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hurricanery · 3 years

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If You Went Away - pt. 7

A/N: This is the last full chapter of If You Went Away. I might do a little epilogue that showcases a bit of a timelapse of the next few years- but this is it! This is the end! Thank you so much for all of the support while posting this story, it really means the world to me and it was so much fun to write, even though it was a lil dark here and there.

Other parts here: part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 // part 5 // part 6

Please continue to send prompts for things you want to read in the future. I am already planning to post part 1 of something really fun in the next day or so! <3

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(present day)

“Can we run the potentials again, please?” Amelia’s voice permeates through the operating room, and her eyes shift to the side briefly, in time with her request.

“Motor and sensory signals look good, Dr. Shepherd.”

Amelia breathes a sigh, grateful that her surgical mask muffles it. She was usually so confident in her OR. She never faltered. Never led anyone onto her stress, if she could help it.

“There’s so much bone fragment here,” she mutters to herself, but also to the resident across from her. “This part of the vertebrae was totally crushed, we have to, we should make sure….wait!”

The resident completely stops what he’s doing, his retractors coming to a halt over the open spine they are currently operating on.

“Hold off,” Amelia stares below, eyes shifting as she racks her brain for ways to move forward.

After another moment, the impatient resident clears his throat. And Amelia glares up at him before she speaks.

“Can we page ortho?” She decides, but then determines she wants to be more specific. “Er, actually, just page Dr. Lincoln directly, I mean.”

“On it, Dr. Shepherd.”

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Having Link across from her during surgery immediately eases some of the stress. He moves with a hopeful confidence that influences her own, and moves with her almost flawlessly.

Along with the sense of ease Amelia feels, the ease that she associates with Link’s surgical process, other feelings start to rise. And she tries to suppress them. The personal feelings. The sudden pulse-quickening feelings. The realization that she’d woken up next to him this morning and didn’t feel totally suffocated by what that meant. His eyes meet hers over the operating table briefly and Amelia is instantly transported back to this morning.

She’d woken up before her alarm. Which seemed strange. She’d anticipated a harsh and unwanted interruption to her sleep, especially after a stressful weekend at Link’s parents’ wedding. She laid awake in bed and let the weekend sink in. The way that night had ended. And Link’s sleepy statements.

She rolled over to face him, and then unashamedly watched the morning light hit his face as he snored softly. She even smiled to herself. Until her quiet moment was suddenly interrupted by the iPhone alarm blaring next to her.

She gathered herself quickly. Dropped the smile. Let her face fall. As Link’s eyes adjusted to hers.

The same eyes that now hold her gaze in the OR.

“This is the part that’s tough,” she composes herself quickly, eyes focused. “See how it’s crushed right here-”

“Yeah, alright. Let me get in there. See what I can do,” he offers, and he watches how Amelia’s eyes widen in warning. “I won’t let anything shift,” he adds, complete assurance evident in his voice.

Amelia nods. And Link goes to work. His hands just as careful as his tone.

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“Thanks for operating with me,” Amelia turns her head to the side, glancing at Link as they stand side by side, scrubbing out of surgery.

“Of course,” Link smiles, “Any chance to work on a spine? I’m all for it. Plus, I love seeing you operate.”

Amelia blushes, rolling her eyes in disbelief.

“No really,” he adds. “Neuro is so beyond me, Amelia. I don’t know how you do it.”

“Okay,” she steps away from the sink, her voice cracking a bit as she avoids the compliment. She clears her throat. “I’ll go pick up Scout? And head home? God, I’m so tired….I can’t wait to get home.”

She moves towards the door, but Link quickly follows after her, catching the door and slipping out into the hallway right behind her.

“Wait, Amelia.”

She turns around, glancing at him almost impatiently.

“I….might have asked Meredith to pick up Scout.”

“....And why would you do that?” Her eyebrows pull together, and a surprised laugh escapes her mouth.

“I wanted to take you to dinner….remember?”

Amelia swallows, her face falling as the realization hits. She thought he’d be the one not to remember this half-asleep proposition.

“Like….right now?” Her surprised expression turns more stunned.

“I, uh. Yeah, so….Meredith is picking up Scout. She has Bailey too. She’s going back to our place to watch them while we get dinner.”

Amelia blinks, taking in this information. “You….planned all this?”

“Yes.”

Amelia glances around the relatively empty hallway that they’re still standing right in the center of.

“I had back-to-back surgeries just now, I’m…” She shakes her head. “I kind of just wanted to go home.”

“Dinner and then home?” He lets himself sound hopeful.

“I don’t know….” she starts stepping back, away from him. Ready to turn around and resume her route to the attendings lounge. But then her stomach growls, loudly, just as Link steps into pace with her. Giving her away completely. And Link smiles. Hugely.

“You can’t tell me you’re not hungry now.”

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They haven’t been to Angelini’s in over a year. It feels foreign to be sitting across from each other in the dimly-lit Italian restaurant.

But it is their favorite spot. And Amelia is hungry. So she swallows her fears and decides to let the evening play out however it will.

“I have to say…” Link starts the conversation in a playful manner. “I was pretty nervous before this, so, thanks so much for meeting me.”

“Meeting you?” Amelia stifles a laugh. “You drove me here.”

“This is a first date, remember?” Link hangs his head low, and leans forward, his muttering tone reflects the act he’s putting on. “Just play along.”

Amelia frowns, and then the waiter approaches to get their order. They order their usual. Which is always two different pastas to share, salad, and endless bread. When the waiter steps away, the conversation picks back up.

“I said I wanted to start over, right? So think of this like a first date.”

“Wow,” Amelia sighs, stifling another surprised laugh. “You really meant it.”

“I did.”

His tone is more serious now and Amelia gazes at him, deciding whether or not she’s up for this. Her next words surprise her.

“I haven’t been on a first date in ages, so. You’ll have to remind me how this goes.”

Link’s eyes light up, and he breaks out into a soft grin. The waiter approaches with their basket of bread and a couple of small salads get placed in front of them. They express their ‘thank yous’ and then turn back to each other.

“Okay, so. First date questions, right?” Link offers.

“I think we already know the basics,” Amelia grins, biting her lip, trying to think of anything she doesn’t already know about the father of her child.

“There’s always more to learn….” He trails off, thinking. “Okay new game!” He exclaims rather loudly. And Amelia almost chokes on her sparkling water before she sets it back down. “Let’s play 20 questions! I think I can come up with 20 things I don’t already know about you….or, more like, things I want more detail on.”

Amelia raises her eyebrows at this, reaching for a piece of bread as means of deflecting.

“I didn’t hear a ‘no,’ so,” Link watches her as she bites into the bread. “I’ll ask first.”

She’s feeling that pulse-racing again. Along with the thump in her heart. And she doesn’t know where it comes from.

“What’s your favorite color?”

And then her heart rate slows a bit. Relieved at the question. Because this was going to be easy, if this was the route the questions were going to take.

“You don’t know my favorite color?” She questions back.

“I could guess, but no, I don’t think I know for sure.”

She stares back at him for a moment, his bright-eyed gaze holding hers. The candle on the table flickers between them, highlighting the gentleness of his blue orbs.

“Blue,” she mutters, immediately looking down at her salad.

And Link watches her drop her similarly captivating stare. “Mine too,” he admits, then goes in for a bite of salad.

Amelia clears her throat. It was her turn for a question.

“Do you wish you had siblings?”

Link swallows his food, nodding. “I did….when I was a kid. I wished every day that I had siblings. Now? Not so much.”

Amelia nods solemnly, as her own disdain about adult siblings comes to mind.

“Dream vacation?” The questions are coming faster now.

“Paris,” she shrugs, but then glances around the restaurant. “Or anywhere in Italy. Favorite movie?”

“Batman.”

“I knew that, actually,” she laughs, genuinely enjoying herself.

Link nods, thinking of his next question as Amelia finishes up her salad.

“Biggest fear?”

Amelia’s eyes widen, and once again she finds it hard to swallow her food without struggling a bit.

“We’re getting that deep already?” She mutters. “On the first date?”

Link just nods, raising his eyebrows at her.

“Are we allowed to….skip questions?”

Link’s eyes narrow at this. But he decides to lighten up a bit. “Fine, you get one skip,” he agrees.

“Thank you,” she mumbles, moving onto her own question. “Dream job? Besides your current one?”

“Dream job besides head of ortho at Grey Sloan….?” He verifies the question.

She nods.

“I don’t know….I already have both of my dream jobs. I love the ortho department here….and I love the work I’ve done with the Mariners. I don’t have another dream job. These jobs….are the dream,” he shrugs.

Amelia sucks in a breath, setting down her fork and biting the inside of her cheek.

“Okay, my turn again….” Link continues, not catching on to Amelia’s reaction to his answer. “What’s your-”

“What are we going to do? When the Mariners want to renew your contract this season?” Amelia interrupts Link’s question with one of her own.

Link frowns, putting down his own fork and clasping his hands together. “Is that….your question for the game? We’re switching turns now?”

Amelia just stares at him.

“Do I get to skip a question, too? Or?”

She shakes her head slowly.

“Alright…” He mutters. “I think….we’ll worry about that when it happens. That’s really all I can answer for now.”

And now she nods.

“Do I get a turn now?” Link questions, uncertain of the rules now.

Amelia offers another hesitant nod.

“How will you feel….if I get offered another contract?”

Amelia reaches for her drink and takes a sip, actively prolonging her answer.

“You don’t get another skip,” he adds.

She sets her glass back down. “I know. And my answer is….we’ll worry about that when it happens….” she smirks, repeating his words from a moment ago.

“That’s not-”

“Hey,” she interrupts. “That’s my answer! And I’ll let you have another turn, since I stole yours.”

Link shakes his head, grinning.

“Deal,” his smile grows wider, and he wiggles his eyebrows up and down a bit. “What’s your favorite thing about me?”

Amelia rolls her eyes, trying to suppress her urge to smile back at him. “My favorite thing about you….” She trails off, her eyes zoning in on another area of the restaurant. “My favorite thing about you, is the fact that you brought me here….because I think that’s our waiter heading this way with the pasta, and I simply could not be more excited for that….”

Link huffs out a laugh, watching as Amelia’s eyes follow the path their dinner makes to the table.

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They get home about an hour and a half later. Their arrival coincidentally causes Scout and Bailey, who currently occupy the length of the couch, to stir from sleep. The muted TV provides a dim light to the living room, and they try to be as quiet as possible as they let the light guide them to the coat closet.

“Hello?” Scout’s tired voice pipes up from the couch, just as Amelia and Link make their presence known.

“Hey guys,” Link whispers as the boys begin to sit all the way up.

Meredith enters the living room then, too. “How was dinner?”

“You guys went to dinner?!” Scout looks between his parents curiously, a drowsy edge to his voice still.

Amelia laughs under her breath. And Link offers to take Scout to bed.

“And I'm going to head out,” Meredith states, as she watches Bailey practically succumb to sleep again on the couch.

“Thanks so much, Mer,” Amelia voices her gratitude, as Link helps Scout toward the stairs and Meredith leads Bailey to the door.

Amelia stands in the hallway, smiling to herself as the two pairs make their exits.

A moment later, Scout’s small voice can be heard from the top of the stairs.

“Mom looks happy,” he says simply. Sleepily, but simply. Like the observation should be obvious.

Amelia’s face quickly falls. Her smile is replaced with a look of shock, following her son’s perceptiveness. Meredith turns to her, from where she’s almost out the door, and raises her eyebrows at Amelia knowingly.

And before Meredith can say anything, Amelia is moving towards the door, ready to shut it behind her sister. “Goodnight, Meredith,” she says pointedly.

The next thing she hears is Meredith’s giggle from the porch outside. It mixes in with the sound of Link’s dumbfounded chuckle from the top of the stairs.

Amelia groans, deflecting the grin that wants to overcome her face.

She drops heavily onto the couch as she listens to the sound of Mer’s car pull away. Link descends the staircase a few minutes later. He takes in Amelia’s relaxed position against the cushions and collapses down next to her.

“He fell asleep the second his head hit the pillow,” Link laughs.

And Amelia hums appreciatively, turning to him. “Thank you for dinner tonight,” she mumbles. “I’m glad you planned it.”

“Of course,” he responds wholeheartedly.

A brief silence falls between them, and Link thinks they could almost fall asleep right there, with the post Italian food coma threatening to overcome them both.

He shifts a little bit, leaning closer to Amelia on the couch. And she opens one eye, peering at him curiously.

“I know this is a long shot,” there’s a slight seriousness to his words. “First date and all…” he trails off, and Amelia now opens both eyes, becoming fully focused on whatever he’s about to say.

“What’s your stance on sharing a bed on the first date?”

And then the mocking tone finally registers for her, and she fails to suppress her giggle. She reaches over and smacks him on the shoulder playfully.

“You’re too much,” she rolls her eyes.

“I know,” Link chuckles, standing up from the couch. He reaches a hand out to Amelia, offering to pull her up from her position on the couch. “But let’s go to bed.”

Amelia stares up at him, biting down on her smirk. She clasps her hand around his.

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(6 months later)

It feels like déjà vu. Like she’s lived through this situation before. An entire year after the previous summer, it’s like clockwork. The same situation once again.

Link huffs out a sigh as he grabs the last of the luggage, adding it to the pile in the front hallway.

“Where’s Scout?” Amelia mutters, entering the small space by the door.

“He’s upstairs, he’s almost ready.”

“Did he pack his new baseball mitt?”

“Yup, he’s got it,” Link offers a small smile.

And then their overly-excited, now 6-year-old, is running down the stairs, already dressed in his baseball uniform.

“Scout,” Amelia laughs, “You have to sit through a pretty long drive. You sure that’s what you want to be wearing? How about something more comfortable?”

Scout shakes his head profusely, barely able to stand still. “No, no! I don’t wanna change!”

Amelia sighs, reaching forward to ruffle his hair. Scout steps away from her touch, the additional year to his age consequently resulting in some impatience at her affections.

“Want to help me finish loading up the car, bud?” Link asks.

Scout nods enthusiastically, following his Dad outside.

The house is quiet now, and Amelia listens to the distant sounds of her son babbling excitedly outside. It feels so nostalgic. Like it’s happened before. Like déjà vu, a feeling rises in her chest as she listens to the car start up. She listens for their voices to get closer, and for their footsteps to clamber onto the porch. And then, moments later, Link re-enters the house with Scout trailing behind him.

“You all packed up?” Amelia asks Scout, a familiar edge to her voice.

“Yep!” Scout replies, his energy radiating in an almost contagious way.

“Okay, then. Guess it’s time to go,” Amelia states.

It’s familiar. But different.

“Where’s your suitcase, Mom?”

The same. But so, so different.

“I put it in the car, bud,” Link chimes in, eyes shifting to Amelia. “We ready?”

Amelia nods, glancing around the house to make sure everything is set. Set for Link and Scout to be gone for the summer. And set for Amelia to be gone, too. Because she was going, this time. Travelling to the away games every other weekend. This weekend being the first of many.

They lock up the house and climb into the car. Link drives as Amelia sits passenger side. Scout can be heard from the back seat, chatting eagerly about the games he’s looking forward to the most.

Amelia smiles to herself, glancing out the window as she listens to Scout. She feels a hand come to rest on her knee and she turns to Link, her smile growing wider as she takes in his expression.

“Thank you,” he whispers, squeezing her knee, eyes shifting back to the road. He eventually removes his hand, so that both of his palms can occupy the steering wheel again as they continue to the airport.

“Link,” Amelia matches his whisper. She keeps her eyes on him. Watching him as he watches the road. “We always fight for our dreams, right?”

Some sort of emotion waves across his features. And Amelia notices the way he tries to blink away the sudden glassiness in his eyes. She can’t quite place the reaction he’s having. But then he looks at her again, briefly. And all Amelia can see is loving.

Another A/N: thank u thank u thank u for getting all the way here! means THE WORLD TO ME u don’t even know. Hopefully this story came full circle enough <3 I loved writing it sm!

#amelink #amelink fanfic #amelinkfic #amelia shepherd #atticus lincoln #amelia x link #greys anatomy fanfic #greys anatomy fic #grey's anatomy fanfic #grey's anatomy fic #my writing #meredith grey

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starring-movies · 4 years

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Killing Eve: Episode Analysis

*SPOILERS*

Season 3, Episode 1 - Slowly Slowly Catchy Monkey

The first episode of Season 3 begins about 6 months after the events in Rome, from the end of the last season, and starts with Villanelle getting married to a woman named Maria - now Villanelle doesn’t have a job, she needs a way to support herself financially so she does this via Maria.

During her wedding speech, Villanelle refers to Eve as “my ex”. In S2E1 when she was speaking to Gabriel in the hospital, she also referred to Eve as “my girlfriend”. Both of these instances show us how Villanelle has considered that she and Eve were in a ‘relationship’ of some sort for all this time.

When Villanelle finds that Dasha has turned up to her “special day”, the same shots are repeated from S2E3. Villanelle runs up to Dasha and then tackles her to the ground, which is shot in the same way as when Villanelle runs up to Konstantin and then hugs him in S2E3. The choice to repeat the same shots is implemented to emphasise the difference in Villanelle’s relationship with Konstantin and Dasha (both people who had a big impact on Villanele while she was growing up) - after being separated from Konstantin, Villanelle fondly hugs him; but after being apart from Dasha for so long, Villanelle feels nothing but anger towards her.

When Villanelle is reunited with Dasha, after Dasha crashed Villanelle’s wedding, she keeps calling Villanelle “Oksana” and so Villanelle tells her “you call me, Villanelle”. This is small but clever little detail. Through just this act of Dasha calling Villanelle the wrong name, we are told that Dasha, like Anna, (who also calls her Oksana) is obviously someone who Villanelle knew a long time ago in her past, before she adopted the name ‘Villanelle’.

We are then reintroduced to Eve, who is doing her shopping in a Korean supermarket in New Malden, London. Not only is Eve buying junk food to stress eat, like she did with the sweets in S2E1, but the convenience food also has a deeper significance. When Eve was with Niko he was always the one who cooked, but now that they’ve separated, Eve doesn’t have anyone to cook for her, so she has to buy things like instant noodles because her lifestyle has changed.

While Eve is paying for her groceries, the woman at the checkout of the Korean supermarket is having a conversation with her friend, where she says “nothing says Romance like Rome” and that she wants to eat “spaghetti” the whole time she’s there. “Spaghetti” is what Eve told Villanelle she’d like her to cook for dinner in S2E8, and the comment that “nothing says Romance like Rome” could have been true for Villanelle and Eve, but for them Rome means tragedy and heartbreak instead.

We also find out that Eve has taken a job in a Korean restaurant. She’s decided to recoil back into the comfort of her culture, where people speak her mother language and eat food that she’s familiar with (and probably associates with home and family). In the restaurant her job is making the dumplings, which is a repetitive, mindless task, just like when we saw Eve chopping the vegetables for the roast chicken in S2E1.

Eve copes with her trauma in the same way as she did in S2E1, after she shot Villanelle. Not only does she do the repetitive tasks, but she also watches “It’s Not Just Shopping”, which is a teleshopping programme, just like how she listened to Armando trying (and succeeding) to sell her some “really expensive windows”.

However, although she is coping with the two situations in the same way, there is also a big difference between the Eve we see in the beginning of Season 2, and the Eve we see in the beginning of Season 3. In Season 2 Eve allowed herself, and was eager, to be sucked back into chasing after Villanelle when Carolyn recruited her again; whereas in Season 3, Eve is stronger and has a certain defiance in her actions. In Season 3 Eve tells her boss she doesn’t want to work in the front of the restaurant, but wants to remain in the kitchen, even though that means less money and more work. Eve also tells Carolyn, when she comes to see her at the restaurant, that she has no interest in Villanelle and trying to find her again, and it is only to investigate Kenny’s death that she decides to return to working with her.

In the office of the boss of the Korean restaurant, a Korean programme where a man gets shot in the head by a woman in playing on the TV behind her. When Eve is on the bus, there is also someone reading a book called “Vixen’s Bite”, with a woman with a gun on the front cover - Eve cannot seem to escape being reminded of Villanelle and of being shot by her.

We are then reintroduced to Kenny, at his new job being an investigative journalist at the ‘Bitter Pill’. Kenny has a conversation with Bear, where he says “well, remind me not to rely on you for anything”; which turns out not to be true, as in S3E8 Bear is the one who finds out Konstantin came to visit Kenny on the day he died.

