · 3 years

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Tied to Ruin

ao3 link

Summary:

Cassian and Nesta were lovers, partners in crime. They did everything together. That is until tragedy strikes, causing Nesta to run away, far from everything she once knew.

Over five years later, Nesta is living life to as full as it can get. It’s not until an incident occurs that drags her into far more than she bargained for.

Notes:

thanks so much for reading. i'm a huge hoe for exes to lovers, so i have like 20 ideas in my head, and this is one of them. It's multichapter. i'm not sure how long this is gonna be, but definitely over ten chapter. this fic has two timelines. One will show them from when they're kids to teens, and one while they're adults. Both will occur at the same time, so things will start to unravel as you read.btw! velaris is gonna be like a super small town in new york. like no one knows about it.

TW: implied domestic violence, nothing graphic.

Chapter 1: lonely beds, different cities

Words, how little they mean

When you're a little too late

I stood right by the tracks

Your face in a locket

Good girls, hopeful they'll be and long they will wait

Sad Beautiful Tragic

Taylor Swift

2016, Small Town Velaris

“Please,” she whispers, voice hoarse. Nesta is practically begging at this point, but she has nothing else to relent to. “We can get out of here.” She swallows hard when he doesn’t reply. “We’re still young Cassian, we can still-”

“Nesta.” He says. It's one word, but it makes her pause. He rarely calls her Nesta. It’s always ‘Nes’ or ‘Sweetheart.’

“I can’t.”

Their lives have changed so drastically over the past few weeks. Nesta’s whole childhood is here. Everything she’s ever known. She’s not sure how much more of it she can handle now.

She’s well aware of the tears streaming down her face. Nesta doesn’t know what she can say to convince him, so she says the one thing that she’s been repeating over and over.

“You can…”

Cassian’s face seems to harden. The look he gives her makes her take a step back. He hasn’t looked at her like that in years. “Go ahead and leave Nesta.”, he says, voice rising. “Go live that picture perfect you always wanted. I won’t stop you.”

“Not everyone wants what you do.”

2021 New York, Manhattan

Something about leaving Valkyrians still makes her feel at odds. She’s not as resistant to the sight of blood anymore, and she’s not sure if she can ride a motorcycle as well as she used to. There are still parts that linger though. She still remembers how to throw a punch. A damn good one too. She still feels uneasy when someone walks in the same direction for too long though. It might be the worst part of it all.

Nesta doesn’t do much for fun. She doesn’t dance as much as she likes. The amount of books she reads has decreased. Her days consist of work and eating, even though she skips more meals than she should. But she’s free. That’s what really matters, doesn’t it?

The muscles in Nesta’s body ache. She just finished a seven hour shift, and got a promotion that pays much better. Nesta wants to celebrate. She wants to talk to someone. It’s been so long since she’s talked to anyone. The fear of someone finding out about her past is lodged so deep in her head it caused her to isolate. The simple way of putting it is she has no friends.

Coworkers are the only source of non-work related conversation she engages in. It’s always small talk too. Just as Nesta is about to fall asleep, she rubs her eyes and forces herself to stay awake. Getting up from the lumpy couch, Nesta walks to her cabinet, grabbing a random mug and pouring wine into it. Once she gets a better look at the mug, she can’t help but scoff.

It’s ironic. Complaining about being lonely. It’s almost like she chose loneliness. She loves the quiet. When she was younger, all she wanted was alone time. She dreads it now. Nesta gets up after finishing her glass. She’s a bit drowsy, and is way too tired to walk all the way to her room. Instead Nesta walks back over to her couch. She lies horizontally, staring into the abyss until she eventually falls asleep.

She dreams of seeing him that night. It’s a regular occurrence. It’s lessened over the years, but never fully disappeared. The image of him is blurry. It’s not as precise as it used to be. She hates still thinking of him. It doesn’t stop her from reminiscing a little though.

Her being upset makes sense of course. They’d known each other for over ten years, hating one another at first. Eventually, he began to grow on her. Their bickering had become playful, before they once again became estranged.

“Cassian?”

The figure turns around, and he knocks the wind out of her. His hair is out of it’s usual bun. He gives her that familiar boyish smile, walking towards her and putting an arm on her.

“Missed me Sweetheart?”, he says, ruffling her hair a bit. Nesta scrunches her nose in response.

“You wish.”

He rolls his eyes. “Yeah yeah whatever.” He talks for a while. Nesta’s barely paying attention. It’s just nice to hear his voice again. He asks her what she’s reading, and she replies the same every time. It’s silent after a while. They’ve talked themselves out. It’s a nice silence though. Her favorite silence.

Cassian stares at her for a few seconds, giving her a soft smile and pushing a loose hair behind her ear.

“Come back,” he whispers.

