#coincidentally need chris to do the second one

[chrishemsworthsbitch]

I need niall to do these so bad…

Cuz the way his arms and chest are set up…oh lord…

#niall horan #daddy #both shirtless preferably #need him to embrace his inner cocky muscle daddy #cuz he’s in there somewhere #the second that man bounces his tits… #I’m not just flooding the basement I’m putting the basement underwater #coincidentally need chris to do the second one

[therhythmafterthesummer]

IF you ever change your mind and your fingers are itching to post the pretty getting a backhanded compliment Drabble just know that I’ll be willing to receive

previous ask for reference

you know what??? sure. this is way longer than i remembered it to be so i'm not sure i can call it a drabble anymore lol

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series, but you don’t really need to read any other instalments to understand/enjoy this one). | Word Count: ~3k | Themes & Warnings: fantasy/supernatural AU · smut | established relationship | physical descriptors of the reader such as: being curvy/chubby and having an absolute dumptruck · annoying co-workers · usage of the word fat in a very neutral manner · Chris in a suit (figured that warrants a warning) · alcohol consumption (very moderate) · possessiveness · pet names · oral [F.Rec] · unprotected penetration [piv. no barrier method used, but reader is presumed to be on some form of birth control] · praising · creampie · breeding kink

You hardly ever attended events related to work. You only got along with a few people there who you even hung out with outside of the office sometimes, people who coincidentally also hardly ever attended these events. But for some reason, your boss really wanted you to come to this party, and when she told you you could bring a plus one, you figured having your lovely boyfriend there with you would make things much more bearable.

And it did. 

It was a fancy event, and seeing Chris all dressed up stirred butterflies in your belly. The white button-up shirt, the tie, the perfectly fitted black suit… He looked absolutely delectable. The only thing you weren’t too fond of was the fact that he’d asked you to straighten his hair. It was fine, he looked dashing as ever, but you just loved his curly hair so much more. 

Even with the eyebrow slit he’d recently gotten, he still looked like he belonged at the event, and being honest, you did, too.

You chose to wear a lovely black dress, strapless, with thigh slits, sheer tights, and heels. The dress hugged your figure pretty much perfectly, and you were one-hundred percent sure of it the second you were going into the event venue, and you felt Chris’ hand on your lower back just as he leaned in to whisper in your ear. ‘Can’t wait ‘til we make it home so I can rip this fucking dress off of you and eat you whole…’

Everything was going fine, you were doing an outstanding job at pretending you cared about anything anyone was saying to you, and Chris, unsurprisingly, had charmed everyone up. As soon as more than two words left his mouth he already had people at his feet, and you honestly couldn’t blame them.

Two whole hours after you arrived you left your boyfriend at the bar to go to the toilet, and when you came back, just like you had predicted, there was someone already chatting him up. It was this girl from your department that hated your guts, and, boy, if you were ready to give her a metaphorical slap in the face.

“Hi, Gina”, there was a polite smile on your face just as you wrapped your arms around Chris’ waist. One of his arms immediately wrapped around your shoulders so he could pull you in to kiss your temple.

Gina was clearly taken aback by your sudden presence, she looked like a gaping fish, and it almost made you laugh.

“Hi, baby. What’re you drinking?”

You directed the question to your boyfriend, who simply handed you his glass. “It’s a mocktail. Try it, pretty”.

“I must say”, Gina started, just as you took a sip of your boyfriend’s fruity drink. “When Chris said he was here with his girlfriend, I didn’t think it’d be you”.

Ah, there it was.

Gina had an excellent way of delivering her messages… In which they’d always sound incredibly diminishing and condescending. You didn’t care much, though. You were used to people like her, so you just brushed it off, like you didn’t even pick up on it. Chris, on the other hand, had gone a bit quiet. The polite smile was gone from his face, and his eyebrows were pulling together the tiniest bit.

“Yep, that’s me”, you replied simply. Chris offered to get you a drink, and you figured a mojito wouldn’t hurt, so you took his offer. He immediately signalled the bartender just as you diverted your attention back to Gina. “You look really beautiful tonight”.

She did. She looked incredibly beautiful in her outfit, so you felt like telling her. Your plan of action with Gina was to kill her with kindness, so you always tried to treat her almost like you treated everybody else–sometimes you did get a bit sarcastic, you’d admit, but it wasn’t the case with your original statement.

Gina forced a smile, and she took a sip of her drink before speaking again. “Likewise. That’s a very revealing dress. You’re really brave for wearing that”.

Of course. A back-handed compliment was always Gina’s way. In her eyes, you were brave for wearing a dress like this one because you were fat, and fat people never felt beautiful or confident enough to wear something that showed skin.

You could now practically feel the anger rolling off of Chris. This could potentially get really ugly, really quickly, so you immediately placed a hand on his chest, stopping whatever it was he was about to say. “I don’t think I understand, Gina. Why am I brave?”

Playing aloof was something that always drove her crazy. You’d lie if you said you didn’t like to do it on purpose. 

Gina blinked a little, and you saw her left eye twitch. “Well… You know…”

“I’m afraid I don’t? This is just how I normally dress for events like these, to be honest with you. So if anything I just feel like I usually do”.

Gina stumbled over her words, mumbling some pathetic excuse before she left altogether, and you finally heaved a sigh of relief as you took the stool she was previously sitting on. Chris’ form relaxed a bit, but you could tell he was still tense.

He thanked the bartender for bringing your drink, and he handed it to you. “What the fuck is that girl’s problem?”

“She just hates me and likes to be annoying about it”, you took a sip of the drink. It wasn’t particularly strong, for which you were grateful. “What was she talking to you about?”

“Honestly? No clue”, Chris took one last swing of his drink, placing the empty glass on the bar right after. “After I introduced myself and noticed she was trying to hit on me, I just stopped listening”.

“Can’t say I blame her for hitting on you”, you chuckled, taking another sip of your drink, placing a hand on your boyfriend’s thigh. “You look absolutely delicious, baby”.

It wasn’t like you liked when people hit on your boyfriend, but you could certainly understand why it happened. Chris was just unfairly handsome. Supernaturally so. Not only that but his entire aura just drew people to him, so at this point you weren’t surprised when someone tried to make a move.

To you, it didn’t matter anyway. Chris was yours, and yours only. Which was something you had absolutely no doubts about. After all, he had made sure to show you time and time again how true that was, so it didn’t make you particularly insecure if people hit on him, it mostly just annoyed you.

A smug smile spread on Chris’ face, and he placed one of his hands on top of yours on his thigh, hiking it further up. “Do I?”

“You do”, you looked him in the eyes as you said it, taking a sip of your drink. Chris’ gaze shifted, to that predator look of his you knew so well, which immediately had the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end.

You crossed one leg over the other. The slit of your dress exposed the skin of your upper thigh, and Chris’ eyes zeroed in on the movement. The tights might as well have not been there. One of the many love bites he’d left on your skin a couple of days ago was perfectly visible below the nylon, exposed only when the slit opened up more than it should probably have.

He stood up from his stool, moving to stand right in front of you, bringing a hand to your hip. Your soft flesh dipped under his tight hold, and you held your breath in anticipation when he leaned in to press a lingering kiss on your cheek before whispering in your ear. “Don’t try to rile me up now, pretty… Not unless you want us to get arrested for public indecency”.

You chuckled, but the way your thighs clenched to ease some of the ache that was quickly building between your legs didn’t go unnoticed. When Chris buried his face in the crook of your neck, brushed your pulse point with his nose, and inhaled deeply, you knew that the smell of your arousal probably didn’t go unnoticed, either.

“Say…” Chris spoke once he finally pulled himself away from your neck. “What if we get the fuck out of here?”

“Took the words right out of my mouth”, was the last thing you told him after you dawned the rest of your drink, before you pressed a brief kiss on his lips.

“Oh, fuck…”

After you and your boyfriend stepped through the door of your home, It took probably less than five seconds for him to push you against it and kiss you breathless.

His suit jacket ungracefully hit the floor when you pushed it off of his frame. You hastily untied his tie to also drop it somewhere on the floor just as he was rolling his sleeves up his arms, not detaching his mouth from yours for a second.

You didn’t even manage to unbutton two buttons of his shirt before he was taking a hold of your hips and turning you around so he could press his crotch to your ass. His lips attached your neck, making you whine, making you grind your ass on the very prominent tent in his trousers. His groans whenever you so much as put pressure on his growing erection would always be one of your favourite sounds in this world.

“Fuck, pretty…” Chris pulled you further against his crotch, just as he pressed kisses on your shoulder. “Can’t fucking believe the audacity of that woman…”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Of course Chris was still angry at Gina, you hadn’t expected any less of him. After all, you were comfortable in your body, but Chris was particularly proud of it himself, so he took these things personal. You supposed it was an instinctual reaction.

Before you knew it, he was on his knees, pushing your dress out of the way and ripping your tights. You gasped, surprised. “Chris!”

“I’ll get you new ones…” He replied simply, just as he attached his lips to your buttcheeks so he could suck and nibble your flesh, so he could leave his mark all over. “Fuck…look at this ass. I’ve been going crazy all night just seeing it in this fucking dress, baby…”

Chris gripped both buttocks tightly in his hands, making you whimper. He let go of them only to land mild smacks on each cheek, holding them again to attempt to soothe the sting. You were sure you were dripping already, and your suspicions were proven correct once your boyfriend pulled your thong to the side and got a good look at your bare centre.

“Shit… Push your hips back a bit more, pretty. Arch your back…”

You did as asked, and immediately, his mouth was on you. You swore, loudly, resting your forehead against the cold door of your flat as Chris lapped you up.

Reaching behind you, you buried your fingers in his hair and gripped him tightly, pushing him further into you with a whine. A low growl resonated from Chris, one of those animalistic growls that had goosebumps raising on your flesh, and his movements sped up with your motions.

Everything was a blur after that. You could only register your boyfriend’s devious tongue on your clit, your slit, your ass, anywhere he could reach. It didn’t take long for him to have you coming, to make your legs tremble as your orgasm raked throughout your body.

As soon as he stood back up from the floor, you turned around and pulled him to you, enveloping him in a sloppy kiss. You felt him fumble with his belt and his trousers, and a groan escaped his lips when you lightly scratched his scalp with your fingernails. 

“Sofa. Now”, Chris mumbled against your mouth, right before he pulled himself away from you and started getting out of his bottoms.

You were taking too long to get to your destination, clearly, because as soon as he was bare from the waist down, he took your hand and pulled you towards the sofa. When he sat down, he tugged on your hand, urging you to straddle him. So you did, right as you cupped his cheeks to pull him in for a fervent kiss.

Chris pulled you as close to him as he could, reaching behind you to further break your tights open. Somehow, your thong got caught in the cross-fire, and you would’ve complained about it had it not turned you on so much. He could break all your clothes, for all you cared.

“Need you inside me. Now”, you mumbled against his mouth between kisses, moaning at the feel of his fingers digging on the supple flesh of your ass, at the feel of his shaft dragging through your folds with every roll of your hips.

“Fuck… Go slow, then, pretty baby…”

You’d gotten better at coaxing your boyfriend into giving you his cock with less prep than he’d usually prefer. You were always fine, you were used to him already, considering how often you had sex, so it hardly ever hurt as long as you did go slow.

Separating your bodies a bit, you took his length in your hand, feeling him throb in your grasp as you gave him a couple of pumps. Chris groaned, throwing his head back, and your mouth watered. Both at the feel of him in your hand, and the sight of him, all dishevelled, desperate for you just like you were desperate for him.

“Fuck, perfect little cunt, huh?” Chris mumbled when you started to sink on his cock. He’d told you before, many times, how perfect he thought your cunt was. ‘It’s like… So plump on the outside, just like the rest of you… But so fucking warm and tight on the inside… Makes me wanna eat it all the time, baby, it really does’.

“Your perfect little cunt, Chris. Yours”, you whispered in his ear, whining once he was fully sheathed within your warmth. “Perfect little cunt for your big, alpha cock. Hm?”

Chris hummed, holding your hips tightly so he could guide you to start moving back and forth, letting your clit deliciously rub against his pubic bone. “Your alpha’s cock, pretty. All for you”.

With trembling hands, you unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way so you could press your palms against his heated skin while you kissed him.

Chris always made you feel so full. Not only with his monster cock, but also with the undeniable love he had for you. There was just absolutely no doubt in your mind that this werewolf under you loved you with all of him, and, quite honestly, you had no doubt in your mind that you loved him just as much. You hoped he knew.

“I love you so much”, you gasped, rolling your hips harder against him, and his grip on your hips tightened.

If he didn’t know how much you loved him, you’d remind him. You’d remind him as many times as necessary.

“I love you, too”, Chris replied simply, kissing your cheeks, groaning a bit. “Wanna come again like this, baby? Grinding against me with my cock deep inside you?”

You just nodded, burying your face in the crook of his neck to press kisses on his skin, whining, moaning, feeling your mind empty out, leaving nothing but your boyfriend behind.

“Fuck, I want that, too… Want to feel you come around me, and then rail you on this very sofa. Would you let me, pretty? Let me fuck you dumb?”

You nodded again, speeding the movement of your hips, claiming your boyfriend’s mouth in a heated, sloppy kiss to muffle all the sinful sounds coming out of your mouth.

After a while of this, of just kissing and grinding against Chris, when you started to feel the familiar build up of your orgasm in your belly, you felt Chris’ hands move away from your hips. He dragged them all the way down to your thighs, your calves, and back up, squeezing as he went, humming and groaning into your mouth.

“Pretty, these heels… They make your legs look extra scrumptious”, he dragged his short nails over the fabric of your tights–or what was left of them… “Been–fuck… going insane all night”.

“I–I know”, you replied simply, whimpering a bit as you started to grind even harder against his pubic bone. “That’s why I got them… Why I wore them to go out with you tonight”.

Chris laughed at that, throwing his head back and everything. It made you laugh as well, with the only difference between your reactions being that yours ended in a breathless moan as your boyfriend bucked his hips. “I might be the monster here, but you’re certainly the dangerous one, love”.

“Mmm… My dear monster boyfriend…” You were honestly not even making much sense to yourself, but you vaguely noticed Chris’ gaze softening, which somehow had your lower belly tightening further. “Baby, I’m so, so close…”

“Good”, Chris replied simply, kissing you again.

You needed something extra, though. You knew you could come like this soon, but you were craving a bit more stimulation. “Chris?”

“Mm?”

“My tits”, you mumbled against his mouth, and Chris inhaled deeply, detaching himself from you.

“Want me to play with your tits, love?”

As soon as you nodded, Chris was pulling the front of your dress down so he could cup your breasts without barriers. He dragged his fingers over your stiffening nipples, making you roll your hips harder, faster, and mumble a barely audible ‘More…’

It took only a couple of rolls of your nipples between his fingers for you to finally come crashing down, moaning your boyfriend’s name and burying your face in the crook of his neck. Chris just held you close, mumbling words of praise against your hair as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

When you caught your breath enough, you pulled away from his neck, smiling brightly at him and bringing him in for a sweet kiss.

“Feeling okay, my love?” Chris asked, pressing lingering kisses on your cheek.

“Perfect, baby”, you replied simply, melting under the motions of his lips.

“Good. Now, let’s get you out of this thing…”

Chris helped you get out of your dress, and as soon as he’d shrugged his shirt off, you were on all fours on your sofa. Knees firm on the cushions, elbows on the armrest, and your boyfriend right behind you, shoving his werewolf cock time and time again within your sensitive core.

In no time, Chris had you a whimpering, moaning mess again. His hands were everywhere, on your hips or your waist to pull you back to meet each one of his precise thrusts, on your shoulders or the back of your neck to hold you in place, or even digging on the supple flesh of your thighs.

“Can’t believe…some people would even dare imply…” Chris brought a hand to your shoulder, pulling back towards him and wrapping an arm around your waist so his chest could be flush to your back. His lips attached to your neck, eliciting more moans to fall from your mouth. “…that this body of yours is anything less than perfect, fuck… So, so perfect. All mine to enjoy… I’m so fucking lucky…”

His relentless pace had your mind completely disconnected from everything outside of your flat’s walls. It took a moment to register what he was saying, to remember the encounter with your co-worker earlier in the evening. It was so insignificant to you, but it struck a nerve of Chris’, clearly.

