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helloalycia · 3 years

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overstepping [one] // jane banner (Wind River)

summary: after getting several voicemails from your colleague and best friend with her asking for your backup, you attempt to call her back, only to get no answer.

warning/s: mentions of rape, murder and injuries.

author’s note: this is a two parter because i finally watched Wind River and it broke my heart but also lizzie was v cute and i felt the need to write this, hope you like it x

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"C'mon, work you stupid phone," I complained for the millionth time, before standing on the chair to get a better signal.

When I saw the bars in the corner of the screen increase, a grin appeared on my lips. I loved my parents, but the fact that they lived in a remote cabin in Tennessee with zero signal was not my favourite thing.

When the bars remained, my phone decided to actually be helpful and receive all the messages, calls and voicemails I missed. I did a brief flick through, noticing nothing was too important that couldn't wait for me to return to work. As an FBI agent, I rarely got time off. And now that I had taken a two month vacation to spend with my parents, I was adamant on enjoying it, even if I was missing work a smidge.

Next were the calls, which I noticed were mostly from my colleague and close friend, Jane Banner. I furrowed my brows, realising she'd left me several voicemails, too, which was strange since she knew I was on a break from work. What could be so important?

I sighed, glancing down at my uncomfortable position standing on the chair and leaning above the wardrobe. It was the only place in the house with decent signal and the only other place that wasn’t in the middle of nowhere was twenty minutes out. Telling myself I'd just listen to one voicemail to make sure everything was okay, I played the earliest message.

"Hey, Y/N. I'm sorry, I know you're on a break, but I just had to talk to you," it began, and Jane sounded troubled. "I was in Vegas, as you know, but I've been called out to a reservation in Wyoming where this poor girl was–" She paused, releasing a shaky breath. "She was raped and left to die out in the cold. I thought I could send in another team to take a look – y'know, usual protocol. But the coroner won't rule it a homicide and you know what that means."

I swallowed hard, knowing exactly what that meant. If it wasn't ruled a homicide, no backup would come and we had to move onto the next case. But if this girl was raped and left to die, the rapist was still out there and wasn't getting caught by the FBI.

"I can't just leave it and go," Jane continued quietly, with that recognisable passion for her job evident in her voice. "I have to do what I can. But I... I can't do this alone. It's not like other cases, Y/N. It's different out here. And there's only so much their police department can do. I know you're on a break, but I was hoping that, maybe, you could come out here and help me? It's the Wind River Indian Reservation. That's it, I guess. Bye."

The message ended and I found myself chewing on my lower lip anxiously, unable to think about anything other than Jane now. She'd worried me with that one voicemail alone – I couldn't imagine what the others said.

She was usually so good at dealing with cases, but this seemed different. She sounded shaken up, attempting to put on a brave face by the sounds of it. What was so different about this case? She didn't need me. She was capable.

Curiosity got the better of me and I played the second message, ignoring the discomfort in my arms as I stretched to maintain the signal. It was left a day after the first one.

"Hey, so I just remembered that you said you don't get much signal up there with your parents," she began apologetically. "I don't mean to– shit, it's so cold..." There was a pause, a noise in the background, then she continued, "Sorry, just turning up the heating. Anyway, I was saying. I don't mean to intrude on your break. I just– I'm hoping you'll find signal and hear this because I could really use your help. I think we've got a lead on who may have done it. It was hectic today. Really could've used that backup."

She chuckled dryly at her attempt at a joke, but all I felt was guilt. She sounded exhausted within a day of being there.

"I hope you get this," she finished with a sigh. "I should go. Got a busy day tomorrow. Hope you're doing okay. Bye."

I wasted no time in playing the next message. Three days into her case.

"I don't know why I keep sending these," she began with a hoarse voice, and my heart clenched at the sound of it. "You clearly aren't getting them in time. But it's easier talking to you like this than not at all."

It went quiet, so quiet that I thought she may have finished and forgot to hang up. But then she spoke up again, a whimper escaping her lips.

"It's so hard," she admitted. "We've covered worse cases, but this one... everything about it makes me uncomfortable. Something doesn't feel right. I've got a lead – we think it might be the boyfriend who did it and we're gonna see him tomorrow. But I don't know."

I frowned, squeezing my phone tightly because I didn't recognise the girl speaking as my friend. This girl sounded broken and I wondered what she could have discovered that made her like this.

"I've got the police department with me for backup," she said with a sniffle. "And Cory, he's a hunter whose been helping me with the case. They're all gonna be with me tomorrow. But I wish you were here, too. You always make things easier."

The lump in my throat wouldn't disappear no matter how many times I swallowed it. She made things easier, too. Always. And all I wanted to was be by her side and be there for her like she always was for me.

"Sorry about this," she said with a watery laugh, and I could imagine the embarrassed smile on her face as she did. "I sound like such an idiot. Never mind these messages. Just enjoy your break. I shouldn't be worrying you like this. See you when you get back."

The message ended and I checked to see if there were anymore, but to my disappointment, there wasn't. That message was from a few days ago and she hadn't sent anything since which was concerning in itself.

Trying not to panic for no reason, I called Jane. Hopefully everything was okay and I was being stupid. She was a fully-trained FBI agent. She could take care of herself. Right?

The call rang and rang, but nobody picked up. One missed call. No biggie. She probably heard it and couldn't find her phone or something. So, I tried again.

More ringing and no answer. Okay, no big deal. Just try again.

Another call and no answer. The chewing on my lip became more intense. Why the hell wasn't she picking up? Was she still working the case?

I waited an hour, trying again at ten minute intervals, unable to fight my concern. But there was no answer every time and I realised that I couldn't sit and wait for her to call back. Not after how she sounded in those voicemails.

No, I had to go there. She needed backup.

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Wyoming was way colder than I could have prepared for.

I mean, technically, I prepared for nothing. I bid my parents a goodbye, threw some random clothes in a bag and caught the next plane over there. I tried for Jane's phone constantly, knowing she was never one to ignore me for this long, but there was no point. She wasn't answering, which could only mean so much.

When I reached the reservation, I had no idea where anything was or what I was looking for exactly. I just knew that as soon as the taxi dropped me off in the centre of town, I didn't know where to go.

There were a lot of locals hanging around, so my first port of call was to ask them if they'd seen Jane around – or Agent Banner, as she may have introduced herself. I showed them a picture of her on my phone, described her with vivid detail, but they just stared at me like I was crazy. I was starting to believe I was at one point, until I stopped by the convenience store.

As worried as I was for Jane's whereabouts, the chill in my bones was real. Especially my hands, which I was certain would fall off any minute. So, I decided to buy some gloves and also ask the cashier if he'd seen Jane around or heard anything of her. Whilst I was doing that, a customer caught my attention, probably having overheard my conversation.

"Did you say Jane Banner?" he asked with a quirked brow, interrupting my purchase. "The FBI lady, right?"

I nodded quickly, facing him. "Yes, that's her! D'you know where she is?"

He nodded casually. "Yeah, she's in the hospital. That big shootout that happened a few days ago, right?"

My stomach dropped. "The what?"

"The shootout," he repeated, not aware of the concern in my face. "At the drill site. A bunch of officers were killed and the FBI lady was one of the only one left standing." He tutted as he shook his head. "Very lucky that one."

A shootout? The hospital? Only one left standing? No wonder she hadn't been answering her calls.

"Can you– do you–" I stopped, clearing my throat and trying to stop freaking out. "Which hospital?"

After getting the address from him, I caught a taxi to the only hospital in town and prayed to God that Jane was okay. The one thing she'd asked for was backup and I couldn't even give her that. If I'd just looked at my messages sooner... fuck.

Getting past the front desk and to Jane's room was no issue at all. A quick flash of my FBI badge was enough for the receptionist to give me the details and wave me through. My heart was constricting in my chest the longer it took. What if it was really bad? What if that customer's intel was outdated and Jane was– no. I couldn't afford to think like that.

Upon finding Jane's room, I spotted an older man leaving through the door, being careful to close it behind him. I didn't recognise him at all.

"Excuse me," I called, earning his attention. "Is that Jane Banner's room you just came from?"

He seemed surprised, glancing over his shoulder to make sure I was speaking to him, before nodding. "Yes. Sorry, who are you?"

I pulled my badge from my pocket and showed him, though I doubted anyone would take me seriously when my eyes were watering at thought of Jane being severely injured.

"I'm her friend," I said, swallowing down the lump in my throat before lowering my badge.

"Oh, you're the backup that didn't come," he said with realisation.

My eyes flickered to the floor guiltily. He wasn't exactly wrong.

"I didn't mean it like that," he added quickly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

I shook my head, lifting my eyes to meet his. "It's okay. I should've... I should've been here." It went quiet as he didn't know what to say, so I looked to him halfheartedly. "I assume you're from the police department, one of the ones who helped Jane."

"Not exactly," he said, before putting out his hand for me to shake. "Name's Cory. I'm a hunter by trade."

Returning his handshake, I recalled Jane's voicemail. "Oh, yeah, she mentioned you... thank you for helping her out."

When I couldn’t, I added in my head.

He offered me a small smile and I couldn't find it in myself to return it. I must have looked like shit, since he gave me a pitiful gaze.

"You want me to catch you up before you go in?" he asked, nodding to Jane's door. "She's okay by the way."

I nodded, sucking up a breath. My nerves were eating away at me the longer I didn't see Jane – half of me was terrified of what I'd find, and the other half was afraid she'd be upset or angry because I left her to it, even when she pleaded for my help.

Cory and I took a seat down the hall and he proceeded to explain about the case and how they found the guy who raped that poor girl. The shootout was the worst bit, making me shiver with discomfort. Apparently, Jane had gotten blasted with a shotgun, puncturing her torso and neck despite the vest she wore. All of the officers with her were killed and by the sounds of it, Jane almost was, too. But Cory managed to take out the criminals and the rapist himself. When he was finished telling me, I had no words.

"She's a bit shaken up, but her surgery went well," Cory reassured with a short nod. "Does she know you're coming?"

I shook my head, voice thick with emotion. "She wouldn't answer her phone. I guess I know why now."

Cory nodded, rubbing the back of his neck before sparing me a consoling glance. "She talked about you a lot. I think it'll cheer her up seeing you. You should go."

My eyes met his, teary and stinging with unshed tears. "Thank you so much."

He shrugged bashfully, but he didn't realise all that he'd done. I gave him a small, tight smile before standing up with a sigh. No point dwelling anymore – I had to see her.

Pushing my selfish feelings aside, I sucked it up and approached Jane's room. She would either want to punch me or not, but either way, I had to see if she was okay. And so, when I opened the door slightly, heart racing in my chest, said heart jumped in my throat at the sight of her.

She was laying on the bed with wires stuck in her and, only from what I could see, bandages were covering the side of her neck. I thought she was sleeping at first, but then her head tilted towards the door curiously, and bright blue eyes widened with disbelief.

"Y/N?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "What are you– how did you get here?"

I closed the door behind me and hesitantly approached her bedside, unable to stop my eyes from soaking in the sight of her. She looked so feeble and vulnerable and unlike how I saw her last. Then, Cory's words came back to me and I began to imagine the worst scenario of her getting shot, blood seeping from her wounds, the life draining from her eyes...

"Y/N," she called, and I looked to her startlingly, hoping I didn't look as troubled as I felt.

"Sorry," I said, clearing my throat. "I, er– the messages. Voicemail. I heard them and tried calling you back, but..."

She pursed her lips, exhaling with a wince and looking up at the ceiling, as if suddenly remembering she left messages in the first place.

"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner," I said quietly, guilt seeping back in.

"No, no, don't be," she said, and I just about noticed the pink dusting her cheeks. "It's not your fault. I shouldn't have interrupted your vacation like that. I know you said you wanted a break and–"

"Jane, no, don't even say that," I cut her off, reaching for her hand in an instant. She looked my way, eyes flickering between mine nervously. I squeezed her hand gently and said, "I should have been here. You needed me and I– I didn't come. Maybe if I had, this could have ended differently."

She tried to smile, but I could see the discomfort in her eyes. "It's not that bad, honestly. It just looks bad."

I pressed my lips together, eyes falling to the bandage on her neck. Even though it was big and covered her wound, I could still make out the bruising around it from the impact of the shell. I didn't imagine the torso wound looking any different, and that thought alone made me regret leaving her alone. It was very much as bad as it looked; I knew that and she knew that.

Her lips trembled as she avoided my eyes, her own tearing up. I pushed away my guilt momentarily and changed the subject.

"So, I met Cory. He seems like a great guy."

She didn't say anything as she seemed lost in thought. Either that or she was trying not to cry in front of me. I hoped it wasn't the latter, since the last thing I wanted was to make her feel uncomfortable.

"You know," I said, when she wouldn't speak, "I'm pretty sure I told you to stay safe before I left for my vacation."

At my poor attempt to lighten the mood, she cracked a small, tight smile, but a smile nonetheless, and my racing heart slowed down momentarily.

"I'm glad you're okay," I said, now that I had her attention again, and she looked my way with a softened expression. "Kind of okay. But you know... okay."

Thankfully, she knew what I meant and her hand tightened around mine.

"I'm glad you came," she returned, and I couldn't look away even if I tried. She was always able to trap me with a single gaze.

With a tug of her hand, she motioned for me to sit on the edge of her bed, so I did. And then she began to ask me about my vacation, what I'd been up to this past month, how my parents were... basically anything and everything except for the case. And it was understandable, since she was reminded of it all the time. If I could be a form of escapism for her, so be it. It was the least I could do.

We spoke for hours until the nurse came in to let me know visiting hours were over and I'd have to come back tomorrow. With a regretful sigh, I got up from my seat on her bedside and stretched my limbs.

"Where are you staying?" she asked, a slight frown on her lips.

I smiled awkwardly, realising I didn't think that far ahead. "I'm not gonna lie, I don't know. I came straight here. There's gotta be a hotel or something in this town, right?"

She nodded and flicked her hand to the shelves on the other side of the room. "You should stay in my room in the inn. Key's in my bag over there."

"Oh, I don't have to do that–"

"Y/N, it's not like I'm going to be staying there anytime soon," she cut me off, smiling halfheartedly. "Please."

I chewed on my lip and nodded, giving in. When I grabbed her keys from her bag, I stopped by her bedside and gave her a supportive smile.

"I'll back first thing in the morning, if you don't mind," I said, and she finally gave me a smile that reached her eyes.

"I'd like that."

I nodded, resting a hand on hers and squeezing comfortingly. "Goodnight."

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Though I knew Jane was okay, I still couldn't stop myself from thinking about her all night. The sight of her wounds and the broken expression on her face was enough to keep me awake. And the guilt that came with it all... why couldn't I have just picked up my damn phone?

As promised, I returned to Jane's hospital room the next morning, this time bringing some breakfast snacks from the hospital cafeteria since I knew the food would be much better than whatever they were serving her. Judging by the content expression on her face when I gave it to her, I was right.

When she finished eating, she was able to sit up slightly and move over on her bed, urging for me to join her and watch some TV with her. There was no way I was going to turn down that offer, so I slid next to her and kept a packet of sliced apples between us as we watched whatever was playing on the TV.

About halfway through watching, she spoke up randomly, taking me by surprise.

"When are you leaving?"

I tore my gaze from the screen and realised she was staring at me with intense green eyes.

"When you're well enough to," I answered truthfully.

She looked down to her hands. "You don't have to stay with me. You can go."

I studied her profile, knowing it was the wrong time to appreciate how stunning she looked even when she was makeup-free, sporting a bed head and tired.

"Do you want me to go?" I asked softly, afraid I may have overstepped.

She was quick to shake her head slightly, finally lifting her gaze to meet mine with glossy ones. "No."

I nodded, trying very hard not to smile, cleared my throat and grabbed her hand. "Then I'm not leaving. I'll be right here until you get better and I can take you home."

A ragged breath escaped her lips as she nodded in response. We both looked back to the TV and I noticed she didn't let go of my hand, her fingers warm to the touch and giving me goosebumps at the contact. But I wouldn't have had it any other way.

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atlabeth · 3 years

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hold onto me (im a little unsteady) - sokka x reader

i was listening to the song when i came up w this so feel free to listen to that if you want

summary: a late night with sokka reminds you that even on the worst days, you always have someone in your corner.

a/n: lmao this is 100% self indulgent i have no excuses. my parents are getting divorced and almost every time they're together they argue and so this is just a comfort fic after it happened again tonight bc GD i wish i had a sokka. this one goes out to all my divorce babies or people with parents that never stop arguing. you are very loved<3

wc: 1.7k, this got away from me lol

warning(s): mentions of parents arguing n shit, like the tiniest mentions of implying sex and problems with consent (in general, not with them), but this is all fluff

hey. i know you’re probably asleep right now but could you come over?

It was far too late at night when you sent the text. A question asked on a whim, an offer that would most likely go ignored due to the boy on the other end being asleep.

But goddammit, you really didn’t care. Even if he didn’t respond, just hitting ‘send’ made you feel slightly better. You had already taken refuge in one of the sweatshirts he had left at your house (read: one that you had stolen and refused to give back) and as your eyes fell on the glow of the digital clock on your bedside table, you were once again reminded of how stupid this was.

But you heard the telltale buzz of a notification and all but lunged for your phone, an uncontrollable smile tugging on your lips. You didn’t know why you ever doubted him.

sokka💙: you know i never sleep babe

sokka💙: a curse of my genius

sokka💙: im omw

you’re the best thank you love<3

A pair of fuzzy socks and a refilled water bottle later, you heard the sound of something hitting your window. Though you tensed up at first, a roll of your eyes was all it took before you remembered just who you had invited over. Another smile took over as you pushed yourself off of your bed, pushing the curtains aside in time to see another pebble hit the pane.

A physical effort took place to stifle the laugh as you pushed your window up, and you leaned against the sill on your elbows to get a better look at your ridiculous boyfriend.

“Throwing rocks at my window? I think I’m stuck in a bad romcom.”

He grinned and let the remaining pebbles fall to the ground. “It’s what��s to be expected from your Prince Charming, right? Besides, I’m assuming that your parents wouldn’t just let me walk through the front door at this hour.”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks. Just the sight of Sokka was always enough to make you feel better, and tonight was no exception. The vice on your heart was already starting to loosen. “Right as usual. Think you’ll catch me if I jump?”

He laughed and made a show of looking up and down the distance and then at his arms. “I’d like to say so, but I think we’d have better luck if I climb up.”

“You sure you can do that, big guy?” you asked with a teasing grin. He rolled his eyes with the same sentiment.

“Of course I can. I just thank nature that there’s a tree so close to your window. It’s saved me from a lot of embarrassing falls.”

You chuckled and backed away from the window, the slight chill from the night air beginning to get to you. “I’ll leave you to it while I get things ready.”

Truth be told, your room was a total mess at the moment. You knew Sokka wouldn’t care, especially not now, but it put you slightly more at ease to have something in your life that you could control. You were in the middle of shoving some previously strewn-about clothes into your closet when you heard the click of your window closing. When you turned around, you were met with your boyfriend’s smiling face.

“You’re so pretty,” you murmured as you walked over to him. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you kissed him lightly on the lips, unable to stop the blossoming smile nor the warmth that the action gave you. “Thank you for being here.”

“Of course.” The softness of his words were in stark contrast to the joking bravado from only minutes earlier, and as you stepped away from his embrace and pushed yourself onto your bed, he joined you on the other side. “And not that I’m not happy to be here, but I just wanna know. What’s going on?”

You sighed, letting one leg hang off the bed as you tucked the other in. It was a testament to Sokka’s power how quickly he had gotten you to forget about the new mess of the night. “The usual showing of fuckall and fuckup. I’m more impressed by how they never run out of things to scream at each other about.”

Your bad joke didn’t get a laugh out of him, which you were secretly glad for. Instead, he snaked an arm around your back and tugged you closer, a contented sigh falling from your lips as you nestled your head into the space between his shoulder and his head. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “You know it’s not your fault, right?”