Her breath stutters. “It’s been five years, Cass,” she mutters, breaking eye contact. Her eyes flicker between the ground and his face, gauging his reaction.

He doesn’t stop looking at her.

“I didn’t want to leave,” said Nesta. There’s a lump in her throat.

He scrubs a hand over his face. “Yet here we are.”

“You know why I left.”

Her eyes feel like they’re beginning to water. “I asked you to come with me. You’re the one who didn’t.”

Cassian looks to the side. He looks impassive, yet also emotionless. “You’re the one who ran away, Nesta.”

“I didn’t run away.”

He scoffs in response. “Keep telling yourself that.” Cassian starts walking away. It’s cloudy and has no solid ground or sky. At that moment she remembers where she really is. Nesta stands there, waiting until he fully fades away. It always feels too real.

The dreams always end like that.

Nesta can barely pry her eyes open when she wakes up. She has the next two weeks off. Her boss, Helion, had insisted she take a week or two off, since the bar was under a small renovation. She checks her phone and it reads 12:03. Jesus, she really had overslept.

In all honesty Nesta had no idea what to do with her free time. Maybe she’ll finally finish that book she started months ago. But in reality Nesta knows all she’ll do is go to a bar and let a stranger fuck her into oblivion until she kicks them out or leaves.

By the time Nesta leaves her house it’s around 3:00. She goes to the coffee shop next door. She orders a coffee and sits in the corner of the room. Nesta somehow feels like the center of attention. It’s an empty shop, but it feels like all eyes on her. The room feels too cold.

The feeling follows her when she goes to the local bookstore. It’s crowded, but the area is quiet. Nesta browses through the shelves, sticking to the romance section. She holds a few books. It’s not until Nesta drops one, people begin to look at her. It makes a loud thump hitting the floor. Several pairs of eyes turn to her. The cover is of a shirtless man too.

Fuck , she thinks, This is embarrassing. Nesta purses her lips, hand curling into a fist as she puts the book back on it’s shelf.

It’s around 5:00 when she takes the train home. Nesta spent the rest of her day at the park, not wanting to stay at home. It doesn’t feel like home as much as she’d like it to though. Finally, Nesta makes it home.

She’s in an empty parking lot. The area she lives in is pretty small. Nesta knows basically everyone in her apartment complex. It’s a tiny place. She never talks to anyone, but they do acknowledge each other. Barely anyone has a car either, herself included. So it is a bit weird to see an unrecognizable car. It’s odd, but Nesta thinks nothing of it. It’s probably just someone visiting.

Nesta goes into her apartment, before leaving once more to go to the bar that’s the second closest to her apartment. She’s usually working at this time, flirting with customers and taking them home when her shift ends.

The bar is crowded and loud. Lights are flashing, voices yelling, bodies moving. It’s out of her comfort zone. She’s been doing this for years and is still isn’t used to it. She sits on one of the stools where the drinks are served. A girl approaches her. Nesta never approaches anyone. She can’t see clearly in the light. The girl’s hair is brunette, though her roots are dark. Her brown skin illuminates in the flickering light.

“Hey”, she says “I’m Nora” Nora extends her hand to her. Nesta smirks in response, resting her elbow on the counter grasping her hand with the other.

“I’m Mila,” she says. No matter what she does, Nesta will never use her real name. Nora’s eyebrows raise. Nesta can see her lick tongue move as it pushes on her skin.

“Pretty name.”

They talk for around five minutes. It’s all small talk. They drink while they talk. Most of the things she responds with are lies anyways. Nora grasp’s her arm with her hand. “Wanna get out of here?” she asks. Her words are slurred, and Nesta has to restrain herself from flinching.

Something in her head tells her not to let anyone in her house though. Something is wrong, but she can’t put her mind on it. The idea of letting a stranger in her house sends goosebumps across her arms. Before, she’d never question it twice. Now that she thinks of it, doing this practically screams stranger danger. Especially with her past, this person could be anyone. Nesta slowly probes herself from the girl.

“I’ve gotta go”, she says. “Sorry, but there's something I need to do.” The girl doesn't seem to mind, either too drunk to care, or only looking for a one night stand. She nods, before introducing herself to someone else. Nesta feels her chest lighten, exiting the crowded bar to call an uber.

Whenever it’s quiet, she always reminisces.

2006, Small Town Velaris

Nesta wakes up and finds herself stranded. She has no idea where she is. She’s lying in a bed inside a mostly empty room. There’s only a few pieces of furniture, a stool and a drawer. It’s relatively small. The last thing she remembers is being in a car with her sisters and parents. She hears voices outside of the room yelling.

“You expect me to leave-”

“Her father is-”

“She’s nine what would she-”

“So what if she’s young!”

