#cant send her the door fucker one that's for sure

[thornsnvultures]

omg I need to shut my big stupid mouth. why did I tell my sister to let me know if she wanted any book recommendations??? I'm frantically scrolling through all the books I read this year looking for the tame shit that won't freak her out

#like she's cool #but she's still gonna clown on me lmao #i gotta be careful #cant send her the door fucker one that's for sure #she liked the werepanther shifter series i let her borrow years ago so i have a little wiggle room... #im SWEATING #lmao

[lciesdepravity]

Depraved Series

Tzuyu Arc Chapter 1-1: Destruction

It was another hectic day for Twice's Maknae, Chou Tzuyu. Her week was full of fashion shoots, radio interviews, and live stages that the only time she had for eating was the car rides in between gigs.

It was all part of the idol package though - she understood that. What she didnt understand was why JYPE couldn't plan it so that the members schedules would at least align with each other.

She rolled her eyes, annoyance seeping out as she ate the last roll of her kimbap. 'As usual, the company sucks in international promotions, specially here in the US. Ugh, why do I have to go do this interview alone?'

A few minutes pass, and their van stops in front of a huge mansion. Her manager hurriedly opens the car door for her, ushering her to the door in quick frantic steps.

"Mian Chewy-ah, I'm running a bit late, I still have to pick up Sana and Chaeyoung for their shoot. Ugh, why did JYPE send only 3 managers for you guys? They really suck at promoting you guys here huh?"

She could only look at the haggard manager in sympathy, as she beckons him to return to the car.

"Mian Oppa. You go on ahead, I'll be fine on my own here. I'll just text you when I'm done with the shoot, okay?"

The manager shot her an appreciative smile. "Always the angel... Thanks Chewy-ah! I'll be sure to pick you up with some snacks later. Have fun with the shoot kay? Fighting!"

She watched as her tired af manager drove the van away in record speed. 'Uwah, JYP owes the manager-nims some serious vacation time after this.'

She looks back at the huge door of the mansion and steels herself.

'Okay, Tzuyu. Fighting!'

She schools her features into the ideal idol look as she presses the doorbell. 

Ding Dong~ ><

A few seconds pass by, and she briefly considers pressing it again when suddenly, a muscular black man opens the door. She smiles innocently as she bows to greet him as best she can with her limited English skills. 

"Hello! I'm Chou Tzuyu, and I'm here for the interview! Its nice to meet you."

The man shot her with a confused look, but let her inside nonetheless. He took her to a huge white room with a black couch, several cameras set up all over the room.

"Please wait here Ms. I'll just go get Rico."

She couldn't really understand much, but she smiled nonetheless and took a seat on the black couch.

'Huh, they have a really plain studio. Just a black couch, a white backdrop and an office table. I hope they know how to speak Korean... Or Mandarin. Ugh dammit, JYP didn't even give us interpreters!' She looked around for a bit, before deciding to fiddle with her phone while waiting.

Meanwhile...

"Hey Rico! Did'ya sched filming today bro? Bitch downstairs says she here for an interview."

"Wha? Fuck no man, I told'em porno companies I'm on break!"

"Aight bet. The girl looks hella fine tho. Ain't like those used saggy pussies in the industry, so I let her wait in the set. I figure you wanna piece of that. Come downstairs and see for yourself man."

"Tsk, aight man, but if she ugly its on you fucker."

Tzuyu was fiddling around with her phone when suddenly, the man comes in with another black man, this time wearing a bath robe.

'Oh? Is this gonna be like Na-Mo-Sa unnies' interview? That looked fun, I cant wait!'

"Please, have a seat Ms." The man said in his deep voice as he took a seat in the office table in front of her. She bowed shyly before taking a seat.

Rico eyed the woman slowly up and down, subconsciously biting his lips as he did.

'Hot damn this woman fine as hell!'

From her sleek black hair, to her innocent doe like eyes, her luscious lips. Yeah, there's no one in the porn industry that can match her beauty alright.

His eyes traveled down to her chest, not too big, but not small either. They look ample, firm. The shape nicely outlined in that fit black crop top of hers.

He then caught sight of her waist perfectly slimmed down to compliment her shapely hips, where he spotted the most drool inducing thighs he'd ever laid eyes on.

'Holy fuckin shit... We just hit the jackpot.'

Instantly, his heart rate shot up, and his dick already reaching its full mast.

'Eaaazzyy boy... Don't wanna scare the girl this early.' 

He looked back at his partner, and gave a nod, the one only real bros would know the meaning, and so he left the two alone.

Then he turned to the beauty before him.

"Good Morning Miss. My name is Rico Strong and uhh my guy earlier says you're here for an interview. Could you go ahead and introduce yourself to us?"

Tzuyu was slightly puzzled at this. 'Aren't they supposed to know me already? Ah! Must be for the viewers. Okay, its starting already.' She put on her best smile and gathered her energy.

"Hi! My name is Tzuyu from Twice! Nice to meet you!" She gave a radiant smile, and a wave to the camera near him.

"Tzuyu huh? Well that's definitely a new name in the industry. I never heard of Twice production so you guys must be new in the biz. So uhh wattcha doin here in LA Ms. Tzuyu?"

'Fuck, I really hate that JYP didn't give me interpreters for this.' She nervously bit her lip as she shyly tried to eke out her answer in passable English.

"Uhm... Im here for, concert? Like sing and dance and perform. Sorry my English not too good yet." She smiled shyly. The man smiled back, giving her some form of confidence that he at least somewhat understood what she said.

"Ey, that's alright, you're doing fine. Your english was fine Ms. Tzuyu. Relax! Are you nervous?"

She giggled before shyly tucking her hair behind her ear and crossing her legs. "A bit yeah, but I'm excited as well! Ehehe."

As Tzuyu shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her eyes inadvertently drifted downward, settling beneath the desk where Rico's bathrobe concealed his lower half. Her gaze froze, her breath catching in her throat as she caught sight of the unmistakable bulge pressing against the fabric.

Oh my... What is that? Is that...?

Meanwhile, Rico's eyes were fixed on Tzuyu's crossed thighs and sleek heeled feet, subtly ogling her as she tried to maintain her composure and answer his questions.

"So, *ehem* Tzuyu, tell me, what do you think sets you apart from other models in the industry?"

Tzuyu's heart raced, her cheeks flushing with heat as she struggled to keep her thoughts in order, all the while sneaking glances at the bulge beneath the desk.

"Uh, well, um... I-I think, uh, my ability to, uh, d-dance well... and my, um, beauty... sets me apart."

'I-I shouldn't be looking... But it's so... distracting. Focus, Tzuyu, focus.'

With each passing moment, Rico's bulge seemed to swell beneath the bathrobe, stretching the fabric to its limit. Desperately trying to maintain her professionalism, Tzuyu forced herself to continue answering his questions, though her gaze remained fixated on his ever growing bulge.

"And have you ever considered exploring different genres of modeling? Perhaps something more... provocative?"

"Oh, um, w-well... I-I don't really... understand, but, um, I-I'm open to, uh, e-exploring new modeling gigs..."

Just then, the fabric of Rico's bathrobe came undone, no longer able to contain the monster beneath. With a sudden release, his cock slipped free from its confines, standing proudly erect and larger than anything Tzuyu had ever seen.

Her eyes widened in astonishment, her shock evident as she took in the sheer size of it—thick, veiny, and pulsating with power.

Oh my god... That's... enormous. It's bigger than anything I've ever had before. Even bigger than some of the unnies' toys. How is that even possible?

As Tzuyu's gaze remained transfixed on Rico's engorged cock, she failed to register the black bull rising from his seat and closing the distance between them. As he approached, Tzuyu's heartbeat quickened, her eyes widening in anticipation as she stared up at him with a mixture of awe and lust. She felt a bead of sweat trickle down her forehead as her mouth went dry, her body betraying her with each passing moment.

T-The interview... I-I should say something...

Her words freeze in her throat as Rico stood before her, his towering figure casting a shadow over her trembling form. She could feel the heat radiating from his body in waves, his dominating presence overwhelming her entire being. Mesmerized by the sheer magnitude of Rico's cock, Tzuyu found herself leaning forward involuntarily, her eyes locked on his big black throbbing cock as if drawn by an invisible force.

Oh god... What's happening to me? I-I can't... I can't look away. Like I'm under a spell...

Tzuyu's eyelids flutter as she succumbs to temptation. Without a second thought, she instinctively dropped to her knees before him; and with trembling hands, she reached out, her fingertips grazing the heated skin of his throbbing cock.

I-It's... I-I need to...

*Tsup*

As her puckered lips brush against the sensitive head of Rico's massive member, a low, primal groan escapes his lips, his cock twitching in response. The pulsing of his cock surprised the petite idol, and she had to move back to avoid it slapping against her face. 

W-Wow, That almost hit me...

Now up close and personal, her senses were assaulted by the intoxicating blend of his musk and arousal. She leaned in closer, kissing his engorged cock head once more before pressing her nose against the sides and taking a long, needy sniff.  

*Sniff* Mmmmmm~ I-I can't get enough... He smells so good...

Her entire body trembles as she exhales, her hot breath tickling him ever so slightly. With a beat, her lips grazes the sensitive head of Rico's massive member. As she meets his gaze, she sucks in her breath and slowly, tentatively, envelops the tip of his cock with her warm, wet mouth.

*Tsup* Ahmmmm~ Oh god... He's watching me. I can't look away.

She suckles on his cock head, eager to please. She could feel his intense gaze burning into her, making her even more nervous. The salty tang of his precum danced on her tongue, sending a  small jolt of pleasure coursing through her veins.

With each movement, she feels herself growing bolder, tongue swirling around the underside of his cock as she services him. She could feel him pulsating and twitching with every lick, with every suck.

*Tsup* Mmm~ Shlurp~ Ahhmmm~ Shlurp~ Shlurp~

The wet, slurping noises mingled with Rico's ragged breaths and low, guttural moans. With a determined flick of her tongue, she urges him deeper into her mouth, her lips stretching  wide to accommodate his massive girth.

I want more... I need more.

As Rico's cock slid further into her mouth, Tzuyu struggles to contain a moan of pleasure, the sensation of being stuffed with a mouth full of cock was addicting. She could feel him stretching her lips inch by inch, his girth pressing against the tight confines of her mouth, threatening to overwhelm her.

He's so fucking big... I can barely take him. Fuck... He's stretching me so wide.

The young idol persists, her determination matched only by her insatiable desire. Up until she finds herself struggling against her own body's instincts. With a small thrust of his hips, Rico's cock pressed against the back of her throat, triggering her gag reflex.

Shlurp~ Ahhmmm~ Ack - gulck!~

Despite the discomfort, Tzuyu refused to relent, her lips sealed tight around his big black cock as she fought to suppress the urge to pull away. Rico, sensing her struggle, placed a comforting hand on the back of her head, his touch both reassuring and commanding.

"You're doing so good, baby. Keep going."

Good... Baby... 

Her moist pussy dampens even more at the praise, his words messing with her head, making her feel dizzy.

But like the good girl she is, Tzuyu pushed herself to go deeper. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth as she bobbed her head up and down, slowly taking him deeper with each pass. With each movement, she could feel the spit bridge forming between them, connecting her mouth to his cock in a slick, wet embrace.

Obscene sounds echoed across the room as Tzuyu's throat bulges around his massive cock, her eyes watering with the effort to maintain her composure. 

"Mmmmpph~! Gulckgulck, -slurp~ gawk~ mmmph!~ *inhale*  shluurp~ gulck - Ahh~" 

A few coughs escapes her tiny form as she pulls back and takes deep labored breaths. She let his cock rest on her face in the meantime, and it covered her face from her forehead to her chin - and then some...

With trembling hands, she reaches out, her long slender fingers struggling to wrap around the base of his throbbing cock. Her tongue services his magnanimous balls in the meantime. It's so heavy, so full... full of cum - all for her. The spit she coated on his long black dick dripped onto her lashes, yet she couldn't care less.

Chou Tzuyu, the once innocent maknae of Twice, known for her grace and poise, finds herself panting like a bitch in heat, mouth full of cock, small drops of her own spit on her lashes and cheeks, her composed facade shattered by his big black cock.

Jeezus... His cock is fucking perfect...

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After a full minute of worshipping his balls, she feels Rico's hands firmly grip her head. Despite the language barrier, she knew exactly what it meant - what was coming next. With a mixture of anticipation and nervousness, she released her grip and braced herself. His voice was low and guttural, his words sending a shiver down Tzuyu's spine. 

"Open wide, baby. I'm gonna fuck that pretty face of yours."

Her beautiful doe eyes locks with his as she throws her head as far back as she could. Tzuyu opens wide, tongue sticking out as he slaps his cock on it a few times. Then, in one swift move, his grip on her head tightens, his hips surge forward, and the poor little idol gets her face fucked by the black bull. 

"Mmmmpph~! Gawk gawk gawk~ mmmph!~ *inhale* shluurp~ gulck - Ahh~"

Rico's hands guided her head. With each and every thrust, his cock plunges deeper and deeper into her mouth, stretching her throat and fucking it with reckless abandon. 

"That's it, take it all," he growled, his words punctuated by the wet slap of flesh against flesh.

F-Fuck... he's pounding me so hard. I'm not gonna be able to sing for awhile after this.

He used her face like a fucking cocksleeve, her nose hitting his pubes with each thrust. Occasionally, he parked his cock deep in her throat, cutting off her air supply and leaving her gasping for breath. Each time, she felt her chest constricting, a desperate need for air clawing at her insides.

I can't breathe... please, I need air.

"Yeah~ keep your pretty face down there. That's where you belong."

Tzuyu's hands slapped against Rico's thighs, a silent plea for mercy as she struggled to draw in even the smallest breath. Her vision blurred, spots dancing before her eyes as she fought against the overwhelming sensation of suffocation.

Rico's cock remained lodged in her throat, his grip unyielding as he pushed her to the brink of consciousness. He watched intently as her arms flail and slap, until eventually it goes limp, her eyes rolling back in her head.

I'm going to pass out... please, let me breathe.

"Yeaaaaaaa! Thats right. You dont need air, you need cock. Fucking take my big black dick!"

Just when she thought she couldn't take it any longer, Rico finally relented, withdrawing his cock and allowing her to gasp for air. Each breath was a precious gift, filling her lungs with sweet sweet relief as she struggled to cough and catch her breath.

T-Thank god... I thought I was going to pass out.

Feeling Tzuyu relax, Rico took a fistful of her hair and forced his cock back into her throat, cutting off her air supply once more. Tzuyu's eyes widened in panic as she felt the familiar sensation of suffocation, her body instinctively struggling against his grip.

Oh god, not again...

He continued this a few more times, sometimes even locking her in with his legs. Each time he took her to the brink, only releasing her when her eyes go white. Eventually though, he releases her, and she coughs up a storm. Her once sleek black hair now disheveled, and her chin was dripping with spit. Suddenly Rico pulls her up, stripping off her dress with practiced ease.

Tzuyu's body was too weak to resist, and her mind was too clouded with lust. She offered no resistance whatsoever as he positioned her inverted on the couch, her legs resting against the backrest and her head dangling over the edge.

His gaze lingered on the infamous Thighwanese legs and feet, and she felt a thrill of anticipation course through her as he leaned in closer. She could feel his breath hot against her skin as he inhales deeply, his nostrils flaring as he took in her scent.

He's smelling me... he likes the way I smell.

Tzuyu's heart raced as Rico's lips brushed against her legs, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. She closed her eyes, surrendering herself fully to the sensations as he continued to worship her legs with near reverence.

"*Sniff* Mmmmm~, fuck baby, you smell so good. I've never seen legs this perfect before."

He turned his attention turned to Tzuyu's feet, which were now laid bare before him. She felt a pang of self-consciousness, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the thought of her sweaty feet. But Rico showed no hesitation as he leaned in, his tongue eagerly lapping at her heels.

Instictively, Tzuyu spread her toes, offering herself to him completely as he began to worship her feet with an insatiable hunger. She felt a rush of excitement as Rico's lips trailed over the delicate arches of her feet, his tongue caressing each toe with meticulous care.

Oh god, that tickles, but it also feels amazing.

Rico's lips closed around each toe in turn, sucking gently as he worshiped her with single-minded devotion. With each flick of his tongue against the flats of her feet, she felt herself growing wetter, her arousal building to a fever pitch as he explored her with unbridled passion. She curled her toes in pleasure, failing to stop the moan that escapes her mouth.

"You taste so good, baby. I could do this all day."

As Rico's attention shifted from Tzuyu's feet to her exposed and inverted body, a surge of anticipation coursed through her. Since she's suspended upside down, all the blood rushed to her head, and she felt utterly vulnerable and exposed.

What is he going to do to me like this?

Suddenly, his thick fat fingers teased her labia, sending several jolts of pleasure racing through Tzuyu's body. She gasped at the sensation, her hips instinctively bucking against his touch as he explored her with deliberate care.

"*Mmmmmmm~* Your pussy is so plump and wet, baby. It's begging to be fucked."

She feels him spit at her pussy, his fingers spreading the spit like lube. He pokes, he stretches, he opens her pussy lips. Her head was getting even more dizzy from the stimulation. Her pussy throbbed with need, glistening, shaved smooth and begging to be touched. It pulsed with anticipation, aching to be filled as pre-cum dribbled down her folds.

Her hips bucked impatiently against the air once more, needy, craving. Who was he to deny such a cute and pink pussy?

And so he indulges her. His thick fat fingers plunged into the young idol's dripping pussy; she couldn't help but let out a whimper of pleasure. 

Oh god, yes...

His touch was firm and demanding, his fingers stretching her to her limits as he explored every inch of her throbbing core. Tzuyu's moans filled the room, a chorus of ecstasy as Rico worked her over with expert precision.

"You like that, baby? You like how I'm fingering your sloppy little cunt?"

Tzuyu's body trembled with pleasure at his words, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she surrendered herself to his control. 

"Uhh~Uhh~Ooh~! Yes daddy~" God its been so long... F-fuuckk

He played with her sopping wet cunt expertly. Slapping it lightly at times, massaging the insides slowly. Sometimes, his thumb brushes against her clit, sending jolts to her body and making her gasp and twitch. He played her slowly, teasingly, up until his fingers curl and finds her weak spot.

She bucks her hips involuntarily as he hits her spot deep, and he smirks. With relentless fervor, the fucker hit her g spot again and again, curling his fingers as he exits. With each thrust, Tzuyu felt herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge, her moans growing louder with each passing moment.

F-fuck I'm going to cum.I'm going to cum so hard... Fuck fuck fuck

Out of nowhere, her pussy gushes like a fountain, squirting streams of her juices directly into Rico's waiting mouth. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, each climax more intense than the last. She could feel herself losing control, her body convulsing with pleasure as she screamed incoherently.

Amidst the pleasure however, there was something else. A sensation unlike anything she had ever felt before. Tzuyu felt a warm rush spreading through her, a feeling of release so intense it bordered on euphoria.

Oh my god, I can't stop... N-no, I-I'm peeing...

Despite her embarrassment, golden liquid streamed out of her and into Rico's waiting mouth. He eagerly drank in every drop of her essence, up until it weakened to a trickle.

"*Shlurp~ Aaahh~ Thanks for the meal. Hehe."

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As Tzuyu lay there, gasping for air and trembling from the intensity of her orgasm, she felt a strange sense of freedom wash over her. With her body still tingling with pleasure, she no longer cared about maintaining her pristine idol image. All that mattered was his big black cock.

Hah~ Hah~ I've never felt so alive...

Before she could fully register what was happening, she felt his strong arms lifting her, carrying her effortlessly up a set of stairs.

He tossed her unceremoniously onto a large soft bed, but before she could protest or resist, he silenced her with a single command.

"We're not done, bitch. I haven't even cum yet. "

He pulls her up, making her straddle him, causing a surge of apprehension pulsing through her. His cock, thick and long like her forearm, seemed daunting, a challenge she wasn't sure she could conquer. 

Fuck, he's going to annihilate me with that cock... I-I don't think I can take him in.

Rico's voice broke through her thoughts, his tone commanding. "Put those baby making hips of yours to good use and fuck yourself on my cock."

With an unsure nod and a shaky breath, she began to grind her hips against his, feeling the head of his cock teasing her entrance. Every time his cock head contacts her clit, a jolt of pleasure rings through her body.

With determination and a twinge of nervousness in her eyes, she lined up his cock on her pussy's entrance and, with a deep breath, slips his cock head past her outer walls. With every inch she descends, she could feel the thick girth of his member stretching her to her limits, threatening to tear her apart from the inside out.

Oh god, it's so big... I don't know if I can take it all...

Each moment was a battle of wills, a test of her resolve and her body's endurance. With a determined grit, she pressed on, inch by inch, her body trembling with the effort. Rico's cock filled her completely, stretching her walls beyond what she thought possible. Each movement sent waves of pleasure and pain rippling through her, a heady mix that left her gasping for breath.

But as she continued to lower herself onto him, she felt a sense of triumph wash over her. Slowly, she conquered the challenge before her, her body slowly adapting to the overwhelming size of his cock.

I'm doing it... I'm taking him all in...

With a final push, she impaled herself fully on his length, taking him deep inside her until she was filled to the brim. As Tzuyu looked down at the bulge in her womb, her eyes widened in both awe and trepidation. 

*Smack!*

Rico's hand came down on her ass with a sharp slap, the sound echoing in the room as he commanded her to move.

"Congratulations. Now show me what those hips can do, baby. Ride my cock like you mean it."

With a determined nod, Tzuyu planted her feet firmly on the bed, her hands gripping his chest for support as she began to move. Slowly at first, she rocked her hips back and forth, feeling the thick length of his cock sliding inside her.

I can do this... I can take him...

As she gained confidence, she picked up the pace, her hips growing more and more frenzied with each passing moment. Rico's cock filled her completely, stretching her to her limits as she fucked herself onto him with reckless abandon.

"PlokplokOoh~... Ahh~... Uhh f-fuck!~..."

With each bounce, she could feel the thick length of him sliding in and out of her, filling her completely with every stroke. Her perky tits jiggled with her every move, whilst her hips shook with a frantic urgency, driving herself onto him with an intensity that bordered on desperation. 

Oh god, it feels so good...

As Tzuyu's hips grew more erratic, she felt herself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. Rico's spanks landed on her ass repeatedly, igniting sparks of pleasure that danced along her skin.

*Smack!**Smack!**Smack!*

"That's it, baby, ride me like the little slut you are."

"Oh god...Daddy~ I'm... I'm close."

Her walls clenched around Rico's cock, milking him for all he was worth as she chased her peak. Just as she was about to cum, Rico suddenly took control. With a swift movement, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tightly against him as he took charge.

