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slashingdisneypasta · 3 years

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Hello. What about a villain SO who adores animals for Captain Hook, Hades, Dr. Facilier, Bill Cipher, Beetlejuice, and Jafar? Thank you hun😊🍯

Hope you like these ^^

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Beetlejuice:

· I wouldn’t put it past him to make one or two beastiality jokes…

· But apart from that, he doesn’t half mind animals either! (And he finds it endearing to see you playing with them, not that he cares to identify at all the warm, soothing feeling in his chest when he sees you boop your nose against a tortoise’s.) He’d love a dog, or… a tiger. A dinosaur would be ideal.

· But actually, its animals that tend to have a problem with him.

· Cuz of course animals are a lot more sensitive than humans tend to be to ghosts, and demons, and souls. And his soul is pretty damn mucky. BJ has met exactly zero animal’s so far (Since his death) that haven’t taken an immediate dislike of him. They hiss at him, or growl, or try to wriggle away even if they aren’t being held by him; Just nearby to him.

· He scares them because they can feel his evil and want nothing to do with it.

· So your dreams of adopting a dog with your new ghostie bf will need to be put on a back burner. Maybe he can lasso a sandworm and y’all can name her Rose and she can be your pet? He absolutely does not want you to be sad because of him!!

Bill Cipher:

· “ooOOH, what kind? Anglerfish? Clown fish? Sharks? Lobsters? Giant Squid? Wolffish? The Textile Cone Snail’s native to the Red Sea, Indian Ocean and Oceania waters? Octopus? Lock Ness Monster? Mermaids? Shrimp? Koi? M E G A L A D O N S? OH OH- THE KRAKEN?”

· “Wow, that was a lotta underwater stuff. I mean, yeah, they’re all great but also land animals and birds… And I don’t think all those are actually real?”

· “Heheh, that’s what you think… “His body loses its colour and becomes like a Bill Shaped screen, like he does sometimes when he’s brainstorming, and you just catch a picture of somewhere under the ocean and a beautiful, purple tale flapping out of the picture and a flash of soft, human skin just above it. Your eyes blow wide open. “Y/N, remember 80 percent of the ocean is unexplored.”

· SO, yeah. Bill’s really into underwater creatures. It is the most mysterious part of earth and in it lives some of the world’s freakiest creatures.

· He’ll install a whole aquarium in your house out of excitement, and inside? Nothing but angler fish, giant squids to watch you while you sleep and beautifully coloured sea snails climbing up the glass walls.

· Land animals though and birds? Very little interest. Birds get points only for being close to dinosaurs (You ask about reptiles in that case and his eye inverts in its colouring. His ‘skin’ goes red. “Those jerks know what they did.”), but still he’d much rather talk about star fish! Get ready to be more educated about the ocean’s weirdest creatures and mysterious happenings then you ever wanted to be.

Captain Hook:

· He has very confused feelings about this- especially when you act so chummy with Tik Tok who, naturally, loves you and your T-Bone steak snacks.

· On one hand, if you’re feeding Tik Tok then Tik Tok probably won’t feel the need or be able, to eat him.

· But on the other- bEtrAyER! How could you feed and love that monster, that has plagued his life for years and made his existence a living hell?

· But then again, the fact that Tik Tok is now often too full to bother with him rears its head again and he calms down.

· Because of this, its typical that he says nothing when you have animals around (Any animal. They all remind him of Tik Tok. Scales, fur, or feather). He’ll want to. Gosh, the need to speak will overflow in his throat and he’ll take a deep breath- … but then no words come out. He forces it down. Because he can’t mention his dislike without mentioning his relief also, so speaking at all would really just make you confused and feel bad and leave him frustrated because he doesn’t know how either of you could change to make this better for anyone, so its just not worth it.

· So then he just walks away.

· Its pretty humorous to see, actually. Because he’s just all grumpy and slouching off, maybe shaking his head and muttering, and you’re all wide eyed and confused. Holding, like, a budgie or a snake or something.

· The other pirates are keeping a tally.

· Bonus point: He’s not scared (Or allergic) of any other animals apart from Tik Tok, so you don’t have to worry about him being skittish or anything.

Dr Facilier:

· Frogs are a difficult subject for him so enjoy amphibian cuties somewhere that he is not, please. Also rabbits- there was an incident before you came along that he does not speak of.

· Other then that, Facilier is basically a normal person about animals. He can appreciate a nice zoo visit every now and then and pet the odd dog or cat but with you in his life he never wants to go to a zoo again. And he’s bored as hell by everyday pets.

· But he won’t tell you he’s sick of all the animals. Nay, nay. Its one of those things where you love the person, so you put up with the crazy/annoying shit they love. Like ‘Yes, yes. Very interesting, cher… ‘ when you talk about it, while he’s actually reading the newspaper and he hasn’t heard anything you said. After all, you stay quiet when he’s plotting or cackling over something he did to a victim that day. Its only fair.

· He is fascinated, though, when he’s just watching you (Sometimes he just sits back and observes you doing your thing. Its relaxing for him) and he notices little quirks you’ve picked up from various creatures. Like the way you curl up when you’re lying down on the couch and how you shrink back from things that happened to surprise you, similar to a big cat. Your eyes are focused like a wild animal, too. Very cute.

· Lots of animal-themed nicknames.

Hades:

· “You know, some tell me I’m a kinda animal, babe… “He wiggles his eyebrows at you over his mug of whatever-he-drinks (You fear asking, after watching him eat a bowl of worms), offering his best (And funniest) bedroom eyes to you.

· “Yes, but are you as cute as this snake Hades?? Are you?? Look into these eyes and tell me this snek is not as cute as you are.” You lift the little grass snake gently from the table and onto your arm, letting him wrap its body around you and lift his head to look around; Checking out what’s up. He was getting his scales stroked good; Why has it stopped?

· “Pfft,” Hades rolls his eyes, returning to the chess board in front of him (He likes to play both sides and challenge himself).

· Okay so, Hades can take or leave most animals. But it’s so cute that you love them, so he lets you keep them around. Whatever animals you like (Don’t worry, you also have the proper equipment and enclosures for them, and Hades makes another God, who is an expert on all things animals, come by whenever you have a question), and however many you like. I mean, what’s the good of being a God if you can’t spoil yourself and your preciously excited, human significant other?

· So you have, like, Reptiles at the west end of his underworld castle, nocturnal animals on the east, more pet-type animals like dogs and cats and rabbits in the living area part of the castle, etc.

· The animals give Pain and Panic a hugely hard time, which Hades thinks is a great bonus to doing this for you.

· He really loves it when you call him and yourself the animal’s parents. Yes, call me Daddy, babes. Its fine by me!

Jafar:

· Oh my god, the disdain in his voice when he looks from you, practically bouncing on the heels of your feet and to the fluffy white kitty you’ve gently shoved in his hands- which he holds at nearly a full arm’s length away from him. “Eugh. Really?”

· “What’s wrong! ? Isn’t she the cutest?”

· “She’ll get fur everywhere.”

· “Oh, that’s rich… “You say, side eye-ing Iago, who’s making a face at the cat from Jafar’s other shoulder. “Iago stress moults- and you stress him out all the time!”

· A dramatic, offended gasp erupts from one of the two males (Not gonna tell you who). “It is aesthetically pleasing mess!”

· So basically if the animal doesn’t speak a language he understands, he doesn’t care for it. You’re going to be fighting him on this for the rest of your life, Y/N. (Or his. I mean, I heard evil double crossing sorcerer vizier’s are dying at an accelerated rate these days. Hm, mysterious.).

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letthefrogsbe · 3 years

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remember when I was gonna write that parkner fic?

cool so I've decided I'm gonna, but because I cannot write for SHIT and I hate my writing every time I see it, ill just share my outline of what I have so far. its not coherent. sorry.

Section one: aunt may dies. It’ll be like “it's been 3 months. 3 months since May was shot. 2 months and 3 weeks since she died.”

Something like that idc. Basically this section will base around peter living tony, because he’s not doing well, and he is only 17- which is not actually old enough to be on your own after something like this. Setting is established, with cameos from dr strange (who tony is dating and lives with (yeah bite me, this is my fanfiction i can make it what i want.) it will be made obvious that this takes place after endgame, which also means that tony is Not going to die. I’m not that mean lmao. The avengers are like largely together, there was not as much death in this as there was in endgame. Whatever. Everyone is very nice to peter because they know that for him its either this or him becoming a ward of the state so like.

Section two: harley gets kicked out. His mom finds out that he’s gay (from gossip sources idk) and kicks harley out. Im not going to write them having a big fight like in the moment, but harley will recount what happened somewhat to tony in this section, and then more to peter later in the story. Gay ppl trauma dump, we know this. Okay anywaysss so harley calls tony literally sobbing and like freezing fucking cold. IM SORRY IM BEING SO MEAN TO THEM I PROMISE THEY'LL GET A HAPPY ENDING. Okay. harley explains how his mom kicked him out. Tony asks why, harley says something like “she didn’t agree with my lifestyle choices” like bitterly. Tony is a good person in this (i know, im really taking some character liberties) and he’s in the mood for collecting strays apparently, so he has happy send over the quinjet. He can’t make it himself bc hes in fucking japan or something for the next few weeks,, but. Yeah! Tony also calls peter, who is presumably in bed and feeling depressed. “Hey pete. How ya feeling? Any better?’ ‘Not really, tony. Sorry.’ ‘you don’t have to be sorry-’ ‘damn tony you sound like my therapist.’ “sorry pete, but i do have something to tell you- you know harley?’ ‘only from what you’ve told me about him, but yea. He was the tennessee garage kid, right?’ ‘i mean. Yes. so- he’s gonna come stay with me for a while too- it might not be permanent but it will probably be a bit. He’s about your age, and he just has no where to go (just like u). He’s not going to stay in your room or anything, but with bruce and thor here, he will be in your apartment area.’ ‘okay tony.. Will i have to talk to him a bunch?’ ‘not if you don’t want to- i already warned him about you, so it should be okay. I wouldn’t worry so much pete- you guys are so similar in a lot of ways that i wanted to introduce you two long before he called me.’ ‘okay tony, i trust you. Thank you again for letting me stay with you :)’ (yeah that kind of got away from me)

Section 3: build up. this is a shorter section. Harley and peter are gonna meet in section 4. This section is harley’s jet ride (with an intuitive happy) and harley’s nerves about how he really isn’t worth this (i mean hes pretty intimidated tony sent a private jet just for him) and happy like reassures him. Hes still insecure though. Peter is also nervous bc what if harley doesn’t like him? What if he doesn’t like harley?? Tony did say they would get along, but peter hasn’t really been himself recently, so who knows? Yeah lots of that. I do want to emphasize though- peter is not completely unhealthily coping. Like he has a therapist and he has been reaching out to ned and mj, but its still an open wound for him. Obviously. He still has a sense of humor though, but its to cover these deep insecurities. Like the first month or so that he was with tony, he was reallllyyyy trying to not get close to him bc he sort of thinks he kills everyone around him. Like logically he knows this isn’t true, but he does really think the that non superheroes that he surrounds himself with are very at risk if they know about his spider-man-ness. The only people who know now are ned and mj (may knew too).

Section 4: the meeting of harley and peter. Keep in mind peter has been living in this apartment/area of stark tower for about 3 months now. He actually moved in while may was in the hospital because he couldn’t stand to be alone in the apartment when he knew why may wasn’t there. And um. Yeah. so peter is like comfortable in this space, basically. Also- the reason theyre in the same apartment is because stark tower was not really created with the idea of housing broken orphans in mind, so it only has a certain amount of residential space. Thor and bruce are currently staying there together (although no one really knows if theyre together, or if theyre just best bros who went through some extreme trauma together and are now inseparable. Hmmm wonder if thats gonna come up later) and theyre using one apartment, and happy lives there with his own apartment, and tony and stephen are currently sharing the penthouse, even though thats not public knowledge. Really only the people close to tony know that he’s dating stephen. So. this leaves just the one other 2 bedroom apartment for peter and harley. It has one bathroom, and the bedrooms are connected by a door but theyre pretty big so like. Theres a kitchen, a living room with a fancy ass tv, and a really pretty view (with a balcony bc <333). May died in march, peter got leave from the school in april, and it is now the middle of june btw. Tony is now peter’s official guardian (he was before may died anyways) and now has sole guardianship over him which he has fully accepted, even though peter and him both know that there are going to be times where he has to go out of town bc he does own a company after all. Times like right now. Harley is pretty nervous that tony isn’t going to be there to greet him and that he is going to have to like introduce himself to peter and everything. Cmon, theres no reason to feel like that, he’s the one intruding after all, he should at least be able to handle himself. (<--- harley’s thoughts). Yeah so theyre insecure super cool. A n y w a y s so peter was stressing about harley as he arrived, and so when harley walked in they were both complete bundles of nerves. Harley walks up but knocks. Peter actually jumps (bc spidey sense okay whatever) and goes to get the door. Oh my god these awkward teenagers i hate them so much (i love them). Peter kinda looks like shit, sorry king. He was a little bit crying earlier, then tony called and he switched into stressed out ball-of-anxiety mode. Distractions are good, its okay. Peter opens the door for harley and they like introduce each other all awkward (again sorry) and peter shows harley where he is staying. Harley doesnt really have muchhhh bc he was kicked out and all. He just has a suitcase full of clothes, his favorite blanket, his favorite stuffed animal (yeah whatever bc ofc he does) and his phone/charger. He sets all his stuff down at once. He thanks peter for letting him stay in his apartment and also said sorry. First thing peter noticed was harley’s accent. Stfu. peter asks why harley’s here- ok. Harleys had a long ass day. Too fucking long. He- he breaks down. He tells peter a lot. About how his mom found out that he was gay, and how she told him never to come back. Yikes. Anyways, this is establishing the beginning of their relationship as friends. Peter is there for him even though he doesn’t know him at all. Peter sees some of himself in harley in this moment, even though he’s not talking about himself yet. Eventually harley does ask about peter, and they really just get to know each other really quick. They have these deep scarring individual traumas, and neither has nearly recovered, but they find comfort in just knowing that theyre not alone in their suffering. At least for now. At least in this moment.

Section 5: the next day. Peter and harley spent that whole night talking about what they were going through. Peter said good night at around 5 am (there were no adults around they can do what they want to) and they both got good sleeps. In peter’s case, one of the first solid nights he’s had in a while. Harley was kept up a little longer after peter left, however, because he just couldn’t shut off his mind. It was really cathartic for him to just lay everything out there and for someone to just accept him. Peter told him he was bi, but he was.. Lucky. He had accepting people in his life. May was accepting. God, harley couldn’t fathom having lost everyone in his life, everyone he ever cared about, and still having the heart to sit and talk with the dumbass anxious gay kid who can’t go home anymore. His problems felt so small compared to peter’s, and all he could do was admire peter’s resilience and how he was seemingly able to bounce back from anything. God, peter was something. He couldn’t wait to get to know him more. With that thought circling in his head, he finally went to sleep at oh shit 6:30 am. Peter woke up around 1. Harley at 2. When harley woke up, peter was watching tv and eating cereal on the couch and he just sat down next to him. No words, just sleepy children being sleepy. They stayed like this for like an hour when someone knocked on their door. Enter stephen strange!!!!!!!!!!! Get excited people. Hes just coming in to check on them bc tony told him to, and he didn’t get the chance last night bc he was _busy_. K so now he’s here and hes awkward and he just wants to make sure these boys r okay bc theyve both been through too much recently, and it would be just the cherry on top if they didn’t get along. Him and harley had never actually met before so he like introduced himself and all that. Offered like if they needed anything he was there, and its only gonna be a few days until tony gets back (did i say a week earlier? Im retconning that bc i cannot find it in my writing so it is now retconned). Peter and harley just have to sort of explain to dr strange that theyre getting along gREAT and there is no need for concern….. And peter was even thinking about showing harley around the city a bit that night (something he had not yet told harley, but wanted to make it seem like he was doing well and not acting too depressed in front of Dr. Strange) so dr strange is like yeah !!!!!! do that, that sounds super fun petey !!!!!! and so now they have evening plans

ok ps I wrote this like 2 weeks ago and completely forgot I posted something on Tumblr about this fic idea, and so this is literally just how I talk to myself. was not gonna ever post this but then I decided to because I'm bored. there are more sections but I'm not gonna post them rn because this post is really fucking long already!!!!

#hope this is marketable??#sort of just wanted to share my 4 am writing tbh #it doesn't make sense just go w it #parkner #peter parker #harley keener

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fvrxdrm · 4 years

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City of the Living Dead

Chapter 1

“Y/N, wake up!”

Carlos yelled at you to wake you up and shook your still sleeping form violently. Your eyes abruptly shot open after hearing his full-throated voice, your E/C orbs immediately landing on the face of the man hovering above you.

You scanned his face, still not fully aware of your surroundings due to your sleepiness but as time went on and your brain had sobered up a bit, you noticed that he didn’t look calm and balmy like how he usually was, he looked...agitated which mirrored the way he shouted at you.

“Carlos?” You muttered, your mouth barely opening as the rest of your body was still putting itself together.

“Come on. We gotta get out of here”, Carlos said as he unlatched all of the metal straps holding you down onto your bed using the computer that was situated on a wooden desk a few feet away from you.

“What? Why? What’s going on?” You asked, confused as to why the soldier was jittery all of a sudden.

You forced yourself to sit up with both of your hands aiding you as you struggled to do the simple action. It had been a long time since you’ve done it anyway. Those stupid scientists would not let you.

“Would you believe me if I told you that a zombie apocalypse is happening?”

Now that woke you up.

“What?”

Zombie apocalypse? How’d that happen? Don’t those things happen in like movies or something?

“The city’s in total chaos. Don’t know how it happened but it is... Listen, we’re the only two left in here. The rest of our team members are looking for other survivors and something we could use to get out of here”, Carlos replied as he draped your arm around his shoulders and wrapped one of his own around your waist to help you stand up since your legs felt like jelly at that moment.

“What about my sister?” You questioned, remembering that your sister was taken with you.

“I haven’t seen your sister yet so I guess her bodyguard helped her out”

“Do you know who her bodyguard is?”

“No. Those information are also confidential for some unknown reason. Can you walk?”

“I think so”, you slowly slid your arm off of Carlos’ shoulders as you carefully took a few steps to your right side, Carlos’ arm still not leaving your waist until he was sure that you got the hang of it.

“Alright, I’m ready”, you spoke after a few seconds of finding your balance.

“Not quite. You still need to change your clothes. Wouldn’t want to go out in the wild like that, would we?” Carlos uttered as he gestured his hand towards your skimpy hospital gown that had a deep v going dangerously down below your breasts, showing off your cleavage.

Why the fuck is my gown this revealing?

“Right. Where will I get some clothes?”

“I think we got some in the locker room”

“Okay, let’s go then”

“Come on, I’ll lead the way”, Carlos motioned for you to follow him as he opened the white door, looking back towards where you were to make sure that you were trailing right behind him.

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“We’re here”

Carlos swiped the key card that he had been holding onto since he entered your room into the key slot located on the right side of the locker room’s door and waited until the light beside the slot turned green before pushing the metal door open.

“Ladies first”, Carlos spoke with a smile as he raised his arm towards the room that was full of lockers (duh) and some benches, his free hand still placed on the door to keep it from slamming pancakes into your faces.

“It better not be to check out my ass”, you snickered as you strolled inside the room, immediately checking every locker in hopes of getting some new clothes to change into ‘cause the hospital gown you were wearing was a fashion no-no.

“Nah. I’m too manly to do that”, Carlos said back as he followed you inside, closing the door right behind him after doing so.

“What a gent”

“I tend to be”

Carlos helped in finding you new clothes, searching lockers after lockers until he finally found a plain black tank top, a (F/C) (sports/balconette/demi/whatever you like) bra, a pair of ripped black denim shorts, a denim jacket, and a pair of black combat boots.

Perfect.

“Hey, Y/N, I got something that might fit you”, Carlos mouthed aloud as he held the neatly folded clothes with both hands right in front of you.

“Thanks”

You quickly grabbed the clothes that were placed on top of his palms before entering the small area that was covered by a white curtain.

“So, what’s the plan, hero?” You asked the mop-headed soldier in order to break the slightly awkward silence that filled the room as you changed into the new clothes that Carlos found as quickly as possible.

“Like I said, my teammates are looking for something we could use to get the hell out of here but they sure are taking their sweet time”, Carlos replied as he shook his head, his back turned to where you were as if he could see your naked body through the curtain even though he could literally only see your silhouette. What an actual gentleman.

“What’s it like up there?”

“A shit-hole. This place is full of zombies and shit. There’s also this giant-ass dude just roaming around. You wouldn’t wanna see it”

“But I have to if I want to get out of here”

“Yeah... Listen, once we get out of this facility, you stay right behind me. Wouldn’t want you to get lost”, you chuckled at his remark, your head shaking a bit as you did so.

He’s like an over-protective big brother or something.

“How would I get lost in this place? I mean, I grew up here in Illinois. I basically know every twists and turns in this place”, you said as you put the pair of shorts on, making sure that the bottom of your tank top was tucked inside your trousers.

Unseen by you, though, Carlos’ face fell as he heard those words come out of your mouth.

Shit, she doesn’t know?

“Y/N...”

“Yeah?”

“You’re not in Illinois”

Your heart dropped.

Your hands stopped tugging on your jacket and your eyes widened by themselves as you stood still, frozen in place.

“What?” You finally spoke after a minute of silence as you practically yanked the curtain open and stepped out of the tiny space, your eyebrows furrowing together in confusion as you stomped towards the man.

“Y/N, you’re in Raccoon City. Did nobody tell you that”, Carlos said as he turned around to face you, his face mirroring the look you were giving him.

“No”, you shook your head from one side to another as you said that one word to emphasize what you were saying since you were not sure if he had heard you at all for the reason that your voice sounded barely above a whisper as you spoke.

You stayed silent, taking in the newfound information you got from the male right in front of you.

Your brain scrambled a million thoughts together as bewilderment flooded inside your head. But even so, one question kept nagging you every time you woke up on top of the leather-topped bed you were placed and strapped on.

“How long was I in here?” You asked.

You were nervous as hell for some unknown reason but you were itching to know the answer.

What if I was in here for like a month? Are my friends worried?

Slowly, your heart began to pound in your chest, the sound becoming louder and louder until you could hear its hammering ringing inside your ears. You were starting to think that Carlos could hear the anxiety you were feeling even though you didn’t let it out verbally.

Please don’t be too long, please don’t be too long...

“One year”, Carlos finally responded after a few seconds of heavy silence.

Your heart dropped into your stomach again and you sure as hell heard it shatter into a million pieces after hearing those words come right out of his mouth.

“One year?”

“Yeah... Hey, don’t cry. Your pretty face might get ruined”, Carlos said as he wiped the stray tear that you didn’t even notice away with his calloused thumb and attempted to comfort you but it was no use. Your heart broke at those two words.

One year? That’s how long I was gone? That’s even worst than a month! How the hell was I missing for that long!?

“Hey, don’t worry. I’ll make sure to bring you back to Illinois. If it makes you feel a bit more at ease, I snatched this bracelet and this necklace from Dr. Birkin’s office. Thought these might be really important to you”, Carlos spoke again as he took out a customized bracelet with your friend’s name on it and a silver necklace that had a(n) (birthstone) stone attached into a metal framing from one of his pockets.

You gently took the bracelet from his hand before reading the four letters that were written on each tiny cube bead.

Leon

God, how is he feeling right now?

You wondered.

Out of all the friends you’ve had, Leon was the most over-protective of them all. You didn’t know why he was like that but you were kind of glad that someone genuinely cared about you even though most of the time it was the cause of your arguments.

You see, you and Leon have been best friends since birth and so were both of your mothers. For some reason, your mother and his decided that it would be a good idea to get pregnant at the same time and then BOOM! You and Leon were born.

I’m so sorry, Leon.

“Hey, I don’t know who this Leon kid is but don’t worry, I’ll bring you back to him, too”, Carlos uttered out loud as if he could read your own random thoughts. He circled around you to place your necklace around your neck, making sure that he wouldn’t snip even a tiny part of your skin as he clasped the hooks together. You smiled.

“Thanks, Carlos. I owe you one”

“No problem, kiddo. That’s what friends are for, right?”

Yeah, and you were glad that you had one in that hell-hole of a facility you were in.

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Ayo! Chapter 1, wuz good?! I'm sorry this was kind of rushed. I was busy with dance and all that stuff🤣

Anyways, how was it? Did you like it? Did you not?

#leonkennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy imagines #leon s kennedy x reader #leonxreader #leon kennedy x you #leon+kennedy+fanfic #leon+kennedy+imagine #residentevil2 #resident evil x reader #resident evil fanfic #resident-evil-fanfic #resident evil #resident evil 3 #resident evil 2 #carlos oliveira x reader #carlos oliveira #jill valentine

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atlafan · 4 years

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Take it Slow - Part Thirty-Six

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Fluff and Smut.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

Harry gets up early the next day to go meet Niall with the truck. You get up a little after him to shower, and meet the girl’s at Rick’s, the diner Harry loves so much. You hug both of them, and give them their small gifts from your trip.

“Thanks again for checking in on my place.”

“Oh, it was no problem.” Rachel says, sitting down next to you. Sarah barely makes eye contact with you.

“Everything okay? Do you not like the charm?”

“Not it’s beautiful, thanks.” She furrows her brows, and looks up at you. “Niall told me what happened yesterday.” You blush immediately, and Rachel starts laughing. “I told you it wasn’t funny!”

“C’mon it’s hilarious!”

“How come you didn’t tell us two started doing it?”

“Because it happened in London. I was going to tell you today, now! God, he such a gossip queen, I can’t believe he told you. There was nothing to tell. He said he barely saw anything.”

“Yeah, well, he lied.”

“What?”

“He said he walked in, and saw you bouncing up and down on Harry’s dick.” She says lowly so no one around can hear. “And you just looked over at him and froze. You didn’t even get off of Harry right away.”

“Yeah, well, he was like a deer in headlights until Harry said something. I think it took everyone a second to register what was happening.”

“He said it wasn’t the first time he had walked in on him before either, and apparently Harry had walked on him too. They’re both freaks! I wouldn’t be surprised if they had a threesome before.” She huffs. Rachel giggles. Your mind races to that very thought.

“God, please don’t put it in her head too. No way those boys have had a threesome.”

“You know, I don’t think I’d be surprised either. But, we can’t judge something they may or may not have done in the past, right?”

“No…none of us can really judge on that.” She sighs. “Guess I just didn’t love the thought of him seeing you naked. You have a perfect body.”

