#don't help me if you're going to hold a debt over my head thanks

[melodymorningdew]

I love being told that the help I'm given means I owe something to the person who helped me 🙃 Like don't help me, then.

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[ganseyth]

The Date

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Part: 10

Pairing: Jason Todd x Female Reader

Length: 2.0k

Warnings: none

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Your face fell. 

You had known this would happen eventually but you hadn't been expecting it to happen tomorrow. 

You weren’t even sure how to feel. It wasn’t like you didn’t want your sister to be happy but you had hoped that this thing with her fiancé would fizzle out before things got serious. 

But apparently, that hadn’t been the case. 

You sighed and looked at them. “How is that going to work? I mean planning a wedding is hard work." 

Your sister shrugged looking at her fiancé. "His work said they could cover the expenses and all the last-minute details!"

"And you think that's a good idea? To be in Penguin's debt?" You asked your brother-in-law. 

He raised an eyebrow at you then smiled. "I don't think it's any of your concern," he began, "don't you want your sister to have the wedding of her dreams?"

You opened your mouth to respond but stopped yourself. He was right and yet it still felt wrong. You knew her happiness was important but to be in Penguins debt was not something to take lightly. 

Before you could voice your concerns again Jason spoke up.  

"She's just looking out for you guys," he told them. "Penguin is not someone to mess with."

"Yeah, we know that," your sister said. "But don't worry, our little mutual friend is making sure Penguin doesn't notice the expenses." 

 Your eyes widened. Mutual friend? She didn't mean your ex did she? The thought alone made you feel sick. 

Jason as if reading your thoughts wrapped his arm around your stomach from where you leaned against him. "So I take it this mutual friend will be coming to the wedding?" 

Your brother-in-law turned back to you smiling. "Do you object to the idea?"

"No," you answered quickly, feeling awkward about all this. In truth the thought of him being anywhere near you made you want to scream. But you knew no matter what you said he would still be coming. 

"Good," your sister said, "because he'll be here first thing in the morning." 

"Oh great," you said, pulling away from Jason to stand. "Well then I guess we should all get ready for bed if we have to get up early to plan," you said motioning to Jason, "Ready?" 

He stood too, taking hold of your hand and squeezing it. "Yep." 

"Great," you said, turning toward the stairs, "goodnight everybody." 

"Hey," your sister called and you stopped turning back to look at her, "this is going to be so much fun."

You nodded smiling despite wanting nothing more than to run upstairs and hide until the wedding was over. 

You quickly made your way up the stairs and into your shared bedroom before Jason shut the door behind you. 

Once inside you sat down on the bed trying to process everything that just happened. After taking several deep breaths you forced yourself to look at Jason who had yet to say anything. 

"Do you think I'm a terrible sister?" you started cautiously, "I mean what kind of person doesn't want their sister to get married." 

"No." He shook his head. "I think you're a great sister for not wanting her to get married to that snake."

You blinked surprised by his words. "You do?"

"Yes," he replied, moving over to sit next to you on the bed. "The guy is a dick and his work will only bring about all kinds of trouble."

"And what am I going to do about my ex," you asked worriedly. Jason hadn't seemed to react to the news and you needed to know where he stood on the matter. 

He smiled gently, placing a reassuring hand on your arm. "Don't worry about him. If he tries anything I'll be right here to help you out. That is my job after all." 

How could you forget? You basically paid him for this exact situation. 

 He paused. "Besides I doubt the guy will try anything after taking one look at me."

He chuckled and you couldn't help giggling as well.

"Thank you," you told him sincerely. "I owe you big time." 

"Anytime," he said, squeezing your arm once more before getting off the bed to get ready to sleep. 

You watched in silence as he made his way back to the bed before going to get ready yourself. 

 As you made your way back to bed you watched as Jason slid himself into bed. You realized that his actions had become familiar to you. The way he kicked off the sheets before pulling the covers up to his waist and then turning around to adjust his pillows to lean against the headboard. You liked that you knew his routine. 

 It helped you relax.

He must have sensed you staring because he turned to look at you once more, smiling slightly. "You're staring." 

"Oh right," you whispered back, "sorry."  

You blushed embarrassed by your reaction. 

"Go to sleep," you added gesturing towards him with your hand.

He smirked at you before closing his eyes, still leaning against the headboard. "Ok."

You stared at him in disbelief. "What are you doing?" 

"Sleeping."

"Jay!” You exclaimed.

"Yes?" He replied, opening his eyes. 

"I meant to lay down and go to sleep," you protested. 

He raised an eyebrow at you, "I could tell you to do the same thing."

You groaned. "I won’t be able to sleep."

"I can help with that." He said, pushing himself upright. You looked at him with disbelief.

"How?" you questioned. 

He grinned at you before reaching forward to pull you down so you were lying underneath him. "Comfortable?" He asked. 

For a second you considered telling him no just to see what happened.  Then, remembering your current predicament you decided to look at his face, or more importantly his lips. 

As if knowing your eyes were on his mouth his smile widened as he leaned forward. 

"Go to bed." He whispered across your lips. 

Then he moved away from you, sliding back under the covers. A moment later he was turned on his side fast asleep. 

~ * ~

You woke to the sound of your mom making food downstairs. It felt like a normal Christmas morning as you smelt the sweet scent of cinnamon cocoa your mom always made on Christmas. Then you remembered the events of last night. 

Today was the day of the wedding. 

Your sister was getting married. 

Today. 

Your ex was coming. 

Your ex was going to meet Jason. 

You were going to see the one person you swore to never set eyes on again. 

Your hands gripped the comforter beneath you as you struggled with your emotions. You felt nauseous. 

You hated feeling so unsettled. It only proved that he still had some form of power over you. 

Sliding out of bed you made your way into the restroom to get ready. As you brushed your teeth you wondered what you would wear to the wedding. Your sister probably had some preference concerning color. 

You pulled your hair back into a ponytail and let your fingers run down your face as you chewed on your bottom lip anxiously.

You took a deep breath and exited the bathroom to find Jason sitting against the headboard. 

It was only then you remembered what had occurred between the two of you last night. It wasn't very fake boyfriend of him. 

"Sleep well?" you said, sending a knowing look to Jason. 

He glanced up at you smiling, not showing any remorse for his actions last night. "Like a babe." 

Now your cheeks grew red as you avoided his gaze. "I think we should ask Alfred to send that emergency jet he talked about on the phone," you suggested turning around to make your way to the closet.

You stopped in your tracks as Jason let out a laugh. 

"Did he really say that?"  He asked, grinning. 

You smiled. "Yes, and I'm very tempted to take him up on that offer."

"That sounds like him," he continued chuckling, "but we don't need to do that. Today will be fine." 

As he spoke you could feel yourself relax a little. Maybe today would be ok. At least you didn't have to take this on alone. 

With that last thought you pulled open the closet door and took a look at your clothing before turning back to Jason. 

"Can I wear one of your sweatshirts?" you asked innocently. "I think it would make today a whole lot better." 

"Sure." He laughed, shaking his head. "I'm all for making your ex jealous today."

Turning around you went in search of a hoodie. Once finding a nice red one you picked it up along with a pair of your favorite leggings. Before heading back to the bathroom to change, you shot one glance at Jason who was scrolling through his phone. 

You tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as you thought about him seeing you in his sweatshirt. You hurriedly changed, feeling more confident as the warmth of his giant hoodie covered you. 

 When you walked back into the room he looked up. His eyes swept slowly over you and for a second you swore there was a hint of hunger in his eyes. 

"I like that color on you," he said. 

"Thanks." You replied shyly, hoping he didn't see the blush making its way up your face. 

Jason got off the bed and made his way to the closet to grab what you assumed was the other hoodie he brought and some sweatpants.  

Giving you another stomach-turning smile he then made his way into the bathroom to get ready. 

Once again you found yourself wondering how the day was going to go and what you were going to say to your ex when you saw him.  

What did you even say to someone you once promised to love forever?

You snapped out of your thoughts when Jason exited the bathroom. 

A small grin grew on your face as you realized Jason was wearing a hoodie identical to the one you had on. "Wow Jay, if I didn't know any better I'd think you wanted us to match on purpose."

His cheeks colored at your remark before moving to open the door. 

You followed close behind him and closed the door behind you as you made your way down the stairs. 

"Good morning you two!" your mother called as she came into view with her arms full of Christmas donuts. 

Jason grinned. "Merry Christmas! Do you need help with anything?"

She chuckled as she took in your matching appearances. "No dear, I'm just about done setting the table." 

She began to walk towards the dining room while you followed closely behind. Before you could take a step further your mom stopped you just out of earshot of who you assumed was the rest of your family. 

"He's in there," she said, looking between the two of you. “I just wanted to let you know so you didn't go in blind," she insisted before adding softly, "I'm sorry honey." She said with a small frown. 

Your eyes widened. "Don't be mom. It's all in the past."

She nodded sadly before offering you a smile. "It's a good thing Jason's here." 

"I know," you replied, glancing over at him. "My knight in shining armor."

She chuckled lightly at your comment before nodding. "Well, I'll give you two a second." She said before disappearing into the dining room. 

You waited until you heard your mom announce the two of you would arrive shortly before turning to face Jason. You were surprised to feel tears making their way onto your face. 

However, Jason quickly wiped them away before wrapping his arms tightly around you.

"It's going to be ok," he whispered into your hair. 

You returned the embrace squeezing tightly into him. "Thank you."

He squeezed your arm before pulling away from you and nodding towards the dining room. 

"Ready?" he asked. 

You managed a weak smile. "I guess so."

He took your hand gently pulling you into the room where the rest of your family was waiting. 

You felt confident as you entered the room with Jason standing in front of you. However, it soon dissolved into unease as the first person you spotted was your ex who was sitting where Jason had sat last night.

As soon as he saw you, you tried to look away. 

However, his piercing eyes locked onto yours, causing you to shiver slightly.

"Hey beautiful," he called to you, causing you to freeze. "I'm so happy to see you again."

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[hanasnx]

babe it's okay bc dick grayson IS over 6 foot and he has a long cock (i saw it!!!!) 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

wishing i was his sunshine gf who he spoils rotten 💔💔💔💔💔 he always makes jokes about how he's almost a glorified sugar daddy, but you always rush to reassure him you don't care about the money (he knows lmao) and im so sorry for this but, dick grayson has a voyeurism kink, a somnophilia kink and an arm kink bc he likes it when you cling to his arm like a koala to a tree.

he always gets home late after patrol, and seeing his pretty girl in any way is what gets him going, so he just couldn't keep his hands off you. you woke to your underwear being on the ground, and with his fingers in you 🤭

he always a spends a fucking FORTUNE on you whenever you go out, but he never lets you see the price tags. like my dude RUSHES to cover them so that you don't worry your pretty little head off <3 he started doing that after you told him "if you keep spending so much on me, dickie, you're gonna be in debt by the time we've been dating for like- a year!" so he's very cautious now. can't have his pretty girl worrying about that of all things! especially when you're as rich as him, i mean, all of things he buys is barely a dent in his bank account..! as long you let him touch your pretty pussy while you sleep, wash his hair (!), and be his sunshine, he'll be fine !!!!

(im literally so obsessed w him 😓)

baaabbbeeeee stopppppp

(me when someone says “arm kink”)

behold. elite arms for your arm kink viewing pleasure courtesy of a one dick grayson

☥ i think i saw somewhere that he was canonically 5’10 and that’s good and all, still very tall like i won’t deny it. i just feel like he has crazy tall energy.. and i’m a fool for “glow ups” and growth spurt trope. like in the first season he was shorter than everyone, and then second season he’s taller than everybody like 😵‍💫😵‍💫 i can’t get enough of it. he’s got like 6’2 energy to me

☥ thank you for telling me about your headcanon kinks for him bcos i’m still trying to delve deep into his psyche over here. still trying to figure him out, my sexy little human rubik’s cube

“he likes it when you cling to his arm” is soooo real. like where other couples would hold hands, you hold his arm. feeling his muscle under your palm 🫠

☥ when he realizes you’re awake, he whispers over the wet sounds of your pussy, “shh, baby, go back to sleep… just couldn’t help myself. be done soon.” he coos, and you’re so groggy you hum in content, adjusting further into his warmth while he’s toying with you.

