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bokutosbiceps · 11 months

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matsuoka rin x f!reader | fluff + smut | 1.9k words

summary: rin takes you back to japan for gou’s graduation + your first stop is a familiar hot springs resort. rin lets the heat get to his head.

warnings: handsy/horny rin, mentions of death and depression, mild cursing, suggestive themes, nsfw, nsfw under the cut, almost voyeurism, fingering, humping, semi-public sex, it gets so sad then so horny lol

18+ MINORS DNI

“Ah, this place is just like I remember it!” Rin dropped his duffel bag on the tatami mat next to the door and stretched his arms into the air, sighing.

Rin had to return to Japan for Gou’s high school graduation and decided to take this opportunity to bring you to his home country for a little getaway, complete with introducing you to his family and friends. Hence the immediate reservation made at Anago Hot Springs three days before Gou’s graduation to spend some romantic alone time with you before subjecting you to the chaos that was Iwatobi.

“Oh, have you been here before?” You asked, kicking the door shut behind you and dropping your bag next to his. Rin hummed in confirmation and approached you, taking your hand and leading you to the big glass window that completed one of the walls of your room. He positioned you in front of him and secured his arms around your waist, resting his chin in between your neck and shoulder and gazing out at the view of the shoreline that the window offered.

“Yeah, but this time is gonna be different.” You could hear the lilt in his voice and turned your neck to look at his face. The smirk that you expected to be there was flourishing on his face and his fingers started to rub circles into your hips.

“Why is that?”

“Because I’m here with you.” He placed a chaste kiss to your jawline before releasing you. “Let’s go into town, I’m starving!”

Rin held your hand as you two walked through town, stopping at various food and activity stalls to sample snacks and challenge each other to multiple games. Once you had both had your fill, Rin opted to walk with you along the shore, still holding your hand.

“I missed the beaches here so much.” He smiled, looking out over the water simmering under the moonlight. You cocked an eyebrow at him.

“We have beaches in Sydney, babe. We literally live five minutes from one of the biggest tourist beaches in Australia.”

“Yeah, but…something about the beaches in Japan is different.” Rin stops walking to fully face the water, prompting you to stand beside him and acknowledge the water as well. The water was a deep blue, that somehow glowed even in the darkness, and the lull of the waves along the shoreline seemed to have a gentle calm to it. You could immediately understand what he meant once you stopped to regard it the way that he did. “Maybe it’s because I always came to the beach when I needed to clear my head.” He smiled softly and started to scrape at the sand with his toe. “Or maybe it’s because it’s the last place my dad ever saw. Makes me feel close to him.”

You turned your head to see Rin still smiling down at the sand, no doubt thinking about his late father who had drowned at sea while working an honest job to provide for his little family. You squeezed his hand. “Is that why you swim?” You asked slowly, trying to make Rin feel safe enough to talk about his feelings. He was probably feeling a multitude of emotions since coming back to Japan after two long years of being away. He was probably being reminded of all the feelings he felt during his time here. He was probably feeling the closest he’d felt to his dad in a long time.

“At first, I wanted to train hard so I could carry out the dream that my dad never got to see through.” Rin chuckled gently and lifted his head to look out across the ocean again. “But after meeting Haru, Makoto, Sousuke, and the others, I started to swim for myself. I trained hard so that I could swim with them.” Rin let go of your hand momentarily to kneel down and brush his fingertips across the waves. “I wonder if you’ll like them.” He straightened up and dried his hand on his pants before grabbing your waist.

“I’ve met Haru.” You smiled fondly at the memory of the black haired, blue eyed man staying in your apartment when he came to visit Rin last winter. You had never seen two humans bicker more than Rin and Haru, but you could see the years of friendship between them with just a glance.

Haru took to you immediately upon seeing you interact with Rin. Mainly the way you liked to tease him and make him blush. Haru knew Rin was in good hands with you in Australia. He knew of the loneliness Rin experienced during his first time living in Australia, and was glad to see he didn’t have to worry about that this time around.

“Yeah, you guys are just two peas in a pod. Arguing with me about every single damn thing.” Rin shook his head and squeezed your hip, causing you to giggle.

“Tell me about the others.”

“Well, Sousuke, you’ve met him on facetime. There’s not really much more to him than the stubborn, responsible guy you’ve spoken with. He’s probably kept me the most grounded out of any of my friends, but he’s a pain sometimes, the bastard.”

You remember meeting Sousuke one evening when you had arrived home and found Rin laughing and chatting with him over facetime. Rin immediately took the opportunity to introduce you two and the first thing you did was take note of how handsome Sousuke was. This lead to a string of teasing on your part, petty jealousy on Rin’s part, and more teasing on Sousuke’s part. The next time Sousuke happened to be facetiming Rin, Rin made it his life’s mission to keep you away, as if you were going to fall in love with Sousuke just upon seeing his face again. But over time, Rin got over his petty jealousy and allowed you to befriend his best friend. Now, Sousuke was someone you kept in touch with—mainly to gossip about Rin.

Rin went on to talk about Makoto, Nagisa, Momotarou, and Nitori, reminiscing about all the fun times they had together before he left for Australia. Rin talked about his high school days for the duration of the walk back to your inn.

He chatted with you about all the things he wanted to show you once you were back in his hometown while you slipped out of your street clothes and into the robes that the onsen provided.

“I’m gonna take a dip in the hot springs before bed. What are you gonna do?” You asked, securing the belt of the robe around your waist. Rin grinned and did the same.

“I’m gonna join you.”

“Rin, you know very well they are not co-ed pools.” You narrowed your eyes at him as he followed you into the hall after locking your room door.

“Awe, c’mon, it’s late. There’s probably not gonna be anyone around!” Rin pleaded with you all the way to the entrance of the hot springs. You stopped in front of the women’s entrance and smirked at him.

“If I didn’t know you any better I would think you’re just trying to see me wet and naked.” You ran your fingers up along the collar of his robe, lingering to wrap your fingers around the fabric and pull Rin close to you.

“I’m just trying to spend time with my beautiful girlfriend.” Rin said innocently. He leaned in and let the tip of his nose brush against yours. “Getting to see you wet and naked is always a perk, though.”

You placed a chaste kiss to his lips before letting go of him and pushing open the door to the women’s entrance. “You’ll survive, honey. Try not to pass out from the heat!” You waved at Rin before disappearing behind the door, leaving him speechless, hot, and bothered.

You made quick work of slipping out of your robe and slippers, stashing them away in a cubby, and rinsing yourself off before sliding into the warm water. You let out a content sigh, somewhat relieved that you were the only one in the pool and allowing yourself to feel the stress of the long day of travel evaporate from your body with the steam.

You were about to doze off when the door to the entrance opened and you heard the sequential splash of someone rinsing themselves off. Before you could turn around to politely greet whoever it was that would join you, a figure flashed across your field of vision and dove into the pool.

A creeping suspicion crawled its way up your chest as you shielded your face from being splashed with the steamy water. You lowered your arm just in time to catch a glimpse of a wet mess of maroon locks as Rin swam up to you, stopping only to rest his arms on your thighs and float in front of where you were sitting against the rim of the pool. A smirk was plastered across his lips.

“If you think you can get rid of me that easily, think again, baby.” Rin grinned at you and pushed himself out of the water to start nibbling on your neck, sneaking one of his hands to fit in between your thighs and push them apart.

“Matsuoka Rin, we are in public!” You scolded, pushing his hands away from in between your thighs. He just smirked at you and pressed his bare chest against yours.

“Eh…public private.” He drew out the last word in emphasis, completing his point by looking around the empty pool before turning back to you with a mischievous grin. You let him push your thighs apart again before sinking into his touch with a sigh as he ghosted his fingers over your clit.

You moaned and let your head fall forward onto Rin’s shoulder as he continued his ministrations on your neck and in between your thighs. He cupped your cheek with his other hand and brought your head up to meet your eyes before pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was soft and sweet, he moved his lips against yours in sync with each stroke of his fingers against your clit. He successfully managed to pry your lips apart with his tongue at the same time he plunged two fingers inside of you, making you gasp into his mouth. Your sounds were almost too much for Rin to bear.

“C’mere.” He growled, quickly taking your place against the rim of the pool and grabbing your hips to have you grind your ass against his cock. He bucked his hips against you and sank his teeth into your shoulder as he continued to hump you under the water, feeling as though he might pass out from the steamy pool and the excitement of having his lover there with him.

Without any notice, Rin gently lifted you from his lap and pulled himself out of the pool before turning around to offer you his hand. “Now, let’s continue this in the room or I will pass out from all this heat.” You blushed when you noticed he was still completely hard and wondered how he was going to walk back to your room like that. You took his hand and let yourself be pulled up and out of the pool.

“I will never understand why you suggested a hot spring when you know you get dizzy from the heat.” You chuckled as you slipped back into your robe, not bothering to tie it properly as you knew it would be dragged off once you set foot in the room.

“The heat from you and the pool, babe. You and the pool.”

#free!#free! eternal summer #free! the final stroke #free! iwatobi high school swim club #free! road to the world #free! dive to the future #matsuoka rin #rin matsuoka #matsuoka rin x reader #rin matsuoka x #rin matsuoka x reader #free! smut #matsuoka rin smut #rin matsuoka smut #rin smut

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angrelysimpping · 1 year

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if i made it in time to request… may i ask for LIs reacting to a super badass pc who constantly gets into fights and isn’t good at socializing but once around LI is super docile and soft like a lovesick puppy?

Contents: Alex, Avery, Eden, Kylar, Robin, Sydney, Whitney (they/them); Reader (you/your); mentions of public sex in Whitney's section; mentions of blood and fighting but nothing too explicit

Words: ~ 300 each

Alex

Does not realize for the longest time.

They think you're just the sweetest.

Always hanging around you on the farm, making sure nothing happens.

Tosses a bail of hay at you cause they just can't help it. They wanna see you squirming and pinned, needing their help.

But you surprise them, taking care of yourself.

That doesn't tip Alex off, though.

Not even when they catch you jumping the fence, taking a solid swing at that one pervert who likes to catcall Alex as they work, lets Alex in on how much of a scrapper you are.

Why would it?

You're always so sweet with them. Always making them tea, sitting in their lap, getting pinned under Alex's weight in bed. If that pervert pushed you to your limit, they must have really been out of line.

Then come the raids.