When Eve is at home, she sends a message to Kenny of a picture of a loo roll. This is a call back to S1E2 when Kenny shows Eve to the toilets at the Trafalgar Office and tells her “it’s best that you bring in your own [loo roll] or it just disappears, how many sheets do you need?”.

After receiving Eve’s message, Kenny goes over to Eve’s apartment and during their conversation he asks her “are you still in touch with, er...” (meaning Niko), and Eve immediately thought Kenny was referring to Villanelle. Eve’s trying to convince herself (and everyone else) that she’s over Villanelle, not interested in her and not thinking about her; but the fact that Eve immediately jumps to thinking that Kenny is referring to Villanelle, and not her husband, shows that this is definitely not the case.

In this scene, she is also wearing the grey T-shirt with birds on it that belonged to Niko, he is seen wearing it in S1E1. However, we only see Eve wearing it when she wants comfort; like after Bill’s death in S1E4, and now in this episode when she’s recovering from what happened to her in Rome.

Later on, when Eve goes to visit Niko at the psychiatric facility, she brings him a bag of fruit pastels, but tells him that she already “ate the green ones for you”. Although Eve probably did this as a caring gesture (since Eve ate them, it’s implied Niko doesn’t like the green ones), it emphasises how Niko still can’t manage to gain control over his own life. Niko wasn’t given the opportunity to try the “green ones” (he may have changed his mind and started to like them) or leave them in the bag himself, Eve had already made the executive decision for him and he wasn’t given the choice to eat the bag of sweets how he wanted to eat them.

Eve eating the green fruit pastels for Niko could also be an indication that this was something that she used to do for him when they were first married/more happily married. If you take this view, then it could be that Eve is trying to simulate how things were previously, or she is being presumptuous that Niko wants things to go back to how they were - but he goes to Poland without telling Eve, so we can see he wants a new start.

Whilst working in the Korean restaurant’s kitchen, there are two men working behind Eve, who’s conversation mirrors Eve’s relationship with Villanelle. One of the men initially says to the other man, “first it was infatuation, this is love”. This definitely reflects how Villanelle’s relationship with Eve was portrayed; it began as Villanelle’s obsession with Eve because she had hair like Anna, but by the end of Season 2 she claims that it has gone beyond “infatuation” and that she does truly love Eve. This was probably also true for Eve, also beginning as an “infatuation” in Villanelle because she is an assassin, but then developing into a deeper sense of love; but at the end of Season 2, Eve was not ready to come to terms with her feelings, and Villanelle hadn’t reached the point of realising what loving Eve really is.

The next time the two men are having a conversation, Eve interjects by telling the man “you’re not even crying because of her, you’re crying because... because you feel stupid, because you were stupid”. This is obviously how Eve feels about what happened with her and Villanelle - she’s not upset because of Villanelle necessarily, but more because she feels that she was stupid. The same thing most likely applies to Villanelle as well, she probably feels stupid for loving Eve, and admitting to loving Eve, when she thought that she was someone “special”.

You can read my previous Killing Eve posts here:-

First Introduction to Villanelle

First Introduction to Eve

S1, E1 - Nice Face

S1, E2 - I’ll Deal With Him Later

S1, E3 - Don’t I Know You?

S1, E4 - Sorry Baby

S1, E5 - I Have a Thing about Bathrooms

S1, E6 - Take Me to the Hole!

S1, E7 - I Don’t Want to Be Free

S1, E8 - God, I’m Tired

S2, E1 - Do You Know How to Dispose of a Body?

S2, E2 - Nice and Neat

S2, E3 - The Hungry Caterpillar

S2, E4 - Desperate Times

S2, E5 - Smell Ya Later

S2, E6 - I Hope You Like Missionary!

S2, E7 - Wide Awake

S2, E8 - You’re Mine

S3, E2 - Management Sucks

S3, E3 - Meetings Have Biscuits

S3, E4 - Still Got It

S3, E5 - Are You From Pinner? [Part 1]

S3, E5 - Are You From Pinner? [Part 2]

S3, E6 - End of Game

S3, E7 - Beautiful Monster

S3, E8 - Are You Leading or Am I? [Part 1]

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TW: mentions of child abuse and medical procedure

Billy really wants to skip school today. Well, he kind of always does, but usually the idea of seeing Steve Harrington gives him enough incentive to get out of bed even if the prospect of sitting trough a whole day of classes is less than satisfactory. That day, though, even Steve Harrington is not enough.

Billy pissed off his father last night, and he took a mean kick to the ribs for it. As a result, his left side hurts like a bitch, he didn’t sleep well, and he’s so exhausted that when he finally gets up, he sees black spots dancing in front of his eyes and he nearly falls to the floor, his legs as consistent as jelly.

He’ll never survive the morning periods, let alone basketball practice this afternoon. Billy sighs. This day is going to suck. There’s no doubt about that. He’s got to make his peace with the fact and power through, because he cannot skip, no matter how hard he wants to. His father is particularly intransigent these days, and Billy doesn’t need to give him any more reason to be angry.

So, he takes a quick shower, he skips breakfast, and before he realizes it, he’s sitting at his usual back row desk in his English lit class, feeling miserable as hell and trying to hide it.

“Who pissed in your cereals this morning, Hargrove?”

Okay, so the “hiding” part of it isn’t a success, apparently.

“Fuck off, Harrington, I’m a real ray of sunshine.” Billy says.

Steve and he have been friendly since Billy apologized for bashing his face in. Now is not the time to needle Billy, though, and Harrington would better be aware of that, lest it get messy again.

“Oh sure! Just a very grumpy looking one. You shouldn’t scowl that hard, you’re gonna get wrinkles.”

It only makes Billy scowl harder. Steve smiles his brightest smile at him, for whatever strange reason, and it makes Billy relax slightly.

Thankfully, the teacher arrives before Steve has time to ask anything else.

Billy avoids the cafeteria at lunch. He’s got no food, nor does he have money to buy some. He knows Steve would get him something without him even needing to ask for it, but he’s not hungry anyway, so it would be rather pointless.

When Billy enters the changing room, Steve is already there, and of course he mentions it. He’s a mother hen like that.

“I didn’t see you at lunch. Did you manage to eat something? I have granola bars if you want.”

“I did eat.” Billy lies, “but thanks for the offer, Pretty boy.”

“No problem.” Steve smiles brightly again.

Billy is lightheaded already from exhaustion and lack of food, Steve doesn’t need to add to it. How rude.

“Are you sure you’re okay, though? You look a little pale.”

He rolls his eyes.

“Yes, mom, I’m fine.”

Look, another lie! Way to go, Billy.

“Fuck off. You’re a disaster, someone has to look after your ass.”

Billy flips him the bird half-heartedly before putting his shorts on.

During practice, he insists on playing shirts, for once, so the bruise on the left side of his abdomen doesn’t raise any question. He shouldn’t have bothered, though. Barely three minutes later, he’s entirely out of fuel already and must take a break. He then makes the mistake of getting back into the match, only to be hit in the stomach with the ball and nearly faint.

“Hargrove, you’re out of it, what’s wrong with you?”

Billy assures he’s fine, but he’s slurring his words, so obviously the coach doesn’t believe him.

“Go sit down, go to the nurse, whatever, just stop playing. I don’t want you fainting on the court.”

Billy grumbles, but he obeys nonetheless. He doesn’t have enough energy to put up a fight right now.

He goes to the showers, and it’s all peachy until he slips on the wet tile and bumps his head on the wall. He regains consciousness to Steve leaning over him, looking freaked.

“What are you doing here?” Billy mumbles.

“I wanted to check if you were okay. Seems like it was good instinct on my part.” Steve says.

“Come on, let’s get you off the floor.”

It’s a strenuous process, and Billy can’t hold a groan in as pain flares up his side, but Steve does manage to get him back to his feet. He only then notices he’s naked, which is very embarrassing.

“What’s that?” Steve asks, pointing the nasty bruise on Billy’s torso.

“Nothing.”

“Uh, don’t bullshit me, Hargrove.”

“Calm your tits, princess, I am fine.”

Steve scoffs.

“Oh yeah, sure, you just fainted in the showers and you’ve looked half-dead all day. You’re the perfect picture of ‘fine’.”

Billy goes back to scowling, because the truth is not pleasant to hear, and Steve is serving it to him and forcing him to stop ignoring it. Again, rude.

“I’m just tired.”

“Maybe, but I don’t think that’s it.”

“Oh, you’re an expert on health matters now, Harrington?”

Steve huffs.

“No, you smart ass, but we have a perfectly competent school nurse, you could go to her, you know. Just to make sure.”

“Pass.”

“No.”

Billy glares at him.

“What do you mean, no?”

“No, I won’t let you decide. Your decision making is shit. I’m deciding right now, and I say you’re going to the nurse.”

The nerves of that guy.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Billy’s going for angry, but his voice is so weak he just sounds petulant.

“Okay then! I’m telling you what I am going to do. I am going to take you to the nurse to get checked out even if I have to drag you there!”

Steve, unlike Billy, has no trouble sounding furious. His eyes are glaring daggers at Billy, his hands are clenched into fists, and his chest is heaving with how worked up he is. Billy would probably get a hard-on if he weren’t so tired. It’s a good thing he doesn’t, because he’s still very much naked.

“Stop treating me like one of your kids! I can take care of myself.” Billy says through gritted teeth.

He doesn’t want to admit defeat, even if he recognizes he’s in the wrong. His pride can’t take it.

“You obviously can’t!” Steve yells.

There are a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, and then Steve’s anger seems to deflate. He sighs.

“Look, I’m really worried. Would you please, please, just go to the nurse with me? I’ll owe you one.”

And isn’t it just like Steve, to make it seem like Billy’s doing him a favor by taking care of himself? Great, now Billy feels bad. He could deal with angry Steve, but he’s no match against pleading Steve with his puppy eyes.

“Okay, fine… Just let me get dressed and we’ll go.”

It takes Billy forever to put on his jeans and T-shirt. He slips on his sneakers and is planning on leaving the laces undone, but Steve won’t have it and bends down to tie them for him. Steve is on his knees in front of Billy… and here he thought Steve was trying to help him, not kill him.

It turns out Steve was right to pester Billy about consulting a health professional, because he ends up in the hospital to get surgery for a ruptured spleen. It’s going to cost a small fortune, and Neil’s not going to be happy, but it’s his fault so he’s not allowed to bitch about it.

Steve is there for him until he gets taken to the operating room. And, God knows how long after the surgery, Billy wakes up to Steve holding his hand.

When he realizes Billy is awake, Steve tries to take his hand away, but Billy holds it in place.

“Are you okay?” He asks, after clearing his throat.

“Sure.” Billy croaks. “I’m sure it’s a pretty standard operation, Pretty boy. It wasn’t that big a deal.”

“Shut up. You scared the hell out of me.”

“I’m sorry…” he mutters.

“Don’t apologize… even if you were being particularly stubborn, it’s not like it’s your fault you ruptured your spleen.” Steve says, running his thumb on the back to Billy’s hand.

“About that…” he goes on, “I overheard the nurses talking… and uh… they mentioned domestic violence.”

“What about it?” Billy asks defensively, tensing up.

“Well… feel free to tell me to fuck off, but…”

Billy scoffs. As if he needed Steve’s permission to tell him to fuck off.

“Is it true?” Steve finishes, his whole expression radiating concern.

“What do you think? That I got into a fight in some bar on a Monday night?”

And really, Billy doesn’t mean to be that prickly. It’s just a subconscious and desperate attempt at preventing the walls he built around himself from crumbling down.

However, the sad look Steve gives him is enough to make his attempt fail tremendously and annihilate the said walls until Billy is laid bare, defenseless.

“Is there anything I can do?”

“Just… stay with me, please?” Billy hasn’t sounded that vulnerable since he last was on the phone with his mother, begging her to come back for him.

“Of course.” Steve squeezes his hand. “I meant, what more can I do?”

“Nothing. You being there is enough.”

Steve doesn’t look convinced, but he thankfully doesn’t argue.

“Oh wait, there might be something.”

“What?” Steve looks ready to burn Hawkins to ashes and throw down the entire government if Billy asks him to.

Billy won’t ask that of him, though. He’d never do anything to taint Steve.

“Could you get me some water.”

Steve rolls his eyes.

“Sure. I was thinking of something a bit more substantial, though.”

“Oh, look at you, using big words!” Billy mocks.

“You just woke up from surgery, how are you already so annoying?”

“That’s one of my many talents.”

“I hate you sometimes.” Steve says in a deadpan voice.

“No, you don’t.”

Steve answers Billy’s teasing grin with a pout.

“No, I don’t.”

Billy cackles in triumph.

“What about that water, Pretty boy?” he then adds.

It’s not even to be a pain in the ass. He really is thirsty.

“Shit, sorry!” Steve replies, letting go of Billy’s hand to go fetch him something to drink.

Billy watches him with a fond smile as he exits the room. His life still sucks, but it sucks a bit less now that Steve is in it.

#Harringrove #Billy Hargrove #Steve Harrington #hurt and comfort #slight angst #fluff #I'm in the mood to write about Billy being hurt these days #I'm sorry

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noobsomeexagerjunk · 3 years

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Left Undone

Ted didn’t want to babysit Bill’s daughter. He didn’t like Bill, and Bill didn’t like him. Why did he have to be the only one in the office who was free for the weekend? Alice didn’t exactly want to be babysat either. She’s too old for that!

Little did Ted and Alice know how much fun they were going to have.

(AU wherein Alice has not dated Deb yet, Bill hasn’t divorced yet either; MASSIVE SPOILERS for BoJack Horseman Season 3 and Moulin Rouge! are discussed)

Friday Prologue | Saturday Chapter | Sunday Chapter | Monday Epilogue

Alice woke up fairly well-rested Saturday morning, forgetting for a second that she wasn’t in her own house.

Ted Spankoffski’s house had 3 bedrooms. One was a master bedroom where Ted slept and also did any other non-CCRP related work. Another was a room where Ted’s nerdy brother stayed for the Summer; ever since Ted got himself a house, his younger brother would stay over at his place during holidays and academic breaks.

Then there was the spare guest bedroom Alice was in where Ted had to set up for her the previous evening. It was very plain.

She went downstairs, explored a little, then found no one. She went back up, knocking on Ted’s bedroom door. No response.

Alice then decided to wash up instead, to feel fresh in the morning. She did all the work in the downstairs bathroom (Ted specifically told her to use that particular bathroom), leaving it as neat as it was before she came to the house.

She tried to knock on the door again, the increased strength of her rapping revealing to her that the room had not been locked, or closed properly for that matter.

She peeked in to find Ted who was still asleep, clutching a laptop like a stuffed toy. His shirt, boxers, and socks tied together with his slumped figure, which also seemed intertwined with the bedsheets. There were used tissues all over the bed, some on the floor making a trail to a semi-used paper towel roll. There were an empty bowl and two empty beer bottles on the bedside table. It reeked of Corona and clearly imported Honey Butter Chips.

Alice stepped in to try to wake Ted up, but the floor creaking below her was enough to make him jolt awake.

“Who the fu-“ Ted calmed down from the shock of waking up so suddenly, “A-Alice?! Shit, I forgot you’re here,”

“I-Is there anything I can eat?”

Ted rose from his position, sitting upward on his bed, “...are you allergic to eggs? Milk?”

“No, I’m not allergic to either.”

“Good,” Ted yawned, getting up and stretching, “because my fridge is fucking empty.”

“I noticed.”

That was hyperbole...sort of. The only breakfast that could be made from Ted’s pantry was egg toast and cereal. There was enough for both of them to finish all of said egg toast and cereal.

“What were you watching last night?” Alice asked Ted, playing with her fruit loops a little.

“Hm?” He swallowed the last bite of his toast with instant coffee.

“You were crying for about thirty minutes; I couldn't sleep-”

“I-It was a sad episode, alright?!” Ted was slightly embarrassed, hesitating to take another sip of coffee, “That fucking baby seahorse will never know...”

Alice raised a brow, unaware of the reference. She ate some more cereal.

“Don’t give me that look, Alice!” That was Bill’s glare, alright, “BoJack Horseman is a very good show!”

“And you binged the whole thing last night?”

“It’s the new season. I’ve got two episodes left before I finish.” Ted then proceeded to chug down what was left of his coffee.

“My laptop died during my binge but it was late and I was just,” He blew a raspberry, “...I needed to sleep.”

“I’ve done that before, not gonna lie,” Alice place down the spoon, done with her breakfast, “Though, the show I watched was kinda...yeah, it was kinda shitty,”

“Let me guess: you’ve watched it because someone hot’s in it,”

Alice blushed, “I-It’s not just that!”

“Hey hey hey,” Ted chuckled, “I’m guilty of that, I ain’t judging.”

Alice hmphed, “Should I watch that—what’s that show?”

“BoJack Horseman?”

“Yeah.”

“Hm,” Ted then began cleaning up by taking Alice’s utensils, stacking them with his, “it starts weak but gets so much better, like real fucking better. Dunno if you’re old enough to watch it though,”

“I’ve seen some pretty adult stuff! Mom makes me watch Tarantino movies with her, at least whenever Dad's not around sometimes,"

Ted nodded at Alice’s mother’s taste in film, “Aight, but that show just...it just hits somewhere really hard when you’re in your early thirties full of regret and with no discernible life direction but, hey! If you can take it, I’d be impressed.”

Alice blinked, “What? Is it like, psychological horror? The kind rooted in some comedically timed socio-political commentary?”

“Well, arguably.” Ted then got up to bring the dishes in his hands into the kitchen.

“...where can I find it?” She asked with mild interest.

“Netflix,” The sound of dishes landing in a sink was heard from Alice’s seat, “It’s a cartoon too, and like, about a bunch of animals, if those kinds of things float your boat.”

Alice never made it past Episode 1 when she tried to watch it herself, convinced Ted’s taste was shit. Personally, she will regret that.

The rest of that morning left Alice and Ted to their own individual devices. Alice typed away some interesting plots and ideas on her phone. Ted went to finish the last episodes of that sad horse show.

An hour before the time Alice would usually eat lunch, she had been cycling around various plotlines for a potential...well, something. Alice knew she just had to write something.

She was in the living area of the house when she heard Ted sloppily walk down the stairs. His eyes were teary.

"Are you alright, Mr. Spankoffski?" She looked at him with concern.

Ted shakily neared her, hesitating to sit on the couch next to her. He instead placed a languid hand on one of the couch's armrests.

"Please don't die on me, Alice, oh my God..."

He broke into sobs. Alice could only stare at this behavior in confusion.

"Did something bad happen in the show, or...?"

"Fuck, it got worse!" He sniffled, "A-And not, like, n-not in a bad writing context--that show's writing is the shit, Alice! But fuck! F-Fuck!"

Sarah Lynn was not supposed to die, but she did die and the fact left Ted devastated. A part of him knew it was gonna happen as he saw the old man, er, horse, and the poor girl in the motel, missing the Oscars. (Then again, that show had a penchant for hollowing, tragic endings per episode.)

Even in entertainment, in his favorite shows to watch, Ted Spankoffski knew better than to hope. It was more realistic for him.

"You can sit down," Alice moved aside to give Ted space to sit.

Ted cried as he sat next to her, "God, I'm sorry y-you had to see me like this,"

"I've...I-I've had worse breakdowns over a show. I-It's all good."

TV and Movie homophobia still haunted the teenage girl.

It's things like that, whether extravagant or subtle in delivery, that prompted her to write and clarify in any way that she could if only to fight. Alice Woodward was the kind of girl who refused to despair.

"Yeah, A-Alice?"

"Mhm," She nodded, quickly writing "character gets sucked into a tv show???" in her phone's Notes app.

"What if we watched something less depressing instead? You can watch it with me, Alice!" Ted breathed, "You're not bored, are you?"

She added "literally? figuratively? ehhh let the watchers decide??? kshfukdhivg" then kept her phone.

"No! N-No, I know how to keep myself, um, b-busy," Alice then shifted herself into a more comfortable position, "What movies do you have?"

Ted paused before answering, realizing he was hungry.

“You pick,” He said, getting up, “You want pizza with that?”

Alice nodded eagerly, watching Ted head for his phone.

“Wait, what am I supposed to pick?”

“There’s a bunch of CD cases in the drawer under the center table—it’s right in front of you!” Ted's voice decrescendoed as he headed upstairs.

“Drawer?” Alice wondered to herself, bending down to inspect the described center table. There was in fact a drawer.