“My body is not perfect, Sarah. Besides, it’s not like he saw my front.”

“True.”

“Okay, enough about all that, tell us about your first time going all the way with him.” Rachel says eagerly.

A waiter comes over to give you all water and coffee, and takes your orders.

“Alright, so it happened when we were in London, after all the family stuff.”

“How was meeting his mom and sister?” Sarah asks, sipping on her coffee.

“Great! I think they liked me. They were both very friendly and inviting. It was a nice Christmas.” They both smile at you. “The second night we were in London, which I have to say is just one of the most beautiful cities ever.”

“Your pictures looked amazing.” Rachel says.

“There were some I didn’t post, look at how cute he is.” You take out your phone and show them a picture of Harry kissing you on the cheek, and the one of you kissing on the mouth. They both aw.

“Where was this taken?” Sarah asks.

“On the London Eye, the view was incredible.” You show them a few more private photos and get on with your story. “So we went to this really nice Chinese food place, and I got to meet two of his oldest friends, Mitch and Sarah, who I’m now Facebook friends with. And they both followed me on Instagram, and so did his sister.”

“Shit, you’re in.” Rachel says.

“Right? So we have this great dinner, and go back to his place. He has his own flat there that he rents out as an Air BnB.”

“Smart, bet he makes a lot of money off of that.” Sarah says.

“He does! His sister helps him take care of it, so he splits the money with her. Anyways, so we get back and we have some wine, we’re listening to some music…and I just feel ready? I was super nervous, but I knew it was time. We both waited long enough. I actually can’t wait to see Dr. Mara next week to tell her everything.”

The waiter comes over and gives you all your food.

“So how did it happen, who made the first move?” Sarah asks.

“I sort of did. We had started kissing and touching, you know. And I…well…I told him I wanted him to fuck me.” Rachel nearly chokes on her food and laughs.

“Atta girl.” You nudge her and giggle.

“He was like with what?” Both girls giggle. “And I was like…well I touched me him there, and I was like with this.”

“Damn Y/N!” Rachel says. “So proud of you.”

“So what did he do? Shit a brick?” Sarah asks.

“He immediately picked me up, and brought me into the bedroom. We got undressed, and did what we usually did, but I wanted him so bad, so I had him rush through some of the foreplay, I just couldn’t wait any longer. So he….you know started, and oh my god it felt incredible.”

“How big is he?” Rachel asks.

“So big. And I knew he was big, obviously, I’ve had his dick down my throat enough times to know. But for some reason, like, as he was putting it in, I was like no way there’s more, and there was more.”

“He got the girth too?” Sarah asks.

“You have no idea, so thick.” You make a chef’s kiss motion. “I mean he stretched me out, ladies.” All three of you giggle. You felt like you were in college again, having brunch after a night out, talking about all of your hookups. “We pretty much stayed in one position, just to ease into everything. I didn’t know if I was going to freak out or not. It felt amazing the whole time, but towards the end he got a little excited.”

“Define excited.” Rachel says.

“Well, he started ramming into me pretty hard. Oh, by the way, not only did he hit bottom, but he can hit the g-spot. Jesus, I thought I was going to cry it felt so good. Anyways, so I could tell he was reaching his end, so he started ramming into me a little too hard, and I had a bad flash.” Both girls frown, but you start laughing. “So I…” You can’t stop laughing, and tears start to come. Both girls start laughing from your laughter. You take a deep breath. “So I kicked up in his stomach, and was already coming, so it got all over my face and in my eye.” You squeak out and continue laughing hysterically. It was funny, now. Both girls laugh too. “He felt so bad, but I told him it was fine.”

“Wow, so are you happy you waited?”

“Yeah, with the other couple of times I’ve been triggered, I’m glad we took things so slow. I truthfully didn’t feel ready until that moment.”

“He must’ve felt so relieved.”

“Oh he did. He was so happy.”

“Was that the only time you did it there?”

“Nope.” You giggle. “I mean it took me a day to recover, I could barely walk. But then another morning I woke up, and it was on. Rode that dick like a champ. Really felt like my old self.” You take a sip of your coffee. “Then we did it again in the shower when we got back, and we were in the middle of doing it when Niall walked in.”

“Why were you even doing it at his place? You should’ve been packing.” Sarah says.

“We were! And then he got all cute and mentioned how we never got to fully fuck at his place, and we both thought it was a shame.”

“Oh yeah, totally back to your old self.” Rachel nudges you.

“I’ve never had sex this good before. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve never been in love like this, or if it’s just the fact that he knows what do with it, or maybe a combination of both, but I can’t get enough of him. And I don’t think he can get enough of me either. I mean, he’d do it at any second if I said so.”

“That’s great Y/N.”

“Yeah, we’re both really happy for you. Have you guys found a bigger place to look at yet?”

“There’s a place we’re going to check out on the 2nd, it’s in the building across the street from Niall’s. It would be so great, he and I could carpool.” Sarah rolls her eyes. “Okay, do you have a problem with him and I all of a sudden?”

“No…I just think you two act like a married couple sometimes.”

“Sarah, you’ve only seen Niall and I around each other a few times. You have no idea what our friendship is really like.”

“Just feel like he likes you more than me sometimes. Like he would drop everything for you if you called.” You feel bad for Sarah. This may have been why you waited so long to mix your friend groups.

“That’s because when I call his mind immediately goes to the worst possible thing. We’re like family, you have to know it doesn’t go deeper than that.” You put your hand over hers. “He really likes you Sarah, I’ve never seen him so taken with someone he’s dated before.”

“Thanks.” She smiles. “It’s so crazy you and Harry are already moving in together.”

“Today makes it official.” You say excitedly.

“Are you nervous about anything? All secrets and alone time will officially be gone.” Rachel says.

“I can just go to my room if I want to be alone. Plus I can escape to the gym if need be. And I’ll be starting classes soon. And he’ll be getting busy with prom and wedding season just around the corner.”

After breakfast the girls go back to your place to see if the boys have finished. You see the truck on the street. The three of you go up, and see Niall and Harry reassembling his desk in the space you had hoped it would fit. It fit pretty perfectly, which you were thankful for. Harry was under the desk, with a couple of screws in his mouth, while Niall shined a flashlight for him so he could see the screw hole properly. You had never seen Harry be handy before, this was good.

“Hi boys.” You say. Niall turns around and smiles at the three of you.

“Good breakfast, loves?” He says, walking over and giving Sarah a kiss on the cheek. “Didn’t think I’d be seein’ ya today, what a nice surprise.” Sarah smiles big at him, and puts an arm around his waist.

Harry finishes what he was doing and gets up to greet you.

“What do ya think? Perfect fit, hm?”

“Yes! You guys got everything set up pretty quick.”

“Here’s your key back.”

“Thanks.” You kiss him on the cheek.

“Harry mentioned you’re lookin’ at a place across the street from me. It would be so great, we could carpool!”

“That’s what I said!” You both laugh. “We’re looking at it next week, I’m so excited.”

“It’s a nice building. Friendly people live there, pet friendly too, so ya might see some small dogs.”

“Good to know.”

“Thanks again for ya help mate, couldn’t have gotten it all done without ya.”

“Anytime.” Niall looks at Sarah. “Wanna come back to my place to hang out for a bit? Gotta run some errands to pick up supplies for the party.”

“Sure babe! Rach, you wanna drive my car back to our place?”

“Mhm.” She smiles. “Works for me, so you’ll be gone for a bit? I can invite Lora over?”

“Knock yourself out.”

“Niall is there a theme to your party?” Rachel asks.

“Nope, I mean people tend to dress nice, but there’ll just be New Year’s decorations. Oh, Harry, I think Lou and Eleanor are comin’.”

“Really?” Harry asks excitedly.

“He’s gonna let me know day of.”

“Awesome.”

Niall, Sarah, and Rachel leave. Harry starts setting up his monitor on his desk, and sets aside everything else he needs.

“See, decluttering already. Got room for these boxes in the closet? Won’t make sense to-“

You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. He puts his hands on your hips and squeezes you. You detach, only for a moment to get some air.

“What was that for?”

“You just looked so hot with those tools in your hands earlier.”

“Oh, you liked that huh?”

“Yeah, I didn’t know you were so handy.”

“Me? Oh sure. I know how to use a hammer, power saw. You know I built Gem a dog house for her pup?”

“Really?”

“Mhm.”

“Impressive.” You get on your tip toes to kiss him again. “So, um, what do you feel like doing?” You ask, as you kiss his neck.

“I’d like to christen this place, really make it our own.”

“How would you like to do that?” You ask innocently, driving him wild.

“Let me fuck you on the island.”

“Harry!” You squeal as he lifts you up, and brings you over to put you down on the granite. “Won’t it feel cold?”

“Don’t think you’ll care much while we’re doin’ it.”

He sinks his teeth down into your neck, and you moan involuntarily. He nudges your leggings down your hips, you lift up for him to pull them down. You reach to undo his pants, and watch as they drop to the floor. His hand goes right for your center, playing with you and teasing you to get you nice and wet. He pushes your shirt aside so you can bite down onto your shoulder, and really suck the skin in. Releasing it with a popping noise, happy when he sees it turn purple.

“I’m starting to think that’s your favorite color.” You say looking over at the bruise.

“On you it is.”

His mouth collides with yours as two fingers plunge inside you. You gasp but he swallows it, and molds his tongue to yours. Your nails sink into his shoulders. His fingers curl up inside you, causing you to throw your head back and grind against him.

“Shit, Harry.” You groan. His thumb works magic on your clit. He feels you tighten around him, and smirks, loving the way your body reacts to him.

“Go ‘head baby, show me how come for me.” You look up at him and your mouth falls open as he pumps in and out faster. Your eyes screw shut as you release onto his fingers. He doesn’t fully take himself out until he feels you finish.

“Fuck.” You say as you catch your breath.

You tug at the hem of his shirt and he lifts it over his head. He lowers his boxers just enough to let his throbbing dick out. His hands move to your ass to scoot you closer to him. You grip him in your hands to guide him in. You both moan when he enters you. You were snug around him, but he loved it. He slowly pulls all the way out, and goes back in just as slow. He knows he still can’t just pound into you yet, not until you say it’s okay for him to do. So he continues with this slow pace, looking down and getting turned on from the way it looked as he entered you.

“Y’feel amazin’ angel.” He says into your neck. You loved when he called you angel, you weren’t sure why, but there was something so intimate about it.

“You’re so big Harry, feels so good.” You say panting.

You wrap your legs around him tightly as he continues to work in and out of you. His hand goes between the two of you to rub your clit. You arch your back, and find your mouth going for his neck. You sink your teeth in hard as his pace quickens.

“Fuck.” He grunts. “Keep…doin’ tha’.” You bite him harder and suck on his soft skin.

Months ago, he never would’ve imagined getting to this moment with you. Well, he imagined it, but there were times he truly had no idea when you’d get to this point. He loved nothing more than losing himself in you.

“Harry.” You moan his name into his air, causing goosebumps to raise on his skin.

He grips your hips to move you faster on him, your own hand slipping between the two of you to work your clit yourself. You had never done this in front of him before, but you were just so entranced.

“Jesus.” He says watching you.

“Wrong name, love.” You whisper in his ear.

He shoots you a glance as you smirk at him. He remembers saying the same thing to you one of the first times you made out. He kisses you deeply as you both continue to work together. He felt everything building in the base of his spine. You were feeling so good, between the way he was pushing up inside you, hitting that spot you love so much, and the way you were rubbing yourself…you were being sent to another place.

“Ugh, Harry, love the way you fuck me.” Your eyes roll into the back your head. He feels the vibration from your orgasm, and releases into you.

“Love fuckin’ you.” He says, working his way through his own high, filling you to the brim.

He gives a few more sloppy thrusts, and rests his forehead against yours. You’re both incredibly sweaty. He moves to pull out of you, but your heels on his butt keep him close.

“Wait a second.” You say, still trying to catch your breath. He smirks.

“Like feelin’ filled up at the much?” You roll your eyes at him.

“No, well, yes, but I just mean can you lift me off before you pull out. I don’t want to get your jizz all over the counter.”

“’Fraid some might already be on there.”

“Harry, please just do as I ask.”

He grabs you by your ass, a little too harshly, and lifts you up. He turns you both around and crouches so you can put your feet on the floor. You wiggle off of him and gasp when you feel the remnants of his orgasm drip out of you. You pinch your legs together as Harry pulls his boxers all the way back up.

“Could you, um, grab me a paper towel please?” He smiles and nods. “Thank you.”

You grab the paper towel from him as he cleans up the little residue that’s on the counter. You open your legs slightly and wipe up your legs. You toss it in the trash, and grab your leggings and underwear off the floor.

“M’just gonna go use the bathroom.” You kiss him on the cheek, and go clean yourself up further.

You come back out to see he still isn’t fully dressed. He had his eyebrows furrowed looking at the couch.

“What area did you wanna tackle next? It’s looking better in here since you unpacked your desk.”

“I was thinkin’ the sofa.”

“You don’t like where we put it?”

“No, I mean I think we should tackle the sofa next.” You raise an eyebrow at him, still unsure of what he was talking about. “I think we should fuck on the couch next.” You scoff at him. His mouth forms into a straight line.

“Oh, you’re serious? You wanna go again right now?” He simply nods yes. “Harry…” Your hand moves to your lower stomach.

“Too sore?” You give him a weak smile. “Maybe later then?”

“Sure, maybe in a few hours.”

“I’m not like…hurtin’ ya am I?”

“No! God no, I’m just still not quite used to your, um, size. Feels so good when we’re doing it though, promise.” You wrap your arms around him, and kiss him on the nose.

Harry puts the rest of his clothes back on, and the two of you shuffle more boxes around. Your place was looking more and more organized.

“Hey babe?” You ask just as he sits down.

“Yeah?”

“M’gonna go to the gym for a bit, okay?”

“Movin all m’shit around wasn’t workout enough?” He chuckles.

“Got my weight lifting in for sure, mostly just wanna go for a run.”

“Alright, maybe I’ll get some work done while you’re gone. What do you feel like doin’ for dinner tonight? We haven’t had a chance to go grocery shopping.”

“We could see what Niall and Sarah are up to, maybe they’d be up for grabbing a bite later.”

“Okay, I’ll text him.” He gets up to give you a kiss. “Have fun.” He smiles.

You run two miles at the gym. The same woman who spoke to you about your neck was there, and was giving you a look. You rolled your eyes at her. You could make out the few bites Harry left behind on your shoulders and neck. You honestly didn’t care what other people thought.

You come back home an hour or so later to see Harry sitting at his desk. Pictures all over his screen, headphones in his ears. You enjoyed watching him work, he was so skilled.

“I’m home!” He takes an earbud out and turns around to look at you. He smiles. “Just gonna go shower quick. Did you hear from Niall?”

“Yup, said they can meet us around seven if that works for you.”

“Works great.” You go into the bathroom, and Harry turns back around to what he was working on.

Your shower is quick. You put your robe on not wanting to put your evening clothes on just yet. You had a couple of hours before you’d need to meet your friends. You plop down on the couch. Harry saves what he’s working on and joins you. He pulls your legs onto his lap and mindlessly rubs your calves while you watch TV. You wince as his thumb indents into a particular spot.

“Sore from runnin’, love?”

“A little. Feels good though, don’t stop.” He continues to massage your legs.

This was it, pure domestic bliss. All of the things you used to think about just a couple of months ago. You were so happy that this was your true reality now. You felt slightly guilty for not telling your family about moving in with Harry. What did they care? As long as you were happy, nothing else should really matter. You take your phone out, and decide to call the one family member you knew would be happy for you no matter what.

“I’m gonna call my Nannie quick, wanna tell her about all this.” You smile.

“She won’t tell your mum?”

“Not if I ask her not to.” You dial the number and get her on the fourth ring. “Hi Nannie!” Your face lights up with excitement. Harry smiles at light beaming from you.

“Hi baby, how was your trip?”

“Oh it was wonderful. Harry’s family was so nice. And we went sightseeing around London.”

“What did you get you for Christmas?”

“A beautiful pair of earrings.” You giggle. “I got him a watch.”

“Oh good. When did you get back?”

“The other day. Flights were good, we flew first class!”

“No kidding!”

“Harry surprised me.”

“He’s a good one that’s for sure.”

“We…um, well, we moved in together this past weekend.”

“Oh! Oh, how exciting!!” Harry could hear through the phone, and he tries to stifle a giggle. “Did he move in with you?”

“Yup!”

“Is it big enough for the both of you?”

“For now…we plan to get a bigger place soon, but we both thought it was silly to keep our separate places until then. Save us both some money to move in now.”

“Smart girl.”

“We’re looking at a place next week, right across the street from Niall.”

“Oh how wonderful. You two could carpool!”

“Exactly!”

“Honey, I’m so happy for you. It’s nice hear you sound so happy.”

“Thanks Nannie.”

“Does your mother know?”

“Nope, only our close friends know. We’ve only been together not even five months…”

“Moved in with your papa after three months. If your mother or your siblings, hell even your dad, make you feel bad or take this excitement away from you, tell them I’ll be right on their asses.” You giggle.

“I will, thanks for the backup. We were thinking of waiting to tell them until we actually found a place to move into.”

“When do your classes start?”

“End of January.”

“That’s wonderful sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.” You smile big at her kind words. “Listen honey, I have some friends coming over, so I need to go. But I’m so glad you told me, and I won’t say a thing to anyone, alright?”

“Okay.”

“I love you my darling girl.”

“Love you too Nannie, bye.” You hang up and sigh happily. “She’s the best.”

“She seemed really happy for us.”

“She is!” You tackle him down on the couch and kiss all over his face. “Knew she would be.” He wraps his arms around your back and pulls you close to him.

“You know…” He kisses you. “It’s been a few hours, how’s that beautiful pu-“ You cover his mouth.

“Please, I hate that word.”

“What? Pussy?” He laughs as you swat at him. “Why?”

“I don’t know, I just don’t like it in context of my own.”

“What you prefer I call it? A cunt? Would you prefer that, hm? Cause I have no problem with the word cunt.” You laugh.

“When we were in London, I swear everyone at the night club kept saying cunt.”

“It’s a very popular word over there.” You giggle.

“Honestly, cunt makes me cringe less than pussy.”

“Alright, cunt it is.” You both laugh. “But really, think you’re feelin’ up to fuckin’ on this sofa?” You look at your watch.

“I don’t know if I wanna be all flustered at dinner.”

“You’ll be flustered if we don’t. I’ll just do things to make you miserable, and then you’ll be beggin’ me t’take ya into the bathroom at the restaurant, or in the car in the parking lot.”

“You’d make me miserable?” You pout.

“Yup.”

“Mean.”

“You can save yourself all that now.” A devious grin grows on your face.

You end up fucking Harry on the couch. You bounced up and down on his hard dick while he looked up at you with amazement. Nothing turned him on more than seeing how much pleasure you were getting from him, only him. You both were late to the restaurant. By the time you finished fucking, you only like ten minutes to throw a dress and some makeup on. Barely any time to fix your hair up. Harry of course looked fine, and not totally fucked out.

“Where are we going again?” You ask, smoothing out some flyaways.

“This bar and grill. Niall and I have been a few times, lots of good food. You’ll like it baby.” He grips your thigh in his large hand. “Y’look so pretty.” You were wearing a simple green dress, nothing too fancy.

“There you are!” Niall says. “Y/N you haven’t been late for a thing since I’ve known ya. What this guy do huh?” You blush immediately. If you and Niall were alone, you would’ve joked around and said me, but you felt it was best not to talk about sex at the moment.

“Got sidetracked mate, lot of unpackin’ you know.” Harry snakes his arm around you.

“Our table’s ready.” Sarah smiles. She looks cute. She was wearing a patterned skirt and a blouse.

The four of you are seated. The seater takes your drink orders. You take your jacket off, and drape it on the back of your chair.

“That’s a cute dress, Y/N.”

“Thanks! On sale at Macy’s a few months ago.”

“Good find. I always end up loving the stuff that’s not on sale there, so annoying.”

Niall furrows his brows at Harry’s neck, then looks over quickly at you, who was smart enough to have worn a scarf to cover any and all markings. Niall looks back at Harry, who shrugs at him and sends a wink his way, completely reading each other’s minds.

“This was such a good idea, I’m starving.” You say. You look over at Harry who’s biting his inner cheek, trying not to laugh. Niall is doing the same thing. “Are you two gonna be okay?” Sarah looks at the both of them.

“Care to share with the class?” Sarah asks.

“S’nothin’, just thought of somethin’ funny…from the last time we came here.” Niall says. As you continue to look at Harry, your eyes grow wide. You left a pretty decent bruise on his neck. You weren’t sure how you missed it before leaving.

“You two are such children.” You roll your eyes.

“What?” They both start cracking up.

“What am I missing here?”

“Niall and Harry are giggling over the hickey I left on Harry’s neck. Idiots, the both of you.” Sarah squints and sees it. She starts laughing.

“Damn! That’s a good one. Do you have any, Y/N? Been noticing you wearing scarves a lot more lately.” She giggles.

“I have a few, yeah. But I’m not taking this off in here. I get enough looks at the gym as it is.”

“Nice to know you two are enjoying livin’ together so much.” Niall says.

A waiter comes over with everyone’s drinks, and leaves you all to look over the menu. Harry places his hand on your knee. You were thankful that was a table cloth on the table, and that you were sitting in a booth.

The waiter comes back, and you all put your orders in. You decided on a veggie burger, Harry opted for soup and salad, Niall got some turkey tips, and Sarah also got a salad with shrimp on it.

Harry keeps his hand on your knee, and trails it up to your thigh. You don’t think much of it until his hand trails up under your dress. You had nylons on, so it’s not like there was much he could do. If you had been sitting at a table with chairs, it would be obvious where his hand was, but being in a booth, you both were sitting right butted up to each other, and close to the table. He was trying to tease, you weren’t sure why because you gave him what he wanted earlier, what you both wanted.

You decide to play his game, and rest your hand on his inner thigh. You were both acting inappropriately, but neither Sarah nor Niall seemed to notice. You were all having a fun, and pleasant conversation. Your hand slips completely between his legs, and you cup his balls. He squeezes his legs together and makes a coughing noise. He grabs your hand and laces his fingers with yours.

The waiter brings all of your food over. You bite into your veggie burger, and moan quietly at how good it tastes. Harry watches you lick your lips, then dab the corners of your mouth with your napkin.

“Want a fry babe, they’re sweet potato.” You smile at him. Niall smiles as he bites into his food. He had never heard someone call Harry babe before. He loved that he knew his best friend was being taken care of by such a wonderful person.

“Sure, thanks.” You hold up a fry for him to take, but he bites it from your fingers, nipping the pad of your thumb in the process. You swat at him.

“Don’t be gross, we’re not alone.” Your cheeks flush.

“You two seriously are so cute.” Sarah beams while biting into her salad.

“He’s not being cute, he’s being gross on purpose.”

“No, gross would’ve been if he decided to suck your entire finger into his mouth.” Niall says. Him and Harry laugh.

“The two of you share one nasty brain.” You say rolling your eyes.

“Harry, I love your nails by the way.” Sarah says. Harry had panted them silver and blue when Hanukkah started as a cute surprise for you.

“Oh thanks.” He smiles at her.

“I like that you do them on every other nail like that, it’s so cool.” She looks down at Niall’s hands. “How come you don’t paint yours?” He shrugs.

“Just not m’thing.” He takes a sip of his drink. “Louis doesn’t wear polish either, just Harry’s thing.”

The night goes on and you square the up the checks.

“You two wanna come back to my place? Drink a little more? We could play a game or something.”

“Oo, do you still have just dance?” You ask.

“Yeah!” You look over at Harry. He wanted to take you home and fuck you again.

“Sure, we could do that.”

You were excited to go have more drinks and just hang out with your friends. The night was still young.

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Hey bro, I hope you're doing well🥺💖 if your hcs are open, could you do hcs with bucci gang and a s/o getting catcalled/street harassed (only if this is not a trigger for you obviously)? I am upset 🙂🙂🙂...ANYWAy I love you sOoo much Morgane

This is extremely late my apologies but dw I don’t mind writing for sensitive topics such as this one!!! Behavior like this absolutely enrages me and you have all the rights to be upset because it’s fuckin vile. It goes without saying but tw harassment yadda yadda.

Bruno:

- He’s usually freakishly good at masking his true feelings and overall keeping his calm under pressure, but if he were to actually witness you getting catcalled he’s going to go lowkey sicko mode. His motherly/protective instincts kick in and he’s instantly death glaring the person who dared wrong you like that right on his weary watch. Honestly he’d feel like throwing a fit even if it didn’t happen before his very eyes. No, he’d be EVEN more enraged if you’d just come home one day and tell him that since he wasn’t there to intervene.

- At this point he doesn’t even have to do much, all that it takes is for Bruno to shoot said person a quick murderous glare then tell them to beat it and they’ll instantly fuck off not even 2 seconds later. After they are out of scene, he flips back to his usual calm and polite self (the d u a l i t y of man) as he proceeds to check up on you by asking if that asshole’s words managed to get to you. Hell, this man is going to be comforting you for hours and wouldn’t let go of you unless you were absolutely certain you were feeling at least just a little better.

- No matter your response, Bruno is going to pull you into his arms and firmly let you know that he’ll never let anyone hurt you. As long as he lives and he’s by your side he’s going to fight whoever dares to bother you, you have his absolute word for it. Normally he’d at first try solving the issue through diplomatic means but there’s just something about catcalling that utterly enrages him and makes him lose control for a few seconds, let alone if it’s his partner we’re talking about. Tl;dr: dont fucking make the mistake of wronging his s/o, he’ll fucking end you.

Giorno:

- Just like Bruno, but 3 times more menacing if that’s even possible. If Bruno managed to hold himself back just a bit and didn’t let his anger COMPLETELY consume him in that moment, our dear aries right here is quite the opposite. Sure it’s not like he’s going to throw said person into a death loop of despair (although that’s the first thing that would cross his mind), but in that second Gio wouldn’t really be able to mask his emotions like he usually does.

- If it happened before his eyes, that person is as good as dead. He merely steps in between you two, hooks an arm around your waist and “kindly” asks said person to repeat themselves since he’s not sure whether he heard them correctly or not the first time. At this point the person in question would already be getting lowkey uneasy since Gio’s aura and overall presence would be goddamn menacing, and so they’d be beating it in due time after he throws them a cold glare and tells them to never speak to you in this way ever again.

- Akin to Bruno, he’d revert back to his usual calm self right after that asshole leaves then ever so gently he’d check up on you and tell you that you should ignore their dirty, meaningless words and that he’ll be there to protect you always. That day Gio would try his best at keeping you preoccupied and cheering you up since he wouldn’t want you to think of this experience again. He’d put on an unbothered mask for you but deep down he’d still be fuming at the thought of another person just...insulting someone like that. Not only a random someone, but HIS beloved.

