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quickhacked · 2 years

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Chapter >> 1 [x] Characters >> Cato Wu (oc), Eddie Wolfe (oc), Huxley Byrne (oc), Judy Álvarez, Lauren Dimas (oc), Mikhail Koshechkin (oc), Panam Palmer, Viktor Vektor, Vincent Mayer (oc), Vitali Dobrynin (oc) Total >> 4.4k words Warnings >> Injuries, violence mention

‘What are we looking at?’

‘Both trucks are no longer on our radar. Three injured- no casualties. I have tabs on the perpetrators, but… That can wait.’

Vitali hurried through the hallway alongside Judy, as fast as his leg allowed him to go. Twenty minutes- he had been gone for a hot total of twenty minutes, and he had come back to an office-wide crisis, two intercepted cargo trucks and a packed medbay with three of his best mercs out of commission.

He gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on his cane. The attack had been entirely unexpected though surprisingly coordinated, possibly planned for weeks already. They had known about the routes, the timetables, even the fucking emergency protocol- information that routinely changed and was not easily acquirable, specifically to prevent incidents like these from happening.

The door to the medbay was ajar, several voices booming from inside. Vitali did not even bother to knock and he barged in, nearly running straight into Cato and Vincent.

Crowded, as he had expected- Panam and Huxley near the window, and Viktor maneuvering between three hospital beds, used by Eddie, Lauren and Mikhail respectively. Vincent slightly stepped aside the moment Vitali entered the room; though Cato did not even acknowledge his presence.

‘She’s never been knocked out of the Net before,’ she said, the slight panic in her voice sending a cold shiver down Vitali’s spine. ‘There’s no fuckin’ way they managed to- Will she- Will she be alright?’

‘Of course she’ll be alright, kid.’ Viktor paused for a second, eyes fixed on the monitor next to Lauren as he carefully plugged it into the socket behind her ear. ‘Her brain got one helluva shock from whatever daemon they let loose. She’s just asleep- give ‘er some time, alright?’

‘You’re telling me she could’ve flatlined?’

‘As with any job, Cato. As with any job.’

Vitali was no longer focused on the conversation, his eyes drawn toward Lauren’s face. She showed no sign of injury, or anything the like- but he knew she wasn’t “just asleep”, as Viktor had lightly put it, having witnessed the aftermath of a forceful removal from the Net firsthand on several occasions already.

God, had he not left- twenty minutes, fuck’s sake- perhaps he had been able to help. Of course he had been able to help, he’s their fixer of all people; as Head of Security, Mikhail knew of most escape routes and emergency protocols, but Vitali had planned much more, way more, specifically for situations like these-

His eyes wandered over to Mikhail, sitting up straight in the bed next to Lauren’s with his upper body wrapped in bandages, as well as his head. Even though he presumably was in a lot of pain- he had refused to take any painkillers, for reasons well known to Vitali- he still managed to force a reassuring smile out of himself, and gave a solid nod into Vitali’s direction.

‘God fuckin’ damnit!’ Cato’s voice broke and she took a shaky breath, finally taking a moment to look around the room until her eyes landed on Vitali. ‘Oh, fuck- hey. Sorry about that, boss. Didn’t- I didn’t mean to-’

‘You’re okay,’ Vitali immediately cut her off, voice still gentle despite the circumstances. His gaze momentarily moved back to Lauren, and his chest tightened by the thought of Vincent lying there instead, eyes closed and face peaceful though anything but okay-

He pushed the thought out of his head. No time for that, now.

‘Vitya will fix her up, like he always does,’ he calmly continued, hesitantly reaching out for Cato’s arm and giving it a soft squeeze when she leaned in to close the distance between them. ‘V- Could you take Cato and get her something to drink, please?’

‘Of course.’ Vincent stepped forward, though paused when Cato averted her gaze toward the ground and he quickly raised his hands, continuing to speak to Vitali without sound so Cato would not have to hear any of it.

‘You need me to look into anything for you?’ he asked, making sure Judy could see the mostly fluid, though still slightly hesitant movements of his hands as well. ‘If you pass me the detes, I can get started on a background check at least.’

Vitali shook his head, removing his hand from Cato’s arm and resting his cane against his hip to reply. ‘You focus on Cato, and I will take care of the rest when I am done here. But- thank you. For the offer.’

Vincent softly smiled, giving him a quick nod before tapping Cato on her shoulder and carefully coaxing her out of the room when he realized she was barely present anymore, eyes staring blankly ahead as she allowed him to pull her along.

Before closing the door, he shot a last glance at the crowd inside. ‘Hey- You two get some rest, alright?’

‘Will do,’ Eddie answered, his voice a little hoarse as he spoke from the third bed. Mikhail did not even bother to try and open his mouth and gave Vincent a weak thumbs-up instead.

Vitali grabbed his cane again and slowly walked over to Eddie’s bed, exhaustion kicking in now that he knew that they were all still alive; though he knew the guilt would not go away any time soon, as he still felt responsible for them and for what had happened-

But at least they were still alive. They were still alive.

‘We tried to shake ‘em off, but- they had us surrounded,’ Eddie quietly said, making an attempt at sitting up when Vitali moved closer and sat down on the edge of the bed to relieve his leg. ‘As if… As if they knew exactly where we were going. Cargo’s probably lost by now- sorry, boss.’

‘Never mind the cargo, Eddie.’ Vitali clenched his jaw, another jab of guilt piercing his chest and he was barely able to keep his voice stable. ‘How is your head?’

Eddie stayed quiet for a moment, eyes darting around the room as if they were desperately trying to avoid making eye-contact for whatever reason; Vitali noticed some dried-up blood still covering their jaw and ear, presumably because Viktor had been a little preoccupied with other things.

They were lucky he had even been around to begin with. Only worked at Vitali’s office once in the week- had they needed to visit any other ripperdoc in town, or had they needed to travel all the way to Viktor’s shop instead, big chance they would not have made it in time-

‘Been better,’ Eddie finally answered, voice a little miserable as they spoke. ‘But…I’ll live.’

‘Gotta give your leg some rest,’ Viktor said. Vitali knew he was talking to Eddie, but clenched his jaw again when he noticed Viktor’s eyes on him instead. ‘Give it time to heal, alright? No “I’ll be fine” and no “just one gig”. That’s how people get ‘emselves six feet under.’

‘Yes, sir.’ Eddie swallowed and watched in silence while Vitali slowly got up again. ‘Um- Vitali?’

Vitali turned his head again; the weary look in Eddie’s eyes made his chest tighten.

‘I think,’ Eddie slowly started, once again averting his gaze. ‘I think I- I dunno, call me crazy, but- pretty sure I heard Dusty out there. Our Dusty. Could recognize that madman’s voice anywhere.’

Vitali blinked, shoulders involuntarily tensing up upon hearing the oh-so familiar name. He opened his mouth, but the words got caught in his throat; so he just nodded instead, and after shooting one last glance at Mikhail he quickly left the room, gesturing at Huxley and Panam to follow suit as well.

‘Fuckin’ insanity this early in the bloody morning,’ Huxley said, closing the door behind them and carefully pushing themself past Judy to be able to walk next to Vitali. ‘And o’course it happens in yer absence.’

‘I should not have taken that fucking phone call,’ Vitali mumbled, refusing to look up at them and rubbing the bridge of his nose in exasperation. ‘But- nothing I can do about that now. Panam- What can you tell me?’