Tzuyu's moans turned into cries of ecstasy as Rico pounded into her pussy with relentless force. Her legs gave out beneath her, unable to support her weight as she was overwhelmed by the intensity of his thrusts. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, lifting her off the bed repeatedly with the sheer force of his movements.

"Ahhh!~Ahhh!~Ahhh!~Ahhh!~ Fuck Dadddyyyy!~ Im cummiiiiing!"

As her body convulsed with the force of her orgasm, her mouth hung open in a silent scream of ecstasy, her eyes squeezed shut in blissful surrender. He continued to pound her through her peak, prolonging her orgasm as long as he could.

As Tzuyu's high began to fade, she's left panting and exhausted against Rico's chest. She gasped, "Oh my god." She collapsed, totally spent.

Rico smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "You're not done yet," he declared, hooking his arms under her legs and lifting her effortlessly off the bed.

Tzuyu's heart raced as he positioned her above him, guiding her onto his throbbing length. She moans as he fills her completely.

"Fuck," she breathed, her voice ragged and tired.

Rico's smirk widened as he began to move, dropping her pussy down to his big black cock. She clawed at his shoulders, her cries of pleasure mingling with his own groans.

"Mmph~ mmph~ You like that? Hngh~" Rico grunted, his grip on her tightening.

"Yes," Tzuyu gasped, her nails digging into his skin. "D-don't stop. P-Please."

With each drop onto Rico's cock, Tzuyu felt her pussy stretching around him, accommodating his girth with a delicious sensation of fullness. Her breath caught in her throat as her puckered ass stretched along with her pussy, gravity pulling her down his cock every time.

"Fuck," she gasped, her legs tensing, her toes pointed. She couldnt even speak. His hands gripped her ass as he impaled her again and again with relentless force. 

Her arms strained, threatening to give out as Rico pounded her mercilessly, his cock plunging deep inside her with every stroke. 

"Harder," she pleaded, her voice hoarse with need. "P-please fuck me harder daddy~"

Hearing her mewling pleas, Rico shifted their position, rotating her to face front before hooking his arms under Tzuyu's legs and locking his hands behind her neck.

The idol's eyes widened at the new position. She watched helplessly as he pounded into her, carried her like a ragdoll, impaling her once tight asian pussy over and over again with his big black cock.

"Uhhh~Uhhh~Ahhh~ god yes fuck me like that daddyyy~"

He used her like the fuckdoll that she is, pounding her till her head ached, till her sweat dripped down the floor, till his arms couldn't take anymore. Then, he tossed her back into the bed.

At this point, Tzuyu's breaths were deep and labored. Her hair stuck to her face, a sheen of sweat covered her entire body.

Rico pulled her towards him by her legs, the thighwanese too tired to care. 

"I'm not done with you yet, slut." 

His fingers intertwine with her toes, spreading her legs and pinning each leg on either side of her head. He lines up his big hard cock in her pussy and slams in, intent on breeding her. She feels his hard cock stretching her out as he pounds into her, making her moan and scream in pleasure.

"Ahn~! N-no! It's too good, Daddy!" Tzuyu cries out in Korean, her voice laced with pleasure and pain. Her ass and thighs ripple as she bounces on the bed from his powerful thrusts. "Please, fill me up! Fill up your little cum dump! More~ More~ Moreeee~!"

Rico grunts in response, his eyes locked onto Tzuyu's as he takes her in the mating press. 

"You like that, don't you, you little slut?" he growls, his fingers tightening around her toes. "You like feeling Daddy's big cock stretching you out?"

Tzuyu nods eagerly, her mouth open and drooling. "Yes, Daddy! I love it when you pound me like this! Nae~ More~ More~!" she cries out, her body shaking with every thrust.

As Rico continues to pound into Tzuyu, he commands her to play with her clit. "That's it, little cum dump," he growls. "Play with your clit while Daddy breeds you. I want to see you cumming all over my cock."

Tzuyu obeys, her fingers moving to her clit as she continues to bounce and moan beneath him. Her pussy squelches and queefs with each thrust, the pleasure building inside her until she can't take it anymore.

Her long, slender legs were quivering, her infamous thick thighs were trembling, her toes spread wide and curling as she rode out the intense waves of pleasure. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm cumming fuuuuckkk!"

"Oh god, I can't take it, Daddy!" she cries out in Mandarin. "Fuck, I'm squirting! Daddy, I'm squirting! cummin~ cummin~ cumming~! Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!" Her body convulses as she comes, her pussy gushing with her juices.

Finally, Rico reaches his climax again and fills Tzuyu up with his hot cum. She screams out in pleasure, her body collapsing, shaking and continuously cumming.

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Elsewhere

"What do you mean you took her to the wrong place and you dont remember where? Huh?!" The godly voice of Jihyo rang throughout their shared hotel rooms, Jeongyeon barely holding her back.

"I-I w-was i-in a rush a-and I was stressed out. T-the navi app was acting u-up a-and she isn't answering our c-calls. Im sorry Jihyo Im sorry~!"

*BANG!*

A loud crash burst out the doors as an infuriated Nayeon marches up to him.

"I'll only ask you this one time. Where. Did. You. Drop. Our. Baby. Off. Ill give you one hour to find the place before I take this matter into my own hands."

She storms off with the rest of the Twice members in tow, each one of them seeking comfort from each other.

"Yeonnie~ let's just hope and pray that she's fine." Sana says as she takes Nayeon close and hugs her tight. The members find solace in each other, and a string of sniffs and solemn cries could be heard throughout the room.

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Meanwhile

The casting couch mansion was filled with a different cry. 

Tzuyu was used like a sex toy and was loving every moment of it. She was sprawled eagle on the bed, already having lost count on how many times she's squirted at this point, her brain a thoroughly fucked out mess. Her eyes are permanently rolled back to her head, while her tongue was just out.

She was bred in different positions, doggy, prone bone, cowgirl, you name it all. Not a part of her body was spared of being caked with sweat and spit and cum, while her pussy was squirting over and over again, but she was so fucked out that she couldn't even react.

A thick gooey line of cum could be found dripping from her pussy down her legs and ass, and her legs and feet were shaking like crazy.

Rico wasn't spared from the consequences as well. He layed spent on the floor, drained and dehydrated, when a knock pierced his door.

*Knock Knock*

When it opened, It showed his buddies, Mandingo, Jamal, Isaiah and Jax with smiles on their faces. As the door closes once more, the last scene one could see, was the 4 men stripping off their bathrobes and turning on another camera, pointing it on Tzuyu once again.

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Masterlist

#twice smut #kpop smut #chou tzuyu smut #twice fanfic #tzuyu #chou tzuyu #kpop fanfic #girl group smut #twice tzuyu #girl group fanfic #Tzuyu x bbc #tzuyu smut

[nymos-is-now-my-son]

Tracker ring

Heyo^^ this is my first fanfic for duskwood. Sorry if I make any mistakes in my grammar or my spellings, I'm not really full in English :>

I hope you enjoy and don't forget to tell me your opinion on this :)

Pairings: jake x fem!reader

Gener: fluff, angst

Tw: torture, abuse, use of bad language, probably bad grammar, kind of cliche..?

You and Jake are finally a couple :D he gave you a kind of promising ring, saying "If I go away.. or just y'know?.. I cant always be with you for sure, the government and stuff but..- I want you to remember me by this ring and never take it off, alright?"

Hannah is found and everything is happy go lucky...- or is it?

Mwaf is still in hiding and hasn't shown himself, you haven't gotten any threats from him tho so it's ok, right? Nope.

One day when you are coming back from (cafe/work/restaurant/etc) you see someone just following you.

You don't show any reaction so they wouldn't know that you have noticed them.

You try to go from ths most crowded paths but sadly to get home, you NEED to go from a valley.

When you get in there you put your hand in your pocket and grab your pepper spray.

You walk until you hear the person coming closer and closer.

As you want to try walking faster they grab your shoulder and knee you in the back of your foot(I hope you understand because I just imagined this in my language and then just translated it). You lost your balance and that's when they put a clothe on your mouth/nose.

After a few struggles you finally pass out.

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When you wake up, you are in a place that looks like a basement and you are chained to the wall.

While you are trying to understand what is happening (the thing on the clothe he put on your mouth still a little affecting you), you hear the door of the basement opening.

- "Well.. looks like you are finally awake!"

"Y-you..."

- "Me..?"

"I thought you were gone!"

- "I'm still not done with you guys so why should I?"

You gritted your teeth and just looked at him.

- "*laughes* are you not going to say anything? Maybe something you want to tell your friend so I can deliver it to them? Dont you want to... talk to them in your very last days?"

"Days..?"

- "what? You didn't thought I was just going to kill you, did you? We have a 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 way for that"

- "for now though, I'm going to leave and give you time to think a little about your last words to your friends"

When he went out of the 'room', you start struggling again when you remember the ring. You try to look at your finger to see if it's still there and it is. A sigh of relief escapes your lips and you relax a little.

"At least they would find out where I am.. I'm not going to die" you murmured to yourself.

Unknown to that motherf*cker without a face, the promising ring you had in your finger, had some kind of location tracking system, made in the small crystal of it. (Guys... dont judge if this is too factional.. nothing is normal in duskwood :'))

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He didn't come back till the night, you were hungry but you didn't receive food. Just beating.

He recorded a little film from you being bruised and said "I warned all of you so many times, but I don't think you WANT to listen. This is what happens when you get in my way. Also, If you try to find her, I will torture her the worst way possible and then send a photo of her corpse to you. Remember that I. Am. Watching you~"

When he stopped recording you said: "a-aren't you go-going to do that anyways..?"

- "well yes, but they dont know that, now do they~?"

He leaves the basement again and you are left with your thoughts.

What If they won't be able to track the ring? What if he kills me sooner than he says? What if.. what if...

You sigh and whimper a little because of the pain.

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It took you five days to lose your hope. Each day, receiving a different kind of abuse.

Day one:

He just kicked you like you were some kind of doll, leaving you on the cold ground, trying to breath.

Day two:

He just abused you with words.

He is still not giving you any food or water too.

Day three:

He made slight scars on your foot, wrist and chicks with a knife. Each scar deeper than the last one.

Day four:

He pulled out your hand nales.

Finally giving you something to eat but not a good food, a f*cking bunch of dead cockroaches and he forced you to eat them (yeah I know... disguisting) which you immediately throw up when he left.

Day five:

You are starting to lose your hope and his words are not helping you either.

"They are not even looking for you"

"Yep, I saw him with someone today... I think they were a girl? Not sure tho"

"aww, you really think they care at this point?"

Ofcourse you didn't believe him, but it was hard to believe that they were coming for you at this rate too.

After his oh so sympathetic words, he left.

You really wanted to get away from this lunatic, but you couldn't. Yes, you knew some ways of escaping but you wanted the cops to come and find you so he'll be caught. Kind of foolish but you didn't care.

~Time skip~

*Jake's pov*

It's been seven days, still I can not track her.. the others are losing hope which is on my nerves but I can't do anything.

Some how the tracker of the ring is still not working and I'm getting more and more worried.

The video... damn that fucker, she looked horrible even tho it was hardly the first day there.

I'm trying to not lose hope ofcourse, it's just like the case with hannah but somehow more depressing... I'm mean she is my girlfriend! What are the others excepting? For me to stay calm? Not fucking cry? Wait and watch as my girl dies? Yes, he send us another video and she was even more bruised, and the look in her eyes... oh how much I wanted that look to go away. Terrified, wanting help. Her body was filled with scars a dirt.. what the fuck is he doing with her??

Every day that passes and I cant track her is like a big punch to my heart... she might be dying and I'm here not completing anything!

But, I'm going to do it. Even if it means the cops will have to get me too I'm going to end this (ᴍᴀɴ's ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇᴇʀ...) all.

To be continued...?

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I know this is so childish and cringe.. but hey, it's my first fanfic :'D

Also, please be honest with your opinion I'm not going to get mad or sad.

Tell me of you want a part 2 ^^

#duskwood #jake duskwood x mc #duskwood angst #mwaf #hannah duskwood #duskwood fanfiction #everbyte studios #this is cringy #fuck it

[cattles-bians]

Damie Vibecca exes AU part 4

post directory

[em note: this one is LONG i had to split it!!!]

obsetress: deflecting to viola protecting becs

obsetress: once they are dating

obsetress: and thinkin thoughts

em: viola asks rebecca if she wants to put a hit out on peter and rebestiecca is like????

em: that’s hot but

em: u can do that? also maybe don’t. but mostly that’s hot

obsetress: i was literally gonna say peter is still her ex and he's a persistent fucker even though it's been a year at least and viola's response is... not far off from canon!

obsetress: becca just stares at her for a minute and then she's cupping viola's cheek and murmuring "come here" and pulling her down

obsetress: they're like kissing or whatever and rebecca's murmuring "that was hot, you know" between kisses and viola's like "oh?" and becca's like "don't be cheeky, you know it was" and vi just grins against her mouth

em: I’m Really Invested In This Crack Ship

obsetress: ok but rebecca tells jamie and dani about vi offering to put a hit on peter and they're both understandably and reasonably aghast and rebecca's just like (takes a sip of wine, ducks head, smiles to self) i think it's sweet

obsetress: dani and jamie look at each other out of the corners of their eyes

obsetress: (later, dani agrees how absolutely out of line it is but also admits that it sure does feel nice to be so taken care of sometimes)

obsetress: (jamie throws a pillow at her)

obsetress: also thinking about secret soft vibecca are sometimes and how horrified dani and jamie are the first time they see it with their own eyes

em: jamie and dani excessive PDA queens get a taste of their own medicine

em: it’s so funny that i’m like. always on the verge of viola horny posting but as soon as it’s vibecca i’m like look at these babies. these beautiful babies

obsetress: viola and rebecca kissing one (1) time at brunch and jamie, arm slung around dani’s shoulders, is like “oi, no one wants to see that” and dani, leaning into jamie, one hand in her lap, crinkles her nose and rebecca’s like “y— you’re kidding, right?”

obsetress: also like. we talk a lot about what vi does for rebecca but also like

obsetress: vi massive abandonment issues and rebecca just

obsetress: she just stays

em: ur gonna Kill me here lies em

obsetress: i know i didn’t mean to and then i just

obsetress: i can’t think too hard abt them or i will Melt Down but just like

em: look if rebecca can see the best in someone as awful as peter

em: viola isnt nearly as terrible

obsetress: esp vi post dani like

obsetress: she’s obnoxious and haughty and neoliberal but

obsetress: radical love goes a long way!

obsetress: rebecca grounding her thru touch and rebecca slipping her hands around vi’s and easing them loose when vi’s hands start to clench and rebecca just pressing a kiss to viola’s temple and murmuring “i’m here, yeah? with you. not going anywhere”

em: like i just think after eddie dani wouldnt like, just go w the flw any more. like i think abt her challenging viola occasionally

em: lovingly! gently

but like, holding her accountable

em: also violas absolutely little spoon

em: like i know blah blah viola top rebecca top leaning switch but viola little spoon

obsetress: “actually viola” (vi always knows she’s in trouble when dani calls her viola) “that was really hurtful” “i’m sorry you feel that way, dani, but—“ “i don’t need you to be sorry for how i feel. i need you to show me you’re sorry for what you did”

em: dani calls vi the Full Name and viola knows shes in trouble bc thats at least 4 extra vowels w danis midwest accent

em: it is always v surprising how much like, working w kids equips you to work w adults. b/c at least w kids you dont have layers and layers of social nuance to work through. u can just say 'hey. that was hurtful and your apology sucks'

obsetress: meanwhile dani’s over here trying to explain to vi intent vs impact and how no, it’s not semantics or nuance, it’s actually kind of a chasm

em: i kind of love like um. look viola is terrible but she wasnt born terrible

obsetress: she just has a lot to unlearn

em: and id belive that even if i wasnt a ghostfucker thats just rogers theory of self actualisation babyeee

obsetress: dani viola big fight n dani's like

obsetress: "i'm sorry and i love you but it's not my job to fix you, vi" and she just breaks down and she's like "it's not"

obsetress: jesus why did my brain take THAT turn

em: wrow

em: its ok i was gonna be like 'so they obvs break up at some point....'

obsetress: anyway viola just stares at her for a second and then she's like "you put the 'i'm sorry' before the 'i love you'"

obsetress: and dani just stares at her for a long time and she's like "yeah. i guess i did"

em: HANNAH

em: BESTIE

obsetress: i KNOW what the FUCK

obsetress: anyway dani's like "i guess i did" and vi's like "is that it then?" and dani just looks at her with her puffy eyes and is like "i think so"

obsetress: dani clayton queen of saying "i love you" over and over in the midst of breaking up w someone

em: well! she has a lot of love to give but, she also has to love herself sometimes!

em: i was thinking abt scenarios n i just remembered that. whole video rental shop thing so i think that slots in nicely

[em edit: u can read here]

obsetress: god i love that lil scene

em: dani sends viola a tentative little meme peace offering and they get back to talking and its nice but maybe a bit awkward and viola mentions like, going to therapy and seeing someone for help n its

obsetress: vi's stewing on "i can't fix you" for weeks and then she's begrudgingly. BEGRUDGINGLY calling a therapist

em: like its still awkward and dani is still nursing some wounds but she can ALSO be happy for someone she used to care about

em: still cares about!

obsetress: she's always gonna love her in some way or another

obsetress: but yeah also like. smth to viola being too stubborn to do anything she doesn't wanna do except suddenly when dani clayton gets involved and that feels p canon in its own way too

em: 'i cant fix u' weird bc every time i see viola im like 'i can fix her'

obsetress: it's like ur in my head bestie

em: how do u think viola and rebestiecca met

em: not that u think abt it or anything

obsetress: MAN i was just thnking

obsetress: in this universe how did dani and jamie meet but i guess it can still just be bly tbh

obsetress: as for vi and bestiecca hmmm

em: am so caught up in the joy of fucked up interpersnal dynamics i forgot a meet cute

obsetress: honestly part of me wants to be like

obsetress: on some dating app but a dating app for posh people yk

obsetress: but then i'm like

obsetress: that takes all the meet cute fun out of it

obsetress: oh GOD

obsetress: i got it

obsetress: ready

obsetress: so like viola landlord we know this

obsetress: and then i was watching whatever ep three the other day and bex mentions wanting to do public law right

em: oooooh

obsetress: bex public housing attorney

em: OOH

obsetress: they meet at some conference

obsetress: hit it off prob fuck lbr

obsetress: and then

obsetress: comedy of errors

obsetress: whoever stays the night, they sleep together again in the morning, breakfast in bed, bex is like "so what do you do, anyway"

em: hjgbjshmdnfbmngbmhnbgs,hndg m,shndgds

em: YES

obsetress: and then they just

em: WHEEZES

obsetress: also i like to think rebecca invites vi back to her hotel room and vi is so charmed by her taking charge ("""taking charge""") that she lets her

obsetress: and then like

obsetress: god for a while what if they just like

obsetress: they're so mortified and morally and fundamentally at odds but like

obsetress: the sex is so good???????

obsetress: that they keep just meeting up and then

em: romeo and juliet situation

obsetress: yk how it goes

obsetress: the sex is good and they see each other as like

em: thats so fucking good thank u hannah

obsetress: super rare intellectual equals whatever

obsetress: thank u i am exceedingly proud rn

obsetress: honestly at this point i'm

obsetress: rebecca and vi uhaul change my mind

obsetress: like not too quick because isabel but, quick enough to be considered

em: so the joke is like. obviously 'extremely pda damie' but when rebecca and vi are alone they Also cannot get their hands off each other

obsetress: they both just. worry about appearances too much meanwhile

obsetress: tweedle dee and tweedle dum in the overalls and mom jeans dgaf

em: accidentally seeing ur friends compromised is just part of the package of being friends w damie. however jamie accidentally catches vibecca in the act and shes Horrified

em: hypocrits

em: danis like yeah what do u. think theyre doing

em: dani is nonchallant bc shes dated viola of all people

obsetress: i mean could you imagine

obsetress: between vi and dani's just

obsetress: insatiable libido

em: HADNT IMAGINED UNTIL NOW BUT YEAH

obsetress: dani, very seriously: jamie, when two women love each other––

em: dani likes dating jamie bc it means she can top occasionally :) maybe even more than occasionally

em: jamies like ooh my god i knw i know how are u so casual about... rebecca... and ... viola... (dani just pulls her in fr a smooch)

obsetress: they have each other's clothes half off and dani's like "i'm so casual because i dated her too, babe" and jamie's like "can we not have this conversation right n"

obsetress: also i still have this on my clipboard from earlier we bopped around so fast but

obsetress: vi and bex hooking up early on:

obsetress: rebecca knocks on vi's door at, like, 6:00 pm after work, vi opens it, rebecca just grabs her and kisses her, vi pulls her in, becca kicks it closed behind her, vi shoves her against the door and they're kissing against it, then vi's ducking her head to kiss along rebecca's neck and rebecca's like "how many people did you evict today" as she angles her head and then viola's finding her lips again and tugging at her lower lip with her teeth "probably not as many landlords as you shortchanged today" and rebecca's laughing and pushing her backwards down the hall as viola tugs at her blouse

em: GOD. viola is probably like

em: ok, disclaimer: fuck all landlords

em: but at least in this fantasy world perhaps viola is 'fairly' 'reasonable' n shes absolutely playing it up for the hate sex angle n rebecca Maybe Assumes shes lying but

em: stupid morons in love

obsetress: yeah

obsetress: i think i've mentioned this before but like

obsetress: now that it's more fleshed out

obsetress: then they're at drinks one night (and when did it go from just sex to drinks? neither of them could tell you) and viola's kinda quiet n moody (n rebecca already knows she Gets Like This sometimes and that she'll usually say whatever she's thinking eventually) and finally she's like

obsetress: "i have... a daughter" and rebecca's just like "tell me about her" like it's the easiest thing in the world

obsetress: and viola's head snaps over and she stares because she was.... not expecting that

obsetress: and so viola does

obsetress: and rebecca's just like "i'd love to meet her one day"

em: soft.....

obsetress: they always turn back to soft

obsetress: like they have a fuckin mind of their own

em: rapidly oscillate between horny and soft

obsetress: that's the mood

em: violas probably like. yknow, rebecca's young and up and cming n she probably assumes rebesticca isnt interested as something as full on as a kid but shes like 'do you have any photos'

obsetress: fuck!!!!!!!!!

em: rebeccas like do u think i didnt. see the photos at ur apartment lmao

em: theres a childs drawing on the fridge

obsetress: rebecca has known almost from the jump but was

obsetress: giving viola her time

obsetress: also smth smth giving her time instead of time wearing her away etc etc we're all in hell

em: cracks knuckles

em: bestie....

obsetress: pls

obsetress: it's what i deserve

obsetress: first tho

obsetress: consider

obsetress: the way viola's face lights up when she's talking about isabel and showing rebecca all the pictures

obsetress: hold pls

em: soft......

obsetress: this one chief

obsetress: right here

#the dani jamie viola rebecca exes au #i have some old ones i wanna get through so bad just for the joy of #jamie: actually viola i DONT think cocaine is vega #vegan i meant vegan #but tumblr user obsetress mentioned the break up so! so. a recent convo

[fuck-customers]

Its ya girl, the library Customer serv. rep. back in business after 4 months of furlough. They got me pretty much on my ass answering emails which I dont know yet is better or worse than answering phones. We'll see. I will say, people somehow manage to be just as rude or even more rude over email than I thought possible. But maybe that's just me cuz I start off every email with "so sorry to bother" but anyways. Let's roll. (Want to preface this with library is closed, we're doing curbside only but the public is absolutely not allowed in)

1)A lady sends an email with the subject "mail new card". No explanation, no body text, nothin. I email back basically "I'm happy to help but need more information thanks" and they send back that they want a new card mailed to them for reasons. We dont mail out cards, theres no budget for postage or anything of the sort. I try to be as nice as possible and say I can set them up with an ecard for online material because of reasons stated above and I get no response. 3 hours later a coworker calls me saying someone called the main line absolutely livid that we weren't sending cards and wanted to complain about blah blah blah, and she called me since my name is on the bottom of the email (per policy, we gotta have our names signed on our work emails, ya know?). So I'm like "ok? Was there something unclear?" And my crazy little coworker goes "no, but she wants to talk to you specifically so can I transfer over?"