Abbacchio:

- Straight up shoves his fist in front of their face, I ain’t even joking. The second he hears them whistling and saying some dumb dirty shit he’s instantly walking over to them whilst seeing fucking red and asking if they have a problem with HIS partner. As said person would desperately try explaining themselves, Abbacchio would merely scowl then threaten to beat the fuck out of them if they don’t fuck outta here in the next 3 seconds.

- He’d be highkey scary threatening that person like that but would then try calming himself down in order to be able to actually think rationally again and check up on you. By the time he’d walk over you and grab your shoulders whilst asking if you’re alright, poor Abba would still be breathing heavily, his cheeks tinted red from the previous intense anger episode. He’d immediately escort you away from the place where the harassment happened as he’d keep reassuring you that you’re safe now with him here.

- That day Abba would keep replaying that episode inside his head over and over because he simply cannot understand how someone could just speak to a stranger in such a horrible way, and the thought of you getting insulted like that is enough to send him into a fit of anger, let alone if you were actually touched by said person. He’s absolutely ready to square up for you 25/8 and, although he’s not the best with words, he’s going to make sure that you’re feeling better and would keep cuddling and comforting you for as long as you need in an attempt to make you forget about the incident.

Mista:

- Makes a damn scene and rightfully so. He’s already a very touchy guy even in public, so the fact that the person in question clearly saw the both of you together and STILL decided to hit on you absolutely enrages him. Hell, even if you were alone what do they think gives them the right to talk to someone else like that??? Mista cannot wrap his head around it and at this point he doesn’t even try to anymore, he’s full on f u m i n g. He already took on some fuckers that were harassing a poor woman in the past and will gladly do it again for his partner.

- Whether he was there when it happened or not, you bet your ass that Mista is going to go on a rant and insult that person’s entire bloodline, mostly using italian curse words of course. He’d hate himself for not being there to properly protect you if it happened when you were alone, but if we’re talking about him actually WITNESSING that scene then it’s game fucking o v e r. Mista would just go like “O I” then waltz towards that rude ass with his fist clenched and brows tightly knitted together in sheer anger. He’d be screaming his ass off at that person telling them to never get near you again, calling them out on their bs right in front of everyone else on the damn street.

- He wouldn’t be afraid to legit fight them whilst everyone was watching either so you’d most likely have to drag his ass away from there or else he’d end up fucking killing them or something. Mista would need some time to come down from his rage episode but when he does he’s going to be apologizing over and over for his outburst, quite literally crushing you into his arms afterwards and trying not to fucking cry whilst telling you how much he loves you and how he’s going to beat up anyone else that tries wronging you like that again. Expect him to be EVEN more clingy than usual for the next few hours as well since he can get v e r y protective over you.

Fugo:

- As expected, probably the one that erupts the worst. If you thought Mista and Abbacchio threw a scene honey you ain’t seen s h i t. The second he hears that person call out to you in an insulting way he’s violently whipping his head around towards them, his jaw clenched and hands trembling with anger. In that second said person knows they F U C K E D U P because Fugo starts screaming his ass off and calling them all sorts of colorful insults.

- Just like in Mista’s case you’d have to hold him down or else he can and WILL kill them. Fugo has absolutely 0 patience and regard for people that do this also because of personal reasons, so it would almost be ptsd inducing for the poor man. Not only would he be utterly enraged with such behavior directed at a total stranger (who also happened to be his beloved mind you), but it would also remind him of some past experiences he wished he could forget.

- Afterwards Fugo will be unusually clingy and significantly more open with his feelings, telling you over and over how he’ll stop at nothing to protect you and constantly expressing his love for you through gentle touches and soft words. He’s normally extremely shy when it comes to showing affection, but after this he’d feel an overwhelming need to be there for you and comfort you through your distress, swearing that he’ll protect you no matter what and that you shouldn’t care for such heinous comments coming from an uneducated rude ass.

Narancia:

- At first is flabbergasted and tries to process what that person just said. Did he hear that right?? Are they really serious?? Did they really just dare to mess with Y O U???? That’s it, Narancia is angrily stomping towards the scene, throwing an arm around your shoulders whilst straight up bullying your harasser for their disgusting behavior. Now if said person tries mocking him that would be their last mistake because Narancia can and WILL throw goddamn fists regardless of who’s watching.

- He’ll tell off anyone that bothered you then smother you in hugs and spoil you with anything you wanted in an attempt to cheer you up. He’s also a surprisingly good listener so you can pretty much pour your heart out at him for he will sit through it all then proceed to comfort and hug you plenty. He may be smol but Narancia has no fear of fighting for his close ones, so he’ll let you know that whenever someone else starts bs you should immediately call him.

- He doesn’t like dwelling in the negative feelings and will instruct you on doing the same. Basically, he’ll try getting your mind off of things to the best of his abilities and is going to constantly be encouraging and reassuring you. Narancia is pretty much a walking serotonin machine who will be your emotional support human as well as your “bodyguard” because he really likes to pride himself in protecting and keeping you safe.

#JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #Jojo no Kimyou na Bouken #Vento Aureo #bucci gang #jojo headcanons #headcanons #anon #tw

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souridealist · 3 years

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....I might advise subscribing to my ao3 if you want fic updates because I am, it appears, quite bad at this. There’ll be a post for the other, non-BNHA fic that I also forgot to crosspost in a little bit. Link goes to all of them, for you to select as you please, and hopefully not get utterly swallowed by the tumblr algorithm.

In order of me forgetting to crosspost them:

answer the question Bakugo/Midoriya/Shinso/Uraraka. 24k, E, consensual underage-by-American-standards sex. Polyamory negotiations (not a perfect square but everyone is happy), consensual mind control, light class 1A shenanigans, no plot.

Not only did some fucking jackass suggest Truth or Dare, but goddamn Kaminari looks over at the newest addition to the class and says, “Oh, shit, Shinso, we could use your quirk too, right?”

“Huh?” say about six people at once in ragged chorus.

“Yeah!” Kaminari says. “Didn’t you say you’d figured out how to make people talk while you Brainwash them? You could totally do that.”

grabbed it by its scrawny neck and made it work for you Gen, 2.5k, T. Midoriya character study ft. Uraraka, Eri, Aizawa, and Bakugo’s impact in absentia. Three canon divergence vignettes where Midoriya does not become the bearer of One for All, and ends up part of the hero world anyway.

“Hey, you’re Eraserhead and Eri, right?” The man who greets them at his office door has a white coat over a T-shirt and jeans, and three pencils and a pen stuck through his curly green ponytail. “It’s great to meet you, come in.”

“Just Mr. Aizawa,” Aizawa says, accepting the offered hand. “I’m not here as a hero.”

“Just a father, right,” the young man says. Aizawa’s expression softens infinitesimally; Eri’s shoulders untense a bit. “Mr. Aizawa, then. Well, um, it’s an honor either way, I really admire your work.” He shakes Eri’s hand too. “And I’m excited to meet you too, Eri. I’m Dr. Midoriya. Do you want to sit?”

“Aren’t you a little young to be a doctor?” Aizawa asks, raising his eyebrows. Eri glances up at him — not far up, she’s tall for a teenage girl — and then away.

“A little, yeah,” Dr. Midoriya admits, sheepish more than anything else. “I got kind of obsessive about my thesis, I guess.”

who gets the best of you? Midoriya & Bakugo, Midoriya & Toga. Gen...ish, 3k, not rated. Kind of an unofficial companion fic to the above; another quirkless Midoriya canon divergence, much closer in time to the canon.

“Stain is a killer and I hope he gets arrested. But he can be a bad person and still make some really good points. Anti-quirkless discrimination is a real problem — I’m quirkless, actually, I’ve been dealing with it my whole life.” The boy on the screen twitches a little when he says it, in the way that people do when they’re trying to pretend that they’re not using all their courage. “It’s also really bad for people with unsettling or hard-to-classify quirks. Especially with quirks where it’s hard to define use, or that have side effects that don’t wear off. But what I’ve been thinking about lately is that, um…” He takes a deep breath. “I don’t think the hero system is always very good for heroes, either.”

A Partial List of Things Class 1-A Thinks Aizawa Doesn’t Know About Gen with minor relationships, 600 word listfic. Thirty things that Aizawa most definitely knows about.

1. Yaoyorozu has figured out how to synthesize moonshine. 2. Ashido snuck Eri a bag of candy almost as big as Eri is, which Eri hid in the back of her closet for a week before eating herself sick. 3. Todoroki ruined a communal frying pan by trying to cook with his quirk while the stove was in use.

in the dark that nourishes Midoriya/Bakugo, 1.2k, G, unabashed fluff with a slight meditation on chronic pain.

Kacchan, a featureless lump on the bed, makes a snuffly inquisitive grumble-noise. “Took you long enough.”

Izuku ducks his head, smiling into the dark. “Were you waiting for me?” he asks. They haven’t really talked about how they keep ending up in each other’s rooms at night, not yet. They’re still learning how to give voice to things. Something else Izuku’s learned how to do by trying it under live fire first.

“Course I was, c’mere.” Kacchan’s grumpiness hasn’t fooled Izuku in months, but when Kacchan’s half-asleep like this the pretense becomes paper-thin. He sticks one hand out of his covers and gestures at Izuku, as if he can grab him and pull him closer. Izuku checks the door again and then heads over, tugging at the blankets until he can burrow underneath. Kacchan growls blearily at him: “Cold.”

expats from last year M, 3.8k, accidental voyeurism, consensual under-18 sex. Midoriya/Bakugo from the perspective of two of Bakugo’s middle school friends, who run into them during their second year at UA and have kind of a weird afternoon.

Sugimoto tracks down Bakugo sitting on the edge of Midoriya’s table, so, yeah, Midoriya’s still the same weird little pest. While Sugimoto and Maeda are shouldering their way through the crowd, Bakugo grabs Midoriya’s smoothie and takes a long, blatant pull. Sugimoto muffles a snort; Midoriya didn’t even try to stop him.

“Hey, Bakugo!” Sugimoto calls, waving. Bakugo’s head jerks up.

“What?” he snaps. Yeah, same as ever.

“Hey, man,” Maeda echoes. “Hey, Midoriya.”

“Hi, guys!” Midoriya says, smiling dopily up at them. “Sugimoto and Maeda, right? It’s been a while.”

“Sure has,” Sugimoto says, and looks back to Bakugo. “What’re you up to lately, man? Got UA terrorized?”

naked in your body and your thought E, 13k, dubcon by way of mutual involuntary sex pollen, under-18 sex, manga spoilers. It’s as much truth serum fic as sex pollen fic, with a side order of trapped-in-a-shipping-crate-together. As one does.

“This,” she says, still with her fingers down Kacchan’s throat, “is my quirk. Unleash.” Her smile, already cruel, grows sharper. “I can secrete a powerful disinhibitor. This should be a pretty effective dose.”

“What do you think is going to happen?” Izuku asks. His voice is steady and not quite his.

“If I leave you in here with a hopped-up crazy?” she asks, and pulls something out of her pocket. Izuku squints. It’s a cheap stick-to-the-wall camera, everything disposable except the digital chip. A toy, pretty much. People use them for selfies, or give them to little kids to play with. She slams it onto the steel wall, high up by the ceiling. “I think I’ll get some nice footage of one UA student killing another, is what I think.”

#bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #bkdk #dkbk #midoriya izuku #bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #shinso hitoshi #shinsou hitoshi #aizawa shouta #toga himiko #uraraka ochako #feel like there's not a ship tag for the ot4 that anyone is checking #fanfic #bnha fanfic #I don't know what the tag system is I have never been in a loop in my life #long post

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gustafsnightangel · 4 years

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Shattered Lives Ch 16 Pt 1

He’d snuck out of Sildie’s apartment early. He didn’t want to but he needed to work the bag and meditate, clear his mind so he could enjoy their time together. He left a simple note for her so she wouldn’t worry.

She woke to an empty bed and frowned. It wasn’t like Gustaf to be out of bed before her. As she sat up the note crinkled under her hand.

It’s been a few days I had to hit the gym. See you in a little bit love, I can’t wait to see those moves.

She smiled and rested her head against the headboard. It was so normal, and sweet. Could their lives be normal she wondered. Lily brought her back to reality with a dad dad and made her smile even though she choked up.

“You got mum mum for a bit little miss.” She soothed. “Dad dads at the gym.” She said and had the lovely vision of Gustaf all sweaty lifting weights or punching a bag. Watching those muscles ripple and strain as he honed them. Imagining him fucking her on the gym floor. “Lord!” She breathed out. “The man makes me wet just thinking about him.” She changed Lily and dressed her for the day smiling and giggling with the tiny girl. Picking her up she snuggled Lily in.

One handed she collected her lingerie and tossed them into a bag along with her silk robe. She grabbed the red soled six inch heels from the bottom of the closet and smirked. There was something about those fuck me heels that made her wet. Gustaf was going to lose his fucking mind when he saw her.

She got the kids ready for the day fed and fielded questions as to where Gustaf was. They needed to be reminded that he had a life outside of the five of them. She called Alice and asked if she could be over thirty minutes earlier which wasn’t a problem, the woman was amazing. This would give her enough time to change before he got home from errands.

He felt like shit for leaving her bed without waking her but he needed to go a round or two with the bag. He was full of doubt and anger at himself. The self loathing and anxiety had flooded into him and pulled him under.

“How fucking hard is it to tell her you love her?” He roared at the bag as he pounded his fists into it. “How fucking hard?”

He thought of Ana. How she’d manipulate him, the mind games, the emotional blackmail. The nights she’d leave him emotionally exhausted, a husk of his former self. She’d sucked his soul out. “Why did you have to destroy me you fucking bitch. Why did I deserve that? I gave you EVERYTHING.” He screamed.

He collapsed to his knees and held the bag as the sobs came. He’d been hammering the bag for over an hour now and his muscles were screaming at him.

“I gave you everything I am.” He wept. “I’m so sorry Sildie, I’m no fucking good for you.” Leaning his head against the bag he let it pour from him. “How could you love someone like me? You don’t deserve my demons.” He purged it all as he took the gloves off and peeled the wrappings from his hands.

He sat until the anger subsided and felt some semblance of calm before taking a shower. In jeans and a sweater he sat sipping tea while he watched the sun come up thinking Sildie would be up by now and would have found his note.

He hadn’t lied, he had gone to the gym, his home gym. He wanted to be the man she deserved and he knew he had a lot of work to do. Calming his mind further he sat for meditation and let the emotions of the last week bubble up. He dealt with them head on, not comfortable or willing to let them fester any longer.

“Be the man she needs you to be, yourself.” He repeated softly. “You are more than enough.” He said and opened his eyes at reciting words Sildie had said to him more than once. “For me.” He added. She’d said it over and over and he knew deep down she meant every word.

He sucked in a deep breath and blew it out. Once he’d gone through his nine breaths he was considerably calmer. He sat for another tea and closed off his mind to that part of his life. The demons were dealt with for today and he had to shut them away before she came around.

By the time he was stepping out the door at nine thirty he felt lighter and more himself. He’d try again today, try for those three little words she deserved to hear him speak.

She heard his keys in the door and waited in his bedroom with a grin. She’d only just made it in before him so she had enough time to slip into the corset and suspenders she’d worn for the last picture she’d sent him and drape her body over the bed. She closed her eyes and waited until he found her, the anticipation already making her wet.

I left something in your room to play with until I can get there.

Her text chimed his phone and he looked at it as he set his messenger bag on the counter. Intrigued he left his phone and keys on the bag and went to find what she’d left for him.

He was planning to go another round with the bag before Sildie got here, that was until he opened the bedroom door and saw the erotic sight before him. Sildie was laying on her back, legs resting up the headboard, in the same black corset, g string, lace top stockings, and heels as the last photo she’d sent him. His throat went dry and swallowed hard, damn she was sexy as fuck.

“Something to play with indeed.” He growled and saw that smirk tug her lips as she turned her head to look at him.

Those eyes he thought, how he’d missed those eyes and how she looked at him.

“You’re going to have to wait.” He said softly and saw her body ripple at his voice.

“Not even a kiss?” She asked sweetly knowing he would play her game.

“Not even.” He could play the game and she was about to learn he played it well, played it hard, and played it long.

“What time do you have to be back for the kids tomorrow?” He asked stripping slowly, her eyes watching his every move intently.

“At five so we can have dinner and get ready for school Monday.” She said and toyed with her hair. Damn he was fine to look at she thought, all muscle and height, and all hers.

“Do you work Monday?” He grinned playfully as he let his briefs fall to the floor.

“Yes.” She nearly moaned at his hardening cock knowing she’d have him inside her soon.

He knelt at the edge of the bed and let her fingers reach out to caress his scruff.

“Happy birthday love.” She said softly, the genuine sentiment punching him in the gut.

“Thank you.” His fingers tangled into her hair that had cascaded over the sheets.

“You ready for your birthday present?” She prompted, resisting the overwhelming urge to touch him, kiss him. She knew this turned him on as much as it did her, the sensual game of seduction.

“Soon.” He was content drinking her in and making her wait just a little longer.

“You have such kind eyes love.” He said tenderly. “No anger, no judgement, no resentment, no bullshit. Just kind, sweet eyes.” He took her fingers in his and brought them to his mouth, kissing them lightly. The feel of them brushing over his lips was something that made his cock twitch. He loved the taste of her.

He looked into those eyes as they watched him.

“You’re beautiful Sildie.” He breathed, ice blue looked back.

“Only to you.” That sly smirk played at the corners of her mouth.

“Sexy as fuck when you dress like this, I might add.” He growled and bit her finger when she sucked that bottom lip in to capture it between her teeth.

“One day love. One. Fucking. Day.” That tone of a long held promise he’d make good on soon shooting to her heat.

He sucked on that finger and rolled his tongue over it, pulling it out slowly. Kissing her fingers again he stood up. He heard the moan as she saw him rise to his towering height, manhood already erect. He walked to the bathroom and grinned. She’d planned this out and he couldn’t wait to see what she was going to do.

“Good things come to those who wait.” He called from behind the closed door, her laugh was the only reply. How he loved that laugh.

She lay there still in the same position and let her thoughts drift. Did she tell him? Those three little words, did she just blurt them out? She wanted to say them, with all her heart, but she wouldn’t hurt him when he was still healing.

She saw the apprehension under it all, the pain from Ana that still lingered. One day she thought, one day she would see that pain gone. She flinched as his knuckles grazed down her arm, she hadn’t heard him finish in the bathroom.

“I love watching you when you’ve drifted off somewhere in your mind.” He murmured. “What were you thinking?”

“This and that.” Her smile playful. “Mainly how desperate I am to kiss you.”

“Desperate are we? How desperate?” His eyes twinkled.

“It may be detrimental to your health if you don’t, desperate.” She chuckled lightly and reached for him.

“Well that would ruin the day now wouldn’t it?” He took her hand and bent to kiss it. He liked playing with her.

“It would.” She whispered and he nipped her knuckle playfully.

“And what do you plan to do with me today now that you have me naked and all to yourself?” He asked softly, that grin spreading across his face as he climbed onto the bed. Fuck me he thought, she was a vision, his goddess in black lace and her sinful halo of copper.

“Have my way with you.” She kissed him and nipped his bottom lip as her hand drifted down his chest, fingers flexing over it.

“I like the sound of that.” He growled.

“Do you now?” Her grin was equally mischievous.

“I do.” He kissed her seductively. “I love seeing your moves.” He whispered as his hand wandered over lace and skin.

“Then roll over and let me have you.” She said turning his own words back on him.

She pushed a finger gently against his forehead as he went to kiss her again and his chuckle had her smiling.

“Lay back.” She breathed before kissing him in that way he craved.

He did as she asked, moving to lay with his head resting on the pillows, legs stretched out. She rolled off the bed and he laughed when she left him there to go to the bathroom.

“Good things come to those who wait.” Echoing his words from moments ago.

“Such a tease.” He called out, letting let his eyes close, he was slightly drained from the morning workout but so happy, to be home, to be with her, to have this week done with, to help her heal.

He drifted while he waited and only opened his eyes again as he felt her climb onto the bed. Opening his eyes he let out a groan. She was a sight on all fours prowling toward him like she did in the photo, lethal jungle cat. His eyes feasted on every part of her as she moved to him.

“You have no idea how incredibly fucking erotic that is.” He murmured as she stopped just shy of kissing him, those lips smiling a breath away from his. “Watching you crawl to me like that.” Her fingers rested on his wrists pinning them beside him gently, as his eyes roamed hers. Damn she was fucking gorgeous.

“I’ve wanted to do this for you for a while now.” She whispered as her lips ghosted his.

“You’re too good for me Sildie. You deserve so much more than I am.” He looked at her, it was the truth. She deserved someone better than he was, someone without his demons.

“I don’t want more Gustaf, I want you. I’ve always wanted you.” Her kiss took him under, that seductive touch that melted his brain. “Let me have you.” She whispered and started to kiss a trail down his throat, her teeth grazing sensitive skin.

“You have me love, all of me.” He sighed out as her tongue tasted the dip at his collarbone.

He relaxed back and let her clever mouth arouse and seduce him, fingers just as busy. As he watched her travel south he felt that surge of love for her bubble up, that love for her that threatened to spill out before she was ready for it.

When she had kissed down to his navel she stopped and climbed off the bed. She stood at his feet and nudged them apart with her hands for her to crawl between them. Her hands caressed his thighs and he groaned as she sat on her heels and lowered her mouth to his hardening member. Looking down his body was a sight, the sweep of her spine, the curve of her ass, her mouth poised to take him in, those firm ripe breasts contained by the corset wanting to spill out.

Her hot breath on his cock was maddening. He wasn’t fully erect yet but he would be soon, especially as her fingers continued to inch closer to his manhood. He choked a breath as the tip of her tongue licked him from balls to tip before she wrapped her lips around his mushroom tip and gently sucked.

She sucked and pulled off him with a pop as she kept moving forward so his cock was cocooned by her cleavage. She playfully bit his abdomen with just enough teeth to hear the hiss, feel him flinch. Once she started she wasn’t going to stop until he’d come in her mouth, she wanted to taste him.

She teased him relentlessly, kissing and touching him everywhere except his cock, it was maddening. One lone finger traveled up and down his torso, feeling every dip and curve of muscle. It trailed dangerously close to his shaft and then away again and he let out a struggling groan.

With a sly grin that finger traced a line up one inner thigh and down the other until he was breathing hard. Fingers gently caressed his package as she took him into her mouth.

“Sildie.” He groaned and she felt him tense with the sensation, it was his turn to fist his hands in the sheets, his turn to lay there and take what she gave.

Her mouth felt incredible around him, slow and seductive, tongue swirling, lips sucking, her fingers playing with his package only made him harder. As she continued he looked down at her.

His goddess at his feet pleasuring him, head now bobbing up and down in a slow steady rhythm as she took him to the back of her throat. That halo of copper fanned out beside her whispering against his skin. Could she be any more beautiful, sexy, erotic?

Groaning, he gently fisted his hand in her hair as her mouth devoured him, urging her to take him, take what she wanted.

She could sense he was losing control as the fist in her hair tightened, the slight thrust of his hips met her strokes, her name on his lips as she went down on him. Her hand stroked his base as her mouth destroyed him, long smooth strokes that had him on the edge.

His legs shifted, feet trying to find purchase as his fingers tangled in her hair tight, hips thrusting with more urgency. He had to fuck that beautiful mouth.

“Sildie.” His growl was a strangled warning as she continued. She stayed the course, content on him coming in her mouth. With a groan that rumbled deep from his chest he gripped her hair tightly and thrust hard while he came. She took all of him, everything he gave her.

She released his softening member and let it nestle in her cleavage as she kissed his abs and belly. With his hand still tangled in her hair he guided her up his body to crush his mouth to hers, tongue teasing.

“You’re too good to me.” He murmured as she stared down at him. His fingers toyed with her hair now instead of gripping it.

“No more than you are to me love.” She she smiled, and his hands splayed out over her back holding her to him as she rolled off to lay in his arms. The feel of her against him made him sigh.

“Happy birthday and welcome home.” She said softly as a finger stroked his jaw. “You would have had today sooner had Lily not torpedoed my plans.” She laughed.

“I think the timings perfect.” He tangled his fingers in her hair and kissed her tenderly. “So back to the normal work week next week?”

“Yeah, me to work, kids at school. The time off is nice but we have to get back to our routine. It’s stabilizes us I think. What about you?”

“Reading, lots of reading. I have seven new scripts to get through to see if I want to audition for them.”

“Busy times.”

“It is, thats why days like yesterday and today are so important. Time to reconnect.” He kissed her lovingly and she deepened it.

“How do you want to do this week? Do you want me to stay over every night or a few nights here and there?” He asked hoping she’d say every night but knowing he’d be sleeping alone at some point.

“I’d like you to stay as much as you can, but I know you have your life to live too. We have to be smart about this. Too much too soon for the boys might shoot us in the foot.” Damn she wished he could stay every night. The thought of sleeping alone without him to curl into was daunting. And when, miss, did you get so fuck needy, she growled at herself?

He nodded slightly. “Can’t say I like that idea but you’re right.”

“I don’t like it either but I have to think long term and how it affects them. Maybe come over for dinner or when we get home and then play it day by day? If they’re ok with you staying then stay but if it’s a rougher day maybe go home?” She looked at him, she was winging it here, she had no clue how to handle this or integrate him into their lives fully. “I’m winging it Gustaf I have no clue how this is going to pan out and it scares the crap out of me.”

His slight smile and chuckle eased her mind. “I feel the same way love. I’m so not equipped to do this anymore than you are but we’ll work it out. Together remember.”

She blew a breath out and kissed him. That slow burn of a kiss that melted his brain and any thoughts he had floating around in it.

“Illegal.” He quipped and her peal of laughter echoed around the room.

“Still gonna do it. It’s ok.” She purred. “I know a good lawyer.” His laugh lifted her heart, that gorgeous laughter of a carefree loving man.

“So do I and she’s in a rather remarkable outfit right now.” He said dipping a finger into her cleavage, toying with the idea of whether to take it off or leave it on her. “I’m loving this.” He murmured, as his finger trailed the skin at the lace border.

“I thought you might.” She almost moaned as that one finger started to undo her. Damn she loved that touch.

“I had dreams of fucking you in this.” He growled and kissed her roughly, his control slipping momentarily.

“Did you?” Her grin turned into a full playful smile as her fingers brushed that scruff she’d adored.