‘Not much, I’m afraid.’ Panam fastened her pace and replaced Huxley next to Vitali, knowing he had trouble hearing people positioned behind him. ‘I sat in the back, didn’t get a clear view of the road. Didn’t even notice something was up until Misha started screaming- just assumed we were suddenly in a hurry.’

Two cargo trucks, gone. Vitali did not care- whatever had been inside was not nearly as important to him as the people who had been driving and guarding it- but he did wonder-

Why?

Why some random cargo? And why his cargo, of all people in Night City? If they needed weaponry or anything the like, they would’ve been better off intercepting some Arasaka vehicles, or Militech if they were feeling brave- Vitali knew their routes were much less guarded than his own, more predictable as well, and by definition a lot easier to get access to-

‘They managed to get us to stop completely,’ Panam continued, the tone of her voice different than before, as if she was sinking into deep thought. ‘Had us locked in. I- I thought that when- you know, we started driving again, I thought it was all good, but…’

They arrived at the elevators and Panam gratefully used the moment to pause and take a deep breath, smiling wearily at Judy when she stepped closer to briefly take her hand and give it a squeeze. They entered the elevator together, and went back up a few floors to mission control.

‘It was them, behind the wheel,’ Panam said. ‘Whoever attacked us. I couldn’t reach them from my position, and I- well, I wasn’t sure if the others were still…you know. So I jumped out. On second thought, I could’ve gone with ‘em, I guess- To their hideout or whatever-’

‘Glad you didn’t.’ Vitali gestured at the tablet under Judy’s arm. ‘Trucks are chipped. We could follow them for a while from here, but lost them from radar. Would have lost you too.’ He paused, and gave her a quick lookover. ‘Are you alright?’

‘I- Yeah!’ Panam quickly nodded, but her voice was suddenly a few octaves higher than before. ‘Just some- some good ol’ scrapes and bruises. Nothing I can’t handle.’

Vitali slowly nodded, but said nothing more of it.

It had been quiet at the office for some time now. Vincent had made a full recovery after they had successfully stabilized his condition, and Vitali himself had also recovered from his leg surgery. Still, some way to go- he had to take it easy, yet was still too often found running around the office, or even joining his mercs on simple gigs.

What could he say? He got bored too easily. Needed some distraction every now and then- which he could find plenty with Vincent, of course- though he often found himself missing the thrill of a fight, of successfully sneaking through some megacorporation’s warehouse to steal their gear, of feeling the weight of a gun in his hand-

Though it was all different, now, he had noticed. Ever since Arasaka had been in control of his brain for a while, Vitali would zone out on occasion, more than he would like to admit to Viktor. A dissociative state, similar to how Vincent had been in the months after they had gotten rid of Johnny Silverhand- though sometimes it came with a seething rage Vitali had not felt in years-

And it scared him a little bit.

He had not lost control- not yet, at least. And hopefully it would never happen, given his high levels of self-awareness and self-control, and the fact he had worked so hard to be able to control his emotions the way he could nowadays.

But he had felt it. He had felt it in battle, bubbling up in his chest the moment he’d had to watch an enemy punch one of his friends in the face. He had felt it in the warehouse, causing his hands to tingle upon spotting a lighter and some canisters of gasoline in one of the workplaces. And he had felt it that morning while getting dressed, when he had grabbed his gun to put it in the holster around his thigh-

He had decided to leave it at home.

‘So, currently looking at five possible perpetrators,’ Judy said, as the four of them entered mission control- the entire hall was empty at that moment, apart from the chaos that had been left behind earlier, the moment the gig had gone wrong.

‘There might be more,’ Panam added, carefully maneuvering around an empty cup and a pool of coffee on the floor, knocked over at some point but no one had bothered to clean it up yet. ‘Didn’t get the best look at ‘em, but- I- yeah.’

‘Five is already much more of a lead than zero,’ Vitali said, leaning back against one of the desks and turning on the large screen covering most of the back wall of the room. ‘Don’t beat yourself up for it. Judy- detes. All of it.’

‘Sure thing, jefe. Take a look.’

Judy plugged in her tablet and sent the files she had been looking at to the screen, and Vitali watched as several personal documents popped up alongside some NCPD street footage of both the moment the trucks were intercepted, as well as their last known location before the radar went dark.

‘Tried scanning the rest of the cams, but they’re plugged- enemy Netrunner I’m assuming,’ Judy said, gesturing at the screen and taking a few steps forward. ‘No idea where they went, but- the route they followed before disappearing, and the area I don’t have access to- it’s all too similar to what we dealt with before.’

What we dealt with before.

A knot took shape in Vitali’s stomach and he exhaled sharply, momentarily losing his vision when a sudden fog filled his head; a strange, numb sensation he had grown way too familiar with, though it was surprisingly welcoming now in a time of crisis, and he nearly allowed himself to drift away into the far ends of his own mind-

He dug his fingernails into the palm of his hand, the stinging pain pushing the fog back until he could think clearly again.

‘What we dealt with before?’ Vitali repeated, voice a little shaky as he tried to regain his composure, and he raised an eyebrow. ‘You mean- You are saying this is-’

‘The Broker, yes,’ Judy quietly answered.

The Broker.

Silence fell over the room again and Vitali turned back toward the screen, eyes carefully scanning the footage that was still playing- over and over again, continuously showing him how Eddie got dragged over the asphalt by the collar of his jacket while bleeding profusely from two wounds, and how Mikhail was pulled from the driver’s seat and clocked in the head with the back of a gun-

He went over the facts again in his mind, painfully aware of the anger boiling in his chest. Judy was probably right- all the evidence was right there in front of them. But still, still, he could not believe it. He didn’t want to believe it.

‘Are you sure?’ was all he managed to ask.

‘Too coordinated to be a coincidence.’ Judy paused and pulled up a map of the district, zooming in on the route their cargo had taken. ‘They attacked from the south, got their backup from the same vantage points as last time- add to that their escape route, and, well- voice recog picked up on a match in my database. The Sanders guy? He was here.’

Judy swiped the map away and focused on the personal documents instead, lining them up next to each other- and Sanders was indeed there, unmistakably the same Sanders that had attempted to blow one of Vitali’s escorts to smithereens last time he had decided to show his face.

But Vitali paid him no mind, eyes slowly trailing the other available portraits as his throat tightened painfully, recognizing not one- or two, or three- but all four of them, and he gripped the edge of the desk as his stomach turned.

‘Bloody fuckin’ Christ, Eddie was right.’ Huxley stepped backwards as she cursed loudly in Irish and threw up her hands. ‘Dusty, you cunt! Why would you- Why would he-’ She turned to Vitali, brow furrowed into the angriest frown he had ever seen on her face.

‘Not just him,’ he plainly answered, nodding at the screen. ‘The others, too- I have all seen them before. And…given them gigs at some point.’

It was starting to make sense, now. Well, not all of it, but at least some- the escort incident had already left him wondering after he had seen the footage, when he could’ve sworn he recognized some of the attackers- though back then he had not given it a second thought and blamed his lack of sleep for his delusions.

But now, now-

And he understood. Of course he understood- he had left Night City unprompted with Vincent, to go to Arizona with the Aldecaldos in hopes to find him a cure. Mikhail had stayed behind, had done his best to keep the business up and running; but things had changed. And not every merc and every client had stuck around.