...Girl?????? NO???? She already yelled at you, give her to a manger, I'm not gonna have her yell at me over it. The fuck? Besides, shes gonna end up wanting to speak with a manager anyways cuz shes gonna try and get me in trouble. Let her waste someone else's time.

2)This next one was an email that basically bitching about us being closed. It was a whole 2 paragraph thing explaining that we should be more than able to reopen if we did x, y, z and had more hand sanitizer stations and handed out masks and gloves and so on and so forth. "In order to check out books for kids we NEED to browse them first to make sure they're appropriate" was a line in there. And listen. I get it. People are bored, tired, and want to be able to do things. But the world is a different place than it was in february. I wanted to respond back to her with a link talking about the city budget shortfall and how public works lost so much funding that it cut over half of the staff working in each department. The library lost half of its staff, closed 1/3 of its locations, and now has to compete with other city departments for sanitation stuff just for staff to use. This was big news when it happened in the city! Why you gotta be an asshole? We literally cant afford to do any of the things that would enable us to have the public inside. Fuckers.

3)A lady complained about a book she wanted but we didnt have available as an ebook and I had to explain to her that the book doesnt even have an ebook version published because of its formatting. She was rude and condescending the whole way through that.

4)And people were complaining that books they dropped off at locations that are not open havent been checked in. I'm sorry, where did you leave the books? I was personally responsible for literally locking, taping, and stuffing cardboard in each of those locations' dropboxes so that they couldn't leave things back in March. There are signs saying that the drop box is closed and have been for months. "Oh there was a stack of books by the doors" you absolute shitstains. I have the incredible pleasure of informing people that they havent been checked in and wont be checked in because there are absolutely no staff to go and do that. There are signs. They're neon. They're in 2 languages. Theres 2 on each door and on a couple of windows and on the walls by the staff door. You stupid, dumb, inconsiderate fucking morons cant be bothered to read them though. I hope you rot.

It was a bit, sorry about that. Hope things get better lovelies, but america is an absolute hell hole right now. To my retail people: yall are far better people than I ever could be, but it's not fair that a lot of you get treated like dirt. Before covid, but especially now, when people rely on you for the most basic and essential of things. To my restaurant folk? Godspeed. Having to be forced to work to put money on the table for you and your families? During this??

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Saving Grace - Part 8

Summary: Steve leaves you and your son to go back to Peggy unaware your pregnant.

Your heartbroken and struggling without Steve until Bucky Barnes steps up to help you out. With you and Bucky growing closer everyday will he be your saving Grace?

"Steve....."

"Hey sweetheart" he said smiling at me and all i could think was...."That fucker is actually smiling at me as if i should be happy to see him!!!".

"You girls okay out there?" I heard Bucky call through teasingly, unaware of what fresh hell we were about to face.

"Is that Buck?....." Steve asked trying to look around me into the house.

"No Buck everything is not okay out here...." i called back shaking my head.

"Ain't you gonna invite me in? Or give me a hug a least?"

"Are you out of your fucking mind???!" i said quietly so Harrison wouldn't hear me "why would i ever do that???"

"I thought you'd be happy to see me..."

"Hey doll, whats wrong?" Bucky came marching through from the kitchen but stopped when he saw his old best friend stood in front of me "What the fuck....."

"Hey Buck"

"You have got some fucking nerve showing up here Steve" Bucky said stepping in front of me at the door.

"I just wanted to see my family..."

"The family you left you mean?"

"I made a mistake...."

Before i even realised what happened Bucky lunged towards Steve punching him in the face, it took Steve by surprise so much that he fell back on his ass.

"I would've done that sooner but i couldn't hit an old man"

"Okay.... i deserved that" Steve nodded getting to his feet brushing himself down "Y/N.... please can we talk?"

"I've got nothing to say to you Steve"

"What about Harrison? I wanna see my son"

"Tough shit! You need to leave, you shouldn't have come here Steve..... haven't you hurt us enough"

"Baby I'm so sorry, please..." he reached for me but i shoved him back as hard as possible.

"Don't!....don't you touch me. And don't call me baby!" I said through gritted teeth as i poked his chest "you should go before Wanda gets here, trust me when i say Bucky went easy on you compared to what she'll do"

"Too late" Bucky chuckled seeing Wanda pull into the driveway.

"Oh shit..." i heard Steve mumble under his breath as the red haired woman practically flew out of the car.

"What are you doing here!!!!.... you have got some nerve Steve Rogers!"

"Wanda i just wanted my family back"

"YOUR FAMILY!??..... you mean the family you abandoned for some piece of ass you liked a 100 years ago?!!!"

"I know. I know i fucked up...."

A flash of red suddenly hit Steve in the chest sending him sprawled across the lawn.

"Wanda.... Wanda stop" i said stepping up and taking her hand "his not worth it, go inside and see the kids"

"Your not wanted here" she said to Steve looking at him in disgust before disappearing inside.

"Just go Steve" i said shaking my head as i turned to go inside.

"She said kids....what did she mean by that?...."

"Nothing that concerns you"

"Peter told me you were pregnant" Steve said quickly making me turn to face him again "is it mine?"

"No she's not"

"She's mine" Bucky stepped up pulling me into his side to hold me close.

"What?? Are you telling me you two are together???" Steve asked sounding winded by the blow he received from Wanda.

"Yeah we are"

"How could you?! His my best friend!!....Bucky you went after my girl?"

"I cant even deal with you Steve...... you have no right what so ever to get pissed at us!! YOU LEFT US!!!" I yelled.

"Mama?" I heard Harrison say from behind suddenly, followed by Wanda who was holding Grace "Sweetie come back inside please" Wanda said to him but he was stood staring at Steve.

"Wow.... his got so big.... hey pal" Steve smiled at his son who was clutching his dinosaur teddy close "Why don't you come give your dad a hug huh?"

"No!" Harrison said before rushing to Bucky who scooped him up in his arms.

"Its okay buddy, lets go inside" Bucky rubbed his back gently. Steve looked heart broken at the rejection of his son but it was no one else's fault but his own.

"Go home Steve" Bucky said before leading us all back inside.

I was pacing the kitchen feeling the rage coursing through my body, Wanda was sat with the kids in the living room while Bucky stood looking out the kitchen window with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Is he still out there?"

"Yep, just leaning against his car" Bucky grumbled "i just wanna go out there and smash his face in!"

"I know but its not worth it Buck" i said walking over to him, i pulled at his arms making him unfold them so i could wrap myself around him, his arms automatically pulling me against him.

"You okay doll?" He asked pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

"Not at all.... but being in your arms helps" i sighed "Opening that door and seeing him looking like that.... was like a punch to the face"

"I bet, i can't believe he had the nerve to show up here unannounced expecting you to be happy to see him.... always was a punk" he said as his hand stroked up and down my back.

"Somethings never change huh?"

"Well, somethings do.... how does he even look like him again anyway?"

"If i had to guess? The Quantum Realm...."

"But how? I thought they used that for time travel"

"Yeah but when they were first trying to work out how to travel back in time, before Tony showed up and saved the day, Bruce got it wrong.... ended up pushing time through Scott instead of Scott through time. Its all really complicated trust me.... long story short he turned Scott into various different ages"

"Wow...."

"Thats the only thing that makes sense to me"

"But why now...Why has he only done this now?"

"Because Peggy died?.... his all alone again.... maybe he wants to see how different his life would be with us now his experienced his dream life with her!"

"Maybe" he nodded suddenly looking more concerned than angry.

"What is it Buck?"

"Its just.... Steve's back now and i..."

I looked up at Bucky and smiled, reaching up on my tiptoes i kissed him.

"I love you Bucky, him coming back doesn't change anything with us"

"You sure doll?.... what about Harrison and Grace?"

"You saw Harrison's reaction to seeing Steve, he run to you Buck. And Grace is yours remember" i shrugged "i wont let Steve tear this family apart"

"Me either".

After sharing a deep and passionate kiss i reluctantly pulled myself out of Bucky's arms to go check on the kids and Wanda while Bucky called Sam to get him to come get Steve. Harrison was sat next to Wanda on the sofa watching his cartoons while Grace was sleeping in her arms.

"Hey Wan, thanks for watching them" i smiled at my friend sitting down in the armchair next to her.

"Its not a problem, how are you doing sweetheart?"

"Okay considering" i scoffed "why couldn't he just stay away? Does he enjoy messing with my head?"

"I don't think Steve even knows what he wants" she said sadly.

"Thats the problem really isn't it, its always what Steve wants. He wanted to be with her....so he left us. Now He wants us so he turns up expecting a warm welcome???.... I'm so angry Wanda. I think I'm more angry now then when he left us"

"Thats understandable"

"Things are so good with Bucky at the moment as well.... i can see his worried that I'm gonna go running back to Steve now his back" i said wiping a tear from my face "id never do that, i really do love him Wan. I thought i loved Steve but what i feel for Bucky.... god its so much more.... and thats even before the sex"

Wanda chuckled "i honestly love the two of you together. Your relationship is stronger on an emotional level, but im guessing your looking forward to the physical stuff huh?"

"Wanda!" I laughed gasping in shock.

"What? Have you forgotten what you told me that day at the BBQ....not only did you tell me but i got a look inside that dirty mind of yours Y/N....and let me just say, wow!"

"Believe me i haven't forgotten!" I threw my head back with a moan "Its so much worse now!"

"Oh really?"

"So much worse!" I laughed looking over at her "I'm so glad your good with the kids because as soon as I've recovered from giving birth, you are babysitting so i can have some alone time with that man of mine"

"Just say the word and I'm there!" She smiled.

"What are you ladies gossiping about now?" Bucky came walking into he living room and perched on the arm of my chair.

"Nothing...."

"Oh really?" He raised his eyebrows teasingly making me blush.

"You heard all of that didn't you?"

"You bet your ass i did, i didn't mean to its just I've got good hearing"

"Hmm okay"

"I want to hear more about what happened at the BBQ though"

"I'll tell you later"

"You better!" he smirked before reaching down to kiss me.

"Fine. So is Sam on his way?"

"Yep he wont be long"

"Good, i want him gone. Its weird that his just standing there, I'm not letting him in so I'm not sure what his doing".

"Probably hoping you'll feel bad for him and let him in" Wanda said rolling her eyes.

"Not gonna happen!" I scoffed, why would i feel sorry for him.... he made his bed now he had to deal with consequences.

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Honoka Part 2

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Eraserhead and Shifter ran through the Shie Hassaikai Hideout, searching for any sign of the pink haired girl. They scanned every room they could. But saw no sign of Honoka, or Eri. They only hoped the other half of heroes had more luck...

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"You did what?" The young man practically screamed. Failing to reel in his anger.

"Oh shut it Takahashi, it was good money and she was being a brat like usual." Shigiraki said.

Bakugou and the rest if the League of Villains sat there, watching the exchange between the two villains.

"She's my sister, not some livestock you sick bastard! You cant just sell her just because she doesnt agree with you."

"Oops, well I did it anyways," Shigiraki smirked, "what're you going to do? Try and attack me? You cant even see, much less try to kill me."

Daiki's fist shook with rage. A blinding rage that fueled his entire being. He marched out of the hideout, slamming the door on the way.

Bakugou stared at the door, trying to desperately find a way out so he could rescue the girl whom he had learned as love as a sister. But considering hes surrounded by deadly villains, Honoka would have to wait.

"Dammit! The fucking- he can go to hell." Daiki kicked a can. He looked up, and he knew one thing. He was going to make sure his baby sister would get home safely. Even if it meant that he would disobey his master. He'd do it, for her.

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"Noka?" The young girl said.

The bubble gum haired teenager looked at the child in her arms, silently asking her to continue.

"Do you think Deku is coming?"

Honoka sucked in a deep and quick breath. Torn from telling Eri her honest opinion, or telling her the happy answer. She decided a simple "I don't know" would suffice. The young girl nodded her head in disappointment. Honoka's heart broke even more.

"Dammit. Get yourself together Noka. Youre exposed to be a hero, and inspire people, not let them know youre unsure." Noka said to herself.

She then started to let the fear overcome her, "But, I dont know, Im scared, h-he might lash out—"

"Dammit! Noka— you hear yourself? What you need to focus on is Eri, make sure she gets out safe. Dont worry about the germaphobic fucker."

Noka took a shaky breath. And decided right then and there, that she would protect Eri, her well being be dammed. The young girl beside her tightened her grip on Honoka's raggedy shirt dress. They continued to walk on, Honoka trying to come up with a plan to get Eri out of there.

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"Togata wait!"

"Lemillion!"

"Lemillion wait—"

"No!" Mirio yelled in frustration. "I can permeate through the walls and get to Eri and Noka the quickest!" Then he disappeared into the wall.

Deku didn't like the idea, but it was either that, or letting Overhaul get away. And there was he was letting that monster get away, not after what he heard what had been done to Eri. And certainly not after he saw Honoka. The broken look in her eyes when she looked behind her, Eri in her arms. The scars, making her look like someone who came straight from a horror film. But, b u t, what made his blood bubble the most. Was the absence of her beautiful brown wings. Deku knew how much Honoka took pride in her wings, how often she would just fly around the campus, just to feel the wind in her feathers. She had said once, that her wings were the only thing that she had to remember her oldest Brother. So the loss of them..... no, Deku couldnt think about that right now. He had to figure out how to break through the walls to catch up to Lemillion.

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Shouta ran, keeping his vision set straight ahead. Trying not to think of what was happening to Eri, or if Mirio was holding up, and he tried to push out any thought about Honoka, cause if he thought about his niece at this moment, he would collapse under all the guilt eating at him.

He instead focused on his nephew, who looked like a mess beside him. Anger rippled off him in waves, so Shouta said, "Calm down, you wont do either of them any good if you lash out in anger." Shirou suddenly blinked, like he was suddenly snapped out of a trance, he took a deep breath and continued running. That was, until their group was stopped by a man with pink hair just like Honoka and Shirou's.

"Daiki" Shouta breathed, not knowing if he should be happy or scared at the appearance of his oldest nephew.

Daiki held his hands up, eyes unfocused and staring in the direction of Shouta's voice. "I mean you no harm, I am only here to rescue Honoka. I could care less about these low lives." Is all he said before turning around and running in the direction of Honoka.

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"Now dear, darling Noka, dont you want to show your friends what you learned these past two months?" Overhaul said in a sickeningly sweet voice.

Honoka tried to fight the fear, but she was too broken, too weak, done with fighting, so she raised her hand, flames starting to tickle her hands when a voice stopped her.

"NOKAAAAAAAA. FIGHT HIM. WE WERE GOING TO BECOME HEROES RIGHT? I KNOW ITS BEEN TOUGH, BUT YOU NEED TO FIGHT HIM, JUST ONCE MORE, AND THIS NIGHTMARE CAN END." Deku screamed, panicking from she sight of his mentor Sir Nighteye, trying to get Togata and Eri out of danger, processing why one of the league of villain members was fighting Chisaki, and scared of what his friend had gone through.

Honoka's hand shook with fear. What should she do? If she disobeys him, then she'll get hurt. Honoka's breathing started to get short and panicky, until she made eye contact with wide red eyes. Thats right, her main goal was to get Eri out of there, and to do that, she has to stop him-

Flames erupted, a tornado of fire erupting, making the room shake, causing the roof to cave in even more. The heat was intense, not even Endeavor would be able to handle the temperature. Chisaki lunged for Honoka, barely missing her, before her flames died, and she fell over, seemingly unconscious.

"Hmm, I guess we'll need a reset once we get out of here," Overhaul said, proceeding to take off his gloves.

Eri then proceeded to run towards Chisaki, begging him to stop, and that she'll go along with him. He laughed, saying "its easier getting hurt instead of seeing others getting hurt for you."

"E..r..i...... dont......go with him......" Honoka breathed out, barely staying on the tower Chisaki made with his quirk. Somehow Eri hear her over the chaos of Overhaul and Deku screaming.

"B-but what about you?"

"Ill be fine..... I got a plan" Honoka said with an unsure smirk.

Eri then took Lemillion's cape, and jumped off, right into Deku's awaiting arms. Honoka smiled, glad the girl was out of Overhaul's clutches. And then another flame tornado, larger and more powerful than before erupted. The smell of burning flesh and fabric filling the air. Chisaki's screams of agony only barely heard over the roaring of fire. He somehow was able to manipulate the tower of rock enough to drop Honoka to the floor. Not having enough strength, she landed on the ground, several bones cracking. Not before she was slammed against the wall by another wall of rock, forcing her to stay there. Daiki started to crawl to his sister.

Deku stared at his friend in horror, seeing the burned flesh and the large amount of blood. But he soon snapped out of his trance when a large surge of pain surged through him. The source of the agony being Eri's quirk. He then knew he would have to leave Honoka to the other pros, defeating Chisaki and protecting Eri were the top priorties for him at this current moment. And with that, he leapt into a long battle with Overhaul.

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"-ISTER"

"....rou"

"....ISTER....MY....."

"..calm dow...."

"NO THATS MY SISTER— LET ME SEE HER! p-please..."

Honoka couldnt open her eyes, all she knew was that her brother Shirou was there, if only she could moved, then she would envelope her brother in such a big hug. Hell she wished she could even blink, but apparently her body was too exhausted from the battle.

But a certain calm washed over her. Cause even though there were so many uncertainties. She knew one thing.

She was safe. And at this moment, thats all that mattered to her.

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I hope you guys enjoyed this!!!! It was really difficult for me to write 😭😭😭

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Learning to live:Chapter 2

So what brings you and the rugrats to Charming?" Tig asked. I knew he wasn't really intrested, he just wanted to know if I was going to be trouble, I won't but my ex might be. "Well, I got tired of my kids sperm donor cheating on me and being a junkie. After 7 years of it, it gets old" I said looking down at my feet and taking deep drags of my cigarette. "Why didn't you leave sooner lass?" Brit's ol'man asked.

"Honestly, I didn't think I deserved better or would ever find anyone who would ever want me." I answered still looking down.

"Fuck that prick! You deserve better babe. You're a damn good momma, you work every fucking day and never do anything for yourself, shit whens the last time you've actually had fun?" Brit asked me.

"Umm...Like real fun? Probably the last party I went to at Uncle Tom's clubhouse when I got arrested." I said looking up with a shit eating grin on my face.

"I wouldn't say getting arrested is fun." A bigger guy with glasses piped in as he walked up to us.

"That's because you've never been arrested with this bitch!" Brit said. "I remember it like it was yesterday. We was 16 and ate shrooms for the first time. And for some reason we thought it would be fun to get payback at some fucking blonde bitch for calling us biker whores and shit so we stole her car and pushed it into the lake!" Britni said laughing reminiscing on the memory. "You pushed a car in a lake and didnt get jail time?" The bigger guy asked again. "Oh that's not why we got arrested!" I said laughing. "Miss let's sneak into the local bar and dance naked on the bar is what got us arrested!" Britni told them still laughing uncontrollably at the memory.

"Yeah, I got public indecency and underage intoxication." I told them "You also tried to blow the cop to get him to let you go!" Britni reminded me. "Fuck, I forgot about that! Hey, at least he was attractive!" I said laughing "Dude he was twice your age!" She replied.

"We used to have so much fun. I miss it so much, all these fuckers want to do is drink till they pass out or bury their face in pussy!" Brit said putting her arm over my shoulder and squeezing.

"Well I haven't had sex since I got pregnant with Rayne and I haven't drank till I passed out since I was 18 so I'm not much fun anymore."

"Well we'll just have to change that! You're a hot peice of ass babe! You gotta get laid!" Brit said smacking my ass.

"Wait, did you just say you haven't had sex since you got pregnant with your girl..shes what like 5?" Tig asked with wide eyes.

"Yepp, she'll be 6 in September."

"But, you're like super hot!" The bigger guy said.

"Well thanks, I'm sorry I didnt catch your name."

"Phil." He told me.

"Well thank you Phil. But a lot of people dont think so, including myself. I still have baby weight to loose and it's been almost 6 years so." I said with a little chuckle.

•Happy's POV•

This chick was crazy! Staying with a dude for 7 years getting cheated on all because she didnt think anybody would want her! And not having sex in 5 years but knowing her boyfriend was out fucking anything with two sets of lips. She deserved better! The sparkle in her eye and the way she laughed while remembering all the fun her and Britni used to have warmed my heart even though I'd never tell anyone that. Everyone deserves to blow off some steam every now and then. Hell if I didnt get too I'd loose my fucking mind! And what the hell was she talking about no one wanting her, fuck I'd take her to my dorm and have my way with her right now! She was perfect! Beautiful face, tattoos lining her arms and hands, long thick black hair that I wanted to wrap my hands in, nice full chest that you could definitely tell was real the way they bounced when she laughed. Light skin with a slight olive undertone, a nice waist with a little belly from having kids, wide child bearing hips with a nice plump ass to match. She was bigger than the girls around here but shit that's what I liked something I could be rough with in bed and not worrying about breaking her. She may be bigger but you could tell she worked out, her ass was nice and firm but still had that fantastic bounce when she walked I could only imagine what it would look like bouncing on my dick. I wanted to find the fucker that ever treated her wrong and make him regret every single time he put his hands on her.