The phrase had gone in one ear and out the other more times than you could count from your parents, but each time Sokka said it, the words held a different weight. You knew it wasn’t your fault in the first place, but guilt didn’t care all that much for logic. You knew he meant it though, and once more the vice loosened.

“I know. But it still helps to hear it.” You glanced up at him, reaching a hand up to twist a loose strand of his hair around your finger. “You should wear your hair down more often,” you mused. “It makes you look like a prince.”

He chuckled, amusement glinting through his ocean eyes. “I did say I was your Prince Charming, didn’t I?”

You smiled, slowly uncurling his hair from your finger. “Yeah.”

“That means I’ll always be there for you. Especially to save my royal from their evil stepparents.”

Another laugh bubbled in your chest at that, and you leaned closer into him. “Thank you. The more I visit your place, the more I want your family to be mine. Hakoda is like, the nicest man I’ve ever met, and your mom? She actually makes me want to cry with how sweet she is. I think I know where you get it from.”

He grinned and bumped your leg with his own. “You know you’re welcome over there any time. But maybe you shouldn’t — I think my mom might actually adopt you with how much she loves you. That… that would be really weird.”

His joy was infectious as you planted another kiss on his cheek, something that earned you a, as you liked to call it, dazzling Signature Sokka Smile. “I’ll make sure she holds off on the adoption papers for now.”

“I’d like that.”

And though the happiness you felt at the moment was almost overwhelming, that was just what caused that tiny sliver of doubt to come in. When people invited their partners over at three in the morning, it usually wasn’t to sit on the bed and talk about their problems. It was… it was for more, and you didn’t want that right now. And because you were an expert at it, you decided to put your foot in your mouth and start talking.

“I— I’m sorry that I called you over here so late, for no reason. I know you probably expected something else than me ranting, but…” you sighed, drawing your knees closer to your chest as you brought your other hand to Sokka’s resting on your shoulder. “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong idea.”

He sighed at that, but you knew it wasn’t one of disappointment. “You know I’m here for you. I don’t care if you just want to sit in silence for the next five hours while we stare at the wall, or if you want to watch sappy rom coms until your eyes bleed. I’m more than okay with staying like this. I didn’t come over here because I expected anything from you — I came over here because you needed me, and so I’m here.” Sokka smiled, an image you didn’t think would ever stop making you melt, and intertwined your hand with his. “This is perfect. You’re perfect.”

You were so stunned at the brazen declaration that your voice got stuck in your throat for a moment, holding back tears. (Happy tears. They were never anything other than happy tears with Sokka.) It hit you then that you didn’t really know what it was like having someone get close to you without an ulterior motive.

“Thank you,” you murmured after a moment of comfortable silence. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You knew he was smiling, even without having to look up at him. You could hear it in his voice, feel it in the kiss he pressed to your hairline.

A comfortable silence hung in the air for a long time until you broke it. “You know… my dad kinda ran off to a motel for the night after this whole thing, and my mom leaves early in the morning. If you were serious about those rom coms…” You allowed the unsaid question of staying the night to fester so Sokka knew he could say no if he wanted to, but he didn’t even hesitate.

“Of course I was serious. I mean, I’ve gotta get the ideas for our future wedding from somewhere.”

You laughed, a sentiment that had occurred more times in the ten minutes he had been here than the past week, and picked the remote for your little box TV off of your bedside table. You clicked through various movies until you found one Sokka liked, and then you cuddled deeper into his side to prepare for the ride you had ahead of you.

Thirty minutes into 27 Dresses, he had fallen asleep, arm still around you and one of his legs slightly intertwined with one of your own. But it’s not like you minded — the familiar weight of Sokka in your bed had caused all your worries to melt away, if only for the night.

You didn’t expect him to last past the first movie, but you were sure you would at least get through until Katherine Heigl got the man. But there was an overwhelming feeling of safety permeating the air with Sokka’s arms around you, and you ended up knocked out before she could even get through all twenty seven dresses.

It wasn’t lost on you how fortunate you were — he didn’t expect anything like that from you, he just wanted you to be safe. He was there for you. You would never understand how you had gotten so lucky with your boyfriend, but you would never stop being grateful for him.

this is the most self indulgent thing ive ever written and i am NOT sorry

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atla tags: @marianne1806 @brown-eyed-thang @akiris

#sokka x reader #sokka x you #sokka x y/n #sokka fic #sokka #sokka atla #atla #avatar #avatar the last airbender #avatar fic #atla fic #sadie writes #everyone deserves him.... sokka im sorry u have 100 gfs and bfs

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neutron-stars-collision · 3 years

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Closer

Neil x F!Reader

Summary: Plot what plot.

Warnings: 18+ (and I really mean it this time), they're both trying to dominate and I've no clue what's going on.

Author's Notes: Suppose this is what happens when an image won't leave you alone and you crave a self-indulgent one-shot... I don't even know, but this took remains of my sanity. Challenged myself with more graphic and this is what we ended up with.

Thank you Shet for reassurance through writing this and not having enough of my whining.

Feedback is greatly appreciated and I hope you'll enjoy!

It is always the same. That brilliant idea to go for lunch and do a round of sightseeing in the afternoon because surely it wouldn’t be too bad. Right?

Well, whoever thought of that was owed an excruciating death in the fires of Hell. Or Orcus, as would be more appropriate for the current location. Who knew the Italian coast transforms into the Death Valley over summer? Sighing with exasperation, you waited not so patiently as Neil slipped the key card into the door and opened the room with a typical flourish. Feeling the constant trickle of sweat down your back, you pushed him inside unceremoniously and let the door close with a thud. As the cold air enveloped your body with the sweetest of embraces, you could not hold back a pleased groan.

“Fuck” the curse not enough to express the internal pain “Jesus fucking Christ, I hate this heat,” accentuating the meaning you aggressively lowered the aircon temperature to 18C “Did I mention that temps above 25 Celsius should be made illegal?” remembering about Neil’s presence, you glared at him.

It was his shit idea in the first place. And you were never letting that one go. He was staring at you with amusement glimmering in the blue eyes. Another reason to punch him in the teeth. Or something.

“More or less twenty times within the last hour, why?” answering your question, he opened the minibar and took out a bottle of water.

Nonchalantly perching on the desk, he took a longer sip, still watching you with curiosity. No remorse whatsoever over the tortures he put you through. Annoying.

But not more so than the sweat still running down your skin, making the fabric stick to your body in places you never deemed possible. When leaving the hotel three hours ago, the linen shirt sounded like a good idea. Now, with half of it drenched, you were sure nudity was the only viable option to go outside. Groaning with frustration, you tugged at the garment, grimacing at the feel of the damp fabric.

“God, everything just feels… wet” uttering the word with loathing, you added, “Like soaking wet,”

That got Neil’s attention. He glanced up with the lips slightly parted, one eyebrow raised.

“Everything?” a quick scan of your body, swallowing hard as though the suggestion triggered thirst that no water could quench.

Uh-huh. The irritation too high to give in just yet. Instead, you allowed yourself to sweep your gaze over his form leisurely. The only sign that he too was bothered by the heat was the glistening forehead and flushed cheeks. The usually fluffy mane tamed, strands sticking to the temples. Still devilishly handsome. With the long legs crossed and the blue polo shirt perfectly bringing out the colour of his eyes, he looked godly. Unfair. Prompted by that thought, you closed the distance and snatched the chilled water bottle out of his hand:

“It’s not like you’d get it, though. Even soaked in sweat you look like a bloody… male Aphrodite” throwing in the slight, you quickly downed the rest of the water.

Another look at your boyfriend was enough to assure you the metaphor worked. Neil was gaping at you, utterly puzzled, and then slowly looked down as if to check himself out. You snickered when he lifted the edge of the shirt and touched his abdomen with a dream-like expression. Fondly: idiot.

“Is that an insult or a compliment? Because I admit I lost you there” shaking off the stupor, he met your watchful gaze with a frown.

It was difficult to stay mad for much longer. And so…

“Whichever one you want,” shrugging, you unzipped the skirt, letting it fall to the ground, “I need a shower. ASAP”

Without waiting for Neil to respond, you started taking off the shirt. With a disgusted sound, you threw it next to the skirt and positioned yourself underneath the AC. Still too many clothes. The noise of plastic bottle hitting the bin and then:

“Whoa…” the playful tone making you look up straight into the mischievous sparks in Neil’s eyes, “That’s giving me all sorts of ideas” he eyed you slowly, gaze taking in your body clad only in underwear.

Not that it was anything new. And usually, you would play along with pleasure, curious about where it might lead you this time. Now, however, that fire of annoyance burning bright still needed tending. And shower sounded much better than whatever Neil might offer.

With a huff, you reached to unclasp the bra and let it join the carnage in the hallway. One look at his hungry expression was enough to prompt an idea. You gave him a quick peck on the cheek and, without leaving time to react, pressed the bathroom handle:

“I won’t lock the door” an off-hand remark rather than an invitation.

But you knew it would work. It always did.

Once inside, thanks to the striptease you indulged in, all that was left was to take off the panties and step into the shower. You turned on the rain head and sighed with happiness when the chilly water cooled off your body. That is what bliss felt like. You closed your eyes, contented enough to stand under the running water. Grounding yourself in the feeling of your palm pressed firmly to the tiled wall. A smug smirk spreading on your lips when, finally, you heard the bathroom door open and close. So predictable.

You kept your back turned to the entrance to the shower, eyes closed if only to keep up the act of mild irritation. Not so mild, in fact, but enough not to give Neil satisfaction by throwing yourself in his arms. He would have to work a little to get something out of it.

At first, a tentative touch running up your spine in the familiar expression of his presence. Enough to trigger the light flicker of passion. With the cold water, it was easy to pretend the goosebumps were not his accomplishment. Encouraged by your stillness, Neil took a step, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close. A traitorous gasp swallowed with effort. You heard him chuckle lowly while slowly caressing your body. A puff of warmer air against the side of your neck:

“Ever since I saw you in that sundress, I wanted to do this,” Neil whispered the confession with confidence.

Lips grazing over the shell of your ear, alighting the nerve endings with precision. You knew which dress he meant. The clothing choice from a day earlier, haunting with an accompanying pride. Good to know.

“What exactly?” feigning nonchalance, you kept your hands pressed against the wall and the glass window.

For now, it was easy to ignore the need slowly pooling in your lower stomach. You wanted to keep on playing the game a little longer. To see how far he was willing to go.

Neil tightened the grip, winding both of his arms around your waist. No space left between you.

“Pull you flush against me,” the explanation complemented with a brave sweep of hand over your stomach “Feel your skin and curves under my fingertips” instinctively, you pressed your thighs together, the desire building up steady “Feel the way you shiver whenever I touch you like this” his fingers teasingly running up and down your navel.

The assumption was enough to give back that spark of annoyance. A fight to keep up the role a little longer. Struggling with the overwhelming breathlessness, you whispered back the question:

“Aren’t you giving yourself too much credit?” you reached behind you to run a ghostly touch over his hipbone.

Feeling the skin and the relishing in the shallow gasp. In retaliation, Neil let his hands venture higher, cupping your breasts and circling the nipples. Fuck. At that move, there was no way of stopping the shudder running through your body.

“Am I?” you heard the amusement in his voice, palms executing death perfectly.

Nothing left to do but sigh and press up against him in search of fulfilment. But the teasing was far from finished. You felt his lips experimentally glide over the nape of your neck, collecting the water droplets and leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Searching for support, you firmly placed your hand on his hip, gasping at the feel of him pressing into your backside. The hardness never failing to cause a rush of excitement flowing through your body. As though sensing your growing arousal, Neil continued the teasing in a low, soft tone:

“I wanted to kiss down your neck, graze my teeth over your perfect skin” making his words come true, he trailed kisses down the nape of your neck.

A sigh each time he lightly bit your shoulder, a groan with every single butterfly touch along your shoulder blades. Carefully tiptoeing the line between animalistic passion and tender caress that seemed to define your relationship. Only this time, with anger still fresh on your mind, you began getting impatient, suddenly eager for him to speed it up. To give you something more substantial.

Using the strike of courage, you reached your hand further back, curious fingers dancing over him in the mildest of provocations. To give him a sign that patience was running thin. It worked for Neil let out a strangled groan and stopped the careful study of your neck with a painful hickey over the pulse point. That was bound to leave a deep red mark. He did not give you time to react, pulling you somehow even closer and delving the hand between your legs with ease:

“To slip my fingers between your thighs and feel how wet you are because of me,” the sentence murmured with an unmistakable tint of want hazing his mind.

He wasted no time, instantly parting your folds, collecting the arousal, and spreading it to ease whatever was bound to come next. The feeling was familiar yet still clouding your brain with need. Because now even the cold water was not helping the rising temperature. Nothing left to lose. Time to give in and take what he would offer. As he repeated the torturous move, barely touching your clit or putting pressure on the throbbing parts, you decided to take matters into your hands.

“And?” using the question as a distraction to encircle his wrist.

And raise the offensive hand to your lips. Licking his fingers clean before the water could. A sharp gasp told you it worked. Using the momentum, you turned around in his embrace and met the shocked, darkened gaze with a smirk of your own. Neil glanced at your lips as though tempted to collect the remains of your taste from them and locked his eyes with yours:

“Get down on my knees and have a taste of my favourite drug,” a murderous glint within the blue depths.

Knowing well enough how much you enjoyed that. How often you would ask for it.

Your thighs clenched on their own accord, anticipation heightening the senses. To find a brief relief, you rose on your toes and crashed your mouth into his, knowing Neil would meet you halfway. The tumultuous kiss filled with chaos, hunger, and need, betraying the love underscoring every other adjective befitting your connection. The tongues easily slipping in, curling around each other, seeking the ultimate pleasure.

“What’s stopping you?” after a long snog, you broke the contact and panted out, resting your forehead against his.

Allowing yourself a second of gentleness. Admiring the affectionate look in Neil’s eyes, you slowly caressed his body. Returning the previous torments with your dose of playfulness. Letting him remember that you were not the only one that was so ready. That the attraction was mutual, and you knew that very well. Explorative touches down his length, enjoying the way he swallowed hard and closed his eyes, trying to find the lost thread. After a beat, he met your gaze once again. The darkness startling.

“Nothing” using a second of hesitation, Neil took your courageous hand in his and searched your face, “Only… say please” the satisfied smirk added the wicked gleam to his face.

You considered scoffing and pushing him out to keep the pride intact. But… with the core practically dripping with the need for a release, that had to be forgotten. Clenching your jaw to stop the shame from springing up, you uttered the word with apprehension:

“… Please,” making sure to show him the extent of annoyance.

A retaliation already forming in your mind. Revenge would be sweet.

“Good girl” thought processes cut short with the two words.

Oh fuck. Simple, yet more effective than anything else. A jolt of want passing through your body as Neil tipped your chin, arrogantly pleased with himself. He could read you like a book, knowing well what praise would do. This time there was no holding back. No shame or reluctance.

“You fucking-” spitting out the words with annoyance, your rant got stopped with a finger pressed firmly against your lips.

“Shush,” the stern tone, shutting you up with yet another wave of arousal.

The steel look in Neil’s eyes only increasing the sensation. It was bound to get interesting. As if drawn by your dark stare, he closed the gap and captured your lips in a heated kiss. The water, running down, slipping in the gap between you, failing to satisfy the craving. Prodded by the sudden flash of need, you let your teeth catch Neil’s lower lip and tugged at it forcefully. A clear signal to stop stalling. Ending the contact with a chaste kiss on the corner of your mouth, he met your wild gaze with a calculating assessment. You knew the game well, frozen by the multitude of feelings. Not that it would’ve made him speed up. He enjoyed the control too much to give in.

A final searching look, your hand helplessly clinging to the gaps between the tiles.

“The louder, the better, you know that” brushing his nose over your ear, he whispered the command huskily.

Another reason to hold on tight. A flare-up of anger within your chest, mixing with the increasing frustration.

“I hate you,” you got as far as seething out the sentence before the voice died in your throat.

Neil grinned and lightly pushed you at the wall to give himself the needed space. Without wasting a moment, he started leaving kisses down your body. Gentle pecks on the shoulders, softening the previous damage. Tongue swirling around your nipples, causing a whimper to escape through your parted lips. Your free hand instinctively latched onto his head, finding an anchor in the wet blonde strands. Slowly, Neil inched his way down, kneeling at your feet, hands running up your thighs, creating sparks in their wake.

“Let’s see how long that holds true” he looked up, nothing but a smug smile and dark, hungry eyes.

Fucked. Terrifyingly so.

There was no time to react as he left a trail of kisses up your thighs, getting closer yet taking his time. And then, something you would never get tired of. The first, experimental kitten lick along your slit, parting the folds and spreading the arousal. As if that was needed. Lapping up everything you were offering and making you tighten the grip over his hair. Shocks passing through your body upon every single touch of his tongue. As you yanked on his mane with force, letting out a string of curses, Neil raised his head. Your eyes were drawn to the glistening lips which he licked clean with an unhidden expression of delight.

“God, how I love this taste,” the compliment aimed with lethal precision, satisfaction lighting up his eyes.

Only to pick up the action the very next second. Temperature constantly rising, no mercy given. It only got worse when Neil added his skilful hand to the mix. Stroking the clit, eliciting moans and gasps. Your eyes screw shut, focusing on the way it felt when his finger entered you and started curling inside in search of that sweet spot.

“Jesus fuck” the profanity escaping when he added the second digit, all the while letting his tongue circle the sensitive bud.

Chuckle vibrating through your core, the unoccupied hand contradicting the moment with tender strokes along your hip. As if to soothe and support.

The haze, getting heavier, overcasting everything with the tint of need. For a release. For that high, the explosion of pleasure you were slowly edging. The scales tipped with two fingers curling inside you, hitting the most sacred of places, and Neil’s lips sucking on the clit without moderation. Taking everything with eagerness and delectation.

With the heat almost unbearable and the edges of your vision darkening, you could only pull at his hair with force and rasp out:

“Neil, I can’t-” the intent lost in the outburst of pleasure.

Every nerve, existing to receive what Neil was offering. Every cell, burning with ecstasy. You could feel the incoming wave, ready to succumb to it without a fight. Until he raised his head once more, feeling your muscles clench around his fingers, everything synced up perfectly.

“Come… on. For me,” the emphasis not escaping your overflooded mind, gaze meeting his helplessly, “Don’t be shy” a whisper, darkness tinting the vowels.

The feeling of defeat, adding a dose of shame into the whirlwind, fuelling the ideas of vengeance.

But there was no time to concentrate when Neil finished the act with the third finger easing in. Tipping you off the edge with a piercing cry and a desperate tug on his hair. The strength of the pull making him groan loudly, tongue collecting the arousal with frantic moves. Pleasure flooding your vision. Nothing but the water, Neil, and his body, solid beneath your shaking hands.

Your knees buckled, the force of the aftershocks ripping through your system. Feeling the high course through the veins, you shut your eyes and let out quiet whimpers, unable to process the reality. Sex with Neil was always memorable, but it has never been this intense. Especially only for an entrée.

Feeling your body relax, Neil retracted the hand and placed a final kiss on your clit with saintly reverence. You opened your eyes in time to see him look up, the dark blue irises rimmed with long dark eyelashes. Adoration. Want. Weak from the strength of that release, your legs wobbled as you tried to change position. Foot slipped on the slick tiles, and you already anticipated the fall when an arm wound around your waist, pulling you upright. Startled, you barely comprehended when he got up and saved you, making use of the smooth moves and long limbs.

“Got you,” a whisper against your temple as Neil hugged you close, cradling your body with care, “Always” his gaze met yours, tenderness overshadowing every other feeling.

On reflex, you mirrored his soft smile in an expression of gratitude. For much more than saving your ass from the bruises. Despite the maelstrom of emotions, you gave in to the gentle moment and returned the embrace, pressing your cheek against his chest. Listening to the fast, familiar heartbeat, you whispered:

“You nearly killed me just now,” the breathless tint only giving evidence to the statement.

