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notmazikeen · 22 days

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SixEyed | Gojo Satoru

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‧₊˚✧[chapter 1]✧˚₊‧

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Tears pooled from your eyes. Your shirt was quick to become stained with the salty, pitiful drops. You felt everything, and all at once. Anger, sadness, relief, heartbroken, happiness, and disgust. You were sitting in your car after leaving your now ex boyfriend's house. All that was heard was the faint roaring of your engine.

You decided not to turn your music up. The silence was loud enough to turn everything into a blur.

As you eventually made it home, you suddenly felt exhausted. As you laid down on your couch you couldn't help but sigh.

Why did he go and cheat on you. With several girls. You thought things were better... Since the incident a few months ago.

On vacation you noticed how hard he stared at the girls around you. It made you angry. You gave that bum everything he needed and more.

Whatever he was a loser anyway.

You decided to pick up your phone. Scrolling through your contacts to call a friend. Looking for comfort. A few hours went by and you ended the call.

A sigh of relief left your lips. Feeling much better knowing you could do so much better than him.

You blocked his contact on everything. Took all of your pictures down with him on your socials. Wiped him from your phone completely. Not ever wanting to speak to that lowlife man ever again.

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A few months have passed since that day. The day you finally felt free. You were much happier without him.

There were a few times he made new social media accounts trying to win you back, but you blocked them as quick as he messaged you.

You were a new woman.

Occasionally you would miss the sex, but that's nothing your hand couldn't fix.

A week or two ago your friend mentioned how she found a cam website. You never paid any attention to her rambling.

But tonight, it's all you could think about. Wondering if maybe you could find someone attractive on here. To keep yourself busy on nights like these. Nights where you were unbelievably horny with no man to please you.

You sat on your bed and stared at your laptop. Unsure if you really should do this.

"It's not gonna hurt to look..." you let out a soft sigh to yourself.

Before you typed in the website, you grabbed the remote to your fan before turning off the lights. Trying to set the mood.

You shook your hands. Trying to shake your nerves. Why are you nervous? It's not like the guys see your face.

Maybe it's the fact that their streams seem intimate? Your friend explained in great detail how some streamers act and how they talk to their viewers. Saying their usernames out loud as they read their requests.

Your friend even showed you a few minutes of a stream. The man was incredibly hot. He had white hair, and covered his eyes with a blindfold. You couldn't tell if the whole hiding his eyes was to not give away his identity... Or if it was a kink sorta thing.

Either way it was hot. His username was 'SixEyed'. The name was odd. You friend told you how she had been watching him for months. He never showed his eyes or said his name.

I guess it's understandable. Seeing as if you were showing off your body to thousands of girls. You wouldn't want to be noticed in public, right?

When you were showed his stream, he was constantly reading out usernames and their comments or requests.

Some people asking him to say praises or degrading things.

Others begging him to strip into his underwear.

Either way it was honestly enticing...

You quickly signed up for the website. Choosing a username that was no way related to your life at all. You couldn't have anyone find out you were this down bad.

After clicking on the 'Most Popular' streamer link, you were met with 'SixEyed'. You clicked on his profile and sighed softly.

He was going to start his stream in ten minutes. On the dot at 8:30 pm. The only thing on his page was a few links that led to his socials, a few videos that had almost a hundred thousand views each, and thirst trap pictures.

You entered the queue for his stream and waited patiently. As the minutes passed he finally came on the screen. He was gorgeous. His voice was attractive too. He stated today was the anniversary of his account and he was doing a very special stream tonight.

This piqued your interest. What did he mean by that?

He waited about fifteen minutes and then scooted his gaming chair backwards. Revealing his entire black outfit. Black sweatpants sticking to his muscular thighs, and a somewhat loose black t-shirt. It was tight around his biceps, and he knew exactly what he was doing every time he subtly flexed his arms.

You felt yourself immediately obsessed with the man.

Everything about him was attractive. You were lost in thought for a moment, just ogling him through the screen before his words broke your trance.

"What should I remove first guys?" He said with a smirk. His tone a rather teasing and playful one.

He opened up a poll that showed up on your screen. You thought carefully for a moment.

"1. Shirt 2. Sweats 3. Blindfold"

Your eyes grew wide. Wait was he going to show his eyes on stream?!

A few minutes passed and the blindfold option was chosen. You could see him smirk and chuckle lowly. Butterflies filled your stomach, this man was hot as hell.

"Blindfold is last. I want to keep you guys on your toes." The man purred out.

Two hours. Two hours of watching this man strip on camera. He was now in his boxers and that stupid blindfold. It was around 11 pm now. A bunch of people had left his stream. Making it somewhat more intimate between him and the one thousand people still watching.

His boxers were low on his hips as he adjusted himself. His v-line just barely making an appearance. He would ask his fans to touch themselves as he did. To mimic his rhythm.

Of course you followed along. How could you possibly not touch yourself to this gorgeous man. Whose words slipped off his tongue with ease.

At first it looked like he'd only ghost his hands over the bulge in his underwear, like he was teasing himself.

You don't know why but your heartbeat became fast and loud in your ears. You were stuck in a trance. With your fingers grazing yourself through your underwear. You realized your heart was pounding because of his voice.

He was actually palming his dick now, and he had let out the most soul shattering groan. Your legs became weak on the bed.

How the fuck could a man sound so... sexy?

The man would let out a small hiss or groan or even growl occasionally. Your fingers slipped under the cloth that covered your soaking sex.

Moving your fingers across your folds, mimicking his movements. After a few minutes he stopped. He covered his mouth with his palm and it sounded like he was panting?

He looked as red as a tomato right now. He sat upright and brought his face close to the camera. "F-Fuck sorry. I've been so pent up...I don't want to cum yet." His voice strained out.

Your heart fluttered at his words. It was like he was speaking to you directly. You bit your lip in anticipation.

He read the comments on his stream for a few minutes letting his orgasm escape his mind.

Then he quickly leaned back against his chair. Manspreading himself. You could barely see the faint splotch of pre cum on his boxers.

The boxers he was wearing were slowly pulled down. Just barely exposing the tip of his cock. You rocked your hips against your fingers at the sight. The way he was teasing you drove you insane.

Wait. A man on a website was teasing you? You shake your head at the thought. Your friends watch him too. This isn't all that odd right?

You focused back on the man to see him slowly tugging his boxers down. "O-Oh fuck he's big..." You mumble out.

It was almost deafening when he spoke. "I know it's big right? Think you could take me?" He purred.

Your heart sank into your ass. It was just a coincidence. He most likely said that when he revealed his dick. Even though, it made his stream more intimate.

Your fingers made their way to your keyboard. You were typing out something before you knew it.

"Can you spit on it but keep your eyes on the camera?" Send.

His body shifted in his chair. He read your username and your comment. Oh my gosh. You felt like a child getting so excited over this but damn. This man could run you over and you'd thank him.

He gave the camera a smirk. "Of course I can sweetheart." He growled out lowly. Giving a wink to his computer.

Your thighs clenched together roughly. Oh fuck. This man had a chokehold on you. Quickly your middle and index finger were right back on your clit.

The man leaned over himself and let his spit trail from his lips onto his dick. Making sure to stare into the camera. A lustful look in his eyes.

You couldn't help but moan. He carried out your request so... so desperately.

As he placed his palm over the tip of his length, he groaned lowly. You swear you could see his cock twitch as his fingers traced the head of his dick.

"Fuckkk." He hissed. Throwing his head back into the chair. His hips instinctively pushing forward into his palm.

His muscular hand agonizingly slowly stroked his dick. Trying his best to stare into the camera as if he was making eye contact.

After a few long minutes he came across his chest. A soft whimper escaping his lips. That sound. That desperate sound made you reach an orgasm so quickly. One your ex never could have done.

"F-Fuck...Okay I'll give you guys a peek before I get off." He strained. He leaned into the camera again. His fingers slowly moved across his torso. You bit your lip. Eager to see more of his face.

The moment he lifted his blindfold up from one eye, your heart sank. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" You screamed.

The man you had just fingered yourself to, was satoru. You quickly shut your laptop and your jaw was wide open.

He had used a voice changer to alter his true voice. His white hair was out of the frame. And once he revealed his azure colored eyes, you felt so... icky?

You've seen this man so many times. He was in your college classes. You were somewhat friends! What the hell was that! You pick your phone up and call your friend.

"I just Gojo fucking Satoru jerk off on camera! You knew it was him didn't you?!" You cried.

Your friend couldn't contain her laughter. Of course she knew. That's why she wanted me to watch. Oh my gosh.

"Maybe you'll finally talk to him when we hang out. He talks about this other guy sometimes. They're planning a stream together soon!!" Your friend exclaimed happily. She had supported Gojo ever since he began to stream.

"Who? I cannot watch this man anymore oh my gosh! Why didn't you tell me!" You whine out. Embarrassment flooding your body like a sickness.

"He goes by Glock19 and fuck is he hot. I'm sorry! I didn't think he'd actually do the face reveal!" She giggled loudly. Clearly she had known Gojo was a cam boy. Their relationship wasn't at all sexual but she would flirt with anyone if she was drunk enough.

You sighed and palmed your face. "I can't with you. Goodnight." Your tone was somewhat playful. Knowing you couldn't get mad at her for this.

You ended the call and searched Gojo's name on Instagram. Quickly finding his normal safe for work account. You hesitated for a moment before pushing your finger to the follow button.

There was no way in hell that was really him. Your mind wandered off. Creating a stupid scenario where you asked him about it in class, and later he'd take you back to his apartment and give you an in person "stream". Satoru was mouth watering to gawk at. No! He is wayyyy out of your league. Right?

"Damn I kinda want to fuck him." You mumbled.

Ding.

You looked at your phone.

Gojo Satoru started following you.

Gojo Satoru sent you a message.

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1-danid · 9 months

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(pt2) dating teen vi

dating arc one vi part two, you have both aged up to arc two!

part 1 here! Go read it love!

You worked at the bar almost for the most part of your job.

You get a lot of gossip and news whilst bartending, it’s shocking what people will tell a pretty bartender when they're drunk.

You're much better of a bartender than Thieram, bless him. And he sees you as a really good friend because Jinx doesn’t scare him as much when you're around.

Not you literally being everyone’s favourite.

Also you 100% get free drinks when you're at the bar, like Silco loves you enough to let you get that free booze.

You're Silco's inside man or woman in this case I guess.

If you're not busy as a bartender you’d 100% be Sevika’s go to dealer for any game she plays.

You don’t even have a choice she's dragging you with her and shoving a deck of cards in your hands.

If she wins shell get you something the next time she's out, if she loses its your fault (she's just a real sore loser and wants you to cheat in her favour)

You're 100% a fair dealer, but when Sevika wins almost every round people get angry at you for cheating. Sevika would beat them up for messing with you.

You're like a daughter to her, and even though she doesn’t show it all the time. SHe cares about you a lot more than Jinx. When you're not working the bar, you're definitely patching up Jinx.

Speaking of Jinx always comes to you for comfort and reassurance as you're the only family she has left, even though Powder died.

You've stuck with her and she appreciates it.

Jinx has improved so much and you're proud of her, and believe it or not you feel like you found another family with her and Silco.

Sometimes you'll cook dinners and bake treats for them when you're off, getting Markcus to buy you the supplies you need as you play with his daughter in Piltover.

He won't admit it but he's more petrified of you than Silco and Jinx combined.

You don't like to go on glimmer mission, they remind you of your old life but on the occasion that Jinx can convince you to go.

You're still a badass, even though you stick to defensive attacks (you could never hurt Ekko.) You're still a force to be reckoned with.

Sevika is much nicer to you than she is to Jinx, but that is likely because of your maturity and you never climbed on her back when she had to babysit you.

When Vi meets Caitlyn in prison, she recognises your initials on one of "Powder's" drawings.

Poor girl has only thought of you and her sister, in all her time in Stillwater she's realised that she loves you and she wanted to find you and tell you that.

So when Caitlyn gives her an opportunity to leave she takes it, if only to know that you and Powder are alive.

We all know Vi is a flirt and she does flirt with Caitlyn, the cupcake scene is a canon event. So when one of your girlfriends sees Vi she waits to see who this pretty girl is with her.

You get news of Vi before Jinx and Silco and leave on your own to clear your head, as your ex lover is proclaimed to be alive.

You're overcome with emotions like jealousy, heartbreak, fear and most of all anger (covers your sadness).

How could she be okay without you, you could barely go a day without thinking of her and the good times how could she move on? Why would she move on and forget about you?

However Jinx took you out of your hole of self pity and wallowing, and asks you to come find Vi with her. It's at that moment you remember the torch and agree, travelling to the top of Zaun to light the torch.

Throughout this Vi had fought Sevika, who was taunting her about how you and Jinx had moved on from her, (we don't talk about your last fling, it was embarrassing.) As Vi is about to be beaten, Caitlyn saves her and then continues to flirt, slowly but surely more and more people hear about Vi's reappearance.

However when you and Jinx light the torch you have hope. Vi was never one to break a promise and if it was to Powder at least.

You stood there anxious as you watches all the fuel dry up and burn from the flare torch.

You just needed to know if she was alive or dead, to know if she cared about you and her own sister.

You needed to know if she had replaced you.

A/N

And that’s where I'm ending this part! I have no idea if i'll make another part but that one anon gave me motivation for this. So here you guys go. Sorry if it's all over the place, I need to rewatch Arcane. It's a bit rusty in my head. I swear I'm working on my atsv requests. I just had this in the works for longer. Hope you enjoyed be sure to leave comments and reblog it!

Next fic publishing will be after i finish updating my wattpad book. No you will not get a link to my wattpad account.

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readyforthegarden · 4 months

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Breakable Heaven - Part Four

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Female Reader

Synopsis: Being the maid of honor in your best friends wedding is already stressful enough without the best man being the ex-boyfriend who tore your heart to shreds. Stumbling across a dating app with dates for hire, you take a chance, inviting a perfect stranger to pretend to be your boyfriend for the weeklong celebrations. But how long can the charade last when the champagne starts pouring and feelings start growing?

Warnings: talks of betrayal and cheating, drinking, slight voyeurism (watching someone change) 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

WC: 3808

Dinner that night was fine, Danny was introduced to a few more bridesmaids that had made the journey in. And the next day was lackluster for him, the groomsmen didn’t have a plan, but the bridesmaids were all meeting up at a local dress shop, for one last look to make sure all the alterations done were perfect.

Danny was grateful Gavin seemed to keep away from you and him, though the occasional glare was tossed Danny’s way. It made Danny feel proud in some ways, that he had this effect on the man, and he wasn’t even really dating you. And that Danny was intimidating enough to keep distance from, well that was a cherry on top.

He didn’t really think much of Gavin outside of seeing him, until you burst into the hotel room in the late afternoon on Tuesday, your garment bag tossed over your shoulder. Your face was red, and you were doing your best to catch your breath. Danny paused the movie he had been watching and got up from his relaxed position on the couch, coming over to you.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked, taking the garment bag off of you and draping it over the arm of the couch behind him. “You seem upset.”