I remembered seeing her at the gas station and couldn't get those beautiful green eyes and plump lips out of his head then to see her pull up her and find out she's staying. By the time it was all said in done I'd have this women and she'd never remember that prick.

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"Shut the hell up girl! I know you workout everyday!" Brit said pushing my shoulder. "Not everyday, and now I wont be able to since I don't have anywhere to keep up my boxing lessons." I said looking over to check on the kids.

"Happy boxes, he could teach ya a little." Tig said grinning at Happy.

"I'm sure he's busy with other things. I'll just have to stick to walking or jogging then the kids can tag along."I said shrugging it off.

"Be out here tomorrow morning at 8." Happy said which shocked all of us.

"I'll be there, Thanks." I said shyly.

"Alright let's go get you and the kids settled in. I'm sure you have a busy day tomorrow." Britni said breaking the conversation.

"God yes, I have to get the kids enrolled in school and look for a salon and see if they're hiring." I said exhausted just thinking about it.

"Well the school thing I can help with, Tara, Jax' ol'lady can help with that she just enrolled Thomas their youngest. And as for a salon there is only one and it's a barber shop most women go to Oakland to get their hair done but he's a good friend and with some talking to should give you a booth. I know the ladies would love a hairstylist closer home." Britni said filling me in.

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After about a 10-minute drive from the TM we arrived at Britni's apartment.  The kids were beyond excited to get settled in somewhere for more than a night, and I couldn’t blame them in all honesty I was too. Brit pulled her Camaro into the garage and I parked by the sidewalk that lead to her  “apartment” as she called it, to me it was just a small house. She walked up to the car and immediately started helping me get things out. The kids had already jumped out and were sitting on the steps that lead up to the porch.

“Just get what ya’ll need tonight and I’ll send someone over tomorrow to help you unload the rest?” She stated opening the back hatch.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that I can get it. I packed it myself.” I replied with a chuckle.

“Don’t argue! Anyways if I didn’t send someone to help Gemma would have my head.” She said with an eye roll.

“Is someone afraid of this Gemma?” I asked with a smirk.

“We all are.” She answered flatly. “Wait till YOU meet her! I’m sure you’ll give her a run for her money!” She said with that smirk of hers that I knew meant trouble.

“Great! Can’t wait!” I said sarcastically grabbing the kids’ bags.

Brit grabbed my bag and led me to the door, unlocking it and entering the house. She had a nice place. As soon as you walked in the door you entered the living room, which she had painted a dark gray with a black leather couch and recliner on one side and a big flat screen TV on the other. The living room led into the kitchen, which had a small island in the middle of both rooms, it was simple black and gray just like Brit. I noticed that there was a door on each side of the living room, which I was guessing was the two bedrooms.

The kids hurried inside and stretched out on the couch and turned on the TV making them selves a home right away. I followed Brit to the door that was on the right side of the living room.

“It’s not much but its better than where you was.” Brit said as she walked in the room and flipped on the light.

 “Anything was better than that! I’ll never be able to repay you, you know that right!” I told her in all seriousness.

“Shut your mouth, you and those babies are all the family I have left, if something would have happened to you I would of lost my mind. I just wish I could have got you out sooner, before the beatings started.” She said low.

“How did you know about that?” I asked looking down at my feet.

“Let’s just say Jamie called me every time you was in the hospital.” She told me.

That boy, I swear he might be quit and keep to himself but he never misses a thing.

“Annie, why didn’t you call me sooner? I would have got you out. I have a whole MC that would have backed me!” She said grabbing me by the shoulders and making me look her in the eyes.

“I was scared, you don’t know how many times I tried, I tried so fucking hard but I could never do it.” I said starting to cry.

“After the last time he put me in the hospital I was done. He really did a number on me that time.” I said lifting up the bottom of my shorts and showing her a scar that went 8 inches across my upper thigh.

“What the fuck Annie!” She asked running her fingers across the scar.

“My shorts were to short for a “Fat Bitch” to wear so he decided that he need to make a permanent mark to show me that my shorts had to be below that line.”

“This is the first time I’ve wore shorts in two years.”

I told her still looking at my feet.

“Babe you are worth so much more than that. Why didn’t you tell me what was happening?” She asked me again.

“I was embarrassed. I was such a strong person before I got with him I didn’t take shit from anyone let alone a man. Then I got with him and it was like I was trapped. I was scared to leave because if he ever found me I was sure he would kill me, and I couldn’t do that to the kids. That’s why I came here, I knew if he finds me here and kills me at least they had you to protect them. I cant let him get my babies..he would destroy them. They’re so innocent and sweet and have such a big heart and he’s so evil he would ruin them.” I rambled to her.

“I’m so sorry Annie, but know you are safe here YOU and those kids. Neither the MC nor me will let anything happen to you. And I promise you we will get the old Annie back! Now lets get you all settled in, you have a busy day tomorrow.” Britni said giving me a longing hug.

We walked out to the living room to see both kids passed out on the couch. I grabbed their blankets from their bag and cover both of them up and them a kiss on the forehead before I went to get ready to go to sleep myself. Britt went over and locked the door “Don’t worry only people that has a key is Chibs and Happy and they shouldn’t be by tonight.” She reassured me. I gave her a nod and told her good night. I went to my room and took off my clothes to change into a big-oversized Harley Davidson shirt and pair panties. I checked my purse for the 9mm that I picked up before we left West Virginia from an old friend. I made sure the mag was filled and out of the gun and laid both in the draw in the nightstand by the bed. The only thing that was going to help me sleep at night is knowing I had something to protect my babies! I laid in bed thinking about everything I had to do tomorrow and drifted off to sleep.

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Indie & Rio

Indie: [sends her the posts because no other way she'd see them] Rio: Shit, girl Rio: I was worried it might go down like this Indie: she's so extra Indie: never should have let him in the door Indie: the feds are gonna be hardcore @ it now Rio: Surely she let him out Rio: stupid woman Rio: but that's gonna pale in comparison now so Rio: What's Drew doing about it? Indie: boy was begging for a sick time & i gave it but its on me not him 😒😒 hold ur liquor u tourist Indie: hes flat roofin but other than that no thing to 👀 Indie: it b early tho & we all had a late Rio: They're a 24/7 services though, babe Rio: he'll be wanting to move his stash and generally clear his act up for the visit Rio: you too Indie: is it? on hols too thats a madness Indie: yeah the drum be clear of all his goods like that Indie: idk man mayb its chill like she gonna post that & not post up no harder than Rio: They might take xmas day off maybe but you know Rio: business as usual for all jan 1st Rio: well that's something Rio: maybe, but bitches like that LOVE making complaints about everything so maybe not Indie: she do have that talk to the manager vibe Indie: i done fucked up real didnt i? Rio: big time karen Rio: nah, in the eyes of everyone it's Drew that did Rio: but they won't be able to prove the drugs bit if they're gone so it's not enough to take you, a party gone wrong, bad judgment but maybe we can swing it that he was here somehow Rio: hmm Indie: but like he had mad trust for me & i brought him mad problems Rio: they're grown problems, he's big enough to fix 'em Indie: u too making ur nite go off on a real turn Indie: bet ur boy is bare vexed Rio: you know i'd rather you ring me than let it go more tits Rio: what are big sisters for Rio: but yeah, didn't even see him in the end so he ain't stopped Indie: innit Indie: tell him he can hit me up for something to take off that edge Indie: debts be paid around here Rio: um you ain't supposed to have no thing 'scuse you Rio: there's a plan here Indie: i gots places & heads to trust in Rio: nah, I'll make it up to him, don't worry 'bout that Indie: 😉😉😉 Rio: 😏 shush lil girl Indie: grown problems ur big enough to fix i kno 💋🤤🤤 Rio: so thirsty, go hydrate Rio: know you need to 😘 Indie: rude i got lipsed by bare boys last nite they were rigging dem bottle spins cos im 🔥🔥 dont b tryna put me out Rio: you need to cool off for a minute, bitch Rio: you in trouble Indie: not wit u Rio: yeah, don't push it 😉 Indie: 💔😢😢 dont do me like that on day 1 of the year 🙏🙏🙏 Rio: it started HOURS ago and I was still here with you cleaning blood out the carpet Rio: don't talk to me about day 1s when I'm clearly ride or die Indie: u kno im good for ious & i got mad love Rio: 🧡 Rio: i'm good really Rio: let's sort the actual situation Indie: u gonna charm the social for me? Rio: give it my best Indie: safe ✌✌ Rio: probably the straightest middle-aged lady Rio: so more likely your da will have to get on it Indie: 😂😂😂 Indie: what drew b good for Rio: init tho Indie: we all been knew Indie: he better werk so it works Rio: Sure it won't be too hard, like Rio: even if she ain't all that 😂 Indie: she aint gon b bangin but his exes show he aint need that to chirp on Rio: 👀 Indie: 😂😂😏😏 Indie: can u roll up wit eats im about to die Rio: bit rude to both our ma, like lmao Rio: 'course Rio: bring leftovers Indie: ur ma dont count as no ex cos she ✖ed him out Indie: & my ma got that permanent ✖ so bigger problems than my shade innit Rio: no problems when you an 👼 Rio: fucking hopefully Indie: u my 👼 bringing that energy Indie: that means u can jam Rio: is it? Rio: 😏 Rio: let Ryan know eh Indie: he kno u a 😈 too Indie: how he be livin Rio: mhmm Rio: well he gon' have to wait for now Indie: he gon have beef wit me Indie: soz boyyy Rio: nah we was already beefin' 'fore this Indie: yeah? Indie: what he do? 👀 Rio: nah, what I do more like Rio: you know I'm 😈 Indie: o shit Indie: gimme that 411 Rio: nothing exciting Rio: just be looking too bad to be giving him that much air, you know the drill Indie: hes so hyped for u Indie: its been weeks boy no u cant cuff it Indie: who u think u is Rio: can you blame him Rio: hot property, baby Indie: u did look 💣💣💣 last nite my bad Indie: theres a boy @ school tryna chat @ the rest hes my bf so i feel it fr Indie: boy please DO I LOOK LIKE Indie: not tryna hold ur damn hand Rio: is he cute tho Indie: if he werent he wouldnt be able to chat no thing Indie: 💪 fuck him up Rio: 😂 Rio: gotta 'tect the rep Indie: he kno it tho & its like tell me how 🔥🔥 i am dont b talking on urself all the time Rio: not a mood Indie: innit Indie: dry as Rio: that's boys for you Indie: & he didnt show last nite Rio: playing hard to get or just got parents who give a fuck Indie: year up x 2 so he could come thru the ends whenever Indie: but i 💋 all his mandem so itll hit back Rio: play @ his own game  alright Indie: do u think i went too hard tho? Rio: do you want him to be your mans or nah Indie: idk Rio: then it depends Rio: beyond knowing he loves himself, idk how he's vibing Rio: might be too far Indie: hes vibing like hes about me but i Rio: but you? Indie: how do i live that Indie: trust it Indie: drews meshing a new every week he says u gotta keep free on it Rio: works for him Rio: everyone's different Rio: you don't have to trust him yet Indie: mayb hes only about me til i give him something & im not tryna be a show like that Rio: that happens, not gonna sit here and lie and say it don't Rio: you're too young to be thinking on that or worrying Rio: keep him and the rest waiting Indie: yeah okay Indie: gimme a few to have puberty roll up Indie: still waiting on that Rio: it'll happen Rio: not that it's a barrel of laughs, like Rio: nothing to be hyped about Indie: i dont want it Indie: freaky shit going on Rio: unless you gonna stop eating, which unlikely Rio: you fucked, babe, we all are, soz Rio: get boobies though, perks Indie: that best not be you tryna skip on bringing me a meal bitch Indie: bout to hit the afterlife running here like Rio: 🙄 omw you rude ass hoe Rio: like you said, none of us had earlies Indie: omw fr or like when u tell ur mans u @ the club but u still tryin on fits in ur room Rio: like fr when I ever done you like that Indie: dont b starting Indie: ily Rio: 🤞 never Rio: ily more Indie: drews back if u wanna spit at him how to sort his life Rio: i will Rio: he ain't ready for this Indie: resolutions b dashing past this postcode we all avoidin that change Rio: you gotta Rio: sort you both Indie: hey swerve me im good Rio: 😏 Rio: fine i'll focus on your daddy Rio: no love for you Indie: 👼👼🤞🤞 Indie: call him that when you give it & he'll give in Rio: oh you schooling me on how to get blokes to do what I want now Rio: ok miss thing Indie: just him i 👂 what i hear & i kno what i kno Indie: hes here for all that Rio: you poor child Rio: anything grosser than parents going at it 😬 Indie: nah man its nasty & long being under this roof sometimes trust Rio: 🤢 Indie: some of his girls got me tempted to 📱 the social my own self & my ma looking like a saint Rio: that ain't right Rio: negates any buffness he got going on Indie: why lads wanna get on or under ANYTHING?! Indie: true madness Indie: 😂😂😂 Rio: friction 🤷 Indie: yeah but like theres girls out there bringing it & you're gonna hit that Rio: he probably ain't got as much choice as he fronts Rio: lots of grown women ain't about his lifestyle so that leaves him w the younger ones who is Rio: stick at it too long, you get busted, just facts Indie: when you old & so is your baggage 😂😂✌✌ Rio: I mean Rio: I ain't say nothing 😉 Indie: keep that ☮ mama Rio: least he looks p young still Rio: nothing worse than an actual creepy old man dealer Indie: do he? 👴 to me Rio: nah Rio: he only what, 31 Rio: that's no thing to me, gurl Indie: mayb im just 🍋 cos he aint tryna gimme no 💸💸💸 Indie: & he aint caring my head hurts Rio: aw bb Rio: 'round the corner Rio: I'll look after you Indie: 💖💖💖 Indie: u didnt tell me it b like this tho partying Rio: didn't think i had to be that quick with the warnings Rio: next day hurts Indie: always? Rio: 'less you prepare and do it right Rio: it can be bearable Rio: better than you feeling, no doubt Indie: how i do that? school me yeah Rio: 'course Rio: on the to-do list now Indie: we doing the next as a back to school thing so you got a few to bring me up Rio: you best be doing it at some other fucker's gaff and all Rio: giving me grey hairs 🙄 Indie: 😂😂✌✌ Indie: imma make that boy host it Indie: if he love me Rio: You're getting a chaperone regardless Indie: serious? Rio: yeah Indie: 💔💔💔 Rio: don't start like you don't know why Indie: i aint trippin you are tho if u think i want a repeat Rio: what, you too cool for me now? Indie: innit 😏😏😏 Indie: but nah just Rio: you so is Rio: you think imma embarrass you in-front of your mans Indie: he aint gon b my mans if u there Indie: whos 👀 me over u Rio: nah don't be silly Indie: im being real Indie: ur 💣💣💣🔥🔥🔥 Rio: so are you Rio: and I don't think a lad who likes you will be into me Indie: every lad b into u they all chat on u fully 😍😍😍💘💘😍 Rio: sounds like plenty are into you too Indie: 😂😂 it was for the spin Indie: cant pussy out Rio: 😏 mhmm Rio: well I promise you I won't be joining in, like Rio: now come let me in if you got strength to get the door Indie: 💪💪 babyyy Indie: [lets her in cos fuck know what drew is doing, flexing in the mirror probably] Rio: [lol watch him rush out when he realize] Indie: [hears her voice & runs out pretending to be casual] Rio: [oh boy, do not deserve her sorting your life, temporarily, but it's for Indie so] Indie: [bless her she's dying rn & just wants to be snuggled cos literal child] Rio: [give them a sec 'scuse you sir] Indie: [I hate everything about this, Carly didn't die for this] Rio: [just making leftovers] Indie: [drew chatting to her like she's here to hang with him & we all know] Rio: [don't you touch caleb's food bitch] Indie: [is nothing sacred you slag] Indie: [indie just fully lying stretched out on the counter like its a bed like let me die] Rio: [getting a bag of peas or some shit in a tea towel and putting it on her head] Indie: [such a good mum but that don't mean you can step ma her drew] Rio: [not her fault she can converse more like a grown-up than you Indie: [we should send Indie running off to the bathroom no offense Caleb but I'm evil & wanna leave them alone for a sec for the mood] Rio: [shoulda gone to hold her hair but now you can level with him and he can pretend he's a responsible adult lmao] Indie: [& Ryan can be highkey & he can pretend he cares] Rio: [ah the joys]

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chapter eight / rem belongs to @forlornraven / masterpost / mature content

“…where would you go?”

Rem’s voice is a stark difference from the mixtape playing through frankensteined speakers from Rem’s Walkman. Nakoa opens his eyes, peers at Rem’s face—calm, pleased. “Hm?”

Rem dozes on his side of the bed, a hand out between them in an aborted attempt at touching Nakoa’s stomach. His words are slurred, though, and there’s a tired, distant look in his eye when he lifts his gaze to Nakoa.

Not a second later, his eyes are closed again. “If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?”

Loaded question. Nakoa thinks there are plenty of places he’d like to see, plenty of places he could live, but would any of it matter if Rem weren’t with him? “Dunno. Hawaii. Or… European countryside, maybe.” Or Russia, if it weren’t so fucking cold. That’s the thing about the midwest that Nakoa doesn’t miss—the fucking winters. “Some place warm, probably.”

“Bahamas,” Rem says. “You’re miserable when you’re cold.”

“I have bad circulation,” Nakoa says, staring at the ceiling. “Can’t help it.”

Rem lifts his hand, pinches the skin at Nakoa’s hips gently, and says, “‘Cause you’re so fucking skinny. I bruise you when we fuck.”

“You’re one to talk.” Nakoa draws his fingers across thumb-shaped bruises along his own hips. A gentle stir of desire blooms in his stomach—maybe he can give Rem a matching set later. “What about you?”

“What about me?” He burrows closer, presses his head against Nakoa’s neck. He sighs.

“Where would you go, if you could go anywhere?”

“What’s wrong with right here?” Rem drops an arm around Nakoa’s waist. “Mm. Maybe…” He sighs; his breath tickles Nakoa’s chest. He mumbles a response, but Nakoa doesn’t hear it, doesn’t ask for him to repeat it.

Instead, he hums along to Rem’s mixtape. Rem didn’t say it, and Nakoa’s not sure if it’s on purpose, but Nakoa’s since sussed out that the songs are love songs.

For a guy that can’t verbalize the word, Rem’s really fucking good at saying it.

There are plenty of unanswered questions—if anyone’s chasing them, if it’s Michael or Rem’s bad decisions. If it’s… something else. Some asshole on their tail for being as open. Nakoa knows the attitude, knows whatever this is between them makes other people angry, disgusted.

He also doesn’t give a shit. Anyone’d be hard pressed to find someone Rem wouldn’t fight.

In the room, with Rem wrapped around him, basking in the glow of sex, Nakoa forgets about all that. Forgets that there’s a world outside the motel, a world outside of Rem and himself and the bed they’re lying on, in the dark with The Cure playing softly in the background.

Nakoa tests the words on his lips again; soft, against Rem’s hair. I love you. He mouths along with the lyrics for a verse, then hums. Rem curls closer, a pleased noise escaping his throat.

A whisper when Nakoa says, “I love you,” his voice barely louder than the music. Rem says nothing, his breathing even in sleep.

Nakoa lets him rest.

-

In the cold, misty morning, they pack up from the hotel overlooking the ocean, and Rem uses the last of his own money on a pack of cigarettes. Nakoa steals one from Rem’s lips, ignores his squawk of disagreement, and says, “Where to?”

Rem sighs, stares down at the map. “Fuck if I know.”

Nakoa remembers his mother—tries not to; the thought of her still at home leaves his chest tight—and how she would always say that the journey means as much as the destination. They don’t have the money to go much farther, and soon, the midwest is going to be covered in snow. Soon enough, anyway.

Nakoa thinks of the Grand Canyon, of Yellowstone, of Niagara Falls. Of ghost towns and abandoned houses, amusement parks and mountains and the Atlantic Coast. He thinks he’d follow Rem to hell—if he asked.

“Might as well hit all the stops,” Rem says. “Right?”

Nakoa watches his brow crease in thought. He doesn’t want to, but he says, “Pretty soon we won’t have money for food. Eating out’s fucking expensive.”

A glint sparkles in Rem’s eyes as he pulls the cigarette from his lips, smoke exhaling with each word, “That’s not true. I eat you out all the time.”

“Mm. Think you’re pretty fucking clever, don’t you?”

Rem shrugs, tugs Nakoa against him by his belt loops. “Sometimes. Hey—about the money thing.” He raises an eyebrow, grin wide across his lips, and says, “We could rob a bank.”

Yeah, right. Nakoa has a difficult time imagining that. “Or scare small children.” He shoves his knuckles against Rem’s ribs. “Give me your lunch money, punk.”

Thoughtfully, Rem asks, “Ever thought about porn?”

Nakoa doesn’t say the only person he wants to fuck is Rem. Instead, he says, “With your jealous streak, yeah fucking right.”

Rem scowls, but there’s a layer of mischief underneath. “I don’t get jealous.”

“Yeah?” Nakoa licks his lips, then says, “All right, cool. I’ll go get dicked down by some big fucker with a selfish attitude to match yours.” He makes a show of peering around the parking lot. “What kind of job do you think I can get around here? Or is that something I need to go to Portland for?”

Rem makes a noise in his throat, tugs Nakoa back against him, grips Nakoa’s wrists in his own. “Fuck no. You’re—” He sighs. “Fine. You win.”

“Oh, yeah? What’d I win?”

“I’d offer myself up as prize, if I was worth anything.” He squints, plucks Nakoa’s sunglasses from atop Nakoa’s head, and puts them on. Nakoa almost days, “Don’t sell yourself short,” but Rem continues with, “Blowjob?”

“Tsk,” Nakoa says. “Like I don’t get those from you on the regular anyway.” He smiles, lopsided and pleased. “What else you got for me?”

But Rem’s attention has shifted, from Nakoa to something across the street. His skin is white, fear-lined, and there’s a  Nakoa frowns, tries to turn back to see it, but Rem’s grip is tight and he won’t let Nakoa move.

“Could—” Rem clears his throat, looks back at Nakoa and smiles. “—let’s get on the road, hey?”

He still doesn’t let Nakoa turn back to see what he was looking at, holds Nakoa’s hands together.

“What aren’t you telling me?” Nakoa asks. He shakes out of Rem’s grip, turns, and— “Oh, fuck—”

He can’t get to the van quick enough. Rem, somehow, is already inside when Nakoa finally shuts the door behind him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t know!” Rem jams the key into the ignition, turns it—the van stalls. “Fuck!”

His heart beats, hard, fast, in his chest. “Rem,” Nakoa says, still staring at the old, beat-up Bronco sitting across the street, at the guy sitting outside of it.

Michael.