“Dreams fueled by those stunning photos of you in various poses I’d like to fuck you in too.” He claimed her mouth and let his finger graze a nipple as it slipped under the lace.

“Well who am I to deny you your dreams?” Her voice was sultry as her own vision of today started to become reality. She’d chosen this outfit in the hopes he’d take her in it, the man had that effect on her.

“You are my dreams love.” He growled and rolled so she was suddenly under him.

“Those photos took my breath away Sildie. And gave me a raging hard on once or twice.” He grinned and nipped her throat, her gasp making that grin widen.

“You like them?” Her smile was playful but held a certain shyness he found incredibly arousing.

“Are you kidding? I fucking love them.” He kissed her so her toes curled. “They kept me going, you kept me going.”

“I’ll always be here for you love.” She breathed as he bit down gently on her shoulder, his tongue trailing her collarbone. “Always.”

His lips sucked gently on the swell of her cleavage. The corset had pushed it up and given him that tender flesh to feast on.

“So what now lovely lady?” He murmured.

“The question is what do you want to do now birthday boy?” She purred and looked at him with undiluted seduction as she ran a finger over his bottom lip.

“My choice huh?” He asked softly.

“Mmmm hmmm.” She murmured and hooked her finger under his chin. Her eyes seductively searched his. “Birthday boys choice.” She breathed and ghosted his lips with hers.

“How about I show you I’m no boy.” He growled and kissed her so she moaned.

“I want you hard.” He nipped her throat. “On your knees.” He nipped her jaw and then the spot just below her ear. “So I can fuck you how I did in my dreams.” He growled and felt her body quiver for him at his words.

He kissed his way down her body, rough, demanding. Fingers trailing, darting between lace and skin to arouse and seduce. He brushed her hip with his finger in a signal to roll over. As she did he got a better look at the silk and lace she had on and the beautiful stark contrast to her skin. The front of the corset swept up near her collarbone so the lowest dip was in the center of her cleavage. The high cut g string was a strip of lace that sat on top of her hips before plunging between her cheeks, the lace topped stockings completed the outfit and it was an item he’d always found particularly arousing especially when paired with heels. There wasn’t much to it yet it suited her perfectly, that curvy toned body all gift wrapped for him.

“Up on your knees love, hands on the headboard.” He murmured. She heard the desire in his voice, she’d never get over how much he wanted her.

He helped her sit up on her knees and rested his hands on top of hers at the headboard. He was going to take his time now, savoring, seducing, claiming.

She could feel him kneel behind her, his body close enough to sense, not enough to feel, his knees either side of her legs. His finger gently moved the curtain of copper from her back and over her shoulder. Her body was already trembling for him to touch her, to taste her, claim her.

He let his finger wander over her shoulder, down her spine, back up to her throat before his teeth gently nipped the spot just below her ear.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you just like this over these past weeks love.” His murmur was that low tone that made her instantly wet for him.

He leaned in just enough to brush his chest against her bare upper back. She went to push back but he held her hands to the headboard and leaned back out of reach.

“Wait.” He breathed nipping her ear and reciting the one word that she had rocked his world with a few months ago.

“Keep them there.” He growled and squeezed her hands gently to emphasize his request.

His hands trailed the length of her arms and down her back before coasting up the lace and silk at her abdomen. He dipped a hand between her skin and the corset to find her nipples already hard and pinched them gently as he bit down on the nape of her neck. That stuttered sigh between a gasp and moan from her lips making him harder for her, he loved hearing those sounds from her.

His fingers slowly tortured her breasts, the feel of his hands on them almost had her coming. Skilled fingers slipped under the lace to touch bare skin and her gasp had her head tipping back. He seized the opportunity to slide his hand up her throat and hold her head to him as he turned her head slightly and devoured her mouth. He could feel the pulse under his fingers, the rapid beat of her heart.

His free hand grazed her belly, her abs, and down over the lace suspenders before stopping short of her mound and the g string that barred his way.

“Look at me.” He whispered as his hand held her head to him, craned back against his shoulder.

Those ice blue eyes looked into his. As they did he slipped a finger over the lace brushing her clit. Her cry made him moan and kiss her tenderly.

“So wet for me.” He murmured and slid his finger further along her folds under the silk g string.

With painfully slow strokes over her clit he held her in the same position as he brought her undone.

She could feel his rock hard shaft pressing against her as that lonely finger destroyed her. With her head arched back and his hand at her throat she felt the thrill race up her spine. He was so gentle yet so rough, that desire for her was nothing she’d felt before.

His lips ghosted her cheek, her shoulder, all while that huge hand cradled her at her throat keeping her head gently against him as if it were the finest crystal. He felt her pulse increase as he toyed with her, the gasps as her body gave itself to him to pleasure.

She couldn’t move, couldn’t thrust against him to find release, he just slowly and deftly brought her to the edge and held her there. His finger between her thighs stopped and the whimper that escaped begged him to make her come.

“Not yet.” He murmured softly, lips brushing her cheek.

“Please.” She choked a gasp as his finger circled her clit once before slipping to the entrance to do the same.

He held her on the edge torturously for what felt like an eternity. The hand at her throat held her to him gently as the one digit continued its assault until she was whimpering for him to make her come.

“Gustaf.” She whispered.

“Not yet love, because I need to be inside you before you come.” His murmur made her pussy clench.

She gasped a groan that came out more like a whine as his finger suddenly stopped their erotic torture, his deep throaty chuckle was full of mischief. As a hand ventured up her torso slipping between skin and lace, he pinched her nipples hard causing her to arch. His hand released her throat for the moment as he kissed her gently, he liked feeling her pulse thunder through her at his touch.

“So beautiful.” He whispered and kissed his way down her neck.

“Don’t stop, it feels so good.” Her voice soft against his cheek.

“Mmmmm, it’s about to feel better.” He said as his lips dragged up the side of her throat to nip that one spot below her ear. “So much better.” He murmured and lost himself to the moment, his erotic beauty willingly giving herself to him.

His hands caressed the length of her arms and he bit down on her neck. Pressing his body against hers he felt her shiver at the contact and his mouth seductively kiss her shoulder and up her neck.

One of his hands raked down her arm, over her slim shoulder, and lightly down the sweep of her spine. He gripped her hip gently and pulled her to him, bending her forward at the waist.

Bent over her he let that hand wander her body. Over and under lace his fingers teased that stunning body into a quivering mess. He hooked a finger under the g string and moved it to the side letting his knuckle sweep across her heat.

“You’re soaked for me love.” He groaned and kissed the back of her neck, teeth gently biting her, his cock twitched in anticipation.

“Gustaf please.” Her whisper was hoarse with need, her body was trembling as that finger continued to arouse her.

“What do you want?” He asked dragging his teeth along the shell of her ear.

“You, just you.” She choked a whimper as he tormented her with his finger over her clit.

“I want you too love.” He breathed, enjoying her. “I want to be deep inside you.” He whispered.

“Please.” She gasped as that finger dipped just inside her pussy and circled.

He took his painfully hard cock in his hand and ran his tip along her soaked pussy. Positioning at her entrance he leaned over her and placing both hands on top of hers he bit down on her neck.

“What do you want love?” He murmured again, his mouth right next to her ear.

“You, please.” She breathed as he pressed his tip in slightly to stretch her.

“I’m going to fuck you slowly.” His growl alone almost had her coming.

He tip fucked her, just enough to have her continually whimper for him, consistently teetering on the edge of her climax. He knew she’d come as soon as he thrust inside her. Just how he’d planned.

With her legs together and Gustaf straddling them she would be deliciously tight and soft. With a slow maddening thrust he buried himself to his hilt. Her pussy gripped him tight as she tried to buck against him with a cry.

“Mmmmmm. I love feeling you come around me.” He growled and feasted on her neck as he pulled out slowly and thrust into her again.

His thrusts were hard and deep as he plunged into her. That gorgeous body braced against him as he slammed into her. So tight, he thought, and groaned as he took her.

“Harder.” She breathed as he bit her shoulder. “I want you harder.” Her whimper making him smile.

“Anything for you love.” He whispered and speared himself deeply, bottoming out at her inner most point.

“Gustaf.” Her cry was ecstasy. “Faster. Please.” She said between breaths.

“Not yet love. I want you slow.” He purred and buried his cock in her to the hilt and stayed there stock still. He watched her body shake, desperate to feel him move. “And I want you screaming.”

He loved taking her like this, her hands pinned under his, that gorgeous body trembling at every thrust, her whimpers as he kissed, sucked and nipped the tender points of her neck.

He slowly pulled out until only his tip remained inside her, her cry of pleasure, music. He saw the white knuckle grip she had on his headboard and smiled as he kissed her just below the ear. He plunged into her bottoming out again.

With each deep thrust she cried out, with each pull out and pause she whimpered for him to fuck her faster. His mouth destroyed her neck and shoulders, teeth grazing and biting tender aroused skin. He slowly tip fucked her again stretching her pussy and caressing the millions of heightened nerve endings until she was a writhing mess.

“Do you want me to fuck you love?” He asked in that low tone that always made her weak.

“Please.” Her whimper was borderline tears she wanted it so badly.

“Shall I make you come?” He murmured in her ear and nipped it gently. Her whimper was the only response.

Without warning he speared into her, claiming her with his thick shaft. He kept the thrusts slow but they were hard and deep. Smoothly in and out until she was quivering for release.

He let her climax to the agonizingly slow pace. The feel of her pussy clenching him was ecstasy. Her cries were louder and he knew he was well on his way to making her scream, he wanted her wrecked and wanting more.

“I love feeling you come.” He growled and felt her pussy clench his cock.

He felt glorious she thought. That thickness gliding in and out of her, teasing and igniting a deeper level of arousal. In this position she couldn’t rock back as much as on her hands and knees but she would try all the same.

She could barely think with what he was doing to her. He hadn’t touched her except with his cock and his words. One equally as erotic as the other and a deadly combination.

He whipped her to teeter on the peak of another orgasm and started to thrust slightly faster. With her hands pinned to the headboard by his own he pistoned his hips and pounded into her, her tightness consuming him, silky walls gripping his cock.

He tipped her over for two more orgasms in quick succession with the frantic rhythm before his hand left hers and gripped her throat gently again. He loved the feel of her pulse thunder under his fingers, the way she felt as she came.

“Give yourself to me.” He murmured, his own control slipping as he held her head by the throat against him and kissed her, hips still pistoning.

He was asking for permission to be rough with her, he’d asked every time.

“Always.” She breathed and held on tighter to the headboard. His low growl thrilled her.

His hand tightened slightly around her throat and held her head against him just like before. Her pulse thrummed under his fingers as he destroyed her.

With his hand around her throat, his cock pounding into her, that mouth tormenting her exposed skin of her neck she let him take her how he pleased. Rough, hard, and deep. She was so lost to him and the euphoria he was inflicting on her.

He felt her on the edge and knew neither of them would last much longer after this one. He pounded into her relentlessly, claiming her as his own.

“Sildie.” His breath ragged.

He held her to him and dropped his hand from hers to finger her clit. Her gasp was barely out when she screamed his name and shattered. He took her hard and his hips quickened in search of his own release.

As her orgasm ebbed he braced his hand on the headboard again and fucked her hard. She pushed back into him taking him as deep as she could as another orgasm built quickly.

“Fuck, yes Sildie.” He growled as the euphoria of her pussy gripping him consumed him. He wasn’t gentle as his hand gripped her throat, his body trembled and tensed, and the roar of his release echoed around the room as he emptied himself inside her.

He released her throat and kissed where his hands had been. She was slightly lightheaded from his hand at her throat but once he lessened the grip as she relaxed things returned to normal, it made her feel amazing, her climax more intense.

“I love it when you scream for me.” He said softly and sat back on his heels bundling her to him.

“I love it when you fuck me like that.” She chuckled and reached a hand up to rub her throat, the last grip had been a little tight.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked suddenly concerned, stroking tender fingers over the red marks.

“No, it’s just different.” Her hand drifted behind her to hold him to her. “I like it actually.”

“I know you do.” His voice low. “I’ll do it as much as you want until you tell me to stop.” He kissed the nape of her neck and trailed the tip of his tongue up to kiss where he’d gripped her. “You can always tell me to stop.”

“I know, but I don’t want you to.” She purred.

He wrapped his arms around her content to stay where they were for the moment and she leaned back into him.

“This is some birthday present.” He chuckled and nibbles on her earlobe.

“Were not done yet love.” She smirked.

“Oh I believe you. I still want to peel you out of this.” He whispered and let his finger roam.

Her hand stretch back to caress the back of his skull and neck. She loved the feel of the buzz cut.

“You had this trimmed.” She said softly.

“Had to. You’d gone to all this trouble for me I needed to at least get a hair cut. Not that I have much of it but still.” He chuckled.

“I like it like this, all soft.”

“Most women prefer guys with more hair.” He scoffed playfully.

“I’m not most women.” She said bluntly.

“No you’re not.” He nipped her throat just below her jaw. “Thank god.” He kissed her neck and shoulder tenderly. “You’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever met.” He murmured.

His words about her always made her blush.

“I know it embarrasses you but I wish you could see what I see Sildie.” Say it, say it right now, that little voice in his head said.

“Right back at you love.” She murmured and turned in his arms slightly to kiss him.

“I need food.” She said quietly. “I’m hungry for more than just you.” She grinned.

She climbed off him and laughed when he held her hand and pulled her back to flop on the bed. That clever mouth devoured hers.

“You’re beautiful love.” He whispered and let his eyes drink in her face, how happy she was right at this moment.

“Only to you.” She smiled and grazed his scruff with her finger. What is it you’re not telling me love she thought? What’s in your eyes that is so difficult to say?

He helped her up and he pulled on some sweats as she tied her robe. Chicken shit, he cursed inwardly.

“Leave it off.” She murmured as he was pulling on a t shirt. Those slender fingers catching the fabric before it went over his head. “I like it when you’re not wearing one.” Her kiss was sin. Pure unadulterated sin and he gripped her hips tight as he held her to him.

He had no words when she pulled away and blinked at her. Her throaty chuckle and mischievous grin only added to the seduction. She had a few moves he hadn’t seen yet.

“Cat got your tongue love?” She purred.

“No but a sex kitten might.” He kissed her like a man possessed. “Where on earth did you learn how to kiss a man like that?” He breathed.

“I only kiss you like that love.” She breathed and kissed him like it again.

“Not only is that illegal it’s downright sinful.” He looked at her somewhat bewildered. He was slowly uncovering a sultry sex kitten under the prim and proper lawyer and that made it even more erotic. She was his every sexual fantasy and that only fueled his lust for her more. “You only kiss me like that?”

“Mmm hmm. You’re the only one I’ve kissed like that and will be the only one I ever kiss like that.” Her playful smirk had his heart flutter. “Unless you’d like me to stop.” She said softly at seeing his stare, maybe it was too much.

“Nope. Don’t be stopping.” He said quickly. “I’m just a little shocked. In a good way. You catch me off guard sometimes and it takes a while for my brain to catch up especially when you kiss me like that. You steal my words.” He said and kissed her tenderly. “And I love it.” I love you, just fucking say it you moron.

“Then I’ll only break it out on special occasions.” She giggled. Her laughter at his predicament made him snarl playfully.

“Don’t you dare deny me of it now you’ve broken it out to show me.” He growled. “That’s not fair love.”

“Who said anything about fair.” She kissed him and nipped his bottom lip pulling out of his arms before he could retaliate. “I need food.”

He grinned. Damn he loved it when she played the game with him. So seductive, inticing, erotic. She was every bit the sex kitten she portrayed but when she lawyered up you wouldn’t think that was underneath it all.

She took his hand and led him to the kitchen. He pulled her to him and stole a kiss before setting out to make tea.

“So this is what you stashed in here away from the kids.” He chuckled as she pulled out fruit and chocolate amongst other stuff. But not just chocolate he noticed, Kladdkaka.

“You had Brendan make two?” He groaned and wrapped his arms around her waist kissing her neck.

“Yes I had him make two. That’s why I was trying to keep you out of the kitchen when he was baking the other night.” She chuckled.

“I might just eat this entire thing.” He joked.

“And make yourself sick. Besides, if you fill up on that you won’t have room for dessert.” The way she purred dessert made his cock twitch in response.

“Don’t tease.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” She kissed him softly before the kettle sang it’s song for tea, the look of pure seduction from under her lashes made him groan.

With tea made he set it on the table with the cups and started placing the food with it. A spread of finger food, perfect for today, something to just pick at. He pulled her into his lap with a yelp as she went to sit down.

“I don’t know what’s better, eating this.” He said pointing to the Kladdkaka. “Or having you in my lap while I eat it.”

“Best of both worlds.” She chuckled.

“Did you want me to stay over tomorrow night? Help get them off to school Monday?” He asked holding a forkful out for her to eat.

“Sure. That would be a nice way to get them back into the swing of things.” She took the bite offered and had to admit it was damn good.

“I’m going to have to start thinking of what to do with them over the Christmas break. Four kids to occupy while it’s cold and snowy isn’t always a good mix.” She chuckled.

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Hype Williams directed the MTV of my childhood

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hype_Williams_videography

1993

Erick Sermon – "Hittin' Switches"[2]

Positive K – "I Got a Man" (version 1)[3]

Mangu – "La Playa"

K7 – "Zunga Zeng"

M.O.P. – "How About Some Hardcore"

K7 – "Come Baby Come"

Poor Righteous Teachers – "Nobody Move"

Mysterme – "Unsolved Mysterme"[4]

1994

Sam Sneed – "U Better Recognize" feat. Dr. Dre

Craig Mack feat. Notorious B.I.G., LL Cool J, Rampage & Busta Rhymes – "Flava in Ya Ear" (remix)

Wu-Tang Clan – "Can It Be All So Simple"

Jodeci – "Feenin'" (Co-directed with DeVante Swing)

Mic Geronimo – "Shit's Real"

Da Bush Babees – "We Run Things (It's Like That)"

Gravediggaz – "Diary of a Madman"

Craig Mack – "Get Down"

Wu-Tang Clan – "Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuthing ta Fuck Wit/Shame on a Nigga"[5]

Miss Jones – "Where I Wanna Be Boy"

Casserine "Why Not Take All of Me"

Mary J. Blige – "Be Happy" (co-directed with Sean "Puffy" Combs)(uncredited)

Men At Large – "Let's Talk About It"

Usher – "Think of You"

Usher – "The Many Ways"

1995–1999

1995

Snow – "Anything for You"

Naughty by Nature – "Craziest"

The Notorious B.I.G. – "One More Chance" (version 2: remix)

Warren G – "So Many Ways"

LL Cool J feat. Boyz II Men – "Hey Lover"

LL Cool J – "Doin' It"

Brandy – "Baby"

The Notorious B.I.G. – "Warning"

The Notorious B.I.G. – "Big Poppa" (co-directed with Sean "Puffy" Combs)

Brandy feat. Queen Latifah, MC Lyte, & Yo Yo – "I Wanna Be Down" (version 2:remix)

Adina Howard – "Freak Like Me"

Montell Jordan – "This Is How We Do It"

The Notorious B.I.G. – "One More Chance" (version 1)

Guru & Chaka Khan – "Watch What You Say"

Montell Jordan – "Somethin' 4 Da Honeyz" (version 1)

Boyz II Men feat. Treach, Craig Mack, Busta Rhymes and Method Man – "Vibin'" (version 2)

Brandy – "Sittin' Up in My Room"

Blackstreet feat. SWV and Craig Mack – "Tonite's the Night" (remix)

Hodge – "Head Nod" [Remix]

Mic Geronimo – "Masta I.C."

OutKast – "Benz or Beamer"

Ol' Dirty Bastard – "Shimmy Shimmy Ya/Baby C'Mon"[6]

Solo – "Where Do You Want Me to Put It"

Lin Que feat. MC Lyte – "Let It Fall"

Immature feat. Smooth – "We Got It"

Double XX Posse – "Money Talks"

A Few Good Men – "Tonite"

Little Shawn – "Dom Perignon" (feat. The Notorious B.I.G)

Brownstone feat.Craig Mack – "If You Love Me (Street Vibe Remix)"

World Renown – "How Nice I Am"

1996

Tupac Shakur feat. Dr. Dre and Roger Troutman – "California Love" (version 2: Mad Max, version 3: remix)[7]

D'Angelo – "Lady"[8]

R. Kelly feat. Ronald Isley – "Down Low (Nobody Has to Know)" (version 1)

Busta Rhymes – "Woo Hah!! Got You All in Check" (version 1)

R. Kelly – "Thank God It's Friday"

Maxi Priest feat. Shaggy – "That Girl"

Nas feat. Lauryn Hill – "If I Ruled the World (Imagine That)"

Nas – "Street Dreams"

Nas feat. R. Kelly – "Street Dreams (Remix)"

A Tribe Called Quest – "1nce Again"

Blackstreet feat. Dr. Dre & Queen Pen – "No Diggity"

R. Kelly – "I Can't Sleep Baby (If I)" (remix)

Brandy feat. Wanya Morris of Boyz II Men – "Brokenhearted" (Soulpower Remix)

A Tribe Called Quest – "Stressed Out" (version 1)

Jay-Z feat. Mary J. Blige – "Can't Knock the Hustle"

LL Cool J featuring Total – "Loungin'" (remix)

Foxy Brown featuring Blackstreet – "Get Me Home"

R. Kelly – "I Believe I Can Fly"

Group Therapy feat. Dr. Dre, RBX, KRS-One, B-Real & Nas – "East Coast West Coast Killaz"

B-Real, Coolio, Method Man, LL Cool J & Busta Rhymes – "Hit 'Em High (The Monstars' Anthem)"

Mista – "Blackberry Molasses"[9]

The Isley Brothers feat. R. Kelly – "Let's Lay Together"

Total – "No One Else"

Babyface feat. LL Cool J, Jody Watley, etc. – "This Is For The Lover In You"

LL Cool J feat. Keith Murray, Prodigy, Fat Joe, and Foxy Brown – "I Shot Ya"

R. Kelly – "I Can't Sleep (Baby If I)"

R. Kelly – "Down Low remix (Blame it on the Mo)"

1997

Missy Elliott – "The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly)"[10][11]

Puff Daddy feat. Faith Evans & 112 – "I'll Be Missing You"

R. Kelly – "Gotham City"[12]

The Notorious B.I.G. feat. Puff Daddy & Mase – "Mo Money Mo Problems"

Mary J. Blige – "Everything"

Busta Rhymes – "Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Could See"[13]

Missy Elliott feat. Da Brat – "Sock It 2 Me"[14]

Jay-Z feat. Foxy Brown & Babyface – "(Always Be My) Sunshine"

Busta Rhymes – "Dangerous"

Mase – "Feel So Good"

Wild Orchid – "Supernatural"

Will Smith – "Gettin' Jiggy wit It"

Usher – "Nice and Slow"[15][16]

Refugee Camp All-Stars feat. Pras and Ky-Mani Marley – "Avenues"

Scarface – "Mary Jane"

R. Kelly – "Gotham City Remix"

Snow – "Anything for You" [All Star Cast Remix]

1998

DMX feat. Sheek Louch of the LOX – "Get At Me Dog"

DMX feat. Faith Evans – "How's It Goin' Down"

Faith Evans – "Love Like This"

Mel B feat. Missy Elliott – "I Want You Back"

Jermaine Dupri feat. Mariah Carey – "Sweetheart"

Mýa feat. Noreaga & Raekwon – "Movin' On"

Kelly Price feat. R. Kelly & Ron Isley – "Friend of Mine"

Busta Rhymes – "Gimme Some More'"

DMX, Nas, Method Man, and Ja Rule – "Grand Finale"

R. Kelly – "Half on a Baby"

R. Kelly feat. Keith Murray – "Home Alone"

Taral Hicks – "Silly"

Taral Hicks – "Ooh, Ooh Baby"

1999

112 feat. Lil' Zane – "Anywhere"

TLC – "No Scrubs"

Q-Tip – "I Can Do It"

Ja Rule – "Holla Holla"

Ja Rule – "Holla Holla (Remix)"

Ja Rule feat. Cadillac Tah & Black Child – "Murda 4 Life"

Ja Rule – "It's Murda/Kill 'Em All"

Ja Rule feat. Ronald Isley – "Daddy's Little Baby"

Ja Rule – "How Many Wanna"

Method Man feat. D'Angelo – "Break Ups 2 Make Ups"

Busta Rhymes – "Tear da Roof Off/Party Going on Over Here"

Busta Rhymes feat. Janet Jackson – "What's It Gonna Be?"[17]

Nas feat. Puff Daddy – "Hate Me Now"[18]

Missy Elliott – "She's a Bitch"[19]

Mase feat. Blackstreet – "Get Ready"

Noreaga – "Oh No"

Puff Daddy feat. R. Kelly – "Satisfy You"

Mobb Deep feat. Lil' Kim – "Quiet Storm" (version 2: remix)

Dr. Dre feat. Snoop Dogg – "Still D.R.E."

Q-Tip – "Vivrant Thing"

Ol' Dirty Bastard feat. Kelis – "Got Your Money"

Missy Elliott feat. Big Boi & Nicole – "All n My Grill"[20]

Kelis – "Caught out There" [21]

Mobb Deep feat. Nas – "It's Mine"

Mobb Deep feat. Lil' Kim – "Quiet Storm" (version 2: remix)

Puff Daddy feat. R. Kelly – "Satisfy You"

Sisqó – "Got to Get It"

Missy Elliott feat. Nas, Lil' Mo & Eve – "Hot Boyz"[22]

So Plush – "Things I've Heard Before"

Q-Tip – "Breathe and Stop" (version 2)

2000–2004

2000

Jay-Z feat. UGK – "Big Pimpin'"

No Doubt – "Ex–Girlfriend"

Busta Rhymes – "Get Out!!"

Macy Gray – "Why Didn't You Call Me"

R. Kelly – "Bad Man"

DMX feat. Sisqó – "What They Really Want"

LL Cool J – "Imagine That"

Wyclef Jean feat. The Rock – "It Doesn't Matter"

Busta Rhymes – "Fire"

Jay-Z feat. Memphis Bleek & Amil – "Hey Papi"

Mýa feat. Jay-Z – "Best of Me (Holla Main Mix)"

Funkmaster Flex feat. DMX – "Do You?"

Roni Size & Reprazent – "Who Told You"

Ja Rule feat. Lil' Mo – "Put It On Me"

The Murderers – "We Don't Give A %^#$"

The Murderers feat. Vita – "Vita, Vita, Vita"

Kobe Bryant feat. Tyra Banks – "K.O.B.E."

