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rhodesrider · 10 months

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Superman

Roman R. x Little!Reader (Feat. Platonic! Jey and Jimmy Uso )

Minors DNI // 18+ // Age Regression warning

“Wait wait, you think Roman is who?” Y/N shushed Jey and Jimmy quick picking at her fingers nervous of her caregiver coming out of his office to see what was all the commotion. Jey blinked looking at her confused until he put two and two together. Not only was the poor girl in her little space but she noticed small things about Roman to make her think that he was Superman.

“Babygirl. Roman is not Superman.” Jimmy snickered some, but Y/N was serious. “Oh? Then why does daddy leave at weird times at nights and in the morning?” She smirked. But jey had a answer for that. “Y/N he goes on night runs and morning Jogs.” He sighed. “Sure he does, next your gonna say he not allergic to green glowing things.” She sighed. “He’s not?” Jimmy countered. “Then why did he throw away all my glow sticks?!” She said. “They were in the floor baby.” Jey laughed. She soon felt her face hot, she groaned and walk away knowing that her daddy was Superman. “If they don’t believe me, I’ll just make my own investigation.”

She ran to Romans’ office knocking on the door smiling as he opened it. “Hey princess, daddy’s quite not done yet but what’s up?” He squatted down to her kissing her cheeks. “Daddy could I get some printer paper? I ran out of sketch paper..” she pouted. He nodded and he went in his office right quick leaving the door cracked. She peeked in the door looking in seeing if she could find something abnormal. She scanned the room using careful eyesight and soon saw a pair of glasses on his desk. She stepped from the door as she hears footsteps and received the printing paper. “Thank you!” She smiled and ran off back to the living room where her uncles were playing the game. “Guys! I knew he was Superman!” She said in a hushed yelling tone. Jey paused the co-op game and looked at her while Jimmy just laughed a bit. “What other evidence you have?” Jey said not really wanting to entertain this but it seems like he doesn’t have much of a choice. “I saw “reading glasses” on his desk.” She said. “Daddy has great vision why does he need glasses?” She smirked happy with her evidence. “Well I mean that’s not enough evidence hun, every 30 year old man got glasses for reading.” After hearing the slight rebuttal she pouted. Jey was talking to her but out of the corner of jimmys eye he saw Roman peeking, he pulled his phone out and texted jimmy. Jimmy looked at his phone and rolled his eyes.

“Just play along.”

“Wait Jey.” Jey was stopped mid reasoning and looked at his brother. “Maybe she has a point,But idk the glasses ain’t enough still. If anything hard evidence comes from facts as well.” Jey blinked and soon his phone vibrated, he peeked at the text and groaned. But still kept his character. “Man, there’s no way that man in there is Superman.” He got up putting the controller down and walked away. “Uncle Jey doesn’t believe me…” Y/N pouted sitting down in his seat. “But I do.” Jimmy smiles. “Roman goes to bed at 10 o clock tonight. We can look around in his study some more.” Jimmy smirked. Y/N nodded excited and hugged her uncle going to get ready for bed. Soon out of sight Roman and Jey popped up again. “Why are you like this?” Jey asked Roman. “Look I think it’s kinda cute! Besides it could be fun.” He smirked. “So what u got set up?” Jimmy asked and Roman started to plan as so.

“Ok sweetie this is the plan.” Jimmy legit was going all out for this. He made a map and everything. Of course with Romans way of setting it up leaving a valuable little treasure in the safe. Y/N ran down most of the plan and gave some important notes in scented markers. As everyone heads to bed, Y/N sneaked out her room and so did Jimmy heading to the study. He opened the door slow and looked in giving the ok to start the investigation. The flashlights moved around the room and Y/N was so excited to find something a piece of evidence to show that her amazing caregiver could be the man of steal. “Hey over here.” Jimmy called as she was looking in his cabinets losing focus. Jimmy pointed to the safe. “Wait, uncle we don’t have a code.” She point feeing like the job was pointless. “Hm. What do you think the code would be?” She thought long and hard, soon remembering. She punched the code in and it opened after two beeps. “My birthday.” She smirked and peeked in seeing something was glowing. “Wait…a rock?” Jimmy was a bit confused, but he looked over at Y/N seeing her eyes sparkle. “No uncle. It’s kryptonite.”

The next day rolls over and Roman stepped out his study looking down at his phone. Soon stepped out Y/N, getting mentally prepared for what she’s about to try. “Hey daddy..” Roman turned around and soon saw the green stone in her hand. “I’m sorry!” She closed her eyes getting it closer to Roman and he had to act fast. He soon groaned a bit and moved back acting as if he was getting away from the stone as much as he could. “Pumpkin where did you get that?!” He asked peeking at her, she through the stone away far from them and she went to him in tear thinking she hurt the poor “superhero”. “Daddy I’m so sorry I knew your secret are you Okies?!” She sniffled and checked him really worried. It touches his heart seeing her so caring about him sometimes. “Well sweetie…you finally know. But you have to keep it secret for me. No matter what. Daddy has enemies that want him to disappear.” She nodded fast and hugged him smiling brightly. “I knew it.” She giggled.

But how long will this game continue? Check out next time ;) I’m pretty sure the friends he called would love to play along.

#wwe imagine #wwe one shot #wwe smackdown #wwe raw #jey uso #jimmy uso #age regression #roman reigns imagines #roman reigns fanfic

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cumxxslutt · 2 years

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Hey! Love your stuff. Legit makes my day! Anyway for a poly request? The bloodline takes care for a grumpy bratty gf after a bad shopping day? (Not nsfw but pampering and reassurance 🥰)

I literally appreciate you for your kind words and I stayed up all night for this so that’s that but , yeah mama enjoy the fic it’s not that good but send more request! . 😭🎀

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What’s wrong mama .

Fem/Black Reader

Warnings: umm nothing major , cussing

Bloodline x Reader -sami

"oh my god" I mumble walking around Footlocker after running literally running away from paparazzi in damn heels , my feet hurting feeling like I'm walking on legos , finally seeing the shoes I want

I walk towards the front and making it there I see a white girl with pretty brown hair "Hi Darling , do you guys have these in a size four" I say smiling at her she looks up "umm-" her sentence

was cut short when she looked up at me "holy shit" she said droping the pen she had in her hand I only chuckled "so" I said dragging the 'O' "oh yeah , yes we do have them in a four" she says

while looking up at me in awe "okay perfect", can you bring me a pair please" I said "of course" she said running to the back , its been about 15 min- "here you go" she says happily

"thank you" she started ringing Everything Up "okay your total is 245$" I reach in my purse and pull out a card "here you go" I said handing her jimmys card , she took it and swiped it

"okay your all set" she says handing Me my bag and handing The card back "thank you" I say putting the card back in my purse I grab The bag and begin walking out , as I'm pushing the door open

I hear a loud screech turning towards the scream I see My Fans and a couple of paparazzi "fuck" I mumble , Now don't get me wrong I love my Fans but sometimes I just wanna have a day without

All the Famous bullshit , quickly turning around and walking the other way I hear pounding footsteps , shit , I can barley run with these damn bags and long ass heels , next time I will be

putting on my converse , Before I could say anything I felt a Hand pull me by my collar turning around I see Brandi my Manger , "come on" she yelled over all the noise taking a few bags out

my hands running down a small alley seeing my Brother in the driver seat Brandi opened the door pushing me and my bags in and slamed the door then hopped in the passnger "slam my fucking door

again" my brother said "shut up and drive" Brandi said then he pulled off , 5 mins into the ride I said "how did you guys know where I was" I said genuinely curious "look" Brandi said tossing me

her phone I grab it seeing the girl from footlocker the video she made Was her recording herself first then flipping the camera on me with the caption being “omg you guys look Y/n L/n is here pull

up" putting the address at the end of the sentence "what . the . fuck" I said throwing Brandi back her phone , The Car ride to my house was silint after that , finally pulling into my driveway

seeing My Car + My Husbands hopping out and grabbing my bags "do you nee-" My brother started "NO" I yelled stomping towards my front door , setting a couple bags down to grab my key and unlocking

My door picking my bags back up and kicking the door open after seeing my brother pull off .

Jey Pov:

"Aye y/n back" I said yelling to Boys , they came running from the kitchen seeing her walk in I walked towards her "hey ma-" she pushed me back "MOVE" she said dropping her bags

what?? she ran straight up the stairs after taking off her heels "what's her problem" solo said Nobody answered him , Roman walked upstairs we all stood there for a second then started

following him "Y/n" Roman said No response "y/n" he said a little louder , "what" we muffled through the door "don't 'what' me" Roman said she stayed quiet "whatever" she said probably rolling

her eyes "open the door" jimmy spoke up "NO" she yelled through the door "y/n stop playing with me , and I wasen't asking you I was telling you" jimmy said calm but we all knew he wasen't

we all waited a couple minutes until we heard the door unlock and feet running from the door Roman pushed the door open as we walked in to see her hiding under the covers I walked ove

and sat on the bed the boys doing the same , It was quiet until we heard sniffles "whats wrong ma" I said shaking her "nothing" she mumbled "well something must be wrong you came in here

with a attitude and now your crying" solo said "its not fair" she said "whats not fair" Roman said "Because" she started throwing the covers off of her and sat up "I just wanted to get

out of the house today , and go have time to myself but no I can't even do that" she vented dramatically falling back into the pillows "well" I started but stoped "well what" she said looking up at me "well

your a celebrity of course people are gonna ask for pictures and shit" I shrugging feeling bad for my babygirl "I know but nobody knew That I was there , well yeah a few paparazzi but that's

all" Stated lifting her body up from off the pillows and moving to sit in solos lap "so your crying because a few paparazzi knew you where there , mama a few-" Roman was about to finish talking

but she cut him off "I'm sorry for cutting you off Smush [I stay calling somebody smush 😭], but it wasn’t just a few paparazzi" she said "you good mama , but what do you mean?" Roman asked confused also saying what the rest where thinking

Y/n Pov: "And thats when I got here" I say finshing off my story of what happend earlier "hold up let me get this right , so you where getting shoes , then she went to get your size came

back after like 14-15 , and as soon as you where leaving a lot of people showed up?" solo said trying to wrap his mind around everything "yes" she said hiding her face in his neck "why

would she even do something like that" I said crying My damn heart out "I don't know mama" roman mumbled I only whimperd thinking it was my fault about what happend moving my braids

out my face a getting off of solo and onto the bed feeling very guilty jimmy noticeted the look on my face , "whats wrong pretty girl" he said making the other boys look at me "nothing"

I mumble "something has to be wrong you look upset , whats on your mind" he said pulling me closer to him as I wrap my arms around his neck "do you feel like it's my fault" I say looking

down at my lap "what" Jey says "like I should of just put on a hat and some glasses or-" I stoped once I got cut off "no" Roman said "huh" I replied looking up at him "you should not ever

feel like this is your fault , shes the one who told the world where you where at , not you and you shouldent have to think any of this is your fault" he said I felt like crying again "but-"

I said and before I could finish It was jey who cut me off this time "like he said not any of this shit was your fault , now how about we give you a bath , and get you something to eat" he

said and I only nodded with a weak smile as jey gave me a sloppy kiss on the lips , roman doing same , as solo and jimmy kissed my temple .

"stopp" I giggle as jey tickled me while he and jimmy where susposed to be giving me a bath , "okay come here mamas" jimmy said grabbing my wrap and shower cap , putting on my head and making

sure it was secure they started washing me , finally after at least 16-17 mineutes of my bath , most of that time spent of me and jey throwing soap at eachother jimmy picked me up and wrapped

a towle around me , jimmy taking off my wrap and shower cap then getting my lotion and body oils and putting them on me , then getting me dressed in some silk pink shorts and one of solo shirts

then putting some oil through my scalp , and finally putting my bonnet on , jey picked me up and carried me down stairs , "Hi Babygirl" I heard roman say jumping down from jey and running and

jumping in roman arms "hi papi" I mumble in his chest "here" he says handing me my food "thank you" I say standing on my tippy toes to kiss him running over to the living room , food in hnad

"be careful" I here solo call out "mhm k" I mumble looking for something to watch ,

"ouu" I mumble as I turn on euphoria ,

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"LOOK THATS ME" I yell pointing at the screen as my character came into

the frame "yes that is you" jimmy said leaning over to give me a kiss , Thank God For My Boys .

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Hoped you guys liked it !! 🤭🎀🙌🏾

*NOT MY GIF*

*did not read over*

#roman reign fic #wwe x reader #jimmy uso x reader #jey uso x reader #solo sikoa x reader #wwe fics #roman reigns x reader #the bloodline 🎀#cumxxslutt.writes🎀#🎀 .