“Naomi showed up early.” you grumbled, kicking off your shoes.

“Oh.” Danny shoved his hands in his pockets, not exactly knowing what to say. “Uh, what happened?”

“She showed up to the dress shop, Gavin told her where we’d be. She just showed up, uninvited and unexpected.” you moved around him, going to the couch and flopping on it. “Olivia was going to send her back here but there wasn’t any point.”

“Did Naomi do something?” Danny asked, lifting your legs and sitting under them, resting them back on his lap. “Say something?”

“No,” you pouted. “I just…it’s so stupid but I hadn’t seen her in a long time. And I didn’t think seeing her again would make me feel like this.”

“Like what?” Danny leaned in, his voice soft. You shrugged, avoiding his eyes.

“I don’t know…I guess kind of like a loser?” your fingers busied themselves with a loose button on your cream colored knit cardigan sweater. “It just makes me feel pathetic. I shouldn’t care about her or Gavin.”

Danny watched as you bit your bottom lip, staring down at the button.

“You don’t care about them.” Danny told you softly, rubbing a hand up and down your jean-clad calf soothingly. “But that doesn’t mean the hurt doesn’t come back when you see them again. Gavin really hurt you, honey.” The pet name slipped out, but if it bothered you, you didn’t show it.

“Naomi was another friend of mine.” you mumbled. “A coworker, really but I trained her and we got close and started hanging out. I should’ve noticed Gavin would leave the bed when she’d stay the night.” your name fell from Danny’s lips in a soft whisper, panged with sadness. “I thought ‘wow, what a great guy I have, checking on my friend in the night, making sure she has enough blankets.’ I was so stupid…and maybe I was a bad girlfriend and deserved it.”

“I’m so sorry,” Danny leaned over, wiping a stray tear you failed to hold back from your cheek. “You didn’t deserve it, even on your worst day.” your shoulders shrugged in response.

“My grandma always said ‘you’re either a lesson or a blessin’’. your response was paired with a sheepish smile. “Maybe this is my lesson.” Danny pulled his hand away, sitting back up as he rested it back on your calf.

“I hope you get your blessing soon, then.”

“Who knows, maybe I’ll get it this weekend.” A small laugh rippled from your chest. “Maybe they’ll fall down a well and go missing.”

“I’ll dig one myself if I have to.” Danny grinned, making you smile.

“Olivia will gladly help.” You smiled. “She’s been waiting to knock him out.”

“More hands make less work.” Danny laughed. A silence lulled between the two of you, his hands still resting on your calves. “Uh, do you want to get ready first or should I?”

“Oh I will.” you withdrew your legs from his lap. “I need to wash the day off of me.” you got up, going into the bedroom and laying out tonight's dinner outfit before getting in the shower. You tried to keep events of the day out of your mind under the hot water, but it was little use. You ran through fake scenarios, all from confronting her with sharp words and splashing a complimentary mimosa in her face to having a heart to heart and clearing the air. None of the scenarios made you feel better.

The walk down to dinner came quicker than you anticipated, there were only so many passes of your eyelashes you could do with your mascara wand, not wanting to risk annoying clumps resting on your lids.

Danny guided you down the stairs again, and at the bottom, wrapped an arm around your waist, tucking you into his side. Looking up at him, you smiled softly as his large hand gave your hip a squeeze of reassurance. There was something about the man next to you, you knew he was doing the job you hired him for, but he exuded comfort to you. You knew as long as he was there, you wouldn’t have to worry about anything.

The meal went off without a hitch, Olivia kept you preoccupied with your maid of honor speech, Danny’s arm lounging on the back of your chair as he spoke with Thomas about a golfer they both liked keeping you warm. Maybe it was the fact that every time you looked towards Danny, you caught the image of Naomi and Gavin at the other end of the table or it was the fact you felt so relaxed, but you allowed yourself to indulge in your drinks more.

When dinner was over, you and a few other bridesmaids had been talking excitedly as music played in the bar. Your laugh rang through it, hitting Danny’s ears and making him turn from his conversation at the bar to watching you bop to the beat that was playing while listening to your friend. The chardonnay in your glass swished with your movements, playing a dangerous game of trying to spill over the rim.

You had happened to look away from your friend, catching Danny’s eye and grinning. He watched as you excused yourself and made your way over to him.

“Hey lover,” you giggled, wrapping an arm around his torso, “Long time no see.”

“Hi honey,” Danny laughed as you took a sip of your drink. He gently took the glass from your hand, setting it on the bar. Instead of fighting him, you just wrapped your other arm around him, clasping your hands behind his back and smiling up at him. Your cheeks were tinged pink from your drinking and the excitement of the previous conversation. He wrapped one of his arms around you, hand on your back as you relaxed into him. “Are you having fun?”

“Mhm,” you hummed. He watched you as you stared at him, your mouth falling open slightly. One of your hands unclasped from the other, coming around and tapping the apple of his cheek, just under his eyes. “I figured it out!”

“What did you figure out?” Danny asked, confused. Your smile widened as you batted your lashes at him.

“Your eyes, they look like those caramel apple suckers you get at the cider mill.” your finger moved up and Danny was quick to catch your hand, pressing a kiss to the finger that was pointed up before linking your fingers together. “They’re so pretty, the caramel brown melting with the candy apple. They’re my favorites.”

“Well thank you, honey.” Danny laughed, his cheeks now turning pink. “I’d like to keep them, though, so I’ll hold onto this.” he squeezed your hand gently.

“Ugh, you two are gonna make me sick.” Olivia winked as she passed by. “Get a room!”

“That’s a good idea,” Danny winked back with a laugh. He looked down at you, watching you stick out your tongue at your best friend. “Wanna go get cozy?”

“Oooh yeah!” you nodded. “I’m done with this dress, and these heels.” After saying goodnight, you and Danny went back upstairs to your room. You moaned exaggeratedly after taking off your heels, making Danny laugh as you went to the bedroom, grumbling about never making your bridesmaids have fancy dinners for a week, shutting the doors and breaking off your own words.

Danny walked over to the couch, glancing towards the doors as the light flicked on. Through the frosted glass, he could see your dark silhouette moving about the bedroom. He meant to look away, but you were posed perfectly, taking off your dress at the foot of the bed. He watched you shimmy it down your body. Danny blushed, looking away, but not being able to ignore the movement out of his peripheral vision.

Danny’s eyes traced the curves of your body, feeling something stir in his stomach as he imagined being in there with you. The sound of another hotel room door in the hallway snapped him out of it, making him jump and scold himself. Turning around, he shook his head, telling himself it was the alcohol from dinner that was making him feel a little loose.

“I meant to say last night,” Danny called out after clearing his throat. “Your friends all seem really nice.”

“Yeah?” you called back, no longer in view of the doors when he turned around. “They’re pretty cool.” the conversation lulled for a few moments until your shadow reappeared before opening the doors, greeting him in your pajamas. Danny watched as you moved to the bed, sitting on it as he came in, grabbing his pajamas off the bed and walking into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Danny changed quickly, coming back out and fishing his phone from his dress pants pocket, plugging it into the waiting charger on his bedside table.

“I’m glad you’re getting along with them.” you smiled, setting your own on the table on your side.

“They’re fun to talk to, for sure.” Danny sat on the bed, getting comfortable. You followed suit, getting under the covers and laying on your side, facing him.

“Tell me about your friends.” Danny smiled at your request, awkwardly reaching behind him to grab his phone off the nightstand.

“It’s easier to show you, they’re kind of hard to describe.” he laughed, unlocking his phone screen.

“Ooh show and tell.” Grabbing your pillow, you pushed it closer to Danny's, nearly overlapping it and scooting your body closer, leaning in to see his screen. He scrolled through his photos before landing on one.

“This is Sam, he’s my best friend,” Danny tilted his screen to show you. “He’s probably one of the smartest people I know, he got accepted into Harvard. But he chose the band over it.”

“Oh wow, that’s a big decision.” you sighed, “What does he play?”

“Bass and piano, he dabbles in a lot, we all do.” Danny proceeded to list off the instruments they all could play, watching your eyes get wide.

“Okay go back to your friends before I feel even more talentless.”

“Sure,” Danny laughed. He swiped a few times, then landed on a picture of him and two others. “This is Jake, he’s the guitarist in the band. He’s insane, he’s always thinking of music and always playing these wild, complicated solos. And then that’s his twin Josh, he sings, he’s got this insane range.”

“Can I hear it?” At those words Danny became nervous. What if you didn’t like the music he dedicated his life to? What if you thought Josh’s vocals were too strange or it just wasn’t your genre? What if he picked the wrong song? “Please, Danny?” you pouted up at him from where your head lay partially on his pillow.

“Okay,” Danny exited his photos and pulled up his music app, typing in his band's name.

“Greta Van Fleet?” your voice was soft, as if you didn’t mean for him to hear. “Oh no, I told Olivia you were a rock band, and that sounds folksy.”

“We are a rock band,” Danny soothed your worries. “Here, this is a good one to start you off with.” You sat up as Danny leaned back on one of his arms, propping himself up and setting his phone in the small space between you on the bed. The beginning of a song titled Heat Above started playing, and Danny watched as you tilted your head curiously at the organ.

You kept your gaze on his phone screen, listening to the song as it played. Danny’s eyes were laser focused on you, noting every twitch in your lips, watching to see if they would turn down, if your head would shake instead of nod along. He suddenly despised how long the song was, near six minutes of agony as he awaited your thoughts.

“Oh wow,” the words slipped from your mouth softly as the first chorus hit. Danny couldn’t help but lean in slightly, exhaling a silent sigh of relief when you started to smile. “Danny, this is really good!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! Nodding eagerly, you turned back to him, eyes twinkling before pointing back to the phone screen where clips from the music video played. “I don’t know that I care for that metal thing they put on your head, though. I can’t imagine that it was light or fun to wear with those curls.”

“It wasn’t so bad.” Danny shrugged.

“I like Jake’s puffy sleeves though.”

“Oh that’s Josh,” Danny corrected gently, making you blush. “Jake is the one with the hat.”

“I’m sorry,” you slouched down, feeling embarrassed though there wasn’t much reason to.

“You just learned who they were five minutes ago,” Danny assured you. “As long as you don’t confuse them to their faces, they’re fine.” Something stung about that comment, making you lay back down and get under the covers. Maybe it was the alcohol still in your system, but suddenly you were tired, and didn’t want to have this conversation anymore.

“You okay?” Danny picked up on this, taking his phone off the bed and pausing the song. You closed your eyes, turning over so your back was to him.

“Yeah,” you answered quietly. “Just got really tired.”

“Okay,” listening as Danny got under the covers, you started to drift to sleep. Danny paused momentarily as he turned from plugging his phone back into the charger, realizing you hadn’t moved back to your side of the bed. There was still plenty of room for him to comfortably lay, but your close proximity surprised him. Once settled, he turned out the lamp, sending the room into darkness.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked softly into the dark. The sheets rustled a bit as you moved, though you were still placed close.

“I’m just sad,” your voice was whisper-quiet, forcing Danny to turn his head towards you.

“Why?”

“Because in a few days, we won’t know each other anymore.” you replied, mumbling lazily now you were drifting farther into slumber. “And I’m gonna miss you.” Danny’s heart fluttered at your admission. You were going to miss him. Instantly the words ‘I’ll miss you too’ were at his lips, but your even breathing told him they wouldn’t be heard.

Danny laid awake next to you, his eyes adjusting to the dark of the room and counting the seconds to distract him. Why did it bug him so much that you would miss him? And that he would miss you too? Everything suddenly felt new to him. He’d gone on fake dates before, but it was nothing more than a night out, a dinner with long distance relatives or a work function. Never something as involved as this.

Slipping out of bed, careful not to disturb you, Danny grabbed his phone and headed to the living room, shutting the doors quietly. Taking a seat on the edge of the couch, he opened facetime, pressing the first contact.

“Daniel!” The young man grinned when the video call connected. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Hey Sam,” Danny felt like he could breathe a sigh of relief. “I’m glad you’re up.” Sam rolled his eyes with a smirk.

“It’s only midnight,” he scoffed. “What’s up?”

“I need to talk to you about something.” This sobered Sam’s smile, Danny’s face was nervous, serious, and Sam began to run through every scenario he could.

“What’s going on?”

“Okay,” Danny took a deep breath. “You know how I’ve been going out on a lot of dates the past few months?”

“Yeah, you’re a real stud these days.” Sam laughed, letting his guard back down. “What about them?”

“Well, they’re not really….real.” Danny grimaced, realizing he didn’t know how exactly to explain it. Sam’s face reflected confusion and Danny continued. “So there’s this app where people can hire dates-“

“Are you telling me you’re an escort?” Sam deadpanned. Danny shook his head, rolling his eyes.

“No, I don’t sleep with them. It’s like if they need a date to a party or something, they can hire me and I’ll stand in.” Sam’s brows furrowed as he took the explanation. “I just got tired of you guys always trying to hook me up with someone, so I thought the dates would stop it.”

“Danny you could’ve said something,” Sam frowned. “If you’d said it was uncomfortable we would’ve stopped.”

“I know, but I just thought this was easier.” Danny shrugged. “Anyway, you know how I’m on my vacation?”

“Yeah?”

“Well my vacation is actually a date.”

“Wait what?” Sam moved on his couch, and Danny heard the gentle sound of his dog Rose’s tags clinging together as she adjusted presumably next to him.

“This girl asked me to be her fake boyfriend for a wedding, and I said yes.” Danny told Sam. “It’s this weekend but she’s in the bridal party and there’s a bunch of stuff, and her ex is a groomsman and she’s asleep in the other room right now.”

“So, why are you coming clean now about this?” Sam asked, watching the journey on Danny’s face. “You could’ve waited until you came back.”

“I-“ Danny began, but stopped. Sam arched an eyebrow at his hesitancy. “She’s a great girl, she’s sweet, and she’s funny, and I think we’re becoming friends,”

“Uh huuhhh,” Sam nodded, the tug of a smirk pulling the corner of his full lips up.

“Her ex is a dickhead, and he tried talking shit about her the first night and I could’ve knocked him out there.” Danny continued as Sam’s smirk turned into a grin.

“Is she pretty?” Sam narrowed his eyes as Danny rolled his.

“Gorgeous.” Danny nodded. A flash of your smile as he picked you up off the ground when he saw you after golf entered his mind.

“Daniel,” Sam leaned in close to his phone's camera. “You like her.”

“Of course I like her, we’re friends.” Danny shrugged. Sam shook his head.

“No, no,” he corrected. “You like her. Might even be falling in love with her.”

“I am not!” Danny whispered sharply, then turned to glance over his shoulder to make sure you didn’t wake. “I’ve only known her for three days.” Sam looked indignant and shrugged.

“Sometimes that’s all it takes.” he sighed. “Do you think she likes you?”

