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Promises
Part 1 | Part 2 | more coming soon
“I make no promises, I can't do golden rings, but I'll give you everything tonight”
Pairing: Mafia Leader!Jaehyun x female reader (cafe owner)
Genre: Friends to lovers au, fluff, smut and angst
Warnings: gun and violence mention, blood mention, stalking, unprotected sex, slight choking kink, slight impregnation kink, oral sex (female receiving), rough sex, overstimulation
Word Count: 6.5k
((A/N: this is a short fic series inspired by the song “Promises” by Calvin Harris & Sam Smith. It's been some time! Y/N is now a bakery shop owner! I hope you enjoy this short series, I believe there will be four parts. If you're a jujutsu kaisen fan, the Geto version will be added to our ao3 :)))
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[2 Months Later]
It’s 10:30 PM, the chairs are up and you’ve just about finished mopping the floor. Jaehyun sighs and leans back into the driver’s seat of his car. He’d been watching you every night since he left. He couldn’t stand to not be near you, or to not make sure you were out of harm's way once you left work and walked home at late hours.
If he hadn’t messed up that night, if he hadn’t been vulnerable with you and given into his heart's desires life a selfish, touch-starved man, he would still have a friend. He could keep you company when you closed the bakery, and talk to you about everything. Just like the days before that night.
You lock the front door with your keys, and start your journey home.
You sigh, dragging your hand bag over your shoulders and buttoning your coat. “Well, at least there’s no rain tonight.” Your eyes and legs are tired, and all you want to do is climb into bed and enjoy a cup of hot chocolate, maybe you’ll watch a movie. You put your headphones in and fix your hands into the coat pockets
You’re about halfway into your 25 minute walk when Jaehyun notices two men following you. As usual, he drives slowly, and without his headlights on the dark road so you don’t suspect being followed. The two men walked out of an alleyway as if they were waiting for you to pass them. Jaehyun’s brows furrow. He knew you couldn’t hear their steps because you were listening to music, but how couldn’t you feel their presence?
“Shit.” He grumbles, knowing that he will have to make himself known if he is about to stop these men.
2 minutes later and they still huddle together while walking behind you, however, you bop your head to a new song just released by your favorite k-pop group.
“Oooo I’ll have to add this one.” You say to yourself, adding the song to your Bakery’s playlist on Spotify. By the time you look back up, you see a car swerve right in front of you.
“Holy-“
“Get in!” Jaehyun unlocks the door of his coupe, which is now perpendicular to the sidewalk, blocking you in with no choice but to get in.
Your look of shock turns into one of disdain. You take your headphones out. “You’ve got some nerve.”
You walk in front of the car and flash both middle fingers before continuing home.
Jaehyun curses under his breath, swerving the car back into the street to drive beside you.
“Listen, let’s talk about it, okay? You just need to get in right now, I’ll take you home.”
“I don’t even know who you are.” You roll your eyes.
“Y/n! Stop fucking around! Get in!”
“Hey hey hey…no need to get aggressive, man…she said she’s not interested.” A strange voice says from behind you.
Before you can turn around to see his face, he drapes a heavy arm over your shoulders to stop you from walking any longer.
“Leave her alone…she told you to get lost.” Another man speaks, your eyes widen.
“You alright, sweetheart?” They turn to you, your heart begins to race as you get an immense feeling of dread.
Jaehyun quickly puts the car in park and jumps out. He walks towards them as they pull you back. “Get off of her.”
You reach out for him with pleading eyes. “J-“ you start, but you feel something circular pressing into the small of your back.
“Oh no, we’re saving her from you, she’ll be perfectly fine once you’re gone.” The man chuckles.
“Tell him to get lost or we’ll put a hole in you.” The other whispers into your ear.
You gasp and look back up at Jaehyun.
“Fuck off dude, you’re a creep. Isn’t he, sweetheart?” He presses it in more.
“I-I’m fine, just go away!” You look at Jaehyun in hopes that he will listen, one wrong move and it could be either of you with a new bloody hole to model.
Jaehyun lowers his hand and nods. “Okay.” He walks away and jumps back into the car. You feel a sense of relief, but it's short-lived as you are now subject to whatever these men want to do with you. You feel disappointment and despair. Did Jaehyun really give up on you that easily? Could he really abandon you in this moment when you needed him the most?
The men drag you back into a dark alleyway.
“Please! Leave me alone! Don’t kill me!” You beg for your life in hopes that they will just leave you alone, that they’ll have a sudden change of mind. But deep down you know they’ve been planning, they’ve finally caught a victim and don’t plan on stopping now.
They only laugh and tie your hands together behind you while you sob and plead.
“Quiet down, sweetie, you’ll live but only if you shut the hell up.”
One of the men says before throwing you into the brick wall. You grunt as you feel your back collide with the rough surface.
The man is about to say something else when you hear a sharp, high-pitched noise echo into the night. You shut your eyes, flinching when you feel blood splatter across your face.
When you open them you see the body of one of the men laid out right in front of you, a small hole in his forehead gushing out blood as his blank eyes stare at you. You scream, and the other man grabs your coat, yanking you in front of him before pressing a gun to your temple.
“Who the fuck is there?! I’ll shoot her right now!” He looks around anxiously.
The alleyway is completely dark, you can’t see anyone, but the man backs away thinking that the shot came from the right side.
He stumbles over his friend's body, releasing his tight grip on you in the process. You take it as your chance to run away. He tries to run after you, “Hey you bitch!, get back-“
Before he can finish, another shot goes off. The man lets out a blood curdling scream and drops to the ground. You quickly turn around, panting as you see his shadow finally come to light.
Jaehyun.
Your dark-haired savior walks slowly towards the crying man with a sniper gun in his hand. He lugs it around like it's nothing, but based on the length, noise, and precise shots, you know it’s heavy. You swallow hard as you watch his menacingly large figure create an engulfing shadow over the man.
As he walks under a street light that the man has dragged himself to, you see a completely unfamiliar look on Jaehyun’s face. He’s angry, no.. he’s outraged, and the dark glare in his eyes makes your heart race. Is it because he’s hot, or is it because he’s terrifying? You’re not sure.
Nonetheless, he doesn’t give the man a chance to beg. He cocks his gun and shoots his other kneecap. The man places both hands over it and cries out while laying on his back.
“No!! Please don’t! I’m sorry, we weren’t gonna hurt her!” The man cries out when he sees the grim face of Jaehyun looking down on him as he crawls away.
Jaehyun cocks his sniper gun again.
You finally snap out of your daze and run towards him. “No stop! Don't do this!” You yell out.
Jaehyun doesn’t respond to neither you nor him, he only aims for the crying man’s crotch area. He shoots him again and cocks his gun. The man struggles to back away from him as he aims it at his head.
Jaehyun is so furious, not a word escapes him, he only feels rage and sees red.
But just as he’s about to pull the trigger again, you jump onto the ground in between the gun and the man.
“Jaehyun! Stop! Please, he’s learned his lesson.” You pant, your arms till aching as they are tied behind your back.
“Move.” Jaehyun’s tone is dark, you don’t even recognize him.
You swallow hard, hoping you can get through to him. “Jaehyun..it’s not worth it, the police are gonna be here any second now, just leave.”
“I said move. I’m gonna blow his head off.”
“No! I won’t allow you to! This ends now.”
Jaehyun’s voice raises. “They put their hands on you! They were going to hurt you! They deserve nothing but pain!”
“Yes! I agree, but you’ve done enough! Get out of here!”
Suddenly, police sirens start to get louder, it's as if someone called them after hearing the shots.
“Jaehyun..help me, please.” You look up with wide eyes, and finally, Jaehyun snaps out of it.
He finally puts his gun by his side and leans down to help you up.
He looks back at the man and kicks his head hard, leaving him crotchless and bleeding out on the dirty ground alone.
The two of you run back to Jaehyun’s car.
He helps you into the passenger seat before jumping in and speeding away.
“Jaehyun, what the hell! You–you just killed someone.” You cry as he drives maniacally to your place.
“Are you okay?” He ignores your panic.
“Okay? Okay?! No I’m not fucking okay, Jaehyun, I just witnessed a murder! There’s- there’s blood all over me!”
Once at a stop light, he takes his pocket knife out and cuts your zip ties.
“Are you hurt?” He asks as he examines your soft face and body.
You sigh and look into his worried eyes. Damn it, why did he have to look at you like you’re his world? “I’m..listen I’m fine, but what you did was not okay, you just killed-“
“It’s what I do y/n.” He says lowly, calmly, but with a scary tone. The light turns green and he continues driving. The street lights illuminate his sharp features and you feel your heart drop. The man you had a deep longing for lived to kill, and killed to live, that’s the reality of it. He had no regrets whatsoever after taking a human life.
This was normal for him.
His fist tightens around the steering wheel. Your eyes catch a glimpse of the thick veins in his arms. “If something happened to you..I couldn’t live with myself..I’m sorry you had to see that, but it was necessary.”
He looks at you then quickly looks away, hiding how his eyes started to fill with water. You didn’t deserve to be treated that way. You’re just trying to get home after a long day of work. What if he wasn’t there to save you? What if he lost you? And he realizes once again why you two could never date. You’re nowhere near ready to see him for who he truly is.
You take a deep breath and relax into your seat, resting your elbow on the door. Your fingers shakily press against your temple as you look out of the window . “Jaehyun..you can’t protect me from the world..you can’t just hover around and follow me everywhere.”
“Why the hell not?” His nose scrunches.
You flick your head towards him. “Because you’re not my boyfriend! You yourself said you regretted ever meeting me, you never wanted to see me again, and yet, here you are swooping in like fucking Batman!”
Jaehyun clenches his jaw and abruptly parks his car outside of your apartment building.
“I mean nothing to you..you should start acting like I don’t.” You look down at the floor and say sternly.
He sighs. “Y/n..I—didn’t..” he stumbles over his words as you sit there in silence.
You look back up at him, and he wants to hug you, he wants to hold you and get lost in your beautiful eyes. He takes a moment to breathe in your scent, still fresh and pretty after a long day at work.
“What?” You watch him as he stares.
He sighs and looks out of the window. “You can get out now.”
You purse your lips and nod, tears threatening to escape. “...the next time I see you outside of my job, I’m going to call the police.” All this time, you knew he was watching.
Jaehyun turns back to you with a puzzled expression. Night after night, you’d seen his black sports car parked a few feet away from the bakery. You knew he was there, and you never approached him about it.
You look into his eyes before opening the door and stepping out. Jaehyun doesn’t protest as you slam the door and head inside.
Once he sees your apartment light turn on, he drives away, angry at himself once again. What if someone saw him with you? What if they knew he had a weakness and knew where that said weakness lived?
He lays in his bed after taking a hot shower and falls asleep quickly.
“Jaehyun..”
“Hnnn..” His eyes struggle to open.
“Jaehyun..baby.”
“Yes…hmmm.”
“Need you..”
Jaehyun hears your soft voice and feels your warmth. He opens his heavy eyes to see that he’s back in his car. This time he’s in the backseat with you beside him.
“Y/n..” He rubs his thumb over your cheek to check if you’re really there. You lean in and look into his eyes before kissing him deeply while closing your eyes.
Jaehyun turns his head and groans into your mouth as his tongue traces over your smooth lips. Cherry. The same cherry balm he tasted when kissed your lips the first time.
The hunger in his chest grows, he grabs you by the waist and brings onto his lap, your arms still tied behind you as you moan. He handles you like it’s nothing, pushing your skirt up your hips and to your waist before pulling you down harder onto him.
He releases your lips finally, a string of spit dropping down your chin as you whimper. He pulls his pocket knife out and quickly cuts the fabric of your underwear, a move that has your skin riddled with goosebumps in no time.
He looks at the knife, thinking about how he should also cut your zip ties, but also thinking of how he doesn’t really want to. Something about you being bound, restricted, and doomed to ride him until you swelled with his offspring made everything hotter to him.
He looks up at you while brushing his fingers over your opening. It's silky with your essence, already building just from your kiss. You throw your head back and start to grind onto them as he teases you. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispers, gazing up at your angelic face. He swears he’s already in heaven.
His fingers finally enter you, a high-pitched moan escaping you once you feel them stretching you out.
“I-I’m ready!” You move faster, finding it hard to hold back as you’re so wound up already.
He pulls his fingers out and wraps his arm around you to guide you down onto him. “Good girl…almost there.” He whispers while watching you take him in.
The sight is so satisfying, he doesn’t know if he’ll last all night. You gasp once his tip kisses your sweet spot, but you continue to move up and down like you did with his fingers.
You move easily, your essence and his pre cum being all the lubricant you need to fit him inside repeatedly. He groans, rubbing his large hands along your thighs.
“So—good, I can’t” You struggle to move steadily with your arms tied behind you, you’re close, but getting weaker. You close your eyes as tears escape.
He tilts your chin, forcing you to open your eyes and look down at him. “Don’t slow down, baby, you want me to fill you up right? Well, keep going.” He chokes you slightly as you whimper.
“Yes..please cum with me..”
He could see your breasts bouncing under your button down dress shirt from work, he could see them pop open one by one as you bounced faster. And your pussy, so warm, so tight around him. He can feel his tip twitch as you clench around him, threatening to coat your walls at any moment now.
“Oh my.. GodI!” Your head falls back. Sweat runs down into the crevice of your breasts. He grabs your waist with both hands, taking over to slam you down onto him at a faster pace. He thrusts into you aggressively, chasing after a high that he knows he’ll remember well after tonight.
If you thought you could drop him after this, you’d be so wrong. He’d never been happier, never been hungrier, never been more anxious to fuck someone into oblivion like this. He could keep going if you let him. He’d have to recover quickly just so he can do it all over again in minutes, it would be difficult, but it’s not impossible.. He had to do it for you.
“Cum for me, baby, I know you want to....yes good girl, so tight for me.” He pants, his voice is gravelly.
“Jaehyun!” You cried out one final time before his eyes flew open.
No.
Jaehyun looks up at his ceiling and feels his bed under him. It’s wet with his sweat.
His chest is heaving and his dick is painfully hard, sticking straight into the sheet above him. “Shit. It felt so real.”
He closes his eyes and rounds his fist around his dick to relieve himself, still imagining you clenching around him so beautifully while in his car.
He groans and wipes his forehead once he’s done. “This is gonna be hard.” He knows he should respect your wishes to not see him again, but deep down he knows he will have to. He knows he’s in too deep, and letting go is impossible at this point.
[One Month Later]
Jaehyun tries to let you go, he doesn’t watch you anymore..well, not every night at least.
He told himself he was getting better, and if “getting better” included installing a tracking device on your cell phone to follow you instead of watching you outside work, then yes, yes he was “getting better.”
A guy in his gang that acted as a hacker sent a virus to your phone through a text message pretending to be a K-pop album sale link. And just as he expected, you got too excited and clicked it without thinking. By the time you realized it was a scam, it was too late. He was in. You shrugged your shoulders and went about your day like nothing happened.