It’s not like he wouldn’t know. With screams like those, he had to. Neil chuckled, one of his hands venturing up to cradle your head, the other tracing shapes onto your back. Water flowing down with the steady stream, enveloping your embraced bodies in comfortable warmth.

“That wasn’t the intention,” he murmured, nuzzling the top of your head.

You could hear the pleased tone there, indicating what you suspected. Following the playful thread, you leaned back enough to meet his gaze and asked:

“What was it then?” a hand running through his hair, watching the strands darken when wet.

At the roots, his natural light brown colour was beginning to show, adding a surprising edge to his startling physique. For you, that meant another evening soon spent sat on the edge of the toilet seat, laughing at his attempts at dying the hair on his own. Those were fun moments.

Catching your absent gaze, Neil tipped your chin to bring you back to the present and then grinned:

“To show you how much I adore you,” the simple answer laid with a soft kiss on your lips, signing off the sentiment.

You opened your mouth to let his tongue in instantly, breathing in the air he was willing to share and relishing in the familiarity of the moves. Lips slowly gliding over each other, tongues caressing and teasing. This one was filled with tenderness, an expression of love and devotion rather than hunger. A breather.

Not for long. Using the kiss as a distraction, you switched the positions, making sure Neil would have his back pressed against the wall. For convenience’s sake. Breaking the contact, you whispered the single-worded response:

“Mutually,” unable to wipe the devilish smirk from your face, you waited for a beat to let him catch up.

Those widening eyes were a perfect cue to grin with satisfaction at the perfectly executed setup for the payback. Neil stared back at you with confusion deepening on his face, slowly taking in the reality. Finally, a single word, a prelude to the mountain of questions:

“What-” his brow furrowed, giving you the needed moment to step in.

“Vengeance,” you winked, and wasting no time, lowered onto your knees, “Let me just… now that’s a wonderful view” shifting into the most comfortable position, you gave him a long admiring look from the new vantage point.

It really was. Never failing to make you that tiny bit more eager and hungrier since the first time. Especially when knowing what he is capable of.

The flood of specific memories flushing up your cheeks and giving needed courage to begin. You glanced up, searching for consent, and met Neil’s hazed stare. He seemed transfixed as if already well under your spell, one of his hands mirroring your desperate move from minutes prior, clinging to the tiles in search of support. You raised an eyebrow in the silent question. Yes?

Please. The fervent nod accompanied by the way he swallowed hard was all you waited for.

Never breaking eye contact, you licked your lips thoroughly, all the while using your hands to stroke him lightly. Enough to elicit a gasp. Emboldened by the reaction, you opened your mouth, letting out a warm puff of air to tease him. Neil groaned, the free hand reaching out to cup your cheek with tenderness you did not anticipate. As if distracting himself, he brushed away the damp strands of hair sticking to your face and brushed the pad of his thumb along your lower lip. Gratitude. A signal to start.

A few kitten licks along the length, letting him get used to the sensation. Sharp exhales, muscles tensing. Upping the game, you started focusing on specific areas, using the sound cues and the way his hand tightened the hold over the nape of your neck. Now and then, you would look up to see the darkened pupils and lips parted in the purest expression of pleasure. The furrowed brow and the clouded gaze, telling you when the right time was to bring his tip into your mouth. Gently swirling your tongue around the head, savouring the taste with quiet hums. Stroking the shaft with one hand, you used the other to rake your fingernails over his abdomen. Returning the markings he inflicted earlier.

The string of curses leaving his lips amongst the moans and groans was a good indication that it worked. Noticing the hint of impatience in how he quivered, hips thrusting on an impulse, you slowly inched your mouth down his length, enveloping him as far as you could without it becoming uncomfortable. The answering loud moan told you it was exactly what he needed. Meeting his dark stare, you nodded, permitting him to start moving his hips. The adoration meeting desire in his eyes as Neil sped up. Adjusting to the pace he needed, you started sucking on him. Cheeks hollowed, tiniest of moans drawn out to let him know you enjoyed the act, tongue collecting everything he was giving, anticipating the end with a familiar heat pooling between your thighs once again. Because seeing him like this, was more exciting than you deemed possible.

Then his thrusts got sloppier, knuckles of the hand clinging to the gaps in the tiles whitening; groans replacing any other sound. Soon. Suddenly he seemed to sober up a notch, blinking twice as though forcing the brain to work and then rasping out:

“God, I’m going to-” the meaning interrupted by a whimper when you took the opportunity to increase the pressure by a notch.

You could see the ridiculous dilemma flash in the blue eyes as if he worried about something like that. As if he has not just devoured you like the god’s nectar. Certainly, an idiot. Continuing the bold strokes with your hand, you made sure to meet his gaze before echoing the encouragement:

“For me,” a hint of recognition reflected at you, adding the mischievous tint to your smile, “Please,” grinning widely, you quickly put your mouth back to the task.

Intensifying every move to make sure he would be satisfied. It did not take long. Neil moaned out your name breathlessly before he tensed and came with a shudder ripping through his body. The hand cupping your cheek fell onto your shoulder, fingers digging into the flesh with the force of the release. Swallowing every drop of what he gave you with delight, you made sure to show him the extent of satisfaction in your gaze.

Once Neil was done, he leaned heavily on the tiled wall, quick breaths escaping through the parted mouth. Eyes still clouded yet watching you constantly with evident fascination. Licking your lips clean, you accepted the hand he reached out to pull you up. Resting your palm over his racing heart, you leaned in close to whisper:

“Every inch a gentleman, I see” an appreciative glance down, as if he could miss the innuendo.

His eyes flashed, the familiar darkness creeping at the edge of the blissful fatigue. To your advantage, there was still a moment left of this more subdued Neil. Afterwards? Who knows. The spark of excitement lit up in your chest as you closed the gap and took him by surprise with a heated kiss. Pushing him further up against the wall and taking the lead with your tongue instantly prodding him to open. The grip on your laced hands, tightening as Neil started reciprocating the kiss with an equal eagerness. As if you both have been starving for each other. There was never quite enough oxygen to fulfil needs, and so, after few long minutes interrupted with stolen breaths and fleeting pecks, you broke apart, staring at one another with awe. Neil’s eyes wandered over your face with almost dream-like enchantment written all over.

“Wow,” he breathed out the word with a small smile creeping on the edge of his lips.

It was difficult not to grin back, overwhelmed with love for the man. With your heart close to melting from the tenderness and softness, you chose to strike:

“Is that all the praise I’m going to receive?” quirked eyebrow and feigned dismay.

If only to push him where you needed him to be. Because as much as this gentle and affectionate side of your relationship was everything you could have asked for, currently, you needed more. More than this. Using the palm pressed firmly against his chest, you trailed your fingers south, watching with satisfaction at the tiniest of twitches, betraying the hidden desire, confirming the assumptions. As if slowly waking up from the daze, Neil caught your curious fingers in his and raised your hand to lay a kiss on your knuckles. The playful glimmer already there.

“I’m afraid you stole my breath away. Again” a shrug with an apologetic tint to the tone.

As a contradiction to the meekness acted out, he let go of your hand and wound his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. Pressing your bodies against each other, every curve and edge fitting like two pieces of a puzzle. Like two halves of a whole. You glanced up at him, trying to judge the current mood, finding nothing but beauty. The wet hair, sticking to the forehead, water dripping down the slope of his nose and onto the bruised lower lip. Up this close, he looked as if he belonged in Michelangelo’s workshop, fine features chiselled with precision. Ocean blue eyes framed with long and dark eyelashes drawing you in, the longer you kept on staring. Mouth curled up in a soft smile as if even the sight of your lovesick gaze was something he wanted to commit to memory.

With a sight like that, there was only one thing you could do. Feeling the need pulse in your veins, you reached out to turn off the water. It was time to act. Neil looked at you questioningly as if willing to follow the tempo you were about to set. Biting down on your lip, you met his gaze with poise.

“Good. Because that was rather… enjoyable” lowering down your voice, you noticed how his eyes widened; using the tricks learned from Neil himself, your hand ventured down once again “I love how you taste. The way you shiver as I make you come apart” as your fingers danced along his length, he gasped, a shudder running through his body “Sculpted by the gods yet falling into pieces at my command” whispering out the punchline, you gently stroked him to elicit a groan.

A satisfying response. Feeling courage surge through your chest, you smirked, observing as he seemed to absorb your words slowly. He swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing with effort. The pupils widened, darkening the irises and bringing out the predatory flicker. Mission accomplished. Once again, his hand darted out, stopping your teasing with fingers encircling the wrist tightly.

“You’re asking for trouble,” the husky voice sending shivers down your spine.

You met his gaze, noticing the evident change. It was bound to get interesting. Once you tasted the power, it was hard to give it back. Stepping out of the embrace, you noticed:

“Am I? I thought we’re done here” without waiting for him, you made a move to exit the shower.

Knowing he would follow. You made it as far as grabbing the towel hanging on the hook and wrapping it over your body before his strong arms encircled around you from behind. Pulling you against his chest, just as it all began. Then, a whisper with lips brushing over your ear:

“We’re far from done” oh.

Good. You barely had time to react when Neil lifted you, bridal style, and opened the bathroom door with a kick. Bewildered, you looked at him with curiosity, relishing in the way he cradled you. Possessiveness and care making your head spin with the implications. However, you barely had the time to think of the right question when he stopped abruptly by the long desk lining one side of the room and set you down on the counter. Oh. Consciously adjusting the towel covering your body, you risked a glance at Neil. The blue eyes clouded with need; pupils dilated. The taxing gaze, sweeping over your figure like a predator measuring up the prey. Stunned into silence by the sudden tension, you mirrored his look and allowed yourself a self-indulgent stare, appreciating what the universe gave you in the form of your boyfriend. And his godly body, as you have more than once noticed. Finally, Neil took a step closer. You watched in fascination as his fingers danced along your collarbones and over the skin on your shoulders, taking additional time to brush the fingertips over the forming bruises on your neck. The distant look, telling you it was an open admiration of his work. A shiver ran up your spine, the anticipation of whatever might happen almost stifling.

“All that talk made me a little hungry” the remark made you look up, straight into the marvellous blue eyes.

Confirming the words, Neil slowly licked his lips, hand toying with the end of your towel tucked in to keep it fixed. With heart racing in your chest, you made sure to throw a suggestive glance at his body before asking:

“Only a little?” the dose of provocative tone to make sure he would be within your control.

Because the level of arousal on his side was startling. Impressive, too.Your mouth watered at the sight, thighs clenching tighter together to somehow ease the ache pulsing between your legs. At once, you wanted him to ditch the games and take you this moment, and to wait, to extend the fascinating duel of passion.

Neil gave you no time to consider which one was more tempting, for he used your moment of reverie to tug at the towel to unravel it in one move.

“A lot” the answer perfecting the move with precision.

Fuck. Next thing you knew, you were sat on the towel, naked once more with no way of hiding from him and his look of starvation. Neil closed the remaining gap, blocking your escape and caging you between his arms, palms resting on either side. One last long look as if judging the best course of action before he parted your knees by inserting a leg between your thighs. A hand delving in the newly opened space, drawing out a sigh from your lips as you stared in complete fascination, frozen with the thrill of curiosity and need running through your veins. The pulsating core dripping with desire for him, shame missing from the equation when Neil finally gave in to the pull and slipped a finger between your folds. You knew how bad it was from the single look at his face. The determination slipping for a split second to give way to surprise, a short gasp soon replaced with the smirk worthy of the Lucifer himself. The daring finger parting your inner lips in a teasing move before he raised the hand to his lips, never taking the gaze of you:

“You’re still soaking wet for me,” a remark thrown with something close to mockery.

A flash of anger burning in your chest; mouth opening to prepare a retort. Only to freeze once more when Neil grinned, the hand glistening with the signs of your disgrace licked clean, mirroring your brave actions from not that long ago. Double fuck. A groan, interrupting the train of thought, that spark of irritation helping you to gain back the momentum. A look down his body offering the needed cue:

“Says you” raising one eyebrow, you reached out to repeat the lazy strokes from before.

The deepening darkness in his eyes luring you in, tempting you to push him further than ever before. If only to find out what he is like without any restraints. Without care or apprehension. Only the animalistic lust and craving left. Noticing the familiar hungry glow, you increased the intensity of your moves, smile widening when he let out a frustrated growl and slapped your hands away. In a flash, Neil wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your bodies flush against each other.

“Careful, or I might-” his voice lowered to a whisper, the husky tone reverberating through your chest.

It was the unspoken threat and the way it felt when he pressed against your navel that made you take up the initiative. Leaning back enough to catch his eye, you interrupted the sentence:

“What?” a challenging smirk to irk him further; your legs wrapped around his waist “Destroy me. Fuck me senseless” completing the request by rubbing over him openly, showing the extent of need “Wrap that hand around my neck and take what’s yours” the addition breathed out with the scarlet tint on your cheeks.

Neil let out a whine as you pressed up against him, lacing your hands on the nape of his neck to get better leverage. He hesitated for a split second, hips already responding to your teasing with fleeting twitches. Somehow you knew what was missing. Leaning back, you tilted his chin to lock the gazes. Depths of lust enveloping your mirroring looks.

“Please,” the word dropped in between your lips, separated by a breath of space.

The trigger.

You could barely perceive his actions. The bottom lip caught between his teeth, a forceful thrust eliciting a sharp cry from your throat. Gentleness was left behind as he filled you up in one single move, stretching out your walls and making you gasp. Searching for something to hold on to, you grasped the edges of the desk, helpless gaze locked on his dark eyes without a break. Neil slightly shifted, one hand travelling up your chest to wrap loosely around your neck. Exactly as you asked. The other palm, pulling you closer around the waist, finding the needed grip. A shudder coursing through your body, the core clenching around him in the most basic of reflexes. An irked sigh escaping through your lips was all he needed to begin.

No kissing or hesitation, just the rough rhythm, delving deep into your centre with each thrust, hitting the perfect spot without tenderness. Each move complemented by your moan, pleasure flooding in, making you forget about everything that was not Neil. His gaze was fixed on you, watching with visible fascination how his tip disappeared between your folds with every thrust. The chokehold, tightening a little, increasing the frenzy, and hazing your mind with need. Only once you got used to the set tempo could you shift the position, placing your hands on his biceps. Digging in the nails to show how well that was working. Increasing the intensity of his moves, Neil groaned, his hand tightened over your neck. A clear signal to let you know who is in control. Obedience. Only, you were not that keen on compliance.

With sweat trailing down your body and your arousal wetting the conveniently placed towel, you decided to reach out for more. An assessing look, taking in Neil’s widened pupils and the startling resolve painted on his face. The clenched jaw, highlighting the sharp angles. Split lip from how he bit into it, drawing out blood. Unable to take your gaze off from his mouth, you used the second of hesitation to get closer and crash your lips into his in a hard kiss. Neil gasped, surprised by the shift, opening his mouth underneath your prodding tongue in an instant. Syncing up the way your lips glided over each other with his thrusts, you used the opportunity to gain back the lead. Meeting him halfway, relishing in the groans he let out against your mouth. And then, grabbing a fistful of his blonde locks, still damp from the shower, and leaning in to whisper into his ear:

“Harder,” the word dropped with certainty.

A further act of temptation. To see what Neil would be capable of if you drove him to the edge.

You did not have to wait long to find out. Tightening the chokehold, he sped up the movements, delving into you with a force that was ripping cries from your lips. The lascivious sounds filled the room, moans, and gasps interrupting the tempo. Soon it was nothing but the eruption of pleasure every time he hit the spot, making you rake your fingernails over his shoulder blades, deepening the marks and bruises. Using the grip you had over his shoulders, you changed the angle, bringing your pelvises together with every thrust. That seemed to be what Neil needed. He groaned, hand shifting from its position on your neck to grasp your chin and force you to lock the gazes. The feral look in his eyes, making you clench your muscles around him, giving in to the waves of feelings coursing through your body. It was that perfect balance between tempting darkness and astonishing want that you found reflected that was the final push you both needed.

Neil’s tempo waned, shuddered breaths coming out through the parted lips, watching you closely as if the ecstasy written all over your face was a drug he could not get enough of. A string of curses replacing the silence with their harsh simplicity. The grip over your waist tightening, fingers digging into your skin, bruises confirming the facts. His. Just as he tensed, moaning your name with the desperate tint to the tone, you captured his lips in a kiss. Hoping to take the edge off, to give him what he needs. Neil responded by biting hard into your lower lip, pleasure exploding before your closed eyes as he came, a shudder running through his body. Cradling you closer, breaking through the roughness and betraying the underlying feelings. Love, want, need.

It was the sensation of having him come inside you and the harsh kiss that did it. You whimpered, his name and love confessions on the tip of your tongue, spilling out in the silence. Hiding face in his neck, you stiffened, the force of the orgasm ripping through the fracture of reality. Nothing but the overwhelming euphoria, darkness underneath your eyelids dotted with stars. Neil’s skin underneath the shaking hands. His warmth enveloping you in the gilded cage of safety. Completeness. As you came to, riding out the high with your face pressed against the crook of his neck, you heard his soothing voice whispering sweet nothings, nuzzling your head. The tender ‘I got you’ and ‘I love you’ filling the quiet moment with reminders about your perfect reality. With a sigh, you slowly unravelled from the embrace; arms still wound around his body to prolong the touch. As your gazes met, the previous darkness was nowhere to be found, replaced with a soft smile and affection pouring out of his blue eyes. Cupping your cheek, Neil whispered the question:

“Alright?” he searched your face as though worried something could be amiss.

Fighting with the breathlessness, you chose to give him a grin first before responding:

“Yeah,” trailing your fingers down his chest, relishing in the peaceful moment, “Christ… You should fuck me like this more often,” the straightforwardness getting out without a hitch.

After what just happened, it was no big surprise. Neil did not seem shocked either his eyes glimmered playfully, as he traced the outline of your lips with the tip of his finger:

“Your wish is my command, darling,” the low murmur complimented with hand tilting your chin upwards to capture your lips in a kiss.

A slow and gentle one, softening the bruises and cuts, eliciting a contented sigh from your throat. Afterwards, you rested your forehead against his for a split second, soaking in the feelings. After a beat, you finally leaned back, acknowledging the mess on the hotel room floor covered with your clothes. The bathroom door was left ajar with the ventilation running. The towel you sat on, ruined. Wet hair trailing droplets down your naked body, mixing with the layer of sweat. A frown invited itself onto your face.

“I need another shower though… and a nap” yawning, you pushed Neil back to jump off the desk.

Only once you could properly stand, the fatigue caught up, making you sway on your feet. Without a word, Neil reached out a hand to steady you, pulling you into his side for an additional hug. Nothing to complain about even if you wanted.

“I should get you hot and bothered more often” it was the casual remark that made you look up.

Straight into the suspiciously satisfied face of your boyfriend. Surely not… right?

“… was that the plan all along?” schooling your features, you chose to ask the simplest of questions.

Neil shrugged, the trademark smirk gracing his features.

Bastard. Stepping away from him, you snatched the towel and hastily wrapped it around your body. If only as a retaliation. Because dragging you out to wander in the bloody scorching sun was a low blow. …even if it just gave you one of the best sex experiences in your life. Maybe. Perhaps.

“I hate you,” you hissed before storming over the pile of clothes to the bathroom.

“Uh-huh,” you refused to give him the pleasure of turning around at the sound.

Bastard. Squared.

#tenet #neil tenet #neil x reader #neil tenet x reader #neil tenet fanfic #neil tenet imagine #tenet fanfic #robert pattinson

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manygalaxiesinone · 2 years

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More Digimon facts! Part 1

((With Digimon ReArise about to close up shop next month, I decided that I might as well go through its Digidex (that’s actually what they called it. They weren’t even trying) and see how potentially scary some of the data could be. I mean people like to meme all the time about how scary the more child friendly Pokemon series is when it comes to the entries on their species.