She pulled it open to find bunches of CD cases, charging wires, and what clearly seemed to be unusable gadgets or “e-junk” as her father would, in a terribly corny way, put it.

Alice noticed a notable amount of movie musicals in one bundle of CD cases. The one that got her attention was Moulin Rouge!, unfamiliar with the title and very taken by the red-haired beauty printed on the cover. There was Jesus Christ Superstar, West Side Story, Rocky Horror Picture Show, and a bunch of Disney Princess movies. Upon further inspection of the non-musical movies, Ted had a diverse taste in film, though it was primarily pretty basic in Alice's opinion, minus a few exceptions.

She closed the drawer, further inspecting the Moulin Rouge CD cover by reading the synopsis on the back. An aspiring writer falls in love with a courtesan but other things get in the way? Alice could not blame the writer, in fact, she was quick to identify with him, even if she had not seen the movie yet.

“Alice?” Ted called from upstairs, “Are you allergic to anything I should know?”

“No,” She called back, playing with the CD cover.

“Good! I’m getting us a Bacon Surprise,”

“Alright,” Apparently Ted chose to order from that Witchwood Ovens Shop downtown.

“What movie do you wanna watch?” Ted asked as he went back down. Alice showed him the CD cover.

“Moulin Rouge?” He mispronounced, “I actually have that in there?”

Alice handed the cover to Ted as he approached her, “I don’t think I’ve seen this one,”

“No shit, Alice. This movie’s got prostitution; if I know your Dad enough,” He stared at the cover, trying to remember when he got it, "he would make sure you'd never see it. God, I remember seeing this in the theater, like, when I was about your—h-how old are you again?"

"Fifteen, but I'll be sixteen later this year,"

"Eh, close enough," Ted then placed the CD cover down, ready to set up the television set in the living room.

"Nicole Kidman, man..." Ted dusted the CD player, plugging the TV into it, "She was the fucking best in that thing."

"Do you even know what happens in it?" Alice asked as she watched Ted at work, "Or were you just hoping Nicole Kidman would step on you?"

"Don't you fucking shame me, Alice!" Ted gasped back as he blushed, "If you had any taste in women, you'd want the same Goddamn thing."

Ted guessed correctly, keeping the girl from returning his snark.

It was around the Elephant Love Medley when the pizza arrived. Ted was kind enough to pause for Alice as he went to get the pizza. Alice was still recovering from the exhilaration of the past few songs, overwhelmed with the crowd-like effect of the cheesy-Jukebox mashups that introduced Christian to that infamous dancehall, the gratuitous use of slow-mo effects, and the ridiculous use of that Can-Can. It was "Spectacular Spectacular" indeed!

Alice almost choked on her pizza during the Like A Virgin scene. It was also very clear to her, as they watched, that Ted must've forgotten a lot of what had happened in the film given some of his reactions. Ted cursed The Duke repeatedly, particularly at that scene when he found out about the true nature of Christian's play.

Ted believed that he should've seen Satine dying coming. He saw this movie before. The movie literally said so right at the start!

Why, as he watched, did he want that happy ending when the opposite was inevitably going to happen?!

Something about Satine charmed Ted, in a particularly nightmarish way. The idea of further thinking about it was repressed repeatedly, refusing to confront the roots of it all. Surely it was just him being a horny bastard, right? Right?

This totally had nothing to do with the fact that Satine had vibrant red hair, cerulean eyes, polished milky skin, and a beautiful figure.

This totally had nothing to do with how familiar this fictional character seemed to be, resembling someone Ted remembered with intense, bittersweet longing.

This totally had nothing to do with the sight of Satine breathing her last breath on a bed of roses reminding Ted of a memory that he swore hadn't happened yet.

Or it did happen?

Why debate when it happened when it shouldn't have happened at all? It wasn't supposed to happen, whatever that thing was that Ted didn't need to remember at the moment. And yet...

She didn't make a sound. Heartbreak was never so loud.

Alice's sniffling brought Ted back to reality. Ted put a hand on her shoulder.

"God, I-I look so stupid," Alice chuckled out from her tears, rubbing her teary eyes, "they literally say it in the beginning, ugh!"

Ted coddled her closer to him so he could hug her but Alice recoiled back.

"T-Thanks, but we both smell like pizza," Ted nodded back in response.

As he cleaned up the living area, he asked Alice, "How was the movie?"

"It was pretty cheesy," She pulled out her phone again, inspired to write, "but kinda fun? Like, you don't get fun movies with this much energy, at least, when I try to compare, well. You know what I mean."

"Yeah," Ted replied absent-mindedly, "It certainly brings back memories of, well, certain times."

"I think it kinda comes off as an epic-like piece,"

"No need to wax academic, Alice,"

"You asked for it!"

"I asked about how it was, not for an essay about its themes and shit!" Ted straightened himself up with a chuckle, "It's just a movie, after all."

"It hits different though," She spat back, focused now on her phone.

Witchwood Oven Shop pizzas were notably heavier on the stomach compared to their competitors. Any leftover pizza the two had for lunch that day, Ted proceeded to reheat for dinner. He scavenged his refrigerator for any packs of instant lemonade, which were thankfully there, and prepared two glasses for the two of them.

It was a shitty excuse for dinner, but Alice didn't seem to mind. She was very concentrated on her phone.

"What'cha writing about?"

Alice tilted her phone as to hide it, "It's not really much yet. It's all a bunch of prompts so far."

"You can pitch me stuff," He swallowed a bite, "Which ones really get to you?"

"Well," She hesitated.

"Well?"

"I-I've got a traveling adventure in a fancy, cultured but mysterious new town..."

"Anything else?"

"Still deciding whether I should make it a horror or a comedy. Besides that, it's all gonna rest on a foundation of romance between our main character, and, well..."

"Who?"

"I don't know! It's all I got so far!"

"Hey, it's not bad," Ted sipped his lemonade, "You know, I bet with enough time, it can become something really fucking great. I'd be invested if this was a movie or a staged production of sorts, I don't know,"

"Y-You think it's good, Mr. Spankoffski?"

"Oh hell yeah," He placed the glass down, "Not to be cheesy, but romance really gets me."

"Yeah, same."

"Have you considered making it some sort of horror-comedy romance? I would love it if you could pull it off."

#eternal reverie #left undone #kim whalen would make such a great satine #starkid #team starkid #starkid fanfic #starkid au #nightmare time spoilers #ted spankoffski #alice woodward

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tabooneko · 5 years

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Diabolik Lovers Chaos Lineage - Sakamaki Laito - Story 02

Soo... we are back to sharing Yui with others, huh, Laito? 🙄 I guess it’s one of Rejet’s favorite traits of his “original” personality

PLEASE DON’T REPOST!

Enjoy~

Place: Violet Mansion - Empty Room

Yui: (Nn...) (...Wh...at...? Why am I sleeping in the bed...?) (I don't know this room... Where am I?) Laito: Looks like princess is finally awake. Good morning, Bitch-chan ♪ Yui: Laito...kun? Laito: Oh my, why are you so absent-minded? Maybe I got carried away and drank too much blood. Sorry, your blood is so delicious, I couldn't stop myself. Yui: (I see... He drank my blood and I lost consciousness...) Laito-kun, did you carry me here? Laito: Yeah. It would be bad if I left you there and Carla found you. By the way, this is your new room. You can use it freely. Yui: Okay... Thank you. Laito: You're welcome ♪ Guard is just a title, I'm simply happy that I can spend time alone with you. Let's just leave supreme ruler stuff to Carla and others. No need to bother with such troublesome things. Yui: (Supreme ruler... Laito-kun and everyone else are talking about it like it's something obvious. What's going on here?) (We're not in Kanna city... I remember neither that church where I woke up nor this mansion. (that's what their city was called? I don't remember xD besides, what a funny name, "Godless city".) Laito: But Carla is so strict with his brothers. "Do this, do that", he is so annoying. Even though we are brothers, I still don't like such behavior. Yui: Brothers... (Laito-kun and Carla-san? Why...? What's happened to them?) (No way, did they memories get altered like mine...? But why?) Laito: What is it? You're looking at me with such an intensive gaze. Are you perhaps... inviting me? Yui: O-Of course not... Kya! Laito: Your blood has a captivating scent. Every vampire would be enthralled by it. I wanted to do a lot of things to you when you were sleeping, you know. Yui: What?! Laito: It's a shame you woke up before I even started. Oh, but now is even better, since it's more arousing when you show me some reactions. Yui: W-Wait! Before that, I want to talk about something! Laito: Don't worry, I'll be gentle. ...No, wrong. You like it rough, right? You looked so happy, when I stuffed the spoon into your mouth. Then I'll make sure you suffer a lot. Yui: (Even in such situation, Laito-kun is still Laito-kun...!) Laito-kun, please. Listen to my story. (I want to know... what's going on here.) (And if Laito-kun’s memories are altered, I want them to get back to normal.) Laito: Your story, huh... Okay. I'll listen. Yui: Really?! Laito: But if it turns out to be a boring story, I'll punish you, okay? Yui: (Uh... I have a bad feeling, but first I just need him to listen to me no matter what.) O-Okay. Laito: Nfu, how resolute. Then let's hear that interesting story. Yui: O-Okay. To be honest, I have no idea what's going on here... We are dragged into some weird situation. Laito: Hee, how terrible. Yui: (He doesn't believe me at all... But I can't lose heart.) My memories were also weird till yesterday... I thought I was the Sleeping Eve from the church. But it's not true. I'm Komori Yui... I finally remembered. Laito: That's your name? I totally thought it was Eve. Yui: Laito-kun, the truth is you're Sakamaki Laito. You are 5th son among 6 brothers of Sakamaki family. Laito: Sakamaki...? Yui: Not only Subaru-kun, but Shuu-san and Reiji-san are also your brothers. And you're triplets with Ayato-kun and Kanato-kun. Laito: Those two from the Orange? We're all triplets? Hee~ It's pretty interesting. Did you come up with this story right now? You have some talent. Yui: (He doesn’t believe me at all...) I'm also living with the Sakamaki family and... I'm your lover, Laito-kun. Laito: Lover... huh. Yui: (Huh? That laugh... I have a bad feeling.) Laito: If your story is true, then it's amazing to have 6 children. Who are my parents? Yui: Eh? Ee... (Karlheinz-san and Cordelia-san...) (But it's a sensitive topic for Laito-kun... Should I really tell him that now?) Laito: Hmm? Since you're not saying anything, it means they're pretty awful parents, huh. Or maybe you had some deep connection with them. And that's why you can't tell me about it... right? Yui: ...! It's... (You can say that I'm deeply connected with Cordelia-san.) (I have... her heart after all.) Laito: Okay, enough about parents. I have a lot more delicious story. Hey, Bitch-chan. We're lovers, right? Yui: Y-Yeah... Laito: But I don't remember anything about being your lover. You lied that we're lovers just to attract my affection, right? Yui: I-It's not a lie. We really... are lovers... Laito: You're so desperate. If you want my attention, just say so. ...Okay, you have my full attention. Let's do a lot of pleasurable things. Where is the best place to make you feel good? Nn... Yui: Hya! (I-I made a weird sound...!) Laito: Nice voice. Bitch-chan, do you like it when I touch your neck? Yui: T-That's not true. Laito: Don't lie. You were pretty nervous during your story. You're a little sweaty. It tastes sweet. How about other places? Yui: No...! Not my clothes! Laito: It's okay. I just feel like taking a peek~ Yui: (It's not in the slightest okay!) Laito: Oh? Your skin begins to redden beautifully. And scent of your blood becomes sweeter and thicker... Nnn. Yui: Ah... Nn... (Oh no... It's ticklish, I can't hold my voice...!) Laito: Kuku, this place feels good too? I can suck your blood, but I think I'll pass today. You kept me waiting a lot, when you were sleeping. So this is my revenge. Yui: Nn... Haa... Revenge... (But who told you to look at my sleeping face, Laito-kun...) Laito: What's wrong? You're running out of breath. Such unfinished stimulation is becoming hard to bear? It's really arousing when you're controlled by your lust like that... Nn... *kiss* Yui: Nn... Laito: ...Fufu, so your ears are sensitive too, huh. You made such a cute sound. Maybe I should leave marks, so I can easily find your favorite places... Nn... Yui: Ah... Laito: ...Look. There is a red mark on your breast. It's your pleasure spot. Yui: (No, at this rate I'll get carried away by him....!) Please, let me continue my story... I want you to regain your memories. Laito: The previous one? It was interesting, but if you talk about it, you will only ruin the mood. Yui: But I'm saying the truth... Laito-kun, you're a little weird right now-- Laito: ...Shut up. Yui: ...! Laito: I told you I was not in the mood for that story. Yui: (This feeling... It's like he is back to the time when we first met...) ...I-I'm sorry... Laito: Nfu, that's right. Girls are cuter when they're obedient. Easier to handle. Of course a little resistance can fire up too, but don't try to disobey me more than needed. It's irritating. Yui: O-Okay... (How can I make Laito-kun remember?) (I hate the thought that he would never get his memories back...) (But...)

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I was at the whim of Laito-kun, when he toyed with me happily. All the time we spent together is no longer in the memory of this Laito-kun. It makes my heart sink.

I want him to remember. But I'm also hesitating a little.

Laito-kun has bad relations with his parents. It's a dark and deep relation that can't be described in words.

With this in mind, I'm not sure, if getting his memories back is a good thing. The only thing I could do was close my eyes and wait for the time to pass.

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Place: Violet's Mansion - Corridor

Yui: (In the end Laito-kun only used me to have a good time yesterday...) (Now I want to have a bath and think carefully what to do now, but...) Hey... Laito-kun. I'd like to take a bath now, you know... Laito: Yeah, I know. Yui: Why are you coming with me? Laito: Cause I'm your guard. I go wherever you go. No matter if it's a bath or any other place. Okay? Yui: (At this rate he will enter the bathroom with me... I have to get rid of him somehow!) Laito: Doing it in the bathroom sounds nice too. Yui: D-Doing What? Laito: Drinking blood of course. Yui: I-I want to relax in the bath alone... Laito: Don't say that. Your sweet scent is getting stronger. You're waiting for it, Bitch-chan. Yui: I-I'm not. Laito: Ah... It's getting even stronger. I won't able to bear it. I'll just drink it here then. Yui: Y-You can't do it here! Someone may come... Laito: That'd be even better. He'd stare at us when we are entangled... Fufu. It's also more arousing for you, when someone is watching, right? Yui: No way! No way! Laito: Such lies. Let's try it out then? I'm sure you will become addicted to it. Kou: Laito-kun, you really have some funny hobbies. Yui: K-Kou-kun...?! Laito: Ah, perfect timing. I was looking for a spectator. Kou: I heard you. But I'll pass. She has such a delicious scent. Only looking at you will make me hungry for sure. Yui: (Thank God... Looks like it won't turn into some weird situation.) Laito: Hmm, then, Kou, let's drink together. Yui: ...What?! Kou: Really? Hurray! I'm really hungry, you know. Yui: W-Wait! That's obviously out of the question! Laito: Eh, why? It's more exciting that way. Just try to imagine it. Our fangs slowly piercing your skin. Play-biting, rough sucking... I wonder what voice will you let us hear. Yui: (W-What to do... Doesn't look like I can run away.)

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Selection: - I want only Laito-kun. - I want Kou-kun to suck my blood too.

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Choice: I want only Laito-kun.

Yui: Then I want only Laito-kun to do it...! Laito: Huh? Who would have thought you will ask personally for me. Kou: Huh? What. You mean that such a pervert like Laito can drink your blood, but I can't? I totally don't get it. Yui: Kya! Kou: Come on, tell me. That you want me to suck your blood. Yui: ... (He's glaring at me... It'd be better to listen to him now...) P-Please... suck my... blood... Kou: Yeah, good job ♪ Laito: Okay, you can start, Kou. Kou: Hurray! I was curious about Eve's blood. Yui: (...My body freezes when someone other than Laito-kun tries to drink my blood...) Kou: Let's drink then. ...Nn... *sucking* Yui: Nnn... Ah... (His fangs give a different sensation than Laito-kun's...) Laito: Ah... Bitch-chan, your cheeks are all red and your eyes are wet... Does it feel good to have your blood sucked by Kou? Yui: That's... Laito: True, right? Scent... of your blood is getting thicker. That's the proof you're getting aroused. Yui: Nn... Ha... you're wrong. Laito: Ah... just looking at you happily writhing in pain makes me excited. I'd like to watch you for a while but... You want both of us to drink your blood, right? ...Nn... Yui: Ah... Laito: Fufu, your spine is shivering. That's how great you're feeling...? Hey, I'll drink from your arm too. It will give you a different sensation. Nn... Nn... Haa... Yui: (...Ah... I'm getting carried away...) (It's not the time for this.... I can't get away from this weird situation...) Laito: Really, your blood is so addicting... Uu... Yui: Laito-kun...? Laito: ...It's nothing... I just feel a little dizzy... Kou: ...What... Somehow I also get dizzy... Laito: ...It's probably because Eve's blood is the finest quality and we got a little drunk... Kou: Ah, you're probably right... Such delicious blood is rare. Yui: (They got drunk with blood? It has never happened before.) Kou: Hey, why are you looking aside? I'm not done yet. Yui: Eh, no way... Laito: I can feel a grim determination from you. You're really good at seducing men. What a bad girl you are, Bitch-chan... Nn... Haa... Yui: Uu... Aaa... (Not only Laito-kun, but Kou-kun is also drinking my blood...) (It's just like when I first came to Sakamaki's house. I'm only a prey...)

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fanficshiddles · 5 years

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I can help you, One shot

Thank you for the prompt! I hope you like this!

xmischief-ladyx said:

I am so sorry for my bad english and if my prompt is weird :-/ A story about Loki as a vampire. He has a young maid who is so obssessed with him that she touches herself every night while listening to him making love to his mistresses. One day to save him she let him drink his blood but unexpectedly the night that follow while he is making love to a girl he can hear her thoughts while she touches herself and the maid can hear his too.

Loki had hired young Katie about a year ago. He found upkeeping his large three-story house too much to do alone.

Katie had been over the moon getting the job. She was provided with her own bedroom, with an en-suite. She was also allowed to use the smaller maid’s kitchen at the back of the house. But over the course of the year, she found herself more and more in Loki’s company during dinner in the main kitchen.

Loki greatly enjoyed her company and adored her. She was a bright, bubbly young girl with a heart of gold. She had a laid-back attitude towards life, which Loki really liked about her. It took a lot to get her wound up or angry, in-fact, he had never seen her even slightly angry or pissed off. She was attentive to his needs, always cheered him up if he was having a bad day.

Katie was smitten with her master. He was very kind to her, always made sure she had whatever she needed along with an amazing wage every month. He was easy to talk to; they always had a laugh together.

But there was just one little problem for Katie… She was completely in love with Loki. She had tried to act upon her crush, but she was scared that he didn’t have the same feelings for her and that he would fire her. So she kept it all to herself.

The main downfall was that Katie’s bedroom shared a wall with Loki’s room. So when he had guests over for the night, poor Katie could hear everything. Loki’s grunting and moaning, his dirty talk… Almost always to do with devouring her, how delicious she tasted and how delightful she felt around his cock. Often it would all be accompanied by the headboard banging repeatedly against the wall.

Katie would touch herself every night without fail, eyes closed listening to her Master next door. Wishing and imagining that it was her he was on top of, fucking her like crazy.

One morning, Katie was dusting in the hall by the front door when Loki came downstairs, in his all black suit, ready to go out to work.

Katie opened the drawer by the door and took out his black leather gloves that he never went without. She was maaaaybe slightly obsessed with them and how they looked on Loki.

She went over to him and they both smiled as she slid the gloves over his long fingers and snugly onto his hands.

‘Thank you, Katie.’ He purred, then he cupped her cheek with his hand, making her smile wider and a small blush creep up her cheeks. ‘I do not deserve you.’ He said.

‘Nonsense! It’s me who doesn’t deserve you!’ Katie replied.

Loki chuckled and gave her a kiss on the cheek before heading to the door. ‘I may be late tonight; I shall do my best not to make too much noise on my return.’ He smiled sweetly at her then ducked out the door.

Loki hadn’t been lying when he said he might be late home, it was near midnight before Katie heard the gravel crunching from underneath a taxi pulling up. She had left her window open deliberately so she would know when he was back.

She slipped out of bed and went downstairs to see if he needed anything before going to bed, but she was surprised and very concerned when Loki came in falling through the front door.