Bringing a hand behind you to take a hold of his hair, holding onto the backrest for stability with the other, you started to push your hips back to the best of your capabilities in this position, just as quiet moans spilled freely from your lips. If there was anything you were good at at this point, it was knowing what to say to your boyfriend to calm him down in situations like these.

“All yours, Chris…” Your grip on his hair tightened, his thrusts sped up, and you were honestly on the verge of tears. “My soft body all perfect for you and your puppies, hm?”

“Oh, shit–Fuck, fuck. Gonna blow–”

“Stuff me full, Christopher. Gonna stuff me completely full of your pups, right?” 

His hair tickled your skin when he nodded. One, two, three more thrusts and Chris groaned, filling you to the brim with his cum, panting, borderline growling against the skin of your shoulder. His other arm also wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to his body, and you immediately relaxed in his hold.

“Your…” Chris started speaking, a bit breathless. “Your soft body all perfect for me and our puppies…”

You giggled at that, feeling yourself flush.

“Get back on your elbows, pretty…”

You did as asked, lowering yourself again. Chris pulled out, and his cum started leaking from your now swollen hole. You heard him swear, barely a whisper before he started wiping you clean.

“I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but I seriously hope you’re not using my black dress to wipe your cum off of me”.

Chris laughed, and he asked you to lay on your back. That was when you noticed it wasn’t your dress, but his shirt he’d used.

“‘Course not, silly”, he started untying your heels to get them off. What was left of your tights came off after, finally leaving you completely bare.

Chris hovered over you for a second, pressing a brief kiss on your lips before he snuggled closer, laying his head on your chest. “I love how you look in that dress, wouldn’t want to ruin it…”

You hummed, burying your fingers in his hair, massaging his scalp. The tips of his hair had started to curl again from his sweat, and it made you smile.

“You looked incredibly handsome tonight, baby…” You couldn’t help but compliment him, kissing the top of his head. “You always do, but tonight especially…”

Chris kissed your chest, finding his way to your neck to lick and kiss your pulse point as well. “And you looked gorgeous, love”.

After a while of cuddles, of a comfortable silence spent catching your breaths, Chris shuffled down your body, kissing his way all the way down to your tummy where he placed loud, lingering kisses there before he stood up from the sofa altogether. He scooped you in his arms, and pressed a brief kiss on your lips, making you giggle.

You found yourselves in your bathroom seconds after, where your boyfriend started drawing a bath while he dropped the words you’d been waiting for all night. ‘Okay, I need you to tell me who was who tonight. I need to put faces to all this office gossip you’ve been telling me for months, baby, or I won’t be able to sleep tonight…’

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[thefrontofmymind]

Might As Well 6; Just Outside Of Town

matty healy x videographer!reader

WC: 3771

masterlist

WARNING 18+ MDNI

The first word that came to your mind was content. As you laid in Matty’s arms, watching as the sun rose, you were content. Satisfied was the second word–you thought it was alright with Dylan, you thought that was what an orgasm was. You were wrong. It was like both of your bodies just fit so flawlessly together. It was perfect. From the second you kissed, through every time he asked if you were okay, to now laying together in perfect silence, you’d never felt so calm.

Once the sun was comfortably in the sky, you turned to look at him, you got a shock when you saw he was already looking at you. You both let out a small chuckle–yours from embarrassment and his from feeling you jump a little.

“You alright, darlin’?” He asked with a smirk.

“Yeah, just…” You started, matching his smile. “Happy.”

“Well I’d hope so…” He joked. “With all the work I just put in…if you weren’t happy that’d be a problem.”

“No! I just…I’m glad this happened.”

“Good.” He kissed the top of your head–an easy reach with you perched into the side of his body. “Me too.”

Eventually, you two drifted off to sleep after the string of occasional, sleepy chatter died out. You woke up at about half eleven. The warmth had crept into Matty’s room, leaving you both with a thin sheen of sweat on your skin and a serious case of cotton-mouth.

Matty was kind enough to let you have a shower at his place, you washed off the sweat and now extremely smudged makeup from the night before.

As you both crept downstairs to his van, you hear shuffling in the kitchen. And then a gruff voice.

“Matthew is that you?” An older, bald man walked into the hallway. He had the same eyes as Matty.

“Dad…” Matty said, he sounded surprised. “This is…a friend.”

“Hello, darlin’,” he said in a kind voice.

“Hi…” You trailed off.

“Call me Tim.”

“I’m just taking her home…” Matty said.

You began to panic. What does Tim think of me? Staying the night at his house with his son? Before you could dwell on it too much, Matty was ushering you out the front door and into his van.

In an all too familiar routine, Matty drove you back home, though now there was an air of…something different. You felt closer to him, obviously, but not just physically–you finally were starting to understand one another. You could read his micro-expressions better, and you were sure he was doing the same thing right back at you. As he pulled into your drive, there was a lingering moment of silence as the two of you before you actually said a goodbye. Fuck it.

You leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on his lips. Immediately, one of his hands went to the back of your neck, holding you as he deepened the kiss. The fireworks you felt the night before were still there. It was almost painful to pull away.

“I need to go!” You giggled as Matty refused to let you get too far.

“Just one more kiss,” he requested. So you did, and with an extraordinarily joyful goodbye, you left.

You mum basically accosted you as soon as you stepped through the door.

“How are you feeling?” She asked, already handing you a glass of water. 

“Just a bit hungover,” you answered, trying your hardest to not show your giddiness. 

She gave you a sympathetic smile. “I know, darling, Chris said you had a bit to drink.”

“I did…” You said through a yawn. 

“Just go to bed, love, I’ll wake you for dinner…”

You shuffled to your room. You couldn’t stop smiling as you took off your boots, put on your cosiest pyjamas, and scanned through your shelf of DVDs from one to put on while you–hopefully–got some sleep. Scarface. You put it on, on a low volume, the opening credits’ music began to lull you to sleep.

You very quickly realised half the rush of being with Matty was the secrecy of it. The winks to each other when no one was looking, the secret texts, the hand on your thigh when you coincidentally sat next to each other at the pub.

What you loved the most was the look. A silent signal that meant ‘I’m going to hide in the bathroom, you better be in there with me after I count to twenty’.

You were patiently waiting in the disabled bathroom at whatever pub your whole group had chosen for the night. It was a bit further from home than normal, you’d taken the train just a little bit west for a new adventure. And it was busier–being a Friday night and all–so it was a little easier to slip away without anyone even realising you were gone.

You heard a knock on the door. Your secret knock. You quickly opened the door and let him in. Immediately his lips were on yours. Adrenaline was running through your veins as one of your hands reached to his belt buckle.

Matty broke the kiss and chuckled. “Eager, are we?”

“Please just fuck me.”

With a smug grin, his hands joined yours to undo his belt. And as you popped open the button of his jeans and drew down the zipper, he reached under your skirt. You let out a light moan as his fingers pulled your underwear aside and dove into your wetness. And he let out an equally filthy moan when your hand went straight for his boxers and gave him a few tugs–already half hard.

It was quick and sloppy, within ten minutes you were both spent and you were trying to fix your makeup so it didn’t look like you just got your brains fucked out. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Matty crouch to pick up your discarded underwear off the tiled floor. You thought he was going to give them back to you, but he did the opposite, shoving them into his pocket, and giving you a joking wink when he noticed you were watching him.

You went back to the group first, then Matty joined you all after he counted to 100. Nobody noticed when you both rejoined. The conversation was all too focussed on the woman behind the bar that George was sweet on.

“I swear! She gave me a double shot! She wants me!” He argued, to which everyone scoffed.

“She’s a ten, mate! She’d never go for you,” Ross joked.

“Nah! She’s been flirting with me every time I go up and order a drink!”

“Because she wants a tip!” You eventually interjected.

“Well if she’s lucky she’ll get more than one tip tonight,” George quipped.

You groaned in response. “Look, if you think she wants you so bad, I’ll make you a bet.”

He nodded. 

“If you can go up there and order a glass of milk and down it right in front of her, and if she’s still going after you…I’ll pay for all of your drinks for the rest of the summer, and if she doesn’t go for it, you’ll do the same.”

A chorus of ‘oooo’s echoed around the group.

“Deal.”

And with a shake of hands he was off to the bar while the rest of you watched eagerly.  The poor girl looked so confused when he asked, giving a slight nod before grabbing a glass and filling it with milk.

You saw the look of horror over the barmaid’s face as he tipped the glass up and downed it in less than three seconds–you couldn’t help but laugh, you just got all your drinks for free for the rest of the summer. 

Your entire group let out a laugh as you all watched George try to keep a conversation with her while she was working. Then you almost felt back when you saw her say something to him, quite irritated. George slowly trudged back to the table you were crowded around.

“She’s busy working,” he started. “Doesn’t have time to talk.”

“You’ll get her some other time, G.” You patted him on the back

You were suddenly wishing you’d brought a pair of sunglasses with you as you climbed the tree outside of Matty’s house, getting closer and closer to his open window, him leaning out and telling you to hurry up. Eventually you reached the sill, when Matty took hold of you to pull you into his bedroom.

“Now will you tell me why I couldn’t just use the front door?” You asked between feverish kisses after a good twenty minutes of anticipation–you had to take the bus to Matty’s house, he was stuck babysitting his brother, who you were still yet to meet.

“Can’t have Louis finding out,” he answered, pulling you to his bed.

“Are you embarrassed of me?” You chided.

“Nah, he’ll just snitch on me.”

“Are you scared of your parents finding out about me?” You teased, you could see him getting flustered.

“I’m not scared just…I don’t want them to think of you badly,” he said. You understood his concerns, you’d been thinking about your run-in with Tim. “Plus, it’s so much hotter sneaking around.”

You laughed and kissed him again, only breaking it to take off your vest–thin, white material that you could clearly see your bra through, by design.

Things got more and more heated, you were quivering with anticipation of what was to come. That was until there was a knock on the door.

In a fit of panic, Matty pushed you off of him, trying to find a place for you to hide. You quickly hid under the bed. You heard Matty open his bedroom door.

“What’s up?” He asked.

“I need help,” Louis said.

“Yeah?”

“What temperature do I turn the oven to for chicken nuggets?”

You let out a quiet chuckle.

“One-ninety, eighteen minutes.”

“Cool,” the young boy answered. “Do you want some?”

“No thanks, mate.”

You heard the door close and Matty’s footsteps getting closer to the bed. You poked your head out the side of the bed, met with the sight of Matty laughing, looking down at you. He helped you to your feet, enveloping you in a tight hug. The air in the room had changed drastically–from salacious anticipation to a more wholesome, contentment.

“My dad has asked about you though,” he said, still with arms around your waist. You hummed in response, eyebrows raised. “I told him you’re going away to uni and he said he wants you to come over for dinner one night before you leave.”

Your heart swelled at the fact that he’d been talking to his dad about you. “Wouldn’t that mean we wouldn’t be sneaking around anymore?”

“Well we still can with everyone else,” he answered with a cheeky grin. “They don’t have to know…”

You giggled, kissing him again. The air shifted back and you were all over each other once again.

You were overwhelmed by the stars in the sky. Matty had taken you out to the outskirts of Wilmslow, just far enough from all the lights to actually see the night sky above you. You would’ve been frightened about the fact that you and him were all alone in the middle of nowhere so late at night if it wasn’t for the fact that you were so high–something that only added to the whole experience.

As your eyes were up, Matty was stuck looking at you, smiling at your awestruck expression. It was then that he knew. He knew it would be hard to say goodbye to you and that dreaded day was getting closer and closer, a mere ten days left of you. He was trying not to think about it, but every time he saw you, his mind would scream at you to savour every moment.

“Do you think the stars ever get lonely?” You asked him out of the blue.

“What?” He chuckled.

“Like the sun is the closest star to us, all the other stars are so far away…” You explained. “If I was a star I’d get lonely.”

He lightly chuckled at you. Everything you did just made him more endeared to you. Without you even trying.

“If you were a star I’d be an astronaut and visit you,” he said. “So you would never be lonely.”

“You promise?”

“Forever.”

You scooted closer to Matty on the picnic blanket you were both lying on. He lifted an arm to wrap around you so you could comfortably lay on his shoulder. Even with the sheen of sweat over both of you, all clammy and sticky, you couldn’t think of a better place to be in that moment.

When you turned your head to look at him, you were fully expecting him to be looking at the sky like you were, but no, he was looking at you. There was a sadness in his eyes, a sadness he was trying to hide. You couldn’t stand the sight–the idea that this true, deep sadness was your doing–so you kissed him.

It was a very tender kiss, something rare with the two of you. This was the first kiss that felt real, not just the means to an end of getting off. It said all the words you knew would get choked up in your throat.

You felt his tongue swipe across your bottom lip, you opened your mouth to let him gain entry. You couldn’t get any closer to him if you tried–and you did try, pulling him to lay over you, one of his hands keeping a firm grasp on your thigh.

You were thankful that your fashion choice for the summer were skirts–especially short ones at that–so Matty had easy access to tease a thumb stroking over your underwear. You needed him, and he needed you–as evident from his semi poking into the side of your hip.

With a little shuffling, your underwear was around your ankles and your hand was exploring his boxers. Matty let out a guttural moan in your ear as he was kissing down your neck, it was good to know you were doing something right.

It wasn’t long before Matty had shimmied his jeans down and his hard cock was slowly inching further and further into you. It was a feeling you were so used to now. In fact, something you knew you would miss–along with every other thing about Matty that you loved so dearly.

You’d never fucked like this before. Staunch eye contact between the both of you as Matty thrusted over and over. You weren’t racing to an orgasm, you were appreciating the moment. You could tell Matty felt the same, trying to memorise your gasps and moans and you melted into the pleasure he was giving you.

Soon his pace quickened, and a hand that was previously stroking your hip moved to your clit, firm circles. Matty could feel you approaching your climax, pulsating around him.

“Matty…babe…” You moaned. “I’m…”

“Cum, darling,” he answered, kissing you again.

If it weren’t for the fact that your mouth was a little preoccupied, you would’ve let out a rasping moan, one that was swallowed up by Matty–on the verge, himself, from the squeeze of your pussy as you came. It was only a minute or so until he emptied into the condom he’d hastily slid on and rolled to lay beside you.

You both didn’t say much, laying in the euphoria of the best sex you’d ever had. The stars somehow looked more beautiful than before. You heard a laugh from Matty and his zipper.

You watched him struggle to his feet, then as he just stood and looked at you. You couldn’t mistake the grin plastered across his face in the moonlight. Then he leant down to your feet, fetching your underwear that was still around your boots, and shoving them into his pocket.

“I’m gonna start charging you for those,” you joked.

“What else am I supposed to remember you by?” He laughed, pulling you to your feet. “I’ll reimburse you when I’m all rich and famous. I’ll even get you all fancy ones.”

“Expect the invoice,” you replied.

You were glad to finally see Matty’s house, properly now. You knew his parents were on the telly, and it really showed with just how lovely their home was. You’d commented on it when you first arrived and Matty’s mum blushed with a ‘thank you’.

“And you must call me Denise, darling!” She told you.

It was a good night. You thought there would be some pressure, some anxiety, but it all felt so easy. You laughed and drank as Tim and Denise told you embarrassing stories of when Matty was little. You gave an enthusiastic “awesome, mate!” when Louis told you he wanted to be an actor when he grew up.

It all felt so…normal. You’d never gone to the house of the guy you liked, had dinner with his parents and desperately hoped they liked you. You never even went to Dylan’s house while you were dating. Somehow, this felt more real that what you had with Dylan ever was.

Dwelling on it too much as you were getting ready for bed just made you sad. Two days. Two days left before you would be up-ending your life and moving to the completely opposite side of the country–around Southerners. You hadn’t even thought about how you would say goodbye–to your family, to your friends, to Matty. It made you tear up just thinking about it, but you were quickly running out of time.

Sitting in your bedroom, surrounded by the three boxes of the things you were taking with you, felt so…small. All the significant things in your life–your favourite clothes, your most important DVDs, your laptop, and the photos of all your memories–could fit into just three cardboard boxes. 

