#he keeps staring at her with his big blue eyes it makes me insane

[batcel]

he literally just studies her face every second he can... like HE'S CRAZYYY

#he keeps staring at her with his big blue eyes it makes me insane #sydney definitely has to feel when his eyes are on her i know she feels his blue eyes piercing into her soul... #if not in love then why stare so longingly #sydcarmy #sydney adamu #carmy berzatto #the bear #the bear fx

[swordsandholly]

def need more ditzy reader with mechanic 141- the only thing that tops my love for military men is blue collar boys <333

make sure to take care of yourself tho lovie!! don’t burn urself out :))

I for sure want to write more of her. Hopefully after this insane week at work I’ll be able to really sit down and crank out some writing. For now I’m battling my way through Ch 3 of Across the Way

But pls enjoy this little not proofread experimental snippet I wrote for ditzy reader

“Look.” Your landlord sighs loudly. Like you’re the one inconveniencing him. “I’ll send someone out.”

“That’s what you said two days ago! And three days before that!” You stomp your foot at no one just to get some of the anger out.

“I’ll get to it when I get to it.”

“Why can’t you-“ The line cuts before you can finish. The jerk hung up on you! What the hell!

You pout, plopping down into your desk chair and sighing. What are you supposed to do? You’re not allowed to call a handyman according to the lease and you don’t have a boyfriend right now. You can’t keep washing pans in the bathroom. It’s gross.

You huff.

“Alright?” Simon asks and you whirl in your chair. How does he walk so quietly?

“Yeah…” You pout harder under his steady gaze, slipping down further into the chair.

“You’re a terrible liar, luv.” His eyes crinkle in corners with a smile.

“Well…” You shrug, twiddling your thumbs in your lap. “My kitchen sink has been broken for a whole week and the landlord won’t do anything about it! I called and called and he just keeps saying he’ll send someone and then doesn’t!” Your voice pitches at the end, real annoyance bleeding through into the edges of your words. You fist your hands in your skirt.

“That’s all?” He raises an eyebrow. “Why didn’t you just ask one of us?”

You blink twice, staring up at him. Your face heats and you look away bashfully - not wanting to admit you didn’t think to ask for their help. Stupid. “I don’t want to be a bother…”

“I’ll come by after work.”

“You don’t have to-“

“I’ll be there.” He nods before marching back into the garage. You just blink after him as he goes.

True to his word, Simon shows up at your door with a massive tool box in hand. Really, he still can’t believe you live in such a shit complex. Price pays you well enough. The locks might as well be paper-mache. Simon lowers his mask before knocking. He trusts you with his face - hell you probably forget it every time you look away - but he also wants you to trust him too. For whatever reason.

You’re staring when you open the door. Big doe eyes looking up at him and blinking slowly. He wonders what goes on behind those blank eyes of yours - if it’s nothing at all or such a chaotic dialogue that you can’t process it enough to pay attention.

All or nothing.

“Gonna let me in, doll?” He asks. You startle, not realizing how intensely you zoned out.

“Oh! Yes!” You jump out of the way, letting him into your small studio apartment. Every time he thinks your shorts can’t get smaller he’s proven wrong.

Simon takes a look around, huffing at the net full of stuffies hanging on the wall. Everything about your home is soft - soft colors, soft fabrics. It smells like vanilla, just like you always do when you come into the shop. His eyes lock briefly on a well-loved sewing machine covered in stickers with a project still under the needle. You must have been working on it before he got here.

Did you mean to leave your bra hanging on the back of that chair right by the kitchen? Lacy and lilac. He’ll have to remember that for some other time. Maybe your birthday.

“Let’s ‘ave a look.” He sighs, knees popping as he crouches in front of the sink. It’s a fucking mess, that’s for sure. At least you figured out how to turn the water off.

“Pipe’s busted.” He says. “I can seal it but it’ll take a sec.”

“Okay.” You murmur.

Simon sighs as he turns onto his back to get a better look. He doesn’t miss the way you stare blatantly at his midsection as his shirt rides up. He might adjust some to expose just a bit more.

You really are the least subtle thing in the planet, aren’t you?

“Can you come hold the light f’me, luv?” He points to the toolbox.

“This one?” You ask, as if it isn’t the only flashlight in the box.

“Yeah.”

“Like this?”

“Yup.” At first he expects you to sit silently so he can concentrate, but he quickly realizes that was far too presumptuous.

“Do you have a girlfriend, Si?” You ask quietly.

He huffs. “No.”

“Oh.” You chew your lip. “You seem like the kind of guy that would.”

Simon has never heard a bigger misread in his damn life but he’ll take it as a compliment, he supposes. “Why do you ask?”

“Cause this is boyfriend work and you’re good at it.”