‘Sir? Are you ok?’ She ran down the last few steps and rushed over to his hunched over form. She noticed his beautiful green eyes were brighter than they ever had been before.

‘Get away from me, Katie.’ He snarled; his voice sounded deeper, darker than normal. He put his hand up towards her. ‘Oh god, your scent.’ He groaned and then covered his nose with his palm, further confusing the girl who was scared and worried. He was in pain and seemed like he was battling internally with himself, physically and mentally.

Loki managed to get over to the living room and he slammed the door shut on her.

‘Loki? Please, what’s happening? I’ll call an ambulance!’

‘NO!’ Loki barked, making her pause. ‘Call Mandy… But it might be too late.’ He called through, then another pained grunt came from him.

Mandy was one of his many fuck buddies that frequented his bed.

‘What can I do? What’s going on?’

Loki never responded for a moment. But then he did eventually.

‘I never wanted you to find out… Especially in this way… Arghhhh!’ He sounded in so much pain, it was breaking Katie’s heart. She felt so helpless.

‘I’m a vampire. But I’m dying. I was attacked by another vampire and I need blood to give me my strength back… Human blood.’ He slammed his fist to the door with a roar. Trying so hard to keep himself under control. But the smell of Katie was driving him crazy, all he needed and wanted was just at the other side of the door…

She always smelled good to him, so bloody good. But now, when he was craving and his body literally needed her blood to live, she was all the more divine smelling.

Katie was in shock; it took a minute for everything to sink in. She knew she should’ve run for the hills, screaming. But it all made sense now. His pale skin, dislike of the sun and not to mention his hate for garlic, it was banned from the house.

‘I… I can help you.’ She squeaked, her voice trembling slightly at the thought.

There was silence from the other side of the door. But then it opened, slowly. Loki was sitting on the floor, eyes wide and hungry. Feral, almost. But he looked paler than ever, if that was even possible. His nostrils were flaring, taking in her scent.

‘I… I don’t want to hurt you.’ He said, sounding pained himself.

But Katie moved closer to him and crouched down next to him. She reached out and cupped his cheek. He quickly grabbed her hand and turned his face into her palm, inhaling deeply and licking her skin.

‘You should run, Katie… I can’t control myself now.’ He growled, his grip tightening on her hand.

‘I don’t want to run, Loki. I trust you. I know you won’t kill me… But I don’t want you to die. Please.’ She whimpered, eyes watering at the thought of losing him.

Loki let out an animalistic growl when Katie moved her hair back over her shoulder and bared her neck, offering herself up on a plate to him.

She saw his fangs appear amongst all the drool. Her heart was racing like crazy, and he could sense every beat. All the blood rushing through her veins, he could sense it all.

He moved in swiftly, sinking his teeth into her neck and sliding an arm around her, worried she would try and escape. Have second thoughts.

Even though the initial piercing from his fangs hurt like hell, she wasn’t going anywhere.

As soon as the vampire got the first taste of her blood, he went into a frenzy. He had never tasted blood like hers before, so sweet, so juicy… Better than he had ever imagined.

Loki moved them, laying her down so he could lie on top of her, still latched hungrily onto her neck. He couldn’t resist grinding against her thigh, feeding always aroused him, especially because it was her.

Katie felt extremely light and floaty while he sucked her blood, like she was just made of feathers. Her eyes started to flutter shut, until she passed out beneath Loki.

When Katie came around the following morning, she was still a bit disorientated. But at first, she thought it had all been a dream. And she probably would have thought so if it wasn’t for Loki sitting on the bed by her side.

He had taken off his suit jacket that was draped over her desk with his gloves on top. He’d taken off his tie, unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt and rolled his sleeves up his forearms. And he was gently petting her head, smiling when she woke.

‘Glad to see you’re awake, darling… I thought for a minute I’d drank too much of you.’ He said sheepishly.

She sat up more and reached up to touch the two small holes in her neck, hissing when it stung a bit.

‘That will sting for a while, and it is quite common to pass out the first time.’ He said softly. ‘I am truly sorry you had to experience this.’ His brows furrowed in sadness.

‘No, don’t be sorry. As long as you’re alive and well.’ Katie smiled.

‘Yes, thanks to you.’

‘Were you with me all night?’ Katie asked, realising it was late morning.

‘I was. I needed to make sure you were ok, I wasn’t going to leave you after… that.’ He sighed.

‘Why didn’t you tell me before?’

Loki swallowed before answering. ‘I was scared you would run away, that you would be scared of me.’ He said truthfully.

Katie looked sad at that, that he had been so worried about scaring her away.

‘I guess I understand that. So many things make sense now… The women that you, uhh… sleep with regularly, do you drink from them?’ She asked quietly.

‘Yes.’ He nodded. ‘Feeding and sex usually go hand in hand, because of the high adrenaline in my body when doing either of those things, it brings out the other. The girls all rotate, because if I was to feed from one every day it would kill them. It gives them plenty of time to recover, while keeping my hunger satisfied.’ Loki explained.

Katie nodded in understanding. Though she couldn’t deny the immense jealousy that she felt towards the women.

‘I can’t thank you enough, Katie. For saving me last night.’ Loki picked her hand up and kissed her knuckles, making her heart flutter.

Katie was dismissed from her duties for a few days to recover. She was amazed at how much she slept, having slept most of the day then all through the night again. The following day, she spent it in bed watching TV or reading, and of course napping some more.

Loki checked in on her regularly, to make sure she was ok.

Then at night, she heard that he had company… Though she understood, now knowing he would die without… But still. Her heart ached. And so did something else.

Loki had just sank his cock into the girl, and was preparing to sink his teeth into her too, when he heard a noise.

Oh god, Loki. Why isn’t that me? I bet she’s in heaven right now already. I wonder when he starts to feed? The feeling…

Loki paused, hips against the girl who started to wriggle impatiently.

In the next room, at the same time, Katie was fingering herself when she suddenly heard what sounded like Loki’s voice, but in her mind.

I wish you would shut up, I can’t be doing with your incessant chatting tonight. If only you were my darling Katie, she can scream and make as much noise as she likes. I wonder what she sounds like when she comes? If when I sank my teeth into her was anything to go by, it must be delightful. God, she smelled and tasted so amazing. Like I’d always imagined.

Katie shot up and gasped. Had she really just heard that? Was she imagining it?

‘Loki? Are you alright?’ The girl under him asked.

Loki frowned, even with her body tightening around his cock, he couldn’t concentrate on her. All he wanted was Katie.

But he thought perhaps it was in his mind, so he tried to focus again and started moving his hips.

‘Bite me, please bite me already!’ She begged.

Loki growled internally. Then he heard it again and he sat back on his heels in shock.

Did I just hear Loki in my head? What the hell? Am I going crazy?

‘Loki?’

He ignored the girl and pulled out of her, without giving her another thought he rushed out of bed and hauled on his leather trousers on the way out the door. As he went to the door next to his, to Katie’s room, he stopped and closed his eyes to concentrate.

Katie… Can you hear me?

Katie had thought what she heard was just in her mind, but she heard it again and froze. She was too scared to think of anything, but it was hard to just turn her thoughts off. So Loki heard panicking thoughts flit through her mind.

He’d had enough waiting. He burst into her room to find her stumbling across the room towards the en-suite. She was naked and let out a screech, running back to the bed she grabbed the quilt and wrapped it around herself. Her cheeks were bright red.

Loki’s chest was heaving. He was hungry for her. In more ways than just one. He could not only smell her scent, but he could smell her arousal.

He crossed the room in a few large steps until he was right in her space. He reached up and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand.

‘I can hear your thoughts.’

‘I… I…’

‘I had no idea you felt the same way for me.’ He purred and lightly slid his hand down her arm, making goosebumps rise on her skin. Then he entwined his fingers with hers and brought her hand up to his nose, inhaling deeply.

Katie was slightly mortified, considering those fingers had just been buried inside of her, still covered in her arousal.

‘I… I didn’t want to say anything. I was scared you would chuck me out.’ She squeaked, unable to look him in the eye yet.

But Loki dropped her hand and tilted her chin up. ‘I didn’t tell you, because I didn’t want you to find out what I was. I didn’t want to hurt you, or scare you.’

‘Why can I hear your thoughts?’ Katie asked, squeezing her thighs together to try and get rid of the feeling. But Loki could still smell her wetness running down her thighs.

‘I have heard of it happening, rarely. When a vampire feeds from his soulmate, they are connected on a deep level.’

Katie’s eyes widened, but she felt her heart burst.

Loki slid his hand round to the back of her head, holding her still as he leaned in to kiss her hungrily. The two toppled down onto her bed, and his fangs soon came out to play… And Katie was more than eager to sate his needs.

In both ways.

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otonymous · 5 years

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Slick (SLBP Kyoichiro - NSFW)

Description: To turn up the heat with Kyoichiro, just add oil. Warnings: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language - reader discretion is advised Word Count: 2050 (~ 10 minutes of smut/fluff/angst; perfect for your morning or evening commute) AO3: Read here

Author’s Notes: I’m currently playing Kyoichiro’s route in SLBP and it is giving me feels left, right and center! So of course, I had to write about everyone’s favourite Sengoku era Robin Hood. Hope you all enjoy this messy, mixed bag of a story!

Tagging: all the other Kyoichiro fans that I can count on one hand 😆: @dear-mrs-otome, @quincette: THANK YOU BOTH for all the naked sprites @ieyasu-tacogawa: Because I live for your Kyoichiro nanban hero comic strips. @saizoswifey: Whose awesome Kyoichiro headcanons I may have read a million times once or twice Other lovely readers: @pseudofaux, @all-my-cuffs-have-buttons, @artemira-sengoku, @fieryanmitsu, @belxsar, @suzi-q-uinn, @otomediary

All characters & SLBP owned by Voltage Inc.

“Watch it, bumpkin!”

It was too late. The terracotta jug lay shattered on the shop floor, the golden liquid contained within slowly spreading out in concentric circles on the tatami.

Freezing in place at the jarring sound of the crash, you gradually bring yourself to face Kyoichiro, all the while mentally calculating how many years the accident will add to your indentured servitude. His eyes are wide, the whites almost swallowing up the vibrant peridot of his irises; their perfect roundness only challenged by the shape of his mouth suspended open in disbelief.

“Do. You. Have. Any. Idea. How. Expensive. Olive. Oil. Is?!”

If it wasn’t for the fact that Kyoichiro’s face was completely drained of colour, you might have been tempted to unleash your horrible habit of laughing when nervous. But his look of utter devastation channeled your jittery energy into quickly fetching a bowl from the kitchen instead, kneeling over to scoop up whatever was left of the liquid into its new container.

“I’m so sorry! There’s still a bit left. Look! A whole bowlful!” You venture a smile, raising the offering up to the prickly merchant for inspection. A hand shoots out to stop you in your tracks.

“Stop. Just stop. No one is going to want damaged goods and I sure as hell am not going to stake my good reputation on trying to pawn off merchandise that’s less than pristine. Keep it for yourself bumpkin…”

Your eyes lift in surprised glee.

“…you’ll just work off the entire cost of the jug. Gods, you’ll be here for a million years.”

Only to drop again like the stone that sinks to the pit of your stomach.

“Why are you naked?!”

“Really? You come into my room, throw something at my face and that’s the first thing you think to say? What is that anyways? Don’t tell me that’s the olive oil you spilled earlier?”

The look of indignation leaves your face as you consider Kyoichiro’s words, feeling guilty for the second time today. But evidently not guilty enough to avert your eyes from his body, your gaze drifting from his broad chest to the firm grid of his torso and finally, to the dark shadow trailing down his pelvis, the tantalizing preview cut short by the scarlet haori held up around his waist. You discretely clear your throat before continuing.

“I-I thought you were a ninja of Iga, creeping around the way you did! My body just reacted and tried to attack you with the only thing I had on hand. But why are you naked in the first place?”

Kyoichiro shakes his head in exasperation.

“Your furry, freeloading comrade happened to lose control of his bowels when I carried him home tonight, making a mess of Ishikawa Goemon’s extremely expensive, scalloped nanban shirt. As such, I thought it prudent to clean up by the well outside before bringing the stench indoors. But I suppose you just had to add insult to injury by dousing me in oil the second I entered my own home. Bah, it’s all over the place!”

Securing the haori around his waist, Kyoichiro struggles to wipe the oil from his face, grimacing as his glancing touches prove unsuccessful.

“Here, let me help.”

Gingerly, you approach him, his balled-up fists rubbing at his eyes the way a child does when fighting sleep. The sight imparts an air of vulnerability to the seemingly invincible man that gives you pause.

“You really got me good this time, bumpkin.”

His voice, soft despite the accusation in his words, jolts you from the thicket of your thoughts, and you carefully bring your hands up to cradle his cheeks, thumbs gently sweeping along the thick fan of lashes lining his closed eyes. The contact makes Kyoichiro’s breath hitch, and the sensation of his jaw relaxing under your palms makes you brave.

“Kyoichiro, you must know by now how...how I long for you.”

It was true. Slowly but steadily, your fellow runaway had unobtrusively crept into your heart like smoke from his kiseru pipe, clinging to its deepest recesses the way the scent of tobacco clung to your clothes. Unlikely though it was, his acerbic tongue only served to accentuate the kindness behind his actions, and it wasn’t long before you found yourself wishing to be the sole recipient of his special brand of tenderness.

But your admission is met with an excruciating silence, only broken by the sound of him removing your hands from his face to fall impotently by your sides. His wavering voice, so low as to almost be a whisper, is heartbreakingly raw when he responds:

“You’ve got the wrong person. I’m not the man you think you’re in love with.”

Kyoichiro makes to leave, turning away from you.

Stop running!

“Tell me who you are then, so I can judge for myself!”

Your voice turns shrill in its desperation as your hand whips out to grab his retreating body, only to catch onto his haori, the luxurious fabric unravelling from his tapered hips with a flourish that was as dramatic as the man himself.

Hardly cognizant of the fact that your jaw had dropped, your gaze traverses the trails blazed by the viscous oil that had continued to run down his body during your heated exchange, the faint sheen highlighting every solid plane and sharp angle in the moonlight. A sudden heat courses through you and you swallow dryly, feeling parched in the presence of the cool drink of water that was a bared Kyoichiro.

“Is it not enough to strip me emotionally that you also feel the need to strip me physically too?!”

The dusting of pink on his cheeks has now reached the tips of his ears, and you heave an inward sigh of disappointment as his large hands move to cover up a groin that couldn’t quite be masked despite their size.

“Fine! You say you hate ninjas because we keep everything close to our hearts, always unwilling to take the first step in trusting anyone. Consider this my attempt at meeting you halfway then!”

Caught up in the heat of the moment, you reach behind you to untie your obi, hands tugging at your kimono until it falls in a disheveled heap by your feet. It isn’t until the cool night air sends a shiver through your naked body that you feel slightly sheepish at your impulsive behaviour.

For once however, Kyoichiro’s smart mouth is rendered speechless by the sight of you before him. No, he can tell by the artless way your fingers clench and unclench into nervous fists at your side that this is no ploy of a kunoichi; that maybe, just maybe, you are being honest with him. Perhaps then, he could be honest with you. After all, the unveiling of your secret skin conspired with the mystery of your curves to ignite a fire within him like no other, and even Kyoichiro had to admit that the body doesn’t lie.

“Please Kyo! What can I do to make you love me?” Your plea comes out in a rasp as you move to close the distance.

“I don’t deserve your lo—.”

Unwilling to listen to another disparaging word, you press your lips to his, allowing the sounds to die in your throat as your tongue slips into his mouth to swallow his bitterness for your own.

“Let me be the one to decide that.”

His eyes, dark with desire, fixate on your mouth as you leave that whisper on his lips. Finally released from the bounds of propriety, your hungry hands fly over Kyoichiro’s body, his shaky breaths encouraging your fingers to continue gliding over every dip and peak, borne on the slick oil coating his hot skin. How many nights have you lain awake, hands moving furiously between your legs, imagining this very moment?

Linking your fingers behind his neck, you press the length of your body insistently to his, relishing in the slippery slide of your supple flesh against his firm muscles and caring not a whit about the mess. And when you finally feel his hesitant hands alight on your skin, infinitely careful in their reciprocity, your ecstatic joy has you arching into his touch.

Kyoichiro’s breathing becomes shallow when you tiptoe up to suck the tender flesh of his neck into your mouth, his groan only adding to your desire to mark him boldly enough to necessitate the buttoning of every last button on his collared shirt for weeks to come.

“Hmm! You don’t — ah!…don’t understand. I’m not a good man.” Kyoichiro utters his confession in between moans, his eyes half-lidded as you make to straddle his lap on the hurriedly made futon. His cock pulsates under the undulating pressure of your hand, stroking torturously from thick base to smooth tip and back again. At his protest, you slow your movements to take in the expression on his face, asking,

“Kyo, do you want this? Do you want…me?”

He closes his eyes, their corners damp with the unfathomable weight of profound sorrow as he solemnly nods in affirmation. Of course he wanted you. He’s wanted you ever since the day he first saw your face, when the clenching grip around his heart made him bristle and unleash ugly words designed to keep you at arm’s length. He didn’t want you to sully yourself by associating with him, damaged and dripping in sin as he was. The way you made him feel was altogether much too good for him, far surpassing his worth as either Narukami Kyoichiro or Ishikawa Goemon.

Breathing a sigh of relief at his response, your lips taste the salt of his tears as they kiss them away. “I’m glad. Because if a man like you is considered bad, then I don’t want to be good.”

His eyes snap open to stare into yours, a softness pervading their emerald depths as the wall of ice starts to melt, signalling you to slowly lower yourself onto him while studying his face to catch every wisp of emotion. The endeavour proves difficult however, as the delicious sensation of being overwhelmingly filled threatens to drive every semblance of thought from your mind as surely as the moans leaving your lips.

Wrapping your legs tightly about Kyoichiro’s waist, you start the slow rock of your pelvis into his hips, each swing ending in a grind of your sensitive clit against the hardness of his groin, already glistening from the commingled smears of olive oil and your mutual arousal.

With you still perched on his lap, Kyoichiro takes your breast into his mouth, and you delight to find that his clever tongue is as skilled with pleasure as it is with sarcasm. Suddenly, you start from the sensation of his teeth lightly grazing your nipple, earning a chuckle from him as he cheekily says, “Can’t have you being the only one with tricks up their sleeve tonight, now can we?”

“Do you always have to have the last word?”

“Yes, at least when it comes to your pleasure.”

And with that, Kyoichiro lays himself flat on the futon, his strong arms keeping you in place above him as his hips thrust up impossibly fast from below, hitting all the right angles to make your mouth gape open in a silent scream. The addition of his thumb drawing slippery circles about your clit proves to be altogether too much for you to take, and your climax has you collapsing onto Kyoichiro’s chest, panting as he tightens his grip on your ass to chase his own release.

“So, about that olive oil. Seeing as the final dregs were used on you, perhaps you can cut me a deal and shave a few years off my debt?”

You pose the question to Kyoichiro, angling your head to face him as you lay on his chest, basking in the afterglow of intercourse and the sound of his heartbeat against your ear. One look at the mischief on your flushed, smiling face is all it takes for him to know that you are the one thing he cannot give up.

“I think not, bumpkin. You see, I’ve already decided to never let you go.”

Incredible. Also, slightly sexy.