Vitali did not blame Mikhail- how could he? It was his own fault alone, and he took full responsibility. Even though he had taken the time to fix his reputation and his business was back on track, of course he knew not everyone would forgive him-

But he had not expected his own ex-mercs to start launching attacks on him.

‘That’s why they knew about the routes,’ Vitali quietly said, lowering his gaze in defeat. ‘And how they knew exactly when and where to attack-’

‘But why?’ Huxley cut him off. ‘What kind of piss move is this? Especially Dusty, the motherfucker-!’ Another string of swears, in at least three different languages. ‘Boss, I swear to you- Mikhail offered him everything. Kissing all of Dusty’s ass and then some to keep him satisfied after your departure, and- that- that wasn’t fucking enough? And now, he’s- they-’

‘Hux, breathe,’ Panam interrupted them. Her face had hardened, arms crossed tightly in front of her chest as her eyes moved from Huxley to Vitali. ‘You’re saying these are your people?’

‘Yes,’ Vitali quietly answered. ‘Were my people.’

The conversation continued, but he was no longer listening. His eyes were once again pulled toward the screen; though he hesitated, as if he was embarrassed to look at it. Embarrassed, because he had caused this to happen- because he had abandoned them, leaving town for his own good reasons, but without taking into account the consequences for those around him.

It made sense. He did not blame them. After all, he knew exactly what abandonment was like, and he was all too familiar with the consequences of losing your one and only safety net.

Though now, three of his loved ones had almost died; and with that, Sanders and Dusty and their gang had crossed a very clear line.

‘One thing I don’t get- Why the Broker of all people?’ Judy asked, her ever-so calm voice pulling Vitali back to reality. ‘What’s their play in all of this? Another one of your old mercs maybe, Vito?’

‘I hope not.’ Vitali shrugged, and gestured at the screen again. ‘But it’s not off the table, apparently. Either way, it seems like they are targeting us now.’

‘Us?’ Judy carefully repeated. ‘Or you?’

Vitali said nothing.

Judy raised a good point. So far, each mention of the Broker in their archive was connected to another fixer- for example, Vitali knew that Wakako had lost three full teams to them already, from one of which the bodies had never been recovered.

But the attacks had been spread out before; not merely targeting a fixer at a time, but all of them at once, over the course of several months. An attack on the entire network, almost, causing chaos and pitting mercs up against each other as everyone lost their trust in people they used to work with so closely.

Yet now- two attacks in barely two weeks. Three, even, counting the brief scuffle Vincent had had after a gig with some goons they had managed to trace back to the Broker as well. Vitali was not entirely sure what it meant, but it sure felt like they had their eyes on him; and now they had resorted to sending his ex-mercs after his people.

‘What else is there?’ Vitali quietly asked, momentarily fumbling with the top button of his shirt as he unbuttoned it, the air around him suddenly a lot more suffocating than before. ‘The Broker, I mean- what do we know?’

‘Has been around for some time, now.’ Judy paused as she closed her tabs and opened a different one, sending new files and footage to the big screen and clicking through some of it as she spoke. ‘Few years at least- earliest mention dates back to late 2075. Seems to target fixer networks but claims no attacks, so they’re not doing it for publicity.’

‘And now it’s our turn.’

‘Apparently so. Though I will say it’s strange it’s been multiple attacks now- and the fact they’re sending your ex-mercs. Cannot be a coincidence.’

Judy was often right, her gut feeling the strongest and most accurate in all of Night City, if you asked Vitali- so of course he was inclined to believe her.

‘We need to figure out who we are dealing with before the situation escalates,’ Vitali said, now noticing how everyone in the room was staring at him, almost expectantly. ‘If we can find out who they are, we’ll have much more to go on- I say we start with their vantage points. Perhaps we can find traces which can lead us to their hideouts.’

‘Good idea.’ Panam walked closer, gesturing at the screen again. ‘And we know what kind of cars they drive- all the same, as well. I can call some people, figure out where they get their wheels.’

‘I appreciate that. Thank you.’ Vitali paused, his gaze moving from Judy to Panam and back- he had noticed the brief look they’d shared, and dug his nails back in the palm of his hand before speaking up again.

‘I… I know you two had things planned for today,’ he carefully said. ‘There is plenty of people around the office; if you send V the files, he can look into it with Hux and-’

‘It’s alright,’ Judy quickly said, unplugging her tablet again and shooting another glance at Panam. ‘We’re needed here, so- our date can wait. I know how busy you are. How busy everyone else is. Especially now.’

Vitali exhaled sharply, feeling a weight he had not even been aware of washing off his shoulders. Asking for help was not his forte, still, and something he needed to work on- though he was glad Judy and he could see eye to eye, and words needed not to be spoken in order for her to catch on to his intentions-

‘Thank you,’ he said, the words heavy in his mouth. ‘Truly. And I’m sorry.’

‘It’s alright.’ Panam gave him a playful punch against his shoulder. ‘You can buy us a beer later. And a pack o’ cigs or two. None of that fake shit you smoke, though.’

The two left the room, leaving Vitali and Huxley behind. Huxley was still pacing, holding their hands mid-air as they rubbed their thumbs over the sides of their index fingers in a desperate attempt to keep their composure.

Vitali knew they did not take betrayal very well; this was just another clear example of that. The other mercs had not shown their faces much, but Dusty had been a regular- had been well on his way to joining Vitali’s inner circle, even, and to walk away was one thing, but to join an opposing party- to attack with such ferocity, and the intent to kill-

‘I cannae believe it,’ Huxley spat, grabbing one of the nearby chairs and giving it a hard push; its wheels squeaked as it slowly rolled across the room, creating less of an effect than they had meant to make.

‘Me neither,’ Vitali sighed, hopping on the desk entirely now and letting his feet dangle down, soles scraping over the floor as he slightly swayed them back and forth. ‘Not much to do about it now, though.’

‘You won’t try to talk some sense into ‘im?’

‘You and I both know him well enough to know that is out of the question. Besides, he nearly killed our friends- and by the looks of it he did not even give it a second thought.’

Huxley scoffed and rubbed her eyes, then walked after the chair she’d pushed and dropped herself into it.

Vitali let his gaze wander off again and he stared out of the window, watching an Arasaka aircraft slowly move by and vanish behind a nearby building. He clenched his jaw, feeling the familiar energy surge up through his body again, and sat in silence until his heartbeat settled down.

Everybody lived, once again. A happy ending, though this was not an ending in the slightest- moreso a beginning, of something Vitali still could not entirely place.

Why him? Why now?

It made sense for them to target his mercs, yet it felt entirely wrong- he himself sitting safely in his office, while they risked their lives out there for him. It’s why he had always done gigs with them. Why he still did, even now that he was still slowly recovering from an injury.

‘What a fuckin’ Monday, am I right?’ Huxley mumbled, their voice barely audible for Vitali. ‘Genuinely thought I was dreaming for a sec there. Still hoping I am.’

Oh, how Vitali wished he was dreaming as well. How he wished he would wake up in Vincent’s arms, and they would meet Mikhail in the living room and no one was injured and everything was fine-

‘Come on,’ Vitali said, pushing the thoughts away and jumping off the desk again. It was of no use to dwell on what had happened, and he knew that well enough- and he knew everyone present felt horrible, and a little lost- but he was there now, and he could be there for them now.