“I don’t know,” Danny shrugged. “That’s why I wanted to talk to you. When we were going to bed, she had asked me about you all, and I showed her some pictures and I told her about you-“

“That’s where you went wrong, now she’s in love with me.”

“Shut up,” Danny laughed softly. “But then she wanted to listen to a song, and she got Jake and Josh mixed up and then got sad.” Sam looked at Danny ludicrously. “She had a lot of wine after dinner, she’s a little tipsy.” Sam nodded in understanding. “But then when I asked if she was okay, she said that she was sad because after this week, we won’t know each other anymore, and that she’ll miss me.”

“Will you miss her?” Danny felt the words bubble up in his throat again.

“Yeah, I will.” Danny admitted, feeling a weight off his chest he didn’t realize was there. Sam stared at his best friend for a long moment, then spoke.

“Do you want my honest opinion?” he asked.

“Always,”

“A drunken mind speaks of a sober heart.” Sam recited the old adage. “I don’t know if she feels the same as you do, but at least she said she’s going to miss you. That tells me she feels something for you.”

“What if she just sees me as a friend?” Sam shrugged at Danny’s question.

“Then you’ve gained a new friend.” he leaned back against his couch, yawning. “Something tells me she likes you back, though.”

“What makes you say that?” Danny asked curiously.

“You said ‘we were going to bed’. Are you in the same bed?” Sam asked nonchalantly.

“Well, yeah.”

“Listen, I don’t know her but most women wouldn’t share a bed with a man they didn’t like if they didn't have to.” Sam answered. “Especially a stranger they only just met.”

“I don’t know,” Danny worried his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Daniel, make a move.” Sam advised.

“We still have five days left, what if she doesn’t and everything is awkward? We have to really sell that we’ve been together for six months.” Danny sighed, leaning back. “What if it messes everything up?”

“And what if it doesn’t?” Sam questioned back. Danny groaned, knowing Sam was right. Hearing shuffling from the bedroom, he sat up again, lowering his voice.

“I think she might be up, I gotta go.”

“Good luck, Daniel,” Sam gave his friend a little salute. “Keep me updated.” They hung up, and Danny slowly made his way over to the bedroom doors. He didn’t hear any movement, so he gently twisted the knob of one of the doors, opening it slowly.

The shuffling he had heard turned out to you rolling over in your sleep, head fully on his pillow now. Danny smiled at the sight of you, sound asleep on his pillow, arms encircling it. Had he stayed in bed, would that have been him?

“Shit,” Danny sighed under his breath. He was going to have to send a text in the morning, one he knew he’d never hear the end of.

He really was falling for you.

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random-person10 · 21 hours

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Heartbreak High

The new one, not the old one.

This show has always managed to confuse me and I don't know if it's an Australian thing or a writer's thing. I'm pretty sure it's the former coz it happens every time I watch anything Australian.

But this season was even more confusing than the first. Like in the first season, it was chaotic to me how everyone ended up fucking almost everyone, I could not guess who was going to get together at fucking all. All it took is for these fuckers to make 4-second eye-contact and BAM sex, get a grip. Ig teenagers are actually like that and I'm just a loser. Anywho, this season, the only thing that confused me was Rowan's whole character arc.

Let me break this down:

He said that when he came to Hartley High, he was just ready to move on from his brother's death, or maybe he wanted to move on in Dubbo, I dunno I kind of didn't pay attention. But like, he started killing birds and terrorizing Amerie with them on the first fucking day of being there, because she didn't remember him?

This motherfucker went into the forest, while Ant was busy threatening to cut his dick off, killed a bird, and put it on her bag? Sorry but how fast does this man act? What a machine.

Then he dated her ex-boyfriend? For what reason? Was it strategic? I still haven't figured that one out yet. Like sure it'll make Amerie jealous but he seemed genuinely into him so I don't think that's it. Actually, thinking about it now, Malakai is hot and Rowan was all "forget Amerie" or whatever so that bit does make sense tbh. I cried when they broke up go away, imagine the person you're dating calls u by their ex's name? ugh sad

Then after breaking up with Malakai and getting his heart savagely broken, he just starts dating Amerie? At first, I assumed that was because he planned to hurt her emotions, but he literally spoke about her to 'Jett' like he was into her, so that confused me. I thought he hated her?

Like bro seemed to not have a plan. I know he's not mentally stable and all that but like what was going on in his mind? He's trying to ruin her life, but also likes her, but also thinks she murdered his brother.

And why did he tell Malakai to fuck off when he started dating Amerie? Like was that genuine possessiveness or was that part of the plan? (My little brain was like "awe he wants to protect Malakai from whatever he has planned at that dance so he's telling him to go away, cutee he still likes him" but I'm delulu so ignore that)

AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF

His delusions just vanished with Amerie saying: "he died because he loved you" and a clip of Jett not being a part of Rowan's hallucination anymore... like excuse me, I need a clip of this man going to a therapist and actually acknowledging his schizophrenia, not whatever this form of fucking 'closure' is.

It was so half-arsed, it made me mad.

Man, I genuinely liked the guy, but it seemed like they created his plot 4 episodes into the season. Nothing linked.

Still was very obsessed with the show tho. The sarcasm and the sibling vibes were very entertaining. STILL THE PLOT MAKES VERY LITTLE SENSE. But, again I'm very bad at paying attention so I might've got it all wrong.

Side note: the principal's dog (Joan of Arc) with her little fuchsia-coloured vest were the highlight of this show for me, isn't that kinda sad? There is a scene where the principal is talking to Cash, and Joan is facing the opposite direction and I laughed at that for like 30 minutes, tragic.

#heartbreak high 2022 #rowan callaghan #amerie wadia #malakai mitchell #I need to get a fucking life this is sad #Joan of Arc the dog #Yes I'm making a tag for her #she stole the show for me

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Johnny depp and loser friend texted that they'd like to desicrate Amber's burnt corpse. You're so pro woman until your favorite abusive Hollywood man leads a smear campaign against his significantly younger and vulnerable ex wife. Sad!

I wanted to dismember my abuser and wrote ways I wanted to hurt him the way he hurt me, victims will act out when they're hurt

Sad!

#pro johnny depp #johnny depp is a survivor #johnny depp

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mikakou2 · 8 months

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Can't Take Meds (Aizetsu x Fem! Reader)

There are many kinds of duo. An apprentice and a samurai. A demon slayer and a demon slayer. But a demon and a demon slayer is not something that's very common.

Yet here you are, scolding your demon friend, Aizetsu, for stealing medicine. You didn't hate Aizetsu, but hated the idea that he went on his way to steal and possibly assault someone for medicine.

"If you wanted medicine, you could have told me." You mumbled, sighing as you sat down back on the bed. "I could have made you some otherwise. Are you sick?"

"I'm not sick." Aizetsu frowned, his blue eyes pitifully staring back at you. "I stole these pills for you. I don't want you to die." He added.

Of course, you expected Aizetsu to overreact about your fever. Some demons usually aren't very clever when it comes to human reactions, like fevers and such. They always consider them as dying, even though fevers last a few days.

"I'm not dying." You crossed your arms. "Why would I die? I've fought countless of demons, I trained against my master, and I have slained a couple of humans too." You said, counting down your badass situations.

"You're making me sad right now." Aizetsu said, closing his eyes while his eyebrows were curved into a sad expression. "I want you to take these pills so that you can get better, and that we can talk normally. I don't want to be outside, waiting for you to die."

"I said, I'm not dying. How many times do I have to repeat it to you?" You deadpanned. You sighed, since Aizetsu was the type to never give up.

"Please take these pills. You cared for me when I was hurt, now I should care for you too."

And Aizetsu was right. Aizetsu was hurt, and even though he can regenerate, he needed a few minutes to regenerate after being chopped up. You, on the other hand, considered him as human and brought him somewhere to rest. And that's how your friendship with a demon started- even though at the first days, you tried so hard to shoo him away.

"Do you not like it when I am here?" Aizetsu added in an attempt to make you feel guilty. "I worked hard to get these pills for you..."

"Don't be sad, Aizetsu. I'm not mad at you, okay?" You said, reaching out your hand. You were hesitant to touch his hair, but you did so. Your hand landed on the top of his head, brushing it slightly. "Just please return those pills. Other people need it more than I do."

"Other people... Including you, Y/N. Why do you have to keep excluding yourself?" He added, sniffling but not sobbing. "I just wish the best for you."

Before you could say anything else, you heard the main sliding door open. "Aizetsu, go under the bed." You said, and Aizetsu did so.

The sliding door to your room opened, and it was your ex friend. You sighed as it was your master in training.

"Y/N! You're not taking a rest." He scolded. Being the old man he is, he walked inside angrily. "I told you to buy medicine from a nearby shaman and swallow it."

"Ehh..." You frowned, averting your gaze. "Medicine is for losers. Besides, it doesn't do anything for me, old man! I can handle myself. I'm like steel." You said and patted your own chest with your fist.

"Strong or not, medicine will get you better in no time. Remember that you still have duties to fulfill." Your master said, dropping the bag of medicine on the table. "I got this for free from my friend. I troubled myself to go here, so be thankful!" He scolded.

"Alright, alright... I'll take 'em." You replied in an annoyed tone, clearly lying.

"If you don't, you'll be training in the hot sun for a whole day." Your master threatened.

"Why?!" You complained. "I'm the sick one here, so why am I being threatened?"

Your master laughed. "Because you're extremely stubborn." He deadpanned. "I'll be off now. Make sure to eat and take a shower."

"Thanks, Master. Bye." You said, waving slightly as your master left. After the main sliding door closed, you sighed and looked down. "Come out, Aizetsu."

He got out under the bed, and you dusted off some dirt off his clothes. "Did they see you? Hopefully they didn't... A friendship between a demon and a demon slayer isn't good news, especially for the Hashira."

"I don't care if they saw me or not. But I stole medicine for you. I definitely worked harder." Aizetsu mumbled. "That's why, take my medicine instead..."

"That's nice, Aizetsu. Thank you. But I really don't need medicine." You said, and Aizetsu frowned ar how stubborn you were being. "Are you getting jealous that my master gave me medicine?" You asked.

Yo then looked down to see his hands fidgeting inside the bag of medicine. "I'm not taking that." You repeated.

"... You're making me deeply sad right now." Aizetsu said, looking down. "Please take the medicine if you would not like to experience death."

"I said, no. If you don't leave me alone, I'll shoo you away again." You crossed your arms, clearly stubborn of taking the medicine. "Medicine aren't all that, anyway. I can just recover-"

Before you could continue, Aizetsu popped the medicine inside his mouth. He held your cheeks and pulled you close, then kissed you. He pinched your cheek to make you open your mouth, and the medicine got inside your mouth.

You forcefully swallowed it and coughed. Aizetsu pulled away and gave you water. "Drink," He whimpered.

You grabbed the water and started to chug it down, making a disgusted voice. "Ugh... I hate the taste of medicine." You muttered.

"But did you also hate the taste of my lips?" He asked curiously.

You turned to him, widening your eyes. "... Well, it wasn't so bad..." You added.

Aizetsu sat properly, raising his legs up to the bed on the bed. "Atleast you finally took your medicine. You will get better sooner or later."

You stared at Aizetsu. That kiss... Felt amazing, honestly.

"Your lips taste great." You honestly said, and Aizetsu was surprised. He tilted his head.

"My lips...?" Aizetsu asked. "Are my lips... Inviting...? I've never kissed someone before," Aizetsu said, covering his mouth while averting his gaze. "I'm surprised you think of my lips as nice."

"Yeah. Also, for a demon like you, you're kinda handsome." You added to your confession.

"I'm handsome? You're very beautiful yourself, Y/N..." He said. "You know, the reason why I do all these things for you is because you're so nice and pretty..."

You stared at Aizetsu and blushed. "So, when you stare at me, do you feel sad?"

Aizetsu shook his head. "I feel hard."

The atmosphere went dead cold as the two of you stared at each other. "I thought this would be romantic. Never mind." You thought and looked down at his pants. He was being forreal.

"You really are hard for me." You said, surprised. "That's big."

"I want to kiss you again." Aizetsu said, moving closer to you. "I really do."

You didn't really hate that idea. Infact, the reason why you rescued Aizetsu was because he was sexy as fuck.

You held his cheeks and kissed him again. Aizetsu held your hips and pulled you closer to the point your bodies were pressing against each other.

As you two kissed, Aizetsu tugged on your uniform. "You can destroy my uniform like you destroy other people. I don't care." You said, kissing his cheek.

"I don't want to ruin anything that's related to you. They're all very beautiful," Aizetsu said with a whimpery tone as he started to pull down your skirt. He held the sides of your panties and slid them off.

The two of you kissed as he started to rub your clit. His mouth moved down onto your neck and started to bite it. Despite him having sharp fangs, he didn't bite too hard.

"Aizetsu, don't be afraid." You moaned out with a smile while hugging him close. "You can do whatever you want with me."

"Whenever you say those words... I don't know how to feel," He said, pulling you away and his hands fidgeting in his bag. He pulled out condoms and lube, which you reacted in a surprised manner.

"Why do you randomly have those?" You asked as he bit the condom to rip it off.

"I always look at you and want to do it. It's hard to hide it in," Aizetsu said, pulling down his trousers. "I want you to make me feel how I fantasize everyday with you."

His cock sprung up immediately and you gasped. Was that gonna fit? Who cares. If there's a will, there's a way.

"Put it on for me," Aizetsu said, giving you the condom.

"I don't think I will, yet." You smiled and went between his thighs. He was surprised as you started to suck on his tip, making him moan in a whimpery tone.

"Y/N-!" He moaned out, covering his face. As you went further, all he could ever do was beg and tear up due to pleasure. "Your mouth feels so hot... Gah..." He moaned out, throwing his head back.

Your tongue licked against it the base, then went back to sucking his tip and taking it all in your mouth again. Aizetsu couldn't believe how far better this was than his fantasies were.

He then held your cheeks gently, guiding you properly as his hands he fantasized to touch for so long started to rub against his length. You looked up at him, and he eventually blushed. Those eyes of yours, more enchanting than he had thought daily.

"Don't look at me like that..." Aizetsu said, averting his gaze. He gasped as your hand trailed up to his nipples.

"Look down at me while I'm doing this for you, please." You said with a smile as you started to bob your head up and down his cock faster than ever. He groaned and moaned, feeling as if his cock was throbbing inside.

"Y/N, I can't- Hah... I wanna cum..." He begged, holding onto your cheeks. "Please pull out, I don't want to dirty your mouth..."

However, you were stubborn as usual. You pulled out and stroked his cock. "I want to swallow your cum," You eagerly said. "Please?"

"You can't do that, it'll get dirty- Gah-!" He moaned out as he came, his cum immediately covering your hands and face.

You were surprised, but grinned. "Who cares if it's gonna get dirty? You're gonna do that inside me anyways." You said, then licked his cock to clean his residue. Due to too much pleasure, Aizetsu couldn't handle it. His tip leaked with more cum even though you cleaned it.

After it was semi cleaned, you pulled out the condom. You placed it on your mouth and put on the condom on his cock by going down on him again, taking in every inch of his cock in your mouth.