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luv4fandoms · 1 year

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Invisible String

Chapter 2.5-So that happened

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Lizzie stretched as she slowly got out of bed, luckily she had gotten to sleep in after getting up so early the day before. The promise of coffee and crystal shopping made it easier to move around and get ready for the day, and so it didn't take her long to throw on some clothes and make her way to the meetup spot, she just wondered if the girls would mind if they stopped by the craft store on their way back, she needed to grab some more yarn.

The coffee shop was only a couple of blocks from the dorms and the shopping area in town, a popular middle point for a lot of the college students making their way around, as proof, even on a Sunday it was busy.

"Over here" she heard a voice call to her as she made her way further inside. Kiri's bright red hair was easy enough to spot amongst the zombified bodies of patrons looking for a burst of energy that only caffeine could provide, and Lizzie found herself quickly weaving between people to get to her friend, man she hated crowded places.

"Ari not here yet?" She asked once she made it to the table, Kiri handed her a coffee. It had been established amongst the group that if invited out for coffee, the first person there would get the orders and the others could simply pay them back. So Lizzie gave Kiri a thankful smile as she handed her the money, happy she didn't need to go up to the packed counter.

"you know she's always fashionably late" Kiri chuckled.

"this is true, she loves to make an entra-"

"I'M HERE! YOU'RE LIVES JUST GOT BETTER!'

"Perfect example" Kiri laughed as the two girls watched Ari say hello to quite a few of the kids from school, while earning glares from others who deemed her far too loud before coffee.

"Hello my beauties!" Ari smiled, kissing both of the girl's cheeks.

"Hello princess" Kiri smiled

"Good morning beautiful" Lizzie nodded while Ari handed Kiri her money and happily took the drink.

"shall we go?" The redhead asked, already knowing that Lizzie was ready to leave, it wasn't a secret to anyone in the group that Lizzie preferred the tranquility of nature over the hustle and bustle of the city, downfall of being an empath she supposed.

"yes please" Lizzie nodded, already jumping out of the seat.

"yay shopping!" Ari cheered as they all made their way out, a few goodbyes being thrown their way from other students.

"Miss popular over here" Kiri teased Ari.

"I can't help it if they love me"

"it's those moves she shows off on TikTok"

"you know I gotta bust it down when the mood hits"

"I'm shocked you and Lo'ak didn't film anything this past weekend" Lizzie noted.

"oh they did, he just hasn't posted it yet, said he would do it today since it was late when they got home" Kiri explained.

"not as late as when you go home" Ari smirked, causing Kiri to look away.

"wait, wait, what did I miss? I missed something" Lizzie stopped, looking between the two.

"well yesterday it was just me, Lo'ak, Neteyam, Kiri and Rotxo that were at the beach" Ari started, sending a teasing look over to Kiri who simply rolled her eyes.

"well I left with Neteyam and Lo'ak to go home....someone else stayed there"

"Kiri" Lizzie gasped, covering her mouth.

"oh shut up, both of you" the redhead sighed before turning to walk again.

"what happened??" Lizzie asked, quickly catching up with her.

"nothing happened, we just hung out"

"mmhm"

"no no, they could have legit been hanging out"

"...and then we went to grab something to eat"

"ok"

"did he pay?"

"if he asked her if she wanted to eat he better have, whoever asks pays" Ari nodded

"he did"

"...Kiri"

"shut up Lizzie"

"bitch that was a date!"

"that was for sure a date"

"you went on a date with Rotxo!"

"OK! I went on a date with Rotxo now can we shut up!"

"....did you enjoy it?"

"Ari"

"no wait, we are protective friends, we need to know"

"....it was nice" Kiri replied, catching the look that the two girls gave each other.

"you tell of this to no one got it" she threatened

"Awe come on beautiful! It's ok to-"

"I will tell Lo'ak and Neteyam that you want them both" she threatened Ari.

"oh shit" Lizzie gasped, looking away and drinking her coffee.

"I trust I have your silence as well...or shall I tell a certain ocean lover something?"

"W-what?! I-I don't"

"oh please Lizzie I'm not blind" Kiri replied with an eye roll.

"does everyone know?" Lizzie whispered after a moment, terrified to know the answer, how many of her friends knew of her crush? And once again, did he know??

"I think Tsireya might suspect but that's about it, trust me they are all too dense to see anything" Kiri reassured her, watching as she let out a relieved sigh.

"you know I won't tell your secret" Lizzie told her.

"and I won't tell yours" she smiled back.

"fine! I won't spill" Ari sighed.

"good, neither will I" Kiri nodded before adding one last thing as they made their way up to the crystal shop.

"but you really need to choose between my brothers"

"It's hard! They are both hot!"

"Ew those are my brothers"

"Even Lizzie said they are hot" she shrugged while walking past Kiri and into the shop, leaving Kiri staring at Lizzie.

"I said all the guys were attractive in their own ways ok, I didn't single your brothers out" she tried to defend herself.

"I'm so done with the both of you"

"Ari always with the pics" Kiri laughed while picking out some more crystals

"the queen of pics" Lizzie laughed along.

"you're gonna have to make a shit ton of cookies now" she added.

"Eh, I got some stuff I gotta make for the shop anyways so I'm fine with having something to do in between breaks"

"Still, now you have Lo'ak, Ao'nung, AND Spider wanting them, you better make enough to fill a small bakery" she smiled, earning a laugh from the girl.

"This Spider character, he seems like a nice guy, seems like he's been dealt a shitty hand as far as parents go but"

"He is, and he has. Honestly none of us know why he even went back with his dad"

"cause it's his dad...and shitty or not, if you don't have the connection growing up you'll try to see the good in them to get that connection, especially if you're a kind soul"

"He is, a kind soul I mean, Spider has always been sweet to everyone"

"SENT!" Ari yelled, startling the other two.

"also he says he likes your dorm" she smiled while leaning against Lizzie.

"Of course he does, their style is similar" Kiri said with a shake of her head.

"yeah he said Lo'ak has always called him a tree hugger too" she laughed

"oh lovely, we get to share in Lo'ak's kindergarten style bullying" Lizzie replied, causing both of the girls to laugh.

"he also said he's looking forward to those cookies"

"I told you, enough for a small bakery"

"ok ok, I'll make sure to make a crap ton"

"how much is a crap ton exactly?" Ari asked as they made their way to the counter, crystals and Tsireya's crown in hand.

"more than a ton but less than a shit ton" Lizzie laughed.

Taglist @arianamhm

#avatar au #avatar college au #college au #human avatar #modern avatar #avatar neteyam #avatar loak #kiri avatar #avatar aonung #tsireya avatar #roxto avatar #original character #invisible string

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winniewings · 1 year

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Her name is Sarah : Part 8 (Bucky Barnes)

Pairings : Bucky Barnes x original female character

Warnings : Past rape, protagonist was sexual abuse victim, past abuse, scars, blood .

Summary : Who could say that a normal night walk would change Bucky Barnes life forever, when he finds a distressed woman with blood stained clothes seated next to a New York’s street dust bin , holding her naked newborn baby in her arms staring at the blue eyed man with her vulnareble hazel eyes.

Part 8 (Part 7)

“ I'll wash this cloth" Wanda announced amiably, after picking up the softest piece of fabric she had ever seen, that the nameless lady used to clean the little baby's mouth when he had let some milk spill from his mouth . The strong eye contact that Wanda held with the lady during that milisecond made her realize how broken and vulnerable this woman was. The pain that her light orange eyes carried was unimaginable for anyone to even comprehend and to remember what sort of abuse those orbs have witnessed gave the witch legit goosebumps.

Wanda had just straightened her body when she heard a very soft yet unsure request.

“ I… I need to use the bathroom. Could you please watch over him while I'm away …?” The soft lips of the abused woman muttered after keeping her sleeping baby on the bed.

“Sure…” Natasha replied, surprised that the lady asked them for help, “of course”.

The redhead noticed how sorrow appeared and vanished from the woman's bruised face as a response and she slowly got up from the mattress with the help of Wanda, who held her arms gently, while Natasha sat on the edge of the bed to give her child company.

“Do you want me to accompany you to the washroom?” Wanda asked the lady.

“ No… I'm fine... thanks” the lady replied, not meeting the witches' eyes and walking away from Wanda's helpful grip, slowly and carefully not to fall down .

Wanda did not really want to let go of her, but insisting would make the matters worse, so she watched the woman approach the washroom all by herself. However, the suffering woman stopped her pace and changed her feet ' direction when her eyes fell on the full body size mirror that was just 3 feet away from the bedpost.

Curiosly, her feet approached the mirror, stealing both ladies' attention. At this moment, Bucky entered the room to make an announcement.

“Ladies lunch is ready!” He mouthed excitedly, and being the first person to see the amber eyed woman in front of the reflective object, he forgot that he had a world surrounding him.

Surprised, she was staring at herself as if she was unable to believe what she was seeing... her eyes becoming cloudy with a warm painful mist that covered the color of her eyes making it seem almost like they were made of glass .

The Amber eyed woman contemplated her bruisy reflection in the mirror for a couple of seconds more before her hand lifted up to rest on her blemished cheek.

“ I've changed ... so much” She whispered , still unable to believe her eyes, moving her fingers downwards on her complexion until it vanished from the sight. The woman was holding back sick droplets of salty water in her lower eyelids as she glared, glared and continued to stare at her face in the glass.

The comment fell on everyone's ears, shaking some souls and freezing others as they processed this sentence silently in their respective minds.

“ Changed ? In what way?” Bucky muttered slowly, taking a couple of steps towards the lady, yet only being able to reduce some of the distance between them, as he was still standing roughly four feet away from her.

“I'm taller now … before the ground used to be so close to my face. I can't recognize myself… my face, how can this be the same little girl that used to play with her friends in the playground?” She shared… all these words coming from the deepest corners of her heart.

This honest confession stunned every breathing creature in that room. The lady once again brought her fingers on her face, this time, touching one of the knife cuts on her temple.

“ This was never here… all these bruises... they were never there” She spoke , heartbroken and teary eyed, but composed herself as she stared at the mirror up and down curiously.

“This is an incredible thing. I once saw it when I was a child. What is it called?” She asked, looking back at the audience for a reply.

“It's a mirror” Bucky replied, as he was the only one capable of responding and letting the silence reign again.

By and by… his brain was putting all the little bits and pieces of information about this woman's background together.

“She was a little girl when she fell in the hands of that monster who kept her in a room.Wait... that means that she was sexually abused since she was a child… God…tell me this is not true ” Bucky thought, silently and stopped before an urge to vomit overpowered his stomach as he began imagining this fairy-like creature with a monstrous being in the worst of the misdeeds that could be committed on the human species …by another human.

“A mirror” she whispered, bringing the brunet back to reality, making him step even closer to the lady and stand barely a step away from her now , staring at her with eyes drowned in impossibility masked with genuine adoration. His hands eventually tucked themselves inside of his jeans pockets as the staring became more intense.

“Will this mirror… be always here ?” The lady innocently asked Bucky.

“Yes… it's fixed on the wall. You can stare at it whenever you want. One uses it on a daily basis, when we get ready in the morning or at night” The Winter soldier explained, seeing that this object provoked a great amount of curiosity in the woman and was no less than a discovery for her, to which the lady smiled in contentment, however still shyly at his reply.

For the first time, his eyes got glued to this woman's complexion carrying a very different emotion in them, producing a very deep passion driven adoration that made his eyes forget to blink making them heavier than usual. When he finally blinked, he consciously moved his gaze away from her gorgeous face and began looking everywhere but her trying to think why on earth did he come here in the first place.

“... it's lunch time... food’s ready... I just came here to tell you guys that”Bucky finally, thankfully remembered his motivation to re-enter the room and he spoke these words looking at Natasha, Wanda and then finally steading his glare on the big round ember eyes that met his light blue ones briefly.

"Again?" The woman in front of him asked genuinely puzzled.

"What do you mean?" Buck enquired back.

"They gave me food in the hospital, in the morning"

"But that was breakfast, it's 2:00 now…" Bucky replied, trying to find his answers in the lady's ambers.

"It's still bright outside" The lady mumbled in a lost manner, turning her head towards the window.

"Yeah"

"But it did not darken after I finished my breakfast"

hi guys! Hope you are enjoying this story. This chapter was filled with implicit mentions of our protagonist's past and her far from normal life. I dearly pray that I do justice to the way of storytelling I am going with. I have never written anything like this before in my life. So I hope you like it. Please share your thoughts about this story, I dearly appreciate it.

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@void-imaginations

@i-can-do-this-all-dayy

@lokiandbuckysdoll

@vbecker10

@vickie5446

#fan fiction #bucky barnes x ofc #her name is sarah #@vickie5446 #@vbecker10 #@lokiandbuckysdoll #@void imaginations #@i can do this all dayy

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ready-eddie · 2 years

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Eddie with a marching band gf:

A mix of more headcanons and blurbs, using previous headcanons brainstormed with @erosso

A/N: all I’m saying is Eddie’s a goblin type boyfriend and I love that for him he’s trying his best okay

• Like I said, he’s the band mom, but only for you.