“How’d he find us?” Rem mutters. “I didn’t think—”

The van roars to life—for a split second before stalling again. Nakoa’s heart climbs his throat, and he feels like he’s going to throw up.

But the van’s not starting, and Michael’s moving forward, now, towards the car. Nakoa moves through the van, out through the back. “I’ll find you,” Nakoa says, “later, okay? Just—I’ll find you. When we lose him—”

And he goes. Out the back door, and he books it, as soon as he hits the asphalt. Rem yells his name, but Nakoa goes anyway, down the parking lot and through the alley towards the boardwalk, where maybe, fucking maybe, he can get away.

He hopes, stupidly, that Michael doesn’t go after Rem instead, that he follows Nakoa. Rem’s already in too deep into Nakoa’s bullshit, and—

Someone stands at the end of the alleyway, blocking his escape, so he turns back around, stumbles over his own feet into one of the buildings. Breath catches in his chest, terror holding him tight as he stares ahead, at Rem, held in his father’s grip.

“You leave a messy trail, Nakoa.” Michael’s voice is quiet, calm, and Nakoa hears footsteps behind him, encroaching on his space, unsurprised when he feels the cold metal of a gun press against his neck. “Nice to see you again.”

“Let him—” Nakoa says, but the gun presses against his neck, harder, cuts him off, and he swallows. Waits.

“Rude to interrupt your father.” Michael, after a beat, does release Rem—only to send him reeling against the brick with a fist to his stomach. “Tell me, Nakoa. Did you think I would let you leave?”

Nakoa says nothing, eyes trained on Rem. Michael sighs, and, as Rem is bent over, coughing, knees him in the stomach. This time, Rem goes down. “Answer me.”

Yes; Nakoa figured, it’s been long enough since he heard about the secrets, since he’s been involved in any of Michael’s work; he should have been safe. He should have been fucking safe. And if it weren’t for Michael knowing someone fucking everywhere, a network of I-know-a-guy, Nakoa would have been.

He should have convinced Rem to fly out of the country. Maybe remote Russia isn’t so bad.

“No,” he lies, because Michael shouldn’t want to waste resources, not time or money, on Nakoa. He steps forward, ignoring Rem behind him, coughing.

Michael’s taller than he is, though not by much; Nakoa slouches. Rem still towers over him.

Rem could take him, if he was smart about it.

“I thought I was clear,” Michael says. “You are to stay with me. This is what we do, Nakoa. I can’t have my only son disappear, after all, can I? Even if he is a miserable excuse for one.”

Rem stumbles to his feet, croaks out a, “Hey, asshole—” before Michael turns, gun still in hand, and Nakoa can’t turn away fast enough, waiting for the sound of a gunshot that doesn’t come.

Instead, Michael winds up and slams the butt of the pistol into Rem’s head, turning back before Rem has even hit the ground. Blood surfaces from A gas on Rem’s forehead immediately, runs down his face, and… 

Nakoa watches Rem, tunnel visioned. Is he okay. Is he okay there’s a lot of blood already and his chest is rising and falling but is it too much? Not enough—

“Can someone take that one back to the car,” Michael asks, “handcuff him and put him in the trunk?”

It’s not a request. But Nakoa still says, “He needs help. You—”

“Shut up.”

“He could be—”

“Easier if he is,” Michael says. “I’d rather not have to cut off his attempts at a Disney rescue. You are mine, you know. No other man you throw yourself will change that fact.” Michael pulls Nakoa’s chin up, forces him to look Michael in the eye. “It’s best for you at home. You keep poor company.”

Nakoa keeps poor company. That’s almost laughable. “Pot calling the kettle,” Nakoa says. “I promise I won’t say shit, okay? For fuck’s sake, Rem doesn’t even know.”

He wonders maybe if Michael knows that, or if he doesn’t care. If his sole concern is of Nakoa giving out pieces of Michael’s secrets, or if it’s…

Nakoa swallows. Waits. 

Michael stares at him, expression blank, before he says, “You know, Nakoa. You haven’t proven yourself very trustworthy. You ran away from home. What am I meant to think?” He steps forward. “No. I think it’s best for you to stay with me.” He glances back towards Rem, still unconscious on the ground. “Your… friend, too.”

If Michael knows, he doesn’t day anything. Instead, he snaps his fingers, and the gun at Nakoa’s throat disappears. He tries to leave, get away, grab for Rem and shake him awake, but his before he can, his wrists are bound by zip ties.

Michael retreats down the alleyway, lighting a cigarette, and Nakoa opens his mouth—unsure what he’s going to say—but doesn’t get to call after him. Instead, there’s a burst of pain at the back of his skull, and the world goes dark.

#road to nowhere au #my writing

[not-close-to-straight]

I See You (SWS #28)(Ghost!Peter)

This has a PART TWO!

SUNDAYS WITH SPIDEYPOOL MASTERLIST 

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The therapist had suggested a new apartment, had said that moving on would be easier if he wasn’t surrounded by his old life, by the things that had made up his life with Vanessa before all the...all the everything happened. 

She hadn’t been wrong. 

It was infinitely easier to sleep at night when he couldn’t roll over and push his face into Vanessa’s old pillow and wish she was there. Easier to force himself out of bed when the new bathroom had a fancy shower head with all sort of...interesting options. Easier to make himself eat when the kitchen wasnt decorated with their mismatched pots and pans and funny sticky notes on the dirty fridge. 

Easier to deal with his new fucking face when he had torn down all the mirrors and tossed them away and now only clean white walls stared back at him. 

Easier to go a little crazy this way too. 

Two months Wade had been in this new place and he felt like maybe he hated it to his soul, but he didn’t know what else to do. Vanessa was gone. His looks and his charm were gone. Francis had been rude enough to die in an actual accident that Wade had had no part in, or had even been there to witness. 

He had dedicated so much time to finding Francis and plotting every way he was going to make that fucker pay that now that it was over Wade didn’t know what to do with himself. 

At least he had had a mission. A purpose. 

Now he was just a regular guy with an astonishing temper and a fantastically fucked up face living in a bland little apartment, trying to see a therapist to work through his (countless) issues, and staring at plain white walls long enough that he thought he really might be losing whatever was left of his sanity. 

Especially when he started hearing voices. 

Well not voices. One voice. Just the one. Singing or humming, sometimes talking, sometimes crying. 

It flitted in and out of his mind ever so often, and the first time Wade had heard it he had whipped around thinking someone was standing in his apartment, because he had heard the song as if someone had sang it in his ear. 

The second time it sounded more like it was coming from outside and he had gone to the window fully prepared to yell at some loud ass kids, only to realize there was no one on the street at all. 

Maybe it was music from one of the surrounding apartments? Or people walking down the hall? Or maybe it was weird radio interference? 

Wade searched desperately for what the voice could be, until he finally had to admit that maybe the voice was him. Maybe another side affect of this shitty new life was a psychological break, and now he really was crazy. 

And he sat in his new apartment staring at the white walls and thought, “Yeah alright. I could go crazy. It wouldn’t be the worst thing to ever happen.” 

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Wade made his peace with his fracturing mind. The music wasnt half bad. The voice in his head was even a little soothing. It was like having someone else there in the apartment with him, and that wasn’t...terrible. 

(his therapist would disagree, but he stopped seeing her weeks ago) 

One day he even thought to say something back to the voice. Maybe if he said something aloud, his other personality would answer and hey, that would be like having a friend, wouldn’t it?

So he sat and waited. Stared at nothing until his eyes started to blur and then just on the edges of his consciousness--

“Say Becky, was you ever engaged?” 

Wade blinked. “Um, once. And my name isn’t Becky.” 

Silence in the room then, and Wade was struck by the oddest sensation of someone watching him, but he didn’t turn from the wall. “Were you ever engaged?” he asked tentatively, feeling entirely ridiculous for expecting an answer, but then--

“Are you talking to me?” 

“Who else would I be talking to?” he snorted. “Just me and you in here, isnt there? Unless there’s another voice or two hidden in my head?” 

“In your head.” The voice was cleared now, not quite as whispery. “Is that what you think?” 

“Um--” Wade blinked at the wall again, his senses going into overdrive when he got the impression of being approached, like someone was walking towards him. 

“Can you see me?” the voice asked. “Or just hear me?” 

“No, I cant see you.” Wade said in irritation, and then he was screeching at the top of his lungs, scrambling backwards over the couch and landing on the floor in an ungraceful heap, snatching his gun and sending several rounds right into the boy standing in front of him. 

Or rather, sending several rounds through the boy standing in front of him.

“Oh my god, you can see me!” the boy--teenager--college kid? said in excitement, and Wade started screeching again when he walked through the couch and knelt in front of him. “Stop screaming. Stop--stop screaming.” he was smiling, his hands reached out like he was going to touch Wade, and well, Wade was not about to have that, so he sent another round point blank into the kids face and---

---nothing. 

“That’s irritating.” the ghost/spirit/thing huffed. “Stop that.” 

“What in the fuck?” Wade blurted. “What the fuck. What in the ever loving actual fuck is going on? What the fu--” 

“Yes, you said that already.” the other one said mildly. “I dont understand why you can see me. A hundred years Ive been stuck here and no one has ever seen me and now you can see me and I dont understand--” he was staring at Wade like he was fascinated, words tumbling from his mouth almost faster than Wade could keep up, but that could have been because Wade was pretty sure he had gone completely insane this time and his mind had screeched to a complete stop before completely shattering. 

“Oh. You’re not crazy.” the ghost shook his head. “I’m really here. Well not here. Im sort of in between worlds. Which makes me wonder if you are--” without stopping to ask permission, and before Wade could think to run the fuck away, the ghost stuck his hands directly into Wade’s chest and first it was blinding cold and then raging heat and the last thing Wade remembered before passing out was the boys eyes widening in surprise, and the entirely unsettling thought that the ghost had the prettiest smile he had ever seen. 

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Wade was still on the floor when he came to, and he shook his head to clear it of the ridiculous dream, retrieved his gun and flinched at the bullet holes in his previously perfect wall and stood to stumble to the bathroom to take a shower and wipe away the soreness from being on the floor all night. 

Well that was the plan, anyway, until he looked over at the couch and saw that fucking kid sitting there calmly, hands clasped in his lap, an eager smile on his face. 

“Nope.” Wade shook his head. “Nopety nope. Fuck no. You aren’t there. I’m not seeing things. Hearing voices is one thing. Hallucinations is another. I’m not even high. Its not fair to see things if I’m not even high.” he took a deep breath. “When I come back from my shower? You better be ghosted the fuck out of here, you understand?” 

He slammed the door to the bathroom and turned the water as hot as it could go, turned to reach for a towel--

--and screamed all over again when the kid appeared in front of him. 

“Good Christ.” Wade put a hand over his heart. “What are you doing?” 

“You don’t understand.” the other one grinned all over again. “You can see me. This is incredible.” 

“Is it?” Wade deadpanned. “Because I’m starting to feel like checking myself into a mental asylum.” 

“No, its incredible!” the ghost enthused. “You’re incredible. Your soul hovers in the same plane I do, and that’s why you can see me.” 

“Alright.” Wade took a deep breath. “I’ve snapped. Its fine. Due to happen, right? I’m going to take my shower, call my therapist and--”

“My names Peter!” the ghost blurted. “Peter. What’s your name?” 

“Wade.” he answered, because why not? Why wouldn’t he talk to the hallucination/ghost/imaginary friend. 

“Wade.” The ghost-- Peter-- kept smiling and Wade blinked at the happiness in it. “This is wonderful. Thank you. Thank you for seeing me.” 

“Um. You’re welcome?” 

Peter reached out then, and for all of two seconds Wade could feel his hand, solid and warm, on his scarred skin before it cooled and slid through. 

Oh yeah. Yeah, Im batshit crazy.

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He wasn’t crazy, or at least that’s what Peter kept assuring him. 

“I’m real.” Peter said for what must have been the thousandth time as Wade eyeballed him suspiciously over his cereal. “Well, sort of real. A ghost. You really see me, you’re not going crazy.” 

“Im real.” Peter said again, days later when Wade came out of his bedroom and literally walked through him. “It was rude of you to walk through me, but Im really here.” 

Wade was too icked out by the thought of walking through someone, and the lingering chill in his bones to answer. 

“Im here.” Peter sighed impatiently, when it had been two weeks and Wade narrowed his eyes and threw a book at Peter, watching in fascination as it slowed to pass through Peters skin and then hit the wall with a thump. “Stop throwing things at me, please!” 

“Explain.” Wade finally said one day, plopping on to the couch and then jumping awkwardly up and moving to another chair when Peter sat on the couch next to him. “Explain this.” 

“I died a long time ago.” Peter explained. “Here before this building was born and my soul is tied to the land. No one can see me, or hear me and I’ve been wandering around this building for decades.”

“Not this apartment specifically?” Wade asked carefully, his therapists number already dialed in his phone just in case. 

“No.” Peter spread his hands vaguely. “You trapped me here. I was wandering through and you took down all the mirrors and now I cant leave.” 

“My bad.” Wade muttered, and Peter only grinned at him. “So thats why I can see you? Because you’re trapped?” 

“No, you can see me--” Peter leaned forward, brown eyes sparkling and a flush in his cheeks which was... odd...because Wade had always assumed ghosts were see through, not that they looked like cute guys from the 1800s. 

“You can see me because of your--” Peter motioned to his face then pointed to Wade. “Whatever this is, keeps your soul somewhere between life and death, like mine. When I touched you that first day--”

“When you violated my chest with your creepy hands?” Wade interrupted. 

“Yes.” again, with the little blush and Wade was annoyed by how much he liked it. “When I touched you, I felt your soul. Whatever happened to you keeps you from dying right?” 

“Right...” Wade hedged. 

“But you aren’t really.... alive?” Peter raised an eyebrow. “Right? I mean, being alive is basically the ability to die right? And you don’t have that ability. Our souls are on the same sort of plane, and I’m trapped in your apartment, so you can see me and talk with me and oh my god--” he laughed, clear and sweet. “I’ve been so lonely for so long and now you’re here and I can actually talk to you! Its incredible!” 

“Right.” Wade said again. “Incredible.” 

“This is weird for you?” Peter asked, looking upset. “You... you don’t want me here?” 

“Actually.” Wade ran his hand over his scalp, scratching idly and then flinching at the pain. “I’m weirded out because you’re awfully pretty for a ghost. I thought you would be blue and see through and blurry. Not looking like someone Id pick up from a bar.” 

“Oh!” Peters eyes lit (fuck Wade hated how much he liked it). “You’re awfully pretty too.” 

“You’re full of shit, baby boy.” Wade said calmly and got up from the chair. “Do you want me to put up a mirror so you can leave?” 

“Um. No?” Peter looked terribly unsure all the sudden. “Do you want me to leave?” 

“Talking with a ghost is better than thinking Im going crazy.” Was all Wade said. “Goodnight.” 

*********************

It was a weird life, sharing an apartment with a ghost, but Wade had adapted to a lot of weird shit in the last few years so really it wasnt an issue. 

Peter didnt eat of course, but he sat with Wade during every meal and made polite conversation. After Wade had shouted at him a few times, Peter had stopped just appearing in the bathroom, explaining sheepishly that he forgot to observe walls and doors when he could just walk through them. 

The bedroom was another issue, since Peter didn’t need to sleep he simply stood and watched and that was creepy even for Wade, so after another heated discussion, Peter had stopped doing that too. 

They settled into something of a pattern and it was a little domestic and sort of sweet how happy Peter was anytime Wade came home and it certainly didnt hurt that the kid was gorgeous, right? All long limbs and big eyes and a ridiculous smile and an annoying (adorable and fairly sexy) way of biting at his bottom lip when he got excited. 

“I ran off to join the circus when I was eighteen.” Peter explained one day and Wade said a silent prayer of thank the fucking lord that he had died at over eighteen-- and wow wasnt that a screwed up thought to have?

“What did you do in the circus?” he asked, only to keep his mind away from that sort of thought about the ghost.

“I was a trapeze artist.” Peter grinned. “Something amazing about flying like that. Flipping through the air and only having those strings to hold you up. We didn’t have nets and it was such a thrill to be that high up and know that you could die if you weren’t careful.” 

“Trapeze artist, huh?” Wade was the worst, because he heard trapeze artist and thought bendy and that was... that had to be messed up right? “So what happened?” 

“There wasn’t a net.” Peter explained sheepishly. “And I tried something ridiculous and fell. It wasn’t pretty.” 

“Uh, yeah. I bet not.” 

Another day, Wade was pacing in the apartment, rubbing at his head, irritated because his skin hurt and he had had nightmares the night before and hadnt slept and god he was cranky and finally collapsed face down on the couch to scream into a pillow--

--And cool hands landed on his back, touching just barely over his skin and numbing the sting and Wade took a shaky breath and asked, “Does it feel gross to you?” 

“All I can feel is your warmth.” Peter explained, working his hands lower and smiling over the groan of relief Wade gave him. “Im always cold, and you’re so warm, I love it.”

“Oh.” 

Cool hands smoothing over his butt and working down his legs and Wades eyes flew open in alarm when he started...responding... because it was weird enough that there was a ghost giving him a back rub but it was even weirder that he was apparently popping a boner over it but hey, the ghost was a hottie and it had been a long time since Wade had even thought to--

“Roll over for me.” Peter suggested, and then he laughed. “Or I could just get under you I guess. Could just phase through the couch and--” 

“Nope!” Wade blurted. “Dont!” 

“Do my hands feel bad?” Peter frowned. “I know you can only feel them for a few seconds before they give way, but--”

“Nope. Everything feels good.” he said through gritted teeth. “Really really good. Thank you. Move away please.” 

“Oh. Alright.” 

That night was the first night Wade shoved his pajama pants down and took himself in hand, fully prepared to jerk off to the image of big brown eyes and slim hands and those stupid long legs and the way Peters lips parted when he smiled--

---but then he felt gross over it and pulled his pants back up, throwing an arm over his eyes and willing his arousal to lessen. 

This was weird even by his standards. 

********************

It started getting more difficult for Wade to leave the apartment, knowing Peter couldn’t go with him, and the money from his mercenary days was more than enough to pay for the apartment and food so Wade ended up spending every day just... home. Watching TV, or reading, or learning how to cook more and more complex meals, with Peter reading from the recipe books and telling him stories from his life before.

Eventually, Wade started walking around the apartment with less clothes on, content with Peters constant reassurance that he didn’t care about his skin. 

“Really, I see your soul.” Peter explained one day. “I mean, yeah, I see you physically, but because our souls are on the same plane, that is more obvious to me.” 

“Besides.” his voice softened then. “You’re gorgeous, so even if I couldn’t see your soul I would stare.” 

“You’re full of shit, baby boy.” Wade rolled his eyes, but couldn’t deny that it made him feel good and when Peter reached for his hand, Wade lay his palm out so Peter could bring their fingertips together, phasing in and out of being corporeal, the cool touch coming and going every few seconds. 

And when Peter finally did ask about the scars, Wade told him all about the cancer and Vanessa and Francis and his revenge, and fully expected Peter to do that adorable nose wrinkle he did when he was disgusted, but instead Peter just smiled sadly and said how sad he was that Wade had had such a hard go of it. 

“Maybe I’m happy, though.” he said cautiously. “Because if it hadn’t happened, then you wouldn’t be able to see me and Id still be here, and lonely.” 

They held hands again after that and when Wade went to bed, Peter stood on his toes (frankly, adorable, because it was such a human thing to do) and tried to kiss Wade, his lips solid for only a second before they dissipated. 

It was odd, but it was wonderful and Wade realized one day that he had gone and fucking fallen in love, and if there was ever a time to call his therapist, that would have been it. But instead he put in Patrick Swayze’s Ghost and justified that if Demi could be in love with a ghost, then so could he.

And then at some point, Peter started sleeping in bed next to him. 

Or not so much sleeping as he was lying there with his eyes closed, with one hand resting on Wade’s chest because he knew Wade slept better with someone else there. 

They never talked about it, never brought it up, just let it happen because it made them both happy. 

They also never talked about the day Wade had finally given in and gotten himself off in the shower thinking about Peter, wishing he was solid and real and then Wade could really hold him like he wanted to. Hold him and kiss him and press him into the bed and---

And when he was done, he had walked out the door to see Peter staring at him and biting his lip, cheeks flushing red, and his hands trembling a little when he reached out to touch Wade’s cheek. His fingers had seemed solid for longer that time, brushing over Wade’s rough skin sweetly, before fading again. 

It came up eventually that Peter had been reciting The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, that first day that Wade had heard him. He had read the book so many times, he had it memorized and it was the only thing that kept him from feeling lonely.

Wade ordered a Kindle that same day and uploaded as many books as he could onto it and gave it to Peter as a present, confident that he could be solid enough for the split second it could take to turn pages on the e-reader.

Peter didnt speak for a solid week after that, his nose almost pressed to the screen, lips moving as he devoured the books.

Wade woke up one morning to Peter started sleeping on his side with what was probably the cutest ass Wade had ever seen (or not seen, since it was ghostly and all that) budged up into Wade’s hips, his Kindle on the bed next to him, a sleepy smile on his lips.

“Pete?” Wade asked quietly, and the boy opened his eyes and leaned up to press a kiss to Wade’s lips, just barely there before it was gone, and then cool hands down his sides before Peter snuggled close-- or as close as he could before moving through Wade, anyway. 

“So um, men then?” Wade said awkwardly. “Or is it just because I bought you books?” 

“Men.” Peter assured him, then shyly smiled and whispered, “But really its just you, Wade.” 

***********************

“So almost a hundred years, sweet cheeks?” Wade asked and Peter nodded, drawing his fingers in idle patterns over Wade’s bare chest and down to his stomach. “Why are you stuck here?”

“I don’t know.” Peter admitted. “At first I thought it was some sort of purgatory. The first few decades I wasn’t solid at all. Just wavering there, could see through my own hands-- it was horrifying. Maybe twenty or thirty years ago I started being able to actually talk again, and now I’m physically for a few seconds at a time.” he held up his hands in explanation. “Ten seconds is about my max,  but I think being here with you is making it longer.” 

“You look tired today.” Wade said in concern. “I’ve never seen you look tired.” 

“I feel tired.” Peter complained and leaned his head against Wade’s shoulder, frowning when he phased through almost immediately. “I dont really know whats going on.” 

“Maybe your purgatory sentence is almost up.” Wade meant it to be teasing, but Peters eyes widened in fear. 

“I don’t want to die, though.” he whispered. “Im terrified of dying, Wade. I just got used to being here. What will happen to me?” 

“Oh, baby boy, I didn’t think--” Wade bit his tongue to keep from saying anything stupid. “I don’t really think--”

“I don’t want to die Wade!” Peter was panicking now. “I don’t want to leave you!” 

“Shhh, sugar buns. Its alright.” Usually the boy loved Wades names for him, and would blush and smile, but today it only set him off further. 