You sat up and straddled his legs, rubbing against his cock. "N-Ngh... Don't... Don't edge me like that... Put it in..." He whimpered, holding onto your waist.

His whimpers were a turn on, and of course, you wanted to tease him. With a grin, you held his cheek. "Do you want it, Aizetsu?" You asked, kissing his lips. "You want to penetrate me so bad, huh?"

"I-I do! Just please, let me..." He begged, looking down as he fantasized of penetrating you. It's been days since he edged himself with those kind of fantasies he made up in his head, but now it was happening.

"I want to see you beg for it. While looking at my eyes." You said, rubbing against him faster. "Beg for it, Aizetsu." You said, kissing the side of his head. "I won't yell at you."

Those words made him feel as if there was butterflies in his stomach, and he gulped. "Y/N... I want to fuck you, please..." He begged. "I want to see you ride me over and over again until I can't remember my own name."

"Hmm," You hummed. "I didn't quite hear it."

"Y/N-!" He said in a determined tone now. "I want to see you bounce up and down my cock while begging for more, until you start to get exhausted."

"Please? Please let me. I don't care anymore if you yell," He whimpered, hugging you. It seemed as if every ounce of his self respect had drained out. "I'll beg like a dog if I have to."

"You'd be a cute dog if you would." You grinned and positioned yourself. Slowly, you took in inch by inch of his cock in your pussy. The two of you moaned, while his fingers spread your pussy apart for easy access. As half of it was inside, he started to suck on your boobs while his hands skillfully massaged the other nipple.

"I've... Always dreamt of this..." He gasped for air while sucking more. "I wanted to touch your body so much..."

"Aizetsu," You moaned out. "Aizetsu, more-!" You said while riding his cock. The more you bounced up and down, the more he moaned. It was too good to be true.

Those days, nights, weeks, months of imagining you riding his cock, it was real now. He was in true bliss- even more in pleasure than Karaku was.

"Y/N, it feels so tight..." He panted, kissing you more while you bounced on his cock.

"Don't close your eyes," You said, holding his cheeks. "Look at me like you always did even when we first met. This is the face you fell inlove with, Aizetsu."

And Aizetsu didn't even complain or correct you. You were right- you're the only woman he's for.

The two of you moaned in pleasure while the bed creaked. The two of you continued to have a heated make out session, with his tongue skillfully taking in every spot in your mouth.

Your saliva connected and it felt great. Aizetsu continued to hold you close to him, and you could feel his heart beating, his heart beating only for you.

"Aizetsu, I'm close," You moaned out.

"I'm close too," He whimpered, his body shaking as he held you. "Can I?" He asked for permission.

"You can, don't worry." You said, kissing him again. You moaned into his mouth as you felt his warm cum from the condom arrive again, the condom being covered by your cum as well.

Your movements slowed down as the two of you panted for air. He rested onto your shoulder, kissing your neck. "Y/N," He moaned out your name, then started to kiss the back of your ear. "I love you. I love you so much." He repeated over and over again as his hands rubbed your inner thighs. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You should have told me this a while back ago, Aizetsu. I love you too." You said, hugging him as well. "You're perfect..."

Aizetsu then laid you on the bed and pulled out of you. You spread your legs eagerly for him, and he went between your legs. He then started to kiss your clit, making you moan.

You held onto his horns, making him 2x sensitive than he was. His eyes were half lidded as he licked further, his tongue lapping against your pussy.

"Aizetsu..." You moaned out, both of your hands holding onto his horns. You rubbed his horns and he flinched and blushed more. "You like that, don't you?" You smiled.

"It feels... Great..." Aizetsu said, looking up at you. He licked your pussy even more, savoring your taste. He licked your cum and even spread out your pussy to get what was inside more.

"Aizetsu, you're gonna make me cum again...!" You whined, holding onto his cheeks. "I want you inside of me again, please..."

He sat up and wiped his mouth, then positioned himself. "I'll do anything for you, Y/N."

He then inserted himself into you slowly, and of course, the two of you moaned. The feeling of being linked made Aizetsu feel as if this was not what he deserved. But this was what he needed.

He held your waist and started to thrust slowly, kissing you. His lips trailed down to your neck as he kissed it while you held onto his hair. He never knew that hair pulling turned him on so much.

"Aizetsu, faster, please!" You begged, shutting your eyes. "I want to feel every inch of you inside of me, please... Aizetsu..."

Aizetsu held your cheeks and kissed your eyes. "Y/N, open your eyes..." He said, and you opened your eyes. "You told me to look at the woman I fell for. I want you to look at the man you fell for as well."

You blushed, but smiled. "Aizetsu... You really do make my heart flutter all the time," You said, then kissed him again.

The two of you made out as he thrusted inside deeper. You threw your head back, then he bit your neck. "Aizetsu, I'm gonna cum...!" You whined out, holding his hair tighter.

"Cum for me, please..." He begged, licking the hickey he left as a sign of ownership. "I want to have all of you fluids wrapped around me."

You did as he said and came immediately, and the two of you panted. He pulled out, and Aizetsu looked down at you with a lovesick gaze. "I love you."

"I love you too..." You said, catching your breath. He pulled out, and saw that your cum oozed down to your sheets.

He stood up and carried you. "Where are you taking me, Aizetsu?"

He walked towards the couch and laid you there. "Stay." He said, and walked away. You sat there, smiling to yourself.

"He's too sweet to leave me." You thought to yourself, not doubting that Aizetsu would stay. "I'll wait for you."

Aizetsu came out of the bedroom after a while with the sheets on his arms. He placed them on the laundry.

"I'll do your laundry for a week as a thank you," He said, looking down at you. "I promise I won't let you down."

You smiled up at him. "How about we take turns everyday?" You asked, holding his cheeks.

"Huh?" He said, then blushed.

"I want you to live with me from now on. I'll protect you, and you'll protect me."

Aizetsu looked down and started to tear up. He sniffled and wiped his eyes.

"Why are you crying?" You asked, tilting your head.

"It's nothing," He whimpered while sniffling. "I've always loved you."

He raised you up from the couch and hugged you, and you felt his heartbeat against yours. You sighed happily and hugged him back. "I'm so lucky to have you."

After the two of you kissed, he went to the bathroom and placed you in the bath tub. You were surprised.

"I will take care of you. I promise." He said, holding his own chest. "I'll do anything for you. That's my promise for you until I die."

"Aizetsu..." You said, feeling your heart beat faster.

You held on his cheeks and pulled on it, making him whine. "Why are you so cute?! Why did God make you like this?!" You said, squishing his cheeks.

"You're acting as if we didn't have sex," He said while turning on the shower.

You smiled and hummed. "I had sex with the most perfect man I've ever seen." You said. "It's a win win situation for the both of us."

He was surprised of how much you loved him. He couldn't help but let out a little smile as he washed your body. "Of course, being with you is a win..."

(Another fanfic of clones I still don't know their lore and personality but they're hot especially Aizetsu 😋)

#aizetsu #hantengu clones #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer fanfiction #demon slayer

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Perspective's Sentence Starters; GUTS by Olivia Rodrigo (Part II)

LOGICAL

God, you're so good at what you do.

I'd put myself through hell for you.

I fell for you like water falls from the February sky.

No, I couldn't get out if I tried.

It was all in my mind.

I'm the love of your life.

No, love is never logical.

You built a giant castle with walls so high I couldn't see.

And all the things you did to me...

The sky is green, the grass is red, and you mean all those words you said.

I'm sure that girl is really your friend.

Our problems are all solvable.

Loving you is loving every argument you held over my head.

You brought up the girls you could have instead.

Said I was too young, I was too soft.

Said I can't take a joke, can't get you off

Oh, why do I do this?

I know I'm half responsible and that makes me feel horrible.

I know I could've stopped it all.

God, why didn't I stop it all?

GET HIM BACK!

I met a guy in the summer, and I left him in the spring.

He argued with me about everything.

He had an ego and a temper and a wandering eye.

He said he's six-foot-two, and I'm like, "Dude, nice try".

He was so much fun.

He had such weird friends.

He would take us out to parties, and the night would never end

When hе said something wrong, he'd just fly me to Francе.

I miss him some nights when I'm feeling depressed.

I remember every time he made a pass on my friend.

Do I love him? Do I hate him? I guess it's up and down.

I wanna get him back.

I wanna make him really jealous.

I wanna make him feel bad.

I really miss him, and it makes me real sad.

I want sweet revenge.

I write him all these letters.

I miss the way he kisses and the way he made me laugh.

Everyone knew all of the shit that he'd do.

He said I was the only girl, but that just wasn't the truth.

When I told him how he hurt me, he'd tell me I was trippin'.

I am my father's daughter.

Maybe I could fix him.

I wanna key his ca.

I wanna make him lunch.

I wanna break his heart, then be the one to stitch it up.

Wanna kiss his face with an uppercut.

I wanna meet his mom just to tell her her son sucks.

I'll get him back.

I'm gonna get him so good, he's not even gonna know what hit him.

He's gonna love me and hate me at the same time.

Get him back, girl.

You better get him back!

I got him really good.

LOVE IS EMBARRASSING

I told my friends you were the one after I'd known you, like, a month.

Then you kissed some girl from high school?

I stayed in bed for, like, a week when you said space was what you need.

Waited by my phone like a goddamn fool.

Now it don't mean a thing.

God, love's fuckin' embarrassing.

Watch as I crucify myself for some weird second string loser who's not worth mentioning.

I consoled you while you cried over your ex-girlfriend's new guy.

My God, how could I be so stupid?

You found a new version of me and I damn near startеd World War III.

Jesus, what was I even doing?

I give up everything.

I placed my bets, and it's not worth anything.

I keep coming back for more.

I'm planning out my wedding with some guy I'm never marrying.

THE GRUDGE

I have nightmares each week.

One phone call from you and my entire world was changed.

Took everything I loved and crushed it in between your fingers.

I doubt you ever think about the damage that you did.

I hold onto every detail like my life depends on it.

My undying love, now, I hold it like a grudge.

I hear your voice every time that I think I'm not enough.

I try to be tough, but I wanna scream.

How could anybody do the things you did so easily?

You know I can't let it go.

I've tried for so long.

It takes strength to forgive, but I don't feel strong.

The arguments that I've won against you in my head.

I fantasize about a time you're a little fuckin' sorry

I try to understand why you would do this all to me.

You must be insecure, you must be so unhappy.

We both drew blood, but, man, those cuts were never equal.

Do you think I deserved it all?

You built me up to watch me fall.

You have everything, and you still want more.

But even after all this, you're still everything to me.

I know you don't care, I guess that that's fine.

It takes strength to forgive, but I'm not quite sure I'm there yet.

PRETTY ISN'T PRETTY

I bought a new prescription to try and stay calm.

There's always somethin' missing.

There's always somethin' in the mirror that I think looks wrong.

When pretty isn't pretty enough, what do you do?

I'd always feel the same.

Pretty isn't pretty enough anyway.

You can win the battle, but you'll never win the war.

You fix thе things you hated, and you'd still feel so insecure.

I try to ignorе it, but it's everything I see.

It's on the poster on the wall, it's in the shitty magazines.

It's in my phone, it's in my head, it's in the boys I bring to bed.

I don't know why I even try.

I bought all the clothes that they told me to buy.

I chased some dumb ideal my whole fucking life.

None of it matters.

You just feel like shit over and over again.

It'll never change.

TEENAGE DREAM

When am I gonna stop being wise beyond my years and just start being wise?

When am I gonna stop being a pretty young thing to guys?

When am I gonna stop being great for my age and just start being good?

When will it stop being cool to be quietly misunderstood?

Got your whole life ahead of you.

I fear that they already got all the best parts of me.

I'm sorry that I couldn't always be your teenage dream.

When does wide-eyed affection and all good intentions start to not be enough?

When will everyone have every reason to call all my bluffs?

When are all my excuses of learning my lessons gonna start to feel sad?

Will I spend all the rest of my years wishing I could go back?

They all say that it gets better.

It gets better the more you grow.

But what if I don't?

#rp sentence starters #rp sentence meme #rp sentence prompts #sentence starters #sentence meme #sentence prompts #lyric sentence starters #lyric starters #music starters #rp meme #rp memes #rp prompts #ask meme #exodusmusing #*mystarters #*guts

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Happy Birthday to our favorite boy Peter Parker! I was wondering if you could write something small for it if you fancy? Fluffy or angsty whatever you prefer! Thank you if you do it! And love you if you don't!

happy birthday to our sad boy peterrrrrrr! bc that's what he is in this drabble so sorry xxxxxxxxxxxxxx love you!

“Hey, MJ,” Peter says, frantic as anything as he swings over the roof's edge. “God, today has been manic! I saved a cat from a tree and took a photo for you, naturally. And I stopped those jewellery thieves that have been in the news, you know the ones with the creepy masks and I told them such a good joke you would have laughed so hard, Em. And then I went to Delmar’s to get my sandwich - smushed flat of course, and I had to stop a bus that’s brakes had stopped! I was almost late to come to see you.”

He slips his backpack off and drops it to the ground, letting out a deep breath as he looks at the empty rooftop in front of him.

“I shouldn’t really be here,” Peter says, but he sits down on the roof. It’s a little unclean but he loves the view so he doesn’t mind.

He looks up at the billboard with the photo of his ex girlfriends face on it. She’s amazing - he always knew she would be. And though it hurts to see her everytime he swings around a corner, at least it means he can keep up to date with her from the sidelines. Without knowing anything personal. Without having to stalk her instagram account so he feels a little less like a creepy loser.

Peter doesn’t regret his decision to not tell her and Ned everything because at least they’re safe. At least they’re happy and they’re not spending their early mornings stitching up his chest because he didn’t dodge the knife in time. At least they don’t worry when he gets his second eviction notice through the door and they realise he’s one bad photo of Spider-Man away from sleeping in the dumpster again.

Peter usually does a pretty decent job of pretending he’s fine. He helps the people of New York and he sleeps at least forty five minutes a night and he doesn’t break down in the shower every other day.

But today, he lets himself think about her. About what she’s doing and if she’s happy and if everything would just be a little bit easier if he told her.

And then he remembers her face as she fell from the scaffolding and how he wasn’t there to reach her.

So he doesn’t tell her. But he does come to see her on his birthday.

“I know the Bugle are having a field day with trying to figure something out about me and I’m putting you in danger just by being here but I - God, MJ. I miss you,” he sighs, rubbing his hand over his face.

“That’s borderline insane right? You have no idea who I am and my heart is still yours. You wouldn’t want it even if you knew me now because I can’t afford to keep the electricity on and I practically live off instant noodles and would never deserve you in a trillion years, but it’s yours away. I’m a little nervous, Em, that it might be yours forever.”

He crosses his legs with a sigh and pulls his sandwich out of his bag. He doesn’t really have the money to spend five dollars on one meal but he figures it okay - just for today. Besides, Mr Delmar remembered his order for the first time today and he’s only been there a handful of times since everyone forgot who he was three years ago.