And Alex sees a pack of Remy’s goons scatter at the mere sight of you.

And they can see it. All at once, they understand.

Maybe it's the way you stand, silhouetted against the security lights. Maybe it's the cock of your head or the twitch in your hand as they form into fists.

And Alex falters.

Have you been hiding this from them? The fact that, well, that you're not just some soft townie?

Those thoughts, fears, of you lying to them dissipate as the night winds down, and Remy's goons are sent packing.

Before Alex even gets the chance to question you about it, you're tugging them into bed, curling into their side.

And the tightness in their chest relaxes, melting against you.

So, you've still got a few surprises in you, huh? That's fine. You're still Alex's partner, and they're yours.

Honestly, they never realize you’re bad at socializing. Standoffish while meeting their family? Yeah, that’s understandable. Have a hard time talking to customers on the farm? Well, that’s Alex’s job anyway.

Avery

Avery took a gamble on you, really.

You were just so nice to look at, would look so pretty on their arm at events.

And then the way you looked at them, all dopy-eyed. A lovesick pup ready to do anything Avery asked of you. Yeah, Avery can work with that.

Of course, your shit social skills are a minus. A really big minus. But, as long as you cling to Avery’s arm and look good, gaze at them like they hang the stars in the sky, then they can live with you not being the best socialite in the world.

They will try to get you into etiquette classes though, trying to make you even more valuable to them.

They find out you get into fights quick, idling in their car near the school one afternoon only to see you getting into a fistfight with someone who tried to grope you.

On one hand, Avery’s pissed. The last thing they need is their name tied to some delinquent. Also, what with your apparent prowess in fighting, there’s little to no chance Avery can ever put you in your place if you step out of line. It makes their rage simmer under their skin, knowing they can’t physically push you around.

On the other hand, you stomp that groper into the ground and then climb into Avery’s car and give them that same adoring look you always do. It’s hard to stay mad at you when you look at them like that. It’s a little soothing, really, you looking so soft and submissive, full of adoration. You wouldn’t fight back against them if they got rough with you, would you? No, Avery doesn’t think so.

Chides you, wiping away a stray droplet of blood, telling you not to get into too many fights. It could reflect negatively upon them, after all.

Will get upset with you if you ever show up to one of their dates with the evidence of a recent fight, be it something as large as a broken limb or as small as a bruised cheek.

Eden

Honestly, this is Eden’s ideal.

Cute house spouse who does whatever they want? Follows after Eden like a puppy following its master? What’s even better is that you’ve always been like this, submitting to Eden’s whims right from that first meeting.

Perfect, perfect little pet for them.

You take on your role so readily, following their every order, it’s really like you were made for them.

Of course, nothing in Eden’s life can actually be perfect. You have to go back to town, back to school.

But then you trot back into the forest every afternoon and lay on Eden’s bed, eagerly waiting to fulfill your spousal duties.

It’d be great if you weren’t late getting home one evening.

If Edne didn’t have to stalk into town, looking for you.

To find you, surrounded by a group of perverts.

It makes Eden’s blood boil, makes them want to forbid you from ever stepping foot back into town. You’re their’s, Eden’s. You’re too soft for town, without their protection.

And then you kill those thoughts, sending the gang running all by yourself.

It’s a bit of a shock to Eden, really. Almost a betrayal. This whole time, you could fight Eden off if you wanted to. It’s one of the few things they feel confident in, their strength. You’re able to fight off a whole group on your own? Yeah, no, that gets under their skin.

But then you light up at seeing them, wrap your arms around their waist and apologize for making them worry, for making them come into town looking for you.

Their collar is still around your throat, their scent still clinging to your skin, and that quells Eden’s anger and paranoia.

Gruffly says something about going back to the cabin, jumping slightly when you take their large hand in yours as you walk with them back to the cabin, back home.

Might never find out that you’re bad at socializing, but boy do they love it. You’re bad at socializing? Good, stay in the forest where you don’t have to try to bullshit your way through social interactions. Can’t make any friends? Good, Eden is all you need, anyway.

Kylar

Oh, nothing is a surprise to Kylar, not when it comes to you.

Kylar knows you’re a badass, that you’re always getting into fights and winning. If they’re honest, it actually turns them on a little, seeing you bloody people who try to grope you, knowing that you can protect yourself.

Sure, Kylar wants to protect you, but knowing you’ll get violent if some pervert tries to grope you? It sets butterflies off in their stomach.

Double so if you ever swoop in to stop someone getting rough with Kylar. Seeing you defend them has them pressed against you, mumbling about going somewhere private.

Though, they also hate seeing you in fights at all. They don’t like that there's the potential of you getting hurt.

As for socializing, they’re thrilled! They’re also bad at socializing! You’re just like them! Also, it means they won’t have to fight for your attention, will they? Or, at least not as much if you were a social butterfly.

And then they adore how you act around them. All sweet and soft and docile. A side only they get to see, right?

Really, Kylar is going to match your energy, two lovesick puppies following after each other.

Ready to threaten anyone who comes near you, naturally, even if you can defend yourself.

Robin

You’ve always been so sweet to Robin. All these years in the orphanage together, you’ve always been kind to them.

Then, their feelings towards you start shifting, becoming more romantic. They’re nervous as hell leaving their confession for you to find but then you’re kissing them in their room and they know they made the right choice.

They love it, they love having you by their side constantly, that you’re an endlessly sweet person in this screwed-up town.

So, it comes as a massive shock when they see you deck Bailey.

Not only that, but you drive the caretaker off, refusing to pay the money the caretaker demands of all the of age orphans.

Have you…have you been able to do stuff like this the whole time? Have you been doing stuff like this? Fighting people?

Robin’s never been one to gossip, they never realized you were the subject of so many fights around the school.

But, well, it makes sense now why you were always covered in scrapes and bruises. Why Robin had to act as your personal nurse every now and then.

They wish you wouldn’t get into so many fights but, well, they can understand when it’s someone like Bailey or Whitney.

Just promise them that you’ll always come to them if you get hurt, alright?

Picks up on how bad you are at socializing and just rolls with it. They won’t ask you to do anything outside your comfort zone if you’re helping them with their drink stalls. They don’t mind that you’re bad at talking to other people, they find it kinda cute, actually. You’re all badass and great at fighting but then you trip over your own words and look at them like a lost puppy. They love it, they love you.

Sydney

Sydney has heard a few things about you.

They’re no gossip, but students talk far too loudly in the library. Even after Sydney tells them to quiet down, they still hear about how you wiped the floor with someone who tried to sneak a hand down your pants in the hall or sent someone to the nurse because they groped your chest.

On one hand, they don’t think violence is the answer, but, well, they can kind of understand when it comes to perverts trying to assault you.

They also hear things from Sirris, stories about having to give you detention for fighting with classmates during lectures.

That they don’t understand. It never occurs to them that you might be defending yourself in those cases as well, not until after they’ve met you at least.

Your poor socialization skills are, well, it’s not completely lost on Sydney how bad you are at socializing. It’s just, they’re not great at socializing with their peers either. They don’t have many friends their own age thanks to their temple vows and being a teacher’s kid. So, it doesn’t really bother them. It’s actually a little endearing, your awkwardness. Makes them feel a little more comfortable around you, actually.

Then, when you’re actually in a relationship together? When you follow after them, lovestruck and puppy-like? They love it. Makes their heart all fluttery.

The more corrupt they are, the more they encourage you to fight anyone who tries to touch you. The purer they are, the more they wish for you to forgive them and move on.

Whitney

This is also Whitney’s ideal.

Cute slut who does whatever they want and follows after them like the bitch they are. Yeah, that’s exactly what Whitney wants.

Being shit at talking to people and making friends is a bonus. No one to try to get you to see the light and leave them, no one for you to hang out with except for them. They love it.

Bullies you for it, of course, but they love it. They can have you all to themself and not have to worry about shit, it’s great.

When they find out that you’re a badass? That you could take them in a fight easily but choose not to? Ego boost.

Yeah, you just sent a group of full-grown adults running, you probably even sent one of them to the hospital. Then, Whitney gives you a look and you’re on your knees in an instant. How could they not feel like a fucking god when you’re doing shit like that?

They become insufferable after finding out you’d fight anyone and probably win. Especially if they can use it to their own advantage.

Also loves having you do something badass only to dom you after. There’s someone else’s blood on your face and you’re on your knees, looking up at them, ready to give them head. It becomes one of their favorite things in the world.

#alex the farmhand #avery the businessperson #eden the hunter #kylar the loner #robin the orphan #sydney the faithful #whitney the bully #degrees of lewdity

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digenerate-trash · 2 months

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YAN VALENTINES HEADCANNONS

love interests and a couple extras

Robin ❤❤❤❤❤

Robin is enamored with Valentine's Day. He loves it so much and he wants to celebrate with you. He wants things to go well so he's invested some of his money into flowers. Chocolates maybe some movie tickets for you two.

Wants to go all out and spend the day with you.

He might ask you to do some somewhat weird things for him since it's a special day. (he wants to suck your tits gn)

Will skip school today just to keep you two home

If you don't want to spend Valentine’s Day with him he's just gonna cry and beg. get ready for a guilt trip

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Whitney ❤❤❤

Shoves a stuffed animal in your chest as soon as you see him. Brags about stealing it. (it cost him 30 bucks)

He hates the lovey-dovey part of Valentine’s but he's a big fan of the PDA that comes with it. Is gonna fuck you more than once on school property

Gonna leave bite marks bruises hickies and burn marks all over your skin.

Good luck getting anywhere near a classroom today. Whitney is not going and neither are you.

Don't expect a romantic date. You're going to the pub and getting drunk with Whitney.

In the morning you wake up hung over and Whitney is still with you snoring loudly and holding you in a vice grip.

If you don't wanna spend Valentine’s Day with him that's too bad. Says that's fine theirs plenty of sluts just like you. but he's just gonna drag you along anyway.

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Sydney ❤❤❤❤❤

Corrupt or pure Sydney is just expecting you to spend the day together.

Pure Sydney is up for some wholesome fun. He’s bought candies for you and gotten you a very thoughtful card corrupt Sydney has done the same but has written the dirtiest fucking message in the card and he's waiting to see your expression

Pure Sydney wants to maybe share a kiss with you. And corrupt Sydney wants to wreak you over the library desk.

