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kitausuret · 2 years

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Multiples of 4 for SymbiOT3? Only as many of those as you want

For you, Dok, one of the first people on board this ship with me.. I will indulge this. Or at least a few of them.

4. Which one is more protective? Who needs to be ‘protected’?

This one is soooooo funny because @amaronith and I have literally discussed this and the answer is always "they all protect each other" but I feel like mostly Eddie and Flash's instinct is to protect the symbiote. I also though feel that whoever is at that moment bonded to the symbiote is probably more like... aware of the partner who is not being potentially more vulnerable? I think Flash is probably more foolhardy about it though. Symbiote or no he WILL throw himself into the fray. My precious himbo. 💖

8. What happens if one of them gets sick?

So, haha, I have 100% written this already for Flash and the symbiote, but that aside.. If one of the humans is sick, the first call is probably to May Parker because obviously they need her chicken soup recipe. Other than that, if Eddie is the one who's sick, he does not get to work, Mister don't even think about touching that laptop and all. Flash is a little bit more self-aware of his limitations but he gripes about it a lot. If the symbiote gets sick, they probably reach out to Reed Richards if they can because he's probably the closest they can get to an expert opinion while on Earth. Other than that, love and patience and lots and lots of fluids.

12. Do they have many heated arguments? How do they smooth things over?

I'm sure they have their fair share! Eddie and Flash are both pretty bull-headed and while it helps to have a third party, it also makes the symbiote sometimes feel like it's obligated to be a mediator (or tie-breaker). It's complicated when you literally know both of their brains. This sounds silly but they probably fall back on things they've each learned in therapy to de-escalate. 😅 It's important to have growth. They try not to go to bed angry at each other though.

16. Can they stay up all night just talking?

While it's romantic to think that they would I DO think that Flash has a tendency to drop off to sleep as soon as he starts getting tired. He can and will fall asleep to the sound of Eddie's voice. He is just exhausted. When Eddie has insomnia though I'm sure he and the symbiote stay up communicating, maybe silently. Or if someone stirs awake or can't sleep, the symbiote is always there.

20. Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship.

I didn't want to just say "Dust to Dust" by The Civil Wars again so... "Days of Thunder" by The Midnight. It's about the complexities.

Love is a fatal flaw / Is a broken jaw / Is a burning bridge

24. Who's more likely to give the other a massage?

Honestly the symbiote does it for them out of instinct. Eddie is tensed up like 99% of the time so he usually needs a shoulder rub. Man needs to learn to loosen his muscles or they'll start cramping.

28. What are there thoughts on pet names? Do they have any?

100% on Amaronith for this one but Eddie calls Flash "golden boy". It's that old trope of "this started out derogatory but now it's affectionate". For the symbiote, honestly I will just defer to canon for this ("love", "darling", and "dear" from Eddie; Flash is not very good at terms of endearment so hilariously he might stick to "partner", "friend" lmao but @dyradoodles had the galaxy brain idea of "sweetheart" so. yoink!). I like the idea of Flash calling Eddie "babe" it seems fitting.

For the symbiote, Eddie is its "heart" and Flash is its "light" but I've already explored that here like the SAP I am.

32. Who's the better story teller?

Eddie, probably. He has a natural flair for the dramatic but is also very long-winded. He has a wonderful way with words though and Flash and the symbiote like to listen to him talk. Like he could read the phone book and Flash would just gaze lovingly upon him for ages.

36. Who's more likely to fire up the stove at 2am because the other woke up in the middle of the night hungry?

Flash. Especially if he's having trouble sleeping. However, Eddie might be up at 2AM stress-baking (thanks @cannibal-wings for this HC.. wow, this is turning into a group effort huh).

44. Who would dance in the kitchen making dinner? Would the other join in or watch from the doorway?

Obviously depending on mobility situation, I feel like this is a Flash mood, and Eddie is probably in the doorway smiling. Unless the symbiote drags him over. Unless Flash has the symbiote and a tentacle reaches out and drags Eddie in hehe.

52. Describe their weekend getaway?

I really like the idea of them going upstate to visit Flash's mom regularly and maybe they go to like... a state fair or something that would be cute. They win the mega big prizes for random kids there. The symbiote makes itself sick on fried oreos.

56. What do they do turn the other on/put them in the mood?

Well... I'm not saying Flash can get turned on at the drop of a hat but, lol. Eddie likes to be wooed a little bit more, a build-up from a nice evening together is good. Maybe one of his favorite records. The symbiote might make a few suggestive comments, put a few ideas in someone's head. It enjoys this, too. ;)

60. Who pulls the other closer when they’re sleeping?

The symbiote! It likes to tug everyone together. Except when it's like, 100 degrees Fahrenheit outside. Then it's going to go sleep in the freezer. Eddie himself also tends to gravitate towards a sleeping partner, usually with just like an arm, but Flash will actively seek out warmth. Rudely presses his cold nose against Eddie's back, I'm sure. 🙄🤭

Wow this was so many but I did almost all of them!! Thank you for this though you know I am always weak for the symbiot3.

Ask me questions about my ships!

#asked and answered #symbiot3 #eddie brock #flash thompson #venom #i have truly been blessed to know so many wonderful and creative people.........so i can steal their headcanons lmao #but no seriously this was a delight to answer #truly the most ot3 of all time

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skyward-heir · 2 years

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some thoughts, because i need to purge myself:

i wish we could see a more morally complex world, them being pirates and all. not saying it isn't, but narratively it seems we're too limited to Stede's sanitized (dare i say, romantic) version of piracy: one where you can afford not to kill others—need not cast away parts of yourself—in order to survive, where your reputation isn't relevant because you don't need to board vessels for loot. protagonist-centered morality isn’t necessarily bad, but it'd be nice if s2 could change that a bit, what with Stede finally getting the "it's not about you" treatment. and please more female characters 🙏🏻

Oluwande, my beloved, i wish i was this cool. i just, i'm in awe at his common sense, his cuteness, his empathy! taking no shit from anyone! ahhhhh

congrats to Jim for having actually intelligible Spanish, for once, in an English-speaking production. i'm a native speaker (greeting from Argentina!), but my gods, why productions usually make it so hard to understand the designated Spanish-speaking character? (i know, expose yourself to other dialects outside your own, but like, sound mix teams do your job i beg you)

no thoughts, just... Frenchie 💖

didn't care at first for Lucius (might've been the sideburns i'll admit ajslkjk), but having the emotional braincell in this ship made me really like him

neither did i care for Stede, but like ✨ character development ✨ and gods he's great. love him. hopefully, the narrative will continue to push the whole 'be a little less self-centred my guy' thing. also i'd like for him to interact more with people who aren't Ed (and Ed with people who aren’t Stede). look i love their scenes together, but it'd be nice to see them outside the romance angle y'know?

Ed, honey, love you but please grow a beard again. it looks so good! anyway, been reading meta/headcanons on his Ambiguous Disorder™ and who he "really" is, but i think the outfit invites a comparison to... Road Warrior. in a world of nightmarish seas roads where "only those mobile enough to scavenge, brutal enough to pillage, would survive" and pirates gangs "took over the highways ready to wage war for a tank of juice", ordinary men like Max (a cop scared that he was beginning to enjoy the rat circus, only a badge saying he's a good guy) are "battered and smashed". despite taking his revenge, Max is the shell of a burn-out, desolate man, haunted by the demons of his past, who wandered out to a blighted place and learned to live again. (and that's like the intro only.) anyway, he lives in the wasteland, helping out only when it suits him, uninterested in companionship or a chance to rebuild his life. ("come with us." / "what are you looking for out there? [...] there is a better way!" → "i never get involved") yet there is kindness: even when he's lost everything, he can still reclaim his humanity. so where am i going with this? no idea. maybe it's about Ed being a legend, about struggling with trauma but surviving no matter what, about choosing solitude, about enjoying the violence, about atonement. that he needs to acknowledge forging himself in fire and blood, instead of handwaving it. (...also the outfit is mmgh 🤤)

how could i not sympathize with Izzy when he's out there living a Greek tragedy, victim of his own hubris, destined to fail and realize all too late he's only got himself to blame. that he's superfluous, unneeded in any way or form... least of all by Ed. ("i need you here"? where was that sentiment after the duel?) because they're not even friends, if Ed's to be believed. at "stages of fucking each other over" and all that. could there be more to their 'dysfunctional love' than the Intricate Rituals™? if so, the self-sabotage is all on him, isn't it? and no matter how 'deeply in love' Izzy is, he'll have to admit defeat to the man who's bested him in every single way that matters, who loathed him—and rightly so everyone would tell him—at first sight. (if he even lives until that point. alternatively, he'll have to fuck off for good so everyone can live happily ever after.) to admit that whatever he and Ed have matters so little that being maimed while he's completely vulnerable is acceptable. so, yeah, kinda tragic. i'd love a redemption arc for Izzy. like if the repressed white dude with far more privilege, who is consistently bad at not really seeing beyond his own needs unless someone calls him out, can change for the better, why can't Izzy? (something something palatable forms of trauma, something something Die For Our Ship at play, something something Steddyhands please askjlskj)

all three of them (Stede, Ed, and Izzy) i love precisely because they're flawed so i just can't understand the necessity of certain fans to reduce three-dimensional characters to 'never did anything wrong' while demonizing the other, instead of accepting it takes two to tango, as they say

#ofmd #meta #our flag meets death #ofmd meta #oluwande boodhari #jim jimenez #frenchie #lucius spriggs #stede bonnet #edward teach #izzy hands #(guess who watched the series for the first time two weeks ago)#skyward-tags #alternatively the guy he's loved for years decides to assault him #or guy puts 'jilted wife' in his place and no one bats an eye bc he 'enjoyed' it #wait that's not how it's supposed to be read as?

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trixxiephantomhive · 2 years

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August Minific Challenge day 04!!

@lovebugs-and-snakecharmers

Today’s prompt is “How don’t you know the difference between your left and right?”

(Prompt list: )

WC is 693

Fugitive!Luka and Mari are making their way to London this time.

It’s the dead of night, and Luka and Marinette are running down the silent streets of Paris, trying to catch a ride on any bus that hopefully won’t call the cops on them.

They stop by a bus and Marinette and Luka go to board it. After getting on, the driver immediately yells for them to leave or he will call the cops, and in the heat of the moment Luka draws the gun Anarka had forced him to take with him when he started packing up to run. “Drive us to the Gare du Nord and don’t call the cops.” Luka sits in the frontmost seat facing the driver as Marinette takes the spot next to him.

The driver spits at them and curses. “Always knew you Vigilantes were freakazoids. I bet you’ve always been working with Hawkmoth.” Luka feels an almost predatory hiss climbing his throat but holds a straight face and just gestures to the gun.

The driver shuts up and takes them to where they wanted to go and Luka quickly pulls Marinette off the bus. “He’s gonna tell the cops where we’re going. We should transform to be safe then throw clothes over top.”

“Okay… and Luka… you wouldn’t actually shoot anyone… Right?”

The boy stares at her and almost drops his gun. “Of course not! It's just… we’re already criminals… It… seemed scary… I’m sorry Mar.”

“Don’t worry about it.” She smiles and quickly transforms and throws clothes on as they board the train, Luka having done the same. “I haven’t ever seen that side of you.”

“It’s the part of me I never want to be.”

“Mysterious.” The couple starts to giggle, some of the adrenaline fading away, as they’re already another step to safety.

After a bit of a trip, they carry their few things to the small residence in a quiet part of town and knock on the door. A slim woman seeming to be almost an exact copy of Sabine appears, quickly pulls the two weary travelers inside and gives them some tea.

“Hello there. My Name is Shu-Yin.” The curt woman says to Luka. Throwing him off, mostly because he expected the calm and happy personality of Marinette’s mother. Which he then criticizes himself for being so dumb, knowing how diffrent heand Juleka are.

“Oh… Uh, this is Luka,” Marinette says, glancing at Luka and snapping in his face to bring him back from having zoned out.

He snaps back and looks at the ground “Apologies. I started thinking about my sister.”

The older woman nods. “Well you both could use the sleep. So let me show you where you can sleep. I assume sharing a bed isn’t something new for you two?”

“Are we that obviously dating??” Marinette exclaims in her usual jumpy nature.

“I only meant that most one bed hotel rooms are cheaper and that I assume you’re trying to save your Limited cash.”

“Uh… that too.” Marinette groans, feeling like she’s embarrassed herself. Luka silently wraps his arm around her as they are shown their newest bedding.

The couple sits down and they start to chat as they change into more comfortable clothes, and finally detransform. Luka collapses on the bed and Marinette crawls in next to him “Hey Mar, I think I scraped my hand getting off the bus.”

“Do you want me to put some cream on it to help the burn?”

“Please do.”

They both sit up and Marinette pulls out her first aid kit, a necessity when you’re a wanted criminal. She glances at him and smiles. “Which hand?”

“Left. Guess I’m not playing guitar for a day or so.” He smiles at Marinette kneeling in front of him. She starts to lift her hands and make L shapes, along with scrunching up her face to figure out which hand is which, after giving up she looks up. “Just give me the hurt hand.”

“Do you not know which is left?”

“Nope…”

“How do you not know the difference between your left and right?”

“Never learned. Now just give me your hand.”

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bitchfitch · 2 years

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potential that dream world thing plot summary:

Evan moves into a new house, over the course of the first few weeks strange things begin to occur. Items are moved or missing, sounds that cannot be explained away by pests or the natural settling of the building. it escalates from easy to shrug off to undeniable over those weeks.

At the same time his normal dreams are interupted or invaded by a strange figure he can never fully make out. He's not capable of lucid dreaming, or even remembering his dreams that well, so once he finally connects the two, and begins believing his ghost and dream problems are one in the same, he struggles to learn how to lucid dream

As soon as he makes the realization the ghosts activities grow bolder and more frequent and tend to last longer. With Evan even begining to hear the ghost speaking to him right before he falls asleep, but he can never make out what it's saying.

As he learns lucid dreaming he finally manages to find and speak to the ghost in a dream, but he's still limited on what he can say or do by his newness to it all.

The ghost praises him anyways, or at least Evan thinks he's being praised? He still can't understand it, but it seems friendly and in a lot more control of the dream than Evan himself was. It sorta nuzzles him in lieu of kissing him on the cheek, and he wakes up still able to feel the chill of it's mask against his skin.

After that Evan gets better at lucid dreaming, and the two grow closer and closer even with Evan still completely unable to understand what Evi is saying about 90% of the time.

This comes as a detriment to Evans real life. He leaves the house less and less and is becoming dependent on sleeping aids as his sad and boring life becomes even worse when compared to the dream world he's crafting with this beloved monster of his.

Evan is happy in his Dreamworld with Evi. He's happy in his cold and boring house when he feels Evi leaning against him, he's happy when he brings stuff home for the spector and feels like he's finally found a purpose that doesn't leave him drained and burned.

Evan is eventually able to manipulate the dream world almost as well as Evi, though Evi is always able to override Evan's changes while Evan can not do the same with Evi's quite yet.

Things go ok for a bit, before the dream is invaded by another force. Evi Can't convey what it is, as Evan still can't understand him, so he instead just kisses Evan and kicks him from the dream as a horrible army begins marching on their paradise.

Evan wakes up, and struggles to get back to sleep, exauhsting himself and medicating until he finally can. and he doesn't dream that night.

His shoes aren't hidden the next morning. No scribbles appear in the steam on his mirror, nor are their footsteps right behind him on the stairs when he goes down them.