But today he forgets about all of that and he tells MJ that he got his GED in the mail and that he feels like a bit of a loser for talking to a photo of her in the middle of the night. He tells her he saw May earlier and that he’s volunteering at FEAST tomorrow and he'll pretend not to notice when someone slips food in his bag. He tells her his neighbour is nosey as anything but also the only person that knows his name. He tells her she wants to set him up with her niece but he’s terrified of letting anyone in - of letting them close because he couldn’t do that with her.

He asks her if she still has the reminder to draw a birthday card set for August fifth. He asks her if she ever thought about what it was for. He asks her if she misses him as much as he misses her. He asks her if she thinks maybe he’s just a little insane from being so alone. He tells her this is the last year - he won’t be back next time.

“Someone I stopped from robbing a bank told me I should go to therapy the other day and it’s like sir - I’m poor,” he laughs, a little wet. A little to himself. A little to her. It’s sad really, that the only happiness he’s had today has been when he’s talking to his favourite girls.

May would be so mad if she saw him mopping around with a half crushed cupcake and a smushed sandwich but there’s not all that much she can do about it - so Peter figures it’s fine for this year. He’ll be better next time.

So he sits and he ignores the sirens for five minutes and he eats. It’s the best meal and company he’s had since last year. But the sirens don’t stop for long and MJ isn’t really here at all. Peter Parker doesn’t exist. But Spider-Mand does, and he’s needed.

“Okay,” he sighs, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth and yanking his mask over his chin. He grabs his rubbish, shoving it to the bottom of his backpack. His knees click as he stands up and he wonders, not for the first time, what it would be like to go home early. But the thought leaves as quick as it comes.

He looks up at her once more, the smile on her face not for him but it’s beautiful all the same.

“I’ll see you around, MJ.”

#petermj #spideychelle #oop sad boy hours #idk man i was in an angsty mood

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larrikin-is-a-himbo · 1 year

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My thoughts on Russian Doll: Rewatch Edition [Part 1]

I had forgotten how unexpected and jumpscare-y the first time Nadia dies is.

RUTH MY DARLING. HOW I MISSED YOU.

I could be at the best party of my life, surrounded by the people I love and who love me, and yet I would spiral into a sadness dissociation. Nadia is just like me fr. (I know the trauma was very recent but you get what I'm saying)

I love that homeless guy so much you don't understand. I don't care about the ex though.

Nadia, why are you sitting in such a vulnerable position when you've already died once?

It's actually so much interesting to see the people around Nadia slowly lose their sentience as the universe continues collapsing their reality. A great example of it is Maxine. You can see how much this timeloop affects everyone, best through her. There's subtle changes (maybe this needs a post of its own)

Love that she still thinks it's the drugs and not just the misfortune of being the victims of universe's educating spree.

I think something worse than dying again and again is dying in the same way multiple times. These goddam stairs.

Imagine being Maxine and your friend is just acting full on CRAZY crazy.

Giving new meaning to "It's my party, and I'll cry if I want to"

Going to the Rabbi. I think I would start going to priests/pandits/any other terminology used for them, if I was going this insane as well. I can't figure out if she's Jewish me or not though. As much as I can remember from my first watch, she's not. (I don't want to repeat the part.)

My favourite thing about Nadia, as a protagonist, is that she's not a saint, she's not likeable all the time. She has a lot of fuck ups, even if she's suffering at the whims of the universe. Normally, female characters aren't allowed to be raw and messy and human is such manner. Really shows you the difference in a show made by a woman and a show made by a man.

MY MAN IS HERE. Boy, you have a lot of loser energy but I love that so come here, baby.

"Like, if you weren't paying me, I never would've spoken to you" Wow. That wasn't even said to me and it stung so bad.

He has this deep sadness in him. An aching to keep his life in control, to be understood, to keep things as they are. It's an impossible thing to do, to accept that you can't avoid change.

"You fucked the gingerbread man?!" "Don't call him that." "YOU CALL HIM THAT." BAHAHAHA

Love the way Nadia finds Alan's name. Just based on the fact that he's uptight and way too routine oriented.

I HAD FORGOTTEN THE DOUCHEBAG NADIA MEETS ON THE FIRST NIGHT WAS THE GINGERBREAD MAN.

Death by electrocution. Jesus fucking Christ. That's horrible.

YES, MY BOY. Go completely unhinged. [<- Just threw his stuff like a normal person instead of rearranging it like a serial killer]

"Okay, check it out. I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me I'm a bad person. Nobody did it because I fucking rule, so... there goes your theory." This is going to be my mindset for the rest of my life. Impostor syndrome who?

I love the little details since Ep1 of how this loop is affecting the real world. The people disappearing, the food rotting, the animals disappearing.

Going the route of making the main male and female characters a Weirdo duo >>>>>>>>>>

"I don't know who the fuck you are, I don't know what's going on here, but either you two suck each other's dicks or get the fuck out of my apartment." MAXINE THE QUEEN YOU ARE.

WHEN NADIA DIES BY RUTH'S HANDS IS THE SADDEST ONE SO FAR. I HATE IT SO MUCH.

"Nobody chooses me. I'm the hole where a choice should be." This hurt me. Hit too close to home.

The way Nadia is slowly being consumed by the grief of this reality of hers. Seeing John have his heartbroken again and again. It's just. Your grief just doesn't affect you, it affects everyone, it consumes everything around you. (I wish I could articulate my thoughts and feelings better. I struggle to even form coherent sentences these days)

"You created an impossible game with a single character who has to solve everything entirely on her own. That's stupid." "Watch and learn, baby face." This is what we call foreshadowing.

"I can fuck you better than Mike" My boy you need to be awake first.

It's about community and love and connections. And how we as social beings need other people to survive and thrive and be safe. In every way, the physical, emotional, we need people. We cannot be loners. That's not a viable way of living. The moral of the story is let others help you, believe that the world is a better place because you're in it.

Not just that but a sub plot (the building block to the major plot in S2) that no matter how much you suppress your inner child, no matter how much you try to forget them, they're still within you. You cannot take care of your present self or improve things for your future self until you acknowledge the child.

It's just, how beautifully it is shown the importance of human connection, loving and caring for others, why it is the utmost responsibility as humans to keep each other safe and well. Humans didn't come all this way without that love and compassion, and this recent trend of hyper-individuality has really fucked us over.

#Wish I was better at articulating how I feel and how something made me feel but I grew up in a hosue where we never talk about what's wro-#-ng but bottle everything up. be passive aggressive. and wait for all the bottled emotions to explode so bad. the people around-#experience the sting of our words so bad it's like carrying a shrapnel in your chest #Anyways #Russian Doll #Russian Doll Season 1 #Nadia #Nadia Vulvokov #Alan Zaveri #Ruth Brenner #Maxine #Lizzy #John Reyes #Jae rewatches

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126: Don Gibson // Oh Lonesome Me

Oh Lonesome Me Don Gibson 1958, RCA Victor

The back cover blurb is a lost art in today’s record design business, and I think it stinks! How many generations of music buyers have been robbed of the opportunity to read some record producer or anonymous A&R flack hyping up Kool Keith as a “talented young man with a sound that is really out there” or Radiohead as “the next James”?

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I bring this up as I look at the back of Don Gibson’s Oh Lonesome Me, which features an ‘introduction’ to the man behind the music by Lowell Blanchard, the station manager at WNOX, Knoxville, Tennessee, where Gibson had worked on “The Midday Merry-Go-Round” programme for the past seven years. Although the album contains two all-time country standards in the title track and “I Can’t Stop Lovin’ You,” Blanchard’s write-up reads more like a letter of reference for an applicant to the pipefitter’s union. “I think you’ll enjoy Don’s album,” Blanchard concludes. “It’s good music by a nice guy who likes people.” That’s very mild flogging for the album that launched both Gibson and producer Chet Atkins to stardom, and inaugurated the Nashville Sound that would dominate country music for the next two decades, but perhaps Tennesseans are a more reserved people than I’d figured them for.

A friend who’s weathered my periodic bouts of Gibson mania calls him “Buddy Holly as an Adult Man,” and I think that’s pretty good; stripped (by Atkins) of the usual fiddles and steel guitars, Gibson’s sound is as legible as rock ‘n’ roll as it is country. He was a fine singer, if not a particularly distinctive one, but as a songwriter, he was a wonder. It’s no exaggeration to say every Gibson song is fundamentally about the same thing, or that pretty much all of them are maddeningly catchy. Nicknamed “the Sad Poet,” the large-domed chanteur wrote fizzy hit after hit about the car door being slammed on his (emotional) dick. It’s hard to choose a favourite sadsack Gibson lyric: “Give Myself a Party” maybe, in which he throws a solo rager with all the stuff his ex left behind; or “(I’d Be) A Legend in My Time,” one of several songs where he turns being a loser into a competitive sport. Despite this artistic fixation on misery, his lyrics aren’t a baroquely weird psychic mess like Roy Orbison’s (a fan who once recorded an entire LP of Gibson covers); his writing has such an elemental simplicity any performer can make them their own. That’s why he’s such a popular cover choice, with “I Can’t Stop Lovin’ You” alone having been recorded over 700 times.

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Still though, I tend to prefer Don’s steady, reliable takes to those of his interpreters. Oh Lonesome Me has a lot of his biggies (including both “Bad, Bad Day” and “Blue, Blue Day”), and with Atkins’ eye on not only the country but the pop charts, everything gets the star treatment. The (cut me into little pieces and mail me around the country) unsung heroes are Elvis Presley’s backup singers, the Jordinaires, who hang a heavenly gauze over the ballads and lend the fast ones a bubbly excitement. It doesn’t hurt having Atkins, the ace of session ace guitarists, sitting in either—his jazzy, Les Paul-ish licks on slow blues “Heartbreak Avenue” are an absolute treat.

I’ve got quite a few Gibson records on my shelf, and you can’t really go wrong with any of his ‘50s and ‘60s output, though things get a little ropey by the ‘70s. To name but two, the ’63 compilation I Wrote a Song is a desert island disc for me, and Girls, Guitars and Gibson from ’61 is every bit as good as Oh Lonesome Me despite not being quite so laden with hits.

126/365

#don gibson #'50s music #'50s country #country music #classic country #music review #vinyl record #big head #chet atkins #the jordinaires

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How would the other alaries react to their partner wanting to leave? Well, except for the sane ones ig, I think those two would just react normally and get bullied by the others

Bellamy is surprisingly calm about the entire thing. It's not like you're the first person to try dumping him; he's still dealing with those mediocre cash-grab articles about his divorce and the whole custody split. Sure, there's a touch of seething rage behind that empty. blank mask he calls a face, but he's not risking his career for you. Go ahead, abandon him. He'll make sure the press knows all about how heartless you were, and he'll have someone new on his arm within the same month.

Really? You're really going to try and dump the one and only Romilly Alarie!? Are you okay, mentally? Do you even know what a dumbass you're being? He has plenty of people vying for his attention, people who'd be far more fucking grateful than you! Do you really want this? To break his heart? To hurt the man who 'loves' you and gifts you nice clothes and fancy jewellery? Are you really ready to give up a lavish lifestyle for... what? Your sad little ego? Some dumb little power play?

Cosima is confounded, flabbergasted, shocked, dismayed, fucking pissed. No. You do not dump her, you're nothing but a two-bit loser whose only purpose is to look pretty and pamper her. Don't you know what happened to her ex-husband? A few rumors, an accusation or two, and oops! His reputation's in shambles!! Do you want that? She's already writing up a loooong post to go up on her various social medias all about how she's escaped another awful relationship. Will it be worth it?

Alouette breaks down right then and there. While her siblings would be screaming or hitting or manipulating, Alouette just... breaks. She knew she wasn't good enough, she knew you'd see that eventually, she needs you more than she needs air, don't you know how awful her family are? She's doing you a favor by making you stay with her, totally selfless! You're a perfect happy couple, so perfect and sweet and in love and totally not held together by bubblegum and the threat of another nervous breakdown.

Miele's reaction can go one of two ways. He may laugh at you, ohhh my God! Are you really that pathetic? You can't handle a fucking relationship you sad little loser? Or, alternatively, he'll burst into tears, drop to his knees, cling to your leg like a petulant child and desperately beg and plead for you to forgive whatever grievous sin he committed. He knows he's dumb and bad and awful! He thought you saw him differently, that you saw the real him... Miele must have thought wrong...

#Oyasuminto OCs #Bellamy Alarie #Cosima Alarie #GN Reader #Miele Alarie #Romilly Alarie #Headcanons #Abuse TW

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Up in Flames by Eden Finley & Saxon James

SANDEN

When it’s your job as groomsman to tell the groom his wedding isn’t happening, the smartest thing to do is get it over and done with and then tell the guests to leave.

Yeah, well, I never said I was smart.

I might … accidentally, maybe on purpose, suggest to Remy that the best form of revenge is to have a party anyway. I mean, he’s already got catering, a DJ, and guests, so what better time to throw a petty party?

My loser high school friend never deserved him anyway. If I’d had the chance, I would have locked Remy down years ago.

Only, when the party leads to a drunken kiss, going on their honeymoon, and sharing their marital bed, I have to say, I’m not entirely sad that their wedding went up in flames.

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/124945464-up-in-flames

June 18, 2023

My Review: 5/5 Stars

Sanden has had feelings for Remy since the moment they met. But unfortunately before he could ask him out, his friend (but not really a friend) gets there first. Three years later, it's Remy's wedding day and he is left at the altar by Eman and Sanden is the one to tell him. And somehow that leads to having a petty party where Remy can get drown his sorrows. They even after end up finding themselves going on the honeymoon together so Sanden can be there for Remy. Remy has had mixed feelings bout his so called fiancé for a while now and after being left at the altar he begins to think his gut was right. But things are so complicated. Like Sanden. The man he once had a crush on but thought never liked him after he started dating Eman (along with some nifty lies from Eman as well). And the more Remy dwells on his new ex, the more red flags are going up. Sanden becomes a great support to Remy and things for them get complicated when feelings for one another come to light. However, their love story will be anything but easy. The two of them have a lot of things they have to deal with emotionally. And they know the dangers of starting anything too fast could hurt their future. A future that the two of them want more and more each day. I really loved this story! But oof, the angst and hurt and comfort that these two have to go through is quite a doozy. However, you can't help but cheer for the two of them to work their way back to one another once they can start to heal and solve these unresolved issues of their pasts. But! There is definitely plenty of romance between them and lots of laughs from them and other favorite characters throughout. I couldn't put the book down! This is one you don't wanna miss!

I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.

#books #book #book review #i love books #my review #up in flames #saxon james #eden finley

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I hope it’s ok to ask for advice? I’m heterosexual, but a separatist due to being a CSA survivor and most men being insecure porn losers…. And I don’t think my therapist supports separatism and lives in whimsical fantasy land because I don’t understand why I can’t just have my feelings without an assumption attached that being sad about something =wanting something back. Men are not good for my mental health, I only engage with them when I am looking to be harmed (self harming… ) and I want to stop doing that. I think I need a new therapist but the break up is hard.