“-s innocent so what if-”

She hears a loud smack. The silence after is deafening. The voices are quiet after, whispers. Afterwards, Nesta hears footsteps approaching. She scrunches her eyes shut, trying to pretend to be asleep. Nesta hears the door open and close. A hand lays on her forehead. As the person removes it, a calming voice talks. “Are you awake?” Nesta slowly looks at the person, opening only one eye, then another. She sees a woman with black hair and tan skin. Her cheeks are flushed and she has a small smile on her face.

The woman squats down so she’s the same height as the bed Nesta is laying on. “Hi,” the woman whispers, voice solemn and comforting. “My names Aurora,” she says. Nesta squishes her lips together. She’s confused and feels like crying. Nesta doesn’t cry though. She’s pretty sure her eyes water though, because Aurora strokes her hair and whispers, “It’s okay to cry.”

Nesta gasps and shakes her head. “Mommy says I’m not supposed to cry.” Aurora seems to be shocked silent. The silence makes Nesta become aware of everything that is happening. She slowly sits up. Once her feet are off the bed, Nesta quickly sprints to the door, opening it and running out. She has no idea where she’s going.

Suddenly, Nesta is hit with a hard impact, and falls down on her butt. She looks up and sees two boys. They’re both around the same height. They have the same dark hair too, except one is longer than the other. Nesta gets up and brushes off the dust on her leggings.

She notices it then. The leggings. She’s never worn pants before.

It’s also when she notices the juice smeared across one of the boy's shirts. It’s the long haired one’s. He drops the red cup to the ground and makes an angry noise. “That was my favorite shirt.”

Nesta feels sheepish as she whispers a quiet, “Sorry.”

The one with longer hair whispers to the other boy, obviously meaning for her to hear too. “She’s probably not even double digits.” The other boy is quiet, looking at the ground. He seems nervous and shy.

Nesta feels a sense of outrage course through her. She pouts, crossing her arms. “I’m almost ten. I’m nine and a half” The boy crosses his arms too.

“Well I’m ten and a half,” he says.

“Cassian,” Aurora scolds. “Play nice.” She puts a hand on Nesta’s shoulder and bends down. “I need to talk to…” She doesn’t continue.

Nesta turns towards her, and realizes she needs her name. “Nesta,” she says.

Aurora smiles, “That’s a wonderful name.”

Cassian still seems angry. “I think it’s stupid.” Aurora sighs and gets up. “Azriel”, she says to the other boy. He hadn’t talked the whole time, Nesta almost forgot he was there. “Make sure he stays out of trouble. And Cassian, please change your shirt.” The two (stupid) boys walk away. Once they’re from a far enough distance, Aurora looks back down at her. “I have to talk to you about something.”

2021 New York, Manhattan

Nesta walks into her apartment tired and half asleep. Once inside her apartment, she changes into more comfortable clothes, sweatpants and a grey t-shirt.

Nesta’s about to go to bed, until she hears the sound of glass shattering and liquid spilling. She freezes, thinking about the mug of wine she left out.

No.

Nesta scrambles towards the kitchen and grabs a flashlight from a cabinet, flashing the light to the ground. The mug is shattered to pieces, and she can still see little droplets of wine. The words aren’t visible anymore, letters broken and unreadable.

There’s no way it could’ve fallen on its own. It was in the middle of her counter. Unless...

Suddenly it all makes sense. The unrecognizable car in the parking lot. The uneasy feeling in her stomach. The constant nagging in her head, telling her that something is wrong.

She thinks about calling the police but goes against it. Years in a fucking biker gang taught her better then to trust those scumbags.

She always kept a gun in her house. Just in case. She really hates how no matter what she does. she’ll always be connected to this.

The person inside her apartment most definitely knows where she is. Nesta grabs a broom, sweeping the glass shards into an empty bag. She can fix it later. Tying it up, Nesta leaves it on her counter.

There's a wall blocking the entrance to her bathroom. She walks towards it, opening and closing the door so it seems she went inside. Grabbing her gun from the small drawer, Nesta lays her back against the wall, barely peeking out the wall, but just enough so she can see them as they crawl out from behind her couch.

The figure moves stealthily, back turned towards her. If she weren’t directly staring at it, there would be no way of knowing it was there. The moves look familiar, but she can’t put her mind on it. The moonlight shines on them so she can see the most obvious features. It’s not until the floor creaks the figure turns towards her direction. Nesta turns back to face her bathroom door, hands drawn to tight fists. There’s no way they hadn’t seen her. She moved too slow. Nesta peeks her head out to look again.

It’s not until she sees a familiar pair of scarred hands in the moonlight, it all comes together.

“Azriel Night?”

In dreams

I meet you in warm conversation

We both wake

In lonely beds

In different cities

And time

Is taking its sweet time erasing you

And you've got your demons

And darlin' they all look like me

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