“No! No! I don’t want to! I like being here with you! If I go somewhere else Ill be so alone!” Peter cried. “You will be alone and I dont want that! I dont!” 

“Easy. Easy, baby boy. We will figure it out.” Wade reached for Peter, but his hands passed right through him and Peter nearly screamed when he couldnt make himself solid for ever a few seconds. 

“Wade!” 

****************

Wade didn’t quite know what to do with himself after Peter left. Or disappeared. Or poofed or whatever it was ghosts did.

It was weird-- one day he was there, and then the next day he was a little less there and then one morning Wade woke up and Peter was no where to be found. 

He hung a mirror in the hall, just in case Peter managed to find a way back, but it never happened. 

There’s wasn’t much to do without Peter to keep him company, so Wade started taking jobs again, traveling further and further from the States as he did, and the money from doing the mercenary thing was even better now that he was basically un-killable, so he took more and more jobs, amping up the danger because it was the only thing to keep him from thinking too much. 

Word got around of course, about the loud mouth Merc who didnt seem to die, and he caught the attention of the Avengers-- the too pretty to be real Tony Stark, and the slice of All American beef that was Captain America. Black Widow was fucking terrifying and Hawkeye was at least chill-- he and Wade could crack jokes behind the others back in sign language and that was fun. 

Every once in a while around the Avengers Tower Wade caught sight of an intern with thick brown hair and long legs and he always stopped himself from going after the kid. 

The intern couldn’t help that he looked like the ghost Wade had fallen in love with twenty years ago. 

(That was a weird sentence, even in Wade’s head.)

But then-- then-- Wade met Spiderman and was instantly in love. 

The kid was smart mouthed and sassy and fucking bendy and he flew through the air like he was on a damn trapeze and Wade loved it. Spidey teased him and wrestled with him and spent nights eating burritos back to back so they didn’t accidentally see each others face and it was the first time in a long time that Wade felt something close to normal.

“So you gonna bless me with your name, or should I start giving you nicknames?” Wade asked one night as they scarfed down chinese food. “I mean, I did save your life tonight. I think you owe me at least that much.” 

“At least my name?” Spidey snorted. “The hell you do.”  

“Have it your way, baby boy.” Wade said nonchalantly, and was surprised to realize that saying the nickname still made his chest tighten and his heart hurt a little bit.

He wouldn’t ever be over that ghost, would he?

“Spidey?” he asked, when the kid didn’t say anything. 

“Um. You could tell me your name?” The words were a little muffled, as if Spidey had pulled his mask back down. 

“Wade.” he said instantly. “You can call me Wade, or sir, or daddy, or whatever--ooph!” 

Wade fell over when the solid pressure of Spidey at his back disappeared, and he turned just in time to see the kid web off the roof and out into the dark. 

“Rude.” he sighed. “Kids these days.” 

******************************

Wade had never moved from his apartment. Partly for the sentiment, partly because he never really quit hoping Peter would come back, partly because he was too fucking lazy to move. 

But the building had all but been abandoned now, not the upscale apartments it had been thirty years ago, and Wade had most of the tenth floor to himself, which made it completely unexpected and fairly weird that someone knocked on his door sometime close to three am. 

“Who the fuck--?” he groaned and pulled himself out of bed, foregoing his mask because the only people around this time of night were cops or druggies and he had no problem shocking either of them. He had been dreaming about Peter again, and wondered irritably when that lovely habit would stop. It had been almost twenty five years at this point. 

Enough was enough. He was tired of feeling heart broken after all this fucking time. 

More knocking at his door and Wade dragged on a pair of pants and stomped towards the hallway. 

“What the fuck do you want?” he ripped his door open. “Who the hell-- Spidey?” he glanced down the empty hallway then back at the web slinger in front of him. “What are you doing here?” 

“Wade?” Spidey asked hesitantly, and the soft voice was so achingly close to Peter that Wade almost shut the door in his face. 

“Yeah.” Wade nodded, then motioned to his face. “Surprise. Sorry. What do you want? Usually Id be down for some Spider Booty but, baby boy its been a hell of a night so maybe you should--” 

“Wade.” Again, just as soft, and Spidey pulled his mask off right there in the hallway to stare up at him. “I cant believe you still live here.” 

Wade blinked down at him, down at Peter--

--and promptly shut the door. 

Then he nearly tore it off his hinges opening it again, and asked, “If I try to shoot you, will you bleed?” 

“Like a bitch.” Peter nodded and started laughing, even as tears slid down his cheeks. “I cant believe I didnt realize it was you all this time. I mean, I thought it was you, but I never knew your name, and you never took off your mask and then you called me baby boy and--” 

He lunged forward like he wanted to kiss him, and Wade put a hand up to stop him. “Explain.” he demanded. “Right now.” 

“After I--poofed?” Peter offered. “I um... I was born. My soul was recycled or whatever, and I kept having flashes back to my other life and my time as a ghost and when I met you they started to get worse and then tonight you told me your name and its like all these memories came crashing back and--”

“You are talking really fast.” Wade pointed out, and Peter blushed and bit at his lip. 

“Sorry. I just-- I cant believe-- did you know it was me?” 

“Do I look like I knew it was you?” 

“Its me.” Peter nodded his head and reached for Wade’s hand to bring it to his cheek. “It’s me. I promise. I don’t understand why or how or anything like that, but Im right here. Im really here. You aren’t crazy.” 

He hesitated, twisted his mask in his hand anxiously. “Can you-- can you see me?” 

“Yeah baby boy.” Wade brought his other hand up to frame Peters face, rubbing his thumbs through the tears. “Yeah, I see you.” 

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[galoismyhimbo]

The Dead are Never Truly Gone - Ch. 3

Warnings: None for now

Summary: Emily is found by some survivors and suspects she has finally found safety. But she’ll soon find out that safety isn’t a thing in the wasteland that was once her home.

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Emily had been in the small bunker for about a month now and she was starting to get antsy. It was much colder than Dutch's bunker and she felt a little claustrophobic staying inside for too long, wishing it was summer so she could just sit outside and not worry about a blizzard coming through.

But nevertheless, she spent as much time as she could outside. She’s spent enough time inside a bunker, and lets just say it was bringing back some bad memories.

Emily was climbing up the ladder, a gun on her back, to hopefully find some sort of animal again. She placed her hand on the handle once she got to the top and stopped when she heard a noise outside. It wasn't a normal noise you'd hear like an animal; instead it sounded like a walky-talky being used. For a second she thought she forgot to turn off the radio but she heard it again, and it was closer.

She slide down the ladder and looked up at the door, nearly stumbling backwards as she landed hard on her feet, her heart about to beat right out her chest. It was quiet, the only sound being her breathing, 

She jumped as she heard banging from outside; she quickly grabbed her gun and aimed it up towards the bunker door. She was willing to kill to save herself.

"Anyone down there?!" A muffled voice sounded from outside, it sounded like a woman's.

Emily didn't know if she should answer or not, keeping her rifle aimed.

"Hello?!" 

Emily heard mutterings outside before the door started to get pulled as they tried to open it. She had her finger on the trigger, her gun trembling in her hands as her nerves finally got to her. She suddenly lowered the gun, put it on the bed, and grabbed her bow; knocking an arrow. Firing a gun in such a small space would not be a good idea.

She heard the door be shot before it suddenly swung open. She pulled back the arrow and let go, sending it flying towards the people outside. She heard someone cuss and fall back into the snow; knocking another arrow she yelled, "Fuck off! Before I put an arrow between your eyes!"

"I'm trying to help you!" The person replied.

She heard another person mutter. Great, two people.

"H--how can I even trust you?!"

She saw a pair of hands appear in the opening holding no weapons, "Just, come out please. We've been searching for survivors and your the first person we've found in months."

Emily lowered her weapon, her fear and suspicion still high. When she put the weapon down she thought for a moment if this was just a trick, thinking they could be rogue Peggies who left their hideouts early. She shook her head at that thought, there's no way that would happen. 

"Okay... I'll come out"

When she got to the top of the ladder she saw two normal looking people, a man and a woman. If she knew any better, she'd probably met them before the bombs dropped; she probably even saved their lives at some point.

Emily stepped onto the ground, placing her hand on her stomach out of habit; it was as if she was protecting the baby, "...who are you?"

The woman spoke, "My names Cassie, and this is my friend Phil. We are part of a small community of survivors..." the woman looked at Emily's hand that was on her stomach, "...And... we are searching for anyone who needs help."

Emily moved her hand away, "I--I'm fine. I'm making my own way to safety" she glanced to the side before looking back, "is Fall's End still around?"

The two looked at each other before Phil answered, "No... It was basically destroyed by the bomb"

"You mean bombs?"

He shook his head, "there was only one."

>that's not possible... I saw three with my own...eyes... And somehow survived one being only like 2 miles away. That would’ve killed me instantly...<

"Is there anyone else with you?" Cassie asked.

Emily shook her head.

Cassie looked at Emily’s stomach again, not seeming to be convinced.

"I killed them... they used me so I out a bullet in his head..."

She looked shocked, "oh uh..."

Emily glanced at Phil who was just staring at her in shock as well, "Just take me to your community... I changed my mind, I’d rather not spend any more time down in this hole."

Cassie looked at her, ignoring the other man who seemed hesitant to bring Emily along, "Alright... But we need to get going soon, those fuckers could be out anytime now" she said as she walked away. The man helped to bring her supplies up, offering to carrying them all but Emily declined. She didn't want special treatment.

They went onto the old, cracked road and walked at an even pace, snow starting to fall again. Emily looked around, Cassie and Phil were quiet and seemed to be on alert.

----

The three had been walking for a couple hours now, having to seek out shelter at one point as the snow became to heavy for them. The sun was starting to set as well, the temperature dropping to an even colder level.

"So uh, what did you mean back there by `those fuckers could be out`?" Emily asked the woman as she rubbed her gloved hands to warm them up.

Cassie looked at her, "they aren't all gone. Those peggies."

Emily felt her stomach drop, "w-what?" She looked over as the man began to speak, her hands still near her mouth.

"Yeah, some peggies decided they didn't want to wait in the bunkers and left early. They've been taking people this last month. We have to travel in pairs now for safety."

While she hid it, Emily was panicking on the inside. The last month? That's how long she's been out, that’s how long it's been since she killed Joseph. The cultists are pissed and are searching for her.

Emily cleared her throat, "wow... okay... um, where is this community exactly?"

"About 7 miles North" Phil replied.

>Jacob controlled that area...<

"okay... hey uh, can we stop for a second? I gotta uh... pee"

They stopped near a bushed area so she could get some privacy as she did her business. This child sure is using her bladder as a squeeze toy lately.

Emily went some distance from them, but kept close enough to hear them speak. She listened intently, hearing for anything that would give her a reason to run. Why did they travel so far to find survivors?

But she heard nothing suspicious, just them talking about how much farther they needed to go.

Emily finished and began to walk back to them when she heard a twig snap. She stopped and the two others pulled out their weapons. Cassie walked quickly to Emily and told her to get behind, there’s no way the peggies could have found them. 

Emily was looking around, the sun had set behind the mountains and it was becoming harder and harder to see without a flashlight; but using one right now would make things worse. She listened closely for anything else but nothing sounded. Cassie seemed to relax and was about to turn around when an arrow pierced her skull. She dropped dead instantly, Emily gasping as Phil took her arm and began sprinting.

Emily ran as fast as she could, hearing yelling behind them as some people began to chase them. The two ran until they couldn't anymore; Emily dropping to her knees, panting heavily with a hand on her stomach. That really put a strain on her body and she wasn't feeling well.

"Come on!" Phil tried to pull her back to her feet but she pulled away, shaking her head.

"I-I cant... I can't... just-just keep going"

"Look, I may not know you, but I'm not leaving you. So get up!" he forced her to her feet and began walking quickly. They could still hear the shouts, and as the sun had completely set, they could see the light in the distance behind them as well.

----

She doesn't know how far they ran but when they finally stopped at an abandoned building she collapsed onto the floor; she was exhausted. She didn't have the strength in her like in the past where she could run for miles. She placed both hands on her stomach, taking deep breathes in and out as the crisp air stung her lungs and throat.

Phil was leaning over with his hands on his knees, he was tired too but kept alert. Once Phil caught his breath her went over to Emily, helping her sit up, "Are you okay?"

She nodded her head, but she wasn't okay. Her body and mind were hurting, she didn't want to show her weakness to this stranger.

"I can’t... I can't believe they are out already... They still have like 4 years left"

He sat down next to her, "4 years...? It's been 5 years since the bomb dropped..."

Emily quickly turned her head towards him, her stomach churning, "What? 5...5 years?"

He nodded, surprised by her confusion.

Putting her face in her hands, she muttered under her breath, "I was trapped down there for 5 fucking years... fucking... oh my god" she shook her head as she did this, Phil just watching.

“trapped?”

Emily moved her hands away from her face and glanced over at him, “nothing... just forget I said that.”

He gave her a look of worry and suspicion before simply nodding his head and going over to the other corner of the room.

A while later, Emily noticed Phil had been staring down at the floor, seeming like the events that took place just hit him all at once. Emily wondered why he didn't react to that woman dying in front of them the moment it happened. But she understands now. She understands how fear just makes you act in the moment, the reality hitting you later. 

Emily stood up and walked over to one of the buildings old and broken windows, looking out of it. She didn't see anyone, she sure heard things in the distance though. 

>please don't fucking find us...< 

She reached into the zipped pocket of her jacket, pulling out a necklace. She sat under the window and held it in her hand, staring at the little glass jar with the forget-me-not inside. 

>Hope...< 

She smiled at the thought of her and whispered to herself, "I'm glad Joseph didn't destroy this..." She put it around her neck and leaned her head against the wall as her eyes became heavy with exhaustion.

---

It wasn't until she was shaken awake that she realized she fell asleep. She blinked a couple times, rubbing her eyes and sitting up to see Phil frantically getting the bags. She was about to ask what's happening but she heard people, that shouting, in the distance. She moved away from the window and stood up, following behind Phil as they ran out the back door. Here they were again on the run from old enemies. 

The worst thing she thought she'd deal with is lone survivors who will kill anything for food. Not some rogue groups of peggies who want nothing more than to kill her and anyone who isn't a part of them.

They once again kept running until they heard what sounded like an engine coming closer; two headlights coming out of some snow covered bushes as a truck drove through them. They were blinded by the sudden brightness in the dark, stopping in their tracks as the car screeched to a halt. Phil immediately grabbed Emily's arm and kept her close. The kicked up snow obscuring the car in front of them; only the headlights shining through the dust.

They heard the car doors open and slam shut, the crunching of snow underfoot heard as two figures walked towards them. Phil and Emily took steps back, Phil aiming a pistol at one of the figures as his hand trembled. Emily saw the fear in his eyes, she knew she looked the same. Her hands pressed against her stomach as if would protect her child from anything.

As the headlights eventually turned off and the snow settled, it revealed the two figures to be peggies. They were both male and had long matted hair and beards. They wore long winter coats with poorly made Peggie symbols, which were on their weapons as well. They didn't speak, they just stared at the two.

She felt a sharp pain in her thigh suddenly, falling onto the ground as her vision began to blur. She knew what hit her, those damn bliss bullets. She watched as Phil stumbled forward a bit before falling onto his knees, he was hit too. She tried to stand but was met with a pistol whip to the head from one of the peggies. She let out a pained noise, falling onto her side as she held her head; she refused to move or even open her eyes.

/I pity you, my dear/

She was forced onto her feet as her hands were tied behind her back; being lead to the truck that stopped them and thrown into the back.  She grunted as she hit the truck bed, feeling and hearing them throw Phil as well. When she finally opened her eyes, everything was a blur; bright dots floating around in her vision. She looked up and saw Joseph looking at her from beside the truck. He looked normal, like when she first saw him in that church; but he had a sadness in his eyes.

/you'd be safer with me. But...this is what happens when you disobey/

Her eyelids became heavy as she could no longer fight the bliss, finally passing out with Joseph's words echoing in her mind once again.

#fc5 #Far Cry 5 #far cry fanfiction #far cry oc #deputy rook #deputy oc #emily burns #fic #my work #i need to stop writing at 2 am #my brain dont work no more #i forget what i even write after i post it like #its bad LOL #tdantg #ty for reading my shitty work

[jasminerobotnik]

Fradulant Gain Chapter 3

Jasmine wakes up to discover that is was 2:45 p.m. Thrusting her head back onto her groaning in disbelief. A sudden urge for water crept up in her throat. Jasmine crawls out of her bed walking zombie like towards her bathroom and fixes herself a quick glass of tap water. It tasted nasty but it fulfilled her thirst. Now that she is somewhat more awake she remembered that she was locked up in her room. She thought that surely he would of unlocked it by now.

 Curiously Jasmine tested the knob to only discover that it’s still stiff it wont open up.

That ass-wipe he forgot to unlock the door! OH he is going to hear it.

Jasmine strolled over to the window opened it as gust of wind brushed gently against her face. Taking a peek  down below she judges with herself if weather or not she would be able to make the jumps down ok. Or if to jump down at all. It is a three story drop. She could easily slip n fall, and get seriously hurt or killed. Studying the windows after a little bit longer, Jasmine noticed that the window sills were large and sturdy enough for her to jump on.Jasmine began to crawl out of her window. About half way out her heart began to race. Taking a deep breath she drops down dangling on to her window sill for a few  moments  before dropping down to the next window sill.

Heh this is not so bad, just gotta watch what i am doing.

Jasmine continued down two more times. Eventually reaching the ground. Feeling victorius of her escape she stepped backwards only to be reminded that she was barefoot when a sharp pain shot through her foot making her have a bouncing fit.

            Ow, ow fuck, shit that hurt.

Regaining her balance and feeling embarrassed of herself she makes her way to the front entrance of the base. The doors open automatically at her approach letting her continue her journey back inside. Jasmine still ticked at Eggman  she wanted to find him as soon as she could and tell him that he had forgotten her. Then she thought to herself

maybe he fell asleep and just forgot? He does tend to fall asleep when he works late.  

Continuing her stroll down to his work station she first notices that the lighting was a bit dimmer than usual. Almost like what you would see in a haunted house attraction.

            Maybe he is trying to save on the electric bill it has been going up for the past few months now, its about time he took my advice.

As she was walking down the halls she could her her every foot step echo which made her realize how creepily quite the place was. Eventually arriving at Eggman’s lab she knocks and opens the door. Eggman’s back was facing towards her, he stops working and sits up straight in a panic as if Sonic walked in.

“ Is that you Jazzy?” he said in a panic

Jasmine wondered why Eggman was being so jumpy even if it was Sonic he wouldn't jump like that normally.

“ yes, and you left me locked in my room! ” Jasmine replied sternly as she crosses her arms.

Eggman getting up from his chair walks over to Jasmine and caresses her face, Enjoying the strokes which caused her to blush looks up at Eggman.

“ My apologies my dear, I was so busy I completely forgot. But i must ask. How did you get out?”

Jasmine places her hand on Eggman’s hand which was placed on her cheek

“ I.. I climbed out the window” she replied

Eggman breaks the bond  as he looks in the opposite direction in disbelief,

“ You climbed out the window? That's like 4 stories high, you do realize that you could of fallen and gotten yourself killed?!”

Jasmine stood there dumbfounded by his words, she knew he cared about her,but he had never over reacted like this. He usually tells her to be careful next time she does it. Has Eggman developed deep feelings for her now?

“ I know that Ivo but, I was mad that you left me locked up in my room.”

Eggman turns to face her once again, and his face looked downhearted, he holds her tiny hands.

“ I understand that dear, and I am deeply sorry for that.”

Jasmine gives him a hug and buries her face in his chest. Eggman wraps his arms around her tiny body, and then begins to pet her hair.

“ Don't be upset Eggy, I hate it when your unhappy”  

Despite Jasmine’s face being muffled he could still understand her. Eggman picks her up and holds her like a newly wed bride, Jasmine was surprised by it as she grabs on for dear life. Effman carries her back to his chair and sits down with her in his lap and continues to fondle with  her hair. In that moment Jasmine felt like a cat being petted. Jasmine even wondered

If I had longer hair would he brush it?

Ether way Jasmine still enjoyed the petting of her head, it put her at ease even made her feel sleepy where she let out a long yawn. In which Eggman noticed and chuckled.

“ Now I think it’s time for us to go back to bed, don't you think?”

Jasmine looks up and smiles

“ Yes I agree, but you haven't been to sleep yet.”

Eggman gets up from his chair and places Jasmine back on her feet.

“Right you are, I haven't been asleep yet and it is about time I should”

Jasmine smiles and hugs him tightly one last time telling him to sleep well. and heads back to her own bedroom where she slept for the rest of the night, but the thought of Eggman’s changing behavior towards her lurked in the back of her mind, and it made her feel fuzzy inside. She did not want this feeling to go away ever. Lying in bed she had this urge to be near him all of a sudden; even wanting to kiss him. She laid awake with her little fantasy of kissing eggman for a while, eventually falling into slumber  until the next morning. Jasmine’s eyelids opened to the sight of red on her nightstand. Once regaining  sight she realizes that the red was from a vase of red roses that Eggman left for her, and a little note that read.     

Jasmine,

 I still feel bad for leaving you locked up in your room, so i got you these flowers. You like Roses right?

-Eggman.

Jasmine lets out a grin and her heart felt fuzzy inside once again. She leans over to smell the flowers, she didn't want to pull her nose away from it the aroma was just to nice.

He is just so sweet. If only others could see him like this.

Her attention to the roses was suddenly cut short when the alarms around the base began to blare.  Nearly jumping out of her skin, she heads for her bedroom door  and opens it wide open. Robots fly right by her and a explosion occurs nearby. She places her arms over her head. Once putting her arms down she looks down the hall and  see’s GUN agents heading her way,  she goes back into her room to prevent being seen, or worse captured. Listening for the footsteps they stop by her door and she hears a males voice

“ I saw somebody come through here!”

And another voice which was another male “ I did to. WHO EVER IS IN HERE OPEN UP THIS DOOR OR WE WILL OPEN IT FOR YOU!”

Jasmine panicked she only had seconds to think.  She peeks outside, but they are out there too. She opens the window hoping it will do some good.  And she stands right by where the door would open and waits. While her heart was pounding against her chest and holds her breath.

“ THAT’S IT WE ARE COMING IN!”

The door slams open with a loud bang. And it falls to the ground and 3 GUN soldiers rush inside. Running to the window that was Jasmine's only open window to get out and run. She dashes out and runs as fast as she could not looking back to see if they were following her. Jasmine knew needed to find Eggman fast but he could be anywhere.

“ THERE SHE IS!” a voice booms from the opposite side of her. Jasmine looks behind her. They are catching up to her

OH SHIT!