The Murderers feat Ja Rule, Vita, Black Child, Tah Murdah, Memphis Bleek, & Busta Rhymes – "Holla Holla Remix"[23]

Crystal Sierra feat. Stylez Skillz – "Playa No More"

Outsiderz 4 Life – "College Degreez"

2001

DMX – "Ain't No Sunshine"

Busta Rhymes feat. Kelis – "What It Is/Grimey"

Snoop Dogg feat. Tha Eastsidaz, Master P & Nate Dogg – "Lay Low"

Eric Benet – "Love Don't Love Me"

Babyface – "There She Goes"[24]

Vita – "Justify My Love"

Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes – "The Block Party"

Jessica Simpson – "A Little Bit"[25]

Ginuwine – "Differences"

FUBU feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray, and Ludacris – "Fatty Girl"

Busta Rhymes – "As I Come Back/Break Ya Neck"

Shelby Lynne – "Killin' Kind"

Stella Soleil – "Kiss Kiss"

Method Man – "Party & Bull%#!*"

Aaliyah – "Rock The Boat"

#hype williams

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cryptidofthekeys · 4 years

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Its another tf2 oc and im not ashamed

Let me break it down to y’all how this happened, so basically- I wanted a mafia-esque spy character but then my brain decided ok mafia mans is coolio BUT WHAT IF... t e n t a s p y mafia boss man? And voila here this fucker is

Name: Alphonse Blanchard | Titles/Nicknames: The Spy, Boss which usually his "partners" call him that, or just call him Alphonse, only ONE person can call him AL, anyone else tries it and well it wont be a very pleasant experience | Gender: Male | Species/Race: Used to be a normal human, now he's a Tentaspy- a m o n s t e r. | Age: 49s/50s | Occupation: Even tho he's got the title of The Spy n such- he's p much teechnically a Mafia Boss- b i g boss man for sure- | Height: When he was human he was about 5'7", but now he's 8'9" (nearly 9ft) | Eye Color: His eye color when he was human was a Steel Gray color, his eyes are now a Charcoal color (mostly for their meanings n stuff), his pupils are also slit ones now. | Hair Color: (even though most of his face except for his eyes and mouth are covered by a balaclava and you'd most likely never see him without his mask on, his hair color is black with grey streaks in the sides of it, however for the record- his hair is VERY tidy and slicked back) | Appearance: Now, not much changes tbh- except... he cant wear pants bc of the tentacles on his lower half but I'll get to those in a minute, he wears v e r y fancy and HIGHLY expensive suits, only the f i n e s t of clothing for him, usually he wears dark gray or black suits but he does have other colors- their just ALL dark colors, he likes the appeal of black or gray colors- and he d e f i n i t e l y loves the meaning behind them, they fit him so well... He also wears fedoras, he has some rings (you know the ones- the ones that some mafia characters or just big shots in general tend to wear- yeaah, his biggest ring and the one he usually wears has a skull on it-), and he of course has a circle beard, oh and he has a lot of scars both on his upper human body and his tentacles even, just- gettin that outta the way right quick- now onto his more monstrous features... For starters, let's get the simple one out of the way, he DOES have claws now, long sharp black claws to be more specific- his tentacles are pitch black on top with Smoke Gray tiger-like stripes going down them his underbelly is also Smoke Gray color- and oh boy... here's the most complex thing- his teeth, while all his teeth are p much bear trap teeth, his lateral incisors both top and bottom are longer kinda like vampire teeth or something like that ya know, his actual canines both top and bottom ones along with his first AND second premolars (again both the top ones AND the bottom ones are actually curved (kinda like an anaconda's in a way- p much- just- hooked teeth, perfect for hooking onto prey and not letting go if need be) | Personality: Oh b o y well, where to even begin with this motherfucker? He's narcissistic as hell "I k n o w I'm handsome, yes~" and god forbid you compliment him or anything- bc with e v e r y compliment, every good thing said about him his ego inflates and grows tenfold, even if you say bad shit about him- he don't give a fuck- as long as it doesn't affect his reputation then you'll be fine! He'll just pay no mind to petty insults or anything, at first- insults calling him a monster n anything similar bothered him, it made him feel sick every time someone had used those insults but now? Now... While he would MUCH prefer to have legs again (its honestly just bc its easier to walk around with legs than tentacles), he e m b r a c e s the fact he's a monster, he knows there's no reversing this, if there was- he would... he wouldn't go OUT of his way for it BUT he would at the very least TRY to get his hands on whatever could cure this, ahem anyways- he's come to terms with what he is even if some things about it aren't... ideal... I wouldn't say he's EVIL really, he's more so a neutral unless provoked/attacked- t h e n he'll "take care" of whatever or whoever's causing the problem with NO mercy whatsoever, but other than that he can be a reasonable man, just don't piss him off, steal from him, etc- basically don't make enemies with him and you should be just fine, he isn't one for small talk or anything like that, he wants to talk business, business and m o n e y even, even if he is a fucking HIGHLY rich bastard, he always wants more- he's got a BIT of a greed streak in him for sure (that doesn't mean however he won't let others borrow money, he just expects them to pay it back in the end or sometimes... he'll use his money for ahem, undercover classified reasons...) He'll flirt with a n y o n e if they happen to catch his eye, not just ladies either- men, ladies, no gender? What the fuck ever, if he wants- he's GONNA flirt with anyone, even if it might not end in love or whatever, he doesn't? really? He doesn't really care tbh, love is alright and if it happens it happens but honestly- he's just a fucking flirty b i t c h, who loves to see that flustered look and get a reaction from the other, you'll never truly know... feelings? Maybe but probably not... (tl;dr: Flirty bitch- I wouldnt hold hopes for feelings, greed streak but isn't afraid to let others borrow money so long as they pay it back in the end- some things he uses it for are classified- p much [REDACTED] info, neutral unless provoked/attacked, no mercy nor care towards enemies- can and WILL wipe out every single one of his enemies without a single t r a c e being left behind, even tho he's a monster now and has a LOT more strength than a normal human, he still tends to use guns or knives but isn't afraid to use his monstrous features if need be, narcissistic bastardery at its finest- compliment him and watch his ego inflate! "Don't you want r e a l friends Alphonse and not just henchmen or lackeys?" "....Non, not in the slightest, absolutely disgusting to even ASSUME I need friends, I, myself am my best company, better than any friend could e v e r do" w o w- b a s t a r d energy there huh) | Side Facts: ...Truth be told, he won't e v e r forget the day he turned into... this... this t h i n g... Even if he's accepted his fate, even if he's accepted to be this monster, the memory still lingers and haunts him and his very dreams, he has nightmares about it, and its mostly due to the agonizing pain he felt d u r i n g his little "transformation", it happened one day- he was in his own medic's lab (yes, the bitch has his o w n doctor), it was a normal routine health check up his medic liked to do- the man was always harping onto Alphonse for that pesky smoking habit of his, but then suddenly, one of the rival- well, t h e y call themselves family- Alphonse only considers the people he hired to be henchmen, lackeys, OR- just employees for basic terms, but one of his rivals broke in and decided to open fire and of course, it turned into an all out gun war, Alphonse DID get shot- which is what caused him to stumble backwards into a shelf full of god knows what, after he bumped it, a few jars of weird substances had fallen onto him, after that he could feel his body twisting and contorting, he remembers the a g o n i z i n g pain he felt that day, it was worse than that mere gunshot wound that he had... Aside from the horrifying memory of what fate had befell him... He also remembers what he d i d to his little rivals... He remembers the mortified and terror-stricken look on their faces, all of them had ran- except for... their boss... so much for "family sticks together" huh, he remembers slithering over towards the boss, who- well, he tried to fire from the looks of it, but he was so terrified that he had dropped his gun, Alphonse had never seen such terror on a grown man's face like that, but he loved e v e r y. s e c o n d. until the very end, he doesn't remember what came over him in the end, maybe it was blind fury, or maybe it was just instincts, but after he did what he did... He remembers seeing the boss's head ripped off completely along with other limbs ripped off and flung across the room. Unfortunately, his suit was v e r y messy after that- He actually still keeps the boss's head preserved- almost like a t r o p h y in fact... ....Oh, your probably wondering what happened to his doctor, right? ....Well, I'll say is he's still out there, he didn't get killed- neither by the rivals nor Alphonse's instincts/fury, but truth be told... He doesn't REALLY wanna come back, he wants to stay hidden- I will say, yes- he DID see Alphonse transform, but after that he fled- part of him figured deep down that Alphonse would be v e r y angry with him since h e was technically the one who had those jars just sitting around on the shelf and he did NOT wanna stick around if that man was c r o s s with him... now whether or not Alphonse will ever encounter/find him again? ... Who knows- h e h ASIDE from all the backstory of why he turned into a Tentaspy, let's move onto things Alphonse just- likes to do in his spare time when he's not talking business n all that jazz- He usually smokes some of his cigarettes or cigars, he loves the cigars more though- he'll also do some reading in his spare time as well, or he'll listen to some calming music- sometimes he'll do all three, smoke, read, and listen to some calming music- he's not... the most exciting man, he's just usually busy- so when he's not- he'll just do those things- He'll SOMETIMES go outside and get some fresh air, usually its at night- not necessarily just bc there's l e s s people to worry about- but usually because he enjoys looking up and seeing the moonlight when its out, such a beautiful sight...

#tf2 oc #team fortress 2 oc #tf2 spy oc #mafia boss oc #gore warning #blood warning #my oc #tentaspy oc

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mothermaidenclone-blog · 5 years

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Godzilla: King of the Monsters or It’s All About That Queen Bee Though

Godzilla: King of the Monsters was a very cool movie. Yes, it was pretty stupid, but was it also a gloriously fun, utterly ridiculous romp? Definitely. Warner Bros. knew we wanted to watch a bunch of massive monsters beat the ever-loving shit out of each other, and they certainly delivered on that front. As with any Godzilla movie, the main problem was that they spent too much time on the tiny, insignificant people and not enough on the aforementioned battling titans. However, there were some notable ladies featured amongst the squishy humans.

*Godzilla: King of the Monsters spoilers follow*

The first on screen conversation takes place between two women, Dr. Emma Russell (Vera Farmiga) and her daughter Madison (Millie Bobby Brown). Dr. Russell is evidently an exceptional scientist, as she has invented a device to communicate with, and to some extent control, the titans. She is also portrayed as brave and compassionate, risking her life to run to the aid of Mothra with her ORCA device. In addition, she wants her daughter to be strong and to experience what life has to offer, helping her to stroke Mothra once it has calmed down. She then guides her through the horrors of being held captive with the advice, “Eyes straight ahead, deep breaths, just like we talked about.” She isn’t shielding Madison from what is happening, but trying to help her to cope with it on her own.

However, it soon turns out that Dr. Russell is one of the villains of the movie, as she approached the eco terrorist Jonah Alan (Charles Dance) rather than being abducted by him, as it first appeared. As such, she is responsible for countless deaths in the movie, regardless of whether or not she is acting for the greater good of the planet. On the other hand, she is unwavering in the defence of her decisions and ethics, and even after the movie has declared her a baddie she is still portrayed as rational and somewhat empathetic. She justifies her actions as being for the benefit of her daughter, and perhaps her daughter’s whole generation: “I couldn’t be more sane and Madison couldn’t be stronger. At least now she has a fighting chance.” At least Dr. Russell is granted a redemptive end - she dies saving not only her family, but arguably the entire planet, from the destructive forces of Ghidorah. It’s still shitty that she dies, no two ways about it, but at least she is granted some agency. Once a film like this declares you a villain you don’t stand a chance - it’s a noble sacrifice on her part and she isn’t just squashed by a giant monster foot while delivering a monologue about how her plans were right all along.

One of Dr. Russell’s plans does come to fruition, and that is that Madison becomes an incredibly strong young woman. She goes from slyly flipping off Jonah at the start of the movie to literally standing down Ghidorah and screaming right back in his fucking face. Now, it could well be argued that these are not the most considered of actions, but it cannot be denied that Madison has some nerve. In addition to being categorically courageous, Madison is also intelligent and principled. When she sees that Ghidorah’s rampage is becoming uncontrollable, she not only steals the ORCA from under the nose of a group of highly organised armed terrorists and escapes their fortified secret base, taking the time to appropriately supply herself for her journey (like no one in movies ever does!), but she also figures out the most effective location to broadcast from and operates the ORCA independently. Kudos to Madison, she knows what she’s doing. She does end up having to be rescued by her parents but two things are worth remembering at this point: firstly, Madison has just done her bit to save the entire planet and secondly, she is still a child. She’s more than allowed to run scared for a moment when a three-headed, lightning-breathing dragon from space is trying to cause the end of days.

Dr. Vivienne Graham (Sally Hawkins) reprises her role from the first film, and we are treated to a brief reminder of what a competent, intrepid scientist and eloquent, fearless defender of Godzilla she is before she is unceremoniously felled by Ghidorah. I didn’t even notice her death, and while it’s true I might have been taking notes and missed it, I was informed by a small piece of text on a character’s computer screen, which seems like an unnecessarily dismissive way to end the life of such an intrinsic character to the series.

Perhaps in an attempt to compensate for the loss of Dr. Graham, several new named female characters were introduced, and credit where credit’s due, pretty much all of these women are immediately addressed by their name and title. This not only shows them the respect they are due, but saved me the kind of IMDB credits trawling I usually have to do when writing a review. We meet another of Monarch’s top scientists, Dr. Ilene Chen (Ziyi Zhang). She is notable not only for her scientific competency, but also for her heritage, as she reveals she is the direct descendant of one of the female founders of Monarch, and shows a selection of photos of completely badass looking explorers and scientists that make up her family, all of whom are women. Her twin sister, Dr. Ling (also Ziyi Zhang) also briefly features, although she is seemingly working for the terrorists. We don’t see much of her except for an appropriately awed look at the hatching of Mothra, but it’s safe to assume by her presence at the site that she is an equally accomplished scientist. Dr. Chen is also notable for being an advocate of not blowing Godzilla to smithereens, pointing out that, “slaying dragons is a western concept.”

Another new female character is Colonel Diane Foster (Aisha Hinds), an extremely competent officer and woman of colour, who seems to be in charge of the military branch of Monarch’s operations. She continues to excel throughout the movie, surviving the attack that killed Dr. Graham and continuing to lead others safely through danger until the end. Foster is shown to be a strong leader as well as a distinguished field officer - she is a highly skilled sniper who cares deeply about saving innocent lives.

Black women continue to occupy positions of power, if not leading roles, in Godzilla: King of the Monsters, as further exemplified by Senator Williams (CCH Pounder), who presides over the Monarch hearing at the start of the film and appears to have the power to turn the whole organisation over to the military if she so chooses. Women do very much inhabit the world of this movie, with many women being present of all sides of the conflict as scientists, soldiers and terrorists alike. Although I’m not sure we hear all their names, many are credited, including Asaj (Tracy Garrison), one of Jonah’s team, First Lieutenant Griffin (Elizabeth Ludlow), Lieutenant Bottin (Natalie Shaheen), G-Team Officer Harryhausen (Shauna Rappold), Argo Officer Arvin (Skylar Denney), Argo Officer Cross (Kelli Garner) and a news anchor (Fiona Hardingham) who is one of the first voices we hear in the movie. The fact that two of these characters are named for practical effects superstars tells me that they held a special place in the hearts of the movie makers.

However wonderful all of these women are, let’s talk about the real leading lady of this movie - Mothra. Not only is she utterly radiant and resplendent, she can hold her own in a fight - penetrating Rodan with her stinger - and apparently has the monumental power of the ability to resurrect Godzilla. In short, she’s amazing. She is also the only titan to be named as female, which makes it all the more shitty that she’s the only one - other than the big bad Ghidorah - to die. It seems even female kaiju aren’s safe from the played out and tired fate of dying for the benefit of their male counterparts. Now, my little brother (who is more of a Gozilla expert than me) texted me as soon as he knew I’d seen the movie to tell me not to worry and that Mothra is apparently immortal, because he knew I’d be so cross and sad about this. Thanks, baby bro. However, as this is not addressed in the movie, I have to stand by my initial assessment that Mothra’s death is pure garbage.

Overall, the women in Godzilla: King of the Monsters are incredibly strong and adept in a wide variety of fields ranging from science to combat, are without exception incredibly brave, and most of them hold to a high moral code. Furthermore, for a monster movie where presumably thousands of people are slaughtered, their mortality rate isn’t too bad. I think one more named male character dies than female, but this doesn’t make the loss of talented female scientists on screen any easier to swallow. Also, they killed Mothra, so I can never forgive them. Well, not until she comes back in a sequel and fucks up some even bigger bastards because you know I will watch another Godzilla movie, no hesitation. On balance, this is an absolutely ridiculous movie about giant dragons murdering each other, so I think we’re lucky that so many competent human women were featured at all.

And now for some asides:

Umm, excuse me, was that casually Atlantis? And did you blow it up?

Also did this movie low-key endorse hollow Earth theory?

Thank you, Godzilla: King of the Monsters, for the gift of someone ejector-seating straight into Rodan’s fiery maw. You truly know your audience.

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crossbowking · 5 years

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The Road Ahead : Chapter 13

Chapter Index HERE

Summary : (Set in the beginning of season 1) Anna Brooks lost everything after the world ended — the last remaining part of herself being her older brother, who she lost contact with after communications dropped. While en route towards Atlanta to find him, Anna’s truck breaks down, leaving her at the mercy of the cruel new world. Now, Anna must face her fears head on as she struggles to deal with devastating loss, constant danger, and finding her way in a land that now belongs to the dead. But sometimes, a glimmer of hope can be found disguised as a short-tempered, hard-headed redneck who may just save her life in more ways than one.

Pairings : Daryl x Original Female Character

Warnings : Slow-Burn, Language/Violence/typical Walking Dead themes

Author’s Note : OKAY, Y’ALL. THIS CHAPPIE’S A LONG ONE SO STRAP IN. We learn a lot in this one and are making way for some awesome stuff coming soon...

xx crossbowking

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Previously…

Glenn and Anna shared an apprehensive look before scooting out from behind the table, Jacqui hurrying to join them from the back room. Anna crouched down, staring through the windshield at the massive building in front of them — the Center for Disease Control.

It was colossal and mighty and most importantly…still standing.

Maybe there was hope here after all.

But for some reason, Anna couldn’t shake the feeling in her gut that told her things were only going to get worse from here on out.

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Now…

The Center for Disease Control.

There had been a brief, heartbreaking moment where everyone feared the CDC had been abandoned — it’s main entrance sealed up tight with an impenetrable steel door, unbreakable windows, and not a single soul in sight besides the dead that roamed the grounds. But much to everyone’s surprise, after a desperate plea from Rick begging for whoever was controlling the cameras to show mercy, the steel door slid open and enveloped the group in a beacon of light.

And there they met Dr. Edwin Jenner.

He was apparently the last man standing. All of the doctors, all of the military, all of the scientists — gone. He was all that was left. And that was a tough fucking pill to swallow.

After seeing the state of the group, a group filled with children especially, Jenner had decided to go against his better judgment and allow the distressed group inside — the only rule being that everyone was to get a blood test done to ensure no one had been unknowingly infected.

Which led Anna to this moment, watching Jenner pierce the soft flesh of her skin with a needle, her blood slipping from her veins and filling up a small tube to be taken away for analysis.

She was tired — no, she was exhausted. She’d been running on empty for days now, physically and emotionally drained from everything she’d gone through. All Anna wanted to do was curl up somewhere and process what her next move would be since the CDC was apparently chopping up to be a dead end. And if this supposed ‘safe haven’ wasn’t what it was promised to be, could the same be said about Fort Benning?

“What’s this?” Jenner suddenly asked, his fingers wrapping around her bandaged hand.

Anna sat up straighter, turning her hand over for inspection. “Oh, uh, that’s nothing. I just cut my palm on a rock the other day,” she shrugged, watching as Jenner began to unwrap the wound.

“I cleaned it up already,” Lori spoke from where she sat, Rick propped up behind her, squeezing her shoulder gently, his expression deep in thought.

“Better safe than sorry, wouldn’t you agree?” Jenner directed his attention towards Anna, waiting until she gave him a short nod before continuing to unwrap the bandage. The cut didn’t look infected — just an angry red slash mark with dried blood caked onto the frayed ends of her skin. Anna watched as Jenner grabbed a cotton swab, dipping it in some sort of liquid before turning back to her. “Saline solution,” he murmured before she had a chance to ask what it was.

He began prodding at the wound, collecting a sample of the dried tissue for further examination, eliciting a quiet hiss from Anna as he pressed the swab a little too deep.

“All set,” he voiced once he was satisfied, slipping the cotton swab into a separate vile before reaching to grab a small first aid kit. He swiftly wrapped Anna’s hand in a clean bandage, removed the needle from her arm and motioned for Andrea to come forward for her turn.

Anna pulled down her sleeve, rubbing her sore arm as she stood, the floor tilting beneath her for a moment before she regained her balance. Black spots danced in her vision as she eased herself down onto another chair near the rest of the group, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

She had so many questions — what happened here? Where was everyone? What was this outbreak? Was there a cure? What did Jenner know? She had a weird feeling that the man was keeping some important information from them, but she was too tired and too overwhelmed to find the energy to ask. There would come a time for that — and the time sure as hell wasn’t now.

Anna nearly wept with relief when Jenner offered the group all the food they could stomach, ushering them into the CDC’s cafeteria for dinner. There was a nearly tangible electric buzz coursing through the group as they spread out amongst one of the long tables, waiting eagerly for the first decent meal they’d eat in weeks.

Anna took a seat at the far end of the table, putting a little distance between herself and most of the group. But the isolation didn’t last long when Glenn spotted her, furrowed his brow, got up from his seat at the opposite end and made his way towards her instead. “Do you think he’ll have Twinkies? Man, I hope he has Twinkies,” he grinned as he approached, rubbing his hands together, plopping down in the seat next to her.

Anna felt a small smile creep across her face — she liked Glenn. He seemed like a truly decent guy with an incredible warmth to him. He made her feel welcome — like she’d always been a part of the group and not some random newcomer. A soft laugh bubbled out of her. “Twinkies? Really?” she teased.

Glenn nodded his head quickly, scooting his chair closer to the table. “Are you kidding? Twinkies are the best. I practically lived off them in college,” he beamed, drumming his fingers along the table top as he eagerly scanned the cafeteria for Jenner’s reappearance.

Anna just shook her head as another laugh slipped through her lips. Glenn shot her a kind smile before he turned the other way to say something to T-Dog, giving Anna a moment to assess the current situation without distraction.

The group was splayed out around the table — most busy chatting with one another, everyone looking more relaxed than Anna had ever seen them. All except for Andrea, who sat quietly, hands folded in her lap, eyes glazed over as she stared off into space. She was thinking about her sister — Anna wasn’t a mind reader, but she also wasn’t stupid. The poor woman had just lost her sister — there was no possible way she could be thinking of anything else.

A sudden pain tugged at her heart and Anna forced her eyes away, unable to watch the grief crashing through Andrea’s eyes any longer. She found her gaze suddenly traveling towards Shane, who also wasn’t participating in conversation — he sat upright in his chair, elbows on the table, chin resting atop his clasped hands, eyes trained on Rick and his family. There was something about his stare, something about the sharpness in his eyes, the coldness, that sent a chill through Anna before she pulled her gaze away.

And then, Anna found herself studying the archer.

She hadn’t spoken to him since the RV broke down — hell, she hadn’t even looked at him. The last thing she needed was more drama and that was all this guy seemed to bring to the table. She wasn’t one to play games and she, quite frankly, didn’t give a shit whether he liked her or not. There was enough turmoil in the world without his projected issues added on top. She hadn’t meant to get involved with the group, she hadn’t meant to run into Merle that day on the road, but it happened. There was no going back. And Daryl could huff and puff, he could be cold and aloof, he could do whatever the hell he wanted — it wasn’t Anna’s problem.

But…as Anna stared at him, watching his usual scowled expression relax for the first time since she’d met him, the infectious positive energy clearly affecting him as well, she couldn’t help but feel a pinprick of hurt.

Why did he hate her so much? She didn’t understand. She hadn’t done anything to him — at least, she didn’t think so. What could’ve possibly happened to warrant all the hostility from him?

Anna’s thoughts were halted when the cafeteria doors swung open and Jenner appeared, hefting a large crate into the room. The group perked up, eyeing the crate hungrily as he approached, placing it down onto the table with a huff.

“Tomorrow is never guaranteed,” Jenner suddenly announced, his gaze sweeping across the faces of his new guests before he reached into the crate and pulled out two bottles of wine. “So tonight we feast.”

A collective murmur spread across the group as they nodded their heads, some clapping, others cheering in agreement. Anna felt a smile spread across her face as she glanced over at Glenn who proceeded to tip his worn baseball hat in Jenner’s direction.

And then they feasted.

Spaghetti and meatballs, rice, baked beans, string beans, canned corn, canned pears, peanut butter, olives, cheese, crackers, and all the bottled water and wine they could stomach. It was as if the entire world around them wasn’t what it was — there were no walkers, no decimated cities, no bleak future. It was just a group of people, enjoying a nice meal and delicious wine, partaking in pleasant conversation — it was a glimpse of how life was before.

Jenner urged everyone to eat their fill, given the fact that most of the food wouldn’t last much longer and would end up going to waste.

No one needed to be told twice.

Anna scarfed down the meal in front of her, reveling in the lukewarm spaghetti, the nearly expired cheese, the canned meatballs. It was the best damn meal she’d had in her entire life and by the practically giddy expressions around her, it was safe to say she wasn’t the only one thinking that. She ate until her stomach rounded, finally filling up her loose jeans, the seemingly permanent rumble in her tummy ceasing.

“Sure you don’t want a drink?” Glenn offered later on, holding out the now almost empty bottle of wine towards her, his words slurred and cheeks flushed from the alcohol he’d been consuming throughout the night.

Anna had declined earlier, choosing instead to stick with water, unsure when it’d be so readily available again. “I’m sure,” she reiterated her answer, sighing contently, leaning back in her chair as she scanned the rest of the table, the room buzzing with laughter, flowing with booze.

“— not you, Glenn,” Daryl’s gruff voice suddenly interjected, drawing Anna’s attention.

“What?” Glenn sounded, caught off guard as a lazy smile tugged at his lips.

“Keep drinkin’, lil’ man. I wanna see how red your face can get,” the archer jeered, pouring himself another heaping glass of wine. Anna had never seen Daryl so relaxed, so playful, so… normal. It was a weird moment to observe, especially from a sober point of view, but she found a bewildered smile slipping across her features.

Daryl must’ve felt eyes on him because his gaze swiveled over towards Anna, the grin on his face faltering as he took in her bemused expression. A moment passed between them before a sudden clinking had them turning their attention towards Rick, the room instantly quieting.