☥ “cant have his pretty girl worrying” PLEAKBSLWBEME

“as long as you let him touch your pretty pussy” HFSLDHSLKCJS IM SO 🔥🔥🥵‼️

the fact he’s fucking loaded fr. he doesn’t like to flaunt it really.. a silver chain for himself here, an expensive motorcycle there… he’s very cautious with it. never liked the mansion life, too big too lonely. the apartment guy, the city guy,… unless he’s with you. then he feels like he wants to step it up. especially bcos he wants to fuck you that night after your luxurious outing

#cheesecakeswiftie888 #reader insert #thanks for the msg!! #x f!reader #dick grayson smut #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x reader

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

Episode ten - paper

Jack Dawkins x fem reader.

Jack's eyes opened slowly, the room around him was dark. He was on the ground and pain clamped at his chest.

"What's going on?" He asks into the darkness. Footsteps tapping against the damp stone floor.

"Oh weren't sure if you'd wake up, you're losing a lot of blood. My lad hasn't quite learnt how to stab and not kill just yet." The voice felt familiar to Jack.

"Bill?" He says. The man laughs. The rope around Jack's wrist tugs and begins to lift him until jack's feet barely touch the floor.

"No, no my brother is well and truly dead, that Oliver Twist really got him good. Still, little toff is in prison himself now. Sweet justice." He laughed again.

"What?" Jack was finding it hard to keep up.

"Oh, I'm just here getting a little payback. You're collateral damage as they say." He laughed again. Jack felt him come too close, the stink of his breath assaulting his nostrils.

"I never did anything to Bill or you!" Jack strains against the pain from his knife wound.

"Oh I ain't got problems with you, but you dying sure as hell will hurt the people I hate." The man laughed again, slamming his fist into Jack's stomach.

*_*_*_*

"lady y/n, what on earth do you think you are doing?" Sneed questions entering your room.

"I have to help Fagin find Jack" you say, pulling your dressing gown on over your nightdress.

"Find Jack, he only just got back, what happened to him?"

"He was kidnapped, last night. It looks like he was hurt. We have to find him." You say taking your sister's arm.

"And you were just going to let her run off? Y/n has just had heart surgery!" He asked Belle. She tilted her head in a shrug.

"Do you think we could stop her?" She shot back at him.

"At least put on some clothing. If you insist on charging around Port Victory your corset will help keep you together." Sneed sighed. You held his hand.

"thank you, thank you Rainsford."

Belle helps you into a simple white cotton dress, forgoing the hooped crinolines. The corset felt foreign after being in bed for so long. Though you had to admit it was making your chest feel a little easier. You don't bother to put up your hair, choosing instead to simply tie back the front.

When ready you make your way down to the morgue where Fagin waited for you. Aputi, Flashbang, Tim and Red are with him.

"Do we know anything yet?" You ask.

Fagin shakes his head.

"We've heard nothing. Not a dot." He admits.

"That isn't true." You spin heating your father's voice behind you.

"Father?" You take his outstretched hand.

"It appears this is all my fault." He says, leaving a folded slip of paper in the air. You snatch the paper from his hand.

"Governor Fox, you may recall Lord Branwell. You have debt with him and I have come to collect. Arthur Sikes." You read aloud.

"Sikes?" Fagin turns white, "Oh that family is like a bad smell, they always come back."

"Father what did you do?"

Edmund sighs, "Many years ago during my military days I had command of Lord Branwell's son. A fine chap really if not a little wild. Branwell always blamed me for his death"

You put your hand on his shoulder.

"It's alright father, we will deal with this. Surely he will want money and we have plenty." You say.

"No, if I know the Sikes this isn't about money."

*_*_*_*

Jack pulls against the rope holding him up. His fingertips were already beginning to turn blue.

"If killing me is the point why not just do it?" He coughs out.

"Well no need to be boring. We all like to have a little fun in our work. Plus seeing old Fagin's face when he sees your mutilated body will be fun." Arthur bit into an apple as he talked.

"So it is a little about him then?" Jack says between heavy breaths.

Arthur kicks his foot, knocking the tied rope. It uncurls and skids until Jack hits the floor, face first. Blood quickly starts dripping from his forehead. Joining the wounds that now littered his body. Stomping across the room Arthur grabbed Jack's shirt and shoved him onto his back. Crouching over him.

"You know, it isn't really you that I want, I just know having you will bring one Fox's kids here. Then he'll learn what it is to lose a son."

"Fox doesn't have a son." Jack says.

"a daughter then. I hear one of them is quite taken with you." He laughs again. "now how about we choose something to send to them? A finger? The whole hand? And ear? A foot? Hmm? What about your baby maker?" He laughs again, showing his rotten teeth and twirling a knife between his fingers.

"No, please" Jack began to beg.

"a toe then, we'll start small." Arthur pulled Jack's shoe from his foot, sliding the blade between his toes.

"No."

A door opened somewhere behind Jack and a voice called to Arthur. He grabbed Jack's face around the jaw.

"I guess this will have to wait. See you soon, Jacky boy." He shoved Jack's face before rushing away.

"What is it?" He growls at the smaller man.

"the whole town is looking for him. We're done for."

*_*_*_*

"Where has she gone?" Edmund bellowed through the hospital.

"We don't know. She was looking at the paper and then she just took off!" One of the recoats explained.

You had slipped from the hospital and we're making your way through the streets of the town. The dirt scratching against your bare feet. Your sister knew very much about the body, Jack was impressively good at surgery but you, you knew about paper. Seemingly dull to many but upon arriving in Port Victory you had familiarised yourself with each type of paper available to you. Only one was made within the town limits. A basic sheet, thicker than that shipped from England. It had little wooden flecks throughout it, picked up from the sawdust that littered the factory floor. This had to be where they were keeping Jack and you knew exactly where to go.

The cut on your chest pulled at your skin as you walked. You had to ignore it and find him. If you told anyone else your theory they would send an army to the door and that ran the risk of Jack being killed.

You hear a bell being rung and know they have discovered your absence, leaving you little time.

The factory was not a large one, and was connected to a boarding house. You knew it would be stupid to walk in through the front door. Looking around you see a window on the upper floor. You climb the wooden steps on the boarding to balcony and climb onto the railings. You slip, catching your dress underfoot. Grumbling you unclasp it and let the garment fall to the ground, leaving you in just your bloomers, corset and short chemise. Able to move more freely you climb back up and throw yourself across to the small ledge under the window. The bump catches your breath and you're sure you feel something catch below your corset. You pull yourself up and slip into the window, there is an old wooden platform that you stand on. It is filled with old boxes. You hide behind them, doing your best to move quietly. You see Jack lying in the ground and your heat breaks.

A fast sweep of the room tells you he is alone so you slowly make your way down the steps and across the floor.

"Jack?" You touch his face, then check his body. The wound on his chest looked angry.

"Jack, Jack come on you have to wake up." You whisper to him, tapping his face to rouse him. When his eyes finally open he looks up at you. Fear crossed his eyes.

"No, Y/n you shouldn't be here! You have to go. Now!"

You ignore him and u tie his hands.

"can you stand?" You ask. He nods and the two of get up.

"Wait, y/n you have blood on you." He says pressing his hand to your chest.

"Perhaps it's yours." You say, once again ignoring the sting of pain below the corset, "come on we have to go quickly." You pull his arm around your shoulders and start to direct him towards the doors.

"This was silly, you should not have come here." Jack chastised you.

"No she definitely should not have." Arthur's foot kicks into the back of your knees sending both you and Jack to the ground. He drags you backwards by your ankles. No matter how you claw at the floor you cannot stop him. Jack struggles to move as two other men grab at him.

"Here you go my Lord. Just in time for you to watch it." Arthur grabs you by the hair and yanks you back. You meet eyes with a pompously large man who laughs, pouring a glass of wine.

Episode eleven

@fandomfan-102 @darasloves @afalls14universe

#jack dawkins x y/n #jack dawkins x reader #jack dawkins #the artful dodger x reader

[chiharuuu22]

Home

Part 1: I Want to Go Home

Part 2: Take Me Home

Part 3: Welcome Home!

Part 4: I'm Home

PART 3: WELCOME HOME!

The Team Leader gave Whumpee and three other members a special task, namely to rest until they recovered. This task actually sounds funny because up to now, Whumpee and the other three members are not allowed to know the progress of their case with Whumper.

Whumpee didn't think too much about it; he believed the Team Leader and Caretaker who said Whumper wouldn't be able to bother them anymore. After all, they are always honest.

It took time for Whumpee's condition to improve. Even though it's slow, at least Whumpee is showing improvement day by day. Of course, this made Whumpee stay in the hospital longer than the other three members.

Until finally, Whumpee was released from the hospital today.

Caretaker hummed happily as she brushed the hair of Whumpee who was sitting on the edge of the bed. Caretaker even jumped up and down a little when she took the moisturizing cream from her makeup pouch which she then rubbed onto Whumpee's face. Whumpee was happy to see Caretaker happy, so he just let Caretaker do it.

"Okay, everything is in the bag. Just put on a jacket, then we'll go home!" Caretaker shouted, putting on Whumpee's thick jacket.

Whumpee smiled and nodded. Finally, after so long, he could return home too. He missed the house he had left for a long time.

"Well, hold on to me," Caretaker said. Whumpee put his arm around Caretaker's neck and Caretaker carefully carried him into the wheelchair.

Just as Caretaker draped the blanket over Whumpee's thigh, the doctor treating Whumpee came into the ward. "Oh, are you ready? Okay, I'll take you to the lobby. Let me bring your bags."

"Thank you very much, doctor!" said Caretaker while bowing her body.

They walked towards the lobby and feeling happy. Three other team members had already gone home a few days ago and are now recovering at home. Team Leader and the remaining team members are now continuing their inspection regarding Whumper. So, currently the only person accompanying Whumpee is Caretaker, definitely and always.

After completing some paperwork for leaving the hospital and saying goodbye to several nurses who treated Whumpee, Caretaker pushed Whumpee's wheelchair towards the exit. The winter wind greeted Whumpee's body. It was cold, but Whumpee enjoyed it.

"You are okay?" Caretaker asked worriedly.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little cold."

The caretaker sighed and turned to the doctor. "Doctor, I don't know how much I can repay you. Thank you so much for all the care you gave Whumpee and the others."

"Thank you, Doctor. Because of you, I can still live today," said Whumpee while trying to bow.

The doctor smiled and said, "Raise your heads; there's no need to do that. That's my job. Besides, you all always help me. I also owe you a debt."

They smiled at each other.

"Okay, come back next week for a check-up at the same time as the other three team members. I'll arrange the time. Don't miss medication and don't push yourself, understand?"

"Okay, we understand, Doctor," said the Caretaker.

Not long after, the taxi that Caretaker ordered arrived. With the Doctor's help, they load Whumpee and his luggage into a taxi. After bowing again and saying goodbye, Caretaker got into the taxi.

On the way, Whumpee is seen enjoying the winter view from the window. Whumpee leaned against Caretaker's body. Just as Whumpee looked happy, Caretaker also felt happy and grateful that Whumpee could be released from the hospital.

Caretaker's memory flashed back to some time ago, as if everything were like a dream. It's been a long nightmare and Caretaker always hopes to wake up.

"Caretaker, are you crying?" Whumpee asked his hand wiping the tears that fell down the Caretaker's cheeks.

"Ah? What? Oh, no. Sorry, I just slipped," Caretaker lied.

"You know, you're not very good at lying," said Whumpee. "Tell me, what's wrong with you?"

Caretaker smiled and shook her head. "No. Really. I'm fine. I actually feel very happy now because you can finally come back."

Whumpee smiled, drawing himself closer to Caretaker. "I'm also happy to be coming home with you."

A moment of silence.

"Can I go to the graves of Members A and B?" Whumpee asked suddenly.

"Yes, but not now. It's still too cold outside and you only got out of the hospital today," Caretaker answered. "Don't worry, we all planned to go there with the four of you. But we are still waiting for the right time. You know, Member C's condition is in serious shock, right? We don't want to evoke bad memories for now. Your recovery is our main priority right now."

Whumpee just nodded and didn't argue anything. After all, he was still not ready for now.

Whumpee was sure he had fallen asleep because, when he opened his eyes, they had arrived.

No, that's not their headquarters, but the Caretaker's house. A simple house that Whumpee used to frequent before they had to mess with Whumper.

Whumpee threw a confused look at Caretaker who returned it with a smile.

"You will stay with me here temporarily. Team Leader also suggested it. It's too noisy at headquarters to recover. The other three members were also given different locations. A comfortable place to recuperate."

The taxi driver kindly helped carry the luggage to the terrace. Caretaker opened the door and pushed Whumpee's wheelchair in. Whumpee's familiar and longed-for home.