Running harder and harder away Jasmine can feel her breath getting short. She is not a good runner. Not wanting to be captured was her motivation to keep running for as long as she could.

She hears gunfire and she falls to the floor to avoid from being hit. Beginning to crawl two sets of arms grab ahold of her. And they roughly pull her upwards as Jasmine struggles to get loose.

“ Nice try bitch, you cant get away from us” said one of the agents

Jasmine continues to struggle, but the strength of the two men overpowered her.

“ I say we take her into HQ ask her a few questions about the Doctor. Im sure she knows a thing or two”

Jasmine looks at the man

“Im not telling you fuckers anything!”

The soldiers laugh hysterically and one of them yanks at her hair causing her to yelp in pain.

“ we will see about that, only one can handle so much pain until they break”

“ then I guess you will have to kill me, I will never talk” Jasmine replied

“ oooo what a tough one, are you really willing to give up your life for him? Women I swear… can’t think for themselves. Well kiss him goodbye you are coming with us.”

The soldiers being to drag her away holding a grip tight around her arms then suddenly

the sounds of gunfire boomed again and the two men fall to the ground and blood end up all over jasmine’s face and clothes. Jasmine shrieks as she looks at her hands and sees the two men dead on the floor.  Resting her hands down still in shock she sees one of Eggman’s robots had shot at the agents. Jasmine was relieved that she had been saved almost wanted to cry in joy, but the fight is not over yet.

   After regaining herself, Jasmine finally finds Eggman in his control room sending out forces to destroy any solder.

“ THERE YOU ARE! YOU’RE OK Good, I need you” Eggman exclaims as he keeps typing a million codes a second.  

“ these fools don’t know when to quit do they!”  He yelled in frustration

Jasmine steps out of the way to let Eggman work and watches the other monitors and notices that a team of GUN agents was heading into the Generator room.

“ IVO, they are in our Generators!”

Eggman swears under his breath and sends in a team of his own robots to eliminate the GUN agents.  And more gunfire was heard over the monitors, and screams as GUN agents get gunned down by Eggman’s robots one by one.  Jasmine didn't want to stand around and wait for the problem to resolve, she doesn't want to be one of those people who just waits.

“ Ivo is there anything I can do other than just stand here?

“ I just need you to keep an eye out for anything I should know about.”

Not turning around as he  keeps typing up code of commands in the computer.  Jasmine being a little disappointed that she couldn't go out and fight. Regardless she did what she was told without question. Everything seemed to be going smoothly for the most part. Eggman kept typing and swearing under his breath. Finally having enough he sends out the “big guns”.  A set of robots that was two stories high arose from the ground and began to fire at the Control center of the GUN army. Glass shatters everywhere and bullet holes appear all over there vehicles making them look like swiss cheese. And blood caked the ground and walls. This went on for a few minutes  more bodies and robots feel to the ground. Until they had enough and a voice shouted  Over the radio intercom,

“ ALL AGENTS RETREAT, I REPEAT ALL AGENTS RETREAT!”

Eggman still pissed off kept firing at them with rage which almost scared Jasmine to a degree,

“ YOU COME BACK AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS!”

All the agents retreated leaving their wounded and dead behind. Jasmine couldn't  believe that they would do such a thing to their own men. To think that the common folk relied on these people just made her feel sick inside.

  “They have no idea what they are missing. Ivo as their world leader would be flawless. One day they will know, or they won’t.” Jasmine thought to herself. Then turns to Eggman in curiosity wondering what he plans to do with the bodies. Eggman looked at her as if he already knew what she was going to ask

“im going to gather them up and i will drop them off at the G.U.Ns headquarters doorstep.”

Eggman turns to his computer and types in a command to prepare for clean up the mess, and to repair all the damages that happened during the battle. The damages were minor but not minor enough to where they could be ignored, and all passwords were changed. Jasmine just standing around decided to pull up a map. Eggman looks at her with one of his brows risen

“ Jazzy what are you up to?”

Jasmine chuckles a bit and replies without looking back at him

“ Im making myself useful im looking for one of the chaos emeralds”

Jasmine zooms in on the left side of the map to a small country. It was the map of Soleanna, the city of water. Jasmine smiled she loved visiting Soleanna, especially during the “ Festival of the Sun”  now she has a excuse to go there and it wasn't for some silly festival. Eggman interrupts her by turning off the monitor.

“ I already told you i have my robots looking for them already”

Jasmine gets a little tense and frustrated, she is sick and tired of just standing around and doing nothing

“ ok that’s it I HAD IT!  I am getting sick and tired of just standing around and doing nothing. You took away the one thing that made me feel useful here! I am going to get that damn chaos for you weather you like it or not!” Jasmine snapped at him. Eggman’s eyes gotten wide like you could see the whites at the edge of his glasses. And he takes a breath as if he wanted to say something snarky back at her. Jasmine waited for it she wanted him to say it, but it never came.

“ You know what your right. Its my fault you been doing nothing lately, i took away your one job. So you may go get this emerald as you wish”

Jasmine was shocked for what she heard. He made no excuses for why he was not letting her go, and best of all he’s letting her go. Jasmine looked back at Eggman and thanked him for letting her go.

“ No need to thank me my dear, besides I think going outside would do you some good after being cooped up inside for a few days.”

Eggman then walked over to Jasmine, took her hand and and started to pet it with his index finger.

“ now you be careful and check in every now and again. Got it?”

Jasmine nods and smiles in agreement

        “ I always do”

Chapter 2  https://jasminerobotnik.tumblr.com/post/168384508238/fraudulent-gain-chapter-2

chapter 3 coming soon.

#fraudulent gain #fan fiction #eggman #robotnik

[likeawildthing]

one week since u looked at me

James and LIly fight and it’s 100% the other person’s fault, and everyone is just a little bit unhinged. 

3371 Words

For @expressopatronum​, who requested a jily fic based on the Barenaked Ladies song. :D

tues.

James Potter to M8S B4 D8S: well. Fuck.

James Potter: im broken up

James Potter: literally

James Potter: and metaphorically

James Potter: and every other kind of shitty ally tbh

James Potter: hello?????

James Potter: im in Crisis here

Peter Pettigrew: we know, mate. You ok?

James Potter: how??

Peter Pettigrew: well…

James Potter: she texted u???

Remus Lupin: she texted me

Peter Pettigrew: then he told us

Remus Lupin: wtf, Prongs

James Potter: u believe her???

Remus Lupin: didn’t say that, mate. Just a weird situation, yeah??

James Potter: Weird = shitty, then yea. her fault tho for being so dramatic!! And do u arseholes have a group chat w/out me???

Sirius Black: nah. y would we do smth like that to u prongs. go chill @ mine. AND i for one am being a good mate and withholding judgment. (except on evans cos shes clearly at fault here)

James Potter: damn straight she is. 100%!!! and im already @ urs, actually. where r u tho?

Sirius Black: alcohol

James Potter: Good Man

Remus Lupin: I’m getting pizza

James Potter: don’t bother?? never eating again

James Potter: PS no more talking to evans unless its for espionage

Peter Pettigrew: this should be fun

 - - -

 James Potter to Not Lovely Lily: ready for ur apology, like, whenever, babe

James Potter: no?

James Potter: sirius’s sofa is super fucking cosy, btw

James Potter: PS whatever the current differences between us, pls dont stoop so low as to eat Mums biscuits

wed.

 Lily Evans to StupidHair BigMouth: the biscuits were fucking delicious.

James Potter: WOW

- - -

Sirius Black to squatter potter: BABE. u know i theoretically want to be sympathetic to ur emo angst. or whatever. but y the FUCK r u watching x-files at half volume at 3:37 fucking am

James Potter: go back to sleep??

Sirius Black: fucking difficult w the light coming in under my door

Sirius Black: AND u mess up my recs w that shit

James Potter: ill tell pete u think x-files is shit

James Potter: PS dana Scully is /not shit

Sirius Black: the redhead???

Sirius Black: fuckall, prongs, if ur watching the show bc she has red hair

James Potter: im NOT. watching bc it’s a Good show.

Sirius Black: is not

James Potter: it holds up!!

Sirius Black: fine. im not arguing w u bc u cant take the blow of being wrong. i get it. but if u wank to sculley on my sofa, potter, ill end you.

James Potter: u wldnt

Sirius Black: imported velvet. vintage. custom ticking. turned legs. u know how i feel abt that lounge, Babe.

James Potter: /i wldnt

Sirius Black: …

James Potter: k. ill stop

Sirius Black: damn straight. uve been broken up for a day??

James Potter: 31.25 hrs. n we ARENT broken up

Sirius Potter: whatever. make up with evans or im kicking you out

James Potter: what happened to being a good mate????

Sirius Black: making up w evans is whats good for u

James Potter: u know its not that simple.

Sirius Black: if ur waiting for me to ask u WHY its not simple….dont. shldve done that when lupin was here.

James Potter: i /did. i still need to process tho.

Sirius Black: process alone, w the volume below 12 & ur prick IN your pants!

Sirius Black: and reset xfiles to s6e4

- - -

James Potter to #1 MUM <333: mum…you up?

Euphemia Potter: no

James Potter: …wow

James Potter: Good to know whose side ur on???

Euphemia Potter: I’m staying neutral.

James Potter: can you at least make me more biscuits?

Euphemia Potter: no. I gave her permission to eat them. James Potter: p sure that’s taking sides!!!

James Potter: are u talking to her right now???

Euphemia Potter: Her mother has passed, dear. She relies on me for situations like this.

James Potter: WOW

Euphemia Potter: weren’t you just here asking for your grandmother’s engagement ring last week?

James Potter: yes!!

Euphemia Potter: Perhaps you should come over for breakfast tomorrow.

James Potter: no

James Potter: …ill think about it

- - -

Sirius Black to squatter potter: DID I JUST HEAR U FUCKING GROAN

thurs.

James Potter to Babe: listen…sorry abt the sofa thing

James Potter: maybe outta line a bit. I wont watch xfiles tonight tho

James Potter: i can come over tonight, right???

Sirius Black: imported vintage italian velvet lounges b4 m8s

- - -

James Potter to sailor moony: and fuck, like. she deadass looked at me and said ‘im angry’ what does that even mean??? How can she be angry at an accident??

Remus Lupin: Prongs. uve told me this 12 times 

James Potter: seven. my soul splits every time I tell it, so id know

James Potter: fuck

James Potter: LUPIN

James Potter: if u dont answer ill stop supplying ur Weetabix Habit

Remus Lupin: You wouldn’t. You know why??? its 3 in the morning. I didn’t sleep bc two nights ago u were making us listed to the Lily Playlist. Last night Padfoot wldnt stop texting me abt u watching x-files (???) and tonight…I NEED SLEEP 

James Potter: ur right. im not heartless.

James Potter: unlike evans

James Potter: i /am desperate tho

James Potter: if u answer, i wont come over and bug u in person.

Remus Lupin: Deal. So what else did she say?

James Potter: thats it!

Remus Lupin: normal voice, or scary quiet rage voice?

James Potter: wld i be texting u @3am if it was the normal one?

Remus Lupin: fair point…just surprised that’s all she said, considering you killed her pet

James Potter: first mum, now u?? i went to breakfast w/ her this morning and she AMUSHED ME!! ddnt even make bacon! a two hr lecture and No Bacon.

James Potter: over a fish! Remus Lupin: lily’s fish. which u killed. James Potter: it was a tragic, unavoidable accident!!

James Potter: ac·ci·dent 1. an unfortunate incident that happens unexpectedly and unintentionally, typically resulting in damage or injury. google does not lie.

James Potter:  anyway thts what i get for doing Chores and trying to help around the flat

James Potter: i can feel ur disapproval, lupin

James Potter: she LOATHED that fish. she called it fish! how attached can u rlly be against smth u havent named. petunia pawned it off on her! she made Flushing jokes on the regular?? rly… was doing her a favor

Remus Lupin: please for the love of god tell me u didn’t tell her that

James Potter: which part

Remus Lupin: all of it. Any of it.

James Potter: well.

Remus Lupin: fuck

James Potter: so can i come over? 

Remus Lupin: …

James Potter: can i come in?

Remus Lupin: where are you?

James Potter: ur front steps

James Potter: i need Emotional Support, lupin

Remus Lupin: fine

fri.

James Potter to grlFIEND: still cant believe you tackled me to the ground this afternoon??? I should report u??

Lily Evans: I should report you??? trespassing? it’s how I’d treat any common burglar!

James Potter: 1. u know I’d be an Excellent burglar. don’t be harsh.

James Potter: 2. its not trespassing when i pay ½ rent

Lily Evans: Technically yes, but morally??? NOT ur flat

James Potter: you know how skeevy my teeth feel w/out my water flosser? which i still don’t have btw??

Lily Evans: I was so mad I threw ur attachments out, so

James Potter: Wow

James Potter: my rug burns are FINE, btw

Lily Evans: I had to buy a black dress, sew a veil, host a FUNERAL, write a EULOGY, send petunia a video of the whole thing, and ur whining about rug burns and a water flosser??? Lmao ok.

James Potter: lmao IM the dramatic one? OK

Lily Evans: Read 1:35:10 AM

James Potter: u actually have to, like, turn on the function for it to be a burn

Lily Evans: Read 1:36:14 AM

James Potter: …

Lily Evans: Read 1:36:25 AM

- - -

James Potter to Babe: u talking to me yet???

James Potter: it was an Accident

Sirius Black: Read 1:45:15 AM

Sirius Black: go to petes

- - -

James Potter: to pumpkin eater: PETE. My dude.

Peter Pettigrew: no.

James Potter: listen. black + lupin have fallen into dishonor

Peter Pettigrew: they haven’t

James Potter: they HAVE in collusion w/ one another and on their own, betrayed and disowned me. whts Dishonor if not that??

Peter Pettigrew: sirius told me u were wanking on his velvet sofa

James Potter: SCULLEY

Peter Pettigrew: i get it, but u know how he feels about that. second only to his motorbike.

James Potter: …

Peter Pettigrew: and u, ofc.

James Potter: he and remus both think x-files is shit

Peter Pettigrew: fuckers

James Potter: so can i come over?

Peter Pettigrew: go HOME, prongs. to ur girlfriend.

James Potter: p sure she dumped me???

Peter Pettigrew: 1. she LOVES ur fucking face. she nearly snogged it off in FRONT OF ME just last week?? shes just as miserable as u are.

Peter Pettigrew: 2. I live w/ my mum

Peter Pettigrew: 3. U rlly have a wanking problem.

Peter Pettigrew: 4. My mum has never seen a penis and I wont let the first one she sees be URS

James Potter: idk how to tell u this, pete, but shes a MUM, so…shes had kids…

James Potter: we can smoke

Peter Pettigrew: come in thru the back

 - - -

 James Potter to sailor moony: fuck

Remus Lupin: …you know my name isn’t actually ‘fuck’ … right? 

James Potter: Remus. Fuck.

Remus Lupin: isn’t pete watching you?

James Potter: he passed out.

Remus Lupin: dammit. where are you now??

James Potter: in a tree. like…u want to do a thought experiment with me?

Remus Lupin: …

James Potter: sorry, shldnt have phrased that as a question. Emotional Support.

Remus Lupin: you aren’t allowed to use that anymore.

James Potter: k, so like, if a person, however well-intentioned, right? like if they did something that hurt someone else. even if they didn’t Mean to. like maybe it’d be decent of them to say sorry??

Remus Lupin: you think???

James Potter: yea

James Potter: i mean…im Not saying that person shld. cos shes still bang out of order w/ the toothbrush. + the biscuits. + poisoning u and my mum against me.

James Potter: *their mate and their mum against them

Remus Lupin: you were saying…about the thought experiment?

James Potter: oh, like, well that person might owe the other person an apology

James Potter: *might. maybe. like 5% maybe

Remus Lupin: i would agree, but more like 95%

James Potter: just smth to Think about. Ya know??

James Potter: OK, heres the thing. its not hypothetical. talking abt evans ofc. cos like, i laughed, right? at her. while shes…crying. But!!! i smiled because it is kind of fucking funny??? shes overreacting + SOBBING. but, like, also cos shes so Cute and she did that elbow thing she always does when shes mad?? cannot convey how cute she was!! its so funny? that was, like, sure, the Wrong thing to do, because it just set her off More, and. ANYWAY, I could kind of…maybe…see how she would be upset by my laughing. or think I was laughing at her pain when really it was her anger. which doesn’t Sound like a good distinction, but it is a Solid distinction. ANYWAY, like, u know I have No Poker face, right?

Remus Lupin: you do wear your heart on you sleeve 

James Potter: we both know ive a LONG history of taking off my shirt

Remus Lupin: really? you, james fleamont potter, have a history of overreacting and making poor decisions and have impulse control problems? i had no. fucking. idea. completely shocked.

James Potter: imma ignore that u used my middle name + the bit abt the impulse control

Remus Lupin: apologize to her??

Remus Lupin: actually…get your thoughts together a little bit more than this, maybe? then apologize

James Potter: gotta figure how to get down from this tree first

James Potter: thx for the talk lupin

Remus Lupin: night, prongs

sat. 

James Potter to Maybe Lovely Lily: can I come home yet???

Lily Evans: lmao

Lily Evans: when u get ur shite together, yeah?

James Potter: u have all of my shite at OUR flat???

Lily Evans: delivered it to remus

 - - -

 James Potter to lupin, fuck: u have my stuff????

Remus Lupin: this pile of shite in my living room? yes.

Remus Lupin: come collect immediately pls.

James Potter: shove it in the spare closet

Remus Lupin: spare closet is full of pete’s contraband he doesn’t want his mum to see.

James Potter: right. well, go through and take what you want as payment.

Remus Lupin: already did. btw why do you have a sumo suit?

James Potter: she brought over the sumo suit???

Remus Lupin: yes.

James Potter: FUCKING WOW

James Potter: btw…how did she look? what all did she say? (not that I care!!!) but is she despondent w/out? dark circles? facial blemishes b/c she’s been too distracted to adhere to her rigorous skincare regime? did she even have the energy to contour??

Remus Lupin: she looked ok .

James Potter: whts that mean

Remus Lupin: i mean she looked fine.

James Potter: no tear tracks?

Remus Lupin: no.

James Potter: damn

Remus Lupin: she didn’t look great though? honestly, prongs, i think she’s just waiting for you to apologize.

James Potter: not a chance????

Remus Lupin: dammit. you were almost there last night

James Potter: ????

Remus Lupin: the thought experiment?

James Potter: i got high with pete last night

Remus Lupin: should’ve known.

James Potter: and I might have, except she gave back the sumo suit which is an act of war????

Remus Lupin: james…do not blow this…more out of proportion. ok?

James Potter: id never

Remus Lupin: BLOCKED

- - -

James Potter to #1 MUM: can i at least have the biscuit recipe???

Euphemia Potter: sent

- - -

James Potter to DEFO NOT LOVELY LILY: the sumo suit??? really???? u know how to cut deep, evans

James Potter: i thought this was going to blow over quickly but apparently no???

James Potter: PS I hope u like The Pic I posted on Instagram (dnt pretend like u arnt stalking me)

Lily Evans: u wldnt

James Potter: …already did

Lily Evans: btw I had to throw ur fave Tupperware away. contaminated w/ dead fish germs.

Lily Evans: like, I almost kept it and dint tell you, but my Conscience (a lil voice that tells u right from wrong) smote me, so….

James Potter: W O W. you kept a dead body in my fave Tupperware???? the one that keeps my soup warm???

Lily Evans: Read 11:13:09 PM

 - - -

 James Potter to Pete McGeet: listen: Chickity China the Chinese chicken

James Potter: and u…have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin’

James Potter: or smth

James Potter: anyway…wanna go to KFC???

Peter Pettigrew: what in the ever loving hell, prongs

James Potter: i think im cracking up

James Potter: defo pissed.

Peter Pettigrew: its sad. And a little bit pathetic.

James Potter: pathetic enough to stay at urs again tonight??? U know abt the others. And Mom wont let me on account of the principle.

Peter Pettigrew: if u bring KFC, yes

James Potter: me + the colonel are in a taxi now…

sun.

James Potter to Rude Remus: MATE

James Potter: got a burner phone

James Potter: PS imma pretend u ddnt block me

James Potter: anyway coming to go through my stuff, ok?

James Potter: Promise ill avoid ur sofa

Remus Lupin: sure thing.

- - -

James Potter to Lovely Lily: babe

James Potter: see u typing. u can pull that Read shit or whatever, but, like, I was sorting thru my stuff @ remus’s??? + I shldve done it yesterday….

James Potter: (dont tell him was here PLS bc hes pissed at me abt smth stupid)

James Potter: ANYWAY underneath the sumo suit – nice diversion btw, that super pissed me off – was a pack of brand new flosser attachments. + my flosser. u even rinsed it???

James Potter: like, Thanks

James Potter: coming home bc u obviously dnt Hate Me Eternally like u said before Lily Evans: i never said that! v frustrated w/ u but i don’t Hate u.

Lily Evans: listen. I know uve wanked (and cried??? oh yes. Pete told me.) urself out of all your friends’ good graces, so

Lily Evans: u can come back to the flat

Lily Evans: its, like, on a conditional basis

Lily Evans: we aren’t shagging

Lily Evans: u live on the couch

James Potter: we have a guest room???

Lily Evans: couch or bust

Lily Evans: you can use the guest bath tho

Lily Evans: and the kitchen…if you cook enough for me, too James Potter: cool

Lily Evans: cool

- - -

James Potter to M8S B4 D8S: fuck yessssssssssss

James Potter: have won!

James Potter: maybe technically it started as my fault? like 15%

James Potter: shes all but apologized!

James Potter: not formally ofc, but i know what she meant

James Potter: knew if I held out long enough, shed come around

James Potter: lupin…have been living in ur car btw….i owe u for crisps detailing

Remus Lupin: ew. Happy for u prongs. Gtfo of my car.

Peter Pettigrew: go home n wait for her to apologize

Sirius Black: wait before u apologize tho 2

James Potter: obvs (+ sorry abt ur velvet sofa Babe. ill pay to get it cleaned)

Remus Lupin: literally going to murder u all

mon.

 James Potter to #1 MUM: I know ur asleep, but I made u middle of the night biscuits.

James Potter: they r UTTER shit but I did Try

James Potter: thing is…u might have been a little (tiny bit!!) right about some of the things you said. Maybe. 

James Potter: anyway, am Home and will probably apologize to lily…soon

James Potter: and i love u and sorry i was so pissy abt no bacon

  - - -

James Potter to Lovely Lily: evans

Lily Evans: potter.

Lily Evans: how did u sleep?

James Potter: ok. u?