And he knew he had to be.

‘Let’s get to work.’

#nuclearwriting #rbs much appreciated :) <3 #too scared to put this in the tags LOL it's fine. this is fine #anyway! new beginnings! it's all starting!!! AUGH #not much happens here yet but i gotta start somewhere right #very excited to see what y'all think of this >:]#feel free to send me asks about it if you feel like doing so!! i love talking. about this. but also just in general tbh #some new names in here but don't worry too much about it it's just for flavor. spice it up. make it feel realistic #they're already faceless i can't let them be nameless as well LMFAO #anyway i hope i posted this at the right time but i shall also be very annoying with the self rbs because i am proud of this <3 #ch:the broker

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padfootastic · 2 years

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writing a oneshot about a very specific scene and suddenly there’s so much worldbuilding about Houses and Lordships and Family Magics and we’re at *checks notes* 2.6k words and the prompt hasn’t even been touched yet 💀💀 like i could take this and plop it into any other postwar fic, and you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.

i am,,,,very consciously not complaining because of how much fun i’m having (after a long time) and i do not want to jinx myself into forced-writing again. but by god, my ability to spin bullshit astounds me sometimes.

#it’s just the golden trio being cute and talking so far #ron & hermione are educating harry about the wizarding world’s traditons #traditions*#poor baby’s working thru grief and guilt + emotional numbness #and bam comes sirius’ name #anyway it’s all very fun and after i’m done we gotta do a review #to see if something needs to go to the graveyard #i started off in a very different format than i’ve done before #also i’m writing in present tense!! realised my tense switching is giving me a headache so i’m trying to do sumn about it in the beginning #anyway yeah just wanted to put this here bc i’ve been whining about not liking my stuff for the past few days #and this is not like that!!!#pen’s writing

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dandyshucks · 2 months

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ack ough augh me when paranoia gets the better of me smh smh dfsjkl

anyways i am having a rly weird night and deleted the post w the oc first concept drafts, but I can tell yall that their names are Philby and Theodor :]

#sorry i literally do not know why brain was like ''hey man u gotta delete that post or ur going to like. die or smth'' dsgjkl #usually i will do my best to just ignore it but im sitting here w a pounding heart (a feat in itself bc of meds) and difficulty breathing #so i figured ah well i'll just do what it says for this one thing bc i would like to avoid a complete breakdown tonight HFDJKL #i think the brain does not like my art rn sfjkl it seems to think that any of my not-perfect art is Not Okay to post #like. somehow morally wrong. which does not even begin to make sense. so fdhskl what the fuck bulnasaur #also annoying bc i cannot make my art look Good most of the time so if i dont post shitty art then i end up never posting anything LOL #anyhowdy... weird day weird night having not a very good time but alas and alack what can ya do fdsjkl #if i go quiet for a while it'll be because of all this but im probably going to keep my usual activity up bc i try hard to fight the brain #if i start letting the brain gophers drive my actions too much then it gets harder and harder to break away from it and out of it #vent //#dandy.cmd

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snekdood · 3 months

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idk how or when i got 700 followers but cool and hi i guess

#why are you here #im literally just here yelling #i was at like 200 last i checked #gotta be a lot of bots bc idk #its just that i hate this website so i dont understand how theres a portion of this website that wants to follow me #either its bots or cowards taking screenshots of my posts w/o saying shit to me directly #or ig the rare few of people that genuinely like me ???????????????????????????????#but qhy #i am starting to get anxiety about this revelation. i fear power.#one of the worst fates i'd hate to fall unto me is becoming powerful and misusing it. becoming what i hate.#so i try to push power away all the time. its why im so nasty on here dsjhbvdhgfbs im trying to get people to HATE ME #pls dont do this. i Will just hide away from humanity if i have to #*begins stabbing in the air violently in all directions as if trying to fight off a very quick small ghost*#yelling on the internet about your problems is all fun and games until ppl actually follow u and start to like u and become somewhat #swayed by what you say through no real attempt of your own and thn its a decision if you're going to let a drunkenness for that power to #over take you or reject it like the hideous manipulative shit it is #and then i end up deleting my social media accounts for a while bc the responsibility of power is too overwhelming and it keeps #trying to fucking come bACk to me and i DONT FUCKIN WANT IT #google how do i make people hate me and unfollow me so things can go back to normal and i can be a nobody yelling online #people who are following me and especially young people listen up: you do not have to be like me or do anything like me #you can be disgusted or annoyed with some of the ways i operate and generally like me anyways #dont feel pressured to do anything i say ever im yelling to what i was hoping was the void but ended up being 700 entire people #im literally just some guy who sits inside and thinks all day and likes to garden and do art sometimes and im only 26 #i am not someone who knows everything or anything like that i share from my own experiences and thats it #and i am not always correct on anything ever and im always open to being wrong and i especially love it when people ACTUALLY #directly point out to me when im wrong and correct me and please oh god please do not try to be like me sdfbhfsdvhgfsdhgc #you are your own person with your own life i can be a guy you look at and be like 'how can i be more like or less like this dumpster fire #of a man' but dont be like me in every way or think like me in every way just dont please have your own opinions #okay im glad i got that off my chest sdnjfsdhvgsdhvgfhvgfsd #also if you're a minor you SHOULDNT be following me anyways

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ciaoteamo · 24 days

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Milk and Water (Pt. I)

pairings: doppelgänger!Milkman x fem!Reader

summary: One of the newest residents’ very first doppelgänger comes in, trying to sway you into to letting them in. Will you..?

pt.II

art credit (twt: loafuu_chii)

warning: 18+ content

“…what’s the story behind your um… ears(?)” You ask the doppelgänger before you. It was a clone of one of your favorite neighbors actually, her name was Maria.

A woman around your age that you became really close friends with over the few months of you working here.

“@&! !$?&” The doppelgänger let out a series of sounds.

“right, so give me one second” You press the bright red button next to the window and the steel blinds shut with a blaring alarm sound.

You call D.D.D. and they clean up their mess per usual. You once again, you were just thankful you didn’t have to work on that side of the glass.

You check your wrist watch, and happily sigh at the fact that you only had one more hour left to work.

“ mmm, someone’s eager to go home i see” A familiar voice speaks up.

“oh, Mr. Francis” You give the man a polite grin. He gave you a sly one in return. You knew it wasn’t him off the bat. Francis was usually shy towards you, making you want to tease him into blushing whenever you saw him.

Well, you suppose you could kill two birds with one stone. Flirt with the doppelgänger of your crush, and have some entertainment.

“how are you pretty girl” He asks, sliding an I.D. and sheet through the slot.

You examine the documents and identification and beam a smile up at him.

“the date on the I.D. is a little expired hun” You declare. He lets out a small chuckle and leans a little toward the glass.

“mmm, been busy with the milk business, love. must’ve slipped my mind to renew it” He replied. His eyes were low but he still held his sly grin. You leaned back in your chair, with a bored look on your face.

“you’re not like my Francis” You huff and tilt your head with a disappointed look.

His grin faltered and he stepped closer. His breathing had quickened a bit and he took off his hat. “who knows, i could be better” He suggests.

Now that his confidence had depleted a little, you were growing bored of him. You checked the time again and you had 45 minutes left.