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white-sockss · 5 years

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august 26, 2019. 7:00 pm.

sorry for disappearing for a couple of days with no updates. my bad. but i’m back!! i was in a weird/bad mindset for a couple of days and i didn’t want to project negative energy but i’m alright for now. today is a monday. on friday, my cousin wanted to go shopping because he was bored so i tagged along. i felt fat because of the small binge i had the night before but i missed hanging out with him so i sucked it up. i knew i would be eating with him so i just has to prep myself for it. looking at myself in the mirror was difficult when i was getting ready. i looked gross and fat. we shopped for a couple of hours but we got bored pretty fast. we caught up and talked for a bit, then around 7/8 we got hungry so we decided to try out this american malt shop that everybody was hyping up. i could feel myself becoming more and more anxious as we got closer to the place, but i continued to talk to my cousin as normal as i could. when we got there, i got an oreo malt (or like a milkshake) and it was fuckin huge but SO fucking GOOD. i got a grilled cheese with honey glaze, fries and onion rings. since i’m vegetarian, the selection was already small but this place offered some vegetarian options which i was happy about!! i was craving grilled cheese for the longest and oh my god... was it worth it.... but the grease.. the calories... me and him shared a big thing of onion rings and my meal came with fries. while we ate, we didn’t talk much because we were so hungry so it allowed me to think about each bite i was eating and the guilt that followed each swallow. but i couldn’t stop. my fat ass kept eating until i felt 9 months pregnant. went home, ate a little bit more and then tried to purge with no results. i felt horrible. i tried to exercise even though it was like 10 at night and i couldn’t move for the rest of the night because it felt like i had a huge lump in my stomach (i technically did lol). i regret to say this, but after i couldn’t purge, i took like 6 laxatives. then 2. then 4. i ended up taking 12 laxatives in a span of about 6-8 hours. and i’m still feeling the effects today!!! like fuckin 3 days later!! 12 is the most i’ve ever taken and my god did it fuck me up. i would not recommend.

on saturday, i spent most of the day on the toilet. i decided to do a fast for a couple of days because i felt so horrible and guilty about the past 2 days (and the fact that i couldn’t get rid of my mistakes). and then me and my mom went grocery shopping. i bought about $65 worth of food (mostly drinks and low cal shit). the laxatives hit me so fuckin hard at the store and i had to cut the shop short lol. when i got home, i literally had no energy to draw or to do anything. i just watched mukbangs and binge/restriction videos for the entire night. on sunday, i has no energy to get out of bed, so i just stayed in bed for the entire day. woke up at 5 pm and just continued to sleep. everytime i was awake, i was constantly thinking about food. i was craving pizza so fucking BAD and i just wanted to order it and binge, but i didn’t. i wanted the halo top in the fridge so bad. i wanted to binge so bad, but i had no energy to get out of bed and when i did to go to the bathroom, i felt so faint and dizzy that i couldn’t be fucked to stand up for more than 2 seconds lol. i couldn’t sleep because i was thinking of food. i just wanted pizza. that was all that was on my mind. i then just went on tumblr and scrolled through ed tags and felt slightly better. it feels nice to know i’m not in this alone. i wasn’t able to slee until 6 am, and woke up today at 2 pm.

i felt better today then i did yesterday, but i was still faint and really weak. i couldn’t even keep myself upright in the shower. it was weird. i haven’t weighed myself since thursday. so i decided it was time. i still have fat on my stomach, and i knew i wouldn’t be pleased with the number but whatever. let’s just say i wasn’t pleased with the number lol but i could deal with it. i then wanted to break my fast because i didn’t feel too good so i went upstairs to eat. open house for my school is tomorrow and i don’t want to feel weak/want to pass out while walking around. i was also going to hang out with a friend afterwards, which might lead to eating fast food/just food in general so i wanted to prep myself in a way. guess who ending up chewing and spitting the entire kitchen?!?! this bitch. “ate” some vietnamese desserts, rice, green beans, peanut butter, some fruits, like 3/4 of halo top, 6 taro buns, etc. i can’t remember what else but i c/s most of it but i did swallow somethings. i literally filled an entire grocery bag filled with food i chewed. i had to get rid of the evidence so i went outside in bum clothing and chucked that shit in the trash can. during my binge. i was literally checking out dominos and pizza hut and tempting myself to buy a pizza but i was worried my dad would come home and see me pigging out so i didn’t order it (but i really fucking wanted to!!!). after i finished eating, i felt sick eating all that sugar, but i wasn’t overly filled like i usually was when i binged. i still wanted to get rid of some of the food because i felt kinda bad about eating so i gave it an hour. i know the calories already set in, but i just don’t like the feeling of food inside of me. my dad came home around 6:30 and i was kinda scared to purge but i did anyways. loud music + running water. i was actually able to get stuff up (which made me so happy?? that’s so fucked up to even say but it’s true) and i just kept on going but i was so paranoid my dad was going to catch me, so i stopped after 20 mins. i still have good inside of me, but i’m ok with it i think. i don’t feel sick or anything. just. fine. for the rest of the day, i might just drink some low cal drinks and water and then we’ll see about tomorrow. hopefully i’m not bloated and fucked up tomorrow. i want to be looking decent for open house and i’m hoping i can purge tomorrow’s food if i eat. fingers crossed. i hope you guys are doing ok. :-) or better than me at least lol

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I am so tired, I feel like I say this on a regular basis about being tired. It’s been very demanding in this place recently that is, I have been struggling though. I’ve been wanting to be sick seeing blood which is stupid, I blame the pregnancy but I suck it up and get along with it. I’m just excited because I am slowly becoming independent with my profession, I can see them putting me on tests. They overlooked me doing my first surgery kind of on my own, I still had someone there but it’s moving in the right direction. But it’s been demanding, like today. I got a phone call in the middle of the night, I’m needed. I was totally in to being just in my bed but I came here, I have an appointment for the baby today too so technically I’m supposed to be off but they needed staff. I wanted to be in this profession so I am taking it, I’m happy though just tired happy. Maurice on the other hand, he texts me everyday first line is always now, is the baby ok? I’m like I can’t feel shit at the moment but I know the baby is kicking my ass with the sickness, he’s sweet. For the past week he’s text me everyday, he’s not left California. He’s always there for me, I am just trying to digest the fact he is married to someone he don’t want. I mean surely as a woman you know that, be the woman and let him be free. It’s just crazy to even think, I feel sorry for him and I really don’t know what to do with that kind of situation at all.

I’m awake now anyways so I might as well stay awake, I have an appointment and I have yet to tell my dad. Even my mom is like oh not that day, well today is the day I’m going to my appointment and my mom is adamant in going so I guess my mom will meet Maurice. All I know is Leon better hurry up the bitch, I want to eat food. He said he will meet me in iHop to have breakfast before he goes to work, I miss Leon. I don’t think I am going to tell Tif about being pregnant just her but with Leon I am, I love Tif but since she got married she has changed on me. I think it is because of Maurice but that is not my fault, I didn’t ask to fall in love at all “I am so sorry, taking the bus is such a fucking drag. I need to get a car” sliding out of the booth “it’s ok, so glad you came. Such sort notice, you sure you ain’t going to be late” hugging Leon, missed my friend “no I won’t, I’m sure those people can pick out their own phone plan” I chuckled moving back “I am so happy to see you like this, you had me scared when I came. You didn’t want to say so I left but are you ok now?” Nodding my head as I slid back into the booth “I’m hopeful I guess, I’m ok now but how is work? And boy, when you going to give me a damn discount on my contract?” Leon waved me off “Sprint don’t give me shit either, please” laughing at Leon, he was really not the guy for education but he tried and then he decided to give up.

These pancakes are the one, I moaned out “you ok over there? You ain’t making a pool over there?” Leon pointed his fork at me “I am hungry, look I was asleep comfortably. Then my work phone goes off, you know I keep that on loud. It’s like three in the morning, can you come in now. Emergency, now you know they going to give me the shit because I’m working towards that. I said yes, so I get there and it wasn’t even something I do. But it was a shot wound, the bullet was lodged but it’s ok. He’s alive, but I don’t like how they think I will jump out of bed but I’ll over it” waving my hand picking up my juice “y’all work so hard though, I’m happy for my friend. Was he cute?” Raising my eyebrows as I drank my juice “who?” I said confused “the guy that got shot?” Leon is awful “he was light skinned, tattoos. I think so” I shrugged “always the cute ones that get shot at” shaking my head laughing, he is so stupid “did he have a big dick?” I near choked on my pancake “can you please!” I said with my mouthful “I’m playing girl, I’m playing” he chuckled waving me off.

I swear he’s late but I won’t say anything “so friend, who hurt you? Why was you upset that day? I still need to know” letting out a deep sigh “just something I found out but also I was hormonal” Leon stared at me like I was crazy “I’m sorry but you looked awful, was it that guy? I swear I will fight him for you” everyone wants to fight Maurice, he better be careful “and you pregnant aren’t you?” Leon said it eyeballing me poking his lips out “unprotected sex equals baby, I said this Robyn Willis, I said it. You do not listen to me, you was sick in the morning. You pregnant, by some good dick I am guessing. That love making causes you to have a baby” Leon pointed at me, I can’t deny it because it’s true. Leon knows and I can’t lie to him “things happen” I said in a whisper “did you learn anything in school” I gasped, he is saying that to me “protection, plan B at least. I know you wanted to feel him but boy you got him, so is it true?” He knows always already “I am pregnant” Leon rolled his eyes smirking “you really about to be someone mother, girl you never even spoke about kids. Well if that nigga don’t want to know uncle Leon does, are you happy?” Smiling a little “I am ok, I told my mom and she really got emotional but it’s happened and I am not going to get rid of it. But I really need you to not tell Tif, keep this between us please?” I wish for her to not know “oh yeah, Tif been off with me. I called her during the time you was to so upset, I said what happened and she said. Now do not say anything, she said well she wants to fuck around with a nigga that don’t care, who has sex on the first day, she don’t know him. I goes Tif, sis. You had sex with a guy from a club it happens, I don’t know what be happening in Texas, she changed” that fucking bitch, I will beat her fucking ass with my baby.

Grabbing my bag as Leon and I walked out “so you think us living together will never happen?” I feel bad, he has always wanted to move into an apartment with me “I mean if you’re ok with a baby, I supposed. I am single anyways so we can, it can’t be a dick party though” Leon laugh out “I always wanted that, drop the baby off at the grandparents and there you go. Dick party” he is crazy, Leon held the door open for me as we walked out “maybe, but don’t be so damn hearted. We can still do it, you not upset that I am are you?” Leon turned to me “no girl, I guess I am a dad” hitting his as I hugged him “thank you for not changing on me, it’s going to be a ride” Leon squeezed me “never, you was my first friend. Let’s not forget she joined us” he got a point there “does he know? The baby daddy?” Stuffing my hands in my jacket pockets “he does, he wants to be in the baby’ life” Leon rolled his eyes “I need to meet this man, don’t forget that but you take care and I will let you know when I get fired” Leon kissed me cheek as he walked off, he twirled around “I love you biiiittchhh, I ain’t never gonna stop loving you biiittch” Leon pointed at me shouting “love you too bitch” I said back to him, I guess that is one down.

Placing my bag on the front seat of my car, time to go home and face my dad. My mom has made my dad take a day off, I told her not too because I don’t think dad will want to go but she did and now I’m like oh my god. I’ve been putting it off, there has been one point where I was going to say it but I stopped myself. My phone started ringing, luckily it ain’t my work one anyways. Picking my phone out from my bag, Maurice is actually calling me instead of texting. Answering the call “hello?” He just texts usually “hey, is everything ok?” Here he is “everything is ok” he knows that “just you read my message and then never text me back so I was like is she ok, so I called” I must have did while speaking to Leon “my mistake, I was with my friend and I lost track of time and I did see it but I was talking. You know me, how are you anyways?” Seems quiet where he is “I’m fine just got some meeting and then meeting you, do you want me to pick you up or see you there?” Smiling at the fact he asked “I’ll see you there but I didn’t tell you but my mom will be there, she knows of you but not the whole reason but that is something I will tell her, you are still coming?” It may be daunting for him “uh yeah, don’t mean I ain’t nervous about that but I will be there. Do you hate me?” He’s already asked me this “I didn’t say anything about hating, I said let’s just think about the baby” he’s still married and I am just still thinking about everything “ok, I will see you later then. Call me if you need anything, love you Robyn” swallowing hard closing my eyes “I love you too Maurice” he knows I does, he feels insecure and I know it.

Closing my front door “Robyn, I thought you was coming home straight away?” I forgot I said that to my mom “I was but I met Leon, hi dad” he is sat staring at his phone, he’s not replied to me has my mom told him “oh hey baby, sorry your auntie just complaining about life over text” my dad looked up from his phone “Robyn” my mom said my name, looking over at my mom not wanting to break my dad’ heart. He only has one child and I’m just like the rebel, god this is terrible “Thomas, your daughter needs to speak to you” my mom has had enough and is taking it into her own hands “what is it now? Are you wanting to move with Leon again?” My mom grabbed my hand and navigated me to the couch, sitting down next to my mom I am so scared. I’m not scared of my dad but the fact he’s going to be upset with me, I didn’t use my brain or protection. They don’t know this man “ok, I am all ears. What is it?” My poor dad, he is going to be so sad “Robyn, please speak to him” my mom held my hand “I hope I get to find out what the hell happened with my daughter when you got back from New York?” I cringed, he is still angry at that “dad” I paused looking at his face “how do you feel if I was to say you was going to be a grandparent?” I don’t know what else to say “by who?” He said confused “me?” I pointed at myself, his smile slowly faded “Robyn Willis, what are you trying to say to me?” This is no joke now “it just happened, I can’t explain dad. I was all sad like this because of my hormones” my dad shot up, he didn’t even want to hear me “don’t say those words to me” looking up at my dad scared as shit “listen to her Thomas, stop being irrational” my mom spoke up for me “dad I’m pregnant” I just said it “by who!!?” His voice bounced around the room, his voice raised to new highs I have never heard “I didn’t raise this? What do you mean pregnant? Don’t fucking come into my house saying pregnant, no!” He shouted “so you’re saying you went New York and came back pregnant!? Is that it?” He’s not wrong but it was in Texas “I didn’t predict this” I said in my defence “whoring yourself around does!” He called me a whore “and you knew? My daughter is pregnant by some random man?? Huh, Terry?” Now he’s attacking my mom “Thomas she’s my daughter, she needs me” my dad stormed out, he’s so angry.

I don’t want to ruin my parents marriage “mom I’m sorry” I apologized “baby, don’t ok?” Putting my head down “dad hates me, he thought so highly of me” I don’t like it “let him calm down, he’s gone out and I will speak to him. I know he’s very angry right now, he’s hurt. This man he doesn’t know for his daughter pregnant, he does see you in such a high vision but I do too. I believe when you say you love him, I want to see him and this is before your dad does. We will go to the appointment together, I am not going to disown my daughter. You’re a clever girl, I raised a clever girl and I know this didn’t happen on purpose. He will calm down, you didn’t ruin anything. You’re his baby, he wanted what every father wants. His daughter to have sex during marriage” my mom giggled “doesn’t happen anymore but just let’s look to the future, do this together. It’s nice to know he wants to know, just your dad may get a little more overprotective over you now, he will be like a dog with a bone with him” wrapping my arms around my mom “you mean the world to me” She has my heart this woman.

I am a little nervous for my mom to see Maurice, she is very determined to see him. My dad never came home before we left “you think dad will forgive me? I don’t want to disappoint him at all, he mean so much to me” my mom looked at me in sadness “let him accept it, give him space. You’re having a baby by this man, let him digest that” Nodding my head, Maurice better hurry up before I go inside. He said he will be here any minute yet “are you nervous seeing him?” I said to my mom “me? No, but you are” side eyeing my mom “cheeky” I chuckled, looking around me “hey Robyn, what you doing out here?” The perks of working here, not this exact department but you get to know other people “hello …” I dragged out “see I know you by face but I am so bad with names” he laughed “you do this to me all the time, Damon?” Letting out an oh and hit his arm “you trying to say I got bad memory but I’m here for me” He can’t work out which department and he doesn’t even work there so that’s ok “cool, nice seeing you. I never forget your name, but see you around” waving him off, Damon is handsome. He’s white, well he’s quarter black but I don’t see it “my daughter the flirt” my mom said in my ear “I’m not, I’m just friendly” it is friendly “hey” I jumped looking ahead of me “Jesus!” I spat, why does Maurice creep on me like this “I was here, you was busy talking to that guy” he made it clear to know he saw “ok, good” I retorted, he is not impressed.

Maurice is wearing shades so he can hide his emotions behind that, he looks handsome. Ok let me stop staring “so Maurice, this is mom. Mom this is Maurice” Maurice took his shades off “this is your mom?” Maurice said in shock “sorry, I didn’t think. Nice to meet you” Maurice got his hand out, I didn’t think my mom would but she shook his hand “you look to very young, wow” pulling a face at him “you’re probably used to seeing old around you” after seeing his family, that was rude of me actually “so you’re the man that got my daughter pregnant” this is awkward, I wish she wouldn’t “I’ve heard a lot about you, I am happy you have stepped up but it doesn’t mean I am happy that we are meeting like this. Whatever you did to hurt my daughter don’t do it again, she means a lot to us” the shame “mom, please. Just leave him alone” this is so bad, very awkward too.

I am sat between my mom and Maurice, I mean I am sat between the two people I love, I wish my dad was here but then that is just pushing it. I have a feeling my dad will dislike Maurice because he’s already seen my sadness, he knows it’s was to do with a boy because I went there to see him. This is awkward, like my mom is not speaking and neither is Maurice. I feel like I am a teenager that got caught pregnant, there is many of couples here. A couple that looks like they are on their third child, they work fast. That cannot be me, one is enough even though it was never planned. Dragging my eyes to the side of me and noticing Maurice’ splint is off “is your hand better now?” I asked him, he seems to be in a daze but I soon got him out of it “erm” he lifted his hand up “maybe?” So he’s taken is off “that is bad for you, you’re supposed to get confirmation from your doctor” reaching over and grabbing his hand lightly, moving it over to me closer “where exactly did you hurt it? Was it a fracture?” He pointed over with his free hand and at his knuckle, resting his hand on top of mine. With my free hand I lightly ran it over the top of his hand “you know, your hand is still sore with injury, you just have really hurt it” applying pressing to his knuckle and bingo, he whinced in pain “now you can put it back on, you have not healed. Whoever the doctor that is seeing you with that hand is stupid, he should have put a cast on it. He’s let you off with a splint, just put it back on when you get back” his hand is very much still that, looking up at him and catching his glare. He is staring at me in awe, I looked away “here is your hand back” placing his back on his lap, let me keep my hands to myself.

I should really keep my hands to myself, just here touching him “who is that guy Bonita?” I couldn’t help but smile, when he calls me that face to face it makes me giggle “what guy Maurice?” Turning my head to him “outside the hospital, I saw him” I knew it “just a guy, he can also speak Spanish. You ain’t unique” Maurice bit his bottom lip Nodding his head knowing I am lying “why you lying for? There is nobody like me” rolling my eyes “google translate is a thing, don’t play me” just because he can speak Spanish “speak something now then, google can’t help you now” he is right but wrong “mi amor, see I know” he busted out laughing “Volveremos juntos pronto” he is so annoying “what does that mean? Wait, say it again into my phone so I can know” his phone started ringing “oh too late now” he got his phone out from his pocket, I did check the I.D before he answered it said Lawyer but you never know, could be his wife. He got up and walked out, I always forget he is married “I felt very awkward sitting here” my mom said, I forgot she was here “why?” I barely did anything “I just felt I was not needed, the touching. The flirting, the giggling. I saw it, you didn’t” I don’t know what she is even speaking about, I did no such thing.

Best news ever, besides Robyn being pregnant but the letter has been sent off. My divorce is being processed, this is going to happen quick. She can read that and then leave that home so I can sell it, I can then move here. Walking back inside the waiting room, Robyn ain’t lying but my hand does still hurt. I thought I was going to be late so I kind of ran out after I had a shower, I was speaking to my lawyer and I forgot the time. Sitting next to Robyn, placing my jacket in my lap. I am hot now “you have a nice watch” staring at Robyn thinking she spoke but it was her mom, looking down at my wrist “thank you” I am so shocked at Robyn’ mom she is young and so pretty, I am impressed “so what do you do?” I’m sure Robyn May have said it “I manage hotels, my dad inherited hotels and he is passing them down to me” nice way of saying it “Davenport hotels, Robyn already told me. I am hoping you’re not like every rich man we all hear about, that you are going to be around. My daughter don’t need your money either, you’re twenty nine so I am shocked you’re not settled but I am not sure how this works with your family but we don’t want trouble” what does she mean with that “there is no trouble, I’m moving here so I am not playing around if you think that. I will still be traveling but here is my new home” I decided that “you are!?” Robyn spat in shock “yeah” she didn’t know “Robyn Willis” a nurse said her name.