Those links were really helpful, especially the “you don’t need sex or a man to be happy” thanks for that. I’m still grieving the loss of my innocence, my sexuality, and childhood… so I told my therapist I was sad I didn’t experience romantic love (ex Mormon but my father sexual abused me, didn’t want me to have eternal love or happiness, would humiliate me and assert dominance, he wanted me fully dependent on him like a mini wife, and made the false claim to everyone I was autistic and couldn’t live independently and had my mother complicit with that and would gaslight and abuse me…. He would claim this is how guys are and threaten and humiliate me privately, and humiliate me publicly, if a guy do much as talked to me or gave me any kind of attention and if I engaged ir like him or the attention.

I almost had my first kiss, but froze up and was scared because of my father… we were intimate for a moment and it felt loving, before getting close to kissing. I never felt loved before, I always wanted to feel loved for real. My heart is broken and I’m so but I know I don’t need that to be happy. That I can create my own happiness.

My therapist didn’t see my grief just protected her idea of what she finds happy and fulfilling (she’d a grandmother,) that “it can happen at any age” when I said I don’t experience romantic love.

I’ve been passive aggressive towards her ever since because I feel like In order to heal, I need to center myself and de-center societal expectations such as having a bf or husband, and having kids, and jusf center me because when I center myself I am happy, but I’m scared to be happy… scared I can’t be happy again. I need to de-center men because they don’t make me happy, I need to de-center their opinions and beliefs and thoughts and center me. Worrying about what they think of me and what others think of me being single and as a person is not helping me move forward. Im scared of being raped, scared of being hurt. I feel the pressure that in order to be worthy of love and respect in this world as a woman you need to be in a relationship and have that status and be beautiful and accomplished an I hate it.

Clearly my therapist thinks you need sex and a man to be happy… she did help me get my autonomy back (economic extortion and financial abuse…. I’m on disability folks threatened and intimated me in social agencies from become independent too, they profited off of me…)

I just don’t trust this therapist with my feelings anymore and when I try and talk to her about it I don’t feel better; how do you gracefully break up with a therapist? I haven’t broken up with her because I’m afraid if I do she will take it personally and reject me if I ever want to seek her services again… I have a bad maternal abondonment wound, hence why (especially being taught it was the plan of happiness,) I really wanted a bf as a girl…. And it devastated and traumatized me that my father viewed me as “his” his property and would get threatened and anger and jealous and it also makes me feel so much rage I want to shoot him 27 times but I can’t cause that’s illegal. He completely robbed me of an innocent happy childhood. He is a misogynistic pedophile. I really wanted a bf because I wanted to feel loved and wanted to he loved and happy so bad. It made me suicidal.

I still get euphoric recall from that limerence fling I had with someone in my Sunday school class because I was so repressed and depravity, that they smallest gesture of tenderness had such a physical and emotional effect on me.

I just want to grieve and let go, and center myself, but I don’t know how, and if she doesn’t support separatism than I think that’s a deal breaker for me.

You need to find a new therapist. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be a female separatist as a heterosexual woman, she shouldn’t be suggesting you need to find a man or have children to lead a full and happy life, and you don’t need to worry about being rejected by this therapist in the future. It’s her job to help you and if she’s not helping you right now, it’s not doing anyone any good. My therapist usually ends each session with “so next week then?” or something similar, you can just say you need to take a little time off from therapy or simply decline a next session. Say you’re busy, who cares. If you’re autoenrolled in sessions you should be able to cancel it and you probably don’t even need to provide a reason, if you do just be vague. You don’t owe them anything other than basic human decency, they’re there to help you and improve your quality of life, like that’s literally their job. That said, it sounds like you have some trauma to process and I think you could really benefit from speaking to a different therapist that specializes in complex sexual trauma. I was also molested by my father in a religious household, I understand the unspeakable impact that has on who you are and how you see the world. Working with a therapist can be really helpful if they actually ‘get’ you but it’s not so easy to find a good therapist. I’m sorry, I wish it was easier. Take some time off from therapy if you want to. I took several years off and honestly most of my experiences were bad before my current therapist. Doing my own research really helped me, just learning everything I could about how and why this happened to me. I read about it and wrote about it for years and years. I painted portraits of my grief, I wrote songs to it. I still do. It’s ok to grieve and it’s going to take a lot longer than you think. Let it. … Anyways, I sincerely hope you are able to heal and find peace. Sending all my love & strength.

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Ocean Eyes | XI: A Metaphorical Kraken

Chapter content warnings: kidnapping, captivity, death threats, Stephen being a martyr, mentions of underhanded/illegal activities for a good goal, vigilantism?, angst up the wazoo, non-explicit references to Stephen’s traumatic event, cliffhanger again, gun stuff idk if that’s a trigger, some degrading comments that can be read as condescending/demeaning or sexual but are not in a sexual scene, angst, Helen, Leek, Caroline, some similarities to 2.07 of Primeval which I deeply apologize for

Word count: 7,956

The first thing Nick became aware of as he slowly was dragged back into consciousness was that his head hurt.

He was also achy and dehydrated, a feeling he recalled all too well from his captivity. His skin felt hot and too tight. He needed water- soon.

He forced his eyes open and looked around. There was two of everything, and by ‘everything’ he meant his fellow prisoners. Abby, Jenny, and Connor were awake and observing him concernedly. “What’s going on?” He asked

Suddenly, bright light flooded their cell, revealing it to be the back of a van and stopping his fellow prisoners from replying. Caroline Steel stood there, holding a tranquilizer gun like it was natural. Her cold, stony eyes matched the firm, hard set of her face. Leek and the bald goon stepped up behind her.

“Caroline!” Connor exclaimed. His gaze shifted to Leek. “You leave her out of this. She’s nothing to do with this.” Leek just smiled, as if he’d found Connor’s plea funny, confusing Connor. “What?”

“For someone really smart, you can be amazingly thick sometimes.” Abby spoke up from inside her tank.

Connor’s eyes returned to Caroline as the truth settled like a stone in his gut. “No.”

“A girl like Caroline falling for a shambling, adolescent mess like you? No, I don’t think so.” Leek said. “I paid her to stay at the Inn and date you. You see,” he crossed his arms, adopting an almost sad expression, “people like me and you…we don’t get the pretty girls, Connor. We’re the nerds. The losers. The uncool.”

Affronted, Connor returned, “Speak for yourself. I do alright with women.” Leek chortled sarcastically. “What? I do. I’m just…I’m choosy.”

“You call Abigail a woman?” The suited rodent sneered. “She’s not even human, Connor.”

“Enough of this.” Caroline spat. “We need to get them in the tanks.”

The bald man reached in and grabbed Nick by the ankles, dragging him out of the van unceremoniously. Then he seized the merman by his collar and jerked him to his feet, producing a pistol from his pocket as Nick struggles to achieve balance. “Get your hands off me. I’m not going anywhere with you.”

The man pressed the gun to the back of Connor’s head. “Which one? The boy or the girl? Which one will make the point most effectively?

Nick tensed in alarm and slowly raised his hands. “Alright, alright. Don’t get trigger-happy.”

The mer cousins exchanged worried looks, but offered no argument or resistance. Jenny seethed internally, shoving forward and nudging Clones harshly away to wrap a protective arm around Connor’s shoulders.

Clones passed Caroline his pistol, and she slung the tranq rifle into her back by the strap, leveling the handgun calmly at Connor’s head. “Move.” She ordered.

As she herded them inside, escorted by two more nameless goons, Clones and Leek went over to Clones’ van, which hadn’t been opened yet. The guard opened the doors, light spilling in to reveal a very irritated-looking Danny holding his brother and brother’s fiancée to himself protectively with his massive arms.

“Come on out, Quinn.” Leek commanded.

The ex-cop eyed the firearm warily. Leek held it like a man who knew how to use it and wasn’t afraid to, and so did the bald and pale wall of muscle beside him. Danny didn’t dare fight back, not injured and disoriented with two unconscious humans at risk and unable to assist.

So he drew in a deep breath and swallowed his pride and instinct to fight back. He carefully put Patrick over his shoulders in a fireman carry, then scooped up Charlotte in his arms, mindful of her battered head. He slid out of the van and winced at the increase in light, squinting and ducking his head.

He was marched inside and led to a large concrete room. Inside were massively tall, towering containers with yellow frames and only a small round porthole window to see inside with. Through one of these windows he spotted Nick, watching through the water around him. So, they were mer tanks. Abigail was contained in another nearby, scowling murderously at Caroline Steel of all people, who shockingly had a pistol of her own trained on the very frightened-looking Connor’s head. He sat on the floor with Jenny beside him, half-hugging him defensively and comfortingly. Danny was equally surprised, worried, and furious that his beloved was present, but he was very proud of the darn glare she also was giving Caroline.

He wished looks could kill.

He knelt beside his girlfriend, whose gaze tore away from their captor and softened as she looked at the hybrid. He carefully laid Charlotte on the floor, then put Patrick beside her. “Are you okay?” He queried lowly, gently cupping her chin with his huge hand to look her over.

“I’m fine.” She assured lowly. “They chloroformed me, but they didn’t hit me. I think Nick got hit, and Charlotte here must’ve too. At least Nick’s conscious. What about Claudia? And Becker and Emily, and the others? Are they okay?”

“I haven’t seen them, so they must be okay. I only saw two vans when they moved me, and they’re both empty now, so I don’t think they could’ve taken anyone else.” He murmured back.

Leek strode into the room, followed by a woman that the inn’s residents had come to hate.

Helen Ambrose.

The madwoman scientist. The monster. The tormentor of merkind. The sadistic sociopathic nymphomaniac.

“Helen…you’re behind this.” Nick’s voice was muffled by the tank he was imprisoned in, but the disgust and venom it held was clear as day.

“Helen has been very helpful, but please, give a little credit where is due.” Leek sneered.

Danny felt a chill of fear to up his spine as he stared up at Helen, followed by a burning-hot flush of anger- feelings echoed by the other conscious prisoners in the room. Her eyes were deep brown like Claudia and Jenny’s, but these were hard and almost blank as they swept detachedly over her prisoners- not emotive and expressive and warm like the Brown twins’.

‘The eyes are not the windows to the soul; they are the doors.’ Danny couldn’t remember where he’d heard that, but it rang true. Even when Claudia or Jenny (or Becker or Connor or Emily, he supposed) were angry, there was genuine emotion in their eyes, almost passionate. But Helen’s eyes were so empty and hollow. It made sense, he supposed; there couldn’t be room for much substance in a woman as vain and vile as Dr. Helen Ambrose.

And those eyes landed on him.

“Danny Quinn. The hybrid. Half-merman, half-human. A freak or nature, the product of careless interspecies crossbreeding.” Her words were so clinical and callous, hurtful in their insensitivity and harshness. “For years I wondered if I should’ve bred with Stephen for the chance to study a hybrid offspring, but pregnancy would’ve ruined me in the scientific community, especially as an unmarried woman. I was overjoyed to learn that I could still have a specimen without needing to waste so much of my life and energy on growing one myself.”

Danny thought he might be sick. “You’re in dire need of some serious therapy.” He growled.

She didn’t flinch or react in the slightest. “Bring him to Lab 9.” She directed the guards, who promptly moved forward and seized him by the arms. He struggling against them as they pulled him to his feet, but just as he began lifting a leg to start fighting, Helen’s cried voice stopped him in his tracks. “Your brother’s fiancée has a minor head wound and probable concussion. Concussions can be dangerous and that cut could get infected. That would be a shame, wouldn’t it?”

He was smart enough to hear a threat without it being actually spelled out explicitly. He hung his head and sagged. “F*** you, Helen.”

“Mm, now that’s an idea. I’ve got notes on Stephen still; I wonder how your hybrid system would compare.”

The only thing that kept Jenny from launching herself across the room and going feral animal on Helen was the gun pointed at her cousin’s head, still held by his traitorous girlfriend. Her jaw clenched so tight she thought she’d crack teeth.

Danny turned his head as he allowed the men to pull on him again, and his powder blue eyes met hers. He gave her a soft, subtle smile. “I’ll see you soon, Jen.”

Her lips parted, so much to say on the tip of her tongue. ‘Come back to me.’ ‘Don’t let them hurt you.’ ‘I’ll find you.’ ‘I love you.’

The goons relocating him jerked a bit harder than necessary, and he tore his eyes away from Jenny and allowed himself to be taken, fearing for the consequences she would face if he did not.

The room Danny was brought to (Lab 9, apparently) consisted of almost entirely an open-topped, glass-walled tank. Around its perimeter on the bottom was a narrow walkway, and it led with a ramp to another walkway up above the top of the tank.

Clones and the other goon marched Danny to the edge, then stepped back and raised their guns. Danny raised his brows questioningly. “If I didn’t fight you on the way here, why would I fight you now?”

“Strip and get in.” The other man ordered.

Danny sighed. “I’m always getting told to get naked, and not even by my girlfriend. Guys aren’t my type, you know.”

The men remained blank-faced. “Strip and get in.” He repeated.

With an eye-roll, he complied, then bundled all gripped the railing, swinging his legs over and into the water. Before the men could stop him, he pushed off the side and swam away on his back, keeping his clothes out to the water. He swam over to a part of the railing that could only be accessed from the top walkway and hung his clothes over the railing. If anyone tried to seize them, he would be able to intercept in time.

The men looked annoyed at his little maneuver, but said nothing. Clones took a radio from his belt and spoke into it. “Sir, Quinn is in the tank and transformed.”

Leek’s staticky voice replied a moment later. “Good. Leave Wilder to guard him and return to the tank room. We’re relocating the humans.”

Danny swore under his breath, praying that no further ill would befall his captive friends and family at the hands of his kidnappers.

Claudia stood out on the dock, wondering how everything could have gone so wrong.

Her clothes were dirty and ruined, and she had cuts and bruises and scrapes and sore spots all over. The wheelbarrows and tables and picnic benches were all overturned, most of them sporting nicks and dents and dings from the blanks. The tablecloths and napkins and placemats and clothes and towels were strewn about. They were dirty and marked, some of them ripped and some of them in the water. Thankfully she hadn’t set any food or dishes out, so none of that hard work had been ruined, but no one could think of eating it right now.

Her cousin had been kidnapped, and possibly his fishy (no pun intended) girlfriend with him, and the mermaid he fancied. And her twin sister’s boyfriend, and his brother, and his fiancée. And the merman that she had finally admitted to herself that she herself fancied. And her twin sister.

Her womb-mate. Her other half. Her little sister. Her carbon copy.

Jenny.

If anything happened to any of them, Claudia would riot, would fight, but if anything happened to Jenny? Murder. There would be blood and violence and death at her hand. There would no culprit or accomplice or bystander left untouched by the wrath of the elder twin.

A sibling bond was strong, but a twin bond? Immeasurably powerful. The love even sweeter, the grief even colder.