If you work at the shop corrupt Sydney is asking you which heart-shaped toys you like. He keeps insisting that testing them on you is part of the job

Both of them want to go on a date after school maybe to the cafe for a nice meal and to spend more time with you.

Both Sydney have to be home by 8 pm.

If you don't wanna spend Valentine’s Day with him that's fine. There's always tomorrow. But he is gonna be passive-aggressive about who you love instead of him

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Kylar ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Valentine's Day with Kylar is awful ngl.

Your locker is stuffed with drawings and candy and cards of all his most devious thoughts about you.

Every time you interact with anyone else ++jealousy

Kylar is all over you. Kisses, grabbing your arm in a death grip telling people you are already married, trying to fuck you any chance he gets.

Overexcited will do anything you ask (will not leave you alone tho)

Wants to go on a date and will take you back to his home and try to cook for you (oil fire)

The date is a disaster He is a mess but he still wants to make today special (he lasts like 10 seconds in bed and has head trauma afterward)

If you don't wanna spend Valentine’s Day with him he's got enough piosin darts and rope to keep you secure. Then every day can be romantic!!

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Mickey ❤❤

You get one of those little emails with a digital card.

He doesn't get Valentine's Day

He does invite you to the pub. He wears a mask the whole time and doesn't talk much. He hates being outside.

Happy to see you. You get a kiss on the forehead

It's only once you both head home that you get the most depraved sick anonymous emails that describe how they want to ruin your body and rape you over and over again until you can't move

Mickey can help block them though. don't worry.

If you don't wanna spend Valentine’s Day with him he doesn't mind too much. Unless you're spending it with someone else then he's pissed

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Eden ❤

Doesn't care that it's Valentine's Day. You both have things to do.

Too busy hunting and getting his shit sorted.

If you decide to make the day special he's going to feel a lot better about today.

Wants to help with dinner

The most bear-like sex of your life.

If you don't wanna spend Valentine’s Day with him. To bad.

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Avery ❤❤

Has offered to pay you to spend Valentine's with him.

Fancy restaurant. The hotel was booked afterward and a small gift of chocolates was.

he's just running through the motions. This day is kinda below him but he's willing to indulge to keep you happy

Indifferent the whole time

Still makes you get the salad

Will break if it turns out you got him a gift as well and suddenly feels horrible.

If you don't wanna spend Valentine’s Day with him he offers you double the payment. If that doesn't work he throws a fit and assults you.

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Black Wolf ❤

Has no idea the significance of this day and doesn't get it when you explain it's a day for lovers. he's still confused

he's happy you're spending it with him though.

If you don't wanna spend Valentine’s Day with him, that's fine. He doesn't understand the holiday

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Great Hawk ❤❤❤

Lurker dinner.

Stolen items for a gift.

Romantic screeching bird sex.

he's the perfect gentleman

If you don't wanna spend Valentine’s Day with him devastated. This is a holiday, especially for couples and you don't wanna??? he's gonna cry

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Alex ❤❤❤❤

Gift of chocolates and a card.

Spends the whole day leaning on you and kissing you. Never wants to let you go

Good luck getting work done today

He makes dinner and watches a romantic comedy with you

Going to fuck you halfway through the movie

Gonna be confused about the plot of the movie after he's rearranged your guts

If you don't wanna spend Valentine’s Day with him he's kinda insulted. Get ready for an interrogation.

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Bailey ❤

don't give him anything. No gifts no candy no card no nothing. he's gonna yell at you.

He will also stash it for later but you'll never find it.

Extra pissed off at you today.

Locks you in your room

Doesn't explain why

Gonna cut you open tonight.

If you don't wanna spend Valentine's Day with him: Good.

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Harper ❤❤❤❤❤❤

Kisses!!!!

Harper gets you a card and tells you to come to his office today

Then drugs you with aphrodisiacs!!

The whole day is a blur and you have no clue what's transpired. But youre marked to hell with hickies and youre hooked up to an IV

If you don't wanna spend Valentine's Day with him it turns out that youre not mentally fit to be by yourself. he's already called the asylum.

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brienneoftarth1989 · 7 months

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This a new 12 part series revolving around Miranda Himarson and reader. To sum it up: reader is a gang leader and Miranda goes undercover in the gang. Will the reader find out?

Undercover part 1

Miranda Hilmarson x fem reader

Next / Series

Summary: You’re the leader of the most powerful gang in Sydney. You have recently murdered one of your employees for ratting on you to the feds. You’re not taking any shit from anyone.

Warnings: murder using a knife, torture by water, violence, gangs

Requests open

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“Get it out of here! They are not my problem anymore! And let this be a lesson to the rest of you. Snitches get fucking stitches!” You shouted at your crew as they dragged out the body.

You stood up and the rest of your crew just stared at you not sure what to do next. “What the fuck are you waiting for? Fuck off will you! I’m sure you all have work to do!” You shouted as you made your way to your office.

Being the leader of the most powerful gang in Sydney wasn’t exactly easy. Your father was the original leader of The Wildlings but when he was caught and executed by the government it was your turn to take over the gang.

It had always been your dream to take over the gang but never in your mind did you expect to take over so soon and as you hadn’t had as much training it definitely led you to make irresponsible decisions that would one day get you in trouble.

There were a number of different things your gang was famous for but the most notorious were drug dealing, prostitution and murder. You weren’t afraid to kill anyone that got on your bad side or proved to be a threat to the gang.

You sat back in your chair going over a number of different papers that all had different information on it. You had one peice that told you your list of clients who owed you money, then you had your crew members and then a long list of people that you had killed which were all kept locked away in a safe.

You grabbed a pen and found the name you were searching for. You crossed off the name of the person you had just killed from the crew list and added their name to the murder list. You sighed to yourself. You never liked to kill your crew but when they were threatening yourself and others safety then it didn’t leave you much of a choice.

Now you had another job that needed doing. You scanned over all your documents before jotting down a few names with their addresses as well as a figure that was next to their names. Once you had all the information you needed you picked up the documents and placed them in the safe placing a load of dictionaries and boring textbooks on top.

They weren’t really important. It was more of a distraction if anyone were to break into the safe. You then grabbed your radio which connected you to all of your crew members. “Raphael to my office now” you spoke over the radio.

You knew it wouldn’t be long before you heard a knock on your office door and within a couple of minutes that knock made an appearance on the door. “Get in here” you said to Raphael. He walked in closing the door behind you. Raphael was your right hand man and you trusted him with everything.

“I’ve got two of the lads disposing of the body now sir. I secured it so all they have to do is dispose of it in the location I gave them. Is there anything else I can do for you sir” he asked you as he stood up straight.

You handed him the post-it note with the names and addresses on it. “I need you to go and find these people and let them know I’m getting impatient about my money. No one is to get hurt yet. I want them threatened though” you said sternly. Raphael took the post-it note from you before scanning over the list.

Hester Wheelock - $2787.00

Quincy Spaulding - $1988.00

Arthur Coombs - $209.00

Marlene Bailey - $361.00

Alayna Frank - $1203.00

Raphael turned the note over to check the addresses before folding the note up and putting it in his front pocket. “On it boss! I will be back as soon as I can” he said but just as he was about to turn around you stopped him.

“Oh and another thing! While you’re out scope out the competition as well as a replacement for that rat. This time they are to come by me first. I don’t need no rats in my gang” you sternly told him. “Yes boss, I will keep a good eye out. I will send the right one your way” he said before turning around to leave.

You watched as the door swung shut behind him before you let out a deep sigh. You were absolutely knackered. So far it had been a day from hell and it was only going to get worse. You had been woken up by a phone call at 07:00 by one of your crew members. You had always told them never to call before 08:00 unless it was an emergency otherwise there would be consequences.

You shot up as soon as the phone rang which you answered immediately. “Boss we have a rat amongst the group. I overheard them saying they were going to rat us out to the cops. What do we do sir?” They asked you. As soon as you heard those words you knew exactly what needed to be. “Catch the son of a bitch. Tie them up and I want them in the main hall. Call everyone in the gang and get them down to the hangout immediately” you shouted down the phone “I will be there shortly” you said before hanging up.

It was time to teach this bitch a lesson. You got yourself dressed and out of the door relatively quickly, grabbing your keys on the way out. You ran down to your GMC Hummer EV pickup. It didn’t take long for you to speed down to the hangout and you knew that by the time you arrived everyone would be there.

You entered the parking lot of the building before parking in your usual space. You looked around the car park to see that it was full. Your crew knew better than not to show up because it was basically asking for a death wish. You slammed the door shut before making your way into the main hall where everyone was waiting for you.

“Where is the son of a bitch!” You screamed as you pushed your way through the crowd. When you finally made your way to the centre you found one of your crew mates tied to a chair with their mouth taped shut. You hated doing this to your own crew but if they are a rat they weren’t truly a part of the gang.

Next to the chair was a selection of torture devices. Now the real problem was how you would go about doing this. As you stood in the centre of the circle you could hear quiet mumbles from everyone around you. “Will you all shut up!” You shouted which made the whole place go quiet in an instant.

“Now it seems like we have a rat amongst us! And do you know what happens to rats in my crew? They get fucking killed! So let this be a lesson to all of you. If you plan on snitching to the feds or crossing me this is how you will end up! Now you are all going to watch me so you are aware of what the consequences will be!” You shouted angrily knowing that no one will want to mess with you after this!

You pushed the chair over so they fell back with their head hitting the floor. You then placed a towel over their face. You turned around to grab the jug of water. You slowly started to pour the water over their face which soaked the towel instantly. After about 30 seconds you removed the towel allowing them to breathe.

You repeated this process over and over again making it harder and harder for your prisoner. “Let this all be a lesson to you. I mean it! You cross me and I will find even more creative ways for you to die!” You screamed before pouring the rest of the water all over the towel. This time though you didn’t remove it.

You then turned around to grab your trusty knife before turning back to face them. You walked over to them before whispering in their ear. “Rot in Hell!” You then swung your knife at them. You watched the blade run across their neck before their blood sprayed everywhere.

You wiped the blood off your knife before placing it back on the table. “Get it out of here! They are not my problem anymore! And let this be a lesson to the rest of you. Snitches get fucking stitches!” You shouted at your crew as they dragged out the body.

You made your way to your office to hopefully sort yourself out and finish the rest of today the right way.