“Hey band mom! Do we have any more snacks I’m starving!” As he’s guarding a pile of trail mix, chips, and a handful of chocolates, eating his own pack of trail mix, mouth full: “Nope fresh out kid!”

He’s also a little shit so it’s 50/50 if he’ll actually be band mom for you:

“So band mom, do we have any more snacks?” You ask, giving minimal attention to the sports game the band is supporting, your eyes meeting his big brown doe eyes as he munches away.

“Am I not enough of a snack for you? Geez 🙄”

You did not end up getting any pre or post half time snacks 😐 10/10 chance he probably ate them all lbr

• Football games in late November early December? Hell even in the south US it snowed I can only imagine Indiana in early winter.

Do you feel any ounce of cold? No. Eddie has cocooned the two of you in a mountain of blankets while the rest of the band has become musical popsicles.

• His seat could be right next to the band, 2 steps away from where you were sitting but you can bet he will take the long away around just to step on people feet and just “Move! I’m tryna see my girlfriend!” He absolutely loves calling you his girlfriend and will scream it from the heavens if he could.

Someone tries to get onto him for broken toes (mans probably STOMPS lbr)?

He like, barks at them.

Eddie Munson barks at people and you can’t convince me otherwise. Mans feral. Sue me.

Someone goes to say something and he just:

• if the director hasn’t kicked him out for being a menace to society, he will 100% sit and stare while you practice. He gets the need to practice, especially without distractions so he will just stare, mesmerized by your talent and he will, without hesitation hype you up when you’re beating yourself up over a section.

• he has multiple banners made up; one for official games, one for practices, and just a general banner he keeps on his person 24/7. His practice banner? Same thing as the official game banner but more pint sized. You’ll be practicing on the field, going through drills and he’s just

Legit he could be by himself in the bleachers, watching you walk around and he’s just on cloud nine

• will 100% ask if you could teach him how to play. Doesn’t matter what you play, he wants to learn. Alternatively, if you ask him to teach you guitar? He’s ecstatic. He’s not entirely used to people showing interest in his interests so part of him is trying not to scare you off but another part of him is like “I can show you the world~”

•tries to slip his own sheet music into your folder

You learn it anyway just to surprise him and he’s over the moon

“You really took the time to learn this??”

“Of course I did, you wrote it and I just knew it had to be a masterpiece”

Hearteyes. He could propose right then and there. It was probably in that moment in your relationship that he knew he was in deep

• he skips class to stand in the door of the band room but he also makes faces and does a little dance and jig if you notice him. Passerby have never been more confused but they know not to question it at this point

Poor Robin was confused about it at first but eventually just looks at you and says “y/n please deal with your gremlin”

Said gremlin tries to sneak into the band hall after being banned for being too distracting. Said gremlin also steals your jacket and maybe a scrunchie/hair tie in an attempt to blend in and not be noticed. Said gremlin gets kicked out in seconds, with all your belongings that he swiped

• your picture in uniform on a pin on his jacket? He wears it proudly and if someone asks or even glances at it? “Oh yeah that’s my girlfriend 😏”

• “Babe is the pin really necessary? I look so dorky PLS”

“Yes but you’re my dork and I love you~”

On another note: orchestra gf? Image of sophistication and grace. Eddie mf’n Munson? 👹 that’s it. Just 👹. Perfect duo 10/10

#munson.🎸#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson headcanons #stranger things #stranger things headcanons #eddie munson x you #these are horrible but I stand by my statements

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How I think the shower would have gone:

Gymnastics coach!Waka looks down at your limp form, your eyes dazed and mouth hanging open. You’re chest heaving with how hard your breathing. Overall you look very fucked out making Waka let out a satisfied hum. He eyed your swollen lips and wondered if your mouth was as good as your pussy, but decided he would have to find out another time.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, princess.” He said as he picked you up in his arms. He walked you over to the showers and set you down on a stool, not trusting your legs to hold you up.

Once he has the water on and warmed up, he looks back at you. “Do you think you can stand, baby?” He asked while taking your hands in his. You gave a vague nod, your throat still scratchy from earlier.

He lifts you up to your feet and leads you over to the shower. His warm hands moving to your waist and pulling you into his body, before they move to your thighs and giving them a squeeze. Out of instinct you lift your legs to wrap around his waist, and you feel your back meet the wall of the shower.

“You can take a few more can’t you, baby girl? I just can’t seem to get enough of this pretty pussy. Seems like you can’t get enough of me either.” He murmurs into your ear before moving to neck to leave his mark all over you.

You close your eyes and move you head to the side to give him more room, so lost in the heavenly feeling, you choke on a groan when you feel him entering you again. You dig your nails into his back to try and ground yourself as he starts thrusting, not giving you any time to adjust.

Your mind goes completely blank as all you can focus on is the overstimulation he’s forcing on your body. “P-Please, sir, too much.” You manage to get out between moans as tears start to fall down your face.

He chuckles at your words, starting to move faster. “I told you we weren’t stoping until you were crying and begging. The begging should start soon.” He groans into your neck, leaving little peck in the blooming bruises he left on you.

After the shower (somewhere between rounds he managed to clean you both up), he carried you out of the gym after locking it up and setting you the passenger seat of his car.

“Did you think we were done pretty? You never did start begging, so be ready for a long night.” He smirked at you after buckling you in, moving quickly to get the car and get back to his place. You closed your eyes with a small smile on your face, try to get some rest before takes away your ability to walk straight for the next week.

IM GOING FUCKING FERAL FOR COACH! WAKASA WHAT HAVE YOU DONE BBY?

no bc he would legit have you bedridden from the amount of orgasms he pulled from you, and he would just look at you with that stupid fucking smirk on his face bc he did that to you

and if you thought you'd get a break you are very mistaken

#~katies asks☽#moots: emilia♡#NO BC #HIMMMMMMMMM #wakasa imaushi #imaushi wakasa

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Book Two, Chapter Eleven

CW: Strong Language, Sexual References, Graphic Violence, Fantasy Bigotry, Smoking, Alcohol Use, Light Body Horror

Brie is nothing but grateful to the inn staff, as they’ve graciously let her use a back room for her interviews. It’s spartan in its design, with only a few chairs and a desk, telling her that it’s likely used for administrative purposes when it actually has someone inside it. Or, as a side thought, it’s a rather dull break room. Considering the cast of characters that seem to frequent the Superposition Inn, she wouldn’t be surprised if making the room boring had been a conscious choice. One can only handle so many violent oddballs before they need to stare at some old wood and grey stone for a sense of normalcy.

She flips open her book and retrieves her pen as she looks over her third informant, an elf. He’s got a smile that’s a little too wide for her taste and a hunk of rock stuck in one eye socket, and for a moment she’s not sure if he came prepackaged with it or if it’s a very odd fashion statement. Before she can ask about it, he chuckles and points to it.

“What a mystery, huh? You never quite know when you wake up if something weird’s happened to your face or not. Especially when you’re on a job. The name’s Baker, by the way.” As if to punctuate his statement, he whips his long, chocolate hair over his shoulder, then begins combing through it with his fingers. “So what are we here to talk about? Nobody in my crew went and killed someone, did they? I mean, you don’t look like a member of the neighborhood watch and as far as I remember, we paid off our own bounties a while back.”

“No to both of those things, Mr. Baker. I am instead curious about something else.” Brie sits up straighter, rolling her jaw as she considers her next words carefully. “As a professional courtesy, I will tell you that I am here on contract to Shepherd Gemstone Enterprise’s Damage Assessment department. I have been contracted to find a group of five, some miners and a foreman, who escaped some nights ago after allegedly murdering another Shepherd Gemstone foreman. Information moves swiftly through our lines of work.”

Baker nods, and there’s a glint of recognition in his eye. “You’re right on the money there, information does move fast around here. Why, a little birdie told me that there’s already someone here on a bounty call, so I suppose…”

“A tall man, all black clothing, works for Shepherd?” Brie asks, narrowing her eyes. Baker shrugs, folding his bandaged hands in his lap with an innocent smile.

He holds up a hand. “Sorry, that’s classified. I just know that there’s someone here on bounty work. If I’m being totally honest with you, I’m a little worried about them.” This makes the investigator’s head tilt, and Baker laughs. “I mean, if the contract’s been put out by Shepherd, and they’re going up against a group of five or so, including a killer, then they’ve really got their work cut out for them. Makes me wonder why they haven’t considered backup.”

He watches her carefully, relaxing back into his seat. She’s been assigned a group of five fugitives, he realizes, but she’s not scared of them. Potentially, she’s scared for them. She’s more afraid of this other Shepherd employee, and he knows Jules and Lucille haven’t worked for Shepherd legit in a long while. This is someone else. Someone dangerous. High ranking.

He’s glad one of his eyes is nothing but stone, for just the briefest moment. If it weren’t, it’d be double the chance for this investigator to see the flashes of Tilt in them.

“I suppose your mystery person does. Thank you for your time, Mr. Baker. When you leave, could you please send Captain Steiner in?” She asks, as Baker stands and offers a flourishing bow. Afterward he walks out, and it’s not more than a few feet down the hall he spots Steiner, sitting like a statue with his eyes shut and his crystal-bearded chin resting on his fists.

“I knew you were a peeping tom, Cap, but come on. It’s just plain rude to listen in on what a couple of people get up to behind closed doors.”

“Yer a right bastard, Baker. I bet she don’t even know.”

“She probably doesn’t, but that’s business. She wants to talk to you next, cragface. Don’t screw this up for all of us, please.”

Huffing, the captain opens his eyes and stands, brushing off his pants. “I’ll be expectin’ the courtesy o’ waitin’ ‘til I’m done before any plans’re made. Elsewise we might have problems, aye?”

Offering a wide grin, Baker nods and sits down where Steiner had been, crossing his arms behind his head and one leg over its opposite. “Have fun.” This receives no more than a snort in response before the stony figure lumbers up the hall and into the backroom where Brie, rubbing her temples, is trying to piece together what she knows.

She doesn’t get to think much longer before Captain Steiner’s massive form forces itself into the chair opposite her, earning some creaks and groans out of the wood and metal frame. “Alright lass, best be quick about it. I’m not in the business of bein’ stuck in this place. I’ve got a crew to keep in line and jobs to apply fer.”

“Have you taken on any bounties lately, Captain? Or is there anyone you know here on bounty work? A member of your crew, perhaps? I have already interviewed Leland, your gun-slinger. He has the gait of a bounty hunter type.”

“I don’t take bounty hunters on, not often. They don’t play nice in a crew, usually. I prefer guild members. They’re punks, but a man has to admit to the usefulness of pup eager to please with a lot t’ prove. Keeps my recruitment low, I know as such, but I cannae go around hirin’ just any cutthroat wit’ a good sword hand. I need a crew, not a bunch o’ grifters. That’s how a man wakes up wit’ his blood decoratin’ throw pillows. So no, lass. No bounty hunters, no bounty work.” His head rolls back slightly, and he keeps his gaze on her from underneath his cap’s brim.

Brie’s lips twitch at the corners. He’s a lot more talkative now than he was while at Cobalt’s shop, she knows that, but none of that information is particularly useful. She supposes, looking at him now, that he probably doesn’t have anything to offer in the way of information. She can hope, though. “Alright then, Captain, I suppose we can talk about something else instead. One of your peers, and by that I mean Mr. Baker, mentioned that he heard there is someone around already working on a bounty. Would you happen to know this person?”

“I know Baker, though I wish a mite that I didn’t. Never really seen eye to eye with him, though I guess we’re about halfway there now, wit’ the stony eye situation and such.”

“I meant the potential bounty hunter, Captain.”

“Right, right, bounties and all that like,” he replies with a nod, leaning forward to rest his hands on his knees. “I dinnae about any bounty hunters, Miss. Bonnie shit, that, but I cannae think o’ any manhunters around. Best o’ luck to yer own huntin’.”

It isn’t long before the Captain’s stepping out, shutting the door behind himself. Brie’s sitting with her head in her hands, fingers curled tightly into her disheveled hair as the golem walks down the hall. Baker falls into step beside him, gazing over the other with no small amount of scrutiny.

“Halfway there, huh?”

“It’s a joke, don’t get yer poncy shit in a twist.”

Baker rolls his eye before the two head into the open air of the inn’s dining area. Then he turns toward the captain, who looks his way, and the both of them nod. “Good luck, Steiner. You’re really gonna need it this time.”

“Naw, I won’t be in need o’ anythin’. Yer gonna be needin’ all the help ye can get, runnin’ up against me and mine.” A smile, grim and taunting, twists the features of the golem as the elf scoffs. “Best o’ luck.” The two laugh, then turn and walk to their respective sides of the room, their crews, and their meals.