He didn’t track you every day but just knowing that he could when he wanted to was enough for him.
He had just welcomed a shipment with his guys, when he decided to take a break and check on you. His brows furrow when he notices you’ve stopped by a particular place between home and work once again. What could this place be? A new friend? Or.. a new man? No, you wouldn’t do that to him..or would you?
He jumps into his car and tells his guys to finish everything up before speeding away.
When he gets to his apartment, he looks the address up and finds that it’s an apartment building that belongs to a wealthy banker.
He bites his lip as he contemplates what on Earth you could want with a banker.
He relaxes into his computer chair and shrugs it off. He shouldn’t be intruding like this, it isn’t right. He’ll let you handle whatever it is you’re doing. It must be important and necessary. So he doesn’t let it bother him…that is until one day when you have a date with the man.
He watched you go out with the banker that aged you by at least 15 years. You wore a gorgeous red silk dress and did your hair up. Your skin looked immaculate and your smile shone brightly in the dim lighting of the restaurant. He watched from outside, holding himself back from marching in there and crashing the date. If Mr. Bank thought he was gonna get lucky tonight, he was very wrong.
You smile and laugh with him so much, Jaehyun can’t take it any more. He drives away.
A few hours later, you enter your apartment and kick your heels off. You shimmy your coat off before walking into the kitchen to get yourself some water.
“Where were you?” A deep voice asks from the shadows of your kitchen.
You jump up and walk backwards. “WHO-“
Jaehyun steps out with arms crossed and knitted brows. His hair is styled back to reveal his forehead, and grey shadow rests under both eyes like he hasn’t slept in days.
He still looks handsome though, his black T-shirt clinging onto his toned biceps.
“Jesus Christ!! Jaehyun WHAT THE HELL?” You quickly turn the light switch on then turn to your handbag, fumbling around for your pepper spray.
“It’s 3 fucking A.M. and you’re just now getting home.” He tilts his head, confused as to why you act like he’s intruding.
Your mouth falls open, the audacity of this man.
“Are you crazy? That’s it, I’m calling the police.” You reach for your cell phone in your bag, but as you search for it, Jaehyun walks up to you and grabs your wrist.
He quickly places your hand behind your back and backs you into the wall.
Your eyes widen as he towers over you.
“Answer the question first.” He grumbles, looking down on you like you’re some kind of criminal that’s been caught stealing.
You shake your head and gasp. “I don’t have to answer to you! I’m a grown woman!”
Jaehyun smirks as his eyes trace downward, floating from your lips to your neck and finally to your pronounced cleavage.
“This is a really nice dress, y/n, did he like it?” His eyes are filled with fire and jealousy. He looks almost disgusted as he thinks about you giving your body to someone else.
Your eyebrows raise. “You’re still following me? You’re insane!” You struggle to pull your hand away, but you pound against his chest with your other hand. He quickly grabs it by the wrist and places it above your head, like it’s nothing. His neck cranes down to get closer to your face.
“Let me go!” you yell.
He shakes his head. “Not until you answer me.”
“Somebody help me!”
He can’t help but chuckle. “Even if someone comes, do you really think they can help you? Do you want to watch another person die, y/n?”
You swallow hard, and even though he is frightening at this moment, you feel hot and lustful with the amount of power he has over you.
“What’s your problem? First, you say you regret meeting me, and now, you’re following me every day! I can't keep doing this! So what if I moved on? Yeah I fucked another man, now what? You gonna kill me?”
Jaehyun flips you around so he’s pressed against your back and you’re pressed in with both hands held by him.
You grunt as your cheek hits the wall.
Jaehyun leans into your ear and whispers. “Mr. Bank loves that cheap cologne on his dresser. I see him use it every day. But it’s funny because I don’t smell it on you. And that’s how I know you’re lying.”
Chills run up your spine.
“W-we took a shower together, did you forget that I like doing it that way?” You smirk. Jaehyun’s grip tightens as he becomes even more infuriated.
You were lying, but you liked to see him get riled up, maybe just maybe, he’d leave you alone so you could forget about him, so you didn’t have to touch yourself to the thought of him, so you didn’t have to look at the empty chair in your bakery in hopes of seeing him there one night.
“You’re intent on pushing my buttons..even with you pressed up against the wall..even with your hands behind your back. Aren’t you afraid of how bad it’ll get for you?”
You chuckle. “Are you threatening me because I just had the best sex of my life?”
Jaehyun picks you up off of the wall and lays you down onto the counter face first with a hard push.
“The best huh?” He flips the bottom of your dress up to expose your ass in your thong. He then taps two fingers against your clothed folds, you jump slightly at the unexpected contact. “And yet..your panties are still intact and you’re walking just fine.”
He continues to rub his fingers against you, pressing them in just barely. You whimper quietly. “Your skin is cold. Your thighs are dry and you’re reacting to my simple touch. You smell like you did the first time like grapefruit and berries..seems to me you’re just as untouched as the Virgin Mary.”
Jaehyun whispers so deeply, you can’t help but grow wet. Damn it, he really knew you like the back of his hand.
“And if it was the best, why were you able to go back to your place? Why didn’t you just sleep there in hopes for round two?” He still drags his fingers in and out, teasing his digits along your opening by pushing them in slowly.
“Unlike you, he begged me to stay tonight but I told him “no, I have to be at work in the morning.” You let out, you try to have a sturdy voice as you slowly unreel from his long fingers.
“Please, y/n, the more you lie, the longer this will take. You’re not the whore you claim to be..” he whispers against the back of your neck, giving you chills once more, but you shake them off and speak strongly.
“You don’t know me! I did unimaginable things with him tonight!” You wiggle to try to escape him, but the strong 6-foot something man doesn’t budge.
“Oh is that so? Show me.” He leans back and presses your wrists down with one hand while unbuckling his belt with the other. He then ties your hands behind your back with it and steps back. He sits at your dining table and waits for you to walk over.
“I’d need my hands, Jaehyun.” You roll your eyes.
“Come on y/n, see how much you can do without them..” he taps his thigh.
You sigh and walk over to him. Why did he have this control over you? What if he just ends up leaving again?
“I shouldn’t do anything for you, you’re cruel.”
Jaehyun’s low eyes trace over your body in the red silk dress as you walk over to him. “But are you doing anything for me, per se? No baby, you’re gonna use me to satisfy yourself after a disappointing date.”
His hands can’t help but find your waist. He forces you down onto his thigh but doesn’t do anything other than look into your wide eyes.
You look onto his neck and broad shoulders, you smell his simple and fresh cologne. You wish you could run your hands through his full head of hair and intertwine your fingers on it as you go dizzy.
He lets your waist go. “Or...you can just sit here and tell me you hate me. I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to, you know that.”
Your mouth falls open as you look at his lips.
“Go on..I’m listening.” He leans back and tilts his head slightly, looking down onto you with those low bedroom eyes. His gaze makes you tremble.
You’re so turned on from his touch, you continue moving against his thigh. He’d gotten you this far, why not finish it?
“I hate you because you won’t leave me alone. You send mixed signals. One day you want me, the next day you say it’s unrealistic to be with me. Make up your damn mind.” The friction of his thigh against your opening makes you light headed, but you push on.
“Before we do this again..I need to know what the hell you want from me, do you want me in your life or not?!”
“Y/n..of course I want you in my life...it’s just not safe for you..”
“Don’t you think I know that? I’ll be fine.”
He shakes his head. “I answered your question, you should answer mine..why are you home so late? What business do you have with that man?” He clenches his thigh and the sudden action makes you moan and shut your eyes tightly, you move faster.
“Jaehyun...it’s none of your business.”
He knew you were trying to get close to the bank manager so you could get another loan for your business, you needed to make improvements in the kitchen, decorations, flooring etc. and the money you made wasn’t cutting it. You figured that if you could find the right man to seduce, maybe you could get what you needed quickly.
Jaehyun knew this because he had seen the Google searches on your phone that went from “how to get a loan.” to “how to best seduce a man.” Hence, the red silk dress you wore, the glam hair, the intoxicating perfume that was quickly seducing even him as well, the high heels you wore to bring out your curves, and of course, the bra that made your cleavage noticeable to even the stars above.
“..let me protect you..and I’ll give you everything you need.” He kisses your neck and whispers into your ear while bringing one of your straps down your arm. He starts to kiss your shoulder.
You move faster on his thigh, swiveling your hips as his grip becomes tighter. “..that’s easier said than done..I want...I need to be completely yours, I don’t need a bodyguard.” You whimper and moan as he sucks your neck. Sweat builds onto your forehead.
“I don’t need your protection, I need your love.” You say breathily before finally releasing on his thigh. You rest your head on his shoulder, trembling while feeling your legs weaken.
He looks into your wet eyes and caresses your cheek while zipping down your dress with his other hand.
He then yanks your dress down to reveal your hard nubs. His hands cup your breasts, massaging them before tracing his thumbs over the peaks. “So beautiful, and only for me.”
He sucks them one by one, caressing them with one hand as the other grips your thigh, hard, so hard you know you’ll be sore for days. You groan in pain from his fingertips pressing in deep, and if your hands weren’t tied behind your back, you would’ve pushed him away.
He doesn’t let up, guiding your body forward and backward so you continue to leak all over his sweatpants. “Jaehyun!” You cry out in sensitivity, you cum again easily but he doesn’t stop. He won’t let you go, he continues to flick his tongue against your breasts. Your back arches, your clit is stimulated once more by his thigh, but it isn’t enough.
He lifts you up easily and lays you down onto the table. He wants to make use of his time with you while you are bound, so he slowly drags your thong down your legs before throwing it to the side.
“Stay still..” he commands as your legs wiggle in an effort to get away from him. You whimper as he presses his fingers and thumbs into your thighs to spread you further apart.
He licks and sucks your clit as his fingers dive in deep. Your entrance, already sopping but welcoming him nonetheless. Your back arches again. “Jaehyun!” You cry out as you watch him devour you. His dark eyes lock with yours as he groans.
The tip of his tongue traces over your sweet spot as you throw your head back. You cum again, struggling to break out of his belt and grab his hair. He doesn’t stop, licking up everything that escapes as tears escape your eyes.
“Please.. I can’t- slower.” You plead, but he doesn’t care. He wraps his arms around your legs to keep them open and fixed around his head.
“Mmmm you taste so good, baby, and you’re all mine.” He chuckles then flattens his tongue against you.
He wants to make up for all the time he’d lost with you, he wants to consume you forever, to taste what he’s been craving all his life. He eats you out until you’re begging him to stop. Your wrists are tired of fighting against his belt, you try to kick his shoulders away again, but he simply smirks and grips your ankles tightly.
“Don’t disobey me like that again, sweetheart.” His eyes dark and threatening as he looks up through his lashes.
You can’t stop moaning as your eyes roll to the back of your head and your back arches, threatening to snap completely.
He finally finishes when he’s had enough. He stands up from the chair, flipping your body over and lifting one of your legs over the table. He pushes the waistband of his pants down, releasing his hard member and grabs your waist. He runs his cock against your slit, parting it slightly with the head to gather your slick.
“Gonna be a good girl for me right? Gonna follow my orders and cum when I tell you to?” He asks lowly.
“Yes! Yes..Jaehyun..I need-“
He pulls you into him, your ass shakes as you moan. The angle created by one leg lifted drives you crazy as he pushes himself deeper and deeper. You can’t stop yourself from clenching.
“Fuck..so good..cum with me, don’t let anything escape..I wanna see you hold it in for me..”
He buries himself in deep with each stroke, allowing you to feel every judge and vein as he runs his dick against your velvety walls. The table shakes with each thrust, he groans when he feels you clenching again. He moves faster, pressing his hand into the small of your back to keep you still.
“Yes, don’t..stop!” You release onto him and chant his name as he moves in and out slowly.
“That’s it..such a good girl for me..” he rubs your clit to coax another orgasm out of you despite you being sensitive.
You can feel his abs on your back, you can’t take anymore. You open your hands and try to push him away. He pushes in deep to make you squirm. “Give me one more, okay..you’re my slut tonight, gonna do whatever I say, right?”
“Jaehyun!” Your hands fail to apply any pressure.
He chuckles. “Are you disobeying me? Tsk tsk..you act like you can’t take it, yet you’re gripping me like it’s yours..”
He rubs his fingers in circles with more force and you can feel your essence dripping down your legs continuously now.
He thrusts faster and harder, the entire table moves as he pounds you like there’s no tomorrow. “Cum with me..cum with me right now..I’m gonna fill you up so you don’t forget who owns this pussy. so full..so warm, you’ll never give it to anyone else, that’s a fucking order, understand?..”
You can’t think clearly, you become dizzy.
Jaehyun grabs your waist tightly to slam your ass against his pelvis and reaches his other hand around your throat to choke you. “Y/n! Do you understand?!”
You struggle to breathe, but nod and cum again. ”y-yes! Yes, oh my god!”
A loud groan leaves him while his movement stutters. He collapses on top of you as he empties himself finally.
After a few minutes, he sits back into the chair, turns you around and brings your limp body onto his lap as you pant. He holds you close by wrapping you in his arms, tracing his fingers delicately against your spine.
“Jaehyun..just let me love you..please.” You rest your head onto his shoulder.
He does love you, everything about you makes him ache, you make him soft and remind him that he has a heart. He’d let his mind wander too many times, he let himself think of a world where the two of you could live together, have a few pets, get married, have kids..all sorts of “regular” things.
But love? Jaehyun is left speechless, he doesn’t know what to say, but he also doesn’t want to break your heart again. He was beyond worried for you. He unbuckles his belt from your wrists and helps you up.
He stands the both of you up then sits you back down. He looks down at you as you wait for his answer with pleading, wet eyes.
He shakes his head. “I’m sorry.” He fixes his pants.
You stand up on wobbly legs, take his head into your hands and kiss him hard. “You don’t have to be sorry, just give us a chance.” You say once you break the kiss.
He kisses you back before pulling away “I can’t.”
Your mouth falls open in shock. “What exactly am I to you? Just a quick fuck and nothing else? Just tell me!” You turn away from him.
He feels his heart break again. “No! No..you’re much more than that..it’s-“
You turn back to him. “What? What the hell is it, Jaehyun?”
“I-I don’t know, I have to go.” He can’t look into your eyes anymore.
“No..don’t.” You grab his hand and tug him back. “Not again.”
“Y/n..I’m ....” he closes his eyes and shakes his head, keeping you from seeing the tears in his eyes. Why was he getting emotional?
The truth was Jaehyun had heard those exact words before.
“no..don’t”
It was the last thing his mom said to him. He was 16 and hell bent on doing his own thing. He ran away from home and decided to live a life of crime. He was stupid and broke her heart in the process, leaving her to die at home alone a few months later. At 12 years old, he had made a promise to protect and care for her when his father abandoned the two of them to take care of his other family.