The house felt too quiet, like the air was somehow thicker around your room. You felt like you needed it though–the solitude–for your last night home. You were exhausted from the night before, when your family threw you a going-away party to send you off. A night filled with individual ‘goodbye’s for each person you would miss so dearly. It would just be your mum driving you down to Brighton in the morning, you didn’t want a fuss, and your dad would be meeting you there to help you and her move you into the flat you were staying in for the semester. Even though you desperately needed it, you didn’t know if you could cry anymore, you were all out of tears.

You must’ve just been sitting on your bed, just basking in it all, for almost half an hour, when you heard a gentle knock at your door. 

It opened a crack and light came pouring into your dark room from the light in the hallway. It was him, the one person who you knew you would miss the most.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” Matty asked when he saw your face devoid of emotion.

“Yeah, yeah…” You answered, trying to put on your most convincing smile.

He stood at the door, looking at you. He could see right through you.

“Do you wanna go for a drive? I have a goodbye present,” he said with a smile.

You mirrored his smile. One last time, you thought. In a flash, your boots were on and you were getting comfy in the passenger seat of Matty’s van as he drove to the park down the road. You tried not to dwell too much on the goodbye, just trying to enjoy your time with him.

Once the familiar, musky smoke had filled your lungs, you felt at ease again. Like nothing was about to change. You chatted like you always did, laughed like you always did, made out, which was a much more recent addition to your friendship.

“I have another present for you,” he said, lightening your kisses.

“Another one? You sure know how to spoil a girl,” you joked.

He opened a CD case and put the disk into his radio while explaining, “I wrote this a little while ago…It wasn’t ready until today and I think you should hear it.”

Soft guitar strumming came through the speakers, it was calming. And then Matty’s voice, so soft and gentle.

“Well we’re here, we’re at the common again. Smoked six of the ten fags I bought only an hour ago.”

You loved it immediately.

“Said well I…I like the look of your shoes, I like the way your face looks when I’m arguing with you.”

You chuckled a little.

“And so when, when we all grow old…I hope this song will remind you that I’m not half as bad as what you’ve been told.”

You smiled, this time to yourself. A warmth spread through your chest.

“When I knock…At a hundred and two, and I see your pyjamas, I can’t stop smiling at you.”

Your vision blurred with tears. Tears you didn’t know you had in you.

“And that’s why we’re here. We’re at the common again. I’ve been pouring my heart out towards your optimistic grin.

I said well I…like the cut of your jib, and I like the way that your face looks when you’re yapping on about him.

I put on this shirt, and I found your smell, and I just sat there for ages. Contemplating what to do with myself.”

Tears were freely flowing now, and your hand had an almost vice-like grip on his. Like he would be blown a hundred miles away if your grip loosened enough to let him slip away.

“And I called you up…at a hundred and two. We just sat there for ages, talking about that boy what was getting on to you…you…you…you.”

The song ended and you were both left in silence–only broken by your occasional sniffle.

“I can’t go,” you said eventually. “I’m not going tomorrow.”

“No you’re not!” Matty answered, in a very firm tone.

“I can’t leave!” You yelled. “I can’t leave you!”

Matty gave you a knowing look, before placing a kiss on your forehead. “You can…You’re starting your life and you’ll meet new people and you’ll…find peace.”

“What about you?” You asked.

“You can’t shake me off that easy, darling!” He laughed. “I’ll come and visit you, me and the guys. You can show us around the beach…”

You smiled. “I love you so much…you know.”

It was a loaded sentence, you didn’t really think before you spoke.

“I know.” He pulled you into a hug. “You’re my best friend.”

#matty healy x reader #matty healy fic #matty healy fluff #matty healy smut

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HEY WHAT'S UP PEOPLE!! So sorry for being kinda inactive within the Cleon/Resident Evil fandom. BUT GUESS WHAT?!

THEY ALL ARE IN 1 MOVIE! And it's like one big reunion😭.

This is not a drill, guys.

I REPEAT. THIS. IS. NOT. A . DRILL.

Fans have been asking for Ada/Carlos/Billy/Sheva/Barry or basically every other RE characters to be in a movie TOGETHER. But this is just the beginning, folks. Let Capcom takes some baby steps cause I can see their effort in trying to hear us. On the other hand, we should be grateful for what we have right now (AKA THIS) rather than nothing at all.

I never once thought that Capcom would do this and making our wish comes true! We've been waiting for a long time. Even YEARS for this😭.

This, folks, in my humble opinion, is what a true fanservice is🥲👍🏻. Good move and marketing from Capcom! They know how to make such a powerful scene and poster to promote this movie!

Don't mind me attaching this again (cause I'm freaking excited😭).

This folks, this poster right here will always be iconic and historical for Resident Evil fans (both new and old generation).

I can't wait to see Leon and Jill interaction!

How do they meet?

Is Chris involved in them meeting each other?

Or is it because of the whole BSAA vs Government sort of thing?

SO MANY QUESTIONS I HAVE AND SO MANY DAMN SCENARIOS ALREADY PLAYING INSIDE MY HEAD JUST BECAUSE OF THAT.

Also, I mean yes I know that Leon and Jill will meet (I was shocked😂) B-BUT CLAIRE???? ESPECIALLY REBECCA?!! THIS IS BOTH OF THEM WE'RE TALKING ABOUT.

ALL. IN. ONE. MOVIE.

WHAT THE HELL IS GONNA HAPPEN IN DEATH ISLAND?

Something serious definitely happens if ALL OF THEM ARE POINTING THEIR GUNS LIKE THAT.

It's mortifying to see them taking action yet wonderful at the same time😂 Whoever the enemy is, they're a complete idiot for not throwing their ass out the second they see them like that💀

Like helloooooo??? Sir, Ma'am, for your informations, we have Chris a.k.a the boulder master, Leon our golden boy with that amazing hair, and I don't think I need to start with the women😂

If anything, HOW DOES EVERYONE MEET AT ONE MOMENT? CAPCOM BETTER PREPARE SOME GOOD STORYLINE RIGHT THERE AND NOT JUAT MAKING THEM MEET COINCIDENTALLY. That'd be weird💀

AND BASED ON THE SCREENSHOT, IT SEEMS LIKE THEY'RE GIVING CLAIRE SOME ACTIONS AND NOT SIDELINING HER!! Yay for this😭

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST, (the most important part for me and other Cleon shippers😂)

Claire and Leon.

CLAIRE AND LEON.

THIS IS YOUR CHANCE CAPCOM,

YOUR DAMN CHANCE.

DON'T FREAKING RUIN IT😭

To see both Claire and Leon talking to each other or even have moments together will always make me happy. Over the moon precisely.

I-IF WE'RE EVER GONNA HAVE SOME CLEON MOMENTS-

I-MY HEART-😭

WELL WE BETTER BE THO😆. IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME. I'll cherish their moment, even the slightest bit, seconds by seconds. Hoping that we see both of them getting closer to each other because of the reconciliation😭. Just give me some Cleon moments please Capcom😩

There. I said it.

Thank you for coming to TED talk☺

#resident evil #claire redfield #leon kennedy #cleon #leon x claire #give us the cleon we want god dammit capcom #chris x jill #rebecca chambers #chris redfield #jill valentine #leon and claire #leon s kennedy #claire x leon

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hello!! I was wondering if you could write something about lee!han and ler!stray kids where the kids find han sleeping on the couch and instead of bringing him a blanket and stuff, they all take turns tickling him (ex: on his feet, sides, armpits) to see who can wake him up first? and jisung keep squirming around in his sleep making the boys tickle him harder and harder? thank you!!

I looove this idea!! I’m so sorry for taking so long to answer 😭 Also I’m sorry if I didn’t do what you requested. Thank you for requesting!

A Rude Awakening

Lee: Han

Ler: Stray Kids

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Han was tired. It had been a long week, from promoting the new album, to training for their comeback, it’s safe to say he was exhausted. The only thing in the world he wanted to do was take a nap.

“Sleep. SLEEP!” His brain seemed to be screaming at him. He wandered from room to room, trying to find a good napping place, until he chose the couch. He would have gotten a pillow and a blanket to help him fall asleep, but the second his head touched the fabric his eyes started getting heavy and soon after, he fell asleep.

In another room, the other 7 members were chatting.

“No that’s what I’m saying, Oddinary is better than 5 Star”

“Wtf?!? No 5 star’s way better”

They slowly walked out of the room and coincidentally walked into the same room Han was in.

“Aww, Han’s sleeping.”, Chan said, smiling at how cute his bandmate was.

“He’s sleeping like a baby!” Hyunjin chuckled, while snapping a picture.

“He’s probably cold. Maybe we should get him some blankets and a pillow for his head?” Felix questioned

“Or we could cuddle him? He’s too cute to just leave here” Minho suggested

At first, the bunny’s idea seemed to be working. But, someone’s finger slipped and accidentally poked Han’s side. He moved abruptly, surprised by the sudden sensation.

“What was that? Maybe he’s having a bad dream?”

Chan, knowing how ticklish he was, smirked, understanding what was going on. Chris took advantage of the fact that his shirt was slightly pulled up, exposing his belly button. He slowly circled his pointer finger around Han’s belly button. Not wasting any time, he quickly sped up the circling, going closer to the younger’s belly button each time. Chan smiled even wider, as his finger was now inside the younger’s tickle button.

Han being very ticklish, giggled once he felt the older’s finger.

“Aw, is someone a bit ticklish?” Changbin questioned, finally understanding what was going on.

“Gahahahahaha stohop”

“Why would we stop? We just started”, Seungmin asked in a teasing way

“Pleahease don’t pin meee. And pleahease dohon’t tickle my hips, they’re too sensitive. Please don’t give mehe raspberries” Han asked in a begging manner

“I’m starting to think you want us to do all those things”

“Aww hyungie, do you actually want this?” Jeongin asked, whilst poking his side

“Noyesmaybe, hah no, of course not”

“Hmm that sounded too indecisive, I think you deserve a punishment”, Lee Know stated, while heavily smirking

“I think you’re right, hyung. Maybe a wrecking session?” Hyunjin added

“Great idea, what do you think, Han?”

At this point, Han was so flustered, he couldn’t speak coherent sentences.

“I ah I think umm”

“Aw he’s blushing already” Felix stated, making the ace blush harder

“I say we just go for it” Hyunjin stated matter of factly

“I agree!”

Before Han could reply, his arms were already pinned over his head and fingers were fluttering and scribbling all over his sensitive body.

“HAHAHA ITS TOHO MUCH HAHAHA”

“I thought you wanted this?” Lee Know teased

The teasing only made the younger even more sensitive.

“Hahahahha it tickles soho bad HAHAHAHAHAHA”

Han was reaching his breaking point, which the members could see.

“So Hannie, I think we’ve completed all your requests, except one.” Chan said

“Huh?” The rapper asked while still giggling off the ghost tickles

“You’re right, we haven’t given him raspberries yet”

“Oh nohoho I think that’s okay I don’t need that I’m fi- AHAHAHAHA” Han interrupted his rambling with his own laughter.

All the members were blowing and ticklishly kissing him in different places of his body. Although it was intense, he actually… liked it?

“HAHAHAHHAHAA I THINK I'M GONNA DIE IF YOUHOU GUYHYUS KEEHEEP GOIHING”

Han was right, his face was completely red and he was breathing very hard.

They all stopped and looked down at the younger, seeing what a cute friend they had. One that liked being tickled, even though he wouldn’t admit it.

Shortly after, they got off of him, deciding they had exhausted Jisung enough. He’d probably need another nap.

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Thank you for reading! I hope you have a good rest of your day/night 😁

(As a lee this was very flustering to write 😭)

#Stray Kids tickle #kpop tickle #k pop tickle fic #stray kids tickle fic #Lee Han #Ler stray kids

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My fav thing about all this is that after 2 years and 2 weddings, and 1024884 articles about dating and marriage, Chris finally admitted he’s married and STILL did not mention his wife by name nor did he compliment her in any way.

But all this means is there’s still no official sound bite. I get that many ppl will say he didn’t need to mention her name and yes it’s true everyone knew who he was speaking about…but do they?

Tabloids do not have him on quote at any point saying AB’s name. Even on the scare videos he miraculously never said her name once. He was on print saying he had a gf and still no name. He went on stage and actually admitted to being married and mentioned a lady being from PT but still no name.

There are thousands/millions of women in PT or from PT. One could easily say he married any one of them. (This is clearly sarcasm because everyone knows he’s referring to AB) but the tabloids to this day can still only assume he married AB because she is most recently connected to him and is from PT. Occam’s razor and so that’s what they’ll continue to write and circulate. They can absolutely do that and the GP and most fans will believe it and atp won’t question him or it. Unless you’re the small 1 percent who sees the inconsistencies that almost feel on purpose. 😉

But without wedding photos released to the public or a people exclusive with pics and a official statement, they can only use the same separate stock photos of them side by side or one of the 20 from his vday video which only has one pic of them actually kissing. Coincidentally, the only photo ppl have of them being together after the wedding is a blurry back of the head photo of them with no money shot. The Central Park debut pap pics have them in masks and then one video of her with no mask looking pissed while he’s covered head to toe with mask. WDW she’s in a crop top showing her tattoo while he’s covered head to toe in hat and mask. LOL. The only photos of him and her together were in 24 hour IG stories that disappeared so they can’t be traced back to a direct live and existing link.

Friends and family follow but nobody publicly posts a pic of her with him or vice versa. Both sides. Both sides don’t even publicly show up in the same pics together. Justin the trolling king of clout still can’t post actual photos with both groups in Bermuda so he posts 97474 ones of his sisters wedding instead.

So after all this, it’s still a strategy for plausible deniability which is so hilarious because you’d think he’d actually have the moment to get on stage and talk about her and how amazing she is but he used 5 out of 30 seconds to say his wife from PT and used the other 25 seconds to mention the two weddings and reflecting on being married - before going on a 10 min love sesh about his dog. Even when he mentioned his ex gf Jenny slate he had a paragraph of compliments for her. They did a whole podcast together before they started dating. They have cute candids of them together caught by fans and friends/family posted them together in private photos. There were old interviews where he mentioned he loved hanging out with his gf (Jessica biel) because she was an awesome person. They were publicly cute and attended red carpets and even did movies together.

But his wife who he has had as a gf for awhile is big on judging ppl’s energies when she meets them and is from PT.

TMZ got some homework to do or they simply don’t care because in a court of law, none of this evidence can be used to prove they are married. It’s all speculation still because Occam’s razor and likes and follows on IG are not equate to “hard proof.” An anonymous source saying their names together are married but no official confirmation still isn’t 100% proof. It’s just heavy and intentional speculation designed to make you just accept and believe that it’s true and not question but the fine print is there.

I think they intend to keep it this way until they have fulfilled their purpose.

(By no means am I saying they didn’t have a wedding. It would just be stupid atp to do all that and not. But I’ve also known someone who had a lavish wedding but didn’t actually file the marriage paperwork. So despite being married to the public, they were never legally married. And when they got “divorced”, they just split and had no ties to each other. True story.)

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Episode 11 is as though Chris decides to salvage his safe box of suppressed trauma from the depths of the ocean to show us what’s inside before he proceeds to dump it again, but this time dragging all of us along with it. Enough said.

Spoilers under the cut...

Chris’ past and motivation reveal is bittersweet, and endearing (bratty baby Chris!), but nothing too unexpected. It’s more interesting to note that Chris never said that he’s planning to X-hand with 4-of-a-kind like Tyler did, but is aiming for an “X-blind” instead. Which, coincidentally is also something Ban wants, hence probably why the Klondikes are siding with him for now. What is it, really, and what’s its consequence? The question remains.

And while we’re at that, what the hell is that explosion that Chris got caught up in? Are explosions just common occurrence in Fourland? Lol

Yay me, I was right in guessing that the package was sent to Chelsea! He deserves the slap big time though lmao.

I didn’t see Lindsey of all people coming, but it’s a nice surprise! Is there a significance in the number 200,000 that Chris gave? Was it mentioned anywhere earlier? I feel like it was.

Unexpectedly the scene that wrecked me is Finn’s slight pause after saying “Chris is my...” followed by “he has Michelle as his family, though”. What’s wrong with the two of you...? Finn and Chris cares deeply about each other yet their relationship is something deliciously complicated... these two can make me laugh as well as cry the most...

Leo biting his nail and getting teased by both Vijay and Wendy owns my heart.