A low splashing noise was the only indication of arrival that Claudia got. She turned toward the sound and saw Stephen climbing onto the dock. His face was even blanker thank it had been the first time she met him, but she knew this wasn’t out of the indifference or derision she’d initially suspected. This was a mask- a mask of flesh, the mask he wore to hide his emotions to keep his vulnerable mind safe behind.

“Any updates?” She asked, kneeling to offer him a towel and stack of clothing. He started slightly- not at her voice or presence, at her kind gesture. Still, he took the proffered fabric and began to dry himself.

“The princes and Princess Jessica took their father back to Atlantis. I remained with them until the mouth of the entrance. Atlantis has medicine that can heal him, and being in his own home, in the sea, will help him heal. His fins weren’t damaged, and none of his vital organs got hit. He should heal quickly.” He cast the drenched towel aside and let out an exhausted breath. “I’m sorry, can I trouble you for another towel?”

Claudia took off her jacket instead, knowing the material was soft and water-absorbent. “Use this. What about you? Are you hurt? Hungry?”

“I’m fine.” He looked around and pulled the T-shirt she’d supplied over his head. “Where are Nick and Abby?”

Claudia winced. “Leek, a man who’s been staying at the Inn, attacked the king with the help of a man we don’t know. Caroline, Connor’s girlfriend, helped them kidnap Jenny, Connor, Danny, Patrick, and Charlotte.” She hesitated. “They took Abby too. Nick came back afterward and decided to go after them. It’s been almost two hours and he hasn’t come back.”

Stephen’s jaw was locked tight, and he was white-knuckling his trousers as he fastened them. “God help us.” He stood up, swaying on us feet but standing resolutely. She suspected that anger and sheer stubbornness was giving him the strength and balance Merfolk struggled to obtain when transforming. “Sarah? Is she hurt?”

“No.” Claudia assured him, scooping up the dripping towel and wringing it out over the edge of the dock. “She’s fine. She’ll be glad you came back.”

They went inside, and Sarah shot to her feet, moving quickly to meet Stephen halfway. He knelt down to be closer in height and set his hands on her shoulders protectively and her own hands curled around his forearms. “Are you okay? I couldn’t see if you got hit or not.” The Egyptologist queried, studying him carefully.

Stephen’s eyes mimicked hers, scanning her for any trace of injury. They landed on the small scrape on her forehead, causing him to frown. Gently he traced a fingertip over it, and she hissed quietly in pain. “How did this happen?” He asked, his voice low but dangerous.

“I hit my head on the dock when we were getting into the water to hide.” She replied honestly. “My own clumsiness.”

He nodded, pulling her against his chest in a hug. His shirt was slightly damp, and he smelled like the sea (and, inexplicably, lemons). When they reluctantly pulled away, he tipped his head down and kissed the scrape on her forehead tenderly.

“So what now? Is there a plan?” The merman asked after a moment, looking at the other humans in the room inquisitively.

Becker hesitated. “That’s a good question. Normally, we’d ring the police, but we’ve agreed that the last thing anyone needs is the government getting their noses into merfolk business. They’d probably try to do the same as Helen, or worse. But we also have no way to track them down. Nick managed to track down the van within the Inn’s property lines, but we don’t know how. I caught two vans leaving on the security cameras- they must’ve been hiding in a blindspot I hadn’t covered- and we searched everywhere and didn’t find a sign of him, so we’re assuming they took him too.”

Stephen shut his eyes and drew in a deep breath. He pushed to his feet and took Sarah’s hand in his, walking over to the couch where Claudia and Emily sat. They seated themselves beside the cousins, and Stephen put his face in his hands. “You said…A few days ago, when you showed us the picture, you said Helen was near Leek’s vehicle?”

Becker nodded. “Yeah. And we know that Leek and Caroline are also working together. They took the submarine that went to Atlantis.”

Stephen paled, though less dramatically as he had upon seeing Helen’s visage. “Helen must be involved somehow. Eight years ago, she was obsessed with everything to do with my people. Nick and I didn’t tell her anything about Atlantis, but when we left, Nick was glad to be going back to Atlantis. He mentioned it by name. I’m not familiar with human technology, but what if she’d planted some kind of…listening device…in her boat? We were right next to it. She could’ve overheard us talking about it, and if she knew it existed, she’d be determined to find it. I don’t know why else Leek would want to know the way to Atlantis, except for the same motives. But Helen being near his car…it’s too much of a coincidence for it to be just that.”

“Do you know where Helen was keeping Nick?” Emily queried. “Maybe she brought them back there. We could drive there and get them back.”

Stephen nodded. “I don’t know how to get there by land, but by sea I do. But I don’t know if she’d still be there…I could swim up and see.”

“Absolutely not.” Sarah shot that down, drawing the attention to her. “I’m not letting you go off on a wild goose chase with no backup. If she is working with Leek, then he’s got at least one henchman and they can both shoot. Plus Caroline…that’s four humans, at least two armed, against you. And until you dry out enough to walk or run, you’re especially vulnerable.”

His chest warmed at her concern despite the crushing weight of stress that tightened it. “You’re probably right. But I can’t sit here and do nothing. Nick…Nick is like a brother to me. I would die for him. I spent seven months tracking him down last time and went through utter h3ll to bargain for his freedom. I’ll do it again if that’s what it takes.”

Becker’s phone rang abruptly, breaking the tense silence that followed Stephen’s declaration. “Hello?” His confused frown morphed into a hard glare that would’ve put the coffee table six feet under with different circumstances. Swallowing, he took the phone away from his ear and held it out toward Stephen. “It’s for you. It’s Helen.”

Stephen got to his feet, reluctantly dropping Sarah’s, and crossed the room to snatch the phone from Becker’s hand. He stormed outside, down to the beach, letting the feeling of moist sand under his bare feet calm him ever so slightly. “It’s me.” He spoke into the unfamiliar device, holding it as Becker had.

Helen’s voice came over the line clear as day, as if she was standing beside him and speaking directly into his ear. “Hand yourself over or Nick dies.”

In all his life, Stephen had never known such pain as he did in that moment. His heart seemed to twist in his chest, like it was tearing itself out. He felt sick. He felt like he was dying. He was devastated. He fell to his knees and the hand holding the phone to his ear dropped.

No. No. He couldn’t let that happen.

He put the phone back to his ear after a long moment. “Where are you?”

Triumphant, Helen gave him the location- a warehouse in London on the shores of the Thames River. “Alright. I’ll be there. And if I come and give myself over, you’ll let Nick go? Like last time?”

“You have my word.” She replied.

It never occurred to him that Helen was lying.

He let out a breath. “Okay. I’m on my way. If I get there and Nick is dead, I’ll kill you myself.”

“My sweet Stephen, you could never.” Helen all but simpered, and hung up with a smile.

He had taken her lies hook, line, and sinker (no pun intended, honest) and soon she’d have him back within her clutches.

On the beach, Stephen got to his feet and forced himself not to crush or throw Becker’s phone. He pushed himself to return to the inn, leaving a waning trail sandy footprints that were just a handful of grains by the time he got inside.

Sarah jumped to her feet the moment he reentered the living room, and she and Claudia and Becker (who were both pacing anxiously) all immediately strode over to him. “What did that b¡tch have to say?” Demanded Claudia.

Stephen extended the phone back to Becker, who took it, and wrapped his free arm around Sarah’s shoulders. Eyes on Claudia, he asked, “Could you lend me money for a cab, or help me find free transport? Helen told me where she is, and I’m going there to get Nick back.”

That smacked of nothing good. “How are you gonna do that? Offer yourself up instead?” She queried, voice filled with a cynical, almost mocking, skepticism.

He winced, both at her tone and at her unnervingly spot-on guess (even though it wasn’t a guess). “…More or less.”

Her face blanked in shock, but after a moment that changed to an anger born from concern. “Stephen, you absolute-”

The merman really didn’t want to know what she was about to say, and he swiftly cut her off. “I know how it sounds. Let me explain. Please?” She shut her mouth, pressing her lips together firmly, and nodded once sharply to allow him to talk. “Eight years ago, Helen let Nick go once she’d gotten what she wanted from me. Apparently she hasn’t changed, because she told me that if I handed myself over to her, she’d let Nick go. She gave me an address- some warehouse on the Thames.”

“You can’t seriously think she’ll honor that.” Becker interjected.

“She did last time. And she gave me her word.” Stephen shot back, and then his shoulders slouched. “Look, it’s the best I’ve got, alright?”

Claudia groaned, fisting her hands in her hair in frustration. “Alright, we’ll do it.” She decided after a long moment.

Becker shook his head. “Claud-”

She heaved a sigh. “Gear up, Becker. You and Emily- arm yourselves. Bring as many as you can hide, even if that means Sarah and I have them on us too. Jenny and Danny can shoot; if we can bring enough guns, we can arm them too. Stephen, is there any way to send a message to your people, to tell them to get to the facility through the Thames?”

He nodded slowly, considering. “I know something that might work, but I’ll need a few things for it.”

“What’s ours is yours.” She agreed. “Sarah, help him. If anyone needs to eat, get changed, get a coffee, whatever- do it now. I’m gonna get changed and make some calls. We leave in half an hour.”

She went upstairs and stripped out of her dirtied and tattered clothes, changing into sensible shoes, pants and a blouse, and slipped on a black coat over it. Satisfied with her outfit, she relocated some of her purse essentials into her pockets- keys, pepper spray, pocketknife, baby wipes, cigarettes and Zippo for Jenny, wallet in case of tolls- but left her mobile out.

Claudia rang a number she hadn’t called in a long time- too long, to her regret. After a few rings, the woman on the other side picked up, and Claudia spoke. “Hi, Kat, it’s me. Look, I need a favor.”

The reply was surprised but ecstatic. “Claudia! My beloved! What can I do for you?”

Claudia smiled. “I need you to do some digging on the internet for me. Is that okay?”

“Of course. Let me grab my laptop.” Kat replied. “What do you want me to do?”

“I’m gonna give you an address, and I want to know all the information you can dig up on it- blueprints, size, everything.”

“Okay, what’s the address?”

Claudia gave it to her, and a few minutes later Kat had results. “Okay, I’ve got something. It’s an old theatre on the Thames in southwestern London. One floor, possibly with a basement, about 89,000 square feet. It was shut down for health code violations but purchased by a Dr. Leek a few years ago. I’m seeing some small-business contractors having gone in and renovated it, but it looks inactive and there’s been no new businesses or anything located there. It’s like Leek, whoever he is, came in, fixed it up, and disappeared.”

Claudia frowned. She had been expecting something a little more obvious- an unopened aquarium, a defunded laboratory, something that would provide her even a tiny glimpse into the building. Still, at least she knew it was one or two floors and a manageable size.

"What’s going on, Claudia? You haven’t called me in almost two years, and when you do now it’s for information, not a social call.”

The Brown took a breath and gave Kat the abridged version of events- the existence of merfolk and Atlantis, Nick and Stephen’s stories, the trip to Atlantis and the royal summit that went awry, everyone’s relationship drama, Connor and Caroline, Leek, and Helen. The marine biologist elicited the strongest (and funniest) reaction from Kat:

“She sounds disgusting and I want to set her on fire.”

Claudia found that idea agreeable.

“I mean, I can totally meet you there. A Zippo and a bottle of flammable gas makes a good flamethrower.”

Claudia laughed despite the fact they were talking about setting a living person on fire. “Where’d you learn that one?”

“Some Scottish professor Rachel was friends with. A paleontologist. I still can’t believe I actually talked her out of burning down Adam’s house.”

She frowned at the name of her ex-fiancé, who she’d broken it off with a month before their wedding after two years of engagement. “Why him? I broke up with him, not the other way around.”

“Yeah, but he threw a fit didn’t he? And he never supported your career path, when you wanted a law degree or when you decided on culinary school instead. You did not deserve that.” Kat reminded. “Only reason I talked her down was I didn’t want her getting deported.”

Claudia smiled broadly. “Good decision, although I’m touched you both cared so much about me. I’ll pass on you coming down to London, but I’ll keep the flamethrower tip in mind. I’m not sure if we have flammable gas, but Becker might have something I can use. Thanks, Kat. Buh-bye.”

Claudia hung up with Kat and dialed her other university friend/dormmate, a foreign student with a hot temper, stubborn streak, and deep affinity for music. This was the same Rachel that Kat had been talking about- the apparent pyromaniac.

As the phone rang, Claudia eyed the clock. Rachel’s time zone in the United States was five hours behind England time (not to mention the International Date Line difficulty). That made it nearly ten in the morning for the other woman.

“Claudia! Hi!” The American answered excitedly. “Long time no…hear, I guess.”

The Englishwoman found herself smiling again. “Hi, Rachel.”

“Something tells me this isn’t a social call. And by ‘something’, I mean the text I just got from Kat.”

“I need a favor.” She admitted.

“Course. What can I do for you, sweetheart?”

She took a breath. “Can you teach me how to shoot a gun?”

Rachel was silent for a moment. “I mean- yeah, but…what about becker and Jenny? They can shoot, can’t they? Not to be rude- and trust me, I’m honored that you’re asking me- but why are you asking me and not one of them?”

Claudia sat down on her bed. “It’s a really long story. The relevant part is Jenny and Connor and some friends got kidnapped by a madwoman and Becker and Emily and two of our friends and I are about to go kick down the door and bust them out. The situated is pretty complicated so we can’t get the police involved. I know that sounds sketchy, but I was just talking to Kat, and she said you wanted to burn down Adam’s house, so I don’t think you’re gonna have an issue with it.”

Rachel chuckled. “Well, $h¡tf***s, that sounds h3lla nasty. Is it Sir Voldemort?” She was referring to Henry, and respecting their hatred of saying his name by making a Harry Potter joke, which always confused Claudia because Rachel didn’t read or watch or even like Harry Potter.

“No, he’s still in prison as far as I know. Don’t call me mad, but… mermaids are real.”

“Rad. Okay, there’s mermaids. Please tell me Becker has a mermaid girlfriend that’s gonna get that log out of his Δ$$.”

Claudia snorted. “No, but if everyone makes it out alive Connor might. He fancies one called Abby, who’s been captured too. It’s a really long story, but the super-short version is that there’s a couple mad scientists obsessed with merpeople, and not in a good way. One of them, Helen Ambrose…she essentially kidnapped and tortured one of them for seven months, and the price she made his best friend pay to buy his freedom was sleeping with her. He didn’t go into detail but he’s pretty traumatized over it still almost ten years later. And now she and her psycho buddy scientist and some bald grunt and Connor’s spoiled rich girlfriend who they paid to date him, they all attacked the king of Atlantis and kidnapped a mermaid and a merman- the one Helen kidnapped eight years ago- and Jenny and Connor and Jenny’s boyfriend Danny who’s half-merman and Danny’s brother Patrick and Patrick’s fiancée Charlotte who’s also Emily’s best friend. It’s a mess, and now Becker and Emily and Emily’s other friend Sarah and Stephen- the best friend merman- and I are going to London to rescue them. Emily can shoot too, but I don’t want to ask her or Becker to teach me right now. They’re too stressed.”