He doesn't dream the next night either.

Or the one after that.

The desperate loneliness begins to set in as he tries to do everything he can to get back to Evi.

meditation, hallucinogens, dairy, nothing makes him able to dream. He's trying to contact a psychic medium when he Finally hears Evi for the first time in weeks. The phone call buzzes to static before Evi's voice comes over the line, the majority of it is still completely unintelligible, but Evan can understand him more than ever before and gets the gist of what has happened and what he needs to do.

The queen of the Dreamland has taken Evi hostage, She has a knight like Evi does with Evan. He just needs to find this knight and wake her up long enough for Evi to escape.

Now Evan just needs to find a mystery woman who... is asleep a lot. That's all he has to go off of. She/her pronouns, Evi reffering to her as Lady (something), and the fact she probably has to sleep a lot to maintain her presence as guard of Evi's cell.

He starts with the psychic medium, he's already paid for the session might as well see if she can find the mystery woman. That goes no where.

The forum boards he became an active member of in the early stages of this whole mess and which he still keeps tabs on isn't much help either, nor are the lucid dreaming ones.

He takes out adds in the local newspaper, hoping that Maybe the queen would have chosen her knight from a similar area, or the weirdness of the ads would make them viral, or just Something might finally lead him to the mystery woman.

She ends up finding him instead,

Approaching him at the local mystic shop Evan is trying once again to find absolutely any info he can in, and introducing herself as Evelyn. and saying they should chat.

she's friendly and polite and way to chill about all of this, in Evan's opinion. She explains a few key thing in that Convo

-she doesn't need to sleep constantly to keep up with Evla, she just plays her part through frequent bouts of meditation and daydreaming when she can't be sleeping.

-she has had success bringing Evla into the real world

-she can understand Evla perfectly, and the fact Evan still can't understand what Evi is saying means there's something about Evi as a person he doesn't understand yet.

-Belief is everything to this whole game, because it is Just a game, Evi was made more real in relation to Evan because Evan became more and more convinced of his realness.

-The fact it's all a game made up by dream monsters is important because it means they can always keep them in check by withdrawing their belief. and they can be just as powerful in the Dreamworld as their monsters so long as they can out imagine them

-And the monsters just want to have fun and tell each other an interesting story. They won't actually, permanently hurt or kill each other because doing so means the game is over. Evi isn't in any real danger.

Evan asks why he can't get into the Dreamworld without Evi around then,

and she says that's the problem right there. He thinks he Needs Evi to access the Dreamworld. The rules are all made up and he himself made up this one. she tells him that building habits or using ritual items can help him create belief if he can't do it on his own. Less saying "I can do this" to himself over and over again and more "I can do this because of this reason"

The two leave on good terms, promising to meet each other in battle outside Evi's cell as more of a joke than anything else.

Evan stops at the store, grabs a bag of Evi's favorite candy. and eats it after taking his sleeping pills, Telling himself that its Evi's favorite and so it will lead him to him.

Sure enough it works.

Evan is in his knights garb outside a tall twisting tower and before him is Evelyn, in a much cooler armor set.

He's obviously positioned as the under dog. and now understanding the rules of this world (and the fact Evelyn is just in it for fun too and Also wants a good story and not to actually keep him from Evi) he knows that being the underdog is what will give him his victory.

The two fight, and it's kinda clear Evelyn is going easy on him and coaching him a bit. but it still entertaining enough to both monsters that when he does "win" the gate immediately opens and Evi is in his arms again.

And Evan knows it's all made up, that this was all a stupid game, but having Evi back and safe with him once again is the best feeling in the world.

the games continue, the story twists and loops, but in the real world Evan is taking a lot of pointers from Evelyn and is happier than he's ever been. He's reading more books watching more shows and plays and movies and listening to music once more. He spent years in a deep depression where nothing made him feel anything. But now he's finally finding joy in Art once more because it's all inspiration for his part of the story. He has a purpose. He's the deposed kings knight. he's Someone.

Evi becomes more real in the physical world until he's able to wear Evan's shirts and stand physically beside him at the same time they're exploring a deep dark forest for a mcguffin in their shared day dream.

And it's perfect. It's a life that's so fucking perfect it takes weeks for Evan to realize what he's done.

Evi is physical now. He exists in the real world just as much as Evan does. He's escaped the dream entirely and other people seeing him has only cemented him as Real.

He isn't able to warp the real world quite as severely as he can the Dreamworld. but that's not saying much.

Evi is a monster trying to tell an interesting story. he's a monster who hasn't thought of death as real in centuries. He and Evla do not care that their games have casualties, because a background character is disposable reguardless of if theyre flesh and blood or a figment.

Evan and Evelyn know what they must do. Evi and Evla exist in the Dreamworld. their bodies here are figments that the two of them are supporting. They have to open the door for their monsters. They can lock them out by simply not imagining them in the real world.

Evelyn ends up spending even more time in the Dreamworld resorting to the same sleeping pills as Evan. Evla is mad, Really mad, but is still willing to wait her knights silly games out.

Evan breaks after only a week of locking them out of the real world. Evi accuses him of being just another prison guard keeping him locked away. Says he'll just find a different knight. One who won't abandon him as soon as he's inconvenient.

Evi leaves him. Refusing to let himself be found in the Dreamworld and actively leaving barriers and false trails between them to make Evan just leave.

It breaks Evan real quick. He opens the door for Evi the next morning, and begs forgiveness.

Evi doesn't. he's still upset and cagey and causing problems by the sheer force of his will.

Evan tries to cut him a deal. If he stops breaking reality for his own amusement then Evan will have no reason to keep him locked away.

Evi insists that's stupid. Why would he ever want to be in a world he couldn't play in? It would be too boring.

The rest of the story is Evan trying to convince Evi reality can be interesting too. He swears it, he just has to live in the moment. A thing Evan has finally learned how to do again.

#that dream world thing #i need to stop typing things out in the post editor #unsure about the ending bc i think its Too clean and happy #the alternative is that in their quests to quell the two monster Evan and Evelyn become monsters themselves #their real world warped until its basically just a second Dreamworld #one where theyre the high gods of it like Evi and Evla ar eof theirs #the story continues and reality is forgotten #until Evi and Evan are warring kings who still meet in the secrecy of night to rekindle the love thats been there for so so long #yeah i think thats it #glad i wrote that in the tags instead of the post itself #very helpful

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favoniuscodex · 3 years

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road trip headcanons [ genshin guys ]

prompt: road trip hcs for the genshin guys characters: albedo, childe, dainsleif, diluc, kaeya, scaramouche, xiao, zhongli w/ gn!reader word count: 2.3k words warnings: none? fluff, modern!au

a/n: for all the guys,,, besides the unreleased ones/ones we haven't met in quests HAHA

albedo

when asked to create a road trip playlist, albedo is the type to queue up scientific podcasts. he says they're relaxing and that being idle in the car is a great time to learn.

if he's not the one driving, he 100% has a blanket and is cozy in the passenger's seat. if there's no conversation, he might as well use the time to sleep, right?

but, if you ask albedo about his current research or begin to tell him about your day, he'll be wide awake and either listening or blabbing away. unlike how he reacts to most people, conversations with you never bore him.

if you do nag him into playing music instead, he'll play classical music. it's mentally stimulating, okay?

he'll have fun telling you species of trees that the two of you pass.

is an excellent driver. he's smart and driving is a piece of cake for him. probably the best driver of all of the guys listed here and he's very quiet with his frustrations as well.

if you let albedo fall asleep, he'll fill the car with soft snores before abruptly shaking his head as he sits up, awake.

if conversation lulls and he's not driving yet can't sleep, he'll pull out his sketchbook and (not-so-secretively) draw pictures of you.

... will likely ask to stop for ice cream. he has a sweet tooth... use it as a chance to steal a kiss with the excuse that he has ice cream on the corner of his mouth!

will plan what hotels you stop at ahead of time because albedo knows you'll get tired and he wants to ensure that you're well-rested, as compared to having to sleep in the car for part of the time.

childe

is a pretty decent driver but takes aggressive drivers as competition, so don't let this man drive in the city.

childe will stop for fast food if you'd like, but also enjoys preparing snacks for the two of you to take. look, he cut you a little bag of strawberries in the shape of hearts! he's kind of a dork about this so hype him up, he'll get flustered but in a good way.

has a playlist of 00's bops that he knows every single word to. WILL make you duet promiscuous with him.

he's pretty noisy, but burns out quickly in energy. after an hour or two of singing, he'll likely suddenly get kind of mellow and go quiet for a few minutes hehe.

will find anything and everything to talk about. he doesn't want you to get bored!

tries to drive the car more than you because he doesn't want you to feel obligated to drive ;;; he just wants you to relax!

will point out weird license plates or bumper stickers he sees on other cars.

whenever you two stop to use the bathroom, he probably ends up kissing you for several minutes in the parking lot lol

inadvertently messes up his sleep schedule by napping too much

definitely dreams of you in his sleep and sleep talks through it. the two of you can have a conversation while he naps in the car, but he won't remember any of it nor will his contributions even be coherent.

dainsleif

naturally, he's just kind of a... quiet presence. you'll have to handle the aux cord or start conversation, otherwise dain will sit there brooding in his own thoughts.

probably hasn't been on a road trip with anyone before, but finds himself really appreciating your company as he drives!

is a good driver but absolutely gets confused by toll roads. forgets his wallet in his luggage, which is packed securely in the trunk, so he's fumbling for spare change whenever the two of you pass one.

probably doesn't like fast food but will begrudgingly eat french fries from mcdonalds if you stop. (get him a happy meal... you can watch him fumble with the toy for a few minutes)

doesn't like to sleep if you're driving. he knows you're capable, he just has a natural tendency to worry that something will happen if you're not awake.

dainsleif will tell you stories of his past if you ask him, but only if you've been on the road for a few hours. there's something about the soft intimacy of being in the car with you for that long that makes him want to share parts of himself with you, but only if you wish to hear them.

if you two pass a truly scenic area, he'll stop to take your picture. he's sentimental, okay? it'll take a bit of coaxing to get him to take a selfie with you, though.

refuses to go above the speed limit. dain says they're there for a reason. however, if you call him a bootlicker for this, he refuses to go no less than 5 over the speed limit from then on.

doesn't recline his chair whatsoever. his legs and torso are perpendicular.

... will want to hold your hand as he's driving. sure, two hands is safer, but he likes the feel of your hand in his!

diluc

offers to just buy the two of you first class plane tickets to wherever you wish to go, even if it's only an hour or two drive away.

doesn't really get the appeal of a road trip at first, yet agrees to go anyways... he can't resist when you look at him with such pleading eyes.

after you explain the appeal to him, diluc nods as if he understands, then offers to pay for a driver so the two of you can sit in the backseat together. he clearly does not understand.

making diluc eat mcdonalds for the first time on a road trip. is baffled by the concept of a bts meal. eats it anyways. is slightly mad you got a happy meal and he didn't because he's jealous of the toy.

probably packs a whole charcuterie board as a snack or whatever lmfao but FRESH GRAPES,,, fresh grapes galore,,,

whips out a clear cup full of grape juice and starts chugging it while driving until you lecture him that a cop will probably think its wine and pull the two of you over.

if you're driving, diluc unabashedly just stares at you when he thinks you're not paying attention. he finds you pretty, okay?

doesn't really know the songs you play on the aux too well, yet hums along to them under his breath if he can pick up on the melody.

doesn't like small talk, but it's not small talk if it's you! diluc... might not be the best conversationalist for the hours you're in the car together, but he'll try, just for you!

will book a really nice hotel for the two of you then immediately just tugs you into bed with him. just because the two of you spent the whole day in the car together doesn't mean he's had enough of you yet -- it's not like he could just reach over and give you a hug in the middle of driving!

kaeya

the best music of all of the guys. easily the most trustworthy with the aux. probably has a pretty decent singing voice, yet won't sing louder than a soft melody.

likes to stop for fast food on the road, but also really tries to find local restaurants in the area for the two of you to eat at. he figures giggling with you in a booth is a nice break from the eyesore of the same repetitive scenes while driving.

whines if you don't hold his hand, whether it be you driving or him driving. you can't sit there looking that cute and not hold his hand.

will snore if he falls asleep so you're probably gonna have to wake him up whenever he dozes off if you want to stay sane.

definitely speeds but then nearly breaks whenever he sees a possible cop car. if you weren't awake before, you certainly are now whenever he abruptly changes the speed.

is really experienced with city driving, so if it makes you anxious, he's your best bet.

will randomly comment on how cute you look while driving and will also curse out anyone on the road who makes you angry while you drive. he's supportive! plus he finds it fun

likes to drive into the night. its especially nice for him if you're in an area with low light pollution. he finds the night sky fascinating and, much to your surprise, knows little constellations and will point them out to you.

likes to play a game when the two of you are on the road. he describes a person that the both of you know in abstract terms and your job is to guess them. whenever kaeya starts off with a negative description, you know he's talking about diluc.

he's often busy with work and kaeya finds that love is stored in the little things, so being able to spend this time with you, even if it's the mundane task of driving, means the world to him.

scaramouche

surprisingly doesn't get road rage. instead, he gets passenger road rage, in which he gets really angry if people seem like they're trying to fuck with you while you're driving.

very knowledgeable about little hole-in-the-wall places to stop on your drive... no, he didn't make an itinerary, stop looking at his phone!

doesn't really like to stop for fast food either. would prefer to stop at a sit-down restaurant, mainly so you can relax.

it's hard for you to irritate him, but you realize you can push his buttons by asking 'are we there yet?'. scaramouche will passive aggressively gesture to the gps and estimated arrival time.

if you ask him again immediately after he does that, he'll start muttering prayers in snezhnayan that you can't understand. if you didn't know him better, you'd be petrified.

this is your ONE CHANCE to smother him in compliments. he has nowhere to run away. instead, he has to sit there while you tell him how lovely and cute he is, all while slowly turning into a tomato in the process.

probably only wears pajamas during the road trip. why look fancy when you could feel comfy?

subtly offering snacks and drinks all the time to you. he just wants to make sure you're well taken care of, even if he can't necessarily communicate it in the nicest way.

you can tell he's about to fall asleep when he starts getting all sappy to you. you're his soft spot and scaramouche just... really wants you to know how much he appreciates you. no, he's not crying. harbingers don't cry. look away. your eyes are deceiving you, just like the stars.

xiao

bounces his legs constantly in the car. he doesn't ride them very often and is unused to the mechanical movements, so bouncing his leg soothes him.

also gets a bit antsy after a while, so he's nearly clawing at the walls by the time the two of you stop to take a break and walk around.

clenches the steering wheel a bit too hard... but you don't comment on it. he looks tense enough while driving.

surprisingly has pretty decent music. it's likely just a generic lo-fi playlist he found on spotify, but its a far cry from what you expected him to actually play.

like diluc, xiao will stare at you while he's driving. he's an admirer, and he finds the way your brow subtly furrows as you see something in the distance to be utterly mesmerizing.

call him out for it and he gets all embarrassed, but will also grumble about how he loves you under his breath.

he's kind of clumsy with a kamera whenever the two of you stop, but he likes to take pictures of everything!

sometimes, when the two of you are sightseeing wherever you decide to stop, you'll suddenly notice that xiao is no longer by your side. look behind you and you'll find xiao stopping to pet and talk to any dog that the two of you pass.

likes to buy you little trinkets from gift shops if they remind him of you. oh, the little sculpture is the same color of your eyes? oh, it's an object that has your birthstone in it? oh, it's a cute stuffed plush of your favorite animal? xiao's secretly buying it while your distracted and giving it to you in the car.

zhongli

music isn't very necessary when you have thousands of years of information stored in one being right next to you!

likes to use the road trip as driving practice... he's still acclimating to living with humanity.

uses a gps just in case roads have changed, but is very familiar with the terrain and tells you stories about different areas you pass through.

isn't too familiar with the human side of things, so it's up to you to figure out where the two of you will stop for lunch and dinner. just... no seafood for him, please.

likes to hold your hand while he's driving and rub his thumb back and forth of your knuckles. he finds it comforting.

you had to explain to him what a road trip consisted of before the two of you set out (as, y'know, he used to be a god and is used to teleporting places) and zhongli is utterly enthralled by the concept.

part of humanity that zhongli is still trying to grasp is how it's okay if results aren't immediate. sometimes the fun is found in the journey, not the destination, and zhongli truly understands that during his road trip with you.

while he has eons of information of his own life to share, zhongli also enjoys sitting back and discussing your own life stories. sure, they might not be as grand as tales of the archon war, but they're you, so zhongli adores them nonetheless.