Such as how this predator balloon likes to carry children into the afterlife, so maybe Digimon could come up with some fucked up shit too, right? Well after going through the data of Digimon I have in the game, I did manage to come across some juicy info so let's take a look shall we?

Let's start off with the game's protag Digimon, Herissmon. Yall remember the cute, hedgehog looking Digimon who for some reason sounds like Elmo, right? Well, did you know he got a bit of beef with Gatomon? Yeah.

"It has some unfriendly history with Gatomon, so Herrismon can't help but be on guard when Gatomom is around." Now thankfully, our Herrismon was never like that around Michi's Gatomon, but it does make you wonder the potential awkward moments the two of them could have had together. At least they’re not among Digimon that have severe bad blood with each other like Kabuterimon and Kuwagamon, Cyclomon and Leomon, ect. Yeah. Turf wars are a thing here. This is Digimon, don’t act surprised.

So, remember how I said before that Lucemon would stomp all the other rookie level Digimon because it can tangle with Ultimates? Yeah about that...he's not the only one. And I'm pretty sure some of you already know who I'm about to bring up.

See this guy right here? This is Hackmon, Mon's partner Digimon. After training under Gankoomon and the Sistermon sisters, this guy can also go toe to toe with Ultimate level Digimon, meaning that he's probably the only rookie that can stand up to Lucemon in a Rookie level battle royale. And it doesn't end there dood.

His own ultimate level form, SaviorHuckmon, grants this OP jackass some blades that are sharp enough to slice Chrome Digizoid armor, meaning Red might have won his Death Battle against Tai if he had one of these lying around, taught Charizard how to use a sword, and use the Mega Stone Y instead of Mega Stone X.

Speaking of armor, did you know that Garurumon's pelt, you know, the same pelt Gabumon wears to avoid predators, is as tough as mithril? Good luck poaching one of these fuckers.

Much like pokemon, or in real life, Digimon aren't creatures that are as dangerous as they might seem at first.

Take this Geremon for example. It's pretty much a yellow nunemon, which already isn't that great, but what makes this guy so endearing is their will to fight. Just like honey badgers, Geremon would fight anything and anyone with no fucks given, and even after getting its ass whooped left and right, it won’t be afraid to try again. It may be stupid, but you can't deny that willpower.

Tyrannomon are also pretty chill. Yeah they're powerful, but despite being literally named after the T-Rex, they're actually among the intelligent and docile side of the Digital World. I mean when it's hard to beat a smart fire-breathing T-Rex as a partner. Come on, bro.

There's also ToyAgumon who really enjoys playing with kids and helping people. ToyAgumon are pretty much real life dogs in that sense. It's too bad Agumon isn't the same way. Yeah, you heard that. The Agumon line is among the more aggressive species of Digimon, and so is Greymon. So tamers like Tai and Nokia just got lucky when they got their partners.

Another thing that Digimon and real life animals share is that there are some creatures that are straight up disrespected. Among them, who do you think got shit on the most? And if you say Nunemon, you're wrong, because at least Nunemon has its fans among tamers.

The same probably can't be said for Raremon. This poor bastard is an undead Digimon that tried to escape death only to curse itself with immortality and I mean that in the worst way possible. Being part machine, the only way this thing can end its suffering is if it digivolves or gets killed by another Digimon so it can turn back into an egg since old aging is no longer an option. Luckily for it though, it's muscles are so shit, it is among the weakest of champion level Digimon. Prinnies would be laughing about how weak this guy is.

Another disrespected Digimon is Kokatorimon. Named after the winged beast known for turning people to stone, you'd expect this Digimon to be looked up to and feared by its previous forms, but no.

One of its previous forms, Biyomon, consider Digivolving into Kokatorimon as an insult as Biyomon are proud fliers and Kokatorimon is a flightless bird. In a way, it's a good thing Digimon can't sexually reproduce because imagine being a Kokatorimon having a kid, its own flesh and blood, and that kid being so ashamed of its parent that its actively doing everything in its power to NOT be like its parent in the slightest.

There's one more, but there’s an image post limit, so that's gonna have to wait until later.))

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dearest-kibble · 4 years

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could you please write something for haikyuu where reader is kidnapped by their crush and (let's just say they have issues as well) so they're just flattered by the attention of the yandere and completely down with it 😥

Ok!! So this strikes me as a very Daichi (he’s very soft) thing to do? That or Oikawa? Also shoot I try to keep these gender neutral, but I think I accidentally made the reader more feminine (dresses are in your closet, calls you princess

Tw: Implied former abuse (From a family), yandere content, stalking.

Daichi Sawamura

You were warm. A soft fuzzy light filters through white curtains as you sit up on a plush bed. Blankets cover your legs. Those aren’t your blankets, those aren’t your curtains. This isn’t your house. You hear a knock.

“Come in?” It’s a meek, meek sound you make as the door creaks open so delicately. You’ve never really liked when your family came into your room, but this wasn’t your room, and chances are that wasn’t your family knocking. So when the captain of the famed volleyball team walks into the room you’re a little taken aback. It’s not everyday where someone so normally levelheaded and polite keeps you in their house for one reason or another.

“I didn’t mean to, but please stay here? I’ll take good care of you.” He’s leaning against the door unthreateningly. “Oh this is probably - I’ll give you some space okay? Food’ll be ready soon, I’ll bring some to you if you don’t come out of your room.” He seems to realize that he might be intruding as he stares at your blushing face. He closes your door gently and you hear the popping of a stove as it turns on. You start shedding the blankets off of you, swinging your legs over the lavish covers of your new bed. You could live with a gentle captor after the years with your family. Your feet hit the hard wood of the ground and a chill is sent through you. To stop the chill crawling through your body, you wrap one of your large, fluffy blankets around you. Your room is decorated in soft pastel greens and whites and lots of books. Your closet has been filled exclusively with long floral dresses. Which begs the question, what are you wearing right now? The Volleyball captain seems to have put a mirror in your room, several pictures of you from school are stuffed into the side of the mirror. You sleeping in class, were you two in the same class? You didn’t think so but maybe you were wrong. Shedding the blanket for a quick second reveals that you are in the same clothes you remember putting on before... what exactly happened? Feeling the return of the cold on your body you pick up your blanket and seeing as you need some questions answered, you go to find your chef and photographer.

“So, uhm” You don’t know his name do you?

“Sawamura Daichi, I should’ve introduced myself earlier, huh?” He chuckles a little as he turns from a pan to look at you.

“Sawamur-” You start.

“Everyone calls me Daichi, you especially, shouldn’t be an exception.” He turns back to preparing some pan fried dish.

“Daichi? I Guess I should’ve known that, everyone talks about the volleyball captain!” You smile at him, he’s being sweet and anyone would appreciate that. “So, my mind seems to be blanking on what happened before i came here, would you mind telling me?” Well that was presumptuous to assume that he actually knows. Maybe you passed out and he was kind enough to pick you up off the side of the road.

“I took you from your house. I’m not very keen on putting you back though, so please try to get used to living with me.” He’s spun on a dime at your words and offers a sympathetic smile.

“You took me from my house?” You feel like crying as you speed over to him by the stove. “Thank you Daichi,” He seems a little taken startled at your willingness to hug him but wraps his strong arms around your waist anyways. “Thank you so much.” Your pretty sure the wetness on his clothes is because you’re crying,

“Of course, I knew you’d be happier with me than stuck there,” He smiles as he leans his face down into your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. It’s the first time you’ve been kissed.

“You look really cute y’know?” His palms are on your shoulders, pushing you gently away from his chest. “Wrapped up in that blanket, it’s so big on you.” He’s blushing as he looks at you.

“Oh uhm, thank you,” Though your cheeks are still wet, they’ll evaporate at this rate. “What’re we having to eat?”

“Fried eggs, if that’s alright. I’m afraid I mainly eat protein.”

“Oh that’s fine! It’ll be nice to eat with someone!”

“Do you wanna eat in the kitchen or your room?” He’s asking if you want to eat somewhere and you’re pretty sure it’s more than anyone in your family’s asked before.

“My room, if that’s alright? It’s very comfortable.”

“I’m glad you like, I designed it for you!” Daichi smiles a lot, it’s the most anyone had smiled at you and you can get used to it. He hands you a white plate with a fried egg, perfectly brown and with the now free palm, guides you to the door you had left open. “Have you looked at your closet yet?” You nod as he sets a large towel that you hadn’t seen him take on the bed. “One second, I need to get my plate. Don’t start without me!” He dashes out of the still open door and returns equally as quickly with his plate, also with one egg. You sit one the towel he’d laid out.

“You ready yet?” He sets down his plate and is about to sit next to you on the bed before doing a quick double take.

“Shi- I forgot utensils, sorry to make you wait.” The way he physically restrains himself in front of you is cute and you can’t help but let out a small giggle.

“No no, you’ve already done so much today, tell me where to find the utensils and I’l-”

“I couldn’t very well make my guest,” He trails off for a second with some uncharacteristic muttering. “Lift a finger! Let me get the forks.”

“Thank you Daichi, you don’t have to do all of this for me, but I really appreciate it.” His eyes go a little soft at your words. Before he seems to realize that he should be getting forks and once again, exits the room calling back,

“Be right back!” And true to his word less than thirty second later, he is sitting on the bed, two forks in hand.

“Thank you again! You shouldn’t be the only one doing work though, let me do something for you!” You cut a piece of egg, and place it into your mouth. It’s much better than you thought it would’ve been.

“Well you’ve seen the closet, right?” You affirm this fact with a quick nod. “There’s this one dress I’d love for you to try on if you wouldn’t mind.” Its a more sheepish smile this time, like he’s a little embarrassed.

“You’re embarrassed!” You can’t contain your fit of giggles this time. This volleyball captain is so much more than the typical jock.

“Wh- what?” He sputters with a dusting of color on his cheeks. “I’m no-”

“It’s cute!” You say through a mouthful of egg as you wiggle your fork at him. He ceases to know how to respond at calling him cute. You suppose it wouldn’t be to bad to help him out a little. HIs reactions truly are, quite cute. “What’s the dress?”

“O-Oh, it’s uhh,” He buries his face in his hands. “It’s with with blue flowers embroidered on it, it’s my favorite dress.” He’s almost mumbling and he hasn’t eaten any of his egg.

“Well,” You raise a morsel to your lips. “If you’ll eat and get out, I’ll change for you.” His cheeks burn at the words ‘for you’ escape your mouth.

“O-okay, you don-” He stops speaking before he can finish his sentence, instead noticing the egg on his plate. The fork he had’t touched since it was put on the towel finds its way into his hands and he scarf up the egg in three bites,

“Ok,” You swing off the cushy bed for a second time today and walk to your closet. Sifting through the clothing you find a simple white dress, at the bottom of the skirt, purple-blue blue bells grow from the hem. Holding the dress out, you turn towards Daichi. “Is this it?” His eyes are wide as he nods quickly before evacuating your room. As soon as your door clicks shut, you are slipping out of your cloths and into he blue bell dress.

“Okay! You can come in, you may have to zip it up a little though!!” You call a little louder than normal and you’re half convinced that Daichi was just waiting with his hand on the doorknob for you to be finished as he tumbles into the room holding a camera.

“You look, uhh - may I take a picture? You look adorable.”

“Thank you! And sure, you can take a picture, but please, zip the rest of the dress up, i can’t reach it.”

“Of course!” His legs stride nimbly over to you at the mirror and you are reminded of the pictures he has stored on the edges.

“You have a favorite picture of me?”

“It’s the one where you’re sitting in your room, trying on a dress.” The sound of a zipper is white noise in the background as you scan the edges of the mirror for when you were trying on a dress. You find it quickly, it’s in the top right corner. You were probably awake in the middle of the night, when everything was quiet so you could be left alone.

“So, should I ask about why you have all these pictures of me? Do I have a stalker?” Really you don’t mind, the teasing in your voice got it across quiet well you hoped.

“No sweetheart, I’m just-” His voice stops and if you look at the mirror close enough, you can see his posture has become more ridged.

“Sweetheart?” That came out of left field, but it wasn’t unpleasent.

“Can I call you that?”

“I’ve just. Never been called that before, it’s sweet.” He’s finished zipping your dress and you can see it’s been made to fit your exact measurements.

Daichi breaths a sigh of relief. “Oh,” He moves out of the reflection in the mirror, throws the towel you two had used to eat on and picks up the camera he had set on a bedside table. “Could you sit on the bed for me?”

“Sure!”

“Now, tilt your head a little and smile for me Princess. Just like that, exactly.” The clicks of a camera are loud in the pastel room that is now yours.

“Did the-”

“We’re not done yet, i’m going to rearrange your position okay?”

“Okay Daichi!” He’s so kind to let you know what he’s going to do. So gentle as he tilts your head to look towards the ceiling.

“Give me a sec, stay right there sweetheart.” His voice is so happy and affirming and you can’t help but smile at it. He comes back about five minutes later. “Hold these please!” He hands you what feels like a bouquet. It fits snugly into your two hands and you take a flower out, bringing it to your nose. A rose. “Hold there, sweetheart.” You’re sure you hear a whisper of, “You look so good sweetheart, just like that.” Your lips can’t help but smile as the thorns poke into your finger. Blood drips down the rose like a raindrop on a windshield. Daichi breaths a “Perfect” before you hear the snap. “Thank you Princess, you look so beautiful like that, lets say we get that finger bandaged?”

“Of course!” You’ve never felt more happy in your life. “I love you Daichi, you’re so kind.” He doesn’t blush this time, instead he puts down the camera and picks you up.

“I love you too Sweetheart. You’re such a good girl.” You giggle, he’s so cute and sweet.

“Thank you Daichi, I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

So fun fact! I was gonna add an Oikawa but then Daichi demanded that i make his segment longer because I love him. Fun fact two, Oikawa is gonna get his own post! Third fun fact? I hate the pet name sweetheart. Anyway, I’m so sorry requester that it took me so long to get this out to you, I hope you see it and enjoy what i’ve done with it!

#Yandere daichi x reader #yandere daichi #daichi x reader #daichi imagine #hq daichi #yandere haikyuu x reader #yandere haikyuu #yandere imagine #yandere imagines #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #yandere x reader #no y/n #yandere #yandere fic #yandere fanfic #yandere fiction #daichi sawamura #daichi sawamura x reader

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toujoursmiraculous · 3 years

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Thoughts and Reaction to Lies!

It's another long one because so much happens in this episode! The episode starts with Marinette trying to figure out a "secret" within the grimoire. Literal first thought was that this "secret" may be the key to waking up Emilie. It's obviously going to be of huge significance later, anyway. By looking at that piece on Adrien, it does appear Adrien has an amazing life. And really, that's what a lot of people think. That's the point of featuring him. A life of a celebrity is pretty amazing, really interesting and fascinating. But it's also filled with a lot of stress, chaos, loneliness, etc. But viewers rarely ever see it. As for Marinette, while Adrien has said things about what his father allows that makes him sad, we haven't ever heard him complain to her in any way about that lifestyle. To her, he's a guy whose father has him busy with activities (interesting ones at that) and very rarely ever lets him spend time with friends. I love how this episode parallels Truth! But Adrien's POV. My boy has an episode centered around him, finally!

So we know her standing Chat Noir up is because Luka came by reminding her of a date she forgot she rescheduled. You know she's extremely distracted and stressed when she can't remember a date with Luka or a patrol with Chat Noir, or remember that she planned them at the same time. It's really not her fault, and I feel so bad for her that things are becoming so difficult. "No messages, but don't forget my cheese!" LOL this is perfect. Plagg has to get that reminder in wherever he can! The Chat Noir appreciation was so wholesome to see awww, I bet so many boys in Paris look up to him, so sweet x33 Mr. Banana, Chat Noir, and the man who frequently is Mr. Pigeon just chilling on a bench in the park together. What a scene! lol But Chat wanting them to be akumatized so he could see Ladybug. Big oof. He's going to get his wish, a few times over. Careful what you wish for, Kitty! "A glass of milk as usual, mister Chat Noir?" Okay so when Chat's down, he goes to that bar and has a glass of milk. Or more if he's having a bad day. Awwwww. If you think about it, Adrien probably isn't allowed to have milk. With the fat content and all. :/ Kagami lying to her mother and Nathalie/Gabriel just to spend some time with Adrien. Considering how difficult their lives are, that's pretty impressive to be so brave. Not too fond of the lying part though, since there's not a noble reason for doing so. But I can understand it. We found out Kagami's real passion: drawing! Which is pretty cool. That's one thing Kagami and Marinette have in common that'd make them good friends. Very sad how her blind mother tells her she's not good enough. That just tells you what she thinks of her daughter and what she wants her to do with her life. She's afraid she'll pursue the arts rather than something practical, so best shoot down any thoughts of being an artist now. And then, like with all episodes that have Kagami in them, this is where I start to dislike her. "I want to draw the real you, on the inside." Adrien makes various model poses, none work for her as she knows they're just him being a model. Then he actually poses as himself. A silly, goofy cat having fun and being happy. Adorable. "What do you think of... CAT?" deathglare "No, this is absolutely not natural." "Yes it is. I promise, this is really me!" "NO! This is you when you're acting like a clown!" Adrien looking hurt, "But maybe when I act like a clown, it's really me." Then she takes his hand, (gently) pushes him back up against the wall, her hands on his chest, "That way, that's who you really are." What way? Her telling him how to be is who he really is? He stammers, looking very uncomfortable. "But are you sure?" "Yes... you are perfect." Then she leans in to kiss him, while he's still looking uncomfortable. Right here, she's trying to tell him who he is. What kind of relationship is healthy and a good one one at that, when one side is trying to tell the other who they are, how they must act, etc? That's toxic. Keep in mind, after this scene, during Truth's attack. He found out that Ladybug actually in fact loves (said she prefers) the humorous, "clown" side of him. Yes, she only knows it as Chat Noir for now, but she actually appreciates and loves Chat for who he is. Kagami doesn't love nor appreciate that side of Adrien. Which is a very big and important side of him. We knew this in Ikari Gozen, she couldn't stand the thought of Chat Noir being compared to Adrien, pretty sure she even seemed offended by it if memory serves. But it's laid out more in Lies, it's more direct. (Marinette's done this too in the past, but when she's done it, her tone's more like pssssh please! while she looks off to the side, like she's mostly just telling herself that, to convince herself, rather than believing it.) Kagami thinks she knows Adrien, knows that him being funny and a clown is not the "real" him. Acting like she knows him better than he knows himself. Thinking he's perfect. That was a very hurtful thing to have said and you can see it in his expression the same kind of pain and hurt

he gets a lot. I also want to talk about how watching her back Adrien up against the wall like that and leaning into kiss him made me feel particularly uncomfortable. While they might have a little thing going on, he was clearly not comfortable by it and it just did not sit well with me. This entire scene was riddled with red flags. Adrien smiled at the end of that on his way out, yes, but having someone tell you you're perfect would seem like a compliment to you, wouldn't it? The one you like thinks you're perfect, thinks the facade you put up is perfect and anything less isn't okay with them. That'll end up so well! The almost kissing scenes this episode literally had me like

I'm sorry, I just feel so very uncomfortable by them, I can't help it. xD Just before Chat Noir sneaked up on Ladybug, he almost kissed Kagami right? And yet here he is, being a bit flirty, saying he's missed her on patrols. I also want to point out she tells him to stop with his stupid jokes, because she doesn't want to accidentally hurt him! She could've hurt him by scaring her like that. While she likes his humor, they're only problematic if it puts himself in danger or distracts them from fighting an akuma. "I promise I won't forget our patrols anymore." The looks that passed between LB and CN here is just so cute! OOOF as Luka walks away sad because Marinette had to run off, here comes Adrien, about to do the exact same thing as Marinette to Kagami... Now Kagami's not as accepting of him running off as she was just a little while ago.