Jaehyun needed to make more money and by the time he was 16, his friend offered an opportunity to make more money than he could ever imagine. It’s what he needed to do for himself and his mom, or at least that’s what he thought at the time. He didn’t know that all his mom wanted was for him to be safe and to grow up as a hardworking man she could be proud of. He disappointed her..and he feared he’d disappoint you too one day.
You sigh and let him go. “I don’t hate you Jaehyun, I just don’t understand you..”
He turns away from you to not show weakness once again. “I wish I understood myself, I wish I didn’t hurt you.” He leaves, slamming the door shut as you sink down into the chair.
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Burn the Breeze {Obi-Wan Kenobi}
Part Eight | Previous Part | Next Part
Modern AU where Obi-Wan (Ben) and Anakin are sheriffs that come to your small town to take down the corrupt rancher Dooku. Ben is Sheriff and Anakin is a deputy.
Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x f!reader
Warnings: angst, violence, car accident, panic attack, blood, injury
Word Count: 1.4K
A/N: its getting angstier and i’m living for it
You knew Anakin was right. You weren’t a cop. It wasn’t your business to be poking around in. Halfway home you started to cry again. It was so bad you had to pull over. As you sat and cried a black Suburban sped by. It screeched to a halt and you sat up straight, terror shooting through your veins. You turned the truck on ready to drive away as the car raced back towards you. Before you could pull out it turned perpendicular to you and blocked you. You’d never reversed so quickly. Dust was spewing from under your tires. You switched gears and drove forward speeding around the Suburban. Next thing you knew they were back on your tail. Your heart was pounding. There was only one road and the only way was straight so you knew you wouldn’t be able to lose them.
You thought about break checking them, they were riding your ass. Then out of your wing mirror you saw a hand stick out of the driver's side window. Was that a gun in their hand? You tried to get a view of the license plate but they were so close to you you couldn’t see it. It didn’t matter because all of a sudden shots were fired and your truck was spinning out of control. You slammed against the steering wheel and your truck rolled to a stop. You could feel the blood dripping from your forehead. In a trance you reached into your pocket for a knife and cut yourself free from the stuck seatbelt. Then you stumbled out of the truck, vaguely aware of your own body. The adrenaline was too intense to feel any pain. You stood their hair blowing in the wind and the side of the highway covered in blood looking like a maniac.
You knew you should call someone, anyone really, but you just stood there with a dazed look in your eyes instead. Nobody truly knows how they would act in a situation like this until it happens and that was definitely the case for. You were surprisingly calm, maybe it was because your ears were ringing so loudly you couldn’t hear your thoughts. You didn’t register another car pulling up behind you, or a woman’s hand on your arm asking if you were okay. Absentmindedly you nodded at her. She pulled out her phone and dialed what you assumed was 911. Your suspicions were confirmed when she was describing the scene of the accident and giving your location.
At this point you were starting to come to your senses, the shock wearing off. Your whole body was throbbing but at least your ears had stopped ringing. You turned towards the lady who was still on the phone.
“They shot out my tires.”
She looked so confused. “What?”
“It wasn’t an accident. Someone shot my tires. Tell the operator.”
She relayed the information. You sat on the dead grass, knees up to your chin. You held the heel of your hand against the cut on your forehead trying to stop the bleeding.
“I’m gonna sit with you till the first responders get here,” the lady said. You thanked her. “What's your name sweetheart?”
You told her. You sat in silence for a few minutes until EMS pulled up. A man got out of the vehicle and you became embarrassed. You recognized him immediately from high school.
“Guess they just let anyone respond to accidents now do they?” You asked him.
He laughed. “Glad to see your humor is still intact.”
“Barely.”
As he held a towel to your forehead and glanced over you for other injuries, Sheriff Cody arrived. He questioned you about what had happened. You felt like a failure for not being able to tell them a license plate number or what the person looked like, you also felt like it was your fault. You knew you should tell Cody that you had been meddling in the investigation but you weren’t in the mood for a lecture. Getting your tires shot out had to have something to do with your involvement. Seemed strange for it not to be a targeted attack. With that thought you decided to tell the Sheriff. He was mad.
“Do you understand how dangerous this situation is?” He asked, annoyed.
“I do now.”
He let out a deep breath. “You’ll need to come back to the office.”
You looked down sheepishly, “I know.”
Once your injury had been taken care of he drove you back into town, the whole ride silent. You felt like you were a little kid getting sent to your room for misbehaving, feeling nothing but disappointment radiating from your parents, or in this case the sheriff. You knew Ben would find out eventually what had happened but you weren’t expecting to see his panicked face when you walked through the door. He looked nothing but concerned. You were grateful to see that he wasn’t obviously mad but you still felt small with him looking at you. Crossing your arms over yourself almost as if you were trying to hide your eyes started to well with tears. You wanted a hug from Ben but you didn’t want anyone to touch you.
“I’m sorry,” was all you could muster.
“It’s not your fault.” Ben said. Your heart sank further, but it was your fault.
Sheriff Cody spoke next. “Tell him what happened.” He stared at you intently. You knew you couldn’t hide the truth about where you had gone.
You took a deep breath. “It is my fault.” Ben looked confused but before he could speak you continued. “I got involved. I know you told me not to. I’m so fucking sorry.” Your hands started to shake and your voice was cracking. You felt a panic attack coming on.
Ben finally walked closer to you, hesitantly reaching out. You instinctively backed up. He noticed and took a step back as well. “You got involved?” He questioned.
“I… I was angry. I’m sorry.” Your breathing was erratic at this point.
Cody cut you off. “She went to Dooku’s with a shotgun and got her tires shot out.” That's when you lost it. The panic attack came with the speed of a tsunami. You started to run towards the door, trying to escape for a moment to ride out the attack without the gaze of the two men. Cody grabbed your arm before you could leave. “Sit” he ordered.
As you sat Ben kneeled on the ground in front of you and held your hands.
“I can’t breathe,” you cried.
“Yes you can,” he encouraged. He was tracing circles on your hand with his thumb. It felt nice. He turned to Cody, “Will you leave us for a moment?”
Cody huffed and went into his private office.
“Are you mad at me?” you asked Ben. He paused for a moment, carefully choosing his words.
“No.”
Before he could finish you interjected, “For the love of God don’t say you’re not mad, just disappointed.” You tried to smile.
He chuckled a little. “I’m neither. Just concerned. What were you thinking?”
“I don’t know,” you said earnestly.
He sighed. “There must be a reason you went.”
“I never really went that far in the thought process. I was mad, maybe it was self sabotage. I’ve been known to do that.”
He was still kneeling but he reached up to wipe away your tears. You instinctively leaned into his touch. He held his hand there for a moment before he pulled away and stood up. You had calmed down significantly and now were infuriated that he had such a calming presence.
“What's gonna happen now?” you asked him.
“I don’t know.” You frowned. Then he added, “You can’t go home until we figure out who was behind this and if it was a one time thing or if they’ll come back for you.”
“Where am I supposed to go?” You would feel like such a burden if you had to stay with a friend for the foreseeable future.
“I’ll have to speak to the sheriff.”
“I’m sorry.” you said for the umpteenth time.
“I know.” He kissed your forehead with such intimacy and with the whirlwind of emotions that were already consuming you you felt your eyes water again.
You looked up at him. “Ben?”
“Yes?”
“I’m scared,” you confessed.
“It’ll be okay. You’ll be okay. I promise.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“I don’t.” And with that he walked into Cody’s office leaving you alone with your thoughts.
#obi wan x reader#star wars au#star wars fanfiction#obi wan kenobi x reader#obi wan kenobi fanfiction
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— WIP WEDNESDAY
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In a shocking turn of events, I actually started writing a bit for Lorna! No clue where it’s gonna go, but I’ve been inspired by my recent gameplay
Lorna laid her foot into the gas pedal and reveled in the purr of the engine on the open road. On a bright and sunny day like this, the black paint of her car would bake her from the inside out, but with all the windows rolled down and the wild wind in her dark, choppy hair, she wasn't bothered by it. Her favorite classics blasted through the stereo and she could almost pretend it was just a regular old Sunday afternoon. Almost.
Out of the corner of her eye, Lorna noticed movement in the sky. She glanced out of the driver’s side and spotted one of the cult’s dogfighters circling in the distance. They were too far away to cause her any trouble, but she kept moving. She wasn’t in the mood to tempt fate with that thing.
Just as her anxiety began to fade from the looming threat, she turned her attention back to the road. She peaked over the crest of a hill and saw a thin column of black smoke next to a line of white trucks about a couple hundred yards out. Another goddamn barricade.
“God forbid I drive a fuckin’ mile in this county,” Lorna grumbled to herself. She slammed on the brakes, turning the steering wheel with a screech of rubber on asphalt to place her vehicle perpendicular on the road.
Lorna swung the car door open impatiently and walked around to retrieve her sniper rifle from the trunk. Picking the Peggies off from a distance always seemed the best strategy for her. Or maybe she just enjoyed watching them scurry for cover through her scope.
The long barrel of her rifle rested on the roof of her beloved 1970 Kimberlite ZZT as she took aim. It had never been that pristine of a ride to begin with, but every bullet hole, dent, and scratch from the cult left her as furious as seeing her fellow deputies in peril. Add it to the list of things they’ll pay for, she silently vowed. I’ll sure as hell make ‘em feel it.
Lorna’s bullets found the skulls of three Peggies before they even noticed what happened. Another man tripped over himself while he tried to scramble away. She put him down with a shot in the back. It might not have been the classiest kill, but she was too tired to fight honorably anymore.
“Maybe don’t block the damn road, dumbass,” She said under her breath and aimed at the last man standing. Almost done.
This Peggie had a handgun in his grip, but he didn’t aim it at Lorna. She saw his arm shoot upwards and they both pulled their triggers at the same exact time. His body went down. The flare went up.
“Shit.”
Lorna’s head jerked behind her to where she saw the plane a few minutes earlier. The aircraft in the distance immediately changed course in her direction. Its chrome plating flashed so brightly in the sun that it made her squint. She had about fifteen seconds tops before it converged on her position.
With the barricade opened, she might stand a chance to flee. There were enough pines to make it too difficult for the pilots to get a clear shot. But Lorna realized she didn’t want to run. If she wanted Eden’s Gate to take her seriously – to think twice about the power they held over Hope County – well, Lorna would have to continue pulling off extraordinary feats to keep their attention.
“Oh, fuck it,” she groaned.
The deputy marched down the middle of the road. Away from her car. Away from any cover whatsoever. She wanted them to see her as clearly as she saw them. Then she knelt on one knee and hefted her rifle up, staring down the scope and watching the plane draw closer. In order to get the best opportunity, she would have to wait until the last possible second.
They spotted her. Lorna saw the tip of the plane dip into an almost nosedive, their guns aligned and ready to fire. Her finger hovered over the trigger as the sensation of her heartbeat overtook her whole body like a heavy drum being struck inside a silent opera house.
They got within range and Lorna heard the whirl of the plane’s weaponry. A few bullets peppered the road around her, but her coiled muscles kept her locked in place. The closer they got, the more accurate their aim was. She needed to see the shape of the pilot’s head at least.
“Come on, come on,” she mumbled through clenched teeth.
Finally, she made out a silhouette in the cockpit and fired. With a small spark, she saw her bullet ricochet off the metal frame of the aircraft. Miss. It swerved left and circled for another attack. Lorna shifted her weight in frustration and leaned back into the stock of her rifle. She was determined, even if it took the entire magazine to take this damn plane down.
The plane lined up once more and didn’t hesitate to begin firing on the lone deputy. Lorna wouldn’t wait either. Don’t think too hard or you’ll fuck up your aim, a familiar gravel-rough voice echoed in her head along with the memory of the comforting scent of tobacco. She didn’t really need to see the pilot to know where they were. All she had to do was fire into the cockpit and have faith.
Her finger gently squeezed the trigger and the kickback punched into her shoulder. This time, there was no spark. Lorna blinked and the aircraft suddenly dipped downward and spiraled out of control. She tracked the plane’s descent all the way into the field to her left. A broad grin gradually came across her face as it tore up the soil and brush with a loud crash, the accompanying fireball more satisfying than the illegal mortars her father would buy for the Fourth of July.
Lorna let out a sigh of relief and straightened, nodding at her own accomplishment. “That’s fucking right.”
One less buzzard off her back. Not a bad day’s work.
#my writing#oc insp: lorna holt#based on true events#aka when I don't suck at the viddy game#this was really fun to write and I hope I get struck by more inspo soon#especially when she finds her cousin#he's in the bliss rn and no one knows cause they thought he just ran away :/
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Murdock x Reader: Felony Evading
Description: Murdock takes you with him on a high speed chase. Gender neutral reader.
Tags: fast driving, gn!reader Murdock x reader, SFW.
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You smiled as you got into the passenger seat and pulled your seat belt until it clicked into place. "I really liked dinner, Murdock. I can't wait until next week. Date nights are a great break from everything else."
"That they are, darling. The perfect end to a lovely week. Anywhere you need to stop before we go home?" He said in that silky deep voice that you loved so much.
"Not that I can think of. I'm looking forward to a glass of wine and a bath." You chuckled at him, reaching to hold his hand.
"That does sound nice." He smiled and pulled out of the parking lot.
You had been driving along just fine when you happened to glance into the rear view mirror for no particular reason. But what you saw made you stiffen. "Murdock… twelve." You used the street term for the police, telling him they were trailing behind you. But they weren't doing anything yet. They didn't even have their lights on. "Murdock please tell me you didn't leave anything in this car from the last time you hunted." You kept your eyes on the cop cruiser trailing you.
"Easy, darling. They don't have their lights on. Maybe they just happen to be behind us." He soothed you.
And it worked! For all of a block. Blue lights started to flash behind you. But instead of pulling over, Murdock floored it, your heart leaping to your throat as the car jerked forward, going up in gear quickly as he just held the pedal to the metal.
"Murdock–!" you pressed into the seat, one hand on your seatbelt and one hand on the panic bar.
"There's something rather… incriminating… in the trunk. And I'm not letting either of us go down for it." He said a little bit louder over the sound of the engine.
"WHAT?!?" You glared at him. The pig behind you turned on his siren and started pursuit. "You do fucking realize, darling, that if we get caught after this, we're going down for whatever you've got AND felony evading???"
"If we get caught you tell them you were in this car against your will. You cry and scream as hard as you can and you immediately get a lawyer, don't tell them anything else." He said firmly, dodging in and out of traffic, sometimes going onto the shoulder to get around cars.
An intersection was coming up fast and the light was already yellow. "M-Murdock!"