Brie can feel exhaustion settling into her joints as she shuts her book. Once it’s nestled in her bag along with her pen, she sits in the chill, silent air of the backroom for another minute.

Her fellows are some of the toughest to crack as people go. Learning the tools of the trade makes you better at avoiding them, but she knows she isn’t the one that got out better off. Of the four people she interviewed, she considers only one of them to have been of any use to her, and further than that it isn’t what she wants to hear. The idea that the monster who so callously hurt a old woman, albeit one she herself sometimes considers shooting somewhere back in the depths of her mind, is there already is terrifying. Worse, she doesn’t know how to actually handle him.

Technically, he’s a coworker. She could null her contract by interfering with him, or worse, get him sent after her next. At the same time, she knows he’s not there just for investigation. Roxanne plans to kill him, and just in that she realizes that it’s really and truly a dangerous man.

Even worse is the possibility it isn’t him— in that case, then the news got out. People know. Independent hunters know, and while she’s no stranger to a fight, going up against someone like Baker or Captain Steiner isn’t optimal when all you’ve got is gumption and a semi-automatic.

After lingering in the cool room, she stands and leaves, now turning toward the bar in earnest. Odds are she has maybe a night before she finds something, something finds her, or nothing happens and she heads with Roxanne to the next most likely location. At least nobody will die if nothing happens, she considers, settling in and nursing a drink. Some form of local fermented goat kumis, flavored with mountain berries.

At least she has this. A moment of peace, before her next group of interviewees are due to show up (a vampire and… a something else?).

God, this is more tiring than she remembers it being.

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The mercenaries, having completed their interview together, walk back up to the bar of the Superposition Inn to grab a drink.

“Did you see her face when I told her we’re manhunters?” Jules says, nudging Lucille in the shoulder.

“Yeah. Guess she’d been told something different before,” she replies.

“You think she’d interviewed anyone else before us?”

“Jules, look around.” Lucille jerks her thumb to the other tables in the Superposition. Where earlier in the week, things would’ve been bustling and social with mercenaries walking around, talking, laughing-- as of current, the two largest tables are occupied by a suspiciously quiet Baker and Steiner, alongside their respective groups. They seem awfully keen to keep their conversations to themselves, which sets off alarms in Jules’ head when he notices it.

“Woah.” He swivels his stool back around to the bar.

“She’s working for the company that put out the bounty. The same one Piper’s working for. They’ve picked up the scent too, and if she was as transparent with these other clowns as she was with us, then…”

“Then they’re in on the job now, too.”

Lucille curses under her breath, and turns to face Jules. “We can’t afford to split this thing eight ways.”

“You think they’d want that anyways?” He raises an eyebrow. “They’re thinking the same thing as us.”

“We didn’t tell them anything earlier this week. Please tell me we didn’t.”

Jules twists his moustache in thought. “Nope. I made sure to keep myself shut up about it. Baker sure did try to pry, though.”

“Probably wants to expand that fucking bouquet of swords he carries around.”

“Or maybe that chunk of stone in his eye appraised. I heard fees can be killer in these parts,” he snickers.

“You know,” she starts, hailing the bartender over so that they can order drinks. “The miners used to talk about something like what happened to him and his crew. You remember those stories? About how sometimes people would go down into caves and come back out with missing pieces?”

“Missing pieces now gem-crusted? Yep, I remember those.”

“I’m surprised we didn’t see any of it. If there’s one place I could think of where it’d be at least semi-common, it’d be Smokestone.”

“What, you didn’t see anything that weird up in the Tundra?”

Lucille frowns. “I saw different things up there, Jules. If someone had a chunk of gemstone stuck in their head, their own clan or gang would pry it out with a crowbar without a second thought.”

“How does it compare to the visit you got from that Boreal?”

This time, Lucille does more than frown. She swivels to face the Vampire, scowling at his prodding on the subject, and punches him hard in the shoulder. “I told you to not bring that shit up. Especially not in public.”

“Jeez,” he says, rubbing the spot where she socked him. “Alright, I won’t. I just thought it was appropriate, that’s all.”

“Someone with a diamond in their skull doesn’t compare to a magical walking corpse. It never will. Don’t be fucking stupid.”

“Okay, let’s drop that, then.”

“Good idea.” She swivels back around in her chair.

Jules takes the moment of silence between them to consider this. He remembers the first time that she’d ever mentioned that event to him. It was after they’d had their positions at Shepherd Gemstone liquidated, and they were out doing odd jobs for whoever would pay. They’d come into contact with someone who’d stumbled across some kind of magic relic that could freeze things solid on-contact, and the guy had gone mad with power. He’d taken great care to prepare for them an art gallery of everything he’d frozen for them-- people, animals, inanimate objects, all permanently frozen and misty and carved with a chainsaw. Some real psychopath shit, he remembers thinking.

But Lucille’s reaction to it wasn’t disgust, like his. She’d started having problems concentrating, and she was sweating like hell, even though the place was frozen over. She got real curt as well, and started snapping at him at every comment he’d make. And when they eventually got to the guy, Jules saw her lose her damn mind. While they’re usually a well-oiled machine of death when they put their minds to it, she lost all semblance of coordination and just threw herself at the guy. She’s lucky she wasn’t on ice by the end of the bounty.

Post-mortem when he asked her about it, she told him about the Boreal. About how sometimes, when people die in blizzards, they’ll stand back up a malicious, bloodthirsty corpse with ice magic. And how during a skirmish she was a part of, one had shown up to nearly wipe out both sides of the fight. It was just one of those memories from back when that kept her up at night, and that bounty job in particular had reminded her in ways she hadn’t anticipated.

Jules had thought that bringing it up in this kind of situation, where they’re already joking around, would’ve been alright. Now I know, he thinks to himself, taking a sip of his drink. In fact, I think I’ll avoid all talk of that stuff unless she brings it up herself. Best to let her deal with her past on her own terms.

In the meantime, both Baker and Steiner have approached Lucille where she sits. “How much did she tell you?” she immediately asks, swiveling her stool toward them.

“Enough,” Steiner replies, folding his arms.

Baker sticks his hands in his pockets. “You know, I had a feeling that you two were here on something big.”

“You would’ve done the same.” Lucille takes a sip of her drink. “That’s how we work, right? We’re peers while we’re off contract, competitors while we’re on one. It’s pragmatic.”

“Competitors? Yer gonna be lucky if there’s anythin’ left t’ compete for when it’s all said and done.” Steiner laughs, slapping Baker on the back. “We’ll be headed downstream with yer fugitives before ya even gotcher eyes uncrusted ‘n the morn.”

“You really wanna turn this into a race?” Jules butts in, standing up from his chair. “You might not remember who you’re dealing with.”

“No, I remember pretty clearly. You’re the vampire who shrivels up if he doesn’t get a bite to eat,” Baker points. “And you’re the monster who can’t handle the snow,” he then points to Lucille, who grits her teeth in response.

“Don’t make this personal,” she says.

“It’s always personal with you, Lucille.”

“Then be ready for what’s coming to you when this shit goes down.” She stands up from her seat, downs the rest of her glass, shoves it into Baker’s hands, and motions for Jules to follow her out of the bar. “Let’s go. I’m hungry.”

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Settled among the base of the hills some miles out from Smokestone, nestled in between trees with perpetually falling leaves is a single house, a sort of hand-made shack that’s seen a lot of love and care from its tenant. It looks patchwork, certainly, with woods of various age making up the bulk of the squat building, but that’s just another sign of the dedication made to care for such a place. Years of work have been put into these four walls, topped with a slanted roof and sitting atop a rough wooden porch.

Piper’s company car comes to a soft and near silent stop some few meters away from the steps up to the house and the woman herself exits, still clad in her grey jumpsuit. She’s not a foreman anymore, she thinks, but all the same it’s still the most professional stuff she has. The standard issue foreman revolver sits heavily in one pocket, loaded despite her best intentions. All goes smoothly, all she has to do is talk the guy into handing over the deed and screwing off to some new place to squat. It’s simple.

She’s not even knocked on the door when, as she’s stepping onto the porch, it opens a touch to reveal a sliver of an older man’s face. Aside from a rather large assortment of wrinkles and such, the man’s just that— a man. A single human man, deeply creased with age. Even his eyes, which at one point must have been an intense blue, are closer to gray.

Piper clears her throat, and when she receives no actual response beyond the old man’s stare, she says, “Hello, I’m here to speak with you on the matter of your property, sir?”

“And what about it?” The cool, gray eyes narrow. The door opens enough that more of the man might be made out; bald-headed, clean shaven around the chin but not his sideburns or mustache, in simple clothing such as a pair of old pants, a dress shirt that’s seen far better days, and a blanket around his shoulders. At his hip is a holster, one in which rests a gun that looks as cared for as his house.

“Nothing sinister, sir, I assure you.” She smiles and smooths out her jumpsuit. “I just wanted to see if I could come to an arrangement with regards to this, er, fine place. Local industry’s expanding and, well…”

His lips purse for a moment as she goes quiet, but in time he fills in the space with his own voice. “Y’all want to pay me to move?”

“Yes, that’s it. We’d like it if we could come to an arrangement beneficial for the both of us, yourself included, that way we all come out of this winners. After all, if you don’t move soon the land’s gonna fill with mining sites and such anyway, and considering how far out you staked your claim I don’t think that’s something you like the thought of.” Piper puts her hands on her hips.

The man spits on his porch. “Built this house myself, ain’t any intention of moving out. I told y’all last time that I don’t plan on it, and I’ll tell y’all again— I ain’t moving, no matter the offer, no matter the threat. You folks in the gray suits don’t know when to quit.”

Lightning rocks through her brain. Not only had Jessup been sent on this task before, he’d failed spectacularly enough that it was about to screw this up for her. Names, she has to toss around names. “Now, now, sir, I’m not here to make any threats against you. I’m here to do business for Mr. Gilroy—”

A soft click. The man’s got the gun out, having pulled it faster than Piper could see as she attempted to hold eye contact, hoping to keep this situation personable. A revolver, and far better than hers. However, with age comes an inevitable knock to one’s abilities, and in the old man’s case it looks like the years have taken some of his eyesight. He’s got it aimed right at her, but closer to a shoulder than her center mass. “You tell that bastard Gilroy I ain’t giving this place up for anything in the world, and that he can take his offers and shove them back up his rich ass. You back off now, girl, real slow. You get back in that car and you fuck off back to your boss like Mr. Jumpsuit used to.”

Piper, instead, hazards a step closer, one hand at her hip slipping gently into her pocket. “Let’s not make any rash decisions now, I just want to talk business—”

Click. There’s the deafening crack of a revolver firing and the feeling of being shoved back on the old geezer’s front porch, nearly off it entirely. Had she just been shot? It’s a little hard to believe in the slow moment of complete uncertainty; she has time to steady herself on her feet, look down at her jumpsuit and smooth it back out again. She even has time to match eyes with the man again, whose revolver barrel is still lightly smoking and whose jaw clenches in firm, steely resolve. When she moves her hand up to feel a warm spot on her left shoulder, that’s when it finally hits her.

The pain comes fast and hard; her transformation kicks into overdrive before it can get any worse. She feels her body twist and crack and expand under her clothes, venom dripping from the fangs that now dominate her mouth, and the bullet in her arm getting pressed up against its wound by sheer muscle. It hurts, it hurts worse than anything she’s ever experienced. She never once thought that she’d be getting shot. Not even recently, after her work and related revelations, but now that it’s happened she finds that the sensation of hot metal embedded in her muscle makes her equal parts wanting to tear something limb from limb and wanting to shriek. It’s the most exquisite pain she’s ever endured, and it galvanizes her.

There’s nothing human left of her by the time she lunges at the old man, forcing him onto his back. His gun is dropped from his hands to defend his face, but they’re damn terrible shields. Her hard, golden claws dig into the man’s guard, and when she pulls she’s met with a spray of scarlet and the cracking of bone. There’s nothing left to protect him. She dives into his chest, digging deep with each swipe, forcing talons between ribs and viscera, peeling bloody ribbons out of him. The pain in her head throbs to the beat of each blow, getting deeper as she covers herself in gore.

Dripping crimson, she stands up from what’s left of the corpse, feeling sizzling, steaming venom settled below her lower lip. The world won’t stop swaying around her, and her head refuses to stop pounding like a war drum. There’s a gurgle and a spurt from below her, and she slams her hands into the nearby wall to steady herself as she drives the heels of her boots into the sanguine pulp beneath her, further crunching and crushing bone and sinew to the point of near homogeneity.

When it stops moving, her panic subsides. She turns her head and spits a firmer than typical glob of venom onto the floor nearby, and afterward pries herself away from the wall itself. It takes her a moment to dust herself off with her good arm, though it does little to alter the state of her bloodied jumpsuit. Her tail rolls and coils on itself as she steps further back, viewing the crumpled heap of paste that had once been a man.