Even Andre's like, what the heck was that?! His expression watching Adrien run off made me laugh, I had to share it. I was wondering how Adrien got to the boathouse before Marinette did, as it made it seem like Adrien was there long before Marinette was. He just ran in and started playing along where they were. Good lord, he has a lot going on too, doesn't he? Only difference from Marinette here is Adrien has a built-in and believable excuse he can tell his friends. Kagami's forceful "Adrien, it's time." "Five little minutes?" *shakes head sternly* Who does this remind you of in Adrien's life already? Is this what a good girlfriend, what a good friend would do? And here again is the pattern we see a lot with Kagami. She manipulates situations so that they can spend time together. Adrien wants to spend time with his friends AND girlfriend at the same time. Rehearsing for their band, it looks like. He rarely ever gets to spend time with others, be a normal kid. But no, she drags him away early, making it sound like they had to leave, but it's just her wanting him to herself. When he couldn't go to New York, oh well that's unfortunate you're sad, but we can spend more time together now, isn't that great? It's about what she wants, not what he wants or what's best for Adrien. She spends more time with Adrien (not counting Ladybug spending time with Chat Noir here) than anyone else does by the looks of it, and she doesn't even know him at all. It's really sad. Adrien still carrying around Marinette's lucky charm bracelet in his pocket x3333 This never fails to make me happy. But oof that boy's seriously going to lose it one of these days if he's not careful! There's something different about seeing the Ladynoir scene on the roof that we got in Truth, but from Adrien's perspective. Something about it feels like it means more to me, idk. Adrien gets caught in a lie, saying he lost something but found it. Kagami asked what it was, holding Marinette's lucky charm behind her back. He says it was the lucky charm Marinette gave her, as he's scrambling in his pocket to pull it out seeming a bit frazzled, but realizes he actually in fact lost it (again! he says). But Kagami caught him in that lie, showing him that she actually had it.

I'm not sure if he's so shocked because she actually had it and wonders how she got it, or if he looks like that because he just got caught in a lie. But the way his eyebrows raised a little makes it seem like he's surprised she had it after all and was testing him the whole time. I've always hated the way sometimes someone when in a relationship will test the other one like this. Really not fair in Adrien's case at all. Things aren't always as they may seem. And here's the thing, she's admitting to him that she's lying just to be with him. She lies all the time. Adrien caught on that she was lying, but didn't really understand why I don't think. Earlier in the episode he says, "What are you hiding, Kagami?" he didn't know her purpose for it. Now she says, "We're both liars, the difference is I lie to be with you. You. You lie to get away from me." Which is a yes but actually no situation. It's not that he doesn't want to be with her, it's that he needs to get away temporarily. It just looks really, really bad. Getting off track from that conversation briefly, but that scene where the akuma goes off into the night, with the blurred city lights that becomes clear. Just wow. That shot is beautiful, I can't help myself from playing it back and admiring it. I'm also totally digging the new transformation music! it gives me 90s vibes and makes me happy. Seeing Jagged after Truth is just completely different xD "I fear nothing, I am an artist! I still hold to my fans." Both Roth: "Wrong, you lie to them about your age!" "That's not Rock and Roll!" Had me rolling!! Jagged sure is something XD Chat just up and about to cataclysm the sphere, thinking he'd be okay because he doesn't lie. Except he lies all the time to protect his identity and get himself away from people so he can transform. xD Silly Kitty. The drone as a Lucky Charm is super cool! In Truth, Chat Noir said a truth about how he felt about Ladybug. In Lies, he tells lies to Lies to get her attention. "My name's not Chat Noir! I'm not a superhero! I hate Ladybug! And I think Hawk Moth should've called himself Panfly! It's funnier! Oh, I was about to forget: my favorite dish is cabbage with white sauce! Yummy!" Cabbage...with white sauce... as a dish. Is this like, a real fancy dish or something or is this boy being completely starved? o.o CN: "There are only two more liars left in Paris, and one of them knows how to turn his attention." LB: "No, wait! Don't do that! What if I'm mistaken?" "You know what? I trust you." he lets go, sacrificing himself again "Chat Noir, no! Don't do that! You're crazy!" "Yes, crazy for you, m'lady." Says softly, sadly, "No, you're just crazy unconscious." This ENTIRE scene right here. The love, the trust, the pain in this scene. It's so beautiful and well done that I can't stop getting emotional from it and gushing! Everything's on the line from that decision, and the trust he has for her, the faith he has in her really helps her know she can do what she needs to do. She's always doubting herself, and he's always there to say he doesn't feel that way at all, and it gives her that confidence and courage she needs. The moment Chat Noir is okay, the first thing Ladybug does is run up and smack him, grabbing him anxiously saying "Seriously, you need to stop doing this to me!" The girl is stressed seeing her partner sacrifice himself time and again! IF THIS BOY DOESN'T REALIZE JUST HOW MUCH SHE CARES ABOUT HIM AT THIS POINT, I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY. Any fan that still thinks Ladybug doesn't love Chat Noir and thinks poorly of him, clearly does not understand it at all. My Ladynoir heart is SO HAPPY! I was thrilled with them in Truth, but this is a totally different level. I'm almost in tears with how happy I am. And then I noticed something. I don't know if it's anything or not. But Chat Noir says to her, "Yes, but it's because I find that angry look of yours irresistable." and Kagami turns around to look at him, only him and never Ladybug. Just watching him. Which is a bit... odd. "Ahh, Ladybug..." he sighs. After what

just happened, I don't blame him! x3 These two are honestly fire. When D'Argencort has to step in to keep Kagami from hurting Adrien during fencing... Doesn't matter how upset she is, that's gross to physically take it out on him to the point a teacher has to intervene. Kagami tells Adrien she knows he's hiding something, but that he's sincere, too. But when he asks if they can't be friends then, she responds, "How can you trust someone who lied to you?" and finally gives him back the lucky charm. Ever since Gorizilla, I've been worrying of him losing it for good! Glad she gave it back to him. I've said it already, but he's really going to lose that thing if he's not careful! "When I'm ready to see you again, I'll let you know." and she just leaves. I get she's upset, he's been lying to her to get away when he's with her and all that. But this is worse than what happened with Lukanette. Luka wanted to actually know what was going on, he asked Marinette about it directly. She told him honestly, it's the one thing she can't tell him. Kagami on the other hand never actually asked. During one of the scenes when he was spacing out, she asked what was the matter is all. All she's cared about is that he's lied, and now that he's lied she can't trust him. Doesn't even want to hear him out, not that he'd explain it to her. Kagami doesn't even want to see Adrien for awhile now. At least Luka's more understanding and isn't as harsh being in the exact same situation. This poor boy... But it's also for the best. Marinette and Adrien both after breaking up with Luka and Kagami, decided to transform and meet up to just be in each other's company. They're both sad, but not especially so. "Do you know what the difference is, between us and the rest of the world, m'lady? We can't be completely honest with each other. We have our secrets, and sometimes we have to lie." Ladybug frowning hums in agreement. But at the same time, they both turn to each other and say happily "But we know we can trust each other!" finishing with a pound-it! IT'S JUST SO BEAUTIFUL AND MY HEART IS HAPPY After Truth, where Luka and Marinette were so sad and having a hard time, I really needed such an episode with such good Ladynoir! It really looks like the story is going in a really good direction, in my opinion. x3

#ml #miraculous ladybug #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #ml season 4 spoilers #ml spoilers season 4 #ml spoilers #lies spoilers #adrien agreste #ladynoir #ladybug #chat noir #it took me HOURS to write this up so sorry it's late #if I could only pick one ship to ship in the entire show #it'd be ladynoir #if you couldn't tell

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valdomarx · 4 years

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For a Geraskier prompt whenever you feel like it: They're FWB and one of them's pining and the other one's oblivious but it's fun!! It's chill!!! Until one night the sex turns into lovemaking for some reason, and suddenly there are FEELINGS and TENDERNESS and EYE CONTACT, and the oblivious one gets an epiphany like a punch to the face. Thank you for your time (love your writing so very very much!

Geralt and Jaskier have an arrangement.

It’s casual, a way to blow off some steam when they’re antsy or lonely. A hand in the dark, a willing mouth, a spark of pleasure on the long cold nights.

It’s convenient, especially when they’re out on the road, far from decent company. When there are no comely locals for Jaskier for either of them to indulge in. It’s a bit of fun. A way to meet their needs.

It’s enough. It’s fine.

It’s not.

Geralt almost wishes he didn’t know Jaskier so well, because then he might not notice how very carefully choreographed Jaskier is when they sleep together. How much of a performance it is. Geralt will reach for him, or whisper a suggestion in his ear, and it’s like a curtain will fall over his face. Jaskier, his friend, the one with the big heart and the bigger mouth and the goofy sense of humour, he disappears, and he’s replaced by Jaskier, the performer. The confident, wicked flirt who’s the best lover on the continent.

And that’s… well, look, Geralt enjoys Jaskier’s attentions under any circumstance, and he’s undeniably skilled with both his fingers and his tongue. It’s fully pleasurable for both of them, no doubt there. It’s just… Geralt wishes he could see less of the act, and more of his friend.

But it’s fine. Of course it’s fine. Who wouldn’t want to bed the famous lover Jaskier?

And if, when they’re both spent and sweaty, breath panting in the cool night air, if in those moments Geralt feels a twisting pain in his heart every time Jaskier rolls off him and dresses without a word, that‘s not very well something that Jaskier needs to know. Geralt doesn’t even know what he’s hoping for. Cuddling? Intimacy? Confessions of love?

It’s pathetic, frankly, that he can’t even enjoy the occasional casual tryst with a friend without needing something more, something that he knows he can’t have. He always did want too much.

He picks up a contract for a griffin, and it goes less well than he’d hoped. He takes the beast down with his crossbow and an oiled silver blade, but not before it dives at him and rips through a weak point in his armor. As the blow lands, Geralt’s only thought is, ridiculously enough, that he‘s glad he insisted Jaskier stay at the camp so he doesn’t have to see this.

The wound looks worse than it is. There’s a torrent of blood pouring from a dramatically deep gash in his side, but the talons missed his major organs and it’s nothing he can’t handle.

He pushes a linen pad to the wound, throws back a couple of doses of Swallow, and drops to his knees. If he mediates for an hour or two, the healing will be easier.

He’s roused from his meditation by frantic shaking at his shoulders and a wailing noise that sounds like… crying? He blinks, woozy, his brain taking a moment to snap into focus.

In front of him is Jaskier, distraught, tears pouring down his face. Geralt pulls himself forceably back to full consciousness and leaps to his feet, ready to defend Jaskier from whatever is threatening him.

“Geralt!” Jaskier gasps. “You’re not dead, thank the gods, you’d been gone for hours so I came to look for you and I found you here all covered in blood, I thought, I really thought -” He bursts into tears again and throws his arms around Geralt.

It pulls at the gash in his side, but Geralt puts his arms around Jaskier anyway, rubbing comforting circles into his back. “It’s okay, Jaskier, I was just meditating, I’m fine.”

Jaskier snorts and pulls back to look at Geralt, face still wobbly. “Are you sure? Because that is a lot of blood.”

Geralt grunts. He is standing in an admittedly large pool of red, but the potions and the meditation have helped. The gash will close itself in a few hours. “Don’t worry,” he says, rubbing the tears from Jaskier’s face with his thumb. “A hot meal and a warm fire and I’ll be good as new.”

Jaskier’s bottom lip trembles, but he nods and walks Geralt back to the camp.

Some food and warmth do indeed help, and by the time night falls his wound has closed to an itchy scab which is little more than an annoyance and another scar to add to his collection.

Jaskier fusses over him, piling the fire high and pushing extra portions of food into his hands before rearranging their packs on the ground so Geralt can sit comfortably propped up against them.

“Enough, Jaskier,” Geralt huffs when he comes over to check his wound for the third time in an hour, though even to him it sounds less annoyed and more fond. Jaskier’s lips purse like he’s about to argue, so Geralt deploys a cunning distraction, lifting his arm on his non-injured side. “Come here.”

A blur of emotions pass over Jaskier’s face before settling on what Geralt assumes to be amused tolerance, and he sits down beside Geralt and nestles under his arm. He’s warm against Geralt’s side and he smells like campfire smoke and cool linen. Geralt lets himself indulge for a moment, breathing in the scent of Jaskier’s hair and pressing a quick kiss to the top of his head.

“Earlier,” Jaskier begins, voice a little shaky, “when I thought… well. Earlier. It made me think.”

“Hmm?”

“I didn’t… I didn’t want to not do this, at least once,” he says, shifting until he’s looking up at Geralt and their mouths are inches apart.

Jaskier kisses him, and it’s not like the times before. They’ve kissed occasionally, mouths meeting as they pant for air while fucking, but this is not like that.

This time, Jaskier kisses him like he’s drowning and Geralt is his last source of air, like they have awoken something vast and all-encompassing between then, and when Geralt lays him out on the bedroll his hands don’t leave Geralt’s body for a second. Every touch feels like a revelation, the slide of their bodies creating something larger than themselves.

Geralt looks into Jaskier’s eyes, really looks, like he’s always wanted to, and Jaskier is crying again but it’s real and it’s genuine and it makes Geralt feel like he might be going under himself.

Because this is no performance. This is messy and desperate and heartfelt, without artifice or facade.

Afterwards, they stay twined around each other, Geralt gently brushing his fingers through Jaskier’s hair. “That was…” Geralt trails off. He’s not sure he has the words to explain. No, that’s not true. He does know the word, but he’s terrified to use it.

“Loving,” Jaskier supplies, not meeting his eyes. He sounds very sad about it. “Not much point in hiding from it now, is there?”

Geralt supposes not. He doesn’t just want Jaskier’s body or his company. He wants his heart, and that’s too much to ask for.

Jaskier seems to take his silence as reproach. “I’ve tried to stop it, but I can’t. I love you, Geralt, and that’s how it is.”

Geralt stares, because he is sure, so sure, that he must have misheard. “You what?”

“I didn’t mean…” Jaskier trails off. “No, actually, I did mean it. But you don’t have to say anything, I know that’s not what this is. I’m know I’m not… enough… for you, not like that. We can keep it casual. It’ll be fun.” He looks like he might cry again.

Geralt’s heart soars, like there’s a fountain of warmth and life overflowing in his chest. “You’re an idiot,” he says, and Jaskier’s face falls like he’s been punched as he turns away. Geralt takes his chin and turns his head back so Jaskier can look him in the eye. “You’re an idiot, and so am I. I don’t want casual, Jaskier, I never have.”

Jaskier peers at him like he’s not sure he believes what’s happening. “Then what do you want?”

“I want you.” There it is, in its brutal simplicity. “In every way and in any way you’ll have me.”

The tears start again, and Geralt would feel bad about that but Jaskier is smiling bright as the sun. “You have me. Always have and always will.”

#geraskier #the witcher #my writing #anonymous #thank you for the prompt and the kind words anon <3 #george replies

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Okay, this might be a bit obscure and all that, but write something with Terry McCain from Excessive Force - I can't believe we got not one, but two characters played by Thomas Ian Griffith and they're both called Terry and I really need this right now. It's highly self-indulgent, but - 😂💜😉

Yandere Terry McCain x Reader Terry was. . .well frankly he was ridiculous. If there was an award for a perfect human being, he'd be in the running. Physically. . .well look at him. Somehow he was both pretty and handsome, he had a beautiful smile, bright expressive eyes, lush, curly hair that was the envy of anyone in his vicinity, he was absurdly tall, both strong and fit from his work and from the martial arts he practiced on a regular basis. He was a cop, which could have easily been a demerit, but he truly wanted to help people and his heart was infallibly in the right place. The thought that he'd ever be corruptible simply was not feasible in any form or fashion.

Terry was also a musician. He could both sing and play the piano which he did on a regular basis at the jazz club. Terry would literally waltz into the club, remove the pianist with nothing but a warm smile and a hand gesture, before he'd somehow immediately play along with the band like he'd been a member of theirs for years. You couldn't even call him arrogant because he never overstated his capabilities, he simply was that talented. Of course he was well liked by everyone he came across. Even the criminals he arrested probably couldn't help but admire him in some way. His coworkers adored him and whenever you met him at the station, the secretary on one of the front desks would always gush about whatever latest assortment of pastries Terry had brought in from the bakers a few blocks over. He was kind, considerate of others, headstrong about taking care of people. Sometimes he'd be too protective and insistent but again he couldn't be faulted for it. You'd been friends with him for over a year now. To this day, you still didn't know what he saw in you. A couple of weeks after you met him for the first time he broke up with his girlfriend, who was, as expected, absurdly gorgeous like he was and actually worked as a model. Unlike how you'd imagined, she was genuinely sweet and easygoing and she didn't harbour any bad feelings against Terry. He'd broken up with her and she still respected him and hell they were still friends. It was like they were both in a separate category of human, far beyond the reach of normal folk, far beyond your clutches. Falling in love with him was as natural as breathing. It couldn't be helped. You tried so hard to ignore it, to suppress that pleasant ache in your heart every time you saw him, but it was pointless, inescapable. You would never tell him how you truly felt. His friendship meant too much to you. Terry was a good man, a close friend, confessing your feelings would muddy the waters. You could so clearly picture the pity in his eyes, how uncomfortable it would make him and how he'd try his best to be nice about the whole thing. Silence was the only option, maybe over time the feelings would fade. He'd picked you up from work and drove you to his apartment, animatedly describing his day and ranting about his boss Devlin again. After opening up the apartment door, Terry took off his coat, threw it haphazardly onto the sofa and said he was going to shower, what with all that criminal chasing. He also promised he'd cook you dinner and forbade you from the kitchen so you found yourself settling down on the sofa. You were about to turn on the TV when his coat fell onto the floor. Picking it up, you wandered to his bedroom looking for a hanger, to save the coat from wrinkling. A pile of folders was sprawled across his bed, bits of paper, photos and mugshots were laid out in disarray. You supposed being somewhat disorganised could be one of his faults, though you were sure that would be how he worked best, how he made links with his investigations. He hadn't specifically barred you from looking at his work but hadn't actively encouraged you either so in the past you left it well enough alone. That was until you spotted something familiar in the corner of one of the photos which was mostly covered by some paper. Standing next to the bed, you leaned in closer, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. You slowly uncovered the picture, your heart stuttering at the sight of yourself. You were fast asleep, in your own bed. . .what. . .why did he. . .what was this? Before you could stop yourself, you were lifting up folder after folder until you saw one with your name on it. Blood rushed to your ears. No, no, there had to be some explanation, some reason for this. Maybe he was just being facetious and had checked to make sure you hadn't done anything illegal. You could believe that, you could. . . You flicked through the pages, horror seeped into you with every passing moment. This wasn't just a criminal history check, this was. . .this was everything, it was your whole life splayed out before you in explicit, bone-chilling detail. Your family, your background, your childhood, your exam results, pictures of you when you were younger, your employment history, your friends, a list of every person you'd ever been intimate with, a psychiatric profile and oh fuck he'd made little notes too. Slight improvement of self esteem after initiation of physical contact. You immediately turned over to the next page, and your gut lurched. There was a collection of photos of you, more photos of you sleeping, you at work, you walking down the street, you waiting for him outside a diner. Closing the file, you gently lowered it back down onto the bed, placing it carefully how it was before. You walked back to the sofa with his coat still in hand. The shower was still running, but he wouldn't be long. He didn't like to make you wait. Your eyes fixated on the front door, the urge to run at the forefront of your mind. You had to get out, you had to get away from him. You couldn't deal with this, you had to go, but then. . .he'd know something was wrong, he'd know what you saw, and what would he do then? No, you had to stay, things had to appear normal, perfectly normal. Laying out the coat on the armrest, you stared at your hands resting on your lap. They were shaking slightly. You felt nauseous. This couldn't be happening, this couldn't be fucking happening. What were you to him? A project? An investigation? A charity case? Something to dissect and pull apart for his own amusement? You should have known something was wrong, you should have known he was too good to be true, people weren't just that good, people weren't just that nice, especially not to you. Why didn't you see it before? How did you believe it so easily? All those pictures. . .he'd been. . .he'd been surveilling you? Watching you? He'd taken pictures while you were sleeping. . .what else had he done? You felt violated, small, insignificant, and so terribly alone. How were you going to keep it together? How were you going to- “Something wrong with the TV?” The sound of his voice almost made you flinch. You turned to see him wearing sweatpants and a black vest. His hair was still damp, there was a towel over his shoulders. “Uhh. . .” you mumbled as he held up the remote and clicked on the TV. He raised his eyebrows at you expectantly, obviously wondering why you had been sitting still in silence. “I've uh. . .had a long day.” “Oh. Why didn't you say something earlier?” He asked, positioning himself next to you on the sofa. His arms wrapped around you and he pressed himself firmly against you, the pleasant smell of his skin filling your nostrils. You forced yourself to return the hug, mind picturing the little note he'd written. “Don't worry,” he murmured softly. “I'll make you all better.”