The part where Chris says “You too... wants to be back together?” but in the end hardens his resolve is so stupidly dramatic in a good kind of way. (Yes, together! I yelled from the other side of the screen, Finn is such a mood these days).

So... at its core, High Card is about family? Found family? Or how you define family? Totally my jam.

Owen finally does show up at last minute only to headshot Chris is hilarious. The entire sequence was so cool not gonna lie. At least we get to hear Chris’ iconic line again and now I’m sure that Owen owns a Diamond card.

What to look forward for next week: A second season lmao. 

At this point I’m not sure where this is going. At first I thought for sure that Chris is going to side with the Klondikes, but... he isn’t? He’s more of a wild card? Jokes aside, I guess we’re going to find out what X-blind is soon. And wtf do you mean next ep is legit titled “FINN”? Lmao staff really said do not separate these two.

But if I had to make a wild guess. Considering how stubborn the entire High Card members are, and assuming that Finn is sitting in passenger’s seat in the PV, what about all of them defecting from Pinochle and becoming nationwide group of fugitives, Bonnie and Clyde style? And also Finn’s big bro reveal at some point, because, come on. Chris needs a contender!

Speaking of Chris, if you pay close attention, I think this episode is the first time ever we see something narrated from his perspective. Manga is Percy-centric, novel is Leo-centric, most of the short stories are Finn-centric but none is narrated by Chris even if he appeared in most of them! We even had one from Vijay’s, the canon token mysterious dude, but not a single one from Chris. Sure, he talks a lot in this ep and it goes against the “show not tell” rule, but it’s somewhat special if you put that fact into consideration.

#highcard #high card #spoilers #chris redgrave #finn oldman

[dreadwhoop]

Easter Egg reveals Larian Studios next project

For months, since unanimously winning awards for the critically acclaimed Baldur's Gate 3, Larian Studios has been tight-lipped about their next major project. Although they did say it would not be another Baldur's Gate or even a Divinity title, they also have been vocal about the games industry - particularly regarding layoffs. Good for them. Last week Larian's next game was porported to have a different "tone, style, way of doing it" to Baldur's Gate 3, but won't "dwarf" it.

After the past couple weeks speculating how the collaboration between Baldur's Gate 3 and Vampire Survivors would surface, an unexpected twist occured yesterday on Easter Sunday in the form of an Easter Egg.

Veterans of Vampire Survivors are keenly aware of 'Toastie' - a nod to Mortal Kombat's infamous 'TOASTY!' character Dan Forden who would pop up at the bottom right corner for a second. It seems a similar interaction occurs only on Easter Sunday.

Certain checks, usually ones which have to critically fail, cause an unusual character to appear and eventually it was discovered this is none other than Helpy from the Adult Swim TV Show Tigtone!

The TV show Tigtone has not been seen since 2020, coincidentally when Larian got deep into Early Access of BG3, and kept this as a secret feature for years.

Larian needs a wizard killer more than ever and who kills more wizards than TIGTONE?!!

Founder and CEO of the video game company Larian Studios Swen Vincke sat down, stood up, then sat down again at the Municipal Animation Directors Conference And Parlor outside Ghent to discuss this new project, translated from Belgian:

"Our fans are incredibly smart so they figured it out within hours. We've really grown internally, and externally here, and we wanted to shout and scream about making the industry fun again so what is more fun than Tigtone?"

"The first time watching Tigtone is magical - he murders everything, pursuades everything, intimidates everything - he's a natural 20 roll in every aspect - it will be the first TRPG - Tigtone Role Playing Game"

Sir Vincke revealed the following:

Tigtone is seeking The Dark Quantum Forest for the source of all questlogs resulting in a multiversal meeting of infinite Tigtones all seeking to be the truest Tigtone with the most quests completed.

There will be a 'TVT' mode - Tigtone Vs Tigtone - where you can steal quests from other players. Custom quest making feature where anything is possible if you believe in yourself. Chris Avellone will be back to write about old ladies. You can customise the size of your potions. The Helpy resource system. Mercy Hobo Hardcore mode. Rope collecting.

Tim Follin will also be dragged out of retirement by the teeth to compose the soundtrack in collaboration with Toby Fox who promises to stop sneaking in Homestuck references into his games.

You can choose to ally with one of the fundamentals or defy them - for example:

You can ally with GRAVITY, enabling SHOVE to win - or defy them in order to gain FLIGHT. You can ally with TIME, enabling ACTION ECONOMY bonuses - or defy them to COMPLETE SEASONAL QUESTS out of season (protected from FOMO). You can ally with SPACE, enabling UNLOCK NEW AREAS - or defy them to UNLOCK SEQUENCE BREAKING.

Whilst Nils Frykdahl will reprise his role as Tigtone, Neil Newbon, who played Astarion in BG3, will play the role of the Wood Elf and Flying Tree. No further announcements regarding voice actors.

The main threat has been revealed to be THE VILLAINOUS SURVIVALICH who is determined to turn all quests into tedious base-crafting objectives to expand the power of the Chrono Enigma Occlusion (CEO) sinkhole.

More news about this, hopefully, will surface later on this year.

#Larian Studios #Baldur's Gate 3 #Vampire Survivors #Easter Egg #Tigtone #Belgians #Breastplate #April Fools

[heaven-s-black-box]

Field Trips & Chaos- Crossover chpt.4

Return to File - SPN File - DNA File - BSD File

Recovery date: December 21st, 2020

Description: The Winchesters are contacted by a very tired Japanese government official, trying to deal with a very troublesome case. Meanwhile, a coincidental schedule lands some high schoolers in the wrong place at the wrong time. Will everyone survive?

Notes: This entry has been translated for viewing facility, all bold writing is Japanese.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Word count: 722

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“So tired,” Furuya grumbled as the team finally arrived at the hotel.

They were in Yokohama for a set of away games, and had just finished their first four. Only the first string had come, as trying to get the whole team on a train would have been too much and why take a bus when you can take a train.

“You really need to work on your stamina,” Miyuki laughed. “You only pitched a game.”

“While I do agree with Miyuki about your stamina, they were fairly long innings.”

The team entered the small lobby, and huddled in a corner while Kataoka went to check them in.

“What about me Chris?” Sawamura yelled with his usual lack of volume control.

Both the receptionist and the coach glared at him.

“Sorry.” He laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“You need to work on your batting, you can’t bunt forever. You also gave up quite a few hits.” Chris said, not looking up from the score book he and some of the other third years were looking over.

Sawamura opened his mouth to start whining, only to receive a head chop from Ryousuke.

“Ahem,” the coach cleared his throat from behind them, “we’re on the second floor, four people per room with the exception of room 206 with Chris, Yuki, Isahiki, Tanba, and Miyuki. Room 210 is Shirasu, Kodata, Tanaka, and Endou.” The players began to pick up their bags and arrange themselves in groups. “Sakai, Kusunoki, Higasa, and Yamazaki have room 209, and 208 is for Masuko, Kuramochi, Kawakami, and Miyauchi. You three,” Kataoka turned to the first year trio, “Are with Kominato. Room 207.”

“Lucky me.” Ryousuke sighed, glaring at the rest of the team as they stifled laughter.

“You have ten minutes before we leave for dinner. Don’t be late.”

“Yes sir,” they all said, before rushing off to the stairs.

As they left, Kataoka let out a long sigh as he contemplated whether this was a bad idea or not. The away game would be a good experience for the first years, and it wasn’t often they participated in games outside of Seidou, but after the train ride he wasn’t sure he could handle them.

Between Sawamura’s constant yelling, and the worrisome snickers coming from Miyuki and Kuramochi, there was no doubt this trip would have a few bumps.

“Excuse me, sir?”

Kataoka opened his eyes to find a young man standing in front of him.

“Can I help you?”

“Yes, do you know where-”

---

“Huh?” Jun frowned as him and Tetsu re-entered the lobby

The lobby was empty, safe for the receptionist behind the counter.

As everyone else exited the stairwell, they all became similarly confused. The coach would have told them if they were supposed to go to the restaurant themselves.

“Maybe he went to the bathroom. We should wait.”

“Has boss abandoned us?” Sawamura asked, a little louder than necessary but careful not to shout.

“Please, if he was going to abandon anyone it would just be you,” Miyuki sighed, rolling his eyes.

“What! Why?”

“Eijun,” Haruichi grabbed his shoulder so he wouldn’t attack Miyuki, “he’s just joking. The coach wouldn’t abandon anyone… even if it is tempting sometimes,”Haruichi murmured the last part, just loud enough for his brother to hear.

They took seats in the lobby, and began to wait. After a few minutes Tetsu’s phone started ringing. From the one sided conversation, they figured it was Kazuyoshi, the teacher in charge of the baseball club and the second chaperon of this trip.

“We’re just waiting for coach, he wasn’t in the lobby when we came down.” Tetsu frowned in confusion, and everyone stopped to listen to him. “Alright, someone will go check. Room 205?”

Chris waved at him, before heading back up stairs with Jun to check on Kataoka. Tetsu didn’t bother hanging up, at this point something didn’t seem right and he felt better having a familiar voice on the line.

The two third years came back down not long after, shaking their heads, and Tetsu relayed the message. They spoke for a little while longer before hanging up, and Tetsu turned to them.

“He’s going to try and call coach again, but he wants us to meet him at the restaurant.”

“Well, this trip just got a lot scarier.”

#researcher s's recovery #supernatural #bungo stray dogs #ace of the diamond #daiya no ace #field trips and chaos #furuya satoru #miyuki kazuya #sawamura eijun #chris yuu takigawa #kominato ryousuke #kataoka tesshin #kominato haruichi #isashiki jun #yuuki tetsuya #crack

[thisaintascenereviews]

Lamb Of God - Omens The New Wave Of American Heavy Metal (also known as the NWOAHM for short) was one of the most fruitful times in heavy metal’s huge history; the term encompasses a wide range of shifts and ideas that were coming into fruition at the time, such as nu-metal, alt-metal, metalcore, deathcore, and a lot of things like that, but certain bands that are now metal institutions (and because of that, feel as though they’ve been around forever) came up during that time, too. The biggest band in that vein, and probably from that era, is Slipknot. I just talked about their newest album, The End, So Far, and I really loved it, but I wanted to talk about the next biggest band in the New Wave Of American Heavy Metal -- Virginia’s Lamb Of God. They also just dropped a new record, coincidentally a week after Slipknot dropped their new record, so talk about a couple of huge weeks, right? When it comes to popularity, if Slipknot is Metallica, Lamb Of God is Megadeth. They’re not quite as popular as the biggest band, but they’re still hugely popular and widely recognized, nonetheless. These guys were around a little bit before Slipknot, but they weren’t always known as Lamb Of God. They dropped an album in 1999 as Burn The Priest, but changed their name a short time later because of another band having the same name, so they’ve released a bunch of albums since, their last LP coming out in 2020. I haven’t kept up with these guys in a long time, but to be fair, they’ve only dropped four albums in the last ten years, their newest one being included in that, and there was a five-year gap between 2015 and 2020. They did drop a covers album as Burn The Priest in 2018, but I haven’t heard that, even though I might need to change that. I don’t why I decided to check out Omens, their newest album, but maybe it was because I ended up loving the new Slipknot album, so maybe I’d really like this one, too. These guys are a band I really like (especially their earlier work, such as 2004′s Ashes Of The Wake and 2006′s Sacrament), but I just haven’t kept up with them in awhile. As is with the case of a lot of these bands, late stage albums don’t usually tend to be anything to write home about, so I wasn’t expecting too much, but you know what? I absolutely loved this record. Omens is one of my favorite albums of this year, and it ended up taking me by surprise in the best ways. Now I have to admit that part of the reason I might love it is because I do love Lamb Of God’s sound at face value, being their brand of thrash, death, groove, and metalcore all thrown into a blender, but this is a relatively standard LOG album. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a standard Lamb Of God album, but that’s all you need, though. These guys have a sound that’s so unique to them, especially with vocalist Randy Blythe, they don’t need to impress anyone, and their diehard fans will eat up anything they put out. They’ve also been relatively consistent over their career, unlike that of Slipknot (who, well, hasn’t, for better or worse, and in the case of their new album, better), so people kind of know what to expect here. Just from the opening track “Nevermore,” you’ve got everything that makes Lamb Of God great, and this is also the second album of drummer Art Cruz, who replaced Chris Adler just a couple of years ago. I’ve listened to their self-titled album from 2020, and it’s good, but this record showcases him a lot better, as well as showcases the band a lot better. That album felt relatively flat and lifeless, but this has a fire under it, so to speak, and I love it for that. Songs like “Ditch,” “Vanishing,” the title track, “Gomorrah,” and the closing track, “September Song,” are absolute ragers. I won’t pretend that this album is super unique, weird, or experimental, but it’s a 41-minute groove, thrash, and metalcore-inspired record with one of the best vocalists in the heavy metal world, so you know what? I’ll gladly take it. This album is relatively short and sweet. It’s 41 minutes, and it goes by kind of quick, probably because “September Song” is six minutes long, so the rest of the album is only 35 minutes. It’s a quick listen, and that’s kind of why I’ve been playing it quite a bit for the last handful of days. It hasn’t even been out a week and I know I’ve played it more than ten times, but I’m not even done yet. I just really love this album, and maybe it’s because I’m getting back into Lamb Of God, and this is exactly what I want from them, but I can understand the discourse behind it. It’s pretty typical for them, but like I said, there’s nothing wrong with that. If the music is good, and it surely is, that’s all you need.

#lamb of god #randy blythe #art cruz #chris adler #omens #ashes of the wake #holy sacrament #nu metal #heavy metal #groove metal #metalcore #metal #thrash metal #death metal

[chrissshub]

OFFICE RELATIONS

FT. TOJI FUSHIGURO

𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━ PAIRINGS: Pervert Assisstant!Toji Fushiguro x CEO!Fem reader

𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━ CW: Perverted themes, non-con use of photography, office sex, a lot of teasing, fingering, begging, finger sucking, creampie, reader is in late 30s, Toji’s in his early 40s

𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━ WORD COUNT: 4K+

𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━ FROM CHRIS: I really like this :)). Well, let me ...long story short, someone had left me a little message in my taglist on how my fics could be longer. I couldn't have agreed more so...yeah, pls enjoy bc I loved writing this

P. E. R. V. E. R. T.

That’s the unlawful impression you’ve come to make of Toji Fushiguro, the assistant hired amidst the thick hesitation.

It was a thought, a concept you could never come to terms with, having a complete stranger invade the systems you’ve built into place. Yet that was before the unforeseen success of your business, the newfound popularity in data management reigning supreme.

As the business grew from a one-man show to now housing thousands of employees, such an obsolete way of thinking had no place in your mind as the CEO. It was the reluctance that halted the precarious search, wanting to hold onto the concept for as long as possible.

A disheartening reality was all you were left with, facing burnout at the end of every workday. It was harsh, not needing the roll of words but the visual realization of your vivid truth.

Not a single person could run a vast establishment like yours, the need for both good help and good hands being dire.

When it came time to consider candidates for the position, some could say that you pitted yourself for failure. There was a certain joy that sprouted in your heart, giddily conducting interviews without the advice of your advisors. Within two days, you swore you found your other half, one marked in the pure scent of ambition and success.

That man was the one named Toji Fushiguro.

Not to be mistaken, the entire ordeal was of your doing as well, allowing lust to guide your judgment. A beautiful man he was, standing at six feet even with a face sculpted by the gods themselves.

It was his appearance that made him an affirmative hire, the shaggy mess of his ravenous black hair, the contoured curves of his muscles beneath the white dress shirt, and the coincidentally placed scar along his lips’ curve were all the weaknesses you didn’t need—but gave into all too sinfully.  

You should’ve known it was wrong, gravely wrong to hire a man whose only requisition for the job was “to do anything for the money.”

Within the three months of his hire, you quickly came to know what tasks he was capable of–and what he wasn’t capable of. Messages were given to you late, papers were printed far too carelessly and his demeanor of crude bearings scared off everyone who encountered Toji.

Yet, even with all the complaints you’ve received—commonly paired with advice to remove him from your side—you simply couldn’t find it in your heart to dismiss him.