Caretaker smiled, kissed Whumpee on the cheek, and whispered, "Welcome home, Whumpee."

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[mimimaymagic]

In Defense of Sebastian Sallow.

Lately I've seen a lot of people who generally liked him in the beginning slowly start to change their minds, calling him a toxic manipulator & saying he was using MC for his agenda from the very beginning. I strongly disagree and in this post I'm going to give my reasons why I don't believe he's as black and white as people have begun to paint him.

I also want to add that everyone is entitled to feel however they want about his character & storyline. The purpose of this post isn't to imply there's a right or wrong interpretation, it's all just my opinion. Being able to discuss and debate this character is the very reason why he's by far the most interesting, or even realistic, companion in the game.

I will only be discussing his arc until the end of the quest 'In The Shadow Of The Estate', in which you visit his family home and investigate the surrounding area - else this post would go on forever. Naturally, there will be spoilers ahead.

- If you're sorted into Slytherin, he's likely the first person you speak to in your common room. He immediately expresses interest in how you ended up at Hogwarts after the dragon attack but doesn't press you for answers. I think, like everyone else at the school, he's just very curious about you. He generally also seems to have a thirst for knowledge like his parents had and I think most people just assumed he's sus from the start because he's a charming Slytherin.

- Within the same conversation, if you express interest in Sebastian's book and the Dark Arts, he warms up to you instantly and calls you a "kindred spirit" - likely because no one else in his life shares his views on the subject.

- If you're sorted into Gryffindor (ikdr!), Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, you meet him in your first Defense Against The Dark Arts class and beat him in a duel. From this point, he becomes a friend to you and I truly believe he's just a generally nice, personable guy who will befriend anyone.

- In terms of the Hogsmeade visit, I'm told Seb & Natty have mostly the same dialogue/actions so I don't think there's anything special to discuss there since if Natty has sincere intentions in opening up and befriending you, why shouldn't Sebastian?

- Just wanna talk about a tiny instance he proves his genuine care for MC that really stood out to me even though the action isn't exclusive to him: In the Three Broomsticks cutscene when Rookwood points out that he's looking for MC, Sebastian will - without hesitation - jump out of his seat to take on a fighting stance. It's made very clear that he WILL protect you if it comes to blows.

- The next time you see Sebastian is when you ask him about the Restricted Section. Even if you aren't totally transparent with him, he easily agrees to helping you & risks getting into more trouble despite the fact that he won't gain anything from it.- One might say he agreed to help because he's nosy, but he ends up leaving you alone and wishes you luck before chasing after Peeves. He also never forces you to expose what you've learned.

- "I like having friends who are in my debt." This line for some reason has become "proof" that he's a manipulator to some people and personally, I don't see it? I saw it as his way of cracking a joke & lightening what was a very stressful situation for the MC. Added to the fact that even after he takes the fall for you and you thank him for it later, he brushes it off as if it's not a big deal. Also, he never holds it over your head and at no point in the game does he make you feel indebted to him.

- Additionally when he's caught, he has no idea that you're watching. Therefore his instinct to protect you and make sure you stay out of trouble is entirely sincere.

- Something else that a lot of people reference when talking about how he's a manipulator is him supposedly spilling all his secrets as a means of gaining your trust: immediately inviting you to Crossed Wands, betraying Ominis' trust by showing you the Undercroft, telling you about Anne's curse etc. Again, I disagree. This is a 15 year old boy, he's definitely not an evil mastermind; in fact, I'd argue he's too impulsive to even consider making long-term plans like that. Now this might be a reach on my part but I think he's yearning for a similar companionship as he had with Anne. Sebastian even says later in the game that the curse has completely changed her, and not just physically. I think the reason he's so open so quickly is because he's genuinely just more excited than anything to have a new "partner in crime".

- I also want to remind everyone that only in the Undercroft are you "forced" by the game to tell him the whole truth if you've chosen to keep it a secret. Yet regardless of whether he knows about your special abilities or not, he still treats you exactly the same. He's still just as charming, teasing, friendly and genuinely gives you the feeling that he likes you. I'd even go as far as saying he's the only companion who really feels like a friend (which I think comes down to his personality, writing + his voice actor's amazing line delivery).

- Also in the Undercroft, he doesn't really have anything to gain from letting you in or teaching you Confringo. In my opinion, he knows there are dangerous men after you (even if you haven't told him yet) and just wants you to have a means of protecting yourself since you're "behind" on the work.- It could be argued that he just wants a secret place to practice forbidden spells with you but at no point in the game does he force you to learn the Unforgivables. [In a meta sense, he has to reveal the Undercroft to you regardless since it plays a massive role in the main quest.]

- In the end, he invites you to Feldcroft to meet with Anne so you can hopefully cheer her up. I can't see any "manipulation" in this either since he didn't plan for the argument with his Uncle Solomon, nor did he plan on Anne suddenly falling ill. I think that when it comes to Anne, he generally has good intentions, and genuinely wanted her to meet and befriend you like he had.

- After the whole debacle in the Sallow house, you and Sebastian snoop around Isadora's home and end up back at the Undercroft. It is only here that he finally understands your abilities and brings up the idea that your ancient magic COULD help Anne. Sebastian has exhausted every single option in his arsenal at this point and I think he's just clinging to anything he hasn't explored yet. But he only brings it up here, he never even considers it prior to this which is why I believe him being kind to you, helping you and becoming your friend had no secret intention.

In conclusion, I don't believe he's been manipulating the MC from the start. I truly believe his intentions in befriending MC were sincere and that he does "change" as he delves deeper into the Dark Arts. With characters like Sebastian, I don't think it does them justice to be put in a box. He's just too complex for that, and when making your final decision in the game keep in mind that this fictional kid is neither totally good nor totally bad, he's just human.

#sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #sebastian x reader #sebastian x you #ominis gaunt #anne sallow #solomon sallow #hogwarts legacy sebastian #hogwarts legacy ominis

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

Daily snippets (OM!) - pt 1

this was so fun to write, there will be more parts. this is inspired some of the chats about 666.

there's some suggestive stuff (cant help myself lmao), also poly!mc, set in og om!

Sunday - Morning:

'Come to the entrance hall asap! Need help!' Is followed by several stickers spammed over and over again. You sigh, knowing that Mammon has probably done something dumb again. Unfortunately, he might be an idiot, but he's your idiot, so you're beelining straight to the entrance hall. Only to hear banging on the front door, and the Avatar of Greed pacing about in front of it.

"Mams. Whose at the door?" He perks up at your voice.

"Debt collectors." You're not surprised, in fact you're slightly annoyed you got out of bed for this. "Listen I need you to tell 'em I'm not here!" The temptation to say no, is strong, but his eyes widen in a silent plea. You sigh.

"Alright fine." He cheers, before inching across to be out of view once you open the door. "Coming!" You call out, heading over to the front door. Upon opening it, you're greeted by a demon wearing a crisp suit, holding a brief case in his left hand and a bright red sheet of paper in his right.

"Hello I'm here on behalf of 666, we are looking for Mammon. He's neglected to make payments on his debts." Of course he has. Is what you almost say in automatic response. Instead you pretend to look surprised.

"Oh really? That's too bad, you just missed him." You pause, thinking of an excuse. "He's gone away on a holiday." From the corner of your eye you notice Mammon make a gesture of confusion by your lie.

"Do you know when he'll be back?"

"A month, maybe a year. I'm not really sure he didn't say." The debt collector seems puzzled.

"That's strange we called earlier and Lucifer said for certain Mammon would be here." You glance quickly across to Mammon, who grimaces at the mere mention of Lucifer, before reverting you gaze back to the demon outside.

"Well he decided first thing this morning he was going to go. Maybe he caught wind that you were coming?"

"That does sound like something he'd do. Well thank you for your time." The demon hands you the red sheet of paper. "Please be sure to hand him this remind him to pay his debts." It's a notice, explaining to him what will happen if he can't make a repayment within the next week.

"Don't you worry, I will. See you!" You close the door, handing Mammon the notice the second its shut. "Just out of curiosity, how much do you owe those guys?" He whistles. "Oh boy." You seem to be more worried about the debt than he is. He's quick to scrunch up the paper into a ball. "Just so you know that isn't going to solve the problem, all it takes is for them to make one call to Lucifer and he'll personally drag your ass to their office."

Mammon goes quiet. Then pale. When the colour returns to his face, he's staring at you with an expression that you know means he's scheming. "Unless you block their number on his D.D.D. for me." You sigh, coming to terms with the fact you're well and truly roped in to this one.

"...you've really thought this through, huh?" He's nodding. Already starting to list off the numbers you'll need to block.

Sunday - Noon:

While you could undergo some secret mission to swipe Lucifer's phone. You decide to try and easier measure. "Can I have your D.D.D.?" Going into his study, and flat out asking him. Lucifer, who is working on todays crossword in the paper doesn't even look up to answer you.

"No."

"Why? Don't you trust me?" You're feigned indignation only makes him raise an eyebrow.

"I received a message from 666 saying they'd been by this morning, and passed on a notice to a human resident for Mammon." He pauses, directing his attention towards you. "As far as I'm aware, there is only one human living here."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"I imagine he's set you up to block all of their numbers on my D.D.D." Sometimes you wonder how Lucifer can be so perceptive, but considering he lives with Mammon, Belphegor and Satan, you imagine he has to be.

"Mammon? Sweet, innocent Mammon? Absolutely not." His brows furrow, and face contorts into a scowl. "Would it really be such a bad thing if the debt magically went away?" He scoffs.

"If you're about to make me spend my day off explaining how debts work, know that I will not be impressed." You attempt to give him the puppy dog eyes, he sighs. "No. I will not pay off his debt, how is he going to learn responsibility if I do it for him?"

"...what if you paid off half?" His scowl deepens.

"Absolutely not. If you ask any further I'll curse him to stay away from you for two weeks."

"Wow harsh." He sighs, again leaning back into his chair. His expression softens before he speaks again.

"I disagree. Harsh is having you come in here and speak about Mammon and his schemes instead of allowing me enjoy your company." Your heart races slightly at his words.

"I promise Lucifer, if you did half as many dumb things as Mammon did, I'd spend just as much time supporting you as I do him." Lucifer relents, but you're going back to the drawing board.

Sunday - Afternoon:

You find Belphegor and Satan together in the lounge. Belphie is asleep on the couch, while Satan is reading in one of the armchairs. "Whose up to help me try and steal Lucifer's D.D.D.?" Satan quickly marks a page in his book, and places it down on the armrest. He leans forward in his seat with a smirk.

"You had me at steal from Lucifer." Belphegor rises up from the couch like a zombie. A glint in his eyes as he considers all of the possibilities of this scheme. They never learn. But then again you don't really either.

"Dibs on sending embarrassing messages to Diavolo once we get it." You dread to imagine what the contents of those messages are going to contain, but that's a later problem.

"You better let me send some too." The Avatar of Wrath chimes, and Belphegor nods. He continues, turning his attention from his brother to you. "So, what's brought this on anyways?"

"Well, Mammon needs me to block 666's numbers from his D.D.D. but Lucifer knew what I was trying to do earlier so..." they exchange a look. Satan sighs shaking his head, sounding completely unimpressed as he replies.

"I thought they were coming today to threaten to take some of his stuff if he didn't pay up."

"Yeah, but I told them he went on a long holiday." There's an overly dramatic sigh coming from the individual sitting on the couch.

"Mammon's got you wrapped around his greedy little finger. Must be nice." You scoff as the other demon nods along with Belphegor's comment.

"I don't want to hear it from either of you, I have single handedly sweet talked both of you out of some major punishments that you kind of deserved."

"It's not the same." The youngest whines.

"It is too!"

"I'd beg to differ."

"Not you too Satan!"

Despite the back and forth, between the three of you, you all manage to conduct a plan to get Lucifer's D.D.D. Satan will 'accidentally' trip over Belphie, who happens to be 'sleeping' in a perfect spot to spill some juice all over Lucifer's clothes, forcing him to shower. You'll then sneak into his bedroom and retrieve the device. You block the numbers, let them send a few messages and then place it back from whence it came.

Sunday - Evening:

You're not going to lie. You're a little suspicious. Every thing has gone too well. Lucifer's even left his bedroom door open, and his D.D.D is right in the middle of his bed. But you think of Mammon's pitiful plea from earlier, and you charge in regardless.

The door slams shut the moment you walk inside. Lucifer was waiting by the doorway, already in a fresh pair of clothes. He doesn't look happy.