“I understand.” Rachel replied, sounding deeply concerned. “That sounds really f***ed up, not gonna lie, especially that psycho Helen b¡tch. Is…Is it her you’re hoping to shoot?”

Claudia didn’t answer for a minute. “I have one of Becker’s pistols and one of his rifles.”

To her credit, Rachel didn’t push it. “Okay, can you take a picture of each and email them to me? I need to know what I’m dealing with.”

Claudia did so, and after a minute Rachel talked again. “Alright, is your right or left eye dominant?”

“Right.”

“Cool, me too. So here’s what you’re gonna do.”

Ten minutes later, Claudia was versed on the basics of firearm safety and operation. The rifle seemed a little more complicated, and since she knew Jenny and Becker both preferred a rifle to a pistol she would probably leave it to the professionals in the end.

“I can’t thank you enough, Rach.” Claudia sighed.

“It’s my pleasure.” The American replied sincerely. “Is there anything else I can do for you? Thongs are pretty chill over here right now, as far as I’m concerned anyway, so don’t worry about disrupting me.”

Claudia thought for a minute. “Well, there is one thing…can you teach me how to make a Molotov cocktail, Miss Arson?”

Just in case she had to burn something. Didn’t even have to be Helen.

(She wouldn’t mind it being Helen, though.)

Rachel laughed. “Okay, you’re gonna need something glass to put it in.”

Meanwhile, downstairs, Sarah was helping Stephen gather supplies to send a signal to Atlantis. It was some contraption of fishing wire, wood, and seaweed and she made the proactive decision not to ask how it worked. Stephen had also dictated to Sarah what to write down, since he didn’t know how to write, and they had sealed the paper with clear duct tape to waterproof it.

“I understand a little, I think, of how you’re feeling.” She told him, hoping to offer sympathy. “Charlotte’s a good friend of mine.”

“He’s not just my friend, Sarah, he’s my labssorant1.” Stephen said, earning a frown from her. “It’s one of the few words from the original Atlantean tongue that is still in modern use. It doesn’t have a very solid definition, since it pertains to emotion. But essentially, labssorants are like brothers, but closer. It’s usually between two mermen, but not always. There is a love between them stronger than father and son, or husband and wife, or brothers- even twins. Atlanteans believe that when a child is miscarried, or if they die within three days of being born, that their soul is reborn into another body. Because of this belief, many believe that labssorants are siblings one of who was reborn into a different family.”

“Is that what you believe?”

He tied off the fishing wire he was handling, his large hands working surprisingly nimbly and making unexpectedly good knots. “I don’t know what I believe, not really.” He admitted. “I’m not so much a ‘believer’ as a ‘knower’. I know that Helen is evil, that the people here at this inn are perhaps the best of humanity, that Nick is my labssorant…that I care about you in a way I didn’t think I’d ever be able to care about anyone.”

Sarah blushed madly at the quiet confession and elected to not verbally address it, though she did lean gently against him for a moment,

“When did you know that you and Nick were…labssorants?”

“When he was first taken- that deep, yearning ache like part of me had been torn away, like half my soul was gone. Like I had been tortured and violated before I actually was.” He shook his head, eyes pressed shut. “If he died, it would hurt as great as if I and my wife and my children were dead, even though I don’t have a wife or children.”

That was a relief.

Sarah nodded thoughtfully. ‘“He is the other half of my soul, as the poets say.”’ The Patroclus quote rang in her mind, but she didn’t voice it, finding it a tad inaccurate as it was abundantly clear that the love Nick and Stephen shared was platonic, not romantic.

“Well, he’s very lucky that his labssorant is you.” She told him sincerely, pronouncing the foreign word carefully but accurately (she accredited it to her experience speaking Latin).

“I hope he is.” He replied, his voice low and soft, betraying his worry and grief. “Alright, it’s finished.” He announced a moment later, voice a little louder. “Can you help me send it out as well? Would you mind?”

She offered him a soft smile. “Not a bit.”

Three and a half hours after leaving, Claudia, Stephen, Emily, Becker, and Sarah arrived at the warehouse. Becker decided that it would be stupid to enter through the main entrance in case Helen had goons waiting to grab Stephen, so he looked around and chose an internal-leading air vent just barely wide enough for the merman (and consequently the rest of them) to crawl inside through. Then he held out a small plastic baggie filled with…teabag tags?

“To mark your path.” Hilary explained.

Stephen took it and eyed the vent-hole distastefully, the ocean-dweller not relishing the prospect of going through that dusty, stale-aired passage. But he trusted Becker’s instincts, as the man would know more about human tactical strategies than he himself did, so he resigned himself to the unpleasantness.

It wasn’t like Helen couldn’t do nasty things to him in the time it would take for Nick to get outside and the others to come in after him.

Stephen nodded, putting on a mask of calm self-confidence. “Alright. I’m going in. I’ll tell Nick that you’re outside and how to get back to you, and then you can come in for the others if Nick can’t get them out on his way out.”

Claudia frowned. “I don’t know if you realize this, Stephen, but we care about you too. Even if Nick and all the others get out, we’re still coming in to get you back too, and to put a stop to Helen and Leek and their abominations.”

It warmed his heart to hear it. “I appreciate that. More than I can say.”

Sarah felt like she’d been stabbed in the heart. When this was over he was in desperate need of hugs and repeated positive affirmations. And some quality time with his labssorant in which they would feel nothing but loved and protected.

“If there’s no sign of anyone in twenty minutes, we’re coming in.” Claudia told him firmly. “Okay? Twenty minutes.”

He nodded seriously. “Twenty minutes.”

He turned away from her and faced Sarah, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder and meeting her eyes seriously. “Be careful.” He urged gently.

She put her hand on his, nodding. “You too.”

Reluctantly, he withdrew his hand and squatted in front of the vent again. Cobalt eyes hardened with determination and a desperate effort to suppress his emotions, Stephen took a fortifying breath of foul city air (how he longed for the smell of the sea) and crawled into the vent. Behind him, Claudia crouched down and watched him go, wishing she was going with him to save his friend.

It was a tremendous effort to make himself move. Every fiber of his being was tense and taut with a fear he called selfish. A nauseating sense of horror clung to his being, born of the memory of what he’d suffered by Helen for Nick nearly a decade ago and the knowledge that he was seeking out that monster for the sole purpose of submitting himself to that- and perhaps, probably, worse- again. It would not be two days of hell with freedom at the end. It would be two years, or two decades, of abuse and suffering and the desire to die with only the fulfillment of that desire at the end of a likely shortened lifetime of misery and agony. It was only his sheer brotherly love for Nick, the dedication and love to his labssorant, that kept him from turning back and fleeing, giving in to his survival instincts and protecting himself. With every movement forward through the chokingly dusty passage he debated it, whether he should press on alone or go back and get his human friends (three words he never thought would apply to him in that sequence) and rescue Nick with their numbers and weapons.

He emerged from the vent on the interior of the building, the screws keeping the grate in place no match for a couple quick open-handed whacks. He crawled out and wound up in an ungraceful heap of long limbs on the dirty floor. After climbing to his feet somewhat unsteadily, he shut his eyes tightly and listened closely for any sign of life. He pressed one hand to the wall and the other to the floor, straining to feel for vibrations.

Stephen detected very little, so he chose a direction at random and headed that way, leaving the tiny paper squares in his wake. The corridors were poorly lit, but his eyes- though discomforted by the fluorescent lights- were designed to see well in the dark. He raised a hand to shade his eyes from the lighting above him.

Eventually, the brunet’s ears picked up a very faint yet promising sound- a sound like sloshing and splashing, the sound of water. He picked up the pace and headed in that direction, heartbeat quickening in his chest.

He went through a door and came out in a large concrete room. Inside there were four tanks, each one tall but not very wide or deep. They appeared to be made chiefly of metal and some plastic, although each one sported a single red-rimmed thick glass porthole-like window through which one could see the tank’s contents. Two were empty of anything but water, but the other two, to his absolute horror, caged Abby and Nick.

He all but ran to Abby’s first, instinct driving him to protect the smallest and weakest of the group first. “Are you alright?”

“Stephen! How’d you get here? Did she capture you too?” Abby demanded worriedly.

He shook his head. “Sarah, Becker, Emily, and Claudia came here with me. I’m gonna get you out of here, and the humans and Daniel, one way or another.”

Then he moved over to Nick’s tank, planting his hands either sides of Nick’s porthole window. He eyed the blood tricking down the blond’s face, ever so slightly tinging the water. At least he was conscious, unlike last time.

“Stephen, you have to go. Save yourself! They’ll take us out of the tanks eventually, and then we can overpower them. I can’t let Helen hurt you again. Get Claudia and the others and get as far away from here as possible. We’ll find you.” The desperation in the blond’s eyes was heartbreaking, but Stephen remained firm on course.

“Can’t do it, Nick.” He replied, shaking his head sadly. All he wanted to do was rip the tank apart and free him, the sight of seeing him imprisoned by the same monster as eight years ago all over again positively sickening. He forced himself to step back. “I made a deal.”

“Stephen, tell me you didn’t.” Nick all but begged, the recently-told tale of what happened last time all too fresh in his mind. “Not again.”

“She said she’d kill you.” The brunet replied, eyeing the door as it opened. “But she’ll let you go now. Maybe this time I can save you before she hurts you. Maybe this time…I won’t have failed you.”

The door opened fully and the humans in the room got to their feet. Helen and Leek entered, followed by Clones and Caroline and another goon. When her eyes landed on him, the mad scientist smiled coldly.

He hated that smile.

“I’m here.” He stated the obvious, heart pounding with anxiety and anticipation. “I held up my end of the deal, now you hold up yours. Let him go.”

Helen’s hand went into the pocket of her lab coat and Stephen relaxed infinitesimally- surely she was reaching for a key of some kind. He had negotiated successfully with her once before. This time would be no different.

But instead she produced a small, flat, vaguely oval object and riddled with something on the side. His brow furrowed, but he forced himself to try to stay calm. She advanced, passing the tank and heading straight for him. Why wasn’t she letting Nick out?

She came to a stop right in front of him, unfazed by his height advantage, standing so close their chests brushed when they breathed. “Eight years later and you still care so much about him you’ll sacrifice yourself for him.” She commented with a pleased smile. “How can you look at each other? It’s your fault that I had him for so long; if you had found him sooner I would have given him back sooner.”

“At the same cost, no doubt.” Stephen forced out through gritted teeth.

She didn’t deny it, turning to face Nick. “And if you had just done what I asked, he never would’ve had to. I know he didn’t enjoy it, but it wasn’t about that. Sacrifices must be made in the name of science. He wouldn’t have had to made that sacrifice if you had done it yourself.”

Stephen gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the heavy pant of guilt her words gave him. “Enough of this. It was a long time ago- in the past.”

“The past has a habit of coming back these days, doesn’t it?” She jabbed.

“Be that as it may, it’s not important right now. You said that if I handed myself over, you’d let him go. I’m here. Let him out.”

Helen smiled and patted him on the chest condescendingly, causing him to lock up. Her smile abruptly dropped into a cold, low-browed scowl, but before he could react, she jabbed the item in her hand into his stomach.

A pain unlike any other riddled his body. Every muscle seemed to cramp and seize sporadically, and his skin felt like insects were crawling under it, tearing through it, eating it, dragging their claw-footed legs and stingers through it. And it burned, oh, it burned.

She let off and pulled the taser away, and Clones and another goon came forward and seized Stephen by the arms. Leek picked up his ankles as Caroline pulled a stretcher in from the hallway, and the men deposited Stephen onto it before promptly strapping him down.

“Don’t you touch him! You let him go! You’ve hurt him enough, Helen!” Nick was raging and shouting in his tank, his words slightly muffled by the water. “You let me out of here right now!”

Helen tapped the glass porthole window condescendingly. “Now, now. Why would I let a perfectly fine specimen like you go when I could have Stephen and you? I wouldn’t be much of a scientist to let a valuable subject go.”

“You said you’d let him go.” Stephen hissed from the stretcher, still shaking. “You lied to me. Evil, conniving bi-”

Caroline grabbed his jaw, effectively silencing him as her fingers dug into his cheeks like claws, the long and sharp nails almost cutting his face. “That’s a bad word, Stephen. You shouldn’t say it.”

She let him go, releasing him harshly. “Oh, I’m sorry.” He began again sarcastically, coughing. “Evil, conniving b!tches. Both of you. I was naïve enough to think because you’d kept your end of a rotten deal once before- me for him- you’d honor it again.”

Helen pouted with fake sympathy and lightly ran the back of her hand down the side of his face. “Poor Stephen. So foolish and devoted. How lucky I was that the first Marino I caught was one you were so loyal to. The opportunities and specimens that that stroke of luck has brought to me- oh yes, I’m very lucky.”

“The humans you scr3wed with will tear you apart for us.” Stephen guaranteed. Then his mouth opened in a rather sharklike and intimidating grin of his own, sardonic and saccharine and full of bloody promises. “If I don’t tear you apart first.”

Helen paled slightly, not expecting such a violent threat from the merman who had always been so compliant and submissive with her. Saving face, she smiled. “A lesser scientist might think you were more than just an animal. But I know better. Leek, we’re taking him to Lab 7 first, then Lab 13 when we’re done- shouldn’t be long.”

Leek frowned. “But we’ve only just gotten him, and we only have one other full merman. You really want to live dissect him so soon?”

If merfolk could vomit, Nick was sure that he would’ve. His and Abby’s blood ran cold at her words, and Stephen was given a fresh burst of energy to thrash panickily, desperately in his cuttingly tight bindings.

Helen patted the brunet’s cheek patronizingly as his muscles gave out again. “Don’t worry, Stephen, Lab 7 is for external examination, and I’ll be asking you some questions. If you’re a good boy and tell me everything I want to know, I might give you anesthesia before I cut you open.”

And with that, the monsters masquerading as scientists wheeled Stephen out of the room, leaving his friends pounding on their tanks and screaming after them.

dividers are used with permission from their creator, @animatedglittergraphics-n-more Some lines are borrowed from Primeval and I might’ve taken a few from Doctor Who. Voldemort is a Harry Potter reference but I mentioned that already. I don't know where the Patrochlus quote came from but as I said it's not mine

1Labsorrant (pronounced lab-sir-ent) is a word I came up with, concocted from “professor” and “lab assistant” in honor of their two jobs since meshing their names didn’t produce very nice results. If you’re a Mortal Instruments/Shadowhunters fan, it’s coincidentally something like parabatai. Technically, though, I was inspired by how in languages other than English there’s special terms instead of boyfriend/girlfriend that translate to ‘most cherished one’ and stuff like that. I wanted a platonic version.

*hides behind Gorgonopsid* I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. The next chapter will wrap up much of this storyline, but there’s a few more chapters before this story is over. I have a feeling I know what the reviews are gonna look like…I’m wincing already. And to Kat mi amada I hope I didn’t write your dialogue too unlike you

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