You couldn’t part from Toji, even if all the signs before you made it painfully clear. No one else saw his efforts, trying to pick up the millions of pieces he’d drop repeatedly. How he’d stay later than you to fiddle with the printer, come in earlier than you to help make your day that much smoother.

His timeless efforts paved over the aggravation and grief fueled by peers and employees alike.

Aside from his flaws, Toji did come with quite the perks: One of them being to simply sit and look pretty for sore eyes like your own.

Was it wrong to gawk at him conduct such mundane tasks? Maybe but then again,  it was hard to ignore a man whose arms and chest were seconds from bursting out of his white button-downs. Or perhaps it was how the curves of his lips would dare to pry gingerly into a grin, such observations capturing you in a shameful trance.

Unknowingly, Toji became the muse to all your curiosities, thoughts of him helped the day pass that much swifter. You were quick to wonder how his worked hands would catch at your body’s curves, how the pretty canines of his teeth would sink into your supple skin, even cursing the very clothes he wore on his back.

Though, not a single thought in your mind could compare to what coursed through Toji’s brain on a shamefully daily basis. It was pure filth, the constant thoughts of corrupting his pretty, stuck-up boss stemming from the darkest of desires. At first, it was the sweet scent of your perfume that entranced his body whole.

But as the days by your side grew longer, Toji inevitably succumbed to his innermost thoughts. He wanted to know everything and anything about you, the sudden wave of awe washing over him. How you’d sound in the peak of ecstasy, how those pretty nails you kept up with would adorn the vast brawn of his back, or even how much of his cock you could take in a single drive of his hips.

He fell to you sooner than he’d like to admit, coaxing his entire attitude to change. Usually timid with a face dressed in boredom, he took to enthusiasm as his guide. Work became more exciting, his time alone, Why, even with all your chastising, Toji only longed for you more.

Every move you made during the day resonated all too deeply within Toji. From the bat of your lashes, the pout on your lips to the sighs escaping your chest, Toji was bound to them all.

Obsession would be the word to use, while Toji preferred to call it an “infatuation.” His infatuation with you grew to new heights, seeking new ways to fulfill his desires.

It was shameful of him to admit, having more than half of his camera roll to be filled with the slightest notions of your bent over. Either it was over your desk—granting him the supple tops of your plump breasts spilling from your blouses in full view—or bent towards the floor—catching what he drunkenly made out to be your panties peeking from behind the fitted pencil skirt.

He prayed you would never notice, notice that your supposedly most trusted employee was degrading you beyond the average man’s imagination.

The day you finally did catch your perverted employee red-handed arrived, anger was the last thing prodding in mind. If anything, it was the rich burn of embarrassment teasing at the highs of your cheeks and ears.

Rather than rebuke Toji, you saw it fit to feed into his ambitions, all in the hope to make some gain in the game for two. Suddenly, the skirts that once sat just midway of your thighs became accustomed to resting just below the crease of your ass. The blouses that had hundreds of dollars worth behind them were replaced by the tops of the tightest and lowest cut around.

And it could’ve been an easy game to win, using the natural beauty of your body to fluster Toji. He was miraculously too quick to pick up on your ploy, and too quick to return the favor, wearing clothes that had to be suffocating him.

Just as fate aligned it to be, you managed to keep Toji in the office long past official hours—courtesy of all the assignments you dumped on him in the past two days. Concentration was quite the look on him, the tensed muscles of his jaw sharpening with each clench. He was so focused, that all witty intent narrowed towards finishing the task.

Watching from your own desk across the dimmed room, you almost felt bad for interrupting him amidst work—almost.

An amused grin crept onto your face as you peered over at Toji once more, flickering about his steadied form.

“Toji, why are you staying so late? You should’ve gone home three hours ago.”

The lazy stare he paid the stack of papers with dwindled at the sight of you, lidded hues of emerald lit with elation. Toji peeled away from his current reality, leading back into the leather backing, the thick pads of his digits toying with the buttons lining his concealed chest.

“True but I could say the same for you, Miss. You aren’t well…waiting for little ole’ me to finish up here, right?”

You shook your head in dismay, but left your eyes to hinge onto Toji’s. A silent call was all it took for you to stroll over towards him, leaning the curve of your spine against the desk’s rim. His gawking stare shrouded you chillingly, the immense weight leaving you to shrink.

You’ve never realized it before until now, just how big Toji was. Even as he sat beside you nonchalantly, it was the infectious grapple of his aura alone that clung at you, coaxing for thoughtless remarks to pass from your lips.

“No, of course not, I-I’d just—”

“You’d just what? I can’t hear what you’re saying so I think…getting a little closer won’t hurt you now.”

Before an inch could’ve been made between you two, Toji’s hand braced onto your waist, tugging at you to close what space remained.

You merely admired Toji for all he was, a pretty face with a dangerous mind. The thick gathering of his lashes weighed by a thinning stare, down to the scar adorning his lip. He wasn’t one to be friendly with, that much was known. Yet, you still couldn’t find the reason to rebuke him, bringing about the polite press of our lips onto his, the warming curves fitting along your own.  

It was nearly sinful to indulge in quite a bliss like this, the pretty pink plush of his lips harmoniously drifting across your own. Nothing short of comfort emitted from the melding silhouettes, not a force outweighed another, not the desperate search, not even a lick of dominance could be found amongst you both.

As you pulled away, Toji was too inclined in you to part, pulling you to mount his thighs. A hand of his hung to your hips, the other lacing around your delicate wrist. The pure flushing heat of his intrigue wafted onto you, the shallow pants fawning at your skin. Nothing made sense to Toji from that point on, dumbfounded and in the middle of awe. His imagination could only help him thus far, forcing him to turn to reality.

And in his reality, he finally had you all to himself.

He could hold you, admire you, hell, he could pull you in so close that the gentle pangs of your hearts could even fall into a single pace of solace. But poor Toji, there was so much—almost too much—he had to say, the swells of his chest imploded with a wet gasp.

He was too close, too close to finally confessing all that’s made a home in his mind to you at last. It was the drunken confidence that guided Toji to speak his truth, his breath fanning at your ear’s shell.

“When are we going to stop this thing between us? I can’t buy tighter shirts and I swear to God if your skirts get any shorter, I won’t be able to bite my tongue around you anymore.”

Feigning onto what innocence you could, the palm of your hand cupped at Toji’s cheek with softening swipes. He practically melted in your touch, all rigid tension seeped within his muscles fading beneath you. You found yourself submitting to him all the same, peppering the rouged skin with pecks as you spoke.

“A game? I don’t there’s a game but I’ll admit to some sort of tension. Question is: how do we break it, hm Toji?”

It was as if your words were something of a spell, coaxing a groan to rip from Toji’s lungs. His hands pawed at you in search of some grounding, paired with the weary bucks of his hips.

“Fuck—just tell me everything you want and I-I’ll give it to you, Y/N. Just tell me, please!”

Anxious was no longer the word to use to describe even a sliver of Toji’s state, the man reduced to a shell of wrought desire. That much was known, though the strained bulge he tried to hide from you couldn’t prove it any clearer. The faint throbs of a pending delight rose from his cock, only to resonate within the puffy lips of your clothed cunt.

It was almost unbearable, the painful pangs of arousal seizing your body whole. The mindless twitches ran across your folded legs slotted beside Toji, triggering one too many sinful thoughts to come. Eagerness pooled at your core to throw him down a helpless spiral as your hips rocked along his bulge, relying on the stiffened curve of his zipper for consistent friction.

It took for your shaky breath to shroud Toji’s ear, whispering exactly what he didn’t need to hear.

“Just shut up and fuck me, Toji.”

That was all the word Toji needed before his own strenuous lust intoxicated him. The worked palms of his hands caught onto the curves of your figure, squeezing at the supple plush earnestly. His hands traveled along you, the thick digits of his were too intertwined with tugging both the velvet skirt and white camisole from your body.

At the sight of you clad in the gray set of a matching bra and panties, Toji swore his eyes could’ve rolled back in ecstasy. He had no immediate care to rid of his own clothes, too inclined with beauty before him. His lips brushed at the top of your breasts, suckling at the skin to be marked.

Resting along the broad of his shoulders were your hands, searching for a solid base amidst Toji’s hazy ministrations. He handled you with such a care, his strength being just enough to supply a comforting hold. Each pop of his lips left the throbbing patches of red to surface upon your skin, leaving subtle glimmering streaks to coat your skin.

It wasn’t until Toji allowed his hands to roam the course of your body that he found a new muse to appease, fingers cupping the fat lips of your pussy.

“Tell me I can touch you, I’ll wait all night in this damn chair if I have to,” he muttered, working a lazy circle to sink through the thin fabric.

The coil in your tummy snaps at the heft of Toji’s words, whimpering out one too many weakened “yes” in his ear. He yanked the inseam of your panties to the side, eager digits pressing at your clit.

Toji couldn’t help himself, smothering the perked bulb in spry rolls. Maybe he was after the moans he’s been dying to hear, or maybe it was to test the limits he wanted to chase. In the end, it was of no serious matter to Toji in how he sought to ruin you, taking the sweetest of time to achieve his goal.

He also knew just how needy you were becoming, secretly begging to have your cunt splayed along his fingers and cock alike. To spite you, Toji only ever ran the flat of his fingers through your delicate folds between the careful attention he paid you clit, barely nudging at your slit.

“C’mon, don’t tell me you plan on keeping this up all night now. Don’t make me beg for it now, Toji,” you cooed, bringing the swipes of your thumb into his gaped mouth.

Leaning back against his seat, Toji withdrew his hand from your bare cunt. You looked oh so powerful sitting upon him like this, daring to prey at his submissive whims. Yet, he couldn’t ignore it, the raw urge to give you all you deserved and more.

To preserve the rare sight, his lips fell shut around your thumb, the gentle dig of his canines sinking into the flesh. At the glimmer illuminating your eye, Toji only grew more flushed, nearly granting a whimper to pour from his closed lips.

“See? I knew you’d be a good boy! It’s no fun if you get to—”

Without warning, Toji pulled your legs to lace around his hips, closing the indefinite distance. He didn’t falter in a single step, reaching the expanse of your desk’s oak surface. The silenced ‘pop’ of his lips unclasping from your thumb echoed amongst the room as you laid across the frigid top.

The curve of your spine lifted off the desk while you seemed to indulge in him even more, eyes preying on the sight of Toji yanking on his pants’ belt. The frustration was riddled across his blushed visage, muttering out the curses until the soft fold of his pants fell at his ankles. There before your eyes was Toji’s cock in all glory, the pretty tanned length weighted by the fat fill of his balls just waiting to flood your cunt.

The same could be said for Toji, who was swift to seal the space between your legs with his hunkering build. He had to hold back, using what restraint he could from burying himself inside you. A pretty sight it was for him indeed, gawking at the glossy slick decorating your folds and clit alike. All he wanted to do was lay claim to you, to make even more of a messy out of your pussy.

Why, just the thought of having his cock buried so deliciously deep was enough to draw out the spools of white from his own twitching slit, leaving the single streaming rivulet to stain his skin. His hand shakily slid down to his cock, his stomach flinching in response. All he could do was squeeze at his length, the pressure grounding his ascending mind.

“What did you say about begging, Gorgeous? I think you’ll look pretty begging fr’ me to fuck you. How ‘bout we start now, yeah?”

Of course, you had no clue what he had in store for you. In Toji’s mind, he truly did have all night to taunt you, edge you and repeat it all before daybreak. It’s all he’s wanted, and had nothing but the time to bring his vivid thoughts to fruition.

But for now, the steady eyes of green kept pinned to the scene, watching as the thick bulb sank past your folds, the delicate sheets parting with every upstroke. He even found it amusing, bringing the sullied head to nip at your clit, triggering the precious quivers to run through the nerves.

It was all too cute to Toji’s sadistic eyes, the pout pushing out onto your lips, the folded arms over your chest, even your poor attempt to close your legs out of pure embarrassment. Pity was ripe in his mind, wanting to give in and work on pulling strings of orgasms from you. It was through his resilience that Toji fought against your momentary rebellion, using his words to taunt you into agreement.

“Y’know,” he began slowly, dragging the glistening head of his cock to nuzzle less than half past your fluttering slit.

 “I bet I could make you cum just like this, look at how sensitive you are. It would suck though, never getting to—”

“Okay, okay!” you bellowed at last, “Toji, please…I really want you to…”

“To what? Use your words, I already told you I’d give you anything you ask for.”

“Toji,” you commenced once more, swallowing down the lump lodged in your throat. “ I-I want you to …fuck me…happy?”

“See, who's the good girl now? Gonna take it all, every inch, every drop, every fucking thing, got it?”

Toji studied the drunken nod spilling from you, chuckling at the hands frantically bracing onto his forearms in refuge. He bit along the swell of his bottom lip, praying the hints of pain would keep him at ease.

He’s aware of that fact the moment he laid the tip snug at your entrance, the gummy suckling dressing his cock’s head in your essence. He couldn’t peel away from it, your pussy stretching around the head greedily.

The sight alone provoked the intrusion, eyes gawking at the inches sinking into you. He couldn’t stop at the tip, midway, or even until all of him was sitting pretty and smothered between your walls.

Nope, what Toji needed to even come close to satisfaction was simple, to be so close that no one could tell where he began and where you ended. So close that just friction alone could bring upon an orgasm, the pre-mediated strikes of his pelvis across your clit aiding in his endeavors.

Inch by inch, his cock sank into you, carving every detail of him against you. He wanted you to feel it all, the steady throbs surrounding the fat head, the ecstatic pangs ringing through the veins, everything he had just to prove his excitement to be true.

The reeling of his hips threw both you and Toji into a world of sobs, the whimpers clogging the air. The last thought in mind was how pitiful you had become, the tears brimming at your lashes.

He’d only just now managed to cram his length inside, barely taking a moment to savor the suctioning warmth. So when the intoxicating fill faded in one swift pull, you couldn’t have waited a minute more to claw at Toji’s arms.

“Wha– Toji! What are you doing?!?”

“Shhh,” he cooed, bringing his hips to a tilt. “Can’t stay inside forever, pretty baby. And look, ‘m gonna stuff you all over again.”

At your pleading request, Toji saw it fit to snap his hips against you by sending the overwhelming swell of a single thrust to sate your mind. His girth seized you but his reach numbed you, ripping a single gasp from your hollowed lungs. The thrill had Toji focused to a numbed point, occasionally sending the crown of his cock to nip at your sweet spot. He took great pride in his hips’ stride, such a smooth rhythm of deepening sweeps.  

If only you could indulge in his view, Toji watching above you with kindled eyes. So much laid before him but there was even more for him to take in. From the peaking whites of your eyes, puffy lips parted from ripping sobs of his name, down to the vivid recoils of your tits bearing each stroke.

It was the gentle waves rushing through your skin that intrigued him, even taking the initiative. The slower, farther drags of his cock brought nothing but mewling sobs from your lungs, while the shorter, quicker dips ushered you into the highs of euphoria.

His fingers caught onto the crease of your thigh, wedging between the plush. That alone left the plump pad of his thumb to hover about your clit, pairing the fluid dives of his hips with lazy rolling lazed circles drawn into the bulb.

He doesn’t have to utter a single word for you to know how close Toji was. Every breath left in a hoarse sigh and every drive of his hips weren’t without a stuttering jolt. God, was he so close? It was almost near impossible to keep pushing, the fat teeming with a horrid sensitivity. He was saved, however by the tantalized pinning of his eyes repressed the primal urge, watching the pistoning strides of his cock plunge past the strangling clench of your pussy.

His facade was great, but not so suave to pass from your eyes. The sweat beading from his sticky forehead, his hull of a chest staggered with breaths, all serving as assured signs of his approaching limit. You couldn’t help it, staring at him with softened eyes. He tried so hard to hide it for his own reasons. The merciful glare you set on him only riled Toji, his slurred voice making his condition all the more clear.

“Don’t look at me like that. ‘M not cummin’ before you do, and you’re getting real close too—"

“But Toji…” your voice pulls at his name. The look of defeat looms over his face, pity prying at your heart. Your hands stretch to meet his roused cheeks, cupping at such frail mounds as encouragement slipped from you.

“I want you to cum inside me, please? Pretty please? I’ll keep every drop too!”