#gwendoline christie #gwendolineuniverse #fanfics #miranda hilmarson #miranda hilmarson x reader #top of the lake #top of the lake china girl #police #undercover #undercover series #gangs #gang leader #murder #torture #dangerous #don’t mess with me #brienneoftarth1989

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papercranium · 9 months

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THE BEAR CHARACTERS’ ZODIAC SIGNS🐻

steaming hot takes with my (limited) knowledge of astrology. but this has been simmering in my brain for many days and i simply must speak my truth...(part 1/?) idk lmk if you want more bc i have a few thoughts!

carmy is an aquarius!!!! i know this to be true deep in my heart!! the passion, the drive, the focus, the intellect, it's all there. he's driven by his desire to be good, and to keep getting better. carmy knows what he wants and although he sometimes struggles with emotional intimacy, he's actually a really good communicator. he doesn't do small talk, but as we've seen, he's open and willing to discuss difficult topics and be vulnerable with the people he's close to. he is a stubborn believer in the people he cares about, and strongly values teamwork and his desire to make the world around him better.

i think sydney is a gemini she is such a summer girl to meeee!! i loved s2e03 bc we really got to glimpse into her creative thought process. it's fast-paced and fluid and innovative and strongly influenced by her surroundings. she has really vivid goals and dives fully into them, as we see her do in building the beef, but underneath it all i think she definitely gets flustered and struggles with self-doubt--what if her passion isn't enough to make things work? sydney's a little impulsive/impatient at times, but recovers quickly because, like carmy, she's a really strong communicator (i could go ON about sydcarmy &their signs' compatibility....but that's maybe for another time lol).

richie is a sagittarius. he just is. he's brash and extroverted and really driven by a desire to find his purpose, whether it be in his relationships or in his work (s2e07 my beloved)!!! richie's an entertainer and a people person and he's not afraid to take up a lot of space. part of this comes from his closeness to mikey, but he's a great storyteller and wants for people to hear him. but when he's upset, esp when arguing with carmy, he's very blunt and isn't afraid to hit him where it hurts. i think some of the other characters find him a bit unpredictable, and likely it's bc he's trying to unpack a lot of difficult emotions while battling against his own pride.

natalie is a libra and i love her for it. i think one of the most prominent things about nat is that she's always seeking for balance, for security, for things to be stable and good and okay (with the bear, with carmy, with her mother) she is a people pleaser!!!!!! which is probably her greatest strength as well as her greatest weakness--she really wants carmy to be okay, but the work she puts in clearly takes a toll on her. natalie can turn up the charm if it helps her get the job done, as we see her do with cicero. she's critical and focused and has a good eye, which makes her a great project manager (where would carmy and syd be without her)

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thenyougetbackup · 1 month

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redid this old thing w just the slightest design tweaks :]

ALSO I ACTUALLY HAVE. PROPER LORE FOR HIM PLS IGNORE THE OLD POST I HAD NOT PROPERLY ESTABLISHED EARTH-6275 AT THAT POINT..HERE IS HIS TIMELINE:

[1991] Born to parents Michael and Riley Gargan in Sydney. Both parents only graduated with a high school degree, and work in a fish market. They save up for their son's education. [2009] Mac enters university to study to become a chemistry teacher. Excels in teaching, above average in chemistry. [2013] Pushes his degree further into a Masters while volunteering at a local high school to gain experience with students (he's already got practical assignments from university, but Mac likes the extra experience). [2015] Graduates, manages to secure a job at a university in Melbourne. Mac has to move from Sydney, his parents couldn't be more proud of him. He spends the rest of his years employed there, being known as the most enthusiastic and friendliest teacher in the school. He often sends money back home to his parents. [Late 2022] Mac gets a letter from his parents mentioning their financial struggles, which confused him considering how much money he'd been sending every month but he still wanted to help. It sounded dire, and he wasn't making enough to cover the debt the letter talked about so he needed to find another way to help. He spotted a newspaper ad calling for test subjects for a government experiment, promising big bucks. The amount was more than enough to help his parents, so Mac signed up. [Mid-2023] Missing for months from teaching, Mac re-emerged as someone entirely different. Scorpion. A fighter, a dangerous enemy. An equal to the Spiders. An unstable man. A compassionate man. Trapped in Scorpion. Mind broken.

#spidersona au #earth-6275 #scorpion #mac gargan #✍🐇#ref sheet

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asf-director-turner · 8 months

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The ASF's digital security is flawed... I shall reveal their secrets.

Accessing Chat Log...

[Sydney]: Black Ops do you understand your mission? [BlackOps]: Yes mam. Locate the rogue Cube and if necessary terminate em. [Sydney]: While you will be given the tech possible of doing that lets try to avoid that please. [BlackOps]: I make no promises. I am here to my job and thats it. [Sydney]: I understand... But please try to avoid that. [BlackOps]: I will TRY ok? I gotta get to work. Ciao.

#ASF Division B #sydney.txt #leaked files

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mod-doodles · 8 months

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I need a blind experiment done on anyone who thinks platonic - mentor/mentee Sydney and Carmy and in a relationship.

Their partner has to have a heart to heart with a coworker and the coworker must be of the gender that their partner is attracted too. The partner must commit their full focus to the coworker, confess that they can’t do x job without them and purchase the coworker a expense gift while only ever preparing a meal for you also very long stare sess must be included.

If after seeing this interaction your mood isn’t affected and you don’t have to have a serious conversation with their partner then you win the most secure relationship award. If however this interaction affects you in anyway then I’ve got news for you.

#denial is a river in egypt #sydcarmy #the bear #sydney adamu #carmen berzatto #the bear meta #carmen x sydney

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fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction · 3 months

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Job Results

Vanessa tries to hold herself and the household together while Sydney's gone, and gets to learn a little bit about who he was in the past.

Time Frame: Post Security Breach, simultaneous with Help Wanted 2, pre Ruin, Vanessa POV

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The sunshine was warm and luxurious as Vanessa sighed happily, lounging in her beach chair with a fruity drink in hand. She could hear Gregory laughing some distance away, likely running around with Freddy and Alex chasing after him in play. This vacation was heavenly, just surf and sun and relaxation in her nice bathing suit, sweet drinks and flavorful snacks on hand for her to enjoy.

Other women lounging in similar chairs beside her chatted among themselves in cheerful tones. Every now and then the gossip rang of admiration and thinly veiled jealousy and Vanessa just smiled, sunglasses covering her eyes as she glanced their way. Very deliberately, she reached her free hand aside and ran the back of her fingers down the bare arm of the person lounging beside her.

“You’re taunting the other tourists with me again,” Sydney muttered with that laughing tone she liked to hear from him, “Also, you’re hogging the fish and chips.”

She couldn’t keep up the facade and laughed along, sliding the basket of snacks along the small table between them. “They make it so easy, can you blame me?” she asked, pushing her sunglasses up to look at him. She grinned at him rolling his eyes. This was nice, relaxing on the beach with Gregory and Freddy and Alex goofing off in safety and her best friend talking to her again. Everything was perfect.

“You have that dopey look on your face again,” Sydney pointed out before biting into a piece of crisp fish, one eyebrow raised at her. “If your face freezes like that, I’ll get the blame for it.”

“You said that already,” Vanessa told him, reaching up to thread her fingers into his hair. She liked it; she remembered it was soft and she had always wanted to run her fingers through it again.

“And I was probably right about it,” he said with a smug smile, eyes tracking the movement of her hand as she finally touched fingertips to him.

His hair crinkled in her grasp, like paper. That… wasn’t right.

Vanessa jolted awake, blinking away sleep and confusion as her fingers gripped the sheet of paper on Sydney’s side of the bed. He wasn’t there and for a minute she thought he was just using the bathroom or maybe he was getting an early start in making breakfast. But then why would there be this paper in his place?

She sat up, turning on the lamp on her bedside table and looking over the paper in her hands. A note, she recognized Sydney’s handwriting, a little lopsided as he tended to be rough with pens. She read it over, brow furrowed in concern, blinked, then read it again, more slowly. One more time to really let the words sink in and then she fumed, cheeks puffing up as her face grew hot.

What the hell?! Did he seriously say he was going to go and earn money but couldn’t say how or where for her own safety?! Did that mean that whatever he was doing wasn’t safe?! What the hell?!

“Sydney! You jerk, you’re not supposed to go off without telling me everything! I have your contract!” Vanessa yelled, “It’s in the manual! Subordinates report to their supervisor and I am your God! Damn! Supervisor!”

There were soft thumps from upstairs and she kicked off the comforter to get out of bed, shoving her feet into fuzzy slippers. She reached for her robe from where it was thrown over a chair, paused, then grabbed Sydney’s robe instead. It swallowed her in comparison but it was cold comfort at least.

Emerging from the bedroom to the rest of the house, Vanessa sighed at Gregory and Alex standing in the living room, waiting for her. They looked worried and Alex glanced past her towards the bedroom door. Made sense, he was more concerned about his brother than about her. Silently, she held out the note to him and he took it gingerly from her fingers to read.

“Oh, you idiot,” Alex breathed after a few moments, a look of dismay on his face that quickly made way for frustration, “Asshole, and after you gave me hell for just looking at how the job market there was doing.”

“You know what he’s doing?” Vanessa asked, glancing at the letter. The younger man sighed, running one hand through his hair as he looked away. It seemed like he was debating telling her anything and that annoyed her. “Don’t hide it from me. I still hold his contract so I’m still technically his supervisor and I can’t supervise him if he’s not here and I don’t know where he is or what he’s doing,” she told him firmly.

“That’s probably why he thought he could get away with it. Damned logic of his strikes again,” Alex grumbled, rubbing his forehead in exasperation. “What do you know about reincarnation? The dead coming back to life in new bodies?” he finally asked.

“Oh, that’s what Vanny was gonna do to me and Vanessa in the Pizzaplex,” Gregory butted in, unsurprised, “Erased our memories so she could replace them with the memories of her dead relatives.”

Alex squinted at him and then nodded. “That’s one way to do it. A horrible way but definitely a way,” he acknowledged before looking back up at Vanessa, “The other way is to have the souls reborn into new lives. Most times without memory of the past, but if the Remnant in those souls went through alterations, then those memories have a chance to carry through too.” He waved Sydney’s letter with a faint scowl, “Sydney and me… we’re reincarnated Remnant. In our past lives we were mercenaries. Made a lot of money in the black market which we lost access to so we couldn’t use that to pitch in for the house.”