“It seems ta’ me we haven’t thanked our host properly,” he announced, pulling himself to his feet as he raised his glass.

“He is more than jus’ our host,” T-Dog added with an incredulous chuckle, following suit as he toasted Jenner who sat silently at a separate table.

A collective murmur of cheers and thanks sounded throughout the room as everyone began to show their gratitude and appreciation for the man who had saved them all. Anna tipped her bottle of water towards the man, studying his pensive features, wondering what he was thinking about that had him so solemn all of the sudden.

But before she could ponder any further, another voice rang throughout the room. “So, Anna,” Dale suddenly declared, her head snapping towards him. “Why don’t you tell us a little bit about yourself?”

Anna felt the room instantly shift around her, all eyes trained her way, waiting for her response. She slowly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, glancing over at Glenn for support, but he merely shrugged and took a long swig of wine straight from the bottle. “Uh,” she mumbled, feeling her cheeks redden at the sudden attention. “Not much to tell, really,” she brushed off, scanning the faces of those around her uneasily.

“Oh, come on,” Dale laughed good-naturedly, leaning forward to rest his forearms on the table, seeming genuinely intrigued. “There’s gotta be something worth sharing, right?” he looked around the table for agreement, some members of the group nodding in response, before Dale turned back to study her from under his bushy brows. “Why don’t you tell us where you’re from?” he offered, his kind eyes showing nothing but encouragement.

Anna clasped her hands tightly in her lap, digging her thumbnail into the bandage wrapped around her injured palm. “I’m, uh, I’m originally from up North,” she offered quietly, shrugging a shoulder.

“Was wonderin’ why I couldn’t hear an accent,” Rick quipped, smiling supportively in her direction. “So what brought ya down South?” he asked curiously, taking a sip of wine from his glass, staring at Anna from over the rim.

Anna felt her stomach flip and worried for a moment that her meal would reappear on the table in front of her. “My family had to relocate about ten years ago — moved down to Virginia. It was more affordable,” she explained, wringing her hands together in her lap as she addressed the sheriff, wondering if this was how he acted during interrogations.

“Did you go to college? Study anything in school?” Dale pressed, clearly intrigued.

Anna scoffed lightly, shaking her head. “I actually didn’t go to college. Couldn’t afford it.”

“Dale, enough with the twenty questions,” Andrea suddenly snapped, speaking for the first time since they sat down. She looked thoroughly annoyed, rolling her eyes at the old man as she gulped down the rest of her wine.

“What?” Dale laughed, holding his hands out innocently. “Just making friendly conversation, that’s all.”

“It’s fine,” Anna interjected quickly, not wanting to start any drama between the two. If Dale wanted answers, well then damn it, she’d give him some. “I just worked after high school mostly — waitressing, bartending, whatever I could do to make a little cash. My brother worked at an auto shop, so between the two of us, the bills got paid,” she shrugged, answering what was bound to be Dale’s next question.

He nodded thoughtfully, resting his chin atop his clasped hands. “And what did your parents do?”

Anna clenched her jaw, pushing away the inkling of frustration she was beginning to feel, Dale’s inquisition bringing up all of the negative feelings she’d been trying to ignore, all of the pain and grief she’d worked so hard to push away. “My dad was an electrician. Lost his job a couple years back. My mom didn’t work. Spent most of her life in a hospital. We picked Virginia because there were doctor’s down here who could take care of her.”

The room stilled. Anna glanced around, the intensity of everyone’s gaze burning a hole into her flesh, so she trained her eyes down on her clasped hands instead. After a long moment of silence, Dale spoke once more. “Cancer?” he murmured.

Anna’s head jerked up, her gaze boring into his. “How —”

“My wife,” he cut her off before she could ask any further, leaning back in his chair with a heavy sigh. “My wife passed not too long ago from it. You’ve got that look in your eyes — I’ve got it, too. Devastating illness, I’ll say. Nothing you can do but sit and wait, watching the person you love just…just disappear,” he whispered that final word, looking as though he was reliving some kind of painful memory. Anna felt her eyes suddenly water and forced her gaze downward once more. “I’m sorry you had to go through that,” he finished earnestly, waiting until Anna looked back up to give her a compassionate nod.

“She survived the cancer,” Anna finally muttered, clenching her jaw. “It was the bite that got her.”

The room quieted further, so much so that a pin could drop and Anna would hear it. Her face felt hot under the group’s stare and she hated the pity she could sense in their gazes. She knew Dale meant well, that he was just trying to get to know her, but Anna wasn’t trying to relay her pathetic life story to a group of strangers. She cleared her throat quickly as everyone began breaking off into separate, quiet conversations, a tangible awkwardness that wasn’t there before masking the room.

“Glenn?” Anna murmured once the group’s attention left her, turning to face her newfound friend. “I think I’ll take that drink now.”

Glenn didn’t say anything in return. He simply shot her a sympathetic look and poured her a heaping glass of wine. Anna grabbed the glass with her trembling fingers, exhaling shakily as she chugged the contents in one, long swig. When she pulled the glass away from her lips, her eyes caught sight of Daryl sitting across the table — he was leaning back in his chair, arms crossed against his chest, pensive eyes boring into hers.

The archer was the only person still staring at her, the rest of the group having broken off into side conversations. Anna slowly wiped the moisture from her lips with the back of her hand, leveling his stare, wondering what he could possibly be thinking about in that moment. Her thoughts were interrupted when Glenn nudged her, offering her another glass of wine which she gratefully accepted, pulling her gaze from Daryl’s.

“So when ya gonna tell us what the hell happened here, Doc?” Shane suddenly inquired, his voice drowning out the rest as everyone quieted uncomfortably. “All the, uh, the other doctors that were supposed ta’ be figurin’ out what happened. Where are they?” he asked, glancing around the table as he grabbed his glass, ignoring the pointed stares he was receiving from the rest of the group.

“We’re celebratin’, Shane,” Rick immediately interjected, shooting his friend a look. “Don't need ta’ do this now.”

“Whoa, wait a second,” Shane held up his hand incredulously. “This is why we’re here, right? This was your move,” he continued, directing his words towards Rick. “Supposed ta’, ya know, find all the answers an’ instead we, uh, —“ he broke off, a disbelieving laugh slipping through his lips. “— we found him,” Shane jerked his thumb in Jenner’s direction, his expression turning serious. “We found one man. Why?” he demanded, turning his attention onto Jenner, waiting for him to answer.

A heavy silence settled over the room and Anna took another long drink, relishing in the burning sensation it brought in the pit of her stomach, the effects of the alcohol already warming her body. Maybe if she drank enough, this horribly, uncomfortable tension would disappear — so she took another hearty swig as Jenner suddenly spoke.

“Well, when things got bad, a lot of people just…left,” he began slowly. “Went off to be with their families. And when things got worse — when the military cordon got overrun — the rest bolted,” he murmured, eyes distant as he stared down at the table.

“Every last one?” Shane fired back, his expression smug like he didn’t believe a word Jenner was saying.

“No,” Jenner’s head snapped up, his fiery gaze boring into Shane’s. “Many couldn’t face walking out the door. They…opted out,” he managed, shooting Shane an aggravated look. “There was a rash of suicides,” he explained softly, the group around the table shifting awkwardly, some choosing to drink, others lowering their gazes. “That was a bad time,” he murmured, mostly to himself.

“You didn’t leave,” Andrea suddenly pointed out, genuinely interested. “Why?”

“I just kept working — hoping to do some good,” he finally replied, his tormented eyes locking with Andrea’s.

Another long moment of silence settled over the cafeteria, everyone trapped in their own thoughts, mulling over Jenner’s confession.

From the corner of her eye, Anna saw Glenn stand up and push away from the table. “Dude, you are such a buzzkill, man,” he mumbled in Shane’s direction, clearly annoyed with the reminder of the depressing reality they lived in.

The brief moment of peace had been nice while it lasted.

Everyone seemed ready to head their separate ways for the night, the lighthearted-dinner-turned-heavy having exhausted what little energy they had left. Jenner had brought the group down a long hallway lined with bedrooms, allowing everyone to pick a space to sleep in that night. The mood amongst the group perked up at the mention of something they never thought they’d experience again — a hot shower.

Anna made herself at home in a small, closet-sized bedroom at the end of the hall. There wasn’t much inside — just a rickety cot, a pillow and blanket, and a trunk at the end of the bed — but it was more than enough for her. She was most excited about the tiny bathroom attached to the room — she couldn’t even remember the last time she’d showered properly, her natural stench and those around her something she’d become accustomed to over the past few weeks.

But as she stood below the shower head, letting the scalding water wash over her bruised, tired body, cleansing her flesh of all the dirt and grime it had accumulated over the past few weeks, she felt rush of emotion clog her throat. It may have been the wine coursing through her veins, those two hearty glasses having taken advantage of her demolished tolerance, but for some reason, tears sprung to her eyes.

The CDC was a dead end. There was no one left. There was no cure. There was nothing. Anna wondered if Fort Benning would’ve held the same fate for her.

She sniffled softly, scrubbing her skin raw in the attempt to clean the filth from her body. She shampooed and conditioned her hair twice, a small, disbelieving laugh slipping through her lips as she finally washed the grease from her strands. Once she was done with the washing, she merely stood beneath the shower head, eyes closed, relishing in the moment, unsure when this small miracle would happen again.

The water began to chill and Anna quickly turned the faucet off, her lips frowning as a shiver wracked through her. “Nice while it lasted,” she murmured aloud, her words slightly slurred as she stumbled out of the shower. “Lightweight,” she muttered to herself, rolling her eyes as she grabbed a spare towel and wrapped it around her body.

She wasn’t a big drinker growing up — she spent most of her time working after she turned twenty-one, so she never went through that ‘party faze’ most people her age endured. She and Ben would have a beer after especially tough days at home, but other than that, her experience with alcohol was limited. She had to admit though — it felt pretty damn nice. Everything felt heavy and warm and foggy, like the world had muted around her — the brevity of calm was alluring.

In the midst of serenity, a sudden memory seeped through Anna’s mind.

Anna pushed open the creaking screen door that led outside, spotting Ben sitting on the crumbling front steps. “Hey,” she greeted softly, closing the door shut behind her.

Ben glanced at her from over his shoulder, giving her a short nod and patting the empty space next to him. “How was work?” he murmured as Anna took a seat.

Anna sighed heavily, resting her elbows on her knees. “It was fine. Pretty slow, so made shit tips,” she grumbled, staring at the deteriorating house across the street. It looked incredibly similar to her own — broken shutters, crumbling siding, the interior even worse. But it was cheap. It was affordable. And even though she and Ben were forced to share a tiny, closet-sized bedroom, they had a roof over their heads. That was all they could ask for.

“It’ll pick up,” Ben nodded, his ever-present positivity something Anna envied — although as she peeked a glance at him, she couldn't help but feel that something was off, that something was bothering him.

She nudged his side gently. “What’s up with you?”

Ben exhaled, rubbing a hand over his haggard face, his fingers still stained with grease from his shift at the auto shop earlier that day. He reached for something near his feet, picking up a half-empty beer bottle and taking a long swig before offering it over to Anna. She took a sip, swishing the lukewarm liquid around in her mouth, her stomach unsettled by Ben’s lack of response.

She nudged him again. “Come on, talk to me,” she murmured, locking her fingers around the bottle.

Ben dug the heel of his boot onto the concrete steps, absently brushing his fingertips over the growing stubble on his chin. “Anna, I’m moving out,” he finally mustered.

Anna studied his features for a long moment before turning her eyes downward, studying the beer bottle’s label. She wasn’t surprised. She knew eventually this was going to happen and she’d been preparing for it. “When?” she mumbled.

Ben sighed again. “Couple of days.”

Anna scoffed softly. Now, that she wasn’t expecting. “Where?”

Her brother fidgeted for a moment beside her and she knew by that short pause, she wouldn’t like his answer. “Atlanta.”

Anna’s head snapped up, her fiery gaze boring into his guilty one. “Atlanta?” she shot back incredulously. “You’re moving out of state?”

“It’s not that far,” he defended, rolling his eyes.

“It’s like fourteen hours away, Ben,” she protested, trying to mask how hurt she felt.

Ben shook his head slightly, training his eyes on the house across the street. “It’s nine hours and thirteen minutes, actually.”

Anna scoffed once more, feeling a swell of tears cloud her vision, but she quickly pushed them away. “Well, it might as well be on the other side of the country.”

“Anna, I’m twenty-eight years old. How many twenty-eight-year-olds do you know still live at home?” Ben snapped, huffing in annoyance.

“Our situation is different and you know that,” she shot back pointedly.

“Bullshit!” Ben cussed, standing abruptly, beginning to pace the small portion of sidewalk in front of the steps. “Mom and Dad need to start taking care of themselves — it shouldn’t be on us. We’re their kids, for Christ’s sake! Not the other way around!”

Anna’s brow furrowed, this rare outburst from her brother something she wasn’t used to seeing. “Ben —”

“I mean, at some point we’ve gotta start living for ourselves, right?” he continued, bulldozing over her attempt to calm him. “Right?” he pressed, waiting for Anna’s reply.

She took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Right,” she finally murmured, squeezing her eyes shut. Her brother was right. He was always right.

When she opened her eyes, Ben was standing in front of her, his expression troubled as he moved to sit beside her once more. “I want you to come with me.”

“I can’t,” Anna retorted before she could even mull over his offer.

Ben shot her an exasperated look. “Well, you can’t stay here.”

“I have to,” Anna shrugged helplessly. “We can’t both leave, Ben.”

“Well, I’m not leaving you alone in this shit-hole neighborhood, in a house that’s about three seconds from caving in on itself,” he fired back, gritting his teeth together in frustration. “You’re twenty-two now and — Jesus, Anna, these are supposed to be the best years of your life. And all you do is work and take care of Mom,” he sighed, his tone soft, expression tense. “What the fuck kinda life is that?”

“Ben, I’m okay,” Anna murmured, nodding her head, trying her best to appear convincing. “Look, it’s not like I’ll be here forever. It’s temporary. And when Dad finds a job, or when Mom’s feeling better, maybe — maybe then I can go.”

A long moment of silence passed where neither of them spoke. “Okay,” Ben suddenly voice, nodding his head. “Okay, we’ll wait until then.”

A look of confusion flashed across Anna’s face. “What’d you —”

“I’m not leaving you. It’s not happening. I’m not gonna go off and leave you to deal with all this shit by yourself,” he stated, steadfast in his change of heart. “Fuck that.”

“Ben, no. I promise I’m fine. You need to do this and —”

“Not without you, Annie. I’m not going anywhere without you.”

Anna felt a pang of guilt shoot through her. “C’mon, Ben. I’m not a little kid anymore. I can take care of myself.”

“Anna —”

“No, listen to me for a second,” Anna interjected firmly, waiting until Ben nodded for her to continue. “Ben, you’ve taken care of me my entire life. Ever since I was four years old and afraid to sleep by myself during thunderstorms,” a quiet laugh bubbled out of Anna as Ben’s eyes softened. “You’ve done more for me than anyone else ever has. So please…please just do this one thing for yourself.”

Ben shook his head slowly, expression torn. “But —”

“No,” Anna snapped, cutting him off. “No, I don’t wanna hear it. I will be just fine. I promise,” she pronounced each word clearly, hoping she’d get through to her brother. “It’s temporary, remember?”

Ben sighed after a lingering moment, long and heavy, shaking his head slightly. “You’ve gotta stop putting everyone else’s needs before your own.”

Anna quirked a smile, ignoring the lump forming in her throat. “I blame you, big brother. You’re the one that raised me, after all,” she teased, but somehow, her words came out heavier than intended.

Ben just shook his head once more, shoulder slumped in defeat. “You’re really not gonna come with me?” he murmured, glancing at Anna from the corner of his eye.

Anna gnawed on her bottom lip for a moment before quirking her brow. “No guy wants their little sister crashing at their bachelor pad — total buzzkill,” she smirked.

Ben nudged her with his elbow. “I don’t mind. You can be my wing woman — help me pick up chicks,” he waggled his eyebrows at her and Anna felt a laugh push its way out from deep in her gut.

“Maybe when I come to visit,” she grinned, taking a swig from the beer bottle before passing it back to her brother.

Ben brought the bottle to his lips, finishing its contents, before slinging an arm around Anna’s shoulders and pressing a kiss to the side of her head. “Whenever you’re ready to leave, you’ve got a place with me. You know that, right?”

A soft smile spread across Anna’s features despite the growing pain in her heart. Still, she sighed, resting her head on Ben’s shoulder. “Right.”

Anna snapped back to reality as another chill coursed through her.

That had been five years ago — five years ago that she and Ben had sat on those steps and had that conversation. She’d had every intention of picking up and moving to Atlanta, but for some reason, it’d never happened. Her dad had never found a job with steady income, her mom’s health had only deteriorated, and she herself had never found the courage to make that final step.

Anna had visited Ben a handful of times once he’d moved — she’d drive to the city and stay the weekend, he’d show her around and introduce her to his new friends, and they’d talk about what her life would look like once she made the move herself. But over the years, time and distance ran its natural course and Anna found herself seeing less and less of her big brother…

Anna quickly pushed away the painful memory and toweled off before she wiped the steam from the bathroom mirror, getting a good look at herself clean for the first time in God knows how long. Although she was much bonier now, her face worn and tired, she was beginning to see a semblance of who she used to be — maybe there was hope in this place after all.

She grabbed a clean comb from one of the sink drawers and went to work untangling the mess of knots her hair had become. It took her a solid twenty minutes to undo the damage done, but in the end, her hair was clean, combed and looking healthy.

Anna found some spare clothes in the trunk at the foot of the bed and slipped into them — she tried to ignore the nagging thoughts of who these clothes used to belong to. They were a bit loose on her, the sweatpants hanging off her hips and the t-shirt baggy, but they were clean. This was turning out to be one of the best nights of her life.

After getting all settled, feeling fresh and like herself again, Anna felt the sudden urge to explore. When would this opportunity ever come again? The CDC was a fortress. There were no hidden dangers lurking, no untended to threats waiting to strike. And it wasn’t like she was going to sleep much — her mind was a constant ticking time bomb, her dreams plagued with nightmares. She wanted to explore.

Anna crept out of her room, the hallway quiet, the rest of the group having either turned in for the night or off doing something else. She meandered down hall after hall, peeking into the rooms with open doors — she checked out the recreational room where she ran into Carol and the kids, she found the library, the walls covered with hundreds of dusty books — before she decided to try upstairs.

She found the elevator Jenner had brought them to when they’d first arrived and made her way up to the main floor. The lobby was eerily quiet, vast and vacant, concealed in darkness as she walked out of the elevator. But as soon as she entered the space, the main lights automatically turned on, sensing her presence.

She spotted the main doors that her group had arrived at earlier that night, the steel door returned firmly in place. Tilting her head up, she breathed in awe at that cascading glass windows that lined the broad ceiling. But just as she turned to make her way back towards the elevator, she spotted someone slouched on the staircase near the front window.

“Glenn?” Anna murmured softly, recognizing his trademark baseball cap first.

His head snapped in her direction, a lazy smile slipping across his features. “Anna!” he grinned, holding his arms out, one hand clasped firmly around the neck of a wine bottle.

Anna snorted a laugh. “What the hell are you doing up here? Sitting in the dark, might I add?” she pointed out as she approached the stairs.

“Oh, the, uh…” Glenn fumbled for the right words, scratching the side of his head. “The lights! Yeah, the — the lights turned off an’ I, uh, didn’t really kinda know how to sorta turn them on,” he shrugged, words slurred and incoherent. “Oh...well, m’ drunk,” he hiccuped, resting his elbows on the stair behind him.

Anna rolled her eyes, sighing as she took a seat beside Glenn on the stairway. “They’re motion sensors, I think,” she murmured, glancing out the window that gave sight to the outdoors. In the distance, she could spot the RV, but in front of that was a graveyard full of the dead. She shivered when she realized that she could’ve very well been one of them had Jenner not allowed them inside.

“Here,” Glenn mumbled, passing her the bottle of wine, which she happily accepted, taking a long swig.

“So, are you originally from around here?” Anna inquired, taking one more sip before passing it back to Glenn.

He shook his head. “Michigan. Moved — uh, moved to Atlanta after college. Got a job —” he hiccuped, “— deliverin’ pizzas. It was awesome. Was livin’ the dream,” he sang the last couple of words, using the wine bottle as a microphone before swaying from where he sat, his skin losing its color all of the sudden.

“Oh, boy, you really are drunk,” Anna laughed, grabbing his shoulder to stop his swaying.

Glenn groaned, dropping his head down to his chest and rubbing his eyes. “S’ Daryl’s fault,” he grumbled incoherently. “He — he wanted this and — and now,” hiccup, “now he got it.”

Anna felt the corner’s of her mouth quirk up as she patted Glenn’s back understandingly. She sighed softly, resting her elbows on her knees, her chin in her hand. Thoughts of the archer suddenly invaded her mind and although she’d promised herself she wasn’t going to bother with Daryl anymore, something was nagging at her. It could’ve been the booze, ‘liquid courage' as Ben used to say, but Anna found herself speaking before she could stop herself. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Mhm?” Glenn hummed, forcing his gaze towards her.

Anna paused, tucking a strand of her still-wet hair behind her ear, carefully formulating her next words. “What’s the deal with Daryl?” she spoke slowly, cautiously, part of her chastising herself for breaking her ‘no more Dixon drama’ rule.

But she couldn't help herself — it was now or never. She was intoxicated and Glenn probably wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning anyway.

So it was time to get some fucking answers.

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A/N : Oh man, I can’t wait until y’all see what I’ve got in store for you in the next chapter...

Lots happened in this chapter!

Thanks to Dale’s interrogation, we got to learn a bit about Anna.

Shoutout to @jodiereedus22 for inspiring that little flashback moment! Ugh, I just love Anna and Ben’s relationship - even though he left, but can you blame the man?!

Also, loving the budding friendship between Anna and Glenn/drunk Glenn.

And next chapter...we’re finally getting some answers involving the mystery that is Daryl Dixon! Stay tuned!

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The Demon (Part two)

(A work of fiction, contains adult themes and situations.)

Four months earlier.

Jesus Christ could this lecture be anymore boring. Who cares about the medieval era? Fucking seriously, English nobles taking advantage of English peasants all at the leisure of a king whom them sucked up to for a few months in court....what’s that noise?

“Mr Damon...Mr Damon!!” A loud, shrill voice called out.

My eyes snap straight back down as they had been looking directly at the ceiling and I had the look of one who had just been woken up from the deepest of day dreams.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I just was thinking deeply about your lecture, Dr Chance.” I stammered out. Dr Chance was the gatekeeper to my masters program, my advisor, and not really the woman you wanted to cross this early in the semester.

A terse look from the blonde headed professor. “Thinking deeply? By counting the ceiling tiles one by one? Pay attention Mr Damon, I have thrown out smarter students for a lot less.” The entire class laughed at the obvious non-joke/threat. At that realization my eyes shot to the teachers assistant desk and landed on the person sitting behind it. Now I don’t consider myself weak minded or weak willed, but there was something about the woman sitting behind that desk that seemed to radiate absolute perfection. She was shorter than me by barely an inch, which was perfect. Light brown hair, a nice figure with breast and ass to match her athletic build. Not to thin, but not to big. Anna was the thing dreams were made of, especially mine as of late.

And to my abject hidden horror she too was getting a laugh out of my predicament. My eyes shot back to Dr Chance, and her look had gone from terse to disapproving, so I did the only thing I could do. I tucked my tail, hung my head, and spoke my apologies with an air of slight submission. “I’m sorry ma’am, it won’t happen again.” Not that I was adverse to apologizing it just took a lot for me to eat humble pie and choke it down.

My offering seemed to have satisfied Dr Chance and she continued her lecture like nothing ever happened. And after my heart rate went down, my eyes moved and settled back on the thing in the room I loved to watch more than the ceiling, my eyes settled on Anna again. I’m not sure if you can call it a crush, maybe a slight infatuation, but I’m certain Anna would correct me immediately and tell me those words mean the same thing. Anna was the captain of the universities women’s track team and two years my senior. I joined the track team on scholarship, I held every high school record around, and those schools who gave a damn about their track program came to me all my senior year of high school. I am fast, some people would say I was too fast to be real sometimes. But it was my lone physical gift as it seemed and I took full advantage of it.

I think I had felt this way about her from the moment I saw her at the first full team meeting. And for awhile, I had thought she saw me the same way.

I was broken out of my trip down memory lane by the sudden sound of chairs moving and things being put away. I stood up and put my own things away and felt a moment of pure horror wash over me. Dr Chance was staring right at me. My eyes met hers and I knew I was doomed she jerked her head back and I groaned inwardly. I slung my bag over my shoulder and made my way down to the front of the room, Anna was just crossing in front of my.

“Talk to you later Gabe.” She said smiling to me.

When confronted with such a smile you couldn’t help but smile back. “You to Princess Anna. Text me if you wanna get the band together for coffee.”

Anna nodded smiling brightly, “I haven’t seen some of them in awhile. We should do that! I’ll let you know.”

The band was our group of elites from the track team, led by our Princess, there were five of us. The Giant, the Angel, the Jester, and me, the Demon. Anna left the room and there was a sharp sound heard and my eyes looked back to the tutting Dr Chance. “If you are done flirting, my office ten minutes. And don’t even tell me you have another class when we both know you don’t.” And at that the good professor stormed out of her office.

I was left with a look that was between mild embarrassment and happiness at my conversation with Anna. Which shouldn’t make me happy. Anna was with Daniel. And Daniel was protective, but there wasn’t anything wrong with a little conversation. I turned and headed out of the classroom walking to the nearby drink machine and got out of it whatever random flavor of sports drink was inside. Today’s flavor was red.

Soon enough I found myself outside of Dr Chance’s office and I knocked before hearing something that sounded like a “come in” greeting. I opened the door and closed it behind myself I turned and looked at Dr Chance and smiled trying to diffuse the situation that had come up in class.

“Listen, Doctor, I didn’t mean to go into a daze in the middle of your lecture and I know it’s very rude...”

“Shut up!” The tone of her voice would make a charging elephant stop in its tracks. “Gabriel, I know you are better than this and these lame excuses. You may have made it to undergrad on the power of your legs, but you got into my program because of that walnut between your ears.”

The usage of my first name immediately disarmed me and I nodded. “Aunt Rachel, I am sorry. I just...don’t know what’s wrong.” I said Aunt, but that’s just what was drilled into my head. Rachel Chance was a good friend to my mother something about high school, when I needed a place to go when my mother went missing her house was the place, she was more of my mother than anyone, and mother of my best friend.