Simon tries to see your logic - he really does - but he just has no clue how those things are even remotely related. Sure, guys fix things for their girlfriends but calling it ‘boyfriend work’ when anybody with two cents could do it is a bit silly. More than, if he’s honest. He just grunts in response, at a total loss for how to respond.

Simon looks down at you. The way you kneel as your cleaving spills out of your tiny tank top - one of many you insist on wearing so often. He can give into temptation just a little bit, right? “Gonna need you to get closer, doll.”

“Oh!” You scoot forward until your knees brush his side. So ready to listen. Cute.

“Can you lean in a bit?”

“Like this?” You lean forward, chest pressing against him while your hand splays over his midsection for balance. Fucking hell.

“Perfect. Good girl.”

It’s bold and a bit uncoordinated even for him. Something Johnny would try. The purposeful choice of words seems to go right over your head. Instead you blush and smile, shifting your hips just a bit. Your chest pushes further into him. So soft.

Fuck.

You’ll be the death of him. Thank god you’re too unobservant to notice that he’s rock fucking hard.

He’s already done with the sink by the time of this little exchange, but he pretends to tighten some useless bolts anyway just to keep you against him a little longer before shooing you away. It’s cute, the way you scramble to get out of the way. Simon turns the water back on before standing, and gesturing toward the sink.

“Give it a try, luv.”

A little furrow forms in your brow as you step forward to turn it on, crouching and standing to make sure the leak has stopped. You turn the faucet off and whip your head around with a grin.

He’s pretty sure you burst an eardrum with the pitch of the squeal you let out, bouncing over and tightly wrapping your arms around his waist. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

“It’s no pro-“ he cuts off as you push up onto your tip toes and press a kiss to his cheek. He can’t help but bark out a laugh. Little minx.

“Oh, I got some lipstick-“ You reach up to smudge it off but he bats your hand away. He’ll wear it back to the garage and show off the kiss he got. Johnny’s going to absolutely fume.

#answered #simon ghost riley #call of duty #ghost cod #cod x reader #ghost x reader #cod #simon x reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader #fem reader #mechanic au

[honey-on-your-tongue]

can you write something about Jake having dirty thoughts about his innocent bestfriend 🤭 and then they have like a super heated moment after she catches him looking at her differently 🤭🤭🤭

😩😩😩😩 YESSSS OMGGG the tension 🥵🥵

Just btw, as a small warning, mean!Jake ahead

And Jake Sully struggles with it. He suffers through every day, through every moment, through every thought. It's difficult—no, impossible for him to see you and not—fuck.

Your big doe eyes, your pretty body, your naive little mind. The way he's constantly thinking of fucking you, bending you over something, spanking you, licking all over. The thought of you on your knees for him, his long cock down your throat, your pretty eyes full of tears. The idea of your pussy stretching to take his cock, of your body shaking under his, of you crying out his name. Goddamn, he's lost count of how many times he's woken after dreaming of fucking you only to find he's jizzed all over his bed.

It drives him insane. You drive him insane.

Lately, he's finding it harder and harder to concentrate, to just be around you. For fuck's sake, you're his best friend. A kind, naive, innocent little thing. And yet—Jake just can't keep you out of his disgusting, perverted mind.

One day, while you're out with him just gathering a few fruits and wandering the forest, Jake realizes how gorgeous you are. How you look so pretty and soft and just—so ready to be corrupted.

His eyes watch you, the way your ass moves as you walk, the way your tail swishes side to side. He can't keep his eyes off your thighs, his mind focused on what's between them, aching he could fill you.

He's so distracted thinking about fucking you, that he doesn't hear you ask him a question.

When he doesn't answer, you try again. “Jake?” you call softly as you bend over to pick up a few berries from a low bush.

But Jake's eyes are on your ass, how he could just fuck you while you're all bent over, how pretty you'd look while taking his cock.

“Fuck,” he says out loud, which makes you frown and turn to him.

Your eyes detect his gaze before he can look away, and you realize, you know he was just staring at your ass.

“Jake!” you snap, surprised and a little embarrassed, confused. “What-what're you doing?”

Jake's ears fold back—the only sign he's nervous, because the rest of his stance is cocky and smooth, feigning innocence. He crosses his arms, shrugs. “Nothin'.”

You raise an eyebrow. “What do you mean nothing?” you demand, scoffing.

He huffs softly. “I was just-just lookin', 's all.” He shrugs again. “What's wrong with that?”

You sneer. “What do you mean what's wrong?”

He takes a step closer to you, towering over you. “I mean I don't see the fuckin' problem about me staring at your ass,” he replies, looking you dead in the eye. “You bent over 'n front 'f me. What did you expect?”

“I don't know! Maybe a little bit of respect?” you snap, crossing your arms.

“So you don't think it's disrespectful to just bend over in front of me?” he demands. “Because I consider it to be extremely rude. And I think we should correct that behavior, hm?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

He grabs you by the wrist, pulling you toward him before he pushes you to the ground on your knees. You scoff, surprised and confused, as he removes his loincloth.