"I should have known you wouldn't give up." You're in so much trouble, you can feel it. "But to think you'd drag in Belphegor and Satan to help. If you think you're getting out of this scot-free you're wrong." His smoldering gaze is almost enough to make you shrink in place.

"Come on Lucifer can't you just help Mammon out a little?" His eyes narrow, and you think that he might be considering following through on his threat from earlier. "Surely you think its wrong that they're going to try and repurpose some of Mammon's stuff!" You muster up the best puppy dogs eyes you can manage. He sighs, rubbing his temples in consideration.

"I suppose I could come up with something." You're about to cheer, only to pause when you notice his expression darken. "That doesn't mean your off the hook. I still intend to punish you for your little stunt." You let out a nervous laugh.

"I'm gonna guess an apology isn't going to suffice?"

"Not one with just your words."

Sunday - Late:

You've just finished having a shower, opening the door to your room, fully prepared to pass out on your bed. Only to see Mammon sprawled across it. "There you are, I've been lookin' for you everywhere." He sits up, making space for you to sit down next to him. "Turns out Lucifer is going to pay off my debt for me and have me do some jobs for him in return."

"You're welcome." You grin while plopping down beside him.

"That's my human! Always lookin' out for their first." He leans across and ruffles your hair, laughing when you start to pout. "How'd you convince him?" He eventually asks.

"My negotiation skills." You wiggle your eyebrows at him for good measure.

"Wh- no way! If I'd known that's what you needed to do I would've just found my own way to pay it off." Now he's the one pouting, crossing his arms over his chest with a huff. "Stupid Lucifer takin' full advantage of my situation."

"Imagine if they put that down as a reason to pay off your debt." You grin, laughing to yourself before even finishing your joke. "If you don't your brother will get some in exchange for bailing your broke ass out."

"I take back anythin' nice I said about ya. Bad human." You stick your tongue out at him, and he threatens to throw a pillow at you.

#obey me #obey me swd #om! #obey me one master to rule them all #my writing tag #obey me x reader #suggestive #lucifer #mammon #belphegor #satan #om lucifer #lucifer om #om mammon #mammon om #om satan #satan om #om belphegor #belphegor om #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader

[the-oc-lass]

Nimona OC - Charlotte Swiftheart/Corova

Hello hello! I don't have much to say today, but I do have content.

By the way, I will be directly inserting Charlotte into a scene from the movie here, so there's that.

First, Previous, Next

Charlotte grips the fabric in her hands, carefully adjusting it over the window. Thunder rumbles softly outside, and she smoothes her hands over the curtain. Should keep any curious eyes away. Probably. She takes a moment to glance over her shoulder at Ballister. He's still unconscious, but she hopes he'll wake up soon. She made him some tea, after all. There are some candles sitting by the steaming mug, which she hopes will be a nice sight to wake up to, if not a bit misleading, considering the current situation. She eventually looks away, glancing over at where Nimona is cooking. She has her headphones on and is happily dancing to it as she makes breakfast tacos. Charlotte smiles and shakes her head fondly, then moves to check on one of the other windows. As she's moving, she hears a clattering noise behind her, and then the telltale sound of fire whooshing up. Nimona's voice mutters vague lyrics along to the song she's listening to, and there's a sizzling as she tosses things around in the frying pan.

"Ah. Hey, boss!" she suddenly says. Charlotte looks over, her hands still gripping one of the boards covering the other window. Ballister is sitting up on the couch, peering over the back of it at Nimona. He watches her as she pours the meat and such into the taco shells, adjusting them on the plate.

"How long was I out for?" he asks as Nimona approaches with the plate. Nimona sighs, a grim expression on her face as she leans one arm on the back of the couch. Here we go.

"Oh. Fifteen years," she says. Thunder booms as lightning flashes in the shapeshifter's eyes, and Charlotte can't help but roll her own eyes as she looks away from the two of them.

"Fifteen years?" Ballister shouts in horror. Ah, poor Bal.

"Don't be so gullible. It was just a couple of hours. Breakfast tacos?" Nimona asks. Charlotte can hear the tray clang a bit as it lands, presumably, in Ballister's lap. Charlotte checks that the last of the boards are secure, then brushes her hands off on her pants. Seems good. Secure. Ish.

"Wait. Wait. Last thing I remember, we were in a supply closet. And now...How did I get here?" Ballister asks.

"Oh, I dragged you for, like, seven miles," Nimona replies. Charlotte almost scoffs. What is she, chopped liver?

"What happened?" Ballister asks. Charlotte looks over, watching as Nimona leans on her arms over the back of the couch.

"Your head bounced on the sidewalk a few times." Well, that must've happened before Charlotte got there. With how Nimona was dragging Ballister, she's not entirely surprised.

"It's all so...foggy," Ballister says. He probably has that concussion that Charlotte was worried about. She starts walking over as Nimona vaults over the back of the couch.

"Really? Well, you thanked me, said you'd forever be in my debt, and that we'd always be best friends," Nimona says, holding up a picture for Ballister to see. When did she even take that picture? Ballister makes a confused noise and looks back at Nimona, who pulls the picture away and deadpans. "Totally happened." She tosses the picture over the back of the couch, where it flutters away and vanishes. Charlotte is finally close enough to swat the back of the teen's head.

"You're a menace," she says, but there's a note of amusement. Nimona bats her hand away, and she chuckles as she walks along the side of the couch.

"Charlotte," Ballister says, sounding incredibly relieved. Before she really knows what's happening, Charlotte is being embraced around her waist, and Ballister's head is resting against her stomach. Charlotte pauses for only a moment, then relaxes and puts one arm around Ballister, the other stroking over his hair. It might be a lot shorter, but it's just as soft as she remembers.

"Yeah, Bal. I'm here. I guess it's been a while," she says, voice a little softer. She's brought back to the Institute, to their shared childhoods. Whether the rest of the Institute knew it or not, they both knew what it was like to be on the streets, to take whatever comfort you could. Once that had been established, they were incredibly tactile with one another and Ambrosius. This feels familiar, though she knows that it was herself in Ballister's place, and him in hers. After a moment, Ballister sighs and pulls his head back to look up at her.

"I'm glad to see you," he says. She smiles at him.

"I'm glad to see you too, Bal." Their moment of peace is broken when Nimona makes a puking noise. Charlotte looks over at her.

"It's called affection, Nim. You should try it sometime," she says. Nimona sticks her tongue out at her, and Charlotte doesn't dignify it with a response, simply shifting slightly away from Ballister to perch on the arm of the couch behind him. After a moment, Nimona brightens.

"Hey, we spruced up the lair," she says, throwing herself off the couch. "I arranged the weapons in order of deadliness, unchildproofed the place, opened all the poisons laying around, and pulled some rusty nails onnnnne centimeter out of the floorboards." She picks up a large mace that's almost the same size as her and throws it up onto her shoulder. "Overall, just made it much more evil lair-y in here." Ballister looks over at Charlotte, and she gestures vaguely.

"I helped her hang up lights and weatherproofed the place. She tried to bite me if I tried to do anything else," she says, deadpan. "She wanted to be the one to make the place evil lair-y." Suddenly, Nimona gasps and they both look back over at her.

"Evil Larry. That's a great villain name. You should totally change your name-"

"Never gonna happen," Ballister says. Charlotte chuckles slightly.

"Whatever Larry," Nimona says, face losing its excitement before she swings around and bashes the mace down into the table. That's probably great for the table.

3/?

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[queenoftheworldisdead]

Training day

Note: Inspired after talking with my Muse Jen

Summary: Lee teaches a rookie how things are done.

Warning: 18 + Only, groping, forced fingering, non consent, rape, forced oral, Dark themes, lots of crying

Dark Lee Bodecker x reader, Dark Arvin Russel x reader

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After bringing in the mail some of them spilled out of your hand before you could place it neatly on the kitchen table. The one with your father's name stood out amongst the pack.

He had died sometime ago and every once in a while letters would roll in asking for money he owed. The old bastard left you nothing but his debt and the old Chevy that was more trouble than it was worth.

You frowned and picked his up first then opened it. The sheriff's insignia stamped above the text informed you of his unpaid outstanding speeding tickets.

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"I don't know what to tell you ma'am, you're gonna have to come in and pay this off." The lady officer told you over the phone. You twisted your gold cross in annoyance at the news. After a long explanation things were going the same way they always did, bad. Not only did he have outstanding speeding tickets he also had parking tickets too. Enough for the county to put a boot on the car.

"But he is dead and I aint got that kinda money." You stressed. You needed that clunker to get back and forth to work. The buses had a tendency to run on their own time.

You heard her sigh over the phone then put you on hold without warning. You considered asking the church for help again. When he ran out on your mother they helped support your mom, kept you fed and clothed. When your mother passed they even helped to bury her and when the time came your father too. You were sure you were running low on favors. You would never be able to pay them back for everything.

"Hello Ma'am?"

"Yes. I'm still here."

"Okay, if you come to the station today and show proof, we can get this sorted for you." She explained as relief washed over.

"Thank you… I'll be there as soon as I can."

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You hoped you could get this sorted out without denting your pocket book, things were hard enough as it was. By the time you made it out of the house the street lights were on. The station was small for the town size, only three empty squad cars sat empty as you walked up to the double doors.

"Hi Honey, how can I help you today?" The lady officer inquired through the holes in the glass as you pushed through the front door.

A wide partition separated you two. Before the call you were surprised they had women working here and by her uniform she was more than just a pencil pusher. Behind her head you saw the tail end of the an empty bullpen.

Pushing your papers over her desk you again explained your situation. Her brows knitted as she read over the documents as you waited.

"Uh just a moment hun.”

You nodded in understanding while she grabbed the receiver on her phone. A few officers passed through from the back while she talked to whomever was on the other line.

"Come with me."

The partition door opened and she motioned you forward. The request caught you off guard. What more could she need? All the relevant documents were there.

You were too tired to start a fuss. You just wanted this over with so you let her lead the way.

"Take a seat inside."

The walk was short. An icy cold breeze blew out from the room when she opened the door. You went in first, hugging yourself, trying to keep warm. The space was fairly bare. A large table sat in the middle of the room with a lone chair tucked at its side. There were no windows, just a large mirror half the size of the wall.

"An Officer will be here shortly." She informed. You spun confused.

You tried to stop her to ask questions, but the door shut in your face. You never had to jump through this many hoops to prove your father's death. Everywhere else just made you sign documents after looking over your papers.

It felt like you had been waiting for hours. There was no clocks on the wall and you didn't have the mind to wear your watch. Your feet started to hurt so you took the only seat in the room. If they didn't come in the next few minutes you would just come back early tomorrow.

"Hello Ma'am, " the first officer greeted with a folder in hand, just as your patients was running thin. A younger officer followed in behind and you started to wondered how many people did it take to get this sorted out.

"Hope we hadn't kept you waiting long." The older one asked with a smile that made you feel uneasy. His badge read Lee Bodecker, but when you strained to read his partner's tag you found it too difficult. The younger man said nothing as he past, tucking himself in the corner behind you.

"No it's alright," you lied. You were a bit annoyed by your treatment and welled beyond ready for this day to end, but it felt pointless to point it out.

Lee flipped open the folder and wrinkled his brow. You twisted your necklace out of habit as you wonder what could have him looking so concerned.

"This don't look like you. This a fake I.D.? You look too young to be this old." Lee joked with a playful smirk, pulling out a copy of your license. "Do you think this looks like her Arvin?"

He leaned back and waved the copy at his partner, but Arvin looked un-amused by Lee's antics. Arvin's eyes met yours in the mirror, he frowned deeply before shifting his gaze to his feet. He looked like he didn't want to be here just as badly as you did.

"Aw don't mind him … he's just a little shy, especially around a pretty thing like you."

Lee seemed disappointed at his partners lack of interest, but shrugged it off and pressed on. He stepped closer to you and laid open the folder, spreading out the documents you had given to the female officer along with others you didn't recognize.

"We ran a report on your vehicle little lady and the name on the registration doesn't match." Lee informed as his am rested on the back of your seat. He boxed you in and he leaned in uncomfortably close.

"Yeah it was my daddy's car." You state shifting away from him as much as you could.

"Well the name on your license don't match the 'man's' name on these papers." he entoned.

"We don't have the same last name." You twisted the golden crucifix again as Lee pointed out the discrepancies between the registration and your license.