“well i’ve gotta get you moving now. it was nice to see such a handsome face though, so thank you” You beam and reach for the button

“you don’t want to do this, trust me” He states with a warning tone. This wasn’t unusual, getting threats after realizing they’re doppelgängers, but being that this one was this aware… they must be evolving.

“and why would i trust you?” You ask out of curiosity.

“i mean look at me” He smirks, one arm leaned against the top of the window. His irises turned from their chocolate brown and into an empty pure white.

“hm” You nod and press the button.

“(Y/N)!” He roared with what you assume was his fist banging the glass.

You call D.D.D. and wait for them to clean their mess, again.

The steel blind begins to lift and you sit back in your seat, checking your watch again but noticed the new pink lighting that shone in.

You furrow your eyebrows and look up in horror as you see blood streaks on the window in thick, and dripping amounts. You jump out of your chair and put your back against the wall.

About 5 D.D.D. workers were piled up, bloody and battered in the corner of the room, and there the doppelgänger was.

Staring at you.

His eyes were low, his shirt was torn, revealing his pecs and the start of his abdomen. He was panting with his (surprisingly still) neat hair and an almost psychotic expression.

“oh no…” He starts with a laugh, still breathing heavily.

“what did you do..?” You cover your mouth with your hand.

“it’s what you did. you got me all riled up.”

He looks down for a brief moment and you swear you hear a zip. He holds his tie and the end of his tattered shirt in his mouth and looks up at you with knitted eyebrows.

His breath fogging up the window as he asks you. Looking like a poor starving puppy. “will you let me in now…? I need your help…” He slightly groaned.

“…what. the. fuck.”

#milkman #milkman x reader #francis mosses #francis mosses x reader #ciaoteamo #x reader #imagine #smut #fem dom reader #thats not my neighbor #milkman smut #milk the man

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nandermoenthusiast · 11 months

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life is kicking my ass this year

#text pots #like theres so much growth happening all at once but my anxiety levels are constantly at un unbereable level #i also sleep very little at night and am always exhausted #and i hate that there is so much i cant do right now #i just want this period of my life to be over so i can like. chill and blog and journal and do all the things i usually do #i havent posted anything on here in 2 weeks and i hate it #i havent journaled in months and i hate it #idk man im just always always reeling from all the things i have to do in my free time #first of all emptying my grandmas house to go live there and you gotta decide between paints and find a place for all the forniture you #dont want or her billion paintings on the walls and then buy a sofa and a bed and maybe some shelves for your books but its all so #overwhelming and you dont like. you dont even really know where to begin #because emptying it is the most important thing but your dad gets choked up every time you try to do anything substantial #and i just feel so tired so so so so tired #in the meantime like i have had a dream of resuming driving for like 5 years and i finally started again ive been driving for 4 months #but god its so challenging #and its really hard for me sometimes to see pedestrians in some of the most downtown crossings like sometimes i feel they are just showing #up out of nowhere ! and it makes me so paranoid #ive had to brake suddenly a few times and it almost gave me a heart attack #im so afraid to hurt someone even though i drive real slow near crossings like im barely moving #so I wouldnt really hurt anyone but. yk im just anxious about accidentally bumping some pedestrian #and the lack of sleep is not helping me #and god i just wanna be done with all of it #mostly the house #please please please i need to be done i am stressing myself so much #im sorry to barge in after two weeks where the most i could do was like posts i see on my dash and leave them in my likes to be rbd later #when ill feel better #and even then like. even when i have some shred of free time #im so tired i just wanna stare at the ceiling #or obsess over which lamp or credenza to buy or which shade to get a piece of furniture #i hate myself ♥️ also this probably wasnt the best time to start going to the gym but im doin that too ✌️

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sexlapis · 6 months

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[◉°] … TOJI FUSHIGURO TAKES A LIE DETECTOR TEST… 9.6M VIEWS

꩜ actor!toji (& implied actor toji x actress/actor reader)

⤷ synopsis: toji thought this lie detector test was going to be a breeze. he was a little mistaken.

sfw, fluff, crack, ooc toji, toji & reader are secretly together, toji lying!

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“i ain’t nervous,” toji claims, cracking his neck and smirking as the crew members attach the needed equipment to his body, “i ain’t no liar either. so i got nothing to worry about here.”

“i sure hope that’s true, mr.fushiguro.” the polygraph examiner replies slyly.

“are you ready, toji fushiguro?” the interviewer asks.

“yeah, i am,” toji claps, “hurry up and get started.”

“is your name toji fushiguro?”

“yes my name is toji fushiguro.” he looks to the polygraph examiner. “it is, right?”

the woman simply stares at him.

“..alright then…”

the interviews asks another question. “are you about to take a polygraph exam?”

“yes, yes and yes, now give me the real questions!”

TOJI FUSHIGURO TELLS THE TRUTH

YOUR CAREER

“we’re going to start with the category of your career.”

toji nods and looks to the examiner. “how ‘m i doing?”

“you’re very calm, nothing unusual yet.”

“hm.”

the interview begins to speak. “one of your most popular roles as an actor was when you played Frank Castle in the Netflix series, “The Punisher”. some would say this is when you became a heartthrob. do you think is this true?”

toji sighs and shakes his head. “nah-”

“LIE.” the polygraph examiner calls out.

toji raises his hand. “…because, i was already a heartthrob before alla that.” he smiles, looking proud of himself. his answer is met with silence.

“ok.” says the interviewer and goes onto the next question. “do you face a lot of pressure being a heartthrob?”

“nope.” toji answers easily. “i’m just that kinda guy. i ain’t gotta try too hard for much, especially not ‘being hot’.”

he looks at the examiner.

“he’s telling the truth.” she states. she almost seems disappointed by the fact.

“see?” toji says, folding his arms, “as i said, ‘got nothin’ to lie about.”

“in the punisher,” the interviewer starts, ignoring toji’s cocky replies, “do you wear a muscle suit to look bigger than you actually are?”

toji throws his back, cackles echoing around the small room. “fuck no!” he gestures to…his whole body, “‘it look like i need a muscle suit? ‘didn’t even know that shit was a thing… i’m big enough without any of that stuff.” he shrugs, looking into the camera. “i think we can all see that.”

the examiner nods curtly. “..he is telling the truth.”

“do you workout often?” asks the interviewer.

toji scoffs. “i thought i’d get good questions..but yeah, yeah i do workout.”

“would you consider yourself fit?”

“yep. ‘hundred percent.”

“would you consider yourself fitter than,” the interviewer slides a photo of the actor gojo satoru towards toji, “this man?”

“pfft-” toji chortles. “oh, ohh yeah. easily. he’s like..” he looks for the correct words, “a little boy. are we kidding?”

he looks to the examiner and then to the interviewer.

“he is being truthful..again.”

toji smirks at the camera, tapping the side of his nose with his finger. “toji never lies.”

POP CULTURE

“this year, you were named “The Most Sexiest Man Alive” by People Magazine. do you believe you’re sexier than this man, 2022’s sexiest man, nanami kento?” the interviewer slides another photo, this time of the actor nanami kento.

toji looks at the photo for a second, before scoffing a little. “oh yeah. definitely. ‘guy just has a permanent frown on his face. he ain’t ugly but he could smile a little, y’know?”