He didn't answer. What he did do was move his hands on the wheel, getting g ready for a sharp turn. As they approached the intersection he whipped the wheel to the left, making the tires screech and smoke and the car's back end skid into a fish-tail maneuver. Other cars screeched to a halt, and suddenly you were on the four lane cross road that was perpendicular to the one you had just been on. You were shrieking at the top of your lungs. The cop, which had now turned to several, skidded after you.
As he straightened the car out he glanced at you. "Are you alright?"
You were speechless. "Uh… yeah." Was all you could say. He chuckled.
The chase went on and at the next intersection coming up there were blue lights. They were trying to cut you off. "Hold onto something." Murdock ordered.
You obeyed without question. He, again, whipped the wheel to the left, drifting into a u-turn that landed you on the far side of the oncoming lane, facing the opposite way and bouncing the bumper against the guard rail. You tried to close your eyes, but immediately realized how terrifying it was to not know what was coming, so you opened them again. You were pale and felt like either fainting or vomiting. But you kept it together. You let out a breath you hadn't known you'd been holding. He careened down the road, until you spotted something.
"Murdock!" You pointed to the road. "Stop sticks!!" going over those at this speed would without a doubt pop your tires and end your merry chase.
"I see them." He said, jerking the car to the right down the shoulder, around a cop who dived out of the way. Avoiding the spikes. He turned into a construction access road, kicking up a huge cloud of dust and rain of pebbles that sounded like hail on your roof. He kept speeding along until he came to a largely empty parking garage for a new apartment building that was being worked on. He went into it. "The security cameras are out on the fourth level. We're switching cars there." He slowed as he reached the fourth level. He parked nicely and then hurried out of the car to pull you into a different one. But not before you looked at the back of your car.
"Murdock… your fucking tail light is out."
He laughed. "Well, shit. Guess we could have taken the ticket without all this. But I'm still glad I didn't risk the search." He grinned and grabbed your hand and dragged you along.
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lil timkon wip, isolated bat au where tim and kon are only just meeting. ft pleasant exes timsteph
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On his commute, Tim’s startled awake, which isn’t good, considering he’s at the wheel. He recognizes the suddenly-green light ahead of him less by color and more from the honk behind him, and by the grounding buzz of an incoming call. He groans, drives through the green light, and answers one Stephanie Brown.
“What are you up so early for, handsome?”
It is way too early for this. But Tim schools his voice into an almost-pleasant tone and says, “Can’t I just appreciate seeing the sunrise?”
Stephanie doesn’t answer. Meaningfully.
Tim sighs. “Sorry. Can’t I just appreciate seeing the sunrise… beautiful?”
It’s their thing, the pet names. Almost like they didn’t break up two years ago.
“I’d say much better, but babe, dawn was at five in the morning. You want to try that again?” Tim can just hear Stephanie’s grin through the phone, and he resists the urge to lean his head against the steering wheel and pass out to avoid this conversation. He’s taken naps in worse places. But the cars behind him have already put up with a lot. “Seriously, are you actually functional yet?”
“Been white-knuckling my latte since seven-fifteen,” Tim says. “...I think I’d rather be dead than awake right now.”
“Which begs the question,” Stephanie says. “Why are you heading to Drake PI this early?”
“Client,” Tim grumbles, speeding through a barely-yellow light. A car honks from the perpendicular road. Yeah, he’s not a fan of his driving right now, either, thanks. God, he should’ve Ubered. “New client. It’s… important.”
“Too far gone for a better description than that, or has the Brucification officially started?”
“Go to hell.” Tim does take care to enunciate, though. Brucification is serious business; he does not want to lose his ability to use his words and describe his emotions. He can’t fathom communicating exclusively in Mm and Hnn for the rest of his life. He takes another gulp of his latte – second of the morning – and clears his throat. “…What are you doing up this early, anyways? I thought no one else would be up.”
“You don’t get to free yourself of me that easily. I have a class this morning.”
Horror dawns on Tim. “…There are 8AM Master’s courses?”
“Unfortunately.”
“And you’re up early enough to go to them? Regularly?”
Stephanie actually laughs. “You think I’ve gone to bed already? Oh, that’s adorable.”
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way more than seven sentences sunday
it's sunday and i actually have something to share so! ty @henswilsons beloved for the tag here's like. half a scene <333
Eddie’s always been good at compartmentalizing - for better or for worse, Frank’s voice says in his head, wry. It’s a skill he’s been working on using with more nuance, inside of therapy and out, but now he tears into his brain with reckless abandon, carefully cleaving his feelings out of the situation as he merges into traffic. They’ve got to figure out a plan for Chris - he’s got a presentation in school tomorrow, he’ll need a drive - and someone needs to cover Eddie’s shift, and Buck was supposed to babysit Jee-Yun this weekend, and -
“You’re coming with me?”
Eddie presses down on the speedometer harder than is strictly necessary. “I am,” he says, matter-of-fact. “We can argue about it for a bit if it makes you feel better, but I’m not changing my mind.”
Buck lets out something that might be a laugh, or maybe just another sob. “I’ll save us both some time and just say thank you, then.”
Someone’s put their car in the ditch a quarter mile up the freeway, spun perpendicular to traffic. Eddie watches out of the corner of his eye - a shaken woman standing off to the side of the road, a blanket pulled tight around her shoulders as she talks with a cop - as the traffic creeps on.
“Do you know how bad it is?” He asks, drumming his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel. And then, because he can’t help it, because emotions are messy and jealousy and grief are too and maybe, just maybe, Buck’s been the one thing he’s never been able to compartmentalize, adds, “I didn’t know you were Connor’s emergency contact.”
“I’m not,” Buck says, and that catches Eddie by surprise, makes him startle a little as he finally makes his way past the accident and back onto the open road. “I - uh. I think really bad. They wouldn’t tell me much about how either of them are doing, said they couldn’t give me any information. But.”
The awful, twisty feeling returns to Eddie’s stomach.
“But?”
“But they told me Julia wasn’t in the car with them,” Buck says, and there it is, the deciding blow, a sucker punch straight to Eddie’s sternum. “And - well. They asked me to come get her.”
most definitely double tags but tagging @buckleysibs @usercowboy @sibylsleaves @clusterbuck @buddiefication @wolfnprey mwah!
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The Other Autobot, Season 1 [Prologue]
Hi!
I love Transformers: Prime and have been rewatching it, so prepare for a new journey lol.
Also, I'm also putting Mayfly and Robyn into Bumblebee/Rise of the Beasts, potentially, so be on the lookout for that fic if you're interested (please let me know if you're interested cus I have a few chapters ready to go).
Now, here's the prologue and my theory about how the Autobots came to Earth, factoring in my OC.
It stands to reason that the military/Agent Fowler would be among the first responders when the Autobots crashed to Earth, so that's why I wrote it the way I did.
If there is a canon version of their meeting, I am not aware of it, so have taken liberties.
Anyway, without further ado, here y'all go! If you have questions don't hesitate to ask!
God Bless and Good Day!
~The Lupine Sojourner
"Uncle Will, when you said I should serve my country, this isn't exactly what I had in mind." I muse as we drive to yet another base.
"I know, but I promised."
I sigh.
Ah yes, the infamous promise. When I was born, Mom and Dad named Dad's best friend, William Fowler, as my godfather (and my mom's best friend as godmother, but she's…no longer around. KiA…), so when Dad was killed overseas and Mom succumbed to grief and cancer, 'Uncle' Will became my only legal guardian and even now I'm nearly 23, we're still very close.
He never let me enlist as an active-duty soldier despite my many protests, but he did get me various army contract jobs as an inspector, weapons tester, etc.
Now, he'd gotten me a job as basically an archivist digitizing and organizing reports out of a base near Jasper, Nevada.
Joy.
"I know, hun, but you know how I feel about any other service."
I roll my eyes. "Too well. I'm too young and innocent for politics, too inexperienced to be a soldier-"
"That's not why, and you know it."
I sigh. "I know. I'm sorry. I know you're just looking out for me."
"Always."
Soon, I'm shaking hands with my orientation officer. Then it's setting up accounts and employee files, learning how to enter information, getting my clearance badge to be able to handle the confidential material in the reports, on and on, all while Uncle Will got to go home.
Ugh. At least we can be under the same roof when Uncle Will isn't out on assignments.
Finally, I shake the officer's hand once more and am dismissed.
I head outside to where Uncle Will is waiting to pick me up.
"Thanks, Uncle Will." I murmur. "I realize I haven't been as grateful as I should to you for all you've done. It's not fair of me to complain about the one thing you won't let me do. I'm sorry."
"I appreciate that, sweetheart." He replies, patting my leg without taking his eyes off the road. "Apology accepted."
Unsure what else to say, I fall into silence.
We get home soon enough and I cook us up kielbasa and potatoes for dinner. Uncle Will likes it, and I figure I owe him dinner after he got me this job.
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The first day at my new job both dragged on and was over quickly, somehow.
Regardless, I find myself yawning as I grab my keys from my purse.
The rest of the week went by in a blur of boredom and repeating files (most of which I cleared to be deleted or compartmentalized).
Ugh! I want to do something that will actually matter! Like Uncle Will!
But until he says otherwise, I'm stuck on library duty.
So I race myself to see how fast I can get a stack done, but even that doesn't do much for me.
Finally, my first week is done and I sign out to go home and see what Uncle Will is up to.
On the way home, however, I notice a star in the sky, a really bright one.
The sun wasn't set enough to see stars, so I pull over, curious.
That's when the star grew brighter and bigger…and closer!
I hastily drive perpendicular to the meteor (or whatever was coming down to Earth in a hurry) and see a large unmistakable smoke trail as whatever it is continues a crash course for the desert.
On instinct, I drive after it, surprised at the distance it goes before finally crashing.
I pull my car behind some trees and turn it off, trying to think of what to do.
I automatically grab my phone to call Uncle Will, but for some reason, I decide to investigate first.
I mean, I shouldn't report til I have all the facts, right?
So I take a deep breath and grab my taser, just in case.
The meteor is huge! Easily the biggest I've seen. Only…why does it look like metal?
And why is part of it opening?!
I scramble behind a tree and have to stifle a scream as…something comes out of what I now realize is a spaceship! An actual spaceship!
More things come out and I have to make myself take a peek. They look like robots, each of them taller than me.
I'm trembling as I snap a picture on my phone and get a better look.
They seem to be communicating, but it's not in any language I can understand.
I try to get closer, but end up kicking a rock and alerting the robots to my presence.
Before I can get behind any cover, I'm grabbed by the waist and hoisted up.
That weird language sounds from the being holding me (a small-ish female-looking robot compared to the other taller male-looking robots) as I'm hauled into the middle of the group.
"Let me go!" I scream, panicked, beating at the metal hands, but I don't accomplish anything but probably some minor bruising against the metal. "Put me down!" The grip is strong, nearly bruising my ribs, which does not help my current panic at all.
The robot's head tilts as if curious, her glowing blue eyes (something I note in every face) flickering for a moment, as do the others, I note with a glance.
The one holding me smiles. "Hey there. I'm guessing you're a local?"
I go still. "You speak English?"
"Now we do." She replies coyly.
"Easy, human." The tallest robot, painted red and blue with some metal left unpainted, intones in a deep, serious, but ultimately trustworthy voice. "We mean you and your planet no harm."
I squirm. "Then put me down!"
The one holding me does at a nod from the tall one.
"What is your designation, human?" He asks, kneeling to get closer to my level.
"Uh…my name is Robyn. Robyn Burns."
"Robyn Burns, we are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron, or Autobots."
I swallow, trying to wrap my brain around being the first human to encounter aliens.
"So, uh, you're…not gonna have to kill me cus I saw you, right?" I whimper, the thought occurring to me.
"Wouldn't be that hard." A second male, this one not as tall as the first who'd spoken, painted white and red, grumbles. "No protective shell."
I back up nervously, but the tall one puts a hand on the other's shoulder.
"Easy, Ratchet."
I swallow, still incredibly nervous as yet another male, with a black and yellow paintjob, looks at me, excited beeps and whirring the only sounds he makes.
"They're hardly that interesting or exciting." 'Ratchet' snorts. "They can't even transform!"
"Regardless, they are a species we have not encountered before, old friend. We must be open to the possibilities on this new planet."
"Um…" I hold up a hand, unsure how to go about talking to these massive robots. "How do you guys speak English so well so quick? You were speaking a different language a second ago! And what do I call you guys, anyway?"
"Autobots, obviously." Ratchet snaps.
"There is no need to make her more uneasy than she already is." The tall one replies patiently and then turns to me. "Robyn Burns, my name is Optimus Prime, the leader of the Autobots. You know Ratchet's name, and this is Mayfly, Bumblebee, and Bulkhead."
I nod, feeling at least a little better now I know they're not gonna hurt me. "H-hi."
"You asked how we speak Earth's languages, Robyn Burns." Optimus continues.
"Yeah, and, uh, just Robyn is, er, is fine."
"Very well." He nods. "We learned Earth's languages through what you call the Worldwide Web or the Internet."
"That fast?" I ask automatically, slightly taken aback.
"They're hardly complicated. Mere data." Ratchet puffs irritably.
"Ratch, c'mon. Ease up, would you?" The one called Bulkhead (a rather, uh, rotund robot with green paint that makes him look almost like an Army soldier) chuckles. "I gotta admit, she's got spunk. I figured she'd freak out." He starts walking around, taking in the scenery. "If we're done with introductions, I figure we should start recon."
"A wise idea, Bulkhead." Optimus notes.
Almost before I know what I'm saying, I'm jogging up to Bulkhead. "Hey, uh, I can help you with that, if you want."
"How could-we hardly need a guide!" Ratchet splutters, but Optimus and Mayfly come to my defense.
"Oh, c'mon! Cut the human some slack!"
"We are strangers on this planet, and have yet to acclimate. I believe it is in our best interest to take Robyn at her word."
I smile, feeling oddly steady the longer I talk to these robots. "Great! So, um, this state is Nevada, on the North American continent in the country of the United States of America. We're outside a town called Jasper, near a military base, in fact." I start rambling.
"Military?" Bulkhead asks. "They won't cause any fuss, will they?"
"Frankly, I dunno. The base is more of an archive, really." I shrug. "As a matter of fact, I work there."
Ratchet starts to speak, but at a stern glance from Optimus says nothing as Optimus addresses me. "Perhaps, then, you can help us assure this military that we mean no harm."
"Maybe! My uncle is a Special Agent who could probably help, too, but, uh, he might not take to the idea of aliens super well." I shrug. "He's a bit old-fashioned."
I lead the way toward my car (unsure what I am going to do when I get there) when Mayfly catches my eye. Her iridescent green paint is beautiful!
"Mayfly, right?" I ask.
"Yep."
"I like your, uh, paint job." Is that weird to say?
"Um…thanks." Yeah, that was the wrong thing to say.
"Sorry. It's just that I like that color is all."
She smiles. "It's alright. I like it, too."
Finally, we reach my car and I pull out my phone. "I should maybe call-"
The sound of a helicopter reaches my ears.