"You trying to tell me your mother was too much of a whore to figure out who your 'daddy' was?" Lee whispered into your ear. Your eyes went wide and your mouth gawked open at his crassness. If he wanted you to feel ashamed he was doing a good job of it.

"I.. I know what it looks like, but he was my daddy." You felt more and more uncomfortable. Different last names weren't uncommon, but still very taboo in your back woods country town.

Your daddy was a rolling stone, he never married your momma, and flat out refused to sign your birth certificate when you were born. A point of contention between the two until her dying day.

"Well we need a way to verify your 'daddy' is who you say he is. Cause from my view it looks like you stole this car and now your coming up here with phony documents claiming to be a dead mans child. Seems like clear fraud and theft to me."

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You watched in disbelief and shock as he pulled the handcuff from his hips.

"He is I swear. This paper work is all I got. I swear." You started to feel panicked. You couldn't believe this situation had turned so bad.

"I think we can look past this little discretion for a price."

"But I dont-"

"Stand up." he demanded flatly cutting you off, his playful demeanor fading quickly.

"What?"

"I don't like repeating myself."

Lee stepped back and pulled the chair from underneath you, dumping you out. You hit the floor hard, your side and palms throbbed from the impact as you reeled in shock.

"Please, don't do this. " You pleaded. Tears were burning up your eyes when he clicked open the cuffs. If you got arrested you would miss work. No work meant no money and with an arrest on your record your life would most definitely be harder than it was already.

"Your a good god fearing girl aren't you?" He asked his eyes suddenly transfixed on your necklace. You clutched it bringing his focus back to you.

"Use your words," he tutted when you shook your head in response.

"Y-yes." You stuttered out, but he frowned deeply at your reply.

"Yes what?"

"Y-es si-sir," you stammered through your correction making him light up. Your body was shaking and your heart pounded. You had never been in trouble with the law, but you heard enough stories for dread to sink in.

"You know good girls get rewarded… Isn't that right Arvin?" He smiled down at you. Arvin didn't answer.

"How about we do this hmm…" he crouched down to your level and offered you a hand up. You were hesitant, but didn't want to anger him so you took his hand and rose to your feet. "If your a good girl…No money, just be good for us we might forget all about this little discrepancy on your registration? Would you like that?"

"Y-yes sir."

He smiled brightly at you. You forced an awkward smile just to appease him.

"Well alright…. How about you give me your panties? Hmmm? Bet they're as cute as you." He said with a wink. You blinked wildly in disbelief at his request.

"Oh don't look at me like that baby girl. You said you were a good girl right? …. Then show me."

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You felt sick and helpless, but the thought of the alternative got you through your reservations. Slowly you bent over. He snickered at your bloomers, pulling at the elastic until it snapped back at you. The cold room felt warmer as humiliation heated your skin. You sniffed and fought off tears as he rounded you.

"That's my girl," Lee preened as you handed him your panties.

"Now go ahead and put your hands on the table."

"But you said…."

"I know what I said, honey I said it." His tone changed again. "You get rewarded once you earned it and you ain't earn shit yet."

He rested his hand on the butt end of the gun that fastened to his hip. It was a threat, but it only help to paralyze you.

"Which church you go to?"

"Saint Cecilia's." You answered almost lower than a whisper, rubbing the edges of the crucifix with your thumb.

"I know that one. Father Martin is still there right?"

You nodded, but quickly realized your mistake and spoke. "Yes sir."

"Sure would be a shame if he heard you got into trouble at the station. You know he comes by to pray for the wayward folks locked up at county. What do you think he would say if he saw that pretty face behind bars?"

He held these charges over your head like a carrot on a stick. You felt pressure. After all he and the church had done it would surely break the old mans heart. You squeezed your cross so hard it hurt before you let go. Without further protest you turned, hung your head low and placed your hands on the table. If you just do what he wants it will be over faster and you can go home and forget all this.

"Perfect darling…. stay just like that."

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You kept your eyes closed and prayed. Lee whistled over to Arvin, signaling him to come closer as he tucked your panties into his pocket.

"I don't want no part of this."

Lee sighed loudly and shook his head in disappointment. Through your lashes you stared up at Arvin pleadingly. He seemed to be just as repulsed by his partner as you were. It looked as if he felt sorry for you as if he wanted to help, but all he could muster was that sympathetic look.

"If you're going to be apart of this unit your gonna need to man up. You can't always hide out in the corner. You're a virgin aren't you?" At Lee's accusation Arvin turned beet red. Lee laughed loudly at him, embarrassment riddled all over Arvin's features.

"All makes sense now. Why you're always acting all shy. Don't worry your secret is save with us… Aint that right darling?" Lee affirmed, slapping the back of the young officer hard, but playfully, bringing him closer by his shoulder.

"Yes sir." You responded weakly after Lee pinched your ass with his free hand. Arvin shoved his partner hard, giving himself some distance. You cried quietly to yourself when Lee pressed his belt buckle to your backside.

"I can tell by the way her hips set she aint." Lee joked, making you feel more humiliated as he lifted your skirt over your hips. You stifled a sob as Lee's calloused hands trailed up your thigh slowly.

"Listen here Arv., I took you on as a favor to your old man. He looked after me when I was coming up in the force and now it’s my turn to return the favor.” Lee said casually. You bit down on your lip and choke down a whimper as Lee forced a fat digit inside.

"Don't talk about my dad," Arvin hissed. He looked agitated and you hoped that would be enough to stop this, but Lee played on.

"Your father was a great man and a great teacher. Would’ve made sheriff if things had ended different….. I ain’t doin nothin he ain’t show me.” Lee reassured as he dipped in slowly and pulled out slower, you squirmed at the feel of the intrusion. Arvin kick the ground and shook his head as he listened. He caught your eyes in the mirror and you could see something break down inside him.

"This is a tradition. Everybody that done wore the badge has done it. Your father included. So we're going to make you a man today." He declared as you continued to sob.

"Oh watch this!" Lee exclaimed while curling a finger inside of you. A warmness in your belly bubbled over, forcing a moan to slip past your lips. You bit down hard after the outburst, ashamed of yourself from finding pleasure in his sin.

"See that she is breathing heavy now." Lee teased while adding another digit. He pushed in so deep that is knuckles rested on your cunt. The firmness made ripples sing out from your core. The devil was alive in this man and your soul felt weak against these unwanted desires.

Arvin's eyes drifted to your back side watching the display. He swallowed hard as his hands crossed over his belt, but it did little to hide the imprint forming in the seat of his pants.

"Now you give it a go." Lee pulled his fingers free, wiping your slickness on your ass. You panted pathetically relieved, but still throbbing with fire.

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"Remember what I told you. Be a good girl." Lee reminded you.

Arvin took Lee's place hesitantly. Your legs felt weak and you strained to stay up right. You tried to focus on the dangling pendant and not them. This shall pass, this will be over, you just had to endure.

"Yes sir," you hiccuped. Tears pooled on the table as you waited for Arvin to violate you.

“Take your forefinger and index like this” Lee encouraged. Lee motioned with his finger while Arvin mimicked the instructions.

You balked lowly when you felt Arvin touched down the outline of your lips gently, his fingers curious of the bud poking through.

"Go on," Lee encouraged.

Arvin pressed against your lips, separating them gingerly. His nervous energy bled through your skin as the last semblance of hope faded. Any thought that you had that Arvin would be a hero was fully gone. You were nothing to them or less than nothing to them.

"Don’t tease her boy get in there. Show her you're a man!" Lee goaded the younger officer. Arvin's fingers stoked the devil's fire.

You squeezed Arvin's fingers the involuntary action making him growl. Your nails dug into the table while Arvin played and Lee coached. The older man acted like a proud father, cheering him on each time you moaned or bucked your hips. Your body didn't feel like your own, the devil had surely taken over you.

Wet slick sounds added to your shame and humiliation. The longer he moved inside the louder it sounded. You couldn't hear them anymore, too dizzy and light headed to focus.

“See all that shine. That means she's in need. Gotta put her out of her misery as they say." Lee said as he nudged Arvin.

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A rolling pulse surged from his finger tips, ashamedly you pushed your hips hint him. A part of you didn't want to but another part needed it, like an itch that just had to be scratched.

The door snapped shut loudly and suddenly. The noise made. your head whip in its direction. The thought of more men coming to violate you had a resurgence of panic and fear. But to your surprise no one had entered, and Lee had gone.

Arvin stepped back and you were relieved. With the other officer gone you felt emboldened to push your skirt down and stand up right.

"Don't-"

"Please.." you pleaded weakly, cutting him off. Through the mirror you looked up at him, but he didn't look at you. The way he stared at himself in the mirror worried you.

"Don't look at me." He demanded still staring at himself. You moved

"Please, you don't have to do this."

Foolishly you turned to plead to him face to face, but Arvin caught your wrist, stopping you. You felt the remnants of your slick coated on his fingers as he gripped your wrist hard.

You whaled as Arvin contorted your arm behind your back wrenching it painfully.

He was clumsy and desperate as he held you down and wrestled with his pants with one hand. You stayed pressed to the table, focusing on the pain radiating from the connecting joints.

Your pleading was desperate and tantric yet Arvin trudged on. Tears bled over your face and all over the table. There was no notice or warning when his cock stretched you open.

You cried out loudly as new pain drew new focus throughout your whole body. The full girth of Arvin felt as if he ripped through your soul.

Arvin held you down with little to no effort. You couldn't push him off, couldn't run away, he trapped you in unending pain. He grunted as you gasped and sobbed. The hard top of the table jabbed into your hip with each thrust of his.

The pain broke something in you. The chorus of your body against his built a weird sensation that made you wild and you couldn't ignore it.

"Arvin," you panted out breathy. You wanted to believe you were going to plead to stop, but those protest choked you.

In the mirror his eyes looked lidded and focused on the connecting flesh. You feared the sight of yourself, feared that lust was written on you.

Your arm fell limp at your side, the ache dull in comparison to the twisted battering that filled you with confusion. Arvin smoothed down your hip until he rounded underneath. Your thighs locked around his hand as it burrowed in-between, forcefully petting the hidden bud.

Everything was hot, so hot you couldn't concentrate. His heavy breathing, his touch, his desperate rhythm worked to swallow you in fire. It felt like Arvin had sunk into your depths as if you were bottomless.

You moaned unable to fight the inferno erupting from his violation. You knew you shouldn't want it but you needed it. If this was slipping into sin you could see how so many had fallen.

Your toes curled in your shoes as the fire overtook your body. The heat burned brighter than the shame and guilt you felt. His cum the only thing that cooled the blaze.

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You kept your head low out of the station and you hugged yourself. Home is were you wanted to be. A hot bath to scrub the sin off.

You didn't want to remember Arvin leaving you in a heap over the table. You didn't want to remember the cheers that bled through the mirror and the eyes that followed you out off the station.

"Church girl!” Lee shouted from behind. His keys jangled as you gulped down your nerve as he approached.

"Yes sir?" Your voice sounded horse, another shameful reminder of your hedonism. You were lucky your skirt came down well past your knees. The only blessing that helped to hide Arvin's seed that had trailed down your thigh.

"You forgot your reward. We got your record all cleared up. No need to worry about getting anymore letters about the speeding and parking tickets."

Bile built up again in your throat and you tried to ignore it. Lee seemed to study your face, enjoying your discomfort.

"Thank you sir."

"Need help?" Lee asked looking past you and at your car. You frowned and then followed his gaze. Your tires, all flat. Though the sight was shocking you didn't care you would drive it on its rim you just needed to get away.

"No it's fine sir." You tried to assure him, but he frowned back at you.

"Naw this aint no good. You can't go driving around like that." He tutted.

"Sir please you've already done so much." You tried not to sound panicked, but you were. The last thing you wanted to do was to be trapped in a car with him.

"No I won't take no for an answer darling. I'm taking you home, tomorrow I'll have Earl swing by and fix it right up for you. " There was no arguing or protesting. He was telling you how things were going to be and you had no power in refusing.

🚔

Lee let you sit in front while he drove. He took the long way to your home, the extended trip keeping you on edge even after he turned on to your street. The car ride was silent, the only thing you were thankful for.

The engine died in your driveway and you were quick to rush out the door. By the time you touched the handle to door locked before you could open it.

"Whoa whoa whoa darling, leaving so fast?" Lee asked casually with your back turned to him. "I went out of my way to help you get home. And this is the thanks I get?"

The leather seats whined and wheezed as he stretched out along the seat. His finger tips tickled your back, sending a cold chill down your spine while you stayed frozen. You winced when he let out an annoyed breath when you still didn't answer.