Vanessa sat down hard on the sofa, her thoughts racing back to the Pizzaplex. All the employees that would disappear over time, Sydney being pulled away from her by management for special operations to increase security around the Pizzaplex, his haunted expression on some days and the emptiness of his gaze whenever he disassociated on specific tasks; suddenly it all made sense. He’d been ‘hired’ by Fazbear Entertainment for those mercenary skills and then assigned as her bodyguard, to protect her until Vanny could use her body to resurrect her daughter. She pulled his robe tighter around herself to hide the shiver.

“So he went back out to be a mercenary again?” she asked, draping an arm around Gregory when the boy sat by her to offer comfort.

“Looks like it, but I don’t know how successful he’ll be at it,” Alex replied with a frown, reading over the note again, “Without his voice, his intimidation factor is gonna be at its lowest.” Vanessa tilted her head expectantly and he grimaced a little. “Sydney’s threat level came from a combination of his skill in observing people and learning about them, his screwy logic able to figure out hidden information about those people based on his observations, and his speaking skills in using that information to target people’s weaknesses,” Alex explained to her, “Combine that with his voice having this quality that makes it hard to ignore him, and you have someone capable of destroying someone’s whole mental state just by talking. That’s the Panther that terrified the merc world.”

“’Talking leads to trouble’,” Vanessa murmured, shaking her head, “Sydney always said that in the Pizzaplex, at least whenever I managed to get him to say more than a few words. Is that why he doesn’t speak at all now?” Alex shrugged.

“Maybe. Could be one of the reasons. Dunno really, since he won’t say why,” he huffed in frustration, “But ever since we remembered ourselves in this life, he’s been really afraid of how he talks to people and avoids looking into backgrounds and stuff so he doesn’t have information to work with.”

“Can we call him back?” Gregory asked, looking between him and Vanessa worriedly, “He can look scary but he’s actually kind of a pushover. What if the other mercenaries are dicks to him?” Alex shook his head.

“Too late for it now,” he sighed, folding his arms over his chest, “He would have left his phone and keys here for us and to keep identifying information away. If we did manage to get in contact, we’d just reveal ourselves as connected to him and that information can be used against him.” The frustrated look didn’t leave his face, “I was his partner in the past, his backup in the field. Covering his blind spots, keeping unknowns in check so he wouldn’t be threatened, stuff like that. Now he’s out there on his own. All we can do is hope he comes back.”

Vanessa swallowed, feeling her heart sink into her gut, a cold lump that made her stomach churn uncomfortably. There wasn’t anything they could do but try and move forward and, like Alex said, hope Sydney came home.

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Freddy took over the bulk of the cleaning and cooking that Sydney used to do around the house. His cheerful hums as he padded around the house in a pink apron lightened the mood quite a bit. He helped Gregory with homework and had warm meals for Vanessa and Alex when they got home from work.

A few days after Sydney disappeared into the mercenary world, a diner called back to offer her a job as a waitress. She took it up and carpooled with Alex, getting dropped off in the morning and then picked up in the evening. The socializing was not her strong suit; she could put on a smile, take down orders and deliver food, but casual chatting to encourage people to stay and order more was outside her comfort zone. Her tips were okay, but she knew she could get more if she was just a little bit flirty or sweet like the other waiters and waitresses.

She couldn’t bring herself to try. It just wasn’t in her to pretend to flirt or be more social or extroverted.

Having Freddy take over a lot of the home duties relieved a lot of strain. Vanessa smiled at him more genuinely, patting his shoulder as she thanked him on her way to the bedroom to change. He wiggled his ears, mouth opening in his own version of a smile before returning his attention to Gregory and his pile of papers and textbooks.

After a shower and a change into home clothes, Vanessa felt more comfortable with herself again. She headed out and joined Alex in eating their late dinner at the kitchen island, quietly picking at the mashed potatoes and green beans. He fiddled with his phone, flicking the screen with his thumb as he stuck another forkful of food into his mouth. Odd, that wasn’t his usual phone.

“Did you buy a new phone?” Vanessa asked incredulously. Money was tight and he splurged on another phone?

“It’s a burner,” Alex replied curtly, “Cheap and easy to dispose of. It’d be stupid to do searches on my regular phone when I’m looking for any trace of Sydney.”

She watched him in confusion. “Don’t you usually use your computer?” she asked.

“Yeah, for passive searching, looking over websites on the surface and forums. Plus I secured my tech so I can defend against people trying to poke back at me,” Alex told her, flicking the screen again, “A burner is an easy way for me to actively hunt for Sydney cuz I can destroy it if it gets compromised.”

“Any luck?” Vanessa asked hopefully. Alex looked over at her with a wry grin.

“Well, so far I learned that he took his name back. Sort of,” he said and looked at the screen of his phone with that same grin, “There’s rumblings in the dark net of a ‘Pantera’ taking delivery jobs. Not the most glamorous or high paying of jobs, but if they get done fast and with packages delivered in optimal quality then there’s a good chance of bonus pay and your name gets recommended to other clients more.” He held the phone out to show her. “Someone managed to get a photo of him mid-delivery.”

Vanessa leaned forward to study the photo. There was Sydney, dressed in a black turtleneck, heavy vest, dark pants and sturdy boots, a silvery briefcase strapped to his back. Mid-leap over a gap between buildings, guns in both hands with one pointed behind himself and firing to discourage followers, the sharply focused expression on his face was a far cry from the more pathetic ones he used to have whenever he was told to attend special meetings back in the Pizzaplex. Sydney in the Pizzaplex gave reluctant follower vibes; Pantera oozed dangerous element in a world he belonged.

“Wow,” she said simply, blinking at the photo, “Was he like this in your past lives too?”

“Nah, handguns were more my thing and we didn’t do exclusively delivery jobs,” Alex replied, resuming his flicking of the screen, “Sydney liked heavier firearms and sometimes he used… uh, special weapons.” He grimaced and shook his head when she opened her mouth, “Don’t ask. It’s not up to me to tell you about that; ask him and maybe he’ll tell you.” He looked down at the screen again, “So far clients have been pretty happy with him, so he may be making good money. Unfortunately, that also means rivals will be more interested in taking him out.”

Which is probably why he left that note and didn’t take anything that would let people find out he had a family here. She could only hope that he found a stopping point and retreated home before someone got a lucky hit in. One other thing….

“Could I have a copy of that photo?” Vanessa asked and blinked innocently at the sharp look Alex gave her.

“Just friends, my ass,” he grumbled under his breath as he tapped at the screen of the burner phone. A ding sounded from Vanessa’s phone and she pulled it out to check the image texted to her.

“Yep, just friends,” she agreed, saving the photo to her album. Freddy made spicy steak for dinner, that’s why her face felt hot. Not her fault Alex wasn’t reacting the same way, he’s used to spicy food.

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Waking up alone was saddening and she hated it. She hated how it made her feet drag in the mornings. Same as going to bed alone; there was no one there to laugh with her as they teased Gregory and Alex from downstairs or comfort her after a nightmare or talk to about plans for the pizzeria idea. She freshened up, dressed in her uniform and headed out to see if Freddy was already in the kitchen.

The smell of eggs and bacon wafted through the house and she checked out how everyone was doing in the kitchen. Gregory was already halfway through his breakfast and his expression grew worried the moment he laid eyes on her. Vanessa winced; she probably didn’t look as great as she had hoped she did. Alex sipped at his coffee, a new burner phone in his hand as he scrolled the screen.

“What happened to the other one? You only had it for three or four days,” Vanessa asked, sitting down and nodding in thanks to Freddy when he slid a plate of eggs and bacon across to her.

“Was getting traced so I took it to the overpass and dropped it into oncoming traffic,” the younger man replied, “Not seeing much new chatter about Pantera, good or bad. Gonna take that as a sign he’s gone dark to get himself out of that situation without being followed.”

“Where was he last seen?” Gregory asked, a hopeful look coming over him, “Does this mean he’s coming home?”

“Last successful job seemed to be somewhere around Las Vegas, so he’s not too far away,” Alex told him with a grin, “If his luck holds, he should show up by the end of the week.”

“End of the week,” Vanessa echoed in relief. Just a little longer, she could hold out a little longer. “Any more photos of him?” Alex gave her another suspicious look but it quickly melted away. She really wasn’t in the mood to play their game. Maybe he saw that on her face because he didn’t say anything, just flicked the screen a few times and then tapped a bit. Her phone dinged and she fished it out to see the texted photo.

There was Sydney in the same outfit as before, sitting on a wooden crate in the back of a military-style truck. He looked almost dusty overall, lightening his black hair and dark clothes. It also seemed like he wasn’t aware of whoever was taking the photo, scowling at some person dressed in an expensive looking suit pointing at the crate. He looked almost bored by the suit guy, and maybe a little annoyed, like if his time was being wasted. Vanessa chuckled a little, shaking her head.

“He looks like the time a couple of parents demanded a full refund of their Glam Chica Super Deluxe Party Package because the streamers weren’t ‘girl-colored’,” she said with a wobbly smile. She laughed, rubbing at one eye, “He asked me afterwards what counted as ‘girl-colored’. He was so confused! He looks adorable when he’s confused, like a big puppy.”

“I’m gonna hold that over his head,” Alex remarked, pointing at her with his coffee mug, “Never heard anyone call Sydney a puppy in either one of our lives.”

“He does tend to make an expression very much like a puppy when he is confused,” Freddy agreed, carefully packing sandwiches into the Glamrock Freddy lunchbox, “There you go, superstar! Have a Faz-errific day at school!” He held out the lunchbox for Gregory to take, patting the boy on the back when he threw arms around his waist in a hug.

“Thanks, Freddy! Bye, Vanessa! Bye, Alex! See you after school!” he declared and hurried off.

That was their cue to head off to their jobs. Vanessa rubbed her eyes to clear them and took a deep breath, clutching her phone with the photo of Sydney close to her. Just a few more days. They could do this.

She could do this.

Towards the end of the week, the world shook suddenly and frighteningly. It was her off day and she was spending it cleaning the living room, but the ground shaking under her feet made her legs wobbly. What was happening?!

“Vanessa! Take cover!” Freddy called out to her from the doorway to the laundry room. He braced himself in the entrance, twisted aside to press a shoulder to one edge while he gripped the other with his free hand.