#Terry McCain #terry mccain x reader #excessive force #thomas ian griffith #yandere x reader #excessive force 1993 #atmo

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mooifyourecows · 3 years

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moo my first day of college is today and im a lil bit nervous do u have any words of encouragement??

You can do it!!! I believe in you! You're gonna kick college's ass! 💪

As someone with big anxiety about new things and even bigger anxiety about authority, I actually found college a breath of fresh air! You get to be independent for probably one of the first times in your life. It's up to YOU to decide what kind of college student you're gonna be.

While I encourage you to at least try to pass all your classes, I also encourage you to exercise your right to choose! Not feeling like going to class today? Guess what! You won't get in trouble!!! That's 100% your CHOICE. I know it might be kinda scary, especially if you're not used to "breaking rules" (not that there's any rule that says you absolutely HAVE to go to every single one of your classes...) but going to college is one of the first big steps into adulthood and as an adult, you are in charge of yourself, of your life, and of your future

That might sound intimidating! And trust me, there's gonna be a lot of stressful situations for you in the coming years. But I wholeheartedly believe that learning should be fun, and it's just not fun forcing yourself to go to class when your mental health says "no fuckin way jabroni"

Make sure you find out what the max number of classes you can miss is in each course. Also get a feel with how important the lectures are. Some classes are easy and lax enough that you can literally skip most of the lectures and still pass with flying colors. When you know the attendance requirements and also a bit of how difficult/easy the course material is, you can decide which classes are okay for you to ditch during "i'm not up for this today" moments

Don't be scared to choose yourself over your studies! College isn't as strict as high school. The professors are usually pretty chill. I only did like... 2ish years of college but literally all of my professors were super laid back and only one of my classes had a max amount of days I could miss before flunking the course. (it was a 4 day a week, 7 am spanish class and I absolutely missed more than the allowed days but the professor liked me and my partner because we always sat in the front row and participated in the lecture so I think she waived some of my absences lol)

Make use of the student facilities too! The library and student union buildings and such! And look up clubs and stuff if you wanna meet people with similar interests 🥰

But overall, just make sure to take care of yourself and your mental health. That's the most important thing of all. Even more important than your grades, I know, it's hard to believe, but average grades are AVERAGE for a reason. Average is not BAD. Average is not FAILING. Average is literally where you should be because that's... that's the average... you get it, you've been in at least one math class in your life lmao. Don't be ashamed to scrape by at the end of the semester with the lowest passing grade possible in your courses. A pass is a pass and should be celebrated!

One of my best friends was like... SUPER intense about getting the best possible grades in all her classes. She was a straight A student and actually had a few mental breakdowns over an A-. After she graduated, she literally told me "I'm so pissed that I stressed myself out like that." because it turns out pretty much nobody actually cares what grades you got in college. They only care if you passed. (don't take my word on this, obviously some people probably care if you got good grades but who cares about those people they can eat my whole ass okay school is fucking hard and just getting a diploma at the end of it is an INCREDIBLE and AMAZING feat that's worthy of praise and celebration)

okay anyway. I know you just asked for some encouragement and instead got a big lecture about ditching class and collecting C's like they're fuckin' pokemon cards but i feel like it's important advice 😤

Alright. Take care of yourself Anon. Remember that you're in charge! Make decisions with yourself and your health in mind, always 🖤🖤🖤 Love you and proud of you. I know you'll do great. And if you don't do great then obviously it's because the universe is glitching 😤

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I kind of want J&M to meet another Eye Avatar. The only other Eye Avatar On's met has been Elias, and he is vastly different due to his Failed Ritual powers. Would they be as untethered in the Apocalypse as Jon? Or would they have domains they're unable to leave? That would be interesting, considering the Eye oversees everything, everything is performed for its hunger and is its domain. Maybe, if other Eye Avatars are in domains, that would support your "This was the Web's Ritual" theory

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I NEED TO SEE OTHER EYE AVATARS.

Look, I think it’s no coincidence that Jon didn’t find many Eye statements. He had to actively force himself to pick up files that seemed to supernaturally slide out his attention.

Now that sounds very Web like to me, but pre my Web theories and just doodlebop listening around I wondered if the Eye had a consciousness and there was a reason it didn’t like to focus on Eye statements.

I thought it was because refeeding on Beholding trauma might be like eating leftovers, yeah it’ll do but if you’ve got a nice fresh meal it’s not as appetizing.

For laughs I’d tell myself the Eye wouldn’t direct Jon’s attention to Eye statements because it wanted Jon to like it.

Post realizing what the Web was, it seemed to me like the Web was intentionally avoiding allowing Jon to realize just how monstrous the Eye was. Out of all the Powers, the Eye has the second most “justifiable” entry level. You’re just looking. You’re just trying to find out the truth! How could you really be hurting anyone?

(The other Entity that traps people that was the Hunt, the justification there being “I’m making the world better! I’m killing monsters!” which then turns into “I’m killing the bad guys!” which then turns into “I’m killing people”)

We didn’t see any other Eye avatars. We saw the one woman in Beijing, but not if she even was an avatar. We heard about the Beijing and Washington organizations, but we never followed Jon inside.

Could it be that whatever is fueling the tape recorders considers that “boring”? It’s something the Eye already knows. But then again, the Eye knew lots about the Magnus Institute and the tape recorders still popped up when Jon interacted with those assistants.

Anyways going back to your point anon, the fact we haven’t seen ANY Eye Avatars in the real world means we won’t be able to do a full compare and contrast if we ever see them now.

And, do we know for a fact the Avatars are tied to their domains? Or do they just not have a particularly strong reason to leave? This is all pretty new, it makes sense they’d like to stay put and play around rather than wander over to the neighbors for a chat. Do they even want to see other Avatars or domains?

Ironically enough, Jude Perry was the most friendly of the Avatars to other alignments. She was friends with Nikola and Mike Crew.

Elias was a business partner with the Lonely and the Vast, and the Lonely and the Vast would often times have joint partnerships. But Jude was the only one who hung out with other Avatars, that we saw. She was straight chilling with Nikola when that poor plumber came back a second time. I bet that ease of networking helped her a great deal when she was a business woman.

Anyways ANYWAYS, all of this is to say:

-We have a history of something steering Jon away from Eye related statements

-We haven’t come across a single Eye domain, but we’ve passed multiple Corruption ones, and a few domains with tinges of Fleshliness

-Actually, we’ve hit EVERY single Entity, even the Extinction. Oh my god, I hadn’t realized until now.

-The ONLY one missing is the Eye

- We have 18 eps left.

-Jon stated he and Martin were traveling towards “his” domain, gesturing towards the Panopticon.

-We saw Martin almost get stuck in the Lonely domain.

-I doubt they’re going to have us go into an Eye domain, if only for the worry of Jon getting stuck. But it wouldn’t be “his” anyways.

-(Elias Jon is coming for your tower)

-Actually...with Elias in a blind spot, how do we even know he’s in the Panopticon?

-He could be trapped below it, in the twisted ruins of the Institute, in a blind spot possibly of his or the Web’s making

-LEAVING THE THRONE AT THE PANOPTICON EMPTY BUT FOR HIS SIGHTLESS HUSK

-JON DON’T SIT ON THAT. DO NOT PUSH JONAH MAGNUS’S CORPSE THE GROUND AND SIT ON IT, YOUR BOOT HEELS UPON HIS SIGHTLESS SKULL.

TL;DR: I think we’re going to be thwarted from more Eye domains to focus on the interpersonal drama at the Panopticon. OR I’m incredibly wrong and a majority of the domains going forward will be Eye domains...hmmmm....ok I’m hedging my bets and saying:

1. We will get a New Eye Domain, and it will be the only other spoken role. Either that means the woman from Beijing, or Basira.

2. We still need to deal with Helen, the Web, Basira, Georgie & Melanie, and the Panopticon. We will deal with all of the others, THEN we get to the Panopticon, THEN surprise surprise the last episode is a Web episode that explains the whole plot/trap and crushes our hearts

No I’m not hyperfixating because my boss is on vacation and gave me no work, why do you ask?

#tma #the magnus archives #the web #the eye #beholding #the mother of puppets #elias bouchard #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #Asks&Answers #long post #theories

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/29759895/chapters/73638657#workskin

Chapter 3 of 100 Ways to say I Love You

74 - “We can share”

Somehow, they keep getting stuck in safehouses lately. It's a whole thing, and if it wasn't so incredibly frustrating to sit around with nothing to do but wait, it would be funny. But as it is, it is getting old.

This time, the team had to split up and they ended up in separate places, which annoys Steve to no end because he likes having everyone together after missions because they're a team and watch out for each other and all that. Tony likes to make fun of him sometimes, but if he is being honest, he actually agrees there. He, too, likes having everyone in one place because it's easier to watch out for each other that way.

As rocky as their start might have been, what with 6 very strong and different personalities clashing together and trying to find their place within a brand new team, they are a family now. Do they want to strangle each other sometimes? Sure, it happens - although significantly less these days. Would they go after anyone who hurts one of their own because they are loyal and protective to a fault? Yes.

So yes, they like to stay together. All of this is one of the main reasons Tony offered everyone a place to live in his home, after all. He does a great job hiding it all behind snark and jokes and posturing, but the others see right through his facade by now.

Currently, they have to wait out a heavy snowstorm and the team is scattered around the area in different little cabins.

Tony is bunking with Clint for the time being, and he figures that the archer is used to circumstances like that and will find a way to get comfortable pretty much anywhere. To be fair, Tony had plucked him out of dumpsters on more than one occasion, and he'd been mostly unbothered by it, which is kinda impressive, really. But the point is that Clint usually doesn't mind less-than-ideal circumstances as much. Tony… Does.

He is well aware that he is privileged and probably more than a little spoiled, but at least in more recent years, he's had a fair share of humble pie, so, progress?

"Oh well, this should work. At least we've got a fireplace, so even if the heat is fucked we'll be warm." Clint drops his duffle bag to the floor and makes his way over to turn the space heater on. Luckily, it does work.

Tony makes his way through the cabin. It is tiny, so it doesn't take long, and he is pleased to find that they have running water in the bathroom and a separate bedroom. It does, however, only hold a single bed.

Tony refuses to think about that in detail, because he pretty successfully managed to deny his ever growing crush on a certain archer so far. He's no good at relationships - there really is no point in ruining a perfectly good friendship.

But then again, he'll happily take a night or two of sharing body heat, even though that might leave him pining even worse after the fact.

Oh well - that's an issue for future-Tony he figures as he makes his way back to the main area.

"There is only one bed." he informs Clint, who is testing the couch with a very impressive frown that might just be his resting face. His scowl darkens when he lies down and his feet are hanging off of the end and the armrest is uncomfortably high against his head. There are also hard wood parts and clumps in the cushions digging into his back and butt.

"Well, this couch sucks ass… Do not recommend."

"We can share the bed, I don't mind." Tony offers and is ridiculously proud that he manages to sound so casual about it even though his heart is about to beat out of his chest at the mere thought.

"Yeah?" it might be wishful thinking, but Clint looks almost hopeful at this.

"Okay, that should work out." He actually smiles at that, and Tony could swear that the entire room lights up.

Aw, feelings, no.

While the storm picks up outside, they take turns in the bathroom and are pleased to find that the hot water actually lasts long enough for two semi-quick showers. Small favors.

By the time they're having dinner - heated up soup from a can because that's what they found in the kitchen - the heat is doing a great job in keeping the room warm. The chill of the wind is creeping inside, still, but it could be a lot worse. At least, they have plenty of warm things in here, and they're tired enough so that they don't feel like spending a lot of time out there.

Climbing into one single bed at night should be awkward, but it's really not. It is a tight enough fit so that they bump into each other, but neither of them pays it any mind. It's not like they're uncomfortable or unfamiliar with casual touch, but this is still… Different.

Nonetheless, they wish each other good night and then Clint pulls out his hearing aids and leaves them sitting on the bedside table. He keeps his back turned as he is drifting off to sleep, quietly happy about the company but unsure if or how he should bring up the steadily developing chemistry between the two of them.

Clint wakes up with a start and an elbow jabbing into his ribs. It's still pitch black in the room and there is no light filtering in through the windows, so he figures it must be still night. He is about to get up and out of bed to see who is attacking him, but then he realizes that it is actually Tony who is thrashing around in his sleep. He looks clearly distressed and like he has been caught up in his nightmare for a while.

Clint can't hear him, but he is no stranger to night terrors, both in himself and other people, so he acts out of sheer instinct.

Touching a person in a situation like this is a bad call and he knows it - so he calls Tony by name a few times, faintly hoping he doesn't end up yelling. Finally, Tony wakes up with a start. He is shaking apart and gasping for air, panicking and clearly embarrassed.

"You're safe. It's okay, you're safe…"

Clint is talking to him, low and even without being able to hear himself, but it seems to get through to his friend. Slowly, he inches closer. Although he keeps his face hidden, unwilling to openly show emotions, it is clear that he is looking for physical touch or comfort. Clint lets him come as close as he wants to and wraps both arms around the smaller man's shaking frame.

Then he rests his head on top of messy dark hair, with one hand gently stroking through it while he holds on as tightly as possible. It seems to work.

Tony manages to calm down over the next few minutes, and at some point he simply hugs back instead of letting go. He feels warm and safe and just a little bit loved, which is honestly more than he would dare to ask for. He is immediately grateful that Clint doesn't seem to mind.

Both of them fall back asleep, wrapped around one another and when they wake up the next day, neither of them have moved.

Truth be told, Tony wakes up first but he closes his eyes again. He wants to enjoy the solid warm body pressed close to him just a little bit longer - carefully, very carefully he doesn't think about all of those implications. His heart is beating a little bit faster now, and is surprised to find the arms around him tightening a bit.

"Mornin'... Are you okay?"

Clint is awake now, and he doesn't pull away when he asks this. His voice is slightly rough from sleep and there is something to it that makes Tony fall in love a little more.

"Yes, I am. Thanks." he answers, before he catches on to the fact that Clint can't hear him talk right now. So he just nods against him and half expects him to pull away now that he knows he's fine, but he doesn't. Instead, Clint just nods back and burrows deeper into the pillows and Tony before falling back asleep. Tony chooses to get comfortable again and sleep some more - after all, he has no intention whatsoever to turn down cuddles, especially if they're conveniently provided like this.

If this turns out to be anything other than what he hopes for, Tony would be absolutely heartbroken, but somehow, he has a feeling that this is not the case.

As it turns out, he is right.

They kiss that very same morning, in the tiny kitchen while they wait for the coffee to run through. It's a soft and fleeting thing, way more gentle than either of them would have imagined when they thought - or more like hoped - for this to happen, but it feels just right. There is a quiet happiness to it, and as cheesy as it is, they hold hands under the table even though there is no one around but them.

It's a start, and a good one at that.

#banashee writes #100 ways to say i love you #ironhawk #hurt/comfort #There was only one bed

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the artist | chapter forty

“I'm so glad you could make it, Stone.”

“I wouldn't miss this for the world,” he promised me as he adjusted his mask.

For all I knew, it was going to be my last art show with all of these boys there with me. Air travel was growing tighter and I knew Anthrax themselves planned on being there for a mere week, and they were coming up on the end of their week given they spent most of it traveling up to the Northwest. I had to relish every moment of this art show. From all the people who walked in through that door, to the fact that that might have been the last time I would stand in between Joey and Lars. Stone took his seat in front of us with the mask over his face. Even behind that little piece of thick cloth, he looked exhausted.

“I still can't believe I managed to drive my ass here,” he remarked.

“Are you feeling alright?” I kindly asked him.

“I've been really dizzy since I got home from the hospital,” he told me. “Like—been spinnin' around in a whirlwind of a time, if you will. That was lame, I know.”

“No, no, no,” I assured him with a chuckle. I spotted my parents entering the speakeasy from across the room. As long as Chris, Joey, and Lars kept their cool around them, I wondered how this whole thing would fare for us all, especially since they were unable to make it the first time around. I shifted my weight as they strode over to the paintings and the drawings on the wall. As long as we kept mention of my digital art under wraps, I had no reason to feel so nervous about this.

But I felt nervous about it anyway. My parents were looking at my art, especially in the wake of everything and in the wake of my dad's belief that it had to be nothing more than a hobby. I watched the look of wonder on his face as he gazed on at my drawings of Chris and Joey. He turned his head to look at me with a thoughtful look on his face, a look I could make sight of even from behind his mask.

“I like these two,” he told me.

“Those ones?” I said; I turned to Joey, who hunched his shoulders at the sight of him.

“Yeah. They're—good looking guys. Perfect for this sort of thing.”

I sighed through my nose. It felt like someone had lifted a dead weight off of my shoulders. My dad was proud of me.

No sooner had they returned to the art on the walls when Chris stepped into the room right then from the hallway. He adjusted the mask to keep it over the bridge of his straight nose.

“Good job on that painting,” he whispered into my ear. I turned to look at him.

“What're you talkin' about?” I demanded in a hushed voice, to which he nodded towards Joey. I forgot I still had that painting propped up on the easel back in the art room. But Chris flashed me a wink, and I spotted a smile emerging from behind his mask. The secrets were between me and him, and we would take them to the grave if we had to.

“Hang on a second,” Lars spoke out of the blue right then. He bowed away from us and ambled across the floor. I recalled the conversation he and I had on the back porch the night before, and I wondered about that woman who just walked in at that moment. Stone turned to me with his eyebrows knitted.

“Typical Lars,” Chris told him. “The dude's got a silver tongue.” Something about the way in which he said that made my lips twitch from behind the fabric. I felt something caress my lower back.

I turned my head to look at Joey, who raised an eyebrow at me.

“What?” he asked, innocent.

“Don't you 'what' me,” I scoffed. I looked down at his fingers pulsating down by his hips.

“Not in front of my parents,” I whispered to him, to which he winked at me.

“Besides, Chris wants ya,” he pointed out, and I turned around to look at him.

“I didn't thank you for that drawing you made of me the other night,” Chris started in a low voice. “I hope you can do something with your digital works because they're—they're something else.”

“It's my pleasure,” I said to him, also in a low voice. “And I do my best.”

“We're all doing our best,” he replied. “But you, especially. It's tough being an artist, and if you ask me—well, if you ask Stone...”

I directed my attention to Stone himself.

“An artist is the toughest career you can take up,” he told me. “It's right up there with musician and also sex worker. We take so much shit and we're takin' even more shit right now, y'know? So—if you ask me—you're as tough and powerful as any of the docs and nurses in the hospital right now.”

“Well, thank you, Stoney.”

“That's Stoney Pony to you,” he teased me, which brought a laugh out of me. I heard Lars tell the woman, “okay, thank you” and then he hurried back to us, albeit with a look of concern upon his face.

“Alright, gang, I got some good news and some bad news,” he informed us.

“Bad news first,” I quipped.

“Statewide quarantine is returning in full force tomorrow at midnight. If anyone has a plane ticket back to their state, they're saying to get your asses back home.”

“Which means we're all heading on home?” Joey asked him.

“Which means we all have to return home,” Lars replied. “The sooner, the better, too. I have to check my mail anyways.”

“Yeah... I do, too...” Joey's voice trailed off.

“And—what's the good news?” I asked Lars.