And suddenly you're faced with his long, hard cock, the tip a dark blue, the veins prominent against the skin. Your eyes rush up to his as if asking what you should do, and Jake grabs your chin in one of his hands.

“Open up f'r me,” he says. “Nice and wide, kid.”

You do as asked, heart racing in your chest, lust coiling in your womb, and Jake thrusts his hips forward, forcing his cock down your mouth. You gasp and gag as the thick head of his cock crashes into the back of your throat.

Jake groans. “Goddamn, such a pretty little mouth.”

He fucks your face, watching the way your eyes water, reveling in the way your hands fall to his thighs to hold yourself upright. He can't get enough of the sight. “You look so pretty like this,” he says, “on your knees for me. Finally giving me the apology I deserve, hm?”

And he knows he's punishing you for something that's not your fault. He knows it's unfair, knows it makes no sense to have you suck him off as an apology when it's him that should apologize to you. He should apologize for every time he's pictured you naked, for every time he's wanted to fuck you, for every time he couldn't keep his damn eyes off your perfect body.

He just can't help himself. You're so easy sometimes, so clueless about the world, you don't understand how things work. In a way, Jake manages to convince himself that he's helping you, preparing you for a cruel world that will not go well with your kind innocence.

“That's much better, kid,” he says. “You hear how quiet you can be? See how much nicer it is when you use your mouth to suck my cock instead of complain'? Hm?”

Your nails dig into the muscles of his thighs as he pushes deeper into your mouth, his heavy balls slapping against your chin, his abdomen ghosting the tip of your nose.

One of Jake's hands falls to your head, softly caressing your hair at first before he tangles his fingers in the thick locks and tugs. You mewl, the sound ringing through his cock, making it twitch in your mouth.

“You see what you do t'me?” he demands, groaning. “You see how you turn me into a pervert and a jerk? You don't think you should apologize about that?”

You try to reply, “I am apologizing,” but your words are muffled by his cock, and they come out as an incoherent string of sounds.

“You should apologize for every time you've worn those pretty beads of yours in your hair, how they would make the prettiest of sounds as I fuck you,” he tells you. “You should apologize for being so fuckin' pretty, so hard to resist. It's fucking impossible to be around you and think of anything else, hm? You should apologize for riling me up and making me need you.” Between clenched teeth, he adds, “You should know I hate needing anyone.”

Tears roll down your cheeks as you struggle to breathe around Jake's cock. You can feel him twitching in your mouth, a salty liquid gently oozing out of the tip on occasion and smearing itself over your tongue.

Jake can feel himself close to the edge, his orgasm crawling to the surface. He's breathing hard, his ears folding back, his teeth baring as he snarls in pleasure.

And then he glances down at you, and he finds that your big doe eyes are on him, your lashes wet with your tears, the tip of your nose darkened by your crying.

And it's the sight of you so helpless on your knees before him that sends Jake over the edge. His cock jerks in your mouth and then spurts his thick, hot cum down your throat. You gasp at the sensation, something coiling low in your stomach, aching to be filled there too.

Jake gasps as he comes down from his high, his body shaking softly, his tail swishing from side to side. And then he's pulling his cock out of your mouth, dressing himself, and he smirks down at you before saying, “Apology accepted.”

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[cookierunauprompts]

Can you please do a continuation of req 8 (the masquerade ball on) pleas I really loved it

absolutely, that's one of my favorite reqs that i've ever written. you do not understand how much i love masquerades hehehe

Requested Prompts #40 - 💓

You steadily picked yourself up from the ground, what had happened? The last thing you remember you were at the ball and then... nothing. You couldn't even remember who you were dancing with, if you were even dancing at all. You take a look around, taking in your surroundings... or rather, the lack thereof. You were surrounded by an inky black abyss that stained your vision black yet still allowed you to see, you could tell that it did that because you could see yourself almost perfectly. " Hello?" You call into the abyss, not expecting an answer even though that's what you want. " Is anyone there?" There was a pause, an almost infinitely long pause. For a moment you worried that you were stuck here, in the void, alone. You'd surely go insane if that were the case, but luckily( or perhaps, unluckily depending on how you view it) that wasn't the case. The ground trembled, and you stumbled back just in time to see a quite frankly way too large eye open up where you had been standing. It glowed a bright blue, reminding you of something you just couldn't put your finger on. And slowly but surely, it rotated to look at you. More eyes popped up, each staring at you when they opened. You receded into yourself, backing away even though it seemed that no matter how far you went they always seemed to get closer. You trip over your own feet and soon find yourself falling backwards, with fear clutching you for a mere moment before you are caught. " Now now, Little Star, we can't have you falling over now, can we?" A voice tutted with a chuckle, a rather familiar voice actually... You looked around for the source of the voice, and for who caught you, but you couldn't find anything other than the fact you were caught by a large, shadowy hand. You squeaked with surprise as you saw it's fingers curl around your form. " Y-you... Just who are you?" You called out into the darkness, your response beginning with a maniacal laugh. " Oh what a shame it is that you don't even recognize me... I'm rather hurt, Little Star." The voice cooed, and that's when it hit you. This voice belongs to that cookie at the masquerade ball... and the one that appeared in your dreams, the one you made that deal with... Oh sweet witches, just what did you get yourself into? " Show yourself!" You commanded, yet you were unable to hide the treble of fear that wormed its way into your tone. " Ehehe... Eheheha... Ehe he ha ha hah!" The voice cackled, you could feel the two largest eyes, the ones that looked like they actually belonged to a face, peering down at you. " Oho? So the princess wants me to reveal myself? I might as well indulge the wishes of her highness then~!" The voice chirped.