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razorblade180-heated · 2 years

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Just a drop between

[Smut, you’ve been warned]

Booze! Nothing takes a festival to the next level like booze. With Inazuma becoming open to the world and the battles put behind us, joy spread amongst the people; and Beidou had brought the people a way to celebrate. All along the port her sailors passed booze through the night, mingling with the citizens over feasts and story. As music played and people sung, Kazuha found himself content with his saké onboard the Alcor watching it all. Sailors boarded and hopped back off multiple times but it was shockingly not the main spot of the party. Captain Beidou no doubt told her men and the people that despite this being a party, she expected her ship to leave with the same amount of scratches it pulled into port with. Either way, it was a perfect night, then a cheerful voice on the wind made it all the better.

“Kazuhaaaaaaa!”

He looked to his left to see Yoimiya running aboard. The samurai put his drink down and welcomed her with open arms as she jumped into them, going as far to even given him a tender kiss

“I knew I’d find you here. You love your vantage points. So what’s up, didn’t think of stopping by?”

“I did, but I could also hear you tell you father goodbye as you started running this way.”

Her face turned red. “H…Hey! Don’t go listening in so casually! I’d like my embarrassing moments to stay between me and the neighbors asking if I still have all my fingers.” She wiggled them for dramatic effect.

“Please be careful. Though I suppose I don’t have to worry for a while. I heard about the ban.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me!” She leaned against him and sighed, “I totally get it, but it’s a real bummer ya know!? If only books and literature were fireproof.”

“That would be a sight to behold. Unfortunately, I don’t even believe an Archon could pull off an achievement like that. Have you been keeping busy?”

“Uh huh. Met this adorable little girl named Klee. We’re like kindred spirits! Helped her write a book and everything.”

“Oh? Will I have a chance to read your work?”

“Depends, will I get to hear a poem from you?” She teased, making him blush as she placed her hand under his chin.”

Kazuha gave a smirk, “So you want me to be the chatty one?”

“I could listen to you forever. She kissed him again. Being with him always made her mood better than it usually was. Even if all they did sometimes was enjoy each other’s company in silence.

They took a moment to watch the festival, leaning on one another. Yoimiya eventually noticed the saké. As she reached for it, Kazuha casually grabbed the bottle and slid it out of reach.

“Booooo! I want some.”

“Since when do you drink?” He chuckled.

“Rarely, but I can; did you forget I’m almost a full year older than you?”

“Considering the look you had when you learned that out, no. Why now?”

“It’s not like I’m in charge of anything at this festival.” Yoimiya avoided his gaze. “Also…we’ve never shared a drink together so I thought it’d be cute or something.”

It’s confessions like that which made Kazuha believe he somehow found the cutest girl the world had to give. How could anyone make drinking sound so wholesome!?

“This is strong stuff. Especially if you’re not used to-”

Yoimiya leaned over his body and took the bottle along with his saucer. “Relax, no pyro is afraid of a little burn. It’s not my first drop of alcohol.” She poured an appropriate amount and drank it just as fast. “See?”

“Hmm, consider me impressed.” She didn’t even cough or anything. “Still, be mindful of your limit.”

“Please, I wouldn’t be surprised if you were the lightweight between us.”

Kazuha paused for a moment. Clearly she was having fun. All of this was a relaxing and wonderful time. However, perhaps he’s spent one too many times with Beidou, because that sounded like a challenge that couldn’t be ignored. He intended to, yet somehow, for some mysterious reason, Kazuha already found himself pouring a bit more than he usually does in front of her. He gulped it down, then handed the drink to her without a word, to which she poured her fill and so on. Surely this wouldn’t get too off the rails.

xxxxx

It was the dead of night, and the festival still raged on. With an empty bottle on the ship and balance that swayed like the waves itself, a flushed Kazuha did his best to guide an equally intoxicated Yoimiya through the ship’s haul.

“I win!” She hiccuped, giggling the entire time.

“It…it’s totally a draw you dork.” His grin was practically ear to ear.

“Nah, my portions were way bigger.”

“Well I was drinking before you showed up so ha.”

“Heh, okay, okay, we’ll call it a draw.” Yoimiya stumbled a little, but caught herself with his help. “Woah. Guess the seas are getting rough. Say, let’s go dancing! Music is still playing.”

“I think…that’s not for the best.” It’s a blessing in disguise that he's used to Beidou’s drinking parties and attitude. “We’d probably fall trying to leave the boat.”

“Pfft, you can basically fly. Hey…where are we going again?” She hummed.

“You need to lay down for a spell.”

“But I have a bed at home silly. We can get food on the way.”

Kazuha felt himself nearly going along with the logic, but remembered why that would be dangerous. Not because of the people on the way. He’d no doubt sober up quickly if he saw a sword drawn. No, the concern was putting a drunk in a fireworks shop during a festival that’s banned fire! Even if it wasn’t, Yoimiya might actually have less fingers to wiggle!

“We’re staying on the wet, less flammable water. My sleepy quarters is closer.”

Yoimiya’s eyes widened, ah, okay.” She continued humming. It was a few moments later when they reached the humble room, filled with books, a zither, and a cozy bed.

As Kazuha went to help lay her down, Yoimiya suddenly grabbed his wrist, surprising him with a slow, deep kiss that made his already flushed face turn redder as she coaxed him into opening his mouth wider for her tongue to play with his. The heated kiss ended and Kazuha let out a gasp as he felt Yoimiya bite his neck.

“Y..Yoi~” he groaned, unable to resist.

Yoimiya draped her arms over his shoulders. She gave a flirtatious look filled with want. “What? Did you really just bring me to your bed just for me to sleep?”

“I…well…” he couldn’t think properly. Not just from his own alcohol, but the scent of it on her breath that grew closer, until their lips met once again. Somehow, tasting the saké on her was more…intoxicating. Their minds drifted into a haze.

Creaking floorboards were accompanied by yearnful moans. Kazuha leaned too far forward and both found themselves falling onto the bed with Yoimiya managing to be on top of him. Her hand couldn’t stop from running underneath his kimono; feeling his warm, toned body as he groaned from her fingers their slow disrobing. Yoimiya moved her body downward until her face was above Kazuha’s waist. Her fingers curled around his shorts and tights, pulling them down. Yoimiya was greeted with his growing erection nearly hitting her nose as it sprang up. The strong scent he had made her body shudder. Without hesitation, Yoimiya wrapped a hand around the hot shaft then gradually enveloped it into her mouth. She could her a husky grown leave his lips as his length twitched against her tongue tracing along the shaft while her head methodically bobbed up and down. She too couldn’t stop from moaning, his taste growing stronger as the tip leaked his essence.

Kazuha could only watch as his girlfriend made his hips ache. He placed his right hand against her face, unsure if he was trying to spur her on or ask for mercy. The simple touch made Yoimiya look up into his eyes as she continued. The immense desire her orange eyes held made him more defenseless.

Seeing Kazuha so needy only made Yoimiya go a little harder. The hand on her face began guiding her rhythm, increasing it slightly. His moans became louder and Yoimiya could feel an ache of her own being to drip down her leg. With a final twitch, a thick load shot into her mouth, spooking her. Yoimiya slowed her pace and savored Kazuha’s reaction, lapping up every last drop before removing herself from his still fully erect length. The taste traveled down her throat and made her body feel unbearably hot. Hotter than the saké ever did. Yoimiya let her hair down and kicked off her shoes. She was seconds swap from disrobing completely when Kazuha grabbed her by the waist and put her on her back.

The delicate touch of a swordsman’s finger gripped her thighs. Kazuha had no reservations kissing her roughly despite what just took place and it made her swoon even more. The wraps were undone effortlessly in the process and Yoimiya could feel the heat of his length run along her slick folds as he rocked his hips.

“Don’t tease me~” her breath hitched. “I want it.” The tip slid lower before sinking into her in one slow thrust that made Yoimiya grip the sheet on either side of her face. She could feel him begin to pull out the point of almost leaving her empty, before filling her up again with a sudden thrust that forced a moan from her. Again and again Kazuha thrusted, building a rhythm and rocking the bed.

The young men grunted in strained pleasure, fighting off his urge to cum so soon. Every part of her was so tight and unimaginably hot that Kazuha felt as if he was going to melt. The sounds of her whimpers and cries spurred him on to go faster. The only thing louder the creaking wood was their voices and the sound of wet flesh smacking against each other. Kazuha watched her chest bounce out of her clothes. His hands acted on their own, groping the mounds of flesh and kneading them like dough. His fingers slipped in between the spaces, freeing them completely.

Yoimiya felt his breath against them as he leaned down, her legs now over his shoulder, pinning her. Kazuha’s left hand kept massaging her chest, lips and tongue and began playing with her right tit, licking and sucking on it feverishly. Yoimiya, overwhelmed, covered her mouth in an ill attempt not to be too loud.

“Ka..Kaz-wa…wait~” she muffled, trying her best not to lose herself entirely, but to no avail. Kazuha shifted his position, now thrusting straight into her and dragging the tip up and down a spot repeatedly that made Yoimiya’s hips spasm. “Aaaaah~”

He felt her grip on him squeeze tighter than before, nearly sending him over the edge. Kazuha focused on scraping that spot without mercy; listening to her loud cries and feeling her get wetter. He released her captured nipple and looked at her crimson red face. Strands of hair stuck to her face. “I can feel you shaking, quivering around me.” He took his hands and pinned her wrists above her. Slowly, he leaned into her ear and whispered, “Let me hear you, Yoimiya.”

Nothing in her could deny such a request. “Aaaghn, Kazuha! Kazuha~” he nipped at her ear as she called for him. His thrusts got rougher and the grip on her wrists brought a pain Yoimiya wanted more of. Unfortunately, all things end. His throbbing length became relentless and her own legs trembled until one final thrust went in deep; hot ropes of Kazuha’s cum shot into Yoimiya, bringing her own orgasm to light. A voiceless scream left her as her body was hit with intense pleasure. Kazuha’s hips still rocked slowly, drawing out both of their pleasures until he finally left her. He moved back to free her legs as well.

Both were panting heavily, their lungs burning. Kazuha, now sweaty, tossed off the rest of his clothes; even if it was a little late to do so. Despite the workout, he still felt rather drunk.

“Yoi, are you oka-” he was cut again, another kiss silencing him. Like before, Kazuha was put on his back. The kisses ended and he got a good look at Yoimiya. Her clothes were falling off her body; flushed cheeks matched his and the constant rise and fall of her chest from her breathing only made the look she gave him all the more in awe.

“More. I still want more.” Yoimiya leaned down, pressing her body against his as they made out. Her hand reached behind and stroked Kazuha back into a firm erection before inviting him back inside, making him kiss rougher with his tongue still drenched in saké. At this rate, sobering up would be impossible.

xxxxx

Dawn broke. The night’s party had long since ended with the joy of the stalls taking its place. On the Alcor, Kazuha and Yoimiya began to wake, all their clothes long removed and minds sober. Gradually the two sat up as they tried getting their bearings. Their sleepy eyes met. Slowly last night’s events became unclouded, bringing redness back to both of their faces.

Yoimiya pulled the covers up to face. “I’m sorry.” She said, embarrassed and muffled.

“Don’t be. We both got carried away.”

“Yeah but I really got carried away!” She started remembering the things she did, and more importantly, the fact that Kazuha was totally trying to simply give her a safe place to sleep. “I totally want to throw myself in the ocean right now!”

Kazuha tugged the cover down to see her face. “Things happen. You act like you plotted to get me drunk or as if we haven't slept together before.”

“Yeah but, we’ve never acted like that before.”

His blush grew. “Yeah, yeah that was a first. Still, it’s not as if I didn’t…love it.” He admitted. “We were drunk. No harm done.”

Yoimiya hid her face against his chest. “I’m a little embarrassed is all. You were so…I mean I so…” thinking about it only made her flustered. She wasn’t the only one. Against his will, Kazuha was thinking about it too. At least, his body was. A noticeable tent was being pitched under the covers that Yoimiya couldn’t help but notice.

“S…Sorry.” Kazuha said quickly, embarrassed. It was impossible not to think of their behavior last night. It never felt so instinctual, primal even. Saké is a dangerous thing. “It’ll go away.”

“…Do you…want to do it again?

His eyes widened, watching Yoimiya sheepishly straddle him, his erection pressing against her stomach. Her face was dark red like last night, but this time there wasn’t a drop of alcohol between them. Steeling himself, Kazuha cupped her face in his hands then pulled her into a kiss. It didn’t feel as rough as before, but Kazuha definitely felt all the passion.

Yoimiya raised herself up then back down, letting him inside. It was as if her body remembered as well. Her core ached and though her hips were tired, they rocked back and forth on their own. Moans returned in between breaths. Kazuha’s hands rested on her hips and helped keep things steady. Yoimiya felt her heart swell. How did this feel just as good as last night? His lips kissed her neck and traced down her figure. Her body remembered it all.

“Kazuha, I love you.” She moaned softly, heart pounding from her own words.

Kazuha immediately stopped kissing downwards and went right back up to give a proper, gentle kiss. “I love you too.”

She felt him lean forward until she laid on her back. Yoimiya wrapped her legs around his waist while her arms clung to his back. Her body jolted as she felt him move, pressing against the spot from before. “Mmnph! Why’d you have to remember that too!?” She whined, unable to stop her voice every time he grazed it. “So good~”

“I can still feel you quiver.”

“I’m not gonna last long this time.”

“Same here” he grunted. Kazuha kept his pace. He felt Yoimiya’s nails dig in a little. The two of them shared a look and a smile, before kissing for what had to be the hundredth time.

Yoimiya could hardly think. Here she was, underneath her love again, and feeling as if she’s about to soar. She didn’t want him to stop kissing her for anything. His right hand took hold of her left and held it against the mattress, fingers interlocked. He made sure to never stop hitting that spot without fail until she came once again. This time, she sent him over the edge and got another load rushing inside her. Their bodies tensed before finally relaxing. Kazuha propped himself up to not crush her. Before he completely moved, Yoimiya raised her hand to his face.

“Can you…say it one more time?”