“what about this ‘guy’, 2021’s most sexiest man alive, ryomen sukuna?” the interviewer also slides a picture of him to toji.

toji strokes his chin. “heh..yeah..yeah i would say so..this guy..he ain’t ugly either but..theres this energy about him..”

“what energy would that be, toji fushiguro?”

“the energy of a fuckin’ mass murderer that’s what!” he laughs at his own joke, looking at the picture of this ‘ryomen sukuna’, who is glaring into his soul through the image. “yeahh, i’d say i’m more attractive than him. just.. just a little.” he holds two fingers close together emphasis. “jesus christ, that’s one scary looking fuck.”

the examiner inspects the polygraph and looks towards toji and the interviewer. “he has been telling the truth.”

“yeah.” toji nods, exhaling through his mouth and sliding the pictures away from himself. “‘course i am.”

LOVE LIFE

toji had been doing well so far, but the category of ‘love life’ would be his downfall.

“do you want to get married in the future?”

“yeah, yeah i do.”

the examiner nods.

“have you ever been in love?”

“..yes.” toji responds, thinking about his past for a second.

the examiner nods again.

“are you in love right now?”

toji pauses for the first time in the whole test. he takes a deep breath. “no. yeah, no. ‘m not.”

the examiner raises an eyebrow at the results. “questionable.”

“oh, c’mon.” toji groans, rolling his eyes.

“is there someone you’re in love with?”

“nope. nobody at all.” he interlinks his fingers, tapping them against each other. “..nobody at all..”

“questionable. again.” the examiner states, pointedly looking at toji.

toji sighs. “oh, brother…”

“did you happen to meet this person..on set?”

“no, ‘cause there is no person?” toji says firmly.

“again.” the examiner says. “questionable.”

“christ…”

the interviewer asks another question. “do you believe in love at first sight?”

toji huffs. “no, that’s just two people who wanna fuck.”

“i see. then,” the interviewer takes out three pictures, all of them being people who he has worked with on set, including you.

“are you in love with any of these people?”

toji gulps, hesitating for a split second, his eyes focused on your picture. “nope. not oneeee bit.”

“LIE.” the examiner shouts excitedly, happy to have finally caught toji out on lying. she rings the negative buzzer repeatedly. “lie!”

“‘you serious?” he asks incredulously, looking between the interviewer and the examiner. “listen, maybe it was just my heart murmur or somethin’ like that,” he looks to side, cheeks rosy and shifts in his seat a little, “i-i don’t-”

“those are the last of our questions.” the interviewer says to toji, smiling knowingly. “thank you for taking part in our lie detector test.”

toji grumbles.

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a/n: this was longer than i planned 🤥

#I’m so sorry i always forget the taglist i’m not used to one i’m so sorry😭#actor!toji #toji x reader #toji x gn!reader #toji x you #toji x y/n #toji x self insert #toji fluff #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro x y/n #toji fushiguro fluff #fushiguro toji x reader #fushiguro toji x you #fushiguro toji fluff #toji x gender neutral reader #toji x gender neutral!reader

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bratphilia · 6 months

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overtime (m. schmidt x reader)

request: "Hey ! Just discovered your account and I love your writtings ! I was wondered if you could write a smut and romantic thing with mike ? I dont have any specific context and all its up to you ! <3"

note: ty sm for showing love to my work and for requesting!! i finally was able to write something actually sweet with mike for the first time lmao.

pairing: mike schmidt x reader

tags: small age gap, fingering, missionary

after putting abby to sleep, you fell asleep yourself in front of the tv. you couldn't help it! it was a long night of cooking spaghetti for abby (and ordering pizza, per her request), helping her build a fort, and coloring with her inside it. abby's a sweet kid, but babysitting has always tired you out in general. plus her older brother, your boss, started working the graveyard shift at his new job, so it would be unfeasible for you to not go to sleep during your time spent over there.

you woke up to the chair next to you being shifted in, and open your eyes to see mike sitting there, running a hand through his hair with a sigh. you feel embarrassed that you fell asleep on the job and quickly explain yourself. "i'm so sorry for falling asleep, i was just—"

he looks at you. "no need to apologize. i don't expect you to wait all night long for me."

awkward silence fills the air. well, that settles that. god, he's so cute, you think, even all stressed out and with bags under his eyes. he's also been nothing but kind to you since the two of you met. always concerned with how you're doing, how school is holding up, and just generally about your wellbeing. you try to do reciprocate as it's obvious mike doesn't have a lot of people in his life doing the same for him.

you're the first to break the silence. "uhm, there's leftover pizza in the fridge... you know, in case you want any..." you comment, not quite sure what else to say to him.

"oh! thank you," he says. "did abby ask you to..."

"make her spaghetti and order pizza? yes, she absolutely did."

both you and mike laugh. "i'll make sure i can pay you back for that. you really didn't have to—"

"mike," you interrupt, "seriously, don't worry about it. i understand your situation and i want to help you."

mike looks at you gratefully, almost lovingly.

"y'know—"

"so, i should really—"

the both of you talk at the same time. "oh, sorry, you go."

you smile gently. "no, you go. i was just going to say i should hit the road."

he runs a hand through his hair again, eyes darting across the room bashfully. "well i — uh, i just wanted to say thank you for all you do for abby... and for me. it means a lot. you're very... kind."

your smile widens at his awkward choice of words, but it deeply touches you that he appreciates you. you place a hand on top of his. "of course, mike. i'm always here for you."

mike looks at your hand and inhales deeply through his nose. "will you — will you stay for just a little while longer?"

before you know it he's on top of you on the couch, slamming his middle and ring finger inside you while you bite back moans. "gotta be nice and quiet for me, sweetheart. can't wake abby up, okay? or else i gotta stop and neither of us want that," he whispers to you sweetly.

instead of letting you respond, mike presses his lips against yours in a deep kiss while he continues to finger you. you break apart to quietly call his name, letting him know that you're close.

much to your dismay, he pulls his fingers out before you can come. "mike, please," you whisper.

"please, what, honey?" he teases.

you squeeze your thighs together, trying to relieve the tension in your core. "please fuck me already."

mike presses his forehead against yours, breathing sharply as he slowly pushes inside you, inch by inch. you bite your lip to keep yourself from crying out as your pussy swallows his hard length.

as he begins to move, he also clearly struggles to keep his noises to a minimum. as a solution, he envelopes you in a kiss as he moves inside you. his pace gradually increases from gentle to faster. the feeling is absolutely delicious.

he can feel your pussy spasming around him and his own dick pulsing too. he uses the hand caging you in on the couch to hold yours as he continues to fuck you.

"feel so good around me, baby," he whispers hotly. "you have no idea what you — ngh — do to me. every time i see you i always think about fucking you like this."