"I asked you a question darling."

"Thank you for the ride home sir." Your throat felt dry as you answered him, but your your eyes found no shortage in water.

Slyly you tried the door again, but it stayed locked. You felt broken and tired and wanted nothing more for this nightmare to end.

"Thank you? All I get is a thank you?" Lee scoffed.

"You know how I can tell you're not as good as you pretend to be?" Lee spat. "Look at me when I am talking to you!"

Your body trembled uncontrollably and your words came out just as shaky. "Sorry sir."

"Good god fearing girls don’t do what you did. Get as wet as you did. I watched you through that big old mirror. Watched you let loose for Arvin. Did my boy really good."

You looked down at your lap, squeezing your thighs tightly together. Arvin's dried cum scratched your skin as you soaked in the shame of what happened.

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"Come over here."

He patted at the space next to him. Not wanting to anger him you scooted along the wide leather seat, when you were close enough he hugged you into his side, squeezing uncomfortably tight.

"I should've kept you to myself." Lee practically purred, picking up your chin. He focused solely on your lips as your tears trickled over his hand. Your lips trembled as he dragged his thumb across your bottom lip. "Something as sweet as you…., but I owed the boy's old man you see."

"I really appreciate all that y'all done for me Mr. Bodecker, but I got work in the morning." You tried to stop yourself from crying, but it was hard to do. The more you fought the more they would trickle down.

"Words aren't good enough darling. I need proof, action. You gotta make me believe your appreciative….Why don't you show me hmm?"

"Please you promised. I was good."

"You were good darlin… Really good… to Arvin, but I need you to be good to me…."

You looked around for help from the outside world, but found none. Your neighbor's houses were all dark and not a car had past since you arrived home.

"Don't worry about putting on a show for the neighbors. I want you to duck down and put those pretty lips around my cock."

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Your hands shook as you unbuckled his belt. The clasp popped easily with your help and the stress of his bulge. Lee's cock bounced out when you unzipped him. He wasn't wearing nothing under his pants.

"Now I want you to open your mouth nice and wide." Lee said as he palmed the back of your head, forcing you into his lap as you balked. His cock was threateningly close, you pushed push on his thighs but the pressure from his hand kept you face to face with it.

"Open." Lee ordered firmly. You felt the order in his words and fear of what would happen if you didn't comply. You hesitated but when he began to squeeze you opened slowly. Your nails dug into his pants ferociously, but it didn't seem to bother him.

"That’s it." Lee let out a relaxing breath. You whined as you took him in. He controlled your movements. His legs spread wide in relaxation as you struggled to breathe.

"Take all of me in that sweet little mouth of yours." He hummed while you gagged. You dry heaved each time he forced you down. The convulsions bringing up sick that you swallowed back down.

"Oh your are soo bad. You can’t be a church girl. A good little Christian can't do this honey."

Your lips felt bruised and jaws ached. You sobbed endlessly throughout the assault which earned you praise.

When he shivered and held you down Lee spilled into your mouth. You choked and spit out, making a mess of the seat of his pants.

When he released your neck you shot up quickly, wiping your mouth as you gasped for more air.

"Oh shit darling look what you did." He tutted. "Guess I gotta go inside and have you clean me. Can't go home looking like this."

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Burnt Out: Chapter Four

Warning: Abuse, Drug Use(Weed, Nothing Serious), Implied Sexual Content 

You opened the door of your apartment and walked inside. As you stepped in and shut the door behind you, you heard the sound of Ryuji's voice fill your ears. "About time you got back." You hold back a sigh before speaking. "My last guy talked my ear off and wouldn't let me leave." You try to explain without giving too much away. "I don't want to hear your fucking excuses. You know what time you're suppose to be back. Now, how much did you make tonight?" Ryuji asks. You take the money out that you collected tonight. Thanks to Dabi, it was much more than you should have made. Ryuji raises an eyebrow before smirking. "You get with a hero tonight?" You nod your head. "Yeah, he gave me more than he should have." You lie.

"Well, if you keep meeting guys like that, your debt to me will be paid off in no time." Says Ryuji, though you were doubtful. There was no girl of his alive that was able to pay him back. You would be no different. Ryuji takes the money from you and pocketed it before heading for the door. "I expect rent to be paid by the end of the week, got it?" You turn to face him. "About that. I...I thought maybe that extra money that I made tonight could go towards my rent?" Ryuji turns back to you, a slight frown on his face. "And why would you think that?" 

"Well, I mean, I just don't have enough to pay this month's rent. So, couldn't that extra bit pay some of it off? It would really help. Besides, the money is going to you anyway. It shouldn't matter-"

Ryuji cut you off with the sharp spit of your name. You immediately go quiet. "For fucks sake, I made sure you got a decent place to live for not that much money in return. And you're saying you can't pay rent this month?" He continues as he takes a slight step in your direction. "You taking my kindness for granted again? Is that what this is?" 

"No, it's not. I just-"

"That's exactly what it is. You see, that's the problem with you and every other bitch that works for me. You take, and take, and fucking take some more!" Ryuji yells, making you flinch. You back away as he gets closer to you. "I ask very little from you, all I want is for you to look pretty and keep that cash flowing. Is that really to much to fucking ask for!?" 

"N-No!" Your voice cracks. "I just, I can't pay it off this month I-"

"Shut the fuck up!" Ryuji grabs your wrist and pulls you close to him. You wince as you felt his iron tight grip on your wrist. "So tell me, why the fuck can't you pay it this month? You've paid it off every other month? What the fuck is so different now!?" You didn't know what came over you, but you said something that you would surely regret after. 

"Because I can't pay the rent and pay my debt off to you at the same time! Especially since you keep raising my debt!" 

You raised your voice at him. You knew better. Everyone knew better. As soon as you finished saying it, your heart dropped. The look on Ryuji's face was enough to send a chill down your spine. Before you could apologize, you felt his hand across your face. The blow was enough to knock you down to the ground. The pain was quick to follow. There was a throbbing sensation in your cheek. Ryuji towered over you. "When did you get the nerve to speak to me like that? Huh?" He reached down and yanked your head up by the roots of your hair. You cry out in pain and reach up at his wrist, trying to pull his hand away.

Another mistake. Ryuji delivered a swift kick to your gut, knocking you back. Since he was holding onto your hair, he took a few strands of it as you were kicked away. You coughed and wheezed roughly as you clutched your stomach. Tears poured out of your eyes, you could hear him walking towards you. You whined and pleaded for him to stop, but he wouldn't. 

He never does. 

He grabbed you by your shirt collar and yanked you up onto your feet, if he wasn't keeping you in his grasp, you would have fell right back down. "Don't you ever talk to me like that again." He says lowly. "Understand?" You nod, a choked sob leaving you. You slurred out a pitiful "I'm sorry" before he lets go of you, you fall to your knees. Ryuji sighs heavily as he runs his hand through his hair. "You know, I don't like having to do this. But you've got to learn, one way or another. You're my favorite girl, and it pains me to have to keep reminding you to behave." He continues. "I'm a fair man. If you really can't pay rent. I can think of another way you can make up for it." You don't say a word, only whines and sniffling came from you. 

You knew what he was talking about. Anytime you had struggles paying him back, he would think of alternative ways of payment. You hated it every time, but hell, you might as well get use to it. It's your job after all. "Pull yourself together." Ryuji tells you. "You know I hate it when you cry." He says with fake gentleness. He reaches a hand down, offering it to you. You flinch away at first, but slowly take hold of his hand. He helps you to stand before cupping your sore cheek with his free hand. You wince. "Oh, baby, why do you make me do it?" He sighs. 

"I'm...I'm sorry." You whimper. "Don't be sorry, be better." He tells you before pulling you close in a hug. "Now, let's forget this all happened? Ok? I'm gonna make all that pain go away." You nod, blinking away a few tears. Next the thing you knew, he was leading you to your bedroom. 

You look out of the window. It was a pretty night tonight, the stars were shining bright, the moon was full. It sent a calming light into your bedroom. You felt a bit colder than usual, but that was because your heater started to fuck up. And...you were naked of course. Your body covered in bruises and scratches, you ached, you felt sick. You always felt like this after nights like these. Nights with him...always ended like this. With you in pain, and with him always getting dressed to leave you all alone. But, you wanted to be alone right now. 

"Considered your rent paid off sweet thing." Ryuji says with a smirk after he finishes getting dressed. "But don't think you can get off free like this every month." He begins to walk out of the door. "Oh and one more thing." He turns his head slightly to face you. "Don't you ever be late getting back here again. Got it?" Wordlessly, you nod your head. "Good. See you around sweet thing." Ryuji says before leaving finally. 

You sigh shakily before getting out of bed, you wince at the ache in your body. Ryuji was all but gentle. That's for damn sure. You slowly drag yourself to your bathroom to clean yourself up. You looked into the mirror. Your face was already bruised from the hit you took earlier. You look down at your stomach, a bigger bruise there. You weren't too worried about what others would think about this. The people you see wouldn't care as long as they got a good fuck. The other girls had bruises themselves. And it's not like anyone else would care to ask if you were ok, not in this part of the city at least. 

After you finish washing off you went back to your bedroom. You walked over to your nightstand table and opened the drawer. You pulled out a joint and lighter then sat down on your bed. You lit the joint and took a few puffs. This usually helped you relax after a tough night, but, tonight was very different. You saw your dead best friend for the first time in two years, and he turned out to be a villain with a self harming quirk. He looked nothing like his old self, not one bit. The only thing that stayed the same about him was his eyes. 

You've always loved his eyes. You even told him how jealous you were and wished you had pretty eyes like his back then. There was always so much life in his eyes, and now, there was nothing. Like, any ounce of joy and hope was drained from him. You couldn't help but wonder, what had happed to him before he "died" that day. It must have been something pretty fucked up to have made him turn out the way he did. 

You finished off the joint, and still didn't feel relaxed. Sleeping wouldn't help much either, Dabi still flooded your mind. Another ache hit you, this time inside of your chest. You shut you eyes tightly and try to block out any thoughts of him. But, it would not work. 

You wanted to see him again.

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Chapter Seven

Mendax

Pairing: Haikyuu!! x Fem!Reader

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ONE WEEK LATER

Kuroo and Tsukishima have made a habit of going fishing every other day around noon. It was obviously Kuroo's idea, but Tsukishima agrees to tag along just to make sure Kuroo doesn't run off with the fishing pole and bait. Or at least that's what he tells you.

When they're gone, you get a bit of time alone with Bokuto. You usually spend this time changing his bandages, cleaning the wound, or something to that extent. Today, however, he had asked if the two of you could go for a walk instead. You won't go far from the bus, just around the plot of land you've sectioned off for yourself. You agree and take a walk around the outside of your little garden.

"I used to be a college student before the country shut down," he admits to you with a sigh, "but I ended up dropping out 'cause my grades were shit. I spent too much time training for the sports team I was on but eventually, I was forced to quit that, too. I was about to get a job instead when the outage happened. I just wanted to support my family in any way I could. Besides, I needed to do somethin' about my loans."

"That sounds rough, I sure know about those loans, too," you nod as you walk slowly beside him.

"Yeah, but I think maybe it's a good thing the outage happened. It gave me a chance to start over in a place where I don't need to worry about those things," he sighs.

You smile softly as you think about what he has said. A few patients have said that to you before as well. You suppose for some people they are better in a world where they don't have money collectors, debt, bills to pay, or any of the other worries common in the time before the outage and the rich people fled the country.

"What about you?" Bokuto asks, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Well, like I told you before, I was a doctor before everything happened."

"But aren't you like super young?" he asks, trying not to be rude with his question.

You laugh at his attempt to be so polite while also asking your age. "I've always been a year younger than everyone in all my classes. It just happened that way, I'm not special or anything like that."

Bokuto smiles at you. "You're more special than you think. Don't know many people so willing to go out of their way for patients in a world like this one. I don't know what I'd do without you let alone all the other people you've helped before me. I'm sure they'd agree."

"Thanks for that," you smile. "It's nice to hear you feel that way."

"Any time you want to talk, I'll be here. I'm not planning on leaving anyway," he grins kindly.

"You could," you grin back devilishly, "but you wouldn't get very far."

"That almost makes you sound like you're keeping me here against my will. You're not planning on killing me, are you?" he hums curiously.

"Not yet but maybe if I get too attached to our talks then I won't want to let you go," you laugh.

KUROO'S P.O.V.