Kazuha smiled, “I could say it a thousand more times.” He kissed her forehead gently. “I love you.”

xxxxx

How did it end up like this? Yoimiya kept thinking that as she sat in a bathhouse. Before she was embarrassed about the saké. Now she couldn’t believe they had sex just after waking up! Her heart wouldn’t stop fluttering. It felt so…warm. Truly warm, and better than the night before. Though…she wouldn’t mind if Kazuha ever wanted to get that serious again. Yoimiya couldn’t look at her wrists without blushing.

“Agh, what a mess! Get your head out of the gutter!”

The bathhouse door opened and to her shock, Beidou came in and sat down in the soothing water.

“Ahhh nothing like a good bath to wash away yesterday’s shenanigans, amiright?”

“Yeah, you said.” She laughed nervously. Yoimiya was shocked nobody had looked at her funny or said anything about her leaving the Alcor when she did. Then again, everyone was either hungover or asleep. Beidou wasn’t any wiser it seemed.

“Got any plans today?” The captain asked.

“Ummm just rest. That’s all.”

“Nothing wrong with that. I’ll probably do the same.”

……….

“You know…” Beidou smirked, “there are some sounds even the waves can’t drown out.

“I’m sorry !” Yoimiya yelled, diving under the water to hide.

“Hahahahahaha!”

On the men’s side, Kazuha had his hands in his face, devastated. Leave it to Beidou to always know what goes on aboard the Alcor.

#genshin impact #kazuha kaedehara #yoimiya naganohara #genshin ships #kazumiya

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catxsnow · 3 years

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BAD DAYS G.L.

Request: Hi! I would like to ask for a request about Gar. The situation would be that, the reader (who is part of the Titans) had a tough week, Dick made them even more than usual with Jason which occasionate that Gar and them barely spend time together, so that with the fact that they were feeling pretty down and sad, how would Gar react when he went to see how his s/o and Jason were training and he sees his s/o crying beacuse Jason was upset about a little thing and yelled at them, this usually wouldn't even bother the reader but they had a though week. So how Gar would react to that. English is not my first language so I hope that you can understand me, and I'm sorry if is too long this request, if is to long tell and I will tell you something different. Thank u for your time ♡♡

Warning: fluff, Jason being an ass,

A/N: hello everyone! Just wanted to let you all know that I won’t be posting fics as often. I used to try to get them out every three days or so but ir’ll probably be more like once a week now. School started back up again and to be honest, I was draining myself trying to get that many out. Thanks xx

Word Count: 1.4k

Gar usually knew when you were having a bad week. He could see it in your eyes, the way you held yourself, most importantly your lack of communication with him. He always tried his best to make you feel back like yourself when you were in a rut like this. This week, you barely had the chance to see him.

Dick was pushing you both harder than before that week. You knew he had his best intentions in mind but it was absolutely draining. Hours upon hours of training, readings, life skills that you apparently didn't know you needed. He was getting you ready for the outside world as best as he could.

Which meant that your hours spent with Gar dwindled and you were stuck with Jason or Rachel half the time. He was the most experienced out of the four of you - and being without powers as well it made sense for you to be teamed up with him. As much as you'd rather be goofing off half the time with Gar during spars, you knew, in the long run, it wouldn't help.

It was the same that day as any other. Pushing yourself to your limits, Jason going as hard as he could on you. As badly as you wanted to be cuddled in bed with your boyfriend - Dick was right you needed to be pushed harder. The slacking off had been going on far too long and it was time to get your butt in gear.

Reluctantly, you pushed on through the spar, wanting for this to end so you could finally spend a much needed night with Gar. It had been days since you had seen him last - which wasn't helping with your already foul mood.

Jason had been trying to teach you this new move for days now. It was a far more complicated one than you were used to and it was evident that your ability to perform it was lacking. Not only were you getting frustrated by the struggle, but so was Jason. It had only taken him a few tries to learn it when Bruce first showed him.

He wasn't used to taking the time to go through things like this. Unfortunately, his little amount of patience was already dwindling down. At another failed attempt, Jason had finally lost it. The moment that you slammed down on the mat with another loss, he had expressed himself in full.

"Fuck (Y/N)! It's not that hard why the hell are you taking so long to get this! If you can't even learn this one move then maybe you aren't meant to be here!" Jason yelled at you. He had instant regret for his words. Immediately, tears started pooling in your eyes at his harsh words. "Wait, no that's -"

You never heard the rest of his pathetic attempt at an apology. Jason was left alone in the training room as you stormed off towards your own room. The heat of his words burned through you, tearing apart the small shred of strength you had left. The week had already been awful, but Jason had given the icing on the cake.

Usually, his demeaning words never got to you. Jason was poor at keeping himself in line but that didn't mean that you let his anger bother you. Today, this week, it had all been so terrible that it had affected you far worse than you imagined it could.

Maybe you didn't belong on that team, maybe he was right. Or maybe he was just a jackass who didn't know how to keep his own feelings in check. Either way, the slam of your door surely could be heard from where he remained alone. It also went heard by your boyfriend only two doors down.

Less than a minute after you had been curled in your bed, tears streaming down your face, a soft knock emitted. As badly as you wanted to be alone, Gar wouldn't give up - and not to mention you owed him an explanation at your sudden mood change. With a weak response, Gar slipped into your room and locked the door behind him.

Gar didn't say anything. He simply crawled into your bed and snuggled up against you. His chest flat against your back, leg over top of yours to keep you completely trapped in his loving embrace. For some stupid reason, it made you cry harder. If Jason was right, that you didn't belong there, then it meant you didn't belong with Gar either.

The thought of losing him hurt more than anything. Your sobs echoed through the room. Gar squeezed you tighter. He didn't ask what was wrong - not until you were ready to tell him. His hold on you was the only thing that mattered.

As your sobs turned quiet, Gar got you to flip towards him. You nuzzled into his neck as he kissed the top of your head. His hand stroked up and down your back, filling you with the comfort that you needed. With a shaky breath, you pulled away from him.

"What's going on baby?" Gar asked, continuing his motions. He had missed you all week too. It was always rough having to focus on other tasks rather than each other. For so long it was easy to just be so consumed with one another that the rest of the team - and your responsibilities - seemed irrelevant.

When things changed, you thought a strain would be put on your relationship. Instead, it seemed to make your bond stronger. Gar would always love you - even when your time together was less and less every time.

"Everything," your voice cracked. Gar frowned at your response. He pecked your lips once before encouraging you to keep on. "Just, not getting to see you this week and Dick going so hard on us. And just now Jason yelling at me for not being able to get this stupid fucking move down and- and maybe he's right! Maybe I don't belong here!"

"(Y/N) of course you belong here," Gar assured. "You were meant to be here, we were meant to be here. Jason gets upset at himself and projects it onto others - he's been doing that for months now. I'm sorry that he yelled at you, but whatever he said don't listen to him. He's wrong."

"But-"

"But nothing, babe," Gar cut you off. "If Dick believes you in then you belong on the Titans. I believe in you, I'll always believe in you." His thumb wiped along your cheek to brush away the stray tears that you had. As always, his touch was inviting. "Do you want me to go full beast mode on him?"

For the first time in days, you let out a laugh. It brought a smile to his face as well. "As much as I'd love to see that happen, I don't think Dick would appreciate it very much," you matched his smile. Gar leaned into kiss you again, this time far more than just a peck and a sure way to express his love towards you.

"You know, I think Dick might actually be on board," Gar continued to joke. It was evident that there was always tension between Dick and Jason. Many nights of joking with Gar about who was going to lose it first and who would win. It was entertaining to say in the least. "Last chance."

"He's not worth your time anyways, my love," You rolled your eyes as he let out a growl. The second that you were back in his arms your mood instantly boosted. Gar always seemed to have that effect on you. "I love you, Gar."

"I still think I should go kick his butt," he playfully narrowed his eyes. Even with his powers, Gar was still wary of being able to beat Jason. Anyone trained under Batman had to be extremely skilled. Nonetheless, he was always willing to put himself on the line for you. "I love you too, (Y/N). Always."

#gar logan #garfield logan #gar logan imagine #gar logan one shot #gar logan x reader #beast boy #beast boy imagine #beast boy one shot #beast boy x reader #dc titans #titans #titans imagine #titans one shot #dc imagine #dc one shot #dc #fluff

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imgoingtohellsofuckit · 3 years

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Spencer Can’t Keep A Secret

Spencer x Reader

Warnings - None? Implied sexual themes but nothing happens

Summary - Y/n and Spencer have been secretly dating. They’ve been trying to hide it from the team but Spencer can’t seem to play it cool.

Word Count - 1.6k

Spencer was trying not to be distracted however he was absolutely failing at it. When you and Spencer decided to keep your relationship between the two of he thought it would be a breeze. He made it through months of pining after you without anyone picking up on it. Or well if they did they never mentioned it to him. However, this was different. It was harder. All he wanted to do was kiss you. On the jet. In the office. Hell even in the back of the SUV. But he knew he couldn't risk it. Both of your jobs are on the line. What would Hotch say if he found out two of his agents were messing around behind his back. Spencer was worried he'd reassign one of you. Or worse he'd fire one of you. Or both of you. Sure he didn't fire or even reprimand Penelope when everyone found out about her and Kevin but they weren't on the same team- or even on the same floor. You and Spencer were supposed to be on this team together and a relationship might threaten your work relationship. Or at least that's the reason Spencer came up with as to why it was a bad idea.

He came up with about thirty reasons. But none of those reasons meant anything to him at the end of the day. All that mattered is that he loves you...

But that's what got him in this problem. Hell loving you was the problem because all he wanted to do was show you just how much he loves you.

"Spencer- Spencer!" Hotch says at once. The boy snaps his eyes away from your frame back to Hotch. Chuckling weakly. "Are we boring you?"

"No sorry sir," Spencer says softly. You chuckle lightly as Hotch scoffs lightly. He goes back to going over the case. They were going to be landing soon. They should be focusing on the case. Spencer knows that. He knows he needs to go into this with a clear mind. But how is he supposed to focus on everything when someone this fantastic was standing right there. As Hotch wraps up his explanation Y/n moves to sit beside Spencer.

"Nice going Loverboy," She chuckles lightly, "you gonna be able to make it?"

"I'll be fine," He says, "but the second we get away from them just know I'm getting you back for distracting me."

"No my fault I'm irresistible," She chuckles, "maybe you should learn better self-control."

"I was a 24-year-old virgin I think I know self-control," He chuckles. She laughs lightly. Looking back to the case. Trying to at least look like she's trying to work. Considering how important catching this unsub is they really should be focusing. She isn't trying too hard. Spencer can tell that much when she moves to rest her hand on his thigh. The first thing he does is look around to see where the others are looking. Morgan and Emily were talking about some book. Hotch and Rossi were going on about different ways to approach this profile. And JJ was busy shifting through the case files. No one would notice the small touch and even if they did it's not like it wasn't something they did before they dated. Y/n and Spencer were always touching each other like this. Even if Spencer wasn't the biggest fan of touch people he always let her touch him.

"They aren't looking at us Spencer," She assures him, "don't worry." He nods lightly. Trying not to seem too nervous. However, his bouncing knee more than gave him away. She moves her hand from his thigh to rest it on his knee. Trying to help him relax with the action. However, the contact was enough to drive him up the wall.

The plane couldn't land fast enough. The second they got off the Jet Hotch split the two of them up. Reid was with Morgan. Y/n with Emily.

"You are extra tense today," Morgan says as he drives along the open roads. They were heading to the last crime scene. However, that didn't stop Morgan from checking on his friend how seemed more wound up than normal. And that's saying something. "You alright?"

"Yeah yeah," Spencer says quickly, "I mean- it's nothing really." Morgan nods. However, he's not convinced. But he decides to give in. Spencer tries to put you out of his mind to focus on the case. But when you guys meet back up he can't help but move to take your hand. You don't pull it away. Both of you know you should have. Because the look the others give you speaks for itself.

"Spencer I know it's a nasty burn but you don't have to keep checking it," You say as you gently pull your hand away. Lying with ease. "I promise I'm taking care of it."

"Burn?" Emily asks.

"I was on the phone with Spencer the other night telling and I grabbed a pot that hadn't cooled down all the way," She explains, "he doesn't think I've been treating it the proper way." She moves her eyes to Spencer and smiles lightly. "But I promise I'm taking care of it, Spencer." He's grateful for the save.

The next slip up happens when they get to the hotel that night. The entire BAU got paired up due to limited rooms. Spencer and Morgan were staying together, while Y/n and Penelope were partnered up. At some point, Penelope stepped out to call Kevin. Trying to talk to him about something that came up. The second she left Spencer had slipped into the room.

"I've wanted to kiss you all day," Spencer sighs as he moves towards her. She chuckles patting the spot beside her on the bed. She moves to peck his cheek first. He whimpers slightly. Clearly wanting more than the sweet action. He pulls her into a hungry kiss. It's sloppy and desperate. But she doesn't mind. He can barely help himself as he moves hungrily along her neck. Biting and sucking lightly. She moans lightly. Spencer is slightly red-faced at the sound. But boy does he want to hear it again.

"Spencer~"

"I love it when you say my name like that," He says moving to pull her into a deep kiss. He moves along to her jaw again. Wanting to hear the sound again.

"Spencer-"

"Mmm-"

"No Spencer," She says pushing him away. He looks to see Penelope and JJ walking into the room. His eyes widen as his girlfriend jumps away from him.

"Woah Spencer, what are you doing here?" Penelope asks, "I thought you were with Morgan."

Spencer fumbles lightly with his words. Y/n chuckles.

"Morgan was flirting with that detective again and Spencer didn't really want to stay and listen to it," Y/n tells them, "I can't blame him- Morgan's game is hard to listen to." The girls chuckle lightly. Knowing exactly what she meant. "I'm gonna walk Spencer back to his room."

The girls nod. She waves him along. Leading him out the door. Once free of the others she sighs in soft relief.

"Jesus that was close," She sighs, "sorry Spence I think we have to play it extra safe until we get back home. Think you can handle that on your own?" Spencer's face goes red as he looks down at his situation. "Sorry handsome." She moves to cup his cheek. "I better get back there- we all have to get to bed soon. We don't know when Hotch will come to wake us all up."

"Right," Spencer sighs. She pulls him into a quick kiss before moving off to her hotel room. Spencer suddenly really needed to take a nice cold shower before anyone else see's him.

The next day he's trying to follow their plan to be extra safe. He keeps to himself. However, his eyes keep drifting to her. His hands always find hers. Any excuse to touch her he takes. All that he could hope is all the other profilers couldn't pick up on it with everything happening.

When they get their unsub for the cops he couldn't be happier. All he wanted was to get home and be able to finally have a moment with his girlfriend.

"You're so pretty," Spencer says as he moves to take your bag from you. You chuckle lightly.

"Eager huh?" You whisper. The two of you were the last to board the jet. So you weren't too worried about the others overhearing. "Spencer, you have a problem with keeping secrets you know that right?"

"Only when the secret is you," He says softly. Y/n chuckles. Moving to lace her hand with Spencer's. He brings her hand up to his lips to peck it lightly. "God, I can't wait until we get back- Are we staying at mine or yours?"

"Your place is closer," She tells him. They drop it as they step on the jet. As they settle into their seats they can feel eyes on them.

"Hey Spencer," Hotch says.

"Yes Sir?" Spencer asks nervously.

"Quit flirting on the job it isn't professional”

“I didn’t mean to-” Spencer starts. The others laugh lightly.

"That's what you're going with kid?" Morgan asks, "that big brain and that's all you got?"