The pure bliss of comprehension had Toji’s eyes shot wide, yet brought his body to its tipping point. The head of his cock laid its final kiss on your cervix before ruining your womb in the thick spurts of cum.

“Shit, Y/N! You can’t talk to me like that and not–Fuck! It’s s’ much!”

You grinned at his words’ halt, tilting your head to better the precious sight. “See, doesn’t that feel better? C’mon, let’s clean up and–”

A string of hums interrupted your winded ramble, Toji shaking his head in accordance. You couldn’t have anticipated the shift in his manner, his hands taking to your waist once more. You, the pressing into your own. He had no concept of space for the time being, especially not for what he had to say.

“No, no. I wanna keep going, I just have so much to give you, Y/N. And I’d hate to disappoint my boss anymore, it’s the least I can do.”

And for the first time since his hire, you couldn’t have agreed more.

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[abbynx]

Adrian being an older brother

Genre: Platonic (Familial, because I'm no sick creep)

Warnings: Cursing as usual, violence because this is Peacemaker baby

A/N: Nothing else needs to be said, please enjoy

- If you wear crop tops, this one goes out for you my darlings:

"Why are you wearing a kid's shirt?"

"It's a fucking croptop, Adrian."

- He will try and prove his point that you are, indeed, wearing a child's shirt by buying one and comparing it to your crop tops. It backfires miserably when you ended up in tears and he had to make up for it by giving you money to buy more croptops as an apology.

- Did I mention that he snoops around? Not that it's intentional, you just happen to leave an item of your laying around (whether that would be a journal, sketchbook, a hardcopy of your favourite smut, etc etc.) and he happens to take a peak in all its pages. He will try and play it off that he laid a hand on your item, but he is one shitty liar.

- It's 2022, he wants you to be as free as you will. Going out in the middle of the night for a walk? Sure, wear a jacket and carry your knife with you— he doesn't really have to worry because he taught you how to fuck shit up and not to mention, he knows what goes around the streets of Evergreen. Sure, you can wear your revealing outfit, you have a knife with you for a reason.

- He pretty much allows you to do whatever you want, except trying out certain substances that are not legal (Especially when you are underaged), hanging out with the wrong crowd and being a menacing bitch on the path of being a convict in general.

- He doesn't really care if you get into a relationship... Unless you're dating criminals, big no.

- If you require his help, don't. He will tell you advice he got from his ultimate best friend Chris Smith, and they are not good advices. If you are truly desperate, good luck. He doesn't really do well of being a wingman.

- "Hey, my sibling thinks your ass looks great."

"ADRIAN WHAT THE FUCK,"

- If someone breaks your heart, consider their ribs broken as well... Unless you beg him not to, snacks and movies will do well to comfort you.

- He isn't really around sometimes due to his Vigilante identity. There's a chance you are not aware of his second identity and if you are not, it will soon be revealed to you because your brother is dense.

- "Funny that the news report states that this idiot Vigilante fell from the fifth story apartment and possibly broke a bone. Coincidentally, your knee got dislocated! What are the odds."

Adrian did not sense your passive aggressive tone and nodded at your statements with a dumb, coy grin. "Hehe, yeah. Funny odds."

"It means I know, dumbass."

His face fell and he froze on the spot.

- His first instinct when people sees his face is to kill them, and he might have almost picked up the nearest non-lethal item beside him, when he remembered you are his sibling.

- Okay, based in what we see, this boy isn't that great with dealing with emotions and comforting them. The best you could get would be him awkwardly patting your shoulder from a great distance, unsure you want you space being occupied but if you want some physical contact, then the pats would be enough???

- You being his impulse control because the amount of unprompted bullshit he gets himself into as Adrian is astronomical enough, imagine him as Vigilante without you taking his reigns and holding him back.

- Okay honey, you'll need to rope him into a hug if you're in desperate need of it. He is rigid for a moment, but then grows lax and pats you while you cry.

- He supports you in every pursuits you want to make and wants nothing for you to be happy. Except crime. You are not going to commit crime in the Chase family name, not under his watch.

- By this, you developed a sixth sense that informs you that Adrian might possibly be about to do dumb shit.

- Just picture yourself shooting awake from your bed at 3 AM hissing Adrian's name, followed by curses. By the time he arrived home, he was limping and when you got a glimpse of his foot, he was missing half a pinky toe.

- Then during the day, you felt another pang and wouldn't you know it? Adrian got himself in jail for what reason? You couldn't figure out, nor could you pry the answer out of him.

- He tries his best despite not knowing how to be around you. You're his only remaining family and as much as possible, he doesn't want you be involved with his Vigilante identity. Cliché superhero stuff, he doesn't want you to be a leverage to be used against him.

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[buckyownsmylife]

daddy issues - chapter vi

The one where Ransom doesn’t feel ready to become a father, but he should have thought about it before sleeping with a complete stranger.

When Ransom’s latest one night stand lets him know that he’s going to become a father, he finds himself looking for the qualities he never believed to have so he can become the parent he never got to witness as a child.

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Y/N’s P.O.V.

Stupid fucking cravings. I thought I’d be free from worrying about stuff like that for at least another month, but I knew next to nothing about pregnancy, and the fact that I still hadn’t really allowed myself to process the fact that I was carrying a baby stopped me from doing any research about it.

When the need for a Carbury caramel chocolate bar hit me with such an intensity that had me asking the cab driver to turn around and take me to the fancy store on the other side of town, I was faced with the reality that this was it. Everything really was about to change, and it was stupid of me not to prepare for it. So I vowed to myself that I would go back to my house with a few delicious treats and start by doing some internet research, just to dip my feet in it.

So unfamiliarized with this particular store, which I’d only visited once before - the day when I found out they sold these particular delicacies I was so adamant in finding - I didn’t pay much attention to my surroundings, my focus etched solely on the signs above me. “Cleaning products… Laundry products… Chips… Aha!”

And just when I was about to turn into the correct aisle, I collided with something larger than me, almost falling down if it weren’t for two strong arms that held me tight. “Careful there.” The rich voice had my head whipping up automatically, eyes meeting Ransom’s and mimicking his own expression of surprise. 

“Oh… Thanks, I didn’t see where I was going.” After seeing that I was capable of standing on my own, Ransom just nodded, hands going back to what seemed to be their usual position, inside his long coat. 

“Yeah, I noticed. Better watch out, next time.” A nervous chuckle left my lips and I couldn’t decide if I wanted to keep my eyes on him or take in the environment around me, this entire situation just seeming entirely too coincidental not to make me question if I wasn’t in some sort of prank show.

It also didn’t help that my traitorous body decided to come alive at the feeling of his touch on me. How long had it been since I got laid? Oh, yeah. Since I managed to get knocked up. Guess I could blame that one on him, too.

“I don’t think there’ll be a next time,” I nervously joked, but I saw it on the way he raised one of his eyebrows that he thought it was a swipe at him, like I was saying I really didn’t want to see him again. Oh, God. I really did put my foot on my mouth that day. “I just don’t come here very often,” I raced to explain, my hands waving all over the place as I usually did when I was blabbing without much thought.

Now two of his eyebrows were close to his hairline, and I hoped it wasn’t because he was only now realizing how much of an idiot I was. As intelligent and decided I could be when it came to my professional life - and instances in my personal life when I rehearsed for it - this was who I really was, on the inside. Just a silly woman, who got much too embarrassed about little things at times.

“I can understand, considering that you live on the other side of town.” I just shrugged, suddenly remembering that he knew - he’d been to my place, after all. Even if I still didn’t know how he figured out where I lived. Guess rich people just had their ways.

“Yeah… This is just the only place that has this chocolate I’ve been craving.” His body language changed at that, and whereas before his feet had been pointed towards the exit, he turned completely towards me, fully immersed in the conversation.

“Oh, so those have started, huh? You know, you could always give me a call. I live near here, I work close to you. I could drop them off for you, whenever you’d like.” The offering completely dumbfounded me. I was not expecting that at all. Especially after the way I’d behaved the last time we saw each other. I’d been meaning to call him and ask to meet for coffee so we could work something out - I definitely owed him an apology - and the way he was behaving only highlighted just how wrong I was for letting Ana’s words guide how I treated him.

“I… I will. Thanks.” I just stood there for a while, looking at him, taking him in. The itch to do something to make up for how I behaved was overwhelming, and I found myself proposing before I even took a second to consider it, “Would you like to share some with me? Tonight, I mean?”

His eyes widened before I felt the weight of his gaze as he skimmed my body. I saw him lick his lower lip and glance at something in the distance before nodding. “Sure. Need to know exactly what sort of chocolate it is that’s getting you like this, huh? Maybe I’ll even share the craving, too.”

His words made me giggle, relieved that I would maybe be able to construct some sort of friendly relationship with the father of my child, even if I still wasn’t ready to have him in on everything about my pregnancy yet.

I was so excited to get me some chocolate and maybe work on erasing the awkwardness between us that I never noticed the way he lingered behind, glancing over his shoulder to a long-legged blonde, before shrugging. I did however notice the smirk on his lips as he directed me towards his car while I babbled about chocolate and sweets and how much I was looking forward to stuffing my face with the caramel goodness once we got to my place. But I thought it was just because of me.

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[miraculousluvbug]

WINGLESS | Ch. 7

***New to Wingless? Start at Chapter 1!

CH. SUMMARY: After Chat learns Ladybug told Rena her identity, Plagg's solution is simple: tell someone he's Chat Noir so they're even! Duh.

Unbeknownst to the three wicked stooges, Paris’s favorite cat boy sat perched upon a rooftop adjacent to the mansion, ogling the interaction between his father, his trusted assistant, and his absolute least favorite person in the entire world.

Next to Hawk Moth, of course.

As they tittered and conspired in the darkness, Chat Noir narrowed his eyes. He couldn’t help but find the whole thing . . .

Shady.

“Claws in.”

Plagg whizzed out of the ring and looked up at his holder with sad kitten eyes. Adrien avoided making eye contact, practically drilling a hole into the ground with the intensity of his glare. He hugged his knees to his chest and picked at his shoelaces.

“That was pretty rough, kid.”

Adrien sniffled and roughly smeared away his tears with the back of his hand.

“I was hoping her explanation would make me feel better, Plagg.”

Adrien hugged his knees tighter.

“But it made me feel so much worse.”

“Oh, Adrien,” Plagg crooned, shoulders drooping. He hesitated for only a second before flying to Adrien’s shoulder and nuzzling his holder’s neck.

“She doesn’t want to know me, Plagg. Am I really that bad?”

“Not at all. I already told you that no other Chat Noir could be you. I meant it. You’re the best Chat Noir I’ve ever had.”

Adrien’s sniffles quieted, but the tears persisted. He had no idea how to stop them now that they had started. With gut-wrenching envy, Adrien watched the person he hated most engage in chit-chat with his father as if it was the most casual occurrence. The man even went as far as sharing whatever was on his tablet, a feat Adrien had been trying to accomplish since before he could remember. His father always claimed to be private, unwilling to share any kind of imperfect designs with his own son.

But there Lila was. Conversing with his father more than he himself had in the past week.

And Ladybug had given her most sacred secret to Rena Rouge.

Was he invisible?

He felt so small.

Lost at sea.

A blip in the turbulent waters that no one knew was missing.

He was a boy overboard with no life raft. And no one knew to look for him.

His soul was cold and his heart felt numb.

“You know what?” chirped Plagg suddenly, snapping Adrien out of his spiral. “Ladybug is the new Guardian, right?”

Adrien nodded hesitantly. Where was he going with this?

“What’s her only rule?”

“We can’t know each other’s identities.”

Plagg hovered in front of Adrien’s eyes and flipped onto his back, making a show of nonchalance. If this was gonna work, Plagg had to make the kid think it was kind of his own idea. “Who can’t know each other’s identities?”

Adrien was unamused. To him, Plagg was beating a dead horse.

“Ladybug and Chat Noir.”

Plagg popped open one eye. He didn’t need to open both for Adrien to see the blatant impishness in them.

“So Ladybug and Chat Noir can’t know each other’s identities. What about . . . other people?”

The blonde ball of despair perked up, hair bouncing into his eyes, though they immediately narrowed at his Kwami’s scheming.

“But Master Fu--”

Plagg interjected, “--who isn’t the guardian anymore.”

Adrien blinked.

Kwamis, Plagg was so close to convincing his kid to be selfish for once. He just needed a push! A hefty, premeditated shove off the Fu-forsaken cliff!

“It’s like I’ve always said. Beg for forgiveness, not for permission.” Plagg folded his little paws across his chest, floating right up to Adrien’s nose. Adrien went cross-eyed trying to maintain eye contact. “Ladybug told Rena. So the question is: who’s Chat Noir going to tell?”

“It’s--” Adrien spluttered. “It’s risky, Plagg!”

“And so is being depressed,” Plagg snarled back, surprising Adrien. “Any other person gets minorly inconvenienced and akumatized, who saves them? You--” the Kwami jabbed a paw into Adrien’s nose “--and the bug. But you or Ladybug get akumatized, who saves you?”

Plagg saw the cogs turning in Adrien’s head. He briefly speculated who his kid might choose. Nino would be the obvious choice. He wasn’t as close to Kagami any more, but telling her the secret that had broken them apart would certainly be one hell of an apology. It could even, say, potentially repair what the secret had fractured.

There was also the off chance Adrien might choose Pigtails, who coincidentally doubled as Ladybug. Plagg would have to raid the Agreste kitchen for popcorn if that happened.

“If . . .” Adrien began.

Yes? Plagg internally coaxed.

“If I were to choose someone . . .”

Come on, Adrien.

“I think it would be . . . Nino.”

Yahtzee.

Plagg clapped his paws together over and over, rousing Adrien from his feet like a drill sergeant. “All right, then! Let’s go, let’s go! Hustle, bell boy. We’ve got places to be!”

Adrien reached into his pocket and pulled out a squishy triangle, letting loose the most intoxicating aroma Plagg ever did smell. It circled the pair and made Plagg salivate. “Don’t you want this first?”

Did I really forget about camembert? Plagg wondered incredulously.

“I--” Plagg scrambled for an excuse to atone for the touchy-feelies interfering with his one true love, but he came up short. “Of course I want that!”

Adrien smiled fondly at his Kwami and threw the camembert into the air. Not one to miss a beat, Plagg zipped and caught the cheese in his mouth, devouring the thing in one fell swoop.

“Now we can go!” said Plagg, belching remorselessly. Naturally.

Adrien chuckled. When he opened his mouth to say the transformation phrase, however, he faltered. Was he really going to do this? It . . . It felt disobedient, like he was betraying Ladybug. But could she really hold it against him, if she had needed to do the same?

Would his partner reveal herself to be a hypocrite?

The budding consequences of revealing himself to Nino weighed so heavily on his shoulders that he wasn’t sure how he would manage batoning into the air once transformed. The aptitude for disappointment just felt so tangible to him, as if it were physically chaining him to the rooftop, a meaty claw so solidly wound ’round his ankles it threatened to pierce his skin.

The thought that Nino might hate him for keeping the secret in the first place made home in Adrien’s cerebral cortex, further immobilizing him. It pulled up a chair and opened the morning newspaper like it was meant to be there, meant to remind him that not everything was just simple. Straightforward. Without fallout.

A tender paw touched his cheek, wiping away a runaway tear.

“Kid,” whispered Plagg. His eyes were misty.

Is that . . . because of me? Because he cares about me?

Holding his gaze a moment longer, Adrien uttered the words that once changed his life forever and seemed to be forever following him with new and improved ways to spice up his routine.

“Claws out.”

The energy washed over him like a cold shower, springing him into action. The need to move, to run, to fly nipped at his heels and before he knew it, he was vaulting to his best buddy’s.

If Adrien was honest, telling Marinette, his dearest friend, was his first instinct. He gripped that realization like it would fly away at a moment’s notice, at the slightest spook (he was on the precipice of truly understanding what his good friend Marinette really meant to him). But he had heard from Nino that Alya and Marinette were holed in for a “girls’ night,” so . . . Nino was the next best thing.

Nino was far from second place, however. Sharing the burden of his greatest secret with the guy who got mad at Gabriel Agreste on Adrien’s behalf was like a breath of fresh air. More than that, it was like Adrien would finally be able to steady his head above the tide.