"What is that? 'Cons?!" Mayfly snaps, and her hands change into some kind of gun! In fact, all their hands form guns!
"Wait, hold on!" I cry. "Don't shoot! I think I who it-" As if on cue, my phone rings. I instantly pick up. "Hello, Robyn-"
"Are you out of your Star Spangled mind?!" Yup. Uncle Will saw the Meteor and is probably inbound. Maybe on the chopper…or in the trucks I can see coming in. Either way, it's clear he sees the robots and me.
"Uncle Will, please! I need you to listen! They're not dangerous!"
"I'll believe it when I see it!"
"Trust me! They could've easily killed me, but they didn't! Trust me, please! I can explain!"
The few military trucks pull up, and Uncle Will gets out, hanging up his phone.
"There had better be a darn good explanation, young lady!" He snaps, coming right up to me.
Optimus motions for calm as the Autobots tense.
I lick my lips. "There is, I promise. I was going home when I saw what I thought was a meteor, so I went to investigate, wanting to be able to report all the facts before we jumped the gun. I found these guys. They're friendly, Uncle Will."
"What she says is true." Optimus speaks up preemptively, causing Uncle Will to flinch as he slowly crouches closer to Uncle Will's level.
"It can talk?" He whispers.
"Yup. In English, thanks to the Internet, apparently."
"My name is Optimus Prime, and we are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron, or Autobots for short. We mean this planet and it's people no harm. Our ship was damaged and we crashed here. We have no hostile intent."
"...Robyn, I don't think the Pentagon is gonna like this." Uncle Will sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"I know, but we're gonna have to tell at least someone so the military know not to attack them. We can say they're prototype weapons or whatever, just let them stay. I mean, it's not every day we get visitors from space."
"No…no it is not." Uncle Will sighs, orders the troops to back off, and turns to the gathered robots-er, Autobots.
"Uh…welcome to Earth, I guess."
#fanfiction#original character#oc#original female character#transformers#transformers prime#tfp#Robyn Burns (my OC)#Mayfly (My OC)#The Other Autobot
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Wednesday 23 May 1838
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washing cousin stocking very fine morning F66° at 7 ¾ am packed etc. etc. breakfast at 8 40 in ½ hour and wrote part of yesterday’s journal till 9 50 – A- and I went out before 10 and took the commissionaire – sauntered the marché – will be no strawberries these ten days – plenty of apples eggs and vegetables of the season – bought Leghorn straw mans’ hat for me – then to the bank M. [Verceur] very civil – he is Mr. Cockerill’s banker? § - is défendue from asking for admission for anybody – but if I had much wished the thing and had time perhaps he might have got permission for me? exchange 25/40 – got fr. 1270 for two £25 circulars – then back to the hotel – M. M- out – paid all – annoyed to find the 2 oranges we had yesterday at dessert (not asked for) charged 0/60 – un peu fort – not much pleased – but said nothing about it – Madame Mathioli at home – very civil – saw us off at 11 53 from Liège – rain and hail at 12 ¼ for about ½ hour – no sight of the river till 12 ½ at Seraing – good village or bourg? we passed thro’ it seeing little of the village on the other side the river except the chateau of Mr. Cockerill his enormous boilers lying about – fine broadish river but shallow – 2 horses drawing up a barge – the animals some distance from the bank yet not much above the gambrels in water – at one stop à la poste (not an auberge) at the nice village of Chockier – the rock high above the village and great quarrying thereabouts for stone for building and burning into lime – Inquired for the grotte – the woman concierge took us to the Risances – She was Flamande and did not understand me – went up to a sellier at work in one of the sheds – he said the Grotte was spoilt by the quarrying and never of any great size – a little place –une petite demie heure from where we were standing – there was a man’s armour found in the grotte it was e.g. [?] now at the chateau but the baron at Bruxelles and the baronne also away and did not know whether ‘les suits’ the servants might now be there or not – the chateau finely placed on high overhanging projecting head of rock – pity it is a mere modern good house instead of a fine old gothic castle – the river no better at Liège than the Ouse at York and hereabouts like the Ouse towards Bishopthorpe – fine rich valley wood, rock, river chateaus cottages villages and long chimneys and factories and foundries – good cultivation
§ ‘Mr. Orban les plus grand industriel du pays’ the only négociant who does not employ a banker – Chockier
- the river perfectly hid by orchards – very fine under the high rocks and river close (left) at 1 ¾ and heavy shower and at 1 50 a small village and some chateau or convent a large pile handsome of building high above us (right) leaving only just room for the road between the high wall of the chateau terrace and the river – fine view from the bridge at Huy – 20 minutes in changing horses there – same hotel de la poste (arrive at 2 37) Lady S- and Lady VC. and I slept at in 1829 – same terraced garden just under the fortress walls that climb up the almost perpendicular rock on which the fortress is perched
Madame Mathioly had recommended the hotel d’Arschamp (Hotel de Lasconte as she pronounced it) at Namur – here (Huy) à la poste the man at the door recommended l’hotel de Hollande but then owned the hotel A- was the larger – it was ancien –
the valley opens out just out of Huy, and in front of us low little wooded range of hill (enclosed as in England all hereabouts) – Huy with its one cathedral like church and 2 other churches a picturesque looking town – but I had no fancy to sleep there again – not so much taken with the security now as before (1829) – Off from Huy at 2 58 – at 3 20 fine reach of river and fine scenery – road close under high wooded rock – river right and chateaus and villages – fine river-drive and at 4 25 change horses at the village of Schlayen [Sclaigneaux]- During the 11 minutes we stood at the door of the little Poste aux chevaux my Liège Leghorn hat excited much attention and some laughter and I was always answered monsieur the people saying to themselves c’est [moussoor] etc. etc. des bêtises of which I took no notice but sat gravely reading my account of Spa as I had done at intervals between looking at the scenery all this morning – Off from Schlayen [Sclaigneaux] at 4 36 – far the best part of todays’ drive – at 5 20 first and fine view of Namur seeming to close the valley – at 5 ½ enter the Elm avenue leading into the ville – except along the river towards Dinant the valley too much étendu about Namur to be so fine as I expected rather disappointed all today – the scenery seen to more advantage going the other way – to instead of from Liège – but the castle (fortress, garrison) fine on entering the tower – arrived at the hotel d’Arschamp at 5 ¾ - long in bargaining for rooms – 2 bedrooms 4/. and rooms for Oddy and George 2/. and A- dinner and mine at 3/. each without wine and breakfast to be 1/50 each the servants to have ½ bottle of wine at dinner and be at the rate of 7/. a day 3 meals 1 bottle of wine included as at Spa – the mistress disappointed that she could not make her own bill her own way – dinner at 6 25 to 7 66 A- then lay down and slept till near 10 when she had Oddy and I finished writing out yesterday and so far of today at 10 pm – good dinner tho’ at 3/. each a bottle of Lunel but I drank Beaune and water not liking the Lunel I had drank Lunel and Chypre before I was so unwell at Spa on Sunday and shall not soon relish these wines again –
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Thoughts on S36E1 (Spoilers)
I want to go there. I've always wanted to go to Jalisco. I mean, look at that coastline!
My bro had never heard of voladores before and he said "They really went like: 'YOU KNOW WHAT OUR CULTURE NEEDS?'" My mom nearly died laughing.
I have a favorite team already. Chris and Mary! I feel bad for the dude, it was less than 30 seconds into the race and he already fell and got hurt. And then he said "I'm sorry," and Mary said "Don't apologize," and I instantly picked them. *Anna Leigh flashbacks* 😬 I do worry that Chris is going to have a tough time with the physical cost of the race. My second favorite team is Rod and Leticia because they're stinkin' hilarious!
Ngl, I think moving those rocking horses world have been fun! Memorizing all those luchadores seemed really hard though. I swear they did challenge just like that on Brain Games.
Then there was Karishma trying to jump through the loops. You know when you try to do a facepalm but you're laughing too hard? Seeing "Attempt #19" was enough to make me absolutely lose it 🤣🤣🤣 AND THEN IT TURNS OUT SHE WASTED SO MUCH TIME WHEN SHE DIDN'T EVEN READ THE INSTRUCTIONS AND SHE WAS THE ONE WHO MADE THE BIG DEAL OVER THAT! Those poor trumpet players. I could just picture them passing out one by one as they waited for Karishma.
I was giggling a little bit because Danny got so emotional over every single thing they accomplished. I'm very happy for him, but seems a little dramatic! I'm imagining him crying of joy every time they finish any little thing for the entirety of the race xD.
I must say, Rohan and Maya had it coming. I can totally excuse getting lost, but driving the wrong way on a one-way street? Making it worse and getting stuck in the middle of the road PERPENDICULAR TO THE CURBS? They deserved to be eliminated. And then we find out they're SCIENTISTS OF ALL THINGS
at least the overqualified young atheletic siblings got eliminated in the first leg instead of winning the whole flamin' race.
Welcoming Season 36 with open arms. I can't wait to find out what the two new countries are!
#Tar#Tar36#Tar 36#the amazing race#the amazing race season 36#the amazing race 36#Any criticism is against how someone played
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Chapter 4
The Subaru had nearly three quarters of a tank of fuel. Anton figured that would be more than enough to drive around town looking for survivors. He kept a little food in the car, but put the rest back in the house. Then he loaded up some rope and first aid supplies, a shovel, an ax, a good hunting knife, and the pistol. He grabbed a knit hat and a heavy coat from the rack near the door to the garage and headed out.
He decided to check the high population areas first. That would be the large housing tracts in the Mendenhall Valley. He headed back towards town on Glacier Highway, the way he'd come on foot earlier. All the homes he passed were empty and dark.
Moments later, he turned left onto Riverside drive and slowly made his way through the various subdivisions that crowded the valley below Mendenhall Glacier. His eyes were scanning for smoke. None of the utilities were functioning at this point, so if anyone was left alive, they would be using wood fires for warmth. As he drove through the various neighborhoods, however, no sign of smoke was evident. He watched the passing windows for movement, but saw nothing.
He turned onto Meander Way more out of habit than any solid reasoning. His mother had lived on Meander Way years ago. She had died long before the sickness began and had left her home to Anton. The sale of that house was what had secured the purchase of his home downtown when he married Larissa. Now, as he drove the quiet street, the houses looked cold and uninviting. House after house was dark and silent. As Anton neared the end of the street he saw something that caused him to slam on the brakes, skidding to a halt. There, nearly at the end of the cul de sac, sat a line of cars parked across the street. Two rows deep, parked perpendicular to traffic flow, the six cars blocked the road entirely. The cars had been burned nearly beyond recognition. The windows, tires and all plastic parts were gone. Only the metal frames and body panels remained. The seats were burned out leaving only wire mesh and springs.
Anton turned off the Subaru and stepped out. He stuffed the pistol into the back pocket of his jeans and picked his way gingerly through the burned cars and surveyed the houses behind the blockade. The sight of them made goosebumps rise on his neck and forearms. The houses looked like they had been through a war. Many of the boarded windows were smashed in from the outside, and by what appeared to be very great force. It looked like a flame thrower had been used on the fronts of the houses as there was a black charring on many walls and porch posts. As Anton approached the first of the three houses, however, he realized the black stains weren't charring. As he stepped up onto the porch of the first house and a cloud of flies lifted from the stains, he realized it was actually blood. The smell confirmed this suspicion. Anton pulled the pistol from his pocket and checked to make sure a round was chambered. The door of the first house was still boarded over, but the large bay window adjacent to the door, though once boarded up, was now smashed in. Anton stepped lightly over the sill through the large hole in the living room wall.
The smell of rotting flesh assailed him and he gagged for a moment and quickly buried his nose and mouth in the crook of his elbow while he scanned the room. As his eyes became accustomed to the darkened room, he saw the blood splattered on the walls. On the couch. On the chairs and the table. There was a small breakfast counter that separated the kitchen from the living room. The countertop and been crushed violently, like a tree had fallen right through the middle of it. It was then that Anton saw the foot sticking out of the kitchen sink. The foot had what looked like a military boot on, a sock and nothing else. The boot was sticking up out of the sink at a weird angle. From where Anton was standing, it looked like the person would have to have been stuffed in the cabinet under the sink in order for his foot to be sticking out the sink like that. Anton knew almost instinctually, however, that there was no body attached to the foot.
Anton turned away from the sink and threw up. The smell in the room was too much for him and his stomach convulsed repeatedly, spewing the last of his breakfast onto the carpet. He backed away from his own vomit and heard a soft squelching sound as his feet moved across the carpet. He looked down and realized that the entire carpet was soaked in blood. It had coagulated some but was still rather sticky. Flies rose in front of his footsteps, and immediately settled elsewhere on the black, sticky floor. Anton felt the bile rise in his throat again and hurried to the sliding doors at the back of the living room that opened onto the deck in the backyard. These doors were busted away as well but looked to have been smashed out from the inside. Anton stepped out onto the deck, vaguely aware of the crunch of glass under his feet as he sucked in the fresh air. He couldn't force himself to turn and look back into the house. Although he hadn't seen any other remains besides the leg sticking out of the sink, he was sure there were more dead people in that house. He wanted no part of it. Something was wrong here, really wrong. These people hadn't died of any disease. They had attacked each other... with extreme violence. Anton's grip on the pistol tightened.
He looked across the yard to the second of the three houses and saw that the sliding doors of that house were also heavily damaged, but that they appeared to have been busted in from the outside. He walked quietly across the yard, his eyes scanning the houses and the trees along the river, watching for danger.
Anton approached the second house hesitantly. "Hello!" he called and stood still listening. Other than the rush of water in the river some fifty yards behind the house, Anton heard nothing. He stepped up onto the deck of the second house and approached the smashed doorway as quietly as he could. He drew himself up along one side of the opening and peeked inside. Again there was blood, but not so much. Here, however, there were bullet holes. Lots of them. He saw bullet holes in all the walls of the living room. He looked at the exterior wall above the sliding doors and could see several exit holes in the siding. He picked his way around the overturned furniture and headed for the staircase to the upper floor. At the bottom of the stairs, he craned his neck and tried to see if anyone was in the hallway at the top of the stairs. It was dark there but he was pretty sure no one was there. He stepped quickly up and found the hallway leading to the bedrooms empty. The doors to all the rooms were closed and there was no blood or damage up here.
Anton stepped to the first door and opened it to find a linen closet. Next was a bathroom. When Anton opened the third door, he paused, momentarily confused by the sight. The room looked like a stockroom at a grocery store. There were unopened boxes of food and dry goods stacked to the ceiling with just a single path down the middle. There were boxes of pasta, boxes of bagged beans, boxes of canned fruit, boxes of tomato sauce… boxes and boxes. There was also clothing and toiletries, much of it women’s stuff, feminine napkins, tampons and such. Anton stepped out and checked the next door. It was another bedroom, filled the same as the first. Floor to ceiling boxes, packed as tightly as the space would allow.