"Yeah," Spencer says tensely, "listen Hotch I know that we aren't supposed to date other agents but the two of us just click in a way I've never really got a chance to experience and I can't pass up the opportunity at this type of love-"

"Spencer it's fine," Hotch tells him, "I caught on weeks ago. Just as long as you can keep things professional at work I'm not going to deal with it. I'm sure that is reasonable." The couple nods. You look over to Spencer with a smile.

"And you thought we'd be transferred."

"You still can be so you both better watch it," Rossi teases. The couple nods lightly. Chuckling at the comment.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid criminal minds #dr spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal mind oneshots #spencer reid one shot

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Operation Cinder was a plan enacted in 4ABY (five years before the events of The Mandalorian) by Sheev Palpatine after his death, to burn the Empire to the ground if he were to die, even the most Empire loyal of planets like Vardos or his homeworld of Naboo, as he viewed that if he was dead, then it was pointless for it to keep going, as summed up by: "In the game of Shah-tezh," Palpatine tells the young man, Galli, "the board is called the demesne, and each piece upon the demesne has its own special role and its own special maneuvers. Each player is afforded one of each kind." With an arthritic claw, the Emperor twists a piece that looks like a too-thin man in a strange, pillarlike hat. "The Vizier can only move along the diagonal, but has no limit to how far he may travel." With the side of a yellowed nail he taps another piece: a hulking, hooded figure with something that might be a long rifle or a long blade—the abstraction of the carving makes it hard to tell. As the nail goes click click click against it, Palpatine says: "This is the Knight. He is versatile and can move two steps in any direction at all. Limited distance, but freedom of movement." He goes on like that for a while, describing piece after piece: the Outcast, the Dowager, the Disciple, the Counselor, the Beast, the Craft. He describes how they move, what role they serve, even a little bit of the history (later iterations of the game, he said, removed the Outcast, for the Outcast was "too anarchic a piece" and the players sought a "more stable game"). Galli follows along, unsure of what he's supposed to be learning. But he pays great attention, never blinking, never turning his gaze away lest it all disappear the moment he does. "Each piece exists in service to one other piece—" And here the teacher grabs the final figure off the board, the robed piece that looks not unlike Palpatine himself. "The Imperator. All the pieces of the demesne are here to protect the Imperator. If the Imperator falls, the game is over. That is true no matter how many pieces remain on the board. Do you see?" "I see." "Tell me then what that means." Galli swallows. He concentrates very hard to suss out the message—the lesson that the Emperor is trying to teach him. He clears his throat and says, "It means that without the Imperator, the demesne cannot survive." (Aftermath: Empire’s End) Burnin Konn was one of the planets that the Empire had set up a mining colony on (and had enslaved the local people (which they had reclassified as “native fauna”, before Lando helped free them in Age of Rebellion: Lando Calrissian) which was later attacked by Operation Cinder as well.

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #din djarin #sheev palpatine #migs mayfeld #operation cinder #the empire #meta

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mercerislandbooks · 3 years

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For the Love of the Rom-com

While I read across genres in the Young Adult section, I have a soft spot in my heart for the rom-com. Though this genre might come across as light and fluffy, in actuality the form is able to take on topics as varied as mental health, identity, immigration, racism, and grief, to name only a few. Sure there’s romance, escapism, and happy endings, but what kept me picking up one YA rom-com after another in the last month was the window into the lives of each protagonist. More than ever I’m seeing #ownvoices authors tell stories that reflect their particular experience with the characters that they hadn’t seen in novels as young people. In turn I get a glimpse into a life different than my own and subsequently widen my world view. Here’s a collection of some of my recent reads!

Counting Down With You by Tashie Bhuiyan

The debut novel from this Bangladeshi American author (and the first novel I’ve read by a Bangladeshi American) takes the fake dating trope and turns it into a thoughtful exploration of expectations across cultures. Karina Ahmed is a high school junior buckling under the weight of Bangladeshi parental expectations and coping with anxiety largely on her own. They want her to be a doctor. She secretly longs to be an English teacher. When her parents take a month-long trip back to Bangladesh, leaving Karina and her younger brother in the care of their grandmother, Karina is looking forward to a much needed break. But her quiet month is almost immediately disrupted when, through a series of circumstances, she is roped into pretending to be Ace Clyde’s girlfriend, Midland High School’s bad boy. As the two slowly get to know, appreciate, and, of course, fall for each other, they also encourage and call out each other’s strengths. Bhuiyan movingly portrays the complex experience of a Bangladeshi American female teen, trying to meet the expectations of her more traditional parents, navigate managing her anxiety, dealing with the double standard of her gender within her culture, and learning to stand in her own power.

Tokyo Ever After by Emiko Jean

Given this cover, I expected something totally different from what the pages held. The main character of this “lost princess found” novel is anything but sweet and demure, the impression I had from the cover. Japanese American Izumi (Izzy) Tanaka is living her best average life with her single mother in the small Northern California town of Mt. Shasta. When she finds out that her previously unknown father is actually the crown prince of Japan, her world turns upside down. Once this knowledge goes public, Izzy is whisked away to Japan to get to know her father and become acquainted with the rest of her family. Having always felt out of place as one of the few minorities in her town, Izzy is hopeful that she’ll finally find a place where she belongs. But life at court is more complicated than Izzy can imagine, and she finds that in Japan she’s too “American.” Izzy’s voice is suffused with humor, so even as she struggles to fit in, her inner monologue made me laugh out loud. A slow burn romance with a hot bodyguard, backstabbing cousins, and relentless paparazzi shenanigans only add to the delicious fun. There’s talk of a sequel in 2022!

Better Than The Movies by Lynn Painter

The premise of girl uses boy next door, with whom she (seemingly) shares a mutual dislike, to get to the boy she crushed on in childhood that has just moved back to town manages to squeeze in a slew of rom-com tropes with witty breeziness. Liz makes a deal with boy next door Wes that she will relinquish the parking spot they feud over daily if he will help her get a date to Prom with childhood crush Michael. Of course it ends up being more complicated than that. Liz is confident and comfortable in her own quirky skin, but is also still dealing with the grief of losing her mother, which seems to be hitting her more sharply as all the “lasts” of senior year are happening. Spending time with Wes in her efforts to get close to Michael, Liz realizes that maybe she doesn’t hate him as much as she thought she did. Movie lovers will appreciate that each chapter is headed by quotes from the rom-coms that Liz obsesses over. I appreciated the balance of snarky banter with an honest portrayal of the complicated relationship Liz has with her grief.

Love in English by Maria E. Andrew

I’d been meaning to read Love in English for months and finally picked it up. Ana and her mother have recently moved to New Jersey from Argentina to join her father, who’s been living in the United States for some time. In Argentina, Ana thought her English was pretty good, but finds that navigating high school in America is a daily struggle in understanding her classmates and teachers. Andrew uses blocks of ##### to show the parts of conversations Ana misses, drawing the reader into her confusion and frustration. Reading this novel, I was reminded of when my family hosted a Japanese exchange student in high school, and the hours she spent translating her homework from English to Japanese. Reading what it was like for Ana, I had a glimpse into what it might have been like for Miki, and it made me admire her, and all the people who come to the United States not knowing the language. I’m certainly not proficient in any other language than English. The short chapters are interspersed with Ana’s handwritten ESL journal entries, musings on the confusions of the English language and poems that play with varieties of word meanings. Ana is attracted to a cute boy in her math class, Harrison, but also bonds with fellow ESL student Neo, who is from Greece. While romance is a central thread in the story, what I found most compelling was the portrayal of what it’s like to live in a place where the ability to communicate and comprehend is limited. Ana’s perseverance and curiosity in the face of that challenge is inspiring.

The Quantum Weirdness of the Almost-Kiss by Amy Noelle Parks

Last but not least I decided to continue my theme of YA rom-coms in my current audiobook and cued up The Quantum Weirdness of the Almost-Kiss. Set at an elite boarding school for math and science prodigies, this is a dual POV narrative Evie and Caleb, best friends since childhood. Evie is one of the few females at their prestigious school, and excels in math and physics, but hasn’t shown any interest in the opposite sex until new guy Leo catches her eye - with his physics proof. When Evie decides romance might be worth exploring with Leo, Caleb has to figure out how to be supportive, despite the fact that he himself is also secretly in love with Evie. Alternating chapters between Caleb and Evie’s POV mean that we get to see what’s going on internally for both of them as Evie embarks on her first relationship with Leo, Evie and Caleb team up for a national physics competition, and the course of love takes twists and turns. While there is plenty of swoony romance, I also loved the way that Evie has grown to learn to live with her anxiety and how she sets the boundaries she needs to take care of herself while also pushing herself beyond her comfort zone. Parks does an excellent job of making the all the math and physics approachable for the layperson.

There are many more YA rom-coms to choose from in the Teen section, so stop by and see what catches your eye!

— Lori

#island books #lori robinson #ya romcom #counting down with you #tashie bhuiyan #ownvoices #tokyo ever after #emiko jean #better than the movies #lynn painter #love in english #maria e andrew #the quantum weirdness of the almost-kiss #amy noelle parks #summer reading #librofm

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A Mermaid’s Mate

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A/N: this was inspired by a long and beautiful conversation with @jadequeen88 about nasty Pirate!Dabi and a little Mermaid!Reader and poor first mate Tenko. I’m an absolute slut for mermaid AUs and Dabi just seemed like the natural choice for a scummy pirate.

Pirate!Dabi x Mermaid!Reader ; little bit of First mate!Tenko

Words: 4K

T/W: noncon, fingering, little bit of anal play, mermaid anatomy, cucking, Captain Dabi is unhygienic in his sex life.

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Captain Dabi was to be, above all else, feared. He had developed quite the reputation for himself, covered head to toe in tattoos and piercings, a tuft of unruly black hair, and maniacal blue eyes that burned with something almost inhumane. Dabi quickly rose to be one of the most feared pirates of the sea. The rumors had spread like wildfire. He’ll steal your eldest daughter and eat her heart! had to be Dabi’s favorite. Combined with his love of pyrotechnics, the dirty captain found relative ease in pillaging unsuspecting coastal towns throughout the seas, leaving quite the impressive trail of broken hearts and devastated livelihoods.

Despite his fearsome reputation, Dabi found himself tossing and turning at night recently, unable to fall asleep. News, rumors, that his father’s navy fleet had been following his ship did not settle well with the captain. Sure, Dabi had stolen this ship from said fleet but that, amongst many other unmentionable crimes, was just a part of the territory of life as a pirate. What better way to start off a life of piracy than to change his name and steal a ship from the father he hated so much? Regardless of the rumors, as Dabi told himself they were, he had found himself unable to sleep that night.

Dabi swung his legs up and over the hammock that swayed with the motions of the ship, hopping on the floor of his quarters with a small thud. He swaggered up to his cabinet before swinging the doors open, hoping to find some rum. None. That was fine. He’d just have to ask Tenko if he had some. That’s what a first mate was for anyways, right? Besides, a walk across the deck under the crisp ocean night air would do him some good, maybe clear his head and relax him a bit. That’s just what the doctor, him, prescribed: a night under the stars with his one true love, rum.

As he made his way towards Tenko’s quarters, he saw a light at the end of his ship. As Dabi crossed the deck, he could make out the skinny twig of a man hanging over the railing, pale blue hair shining under the light like a beacon.

Scurvy must have got the poor soul, Dabi thought as he creaked along the open deck, as though that would explain the man’s behavior, despite the fact that Tenko had always been, in Dabi’s eyes, a weird one.

When Dabi stole his father’s ship, he brought Tenko on as his first mate, since that backstabbing Keigo had joined the Navy with Dabi’s father. Dabi thought he’d have to drag Tenko on board, knowing the awkward man much preferred the indoors, always hunched over a pile of books. To Dabi’s surprise, it didn’t take the shy, blue-haired man much convincing at all to join.

“Do you think we’ll see a mermaid?” Tenko had asked Dabi as they snuck away and sailed into their new life under the veil of stars.

“Sure, kid.” Dabi shrugged, more focused on the rope work than whatever mythical creature prowled the ocean depths.

Ever since then, Tenko was always ranting and raving about mermaids. Dabi had already given the scrawny man lecture upon lecture after catching Tenko throwing their limited food supplies out into the ocean. It was only a matter of time before the man died trying to fuck some poor, unknowing ocean creature in belief it was a living, breathing, genuine mermaid.

That’ll just leave more rum for me. Dabi thoroughly believed, turning back towards Tenko’s quarters to retrieve the rum, head too full of worries about his father to bother with lecturing Tenko once again. Karma would deal with Tenko for wasting their food yet again.

Dabi had almost made it to Tenko’s quarters when he heard it: a soft, feminine giggle. Dabi wondered if he had already drunk the last of his rum that night and simply forgot. There was no way a woman could be on board, not without womanizer Captain Dabi knowing. It had been only Dabi and Tenko for weeks. He was simply hearing things. He had to have been.

Dabi decided to creep closer, just within earshot of Tenko and the mystery woman. He heard Tenko’s raspy voice—“fruit”—following by a lighter, almost airy voice— “foooot?”

“Try again,” said Tenko, leaning a little further over the railing. “Frrrruit.”

“Frrrrrrooooot. Frrrrrrrruit. Frrrruit. Fruit!”

“Good! That’s perfect!” Tenko exclaimed before tossing whatever fruit he had stolen from the kitchens into the water. “You’re learning so fast!”

Dabi expected a splash, prayed there would be a splash. Instead, his ears were greeted with more giggles. Dabi shook his head before turning around and slinking back to his quarters without the rum.

“I’m out of damn mind,” he mumbled as he tucked himself into his hammock, the swaying of the ship lulling him to sleep.

It didn’t stop there. The food kept disappearing. Tenko was just a little too eager to stay out at night for someone who usually didn’t enjoy the fresh air. Although Dabi felt his first mate could really use some refreshing ocean air. Dabi found himself sneaking out at night, stalking his first mate and listening in on his conversations with whatever the man was talking to.

This had gone on for about a week. Dabi was growing more and more restless, finding himself inexplicably irate with his first mate. Conversations with Tenko usually were about some ocean myth, but they began to take a turn that left Dabi more irritated than uncomfortable or bored, especially combined with what Dabi was watching at night.

“Did you know mermaids can mate with humans?” Tenko said one clear day as he was cleaning the deck while Dabi charted their course.

Dabi stopped mid step and turned to face his friend. “Please don’t go and fuck the manatee.”

“I’m not going to fuck a manatee! I’m telling you! There’s genuine mermaids out there!” Tenko was working himself up into a fit.

“Fine, fine,” Dabi waved him off. “I believe ya.” I need to get this man laid. I need to get laid, fuckin’ Christ.

“Unrelated, though,” he pointed an accusatory finger at his first mate. “Tenko, do you happen to know where the food has been goin’? I know mannin’ a ship with just us two fuckers is a lot, but we really can’t be out of apples already.”

“No, captain. No, sir,” Tenko fumbled with his fingers. “I can’t say I do know. Perhaps we have some rats?”

“Rats, yes, of course.” Dabi said, fearsome blue eyes never leaving Tenko’s red ones. “Rats. Tenko, make a note for when we’ve stopped in the next town. We need to pick up more apples and rat traps.”

“Yes, sir.” Tenko scurried away, and Dabi didn’t see his first mate for the rest of the evening.

The interaction had left Dabi more irritated than usual. Not only did he have to deal with a lunatic first mate, but he had to deal with the fact that said first mate wasn’t actually crazy. Add that to the stress of being out on the open sea for a week since he had heard the rumors of his father catching up with him and Dabi found himself on another sleepless night in need of a drink.