Lily Evans: meh

James Potter: i know id mentally said i wldnt do this for another day, on Principle, but Mum guilted me into it even tho she is still sleeping. Except she has a Point. So heres the thing ….

James Potter: and also moony said…

James Potter: i kind of, like,

James Potter: its like this, lil…

James Potter: well

Lily Evans: jfc babe don’t strain yourself, yea?

James Potter: u know what im saying tho 

Lily Evans: i do

Lily Evans: and same. (ish.))))

Lily Evans: it’s like this, james. i….

Lily Evans: fuck

Lily Evans: we rlly have to get better @ this.

Lily Evans: I KNOW it was an accident. and also, like, I sort of apparently overloaded the aquarium power cord in the first place w my hair dryer??? so…yeah

James Potter: fuck

Lily Evans: yeah….and I shouldn’t have, like, tackled u

James Potter: it wldve been hot if not for the rug burns

James Potter: and also i was insensitive w/ the laughing thing

Lily Evans: wait!! We hve to STOP

Lily Evans: can u not apologize yet. not fully to the point where I want to bone u??

James Potter: ….was kind of on a roll here tho

Lily Evans: yeah but we have to stop James Potter: y???

Lily Evans: the longer we fight..the better the make-up sex is going to be, yea? science

James Potter: tru…but id argue good make-up sex now is better than Great, theoretical make-up sex

Lily Evans: that WLD be true, but i, like, ordered something online… James Potter: something. or. like. Something.

Lily Evans: the Something u had bookmarked in ur private amazon wishlist hoping I’d find it

James Potter: stalker

James Potter: i love u….but i still think we should make up properly???? 

Lily Evans: no!!!! it’ll be here on Friday.

James Potter: i got u a new fish & everything!! named him eddie.

Lily Evans: nice!! but u know i hate fish. sold the aquarium to pay for the Something.

James Potter: well. Fuck.

Lily Evans: love you too

#james potter #lily (evans) potter #jily #jily* #linds writes #au: text #au jily #fic: one week

[rarestereocats]

rundown of tonight’s game!

we started our pre-game off great when discussion of whether or not Optimus Prime is a fascist came to light and then upon discussing transformer balls in the movies,  i left a wonderful “AUTO BALLS ROLL OUT” in the chat.  i also learn that Tenin doesn’t float like i’ve thought this entire time so my entire world is shattered.

as the fey vampire babushka thing dies,  she mutters something sweet under breath like the bitch she is and Tenin feels weak in the knees.  literally.  Tenin got his shit fucked up with a curse everyone and i bet he’s sworn off women now.  we head back to camp and sleep like little babes after we make sure nothing else can attack us.

upon waking up,  i’m amazed as i look over and Industria has sprouted white angel wings that glitter gold in sunlight.  like cue the heavenly choir on that shit cuz it’s pretty as fuck!  i ask her about it and then she lets me touch the wings and they are  S O F T.  so we pack up and move towards the sound of running water as we wanna get our fishing game on.

we find a cave and look,  after everything we’ve been through with that fucking spelunking adventure a few sessions back,  we don’t want what that dark hole is offering.  no more glory holes in the middle of nowhere,  please.  We Are Tired.  but after reading some thieves’ cant and realizing the water is unsafe,  we all decided this cave is our new home and began our trek through.

BUT GODDAMN,  the cave is a fucking illusion (obligatory song for this campaign apparently??) and at this point,  my illusionary magic PTSD should be cured by exposure therapy.  behind it is a sign that reads “Haven for lost children.  Harbor”.  we head inside and it’s a village in the trees literally full of children.  we meet their leader,  Luska,  and she talks of how children keep going missing.  since we need to meet the Guardian and Luska is meeting them in 3 days,  we decided to help these kids out.

these kids are ridiculous though cuz get this.  they don’t fucking age.  they went missing elsewhere and somehow ended up here with no recollection of what happened and some of them haven’t aged in centuries.  these children are literally just fucking KFC for fey and are getting picked off by the day,  but they’re pretty casual about it.  as Luska gathers some resources for us to look into this,  we head to the cafe and have a lovely time.  Samuel and Xaren share cookies,  and both me as a player and Kina as an individual,  ship it.

as we search the homes of the missing,  Xaren finds many journals that derail into paranoid rambling.  i find some claw marks by a bed and we relay that information to the other group as they search some other homes.  Elathera,  Industria,  and Rikius begin concocting a plan to lure the creature out as they realize it’s a bogeyman.  these things feed on fear,  so best option?  scare somebody and use them as bait.

now here’s the things,  kids.  we are literally in a village chock full of kids.  you know what scares easily?  children.  but what do they decide on?  lets cast fear on good ol’ Kina and leave her as bogeyman bait cuz hey,  at least i can hold my own right??   pile that PTSD on,  folks.  for her,  this entire campaign is turning into PTSD&D: Mental Trauma in a Basket.  the worst part?  they decided not to tell me this plan.

they go on a shopping trip for the supplies they need to destroy my mental state and Industria offends Rikius by implying he was an evil wizard at some point.  so she continues her beautiful crusade of offending men (#feminism),  they get their gear,  and roll out.  we all meet up at the inn.  we manage to scare the shit out of the child innkeeper and Industria makes him cry,  so now we quickly work to build this child back up and assure him nothing is absolutely gonna go wrong.

we head off for our rooms and everyone else gathers elsewhere to discuss this plan.  Xaren and Samuel are not having this shit and god bless their fucking souls cuz as Industria mentions something of dying as a risk,  Samuel storms off to find me and tell him, what’s going on.  i am pissed.  i am upset.  my own friends were planning this behind my back and didn’t wanna warn me,  so my fur bristles and i just wanna go ham;  but then Industria closes the distance to explain.

as she explains,  in understand.  best option,  less opportunities for causalities and loss of innocent lives.  i’m not happy,  but i reluctantly agree to be the bait.  we say good-night,  i thank Samuel and Xaren for alerting to me,  and Industria comes into my room to talk.  we have a tender heart-to-heart,  a sisterly moment,  and hug it out.  i tell Industria that i know they all have my back,  so it’ll be fine.  we then get our gossip on,  talking but that Juice.  Elathera and Tenin being an item?  Industria says she caught them in bed and my theory’s proven true.  she heads on out,  reluctantly.

she gets back top the room and her and Elathera have a big talk about what happened that morning.  she tells Elathera to put a sock on the door when Tenin comes in to “practice his sword” and Elathera is mortified.  red in the face,  she says she has something to show Industria,  but Industria doesn’t wanna see it thinking she’s about to get an eyeful of the Nasty.  she makes her watch as she swaps places with Tenin,  but instead of realizing what’s happening,  Industria assumes Elathera ran off out of embarrassment. 

Xaren is pacing in his room,  fuming,  still upset about all of this.  Samuel and him have another romance movie moment as they have these tender,  heart-to-heart chats.  as they bond,  Samuel places his hand on Xaren’s,  who blushes and both get awkward as they pull away and say good-night quickly.  bounce back to me and Rikius and i tell him i had a horrifying revelation.  he looks up from his book.  “that explains the harness.”.  he laughs,  but says the Elathera/Tenin thing is a joke.  i tell him i know better than that cuz i’ve been traveling with them all long enough to know the truth.

Rikius asks me if the Braid Bandit will strike again so i nervously said that’d be fucked up considering current circumstance.  he shakes his head and goes back to meditating.  come morning,  everybody is downstairs when i get up with the sicks ass Blackbeard-esque braids i put in my mane.  i head on down and try to accuse the Braid Bandit of striking again,  but i think everyone’s tired of that shit.  as the day goes by,  i take the braids out and brush the mane out.

come sundown,  it’s go time.  we pick an abandoned house and they all send me up alone as they turn invisible and get into position.  i head in as the wind picks up and the darkness settles and let me tell you,  i am already unnerved.  i do not like this.  as i sit down on the bed,  Rikius moves in and casts fear and now i’m panicking.  as the bogeyman closes in,  i go full fluff and cower into the corner,  not sure what to do.

our brawl with the bogeyman is textbook “believe it or not,  this isn’t the worst day we’ve had” as our plan just falls to pieces.  the bait works!  i am perfect bait!  but we sprung the trap too soon,  so the bogeyman kicks everybody’s shit in as Rikius stays inside to keep an eye on me and drop the fear spell.  as i’m in the corner,  eternally sobbing,  i hear one of my friends scream out in agony and then nothing.  it was Industria after seeing a sight that horrified her completely thanks to the bogeyman.  probably images of Ryan Cabrera’s hair.  have you seen that shit?  i’d die too.  she goes down,  face down in the dirt as this fucker continues punishing us.

as i finally come to my senses too quickly and race outside hoping that my friends are alive.  as i leave,  Rikius fires off at the bogeyman with a scorching ray and nearly kills it.  without a second of hesitation,  Xaren punches the shit out of this thing until it’s dead.  Elathera panics at the sight of Industria and feeds her a potion to bring our girl back to us.  as she does that,  Tenin angrily roars and stabs the corpse.

we regroup and get ready to go see Luska to let her know what’s up.  Xaren asks me if I’m alright and when i say no,  he offers a hug that i take.  Samuel joins our hug and then picks us both up and as my friends fill Luska in,  i pass out and Samuel takes me back to the inn to tuck me in.  after,  everybody else goes to get dinner and burns the body.

Industria spends the night practicing and playing her new lyre she took from the corpse.  Xaren and Samuel have another date at the cafe where Xaren is haunted by the spirit of my voice telling him to kiss him.  i’m plagued by nightmares and go to longingly stare out the window and Rikius asks if i need to talk.  i tell him i’m bad at that sort of thing and he says he is too,  so we quietly sit in each other’s company as i watch the forest,  fluffed up,  and purring.  i fall asleep,  loafed into the window.

as i wake up,  still loafed into the window and purring,  Rikius is leaning against the wall and waiting for me.  he’s trying to be subtle,  but hey,  boy.  ;)

we meet everyone downstairs and and we’re all a little tired and disheveled.  my mane is a mess and as soon as Industria mentions we’re meeting the Guardian today,  i panic and began brushing my mane out fiercely.  Rikius and Samuel help me brush my giant mane and I Am Ready.  Rikius fixes his hair and checks his stubble to make sure it’s still acceptable.  he turns to me for second opinions and i give him a thumbs up,  so like,  we’re getting there,  folks.  he’s mine.

we finally meet the Guardian.  a hamadryad named Andruw Mar.  we return their book and they seem delighted to see it again.  we speak and learn that the Svartalfar are trying to take down the Guardian and his people to get back to the Feywild and do Naughty Things,  so we agree to help them out so long as they consider negotiations to ally themselves with our nation.  the Guardian agrees and hands us a fancy card to give to New Thaddeus as a way of showing their good fiath so long as we keep our word.

and that’s where we let off.

#adventures of the volunteer fire department #oc: zakina kociak #game: pathfinder crusades

[all-sortsa-stuff]

A new start, part 5

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 2793

Warnings: Language and fluff

Part 1  part 2  part 3  part 4

“Oh.”

Chris stared at you in total shock.  His answer felt like a punch to the stomach.  Your mind whirling with what felt like rejection.  Stomping off to the kitchen you pulled an open bottle of wine out of the fridge and poured a rather large glass for yourself.  He stood in the same spot in the living room unsure of what to say.

“Just go home Chris. I’m sorry I said anything.  It won’t affect work or the movie, okay? But please go.”  It was difficult to look at him so you just concentrated on your glass as you stood at the kitchen island.  He walked into the kitchen slowly, as though he were afraid to startle you.

“I don’t want to go, [Y/N]. I was just surprised to hear you say that.  I mean, come on, why would you, this amazingly talented and wonderful woman, want a dork like me?  I have had this huge crush on your since walking into that trailer.  Holy shit, I think my heart stopped when I saw you.” You looked up quickly at him.  Not sure if you could believe the words that were coming out of his mouth.  “I knew I couldn’t act on them.  You had been so hurt by that asshole and you needed a friend.  So I wanted to try to be that friend.  You know what?”  You shook your head at him.

“What?”  Chris had moved close but stopped before getting too close.

“We became good friends. It felt good.  I knew I couldn’t have more than that with you but I was happy, am happy being your friend.”  Letting go a breath you had been holding.

“So you mean you just want to stay friends?”  He put up his hands quickly.

“No, no.  Not what I mean.  Shit, what the hell am I trying to say?  [Y/N] I meant I don’t want you to think that I only became your friend because I wanted to take advantage of it.  You have become a real friend.”  You canted your head looking at him as you leaned against the island.

“So, you are my friend. And again it sounds like you just want to be my friend.”  A look of confusion on your face.  Chris raked his hand through his hair.

“Fuck.  This is not coming out right.  I am nervous as hell right now and my brain obviously can’t get my mouth to say anything right.  Okay, let me try again.”  Taking a long pull from the wine glass, you stared at him.  The sweet taste and bubbles helping to settle your stomach that was doing flips as Chris paced back and forth in front of you.  “[Y/N], I like you a lot.  I have since day one.  I was lucky enough that you let me become your friend.  But I want more.  I want to be more than your friend.  I want you to see that there are guys out there that aren’t lying, cheating fuckers.  Well maybe not other guys out there, but see that I am not like that.”  You laughed as he fumbled through what he was trying to say. Finally getting to the point.

“So if I understand you now, you like me?”  He laughed quietly taking a tentative step closer.

“Yes.  I like you.”

“What do we do then?” Crossing your arms over your chest, you looked back at him.  Chris shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

“Maybe we should go out. See how things go, being more than friends.  Like normal people.”  You bit your lip as though you were thinking very hard over the offer.  When truly, you were trying not to throw up.  Your heart furiously in your chest.

“I think that is a good idea. When?”  

“Tomorrow?  I know you are off the afternoon.  I should be done by six.  Maybe pick you up here by seven?”  

“Seven is good.  So tomorrow?”  He nodded, as everything felt a bit awkward now.  Why did it have to be awkward?  This man had been your friend for the last several months.  You had told him things you had not told anyone else. Now, it was awkward.

“Yes, tomorrow.  Umm I should probably go.  It’s late and umm yeah.”

“Yes it is… late.”  

“Okay, see you tomorrow, [Y/N].”  He walked towards the door.  You followed behind, to see him out.  As he opened the door, he turned back startling you and causing you to bump into him.

“Oh sorry.  I wasn’t….”  Chris laughed, relaxing his stance.

“Can I hug you at least? I have missed you this weekend. Not talking to you since last night sucked.”  A flush of blood surged to your cheeks and you smiled shyly.

“Yeah you can hug me. I missed you too Chris.  It was just… hard to concentrate on my thoughts about you when you were right there.  I needed a step back for a moment.”  He took the moment to step forward with his arms out, enclosing them around you in a tight hug.

“I understand that now. I’m sorry for acting like an ass. But I promise I will make it up to you tomorrow.”  Returning the hug you squeezed tight.  It felt good in his arms.  You wanted to continue the feeling but he slowly pulled back.  His face gave the impression it was reluctantly.  “See you in the morning.”  Chris walked towards his car throwing a grin over his shoulder. You waved like an idiot as you leaned against the doorframe.  As he drove off the realization hit you that you were actually going on a date with Chris. Not just friends hanging out and having a pizza.  A real date.

“Fuck, what did I get myself into?”  Rubbing your face, you closed the door and went upstairs to get ready for bed.  It was going to be a long day tomorrow.

After a fitful sleep, two large cups of coffee and an hour in the hair and makeup chair you were ready to get work started for the morning.  The crew was setting up the shot as you sat in your chair waiting for the director to call you into the scene.  Your phone started going off with a FaceTime message.  Jake, for whatever reason, was calling.  “Yes Jake?  I’m kinda working here.”

“Well don’t you look all fancy ‘Miss I’mma super star actress.”  Rolling your eyes at him through the screen you asked again.

“What do you need Jake? I don’t have much time.”  He laughed as he moved the phone to show a beautiful black horse.

“Seems this girl right here needs a new home.  She is great with other horses and…”

“Yes.  I want her!  She is gorgeous.  How old is she?  Where did she come from?”  You excitedly sat up in the chair and squealed causing a few odd looks from those around you.  Jake laughed petting the horse’s nose.

“She is five and has all her papers and looks pretty healthy.  Going to have the vet check her out before I load her up in the trailer. I figured you would want her so he is already on his way.”  Your brother knew you well.  

“I hope Boots and Talladega like her.  Jake you are the best.”  

“I know, I know.  Glad you appreciate that.  Now did you tell that guy you like him yet?  You look like you are in a better mood.  Get a little something last night when you got back?” He wiggled his eyebrows with a smirk. You did not realize at that point in the conversation, Chris had walked up behind you, now he was trying not to laugh.

“Ugh, Jake you are worse than mom, you nosey ass.  I have to go. Send me the info when you get her home please.”  Turning the phone off, you did not wait for him to say goodbye.  You leaned back in your chair with a groan.

“So you told your family about me?”  Chris whispered in your ear, causing you to scream and jump out of the chair.  He had a wide grin on his face.

“You scared the crap out of me!”  He continued to grin at you.  It was infectious and you could not help but start to smile.  “And maybe.”

“Sounds like a yes.  I think I like it.  Don’t worry I told my mom, well she actually dragged it out of me, but she knows I have this giant crush on you.”  Laughing you turned to sit back in your chair. Chris came around to sit next to you.  He looked so handsome in old military costume.  Just looking at him made your cheeks flush.

“Fine, yes I told my brother and my dad.  Who probably told my mother.  They noticed how we were texting all weekend.  So they got nosey.”  A look of pure happiness crossed his face.  If you were telling your family there must be something there for you.  He tried to give you that nonchalant look again as he turned to watch the set.  It was not fooling you but you were not going to push the issue.

“So where are you taking me tonight?”  You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, trying to play him at his own game.

“It’s a surprise.  Don’t worry you’ll enjoy it.”  That did not give you any information.

“Well how am I supposed to know what to wear?”  That damn smirk of his appeared again.  

“Wear that red and blue swirled dress.  That looks gorgeous on you.”  You raised a brow at him.  If you remembered correctly, you had only worn that dress once during the whole time you had been in North Carolina.  

“Okay, if you like it that much.”  Before either of you could continue the director called you both to the scene. The morning was busy with trying to get as much done before the afternoon shots with Chris and change of location.

By the time the afternoon started to turn into evening, you were trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach.  Chris would be at the house in little less than an hour.  You had showered and pulled out the dress and sandals.  The things that were most difficult were your hair and makeup.  Makeup wise you did not want to look over done.  Not that you could ever do what the makeup artists did to you on a daily basis. You wanted to look like you, just a prettier version.  Once that was finished you worked on your mess of [Y/H/C] hair.  Finally getting it up into a loose but pretty bun.  The doorbell rang as you slipped into your sandals. Of course he was two minutes early. As you opened the door, looking at the man standing there it took a moment to remember to breathe.  Chris looked amazing in a khaki colored pair of dress pants and a white long sleeved dress shirt with the top button undone.  “Wow, [Y/N] you look… just wow.”

You beamed at him.  It felt good that he thought you were beautiful.  “Thank you. You look so handsome.  Let me grab my purse and we can go.”  He nodded sliding his hands into his pockets.  

The car ride started off quiet, both of you nervous and afraid to say the wrong thing.  “[Y/N] I’m sorry.  I don’t want this to be weird.  I want you to have a good time tonight.”

“I think you are worrying too much.  I always have a good time with you.  Remember we have been out so many times before.  They just weren’t technically dates.  So this should be easy.  Like before, just with more feelings.”  Chris looked over at you a moment as he tried to read your face.

“True.  Okay easy then.  Let’s try for that.”  You moved your hand over to his and squeezed to show him it would be all right.  But you did not expect him to squeeze back and hold tight to your hand.  He did not want to let go.  There went your heart; it was now somewhere lodged in your throat beating at ridiculous rate.  You wanted your hand to stay in his, so there you left it.  The smile he gave you as you did just that made your toes curl. Damn this man was going to kill you one way or another.  You felt like a school girl on a date with the football star.

The restaurant was situated on a grassy area that looked over the beach.  While there was dining inside Chris had reserved a table outside under the stars.  There was a small band playing with several couples dancing in the middle of the tables that were scattered about.  Twinkling lights ran the edges of the outside area.  It was beautiful, quiet, and just perfect.  With the wine ordered, he stretched his arm across the table and took your hand in his.  Your mind started over thinking everything again.  Like should you be feeling this way?  He was your friend.  Your friend who was now looking at you like more than a friend and was holding your hand. However, it felt good, it felt right.

“Stop trying to over analyze this, [Y/N].  It’s dinner. If you don’t like it then we will go back to being friends.  I promise.” Fear flashed in his eyes the moment he said it.  But he was a man of his word and would never force you to do something you did not want to.

“You know me too well. I’m sorry I know.  I over think everything.   But don’t think I don’t want to be here with you, I do.  It is just a big step for me.”  This time he was the one to squeeze your hand in reassurance.

“How about we not worry about it?  Let’s have a good time.  Tell me about your new horse.  You were so excited today.”  Chris knew what to say to distract you from yourself.  The conversation after that flowed easily just as it always had with him. You told him all about the new horse as well as your other two back home.  He went on to tell you stories of learning to ride for a movie years back then falling off and bruising his tailbone.  You laughed so loud you had to cover your mouth.  When the meal came each of you fed the other a bite of your meals just to try them out.  After finishing and chatting for a little while longer Chris stood up holding his hand out to you.  “Dance with me?”

You bit your lip nervously as you took his hand and stood with him.  He drew you alongside of him and out onto the dance floor.  Twirling you around first before he took you in his arms.  The two of you danced just staring into the others eyes.  It was then you realized this was how it was supposed to be.  This was the person who made the world look beautiful and bright.  You had spent the last four months getting to know him and becoming his friend.  Now there was more.  So much more.  Closing your eyes, you laid your head on his shoulder drawing close into his arms. Chris leaned his head against yours. Neither of you wanted to move.  However, after several songs, you knew it was time to go.

The ride home was similar to earlier in the quiet of it.  The difference though was the air about it all.  Both of your hands encircled his as he drove back to the beach house. He would look over at you for a moment and you would grin at him, causing him to return the smile.  When you arrived home he got out, opened your door, and walked you up to the house. “Do you want to come inside for a bit?  We can have a glass of wine.”  

“I want to.  But I think it’s best if I go home.  I am not going to rush this.  I want you to be able to see me as someone you want to be with and who will do anything for you.  Especially wait for you. I’m not in a rush nor am I going anywhere.  Remember that. I will call you in the morning if that’s all right.”  You nodded with tears welling up in your eyes.  This man did not know what he was doing to your heart.  Chris took your hand and kissed it before walking back to his car.  There you stood on the front porch watching until you could no longer see his taillights. It had been a wonderful night.  

“Oh shit, I have it bad….”

Part 6

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