Walking behind Robyn and her mom, I find this crazy that she is but also I wasn’t stupid on things “oh my god Deja!” hearing Robyn say “no way, I didn’t think it would be you. Oh my god” closing the door behind “Robyn, I saw your name and I was like that is not the Robyn I knew. She can’t be with child, no way” I guess they know each other “I am so shook right now” sitting down seeing them both look so happy about seeing each other “mom this is Deja, we kind of studied together for the first year but she went off to an Obgyn. I was always thinking about you. Look at you! You made it” feeling a tap on my shoulder, looking over at Robyn’ mom “let’s change seats, you sit here” nodding my head getting up “girl, it’s been hard. I am so happy Robyn, what about you? Please tell me you made it” I can’t believe I never saw her here “I work here but on the other side, I am doing my residency. I am so close to being a surgeon, so close. I saw Damon, weird thing is I see him but never you” Robyn sat down finally “I am always here, he does no work but there is always some girl in need but is Tiffany still loud as ever? Did she ever get far” I am guessing she speaking about Kellen wife “she didn’t even step into a hospital, she got married. She wants to a housewife” Deja gasped “Kellen!?” Deja said “no way, I am telling you now when she found out he had money she decided against it. I don’t get what he actually sees because let’s not forget” these two are here for an appointment not a butch “let’s fucking not, Kellen should have got with you. I love Tif, I do. She is not loyal, we need to catch up. Everything just got so hard but wow” kill me now, this is so boring. Deja is pretty actually, Kellen really made the wrong decision “so we don’t need no introduction do we?” Deja said, Robyn laughed “so my mom and this is Kellen’ cousin” I have a name, frowning at Robyn “I have seen him before” Robyn eyed her up “how?” Robyn is straight rude, I have a name “he is Maurice, I do remember him. He was at a party a few years back, Hollywood hills. Doesn’t mean I did anything, me and my homegirl went and I did actually speak to you briefly” Deja pointed at me “we did?” I don’t remember “yes we did, I didn’t know you was Kellen’ cousin though. Nothing happened though” Deja laughed, thank you god that nothing did “oh, wow. Everyone knew you besides me” Robyn said through gritted teeth.

Robyn and this girl is doing nothing but talk, where is my baby I want the damn baby “how weird is this, I am here doing your scan. How time flies, gosh. You said to me, I remember. Kids? Who wants them at a young age but I am so happy for you” Deja said, clearing my throat “so what are you looking at on that screen?” I am about bored “checking to see the baby, there is much a baby there. One sac, so you are having just one. Congratulations to the both of you, your baby is a little ball so it’s on it’s side which makes it hard. The foetus is eight weeks, just exactly” my smile grew “so it was the first night” it came out of my mouth, I felt all eyes on me “erm yeah, just saying” Deja laughed “men think it’s an achievement, how long you both been together?” she asked “erm not long, it just happened” Robyn answered, Robyn got pregnant that first night we had sex, like my babies worked hard. I am so emotional deep down “oh yes, we have a heartbeat” my eyes widened “heartbeat? Already” the sound came on slowly, hearing the thumbing of a heartbeat “what a beautiful sound, and the baby will not participate but it’s bundled up” she turned the screen around, getting up from the chair “that is a baby?” I said in amazement “look at it, that is my grandchild” Robyn’ mom said, staring at my baby. I can’t believe that it’s my baby, it’s my child, something to love me. Feeling a hand touch mine, looking down at Robyn which caused the tears in my eyes fall “thug tears” I defended myself, I had too. Robyn looked at me so lovingly, it warmed my heart “told you Maurice, something to be here for” nodding my head, leaning down and kissing Robyn’ forehead. I don’t know if she wanted that or not but I did, Robyn continued to hold my hand “are you ok?” Robyn’ mom is here, I forgot “uh yeah” too many emotions right now.

I am so happy, I am about to be a dad. Something I didn’t think would happen to me, I am in love. Things seems to be looking up, Robyn say next to me but placed her hand on my thigh as she did. Robyn is being very touchy with me. I realised this so much, today she has been touchy with me but I like it “scan pictures would you like one or two copies?” Deja asked “two, one for Maurice as we are not together” she said if “oh right, ok” Deja walked off “is that why you was crying so much you both split up? You both barely started?” Robyn’ mom piped up, I didn’t think about Robyn and I not being together but we ain’t are we “mom, please. Not now” Deja hold out the scan picture “the best I can do, Baby was like leave me alone I am sleeping” staring down at this tiny call, I can see it’s on its side too. That is weird, how tiny this thing is and it’s eight weeks. I got her pregnant on the first night, that is a new win for me. Blessings, this child has saved me and it doesn’t even know it “my number Robyn, we need to keep in contact” I am guessing her mom doesn’t know about me, I am not sure I want to even tell her I am married, hopefully divorced soon.

Answering the phone call from Tina “hello? Hope you ain’t drunk again” She be calling at the most stupid times, hope this ain’t some drunken call “Maurice, I’m not. Just I never got to tell you thank you, the party was the best. The hospitality was everything, I just wanted to say thank you” that’s nice of her “it’s ok, anything for you” walking towards the elevator “aww you’re so cute but I need another favour, I need to use your hotels in London for another show” there is another fashion show in London “for sure, send it to Ally and she will handle it. I’m busy currently” I don’t feel like going New York to deal with that “also wondering if you was coming to London” stepping onto the elevator “I have just come back from London, I’m in California for a while” a bunch of girls came on the elevator also, moving back a little with Robyn and her mom “I am in Cali, we should meet then and talk it over” rolling my eyes, of course she is here. Catching one of the girls just staring at me “well sure, just send me a text. I’m not sure about London, I may be able to come for a while but we can discuss it later” saying to Tina while I stared back at this girl “ok, speak soon Maurice” disconnecting the call, why is she staring at me “you’re Maurice, you’re a socialite” I am guessing she knows me “yeah, have we met before?” This is off “just seen of you at events” all of her friends just stared at me “oh ok” the fuck else am I going to say “who is he?” Can they keep this conversation to themselves “he owns Davenport hotels, he’s recently acclaimed Santa Monica hotel” thank you god, this is our floor.

How do people know that I got that, it’s California. The trash things I do if came here or Vegas so it’s never good “made a name for yourself” looking behind me “me?” I said confused “yes, you’re well known” Robyn’ mom said “a little but not by choice, I go to a lot of events and I do meet and see these people but I really do forget who I meet but I won’t even forgetting Robyn’ face” Robyn is not amused “that makes me sick” She retorted walking by me “I know we met like this, I wish things were better. I won’t play your daughter and I will be here for my child, the thing with me and your daughter is a working progress. I am waiting for her to want me back, sorry if this stressed you out” I felt like I needed to apologise to her mom, I can only imagine how stressed she was to see her daughter like that.

Stuffing my hands in my pockets, walking Robyn to her car. Stood at the side of the car “Robyn I don’t know them girls” Robyn’ mom closed the car door “I never had them like that if you think that, we had a good time together today. It’s been one of the best days ever, to see my baby. Nobody comes before you, I promise you this Robyn. I want you back” Robyn shrugged “look it’s not my business, you just do your part and be a baby daddy” she is annoyed “ok, you been making jibes at me all day. I get it, you single. Fine whatever, just let me know about the next scan date” I forgot what the woman said about the date “you know what though, I get I messed up big time but I do want you. You know this” she been annoying me about little things she says “today was nice” she said but I walked off, I am annoyed.

#chrianna #chrianna ff #fanfic #fanfiction

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Killing Eve: Episode Analysis

*SPOILERS*

Season 1, Episode 4 - Sorry Baby

We start the episode at Bill’s funeral where Frank is speaking in behalf of Bill’s colleagues. Frank’s speech about Bill is particularly comfortable as Frank gets everything wrong about him, Frank says;

Bill’s colleagues “really really liked him” - there’s absolutely no sentiment in this and only says Bill’s colleagues really likes him, he doesn’t even include himself in that statement. He’s just saying the most generic things you could possibly say in a eulogy about someone you didn’t know at all.

Bill was “a very loud man” - not appropriate to say at a funeral at all really, he’s insulting him more than anything.

Bill was “a man who had time for everybody” - Eve say this isn’t correct, “no he didn’t”.

Bill “was truly a traditional man” - from Bill’s conversation with Eve about kinks, falling in love with many men and marrying his wife because he “really wanted a baby”, we know Bill was definitely not traditional

He continues to talk about Bill’s leadership and how he’d be lucky to “get a chocolate finger by lunch” because Bill “liked his biscuit Wednesdays” - again not appropriate and more of an insult than anything.

Not only does he get everything wrong but it was evident in S1E1, when Frank wasn’t invited to Bill’s birthday karaoke and Bill wanted to call Frank a “dick swab”, that they were not friends at all.

When we see Villanelle back in her apartment, she’s decorated with a big cake and balloons for Konstantin’s ‘birthday’. She did this big display to try to distract Konstantin from the fact that she had been “naughty” and gone against what he had ordered, and she did a similar thing in S1E1 when she asked him if he’d had a haircut.

The cake and balloons is also exactly what Anna said in S1E7, that Villanelle did for her after killing her husband, Max, she said “there were balloons everywhere and a huge cake and she was jumping around”. We can see that there is another parallel between these two moments; that Villanelle is pleased to have gotten rid of the person (Bill) who was standing in the way of her getting close to Eve, just as she got rid of Anna’s husband who was standing in the way of her getting closer to Anna.

We also get another example of Villanelle not just putting on a mask when shes in disguise, but her completely inhabiting whoever she’s disguising herself as. When they go into Villanelle’s bathroom to talk, Konstantin asks her “who are you?”, she says that she’s “Konstantin” but when he rips off her beard, she replies that she’s “Villanelle”. Konstantin knows he can’t speak to Villanelle properly until she’s fully out of character, which also serves to show Konstantin and Villanelle’s bond - he doesn’t just get angry with her, but instead he knows what she’s doing and goes along with the rules of her ‘game’

During Eve and Niko’s argument after Bill’s funeral about Eve being in danger at work, there’s a poster behind Niko in one of the shots. The poster seemed to be not only an odd choice of artwork for Eve and Niko’s to have in their house, but also that the poster is only in frame in one shot of Niko - right after Eve berates him saying, “I know you care. We all know you care. Sometimes I think it’s all you have”.

The artwork depicts a man inside a black bird/crow’s beak, trying to hold the bird’s beak open. This imagery seems fitting for this moment as Niko is like the man and Eve is like the bird, with Niko desperately trying to keep their life and marriage together and to not to get swallowed, but Eve ultimately ends up ‘consuming’ their marriage and crushing Niko along the way. The moment in the poster imagery though, is Niko not yet being ‘swallowed up’, as he gets by Season 3, but him still desperately trying to make their normal life work, cope with Eve’s behaviour and keep her safe.

After searching for the poster, I found that it’s a poster by the Polish artist Andrzej Pagowski for the 1985 Martin Scorsese film, ‘After Hours’. I’ve never seen the film myself but after googling it I found that the main character’s goal is just to return home despite a number of events happening through the night (just as Niko is just trying to fight for his life with Eve, despite Villanelle and all the danger she brings). The film also has a heavy theme of emasculation, which is also fitting as Eve essentially just emasculated Niko for showing his emotions of care and concern for her; where stereotypically men aren’t supposed to be vulnerable and show emotions, Eve has just insulted him for having and showing them.

When Eve goes to the butchers to meet with Carolyn, to tell Carolyn the evidence that Frank is the mole, there is a close up of a sheep statue that’s sitting outside the doorway of the shop. It’s this conversation that Eve has with Carolyn, that leads to Frank’s capture and questioning in the safe house. In this way, as soon as Eve and Carolyn have had their conversation, Frank has now become a ‘lamb for slaughter’. Eve says to Carolyn in S1E5 that Villanelle “took my phone it has the interview with Frank on it. And she’ll have the location of the safe house”. If Eve had never recorded the conversation they had with Frank at the safe house he may not have been killed as there was no proof that Frank told them anything about The Twelve and Villanelle also might not have been able to find the location of the safe house from Eve’s phone.

The sheep could also be symbolism referencing Frank being a ‘wolf in sheep’s clothing’. Since Frank is the mole, he is a wolf in sheep’s clothing as he’s been collecting information from MI5 amongst those who trust him and giving that information to The Twelve.

The symbolism could also be that Eve is the ‘lamb for slaughter’, as she’s getting deeper and deeper into her investigation and this breakthrough with Frank is what leads Eve, and subsequently Villanelle, to finding out that an organisation called The Twelve even exists.

The sausages in the butchers counter also foreshadows Frank’s death and castration, as well as when we find about Anna’s husband’s death and castration later on.

Villanelle is now working with Diego and Nadia after she was told in S1E3 that she isn’t allowed to work alone anymore and she arrives “a bit late” because she stopped to “deliver a package”, which was delivering Eve’s suitcase to Eve’s house. She asks Diego is he checked the sights on the gun, he cockily replies that he used it to shoot a politician so it works, but Villanelle was right he should have checked the sights because when she tries to shoot Frank she misses.

When Nadia chose Villanelle by shooting Diego in their three way stand off, it’s not really surprising that Nadia chose Villanelle over Diego. Diego wasn’t just incredibly annoying and condescending; but we saw that Nadia still liked Villanelle as when Villanelle grabbed Nadia’s wrists before they went into ‘Frank’s house’, Nadia touched her wrist where Villanelle had just held them and looked over to Villanelle walking towards the house.

We can also see how much more Villanelle considers Eve to be “special” than both Anna and Nadia, both people who Villanelle had been in ‘relationships’ with. Unlike Anna and Nadia, Eve isn’t nearly as easily manipulated. Anna must have been fairly easy to persuade into a relationship (considering all the letters that were sent between her and Villanelle), despite her having a husband and Villanelle almost certainly being underage at the time (and even if Villanelle wasn’t underage the relationship was certainly inappropriate as Anna was Villanelle’s teacher and much older than her). Nadia also only needed a little bit of persuasion for her to kill Diego and choose Villanelle, despite the fact that Villanelle betrayed Nadia by taking her place as the person who The Twelve was going to break out from prison. Whereas Eve doesn’t fall for any of Villanelle’s manipulation but sees straight through it, like in S1E5 when Villanelle says she’s trapped and doesn’t want to kill anymore, Eve says what Villanelle is saying is “bullshit”. Eve stabbing Villanelle in S1E8 shocked Villanelle, but Villanelle later tells Gabriel in S2E1 she did “to show how much she cared”, as if admiring what Eve did and considering it an act of love that no one else has done for her.

After Villanelle has convinced Nadia to trust her and then runs her over with the van, the camera shots visually show us Villanelle’s skill as a manipulator and ability to turn the tables on a situation. When Villanelle first meets Diego and spots Nadia in the wing-mirror of the van, it is Nadia in the front seat looking behind her to Villanelle - Nadia is in the position of power and has Diego’s protection, so Villanelle is outnumbered if she were to try and kill them. Then when Villanelle is running Nadia over with the van, we now get a shot of Villanelle from the wing-mirror - now Villanelle is in the position of power, she has turned Nadia against Diego and tricked Nadia into trusting her.

You can read my previous Killing Eve posts here:-

First Introduction to Villanelle

First Introduction to Eve

S1, E1 - Nice Face

S1, E2 - I’ll Deal With Him Later

S1, E3 - Don’t I Know You?

S1, E5 - I Have a Thing about Bathrooms

S1, E6 - Take Me To The Hole!

S1, E7 - I Don’t Want to Be Free

S1, E8 - God, I’m Tired

S2, E1 - Do You Know How to Dispose of a Body?

S2, E2 - Nice and Neat

S2, E3 - The Hungry Caterpillar

S2, E4 - Desperate Times

S2, E5 - Smell Ya Later

S2, E6 - I Hope You Like Missionary!

S2, E7 - Wide Awake

S2, E8 - You’re Mine

S3, E1 - Slowly Slowly Catchy Monkey

S3, E2 - Management Sucks

S3, E3 - Meetings Have Biscuits

S3, E4 - Still Got It

S3, E5 - Are You From Pinner? [Part 1]

S3, E5 - Are You From Pinner? [Part 2]

S3, E6 - End of Game

S3, E7 - Beautiful Monster

S3, E8 - Are You Leading or Am I? [Part 1]

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i believe the light that shines on you

Jake wakes up to whispering.

It’s just loud enough for him to hear, but quiet enough that he can’t quite make out what their saying. The voice is followed by footsteps, the wooden floors creaking as the voice and the beautiful, incredible person it belongs to get closer. And, if he listens hard enough, he can just make out the snorts and snuffles of his other favorite person who must have just eaten her breakfast.

“Hanna Banana,” Amy sings under her breath. “I love you, my Hanna Banana.”

Jake keeps his eyes closed -- He doesn’t want to ruin their moment -- but it takes every ounce of willpower he has not to smile at Amy’s little song.

“You know who else loves you?” Amy murmurs as she slides back onto the bed. “Your daddy. He loves you and me so much.” A snort, followed by Amy’s sleepy laugh. “I know, can you believe it? How’d we get so lucky? You think we should wake him up?”

“No need ladies, I’m wide awake.”

Jake lets out a yawn as he opens his eyes. Amy is sitting up against the bed frame, her knees drawn up so that Hanna could lay against her thighs. Hanna’s eyes follow her mom’s every movement and Amy’s wearing the same incredible smile she’s had on for the last month as she waves Hanna’s hands with her own. His heart melts at the amount of love on both their faces. It truly is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Morning,” Amy says softly, briefly smiling at Jake before bringing her eyes back to the baby.

Jake smiles back before scooting over so he’s leaning against Amy’s side. He plants a kiss on her arm as he runs a finger over Hanna’s soft dark hair.

“How’s my girl?”

“Well I finally had my coffee, so I’m doing great.”

Jake looks up to see Amy smirking down at him. For once it’s Jake who’s rolling his eyes.

“Your mom is such a dork, you know that?” He directs his question at Hanna.

“Maybe so, but at least I’m a caffeinated dork,” Amy quips back.

“True,” says Jake as he tries to stifle another yawn. He slowly sits up and throws the blankets off himself. “I think I need to get on your level.”

“Go for it, I made a whole pot,” Amy says, giving him a final glance before returning her attention back to Hanna.

Jake stretches his arms above his head before launching himself off the bed and padding across the room. The sun has risen since the last time he was up, casting a warm light across the room. Everything looks a little calmer, a little brighter brighter than usual. Although, that could just be because he’s never been happier in his entire life than he has been in the last four weeks. Just a thought.

He’s almost to the door when he sees Amy’s head snap up, her eyes wide.

“Stop!” she gasps. “Oh my god no, don’t go get coffee. It’s Father’s Day! Let me get it.”

“Wait really?” Jake asks, completely surprised. He honestly had forgotten all about Father’s Day, what with the whole taking care of a baby thing.

“Yes,” Amy groans. “I made coffee and was going to bring it to you in bed with your gifts, but then Hanna started crying so I got distracted because she was hungry and then she was just so sweet and cuddly after her feeding I lost track of time, you know? I mean those cheeks, they’ll getcha!”

Jake has to stifle a laugh as he watches her get so worked up.

“Ames, babe, relax. She’s the best human on the planet, of course you got distracted. Don’t worry about it.”

“This is true,” she replies, bringing her hand to her cheek. “But still. You get back into bed, I’ll get the coffee.”

“But I’m already up?”

“Doesn’t matter,” says Amy as she lifts Hanna up and swings her legs over the bed. “You take her and I’ll go grab your coffee and your presents.”

“I get presents AND coffee?! Wow I like this day already,” Jake says, giving Amy a gentle kiss before taking the baby out of her arms.

“Only the best for my baby daddy,” Amy replies with a smirk. “Now go get back in bed and let me fake surprise you.”

“Ugh, fine,” Jake says dramatically before turning to Hanna, who’s currently sucking on his T-shirt. “At least I get more time with you now, huh baby girl?”

Hanna sticks out her tiny tongue in response.

“God, even your tongue is adorable,” Jake murmurs as he kisses the top of her head and sits back onto the bed. “Do I have to go back to work tomorrow?” he calls down the hall.

“If you want your daughter to have food and clothing? Probably.”

“Well I do want that,” he says to Hanna. She’s wide awake now, her bright brown eyes locking onto his as she wraps her tiny fist around his finger. It’s little movements like these that make Jake think she really does know who he is. Even though Amy says Hanna knows him, can tell he’s her dad, it’s still all a little hard to believe sometimes.

And now tomorrow Jake has to leave. Honestly he had expected he would be at least a little excited, but right now, with Hanna in his arms and Amy in the next room there is nothing he wants more than to stay here forever. Granted, it’s only for eight hours and he can come home during lunch, but still. What if his daughter inherited his goldfish brain and she forgets who he is? What if while he’s gone Hanna does something incredible and he misses it?