Knowing that he had already drank the supply he had stolen from Tenko a week ago and there would be nothing in the cabinet, Dabi once again heaved his body out of his hammock, boots hitting the hard wooden floor of his quarters, and found himself making his way across the deck under the moonlight to Tenko’s quarters.

Once again, there was Tenko, in his regular spot, hanging over the railing with his lamp beside him resting on said railing and illuminating his pale features.

“Tenko.” Dabi heard his first mate’s scratchy voice and watched as Tenko pointed a long finger towards himself. He heard the water move, splashing ever so softly, before the airy voice replied. “Teeeehnnnkooooooh. Teeeenko. Tenko!” Musical giggles floated into the night air.

“Yes!” Tenko moved his hand over the ship’s railing to point out into the water.

After a few moments, a soft voice answered back, telling Tenko your name.

Tenko sighed and repeated what you had told him. “That’s beautiful.”

Dabi scoffed. A burning feeling in his chest left him uncomfortable. That was enough foolery for him. God he needed a drink. He quickened his pace to Tenko’s quarters, nothing but rum on his mind.

Dabi made it to Tenko’s quarters, the blue-haired man too distracted to notice Dabi sneaking about. He fumbled around the room with the sway of the ship, throwing objects around until he had found what he was looking for. Rum in hand, Dabi left to return to his own quarters. As he made his way back, he overheard Tenko’s raspy voice once again.

“I love you.”

Dabi could feel the bile rising up. As he went to take a drink of the rum, bringing the bottle up to his lips, a gust of wind and a big wave caused the ship to rock, throwing the drunken captain off balance. He fell with a loud thud, disrupting Tenko. Dabi couldn’t believe his luck when the wave had also thrown Tenko’s lamp into the ocean below. He quickly scurried back to his room, going unnoticed by Tenko. Still, it was just the two of them on board. Tenko had to know Dabi had been spying on now.

The next night, Dabi found himself in a similar predicament as the first night he had caught you and Tenko, sleepless and drunk. Funds were running low. More importantly, the rum was running low, nearly out at the pace Dabi was drinking. He had been pacing the floor of his cabin, when it finally clicked. Dabi heard the giggling once again, annoyed by the creature and his first mate’s consistent flirting.

You. You were the answer. How much had Tenko taught you to speak? Surely Dabi could teach you a few new words, a few more tricks. Dirty sailors would run for miles for a chance with you. Hell, even some of the corrupt lords of the nearby islands would pay the big bucks to look at you. If Keigo was still the man he was when Dabi and him were friends, Dabi was sure Keigo would keep his mouth shut about his whereabouts to his father in exchange for letting his little mermaid suck him off.

Further, Dabi convinced himself that he would be doing Tenko a great service by catching you. Dabi was a smart man. Growing up under his Navy officer father’s thumb, Dabi had heard a fair share of mermaid tales before meeting Tenko. What kind of friend would Dabi be to let poor, innocent, unsuspecting Tenko fall in the clutches of an evil mermaid?

Last night was too close for comfort for Dabi. He had to move fast. They would be docking soon. It would be the perfect chance for Dabi to see how much he could make off of you. He swung open the door to quarters to see Tenko making his way towards your usual meeting spot.

“Tenko!” he barked.

The young man jumped and turned around, hiding whatever leftover food he had saved from dinner behind his back, hoping Dabi wouldn’t notice the disappearance if it were from his own plate.

“Yes, captain?” he asked.

“We’re docking at the next town. I need you to take inventory and make a list of what we need.”

“Yes, sir.” Tenko made his way to the storage below deck.

“No!” Dabi yelled. Tenko turned around, confused. “Start with the kitchens.”

“O-okay, sir.” Tenko turned to make his way to the kitchen, near his own quarters and across from Dabi’s.

Once Tenko was out of sight and well in the kitchens, Dabi ran below deck. He grabbed the net from the storage, and headed to the spot he always saw Tenko waiting for you at.

You had swam up to your usual spot, waiting for Tenko. Tonight, you were a bit more impatient. You had been practicing the phrase Tenko told you the night before and were excited to tell him. You felt the footsteps approaching, the vibrations rippling through the air and water. Something felt off. The footsteps were heavier than Tenko’s. A small voice in the back of your mind screamed at you to swim away, but in your excitement to impress Tenko, you pushed the thought back. Perhaps Tenko just wasn’t feeling well.

Finally, a figure appeared over the edge of the railing. You popped your head up from below the surface, splashing water as you threw your arms up in the air to exclaim “Love you!”

It happened too fast for you to comprehend. At a dizzying speed, a net was thrown over you, trapping you in and dragging you across the water before hoisting you up into the air. You struggled against the bindings, crying breathlessly, “Tenko! Tenko!”

As the net containing you was swung around the ship to hold you over the deck, you heard a rough, dark voice. “Tenko? No, doll. The name’s Dabi.”

You were dropped unceremoniously on the deck floor, net still draped over you.

In the commotion, Tenko had returned from the kitchens. He ran towards Dabi and you, trapped under the heavy net on the hard flooring. Whatever he was holding in his hands fell to the floor.

“No!” Tenko cried, calling out your name, reaching for you.

“Please don’t!” Tenko sobbed, falling on his knees. “Please. You don’t understand. I love her. Mermaids mate for life! I’m sure she feels the same for me.”

An inexplicable anger rushed over Dabi at Tenko’s pleading. When had Tenko ever been with a woman? And he expects this mythical beauty to love him? Dabi felt that he could burn up his whole ship with his rage at his first mate’s stupidity.

That at least, is what he told himself. Dabi would be the last to admit that he was actually jealous of Tenko and whatever relationship he had with you. You were beautiful beyond words. How a creature as breathtaking as you could love someone as shrimpy as Tenko was beyond Dabi, and it left him pissed.

“Would you just shut up!” Dabi spat at him. “Are you stupid? I thought you were the expert here. You should know it doesn’t have any feelings. It doesn’t love you, it only wants to kill you.”

Dabi’s cruel words ached in Tenko’s heart. He clutched at the thin fabric of his shirt over his chest.

“You’re a pitiful excuse of a man! If you love her so much, then just take her from me!” He dragged the net off your shaking frame. “Oh wait. I’d have ya tossed overboard for mutiny. What a piss situation for you then. Well! Go on! Watch your woman, your thing, get claimed as your captain’s!”

Tenko’s head dropped. His whole body dropped. His hands gripped his dirty pants so tight his knuckles turned white. Tears ran down his face, dripping off his chin and onto his dry, cracking knuckles and pants.

Dabi swung a leg over you to straddle you at your waist, knees pressing in on either side of your slippery fin.

“Let a real man show you some real fun. Okay, babe?” Dabi smiled down at your quivering form, shaking with fear and cold.

Dabi ran a long, cold finger up and down over your small slit, just below where your fin and waist merged. After it had gained enough wetness from your natural slick and the ocean water that was still dripping off you, Dabi pushed the rough finger into you, causing you to gasp and jump.

“She’s so tight, Tenko!” Dabi exclaimed as he curled a finger against your spongy walls. “Well, damn! If I’d have known she was this tight, I’d have caught her a long time ago. Why didn’t you tell me she’d be this tight? Holdin’ out on your captain now?”

You thrashed around the deck, beating your tail against the wooden floor of the deck and gasping for air, reaching out for Tenko, as Dabi continued to finger fuck you.

“Tenko! Tenko!” you sobbed.

“How many times do you have to tell you, bitch?” Dabi growled. “The word you’re looking for is Dabi.” He shoved two more fingers in your small slit, pumping a few times before spreading them. “Gotta make sure this little mer-cunt is nice and stretched out for me.” Dabi chuckled to himself.

Dabi continued to finger fuck you as you sobbed below him. Your clawing at the wood of the deck had stopped, little scratch marks left behind in the wake. The air was heavy with the sounds of you gasping for air between your sobs and hiccups and the squelching of Dabi’s fingers in you.

“Oh? And what’s this?” Dabi took the hand that wasn’t busy with your cunt and poked a finger around your tighter hole just above the slit he currently had three dirty fingers stuffed in. He basked in your widening eyes and shocked gasps as he continued to finger around.

“Tell me, Tenko,” Dabi mused. “Is this her tight little asshole?”

Tenko, still staring at the deck, answered bleakly. “Yes, captain.”

“Fascinating.” Dabi slid his thumb past the rim of muscle. A thrill ran down his spine as you jumped underneath him.

“You like that, baby?” Dabi applied more pressure with his thumb. You squirmed more beneath him and cried.

“Shhhh” Dabi cooed. “You’ll feel good real soon.” He turned to Tenko, who could be mistaken for a statue with how still the man was. “Tenko, tell me where her clit is.”

“She doesn’t have one like a human girl, sir,” came the small, dry reply.

“Oh? Then how is she supposed to feel any pleasure?”

“You see the thin skin around her waist? Right by her fin and skin?”

“Yes. What about it?”

“That’s her skirt. Right at the base of her skirt, where it dips in that V shape, that’s essentially her clit.”

“Ah, right here?” Dabi took the thumb out of your ass and pressed against the small V where your fin and skin met.

You couldn’t contain the moan that spilled out of your mouth. Dabi smirked at your reaction.

“Bingo,” he said, as he massaged small circular patterns in that spot. He curled the fingers inside you, pressing against your gummy walls, before dragging them out. As your moans increased in pitch, Dabi increased his speed. Soon, you were putty in his hands, on the brink of orgasm.

“Come for me, doll.” Dabi whispered as your walls clenched on his fingers. He pressed once more on your “clit” and the knot tightening within you broke. You threw your head back against the wood of the deck, eyes squeezing shut, and cried out.

“Good girl. Good girl.” Dabi praised.

Once you had calmed down from your orgasm, Dabi raised up to his knees, still trapping you underneath him. Your previous orgasm in combination with the fight you had put up left you exhausted below him. You looked up at the clinking of Dabi undoing his belt. He pushed his ratty pants down just far enough to release his aching cock. Being with you had excited him in a way that no human girl he had slept with before ever had. He had never been so hard and just watching you writhe behind him was enough to turn his cock an angry purple, precum leaking from the tip.

Your eyes widened in fear as you took in the sight of him. He was bigger, much much bigger than any merman your mated sisters had told you about. He was pierced too, a Jacob’s ladder crawling up the underside of his massive length. This was completely foreign to you, and only served to make you all the more scared. Your adrenaline kicked in once again, and you resumed your beating and clawing against the deck, screaming “Tenko! Tenko!”

Tenko sobs resumed as he heard your calls for him. He could do nothing but watch Dabi stroke himself with you fighting beneath him.

“Please,” he rasped, barely audible.

“Would you just shut the fuck up before you make me go soft?” Dabi shouted at the man.

Tenko bowed his head again, resembling a kicked puppy. He sobbed and hiccuped, only serving to turn Dabi on more despite what he had just yelled at the man.

Dabi gave himself a few languid pumps as he lined himself up with your sopping cunt. You stilled as you felt the tip against you, frozen in fear.

“This is going to hurt at first, but I promise you’ll feel good soon,” he whispered to you, placing a hand on either side of your head and dipping down to kiss you. You turned your face to avoid him, only causing the possessed man to laugh.

As Dabi pushed himself in, inch by agonizing inch, your mouth fell open in a silent scream. Your hands scratched at the floor of the deck, trying to find purchase as Dabi stretched you. Dabi let out a groan as he bottomed out, tip kissing your cervix. The initial stretch felt like it was burning you from the inside out. He was too big.

“God. You must be a virgin, huh? Ready for the real fun, doll?” Dabi smiled down at you before pulling out and slamming back in.

You gave a scream, and threw your arms around Dabi, desperately trying to hold on to something, causing him to chuckle. He repeated the motion, again and again. You buried your face into the crook of his neck. The pirate smelt awful, but you were too scared to let go of him. However, as he had promised you earlier, the pain had subsided into something much better. You couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of Dabi’s piercing dragging along your walls, his cockhead hititng your cervix with each thrust.

“I’m not gonna last long.” Dabi grunted against your ear. Between your soft moans and warm, sticky cunt, Dabi was in ecstasy.

He lifted a hand to press back at your sensitive spot, causing you to squeal and tighten your grip on him. Your walls spasmed around him and clamped down on his cock. As he picked up his speed, Dabi’s thrusts became sloppy, beating against the barrier to your womb.

“Gonna cum,” Dabi panted. “Cum with me. Cum all over this too big cock.” He pressed on your spot, and your orgasm ripped through you, hot pleasure running through your body as Dabi painted your insides white.

As Dabi pulled himself out of your vise grip, cum dribbled out of your too small hole. Dabi marveled at your gaping cunt, whistling at the mess he had made of you.

“Would you look at that,” he spread your hole, causing more cum to leak out.

He stood up over you to fix his pants. Once he was fully dressed again, Dabi picked you up, cum still leaking out of your small slit, and dropped your lifeless, ragdoll form on the hard floor of the deck in front of Tenko, who lunged for you.

Tenko cradled you in his arms. Your head lolled over his arm as his fell on your shoulder. His tears dripped down on your barely rising chest as sobbed racked through his small frame, the salty tears from the both of you mixing with the ocean water on the deck.

Dabi scoffed at the scene in front of him.

“Better go get her some water and fast. How long can mermaids be out of water, again? Doesn’t look like she has a lot of time left,” He said to Tenko. Dabi wouldn’t be surprised if you were in shock.

He turned on the heel of his boot to retire for the night, but soft, broken sob stopped him in his tracks.

“Daaaah-beeee. Daaah-bee. Dabi. Dabi!” Despite being held safe in Tenko’s arms, you were reaching out for Dabi, crying for the man who had devastated you. Your pitiful state pierced his heart.

Mermaids mate for life.

#dabi mha #dabi x reader #scummy dabi #mermaid au #pirate au #I can’t stand Dabi #but here I am writing him again #OTL

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the-chicken-or-the-banana · 3 years

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i had an idea i would love to see from your perspective (you're so good at andreil oh my god) if you wanted to write some stuff about it? i always wondered how andrew reacted when he first found neil missing after the binghampton game (starts pg 235 in the king's men). thoughts? (-- the ttyl blog <3)

omg i literally finished re-reading that scene before seeing your ask skjflsj ~ i hope you like this ! (i'm just realizing that i barely followed ur request and just rambled a lot but that's FINE 😬)

read it on ao3 here :)

«««———»»»

Andrew walked in line to the bus with the rest of the Foxes, mind going a million miles an hour behind his impassive expression.

"Thank you," Neil had said, eyes truer than Andrew had ever seen them. "You were amazing."

Andrew wasn't such a fool for Neil Josten that he couldn't figure out there was something more happening under the surface, something bigger than just an Exy shutout, that he wasn't telling anyone. Something forcing truth out of him.

Neil looked scared.

Apparently, no one else received the memo, because behind him, Matt Boyd kept kicking at Andrew's heels and Andrew could nearly see the nosy smile on Reynold's face. Boyd's voice was drowned out by the cacophony of both jeers and shouts of approval coming from all around them, but he had no doubts that Boyd was fishing for information surrounding his and Neil's "not this" to settle a bet of some sort.

Andrew didn't really care. He was more focused on leaving Binghamton, getting some answers out of Neil, and then kissing him senseless.

Of course, Andrew had no plans to tell Neil of that last item on the list, but he was sure he (and everyone else, apparently) knew anyway.