You stared on in a mixture of fear and awe as the Shadows receded to reveal the large figure of the cookie before you, bearing the same silhouette as the jester that appeared in your dream, only colored in. His heterochromatic blue eyes stared down at you as a grin stretched to be far too wide across his face. " Why hello there little princess! I'm so terribly sorry to have kept you waiting, but now we can finally meet face to face! Or well, face to real face." The jester chuckled, you couldn't help but feel like you've heard about this... well, this jester before. The cogs in your brain turn and turn, where have you heard about a Jester who could manipulate the Shadows to do his bidding? Ah, that's right, from your father. This was one of the five beasts, the fallen heroes. Shadow Milk Cookie. You fucked up big time just by making a deal with him in the first place, and you could tell that he could tell based just on your expression that you'd come to this realization. " Aw, there's no need to look so concerned! I do intend to keep my end of our little deal." You leaned away from him. " Considering your track record for deceiving cookies... I doubt it." You say, glancing up at him suspiciously. The gargantuan jester sighed dramatically. " You really don't remember out contract, do you?" He asked, to which you responded to with a shake of your head. " Fine, fine, I'll explain it again from the top." Shadow Milk Cookie cleared his throat, beginning to speak. " The very notion of our deal was that you would give me what you desired most in exchange for what you valued most, yes? What you wanted the most was freedom... Yet 'Freedom' is also what you value the most. So you put me into a bit of a conundrum as to how to collect what you valued while also giving you the freedom you ever so desperately desired." You gulped, you had a rather concerning feeling about this. You felt like you had acted selfishly in the past, far too selfish. " So then I had a thought!" The jester chirped, not helping the sinking feeling in your gut in the slightest. " What if I exchanged the freedom of your kingdom in exchange for yours? It was a truly marvelous idea if I do say so myself!" And there it was.

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk #cookie run au #cr kingdom #shadow milk cookie #cookie run au prompts #beast yeast #shadow milk cookie x reader #another cliffhanger :3 hehe

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Better

Chapter 9: She Slides Down That Pole And...

Note: Hi again! How nice you all are about this story is actually insane, I'm so very grateful! You're all very sweet and I hope you continue to enjoy. We are about to enter our first major conflict people, stay fucking calm <3 Once again, if you would like to be added to the taglist let me know, and pls keep interacting, it inspires me! MDNI fr fr. I'm serious. 18+ don't make this weird. I hope to get another chapter out either tomorrow or later this week. Thanks so much again <3

Warnings: Explicit content, sexual content, mentions of sex work

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Charlotte stares at Lip, turning her body to face him. “Not funny, Phillip.”

“It’s-” he starts, cutting himself off when he sees her face. Soft features set sternly. The only vulnerability he can see is swimming her eyes as she waits for him to either say he was joking or stand on what he’s said. “I’m not laughin, bunny.”

Charlotte’s eyes scan Lip entirely. She studies his face, his body language, attempting to measure his sincerity. He means it she finally acknowledges. This is crazy. She knows it. She doesn’t have to be a fucking genius to know that she and Lip have moved at rapid speed. But somehow, she feels like she can tell. He’s saying he loves her and he means it. 

“I love you too.” 

The second the endearment leaves her lips Lip surges forward, cupping her face as he presses their lips together and pushes her softly to lay back on the bed. Charlotte gasps at her suddenly being pushed backward. She giggles as their lips smack against each other, lifting her hands to cup the back of his head, pulling him down to her even further.

“You mean that?” he asks, as he drags over her ear, kissing there once, twice, before moving down to her jaw, no doubt creating blooming bruises as he drags down to her neck.

Charlotte looks down her body where he’s trailing kisses, big, intense, blue eyes staring up at her, waiting for confirmation. The uncertainty is evident, despite the confident movements of his strong hands dragging her shirt up her torso, leaning down and tugging at her belly button piercing lightly with his teeth. “I love you, Phillip.” she breathes.