"mike," you moan quietly. his words only encouraged you.

his name becomes a whispered chant falling from your lips as he fucks you through your own orgasm. he's sure to pull out and come on your stomach while he pumps himself.

mike wipes the sweat off of his forehead and sits up so your legs lay over his lap. "sorry for pushing you into overtime," he jokes.

you give a small laugh. "no worries. it was my pleasure."

mike shakes his head at your dumb joke. then his smile fades and he looks at you seriously. "is it... too early to say that i love you?"

you lean up and meet his lips in a kiss as your answer.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf smut #fnaf movie #fnaf x reader #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt smut #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson x reader

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tender-rosiey · 9 months

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Hi hope you‘re doing well!!! I wanted to ask if you could write a scenario with Gojo and fem reader where she‘s lying on the bed reading and he wants her attention and she just grabs him and let‘s him cuddle her while she‘s reading I CAN‘T STOP THINKING ABT THIS

used to it — gojo satoru x gn!reader

despite all your complains, huffs, and eye rolls, you never truly found satoru’s affection bothersome. in fact, you found it very endearing and cute how he can be so openly infatuated with you.

in the beginning, you thought that perhaps his theatrics were blown out of proportion. that while yes he did want your attention, he surely didn’t want it that much.

but you were wrong, so very wrong.

you remember that one time you had left early to get some groceries, leaving satoru in the bed alone. in your defense, you were going as quickly as you could.

“I gotta go back before satoru realizes I am not in bed!”

you underestimated him. because the very moment he woke up, he looked around for you, under the bed, in the cupboards, and even in the chimney. his brows furrowed when there was no sign of you.

he whispered, eyes going through the room once again, but to no avail, “yn?”

his lips quickly formed into a pout and he whined—loudly, “y/n?!”

you instantly got a call from one very sad gojo satoru who was whining and complaining about how you left him all alone to fend for himself for hours and hours on end. you had checked the time right after that.

it had been 20 minutes.

anyways, you’re not new to gojo’s massive need for love and affection. you can also proudly say that you learned how to satiate him while not troubling yourself.

let’s take today as an example.

the new volume of your favorite book had finally dropped. so you sent a text to satoru telling him that you would be busy for tonight.

of course, that is unacceptable in his book so he told you that he would go to your house after he was done with his mission.

you were able to finish a couple of chapters before he finally burst through the door, exclaiming, “the world’s most eligible bachelor is here!”

you send a small smile his way and swiftly continue reading your book. he pouts, sulky about the lack of attention, “babe?”

“mhm?”

getting a mic out from god knows where, he clears his throat and delivers the best performance of his life, “I want your love and I want your revenge—“

silently, you pull him into your arms.

satoru tends to forget how strong you’re—especially because of all the things you go through as a sorcerer—,but he happily buries his face in the crook of your neck with a smile plastered on his pretty face, “you don’t want me to serenade you?”

you chuckle, “not really, and with bad romance out of everything?”

he gasps, offended, “I will have you know that lady gaga is an absolute icon!”

with a roll of your eyes, you continue silently reading while resting the book on his back—you doubt it weights anything to him though.

a few beats pass before satoru gazes up at your face, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “how was your day, pretty?”

“good,” you murmur then you kiss the top of his head and push it back to your chest. he welcomes it before he slightly turns his head and mumbles, “okay, so I should shut up?”

a giggle escapes your lips as you nod and start carding your fingers through his hair. he hums, murmuring a small ‘i love you’, before falling silent once again.

you assume that he is asleep. a soft sigh leaves your lips as you hug him a little tighter and gladly continue reading your book.

a grin breaks out on your face; you’re finally getting to the good part!

you quickly turn the page and your eyes dart to the beginning of the page in unbelievable speed. a gasp almost escapes your lips as you realize that the character has—

“y/n, how many chickens would it take to be able to kill a lion?”

the character has had enough of the husband and is about to murder him in his sleep.

“I mean like have you ever thought about—wait, babe, I am sorry, don’t hurt me—“

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impishjesters · 6 months

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Touch starved Jax x Reader (SFW version)

warning(s): suggestive themes, nonsexual physical intimacy note(s): it's not mentioned but any physical contact is consensual, you'd immediately back off if he showed any real discomfort. A/N: I originally had a more NSFW version of this in mind.. but I decided to do a more SFW version for now with suggestive themes. I could be persuaded to do a more NSFW version though..

Jax has been stuck here for god knows how long, he’s met people who came and those who “left” and never got attached or close

until you showed up…

friendship has him confused and conflicted because it’s so much more handsy than he remembers offline

you’d been far more touchy than the others, holding his hand and pulling him along to wherever just to keep hanging on him

throwing your legs over his when the two of you were chilling, or even lying across his legs

climbing on him and then having the audacity to make him give you a piggyback ride??

Ragatha tried to warn you so many times in the beginning that testing him like that was a really bad idea

not that it stopped you, whether it was stupidity or bravery you kept touching him, and honestly? as much as it bugged him in the start, now he looks forward to it

no one says anything, but he kind of looks like a dejected puppy when you pull away from him after being glued to him for more than ten minutes

like to say the two of you were warm is a stretch, but it just feels warm ya know?

and the only other times he’s really touched someone or been touched was to shove someone, throw their arm around them, and yank them along. small stuff ya know?

so when you suddenly just drop into his lap one day and cuddle into him? he’s absolutely shook

if others are around when you do this be prepared to get chewed out later, but first, he’s gotta stop blue screening and actually remember the two of you aren’t alone

later though? oh, he’s gonna complain that you can’t just do that with others around, there might be a tiny argument but once it’s settled he’ll tell you to do it again…

if there’s this much touching and contact as friends..what about if the two of you were dating??

when that day does hit, Jax..is vastly unprepared

cuddling and hand-holding get cranked up from a 5 to a 12, even in front of the others (honestly half of them saw this coming? if anything they were grateful the two of you stopped beating around the bush already. except Kinger, he still seems confused every time he sees it)

the back and shoulder rides don’t change much except there’s definitely a hand or two sliding further up the leg (thumb stroking over your ankle or calf) or directly on the ass—what don’t blame him for enjoying the squish

the thing that really makes the difference from friends to lovers? kissing

(well okay there’s verbal change but this is about physical contact, that’s a whole other can of worms he’s unprepared for)

Jax has kissed before—just not while here…and sure his teeth might make things a lil tricky but the two of you are very quick to learn how to work around that wink wink

now Jax actually likes taking a break from following the idiots around to just laze in his or your bed with you laying on him or limbs tangled and just kissing. doesn’t even have to be on the lips, face, hands, arms, man has no limits (he's eating this shit up)

man is not ready for those little laze dates when they turn into any form of heavy petting… let’s just say he’s absolute putty in your hand..

#tadc #the amazing digital circus x reader #the amazing digital circus #jax #tadc jax #jax x reader

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mattitties · 4 months

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Boyfriend - matt sturniolo

creepy guy at a bar, matt pretends to be your boyfriend and flirting ensues

“Vodka cran for me and a whiskey sour for my friend,” I tell the bartender, looking around for said friend. My best friend and roommate was invited to this event tonight through her work, so of course I came along with her, but now she’s nowhere to be found. I pull out my phone not only to text her, but also so I can look occupied so nobody comes up to me.

wya

bathroom brb

I put my phone in my pocket as the bartender slides me the drinks and a check. I shoot him a quick smile, pay the tab, and pass it back to him. I grabbed the drinks and turned around, wanting to find a table where I can wait for her to return to me, but instead I’m met with a tall blonde guy smirking right down at me. He’s muscular, has piercing green eyes, and has to be at least 6’3. He towers over me, and I’m immediately intimated and slightly annoyed as I really had no intentions of talking to men tonight.

“Hey,” he smiles. “I’m Ben. I saw you from over there and wanted to introduce myself.”