“But I don’t wanna leave you,” Jake continues as Hanna waves his finger. “You’re way better than any case I could ever, ever work on. And you’re ten thousand times cuter than any perp I’ve ever arrested.”

“True, she’d even put the Stevens twins to shame,” Amy says from the doorway. In one hand she has a mug of coffee doctored just the way he likes it (1 cream, 5 sugars) while the other is carrying a beautifully wrapped box.

“Oh those two don’t even stand a chance,” Jake replies. He shakes his head down at Hanna. “No they don’t!”

Amy giggles as she makes her way to the bed and gently sets down the box before handing Jake his coffee.

“Happy Father’s Day,” she says, planting a quick, sweet kiss on his lips.

“Thanks, babe.” He smiles back at her before bringing his attention to the box. “Hanna sure did a great job wrapping this present.”

“What can I say, she’s a Santiago. And Santiagos are excellent gift wrappers,” Amy says proudly. She climbs onto the bed, situating herself right next to Jake so their knees are just barely touching. Jake hands her the baby, running his hands through her hair one last time before turning his gaze to the box now directly in front of him.

“When did you have time to wrap this?” Jake asks, impressed.

“A couple days ago when you and Han were passed out on the couch,” says Amy. “Now, don’t get too excited. I would have spent more time on it but, you know, I haven’t had a lot of free time in the past month.”

Jake gives her a look. “You didn’t have to get me anything, you know. We pretty much established that when you pushed our child out of your vagina.”

“I know,” says Amy dismissively. “But I wanted to. It’s a big deal, your first Father’s Day! Go ahead and open it,” she adds impatiently.

Jake grins as he rips through the paper, only to find a cardboard box with a sticky note attached to the top. Normally, he’d skip the card and go straight for the presents. But this is Amy we’re talking about, so he holds off and grabs the note.

I know you hate cards so just open the present already!! xoxo, Amy

He laughs as he looks up to see Amy wearing a satisfied smirk.

“I love you.”

“I know,” she says with a faux flip of her hair. “Now open it!”

No need to ask him twice. Jake immediately opens the box only to have his jaw drop. Inside are four items, each one better than the next. There’s a six pack of orange soda, a new tie that looks like the exact one Hanna spit up on last week, a Die Hard tear-off calendar, and something else that was hiding beneath the soda. They were all nestled in a bed that looks like —

“Is that one of my shirts?”

Amy laughs. “Yeah, I couldn’t find anything to use as padding, so I had to improvise. What do you think?” she adds nervously. “I kinda thought of it as a back to work kit. You know, with the new tie and calendar. And you can put the soda in the kitchen fridge so you have a ready supply! Then the pictures—“

“Wait, what pictures?” Jake asks, looking back at the box. Amy cranes her neck so she can look, too.

“Oh the soda must’ve fallen when I carried the box in. Check underneath.”

Jake rummages around for a bit before his hand makes contact with something hard and rectangular. He pulls it out, giving Amy a tiny confused grin before looking down to find three small picture frames, each connected by a little hinge.

In the frames are three of Jake’s all-time favorite pictures.

The first is from the day Hanna came home from the hospital, her head cocked to the side and her eyes wide open under her little hospital hat. It’s a look Amy’s given him a thousand times before, which is exactly what he told Amy when he snapped the picture.

The right hand picture is more recent, taken last week maybe. Amy’s sitting cross legged on the couch, with Hanna propped up against her chest. She’s grinning at the camera, holding Hanna’s hand up in an attempt at a wave.

Then there’s the center picture. It’s a simple selfie, Jake holding the camera while Amy held up Hanna so she could be in frame. Jake and Amy were both making ridiculous faces in an attempt to get Hanna to crack some form of a smile. But instead, she just looks completely nonplussed at her parents combined twenty chins. Her reaction, or lack thereof, had only made them laugh harder, and it had turned into a whole photoshoot of ugly faces and baby apathy. It was the hardest Jake’s ever laughed in his entire life.

“I know you like to have pictures on your desk,” Amy says softly, snapping him back to the present. “So I figured you’d want some with Hanna. You know, so if you missed us you could just look up, and we’d be right there.”

Jake chews his lip, trying to stop his smile from taking over his entire face. He sets his hand on her knee and gives it a squeeze

“I love it,” he says, his voice full of sincerity.

“Really?” Amy asks. “I know it’s not much.”

Jake leans over and gives her a long, gentle kiss. He can feel her smile underneath his lips before he pulls away.

“There is not a single bone in my sleep-deprived body that wants to go to work tomorrow. But if I have to, going to the precinct with these will make it a helluva lot easier.”

Amy sighs as she brings her non-Hanna hand up to his neck and plays with his hair.

“I don’t want you to leave either,” she says quietly. “But we’ll be right here when you get back. And I’ll show her pictures of you all the time.”

Jake can’t help but smile at the image of Amy swiping through pictures of him with their newborn. And the best part is, he knows she not lying.

“I know. I just really love you two.”

Amy takes his hand in hers and gives it one more gentle squeeze.

“We love you too.”

The rest of the day is pretty much like any other day, the two of them taking turns with Hanna while the other showers or makes food or what have you. And while a couple of years ago he would have scoffed at the idea of spending a whole day doing nothing, present day Jake is one hundred percent content. Because right now, with Amy singing Hamilton in the kitchen while he watches Hanna sleep?

Well, there really is nowhere he’d rather be.

#happy fathers day friends!!!#have some fluff #also if you catch the in the heights reference i threw in you get a gold star #peraltiago #peraltiago fic #jake x amy #jake peralta #amy santiago

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chasing after dreams ch 1 (nsfw)

poly bowers gang x reader

summary: you’re secretly in love with all the boys in your gang. with graduation quickly approaching, you cause some trouble. also, getting high, flirting with a teacher, jerking off, making a bet, and waiting tables.

word count: 4022

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a/n: HERE IT IS!! I’M SO FUCKING EXCITED FOR YOU ALL TO READ THIS!!

In the dream, it always started with Henry.

It went like this:

You were at a party. Everyone was wasted and buzzed and fucked up. Your boys especially, though all the more sharp for it.

You ended up on a couch next to Henry. You were always talking about some hot looking chick grinding on some douchebag in front of you. Then he’d turn to you, one hand under your chin, just looking at you. You’d laugh, ask him what he was looking at.

Then he’d kiss you, always a surprise even though you’d had the dream maybe ten times, twenty if we’re pushing the limits.

You’d kiss him back once you got over your shock. Then you’d feel hands on your waist, lips on your neck. It was Patrick, always Patrick. With one of your hands, you’d reach back, tug on his hair.

Then Belch and Vic would come out of the crowd, pull you up so you were standing in between all of them. They’d kiss you, one by one, pushing you off to the boy next to them, each kiss more intense and nasty and wonderful than the last.

You’d end up pressed to Patrick’s front, feeling him against every part of you. He’d suggest you all take this somewhere more private.

Somewhere more private, to do things for your eyes only.

They’d pull you into an empty bedroom, pulling your clothes off with hungry eyes. You’d stand in front of them, completely bare, and then Belch would rush in and kiss you, pulling you up against him. Vic would come up behind you, grinding up against your ass.

They’d pull you apart with their hands, their mouths, their teeth.

And then you’d wake up, terrified and elated and so, so sad.

Because it wasn’t real. And it couldn’t be.

It was only a dream.

You woke up on a Friday morning in late May, graduation just days away. You beat your pillow in anger that slipped into sorrow and then flopped back down on it, looking at the ceiling.

A boy like them — like any of them — and you? It just wasn’t possible.

Much less all of them.

God, but you were hungry. God, but you wanted. Them. All of them. Always.

God, what was wrong with you? Why couldn’t you just be satisfied with them as they were? They were your best friends. There was nothing more you could ask for. Nothing more.

You got up and got ready for school. The guys would be here soon to pick you up, and you worked hard on putting the dream away, like you had countless times before.

When you were ready, you ran downstairs and got something to eat. Your parents were already gone for work, hadn’t even said goodbye. Typical.

Then you went outside, sitting on the curb, smoking your first cigarette of the day.

When the guys showed up, Henry got out, pushing forward the front seat so you could climb into the back. You got settled between Patrick and Vic, in the middle of some argument they were having. Patrick had his arm over the back of the seat, and you forced yourself not to think of it as having his arm around you.

You deserved better than chasing after dreams when you were awake.

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” Patrick asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You laughed, caught off guard.

“Had a fucked-up dream last night,” you said.

“Mm,” he said. “My favorite. Was it clowns?”

You laughed again.

“No, no clowns this time.”

“Good for you. They fucking haunt me.”

He pretended to shiver, and you smiled.

Nothing could really haunt Patrick Hockstetter. You knew it well. Things happened, and they rolled right off his back like water, beading up and sliding off. Nothing scared him, nothing bothered him, and nothing, certainly nothing, haunted him.

“I’m so sure, Hockstetter,” you said, patting him on the knee.

“What was your dream about?” Belch asked.

Time to make something up, and quick. But not a complete lie. They would know. They always knew when you lied to them and didn’t appreciate it.

“Sex dream,” you said. You lit up another cigarette. “Gretta fucking Bowie.”

“Nasty,” Henry grunted.

“I dunno,” said Patrick. “She’s got decent legs.”

“You think everyone’s got a decent something,” said Vic. “You’d fuck anyone.”

Your cheeks tinged. You hid it by pretending to scrub one hand up and down your face.

“So what?” Patrick asked.

“So you’re a man whore,” said Vic.

“Nothing wrong with that, Criss. At least I get ass. What do you get?”

“A sense of self-respect.”

Patrick laughed, a big thing that shook his body. His arm slid down until it was actually around your shoulders. You grinned at him in spite of your muddled head. A laugh like that meant it was a good day. He pulled you close, messing up your hair. You batted his hands away.

You pulled up to the school with a roar, parking and all piling out. Each of you lit up a cigarette.

It always went this way, with you standing around, looking for trouble. There was always trouble to find or make, and it was what you were good at, all of you.

“There they are,” said Patrick.

You followed his excited eyes until you saw them — that group of junior twerps who clung to each other like ants in honey.

You ashed your cigarette.

“Think we should leave ‘em alone?” you asked.

“Fat fucking chance,” said Henry.

He threw down his cigarette, crushing it under the heel of his boot before he pushed off of the car, stalking towards them.

You all followed his lead.

He singled out the tall boy with the reddish hair, pulling him into a headlock.

“F-f-fuck off, Bowers!” the kid spat.

“Fuck off, Bowers,” you said. You imitated him, his cracking voice.

Belch laughed, pulling the tiny boy with the fanny pack to the ground by the back of his backpack. The girl started towards him, to help him off the ground, but you pushed her, both hands on her shoulders. She swore under her breath at you, and it only made you laugh.

“Try harder,” you said. “Your boyfriends need you.”

“Fuck you,” she ground out, pushing past you only to be cornered between Vic and Patrick.

You grinned, watching as she looked between them in panic.

She had every right to be scared.

“That’s enough,” shouted Mr. Cleaver, the big Chemistry teacher, running up to all of you and pulling that boy away from Henry.

“Aw, Mr. C,” you whined, sending him a flirty smile. “We were just playing.”

“If that’s playing,” he said, giving you a hard look, “I don’t want to see what you think is rough.”

He pushed the kid away from him to his friends and grabbed you and Vic by the arms.

“All of you, to the principal’s office. Now.”

Patrick laughed, following you as you were dragged to the office.

You all got detention.

Separate. Detention.

They knew by now what to do with you.

You served your detention during free period, wondering what the guys were doing without you. What their detentions looked like.

For you, it was being lectured on how to be a good, upstanding citizen, by a lady who really looked like she knew what she was talking about. You wondered when the last time she let her hair down was and laughed.

“What?” she snapped.

“Jesus, lady, let me live,” you said, bouncing one leg. “I’m a teenager. I don’t have to be an upstanding citizen.”

“That’s what you think,” she said, pursing her lips. “You’re eighteen, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Well, you’re an adult now. It’s time to start thinking about what you do and how it affects other people.”

“Trust me,” you said, giving her a shit-eating grin. “I know.”

When school was over, and you were back with the boys, you gave each other the rundown, bored, about detention.

“Upstanding citizen,” Vic scoffed. “I don’t think you know how.”

“Oh, I know,” you said, taking the cigarette from between his lips and taking a drag. “I just choose not to be good.”

“Thank god for that,” he said. “Also, loving the look you gave Cleaver.”

“Oh, you noticed that?” you asked, eyes glinting.

“And he noticed,” said Patrick. “You gonna suck his dick, or what?”

“Now that you mention it,” you said.

Belch interrupted you.

“He’s too smart to fall for someone so much younger.”

Patrick scoffed. “Fuck that. No one’s too smart for this pretty little mouth.”

He grabbed your face, making your lips pucker. You batted his hand away, grinning.

“I’m gonna suck his soul out through his dick,” you said. “One way or another.”

Because if you’re already pining after four untouchable boys, why not add one more, right?

Henry let out a barking laugh.

“Sure thing, sweet cheeks. Bet you ten dollars you can’t.”

“Twenty, and you got yourself a deal,” you said, leaning back on Patrick’s chest, one of his arms thrown around your shoulders, relaxed.

“You must be confident about this,” Belch said, squinting against the sun.

“Oh, I am. Twenty, or no bet.”

“You got it,” Henry said. “Now let’s get the fuck out of here.”

You all piled into the Trans Am, in your usual positions. You sat with your legs spread, giving Patrick a run for his money.

“So,” said Patrick. “Cleaver’s a lifeguard over the summer.”

“Ooh,” you said. “Yum. Think I should pretend to drown? Try to get some mouth-to-mouth?”

He grinned down at you.

“If you don’t, I’ll be very disappointed in you.”

“If you do,” said Belch. “I will.”

“Aw, Belch,” you said, pulling a lock of hair at the back of his neck, “don’t you want to see me get some dick?”

He laughed.

“Not that dick.”

You pretended to pout, catching his eye in the rearview.

He smiled, his eyes crinkling.

“There he is,” you said. “There’s my Belch. You do want me to get that dick.”

“Dick,” he corrected. “Just not statutory rape dick.”

You scoffed but didn’t say anything.

“Statutory rape,” said Patrick, slowly. “Such big words from a guy who’s never opened a book.”

“Says the guy who claims that school isn’t real,” Vic shot back.

“No, no, he’s right,” Henry said, clapping a hand on Belch’s shoulder, leering back at all of you. “We’re all eighteen. We need to be careful about the ass we get.”

You grinned back.

“Sure,” you said, slowly. “Sure. Besides, I’m not a minor anymore. If I get with Cleaver, who’d stop us? It’s not statutory rape.”

You pulled up to Patrick’s house, going inside. His parents were both out, and too afraid to do anything to make any of you leave if they had been there.

You went to his room, flopping down on Patrick’s unmade bed next to him.

“Vic,” he said, flicking his hand at him, “roll us a joint.”

“Yes, sir,” Vic said sarcastically, but getting to it anyway.

Patrick had a seemingly unlimited supply of weed. He’d told you once in confidence that this was because he was regularly eating out the girlfriend of your class’s best drug dealer.

But what he said in confidence was surely said to everyone in the group. You weren’t special.

Though you wanted to be.

“And how is it that you have this weed, again, Hockstetter?” Henry asked, sly.

“You know how, Bowers,” Patrick said, one of his hands going to your hair, handsy as always.

You pushed into his hand like a cat looking for a scratch, wondering what he’d told Henry. Maybe something different than what he’d told you.

Vic finished rolling the joint in a minute, licking the rolling paper to seal it. Then, he handed it to Henry. Henry took it, holding out a hand for Patrick’s lighter. He took his hand away from you to hand it to him.

You tried not to be disappointed.

Your time getting high with them was always the same thing — pretending not to want more. Pretending what you had was enough. Pretending that you wouldn’t die of happiness if one of them shotgunned a hit to you.

“What I don’t get,” said Belch, ten minutes later and lightly toasted, “is why you don’t want to go for dick even in your league.”

You laughed. You did a lot of laughing when you got high.

“You think Cleaver’s out of my league?” you asked. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, let’s be fair,” said Henry. “If anything, you’re out of his league.”

“Oh, you’re too kind,” you said, putting a hand on his knee. “Too kind by far.”

“Just being honest,” he said. “From what I hear, no one sucks dick like you.”

You blushed. You did a lot of blushing when you got high.

“Well,” you said. Not confirming or denying.

But let’s be real.

You had four boys you couldn’t have. So why not get the ones you could?

“And,” said Patrick, positively leering at you. “No one takes a dick like you.”

“Oh, you,” you said, looking away from him. From all of them.

It was true. You’d worked hard for your reputation. No one was quite like you — and you knew it.

“Leave it alone,” said Belch. “You want us to leave it alone, right?”

You looked at him, grateful.

“Yeah,” you said. “Yeah.”

“So bashful,” said Patrick, taking your chin in his hand like he had a million times before. “Our little slut.”

“I’m not yours,” you said, pushing his hand away.

“Mm,” he said. But he didn’t argue.

That night, you had the dream again. You woke up in the middle of the night, gasping. You’d woken up in the middle of Vic going down on you.

“Fuck,” you said.

Out of curiosity, you slipped one hand into your underwear. You were more than just aroused. You were an absolute mess, shaking and sweating and ready to be fucked.

You sighed and gently stroked yourself, thinking of Henry. What it would feel like for him to actually kiss you. You’d seen him kiss someone before — a sweet little junior. Poor girl cut it off with him pretty fast, once she realized what she was getting into. But his kisses — they were so much bite, so much sliding tongue against his partner’s.

And in your mind, you were his partner. You were just his.

Your hand sped up as you imagined Patrick on you, pressed up against your back. Nosing at your neck, kissing your skin.

You reached down and pressed two fingers into your hole, slowly pumping them in and out, wondering what it would be like to be held by Belch. For more than the fleeting hugs he’d give you, of course. What would it feel like to lay in his arms, to have him fuck you with his arms around you, holding you down on him?

And Vic. God, what would Vic look like going down on you? You had an idea because of your dreams, but you wanted so much more. What sounds would he make? Would he groan? Tell you that you tasted so, so good?

You came, holding back the moan you wanted to let go.

Then, the guilt came, rolling over you like the tide. God, what was wrong with you? Why couldn’t you just be satisfied to have the boys as you had them?

But who would be satisfied once they thought of the guys that way? That was evidenced enough by the endless stream of people who came to the guys looking for the ride of their lives.

The guys. Your guys.

At least they belonged in part to you.

As much as they could.

You rolled over and tried to go to sleep. Sleep evaded you for a few more hours, and you only got a wink’s worth before you had to be up for work.

You worked the breakfast rush at Lucky Day Diner, flirting here and there for tips.

“I swear, honey,” said Marcia, one of the waitresses, who’d been in the game since before you were born and would probably be there long after you were out of this fucking town. “You flirt more than a whore on her way to jail.”

“I don’t hear anyone complaining,” you said, counting your tips.

“One day, you’re gonna go after the wrong bitch’s man, and then you’ll see.”

“I’m too careful for that, and you know it,” you said. “But if the bitch’s back is turned, her man is free game. I get twenty percent or more for this smile, and I’m not gonna stop for anything.”

She laughed.

“Besides,” you said. “We can’t all be everyone’s favorite waitress. I’ve only been here a couple months. Barely anyone knows me.”

She smiled, knowing that everyone’s favorite waitress was her.

“Honey,” she said. “I — oh, you got someone in your section.”

You looked over your shoulder.

“Damn,” you said. “And I was almost gone.”

And then you smiled. Because it wasn’t just anyone in your section. It was Mr. Cleaver.

You stuffed your tips into your apron, straightened your shoulders, and put on your best sweet smile.

“Mr. Cleaver,” you said, approaching the table. “Fancy seeing you here.”

He smiled, a little tense.

“Are you waiting on me?” he asked.

“I sure am. What can I get you?”

“Pot of coffee, please.”

“Sure,” you said, making a note of it, smiling at him. “So. What are you up to, with school almost out?”

“Dreaming of freedom,” he said dryly. “It’s almost here. You and your boys will be gone, soon. I might throw a party.”

“Oh, we’re not going anywhere. Sure, we’re graduating. But we’ll be around.”

You took a chance and put your hand on his shoulder for just a moment. You felt muscles below his conservative button-down shirt and were pleased. Very pleased. He looked up at you, surprised.

“Well,” he said, as you pulled your hand away from him. “What is it you all do when you’re not terrorizing underclassmen?”