He lets out a shaky breath that makes goosebumps form across her skin. Lips starts toying with the button on Charlotte’s jeans, giving her the opportunity to stop him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” 

Tugging the pants down her legs, Lip tries to calm down by taking inventory of the situation. She loves him. Charlotte just told him she loved him-that’s not helping, he things, glancing down at his own pants after dropping hers to the floor. He looks back up only to find her sitting up slightly, pulling her shirt over head, her breasts spilling over the cups of her white bra, her body only clad in the small bra and red Christmas panties that say ‘Santa Baby’ in white letters with a little white bow. Neither is that, but fuck it.

Lip leans down and nudges his nose at the bow, murmuring against the fabric, “Expecting someone else?”

Charlotte smoothes her hand through Lip’s hair, her other arm propping her up so she can look at him. “Yeah, I guess I have a thing for white men with rosy cheeks- ah!” she yelps as Lip places her legs over his shoulders and tugs her down so his face is between them, making her lose her balance. 

“You alright, sweetheart?” he asks smugly as he tugs her underwear to the side.

“Peachy.”

“Yeah, I bet.” 

Charlotte doesn’t know what she expected. Women don’t just start acting crazy for no reason. There’s no way Mandy had been ready to drop her off at a damn brothel behind him if he wasn’t doing something life changing in bed. She’d both absently and presently pondered what it would feel like for Lip to eat her out. If it was anything like how he kissed then yeah, she could assume she was gonna be in trouble. But seriously, what the fuck was wrong with him? Is he trying to kill her? 

He’d started off nice, pressing a couple soft kisses on her lower lips the way he does the ones on her face. But then he locked his hands on her waist, holding her in place as he flattened his tongue against her. Refusing to let her move. Moaning into her as he sucked and licked. Cerulean blue eyes locked on her face. 

At the sound of the floorboards creaking under someone’s weight in the hallway Charlotte grabs one of the pillows to cover her face and tries to bury her whimpers. Only for him to tug her down again, jolting her and causing her to look at him to hear his stern, “Put that shit down.” He’d left no room for argument, so she bites her lip and moves the pillow, gripping the blanket beneath her with one hand and letting him reach up and guide her other one to his hair.

He was giving her such whiplash too. With how he was talking. Most of his words slurred against her, but occasionally pulling away, showing her his glistening lips and making her cheeks hot with his demands and commentary.

“Stay fucking still.”

“You taste so fucking good, baby.”

“Want you to cum on my face.”

“Wanna live between these fuckin’ legs.”

When Charlotte couldn’t take the pressure anymore and felt herself reaching that final peak she tugs on Lip’s hair, earning a groan from him as he tightens his hold on her, controlling her squirming. She takes her free arm and muffles her cries with it, trying to steady herself and stop her body from shaking. 

“Fuck.” Lip groans again, moving up to kiss her lips and then staring down at her to take in his handiwork. “You okay, bunny?”

“I’m…yes. I’m okay.” she breathes, trying to catch her breath. Lip laughs as he watches the rapid rise and fall of her chest. “Shut up. M’fine.” Charlotte sits up shakily, shoving at Lip’s chest when he snorts out another laugh. 

“Okay.” he relents, resting his weight on top of her, and continuing to kiss her lips. His eyes lock on hers and he sweeps his thumb over her cheek. “I love you.” he whispers against her lips, parting them and guiding her tongue to drag along his as they kiss. 

Charlotte starts pulling Lip’s shirt over his head, struggling for a little before he breaks away to pull it off, tossing it onto the floor and unbuttoning his pants and kicking them off.  “Do you um, still wanna wait? That’s totally fine.”

He should have said yes. Lip knows that. He knows that he doesn’t deserve this moment. 

But the way Charlotte was looking up at him made him feel like he does. All he could think about is her gorgeous face, her beautiful body, the way she smells, the way she tastes. The way she makes him feel. He can’t not do it.

“I wanna be close to you.” he murmurs, pressing his forehead against hers. “Wanna be inside of you.” He waits then. Because despite how badly he wants this, the one thing that would be able to stop him is an ounce of doubt, a no from her. But he gets a shy nod and soft fingers on the back of his neck. And her yes means everything. “I’ll go get a condom.”

He furrows his brows in confusion when his girlfriend shakes her head, pulling him further down onto her, wrapping her legs around him. “Don’t need one. Pill. Take it like clockwork. Okay?”

Normally, Lip would say fuck no. He’d only ever fucked raw 4 times in his life. Twice with Karen, which was dumb as hell, considering the fact that someone else usually had already done the same earlier that day. Twice with Helene because…well, she had her tubes tied and the only other person fucking her was her husband. He thought. Maybe. 

But he trusts Charlotte. And there’s no way in hell he’d give up the opportunity to get inside of her without anything between them. So that’s exactly what he does.