She crawled to the coffee table and slid herself under it, curling up and covering her head with her arms. The shaking went on for who knew how long before finally fading away. She didn’t trust the world beyond the coffee table, staying underneath for shelter.

Soft thumps had her panic a bit, thinking the shaking was coming back, before recognizing them as Freddy’s footsteps. “Vanessa, the earthquake seems to have passed. You can come out now,” the animatronic bear told her quietly. “I will assess any damages to the house. Please check the news for any information about what just happened.”

The news, right. Vanessa pulled herself out from under the table carefully and then took a seat on the sofa, grabbing the remote and turning the television on. She watched in a daze as the news reported on the earthquake, the actual epicenter somewhere else and the town only getting the shockwaves further out from it. Weaker but still damaging enough that work had halted at the Pizzaplex. Vanessa blinked at the footage of construction equipment with the Fazbear Entertainment brand on them all lingered around the wrecked building, fresh debris falling from its face and walls.

“I think the Pizzaplex is being abandoned,” she finally said, looking up as Freddy approached her with a cup of tea for her to drink. His eyes went to the screen, watching the camera pan over their former home.

“Perhaps that is for the best,” he finally said, voice low and somber, “There are still things deep underground that are best left to sleep.” He sighed sadly, “I still wish we could save my friends.” Vanessa pat his hand comfortingly, clutching her tea for its soothing warmth.

Her phone rang a few moments later and she picked up. “Are you okay? It took me a bit to get everything settled here at the pizzeria before I could get away to call home,” Alex rattled off as soon as the call patched through. He sounded breathless, almost panicked.

“I’m alright, but what about you? You don’t sound good. Are you hurt?” Vanessa asked worriedly.

“No, not hurt, just…,” he replied shakily and took a deep breath to try and steady himself, “The shaking rattled some things and it sounded like… like… it’s so stupid, I thought I got over it.” So something traumatic? Alex almost sounded on the verge of tears. “So stupid. I wasn’t even near a computer this shift and the asshole kept me off my phone the whole time. He only let me call cuz he knew you needed to be checked on.”

“And you probably needed a distraction from whatever triggered you,” Vanessa added carefully. She could hear shaky breaths in the silence. “I checked the news to see what was going on. Looked like we were hit with some shocks from an earthquake further away,” she began reporting. Talking about different things tended to help her and Sydney during those moments where they needed to pull their minds back to the present, away from whatever was hurting them. Could work for Alex too. “There was also a side report that the shocks did damage to the Pizzaplex, so the company construction got put on hold. From the looks of it, I think Fazbear Entertainment is preparing to abandon the building.”

“That tends to be their M.O. with locations that get burned by the Guards,” Alex sighed, and the way he said the word gave it more importance in Vanessa’s ears. Not just guards, but Guards. What was different about them? Who were they? “They have other Pizzaplex locations for bringing in money, but this one had special attention put on it. Not sure why other than it was where they were holding you, Gregory, and Sydney.”

“There was a Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza Place in almost perfect condition in a cave under the Pizzaplex. Does that help?” she offered.

“Huh. Was it burned? Fire damage?” Alex asked curiously. Vanessa made noises of affirmation, casting her mind back to the sealed metal doors, blackened furniture, and the smell of smoke and ash that lingered in the dining room. “That was probably Corbett’s previous pizzeria, the trap set up by her benefactor to destroy all the haunted animatronics and get rid of Afton. I remember Mrs. Afton throwing a bitch-fit about a pizzeria going up in smoke and threatening the Remnant of her daughter and father-in-law. The rest is fuzzy for me but I definitely remember that.”

“If they abandon the Pizzaplex, do you think it’d be safe to go back in, get to that underground pizzeria and make sure whatever was supposed to be destroyed in there actually stays down?” Vanessa asked and glanced over at Freddy. The animatronic was watching the television screen, eyes narrowed at the image of the Pizzaplex. “Maybe we’ll be able to get the Glamrocks’ programming chips while we’re in there.”

“Maybe. We’ll see.” Alex murmured and exhaled slowly, “Thanks.” She just smiled, warmth and pride curling up inside her.

“Anytime. Take care, see you when you get home,” she told him and waited until he confirmed her words before ending the call. “Guess we’re not done with the Pizzaplex after all,” Vanessa told Freddy.

“I almost wish we were,” Freddy muttered in a low tone, “I don’t want to put you back in that woman’s crosshairs.” She blinked at him; that was a different manner of speech than what Freddy usually used. He noticed her staring and wiggled his ears, looking sheepish. “Ah, my apologies, Vanessa! My former identity must have risen to the surface for a moment there. I will strive to remain myself from here on, though it is very difficult when I am aware that Vanny is still free somewhere.”

“Y’know, I thought I’d finally be able to live a normal life outside of the Pizzaplex when it all went up in smoke down there,” Vanessa sighed in exasperation, “but it just feels like things are getting crazier instead! Ah, I really miss Sydney….”

“I am sorry, Vanessa. We just have a few more days to wait.”

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Vanessa hummed to herself, looking over the two photos in her phone while she waited for Alex to pick her up from work. She was considering leaving the job; between the tips and her paycheck, she wasn’t making enough to replenish their savings against how much was spent to keep the household running. Maybe if she followed up with the other applications she put out she could get a better job.

The end of the week had come and gone. Alex had stared out of the window at the street for what felt like ages before uttering a shuddering sigh and going upstairs. Gregory had watched him go, pieces of an animatronic arm in his hands that he’d been working on. He then looked at Vanessa, concern on his face.

“Maybe Sydney just needs another day to come home? Like maybe there’s a lot of traffic, or he missed a flight?” he suggested. Vanessa had just given him a sad smile and tried not to wonder if she’d lost a friend.

She drew away from those memories as the car pulled up to the curb and cleared her screen, tucking those photos back into her album for later. Taking her seat in the car, she greeted Alex and glanced around for the burner phone. “Tossed that one too?” Vanessa finally asked when she couldn’t see it.

“Yeah. There still wasn’t any new movement from Pantera, so holding onto it was becoming more risky without any reward,” he replied, pulling away from the diner and turning them towards home. He mimed tossing a phone forward. “To the overpass it went!”

Vanessa laughed a little at the gesture. “Why there? It’s gonna hit a windshield someday, you know?” she pointed out with a grin.

“Don’t jinx me!” he complained, “It’s a good guarantee of destroying the phone itself after I flushed the sim cards.”

They made small talk as he drove them back to their house, what bills needed to be paid, what to make for dinner, when was Freddy’s next scheduled maintenance, the usual. Vanessa told him about her thoughts on quitting the waitress job to search for another and Alex offered to talk to his cousin about taking her on as the night watch. The current night guards were there as a favor to his cousin but being on that shift was putting a strain on their day schedules that was becoming harder to balance. The job listing was recently put up, Vanessa had missed it by taking the diner’s call back and not checking the new pages in the newspaper.

“Knowing the shitty pay Fazbear Entertainment tends to give their night guards, Corbett will probably pay better rates,” Alex added and rolled his eyes, “Also, the animatronics were built and programmed by Fitzgerald; they won’t turn murderous at night since they have a proper shutdown sequence and Circus Baby goes home with my cousin anyway.”

“Why are you so salty with that man?” Vanessa laughed, “The way you talk, it’s like he spat in your coffee one day or something!” Alex just made a face at the description, gaze still mostly on the road.

“Long story short, my dad in my previous life ruined his dad’s life and I was a control freak who felt threatened by Fitzgerald having a way of controlling the animatronics I felt belonged to me so we immediately had a mutual hate,” he replied and shrugged at her expression of disbelief. “It’s a one-sided rivalry at this point, but it keeps me sharp in keeping up with coding,” he dismissed with a flip of a hand, “Now if you want someone who really holds a grudge against someone and is out for blood, just look at my cousin Corbett. Her abuela called a blood feud against the Afton Family sixty-something years ago and Corbett just picked up where she left off and kept it going.”

Vanessa thought back to the ‘Knife Lady’ Gregory showed her, the spirit’s unholy rage towards anything bearing the Afton name, and the similarities in her features to the owner of Circus Baby’s Pizza and Parties. “Your family is kind of terrifying, no offense,” she finally admitted.

“And yet, we’re still nobodies compared to the Schmidts,” Alex muttered with a shudder, “Mike Schmidt was not somebody you could run up against and win, not even with a stacked deck. Kinda sucks he passed away some time back, we could have really used his strength in the Pizzaplex.” He cut himself off, an alarmed look on his face as he pulled up to their house, “Hey, what’s that by our door?!”

Vanessa leaned forward to peer through the windshield while he idled at the entrance to their driveway, unwilling to go any further. There was a figure slumped by the door to their house. Wait, she recognized that pathetic huddle….

“Oh my god,” she breathed and rushed to get out of the car. She raced over the front yard, ignoring Alex’s yell for her to wait as he finished pulling into the driveway. Getting closer, Vanessa could recognize black hair pulled into his typical ponytail, the tropical tourist shirt and blue jeans were new, and there was a large backpack resting nearby that looked typical of a college student traveling.

He was home. He was finally home!

Vanessa dropped to her knees by him as Sydney stirred and opened his eyes, blinking sleepily up at her. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to yell at him for being away for so long or not and eventually just threw herself at him to hug him. He grunted, falling over from the force of her lunge, but he hugged her back gingerly. She pulled away a little, worried. That sounded like it hurt. She put a hand to his chest, squinting as she pressed a little and he made a wheezing sound, wincing under the pressure.

“Are you hurt? Did you get beat up while you were gone?!” Vanessa demanded. He just stared up at her, eyes wide, before wincing again at drops of water splashing onto his face. Well, he could tough out her crying if he could run around Las Vegas in the back of a military truck!

“Sydney! The fuck?! You told me off for looking at the black market forums and then you run off to be a merc again?!” Alex yelled, rushing in to kneel beside her, his face red with teary frustration, “Asshole! At least take me with you for backup!”

“You didn’t answer me! I’m your supervisor! Are you hurt?! Do we need to get you to a hospital?!” Vanessa pulled Sydney’s attention back. He kept looking between them, apologetic expression on his face. She didn’t want an apology right now, she wanted answers! She very lightly pressed her hand against his chest again, pursing her mouth at the wince and hiss she pulled from him with the motion. “Well?” she demanded.

“Wait, lemme get my phone,” Alex muttered, reaching for his back pocket. He held it up, tapping at the screen. “Alright, go ahead.”