Tsukishima and I are coming back from the lake with a few fish in the freezer that Y/N lets us borrow for our trips. We hold onto opposite ends, sharing the weight, as we walk back to our base.

"It's nice that Y/N lets us borrow all her things," I say with a smile at the thought of her generosity, especially after I told her how I was in jail.

"She trusts us," Tsukishima nods.

I smirk when I see that look in his eyes like he knows more than Bokuto or I do. But he did meet her the same day as us so I don't know what his deal is. "Oh? You think she trusts you, Tsukishima?" 

"I think Y/N trusts me enough to do simple tasks like go fishing in the lake but I don't think she'd trust me if I held a gun to her head," he explains.

"Ha! You really think you could do something like that?" I continue to push him.

"What are you implying?" he then questions me.

"Nothing," I shrug. "Just that you were supposed to leave the day we met, right? So what made you stick around?"

"Y/N has a good garden, location, and a bus. What more do I need to say?"

"If I didn't know better I'd think you're staying for her," I admit my thoughts to him.

Tsukishima says no remark, but when we come out of the forest we see Y/N and Bokuto near the garden laughing about something. Tsukishima pauses and puts down his half of the freezer. I stop beside him.

"You're ridiculous. A person would have to be insane to have feelings for someone in a situation like this," he scoffs.

"All the best people are crazy, though," I grin. "Does that answer the thought I can see you pondering?"

Tsukishima looks at me and shakes his head before picking up the container of fish and continuing to walk again. I go along with him, still holding the opposite side, and make our way towards the bus.

"You better make your move soon then."

Later that evening, we all enjoy a good dinner together outside in the new lawn chairs we bought from our trip to Walmart. I wanted to go to Dick's Sporting Goods but Y/N just rolled her eyes at me and so did Tsukishima. Neither of them took me seriously. But apparently it was 'too far away'.

"Well, I'm going to the lake to wash off," Y/N sighs as she stands up. She walks onto the bus and returns a few short minutes later with a towel and a change of clothes before walking away. The three of us watch as she walks off.

"So what were you two talking about before?" I ask Bokuto once Y/N disappears beneath the trees.

"Life," he shrugs, "before all of this."

"Hm," I nod. "And what's your opinion of her?"

"I couldn't imagine where I'd be without her," he admits.

"Dead. Run over. On the side of the road decaying," Tsukishima mutters. I nudge him and shake my head to show my disapproval, but luckily Bokuto doesn't seem to hear him. He's too lost in thought talking about her.

"She's a goddamn good doctor, too!" Bokuto remarks proudly. "If this was in the before I'd love to take her out on a nice date, let her meet my friends, all that stuff!"

I grin at his comment. Now we're finally getting somewhere interesting. "And then? Would you really do that with your doctor?"

Bokuto smiles back but for once he doesn't actually open his big mouth. Tsukishima, instead, clears his throat and pipes up before he gets any more details he doesn't want to hear.

"How much longer until you're feeling better to go without the crutches?" he asks Bokuto.

"Two more weeks," a blissful response is given.

Tsukishima sighs and shakes his head. I laugh at the interaction. I knew tagging along with these three would be a good time.

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[allthingsfangirl101]

Top Gun - Baby Mav Chapter 3: That One Person

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Maverick walked into the bar, smirking when he saw the golden retriever. He knelt down and petted him as he chuckled, "Hey, Theo, you got big."

"Hey, Mav."

Maverick looked up, not expecting to see who he saw at the bar. "Amelia?"

"I know," she chuckled as she went back to working on her homework. "I got big."

"Yes," he laughed. "You did."

"Bar opens at 5," she said, not looking up.

"No, I just came by to pay off a debt."

"Mom!" Amelia yelled.

Maverick looked around the bar, not entirely sure how to talk to Ameilia. "Hey, how's your dad?" He asked the first question that came to mind.

"With his wife, in Hawaii," she answered simply. "Mom! Mav says he owes you money."

Maverick turned toward Penny as she walked out. He smiled as he handed her a wad of cash.

"Oh. Don't worry about it," she tried to dismiss.

"I insist."

They had a small staring contest that Maverick won. She sighed and took his money.

"Thank you, Captain," she chuckled. "Consider your tab closed."

"Captain?" Amelia asked. "Still?"

"A highly decorated captain," he corrected.

"Finish up," Penny said.

"I can't go."

"What do you mean, you can't go?"

"Test tomorrow," Amelia explained. "I have to study. They only told us today."

"Well, I can't sail her alone," Penny elongated.

"Just use the engine."

"Why are we taking her to the yard?" Penny asked.

"To fix the engine," they said at the same time.

"I can help," Maverick offered. The two women looked at him: Amelia was smirking, and Penny wasn't sure how to respond. They looked back at each other and Amelia smirked.

"Yeah, Mom," she chuckled. "Maverick can help."

* * * * *

"Little rougher than I was expecting," Penny said over the sound of the crashing waves.

"You don't say," Maverick chuckled.

"Pull on the backstay," Penny instructed. "We'll de-power the sails."

"Okay," Maverick said. He paused before adding, "What does that mean?"

Penny looked at him, struggling to hold in her laugh. "You're supposed to be in the Navy!"

"I don't sail boats, Penny," Maverick laughed. "I land on them."

"It's sort of like raising the flaps on an airplane."

"So how do I do that?"

"You pull on that green line up there," she pointed. Penny couldn't help but laugh as she had to instruct Maverick even more on the simple task. She giggled when he almost fell.

"You okay?"

"Yep!" Maverick said instantly. Penny instructed him on how to raise the afterburner. It took some time but she eventually convinced him to steer. When he agreed, she stood slightly behind him.

"Now you're in the Navy."

After they took the boat out, Maverick and Penny rode back to the bar on his motorcycle. They walked in, Penny teasing him about his sailing skills.

"Thanks for helping out today," she chuckled as he helped her off his bike.

"I'm not exactly sure I helped," he sighed. She sent him a teasing smirk as she headed into the bar.

"Don't give me that look," she said without looking at him.

"What look?" Maverick asked.

"That one."

Maverick laughed as he got off his bike and followed her into the bar. He sat at one of the bar stools as Penny grabbed two beers.

"To my defense," he chuckled, "flying is a little different than sailing."

"True," she chuckled as she opened the beers. After handing him one of the beers and taking a drink of her own, she sighed. "Alright, Mav, What's going on?"

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"I know you didn't come out here to almost die on my boat," Penny said. "Or make me question whether or not you deserve the title, Captain."

"Ha-ha," he fake laughed.

"Was there something else you needed?"

"I paid my debt," Maverick shrugged.

"There's something else," Penny pushed.

"I came to see you," Maverick tried but Penny didn't believe him.

"Come on, Mav," she sighed. "You know I can see right through you. What's bothering you?"

"Nothing is bothering. . ."

"Pete," she cut him off. "Talk to me. What's going on?"

"It's just. . . Bradley is in the group I'm training," he finally admitted.

"You mean the group that you keep shooting down, instead of teaching them?" She teased.

"Not the point," he sighed. "It doesn't matter what I do. Rooster just won't listen to me. None of them do."

"You know," Penny elongated as she leaned against the bar, "there is one person who would be able to get those kids under control."

"No," Maverick said instantly. "I can't. . . She won't. . . She's a kid herself, Pen. I can't. . ."

"When was the last time she saw him?"

"Right around the time everything went down," Maverick sighed.

"Wait," Penny said slowly, "there's something I've never understood. I thought you were the one that pulled Bradley's application."

"I am," Maverick said, clearing his throat.

"Then why does he blame her?"

Maverick looked down at his hands wrapped around his glass.

"Pete," she said softly, "why does Bradley blame Maddlyn?"

"Because she let him."

"Wait, what?"

"I tried to stop her," he added quickly, "but she confessed to him before I could. She told him it was her idea. She took the blame."

"They were inseparable growing up. That is, until this. Why would she take the blame for something she knew would take that away?"

"She said it was because he had already lost one father. She didn't want him to lose the other."

"Oh," Pen said under her throat. "That's sweet but. . ."

"She saved our relationship," Maverick said softly, "but in the process, ruined theirs. All because I pulled his damn application."

"Maybe you should tell him," Pen shrugged.

"Maddlyn would kill me," Maverick scoffed.

"I understand but. . . They've been best friends since she was born. How can you stand back and watch their lifelong friendship. . ."

"It wasn't easy," Maverick snapped. "But I couldn't. . . I wasn't even trying to. . . Maddlyn stepped in before I could. . . I didn't know what to do."

"You could talk to Maddlyn," Pen offered. "And Rooster."

Maverick shook his head, focusing on his untouched beer in his hands. Pen watched him, finally getting an idea.

"Back to what I was saying earlier," she said, "Maddlyn could whip those trainees into shape in the manner of days."

"That's true," Maverick chuckled. "She'd get them to fly that course in a week. But I'm not sure if she or Rooster would be able to handle it."

"I think you need to give them both a little more credit," Penny said. She laughed as she added, "Well, Maddlyn could handle it. Not so sure about Rooster."

#Baby Mav #Maverick #Top Gun #Miles Teller #Rooster #original content #Top Gun Baby Mav

[moonluringfrost]

things go back to normal for a few days. daisy spends less time with you, now that she has a boyfriend. but that's alright. her worries that you'd get lonely without her have never had any foundation in reality.

the peace is broken again by an arm around your shoulder as you're walking to the gym on campus.

"Hey! It wor-" your assailant doubles over after they receive a punch to the gut, arm removed from your person.

it's... you still don't know his name. or if you were told it, you've forgotten.

"That-" he gasps. "That was my bad." he gets himself up right again.

"You want something from me."

"No, no, it's just. It worked!" he says, regaining his cheerful enthusiasm.

"You wanted me to punch you?" what a strange person.

"No... I guess sneaking up on you wasn't my best move, my bad like I said. No, the thing that worked was my wish," he says, his eyes practically glittering with excitement.

you fold your arms, skeptical. "No it didn't."

"It's true. I managed to get a job that's closer to my house, and it pays better than my last job. With a little saving up I can fix my car, and in the meantime I won't have to walk as far so things will suck less when it gets cold!" he cheers.

If he got hired now, that means he applied, and likely interviewed, before he made his wish. It was all in the works before hand. He would have gotten the job without the ghost mouth's help.

you don't explain this to him.

"Good for you." you continue walking to your destination.

"Hey, no, wait up. I'm telling you this because I owe you one now," he says, following after you.

"You owe me nothing."

"Not true. I was too scared to feed it myself, so my wish only got granted thanks to you," he insists. he's half in your personal space as he walks next to you.

"You walked me home from the bus stop. That was a favor. The debt is paid."

"No, that was a favor for showing me the way there," he says, shaking his head.

you open the door to the gym and pass through quickly. you do not hold it open for him.

he follows you in anyway.

#ghost mouth

[casspurrjoybell-21]

Pirate Chains - Volume 1 - Strong Tides

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter 18 - New Career - Part 1

Nyx

"Oh my God, what have we done again," I muttered, as I knelt beside the bucket of water to clean myself.

The pungent smell of Agenor's cigarette smoke lingered in the air. He sat behind me, resting his back against the bed. I felt a surge of confusion and shame wash over me. How could I have done what I just did? I had masturbated both of us and even kissed him without his consent. I frantically wiped off the stickiness from my body, trying to erase any evidence of what had just transpired. My face felt hot with embarrassment but at least I was facing away from him, so he couldn't see my expression.

"You're blushing," Agenor remarked, his voice amused.

I ignored him, hoping to hide my mortification. But he persisted, his smirk audible in his words.

"You're still embarrassed after all we did? Or should I say, all you did?"

My body tensed up at his taunt. He was shameless, a fact that only made me feel more exposed and vulnerable.

"Can you just... stop talking?" I pleaded, hoping to put an end to the awkwardness.

But Agenor just laughed, making me even more self-conscious.

"Need a hand there?" he offered, his tone suggestive.

"Thank you but I prefer to handle things on my own," I replied, attempting to maintain my composure.

However, I was inwardly embarrassed as I fumbled with the water in my hands, almost spilling it.

"If you don't mind, could you please look away?" I requested, feeling increasingly self-conscious as he chuckled at my predicament.

"Of course," he acquiesced, his gaze still fixated on me.

I couldn't help but feel like he was mocking me.

"I hope you understand now, Nyx. If you need anything, just let me know. Don't go asking others for help," he advised me.

"Let you know?" I retorted, frustration and resentment bubbling within me.

"Every time I've talked to you, I've ended up covered in blood or doing something immoral."