“Oh fuck.” he moans, dropping his head to her neck as she gasps when he pushes inside of her. Lip pauses for a moment, telling himself for the sake of his own ego that it's to let Charlotte have a second to adjust. Lip gives a few shallow thrusts before setting a slow, deep rhythm. After getting over the initial feeling of tightness and warmth he lifts his face to look at her face, groaning again. “Shit, Charlotte, that shit is not fair.”

“Wh-” she gasps, clinging to him even more. "What?”

“Fucking…the next time we’re fuck, we do this m’gettin you a mirror, looking at you while you feel like this is ridiculous.” he says, coming up to rest his forehead back on hers, using his arm to hook her leg, pushing it back up towards her, the other hand massaging her breast as he relishes in the cry she lets out.

“Well, you’re trying to split me in half while looking like a greek statue so-mm, I think we’re even.” she whimpers, a small smile forming on her face as she sees the one on his.

“Yeah? Say that again.”

She reaches up cupping his face and kissing him. “Never.”

His laughter devolves back into groaning as he continues pushing into her, pulling out almost completely before pushing back in. They stay as close as possible, sharing air, lips brushing, her back arching off of the bed to push her torso against his. They build their way to a slow, intimate finish, Lip feeling a wave of accomplishment wash over him when Charlotte’s gasps pitch to near screams, her scrambling to cover her mouth with her hand. Wickedly, he decides to make it worse for her, leaning close to her ear to whisper, “Cum for me baby.”

Seconds later she does, squeezing his muscled arm and covering her mouth, Charlotte cries out her orgasm, tightening so much that she triggers Lip’s. He gives her a couple more thrusts before releasing inside of her, pressing kisses all over her face and then rolling off her and pulling out so as not to crush her. 

The two of them lay there in silence for a few minutes, Lip rubbing his hand along the soft skin on her arm as they face each other. Charlotte catches her breath as she stares at her boyfriend's face, getting a good look at the cute little blush that had formed during their activities, watching his pretty eyes flutter open and closed with sleep. “Haha, I can’t wait to talk to Mickey tomorrow.”

Lip makes a face, sitting up and pushing off of the bed. “We just said I love you and had sex for the first time, and you’re talkin’ about my brother’s boyfriend?” He tugs on a pair of boxers and pulls out another pair that he knows Fiona washed, along with a t-shirt and passing it to her. “Hold on.”

Charlotte giggles, sitting up and pulling on the shirt while Lip disappears into the dark hallway. She silences the panicked thought that passes through her mind as he walks up the hall, and secretly releases a breath when he re-enters the room, washcloth in hand and pokes her forehead, pushing her to fall on her back again. Lip grabs one of her legs, pulling them apart and wiping her off. “I gotta tell Mickey I wore you out. It’s an inside joke, he’ll get it.”

Cocking his head to the side the blond scoffs, putting the washcloth down and tugging the boxers up Charlotte’s legs. “You wore me out? You were on your back the whole time, brat.”

Charlotte shrugs, scooting up the bed and climbing under the blanket, holding it open for him to climb in with her. “That’s how you like me, isn’t it?”

They both stare at each other again before cackling together as Lip pulls her back against him, nudging her temple lightly with his knuckle. “Go to bed.” 

“Phillip” a feminine gasps in the cold room, interrupting the otherwise quiet morning.

Lip groans, pulling Charlotte down to him, tucking his face into her hair as she whines, rubbing her hair as they both catch their breath. He drags his fingers along her bare spine for a few moments before pulling her shirt down over her skin to avoid her getting a chill. 

Climbing off of him, Charlotte kisses his cheek and then grabs the discarded boxers he’d given her the night before from the floor, pulling them on. “I’ve gotta pee.”

The blond nods, smiling at her and watching her slip out of his room, the light peeking in from the blinds shining on her in a way that makes his heart speed. “Meet me downstairs, bunny.”

“‘Kay.”

Lip was having a pretty fuckin’ good morning. Hell, he’d had a pretty good night. Normally, he woke up the day after Christmas feeling broke and hungover. Instead, he was sober, and woke up to his sexy girlfriend who’d flown back in to be with him, climbing on top of him to make it even after he’d made a ‘pillow princess’ joke. 

He gets out of bed, grabbing his phone and shoving it into his pajama pants pocket before jogging down the stairs, finding his siblings having their usual morning. “Mornin’.”

Carl immediately gets up from the table, knocking his shoulder into his older brother’s arm as he pushes past, grabbing his hat and storming out of the door. 

“He’s mad at you.” Debbie shrugs, spooning cereal into her mouth.

Fiona passes Lip a bowl and grabs her coffee going to sit in her seat. “Move your headboard away from the wall, genius.” 

“Oops.” Lips says, mouth full of off brand cheerios. He sits in his seat and takes a couple more scoops before putting his spoon down. “I’ll check on him later, I gotta tour this company I’m doing this internship with today, and I gotta take Charlotte to work.”