Maybe not Nicky, though. For all his cousin boasted about having an "incredible gaydar," he tended to be a bit clueless about Andrew.

Andrew's eyes were unfocused, gazing at the bounce of Neil's red curls while his thoughts wandered around nothing at all.

Nothing? his mind mused unhelpfully. Or Neil? Or is that one in the same now?

Shut up, he huffed internally. I hate him.

Lost in his head, it was only until he heard a pained curse from Aaron that he jerked straight and saw the world burning around him.

«««———»»»

Andrew's vision went red.

He nearly would have broken out of line and straight into the tidal wave of rioters had he not noticed the police trying to push back the crowd. He had never trusted the pigs, but Andrew supposed he could let them handle the mess until he'd gotten a chance to check on Aaron at the bus.

He had nearly fooled himself with that thought when an ice cooler sailed through the air and missed Danielle's face by an inch. An enraged shout came from Andrew's right, and he could feel the familiar heat of adrenaline in his stomach that always came when he and Renee sparred.

There was going to be a fight.

No sooner than he had that thought, the crowd around him exploded into madness, nearly running the Foxes over. Andrew may have been ready to throw some punches, but he was not at all prepared for the onslaught of unfamiliar bodies piling on him. Moving around him. Touching him.

Andrew couldn't breathe.

He lost sight of Neil's head in the mess, hoping one of the security guards would bring Neil to safety while Andrew tried to ground himself. What had Bee taught him?

What is your name? Andrew Minyard.

How old are you? 20 years old.

What is upsetting you? Hands. Everywhere.

Can you do something about it? Yes. I can move now.

He felt the glancing blow of someone's elbow on his face, nearly hitting his eye. It was sure to bruise later, but for now, the sharp pain mixed with Bee's words were enough to shake Andrew out of his stupor.

He ducked to the left, neatly missing a thrown shoe and was grateful to his limited stature for once. He kept an eye out for a flash of red, the glint of blue eyes, but seeing that Neil was nearly as short as Andrew himself, the effort was futile.

He'll be fine, Andrew thought. Find Nicky, Aaron, and Kevin, and get to the bus.

To his surprise (or maybe not), Andrew found Reynolds trading fierce blows with someone twice her size, Renee at her back. He caught Renee's glance and she gave him a firm nod of reassurance.

He nodded back, already swiveling to find the rest of his group.

After a few minutes, he spotted Nicky and Kevin huddled together, slowly moving to the edge of the crowd. He caught up and grabbed Nicky's wrist, who jerked away and reared his hand back for a punch before realizing it was Andrew.

Despite it all, Andrew felt a thrum of satisfaction. A few years ago, Nicky had let people beat him down over and over again. At least now he was learning to fight back.

"Oh thank god," Nicky cried, catching Kevin's attention, before his eyes widened. He reached out, remembering himself at the last second. "Andrew... your face, what happened?"

Andrew shrugged. He'd been through worse.

Nicky looked like he wanted to say something, but Kevin cursed loudly and began pushing out of the sea of bodies with renowned vigor.

"It's getting more violent and more people are joining," Kevin said, voice strained. "We need to get out and regroup at the bus."

"Aaron?" Andrew asked. Nicky glanced around a few moments before pointing to his right.

"There!" he exclaimed, and motioned to Kevin to go in that direction. Kevin nodded and they made their way over to Aaron, who was ducking under beer bottles and was nearly smacked in the face by a PSU banner.

"Aaron!" Kevin called, and Aaron's shoulders dropped with relief as he swerved a growing fight and made his way over to them.

Andrew scanned his brother quickly and, after seeing no visible injuries, motioned to start back towards the parking lot. They made their way over to the bus and found Boyd and Danielle standing, the former looking like he'd just lost a fight with a mountain lion.

Danielle was gripping his arm as Abby tended to his wounds, but Andrew heard her say he might need to go to the hospital for the more serious injuries. Boyd looked pained at the thought, but when he glanced up and caught Andrew's eye, he smiled and waved them over.

"Andrew, here," Abby said, noticing his injury. He took an ice pack from her and glanced around.

"Where's Neil?" he asked, choosing to ignore the suggestive look between Boyd and Danielle. Abby shrugged and opened her mouth before her eyes caught on something behind Andrew and she waved.

Andrew turned around to find Renee and Reynolds walking proudly towards them. Reynolds had a mosaic of bruises all over her, and Renee was holding her wrist precariously.

Abby sighed and began treating them as Wymack rounded the front of the bus and finally found his team.

Not the whole team, a ringing voice said in Andrew's head. Neil isn't here yet.

Which was odd, no? He had a security guard in front of him, surely he would have made it here first? Perhaps Wymack had seen him and taken him somewhere. Maybe he was already safe in the bus and Abby hadn’t noticed him.

Andrew pushed past Danielle and boarded the bus, walking the length of it but not finding a loudmouthed striker in its shadows. His stomach became knotted with a curious feeling he slowly identified as dread.

Andrew was at the door of the bus again. He looked at Wymack.

"Where. Is. Neil." he demanded. He saw Wymack's confused expression and before he even said anything, Andrew felt his heart stop.

"I don't know. I thought he was with you."

Reynold's knowing smirk gave way to uncertainty as the rest of the Foxes quieted. There was silence for a moment. Two.

Then Andrew threw his ice pack on the floor and raced back into the heart of the riot.

«««———»»»

He ignored the shouts coming from behind him, his mind an endless loop of Neil, Neil, Neil, is he safe, has he been hurt, he was supposed to be nothing, NEIL

After a few minutes of searching and more than a few near punches, the police finally regained some control over the situation and Andrew was able to scour the grounds for any hint of where Neil might be.

He saw the racquet first. The duffle bag was a few meters away from it.

Numbly, Andrew picked up both items, grabbing Neil's phone as it fell from the netted side pocket.

0, it said.

Andrew felt a piercing emptiness when he saw Neil's things without their rightful owner beside them.

He slowly walked back to the Foxes' bus, head pounding but unable to really register the dwindling fight behind him. And when the Foxes finally came in view, he saw the confusion on their faces when they saw no Neil walking with him.

Andrew mentally ran through everything that he knew. Neil was scared. He was running from someone, someone Kevin knew about? A zero on his phone from an unnamed number — a countdown, perhaps. He would never leave his things unattended, so maybe he wanted to tell Andrew he had been taken unwillingly, knowing that Andrew would never leave without him.

There was something he was missing, some vital piece of information that Neil hadn't told him that was causing this mess.

The guilty look on Kevin's face told Andrew everything he needed to know. He knew something.

He dumped Neil's things on the ground by Wymack's feet, mentally assessing himself. His cheek throbbed, each breath he took was sticky with sweat, his heart was pounding.

Neil was gone.

Andrew felt such a blind hot rage at that, the likes of which he hadn't felt in so long, the type where he felt like laughing at how cruel the world could be.

And before he could tell his body to stop, Andrew's hands were around Kevin's throat.

«««———»»»

"Shit Andrew! You're hurting— " "Andrew, stop— " "Get off of— "

«««———»»»

Andrew couldn't remember what happened after that, not immediately at least. It was a bit disorienting, going from a perfect recollection to being so overrun by anger that his mind went blank. Was this how everyone else felt all the time? He felt like someone just took out a Jenga piece from his mind, like it was close to collapsing.

Distantly, he recalled being yanked off of Kevin as he gasped some explanation about a mob boss, Kengo's right hand man, Nathaniel Wesninski. But none of it mattered. Andrew had broken his promise. He had hurt the person he had vowed to protect, just like so many had done to him.

And he still didn't have Neil.

«««———»»»

Neil used to make the emptiness a bit fuller, a bit easier to manage, Andrew thought. It felt so impossible to navigate himself now without Neil by Andrew's side.

«««———»»»

There was a hospital. A hotel. There were FBI agents. The news turned on. Off. On. There was another hotel. Handcuffs. Taken away.

«««———»»»

There was Nathaniel Neil. Standing in front of him. Blue eyes, wild hair, bandages unable to hide how irresistible he was, unable to stop the jolt in Andrew's heart.

There was Neil. And everything felt right again.

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angrymemesandicecreams · 3 years

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THE COOLER TAISHIRO WATANABE-

for @dantelionwishes a. again.

I didn’t like how he looked before, so he got a revamp and a whole new quirk!

His quirk, replay, makes him somewhat of a human rewind button. Not fully flesh and not fully mechanics, he’ll have a crisis every so often on if he’s human. But that’s probably nothing to worry about.

You got your work cut out for you with this dumbass, Sato.

His bio and quirk desc in the descrip

Replay:

Through touch of his hands (or feet) he can ‘rewind’ a person a few seconds. Say you step on a bug. He can rewind you a little to a few seconds before you stepped on said bug, giving him a few moments to shove you over or something to save the precious ant.

Physically, his quirk manifests in black hands and feet.. And his eyes being a digital display.

He can only rewind you for a few seconds for now, having no endurance training at all. Trying to rewind any further will cause him to overheat like a shitty laptop. He could probably cook an egg in his hands when this happens, but its extremely dangerous for him. Think of it as like. Heatstroke but the longer he rewinds the hotter he gets.

He can’t rewind himself, or anything that’s happened too long in the past. You step on a bug in front of him? He can rewind you a few seconds. You stepped on the bug like five minutes ago? Sorry lil bug but its bug heaven for you.

Once rewound, you still remember what you did the first time around. It feels like you’re lagging.. But in real life! Wow!

It’s helpful for buying a few precious moments in battle, or getting an enemy just off balance to push them off a roof or some shit.

.. He can’t stop death, though.

Sure, he could rewind a few seconds.. But in the end he can’t stop the heart from stopping. The brain from dying. A few seconds is not enough time.

Bio:

His family life was relatively simple. A small family.. And by that i mean him and a single father. His mother basically dumped him there after birth, but he doesn’t think about it too much. He doesn’t like the implications.

His relationship with his father is decent, the two bonding through board games, leading to Taishiro becoming a fucking WHIZ in monopoly. Don’t ask him to play with you he’ll ruin you.

He kinda wanted to be a hero the same reason Ochako did. While his father does work, it’s a pretty limited income. His father only has a small job and is indeed, quirkless... And his mom didn’t pay child support because she fucking vanished into the void apparently.

He learned about his quirks limit after the family pet bird passed away, the little kid sobbing as he kept rewinding a few seconds. Trying harder and harder to bring his bird back for longer-

Which overheated him like a motherfucker, burning his hands badly and landing him in the hospital for a few days.

He’s pretty laid back in his class.. On the outside at least. While he might laugh and call himself a dumbass for getting a low score on a test, on the inside he will be screaming at high volume. He will also. Still probably make the BRRRRRR overheating laptop noise.

And yes he can cry! No one knows how it works, not even him.

Fun facts:

- He likes candy.. Almost addicted actually. Yknow that fucking “Im not smoking, its a lolipop and smoke is coming off it bc im licking it so fast” video? Thats him.

- He’s terrible in the summer with hot weather. He will try and get out of wearing his school blazer every chance he gets. Yes teacher he knows its uniform but plEASE HE CANT SWEAT-

- He’s a big music lover.. But just an enjoyer. He has no plans into going into it himself.

- His dorm would be a fucking mess

- He’s great in the winter. He’ll walk around in the snow with no jacket he dont give a fuc-

#bnha oc comeback #bnha spoilers #mha #boku no hero academia #boku no hero acadamia oc #my hero academia #my hero academia oc #my hero academy oc #my hero academy #Middys scribblings

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julieloveupstead · 3 years

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"I'm Never Leave You" - Upstead

Chapter 4

- "Detective Rollins," she heard a female voice on the other end.

- "Hello, this is Detective Upton with the Chicago Police Department." - Hailey called the detective who had handled two similar cases to the one she and the team were handling a few years ago.

- "Hello. How can I help you, Detective?"

- "Today we started on a double murder case, similar to the one we found that the state was investigating a few years ago." - she explained to the woman on the other end. In the meantime, Sergeant Platt brought her, the autopsy results of the murdered boys.

- "Which one specifically?" - the voice on the other side pulled her from her reading.

- "It's about the beating, sexual abuse and then murder of two young men. We found drugs in the building with a similar tag. We think the two cases are connected." - Hailey elaborated.

- "And that's how I remember that case. We had a case like that, but we didn't have a suspect. When the son of one of the diplomats was murdered, the FBI took over the investigation, but as far as I know they didn't even catch anyone either. Practically, the investigation came to a standstill." - Detective Rollins said. But listen, email us with what you've found so far, and we'll compare it with ours and let you know." - suggested the Detective on the other end.

- "Okay, we'll send you everything we have right away, and I look forward to hearing from you." - and after a brief goodbye, Hailey hung up.

She went back to reviewing what she got from Trudy and then decided to call the FBI some more, who as Detective Rollins told her had taken over the investigation.

At the same time, Jay in Voight's office. Since the Sergeant wasn't there, he figured nothing would happen if he stayed there for a while, and If the Sergeant returned unexpectedly, Jay didn't care. If anything, after what he found out, he didn't care what opinion he would have of him or how angry he would be with him. As far as Jay was concerned, Voight might not be coming back. Back on the case, Jay had just spoken with an officer from the LAPD, and they also arranged to share information.

After the call, he returned to the bullpen, where Hailey was still talking. He sat down at his desk and watched her. He may have looked like a stalker, but he loved watching Hailey passionately do every single thing, even when they weren't together yet, the passion with which she gave herself to her work was remarkable, and he always appreciated that very much.

Hailey could feel Jay's burning gaze on her from the start and had to really try to keep her attention on what Agent Anderson-Li was saying.

- Jay, don't look at me like that," Hailey whispered as she ended the call.

- How am I looking? - Jay asked in an innocent voice, getting up from his seat and walking over to Hailey's desk.

- Well, like this - she pointed her hand at him. Jay sat down on her desk as usual.

- What do you mean? - he asked again, leaning over her.

- Like I'm your whole world - she whispered huskily.

- I can't help it if you're my whole world, Angel. - he whispered back.

Hailey gazed into his eyes and saw the loving look in his eyes until her heart beat a thousand times more, and if it wasn't for the fact that she was sitting, she was sure that she would have fallen intimidated by such great affection. She felt like she would never get used to how much Jay loved her.

For many years, she thought she didn't deserve to have a guy love her for who she was. Her father had admirably proven that for many years of her teenage life, and then the guys she'd been with when they found out what baggage she had left her behind. The exception was Garrett, but before things could get serious with him, he died at the hands of Booth and now that she's with Jay she can't believe that after everything he's learned about her and everything she's done he's still here looking at her with the same tender, loving and lustful eyes.

Since the day they started being together, Hailey thinks she's been dreaming and doesn't for the hell of it ever want to wake up from it.

- Jay, please don't say that - she couldn't help but have fears in addition to all the wonderful emotions she was feeling. Because what does he really see in her? After all, she's no one special. And after what had happened a few days ago, and not only that, all her pushback to cross the boundaries of the law, it all didn't look to her advantage. She was broken, and she knew that Jay accepted her like this 100 or even 200%, but she couldn't quell the fear that someday Jay would finally realize that there was nothing to glue together, or would he just be tired of it all and just walk away?

She used to think that the thing that kept her from telling Jay how I felt about him was the fear that he wouldn't feel the same way about her, but now she thought it was the fear that she would finally realize how complicated it really was and his leaving.

- Hailey...