She shakes her head, ignoring continued bubbling as she walks around the house. The entire affair is approximately three rooms, those being a generalized sitting and bedroom, with an old couch obviously modified to act as a better bed, complete with old quilts likely handmade, a kitchen designed to handle everything a woodsman might eat from veg to wild game, and a small storage room. Bathing and other such matters were obviously handled outside.

The deed. She needs the deed and that’s all she needs, really. It’s all that Gilroy wants.

She does eye the gun, though. A custom one, finely made, deeply cared for. She even picks it up, rolls it around in her good hand, and considers taking it. She’s not here for the gun though, is she? Even if it’s a pretty one, it’s a far cry from what she wants and all things considered, she’s certain she killed him faster with her hands than she would’ve with the revolver in her pocket.

The gun is set down beside the pile of what once was the owner of this house, and with little ceremony she scrounges through every cabinet in the house. Ultimately she sees neither hide nor hair of the thing until she finds an old box behind some wooden plates. When she opens it up, she’s greeted not only by the deed, in all its yellowed parchment glory, but also by several old photographs of people she doesn’t recognize, save for a single bald-headed, mutton-chopped fellow with a poncho, a revolver, and a big smile. He’s standing side by side with an elf woman, and in front of them are two kids with equal measure of either adult in their features. Piper’s lips purse.

After taking the deed and tucking it in her only dry pocket, she sets the box back where she found it and heads out to her car. Piper’s drive is slow and deliberate, despite her bleeding— she doesn’t want to crash on the way to the clinic, and this is the kind of pain you savor. Like she’s going to say to her doctor: if you think she’s got it rough, you should see the sort of state she left the other guy in.

Chapter End.

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c03xistentw01 · 6 months

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ayo i goooootta write i gootata write.

Its kinda embarrassing now idk what to say. so today when it was raining and i was walking in portello towards mensa with michele and we were both under the same umbrella guess whom i saw yes ofc the one i always see alone when im with michele: Giorgio. He always has this worried/upset look that I think stems from a lack of friends to hang out with on a saturday night. He seems quite harmless tho. anyway.

during lunch michele kept asking me about traditional ways of eating/dining in iran. he was like so do u guys have actual traditional meals i was like yea there are like stews with rice. he was like so is it just that? how about desserts? how about drinking coffee after/before meal? how about aperitivo before a meal? what are the products that we here in italy imported from "your country"? at some point he was like so yea this one time i was out i had this saffronish dessert with some marmelatta on top of it or he also said one time (or maybe some time when he goes out for eating) he might order some pasta and idk tbh? i lowkey felt like after the dessert thing he kinda expected me to be like so yea btw where was that one place to went to for the saffronish dessert? and he would like oh yea it was xxx i be like oh damn fr? he be like yea fr if u want we can go together once and and and andd....wow. people are actually patient with what they want? like are we sure that they exist? [yes. u just saw one today.] so like.....people don't just give u a poem they wrote for u 2 weeks ago on the first time of hanging out? like oh bro fr? deymn brother.

i miss you. ehem ehem.

anyway. i went to the lab afterwards. but no.

before that i went to math and it was a rainy day. at the entrance i saw soldier looking at his broken umbrella with so much confusion. swinging the bare empty handle in the air. all accompanied with so much confusion. the whole time i was looking at him i was about to throw up cuz he so damn adorable its unbelievable.

after that i went to lab and after making myself promise that when stefano was like yes for the meeting "absolutely" I'll be there today in the lab, it means that he would "absolutely" be there so imma wait until as late as it can get just to get answers. and i did and i was blessed with his emergence. he had his umbrella or hat or sth in his hand. he said "hiiii" with a really lovely tone tbfr and was like "i put this (pointed at this hat/umbrella) for a second then I'll come back" and he legit did come back in a second. he came and sat next to me and bro has zero notion of personal distance (which ehem ehem tbfr? kinda um? kinda um felt kinda um? NoIcEEEehemhehmhem?) anyway bro legit came sit like a hurricane and got too close his legs were touching mine and imagine me who's always overwhelmed over simple fucking existence of mere beings, was trying to run the fucking tiago shit. which i did in the end. tbr at first i tried to move away my legs away a bit because i was like maybe he did it cuz he dont have enough space left so i did it move my legs away but my BRO IT DID NOT WORK? so then i thought ok maybe if i continue doing it he be thinking this one lil weirdo is doing wtf? so i stopped and tried to focus on the tiago shit. i dont remember much more. he was like ok do this do that he gave me the big image of my thesis once more in detail and then said something like that what u achieved until now with moving the whole robot and shit is good and all dont panic and all u aint no behind my child. and was like the lil reports u send every now and then are good keep doing those they will come in hand when u wanna write the thesis itself. and bro. when we were talking while seated, i felt weird about his head. like his head and hands looked way bigger when up close. and also eyes ehem eheme ehemehere. i couldn't tell whether they green or brown or hazel.

yea that was it. lowkey intense. u can use that as the starting point for a future hentai plot.

also on the way out i almost bumped into daniel (fusaro). he said oh scusa...ciao!!! (cuz he saw me leaving) i said ciao but then i saw him bumping into the open window and dropping his notebook on the floor i turned back and was looking at him he said a posto i smiled he left. u know what i like? the fact that he felt the need to reassure me that it/he era a posto. man how much i liked that.

[update]: HELP. my virgin-ass has not been having it AT ALL OK? I can so NOT pretend like I did not get turned on. ok? I've legit had 4 0rga3mz in the last 36 hours and I'm just...helpless. I was trying my best not to google you. AND not to daydream which i successfully FAILED at both. so apparently u were doing your [continuous?] master's at Polimi from 2011 until 2017 so that makes you 31/2ish? you went to EPFL and ETH Zurich ... oh fuck it. i just learned on my intensive Facebook cyberstalking journey that you are in a relationship (and seem to have been since around 2011ish?) and tomorrow when i regain my emotional strength I'll get back here (i go die slowly, thinking of how you were playing table tennis naked).

anyway. what i mainly wanted to say is that the fact that you were so comfortable being physically close to me stems from (as a result of at least 48 hours of intensive deep analytical-hierarchical reasoning) the fact that you are so highly sure of YOURSELF that it can not possibly even BEGIN TO MEAN anything to you. While me, on the other hand, was so acutely unsure of myself that i kept keeping my distance. but hey, it could be worse. I will still have (hopefully) such small physical interactions that well, as we all know by now, can not mean shit to you and to me, they have the full potential to brighten up even just a bit, this current doom and gloom era of my life. I think I do feel privileged to entitle myself to seek (not desperately) this occasional pleasure. To not essentially feel the closeness, but to notice myself enjoying the satisfaction of adoring you under the hood. [update]: I was so sad a while back i wanted to be shredded to pieces and vanish into thin air. I wanna let go of fear so bad but the more you try to run away from it the more it catches you instead. Ethical or fucking not, we are declared fully free to think whatever thought we want right? This weekend I felt loved and thrilled to the core. I felt loved because I felt like I could simulate what it could be like to receive it from you. I kept tweaking the parameters in my head to align my imagination with the "most probable" scenario. It was an oscillatory stochastic process but it was worth it, i enjoyed the short ride, with "you". The memories of the brief frenzy still smoothens my ever-shaky soul, puts it at ease. oh man. how many times did i imagine kissing you or nervously running my fingers on your neck grabbing your waste and feeling my legs between yours but above all, how many times did I try to make myself feel "accepted" by you? enough times i bet. no matter how free we appear to be in our own "mind castles", I was still way too unsure to give in to my vulnerabilities with you. Although I did not deprive myself from feeling like I'm a kite being flown by you. Keep flying me don't let go of the leash can't get enough of the height or the wind or the view oh the view for sure most of all . .

... scusa ma ho troppo sonno ok

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tangiblejournal56 · 1 year

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12/03/11

Home at Kat’s, sitting on the couch in the basement living room, watching nine-year old Jake play video games, helping twelve-year old Ty with his math homework, Kat & Tom setting up xmas decorations, & taking care of random housework here & there, my dog Sammie playing for my attention, a fresh tree looming behind me, smelling of green & winter. A warm, cozy atmosphere while outside it pours down rain in thirty-degree weather. I feel calm, even happy, as the events of the past week have been enough to make up for my six months in purgatory.

Wednesday night I went with Racha out to the Royal Mile bar downtown, a dive bar with pros such as never being crowded & generally being avoided by hipsters, & cons involving overpriced drinks & not serving me because my ID is expired. Kelsey Cliche, Metal Rob & Posi Thom met up with us, my network of cleverly nicknamed friends. Kelsey was sweet & interesting as always, Rob very adorable & soft-spoken, Thom brash & hilarious. They downed a few drinks & we retold old stories, caught each other up on new ones, & then moved on to Zombie Burger, a new joint that had sprung up in my absence. Aside from being Hipster Hell, it was a decent place, the walls decked with metal barricades & covered in zombie artwork. The food was nothing out-of-this-world, Racha & I split the no. 5 “They’re Coming For You Barbara!” a veggie burger with two grilled cheese sandwiches in place of buns. I’d missed this crowd, how much I feel a genuine friendship between us, a group completely without any undertones of resentment or generally unpleasant feelings. Sadly this is a rarity among most of the people I know, but it’s reassuring to know that there is a list of legit friends I can put myself around.

After eating we all went our own directions. Racha & I decided to go to Abelardo’s, the only Mexican place we know that serves horchata. Her friend Luke had shown it to her, so we decided to swing by his apartment & make him go with us. This was my first time meeting this new friend of Racha’s, this thin, lanky kid with glasses & dimples, clad in a white teeshirt & tight jeans. He was interesting, attractive, funny, well-spoken, all qualities that I didn’t expect but enjoyed. First sign I knew I’d like him was the huge anchor tattoo on the back of his arm, & the steamer ship painting hanging on his wall. I let him know my envy for it. He insisted on paying for us at the restaurant, quite the gentlemanly gesture. I could see Racha was pleased I had such a good opinion of him.

We went back to her apartment after dropping Luke off. The rest of the night was spent watching bad television on Netflix & passing out. The next day was us lying around watching more bad shows before finally getting up & going out. When she dropped me off at home that evening I texted Max & made plans for him to pick me up.

Since moving back he’s become so affectionate toward me, & I cannot tell if it’s simply because he missed me so much & is pleased I am back, or if it’s a more permanent, lasting quality. In the car, for instance, he was telling me about their landlord’s plans to build a new kitchen onto the house the guys rent from him, & I asked if it was going to be built off of one of the living rooms. He looked at me & said, “Honey, we’ve only got one living room.” The only time I’ve ever heard Max use a term of endearment like “honey” is toward the nameless cat of Noah’s. He does not call anyone honey or sweetie or baby, especially me. The way he said it too was so automatic, like he’d always called me that. It made me blush, it was just so out of the ordinary. Then later, seated on the couch with him & Noah, listening to Mimicking Birds, a band he’d thought I’d enjoy (his words - “I just thought, ahh Jamie would love this sooo much!”), Max sat so that my feet that I’d pulled up onto the couch were under his legs, putting us incredibly close & leaving a large amount of room open on the rest of the couch. An unnecessary intimacy, practically unheard of, save for when he’s quite drunk. Never when sober & damn well never when others are present.

Eventually when we were alone, he kept trying to slide my shirt up & I kept smacking his hand away, smiling uncontrollably & teasing. Finally I let him, as he knew I eventually would, & we began kissing. He kept looking into my eyes, making me nervous & shaky. He stood & held out his hand, pulling me into his bedroom. We stood in front of each other very closely, taking each other’s clothes off, smiling & joking. The whole time we had sex it was in an entirely different light than I was used to experiencing. With him, I mean. It was warm, affectionate, leisurely, sexy. He talked dirty, asked me to reciprocate, something entirely new. We were playful, joking around, doing things we don’t normally do. I went down on him for a bit, then he pulled me back up, laid atop me, smiling at me. He went to kiss me, & when he pulled back, I had a shocked look on my face. “What?” he asked. “You don’t kiss me after I do that to you,” I said, confused. He shrugged, “It just doesn’t seem right. But right now I want to,” he smiled, his hand on my forehead, & kissed me again.

When we finally went to bed, I asked him if we were schnugging or not schnugging. “Ahh, schnug for a bit, then I’ll do that thing where I roll around twenty times before I pass out,” he said, wrapping himself around me. We slept until four in the afternoon. I didn’t want to leave his bed.

What the hell is going on? This feels like a relationship. This is not me projecting, this is actual actions & words causing this suspicion. Did those six months make him realize that he does love me? Or is this again just his excitement at seeing me again? Either way the way he is acting toward me is not platonic at all, & I am enjoying it. I’ll be bitter yes, in the end, if this is all just smoke & mirrors. But for now - fuck it. It feels good.