(Telling Marinette would have been like sprouting gills and uncovering the mystery of the sea up close and personal, but Adrien didn’t want to unpack that particular conclusion yet.)

Wasting no time, Chat Noir landed nimbly on Nino’s apartment balcony and tucked his baton back into place. Giving himself just one more moment before life as he knew it was spun upside down--for better or for worse was yet to be determined--he raised a gloved claw to the sliding glass door and timidly knocked.

Nino’s balcony wasn’t decorated like Marinette’s. A few bikes of various sizes loitered against the railing, collecting dust. A few helmets hung limply from their handlebars, occasionally shifting to and fro in the passive wind. Chat could discern by the light-up training wheels which bike belonged to Nino’s little brother, Chris. The bike--which Chat realized must be new since his last visit--sported black spots against its red frame.

Chat shook his head fondly.

Someone obviously developed an appreciation for the bug after their last akumatization. But as the evening breeze softly twisted the helmet, the vision before him melted him into a puddle of endearment. Nino’s kid brother apparently also had a thing for Chat Noir.

The evidence?

A black helmet topped with an acid green paw print and two plastic cat ears to boot.

Un-fur-tunately, as much as the sight was incredibly thera-paw-tic, it also made his heart throb. His body ached for a larger family, from head to toe and down to his bones.

Adrien didn’t dream often in his sleep, but when he did . . . Oh, when he did, he was blessed with visions of him entering a cozy one-story home (his) and immediately being greeted by giggling and the blinding smiles of three faceless children (also his).

While his hopelessly romantic heart yearned for Ladybug to be his other half in that tender fantasy, lately his subconscious had a habit of inserting a particular blue-haired classmate. It baffled him at first, but he figured seeing her family photo that one time during Animan in addition to experiencing the Dupain-Chengs’ bolstering hospitality personally as both Adrien and Chat Noir made Marinette a safe space for his lonely imagination.

Whoever she married would be one lucky bastard, that was for sure.

The curtains behind the glass door swept dramatically to the side, revealing a bewildered Nino in Rena Rouge-themed pajamas.

“Chat Noir?!” he exclaimed. The glass between them muffled his voice.

A quick scan beyond Nino told Chat that his friend was home alone, but he knew he needed to be certain. “Are you home alone?”

Nino paled before realizing that a superhero asking that question wasn’t as bad as some random adult looking for an easy target. He exhaled, chuckling nervously. “My family went to the ice rink, but skating’s so not my jam.”

So he stayed behind. Good. This was gonna be a piece of cake! Adrien pointed at the door handle and raised his eyebrows in question.

“Oh, right. Sorry, dude!”

Nino clambered to unlock the door and wrenched it open. The smell of broth and herbs hit Adrien square in the nose. His stomach rumbled, reminding him he hadn’t eaten since lunch. “What brings you here? An akuma?”

Stepping over the threshold, Chat tried to make sense of Nino’s question. Why would he come to a civilian if there was an akuma? “No, no akuma, Nino.”

“Oh, good, ’cause I-- Dude, how did you know where my room is?”

If Chat weren’t there to reveal his identity, he might have had a heart attack over accidentally bee-lining to Nino’s room like he’d been there before. He probably would have said something fishy like “In a house like this, it’s a given!” But he didn’t have to make up some ridiculous excuse. He wouldn’t ever have to lie to his best friend.

Never again.

“Because . . .”

Nino eyed Chat expectantly. His room was a mess. He really wasn’t expecting any visitors and his laptop was still open, his music and film ideas scrawled onto random pieces of notebook paper and scattered across his desk like a madman. Or an artist. Was there really a difference?

“Because . . .” Chat began once more.

Oh, gosh. This was it. He was going to do it. He was going to do the thing! He was alone at sea and no one from the boat had noticed him falling overboard. But maybe, just maybe Nino was the Coast Guard. Maybe Nino would throw him a buoy.

“Because claws in.”

Nino’s entire body went rigid. Crap, crap, crap!

“No, wait--!” Nino shouted, closing his eyes instinctually and reaching for Chat Noir. He had to pull him away from his laptop’s camera field! Had to get him out of sight! Why did he choose now to share Paris’s most coveted secret?!

But . . . he was too late.

The light had already dimmed behind his eyelids by the time his hands were closed around--

“Adrien?” Nino whispered, peering up at his best friend. The duckling he had sworn to protect and teach the ways of life was standing where Chat Noir should be.

Adrien smiled and opened his mouth to respond, but a high-pitched laughter rang out and the joy he felt was quickly replaced with sheer terror.

Nino grinned sheepishly.

“Uh haha, you remember my girlfriend Alya who I sometimes Skype with while working on scripts?” Clumsily, Nino rubbed comforting circles into Adrien’s arms as if he could rub away the embarrassment.

“You said you were home alone.”

“Actually, I said my family went to the ice rink.”

Adrien’s eye twitched.

Plagg, who couldn’t have foreseen this turn of events, hovered off to the side and figured if he didn’t move, he could pretend he was invisible.

Sure enough, Adrien craned his head to find an unhinged Alya screeching like a fox (he had seen a video of them laughing once on YouTube; they were so adorable!) from Nino’s computer screen. Behind Alya was a familiar cork board of friends and, well, lots of himself. The walls were pink. She was at Marinette’s like Nino said she would be.

Adrien had expected gasps. Finger pointing. A million questions. What he hadn’t expected was Alya laughing like he was the butt of a joke.

After a good minute of cackling and awkward waiting from the boys, Alya sighed and wiped a tear from her eye. Then she spoke, a dazed smile on her lips.

“I cannot wait to strangle that Hawaiian-shirt-loving Master of Unnecessary Manipulation.” Her words were completely contrasted by the amusement in her voice.

Adrien tried not to faint.

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[itspufflehuff]

Spidey Part3 - Sebastian Stan X Holland!Reader

Summary: Things are going great with you and Sebastian but what will happen when he has to leave to film a movie?

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Thank you all so much for being patient for this part three! Its not as long as part one or two but I think it is just as sweet. If you would like for me to continue this series let me know! If you have any suggestions or request for what I should do next my inbox is always open. 

I would also like to give a special thanks to @star-gazing-game​ and @not-another-fangirl​ who requested part three and always give my post so much love. Thank you both! 

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You decided to keep things away from the media at first.

Of course Tom was the first to know, not only because Sebastian asked for his permission but because after your date you immediately called Tom to tell him. Sebastian talked to Mackie about the date. You were both so happy you needed to talk to someone.

Soon the entire marvel cast knew and surprisingly Tom wasn't the one who spilled the beans.

About a week after your fourth date with Sebastian, he got a text from Chris Hemsworth.

C.H: Congrats man! I heard about you and Y/N. I knew I saw sparks flying at comic-con.

Coincidentally you happened to be at Sebastian's apartment when he got the text. You were both laying on his couch watching a movie. He was sitting next to the arm of the sofa as you snuggled up to him resting your head on his shoulder with a blanket tossed over the both of you.

When he read the text he looked at his phone confused, "Did you tell anyone we're together?"

"Only Tom. Why?"

You felt him move, a second later his phone was in front of you, "Hemsworth? Who told him?"

Both of you immediately thought of Tom but before you texted him asking why he told everyone you decided to do some digging. You took Sebastian's phone and replied back.

Sebastian: Thank you but quick question... how did you know?

Less than a minute later he responded.

C.H: RDJ

Immediately you both texted him from Sebastian's phone. Soon you all found out who the culprit was, Mackie. Turns out he was so proud of himself for playing Cupid the night Sebastian saw you after your show he bragged Chris Evans that he helped set you two up. Then Evans mentioned it to Mark Ruffalo who then let it slip to RDJ. Of course him being Robert Downey Jr. he told everyone else.

Neither of you were mad at anyone or even upset, you were just confused about how the word got out. The both of you even though it was a bit funny. Still, you wanted it to be out of the public eye for a bit. You both loved being able to go out without paparazzi following you and trying to get a picture of Hollywood's newest couple. The entire cast was so sweet and kept everything private.

For a few months, you were lucky to have Sebastian all to yourself. After rehearsal, he would meet you at your place with food and a bag of games and movies. At the end of your shows, he would always bring you one single flower to add to your growing collection. On your days off you would spend the night at each other's apartments making pillow forts and sneaking out to the balcony to lay there and watch the stars.

Then the time came again for him to start filming Endgame. He wouldn't be gone for too long as he only had a few scenes to be in, but that didn't stop the both of you from being upset at having to part ways for a bit.

You were scheduled for a tv performance with your cast the same day Sebastian would leave to fly out to LA. He asked you to spend the night with him that way you could say your goodbyes the next day in private. Luckily you had no show to do so you went over to his apartment early in the evening to have a romantic night with your boyfriend.

When you should up he was dressed in his lazy clothes. He pulled you into his apartment, grabbed you by the waist with one hand, and with the other he shut the door before placing a loving kiss on your lips. You could feel him smiling which made your stomach bubble up with joy. He pulled away then took your bag that had your clothes for the next day, "Let me take that for you, my lady. Wait for me here." He gave you a dopey smile and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. You listened to him and stood by the door slowly taking your coat off. He came back less than a minute later still with his dopey grin he placed his hand on your lower back, "Now if you would just follow me outside my songbird."

You couldn't help but giggle at his behavior, "Hello to you too. Are you feeling well? You're acting a bit strange Seb."

His hand still rest on your back as he walked you towards his patio, "Of course I'm feeling well. What? I can't be happy to see my lovely girlfriend?" He faked being offended.

"No, of course, you can it's just-" But when he opened the door to his patio you stopped with a small gasp. There were blankets set out on the floor along with a couple of pillows. He set out a picnic basket and next to it was a small tin bucket with a bottle of wine and ice. The sun was starting to set but you saw fairy lights and candles set up.

"Surprise!"

"Seb, this is amazing." You stood there in shock. Sure he's taken you out on dates and you've had lunch/ dinner out on his patio before but he's never taken the time to set it up nice like this before.

"I want to have an amazing night with you before I have to leave for a few months." He took your hand and sat you down on the blankets with him. "So, I didn't want to ruin tonight with my horrible cooking so I got us food from the restaurant we had our first date at. It's not as romantic as a home-cooked meal but I thought it would be pretty close."

You smiled at him as you put your hand on his cheek, "This is amazing Sebastian. Thank you."

"Anything to keep my girl happy." He leaned in kissing you sweetly. When you both pulled away he rested his head on your forehead wanting to stay as close as possible.

The evening went by quicker than either of you expected. You both sat out there talking and sipping on wine for hours. Neither of you even noticed when the sun went down or when the air got colder. He noticed you beginning to shiver. Quickly he unzipped the sweater he had on placing it over your shoulders. Once you had your arms through the hole he pulled you into his embrace to keep you warm. You both sat there in the quiet for a few moments just enjoying each other's presence.

"Do you have to go tomorrow?" You turned your head to look up at him.

His eyes were closed as his head was facing up at the sky, "I wish I could stay or you could go with me." You shivered again as the cold wind blew, "Let's go inside now my songbird. I don't want you getting sick."

"I want to stay in your arms." You whined.

He chuckled, "How about we head inside we can cuddle under the blankets?"

"Do you have more wine?"

"Yes?" He said more like a question.

"Ok, let's go." You got up and headed for the door. His head dropped as he laughed.

After the both of you put everything away Sebastian took a bottle of wine from his fridge and walked you to his room hand in hand. You kicked your shoes off as he turned the lamp by his bed on. "I'm just gonna change really quick before we cuddle." You opened up the bag you brought then groaned.

"What's wrong?" Sebastian perked his head up concerned.

"I didn't bring clothes to sleep in."

He laughed walking over to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and bent down to rest his head in the crook of your neck, "It's ok you can just wear my shirt and the shorts you left the other night."

"Thank you."

He kissed your neck quickly then pulled away. As he walked over to the dresser he pulled off the shirt he was wearing and tossed it over to you.

"What?" You held the shirt up confused.

"I said you could wear my shirt."

"Yeah, but I thought you meant you would give me a new one."

He just shrugged, "You know I sleep shirtless anyway." A second later you felt another piece of fabric softly hit your head. You grabbed it seeing he just threw your shorts to you, "Thanks." You said sarcastically.

You began pulling off the shirt you were wearing to replace it with his. As soon as he saw you lift your shirt he turned. You've changed in front of him before but he always keeps his back turned to give you some privacy.

"Ok, I'm done changing." You sat on his bed as he followed suit. He grabbed the bottle of wine and began taking swigs of it then offering it to you.  For the rest of the night, you both sat on his bed drinking and talking about your horror stories of past relationships. Much to your dislike Sebastian ended up drinking more than half the bottle. He laid back on the bed and pulled you down with him. He grabbed one of his blankets then threw it over the both of you. You both laid there silently. You listened to him breathe as it looked like he was falling asleep.  

"Y/N?" He softly spoke.

"Yes, Sebastian?"

"I'm glad we met. I don't know how I survived so long without you."

You blushed, but he couldn't see it as the room was dark.

"You make me so happy Y/N. Thank you." He kissed the tip of your nose then pulled you closer to him. Soon he drifted off to sleep. You listened to his heartbeat as you thought to yourself.

I love this man so much.

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[re-diesirae]

Prologue & Chapter 1

Prologue

Llanbister, Wales. March12th, 2016.

He was running late. He shouldn't have spent those few extra minutes waiting for that coffee, but then again, the traffic today was a nightmare. He had no idea of what was happening, but at this rate he wouldn't make it to the office until past noon.

The man drummed his finger against the glass of the window impatiently. The line of cars was not advancing at all and he could see the irritated drivers coming out trying to figure out what was happening. The man checked his hand watch and sighed. His office was barely a few blocks from where he was right now; he probably would make it less late if he just got off and did the trip by foot.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by poke on his shoulder. THe woman sitting by his side had suddenly dropped her head on him apparently asleep and he couldn't help but feel the annoyance building inside him.

"Ehm...excuse me, miss." he said trying to hide the irritation in his voice "Miss?"

Seeing that the woman wasn't responding to his words, he tried moving her to a better position. She was cold and he noticed that she was holding a bulk in her arms. No matter how much he shook her or called, the woman remained unresponsive.

A loud set of screams made him jump on his seat completely forgetting about the woman for a second. He looked out the window and he could see smoke coming from somewhere a few vehicles in front. Just like him, the other passengers in the bus were also trying to see what was happening outside with curiosity. Suddenly he was distracted by a stir at his side.

So…the woman had finally decided to wake up.

He turned around to see her and screeched in horror. The woman was suddenly covered by blood; it dripped out from any possible body hole: nostrils, eyes, mouth, ears...

She began murmuring some incoherent things that he could not understand, but before he could ask anything the woman had jumped over him with a roar. It was too quick for him to react as she stuck her teeth on his neck.

The last thing he would ever remember were the people running frantically inside the bus trying to escape, the smell of blood, pain and darkness and horrifying screams.

1. CLAIRE

North America TerraSave HQ, Hughesville. March 16th, 2016.

Claire let out a frustrated sigh as she dug into the fresh pile of paperwork on her desk. After her return from Sushestvivanie Island, the North American branch of Terrasave had fallen into chaos. The treason of one of its higher characters had caused the organization to falter, and people were starting to lose confidence in them. As a result, the directives decided that it was time to put a meaningful person in the head, and that was how she got promoted to branch chief. Despite the pretty office and the fancy title, the new rank brought even more problems into her already messy life. As expected by many, Claire had done a magnificent job as chief by proposing new plans and strategic protocols, among other things. She had done such a great job that the Chiefs from other branches asked her for advice regularly.

"Seriously," Claire sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. " I am not sure if I'd rather shoot zombies every day instead of signing all this paperwork."

Claire gave the file she had been reading one last look before signing and shutting the folder. She left the thing on the pile on her right and stretched her arms. It was then that she heard the shy knocking at her door, and the auburn headed sighed and told whoever it was to come in.

"Excuse me, Ms. Redfield," Madeleine, her secretary, said, peeking her head behind the door shyly, "I am sorry, but I've been knocking for about ten minutes. I was afraid that you might have collapsed."

Madeleine had been working as her secretary for a couple of months now. However, for some odd reason, the girl still acted a little nervous around her. Claire was aware that there was an innate Redfield trait that would sometimes make her intimidating, so she gave the girl her brightest smile, trying to calm her.