Sydney gave him a suspicious look but raised his hands and signed carefully. “/Bruised ribs. I’m just sore. Don’t worry,/” the phone translated his signing into stilted speech.

“Based on activity on the dark net, you should have been back days ago,” Alex told him with a scowl, “What the hell took you?! I thought you were…!” He bit his lip, hand raising to cover his face. Vanessa moved aside to give Sydney space to sit up and pull him into a hug for comfort.

“/I had to make a stop to resupply one of my personal stashes,/” he signed after a bit, the phone’s artificial voice a bit jarring to hear. It just made Vanessa wish to hear Sydney’s voice again even more. “/The bruising was from my last client. They had a special interest in me and wouldn’t take no for an answer. Traded my bruised ribs for their broken face./”

“They can’t have you. I’m the one holding your contract,” Vanessa told him flatly, arms folding over her chest. He just looked at her with the same wide and innocent look, hands spread.

“That’s what I said!” the expression said and she cracked a small grin at being able to understand him while Alex poked at his phone, grumbling at the lack of translating of those movements.

They finally let him up, Sydney leaning on Alex for support while Vanessa picked up his backpack and unlocked the door, letting them all inside. With Freddy at the workshop for general maintenance, no one was home to make dinner. Alex helped Sydney relax on one of the sofas to rest more comfortably while Vanessa ordered delivery to bring ready made meals. Gregory would be home soon and no one was really in a mood to cook while they had yet to pull answers out of Sydney about where he went and what he had been doing.

“I just did delivery jobs. Check savings, I had to make all new accounts to funnel money through so it wouldn’t be traced,” he signed. He paused for a bit, seeming to think things over before signing again. “I’m sorry for leaving so suddenly. Didn’t expect to be missed; my focus was just on getting the money to make things easier on everyone,” he admitted and offered a sheepish smile in apology. Alex punched him in the shoulder, making him scowl in offense instead.

“Everything I did to keep you with me, with our Remnant falling apart and you fading in my hands, and you really thought I wouldn’t give a shit if you vanished on me like that?” he grumbled, “Idiot. You’re my brother! I’m always going to miss you, that’s why I always want to help you when you’re in trouble!”

Vanessa also gave his shoulder a punch, softer but still her own. “My first memory is waking up to you watching over me,” she began roughly. Her tears were welling up again, and she could feel them spilling out as she trembled. “Who I was before, my life before that moment, that’s all gone and it doesn’t matter. From that moment on, I have always, always had you by my side through everything. You’re my best friend, my only friend for the longest time,” she sobbed, pressing her forehead to his shoulder, “And I was so scared I was going to lose you to that world. Don’t do that again! ...Please.”

He didn’t sign anything else, just let them both cling to him for comfort, reassured by the physical contact that he was there, he was okay, and he wouldn’t be leaving again. They didn’t pull apart until the door opened to let Gregory in, the boy holding the delivery bags in one hand.

“Hey, why did we order takeout? Didn’t Freddy come back from the shop yet?” he called out as he stepped into the living room. His eyes widened as Vanessa looked over at him. “He’s home! I told you he was just late!” he exclaimed, setting the bags down on the coffee table, “And you guys didn’t believe me. Bet you feel real dumb now!”

“Yeah, yeah, come hug him with us, twerp,” Vanessa returned affectionately, reaching out to help pull the boy into the group hug, “Mind his ribs, he’s healing up from getting out of that stupid mess.”

“Oh yeah? Does this hurt?” Gregory asked, poking at one spot of Sydney’s torso. The man winced and made noises about it. “Does this hurt?” Gregory poked a different spot and got the same wince and noises, “Does this-?”

“Gregory, I think that whole area hurts,” Vanessa sighed, reaching out to push his hand down before he could poke at some other sore spot. “Let’s just eat before the food gets cold.”

They passed around the little packages of Chinese takeout while Alex retrieved his laptop and browsed through it. He hummed thoughtfully between mouthfuls of spicy chicken and fried rice, then set the laptop down on the coffee table for everyone to see. Vanessa recognized the website as the bank where their collective savings were held in a family account. She and Sydney and Alex had individual accounts for personal use, but they all chipped in money to the collective to run the household, pay for expenses for the house, and potentially save up to start a restaurant like Gregory had suggested.

She chewed on her noodles while staring at the page, seeing but not understanding why Alex brought it up now. “That’s a big number,” Gregory commented offhandedly, “Did we get dessert with this or can I just get ice cream from the freezer?”

“Don’t fill up too much or you won’t finish it all before we have to go pick up Freddy,” Vanessa told him and looked back at the page again. Big number? And then she realized she was staring at the amount of money in the collective account. Her fork fell out of her hand into her food as she gaped at the number of zeroes on display. She turned her stunned expression to Sydney, and he froze in place, forkful of spicy chicken halfway to his open mouth, looking like he wasn’t sure if he was in trouble or not. “How many jobs did you do to get two million dollars in the savings account?!” she demanded in a voice that cracked with how high it reached.

He made an evasive motion with one hand, shrugging lamely before hurriedly going back to eating. Vanessa squinted back at him, mouth pursed, and he seemed to shrink under her stare. She finally relented after a minute and sighed. Well, wouldn’t really do them any good now. He did the jobs and they had the money, so now what do they do?

“I suppose we should start looking for a place to open a restaurant and get a license to run a business,” Vanessa remarked and smiled at Sydney’s pleased expression, “Thank you for everything, but let’s not have you running off again to play mercenary anymore.” She sharpened her grin, poking at his cheek, “You’re going to be the daytime security for this place when we get it up and running. That should keep you in my sights!”

“Freddy gets a stage to sing on! I’m calling it for him!” Gregory announced, walking back to his seat on the couch with his bowl of ice cream. Amazingly, he did as Vanessa said and only served himself a couple of scoops, enough to satisfy but not so much he’d have leftovers to waste. She found it a bit odd that he seemed to know how to measure out food for himself so that he’d have enough to get by for the day without feeling like he didn’t eat enough or leaving anything behind to be ‘wasted’. Possibly a skill he developed from living on his own inside the Pizzaplex and scavenging for meals.

“You guys have fun planning competition for Corbett,” Alex declared, getting up to head for the stairs, “I’m gonna get changed and then hop on the dark net to make sure Sydney’s tracks are fully covered.” He lightly smacked his brother upside the head as he walked by, earning a light scowl back, “That’s for running off without me to back you up, pendejo. You’re not running as Panther anymore, but you still need some kind of Router.”

Vanessa watched him leave and turned back to the man still digging through his container of takeout. “And you’re okay? Really okay?” she asked seriously, searching his face for any tells.

Sydney paused in his scraping the carton and simply looked into it. A familiar stance; Vanessa waited for him to work through what he wanted and was willing to ‘say’. Eventually, he slowly lowered his hand from his fork to very carefully wrap fingers around her hand, lightly gripping it and giving the slightest of squeezes. She held her breath through the movement, eyes still fixed on his expression. If she looked away, if she blinked, she’d miss his ‘words’ and never know his thoughts.

Finally, he looked over at her and managed a small, sad smile, a little sheepish, a little wistful, but sad eyes all the same. So, not hurt, but not fully okay either. He was a little hard to read.

“Did you… like being a mercenary again?” Vanessa asked, thinking back to those two photos she had. Pantera looked like he fit right in in that world, among dangerous people and weapons and far off places and illegal wealth. That sheepish little smile stayed in place, but now he also looked a little afraid. Did he think she’d judge him? Well, she’d judge him for running off to do it with just a note on his pillow instead of telling her himself. “Can’t say I’m jumping for joy over what you did, sneaking off while I was asleep and not even giving us a chance to help you,” she admitted with a sigh, rolling her eyes, “But you seemed to be more… you? I think? I don’t know how to explain it.” Vanessa tilted her head, studying her friend carefully. “Like you got back something that was taken away from you a long time ago,” she finally said quietly. She let a small smile grow at Sydney’s surprised blink. “Yeah. You were missing part of yourself, this Panther identity Alex talked about, but you remade it for who you are now,” she went on with a nod, “So, Pantera, feeling a bit more whole?”

Sydney grinned at her and she laughed, weight lifting from her heart and shoulders as everything settled back into place. Her little makeshift family forged of friends was back together. That’s all she wanted, for them to be together again, safe and sound, away from Vanny and that awful creation under the Pizzaplex that had dug its voice into her head and almost locked her back into the dark box inside her mind. Now they could look towards the future and build this new restaurant to provide for them.

“Are you guys gonna start making out? Cuz I need to know before you make me puke my ice cream and waste it,” Gregory declared in a flat and unimpressed voice, holding his empty bowl in his hands and staring at them with a pout.

“We’re not getting into this again, twerp!” Vanessa countered while Sydney just set his carton of food down to facepalm in reaction, “Are you done? Put your bowl in the sink and we’ll go get Freddy from the shop.”

“This is censorship! I’m being denied life-saving information!” Gregory announced at the top of his lungs as he walked away to the kitchen, “Cooties are a real threat to guys everywhere!”

Vanessa briefly wondered if she could use some of that collective money to go on a real vacation, or at least have a spa day to cope with being mom to such a little punk of a kid. Oh well. Tomorrow would be another day.

“By the way,” she added casually, “if you run off like that again without telling me, you’ll regret it.” She finished her words in a sing-song tone, glancing over at Sydney and grinning at his wide-eyed stare at her, his face an interesting shade of red. Good, maybe that’ll keep him from disappearing on them in the future. She was going to need all hands on deck to make sure this restaurant idea didn’t fail and drag them all down with it. Whatever gets results, right?

#fnaf fanfiction #fnaf au #parlourverse au #fnaf vanessa #fnaf gregory #glamrock freddy #herrera brothers

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I've been trying to think of more Victor prompts, so I looked at whump prompts bc that's my favourite type of fics, and I feel like this could work for him. Like, he gets injured and turns off the pain so by the time the danger passes he forgets about it, and its not visible like external bleeding so others notice. Could be internal bleeding or head injury? If you can make something out of my rambling that would be impressive lol

I've never clicked on a request faster. I love this! I think I understand what you're asking for and hope I did it justice! I went with a concussion because it's internal but not too severe, since he can't go to the hospital or anything. I'm not sure how I feel about this, so if you want me to change anything or rewrite I can. Please let me know what you think and keep the Victor requests coming!!🤍

Warnings: spoilers for Vicious, concussion + descriptions of symptoms, detailed fight (inspired by the hallway fight scene in Daredevil), I think it can be read as platonic or romantic (the ending leans a little more romantic but I think it still works either way), fluff, and a brief Batman reference.