- Guys, I found the owners of the house where we found these two boys. - Adam entered the bullpen, preventing Jay from finishing. They both turned towards him and waited for further information from their friend. - The owners are Margaret and Joseph Tremblay. - He walked over to the board and pinned up a photo, then walked over to the two detectives and gave them some cards. - Two years ago Margaret died after a months-long battle with cancer, shortly afterwards Joseph left for a retirement home. They had no children. - He explained.

- And do you know who he sold it to? - Jay asked.

- No one, Joseph was just renting it out, not to some Richard West guy. - replied Adam. - And I checked that no one with that name had rented the house recently. - He added when he saw the questioning look from his friends.

- So he was cheated? - asked Hailey.

- It seems so. - answered Adam. - The only question is by whom - said Jay.

- 'Okay Adam, we'll wait for Kevin and for Sergeant Smith and Officer Wilson, and we'll be done for the day, because we probably won't find one today anyway. - Jay sat down at his desk.

- Adam, do you know anything about Kim? - Hailey dared to ask her friend.

- 'Mhmm, her parents are sitting by her, and her sister texted me that her condition is stable, but the doctors are afraid to wake her up yet. - He replied, sitting down in his seat. Jay and Hailey looked worriedly at Adam, who, though he tried to hold back, had tears in his eyes. - I'm so scared for her. - He hid his face in his hands.

The pair of detectives looked at each other. They felt very sorry for their friend. Hailey knew exactly what the friend was talking about. After all, it had been over a year ago that Hailey had been in his shoes, and she remembered well the fear when she found out Jay had been kidnapped, and then waiting in the hospital waiting room for him to get some information and for him to finally wake up. It was like a nightmare. For months, she couldn't shake the images of Jay full of blood lying on the concrete floor and even to this day in her nightmares reliving it all over again.

She stood up and put her hand on his shoulder and squeezed in a gesture of support that Adam needed so much right now. Adam nodded in acknowledgement, Hailey smiled some more and went to the coffee room with a mug in her hand.

However, instead of making coffee, memories entered her head. She thought she had gotten over it, that she had accepted what had happened and moved on, but apparently this whole thing with Kim had caused the unwanted memories to return.

When Jay went missing, the worst part was the fear of not knowing where to look and that going around in circles was awful, and then the thoughts of whether she would make it in time or see him again. She was also angry with herself that something like this had happened, and until now she could not forgive herself that she had let such a situation happen at all. And when she finally managed to find him and saw his battered face her heart was breaking, but the fact that she found him beaten and bloody but alive helped give hope that all was not lost yet, that maybe they still had a chance. When Jay said he still had to come back for Angel, she barely held back the tears that started to appear at the corners of her eyes because it was all him. Jay Halstead, a man with a huge heart who always thinks of others first and himself last, even if it would cost him his life. And just when she thought the worst was behind her, it got worse. And waiting in that bloody room in the hospital waiting for any information about his condition and the emerging thoughts that this would be the last time she would see him was even worse. That's why he knows exactly what he might be experiencing right now.

Because knowing that the person you love so much is suffering, and you don't know if this is the last time you will see this person, is indescribable. Those things that you were afraid to tell him about, you may now not even have the chance to say anymore.

She closed the door and sat down on the couch. She brought her knees to her chest and just let go. She doesn't know at what point tears started streaming down her cheeks, and she didn't know if she was crying because of the memories, or because of Kim, or because of what happened in that damn warehouse, or maybe because of everything at once. She had to admit to herself that she felt tired of keeping herself in check in front of everyone, but most of all herself. She was already sick of it all. She felt a complete confusion in her head and did not know what she should do now. She knew that she would not be able to stand this way for long, that finally, after so many years, she had reached the limit of her endurance and did not know how to turn back.

When Hailey closed the door behind her, Jay still looked after her for a moment. He was worried, and he was worried a lot. He knew that the memories from over 1.5 years ago had to come back to her now because of Kim. Until now, Jay couldn't forgive himself for what he had done. When he was sitting in that basement and when they beat him and then after he was shot, his only thought was Hailey and her smile and how she would be mad at him. After that, he promised himself that he would never let something like that happen, that he would never let Hailey suffer. That's why he was so hurt by what Voight had done to her.

- Is Hailey okay? - Adam pulled him out of his thoughts.

- Mhmm, this whole Kim kidnapping thing has cost everyone a lot. - Jay didn't know how much he should say or if he should say anything at all, so he answered evasively. Adam just nodded.

- I remember when you were missing and Hailey was losing her mind. If it wasn't for her and what she did, I don't know if we would have found you. - Jay was puzzled by his friend's words and didn't know what to say, just stared at his companion.

He had never wondered how they had found him, he didn't know the need to revisit the subject. He was afraid that it would bring back bad memories and for him and most of all for Hailey, who he knew was going through a lot. - I know Hailey won't dare to do this, but I know her and I know that she loves you very much, you know that? - After a moment of silence Adam spoke again and again the honesty of his friend's words clobbered him. Now that he and Hailey were together to know that this wonderful person loved him was surreal, but in a positive sense of course, but when he heard it from an outsider, a person who doesn't even know they're together, it made his heart beat harder.

- I... Emm - Jay didn't know what he should say now, not to give too much away, and he was tempted to say out loud that he knew and that they were together, but he knew it wasn't something he should say himself.

- Jay - Desk Sergeant Platt came into the bullpen, delivering Jay from further conversation. Both men looked in her direction. - Nathan Robertson's parents had just arrived.

- Adam, will you come with me? - Jay looked at his friend, who nodded without hesitation. Before going downstairs, Jay took another look at the door to the break room where Hailey was staying and then approached Sergeant Platt. - Trudy, can I have a request? - The older woman just nodded, waiting for the young police officer to finally say something. - Could you sit with Hailey for a moment? - he asked quietly so that Adam, who was waiting for him by the stairs, could come over. Although he knew Hailey wanted to be alone, he didn't know if that was a good idea.

- Did something happen? - The Sergeant asked herself, surprised by her subordinate's request and most surprised by his worried look.

- You could say that. Serge, Hailey probably won't want to talk and will want to push you away but ... - He paused and looked away from Serge and looked in the direction his girlfriend was and then again at the older woman who was looking at him with a worried look. He realized suddenly that he trusted the woman standing across from him more than anyone on this command, much like Hailey, for whom Trudy was an important authority figure, and that was the only reason he'd dared after asking the Sergeant. - There's been a lot going on lately, and I'm just worried about her and I know she trusts you Serge like no one else and I trust you too. Hailey needs someone like you right now. - It was the first time he dared to say such a personal thing.

- Of course I'll sit with her. - Sergeant Platt hadn't been as moved by Jay's words in a long time as she was at that moment. The way Jay was worried about Hailey was heartwarming. It was the first time Trudy had seen, Jay so in love, and she was so happy that both of her best men were now happy.

- Thank you - Jay was grateful and sent the Sergeant a slight smile before joining his friend.

- Jay - before they went downstairs, though, Platt stopped them for another moment. - She almost forgot, I managed to identify the other boy. His name was Harry Bartel. He grew up in an orphanage and then was sent to a reformatory for theft and battery, where he had just met Robertson. - Jay nodded his head in understanding in passing, and then he and Adam finally went downstairs to the dead boy's parents.

Left alone, Trudy walked up to the locked room where she knocked on the closed door, and when she heard a quiet "please" after a moment, she entered.

Hailey was sitting on the couch and when she looked at the Desk Sergeant entering the room, she quickly wiped her wet cheeks and tried for a warm smile, but unfortunately a grimace came out.

- What's up, Trudy? - she said in a voice hoarse from crying, which she tried to mask with a grunt.

- Hailey, what's going on? - Trudy immediately noticed that she must have been crying, which immediately worried her.

- I don't know what you're talking about. - Hailey tried her best to sound normal and hide everything, hoping that the Sergeant would let it go. However, seeing the expression on the older woman's face, she knew she wouldn't succeed.

- Hailey, who are you trying to fool? - Platt sat down next to her subordinate and watched her vigilantly, sitting down at the table so that she could look at her. - Your boyfriend said it would be like this. - The older woman laughed, causing a puzzled look on Hailey's face.

- Did you talk to Jay? - Hailey asked herself in disbelief at the Desk Sergeant's words.

- Chuckles just confirmed what I've been seeing for the past few weeks, and I'm not talking about you, I mean what's going on with you. - She looked at her with a watchful, bone-penetrating gaze, making Hailey feel as if the older woman was reading her mind.

- Serge, it's all right, really - Upton tried again to convince the woman sitting next to her, and above all herself, that nothing was going on, but to no avail. With all her might, she did not want to let on that it was wrong, that something was going on. It's enough that he sees her so broken all the time, and that shouldn't be the case. Hailey doesn't like to show her weakness, that something hurts her, that there are millions of demons swirling around in her head that she can't deal with.

- You're a lot like me, you know? - said Platt in reply to Hailey, who was surprised by her words and waited for her to elaborate further. - From an early age I was taught that emotions are weakness, that if I am not tough, that if I show even the slightest weakness I will get nowhere. So I was like that at work and at home, which meant I was alone most of my life, but I didn't care too much because I worked in the police force, which was my dream, so as long as everything was going well professionally I didn't care that I had no boyfriend, no friends. At work, this frigidity helped me to survive in a world dominated by men. But then it started to bother me and when Mouch came into my life, everything changed. - It was a surprise that the Sergeant entrusted her with such private matters. She didn't really know why the older woman was telling her all this. - Look, Hailey, I'm not going to get you to confess to me, but I do want to tell you that if you want to talk to someone, and you don't necessarily want to tell Detective Chuckles, you know where to find me. - she assured Trudy.

Those words touched Hailey deeply. She closed her eyes and let out two deep breaths to calm herself. She wanted to tell Sergeant Platt the whole truth about what happened that day in that damn warehouse, but she was afraid that not only would she lose her job, but that Jay and the rest of the team would get in trouble, and she couldn't let that happen.

- Trudy, I appreciate your frowning at the truth, but I can handle it. - She turned her face towards the Sergeant. - But if something were to happen, or I wanted to talk, I know where to report. - she sent the woman a grateful smile.

- Okay - Trudy nodded, knowing she wouldn't convince Hailey to confide in her.

- Oh shit - Hailey looked at the clock hanging on the wall - I should send the documents to New York. - She stood up abruptly and without waiting for the Sergeant, she left the break room to meet Jay and Adam entering the bullpen at the same time.

- Do you guys have anything? - she immediately asked the men while crossing her arms over her chest.

- Nothing in particular. - Ruzek was the first to speak up.

- 'I don't understand how you can turn your back on your own kid,' snorted Jay as he dodged Hailey and sat down in his seat.

- What do you mean? - Hailey asked, looking at her boyfriend.

- Robertson was 15 when he first went to juvie and since then his parents had forgotten about him, and now they didn't even shed a single tear. Disbelieving. - Hailey could see that Jay was angry, at these people, and she wasn't surprised at all. She herself couldn't fathom why parents did so much evil to their children, it was incomprehensible. She walked over to Jay and put her hand on his shoulder and squeezed it in a gesture of support. They looked into each other's eyes for a moment, Hailey smiled slightly assuring Jay that she was fine and that she didn't need to worry, Jay returned the smile.

- 'What about Kevin? - Hailey asked, stepping slightly away from Jay.

- And with me, two pieces of information - as if on cue, Kevin appeared in the bullpen. - First of all - he went straight to the board and started to explain what he had found. - There are no drugs in our warehouses with that tag, nor any narcotics cop any dealer dealing the same amphetamine we found in that house.

- But? - spoke up Hailey sensing that Kevin was not telling all.

- But one of my informants heard some time ago that a big player had recently appeared in town, but he doesn't know who it is. He said as soon as he finds out something, he'll let you know.

- And that's all you've agreed on for five hours? - said a sergeant from the Homicide and Burglary department with a commanding tone, appearing out of nowhere together with his subordinate, who Hailey thinks looks at Jay too often.

- I don't understand? - said a visibly irritated Jay, standing next to Hailey.

- I mean, detective, that ...

- Sergeant, is there a problem? - unexpectedly in the room appeared Sergeant Voight and in truth Hailey, really tried, but she couldn't stop herself from violently drawing in air and instinctively moved closer to Jay.

- 'Your people haven't established anything for five hours,' Sergeant Smith explained in a smug voice. She felt Jay's muscles solidify and then felt his hand on her back, at which she instinctively moved even closer to him. She needed to feel the contact with his skin, to feel that he was there because that was the only way she could keep from giving in to the impending panic attack.

- Okay, Jay get all the information together and then you and Hailey will come to me - at that word I swallowed my saliva nervously and felt Jay clench his fists tighter. I stepped back so that my back was touching Jay's chest, to calm my nerves, to keep from being plunged into panic.

She wasn't ready to face their Sergeant yet.

- Sergeant Smith, welcome to my office. - and with that Voight entered his office, followed by the Sergeant from Homicide, to talk behind closed doors.

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- Adam go to the hospital and sit with Kim. - spoke up Jay after some time of work.

- What? - asked a surprised Adam.

- You stare at that phone for 30 minutes - said Hailey, turning towards him.

- Go Kim needs you - added Jay.

- Thank you - Adam started to pack his things and a moment later he was gone.

- You too - Jay turned to Kev.

- Thank you, but I will stay and help you. - protested the officer.

- Okay, whatever you want - replied Jay, shrugging his shoulders. - Hailey - Jay turned to his partner, who looked at him with a questioning expression on her face. - We've already sent everything to New York, and we'll probably have to wait a few hours for an answer anyway, so you can go home. - Come on. I'm not leaving you guys. - she said confidently.

- Hailey - Jay walked over to Hailey and sat down on her desk. They looked into each other's eyes for a moment and communicated only in their own way, without words.

- Jay, Hailey come to me - a grey-haired man leaned out of the office and Hailey regretted her decision to stay on District. Jay put a hand on his girlfriend's shoulder and whispered to her to go home after all, then got up and walked over to the Sergeant.

- Hailey has to do one thing with Kevin, so I'm going to have to suffice you myself,' Jay said in an unobjectionable voice. Hailey could see how angry he was and how hard he tried not to show it in front of her and Kevin, who completely didn't understand what was going on.

Hailey didn't want to go out and leave Jay alone, but on the other hand, she was afraid that she would lose control of her emotions as soon as the door closed behind her and the three of them stayed in that office.

- That's how one of my CIs spoke up, wanting to meet. - Kevin spoke up, trying to support his friends.

- 'Okay, go ahead - Voight spoke up after a moment, then walked into his office, followed by Jay, who closed the door behind him and sent her a smile to let her know that everything was okay. Hailey tried to smile as well, but for some reason she couldn't do it and a grimace came out.

- Come on, Hailey - she was pulled out of the shock she was in by the touch of a hand on her shoulder.

- Yes, I'm coming - she shook her head to get rid of unnecessary thoughts. She quickly gathered her things and a moment later she was already in Kevin's car.

She didn't want to talk and Kevin didn't press the issue, although Hailey could feel his worried look on her and knew he had a lot of questions. She laid her head against the glass and watched the passing streetlights. She closed her eyes and let a few tears run down her cheeks. She knew this was the first time Kevin had seen her like this, but she no longer had the strength to pretend to be strong, and she knew Kevin was one of those people she wasn't ashamed to show emotion around, and she also knew he wouldn't ask any questions if she wasn't comfortable. So now they were driving to her house and in silence, punctuated by street sounds.

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