"Oh, sorry. I've been spacing out a lot lately. Did you need something? Please tell me you bring me something good and not another of those endless reports that I am supposed to sign."

Claire was feeling pathetic and bored, and she swore that if she had to sign another of those stupid reports, she would jump out through the window and hide somewhere away from there.

Madeleine laughed, feeling a little more relaxed, and shook her head.

"Oh, no. It isn't a report, Ms. Redfield," she replied, "And I supposed it counts as good news, in a way."

"Huh?" Claire said, tilting her head.

"You have visitors, Ms. Redfield."

"Visitors?" Claire repeated.

She looked at the clock on her desk and frowned. She was sure she didn't have anything booked in her Agenda for that afternoon. She wasn't even expecting guests that week.

"Well, a zombie may kill me," a familiar grave voice chuckled.

Claire's eyes widened in surprise, and her lips curled into a smile as she watched her brother's form step into the room with a teasing smirk. He was wearing casual clothes, something that was very odd these days. To her shock, Chris hadn't come alone. When the large man stepped aside, she saw Jill, Barry, Moira, and Leon enter as well. The latter was who made her even more surprised, as she had no idea of what had brought the agent to visit her today.

"Chris! What the...? What are you doing here?" said Claire, dropping her pen. Suddenly, a wave of panic ran through her body, and she looked at her visitors in a panic," Oh, no. Please, don't tell me there was another outbreak."

Her question caught everyone by surprise, but it was Moira's laugh that broke the tension.

"See what I told you?" the girl laughed, "She's been like this for a while. Whenever someone stops only to say hi, she automatically assumes you bring news of the apocalypse."

Claire rolled her eyes. The only reason she did that was that she had enough experience now to know when something was off.

"You would, too, if you had my job. I've gotten six outbreaks in the past two weeks..." Claire defended herself, "that ebola case in Congo and the Plagas thing in Mexico still has me on edge, so don't judge me."

"Ok, ok..." Moira said, raising her hands, "No one is judging."

Claire sighed. The woman turned to her brother and tilted her head.

"Please tell me there isn't another outbreak," she whispered, looking at Chris.

Chris scoffed, crossing his arms.

"Tch, do I need to be in a crisis to visit my baby sister?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I supposed not," Claire shrugged, "but considering your history and that fact that Leon is here, too. It is hard not to think otherwise."

Claire stood up and gave both men a questioning look.

Chris let out a chuckle as he pulled his sister into a warm hug. Claire couldn't remember the last time she'd felt her brother's hug, and she was happy to return it.

"Relax, Claire," Jill smiled, putting her hand on her shoulder, "We just returned from a mission, and we got a couple of weeks to rest. Since we happened to be around and Barry told us you were overworking yourself, we thought we should come to visit for a change."

"Ok, that's reasonable for you," Claire nodded.

Of course, Barry would tell them that since he probably heard it from Moira. The girl was always complaining about how little rest Claire got, but in her defense, the piles of paperwork kept growing, and she needed to finish them on time.

"What about James Bond?"

"Very funny, Claire," Leon sighed.

Claire smirked at him teasingly, and the blonde shook his head with a faint smile. She often teased him with that, and she was probably the only person from whom Leon accepted it.

" Pretty much the same. I came back from a mission, too. I was in the area and coincidentally stumbled with Chris," he answered, "he said he was going to visit you, and since I haven't seen you in a while, I decided to tag along. Is it true that you've been overworking yourself, Claire?"

Claire laughed.

"I guess that's a plus from my promotion," she sighed, and then she quickly added, as she saw Leon give her a skeptical look, "It's alright. The whole thing is more boring than anything else. Just paperwork and stuff, you know. The sort of thing that Chris hates the most."

Claire punched her brother's muscular arm playfully, and Chris answered the gesture by hugging her by the shoulders.

Jill laughed at the comment, while Barry nodded gravely. No one knew how much Chris hated paperwork better than his partners. Both Barry and Chris would do anything to avoid that, so it was Jill who ended up dealing with that.

"Well, it must be some hellish paperwork, then," Leon said, frowning, "You don't look too well."

"Geez, thanks, Leon, but you are one to talk..." Claire said, rolling her eyes, "No, wait. You never look bad, so how would you know."

Leon smirked at her teasing but said nothing else.

"I know what Claire needs to look livelier. How about we grab a bite?" Barry suggested, "I am starving, and I can swear for my Magnum that Claire needs to put on some weight. Seriously, girl. Are you even eating your meals?"

"Yes, I am, Barry," Claire answered, "Are you here to lecture me on my eating habits?"

"Nah, that's Kathy's thing," Barry laughed, "but you're seriously too thin."

"Blame my quick metabolism for that, but talking about food. I think I can take that offer, but you, Barry, are treating me."

"Sure thing, whatever it takes to put some fat on those bones, girl," Barry smirked, patting her back.

It was rare to have all her friends and family reunited in the same place at the same time, and Claire couldn't deny she felt happy, but Claire's happiness always came with a tiny thorn of doubt. No matter how well things looked, a part of her was waiting for something ominous to happen and make that happiness crumble. She wasn't always like that, but after so many bad experiences, she couldn't help it.

No more than a few minutes had passed since the thought had crossed her mind that she found her prediction coming true. The group was walking out of the office when the harsh echo of the emergency alarm began to ring. They all looked around in confusion, and Claire bit her lip with worry.

"What's that?" Chris asked.

"Isn't that the emergency alarm?" Moira asked, looking at Claire, "That thing has never rung before, has it?"

"No, never..." Claire said with a frown. She picked the radio she carried on her waist and began calling into it.

"Red? Do you copy?" a cracked voice called through the radio.

Claire let out a sigh and answered the call, fearing the news that it'd bring.

"I'm here, Grant. Would you mind explaining why the alarm is ringing?"

"Yeah, sorry about that. There was a security breach. Someone hacked into the system and set out all the safety protocols."

"What?" Claire sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Again? Please tell me you are doing something about that."

"Ah, yeah. I am at it," Grant replied, "where are you now?"

"Standing in front of my office door," Claire said, looking at Madeleine. The girl was sitting at her desk and turning pale.

"I got an S.O.S call from Saya," Grant replied, "Things are a fucking mess. All the security protocols in the laboratories got activated, and people got either locked in or locked out. I tried to help remotely, but the hacking messed up with the system, and it's rejecting me. I am trying to fix things up, so I can't go and reset it manually. Mind lending a hand and taking a look? I think your master code should work."

"If it is rejecting yours, what makes you think mine will work?"

"Well, your code works differently, and even if it fails, I trust you can figure out a way to solve it in situ. Just try not to toast my circuits."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"What happened the last time?"

Claire rolled her eyes.

"Fine. You fix up this mess. I'll head to R&D."

"Roger to that."

Claire put the radio away and groaned.

"Sorry," she told her friends. "I hope you don't mind a detour and a slight delay on that lunch date?"

"Well, we don't mind," Barry replied, "Duty is important."

"What happened?" Chris asked, "is there anything we can do to help?"

The group walked to the emergency stairs, followed closely by her brother and friends.

"Ah, never mind. It's just another false alarm," Claire sighed, "It's another attempt to wreck our security system. These pro-terrorists have taken it up against TerraSave, lately. This incident is the first time they succeed, though. No surprise, Grant is so pissed off. He controls the whole cybersecurity system in the building. His pride must hurt."

"Grant?" Jill asked.

"Grant Wallace," Moira chuckled. "Claire's little fanboy and the head of cybersecurity."

"Fanboy?" Jill asked curiously.

"Don't ask," Claire replied, rolling her eyes.

"Hardcore fanboy," Moria smirked, "and not shameful about it. How many times has he asked you out?"

"Out of topic."

Moira smirked and wagged her eyebrows meaningfully.

"So, pro-terrorists?" Leon asked, and Claire innerly thanked him for changing the subject.

"Well, Mr. Government agent, I would have expected you to know about it. It seems there's a significant group of people who believe TerraSave is causing more damage than good. The organization has made its enemies, and the situation with Fisher made our credibility fall apart. We get tons of threats daily."

Claire had, purposely, omitted the detail about the fact that more than 80% of the threats were specifically for her. She could deal with the nuisance, and there was no need to worry about them with silly pranks.

"Those extremists see anyone that goes against their ideas as enemies. Everyone knows the effort that TerraSave has put into helping people in need, Claire," said Chris, placing his hand on her shoulder. "You are all doing a good job."

Claire smiled at her brother. She didn't recall when was the last time she had Chris physically by her side. They spoke regularly by phone unless he was on a mission on some decrepit corner of the world and out of reach, but having the flesh and bones Chris was somehow soothing, especially now. The younger Redfield had been having some issues recently. Her paranoia and neuroticism had been keeping her awake at night. A part of her was unconsciously awaiting a calamity, but having her brother close was a rare comfort.

They reached the fifth level of the building, and Claire led the group through the door and into a corridor with white walls.

"Well, I just had a deja vu," Chris said, shuddering.

Claire snorted. The corridor would surely remind them of many of the bioterrorist laboratories they had visited in their career in the BSAA. However, it was the standard design of any health and investigation facility.

"Don't worry," Claire smiled, "We don't make bioweapons here."

"Fuck no," Moira agreed.

"Where exactly are we now?" Leon asked curiously.

Claire smiled again, this time with some pride. Level five and six held restricted access, so even most members of TerraSave had no access to the place. Chris had visited the building on several occasions, but he'd never stepped into this area either, and Leon had only come once, so she wasn't surprised that he seemed a little confused.

Claire was sure that Leon expected the place to look like a conventional office, but he found laboratories instead.

"Research and development, Level four. Biosafety and Public Health department," Claire explained, "We do some research on disease treatments and control. We work continuously to develop effective countermeasures during outbreaks. Health care systems, communication, medicines, among other things."

"You are developing vaccines?" Leon asked, "here?"

"I had no idea TerraSave could do that," Jill said, surprised.

"No, unfortunately, we lack the resources to develop vaccines. However, we can provide data to companies to help, and we can design treatments for disease, but we don't have enough power to produce vaccines."

"We have the brains, though. Right, Claire?" Moire said, grinning.

"I have no doubt we do. We have many competent researchers."

The group turned around the corner and reached an area with several glass doors. The lights on their electronic locks were red and blinking, and a tall woman with long black hair and Asian features was pacing back and forth in front of the door restlessly.

"Saya," Claire said, surprised.

"Ah, god bless us. You're just the person I wanted to see," the woman said.

"Well, I'm happy to be a sight to sore eyes, I suppose. You got locked out?"

"Isn't that obvious?" the woman asked with a frown, "I went to get some papers from the office next door when the alarm rang. All the doors got locked. I tried my master code, and guess what, it rejected it."

"Any sensible essay I should be worried about?" Claire asked, opening the panel and fidgeting with the buttons.

"Well, not on my part, but some people were working in lab3."

"They will run out of Air if we take too long," Claire sighed, "Let's hope it won't reject my master code."

"I am sure that you can figure out some other way if that happens," the Asian said, "though maybe something less explosive than the last time."

"Are you all going to keep reminding me that?" Claire said, rolling her eyes.

Claire pressed the buttons in the panel. Finally, after tampering with the electronic log several times, the red light turned green, and all the locks chimed, indicating that they were open.

"Bingo," Claire said, closing the panel.

"As expected from Fix-it-all Redfield," the Asian woman chuckled, "You're an angel."

"Oh my god, so the fix-it-all title was for real?" Moira asked.

It was because of Moira's sudden outburst that Claire and Saya remembered that there were other people present.

"Oh, my. Where are my manners," Saya said, looking at Claire, "Who might these be?"

Claire scoffed and turned to her friends.

"You know Moira, of course, this is her dad, Barry; this is my brother Chris, his partner Jill Valentine, and my old friend Leon Kennedy."

"Oh, friends of our chief are friends to me. I am Saya Hiwamura."

Saya shook everyone's hand politely.

"She's a doctor and one of our active researchers."

"You give me too much credit," Saya said with dismissal, "We all know the one doing most of the work here is you, Ms. Fix-it-all."

"Can you stop with the nickname?"

"Why? We know it brings good luck."

"That rumor has been running around the members for a while now," Moira explained to her father and friends, "everyone says that when something isn't working, you must come to Claire. She will fix it."

"Oh, that's a horrible lie, and the reason why my work load keeps piling up."

"Well, that's your fault for being good at this job," Moira laughed, "If you sucked, no one would ask for your advice."

"If I sucked, this branch would sink deeper."

"You can't blame yourself for that," Moira said, "That's fucker Neil's doing."

Claire shrugged. Suddenly, they were interrupted by the sound of Claire's radio. The woman answered it and got greeted by a lot of static.

"Hey, Redfield. Do you copy?"

"Yeah, Grant. What's wrong with your signal? It sounds so bad."

"Not...sure. Probably interference," the voice answered, "Hey, can you come to the Command Center? I've got troubles here, and I would like you to take a look."

"Me? You are the tech guru, not I. If you can't fix this mess, then I can't either."

"Oh, I am sure you can fix this. Come down here, and you'll see."

Saya gave Claire an amused smile, and the auburn headed caught Moira snickering.

"Fine. I'll be there in a minute."

Claire put the radio away and groaned. She turned to her friends and gave them an apologetic look.

"Sorry, I have got to check this," she sighed.

"Wallace calling for you, huh?" Saya smirked, "He'd use any excuse to have you pay him a visit, wouldn't he?"

"This is purely professional. I don't know what Grant wants me to see, but I am sure it is important," Claire shrugged, "Would you mind entertaining my friends until I'm back?"

"Oh, no. I am happy to oblige," Saya smiled at the group.

"Are you sure you don't want us to help?" Chris asked, but Claire waved her hand.

"I am sure it's nothing. Grant is a dork sometimes, but he knows his deal. The security system in the building is tight. I am sure they just messed up with the alarms and stuff, nothing more than a bad prank."

"Are you sure?" Jill said, "We don't mind helping."

"It's fine. I'll check, and I'll be back in a jiffy. We can get that lunch then."

Claire patted her brother's back and walked down the hallway until she disappeared around the corner, leaving the group behind.

Claire reached the basement, where the Command Center was. The alarm had finally stopped ringing, and the woman was happy to hear silence at last. The loud whistle was starting to cause her a headache.

Everything seemed to be in order, but she had an odd feeling in her gut. However, the woman brushed it off as her paranoia, kicking into action. She had seen several people on her way down, but once she reached the basement, she felt it unusually quiet.

"You are overthinking, Claire," she told herself as she pushed the door to Grant's office open.

The room was empty and dark, except for the tiny lights coming from the equipment. That was the first thing to set off her alarm. From all the rooms in the building, that room was the only one that never looked dark. Even if the lights were off, Grant's monitors would still light it up enough.

"Grant?" Claire called.

There was no answer and Claire's gut twisted. Something was wrong, and she was automatically on edge. Her clear eyes tried to scan the room for danger, but with the little light, it was difficult for her to see if there were any threats.

It was a good thing that her instinct was fast to react. Otherwise, she wouldn't have evaded the dark figure that tackled her from behind the door.

Claire rolled over the ground and stood up in a jump, taking a fighting position. The woman landed a clean kick on the ribs, sending the black-suited person against the wall.

Her attacker was surprised by her reaction, perhaps he taught that Claire was an easy target, but she wasn't. The woman was ready to fight if she had to. Claire hit the man several times, but the man dodged one of her hits and pushed her against the table, slamming her head against the polished wood.

The attacker was sturdier and stronger than her, and he had the advantage in the fight. However, she'd learned to fight from Chris, and he had taught her many ways to overcome that disadvantage. Claire's knee hit the man in the stomach, knocking the air out of him. Using that distraction, she grabbed his head and slammed it against the table several times until the man fell to the floor unconscious.

"Well, crap," Claire gasped, rubbing her head and trying to recover her breath.

She was about to check who the man was when a second man, who she had not seen before, attacked her. The auburn headed struggled against the man, leaving a mess in the small office.

It was at the last minute that Claire realized that there was a third person in the room, but she was too late. The third attacker raised his shotgun and hit her head with it.

The impact was painful, and it made her lose her balance. The second hit knocked her out, and the last thing she felt was a crushing pain on her backs as she faded away.

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