“The good news is the woman I just spoke to is in publishing, and she told me to give you this—” He handed me a card with a phone number on it. “—call her up and perhaps strike a deal of sorts.”

“Oh, my God, thank you so much, Lars!” I exclaimed. I couldn't resist it; I threw my arms around him. I wanted to bear hug him but I was unsure if he wanted to bend his spine back that far.

“Well, don't kill him, Holly,” Stone scoffed.

“Oof—no, I promise you—she—won't kill me,” Lars sputtered. I stepped back to look at him one more time. All these boys, they had become my friends and even with the impending distance, they would be my friends for life no matter what. And Chris, Joey, and Lars had come a step closer than that title, too. But as far as I knew, and as far as my parents knew, they were three boys who were my friends, as opposed to my boyfriends.

I knew they were all going to be taking the next red eye out of Seattle, and thus I made sure the art show went without any sort of problem all the way to eleven thirty at night. A successful artist deserved a late night round of dinner and a cup of coffee.

Tom left earlier, but I managed to give red Dave a hug for the road. I put my arms around Scott, Dan, Frank, and Charlie, and part of me expected Joey to peel off his mask so as to kiss me one last time. But instead, he held my head to his chest so I could hear his heartbeat.

“Call me when you get home,” I told him in a near whisper.

“That'll be the first thing I do,” he whispered back to me; his brown eyes never seemed more liquid before than in that moment.

I gave Lars another big hug, to which he almost picked me up upon holding me. I groaned at the feel of his hands on my lower back and then he set me back down.

“Oh, forgive me! I just want to relish in your kindness one last time,” he explained with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Oh, and Lars?” I called after him. He turned around to look at me with his eyebrows raised.

“Thank you again.”

“Of course,” he vowed with a grin on his face, which he obscured with his mask. I watched him stride off into the darkness.

Even though they were right near us, I gave blond Dave and Stone hugs, too.

“You're one of the best friends I could ever ask for,” I told Dave as I put my arms around him.

“And you are, too! Swing by the garden whenever you want—well, whenever quarantine lifts, anyways.”

“And I'll be back here, too,” I said to Will, who emerged from behind us with the keys to the speakeasy in hand.

“You better be,” he teased me.

“I don't give you nearly enough credit,” I told him, to which he shook my head.

“Nah, don't sweat it. Lemme just tell you that—” He gestured for me to come in closer to his face. “—you're the best client I could've ever asked for.” To which he winked at me, and I showed him a grin in response.

We all stepped outside to the night, where we were met with the chilled breeze from the Puget Sound. The first thing I planned to do once my parents and I returned home was wash my hands and clean my mask. Will shut off the lights in the speakeasy and closed and locked the door behind us. I was about to head on over to my parents' car when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see Chris, cloaked in darkness from the street and the side of his face illuminated by nothing more than the light of the city and a street light not far from there.

“Call me tomorrow?” he asked me in a soft voice.

“Of course,” I told him. He peered behind me and then behind him, and without another word, he peeled off his mask. I did, too, and we pressed our lips together one last time. I had no idea when I would see Chris again, but I knew it had to be soon. Surely, it had to be.

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punkscowardschampions · 4 years

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Jimmy & Janis

Jimmy: [okay so my thought is that like maybe he's been sorting out a Cass rage because he's actually going to this festival and she's fuming about it for obvious reasons but then he comes back and Janis is thinking that Harry might show up cos had that convo with Grace so she's being weird and he's like ?] Janis: [solid plan, awks all 'round, just tryna play off you've been busy whilst he's been arguing like oh hi, definitely didn't hear any of that 'alright?'] Jimmy: [just going for a 🚬 immediately because he's obvs not alright] Janis: fair Janis: they could take a few tips, like Jimmy: gutted they don't know where I live then Jimmy: for that and loads of other reasons, like Janis: naturally Janis: such good craic, who wouldn't want them popping over for a cuppa Jimmy: hot water and 🍋 is nearer to the order they'd put in Janis: do you charge for that at CG? Janis: probably a couple of euro, still Jimmy: put a fancy name on it and you can charge for owt Janis: they're stupid enough to buy it Janis: we're definitely getting them the cheapest paint-thinner vodka, yeah Jimmy: what do you want? 🍾? Janis: 🙄 deffo Janis: any +1s I can get Jimmy: such a celebration 🙌 Janis: everyone's feeling it Janis: we might not end up going anyway Jimmy: what? Janis: you know, fuck knows where they're all at with it Janis: 🤞 I've convinced Grace she has to though Jimmy: fuck's sake Jimmy: whose idea were this? obvs a right dickhead Janis: yeah Janis: if we don't bottle it she can't Janis: tried her best but Jimmy: bottle her before I stay here Janis: you gotta be hot about it Janis: rude Jimmy: 😎🚬 Jimmy: come sit with me Janis: you sure Jimmy: you don't wanna? Janis: just thinking if there's any more shit news I have to give you before I do Jimmy: is there? Janis: I dunno Janis: you given any thought to who Mia's mystery guest could be Jimmy: I reckon that 🏌 trip her daddy's on might be #fake Janis: that'd make it all worth it Janis: none of us are that 🍀 Jimmy: or she's choosing now to come out with her 🤞 you will an' all Janis: shut up Janis: you're meant to think Asia is irreplaceable Jimmy: duh Jimmy: I know I'm #blessed Janis: you're the only one Jimmy: 😏 Janis: we all know Mia isn't surprising her with lizard boy Jimmy: or 🐸 from previous Janis: if we're doing a this is your life of her exes, she'll need a bus Jimmy: Alright, no need to make me jealous Jimmy: can't be arsed with the green emojis Janis: you can't be Janis: very #ungoals Janis: they're all massive slags and proud Janis: 'cept #2, who wouldn't and Tammy who couldn't Jimmy: Holly's a good name, bit prickly her Jimmy: the marding and the hair regrowth Janis: 😂 Janis: so mean Jimmy: did have to laugh when princess Ella were like mime to a sad song about it Janis: no doubt being favourite got her cocky but her comebacks were better Jimmy: wonder who'll be fave by the time we get there Janis: not her, if Holly made good on her threat Jimmy: bloody musical thrones Jimmy: could be on telly Janis: 🙄 don't say that Janis: already think they're interesting enough to film it Jimmy: I get it, that's only us, eh babe? 😏 Janis: duh Janis: why it weren't hard to 👑👑 Jimmy: pissed on my 💍 proposal, still fuming Janis: me and all Janis: chat about not getting sarcasm, you know Asia's gonna come at me with a Pinterest moodboard moment Janis: tah so much Jimmy: proper 💕 that girl Janis: mm Jimmy: leaning on your phone cos you're 🗭 about 💍👰 Jimmy: very #goals that Janis: not gonna waste any time dreaming when it's SO real am I Jimmy: you don't want a 🌠 to have a go on then? Jimmy: loads out here Janis: what a totally believable coincidence Janis: guess I better Jimmy: 👍 Janis: [coming out like oh hey] Jimmy: [patting the doorstep he's sitting on like have a seat] Janis: [doing it but raising a brow like 😏 'you gonna give me my annual report or something?'] Jimmy: ['that what you're after from me, is it?' 😏 'loads of long words'] Janis: [shrugs 'asking if you were gonna punish me seemed cliche so'] Jimmy: [a little lol] Janis: [nudges him, not in a shut up way but a how're you way] Jimmy: [puts his head on her shoulder cos not alright so gotta be OTT about it] Janis: [strokes his hair 'we don't have to go, you know, if you need to stay here...they're perfectly capable of tearing themselves apart in the meantime'] Jimmy: [makes an unimpressed noise cos can't admit that he wants to go to be with her or get into how he always needs to stay here whether he likes it or not] Janis: [smushes his face 'alright, grumpy'] Jimmy: [pushing her off but then pulling her into you at the same time as if you're not already close af to each other] Janis: ['what do you wanna do?' soft] Jimmy: [kisses her because that's always what he wants to do even though we all know that's not what she meant] Janis: [allowing it though 'cos same] Jimmy: [just a nice little make out moment to lose ourselves in and forget everything else] Janis: [you really deserve it] Jimmy: ['do you wanna go?' we know the answer is no but] Janis: ['any chance to fuck with them is a good idea, yeah' 'cos wasn't a bad one, just ehh 'cos of this Harry thing and Cass going off] Jimmy: [nods like that's that settled then cos god forbid you offer your own opinion boy] Janis: ['plus, we get to have our own tent'] Jimmy: ['there's nowt you could say or do to convince me to go if we didn't' sounds like such a challenge lol] Janis: ['stop tryna make me feel special, boy' 😏] Jimmy: ['wouldn't be very goals of me, that'] Janis: [makes face like, gutted] Jimmy: [shamelessly just touching her face nbd] Janis: [looking awayayay] Jimmy: [when that devastates you but there's nothing you can say or do because everything's so casual and so only sexual yep] Janis: [just resting your head on his shoulder now 'cos drama] Jimmy: [playing with her hair in the softest way because of course] Janis: ['what are you gonna wear then?' 'cos we're definitely all thinking about our #lewks rn] Jimmy: [such a surprised lol because not what he expected her to say obvs] Janis: ['this isn't a laughing matter' in some semblance of a Mia impression] Jimmy: [when it's probably pretty accurate so you flinch like oh no I hate that] Janis: [loling evilly, 'not doing Asia for you, get over it'] Jimmy: [💔 hands even though it means you have to stop playing with her hair for a sec] Janis: ['bitch' who we referring to here] Jimmy: [nudges her like oi cos assuming she means him] Janis: ['what you gonna do about it?' 😏] Jimmy: [playfight cos it's been a minute] Janis: ['not going to apologize to her'] Jimmy: ['if not that, what is the plan?'] Janis: [🤔 face] Jimmy: [hiding his 😍 by looking at the imaginary watch like any time you're ready] Janis: [nudges him like alright, alright 'how can we make the divide even bigger? need to get them to fight again, which really shouldn't be hard'] Jimmy: ['your sister and the tall one are already about to snap, no challenge there, if we really want to fuck her over we need to get her ultimate fave on side' shrugs because that's always the mood] Janis: ['yeah, but they always roll over, that's the problem, we have to kick it up that notch so they all go beyond that...I just don't know how, ditto what we can give that one that Mia can't, like' shrugs back] Jimmy: [gets his phone and shows her that he's messaging Asia like he really wants her boyfriend there for the lad bants because that's an easy given to annoy Mia] Janis: ['I think she's invited Harry, or she wants me to think she has or- I don't fucking know but I don't think he'll come anyway' when you just blurt that out in response 'cos as good a time as any] Jimmy: [such a look like wtf cos god knows what he'll say if he blurts something out rn cos so 😒] Janis: ['the way she didn't say...they basically give each other measurements and a star-rating usually so- don't you reckon she was trying to get at us?' shrugs like could be wrong but we all know it ain't] Jimmy: [when you get up because you know she's right and you're fuming honey] Janis: ['I know' but also like ?! reaction you can't hide] Jimmy: [he literally has no words for how fucked up this all is and how much he can't stand Mia so just the biggest sigh to ever have existed] Janis: ['there's no way he'll come, bet she ain't even asked'] Jimmy: ['that's alright then' bit of sarcasm for you there Ella lol] Janis: ['Well, ain't it?'] Jimmy: [😒 af face] Janis: ['she's a cunt, we've known that'] Jimmy: [sitting back down where you were but you're not chill at all] Janis: [getting him another 🚬 and then herself] Jimmy: [furiously 🚬 while he's trying to think of ways to fuck Mia over] Janis: sorry Jimmy: shut up Janis: well I am Jimmy: [just looking at her like don't] Janis: [shrugs like fine but is just jogging her leg up and down 'cos not cool with this and has been thinking about it since the chat] Jimmy: [puts his hand on said leg like stop it's okay] Janis: ['he's so-' lacking the words or adequately hardcore 😒 face for him] Jimmy: ['he's nowt we can't handle' but so genuinely said not like ha we're so 🥇 bants] Janis: ['we shouldn't have to, you especially but still, it's bullshit'] Jimmy: [shrugs but looking at her 'I said you're worth sticking around for, didn't I?' because everything is bullshit or worse in jimothy's life rn we know so to say that and mean it is a LOT 'not gonna change my mind 'cause of him, her or any other knobheads'] Janis: ['I-' when you can't even begin to say anything that you think matches what he's just said remotely so you just falter but the LOOK is everything] Jimmy: ['it'll be alright' said like even if it's not it still will be because he literally only cares about her so he'll make sure it is] Janis: [nods and squeezes his hand 'fuck 'em all'] Jimmy: [draws the heart with their initials in on her hand with his fingertip pressing harder than usual for emphasis and obvs using the hand she's not holding so he doesn't have to let go because they in this together and such a good team and not because he loves her or anything nope] Janis: ['draw blood or it didn't happen, baby' bravado to cover the real as hell 😳] Jimmy: [taking the invitation to do a new lovebite because we all need that distraction before shit gets any feelsier] Janis: [lean into the sex of it all kids 'cos we don't need to fake any of that to still be real[ Jimmy: [lowkey love that you're on the doorstep still] Janis: [bonjour neighbours, Ian will be thrilled and thus I am 'cos fuck you] Jimmy: [same because you make this flatwhite drama seem like a picnic sir] Janis: [true tea, like in the grand scheme of things, are we bothered] Jimmy: [he's really not we know he's only doing any of this for her and to spend time with her so] Janis: [and as much as Mia deserves payback by this point, this is all a distraction from the real mess of her life too so] Jimmy: [the truest tea] Janis: [probably do at least take this to the back lol] Jimmy: [enough people and a dog milling around to make you think someone could be about to come out of that door and convince you to move lol] Janis: [god bless] Jimmy: [take all the alone time you can get rn cos this festival is gonna be a LOT] Janis: [we know it, as much as you're low-key just like we gonna spend the whole time just 😍 at this point, 'cos fuck it, won't actually be that, soz] Jimmy: [mhmm we'll make sure Mia has a worse time but it's not gonna be all fun and games for you two] Janis: [joy of joys] Jimmy: [we should make a list of everything we wanna happen in terms of the flatwhites bs when we're done but before we start the festival fr so we can decide how to ref it] Janis: [good idea carrot] Jimmy: [cos obvs we only care how it effects jj soz not soz] Janis: [but of course, we gotta timeline the drama so we don't forget anything] Jimmy: [do we wanna now or is there anything else we wanna do in this convo?] Janis: [hmm, like she's probably gonna try and leave 'cos still in that stage of like, you don't want me to sleep over but aside from that moment, we can probs get going on the plan] Jimmy: [we could always bring out the big guns because Ian isn't gonna want him to go either but like obvs don't wanna go too hard with that before they go for a million reasons] Janis: [we can deffo do that afterwards, like they've already had a time then Ian is fuming, think that's better] Jimmy: [agreed because we know we're gonna do something to make the fwb awks on top of the flatwhites bs so his mood will be peak sick of Ian's shit] Janis: [gonna move her in so soon get over it sir] Jimmy: [alright in that vein how do you wanna do her trying to leave?] Janis: [like it clearly gets to tea time or something like that where she can be like, I'll leave you to it] Jimmy: [and he's like bit rude like it's all bants and she's a rich girl with fancy tastes and he's a poor boy who can't cook we know the drill] Janis: [and she's like don't be stupid 🙄 'cos gotta defend yourself even in bants] Jimmy: [and he's like now I'm thick as well, tah very much etc etc] Janis: ['just northern'] Jimmy: ['oi, keep taking my lines off me and what am I meant to say?' and a look that's nearly a LOOK because there's so much being unsaid and we all know it, them included] Janis: [mimes 🤐 but on his face not hers for closeness you simply do not need but clearly do] Jimmy: [picks her up which you're still not meant to do boy and puts her on the kitchen counter like you're staying that settles it] Janis: ['am I sous chef or the appetizer?'] Jimmy: [can't speak cos 🤐 but his 👀 are saying so much rn] Janis: [thinking he's being quiet 'cos the kids are like in the lounge or something so kinda like whooops 'dessert, maybe'] Jimmy: [still looking at her like are you gonna stay for that long because don't actually wanna say it in case she's like no] Janis: [shrugs like nbd 'no one's expecting me, like'] Jimmy: [releasing a breath you didn't know you were holding, like] Janis: [getting down off the counter like go on then, lemme help] Jimmy: [god knows what we're making but we're doing it together guys] Janis: [kissing his cheek 'cos he's cute] Jimmy: [properly kissing her because that made him die] Janis: [remember at calis in the kichen, a mood] Jimmy: [we should have one of the kids come in before they get too extra/the food is forgotten about entirely] Janis: [deffo] Jimmy: [who do you vote for cos very different vibes depending if it's Bobby or Cass lol] Janis: [we can be a bit mean and say its Cass] Jimmy: [LOL imagine her face just like don't mind me starving to death you two carry on] Janis: [not winning any points yet babe] Jimmy: [we know you will soon gal] Janis: what did your ex do? Jimmy: ? Janis: she must've done something to make your sister hate all of your 'gfs' that hard by default Janis: even if I am delaying her tea, like Jimmy: she did loads of things Janis: right Jimmy: @ either of them for the list Janis: you're alright Janis: not that nosy Jimmy: just 🤏 Jimmy: I get it Janis: 'course Janis: if the reason my parents hated you was worth telling I would, like Jimmy: community service ain't enough of a reason? Janis: 'course not Janis: not when you pretend you're still cool to prove you ever were Jimmy: 👎 Janis: what, you wanna go harder to be public enemy #1? Janis: 🙄😏 Jimmy: obviously Janis: you tryna displease my parents is just as weird as you tryna please 'em Janis: just pretend they don't exist, yeah Jimmy: spoilsport Janis: they ain't even in your age-range Janis: behave Jimmy: gutted about that an' all Janis: 🖕 Jimmy: 💕 Janis: gross, you Jimmy: Bill's gonna be well proud of that protest Jimmy: and your cool parents an' all Janis: piss off Janis: [😒 face] Jimmy: [hooray we can do the beloved pouty face lip thing when he of course kisses her rn oh how I've missed it] Janis: [likewise 'cos loves that so much] Jimmy: [I think it's the first time and I'm fine about it] Janis: [in that case, she's so not, forgetting you just got shaded about being extra so hard] Jimmy: [soz not soz Cass] Janis: ['you know-' being quiet enough that hopefully you aren't disturbing everyone rn '-you know how much I want you' is that a question or a statement, we love being vague] Jimmy: [there's no way he's being quiet enough if he doesn't kiss her really hard rn deal with it everyone he doesn't wanna take care of y'all he wants to be 15 and extra] Janis: [let this boy live] Jimmy: [we're living in this kitchen atm though] Janis: [gotta be up against the door like soz no one come in rn] Jimmy: [give them all the moments thank you cos there's no stopping this and we aren't sorry about it] Janis: [y'all will be fine, they won't] Jimmy: [exactly] Janis: ['I need you' 'cos close as you're allowed to get rn ty] Jimmy: [likewise say her name in response cos that's all I'm letting you say] Janis: [all ready for this trip] Jimmy: [gonna be hilarious for us but not for you] Janis: [so, let's do a flatwhite cringe checklist lol, one of them, probably Asia, needs to be schwasted and get WELL lost, like maybe her mans does show halfway through the night and is like where is she and they're like ??? and then it's dramaaaa] Jimmy: [that's a really good idea] Jimmy: [I think Grace should be the one who hooks up with a lad and then they can't get rid of him and his gaggle of mates because that'd annoy Mia so much which she swore to Janis she would do but also something she would do because Ella called her fat and Hollie should sleep with one of the others but not remember which one it is like we said] Janis: [I vibe that, oh Hollie, hmm what else, one of them needs to freak out in the crowd and have to get pulled out, that's v cringe, like it's hardly a moshpit ladies] Jimmy: [I was literally gonna say someone should go to the first aid tent for no real reason because same vibe] Jimmy: [Ella should be the crowd freaker outer because she probably doesn't like to be touched and Mia should go to the first aid tent like nearly as soon as they get there because gotta pull focus and phone her daddy for that attention she's not getting from her squad rn] Janis: [approved, what a holy show, ladies, plus if Mia does that it'd be a way to force them into a truce without them realizing like omg are you okay and all taking care of her she don't need] Jimmy: [yeah exactly what a snek and it gives her an excuse to cry over the fact Harry ain't coming without them knowing that's why like she's not upset she's just so ill okay] Janis: [obviously they'll all get white girl wasted and embarrassing with that] Jimmy: [good lord yes that's a given at least when JJ get drunk they embarrass themselves with how much they secretly love each other, state of that lot honestly] Janis: [seriously, if it's a small festival maybe the lads they hook up with are in one of the bands 'cos that'd be annoying thinking they're like famous and it's like you aren't though and you were probably shite] Jimmy: [yaaaas I love that] Jimmy: [I also vote that the weather is really crap cos JJ won't care but they would cos their hair and their lewks] Janis: ['cos it always is and you have to roll with it but they apparently didn't get the memo lol] Jimmy: [Hollie the only one vaguely appropriately dressed for festival life] Janis: [it's funny 'cos festival fashion is meant to be so effortless and none of them can ever like they'll look so try-hard and their age 'cos younger girls are like that at raves and shit too like you gotta hang] Jimmy: [mhmm so mad cos Janis looks fire whenever aren't you Mia] Janis: [their posh girl lewks, oh lord] Jimmy: [I just imagine Mia's dad being slightly weird about getting updates throughout the weekend cos he's that cringey and near incesty] Janis: [deffo, when you're in a relationship with your dad, like how's golf, how's the lads, eurgh] Jimmy: [honestly though just having that husband and wife style convo nbd] Janis: [that's why you mad he cheating on your ma, don't lie] Jimmy: [the tea, girls that are older than you but still far too young for him and everything you wish you were] Janis: [he's not even fit it's so sad and gross] Jimmy: [no happy ending for you hun] Janis: [so we've got a good idea for them, what do we wanna do with the fwb moment?] Jimmy: [I wanna fuck it up cos I'm evil but I'm not sure how yet] Janis: [hmm, let's think]

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Misery Loves Company part 1

WE MADE IT TO THE END OF THE BAD BEGINNING Y'ALL.