He blew smoke in my direction and I glared at him. I hastily grabbed my pants and struggled to pull them on, conscious of his eyes on me. As I crouched down, trying to maintain my dignity, I almost lost my balance. I was relieved when I finally managed to pull up my pants, feeling frazzled and disorientated. I needed to clear my head. But something had changed between us earlier, after we had... done what we did. His expression had been different, almost vulnerable. It was intense, and I found myself drawn to him in a way I never had been before. And then, without thinking, I kissed him.

As I sat there, flustered and embarrassed, I desperately searched for something, anything to divert my attention from the half-naked man sitting in front of me with his untied pants. Finally, my gaze fell upon my shirt lying on the ground. I quickly grabbed it and tried to compose myself but I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eye. He spoke up, breaking the awkward silence.

'If you need anything,' he had offered.

I wanted to scream...

'Yes. Let me go.'

But instead, I summoned all the courage I had and spoke up.

"Actually... I do have something to ask," I said.

His eyes met mine.

"Really?" he asked.

I took a deep breath and said...

"I want to work."

He frowned at me.

"Work? On Martina?" he asked incredulously.I nodded.

"Yes."

He shook his head, as if trying to clear his thoughts.

"Nyx, where is this coming from?" he asked.

"I can't just sit here doing nothing all day," I said, my voice gaining confidence. "I hate being a freeloader. I need to earn my keep."

"But you don't need to do anything."

I bristled at his words.

"I appreciate that but I need to earn my own way," I said firmly. "I don't know what the future holds but for now, I'm on this ship and I need to contribute."

"You're mine, Nyx. You don't have to earn your bread."

"Agenor, I'm at my wit's end. The burden of my debts is suffocating me and I simply can't go on like this. While I'm forever grateful for you saving my life, I would appreciate the chance to work and earn my keep."

Agenor's next words struck me with apprehension...

"Do you have any idea who you'll be working with, or more importantly, who you'll be working for? Pirates, to be exact."

I knew that already and the thought of relying on Agenor's charity any longer filled me with shame. I longed to leave this room without begging for his permission but the prospect of working with pirates seemed daunting.

"This won't be like managing ships and fishermen, it'll be different," Agenor warned.

"I understand that," I replied.

"Well, since you understand. Then tell me, what services can you offer?"

My hands balled up into fists as I realized I had no useful skills to offer. I couldn't believe how useless I had become.I responded to Agenor with a resolute and assertive tone...

"Listen, I understand that I may be of no use to you, Agenor. However, I cannot simply remain idle and do nothing. This sense of weakness and worthlessness is slowly killing me."

Agenor halted his smoking and fixed his gaze upon me with his piercing gray eyes. Was my raised voice enough to provoke his anger? The mere thought of a potential conflict between us frightened and saddened me.

"I apologize for raising my voice," I spoke meekly.

"It's alright," he responded calmly, in stark contrast to my agitation.

I lowered myself to the ground in front of him, trying my best to avoid sounding confrontational.

"I must admit that I lack experience in navigating a ship in the middle of the sea. My past experiences have been limited to fishing vessels and I have never had to undertake the work myself. However, I am willing to perform any task that needs doing, even the most menial and mundane."

"So, you are content with performing tasks that may seem beneath you?" Agenor questioned.

"It is better than feeling worthless and idle," I replied.

Agenor let out a sigh before saying...

"Very well. I am not sure you fully comprehend the risks associated with working among pirates but I will allow you to try."

"Really?" I asked, incredulous at his agreement.

He nodded. I felt a surge of joy within me. Since I've taken over my father's business, I've been working twelve-hour days for years. And now, I won't be idly sitting back while someone grants me a meal. I'll be able to work and regain my dignity and independence. It wouldn't be easy, of course, as I was used to giving orders and making decisions. Now, I would be performing simple tasks. But it was work and I was determined to do my best.

"Your captain," he teased.

"Doesn't even get a thank you?"

"Thank you," I replied, smiling.

"I'll do my best..."

Before I could finish, Agenor grabbed my chain, yanking me forward, his face inches away from mine. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he said in a low, deep voice.

"I want to know just how much you appreciate the chance to work under me."

[raggedy-dxctor]

Hey, if you aren't too busy with requests, could I have one of Izzy comforting the reader? Thank you, and I love your work! :)

izzy comforting the reader

pairing(s): izzy hands x gn!reader

warnings: mentions of the reader having panic attack like symotoms (crying, hyperventilating, shaking, etc), the author almost cried writing this🥰

he's there immediately. he has a sixth sense for you needing him and he drops everything hes doing INSTANTLY

he runs into your room to hear you hyperventilating slightly as you shake uncontrollably, trying to unsuccessfully calm yourself down by breathing deeply. he gently closes the door behind him, careful not to scare you by slamming it, and carefully approaches you, in case you tell him to stop at anytime, or ask to be alone

"y/n?? y/n? my darling what happened? are you ok??" "'m fine iz, i promise" that does even more to worry him as he can clearly see you holding back tears.

he lies on the bed next to you, mirroring your position as he sits back against the bedfeame, his legs stretched out about half way down the bed. he gently lies his arm, palm and underarm facing upwards, inbetween you and glaces over to you. "this ok love?" "mhm" you smile weakly, pursing your lips as you connect your fingers, squeezing his hand slightly

honestly he will do anything you want. just want to cuddle up to him? more than fine, he could and would do it for hours, plus he's learnt that his body heat is a massive comfort to you. just want to cry? absolutely fine, he's there to wipe your tears and clean your tear stained face with a warm cloth. just want to sit in silence? that's more than fine too, he lies his head ontop of yours and strokes the side of your hand. want him to talk about something to distract you? absolutely fine too! he'll reccount your fondest memories together in a soft voice.

"i'm here, no need to worry" "i'm here and im staying love" "please just relax, you can rest you know?" "what's going on love? if you don't want to say just yet that's more than fine i promise, wont push you to tell me anything you're not comfortable telling me" "want me to hold you a little more" "don't cry darling, you're perfect" "here, copy my breaths, that's it, deep breaths, you can do this dear" "i love you, forever and always" "everybody makes mistakes y/n" "dp you need anything? remember don't hesitate to ask" "you could never even come close to being a burden" "as long as i'm here, no one can hurt you"

if you cry, he'll gently lift you onto his lap and pull you into a hug as he repeatedly strokes your hair and all the way down your back, his touch as gentle as a feather as it helps ground you. "shhh, it's ok darling, i've got you"

as you tell him what happened he gently strokes your hand with his thumb, reasuring you every pause that you don't have to tell him if you're not ready

if someone else caused it, he'd literally put them on their death bed the next day

"you DARE fucking make them feel like that again? i'll finish the fuckin joh wihout hesitation" he growled, jabbing the sword into the chin of the culpeit, causing them to wince from tje pain pf their other gashes as they tried to squirm away, nodding profusely izzy moves the sword away, sheathing it akd glaring at the pathetic weasel that hurt you has they scamper away

honestly i wouldn't be suprised if the two of you just stay there for so long that you gently drift off after calming down, if so izzy would refuse to leave you, he'd gently lean down and oull the blanket over the two of you, protectively wrapping an arm arkund you as he kisses your cheek

and don't try to thank or repay him for it. he will get upset. by getting rewards for it, it makes it seem as if you think it's a chore for him or something that puts you in debt. he'd literally do it for free, he could not care less. all he asks is that you're also there for hkm.

#izzy hands #izzy hands x reader #our flag means death #our flag means death fanfiction #our flag means death x reader #con o'neill

[softboydrew]

the graduate

When your boyfriend is a busy and booked actor who basically goes to work on the opposite side of the country, it's common sense that he wouldn't be able to attend small things.

Although, you'd say that graduating university is a most definitely a pretty big deal. Of course you told him about today, right? You're about ninety-five percent sure you told him over FaceTime calls and text messages… but he never really said that he would come or take off work.

Thats okay, you really don't fret over things that are out of your control. You'd find another way to celebrate with him, maybe he'd find the time during the month to come visit you and you'd be able to take him through your old stomping grounds. Maybe you could even go visit him, no big deal, right?

Wrong. The heart shattering reality that you had just received your diploma, that, let's be honest, put you thousands of dollars in debt. All you wanted was to know that you'd be able to walk out of the auditorium to your boyfriend who would shower you in kisses and congratulations. Instead you held your diploma in your hands and walked out into the city sidewalk, the campus you once called home was now something that would only be a memory.

The spring air made you smile lightly as you began making your way through the crowd of graduates and towards the fountain that sat in the middle of the campus park.

An itch of irritation slowly began to sneak in as minutes passed as you felt someone on your heels, you are not a stranger to the New York City tourists who don't know how to walk for the life of them but this presence made your skin prickle. Why were they so close? can't they see that you're wearing heels, so God forgive you if you had to pace yourself a little more than the average sneaker wearer.

"Excuse me!" you snapped, throwing your hands up at your sides before turning towards the person behind you. "Can you not be up my ass?"

Your eyes snapped towards the persons face and you froze once you realized who stood before you. His hands up in defense while his laughter echoed throughout the air between you two, his eyes crinkled at the sides making your heart burst at the seams.

"Woe, woe, woe, I'm walkin' ere!" he laughed making you cover your face with your hands.

He made it.

"What are you doing here?!" you happily whined as your boyfriend immediately wrapped your small frame into his large, muscular one. His chest vibrating as he chuckled.

"You think I'd miss your graduation?" he asked with raised eyebrows. You sighed, resting your chin against his chest while he caressed your back, his large hands felt comforting. They felt like home. "I'm offended." he sighed dramatically.

Throwing your arms around his neck, you couldn't help but let a few tears stream down your cheeks while he rocked you back and forth, his attendance meaning more to you than anyone could ever imagine. Long distance relationships were hard, especially ones where age difference came into play, Drew had a career and you were still attending school- so hours were always thrown off.

"You didn't tell me you were coming!! I can't believe you didn't tell me! I could have made reservations-"

Drew held out his finger motioning for you to pause, your mouth agape as he stepped back from you and held out his phone to show you his screen. "Pietro Nolita reservations are at six." he smiled proudly.

You clapped your hands together excitedly- of course he knew your favorite restaurant even though you've only raved about it once or twice around him. Your dress flowed in the wind as you jumped up and down, grabbing Drew's hands and leaning towards him to finally crash your lips against his. Drew hummed against you causing you to smile and pull away, resting your forehead against his with a smile.

"Congratulations, pretty girl." Drew said, cupping your chin into his hand before pulling you in for another tender kiss.

"Thank you." you whispered once he pulled away and wrapped his arm around you so you could lead him away from the crowded sidewalk.

You sighed in content while resting your head against his shoulder, your eyes scanning up towards the sky as you thanked the God's for gifting you with the most amazing partner you could ever ask for. You didn't even notice him pulling something out of his jacket pocket before he stopped you both mid step.

"I got you a little something, just so you know how proud I am of you and how happy I am that my girl is a graduate." he smiled, bitting his bottom lip while holding out a tiny beige box.

Your eyes raked his face and squealed after taking the box from his hand to open it slowly so he could watch you unwrap the white gift wrap. "Oohh's and ahh's" fell from your mouth as you pulled out the most delicate looking gold necklace.

"Drew..." you gaped, the necklace revealing an authentic heart shaped pearl in the middle. "th- this is so beautiful." you mused looking up at him with loving eyes. His tender glance causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach violently.

"You like it?" he wondered.

"I love it!" you nearly shouted, "Is that even a question?!" you added causing Drew to chuckle.

"Let me put it on you, beautiful." he urged.

Drew took the necklace from your hands and waited for you to turn around, his hands finding your hair and sliding it over your shoulder so he could put it on you with ease. His hands fell to your shoulders after he clasped the necklace around your neck, Drew pulled you against his chest causing your eyes to close in satisfaction as he kissed your jawline lightly.

"I have so much of you in my heart." he whispered in your ear, "So I thought I'd give you my heart even when we're far apart."

Your lips trembled at his words, gripping onto his forearms you turned your head to the side to look up at him to reveal his intense gaze. "You're like a dream." you giggled.

Drew shrugged while turning you to face him, his hands sliding down to your hips casing blush to shadow against your soft cheeks. "What can I say, the ladies love me." he teased.

"Shut up before I 'accidentally' feed you olives at the restaurant!" you poked fun at him, knowing he hates them.

Drew scoffed and bumped his hip into your's- causing you to laugh as he opened his phone to look at the gps so you could head to the restaurant.

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