“Ah, he’ll get over it.” Ian says, wiping Liam’s face. “Mickey, you almost ready? I wanna get to the track before other people get there.”

“Yeah, keep your pants on, we’ll get to it.” As he says it Charlotte comes down the stairs, hair now combed up into a high ponytail, her hand holding up the shirt Lip loaned her in an attempt to cover the hickeys decorating her neck. “There she is, proud of you, champ!” 

Mickey puts his hand up, offering her a high five. Charlotte snorts, smacking his hand and jokingly making a muscle with her arm and then flipping her hair, taking a bow. Lip wraps his arm around her, tapping her ass lightly before pulling her into his lap. He shoves his cereal bowl over to her, mumbling the demand, ‘eat’, before looking between Ian, Debbie, and Fiona. “What?”

“Are you sharing? Whipped!” 

“You fuckin’ are, you’re pussy whipped.”

“Make him do the dishes next, Charlotte.”

“Ha ha, fuck you guys.” Lip says, flipping his siblings off. “And fuck you too.” he says to Mickey.

“I’m not sure you’ve got anything left for me, Gallagher, from the sound of it, the princess here took it out of you.”

Charlotte leans forward toward the table, eating some of the cereal before scooping more onto the spoon and turning to feed it to Lip. “Okay, okay, stop bullying my boyfriend…he took it like a good boy.”

“Oh shit” Fiona laughs, tossing her head back. 

Lip pinches the girl’s side, “Et tu brute?”

She offers him an innocent look. “What does that mean?”

“Fucksake.” he groans.

Suddenly, Lip’s phone starts vibrating in his pocket. Absently, he pulls it out, not thinking that the primary people who call him are sitting around the table with him, which means there is only one other person that it could be. Why didn’t he change her damn name in his phone?

“Who’s Helene?” Charlotte asks, taking another scoop of cereal and looking back at Lip. 

His siblings move fast. Debbie immediately grabs Liam, perching him on her hip and running up the stairs to get him ready. Fiona grabs her coffee mug, chugging the rest and dumping it in the sink, declaring she was going to get some sleep. And suddenly, Mickey was completely ready to go running with Ian, mumbling a ‘fuckin’ idiot’ under his breath as the redhead leads him out of the door. 

“She’s uh,” Lip clears his throat, “she was my professor. Before.”

“Mmkay, why is she texting you at 8:30 in the morning when you don’t go there anymore?”

“She’s the one that helped me get my job. She’s probably just letting me know where to go.” He shrugs. He feels his heart race as Charlotte studies him, holding the spoon in her mouth as she observes him. “What do you need to see it, or…?”

“No.” she says, popping the spoon out, and scooping the last bit of cereal before feeding it to him. “If you say she was your professor and she’s helping you find a job, that’s what she is, and that’s what she’s doing.” Charlotte offers him a smile before giving him a kiss on the lips. “I love you. So, I trust you.”

Wow. Lip thinks. I’m a piece of shit. All he offers her is a nod, leaning into her hand when she holds his cheek before announcing she needs to get changed before he can take her to work. 

As she skips out of his house to go put on her uniform, Lip can’t help but feel like cold water had just been thrown over him. After last night and this morning, he’d damn near forgotten who had helped him get this job. Despite the fact that they wouldn’t be working together, Helene had been reaching out to him frequently, mostly talking about what the work would entail. Mostly. And it was easy to convince himself it wasn’t wrong to leave out the details of how they knew each other when Charlotte was miles away in Virginia, but now with her in his arms, it made him feel like he was doing something horrible.

“Welcome back, girl, we’ve missed you!”

Charlotte beams at her co-worker, Trish as she prepares a customer’s check. Trish was definitely the coworker she was the closest with. They were close in age, Trish being only two years older, and she was nice. And she hadn’t slept with Lip. While Charlotte was gone, Trish had taken a lot of her shifts. She’d also invited her to go out a couple times, but the younger woman was still a little traumatized from her last ‘girls night’. But she planned to do it eventually. “Missed you guys too. And I missed making money.”

“I’m sure you missed your little friend Gallagher too, huh?” Trish jokes, wiping down the table next to Charlotte.

“Yeah,” she sings, “I missed my boyfriend.”

Trish pauses at that, gasping before turning to face the girl entirely, ignoring the drunk man in her section requesting more beer. “Boyfriend? Lottie, that’s great! No wonder he was so quiet over the past few weeks. He’s been in the house trying to keep his dick in his pants for you. Believe me, that bitch Kayla who does the Thursday morning shift gave it her best. That’s so sweet, girl.”

“Hm, well, if she could take him then he was never mine.” she says maturely. “Which is why he was staying home, waiting for me.” she giggles.

“Bitch! I know that’s right.” Trish laughs, grabbing an order and passing it to Charlotte to take to the table. “Lip Gallagher’s girlfriend. You must have some magical pussy.”