It made me realize, in a few months, we will be creating our own world, just he & I, far away from anyone we know, anyone who could make demands upon us. The undiluted joy I feel at that scenario. If it turns out that way, I mean. A lot of fear going into this, but it is incredibly overshadowed by the excitement.

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nessian queen i need help

*falls to knees*

just read some acotar and mor was being rlly annoying

can you give me some therapy and maybe write a fic where mor is kinda maybe like subtly insulting nesta the way she did in acowar and cassian catches her and like legit just tells her “mor shut the fuck UP” bc I really need that pls like rlly badly for my sanity and mental health n wellness

*blows u a kiss*

I mean how could I say no to an ask like this? I’m very interested in that period of time post-war, pre-ACOFAS so that’s where this little scene is set. Hope this clears your skin of the troubles you’ve been through

“She talked to Elain yesterday,” Feyre sighed, swinging her legs over Rhys’ lap on the overstuffed couch. “So that’s something.”

“I still don’t understand why she moved out,” Cassian adjusted his wings. They were mostly healed, but still got stiff if he let them settle too long.

“It didn’t surprise me she wanted her own space,” Feyre smiled sadly up at Cassian. “That’s just Nesta. She’d never let others see her struggling. What gets me is why she chose to go to that awful little place across town when the townhouse is completely empty.”

“I don’t understand why we end up talking about this every night.” Mor lifted the wine bottle from the Center of the low table and refilled her glass. “She left for the same reason she does everything else. Spite.”

“That’s not fair, Mor.” Feyre shook her head. Cassian only brushed the hair out of his eyes. He was starting to feel like he was living in a time warp.

Mor had a point, honestly. They had this same conversation every night. Feyre and him tried to brain storm ways to get Nesta back, Amren refused to say anything, Rhys kept his mouth shut but sometimes let a laugh out at Mor’s jibes. Then Feyre got mad at him and they all dropped the topic. Until the next night.

“It’s true,” Mor shrugged. “I’m tired of talking like it’s some big mystery. Nesta is being spiteful. Whatever. Nothing new.”

Feyre frowned, but said nothing. A muscle in Rhys’ neck pulses like he was holding back from nodding in agreement.

Maybe he didn’t have a right to be annoyed, but he ducking was. He was exhausted and frustrated and annoyed and just wanted to talk to her.

But he couldn’t. She wouldn’t let him. So, he talked about her. And Mor knew that. He knew that she knew.

“Well maybe Feyre and I are tired of you being nothing but negative while we are trying to come up with actual solutions,” he finally snapped.

Mor’s jaw went slack, a few drops of red wine dribbling down her chin.

Rhys let out a low whistle.

“My solution,” Mor drawled, “is to stop talking about that plague of a girl and get on with our lives.”

Cassian breathed in hard enough that one of his freshly healed ribs sent a sharp pain through his chest.

“That’s not what you said when it was me.” Mor swallowed, shifting in her seat. “When I was a fucking mess after the last war. When all of us were drinking and sleeping around and fighting for a decade. When I-“ Cassian stopped himself short. What he’d done in Illyria was not a story Feyre should learn about like this. “You weren’t so flippant when it was me, Mor.”

“Because you deserve better!” Mor threw her hands up in the air. “You were going through something, but it wasn’t who you are. Nesta has been nothing but nasty and spiteful and horrid since she got here!”

“Shut up!” Even Cassian was surprised when the words spilled out of his lips, but he found he couldn’t stop speaking them. “Just shut up for once! Please. You hate Nesta, fine. I don’t really care, but you don’t need to go on and on about it every fucking night. Feyre and I have asked you to cut it out so many times. Just give it a fucking rest, Mor.” He shook his head, breathing out a long, slow sigh. “Feyre and I are going to talk about her. We are going to talk about trying to help her. You don’t have to like it and you don’t have to listen to it, but you do have to just shut up. Or leave.”

Mor blinked. “This is why I say it every night,” she pointed a finger at him hard. “This is why I won’t give it a rest!” She set her glass down and pushed to her feet. “Because someone needs to remind you what she is. You want to help her? Where was she when you were healing? Where was she when the fighting ended? She will never care about you like you deserve! Either of you. She isn’t capable of it.”

“You have known my sister for less than a year,” Feyre spoke quietly. “All of you have.” She shook her head, “I have my problems with Nesta, but I have a right to. You have known her in the months after her very life and humanity were torn away from her and she still fought in our war.”

“She did everything in her power not to!” Mor cried, “she fought training and attending the High Lord meeting and even stepping on to the battle field until the last second every time!”

“But she did it,” Cassian broke in. “She did train. And she did warn us about the wall. And she did speak to the High Lords and she nearly died to draw Hybern out.”

“She nearly sacrificed you, you mean.”

“I wouldn’t even have been alive to face Hybern without her.” The room froze. Everyone went entirely still and silent with that single sentence that grazed against two things they never spoke of. Cassian’s guilt regarding his legions, and the reason Nesta was able to pull him from the sky at all.

“You don’t have to like her,” Cassian repeated. “But just shut up about it.”

#nessian #nessian fanfiction #nesta archeron #acosf #cassian #a court of thorns and roses #nesta and cassian #sarah j maas #a court of silver flames #a court of mist and fury #anti morrigan #anti mor #a court of frost and starlight #a court of war and ruin

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How they would act on a plane

These are very much crack headcanons because I needed something to help me escape my writing plateau lmao

How they would act on a plane

Chrollo

-If he’s sitting next to a girl? Oh he’s flirting the whole plane ride.

-Literally won’t shut up and tells her this very extravagant story trying to woo her, the whole time eyeing the necklace that’s placed on her neck.

-Also did I mention that he’s in first class? Yeah he definitely tied up some guy in the bathroom and “borrowed” his ticket.

-He’ll order drinks for him and the girl and will secretly pay for them with her money.

-A true finesser.

-Even the flight attendants love him. He has so many numbers now.

-If he does happen to sit by himself, he’ll probably read a book while listening to classical music.

-He refuses to sleep because he feels like he has enemies everywhere watching him.

-like please you are not the main character Chrollo take the damn nap.

Shalnark

-He's on his phone the whole time but he’s so obnoxious with it. He purposefully has his volume all the way up just to annoy everyone around him.

-He’ll play games like candy crush and laughs super loudly If he makes a match and groans sadly If he runs out lives.

-The old man next to him wants to bang his head against the chair in front of him because he literally won’t shut up.

-Doesn’t put his phone on airplane mode.

-Probably hacks into the plane. Literally will make the bathroom have the occupied sign on the whole plane ride so no one could use It.

-Has a needle in the pilot’s neck just for fun.

-Also has the plane doing loopity loops in the sky and everyone is screaming for their lives while he’s just laughing evilly.

-Claps when the plane lands.

Feitan

-He just reads the whole ride.

-If you accidentally brush his arm he gives you a death glare.

-He has to jump to reach the overhead because it’s too high.

-He woke up way too early so he’s in a “I hate everyone” type of mood.

-Hisses when the person beside him tries to open up the window.

-He accidentally sits next to an escape exit and when the flight attendant asks him If he’s ready to save others just in case something happens he’s like “....No.”

-Refuses to change his answer too

-Listens to music on his playlist and silently pretends to be in a music video.

Franklin

-Takes up all of the space and squishes you.

-You wonder how the hell his earlobes got that long and he would say something smart to you like “It’s rude to stare.”

-Well excuse me...

-Someone in front him will lean back in their seat and their hair covers the movie he’s watching.

-Is scared to move it so he just sits there like “😐”.

-All the drinks are too small to fit in his hand so he awkwardly sips from the straw that’s poked in his apple juice box.

-Someone ends up leaning their head on his shoulder while they are sleeping.

-Doesn’t know what to do now and is frantically looking around for help.

Machi

-Knitting or sewing the whole time.

-Do not try to talk to her. She won’t respond.

-Has a window seat because she likes to peacefully look at the clouds and city lights as she’s sewing.

-Also to imagine Hisoka falling from the sky without a parachute.

-Ah, so tranquil.

-Doesn’t like riding on planes because they’re kind of scary. She would never tell anyone that though.

-Wanted to sit next to Pakunoda but instead got stuck sitting next to a chihuahua who won’t stop yapping at her the entire ride.

-Has to stop herself from yeeting it out the window.

-The dog will see he’s not getting through to her, so he’ll slowly raise his leg up and Machi will literally start screaming at what he’s trying to do.

-Yeah she hates her life.

Shizuku

-You can hear pierce the veil blasting from her headphones.

-Binky has its own seat for some reason.

-She goes to the bathroom and once she sees that It’s occupied (kudos to Shalnark) she will turn to go back to her seat but already forgot where she sits.

-The type to bring a book that she never reads.

-If the person next to her is watching a movie, she’ll change It simply because she doesn't like It.

-There’s one flight attendant constantly flirting with her and she gets a lot of free drinks because of them.

-Of course she never catches on and forgets who they are every time they try to talk to her.

Phinks

-Will argue with the flight attendant about how expensive the peanuts are.

-After like five minutes, he finally buys the peanuts and once he’s about to eat them the turbulence becomes so strong that It makes them fly everywhere.

-He has to resist the urge to punch the air.

-Phinks has to have an aisle seat because he gets paranoid easily.

-Phinks will try to go to sleep but there will be a kid constantly kicking the back of his chair.

-He will turn around and would be about to throat punch the kid when suddenly he sees how hot his mom is.

-Simp mode activated.

-He’ll try to flirt with the mom but the kid will notice and he ends up “accidentally” squirting his drink in Phinks face.

-Yeah It’s on sight when he gets off the plane.

Nobunaga

-Watches a movie, probably one dealing with samurai.

-Somehow got past security with his Katana?

-Most likely because of Shalnark

-Ate really bad airport food which messed up his stomach.

-Feels sick and tries to hold It in, but you can tell by his face that he’s struggling. The old lady beside him stares with wide eyes once she hears his stomach literally start beat boxing.

-He runs down the aisle clenching his cheeks and knocks harshly on the bathroom door, but he sees that sign says occupied.

-Nobunaga is shouting at the non-existent person in there to hurry up holding his stomach.

-Shalnark Is eating popcorn and laughing at Nobunaga as he watches him through the security camera.

-Goes to ask the flight attendant for hemorrhoid cream

Pakunoda

-Is really nice and will talk to you If you start a conversation with her

-Has earbuds packed for the altitudes and offers you some as well

-Turns her brightness down as she reads smut on her phone. Literally turned her whole body and everything so no one could see the words.

-Her face is so red as she stares at her phone and the flight attendant is so concerned that they ask if she’s okay. Pakunoda jumps so high and almost chucks her phone once she sees them standing over her, scared that they’ll see that she commented “😩💦” under the fanfic.

-Brings homemade snacks and sandwiches that no one wants

-Has a window seat because she wanted to look out the window and see how small the land is below her

-Unlike Machi, Pakunoda has a cat sitting next to her and the cat absolutely loves her.

-Will probably steal it

Uvogin

-sleeps the whole ride with a mask over his eyes and a neck pillow that he swiped from someone earlier.

-He snores sooo loudly and everyone around him is irritated because they can’t go to sleep because of It

-He would eat all the food on the plane

-Is the type to laugh very loudly at the movie playing or give commentary about each scene that’s happening

-Didn’t bring any luggage with him and… yeah...

-His head touches the ceiling of the plane and Its really uncomfortable

-Has no Idea where he’s going but got on the plane anyway

Hisoka (honorable mention)

-Somehow sits in first class with Chrollo and once Chrollo sees him he almost loses his shit

- “This seat is taken.” Chrollo would say while staring straight ahead but Hisoka ignores him and sits down anyway.

- “Do you not enjoy my company?” He’d tease while licking his lips.

-Chrollo immediately gets him kicked out.

-So now he’s stuck in economy with the rest of the troupe. None of them let him sit with them either.

-Finds an empty seat and sits down In it and starts laughing to himself because he’s plotting on how to get back to first class.

-The person sitting next to Hisoka is legit terrified and they side eye him the whole ride while clutching their bag to their chest.

-Will trip people walking down the aisle with his bungee gum.

-He would purposefully take his time to get his bag out, creating a long line for no reason.

-Whole time doesn’t even have a bag.

-Is banned from ever riding a plane again.

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A Second Mask: Chapter 4

Did that just happen?

Hello guys! It's me. I'm finally writing again. Sorry about the delay. I'm going to explain more at the end of the chapter, but I'm just going to keep the beginning short. So here is chapter 4:

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To say Adrien was concerned would be a huge understatement. He was downright disturbed. Its been weeks and still Marinette hadn't changed back to the happy, peppy, nice girl that he knew. AND SHE WOULDN'T EVEN TALK TO HIM ABOUT IT!