Anton stepped back out into the hall and shut the door behind him. He turned and stared for a moment at the last remaining door at the end of the hall, the master bedroom. A sense of foreboding crept over him as he stared at the dark, silent door. Finally, steeling himself, he walked softly to the end of the hall and opened the door. This room was much larger. There was a sitting area to one side of the large bed, but that area was now full of boxes much like the previous bedrooms. The boxes were stacked all around the room with just a walkway to the bed. There was enough room to get around either side of the bed and there were twin nightstands on either side. But it was the video camera on the tripod standing at the foot of the bed that caught Anton’s attention.
The camera was pointed at the bed.
Anton inspected it, found the power switch and flipped it on. He was surprised by the quiet whirring as the little device came to life. A small LED battery indicator blinked softly, warning that the battery was only at half charge. He fumbled through the menu and found the preview function to play back recordings. There were several individual movie files on the tape, each with a meaningless alphanumeric title. He selected one and clicked the play button.
The scene that filled the tiny preview screen made him squirm immediately. A woman was sitting on the end of the bed begging someone off screen to not make her do this. She had her shirt off and was sitting in her shorts and a bra. She looked to be in her late thirties or early forties. She had one arm held defensively across her chest covering her bra while her other arm crossed below, covering her tummy where it protruded above the waistband of her shorts. Her hair was unkempt and her face and arms were rather dirty. She had dirt on her knees as well. A man’s voice from behind the camera ordered her to continue removing her clothes or the deal was off. She started to sob. “My kids just need some food. Why are you doing this? Please don’t do this!” she pleaded.
Anton watched a couple more seconds and clicked off the power button. He stood for a moment fuming at the depravity of the man behind the camera. It was then that he noticed the ledger book lying on the night table. He walked over and picked it up and thumbed through the pages. There were notes of payment for goods received but in the payment column, instead of a dollar amount, there was a meaningless alphanumeric title. He ground his teeth as he scanned the various pages. There were at least a hundred transactions. The last one was for a box of diapers. Then he noticed the date scribbled in for that transaction...
His mind clouded.
He scanned back through the pages looking now at the dates. The dates led backwards in time, with entries every couple of days or so. But they couldn’t be right. The last entry in the ledger was dated July 11th, 2014. Anton dropped the book and turned back to the camera. He’d not even paid attention to the date stamp on the video as he was watching it. He turned the camera back on and checked the current date in the LED display.
July 31, 2014.
His legs buckled and his vision blurred. Suddenly, he felt like he was floating. He realized too late that he was actually falling, fainting. He almost felt the thud of the corner of the bed frame striking his head as he fell before everything went black. He came to a few moments later and lay quietly on the floor, rubbing his throbbing temple.
It wasn’t possible. How could nearly a year have passed since Larissa and Celeste died? He could have sworn it had only been a few days. He tried to remember. Thinking back, he remembered watching them die. He remembered burning them in the backyard. He remembered the day or two he spent in the darkened house, mourning their loss. And he remembered leaving the house and walking to the beach. Where had he lost nearly an entire year? He knew he hadn’t eaten much of his provisions, certainly not a year’s worth. His mind swam with uncertainty. He sat up and stumbled out the door and down the stairs. He only glanced fleetingly this time at the wreckage in the living room as he stepped out into the cool afternoon air. The fresh air felt good on his face. He paused for a moment, closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself.
Doubt crept into the back of his mind. Was he going crazy? Had he really lost track of a whole year? Maybe the dates in the book and on the camera were wrong. He wanted to find something, anything, with a date on it that would contradict what he had found. He spent a couple hours sifting through garbage, looking at wadded paper in trash cans and mail left in mailboxes, but all of the dates he found preceded his wife’s death, which his rational mind accepted. By the time his wife died, the local community had devolved into nothing more than isolated pockets of terrified survivors. No one was getting mail. No one was paying bills. No one was printing newspapers. Hell, by that time there weren’t even any radio broadcasts anymore. This disconnection from the passage of time worried Anton. He felt like he was losing touch with reality. If he didn’t know what day it was, how could he know how old he was? How could he keep track of how much time had passed? And if he had really lost an entire year, how could he trust his own perception of the passage of time in the future?
He walked back into the house and scanned the boxes once again. Something had happened here sometime in the last three weeks. People had been here on July 11th. That realization gave him some hope. Maybe there were still others alive here in town. Maybe he could still find survivors. As he walked out of the room and back down into the devastation of the living room and kitchen, that hope faded somewhat.
‘What in the fuck happened here?’ he whispered quietly to the spattered, bullet-riddled walls. The question was met with nothing more than the soft buzzing of the flies in the otherwise eerie silence.
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WRITING STORY COLLECTION CHAPTER 12 - Retooling
Sandra looks back from the driver's seat. Fuck. Is everyone okay?
Grohl takes a deep breath. "As good as I can be, given the situation."
Everyone is worse for wear. Riley and Zoe just give a small nod to her.
"We'll be out of the woods soon. Promise," Sandra says, flooring it.
As the tires start to skid on a turn, a couple more military patrol vehicles skirt around the bend.
Sandra looks through the rear view mirror. "Looks like we got company!"
The team looks back and sees the lights from two cars peering back at them.
"Shit! Do we have anything in here to fend them off?" Zoe says.
Her and Riley start frantically looking around in the back.
As the cars start to close the gap, someone leans out of the passenger window with a megaphone. "Pull over! We will not let you get away!"
Fucking hell. Sandra cranes her neck towards the back. "Did y'all find anything?"
"Nothing's in here!" Riley replies.
Grohl starts to climb towards the back. "Look for secret compartments or something. There has to be at least a couple of weapons here."
Holy shit. We're really about to have a shootout. "Has anyone here ever shot a gun before?"
The car is silent. Great.
"Okay, well, if you find one, I'll give you a crash cour-"
The car lurches forward as one of the pursuers ram it.
"They're on us!" Zoe yells.
"Yeah, we know!" Grohl replies. "The fuck are we gonna do?"
"I have an idea, but it could go horribly. If I explain it, you might try to talk me out of it. So, just let me do it."
Zoe looks up from trying to peel back floor panels. "That sounds dangerous and like it could backfire."
"Probably, but it's better than trying to have a shootout with the cops."
"Okay, do it," Riley says. Zoe and Grohl nod.
Sandra nods her head and takes a deep breath. She looks through the mirror and sees the two cars speeding up toward them. Her eyes dart back to the team. "Y'all might want to hold on." She breaks and swerves the vehicle to be perpendicular to the road. The pursuers, still barrelling ahead, try to break but slam into the side of the vehicle. Their cars crumple at the front, with one of the people, the guy who was hanging out, getting flung out. The crash rocks the vehicle, but since it's military-grade transport, it ends up mostly unscathed. The force shakes everyone up, disorienting them for a bit.
"Is everyone okay?" Sandra says, shaking off the dizziness.
Everyone stumbles up. They all give nonverbal cues to let Sandra know they're not dead.
"Great. Let's get outta here."
Sandra drives off as smoke and fire create a blockade on the road behind them.
The team arrives at the hideout from way back before they met the informant.
"We made it, folks!" Sandra says, climbing out of the vehicle.
Zoe jumps out of the back and stretches like she just woke up. "Oof! That was insane. I'm really glad we didn't have to really fight too much with those guys."
Riley and Grohl are right behind her, hoisting a bagged-and-tagged General.
Riley puts one hand on Zoe's shoulder. "Look, if we had to, it would've been fine," He gestures towards Sandra. "We have Lady Liberty on our side!"
"Shut up, and let's go inside."
Once inside, Grohl and Riley affix the General to a chair, and everyone rotates taking showers. Once Grohl, the last person, comes out of the bathroom, everyone else is sitting at a table, with freshly uncanned food. "Oh wow! I don't think I've ever been this excited to see canned beans!" he says, a sly smile on his face.
"Haha. Sorry I wasn't really able to stock up any farm-to-table options, hope this is to your liking," Sandra says, sliding him a can as he sits down.
"Seriously, thanks."
"Okay, so...what next? We definitely can't really pursue the story the same way," Zoe says, swallowing down some beans.
Sandra shifts in her seat. "Well...I was thinking about it...and it seems like...we're going to need some backup."
Grohl squints. "Back up? Like what?"
"We should go talk to the Blades."
"Whoa whoa whoa. Those guys are actual terrorists!" Riley says, standing up.
Sandra laughs. "Yeah, 'terrorists' who actually saved our lives the last time we were in a pinch... I mean, why were we so willing to take him," she says, gesturing to the General. "But a group that's fighting the system directly is too extreme?"
Zoe gestures at Riley to calm down. "I mean, we're probably already considered terrorists at this point."
Grohl groans.
Sandra's eyes light up. "Exactly! And this way-"
"Whoa whoa", Zoe says, stopping Sandra. "I still have my reservations. I mean, I barely remember them getting us out of that prison, but I still don't want to know if we should go in that deep!"
"What?! What I'm telling you is that we are already that deep. I mean, ask the guys we've beat up, the two cars that crashed into us."
Grohl chimes in. "It's one thing to escape. It's another thing to attack." Riley and Zoe nod.
"But if we don't attack, then we're going to get attacked!" Sandra says, now standing up herself.
"I hear ya, but I just figure there's another way to broach this." Riley says, shrugging.
"So all of y'all feel this way?"
Everyone nods.
Fine. "Okay. how about this. We go to the Blades, connect with them, and see if they can help us out. Even if we don't work with them directly, it's better for us to have them in our corner than to not. Is that cool?"
After a small huddle, the rest of the group gives their approval. Sandra smiles.
"I do have a question." Grohl says.
"This feels like it's going to be more of a statement, but go on."
"Why don't we just connect with Liberty? I'm sure they could help us out."
"Liberty's vibe is more subterfuge and self-defense. The Blades are more diverse in their tactics."
Zoe sighs. "That makes me worried again."
Sandra shrugs. "I feel like we'd rather need that energy and not have it than have it and not need it. Anyway, let's get some sleep... we'll head out in the morning to meet them."
"Good morning," a soft voice says, almost like a dream.
...huh? Sandra gets a tang of iron in her nostrils and jolts up. Sitting next to her bed is SLASH, in their full glory. Sandra reaches behind herself, to try and grab something from under the bed.
"Hey hey, there's no need for that. I just wanted to talk."
Sandra sights. I probably couldn't take them anyway. "What-how are you here?"
"I had a feeling that your crew would do something insane eventually, so I've kept tabs. You all went dark for a bit until you ended up somehow getting to that research facility."
"How'd you know where we were?"
"A story for another time. Either way, with all of the noise you all have made, I'm not so sure you can go back to your normal routine. With that in mind, I'm hoping we can work together, since our goals are more aligned than ever."
"The enemy of my enemy...Interesting."
"Well?"
"Good thing I just convinced the team to work with y'all. I had the same idea--let's work together!"
"Great. Really your people, and meet us outside in an hour. Grab whatever supplies you want or need--we're going to have to raze this site."
"Raze??"
"This place is compromised now...you've probably come back to this place too many times. You'll need to find another base."
"Fuck. Okay. And what do you mean, we?"
"Some of the other Blades are taking care of that transport vehicle... You left a trail... and so we're going to help clean it up."
"Thanks."
"Yeah. Meet us outside, in a few. And...take another look at that military guy you have locked up...he wasn't looking too good when I came in."
Sandra nods.
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Da reverend smooch thin on the p clef hallway, looking around many ways. He thinks “there’s a mark to meet. Many ways to achieve, one direction. The roots grow towards thew ater.” Who am I? I’m the abstract concept of freedom. You, you’re here. Your eyes shift around the room, and your body has the shake brought by tension. Inside your mind: PICTURED: A hedgehig (You mistakenly refer to the creature as such) Digging a deep fox hole, as if a dog. The paws rapidly, in staccato motions. Pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat. You imagine this sound. A hole in the grounds, deepens. The creature produces a box, tin, all around, painted in a blue-black laquer with golf finishing. The box opens, but you cannot understand what it inside. [sic] You understand? The Box represents discovery. Your inability to picture what is inside represents the impossibility of knowing.“ Keblar. Keblar? You eharing me? Who da fuck. Put ‘ooey gooey COCK weeed gummies all over altar tray.” You pay no mind, staring at the wall... Sexual relations of non-human species is your primary interest. “High levels... Of homosexual sex between giraffe species..” Get the gig. The gig is what spins around deep and fast and thick. And you’re not able to pay any mind.
And you imagine yourself, splayed on the carpet of your home, delusional, agitated, convulsing in many ways and shrieking and screaming- WHAT IS CALLED FIGHT OR FLIGHT IN CER TAIN ACADEMIC CIRCLES- And you imagine yourself sitting in the driving seat of a bright orange automobile produced sometime in the late 1970s in detroit michigan. The engine hums and chugs. This pissess you off. In front of you, there are many cars, which makes you distressed. OUT LOUD: I hate these fools. Holding up traffic. You spit on your windshield and regret it. Your gaze shifts to the rear view mirror, and you see many other vehicles of many different colors and sizes not moving. “At least... I am lucky not to be one of those people. You hate traffic. It is, according to you, one of the worst blights in your society. So you imagine fixing traffic. Add a lane here, and one there, and make them much wider. You imagine, then, another lane, and, another perpendicular road to this one, a large 6 lane overpass passing over this road you are stuck underneath. You imagine ditches and turnpikes everywhere. Before long, you imagine the road you are on spreading out, ever wider and wider. Five lanes. Six lanes. Ten Lanes. The trees on the side of the road are pulverized. Twenty lanes. Forty lanes. Neighborhoods are razed. It spreads wider, and wider, until there are so many lanes you could call them infinite. You’re not sure if it is truly infinite, but there are so many that you couldn’t tell the difference. Earth, wrapping pole to pole, east to west, an unending highway travelling in one direction. There are satellites and space stations just above the earth, in its orbit, where academic men observe the earth through telescopes and cameras and computers. The earth (which is now a perfectly grey-black sphere)- is perfectly surveiled, scrutinized, every part of it. Traffic Jams are predicted using highly complex computer arrays using idealized models of potential car movements, and hot spots of interest (jams are most likely to occur surrounding major wind currents, and in storming conditions.) The computing devices in every car communicate their locations to the space stations, improving the accuracy of these systems through two-factor authentication. OUT LOUD: The only fools to get into traffic jams would deserve it, then. And when traffic jams form, they are tracked using spaghetti plot systems, formerly used for hurricanes- a method that, for many years following the earth drying initiative, fell into nearly complete disuse, but now enjoys a crucial role in the formation of the backbone of society. At one point, a location longitudinally sixty miles west of where san francisco once sat, a traffic jam formed and grew six stories tall. The military had to be involved.