“Uh huh…” I nod. I’m usually a very friendly person, but this has not been my week and I wanted nothing more than to not be talking to this man. “Well, nice to meet you Ben, but I really gotta get back to my friend.” I begin to shift to the left so I can make my way around him, but he moves to block me. I stare up at him, silently begging him to move.

“What, you can’t even give me a minute? Come on, just tell me your name,” he insists.

I sigh. “I’m good, thanks for asking though!” I soon realize that playing the sarcastic card was a mistake, as he starts to lean in, his arm blocking me from moving anywhere.

He’s about to open his mouth when I feel someone come up behind me and put his hand on my arm. I turn my head and am met with another guy who is basically the polar opposite of the man in front of me: brunette, blue eyes, fairly skinny, and probably about 5’8. Despite me saying I didn’t want to talk to men tonight, whoever this mystery man is is exactly my type. I couldn’t help but stare not only because he’s hot as fuck, but because I definitely recognize him from somewhere.

“Hey baby, sorry the line for the bathroom was crazy,” he says. “Who’s this?”

I pause for a moment, not realizing at first what was happening. “Um… sorry, what was your name again?” I ask the blonde.

“Ben,” he says, clearly pissed off that I didn’t remember. “And who’s this?” He gestures toward the brunette.

“I’m her boyfriend,” he gives him a big smile. “Thanks for keeping an eye on her but I got it from here.”

“You didn’t mention you had a boyfriend,” Ben says pointedly.

“Well when you’re busy trying to corner her it gets a little caught in your throat,” the brunette shoots back. “You’re done, thank you, bye bye now!”

Ben rolls his eyes and finally walks away in defeat. The brunette turns to me, his hand still on my arm. Now that I’m actually looking at him, I see that he is one of the most attractive people I think I’ve ever seen in my life.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Yeah, thank you,” I nod.

“Sorry if that was weird, you just looked really uncomfortable,” he says. “I was hoping that wasn’t actually a boyfriend because that would have made things worse…”

“No, no, I don’t. Um, I really appreciate that.”

He does a quick scan of the bar to make sure Ben wasn’t looking, then puts his hand out. “I’m Matt.”

I tell him my name and we begin to make small talk. When there’s a lull in the conversation, my curiosity gets the best of me.

“You know, I recognize you from somewhere, I feel like TikTok or something…”

“Oh yeah, my brothers and I are YouTubers.”

It all clicks in my head. “Oh right! Yeah, I think one of my friends showed me a video one time. And I definitely remember thinking, that guy in the driver’s seat is hot,” I smirk at him.

His cheeks get bright red, but he tries to play it cool. “Ohhh really? Or are you just saying that to flatter me?”

“No, no, definitely not, but if it’s working then…”

“Oh, it’s working.”

I smile. “I’ll have to check out some more of your videos so I can see more of you.”

“You could… or we could just hang out and you could see more of me in person.”

My heart nearly falls into my ass at that. I have never been great at flirting, but the conversation is just coming so easy with this guy that I can’t help myself. “Hmmm… I think I like that idea.”

“Good,” he smiles while pulling out his phone. “Give me your number and I’ll text you later.”

Once I give it to him and he slides his phone back into his pocket, he leans against the pillar behind him and crosses his arms. “It’s crazy how I was just telling my brother how lame this event is. Not so much anymore.”

“I was just telling my roommate the exact same thing. I’m glad I stayed.”

He pushes off the pillar and stands up straight again, closer towards me. “The attendees usually aren’t this pretty.”

Now it’s my turn to blush. “Ohhhh you think I’m prettyyyy?”

He rolls his eyes. “Don’t act like you don’t already know.” He pauses for a second, then opens his mouth. “Let me buy you dinner tomorrow.” Before I get a chance to respond, his eyes get wide. “Uh oh, your boyfriend’s looking. How do we make it believable that I’m with you?”

I don’t know where all my confidence is coming from right now. Something about him is making me a completely different person. I sit in one of the bar stools so I reach his height more then wrap my arms around his neck. “Like this?” I ask innocently.

He’s clearly at a loss for words for a moment, then he regains his composure. “Yeah, no, uh… yeah, this works.” I start to play with his hair on the back of his neck to try to fluster him even more. “So,” he says, trying to play off the fact that he is staring straight at my cleavage, “where do you live? So I know where to pick you up tomorrow night?”

“We’re by The Grove, not too far from here. I’ll text you the full address,” I tell him.

“Oh perfect. We live right by here too, how convenient. Then I can see my girlfriend whenever,” he teases.

I nod in agreement. “Is he still looking?” I ask, referring to Ben.

He shrugs. “Don’t care. If I bothered looking at him then I wouldn’t get to look at you, and we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

I tilt my head and smile. “No, we definitely wouldn’t want that.”

He leans even closer, putting both his hands on the bar behind me. “So as my girlfriend,” he says, “I would assume you have a favorite tattoo of mine, right?” He put his arm out and rolled up his sleeve. “Which one would that be?”

I try to keep my composure as I look at the tattoos covering his arm. His forearms and hands are ridiculously veiny and I’m trying to keep the disgusting – but hot – thoughts running through my head at bay. “I like this one,” I say, tracing an anchor he has near his wrist. “Orrrr… this one.” My fingers run over one on his bicep, an owl with his wing covering a skull. He’s already insanely attractive, but his tattoos are making me legitimately sick to my stomach.

“Do you have any?” he asks.

“Yeah, I got a few.” I show him the ones on my arm. “I have one on my rib too, but you’ll have to see that one another time.” I look up at him through my eyelashes and smile sweetly.

He smirks. “Oh will I?”

“Mhm.”

“I have one on my chest,” he says, taking my hand and placing it on the left side of his chest.

“Am I gonna see that one too?” I ask.

“Yeah, I don’t have one there,” he says dryly. “Just wanted an excuse to have your hands on me.”

My jaw drops a little as I slide my hand up his chest slowly until it’s back on his neck. Our faces are inches apart. “Do you think it looks believable that we’re together?” he asks.

“I think so,” I shrug. “It could always look more believable, but I don’t know your thoughts on PDA, so…”

His face is moving closer. “Where are you going with that?”

“Where do you think I’m going with it?”

He responds by giving me a soft kiss on my cheek. “That’s all you get for now.”

I pout in response, then move back and place my elbows on the bar behind me. My chest is a straight shot from his face, and I can tell he’s having a hard time focusing. “So where should we get dinner?” I ask.

“Um… we can go to… um…”

“I’ve never been to um, what do they have there?” I mock.

“Shut up,” he lets out a little laugh. “Let’s go somewhere higher end so I can treat you.”

“Ohhh, you got the big YouTube bucks, huh?”

He shrugs. “Gotta stay humble. I’ll treat you on a few different dates and we can find out just how much YouTube can pay for.”

“That sounds good,” I run my hand lightly through the curls on his neck as I give him the world’s nastiest fuck me eyes.

He steps between my legs. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Why? I can’t look at my boyfriend like this?”

“Not with this many people around, no. Alone, though… well, we’re gonna be doing a lot more when we’re alone.”

I’m melting into a puddle in my seat. There’s no way this is happening. “I’m looking forward to it,” I reply, not breaking eye contact.

“I’ve gotta get back to my brothers,” he says in a near whisper. “I’ll text you, okay?”

I nod as he kisses my cheek one last time before he winks at me and walks away.

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pt 2 coming soon (probably)

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