He tried to talk to her for a whole week after her original trasformation, but after the repeated firm rejections, he stopped altogether. He figured that maybe with some space, she might be able to work through whatever she was going through, but at this point, he's losing hope.

When he is feeling this distressed about something, he usually turns to his lady, but she has been acting weird too. Ever since she suggested they start sparring, she's started to show that she is going through kinda a rough time as well. She is the same ladybug when everyone is watching, but when it's just the two of them, she looks sad and tired. She has also started saying some concerning things while they are sparring. She has started talking about how she has started taking being Ladybug and the Guardian more seriously, and how she has less distractions now, which would be a good thing if she didn't say them so sadly.

The good thing is, the sparring has given him a chance to get out his aggression because of the whole Marinette-situation and his anger at his father in a safe environment. He didn't like the idea of hitting Ladybug at first (especially in the face) but with her not holding back on her hits, he felt more comfortable doing the same. It has helped them fight better too. He hopes that whatever Ladybug is going through in her civillian life will work itself out soon, but until then he will be there for her. He just needs to figure out how to be there for Marinette.

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Felix was making good progress with Marinette. After they first asked marinette about (insert fashion question of your choice here, I legit know nothing and I didn't have time to research anything for this chapter), she had started answering their questions on a daily basis. After a couple of days of that, she had started to rant to them about different things in the fashion world that were bothering her, exciting her, or confusing her that particular day. In response to that, they had started to respond to her rants with their own opinions on the subjects and even start their own rants.

It had gotten to the point where Felix would now consider them to be friends, though they know that Marinette would never call them as such, it was fine with them. They know she has trust issues, and they can understand why, so they are fine with being friends in everything but a name.

Felix was looking forward to their daily banter as they waited in their seat for Marinette to arrive. When she did, she was followed by a very pissed-looking Alya. Felix turned to look at her and noticed that she had what looked to be tears forming in her eyes. What they didn't notice was the little black butterfly that had entered through the window in the back of the room, and was making a beeline towards her.

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Marinette walked to school in yet another one of her newest fashion creations: a pair of oversized grey ripped jeans and a navy blue sweatshirt. She was actually really liking her new look, and the comfort that it offered was just an added plus.

She was actually feeling excited to talk to Felix about Gabriel Agreste's newest fashion flop. They were the only person that she had met that actually cared about fashion as much as her. It made her happy to talk to them. It kind of scared her how excited she was. Shouldn't she be distancing herself from everyone? she thought to herself. No. Felix isn't my friend, they aren't close to me, they are just someone I talk fashion with. Like a coworker, yeah. Totally. Felix is just a coworker. ("Liar" says the inner voice in her head)

She was shocked out of her thoughts when she was pulled to the side by someone as she entered the courtyard. Her mind immediately thought of an akuma, when the person spoke.

"Marinette! Girl," Oh it's just Alya. Wait Alya? "How long are you gonna keep up this cry for attention? Are you really THAT jealous of Lila? I know that Adrien likes her, but that doesn't give you the right to act like this! And you are hanging out with Felix, who accused her of sexually harrassing Adrien on their first day here-?" She looked absolutely furious at her, but Marinette had heard enough. She cut Alya off in the middle of her presumably long rant.

"ALYA!" Said girl jumped at both the inturruption and the tone of voice used, "First of all, this isn't a cry for attention, if anything its a cry for leaving me the fuck alone. Second of all, I'm not jealous of Lila. I'm not in love with Adrien anymore, and haven't been for a while. You knew that I was dating Luka right? Why would I care who Adrien likes? Lastly, I am allowed to hang out with whoever I choose, whether you like them or not. It's none of your fucking business Alya, and if you think that I'm just some jealous, attention-seeker why do you even care?" With that last question she stormed off to the classroom, leaving a speechless Alya behind her.

When marinette sat down in her seat, she just kept thinking about how Alya was just talking to her. How could she think that about her? They used to be best friends, and Alya wasn't even concerned about her not talking to her anymore, she was just concerned about her being "jealous of Lila". It made her so furious that she could feel tears trickling down her face. She sees the black butterfly out of the corner of her eye and without hesitation grabs it out of the air.

(Next part is taken from this post by @bigfatbreak)

"Go ahead and akumatize me- See what happens, Hawkmoth!" She screamed the words with a slight madness that the energy of the akuma was giving her, "Every leash has two ends! I just have to pull until I find where you're holding it!"

At this point, the entire class was frozen in place watching her and listening to her crazed-sounding voice threaten an actual terrorist. Marinette felt Hawkmoth's confusion and terror through the bond. What in the- She's sensing me through the Akuma?! The akuma then started to fly away, and when it couldn't it zapped her hand like it was made of lightning and fluttered through the same window it came from. Marinette felt like she had failed yet again and collapsed down on her desk, muttering, "Uuuuggghh. It escaped anyway... What a waste. I didn't realize that Hawkmoth was such a coward. He usually likes grandstand..."

She was startled when her hand was picked up by Felix's, "You likely scared him off by managing to locate him like that... A risky move, I should mention. I would ask that you not attempt that a second time. No one knows what his akuma is truly capable of. You'll want to keep off of this hand for a while, too."

"Oh, are those the doctor's orders? Why, Felix, it almost sounds like you care about meeee." Marinette was all too amused by Felix's concern for her. She also liked to tease them... AS COWORKERS DO.

"I have an investment in your presence. Now don't be cheeky and let's get you to the nurse's office," They said while holding her wrist and gently pulling her in that direction.

Marinette scoffed, "'An investment in my presence'??"

Felix chuckled while still semi-dragging her by the wrist towards the front of the room, being careful not to hurt her injury even worse, "What did I just say about being cheeky?"

On their way out of the door they passed a VERY distressed-looking Adrien. He seemed to be sharing the sentiment with the entire class of: Did that just happen?

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And thats chapter 4. It is VERY LATE! I know. I've been swamped with work, and when I went to write it, I had zero ideas on how to write this chapter. I never ended up getting those ideas. I just went where my writing took me, so if it doesn't really match the characters that's why. I will try to be better at updating regularly, but it probably won't happen. Sorry to everyone with a normal sleep schedule, but this is the time that I write things. Also I didn't have my outline with me while writing this chapter, so it might not have everything I planned to write in it.

I would like to thank you all for all of the support I've been getting on this fic. Despite all of the chapter delays, you guys have stuck with me through all of it, so thank each and every one of you. I love seeing so many people loving this au as much as I do. Without you guys this story wouldn't exist, and I would've stopped writing it after the first chapter.

As always, constructive criticism is always accepted. I love being able to improve my writing whenever possible.

Thank you for reading. Have a nice day/night/whenever you are reading this. See ya next time guys, gals, and non-binary pals.

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moemammon · 3 years

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You are not Beyoncé but you're singing your heart out when you think you're home alone.

(Featuring the demon brothers and GN!MC)

For once, you had the house to yourself! Was this a miracle?? Were the heavens finally smiling down on you from above? Was this the result of all your good karma??? Whatever it was, you were almost certain that you were alone for once.

And what did that mean? Time for a good ol' fashion jam session. You put on your favorite tunes and set them to blast through the speaker of your D.D.D. while you danced around the house, singing your heart out. Who cared if some of your notes were flat, or if you had to drop a few pitches to hit those high notes?

Not you. You were just living your best life without a care in the world.

Until...

Lucifer

Of course the eldest would be around. Arguably the most mysterious and omnipotent brother in the house, so yeah. He's there.

He told you this morning that he’d have a meeting to attend after classes today. You thought he’d be out for a long while, but it just so happened that the meeting ended early today, much to his relief.

Not to yours though, because that means that Lucifer has front row seats to your amazing concert without your permission.

He didn't even have the courtesy to make himself known! He just waited in the kitchen, quietly preparing his coffee while your singing echoed through the halls.

You were sauntering your way to the kitchen as well, fumbling over forgotten lyrics without a care in the world, when you saw him.

Enemy spotted.

Does this mean he heard every single time your voice cracked-

Your eyes lock and Lucifer doesn't even mention what you were just doing, despite the obviously being within earshot of you.

You really start feeling the heat rising in your cheeks when he says "You seem to be in a good mood. Did something good happen to you at RAD today?"

Regardless of how you respond (or not), Lucifer turns his back to you to tidy up, and says "....I don't believe I've ever heard your singing before. You'll have to give me an encore in my office some time."

You swear you can hear the mischief in his tone....

Mammon

This seriously was unheard of. An afternoon without having mammon glued to your hip?? Hell must've frozen over or something.

Regardless, you weren't going to take this for granted! Mammon did mention something about a 'foolproof money making scheme' he had a dream about last night, so he was probably off trying to see if he could make it a reality.

Things like this usually took a huge chunk of greedy boy's afternoon, so you figured you were safe to sing as you pleased!

Besides, he probably would've texted you if he were on the way home, right?

Apparently not, because Mammon was very much home, and did not send you a text. Honestly? He forgot to. He was too busy wallowing in self pity.

How was he supposed to know that using magic to duplicate grim was illegal??

He managed to escape any real trouble and made his way back home, only to have his ears immediately blessed (or assaulted) by your singing.

He's not the type to sit around in secret until you notice him, so catch this boy marching around the house until he finds you himself. Not so quietly calling out your name the entire time, too.

Mammon caught you in the empty library singing your heart out. The acoustics were great in there! They also kinda drowned out the outside noise, so you couldn't really hear him yelling for you.

"Oh, I thought you were screamin' about a bug or something. What song is that?"

He's not shy about singing in the shower at the top of his lungs, so it's not like he's judging you?? But he's got his phone out when you spot him. The bastard is recording you...

So your knee jerk reaction is to attack

"Wh- Oi!! What're ya hitting me for?! I don't care if it's just a pillow- Hey!"

He has chosen death. Goodbye Mammon.

Leviathan

It was kind of bold of you to assume that Levi would ever be out of the house, but he DID mention something about a concert he wanted to attend..? Or some kind of book signing?

You don't really remember, and you don't have the mental strength to scroll through the sea of spam texts he's sent you today.

C'est la vie.

Since you're pretty sure you're alone, you're not taking your solo concert all around the house of lamentation, from the foyer to the west wing, up to the attic and down to the dining room.

Gotta find the perfect spot to sing this next part. It's got a really good bit with a flute, and you wanna stare longingly out of a window or something-

And it's when you pass by otaku man's room that he decides to make himself known by poking his head out. His headset is around his neck and his hair's a little tousled, hinting that he was in the middle of gaming.

You freeze. Neither of you can look the other in the eye.

It takes a while before the silence can be broken, but before you can say a word, Levi speaks.

"Y-You know... you should come to karaoke with me! Only if you want to, I mean! I didn't know you were a fan of singing, so... but you probably have other plans, right? You don't want to hang out with a gross otaku like me blah blah blah-"

You aren't sure if your brain is malfunctioning from being caught in the act, or from the word vomit spilling from everyone's favorite weeb.

Satan

Satan is a good, studious boy so you assumed he was staying after class to head to the library. He was lagging behind, so you didn't question it.

Or maybe he was planning his next prank? Lucifer did have to make an announcement tomorrow morning in front of the student body, and Satan had been awfully interested in glitter bombs lately...

Whatever the case, he wasn't home right now! Or so you thought.

You were busy switching between two different choruses AND a sick guitar riff all in one song, so there was no time to be thinking about the demon's whereabouts.

You did wonder where you left your bag at, though. You vaguely recalled dumping it at the front door, so maybe that's where it was?

Scooting your way down the hall like a music powered locomotive, you were right in the middle of imitating the sound of drums when you spotted the trembling grin plastered to Satan's face.

Hm.

Maybe you could ask Diavolo about sending you back to the human world right now.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were here, or I would've said something." Satan tells you, clearing his throat to further suppress his laughter. From the way his shoulders are shaking, he was barely holding on.

"I didn't think you were the type to like songs like that. Do you have a playlist you could recommend me? I'm interested after seeing how much you enjoy it."

That cheeky grin of his never breaks for a second, so you can't tell if he's actually asking for recommendations, or if he's watching for your reaction.

Asmo

Not a surprise that you assumed he wasn't home, since he rarely is. He's always out partying or shopping around, so you usually don't see him much around this time.

But that also means you're free to sing as loudly as you want! Look out Mariah Carey, there's a new high note singer in town.

Asmo can vouch for that! Because he can hear you. Clearly.

Okay but he's one of those people that joins in while you're singing.

Legit the moment he goes inside and recognizes your song, he's trying to serenade you from the other side of the house.

And boy do you hear him. This man can SING (as expected of a fallen angel), and he likes to sing loudly. He wants all eyes on him after all!

And maybe you'll be so smitten by his angelic voice that you'll come running into his arms and beg that he takes you right then and there!

Wishful thinking though, because that is not how you reacted. Boo...