On the dark side of the earth, that place where the sun does not shine, there is a special space station. It uses an atomic engine to replicate the light of the sun- or rather, to remake it in its own image. It has a large array of laser-lights, which diffuse through the earth’s atmosphere, and illuminate the former nights of the earth. However, there are sections of the planet, where crepuscular periods still exist- there exists some kind of transition, between day and artificial day- hence, there is a project to fill these periods as well by buildling another nuclear light station, known as the “three suns” initiative. In certain progressive circles, there is a growing movement which militantly states that the forever-sun should be generated through use of a massive solar mirror, built far out in space. They say, the light of the billion lazer diode array is eerie and unnatural, and the light of the sun is the common heritage of mankind.However, many appreciate the feeling of the new natural light, saying it reminds them of the headlights of vehicles and the overhead lighting in their homes, and that it is generally considered to be a public health service, since the rays contain lower levels of ultraviolet lights....
And beneath the many feet of asphalt and centuries of roads worn to dust the seas sit still, dead, coral reefs, once vibrant, smothered graveyards.
And you think to yourself? How easy would it be to get from work to home? How simple is it to get my groceries? How wonderous is it, that I can drive from Baltimore to santiago in a single day? A marvel! And I say to you “This is how I should be depicted, in your mind? But you don’t even hear me- the advertisement on your radio is too loud. A catchy jingle is played, which delights you, and bounces around in your head, forming new dimensions to your fantasy: And stoplights would be abandoned. And the largest employment agency on earth would be the traffic police. Necessarily, alcohol would have to be abolished. Most people would work from their cars on mobile devices. Gas stations have been abolished. Fuel trucks drive alongside your car and plug a hose into your gas tank-refilled mid-drive, like those american fighter jets. Air conditioning would be better. I love the animals of the earth, I love the animals of earth and their forest. They can be moved to mars, they can be moved to mars, and the plants, too, and we could love them from a distance.
One day, the artificial suns fell from heaven. Nobody knows why. Nobody would survive to know why. There were twenty of them. They did not burn in the atmosphere- simply too large. They hit the surface of the earth, and began to melt down. Nuclear fission technology. The temperature became very hot, and that killed most people. Radioactive elements dispersed. They caused sickness and cancer- they were poison. This killed the rest of the people on earth. The spacemen in orbit could not believe what happened, at first, then realized that what happened made some kind of sense.. They starved to death. The released heat would melt the roads. The cars sank into the tar. Some corpses were preserved this way. Others decomposed, forming a thin layer of topsoil. Quickly, this became dominated by species of weed that had survived growing up through cracks in concrete. Some of the artificial suns landed on the portions of road that covered the sea. It was cracked open in a moment. The roads sunk. Eventually fish would fill the oceans again.
The radio station in your car stopped playing music- the connection dropped? And you rolled the windows down, you said you needed fresh air. The glass cracked open. There were songbirds and crickets and bats, you heard. And you noticed, on the horizon, a magnificent orange sunset. Something froze you. You didn’t move.. And you sat there, in your motor vehicle, parked. You did not know what to think. You did not want to think. You were not going to think. So you did not. The traffic jam ended, and you fell into your bed, and slept, without eating. There is a saying- If you dream of wine, in the morning you will weep. If you dream of weeping, in the morning, you will go hunting.
And in an erratic fashion there contrived a species essential plot for memebers of HUMAN to suck elaborate cock mobile shelf stable robots with cream pie capability (cumming sperm inside of you) and to be honest, I’m kind of boarded on this idea. I think it’s fucking epic. The ligaments of creatures have a lot of collagen, they can be dissected into pieces, scattered and collected. Make a stock with them- boil it all day and night to render it into gelatin. These are the early phases of making the traditional european dish “ASPIC”
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June 18, 1922
Barney Google by Billy De Beck
I know the top panel's a reference to a much older song, but thanks to Barney, I've got a Kirsty MacColl song stuck in my head now. I'm not even complaining, tbh, it's a fantastic song. Better to think about that than the name of the rich man's driver, I suppose.
TOP PANEL
[ID: Barney trudges grumpily down a dirt road, singing to himself. /end]
Barney: 𝄞♩♩This is the end of a perfect day♩♪♪
Bah.
MAIN COMIC
[ID: Barney trudges down a dirt road past large boulders and wooden fences, shouldering a hobo's bindle. /end]
Barney: Gee, why doesn't some swell car come along and gimme a lift into the city...? The bums!!! Why do they always pass me up? Wow!!! I'm tired!!
[ID: Barney hides behind a tree in a grove by the side of the road, carrying a large log. /end]
Barney: By golly! I can't walk another step. The next auto that passes is gonna stop or I'll know the reason why!!!
SFX: Honk HONK Honk
[ID: As a convertible coupe with the top down speeds past with an aristocrat in the back seat with a top hat, long white beard and lit cigar in his mouth, Barney hastily tosses the log into the car's path. /end]
Barney: Ahh, a perfect aim. Right under the rear wheels!!
[ID: As the aristocrat agitatedly motions for his driver to stop, Barney runs into the street and tosses away the broken log. /end]
Barney: Now's my chance.
Aristocrat: Sambo, stop the car. We ran over something, back up!!
[ID: The aristocrat and his driver, a racist stereotype of a black man in a chauffeur's uniform, are distraught to see Barney lying in the road, feigning pain. /end]
Barney: OW WOW
Aristocrat: Great Scott, we've hit a bum.
[ID: The aristocrat nervously directs his driver to grab Barney by the legs. /end]
Aristocrat: Put him in the car, quick. He acts like he's dying.
Barney: OHH, OHH
Sambo: Yassuh, yassuh.
[ID: Barney falls asleep in the backseat of the coupe while the aristocrat and his driver nervously plan behind him. /end]
Barney: Oh, boy. It worked like a charm. Now for a long snooze on these comfy cushions.
Aristocrat: Shh. There were no witnesses. Get into the car and drive through the field, away from the road. We'll have to hurry, someone may come along.
[ID: The aristocrat directs his driver to drive perpendicular to the road, into the grass beyond. /end]
Barney: [a picture of a log being sawed in half]
ZZZ ZZZ ZZZ
Aristocrat: Now swing over to the ditch on the left and stop the car, I want to get out.
Sambo: Yassuh.
[ID: The aristocrat walks through a field, carefully eyeing the grounds. /end]
Aristocrat: Ahh. An ideal spot.
[ID: The aristocrat motions for his driver to back up the car towards him. /end]
Barney: ZZ ZZ
Aristocrat: All right, Sambo. Back a little more. Whoa...
[ID: The aristocrat gets into his car and tosses a rudely awakened Barney out of his seat, into a small pond filled with cattails. /end]
Aristocrat: There. That's a big load off my mind.
Barney: ??????
[ID: Barney stands and angrily swears at the aristocrat as he drives off. /end]
Barney: ★★★★★ XXXXX!! ☆*☆ !!!!/\/\/\/\/\!!! ? ! \/\/\/\/\ /\/\/\/\ !!! ໑໑໑໑!! ***
#newspaper comics#vintage#history#1922#barney google#transcript available#1920s#insurance fraud#vehicular manslaughter#hitchhiking#and other fun pastimes#tw: racism#sambo
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summer au 👀
ah my exes to lovers summer au! this will be my big project next year, basically about eddie coming back to the small lake town he spent every summer at as a kid, and uhhh running into his ex while he's there! most of it is just outline, but have a lil peek at the opening scene:
In the back of their truck, Chris is sprawled perpendicular across the leather seats, eyes half-lidded as he watches a movie on the iPad, something loud and bright. From this angle, Eddie can see the way his tawny curls stick to the back of his neck, drenched with sweat despite the half-bottle of water Eddie forced him to drink earlier.
“How much longer until the tow truck arrives?”
Eddie pulls out his phone again, frowning at the screen, the cheery No Service banner flashing at the top. He’d managed to get one bar an hour prior, climbing up a nearby hill and relaying their location through the crackle of the speaker, but whatever magic was on their side that time seems to have dissipated now, no calls connecting regardless of how high he climbs.
“They said it might take a bit,” he says apologetically, feeling every bit the shitty dad as Chris groans, face screwed up by exhaustion and heat. “We’re pretty far off the beaten path here, kiddo.”
Here meaning the dirt path of Regional Road 32, a one-lane stretch of dark soil more suited for a side-by-side than a truck, redwood trees swaying high in the sky above. Eddie knows, logically, that they can’t be more than a fifteen-minute drive at this point from River Ridge, the town just over the crest of the mountain direct west, but he doesn’t think that him and Chris are exactly prepped for a trek through the forest.
#asked and answered#this fic is just. so daunting to really start because i know it's going to be long#but it's my love letter to ontario cottage country but uhhh set in california#ask games
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road trip headcanons [ genshin guys ]
prompt: road trip hcs for the genshin guys
characters: albedo, childe, dainsleif, diluc, kaeya, scaramouche, xiao, zhongli w/ gn!reader
word count: 2.3k words
warnings: none? fluff, modern!au
a/n: for all the guys,,, besides the unreleased ones/ones we haven't met in quests HAHA
albedo
when asked to create a road trip playlist, albedo is the type to queue up scientific podcasts. he says they're relaxing and that being idle in the car is a great time to learn.
if he's not the one driving, he 100% has a blanket and is cozy in the passenger's seat. if there's no conversation, he might as well use the time to sleep, right?
but, if you ask albedo about his current research or begin to tell him about your day, he'll be wide awake and either listening or blabbing away. unlike how he reacts to most people, conversations with you never bore him.
if you do nag him into playing music instead, he'll play classical music. it's mentally stimulating, okay?
he'll have fun telling you species of trees that the two of you pass.
is an excellent driver. he's smart and driving is a piece of cake for him. probably the best driver of all of the guys listed here and he's very quiet with his frustrations as well.
if you let albedo fall asleep, he'll fill the car with soft snores before abruptly shaking his head as he sits up, awake.
if conversation lulls and he's not driving yet can't sleep, he'll pull out his sketchbook and (not-so-secretively) draw pictures of you.
... will likely ask to stop for ice cream. he has a sweet tooth... use it as a chance to steal a kiss with the excuse that he has ice cream on the corner of his mouth!
will plan what hotels you stop at ahead of time because albedo knows you'll get tired and he wants to ensure that you're well-rested, as compared to having to sleep in the car for part of the time.
childe
is a pretty decent driver but takes aggressive drivers as competition, so don't let this man drive in the city.
childe will stop for fast food if you'd like, but also enjoys preparing snacks for the two of you to take. look, he cut you a little bag of strawberries in the shape of hearts! he's kind of a dork about this so hype him up, he'll get flustered but in a good way.
has a playlist of 00's bops that he knows every single word to. WILL make you duet promiscuous with him.
he's pretty noisy, but burns out quickly in energy. after an hour or two of singing, he'll likely suddenly get kind of mellow and go quiet for a few minutes hehe.
will find anything and everything to talk about. he doesn't want you to get bored!
tries to drive the car more than you because he doesn't want you to feel obligated to drive ;;; he just wants you to relax!
will point out weird license plates or bumper stickers he sees on other cars.
whenever you two stop to use the bathroom, he probably ends up kissing you for several minutes in the parking lot lol
inadvertently messes up his sleep schedule by napping too much
definitely dreams of you in his sleep and sleep talks through it. the two of you can have a conversation while he naps in the car, but he won't remember any of it nor will his contributions even be coherent.
dainsleif
naturally, he's just kind of a... quiet presence. you'll have to handle the aux cord or start conversation, otherwise dain will sit there brooding in his own thoughts.
probably hasn't been on a road trip with anyone before, but finds himself really appreciating your company as he drives!
is a good driver but absolutely gets confused by toll roads. forgets his wallet in his luggage, which is packed securely in the trunk, so he's fumbling for spare change whenever the two of you pass one.
probably doesn't like fast food but will begrudgingly eat french fries from mcdonalds if you stop. (get him a happy meal... you can watch him fumble with the toy for a few minutes)
doesn't like to sleep if you're driving. he knows you're capable, he just has a natural tendency to worry that something will happen if you're not awake.
dainsleif will tell you stories of his past if you ask him, but only if you've been on the road for a few hours. there's something about the soft intimacy of being in the car with you for that long that makes him want to share parts of himself with you, but only if you wish to hear them.
if you two pass a truly scenic area, he'll stop to take your picture. he's sentimental, okay? it'll take a bit of coaxing to get him to take a selfie with you, though.
refuses to go above the speed limit. dain says they're there for a reason. however, if you call him a bootlicker for this, he refuses to go no less than 5 over the speed limit from then on.
doesn't recline his chair whatsoever. his legs and torso are perpendicular.
... will want to hold your hand as he's driving. sure, two hands is safer, but he likes the feel of your hand in his!
diluc
offers to just buy the two of you first class plane tickets to wherever you wish to go, even if it's only an hour or two drive away.
doesn't really get the appeal of a road trip at first, yet agrees to go anyways... he can't resist when you look at him with such pleading eyes.
after you explain the appeal to him, diluc nods as if he understands, then offers to pay for a driver so the two of you can sit in the backseat together. he clearly does not understand.
making diluc eat mcdonalds for the first time on a road trip. is baffled by the concept of a bts meal. eats it anyways. is slightly mad you got a happy meal and he didn't because he's jealous of the toy.
probably packs a whole charcuterie board as a snack or whatever lmfao but FRESH GRAPES,,, fresh grapes galore,,,
whips out a clear cup full of grape juice and starts chugging it while driving until you lecture him that a cop will probably think its wine and pull the two of you over.
if you're driving, diluc unabashedly just stares at you when he thinks you're not paying attention. he finds you pretty, okay?
doesn't really know the songs you play on the aux too well, yet hums along to them under his breath if he can pick up on the melody.
doesn't like small talk, but it's not small talk if it's you! diluc... might not be the best conversationalist for the hours you're in the car together, but he'll try, just for you!
will book a really nice hotel for the two of you then immediately just tugs you into bed with him. just because the two of you spent the whole day in the car together doesn't mean he's had enough of you yet -- it's not like he could just reach over and give you a hug in the middle of driving!
kaeya
the best music of all of the guys. easily the most trustworthy with the aux. probably has a pretty decent singing voice, yet won't sing louder than a soft melody.
likes to stop for fast food on the road, but also really tries to find local restaurants in the area for the two of you to eat at. he figures giggling with you in a booth is a nice break from the eyesore of the same repetitive scenes while driving.
whines if you don't hold his hand, whether it be you driving or him driving. you can't sit there looking that cute and not hold his hand.
will snore if he falls asleep so you're probably gonna have to wake him up whenever he dozes off if you want to stay sane.
definitely speeds but then nearly breaks whenever he sees a possible cop car. if you weren't awake before, you certainly are now whenever he abruptly changes the speed.
is really experienced with city driving, so if it makes you anxious, he's your best bet.