Dr Chance sighed and motioned to the chair in front of her desk which I sat in. “Gabriel, you don’t seem as focused. You are still running and working out with the track team. Is not competing the problem here?”

I shook my head. “No ma’am, like I said I don’t know what’s wrong with me recently.”

Her fingers steepled in front of her face and she sighed, leaning back and brushing some of that red hair out of her face. “Nicole has told me you haven’t been coming around to spend time with her as much.”

My eye twitched a little. “Nikki, has been busy with Jeremy...and I...”

“You two have been joined at the hip forever, so don’t give me that shit, Gabriel.” Cut off again, but her tone was very motherly. “We are just worried about you. Give her a call, please, she misses you and cares about you.”

I nodded slowly and mumbled. “I will call her tonight. Anything else? I need to hit the evening run with the team.”

Rachel shook her head and motioned my dismissal. “Don’t day dream in my class, Mr Damon.”

“Aye, aye, Dr Chance.” I stood and made my way out of her office and turned to head out, walking over to where my bike was parked. I knelt and unlocked it from the rack, and put my book bag next to my gym bag and climbed on. I oriented the bike in the direction of the track practice field and began peddling my way there at a good pace, Dr Chance had made me late and I wanted to get a good workout.

It didn’t take me long before I arrived and parked my bike locking it back to the rack, I untied my gym bag from the bike and walked to go and change. The smell of the locker room was, well as pleasant as it could be, the team was already out running. I left the locker room and didn’t bother with a stretch, I just wanted to run. It was where I felt the most me, the most liberated, with the freedom to do as I wanted. It was like being surrounded in a bubble of noiseless light. Nothing could penetrate it, nothing escaped it. I ran and ran, the track fell away, the lights over the field went out and I just felt the wind against my face and my mind relaxed fully. It wasn’t until I felt...wet that I stopped. It had begun to rain. I hate the rain, he cursed the weather gods and ran back into the locker room grabbed my gym bag and beat a hasty retreat back to my bike.

The bike ride home was miserable, it was raining hard and it was a good fifteen minute ride back to my apartment. By the time I arrived I was drenched, my bags were wet, but sturdy enough to keep the rain out. I carried my bike under the awning and locked it to the railing then went up those familiar steps down to my apartment.

My building had four units, two upstairs and two down, and right now I was the only one occupying any of them. They were originally slated to be set aside for scholarship track members, but their accommodations had been improved and there were just no new tenants yet for the abandoned rooms. The lack of neighbors meant the only socialization I got was at school and here recently I didn’t even care for that. I lived alone, and that was just fine for me.

Imagine then my surprise when I came to my door and in front of it was a shivering mess of clothes and hair. Hair I recognized, then the slight crying voice that followed it, it was Anna. I rushed to kneel next to her my bags hitting the floor on either side of me. I looked her over and on closer inspection I noticed she was more than wet, she was dirty, her top was torn and her pants were ripped. It looked like she had fallen down a hill or three. My hands instinctively went to her shoulders and when they did she leaned into me and looked up to me. Her lip was busted open, and there was a sadness deep in her eyes. But what she said next...what she said next changed everything.

“G-Gabe...fuck me...please...”

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justtryingyaknow · 6 years

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A Trip to the Doctor

Greylina drabble! Just a modern AU where Carolina has to see a doctor for her eyes and oh shit the doctor’s a goddess.

Word count 770 ish (I already forgot but I know it was 77 something)

“My eyesight is fine.” Carolina hisses at her brother. “I can tell you exactly how many birds are on that phone line. There are 12.” No one with bad eyesight could count the small, nearly indiscriminate shapes beyond the patio. “I have better eyes than you, accept it.” Carolina sips her beer with satisfaction. Lunch always ends up like this.

“I-” Epsilon starts a point then decidedly looks down at the menu. Carolina loves when she’s won. He lifts up the specials page. “Carolina, what does this say.”

“Summer salad, fennel with-” Without a thought, Carolina extends her arm, grumbling. He has to be so trying sometimes.

“Closer. Put it closer to your face. You know, like a normal person reading something would.” Epsilon rips the paper from her hands and holds it a few inches from her face. Carolina squints, not so confident anymore.

“Summer salad, fennel… with… ?” She can’t read it. “No one reads things this close, Epsilon. You-”

“You’re farsighted.” Epsilon smiles, a complete know-it-all. Suddenly the grin drops. “Oh fuck. You drove us here.”

Carolina waits in the red vinyl chair. She’s already failed the eyesight test administered by the optician tech, and now she waits to meet the doctor her brother recommended. He had said she was uncomfortably delightful and it seemed a nonsense thing to say until Dr. Grey entered the room. Carolina looks up to see a petite woman in a white jacket give a cheery wave.

“Hello there Ms. Church!” She offers a small hand which Carolina envelops easily.

“Please, call me Carolina.” The tiny doctor has a surprisingly hard handshake. Some might think it’s a nicety to go by first names but Carolina does it to forget her namesake. She ought to get a new surname.

“Alrighty then, Carolina. So what seems to be the problem with your eyes.” Carolina is aware that the doctor is smiling, though she can’t make out the specifics of the expression. Her hair is dark and cut short with a blur of bangs covering her eyebrows. Her eyes are brown.

“I can’t read things when they’re close. My brother-”

“Ah yes, Epsilon. Another patient of mine. His eyes are absolutely terrible, it’s a wonder he got anywhere before he got the glasses. Let me tell you! He has some of the most oblong eyes I have seen. And I have seen a good number of eyes! Oh and his sclera!” Grey clucks her tongue, as though recalling something. “Oh darn that doctor patient nonsense. You won’t tell right?” Her laugh is… enchanting. Carolina feels a heat in her face.

“I can’t promise I won’t mock his oblong eyes or disastrous sclera, Dr. Grey. Who could resist mocking someone’s sclera.”

“Do you know what the sclera is, Carolina?” Grey’s words aren’t implied to be rude, though Carolina is well aware that she is being called out.

“It doesn’t come up much in the field, Ma’am.”

“Ooh, ma’am. Don’t age me too much!” Her laugh stops Carolina’s heart again. “Alright, now rest your chin on this bar and we’ll see how oblong your eyes are, Ma’am.”

Carolina laughs and follows instructions, dutifully telling Grey which one is better and which one is worse. Through the little eye openings she reads letter after letter, watches the glass lense flip over and over. At some point, they all blur together. G I E H F… And then there’s a soft face in her line of sight.

The doctor’s eyes are not just brown. They are unendingly deep, with a sparkle of glee ever present. Her eyelids glimmer with the faintest shade of rose-gold dust, even in the dim lighting. Her smile touches them; her cheeks raising up until she is squinting slightly. Her bangs are cut into a blunt V, cutting across her forehead. Her skin is tanned and looks unbelievably soft and undeniably, Carolina wants to touch it. She wants to slide her thumb across her cheekbones and feel the shape of her cupid’s bow under her own lips. And suddenly the vision is gone.

“Alright, hate to say it,” the phoropter is pulled away and Carolina is thrust back into the world of hazy shapes. Dr. Grey becomes an alluring, though undefined, figure before her. “Your brother was right. You definitely have terrible vision! Really, how long have you been driving around like this? You, missy, are a danger to society!”

Carolina smiles. “How long until I can get lenses and see again?” She’s itching for the clear vision she had had for a brief moment, as well as the chance to view the subject again.

“Aren’t you excited! It must be odd to suddenly find out that you’ve been seeing worse than a bat for so long. What are you most excited to look at now?”

“You.”

#greylina #dr grey rvb #agent carolina rvb #short fic #fanfiction #fanfic #and rvb character obviously #red vs blue #look up what a phoropter is #i did #because i saw this in a vision and dude #i just like the idea of lina just leaning way too into it #and grey being aware #like omg #this dumb lesbian #she's so into me

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wlwhc · 6 years

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A to Z Fluff - Lena Luthor

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(A/N):

FINALLY SOME LENA FLUFF

I apologize for the low quality of this thing, I’m doing my best at writing on my phone since Tumblr on my PC does not let me post anything, Idk why

I also have to put the codes like and you guys know I write long things so…it’s making me crazy, sorry for any grammar mistakes to JUST SORRY FOR EVERYTHING OKAY?

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A= Attractive.

what do they find attractive about the other

Your hands, off all things, this angel find your hands to be the most attractive part of your already unbelievable attractive body. Is not just because she’s a thirsty gay, is also because she finds your hand movements to be as graceful as art itself. You use your hands a lot to be express yourself, from a simple point of view to a delicate touch that reminds her how much you love her, she loves your hands.

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B= Baby

Do they want a family? Why? / Why not?

Y E S. But not soon, she would love have kids with you, two or three as much, but she doesn’t want to rush things and she has the company and too much work, she likes her work, so she want to have a family with you when the right time comes, and she knows she’ll have time for you and the baby(ies). *whispers* and she wants a girl

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C= Cuddle

How do they cuddle?

The tighter you hold her the better. She will be so close to you, she just loves to dive into your arms and forget about the world and the weigh of the company on her shoulders. A lot of neck kisses oh my god, this girl, she just can’t help it, she will see a little bit of skin and she’ll have to kiss it!

Also, don’t even try to get up from that couch or she’ll murder you with a glare, or she’ll do grabby hand and will pout and you’ll probably die from so much cuteness.

She’s really needy for affection, most of the times she’s between your legs or sitting on your lap, either way, she will always manage to hide in the crook on your neck if she gets sleepy, and she’s always holding your hands.

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D= Dates

what are dates with them like?

A lot of laughs and gossip. You want dates for her to be fun, so you always manage to make her laugh and complain about her Co-workers if necessary, she loves the awful nicknames you give them.

“so, it’s monkey ass face bothering you again? ”

“no, this time is Assbut”

“ugh freaking Assbut, he’s worst than coin face”

But there’s also heavy flirting and a lot of compliments, specifically from her part. A lot of lips bites too, thirsty gay mode on.

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E= Everything

You are my ____ (e.g my life, my world)

“You’re my everything, I see you everywhere I laid my eyes to, I hear you in every melody, I don’t how you did it y/n, but I’m immersed in your world, and I don’t think I can get out of it”

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F= Feeling

When they did know they were falling in love?

She noticed it, it was subtle almost non-existing but it was there, her smile was bigger when you were around her, her body would nonchalantly get closer to you like a magnet, she knew what was happening… And she didn’t hold back.

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G= Gentle

Are they gentle with you? if so, how?

She’s such a sweetheart. She’s really sweet and soft with you, even when she has to be firm or spat the truth at your face she will do it with a soft voice, never raising it or looking threatening.

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H= Hand/Hold

How do they like to hold hands?

It’s subtle, sometimes people misread it as a common thing because she will hold your hand mostly to drag you from place to place on the company. But you know that is not actually it, she is not a big fan of PDA.

She loves to hold your hand while she’s taking with you, softly caressing it with her thumb.

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I= Impression

First Impression/s

Stunning, you are stunning and oh my she was dying to talk to you. She nervously aproches you, your eyes focus on your project, clearly interested on whatever thing you were writing down. She clears her throat, calling your attention, and when she started talking to you asking about your project, she was stunned. You are not only gorgeous, but smart too!

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J= Joker

Are they into pulling pranks?

Yes, that devilish smirk of her should be enough for you to noticed when she is going to prank you. From little jumps scares, to dyeing your hair, but nothing that may hurt you, it’s just to get revenge on something or just to have some laughs.

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K= Kisses

How do they kiss?

Extremely good, she will kill you, or revive you, she has no in between. Sometimes she will suck the life out of your tiny body with those hungry kisses that will also make you weak, or will revived you with those sweet sweet kisses where you are sure angels are singing and bells are ringing.

She is a sucker for lip bites, so be prepared my friend, she will eat you. A hand in your neck, so she can deep the kiss, another hand either on your waist or hip, she’ll grip you tightly. Her lips are so fucking sOFT.

Will absolutely don’t give a damn sometimes and make out with you on her office, sometimes neck kisses will be involve and she LOVES, Neck kisses.

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L= litttle things

what little things do they love/notice?

You stumble over your words everytime you’re excited. And she can’t help but love it, she thinks is adorable.

Another thing she noticed is how handworker you are, you even spend more hours working that her. And even though she’s your boss, she can’t get you out of your office, too busy with your project. She sees your passion and interest in your project, she loves it. Because no matter how tired you are, you always smile at her at the end on the night when she asks you about how’s your project.

And a thing that she loves, is how protective you are, even though you said otherwise. You show this with little gestures, a lunchbox on her office, giving her your jacket when it’s raining, arguing with anyone that dares to throw dirt on her name. You care, she noticed that you care.

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M= Memory

they favorite moments together

That moment after falling asleep. A lot of things can happen, but the best thing is that it’s just Lena and you, no one else to bother, just your girlfriend and you. Lena adores this moment, when she can kiss you and talk to you with the comfort of her pajamas and bed.

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N= Nickel

Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?

“Aw what a cute Puppy-LENA PUT THAT MONEY DOWN”

“but I want to buy it for you!”

She is rich, she is in love, she will spoil you to death, I think that there’s no need to explain this. Whatever you want, look or even just thought about, you will have it, no discussion.

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O= Orange

what color reminds them of their other half?

Your favorite color

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P= Petnames

What pet-names do they use?

Dear - Babe - Love -Sweetheart - Baby - Dr. Y/L/N (kinky cinnamon roll)

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Q= Questions

what are the questions they’re always askin?

Have you eaten yet?

Being a scientist and working for such an important company plus you being very passionate about your work, would always lead you to forget about taking care of yourself, your take more care of Lena that yourself. So Lena has to remind you to take a break, just like you do with her. The biggest problem with you is food, sometimes you will forgot to eat, so Lena is always asking you if you had something to eat.

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R= Remember

Their favorite memory of each other

That moment when it was just you and her, alone, in a blanket fort at 4 am after she had a nightmare, product of the countless times when she almost faced death. She needed to get herself out of that dark world, so you build a blanket fort, drag her inside and begin talking about future projects she wanted to do, needless to say, she forget all about her nightmare, and got consumed by your voice, messy hair and paper mess.

I know a look people will think this is not romantic or shit, and you’re right, but it was what she needed, no sugary words or endless promises about keeping her safe, she needed someone to be there for her. You didn’t got scared or pity her, you were there for her, and you know when she needs to be hold and when to be distracted. You are her friend, not only her beloved, and that’s something she hadn’t figure it out yet… Until that day.

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S= Sad

How they cheer themselves / each other up

Disney marathons + cuddles

Lena loves it, sometimes you’ll have to sneak some alcohol to the mix but sometimes is not even necessary, your warmth is enough for her.

She will cheer you up with kisses, cuddles and going out to do something out of the ordinary to make you forget about whatever had upset you.

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T= Talking

what do they love talking about?

Science. You’re the only one that can understand her, and geek out with her. From Stars Wars conversations to the theories and number and oh my lord she won’t stop geeking.

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U= Universe

Use a metaphor, what are they to each other? (e.g he was the universe, ever-changing and mysterious)

“She is made up of words that not anyone can understand, her mind is a dictionary of sadness and headache, her heart is a poetry book for the hopeless, she is the prettiest song, the most meaningful haiku, nd the longest novel, It takes a while to read her, Seconds to love her, And a lifetime to forget her”

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V= Very___

they thoughts about each other (e.g she’s very smart, he’s very stubborn, they’re very annoying)

she’s can be very childish with you, you’re very fond of her, she’s very soft with you, you’re very smart

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W= Why

Reason why the love each other

You’re her everything. You’re not just a lover, someone to hold at night, you’re also her friend, and even though she has Kara, is still weird for her to have friends, and now she has you. You’re there for her, good times and bad times no matter what happens you are there, you listen to her and also know when to keep your mouth shout, but most important, you don’t have doubts about her, about the weight on her shoulders, about her turning “evil” , you trust her with your life, and that…that made her dive into you, that made her heart feel safe.

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X= Xylophone

What’s they’re song?

Coldplay - Something just like this

Url: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FM7MFYoylVs

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Y= You the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookie to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

You’re the force to my Jedi

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Z= Zebra

if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?

#lena luthor #lena luthor imagines #lena luthor imagine #lena luthor x reader #lena x reader #katie mcgrath #supergirl #supergirl headcanons #supergirl imagines #supercorp #a to z #fluff #fem!reader

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zoemurph · 6 years

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to have a friend, chapter 10: $233

on ao3 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

haha im dying!

thank you for being patient. i have one essay left, a group project (that includes another essay :P), a final quiz, a flash fiction piece, and a final. and i'm done with my first semester of college? i'm actually...taking next semester off so...probably more consistent updates after this. phew. oh and i won nano? wild

i'm exhausted and genuinely don't like at least 75% of this chapter, but it's done. please please p l e a s e read the end notes for a little disclaimer thanks

warnings: anxiety, depression, panic attacks, let me know if any other warnigns should be added

enjoy~

Sometimes Connor has the really strong urge to hold Evan’s hand.

It’s a weird feeling. This desire to just reach out and take Evan’s hand in his own and not even say anything, just hold it.

Sometimes Connor thinks that romantic feelings are bullshit. Especially when it’s seven in the morning and Evan sees him waiting by the locker and lights up like the goddamn sun and Connor’s stomach tries to become an Olympic gymnast.

Like right now.

Evan stands next to Connor, their arms almost touching, as he talks to Alana. They’re still trying to figure out a name for their club, because for whatever reason, Alana refuses to use The Fuck Project.

Jared thinks it’s hilarious, which has somehow worked against the name.

Alana is going on about the details. Evan nods, and he probably knows what’s going on, but Connor’s zoned out. Alana has this in the bag and also Connor isn’t actually involved in their little pet project. Even if the initial idea did come from Alana being way too fucking nosy.

She’s nice when she’s not picking Connor’s brain.

So Alana and Evan talk and Connor stands and people pass them and time until the next class starts ticks down and down and down. It’s a nice moment. Weirdly calm. For once, Connor doesn’t feel entirely awful, despite where he is and everything about himself.

He still wants to hold Evan’s hand.

It’s not like Connor actively tries to think about it. The opposite, in fact. As soon as thoughts about dating Evan pop up, he shoves them to the very back of his brain. He quarantines them away in the darkest corners, because thinking about it hurts.

Evan has made himself a constant in Connor’s life. But a temporary constant. Which is weird and annoying and tiring. Sometimes Connor’s emotions bubble up inside him and threaten to spill out and then Evan will give him this look when Connor pays him and everything just vanishes. Evan looks at Connor and all Connor’s thoughts shrink back and go ‘fuck never mind’.

That doesn’t mean that he’s actually good about not thinking it. He’s getting worse, actually. It’s turning into a mild problem.

Evan can just look at Connor and Connor’s heart will flip and his mind will be consumed with ‘holy fuck I would date the shit out of him’.

He would. Connor has absolutely zoned out staring at Evan on multiple occasions. He keeps passing it off as being tired and honestly it’s a miracle that Evan hasn’t started asking about Connor’s sleep schedule— which is a disaster but isn’t why Connor keeps staring Evan.

Connor keeps staring at Evan because his brain is a fucking traitor and likes to think about what it would be like to kiss Evan.

Of all the boys to fall in love with, Connor had to go and fall in love with Evan Hansen.

Connor checks his phone under his desk. It’s been facedown on his desk — he’s making an attempt in calculus because he’s doing a really shit job right now and he has to pass because he literally cannot spend a day longer in this hellscape than he has to — but he can see the screen lighting up repeatedly.

From: Ev To: Connor AR eyou in clasright no w Of cours e youre in c alss where els e wi oudl you b Im so ryrcan you g et out ?

Connor squints at the board. There are x’s and t’s and some other bullshit that he doesn’t understand. A lot of lines and marks.

Fuck.

He opens another conversation.

From: dickbag To: assface you any good at calc?

Jared replies surprisingly fast. Actually, not so surprisingly. Connor is actually not surprised at all that Jared uses his phone in class.

From: assface To: dickbag ive got a mean b in calc bc y

Connor raises his hand and asks to go to the bathroom. The teacher waves him out the door and keeps teaching.

From: assface To: dickbag i have to do something and i need to not fail you willing to tell me what the fuck is happening?

From: Connor To: Ev where are you? got out of class

Connor heads to the bathroom, because he’s already on the third floor and that’s where Evan was last time. And it’s the closest bathroom. His phone buzzes in his hand as he hurries through the hall and he tries not to groan when it’s just Jared.

From: dickbag To: assface no promises but i can try dont know y ur coming to me lmao also i charge $10/hr

From: assface To: dickbag fine but youre a dick

Connor pushes the bathroom door open. The lights are on, someone’s been in here in the past ten minutes, but the bathroom is empty. He drags his hand through his hair and catches a look at himself in the mirror.

Wow. He looks like shit.

Connor rubs his face and checks his phone again. It’s been buzzing, but it’s just been Jared.

From: dickbag To: assface not news whats so important that ur running out of class?? o shit drugs? 420 blaze it i dont kno weed culture

As Connor scrolls through Jared’s messages, a text from Evan pops up on the top of his screen.

From: Ev To: Connor J aanito s clostesecond follr

Connor runs into a wide eyed freshman as he hurries out of the bathroom and swings around a corner to get to the stairs. He only vaguely knows where that closet it, because he’s never had a reason to pay attention to it. Janitor’s closets are usually locked and it’s not like Connor is observant when it comes to his surroundings.

He skips the last few steps and just jumps down to the landing, slowing to a fast walk as he searches the hallway for the janitor’s closet. He finds it tucked into a corner between two classrooms. He glances up and down the hallway before he knocks softly. He tries the handle and knocks again before he pulls the door open.

“Evan?” he asks softly into the darkened closet. Light from the hallway spills into the darkness, barely brushing Evan’s shoes. Evan is huddled into the corner furthest away from the door, squished between shelves, on the ground with his knees pulled to his chest and his arms covering his head.

Connor stares for a minute, listening to Evan’s ragged breathing, before he steps into the closet. He turns on his phone’s flashlight and covers it with his hand before pulling the door closed. He lets some light slip through his fingers and finds a bottle of Windex on one of the shelves. He puts his phone under it and the room glows blue. Maybe life hacks aren’t always as shitty as they seem.

Connor sits down on the floor next to Evan. “Ev,” he whispers. “Can I help?”

Evan doesn’t look up. After a few seconds he stops holding on to his hair so tightly and holds a shaking hand out to Connor. Connor takes it. Almost immediately, Evan’s hand clenches around Connor’s, squeezing Connor’s fingers tightly. Connor moves over so the position is less awkward and lightly squeezes Evan’s hand back.

Connor sits and waits, because he doesn’t really know what else to do. He watches Evan’s breathing and tries not to let his mind wander too much, because it’s too early in the day for any of that shit.

Evan loosens his grip on Connor’s hand and the tension seems to run out of his body. He sags against the wall and slowly lifts his head from his knees. He pulls his hand away. “S-sor-sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Connor says. His voice sounds weirdly rough. He clears it and stretches out his fingers.

Evan stares at them. “I— i-if I hurt your…your hand I didn’t mean to I just—”

“You didn’t,” Connor interrupts quickly. “See?” He wiggles his fingers. “Work just fine.” He stuffs his hands in his pockets. “Do you…uh, want to talk about it?”

Evan makes a strangled sound. “N-nothing to… I mean there’s always—” He rubs his eyes with the back of his hand. “D-dr. Sherman always says that— that there’s something? And I just don’t u-understand what so I’m…supposed to process it. But I just…”

“I think it’s a fucking lot to ask you to process shit right after a panic attack,” Connor says flatly.

Evan shrugs helplessly. “I don’t— I-I forget. I forget what I’m— what I feel in the moment a-and what I was thinking and then when she asks what was going through my mind I can’t tell her and then I feel worse and like a failure and I think I’m supposed to be getting better because I go to therapy and I take meds and—” Evan cuts himself off to take a deep breath. “It takes time,” Evan says softly. “It takes time. It takes time and it’ll get better it just—”

“Takes time?” Connor asks.

Evan smiles at him weakly. “Y-yeah.”

The bell rings, slightly muffled. Evan goes tense.

Connor thinks about his calculus teacher. She probably won’t be thrilled that he skipped out on the rest of class, but whatever. Maybe he’ll do homework for once and try to get back on her disinterested side.

“Your mom is working right now, isn’t she?” Connor asks slowly.

Evan nods. “Yeah, she’s a-always working. Pretty much.”

“We’ve still got three classes to get through.” Connor bumps their knees together. “Can you hide out in the nurse’s office or something? I’d say just leave, but…” Evan shakes his head. “Yeah, exactly. I don’t know shit about doing things the ‘right’ way.”

“I’ll…be okay,” Evan says.

Connor stares at him.

“It’s-it’s really fine,” Evan insists.

“Ev—”

“I’ve done it before, it’s not a big… I’ll just— it’s okay, really.”

“You aren’t taking the bus home today,” Connor says. He gets to his feet and takes the Windex off of his phone. “Light warning.” Evan covers his eyes. Connor flicks the light on and winces in the brightness before shutting off his flashlight. He slides his phone into his pocket and offers Evan his hand.

Evan takes it and lets Connor haul him to his feet. “Y-you don’t have to—”

“Fuck the bus,” Connor interrupts. “Zoe has a perfectly good car.”

Evan blinks. “Doesn’t she have rehearsal today?”

“How do you know my sister’s schedule better than I do?” Connor opens the door of the closet and peers out into the hallway. They have to be careful, because high school is fucking hell. Most people won’t give a shit and don’t pay attention to shit, but all it takes is one person assuming something. When no one is looking, he steps out of the closet and pulls Evan along, walking away from the closet quickly and melting into the thinning crowd. “So what if we have to wait for her to get out, just hang around with me for a little bit.”

As soon as Connor says it, his stomach twists. “I don’t have any today but—”

Evan stops walking, yanking Connor back a bit. They’re still holding hands. Connor pulls his away and puts his hands in the pocket of his sweatshirt.

“D-don’t,” Evan says.

Connor furrows his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“You’re already— you’re doing me a favor by…by driving me home. So you don’t have to…” Evan gestures with his hands. “Debt paid. It’s— you’re fine.” Connor stares at him. “I— okay.”

Evan takes a step back. “I have to… I have class. I’ll see you after.” He spins on his heel and walks down the hallway, dodging other students before disappearing around a corner.

—«·»—

Connor drops into his seat in the back of AP Literature and puts his head down on his desk.

He needs to think about something — anything — other than Evan. Evan is supposed to be the one who thinks himself into an anxious spiral, not Connor. And Connor can’t help but feel like something is horribly wrong.