You had to bite back a flirty response. You wanted to eat him alive, but also take him slow.

“We throw rocks at babies and separate newborn kittens from their mothers,” you said easily.

Finally, he smiled.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case,” he said.

“Aw, come on. You know we’re better than that.”

“Mm. I’m not so sure.” Then, he paused. “Maybe you are.”

“Oh, trust me,” you said. “I can be very good when I want to be.”

He looked at his hands, hiding his face from you.

“I’ll get you that coffee in just a moment,” you said, walking away.

Marcia thumped you on the shoulder while you filled up a pot of coffee for him.

“Shootin’ a little high, aren’t you?” she asked.

“For the moon,” you agreed. “But just you watch. Just you watch.”

“Mm hm.”

She walked away, going to greet new diners in her section. They smiled at her like she was family. For a lot of the diner’s customers, she was.

You went back to Mr. Cleaver’s table, plunking down the pot of coffee.

“What can I get you to eat?” you asked, giving him a sweet smile.

“Short stack and some bacon,” he said, handing you the menu.

“Anything else… I can get you?” you asked. “To eat?”

He looked up at you.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” he said. “Flirting with a married man.”

“You’re not married,” you said easily. “Don’t think I didn’t notice every time you forgot to put on that ring before coming to school.”

He narrowed his eyes but didn’t disagree with you.

“You’re this town’s most eligible bachelor,” you said. “And I’ve noticed.”

“You shouldn’t,” he said. “You’re just a kid.”

“No, not anymore,” you said. “Turned eighteen in December.”

“If you think being eighteen doesn’t make you a kid anymore, you’re in for a rude awakening.”

“Hush. I won’t lose you your job,” you said.

“Mm. So you are aware of the stakes, here.”

“Oh, trust me,” you said. “I know.”

You went back to the kitchen, putting in his order. It would be ready in just a couple minutes, and you spent the whole time either seeing to your other tables — collecting a tip your award-winning smile got you — or watching him. How he took his coffee, how he stared out the window.

How he fidgeted with that fake wedding band, twisting it around his finger. How he took it off, slipping it into his shirt pocket.

You picked up his plates, carrying them on one arm back to his table and setting them down gently.

Then you sat down at the table, right across from him, putting one of your feet next to his.

“I see you decided to stop pretending,” you said, nodding at his hand, the one that usually sported the fake ring.

“Well,” he said, unrolling his silverware from the cloth napkin they rested in, “since you seem to see right through me, what’s the point?”

You took a chance and reached across the table into his shirt pocket. He watched in surprise as you slipped the ring out, putting it on your thumb, the only finger even barely big enough for it.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Consider it a promise,” you said.

“Of what?”

“You know exactly what it’s about.”

“We can’t do this,” he said softly, looking away from you, out the window. “I can’t do this.”

“You can.”

“No, I can’t. You’re just a kid. You’re one of my students.”

“If you want me to leave you alone, I will. But just think about it.”

You lightly slipped one of your feet up his leg, nudging him.

He looked at you, looked you over.

He was thinking about it.

You smiled.

“There it is,” you said.

“I can’t.”

“You will.”

He swallowed.

“That’ll be all,” he said.

You stood, and before you walked away, you put your hand on his shoulder. He looked up at you like he was lost. You grinned and walked away.

When he left, he left you a fifty percent tip.

Whether it was because he was paying you to keep this quiet, or paying you for it not to happen, you didn’t care.

That night, you met up with the guys.

“Guess what I have,” you said, holding your hand out for Patrick and Vic to inspect.

“It’s a ring,” said Vic, uninterested.

“Not just any ring,” you said. “It’s Cleaver’s fakey wedding ring.”

“He gave it to you? When, and what the fuck?” asked Henry.

“I took it,” you said, proud. “He came into Lucky Day. We… talked.”

Patrick clapped you on the shoulder as you looked at Henry, gloating. The bet would soon be over, and you’d get that twenty dollars if it was the last thing you did.

“Well, shit,” said Henry.

“Uh huh,” you said. “Just you wait. I’m gonna get that dick. I swear to god.”

“Don’t swear to something you don’t believe in, sweetheart,” said Patrick, putting an arm around you.

“If God is what’s putting dicks like his out in the world, then I might just be a believer,” you said, a little smile on your lips.

“You’re really gonna do this, huh?” asked Belch.

“If you’re surprised, you don’t really know me,” you said.

“Oh, I know you,” he said. “And I know when you’ve bitten off more than you can chew.”

You snapped your teeth at him playfully.

“I wonder what he likes,” you said. “You think he’ll try and romance me, or fuck me raw in the back seat of whatever piece of shit he drives?”

“Who the fuck cares?” Henry barked.

“Oh, I do,” you said. “I’m gonna win this fucking bet. And I’m gonna tell you all about it, rubbing your pretty little face in it as much as I can.”

He scowled at you.

“You don’t really have the guts, sweet cheeks,” he said.

“Oh, but I do,” you said. “But I do.”

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evansdoll-blog · 7 years

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I Will Not Let You Fly Away From Me...(James March X Fem!Reader)

a|n: so guys, I am back on track! I used to run “@imagineslut33″, but upon an ufortunate sequence of events, my account got hacked and deleted…Sad, I know. But meh, I created this blog and I will be posting on it. I missed you all. Honestly, I hope you guys haven’t forgotten me, and still enjoy my writing!

summary: After finding out what James had done in the past to his Holden, John Lowe kidnaps the reader, and tortures her. At Devil’s Night, he finally decides to kill her…But what he wasn’t expecting, was that March would rather miss his glorious dinner to save his beloved wife…

trigger warning: contais gore, torture and swearing.

recommended song during your reading: skinny love by birdy

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Darkness…

My name is (Y/N). Yes, (Y/N) March, the wife of the successful businessman James P. March, owner of the Cortez, a hotel in Los Angeles. I was abducted. I think I’ve been here for about seven days, but this isn’t an exact projection. I might be here much longer or even less. I don’t know, I’ve lost track of time down here. All I have left is the darkness and dripping wetness of this nightmare that I am at. My head hurts. I feel very cold. I’m here, trapped, inside this dark, filthy , tight, stifling hole … I know I’m here because of James.

I have never done bad, evil things. I have always helped people, close or far, I have participated in charity events, I donate a lot of money to the poor, I finance works of art and academics from those who could not, I have always acted with fairness and ethics at work, and especially in the family. I don’t deserve this… I’m stunned. I don’t wanna credit someone to whom I have done good, this cruel, violent and inhuman act of putting an individual under these conditions in which I find myself at.

I believe that I’ve done something wrong, involuntarily.- I think it would be a horrible punishment, an unacceptable torture even for the worst criminal. And yet, here I am. In a hole about half a meter in diameter and ten deep. Walls of a black smelly land, as if it were sewage. Yeah, maybe that’s right: given the depth of where I am and the poorly finished walls of the place.

My head seems to want to explode. Darkness obviously affects my visual perception of things, my reasoning, my ability to disagree…I have not eaten well for a long time. Before, they’d throw pieces of bread, some fruits already eaten or rotted… water? Only when it comes from some corner of this hole, and then I have to lean my tongue against the wall to suck the black cauldron that flows, with putrid taste and bitter as gall. But this is what is keeping me alive in these days (or hours?).

I don’t remember how I ended up down here…

The last thing I remember, before waking up in this fucking chamber of terror, is to be crossing the street to get into the Cortez, and hearing someone calling me by my name. As I turned around, I felt someone gripping my arm and the blow made me faint. Thick ropes tie my wrists and ankles, and however great my efforts, the most I can do is getting hurt.

Impossible to escape from this trap. Brilliant and sadistic! I’m not gagged. So I scream! I scream for hours. Every now and then, I hear laughter, far away. Pure mockery of my meager efforts. I’m tired, hungry, weak, almost ragged. I can’t take it anymore.

I’m going to faint right here…

Hours Later…

I feel my body shaking, which makes me wake up startled. I cannot see. I guess I’m blindfolded. By the continuous swing, I am able to deduce that I am sitting in the backseat of some car.

“I am glad you’re awake, little one.”

The voice that I hear gives me shivers. A knot begins to form in my throat and my skin acquires an even paler tone.

“John?” I am able to whisper with a shaky voice. The gag doesn’t allow me to yell, though.

“I’m sorry for everything I’ve put you through, (Y/N). It kills me to know it had to be you. But you know your husband destroyed my life…Unstructured my entire family. I need to get my revenge, (Y/N). I know, I know! You’ve always supported me, heard me when I needed to rent, were my shoulder to cry on…” John stayed in silence for a few, it seemed as if he was trying not to cry. “You have to forgive me. I really thought about killing Elizabeth instead, but it wouldn’t work out. It would never work out. You are March’s newest obssession, the only light that shine through the darkness of his pathetic post-death immortal life.”

“GOD DAMN IT! COULD YOU PLEASE STOP CRYING, (Y/N)?” John yelled, making me cry harder. God, I wanna stop, but I can’t…I am too weak…

I feel the car braking abruptly…

“I am so sorry…but I can’t stand seeing you in that way…I love you…” John says before opening the door, closing it with certain violence. Then, I hear him opening the trunk, and the silence prevails for about twenty minutes, I am not sure about the exact time.

Moments later, the door next to me is open and John roughly pulls me out by my arm. A muffled scream escapes my throat as I’m dragged to god knows where. It rains a lot, and the mud dirties my bare feet. John whispers a few words sweetly, wrapping me in a tight hug. So he pushes me. I fall backwards into a deep hole.

Judging by the soft earth and the tight environment, it is a grave. I despair. I feel the earth hitting my skin. I’m being buried alive. I begin to consider a faster death, like a shot in the head. This is macabre stuff…

And suddenly, all the unforgettable memories with James come flashing into my disturbed mind. How cruel he could be with other people, but how kind and romantic he was with me. James was the first man who gave me flowers, who besides telling me, show me and make me feel how beautiful I am. He made me feel a strong, sensual, independent woman. Many consider him a monster, but I knew his innocent side. A path with no return. Because a villain, is nothing but a victim whose story has never been told.”

John keeps throwing down the earth, and eventually I stop struggling. Soon, the mud is already hitting my face. Yup, I’m going to die right here…

“You traitorous bastard!”

I hear the piercing voice and my husband’s striking accent echoing through the thunders that cut through LA’s nightly sky. His words are filled with hatred, and the weight of betrayal seems to weigh on his shoulders. John Lowe. The man who James trusted, now stabbed him on the back. He was a perfect illusion.

Punching, growling, jerking and shrieking can be heard from within the grave, and my heart races,violently hammering my chest.

Finally, I feel a gentle, kind of desperate touch gripping my arm, gently pulling me into a man’s lap. My man. My James.

The blindfold that is tied around my eyes is ripped off, along with the gag. Tears fall from my eyes, trickling down my face, my skin dirty from lack of hygiene. A relieved scream escapes my throat as I feel James’s strong arms being tightly wrapped around my waist.

“Darling, I am right here. I am so sorry I ever let this happen to you.” He says softly, pulling my face to press against his chest, probably being shameful of his tears.

“James…It’s Halloween, what about Devil’s Night?” I ask through my tears, slightly shaking.

“I couldn’t care less about Devil’s Night, my dear!” James mutters, a tone of disbelief in his voice. “You are far more important than anything else, (Y/N). I promise that he will never harm you again. Do not worry your pretty head about that, sweetheart.”

“I love you, James. So much…”

James gently scoops me up, bridal style. He kisses my forehead, starting to slowly walk away from that horrible place.

“Come, darling. It is time for you to go home.”

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3. Untitled - Eddie Vedder

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Most of the walk was spent in silence. Well, that and smelling his cologne through his flannel. He smelt pretty damn fine.

"You let me know if you get chilly. I'll give this back to you." You motioned to the article of clothing with your finger. He chuckled, not making eye contact.

"I'm alright. Still a bit sweaty from that show to be honest." He murmured. He was doing that fucking thing he does with his cheekbones again. Or maybe he wasn't doing anything at all. Either way it seemed to captivate you and you were most likely staring like a lunatic at this point. He noticed and squinted his eyes a bit.

"You ok? What, I got something on my face?" His hand rose to greet his nose, as he felt around his face. There was a certain playfulness to his tone. You giggled.

"Are you playing a joke on me?" You questioned, stiffling your laughter. His face broke out into a smile, and there it was again. Those pearly whites.

He was cute.

Your cheeks flushed and you felt the need to look away. It was then you noticed you were on your street.

"Well, this is my street. My building is a couple down, I'll be fine from here." You slowed your pace, maybe he didn't even want to walk you and he was just doing it to make Stone happy, so you didn't want to make him do more than he had to. He kept walking though, ignoring you completely.

"I promised Stone I'd walk you to your door and if I don't he'll have my head on a platter...He really likes you." He said the last part rather crudley. There it was again, the Stone liking me thing. What fucking mushrooms have these guys been taking and where the hell could you get some?

"Why the hell do people keep saying that to me tonight?" You sped up to catch up with him. "My apartment is in the building across the street." You motioned, making your way down to the road.

Eddie shrugged his shoulders. "S'Obvious isn't it?" He said nonchalantely. You exhaled loudly. "I'm pretty sure if it was obvious I would fucking know by now. I've known the guy since grade school." Your voice laced with annoyance. Eddie stayed silent till we reached the door of my building.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you upset. I shouldn't have said anything." He pinched the bridge of his nose, guilt was evident. You grabbed his arm gently and removed his hand from his face, and watched it fall gently back to his side. He was looking directly at you and it almost made you feel nervous. You tried to play it cool.

"Its okay. I'll see you around, alright? Have a good rest of your night, man." You spoke softly. He nodded.

You both turn and went your separate ways.

Finally getting into your apartment, you take off your boots and remember the flannel you bore over your shoulders. You curse under your breath. Why didn't he ask for it back? Its not like he wasn't looking right at you wearing it. You sighed. You would just have to give it back tomorrow or something. You threw the article on your bed and started to get ready for some Zzz’s.

You did your nighttime routine, you weren't very drunk or stoned at this point anymore, which was a good thing. When the time came you got to finally lay down and get some rest. You were exhausted and definitely weren't looking forward to going to work tomorrow.

The next morning came, and you awoke to a pleasant aroma. Your eyes still being shut, pictured a shirtless Eddie laying next to you. But you knew that wasn't the case. And why the fuck were you thinking this shit anyway? Oh my god, get a grip Dani. You scolded yourself, and decided to finally open your eyes. Your face was laying in Eddie's flannel, explaining the heavenly scent. You looked at your clock. 8:46 AM. It was now or never.

Once you were fully awake, you showered and got dressed. You worked at a dingy art store just around the corner from here. It was an ok job, and you were by yourself most of the time as the store rarely got busy. You just did whatever most of the time. You only worked on weekends, sometimes evenings, since you had classes during the week. You were a student at the Gage Academy of Art, and currently had a bachelors degree in graphic design.

Needless to say, the first half of your shift went by pretty quickly. It was nearing 2:30, and there had actually been a decent amount of people that came in. Your shift was done at 4:00, and you were certain an hour and a half would go by quickly.

You had just finished eating your lunch when none other then Stone Gossard waltzed in to the store.

You decided to fuck with him a bit.

"Hey there, lover." You said in a mock-flirtatious tone. His eyes widened slightly and he stammered a bit, but quickly recovered. You brushed if off and punched his arm when he made it to the counter.

"W-what? The fuck are you talking about?" He wouldn't look directly into your eyes and your smile faltered a bit, confused. Maybe he was offended? You couldn’t believe he wasn’t saying something ‘insulting’ to you. Was he feeling okay?

"You won't believe what I've been told by three different people." You spoke as though you were going to tell him the best joke he would hear in his lifetime. Well, you kinda were. "Get a load of this shit." You laughed plopping right back onto your stool. Stone approached you closer and leaned on the desk, intrigued.

"Go on."

"Apparently, you're totally in - love with me!" You snorted, laughing like a fucking mad person. "I mean, according to Kim, Chris and Eddie."

Stone laughed too, but not as much as you did. You took a minute to catch your breath, you put a hand on his shoulder.

"I mean, can you believe that? What fucking drugs are you guys taking behind my back? I want some." Your voice laced with sarcasm, this was all so funny to you. He still stayed a bit quiet, but a small smile lay upon his lips.

"I mean, Eddie's been here five minutes and says its 'obvious'? I mean come on!" I shook him jokingly. "I'm pretty sure I would have known by now if you were in god damn love with me!" You spoke again, your hands heading for your coffee that was in front of you.

"Yeah, thats ridiculous. Love you? You suck." He mocked.

You just shook your head. "Anyway, what are you doing here Stoney?"

"Well, the boys brought a few cases of beer over, and we were going to order pizza and have a chill night. Things have been pretty hectic, y'know? Eddie's barely had a second to actually communicate with people outside of a venue." He explained, looking around the store. He rarely came in here, so you guessed he was just observing a bit.

You thought about it for a second. You had to give Ed back his plaid anyway, so why not?

"Sure, I'll be there. Your place right?"

"Yeah." There was a honk outside. "Sorry, Dave is in the car, we couldn't find a parking nearby so I told him to just drive around a few times while I was in here." He started to make his way to the door, with so little as a glance your way.

"See you later, Danica." And he left.

You had a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach. He never called you Danica. Maybe you made him uncomfortable?

In all the time you've known him, you never thought of him that way. Not because he wasn't good looking or anything, cause in truth he was a handsome guy. But because you didn't want to risk ruining the best friendship you would probably ever have. He meant a lot to you and if that were to fall apart over stupidity, you wouldn't be able to live with yourself. And you pretty certain he didn't see you that way anyway, which was a good thing.

The rest of your shift flew by and before you knew it, you were at home changing your clothes to go to Stone's. You wore your dark ripped jeans, a Soundgarden shirt and a dark baseball cap. Knowing the walk would be cool, you grabbed your dark green hoodie and put it on. You laced up your boots and made sure to grab Eddie's flannel before you left the apartment.

The walk was a quick one. Stone only lived about 20 minutes away, and you enjoyed them. You were smoking a cigarette and finished it as you approached the door. Without knocking you entered. There were boys sprawled all out in the living room, all with beers in their hands, watching some movie. Their eyes darted toward you in the doorway and you smiled, waving your hand. So far, it was just the Mookie boys.

"Hello boys."

There was a chorus of greetings, and Jeff made his way over, grabbing your purse and the flannel, setting it down on the table. He engulfed you in a bear hug.

"Glad you could make it! Pizza should be here any minute. Let me get you a cold one." He stalked over to the fridge.

"Me too. Who else is supposed to be here? I thought this was going to be for Eddie to meet some new people." You questioned. Eddie already knew everyone in the house.

"The Alice guys are going to be here any minute. They haven't met Eddie yet, but Soundgarden is playing another show at the Off Ramp tonight so they won't be here. Maybe they'll show up later. I think Mark said he would try and make it but that’s yet to happen." He spoke cheerfully, leading you to the living room.

You and Ed made eye contact and he gave you a tight lipped smile.

"Hey you. I brought your flannel. Why didn't you remind me last night? I don't want to steal your things." You joked, taking a seat next to him on the couch. It was the only spot that was available actually, because Jeff was in it beforehand.

But he had gone off somewhere, maybe the pizza was here.

"Thanks. I didn't want to say anything. It looked better on you anyways." His eyes that were glued to the TV took a minute to meet yours and it was a sweet moment. It was funny how he could literally just look at you and have you feel this weird mushy feeling in your stomach. You didn't like it. It scared you.

Before you could say anything about his comment, Jeff shouted that the pizza was here. Yes it was, and it smelled like fucking heaven. You were pretty hungry. You took a swig of your beer and stood up, along with everyone else and made your way into the kitchen.

"How are things, Krusen?" You smiled politely at the band member you were the least closest to. It wasn't anything personal, you just hadn't known him your entire life like the other guys (minus Eddie, obviously).

"Not bad. Still above the ground." He joked. You snorted. You always thought his sense of humor was hilarious.

"Yeah, I feel you bud." You patted his arm gently.

"And you Dani? How are things up your alley?" You's made your way toward the couch with your beer and pizzas. This was going to be a good night.

"Alright, I guess. Nothing ever really happens." And that was true, nothing ever happened to you. Your life was actually pretty boring. But when you hung out with these guys, it was different. It was never a dull moment with them. And you loved it. You always had a good time.

"Well well well, digging into the pizza before we even get here? Didn't your parents ever teach you manners!" Jerry Cantrell.

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