will randomly comment on how cute you look while driving and will also curse out anyone on the road who makes you angry while you drive. he's supportive! plus he finds it fun
likes to drive into the night. its especially nice for him if you're in an area with low light pollution. he finds the night sky fascinating and, much to your surprise, knows little constellations and will point them out to you.
likes to play a game when the two of you are on the road. he describes a person that the both of you know in abstract terms and your job is to guess them. whenever kaeya starts off with a negative description, you know he's talking about diluc.
he's often busy with work and kaeya finds that love is stored in the little things, so being able to spend this time with you, even if it's the mundane task of driving, means the world to him.
scaramouche
surprisingly doesn't get road rage. instead, he gets passenger road rage, in which he gets really angry if people seem like they're trying to fuck with you while you're driving.
very knowledgeable about little hole-in-the-wall places to stop on your drive... no, he didn't make an itinerary, stop looking at his phone!
doesn't really like to stop for fast food either. would prefer to stop at a sit-down restaurant, mainly so you can relax.
it's hard for you to irritate him, but you realize you can push his buttons by asking 'are we there yet?'. scaramouche will passive aggressively gesture to the gps and estimated arrival time.
if you ask him again immediately after he does that, he'll start muttering prayers in snezhnayan that you can't understand. if you didn't know him better, you'd be petrified.
this is your ONE CHANCE to smother him in compliments. he has nowhere to run away. instead, he has to sit there while you tell him how lovely and cute he is, all while slowly turning into a tomato in the process.
probably only wears pajamas during the road trip. why look fancy when you could feel comfy?
subtly offering snacks and drinks all the time to you. he just wants to make sure you're well taken care of, even if he can't necessarily communicate it in the nicest way.
you can tell he's about to fall asleep when he starts getting all sappy to you. you're his soft spot and scaramouche just... really wants you to know how much he appreciates you. no, he's not crying. harbingers don't cry. look away. your eyes are deceiving you, just like the stars.
xiao
bounces his legs constantly in the car. he doesn't ride them very often and is unused to the mechanical movements, so bouncing his leg soothes him.
also gets a bit antsy after a while, so he's nearly clawing at the walls by the time the two of you stop to take a break and walk around.
clenches the steering wheel a bit too hard... but you don't comment on it. he looks tense enough while driving.
surprisingly has pretty decent music. it's likely just a generic lo-fi playlist he found on spotify, but its a far cry from what you expected him to actually play.
like diluc, xiao will stare at you while he's driving. he's an admirer, and he finds the way your brow subtly furrows as you see something in the distance to be utterly mesmerizing.
call him out for it and he gets all embarrassed, but will also grumble about how he loves you under his breath.
he's kind of clumsy with a kamera whenever the two of you stop, but he likes to take pictures of everything!
sometimes, when the two of you are sightseeing wherever you decide to stop, you'll suddenly notice that xiao is no longer by your side. look behind you and you'll find xiao stopping to pet and talk to any dog that the two of you pass.
likes to buy you little trinkets from gift shops if they remind him of you. oh, the little sculpture is the same color of your eyes? oh, it's an object that has your birthstone in it? oh, it's a cute stuffed plush of your favorite animal? xiao's secretly buying it while your distracted and giving it to you in the car.
zhongli
music isn't very necessary when you have thousands of years of information stored in one being right next to you!
likes to use the road trip as driving practice... he's still acclimating to living with humanity.
uses a gps just in case roads have changed, but is very familiar with the terrain and tells you stories about different areas you pass through.
isn't too familiar with the human side of things, so it's up to you to figure out where the two of you will stop for lunch and dinner. just... no seafood for him, please.
likes to hold your hand while he's driving and rub his thumb back and forth of your knuckles. he finds it comforting.
you had to explain to him what a road trip consisted of before the two of you set out (as, y'know, he used to be a god and is used to teleporting places) and zhongli is utterly enthralled by the concept.
part of humanity that zhongli is still trying to grasp is how it's okay if results aren't immediate. sometimes the fun is found in the journey, not the destination, and zhongli truly understands that during his road trip with you.
while he has eons of information of his own life to share, zhongli also enjoys sitting back and discussing your own life stories. sure, they might not be as grand as tales of the archon war, but they're you, so zhongli adores them nonetheless.
#genshin impact x reader#albedo x reader#childe x reader#dainsleif x reader#diluc x reader#kaeya x reader#scaramouche x reader#xiao x reader#zhongli x reader#genshin impact#albedo#childe#dainsleif#kaeya#diluc#scaramouche#xiao#zhongli#axia's writing#jeez so many tags
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based in part on the speculation in this post by @thatgirlwhowritesbooks
Nancy looked up at the sound of the front door closing. Bess dropped her purse on the table next to the door and slumped against the door, sighing heavily.
“Bess? What’s wrong?”
Bess made a token effort to pull herself together as she looked up at Nancy’s voice but it wasn’t much. “Ace left.”
Nancy frowned. “I know?” He was headed off on another road trip, again to destinations unknown. Nancy had a suspicion that he was going to see Grant but Ace wouldn’t confirm anything. She, George, and Nick had said goodbye to him the night before at a little going away party but Bess had wanted one last morning with her platanchor.
Bess shook her head. “No, Nancy. Ace left.” She swallowed. “I don’t think he’s coming back.”
“What are you talking about?” Nancy asked, willing her heart to resume beating in her chest.
“I don’t- he didn’t say anything,” Bess continued, “but I just know. He’s not planning to come back.”
Nancy didn’t believe her, didn’t want to believe her. “No. He wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t just-” Except he had once, hadn’t he? When he left with Amanda, he’d only sent a text on his way out of town.
Bess sniffed and wiped at her eyes. “I don’t know.” She paused long enough to hang up her coat before trudging up the stairs. Nancy didn’t turn to watch her go; she didn’t move at all. Her mind was whirring, thinking through everything Ace had said or done in the last few weeks after everything had finally settled in town (for now). There had been a distance to him, one she didn’t know how to bridge, didn’t know if she wanted to bridge it truthfully. But she hadn’t thought it was enough that he would just leave. Leave his family and his home and his platanchor and her. Sure, they’d drifted apart the last few months with his relationship with Amanda and the Bobbseys and Nancy’s flirtations with Agent Park but she couldn’t imagine the man who had asked her not to leave them all behind would turn around and do exactly that.
Nancy tried to picture a future without Ace and bolted out the door. She didn’t even stop to grab a jacket and the harsh pelting of the cold rain didn’t make her turn around. If Ace had already left, she didn’t have much time.
Thankfully, she’d left her keys under the seat in her car and Nancy was on the road in moments. At first, she headed for Ace’s house before detouring down side roads to the highway. If Ace was really leaving for good he might take the long way out of town which would hopefully give Nancy time to catch up or even cut him off. The rain was vicious as she sped down the road and Nancy was glad for it. It made her focus on the road and not on Ace leaving. Certainly not on whatever the hell she was doing.
The road was slick enough that Nancy almost spun out peeling onto the highway but she didn’t slow down. A few minutes later, she caught sight of Florence’s tail lights ahead of her and sped up even more. The road curved around the edge of the cliffs and normally Nancy wouldn’t be driving anywhere close to these speeds but she felt the urgency of this moment in her bones and there was no way she was slowing down.
The weather had kept everyone else off the roads which made it easy for Nancy to pull an exceptionally dangerous stunt and speed around Ace before slamming the breaks. She heard the tires squeal as they fought to get traction on the road and the car slid from side to side. Behind her, she heard Ace lean on his horn as Florence turned perpendicular to the road in his own attempt not to slam into her.
When both cars were stopped, Nancy threw her door open and stopped out. Across from her, Ace was hurrying out of Florence, only his undying love for his car preventing him from slamming the door closed. Unlike Nancy, Ace had a thick raincoat on. “Nancy, are you okay? What the hell was that?!”
“What the hell is this?” Nancy shot back, pointing at Florence. “Bess said you’re not coming back?”
Ace froze only briefly. “I never said that,” he protested. But it was weak.
“So you’re saying Bess is wrong? About you?”
“Nancy-”
“Are you coming back after your trip, yes or no?” Nancy yelled at him.
Ace didn’t answer right away. He just looked at her. Finally, “I don’t know.”
“What does that mean?” Nancy asked. “You were just going to drive away and decide later if we were worth coming back for?” If Nancy was worth coming back for? The way Ace looked at her told her he’d heard what she hadn’t said. “Don’t you think we deserved to know that? Don’t you think we deserved to know that we might never see you again?”
“I would have told you,” Ace protested. “When I decided.”
“And when was that going to be?” Nancy scoffed. “When you were far enough away that we couldn’t stop you?”
“Honestly? I didn’t think it mattered too much,” Ace confessed. “I didn’t really think anyone would try to stop me. Nick and George are good, they have each other. Bess would make sure we kept in touch and she’d find a way to come visit me wherever I end up.”
“And me?” Nancy asked. “What about me?” She wasn’t positive but she was pretty sure she’d started crying at some point. The rain made it hard to tell.
“You’d be okay,” Ace told her. “You’re Nancy Drew, you’re strong. And you have your dads, and Bess, and Nick and George.” He paused, like he wanted to go but didn’t know how. “There’s not really a place for me here,” Ace continued. “I feel...I don’t know. Like I’m frozen in place. I get now why you wanted to go to Columbia. Go somewhere new. Try new things. Be someone else for a change. I want that, Nancy. I want to hit the refresh button.”
“And us? Are we just going to be a permanent part of your history?”
Ace was shaking his head before Nancy even got the words out. “Not possible.” Nancy didn’t know what to say to that. The two of them were left staring at each other in the middle of the road, rain pelting down around them. “Jesus, Nancy, you must be freezing,” Ace murmured. He started to take off his jacket but Nancy stopped him with a hand on his.
“No. It’s fine.” She stepped back. “Don’t be a stranger okay?” Before Ace could say anything else, Nancy spun on her heel and started back towards her car.
She got three steps before there was a hand on her elbow stopping her. Ace didn’t try to turn her around but neither did he hold her in place. He simply rested his hand on her arm and Nancy was helpless to step away. “Nancy,” he murmured. “That’s it? You chase me down in the middle of a storm and that’s it?”
Nancy closed her eyes before half turning back to him. He didn’t drop his arm. “What do you want me to say? You want a refresh. You want to go somewhere else and be someone new. I get that. I do. And when I wanted that, you were ready to let me go. So that’s what I’m doing.”
Ace looked at her strangely. “Letting me go?” It sounded different when he said it. Like he was talking about more than just Nancy not stopping him from driving away.
Nancy swallowed thickly. “If that’s what you want,” she agreed.
“...and if it’s not?”
“Well then you’ll have to tell me what you do want because I honestly don’t know.”
Yeah, they weren’t talking about Ace leaving Horseshoe Bay anymore.
Ace used the hand still on Nancy’s arm to gently turn her to face him fully. At some point he had stepped closer so that they were barely a breath apart and only then did Ace let his hand drop. Nancy had to close her eyes at the sudden, pressing memory of the dreamscape. It was the last time Nancy had felt Ace so close.
“I want you,” Ace confessed softly. His voice was so quiet Nancy could barely make him out over the sound of the storm, even standing as close as they were. Nancy’s heart started beating faster. “But that’s not possible, is it?”
“Says who?” Nancy couldn’t help but reply.
Ace’s eyes widened as he looked at her. “Agent Park?” He asked.
Nancy raised an eyebrow. “Amanda?”
“That’s over.”
“Agent Park went back to DC. Nothing ever happened.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m not.” Nancy took in a shuddering breath. “He wasn’t you.”
Ace’s hands came up to cup her neck gently, angling her face up towards his. “Nancy,” he murmured. “Can I kiss you?”
Nancy looked at him and everything he was offering and shook her head. Ace’s face shuttered and his hands started to fall away but she grabbed them and held them in place against her. “I don’t want to do this and then watch you leave,” she told him. He opened his mouth but she cut him off. “And I don’t want to ask you to stay when what you really want is to leave.”
He opened and closed his mouth twice before saying, “and if I want to come back?”
“Do you?” She asked seriously. “Because you just said-”
“I said I want something new,” Ace cut her off. “This would be new. This could be a refresh. For both of us.”
Nancy felt her resolve withering away. “I don’t want you to stay just for me.”
“Why? What would be so bad about that?” He paused. “Not that it would be just for you but you would absolutely tip the scales in Horseshoe Bay’s favor.” Nancy felt a weight lift off her shoulders at his words. It would be too much pressure on her and any relationship they might have to be the only thing keeping Ace in town, keeping him from everything else he wanted.
“You’re still going to leave,” she reminded him. Ace looked a little torn for a moment but nodded. “I get it,” she added. “Can’t turn down a chance to see your brother.”
“I never said-” Ace protested.
Nancy smiled. “I know you.”
Ace smiled back. “Yeah. You do.” He leaned down and pressed a warm kiss to her forehead. Nancy closed her eyes. “I’ll come back Nancy,” he promised.
“I’ll see you when you do,” she promised back. Slowly, they pulled away from each other. “Tell Grant I said hi.”
Ace huffed a little laugh. “I will.” He stood still and watched her as she walked back to her car and got inside. The sudden warmth of the car after standing outside so long sent a chill down her spine and Nancy told herself that that was all it was. Nothing to do with the lingering feeling of Ace’s lips on her skin. She turned her car on and watched as Ace slowly turned and walked back to Florence, looking over his shoulder at her with every other step. He was nearly there when Nancy said, “screw it,” and threw her car door open.
Though she didn’t say anything as she hurried after Ace, he must have heard her over the rain somehow because he spun around and met her halfway. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her to her toes so her lips could meet his. Nancy dug one hand into Ace’s wet hair and curled the other around his neck and kissed him back.
Nancy felt instantly warm from his embrace, his touch sending bright, hot tingles through her body. They moved together, already so familiar with each other that the kiss felt perfectly natural. Like they’d been doing it for years.
“Woah,” Ace let out when they separated. Neither moved far, just enough to press their foreheads together, their arms pulling each other closer. The rain trickled to a stop and Nancy could see Ace clearly for the first time. “That was-”
“How long’s your trip?” Nancy asked.
Ace laughed and kissed her again, quickly this time. “Two weeks. Maybe less.”
“Hmm. Less is more, right?” Nancy asked. She dug her other hand into Ace’s hair and pulled him into another kiss. “You should hurry back. We can always go see Grant again some time.”
“We?”
“Yeah. I figure most things are we now, right?”
Ace beamed and kissed her again. Nancy let herself have this for a few more minutes before finally dragging herself away. “You were leaving,” she reminded him.
“I am,” he agreed. He leaned in and kissed her one last time, a warm press of lips to her forehead. “I’ll call you when I stop for the night.”
“Drive safe.”
“You too.” Ace gave her a small glare. “No more Mad Max stunts okay?”
Nancy laughed lightly. “I won’t. Besides, I already got what I wanted.”
Ace smiled. “Yeah. You did."
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