He finds you, and wants to know what you think of his voice. "Well? My singing was beautiful, wasn't it~? I used to sing all the time up in the celestial realm! I don't mind giving you some private lessons back in my room~"

Was he implying that you needed lessons? Maybe... but he's a sweetheart about it so can you really be mad at him?

Beel

A crepe cart recently opened up for a limited time, and there was no way Beel was going to miss that. And knowing him, he wouldn't come home until there were no traces of food left in sight.

So you figured you'd have plenty of time to brush up on your sea shanties! Bold of you to assume...

Beel can inhale a billion times his weight in food in like, five minutes. What made you think he wouldn't be back home by now?

He was full for a good ten minutes (a new record!) and spent that time in his bedroom, hence why you didn't hear his usual rummaging through the kitchen for food.

Speaking of food, you were feeling kind of hungry yourself! And a little parched from all the singing, so a snack break couldn't hurt!

You slid on your socks along the hardwood floor all the way to the kitchen... where you nearly slammed into Beel. There he was, the mad lad himself.

He was also on the way to the kitchen. Surprise surprise, right? And he managed to catch you by the shoulders before you could slide into anything.

Beel is the least phased by your singing. He just thinks it's nice that you were comfortable enough to sing so loudly! Good to see that you're enjoying yourself.

He doesn't exactly address it? Instead he moves his hand forward to place something into yours.

It's a crepe that he saved, just for you! You stare at the delicate pastry, all topped with layers of fluffy whipped cream, strawberries and blueberries, and lovingly drizzled with chocolate sauce! There's a bite taken out of the side, though-

"I tried my best to hold back, but I took a bite. Sorry..."

How can you be mad at him?? You're not even embarrassed about the singing anymore tbh. Too full of love to care 💕💕

Belphie

When,,,, was Belphie ever not home,, like,,,,

This man has never seen a classroom in his life, so it's not like you could've expected him to be at RAD.

And he wasn't usually in town?? Definitely a homebody.

But Beel wanted someone to go with him to that crepe cart, and Belphie couldn't exactly turn his dear brother down when he gave him those big baby eyes-

And since Beel wasn't home, you figured Belphie was still out, too!

Spoiler alert: you thought wrong.

Belphie was home, and now wide awake thanks to your banshee screams singing. He managed to slip away from Beel when he got too tired. He didn't really want a crepe anyway, so he decided to head back.

Only to be rudely awaken... how dare you...

He's hellbent on finding you, JUST so he can get you to shush. Please.. let him rest his weary bones...

When he does locate you, you have your back turned to him and your music on max volume, occupying yourself with grabbing your clean laundry to take back to your room.

He doesn't speak, instead choosing to watch you shimmy around to the beat of your song. And when you do a little spin, you turn right around to face him and get to witness the sheer amusement on his face.

He's NOT letting your forget about this moment. And you can't escape him either, he won't let you.

The bastard corners you just to repeatedly ask "Hey, what were you singing? I haven't heard that one in a while. Mind singing it again for me?"

"With a voice like that, I'm afraid to ask you to sing me a lullaby."

"...Just kidding. Your face is really red right now, you know?"

You feel the sudden urge to stuff him into the dryer, but you resist.

The urge grows stronger when he imitates the little dance you were doing.

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missymurphy1985 · 3 years

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The Extra (part 2)

Warning - smut (eventually....)

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You were finishing up your coffee, grateful that Cillian didn't hang around after grabbing his. Suddenly you heard Anto shouting in the yard outside. You told Liane you'd find her later, and headed out to him. He was pacing the grounds on his phone, the anger evident in his face. With an abrupt "Fuck you!" down the line, he hung up, kicking a rock across the courtyard in frustration.

"Anto? What's wrong?" You approached nervously.

"We start filming in three hours, and one of the cast had dropped out!!"

"What? Who?"

"Rachel Foster. She was supposed to play Tommy Shelby's girl."

"Oh shit.."

"Oh shit in-fucking-deed. What the fuck am I supposed to do now?! I can't call someone in at this short notice!"

"I don't know anyone who's even available.." he suddenly looked at you, you squirmed a little, you recognised that look.

"You know, it's not too late to reconsider my offer y/n."

"Anto we talked about this, I'm not an actress."

"But you used to be! And you were the best I knew!"

"When you offered me a role in this I was flattered beyond belief, I truly was, but my role is as a professor now, not an actress. I gave that all up nearly a decade ago!"

"Think about it - you're here anyway! She was only meant to film this week, it's a few scenes with Tommy, nothing major.. she's not even lasting the whole series it's just a few scenes I swear it. At least let me do a casting call with you? I'll pay you for your time, even if you don't want to do it? It's win-win! I'm desperate here y/n..."

You thought about it. You enjoyed the theatre shows you used to be involved in years ago so much, but then you were offered the job at Birmingham University and it was too good an opportunity to miss - a steady wage, guaranteed income.. the thought of going back to being a struggling actress made you very nervous.

"One casting call. If it doesn't work, I'm out and you'll have to find someone else Anto."

"Oh you fucking legend... You BEAUTIFUL legend!!!" He scooped you up and spun you round in a circle, before dragging you over to costume and makeup.

An hour later, you were in costume, hair done, makeup on, ready for the camera. You stood in the set for the Garrison, Anto giving you the once over for the short scene he'd got planned for the casting call.

"Anto you didn't say anything about kissing Tommy!" You groaned, reading the paper he handed you.

"It's one kiss - we need to make sure you have chemistry. You know these scenes are always filmed first y/n."

"You fucking owe me Byrne." He grinned his cheesiest grin yet, allowing you time to get to know your lines and the scene. You were lost in it, focussing on getting yourself into a character for the first time in years.

"Y/n?" An Irish brogue suddenly dragged you out of your prep, and you nearly dropped the whiskey glass you were holding as you were practising a scene.

"Holy fuck..."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you - " he held out his hand, chuckling at your outburst. "I'm Cillian. I'll be playing Thomas Shelby."

"I, uh, I know who you are, I'm Y/n..."

"I know, Anto tells me you're Rachel's replacement? Really appreciate you stepping in like this, I know it's all a bit weird. Just take your time, okay? There's no rush, and no pressure to get it perfect, just relax. I know how intense these things can be."

"Thank you. I'm sorry if I'm shit..." You laughed, your stomach in knots.

"You won't be! You wanna stop at any point, tell me. No pressure, remember that. I'm looking forward to it."

"To what? Me throwing a whiskey glass at you?"

"No, not that bit," he smiled, his blue eyes glittering in the stage lights behind you.

"Right then you two, are you ready?" Anto called, and you pulled yourself together. Taking a deep breath, the scene began.

"You promised me Thomas. You said you were going legit!! Now I find out you have guns hidden away from the fucking IRA??"

"Clara, you have to trust me! I AM going legit but I need money behind me to do it - this is our way out of here!"

"You're a fucking liar Shelby. Four years I waited for you. Four fucking years you wrote to me promising me a life of safety, no more having to watch our backs, no more Peaky fucking Blinders, and you lied through your fucking teeth!" You threw the glass, missing his face by a mere inch.

He ducked, and approached you carefully, hands out to catch your arms as they flailed around. A sudden flick of your wrist in the wrong direction caught him off guard and you hit him. Full force on the side of his cheek.

"Oh fuck!! Shit I'm so sorry!!"

"Quite the left hook you've got there!!" He laughed, regaining his composure, rubbing his face. A decent shade of red now blossoming across his cheek. Anto was in stitches the other side of the camera and you shot him a glare.

"I can't believe you've just smacked the star of the fucking show!" He laughed.

"You're certainly feisty enough for Clara's character, I'll give you that!" Cillian smirked. You were mortified.

"I really am sorry..."

"No harm done, I'm fine. I've had worse. Come on, let's finish this yeah?" You were convinced you'd screwed it up, but Anto calling Action brought you back into the scene.

Cillian cleared his throat and approached you again, you could see him trying not to laugh though and you couldn't help but giggle a little, which set him off too.

"I'm sorry, really I am!" You panicked.

"That was my fault, I was too busy watching her arms!" Cillian smiled.

"Guys I really like what I'm seeing here. There's definitely chemistry on screen. Why don't you two go rehearse a little more together and come back in 30 minutes?" Cillian nodded and turned to you.

"Fancy a coffee?" He asked. You nodded and he led you over to the trailers behind the set.

"Are we not going to the cafeteria?"

"Not unless you want to rehearse in front of your Uni class?" He smirked. You shook your head and followed him into a decent sized trailer at the back. He flicked the kettle on, telling you to take a seat while he made the coffee.

"So why did you give up the theatre? You're clearly very good, else Anto wouldn't have requested you?"

"It wasn't going anywhere. I was in the West End, Broadway, Galway.. just seemed to be bouncing around with no real direction. I wanted to get into film or TV work but the roles were in high demand. And it became very clear very quickly that I wasn't the right kind of actress the movie makers wanted as a leading lady."

"Really? Why?"

"I wasn't prepared to get my tits out at every audition like the others I guess?" You shrugged. "I auditioned for a horror movie once in Hollywood. Some big budget thing that never ended up happening anyway, but the director wanted me to audition in this skimpy little dress - barely covered my ass never mind my thighs. Wouldn't audition me unless I wore it, so I threw it at him and walked out. Kinda blacklisted from then on."

"That's horrendous? Which director?"

"Cant even remember his name now it was so long ago. It doesn't matter anyway, the movie was scrapped before production and I landed the job at the university. Secure, stable, good money - couldn't ask for more really. And the kids are so great, Cillian, full of passion and enthusiasm! They're so inspiring they really are!"

"I'm meeting some of them later, I'm looking forward to it. My youngest wants to get into the industry. Been trying to put him off for years but he's such a little showman. Exactly like I was at his age."

"Is that Jack?" You asked.

"Yeah. His mam is keen on him getting into it but she hated me going off for months on end filming. One of the reasons she divorced me last year."

"I heard about that. I'm sorry.."

"No don't be! We get on better now than we ever have. Only stayed together for the kids you know? Milk and sugar?" You nodded, and he handed you the cup.

"This scene is awkward, I've never done a scene like this before," you confessed, taking a sip.

"Like what?"

"A kiss? How do you kiss someone without actually kissing them?"

"You just do it, I guess. Once you're in character it just happens. I won't use tongues I promise - nothing personal, it's just one of my rules."

"That makes it less awkward I suppose!"

"Exactly. Although didn't stop Scarlett Johansson that one time... Nearly got me shot by the wife that one did!" You remembered that scene in Girl with a Pearl Earring and laughed.

"You know, I've learned over the years that if you do those scenes first it makes all the others much easier," he said, putting his coffee down and taking yours from you, placing it on the table next to his. He took your hands and stood you up in front of him.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to kiss you."

"What?"

"Not like that, I'm going to 'movie-kiss' you. Show you how it's done. Trust me - you won't feel awkward after this."

"I beg to differ..."

"Come on y/n, what have you got to lose?" My senses? You thought. My mind, maybe? You were hesitant, massively hesitant. You weren't even sure you were even going to go through with this. He glanced at his watch.

"We have five minutes, close your eyes and trust me." He nodded at you, and you took a deep breath, closing your eyes.

His fingers back on your cheek, this was just a reenactment of the scene but those fingers felt like lightening bolts. You could sense him moving closer, and his lips brushing yours. You were almost frozen to the spot until he whispered for you to relax.

"Okay, okay... I'm relaxed.. try again.." he leaned in again, your lips meeting properly. His hand in the back of your hair pulling you a little closer. You fell into it, your hands reaching round his back. As promised, he didn't use his tongue, which felt really strange at first but you quickly got used to it. Your mouths meshed together perfectly as you found your rhythm. A few minutes of this, before he pulled away, another gentle kiss against your lips as he did.

"Wow..." You gasped, opening your eyes. If someone had told you this morning you'd be kissing Cillian Murphy by lunchtime you'd have had them commited to the local loony bin, yet here you were. He didn't speak, and his hand was still on your cheek, brushing it lightly.

"Didn't plan on making you blush so much."

"Didn't plan on kissing Cillian Murphy when I woke up this morning," you laughed.

"Ready to do that again?"

"Again?"

"Just to make sure we got it right, of course."

"Yes.. of course.." he moved in quickly, but it felt different this time. His lips crashed against yours, and you definitely felt his tongue brush your lips a couple of times but you didn't reciprocate. You both moved backwards, your thighs hitting the table behind you, coffee nearly spilling over.

"Fuck, you okay? I'm sorry.." he pulled away to make sure none had spilled on you.

"I'm fine, it didn't fall, I'm fine... I uh, I think we've got the kiss nailed down though..." You brushed your hair out of your face and looked to the floor.

"Yeah, I think you're right.." your eyes met again and you both smiled. Before he could speak though, Anto was at the door knocking.

"Ready for round 2 guys?" He called. Cillian nodded at you, and you nodded back, both of you heading out to try the scene again.

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