But, fuck, he wouldn’t stop their arrangement for anything. He’ll keep paying Evan to put up with him in the halls for as long as he possibly can, just to see Evan smile.

He wants to see Evan smile today. Anything other than the empty expression he had on his face when he walked away from Connor earlier.

Alana sits down next to Connor. Sometimes Connor forgets him and Alana talk now, even if it’s only because she’s Evan’s friend and probably thinks this is a good way to keep tabs on Evan. All she’s ever wanted from Connor is information, anyway.

Connor stares out the window at the icy field hockey field spread out in front of the school as the teacher starts the lesson. Something about the essay they have due in a few days at midnight.

Alana hands over her essay, printed and typed, five pages long double spaced and stapled in the corner. “It’s just a rough draft,” she says.

Connor blinks at the paper. “Uh…were we supposed to…”

She shakes her head. “No, we just needed to have an outline today.” She adjusts her glasses and opens a notebook. “But if you didn’t—”

“I did,” Connor says quickly. He actually did for once. “Here.” He pulls out his notebook and flips through pages and pages of shitty sketches to the section where he just stuffs any loose papers he’s handed. He pulls out the outline and smooths it out a little. “Don’t expect anything.”

“I’m sure it’s fine,” Alana says as she takes it from him.

Connor squints at her. “I did this while high so it’s either a brilliant disaster or just a fucking mess.”

Alana grins. “I hope it’s a brilliant disaster.”

“Probably not.”

She just shrugs and pulls out a pen, tapping it on her notebook as she skims over the outline. Connor turns to Alana’s essay and starts reading. Alana likes words and complex sentences. She’s good at backing up her points with evidence from the text, and doesn’t dance around her conclusions. She has a structure and logic to her essay that Connor’s never been able to achieve. He just sort of says words until he feels like he’s done.

He reads her fourth paragraph a few times, picking at his nail polish as he does so. He glances over to Alana and then reads it again.

She’s scribbling on his outline when he looks back to her. She meets his eyes. “Something wrong?”

Connor’s eyes flick from her to her essay. “Uh…no.”

Alana rolls her eyes and hands him her pen. “Fix it. Whatever it is. That’s the entire point of peer review.”

“I could be wrong—” Connor starts, but Alana holds up a hand to stop him.

“I’ll decide what to do with your feedback. Just do it.”

Connor nods slowly and hesitates with the pen hovering over the paper. “What are you doing, by the way?”

“Translating.”

“What?”

Alana pulls another pen from her backpack and uncaps it. “Your outline is good, you have some really good ideas in here, it’s just lost in the typos and grammar.”

“I can figure it out,” Connor says. “You don’t have to do that shit.”

Alana raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

Connor blinks. “…not anymore?”

She nods firmly. “Exactly. You edit mine, I’ll edit yours. You won’t hurt my feelings, please, feel free to rip it to shreds.”

Connor exhales slowly. “Okay, Beck. Whatever.” He strikes out a sentence. “Whatever you say.”

—«·»—

Connor meets Evan by Evan’s locker. They lock eyes and for a second everything feels weird. And then Jared shows up.

Connor has never been relieved to see Jared Kleinman before.

“What’s up?” Jared asks, clapping a hand on Evan’s shoulder. “My…main bros.”

Connor rolls his eyes. “Don’t call me that.”

“Alright, crossing that off the list.” Jared gives Evan a look and Evan shrugs. Connor looks between them and shifts his weight to his other foot. “Anyway, you free on Saturday?” he asks Evan.

Evan blinks. “Y-yes?”

“My moms wanted you over for dinner. They’re going to try to harass Heidi into coming too but,” Jared shrugs, “we know how that is.”

Evan smiles and ducks his head. “I-I mean— yeah that’d be…that’d be nice. Um, I can…ask my mom?”

“Nice.” Jared holds his fist out for a fist bump. Evan rolls his eyes and knocks their knuckles together. “Okay, text me, cause if she’s working, I’ll swing by and pick you up.”

Evan nods. “O-okay, I will.”

“Sweet, got to dash or I’ll never get out of here.” Jared shoots finger guns at Connor. “See, ya Murph,” he says before sprinting down the hallway.

Connor lifts a hand to wave goodbye as jealousy twists in his stomach. It makes him feel gross. He swallows it and turns to Evan. “So, uh…we can probably hide in a practice room until Zoe’s done.”

Evan pulls on the straps of his backpack. “A-are they, um, open? Because I know, I mean I’ve heard because sometimes the band kids in my classes complain about this, that they lock? Or get locked? So…”

“We can…check?” Connor suggests.

Evan nods. “That’s…probably a good idea.”

Connor leads Evan down to the music wing. The first two practice rooms are locked, but the third that they try is unlocked. Connor raises his eyebrows at Evan and pushes the door open. The lights flicker on automatically and Evan closes the door behind them.

All four of the practice rooms are the same in Connor’s experience, a keyboard and bench, a trash, and maybe a stand or chair that someone has dragged in. Except one, that for some reason, has two pianos. They lucked out and that is exactly the room they’re in. Less room, but it doesn’t really matter.

Evan puts his bag down on one of the piano benches and then sits on the floor in the space between the end of the piano and the wall.

Connor coughs. “Uh…are you…okay?” He winces. Yikes.

“Tired,” Evan says softly.

Connor glances to the light switch before pressing the button to turn off the lights. There’s still a decent amount of light from the window in the door, but it’s darker. Connor puts down his bag and joins Evan on the floor. Evan looks up at him.

“Take a nap,” Connor suggests.

Evan blinks at him.

Connor sighs. “Scoot over.”

Evan moves so he’s as close to the piano as he can get. Connor squeezes into the space between Evan and the wall. There’s way more space in these practice rooms than it seems, the pianos make them look small.

Connor pulls on the sleeve of Evan’s sweatshirt. “Just lean on me. More comfortable than the wall, probably, though I’m basically all bone.”

“Y-you sure?”

Connor rolls his eyes because it feels right. “I wouldn’t be offering if I wasn’t. Close your eyes, Ev.”

“Okay,” Evan whispers. He rests his head on Connor’s shoulder. “Wake me up if your arm falls asleep.”

“Sure,” Connor lies.

A few minutes later, Evan’s breathing starts to even out. When Connor is sure that he’s asleep, he carefully pulls his phone out of his pocket.

From: C To: Z waiting in practice room c evans napping so dont come in just knock or some shit

Once he’s sent the texts, he puts his phone down and turns his attention back to Evan. Connor turns his head to look down at Evan, and when his nose brushes Evan’s hair, his heart goes into double time.

Fuck.

—«·»—

Connor thinks he’s drifted off when Zoe finally knocks on the door. He inhales sharply and sits up straighter, eyes wide. He leans forward to see Zoe standing in front of the door with her guitar on her back and her saxophone in hand.

He leans back and sighs. Okay.

Connor shakes Evan’s shoulder. “Ev, Ev wake up. Zoe’s done.”

Evan groans and blinks blearily. “Huh?”

Connor’s breath catches in his throat. He finds himself lost in Evan’s sleepy eyes for a moment too long and hopes Evan’s still too asleep to notice. “Zoe,” he says. “We can go home now.”

“Oh.” Evan pulls himself to his feet using the piano. About halfway up, he grabs Connor’s arm and pulls Connor up as well.

They grab their bags and open the door.

“Sleep well?” Zoe asks with a smirk.

Connor flips her off behind Evan.

Evan shrugs. “I-it was the floor.”

Connor takes Zoe’s saxophone from her. “Let’s go. I have an essay to write.”

Zoe blinks. “You do?”

“Unfortunately,” he grumbles.

The parking lot is blissfully empty when they step outside. The air is bitter and cold, and Connor wishes that it would just snow more than half an inch so the burning cold is worth it. He grabs Evan’s arm when Evan slips on ice and Zoe makes an offhanded comment about driving and black ice.

“You know?” she says to Evan.

Evan blinks. “N-no, I don’t— I don’t drive?”

Zoe frowns. “Do you take the bus?”

Evan turns pink, and Connor wonders if he’s redder because of the cold or not. “Yeah, it’s…yeah.”

Zoe looks to Connor.

“What?” Connor asks.

“What time does the bus pick you up?” Zoe asks.

“Uh…” Evan slows his walk. “I— around like…6:35?”

Zoe purses her lips. “Okay. Monday? We can swing by and pick you up.” She twirls her car keys around her finger. “Unless you hate my music choices as much as Connor does.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Evan says quickly.

“Too late,” Zoe sing songs. She unlocks the car and pops the trunk open. She puts her guitar in and then takes her saxophone from Connor. “We’d be happy to, right Connor?”

“Duh,” Connor says. “The bus is bullshit.”

“Good for the environment,” Evan says. “P-public transport!”

“We’re already using this car.” Zoe slams the trunk shut. “So it doesn’t actually matter. No additional cars on the road, just one less Evan the a bus.”

“Uh…”

“Sleep on it.” She rubs her arms. “Let’s go before I freeze.” She glances to Connor as she moves to the driver’s side. “How are you alive?”

Connor shrugs and pulls open the car door. He slides into the backseat next to Evan. “Can’t feel cold if you’re dead inside.”

Zoe twists around in her seat to glare at him before shutting the door. She turns on the car, blasts the heat even though it’s just air at the moment, and plugs her phone in. “Today we’re listening to Billy Joel,” she announces. “Get over it Connor.”

Connor just leans his forehead against the cold window as Uptown Girl plays from the speakers.

Zoe asks for directions a few times, but for the most part, they drive in silence aside from the Billy Joel in the slowly warming car.

Connor sits up when they arrive at Evan’s. “I’ll text you,” he says.

Evan gives him a smile. “Y-yeah. Thanks for the ride.”

“I’ll see you Monday at 6:40!” Zoe calls out before he shuts the door. She turns to look at Connor. “You moving up?”

“I guess.” Connor unbuckles and climbs over the center consul to get into the passenger seat. He buckles back in and Zoe backs out of the driveway.

“So…” she says slowly. “You and Evan.”

“What about us?” Connor asks flatly.

Zoe glances to him. “Anything…up?”

“Do you want me to say it?”

“No, but I can’t stop you from doing shit.”

“The sky.”

Zoe rolls her eyes. “Great, now that that’s out of the way—”

“Nothing,” Connor interrupts. “Can’t two people be friends?”

“Well, yeah, obviously.” Zoe taps on the steering wheel. “You just seem like more than that.”

Connor scoffs. More like barely that. “We aren’t.”

“Do you want to be?”

Connor stares at the road. “The light is green.”

Connor spends most of his Saturday writing his paper. Because Alana had written all over his outline and now he feels obligated to make something half decent out of the genius she turned his bullshit into. Also, she shared her essay with him on google docs the night before for him to edit — he does not know why the fuck she did that and hates the fact that school emails are standardized so she didn’t even have to ask for his email — and offered to edit his in return. He’s not going to give up that opportunity. He’s doing fine in english but another solid essay grade can get his parents to calm down for at least a day.

He texts Evan and draws when he’s not writing. The other weekend, Cynthia dragged him off to the store with her, so he threw a cheap set of kids’ watercolors in the cart. And a box of Capri sun. He sits on his floor and drinks a Capri sun while he waits for a painting to dry. Evan is making lunch right now, so it’ll be a few minutes before he responds. Evan doesn’t usually text Connor while he’s making food, apparently the risk of fire is higher than normal, and that’s not just Evan’s anxiety talking.

Evan had texted him the night before thanking him for the ride home. Connor had replied ‘what are friends for’ and then threw his phone across the room so he didn’t have to read Evan’s response. It didn’t end up mattering, because Evan’s next text wasn’t sent until this morning, and it was a frantic apology because he fell asleep before responding.

Connor just said it was fine and changed the subject as fast as he could.

Connor sighs and gets to his feet. As he waits for the painting to dry, he’s really fucking impatient, he takes pictures of some of his least shitty doodles from class and posts them on a randomass tumblr he made after Evan suggested posting his art online. Mostly Connor did it out of curiosity, he didn’t really use the site otherwise, just posts drawings and then vanishes for a few days, but it’s also good because it means he has somewhere where all his art was stored digitally. He might’ve accidentally spilt a mug of coffee all over a notebook the other day. And he distinctly remembers setting a few sketchbooks on fire back in middle school.

From: Ev To: Connor Back ! ANd I didnt evne burn anything

Connor smiles to himself and leans against his bed.

From: Connor To: Ev congrats you now have the cooking skills of a 12 year old

From: Ev To: Connor :((

Connor hesitates before typing out his next message. He really shouldn’t ask — it’s a fucking terrible idea on so many levels — but it’s been slowly eating away at him. Which doesn’t make sense. But whatever.

From: Connor To: Ev doesnt matter though i mean youre having dinner tonight wth jared right??

He puts his phone on his desk and goes back to painting and tries not to think about it for a few minutes. It’s not fair of him to get jealous. Because Jared is trying to get better. He’s still a dick but there’s an attempt there.

Connor hasn’t changed anything.

He sits on the floor and works on the painting. Now that he has slightly less shitty watercolors, they’re still pretty garbage but they aren’t old and mostly gone, he uses way too much purple again.

Whatever.

He doesn’t check his phone again until he has to wait for more paint to dry. He’s tempted to grab a sketchbook and keep ignoring it, but that’s not fair to Evan.

From: Ev To: Connor Oh y eah We used to ha ve dinner a lot togethe r when ew wer elittle All oru moms were friends Kinda weird that were doing it again but… NIce?? Hopefull y ? My mom s ocming which is nice She hasnt been home ofr a few nights so yeah

Connor takes a slow breath before replying.

From: Connor To: Ev thats pretty cool i hope its fun and the food doesnt suck

Evan replies almost immediately, even though Connor took almost twenty minutes to respond.

From: Ev To: Connor Thnk you!!! Jareds moms are really good cook sso itll be good I think I hope dinner goes ok for you tonight !! Good luck :)

Connor stares at the smiley face and falls on his bed with a groan.

—«·»—

“You’ve been spending a lot of time with Evan lately,” Larry says, pushing quino around his plate.

Connor resists the urge to roll his eyes. They never really talked about that. Sometimes, when Zoe goes over a friend’s house or has a friend over, Connor will give Larry a very pointed look and Larry will find something on his phone fascinating. An amazing double standard.

And, like? Of course he spends time with Evan. They’re best friends— pretending to be best friends. Connor doesn’t know how to get that through Larry’s thick skull.

Evan is Connor’s best friend.

“Well yeah,” Connor says, stabbing a piece of kale with his fork. “He’s my boyfriend.”

Wait, shit—

Zoe chokes on her drink.

“What?!” Larry practically shouts, silverware hitting the table.

Connor opens his mouth to explain that technically, no, they aren’t boyfriends, though they are friends who are boys, even if sometimes Evan looks at him and makes Connor feel like he’s turning to putty. But they aren’t actually—

He glances to his mom with wide eyes. “Mom? Are you okay?”

Cynthia smiles, eyes watering. “I’m just so happy for you, sweetie!”

Connor slowly looks around the table. His mother crying tears of joy, his father staring at him in shock, his sister trying to bite back a smile.

Connor needs to talk to Evan immediately.

They’re fucked.

—«·»—

Connor grabs Zoe’s before she can disappear into her bedroom. She stiffens and he pulls his hand away. “Sorry.”

“You’re fine.” She crosses her arms. “I thought you told me nothing was going on between you and Evan.” She raises her eyebrows.

Connor grimaces. “I— don’t tell Evan.”

Zoe tilts her head. “Don’t tell Evan…you’re dating?”

Fuck. “No, no, fuck.” Connor frantically searches his mind. “I, uh, we weren’t going to…tell people? Yet? And I…fucked that up. So don’t— don’t mention it to him until like he says something or whatever, okay?”

Zoe mimes zipping her lips. “Secret’s safe with me. But also, I fucking knew it.”

Connor forces a laugh and runs his hand through his hair. “Yeah. You did.”

Zoe goes back into her room and Connor grabs his phone and goes down to the basement. He wonders if he can get his door back for Hanukkah, but for now, this is the only private place he’s got. He would lock himself in the bathroom, but that’s still way too close to the rest of his family members for comfort.

He flicks on the light as he heads down the stairs and grabs a blanket off the back of one of the chairs. The basement is about half finished and has been since Connor was in middle school. One of those projects that Larry never got around to finishing. Now they mostly use it for storage and hanging out when it gets too hot in the summer and even central air isn’t working well enough. Him and Zoe used to camp out for weeks in the basement on air mattresses and stay up way past their bedtimes giggling.

Now it’s December. He hasn’t been down here since he punched the far wall when everyone else was asleep. Him and Zoe haven’t spent time together in here in years. They haven’t done much together in years.

Connor wraps himself in a blanket and sits down in one of the old oversized chairs. They’re only down here because the went out of style and were deemed unworthy for the living room.

He unlocks his phone, scrolls through his contacts, and presses call. Then he listens to the phone ring and hopes that they’re done with dinner at the Kleinmans’ while he waits for the call to be answered.

“Hello?”

Connor grits his teeth. “Hi. I…might need help.”

“Is it about Evan?”

Connor frowns. “Why do you assume it’s about Evan?” It is but—

Jared laughs. “Dude, we aren’t friends. The only reason you talk to me is because of Evan. What’s up?”

Connor blinks. He’s just gotten so used to having Jared constantly around that it’s like they’re basically friends. But not. Because Connor doesn’t have any real friends.

“I,” Connor clears his throat, “my family now thinks Evan and I are dating.”

There’s a long pause. Connor waits for Jared to start cackling, but Jared just whispers, “Holy shit.”

“Say whatever shit you want to now,” Connor mutters. “Get it out.”

“Holy shit,” Jared repeats. Connor rolls his eyes. “Murphy, what the fuck.”

“Yeah, I know, I fucked up.”

“What are you going to do?” Jared sounds almost amazed.

Connor frowns at the phone. This is not how he thought this conversation would go. “Pay Evan two hundred dollars? I know you meant that as a joke but—”

“Fucking shit, my dude. What the hell!”

Connor drags his hand through his hair. “Kleinman, my mom started crying when I said Evan was my boyfriend, okay? I can’t— fuck. I don’t know.”

Jared whistles.

Connor picks at his nailpolish. “Would Evan…go along with it? Do you think?”

“I think that’s a question for Evan.”

“I’m asking you.”

Jared snorts. “Okay, fine. I think he’ll go along with it.” It almost feels like Jared is going to say something more, but he doesn’t. “You got two hundred bucks lying around?”

“No,” Connor admits. He has an idea. It’s a terrible idea that could backfire, but it’s an idea.

“So…how are you going to get it?” Jared gasps. “Oh shit! Are we going to rob a bank?”

Connor frowns. “No? Why is that the first thing you came up with? Why would you rob a bank for two hundred dollars? Wouldn’t fucking…normal robbery be easier?”

“Fuck off. Are we doing that?”

“No.”

“Well we both know you’re not getting a job—”

“Fuck you.”

“—and that would probably take too long. Are we going to sell weed?”

“What? No,” Connor says. “Also how long did you restrain yourself before asking that?”

“Too long for that boring answer and reaction,” Jared admits. “Give me something to work with, stoner kid. We could just steal it. I know you said no, but—”

“Jared what the fuck,” Connor interrupts.

“Dude, you aren’t offering any ideas here, I’m just trying to help out.”

Connor rubs the bridge of his nose. “Fucking— do you know how PayPal works?”

“Yeah sure,” Jared says. “Super easy, why?”

Connor sighs. “Would you be willing to help me set one up?”

“Ten bucks.”

“Fine.”

“Yeah sure, you wanted some help on calc anyway. Do you have info on your bank account, by the way?”

“I…can find it,” Connor says slowly. “Does tomorrow work? My house?”

“Yeah sure, my man. Shoot me an address and a time. I expect snacks.”

Jared shows up on the doorstep ten minutes earlier than Connor expected with his backpack slung over one shoulder and a Starbucks drink in his left hand. “Sup.”

Connor rolls his eyes. “You’re early.”

“Fashionably.”

“That’s not how it works.”

“Whatever.”

Zoe leans out of the dining room. “Who’s here?”

Connor steps aside to let Jared in. Jared waves at Zoe.

Zoe squints. “What are you doing here?”

“So nice to see you again too, Smaller Murphy,” Jared says. He kicks his shoes off and puts them next to Zoe’s converse.

“Calc,” Connor says. “I’m…not doing great.”

“But you aren’t failing yet,” Jared says. “So we’re just going to keep you from not doing that. What are you learning again?”

Connor shrugs. “Something implicit. I’ll show you the homework.”

Jared nods. “Chill, chill.”

“Aren’t you friends with Alana?” Zoe asks.

“I…guess?” Connor frowns. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“She’s the valedictorian, isn’t she? Why didn’t you ask her for help?”

“Uh…” Connor looks to Jared.

Jared takes a sip of his drink. “I’m genuinely offended, by the way. I’m no Alana Beck but I am passing AP Calc BC, which is more than you can say for seventy percent of our class. Don’t take it.”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” Zoe assures him. “Just didn’t tutoring was your…thing.”

“Alana tutors,” Jared says.

“I know, that’s my point.”

“Ha ha very funny. She tutors a lot of people so it makes sense that I take someone off her workload.” Jared points to Connor. “As her friend, Connor understands.”

“Right.” Connor nods. “That.”

Zoe rolls her eyes. “I wasn’t judging you or anything I was just wondering. Have fun. Don’t set the house on fire, I’m going over Pippa’s to work on our history project, and Mom and Dad are out shopping or something.”

“I’ll keep Jared away from anything breakable,” Connor promises.

“I remind you I’m doing you a favor,” Jared says.

“You’re making me pay you.”

“Shit you’re right.”

—«·»—

“This is easy shit,” Jared says, looking up from Connor’s textbooks. “Really easy.”

Connor flips him off.

“I’ll explain it!” Jared promises. “This makes my job easier, probably. So back to real reason I’m here—”

“You are here to help me with math.” Connor reaches for his laptop. “I’m going to open commissions.”

Jared stares at him with a blank expression.

“Commissions,” Connor repeats slowly.

Jared blinks. “Since when do you draw?”

“Do you actually know anything about me?” Connor asks.

Jared looks away. “Valid. How can I help?”

“Mostly just need help with PayPal. And maybe wording the post? I don’t know shit about talking to people.” Connor opens his laptop and logs in. He closes a few tabs and opens up tumblr. He hesitates and then opens his blog. “Here.”

“Your theme is awful,” Jared says flatly.

“Did I ask you?”

“Didn’t have to.” Jared clicks a few times. “Dude, if you want to be selling your art, you need a theme that isn’t painful to look at.” Connor opens his mouth to protest, but Jared holds up a hand. “I’m doing you a favor here. Give me like ten minutes. I will change your world.”

“I’m not asking you to.”

Jared pushes away in the desk chair. “Too late, I’m not helping if we don’t change this ugly ass theme. Doodle or something while I do this. Make a commissions banner, I don’t fucking know.” Jared hunches over the laptop and starts typing.

Connor stares at him. Hopefully Jared isn’t going to charge him for this too.

Forty minutes later, Connor is putting aside a random drawing and Jared is looking up from the laptop.

“Bam, motherfucker,” Jared announces spinning the laptop around. “A picture heavy theme with easy navigation, readable text, and colors that don’t make me want to stab my eyes out.” Connor leans forward to see it. It actually looks pretty decent. And pretty professional. Jared has also added a few links, including one to Connor’s still nonexistent PayPal and a commissions page. “By the way, your art is pretty rad.”

Connor blinks. “Thanks. Did you want that bank account information?”

“Yeah sure.”

Connor gets up from the floor. “Let’s break into my dad’s office.”

Jared sets aside the laptop. “Sweet.”

—«·»—

Connor sits down in the chair in Larry’s office. He pulls open one of the lower drawers in the desk and flips through the the hanging folders until he finds one with his name.

“Don’t steal my identity or anything,” he says to Jared as he hands him one of the folders. “But see if anything in there is what you need.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Jared starts flipping through the papers. “Your identity is too lame to steal.”

“Thanks.”

Connor skims over various forms and papers with his name all over them. So weird that he’s attached to all of these things but doesn’t understand any of them. That might be concerning. Is he supposed to know what these mean? He squints at something that looks like it has something to do with money.

“I can’t believe you’re going through with this,” Jared mutters.

Connor looks up. “With?”

“This fake dating shit.” Jared puts a stack of papers down on the desk. “I thought this was convoluted before.”

“You helped.”

“So you two keep reminding me.” Jared flips a piece of paper over. “I think this is it.”

“Cool.” Connor puts his folder away and Jared puts Connor’s laptop on the desk. Connor fills out what he can and Jared helps with the rest.

“And you have a PayPal,” Jared announces, finishing the form. “If you click this you can transfer money to your bank account, which is how you’ll get the money off the internet and into Evan’s hands.”

Connor nods. “Makes sense.” He grabs the papers and puts them back into the folder. He puts it back in the bottom drawer and makes sure everything is just how Larry left it before he gets up from the chair.

“I genuinely didn’t think either of you would get invested in this shit,” Jared says as they stop in the kitchen to grab a bag of chips.

Connor shrugged. “I fucked up, that doesn’t mean anything.”

Jared gives him a flat look before biting into a chip. “Let’s just finish this shit so I can teach you how implicit differentiation works.”

Connor wrinkles his nose. “Fine.”

They bring the bag of chips up to Connor’s bedroom and sit on the floor with Connor’s laptop in front of them. Between handfuls of chips, Jared sentences to the post.

“We can’t call it ‘I’m Gay Give Me Money’,” Connor protests.

“Why not?” Jared asks. “It’s tumblr.”

“What’s your point?”

Jared pulls the laptop closer and starts typing. “We just say like… ‘I’m trying to meet my boyfriend’, we stay vague on the details no one wants to know the complexity of this shit and also it’s weird as fuck, ‘so I’m opening commissions’. Blah blah blah here are details…” Jared looks up at Connor. “Any suggestions for prices?”

Connor shrugs.

“You are the least helpful person,” Jared mutters. “Okay…going on what I saw on your blog…” He types rapidly for a few minutes. “And posted.”

“What?!” Connor grabs the laptop from Jared. “Why did you do that?!”

“You weren’t going to have anything to say so fuck it, it’s posted.” Jared pops another chip in his mouth. “Chill the fuck out.”

Connor reloads the page to check the post. He doesn’t have any idea if the prices are reasonable, but Jared put up Connor’s email and a link to his PayPal and tagged the post with a few tags that make sense and a few that don’t.

Connor groans. “If you fucked this up for me—”

“I didn’t,” Jared says. “I am doing you so many solids right now. And now I’m about to try to teach you calculus. I am literally a god.”

Connor resists the urge to slam his head against the keyboard.

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