Thank you so much for your guys' support through these first twelve chapters of my fic. I really appreciate it! Love you guys! Hope y'all love The Reptile Room.

Chapter Eleven:

The One With the Vigorously Fixed Destination

Lemony sat miserably in his taxi for the next couple of hours. Debating what to do next. He couldn’t leave them there. That was not an option. What would Beatrice do? He kept asking himself as he toyed with his spyglass.

What’s the use? He asked himself. Then without warning, the passenger-side door of the taxi opened and a woman sat down. She turned to Lemony and smiled. Lemony had his hand on his chest. “What the fuck, Jacquelyn!”

Jacquelyn just laughed. “Did I scare you?”

Lemony rolled his eyes, “I swear you and my…” He stopped mid-sentence. Jacquelyn looked at him confused.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing. Nothing. I swear you’re trying to give me a fucking heart attack.”

“Uh...huh,” Jacquelyn replied still looking at Lemony with a confused and concerned look on her face.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You don’t just get inside someone’s damn taxi unannounced especially when a known enemy is literally down the street!”

“I could kick his ass with both hands tied behind my back, just saying. He’s not as big of a threat as you might think.”

“He doesn’t have a reason to go after you.”

“You right. Not yet at least. I’ll probably foil his plans enough that I eventually do get on that list, though.” She peered to the back of the taxi, “So...I’m guessing you didn’t save the Baudelaire children.”

Lemony rolled his eyes. “It’s...a bit harder than I thought.”

Jacquelyn rolled her eyes. “You’re not doing this right. You’re out of practice old man.”

Jacquelyn got out her spyglass and started to peer at Count Olaf’s house. “Let me guess. You disguised yourself as a...cop...no, a child protective services agent. Then you went in, conducted an interview,- let me know if I’m wrong.- Then you hoped the boy would give you any reason to take them from the home, but alas, he didn’t because Olaf was posing as a threat but not in a way where you could use that against him and take the children out of the house.”

Lemony just glared at Jacquelyn. “How…”

“I just know these things.”

“Have you been spying on me?”

“...that’s confidential,” she replied smirking.

“I’m being serious. Have you been spying on me?”

“I didn’t follow you home if that’s what you’re worried about. I saw your taxi as I was scoping the place. I also saw you crying…”

“I wasn’t crying…”

“Sure, you weren’t. So then I decided that you obviously needed my help.” She said still peering through the spyglass. “You can trust me, Mr. Snicket.”

“You keep giving me reasons to the contrary,”

“Touche,”

“How have I given you reason not to trust me?”

“You’re secretive. Like, more than any other member of this organization.”

“I have my reasons.”

Jacquelyn didn’t say anything as she handed her spyglass to Lemony with a smile upon her face. “Mr. Snicket, I think I’ve found what you needed.”

Lemony looked at her and then pressed the spyglass to his eye. For a minute, he didn’t know what Jacquelyn was referring to. She reached out and grabbed his chin, moving his face to the direction of what she was trying to show him. “You need to look towards the tower window,” she instructed.

“Dear God,” he muttered. He was looking at a birdcage and inside that birdcage, he could see a helpless and scared Sunny Baudelaire. “That...that fucking monster.” Lemony began to open the car door but Jacquelyn grabbed him.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m going to save Beatrice’s daughter!”

“Not without a disguise.”

He looked at her and sighed. She was right. But he couldn’t use the same disguise again, Olaf would get suspicious and possibly ask for credentials. He looked at Jacquelyn. “What are we going to do?”

Jacquelyn was already fixing her hair into a bun. “We’re going to go be concerned neighbors.”

“Shouldn’t we just call the authorities.”

“I mean, we could. Honestly, we should. But if we did that, they’d want to interview the man who made the call in the first place and I don’t have to tell you how risky that is.”

“Goddammit,” he muttered. “What if we had another neighbor call the police.”

Jacquelyn was not listening to him. She was doing her best to disguise herself with what little she had. Lemony dragged the disguise kit out of the trunk and rummaged through it. After putting a fake beard on he looked at Jacquelyn. “So I’m gonna be Jeff Bingham and you’ll be my wife, Audrey…” he began.

“Woah. Let me stop you there. No offense, but you are not my type.”

Lemony chuckled at this understanding full well what Jacquelyn had meant. “Well, no offense but you don’t look young enough to be my daughter.”

Jacquelyn laughed. “Why do our disguises have to be related or married? We can’t just be friends.”

“I guess that works, I was just coming up with a backstory in case we get asked.”

“I don’t know how they did things back in your day, but nowadays we try to make it a bit less complicated.”

“Sure. It’s VFD. Everything is complicated. That’s like their gimmick.”

Lemony and Jacquelyn got out of the car and scanned the area for any potential neighbors who would be able to help them with this predicament. Every so often Lemony looked back at the birdcage making sure that it was still there and hadn’t been plunged to the ground. They finally reached the yard of Justice Strauss who was watering her garden. She politely looked up at the two strangers. “Well, how do you do?”

“How do you do, mam?” Lemony replied. “We were just in the neighborhood…”

“...Birdwatching with the help of these,” Jacquelyn commented.

“And we saw something quite unusual.”

Justice Strauss looked at the two strangers confused. “What did you see?”

Jacquelyn stepped behind the judge and put the spyglass up to her eye, pointing her in the direction of Count Olaf’s tower room window. Strauss gasped in surprise. “Oh my! Sunny!” she yelled. “We have to do something!” She yelled before rushing in to call 9-1-1.

“Well, our work here is done,” Lemony said smiling.

“I’m going to call Gustav and stick around to make sure everything goes smoothly.”

Lemony extended his hand, “Thank you. Miss Jacquelyn.”

“You’re not going to stay and make sure things go according to plan?”

“Oh, I’m gonna wait in my taxi and see things through. Would you like a ride home?”

Jacquelyn shook her head. “No thank you, I’ll manage.”

“It was nice working with you....keep in touch.”

“Does this mean you’ve officially rejoined VFD?”

“I’ll have to think about that.”

Lemony began to walk towards his taxi. He hated to admit it but he missed VFD. He missed the thrills of a mission and being in disguise and he had a good time working alongside Jacquelyn and fooling Olaf. But a part of him knew that it was a risky business being affiliated with that organization. What would happen to Violet if they learned about her existence? He sat inside his taxi and waiting for this story to conclude.

Jacquelyn used her walkie-talkie to contact Gustav to meet her at Olaf’s house and she even gave Justice Strauss the number to Mr. Poe’s office.

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Klaus was under the watchful eyes of either Count Olaf or one of his troupe members. Olaf refused to let the boy out of his sight after that stint with the CPS caseworker and his attempted rescue of his baby sister. Count Olaf also did not care that Klaus was in a lot of pain from the night prior. He had Klaus doing as many extraneous chores. Right now Klaus was scrubbing Olaf’s bathroom with a toothbrush. The stench of the room had Klaus wanting to simply drop dead. He was almost finished with the room when Olaf came in and kicked the bucket of dirty water everywhere, laughing as he looked down at Klaus. “Looks like you have to start all over again.”

Klaus took a deep breath but bit his tongue. He had to just put up with this abuse for Sunny. The sooner he can fool Olaf into thinking that he’s complacent, the sooner he can get Sunny back and then the two orphans would run away from the madman’s house. “I’ll get right on that,” he said.

Both Count Olaf and Klaus jumped at the sound of someone pounding on the front door. “Who could that be!?” Olaf asked in a harsh voice that sent chills down Klaus’ spine.

Downstairs you can hear the sounds of Olaf’s troupe freaking out. “Ummm, boss.” one of the white-faced women called up.

“What? Who’s at the door?” Count Olaf asked heading towards his bedroom window.

“The police!” the henchperson of indeterminate gender replied.

Count Olaf’s eyes got wide and as he began to stare down at Klaus, his eyes began to shine the brightest Klaus had ever seen. Klaus shakingly stood up looking for an escape route. But Olaf was blocking the bathroom door. “Do you want to explain to me why the fucking police are at my door?!”

Klaus could see that Olaf was shaking with fury which made him retreat a step back. Klaus kept his eyes on the walkie-talkie that Olaf kept in his pocket.

“Boss, we gotta go.” the other white face woman commented. “Like, right now.”

“You three, grab Baldy and Hooky. Take the car.”

“What about you?” The henchperson of indeterminate gender asked.

“Oh, don’t worry about me. I’ve gotten out of worse scrapes than this.” Olaf said. “ Oh, and on your way out, tell Hooky to drop the pipsqueak to her death .”

“ No! Please!” Klaus pleaded.

The Henchperson of Indeterminate Gender merely nodded at Olaf and began to walk away.

“You monster!” Klaus yelled. “You can’t kill her. The police are outside! You’re just giving them more reason to arrest you.”

Olaf leaned down towards Klaus and smiled. “Oh, I wouldn’t worry about the police. They’ll be too concerned about the dead infant that they won’t even realize that I’m gone. Although by the time that they do finally realize that I'm gone, they're going to wonder about the missing boy.”

Klaus’ eyes got wide. He knew he had to act now. Give the authorities more time. So with all the strength, he could muster, he ran passed Olaf effectively pushing the man down on to the floor. Klaus ran outside the vile man’s room closing the door behind him, hoping that that gave him extra time to run. He headed towards the staircase that led to Olaf’s tower room. He saw the Hook-Handed Man and the Henchperson of Indeterminate Gender heading frantically downstairs to reach Olaf’s car. His heart sank. He hoped he wasn’t too late as he grabbed onto the doorknob of the tower room, he felt a cold, spider-like hand grab his ankle and pull him to the ground. Klaus hit his jaw on the wooden floors and looked in horror to see Count Olaf was the one holding on to his ankle.

“If you think this is over, you’re dead wrong. It’s been fun... I’m going to get you no matter where you go! No matter what you do! I will find you! Oooh, you are so deceased!” Olaf hissed as Klaus. Klaus started rapidly kicking both his feet trying to get Olaf to let him go. “ I’ll get my hands on your fortune if it’s the last thing I do! And when I have it, I’ll kill you and your bratty sister with my own two hands!”

Klaus turned to face Olaf so he can aim better. “ You’ll never touch our fortune or harm my sister ever again!” He cried as he gave Olaf a hard kick in the face. Olaf let go of Klaus’ ankle and Klaus was able to drag himself back up and lock himself in the tower room. Olaf banged on the door for a few seconds until both the young orphaned boy and the vile man heard a shout from downstairs, “Police!” one of the voices yelled followed by the front door slamming open. Olaf growled but decided it was better for himself to escape.

Once he was sure Olaf wasn’t trying to enter the tower room anymore, Klaus turned towards the window and for the first time during his stay with that greedy, violent monster, he began to cry tears of joy as he saw his sister still in the cage waving at him with an unsure smile.

“Sunny!” he yelled reeling in the birdcage and reaching his hands in there to try to hug her through the bars.

“Klaus!” Sunny cried back, putting her small hands around his arms.

“Sunny, where’s the key to the lock. Please tell me they left it.” Klaus said as he placed the birdcage holding his baby sister safely on the ground.

“Ocuclav!” Sunny shrieked pointing to a key on a nearby desk, this probably was her way of saying, “The key-shaped like an eye.”

Klaus hurried grabbed the key and unlocked the birdcage, pulling his baby sister out of it. He held on to her so tight, which was honestly hurting them both.

“Etiam,” Sunny said softly, which meant, “Klaus, you’re hugging me too tight.”

Klaus looked down at his baby sister and she could see he was still crying. “It’s all okay, now. It’s all okay.”

“Baudelaires!” a voice from behind the door called out. “Baudelaires! Are you in there!”

“Justice Strauss?” Klaus called out happily.

“Yes. Children, it’s me and Mr. Poe.”

The children could hear the usual fit of coughing that came from Poe and rolled their eyes. Klaus still holding Sunny stood up and opened the door.

“Did they catch him?” He asked.

“Unfortunately, no. We did see a long black car leaving the scene. So the authorities are going to be on the lookout for that.” Mr. Poe said.

“But...but….there’s no way, he would’ve escaped in time,” Klaus said. “Mr. Poe, you have to go after him.”

“Children. Let the authorities track down Count Olaf.” Justice Strauss said. “Come live with me. I can keep you safe.”

Klaus and Sunny looked at one another and smiled.

“Do you mean that? You really want us to live with you, Justice Strauss?”

Justice Strauss nodded. “Of course I mean it! I am very fond of you two lovely children, and I feel responsible for your welfare.”

“Now. Now. Wait here.” Mr. Poe started as he began to cough into his handkerchief. “I cannot let the Baudelaires be raised by someone who isn’t a relative.”

“Fucker!” Sunny yelled at Mr. Poe.

While Klaus looked at him angrily. “What are you talking about? Justice Strauss would be an appropriate guardian for Sunny and me.”

“That may be so. But your parents’ will is very specific…” Mr. Poe began before being interrupted by a strange auburn hair woman, accompanied by a man around her age.

“It is so specific, in fact, that your uncle, Dr. Montgomery, was designated by your parents as their legal guardian and has been waiting to hear from Mr. Poe.” the woman said.

“Dr. Montgomery? I’ve never heard of him.” Klaus remarked.

“Jacquelyn, what are you doing here?” Mr. Poe asked confused.

“This man is Dr. Montgomery’s assistant, Gustav, who was sent here by Dr. Montgomery to inquire about when the children would arrive,” she replied.

Gustav simply nodded and gave both Baudelaires a small smile. “It’s lovely to make your acquaintance, children.”

Klaus and Sunny looked from the adults to Justice Strauss, who looked like she was about to cry. She smiled at each child and first hugged Klaus and then Klaus handed her Sunny, so she too, could get a proper hug from the judge. “Mr. Poe is right,” she said sadly looking down at Sunny and then at Klaus. “He has to respect your parents’ wishes. Don’t you want to do what your parents wanted, children?”

Klaus and Sunny pictured their loving parents and wish more than ever that the fire had never occurred. Never, never had they felt so alone. They wanted very badly to live with this kind and generous woman, but they both knew deep down that it simply could not be done.

“I guess you’re right, Justice Strauss,” Klaus said finally as Justice Strauss handed him back his baby sister. “We will miss you very much.”

Justice Strauss wiped tears from her eyes. “I will miss you, too.”

Klaus frowned and looked to the three other adults. “Are you sure we can’t make an exception?”

Jacquelyn shook her head. “There is a vigorously fixed destination that your parents had in mind for you and it’s not with Count Olaf or Justice Strauss.”

Justice Strauss gave one big group hug to the two Baudelaire orphans. “Goodbye children. I wish you two the best in life.”

Klaus and Sunny were trying their best to hold back tears. “Thank you, Justice Strauss.”

“Bye-bye,” Sunny said waving at the judge. And with that Justice Strauss walked out of her neighbor's house with tears in her eyes.

While Mr. Poe and the two other adults continued talking about where the two children were going to stay tonight, Klaus excused himself and Sunny from the conversation and made their way back to their room. He quickly packed up their things as Sunny looked around in confusion at the random first-aid supplies that were thrown across the room and the blood that was stained on Klaus’ shoes.

“Nocere?” she asked as she handed him his shoes, which probably meant, “Did that fucker hurt you?”

Klaus frowned. “No. When I tried to rescue you, I injured myself and I guess I didn’t notice just how much blood I lost.”

Klaus lied to protect his sister. He didn’t want her to know the demons that would now haunt him. She was too young. She hadn’t even had a childhood, yet. If the authorities ever do catch up with Olaf, he hoped Sunny would forget everything that happened this past week and be able to move on with her life. He didn’t want her to suffer the way he did. If he can shelter her from any extra pain or misery that will befall them, then in a way he is keeping his promise to his parents. He didn’t know what the future held for the two of them and he did not know whether or not Count Olaf would be back. But he did know that he was all she had. He was going to do everything in his power to keep her safe from the treachery of the world.

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Lemony watched as the two children piled into Mr. Poe’s car. He was actually smiling. He knew that somehow Olaf got away but he hoped that Olaf wouldn’t be as lucky as he was and would be captured soon. Lemony watched as Mr. Poe drove away with the two Baudelaire children. Lemony, too, did not know what the future held for those two children or himself or his daughter but he did know that he had done good today. He had saved Beatrice’s children from that terrible man. It was a small win, but it was something. Maybe now he could focus solely on figuring out the cause of the fire.

Before Lemony could start up his taxi, Jacquelyn knocked on his window. He rolled down the window after putting sunglasses on. “You did good, Snicket,” she said smiling.

“Thank you,” he said. “Where’s Gustav?”

“He’s headed back home. Mr. Poe is going to deliver the children to Dr. Montgomery’s in the morning.”

He sighed. “They’re going to be indicted into VFD, aren’t they.”

She bit her lip. “Possibly. That’s up to Monty now. He is aware of Beatrice and Bertrand’s wishes…”

“So there’s a chance that he won’t?”

She shrugged. “VFD is a better option than Olaf.”

“That’s just picking the lesser of two evils.”

She shrugged again. “Sometimes life is like that, Snicket.”

“Well, I’ve done my part. Keep in touch if you ever need anything.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Are you sure you don’t need a ride home.”

“I’m good but thank you. I’m actually going to raid the house see if I can’t find anything important.”

“Suit yourself,” Lemony said as he drove off.

Lemony drove off in silence thinking that this story was over. I am here to inform that the story has only just begun. I would love to happily type up the words 'the end' but let's be real here, there's another...twelve editions...to this story to go and even The End will not be finished with the phrase 'the end'. This is something Lemony should have seen coming because he, himself, knew that no story has a true beginning or end. They were all woven into one massive story. And each smaller stories are simple interjections from the larger ones. Because the tale of Lemony Snicket does not end here. The tale of Violet Snicket does not end here. And the tale of the two plucky, unfortunate Baudelaire orphans does not end here.

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