Word Count: 1.9k+ words

A/N: I imagine this takes place after Vengeful, but I don't think there's anything specific to place it there. I love writing for Victor and feel like I'm getting a little better at capturing him; he's a complex character but so much fun to write for! I'm working on a few fics for other characters, but to be completely honest, Victor requests will probably jump the line. I hope you enjoy this and please let me know what you think!

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I Forgot

“Sneaking into a corporate building this size cannot be a good idea, Vic,” you point out. “There will be private security, cameras, everything you can imagine times ten.”

“Mitch is hacking the security system, and I can manipulate the pain of the guards so they never even see us, all of which will give us time to get the information we need,” Victor responds, not looking up from the blueprints on the table.

“Why is this a three-person job again? If it’s that easy, you and Mitch can do it.”

“It’s easier for him to focus on the guards and let you get the intel,” Mitch explains.

“Yeah, he’s not a great multi-tasker,” Sydney adds.

“We can’t all have the brain capacity and speed of a twelve-year-old girl,” Victor calls over his shoulder. He looks at you to say, “I need you in there. Are you in?”

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose as you stand behind him, looking over his shoulder. You ask, “Where are we getting in?”

The corner of Victor’s mouth raises nearly imperceptibly, the closest thing you’ve ever seen to a smile, before pointing to a side entrance.

“This is the fire escape door. Mitch will hack their system, disable its alarm, and we’ll be in,” Victor says, dragging his finger across the blueprint as he outlines a route to the server room. “Most of the security guards will be patrolling the outside, and we’ll hit during their shift change. Mitch got their schedules, and we know when the optimal time is. Less guards and less ground covered by them.”

“Seems easy enough.”

“I know.”

“Sarcasm, Vic,” you and Mitch say together.

Victor looks at you and rolls his eyes before mouthing, “I know.”

“Alright, Mr. Pre-Med, if you know everything, tell me what happens if you don’t see one of the guards and they take a shot at us.”

“I turn the pain off, and we keep going.”

“Bleed out, got it,” you mumble under your breath.

“Getting shot hurts,” Sydney adds.

“You don’t say,” Victor quips.

You and Sydney look at each other and smile.

“This is why I never make jokes.” Victor sighs.

“Sorry, Vic. Go over it one more time?”

He shows you the route again and points to the areas most likely to have security and personnel presence.

“And if someone calls the police and they surround the building?” you ask.

“We do what we do best,” Victor replies.

✯✯✯✯✯

“You’re clear,” Mitch says. A mechanism above the door clicks as the alarm disconnects and it unlocks.

“Where did you get these earpieces?” you ask, following Victor through the fire escape door.

“iSpy.com,” Mitch answers.

“Focus,” Victor snaps, looking over his shoulder at you.

You nod, stopping behind him as he looks around a corner.

“There are three guards down there,” Victor says.

Two clear thuds sound and Victor signals for you to follow him. When you step out behind Victor, you glance to the left and see three grown men curled up in pain, rocking back and forth in the fetal position. Victor drops two more guards, who never see either of you, before putting his hand out and stopping you.

“There’s someone else here,” he whispers.

“No heat signatures on the security feed's infrared,” Mitch states, clicking sounds echoing in your earpiece.

“Any idea where they are?” you ask.

Victor shakes his head and looks over your shoulder before looking the other way.

“Let me go first, the server room is right around the corner. I’ll let you know if there’s anyone in there. Otherwise, keep everyone out,” you suggest.

He hesitates before nodding, watching you walk past him and silently open the door, signaling that the room is empty before slipping inside. Before he can register the sound of footsteps or a door opening, someone wraps an arm around his neck. Victor pulls the arm, twisting the man in front of him before slamming him against the opposite wall.

Two more guards enter the hallway, and Victor tries to turn their pain dials but gets distracted by the man in his arms. Turning to his right, he shoves the first guard into the second and brings his elbow down on the wrist of the third as he pulls his gun.

Grunting, he imagines the dial but loses it again when a hand grips his shoulder. Pulling the wrist over his arm, he flips the guard and takes a deep breath. All three men gasp before crying out in pain. Victor smirks as he stands over them, oblivious to the alert being sent to all of the security guards in the building.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Mitch, what am I even looking for?” you ask, bypassing the password screen as Mitch lets you into the system. “And why can't you do this remotely?”

“Their system won’t allow internal downloads, someone has to download it to a destination outside of their network. Since I’m tapped into the network, you’ll have to put it on the external drive I gave you. The file should say something like ‘Eli Project’ or ‘Project Eli,’ if Vic’s information is right.”

“Got it. How’s Victor doing?”

“Looks like he’s dropping bodies as usual.”

You hum as you click through the files in the central server. You trust Victor, but companies publish false information to catch hackers and preserve trade secrets. His intel may be wrong. No file names match the criteria; the word ‘Eli’ isn’t in any of the files you view.

“Victor’s never been wrong before?” you ask.

“Rarely.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Victor pulls a gun from a guard before slamming the handle down on his forehead. Panting, he stands and increases everyone’s pain, smirking as several pass out from the intensity. A gloved hand meets the side of his neck, and before he sees his attacker to debilitate them, his head is shoved into the concrete wall beside him.

“Unnecessary,” Victor says through gritted teeth.

He pushes back against the hand on his neck, turning to see the guard. After the initial impact, his head starts to hurt, a feeling he isn’t used to anymore, so he decides to turn it off and keep everyone away from you. As he turns, Victor sees the man swing his fist toward Victor’s head. Victor slips forward and turns his own pain down. Remembering where you are, he directs increased pain to every person in the building, even as he feels his control slipping.

✯✯✯✯✯

“I found it!” you cheer, dragging the files to download onto Mitch’s hard drive. “It’s an acronym.”

“For?” Mitch asks, clicking on his keyboard as he watches the files disappear from the company’s database.

“I feel like Batman,” you say quietly before answering, “Elevated Lexiconary Information Studies E-O. It is Eli. Although, no one would study e-words all the way through o-words in the same go, they should have thought that through better.”

“Focus,” Mitch reminds you.

“Right, sorry. Two to go… And we’re done. Thanks a million, Alfred!”

You can almost hear Mitch shake his head before requesting, “Get Victor out of there without causing too much permanent damage, would you?”

“That’s what I do best.”

You step out into the hallway and press your back against the wall when you don’t see Victor. He is supposed to be in sight and give you a signal that all is clear. Your eyes widen when you notice how many unconscious guards litter the hall. Victor isn’t in sight, but you hear footsteps and pained screams around the corner. Stepping carefully over each guard, you slowly walk to the corner and stop, watching Victor bend over and take a few deep breaths before standing.

✯✯✯✯✯

Victor’s control slips, a phenomenon that hasn’t happened since he first learned to control and use his ability. Several guards begin to stand as Victor gets dizzy and nearly forgets what he’s supposed to be doing. He hears your voice, talking to Mitch in his earpiece, and his head clears enough to regain control, flooring most of the guards before looking down the hallway in anticipation of the next round of reinforcements. They scream as he turns the dial too high, too fast, and he bends forward as his head spins and the light grows too bright, making him sick to his stomach.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Victor?” you ask, stepping into the same hallway corridor.

Victor turns toward you but doesn’t look up. You repeat his name, and his eyes narrow like he’s unsure who you are or where he is. Stepping toward him and reaching out, you try to figure out what’s wrong with him. He slurs something before falling forward, and you can’t catch him before he hits the floor.

Dropping to your knees beside him, you hold his head and neck still as you look around. No one is moving, the guards still seeming to be in pain.

“Mitch?” you ask.

“What happened? I’ve got one of the cameras up. That didn’t look good.”

“I don’t know, he just collapsed. He looked confused. Mitch, what do I do?”

Mitch answers that he’s on his way as Victor opens his eyes and looks at you, straining against your hands as he views you upside-down.

“If he hit his head, we shouldn’t move him, Mitch.”

You look at Victor and notice he’s regained consciousness.

“Hey. Are you okay?”

“Debatable,” he answers. “But good enough to get out of here. Let’s go.”

He numbs the pain again, ignoring you as you argue with him that he shouldn't move and ask him if he hit his head. Focusing on your voice helps, but he’s still dizzy, nauseous, and slightly disoriented. You meet Mitch at the fire escape door and help Victor before you climb into the car, exhaling as you allow your shoulders to drop. Sitting in the backseat together, you turn in your seat to talk to Victor.

“And just when were you going to tell me about your head? Before or after you collapsed in the hallway?” you ask.

“I forgot,” he answers.

“You forgot?”

“I forgot.”

“Mitch, take us to my place, please,” you ask, looking into Victor’s eyes as you speak. “I think you have a concussion, Vic.”

“You have a place?” he asks.

“I’m the only one not posted everywhere as a missing child or wanted for escaping prison. I figured one of us should have a place to land.”

Victor nods, blinking slowly before his eyes close again.

✯✯✯✯✯

Victor groans as he wakes up. “Did Mitch run over me?” he asks.

“No, he did carry you inside after saving you in his car, though. You have a concussion, a fairly severe one based on the scene in the hallway. Want to tell me what happened?”

He sits up slowly, looking around the dark, unfamiliar room. “Where are we?”

“My place. Keep that ice on your head.”

Victor presses the ice pack to his head.

“So, what happened?”

“One of the guards came up behind me. I didn’t see him, so I couldn’t stop him. He slammed my head into the wall.”

“And you thought, ‘it’s probably fine, I won’t tell anyone?’”

“I turned off the pain and forgot,” Victor says, shrugging.

“You forgot,” you repeat, chuckling quietly.

“I can’t see you.”

“Yeah, light is bad for concussions. So is noise, so I’m going to give you a little time to rest. Sydney wants to come check on you when you feel better; let me know when you’re up for some company.”

As you near the door, preparing to give him some privacy and silence, he whispers, “Thank you.”

You freeze, not used to hearing Victor Vale express gratitude. Even though he can’t see you, you smile at him.

“You’re welcome. And it’s only because it’s you.”

Victor’s chuckle follows you out of the room, and his subsequent calls for help - and company - are nowhere near the inconvenience he seems to think they are.

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