Charlotte drops the order off and puts her finger under her customer’s nose, checking to ensure he’s still breathing as his head is down on the wooden high top table. Satisfied that he’s good she goes behind the counter and starts dialing his brother’s number. “It’s not about sex, T.”

“But it’s good right?” the woman asks. When Charlotte rolls her eyes Trish sighs, “Fine fine, it’s about love, partnership, blah blah.”

“Hi, Gary? Jeff is here again, you think you could pick him up? Yeah…he’s still breathing. Just,” the girl peeks at the customer again. “Sleepy.” After hanging up she goes to sit on one of the stools, smiling dreamily at her friend. “He’s got a new job, working in science and tech and stuff. Cause’ you know he’s so smart. We’re saving up money for the future.”

Trish climbs onto the seat next to Charlotte, offering her a kind smile. “That’s great, Lottie. I’m happy for you.”

Charlotte raises an eyebrow. “But?”

“But, have you considered my offer? Pays way better than this place. And your good friend Trish will get a pay raise for scouting you. You’d be offering two sources of income on top of the billions of miscellaneous jobs your man does.”

“Trish, I told you,” Charlotte groans, waving as a customer enters. “I’m not a stripper. I used to dance, cheer, and took a couple pole dancing classes. I wouldn’t be good at it.”

“You haven’t tried.” Trish pouts, “besides you wouldn’t even have to go full nude, or even topless! Though, it’d be good for tips…”

“Trish-”

“It’s a pretty nice place for Southside. They have zero tolerance for prostitution, just come audition for them. I’ll be there, you don’t like it, I won’t ask again. Please? The money is so, so, so good.”

Charlotte looks at her friend, taking in her pleading look and considering the amount of times she’s seen Trish before she’s stopped at the bank, carrying thousands of dollars on her. “Let me talk to Phillip about it, and I’ll let you know.”

“I’ll take it. You ask daddy-”

“I’m not asking, I’m getting his opinion!”

“Sure,” Trish shrugs, backing away, going over to the customers, “And when he says no, we’ll go anyway.”

“He’s not just gonna tell me no." she huffs following her friend. "And I don't need to ask him for permission!"

Lip checks his phone while Eric, the douchebag whose dad owns this tech company shows him the coffee room. He was exactly what Lip had expected, a douchebag in a button down who was running a company he knows nothing about. But hey, he needs the money.

Bunny: I’ve got good news, could be fun! I’ll tell you about it later. I love you <3

He smiles to himself, not noticing the preppy, frat boy leading his tour was looking at him. “Something good?” 

“Oh, uh, yeah, man, my bad. It’s my girlfriend.” Lip says, going to pocket his phone after texting her back.

“Girlfriend, huh? Got a picture?”

Lip’s brows furrow as he looks at the guy in front of him, not moving to pull up a picture, and waiting for him to explain why the fuck he needed to see his girl.

“Oh, no man, it’s just something we do around here, you know the girls come around sometime, bring snacks and lunch and stuff. I just like to know for security purposes in case I see them around the floor. I should probably show you mine, you know, in case.” Eric says, digging in the pocket of his khakis and producing the latest phone. He scrolls for a few seconds before holding it up for Lip to see. 

“Uh, nice.” Lip says nodding as he views the girl on the screen. She’s pretty. Long dark hair with highlights, tall, long-legs. She’s not Charlotte though. Lip easily pulls up the last picture of Charlotte he had open and puts it in front of Eric’s face. “Yeah, so she probably will come around for lunch sometimes-”

“Jesus. This is your girl? Lucky bastard!” Eric goes to hold Lip’s phone to get a better look, laughing lightly when he pulls it away, pocketing it. “Congrats on that, Gallagher. She’s fucking gorgeous.”

Lip fixes him with an unamused look, feeling himself getting angry. “I know.” He talks himself down inwardly, reminding himself that he needs this job. 

“Tell her to come around anytime.” Eric says, patting Lip’s shoulder before slipping past him. “Let’s get back to the tour.”

The only thing that gets him through the rest of the day is the likelihood that Charlotte will let him fuck her in his office where he knows that asshole will be able to hear him.

V slips into Alan’s bar and restaurant, shoving past a group of smelly, old drunks stumbling out. She finds Charlotte at the bar and settles into a stool, unzipping her jacket. She frowns at a patron who stops to stare at…well, literally everything other than her face. “What the fuck are you lookin’ at?”

Charlotte slides her cousin a hot chocolate and a piece of chocolate cake. “He can’t help it, V, he’s got a wandering eye.” 

“You mean lazy eye?”

The younger woman furrows her brow in confusion when the man hurriedly places his money on the counter and scurries off to another part of the restaurant. “No, he has a-”

“Lottie, baby, that man is a creep. Don’t serve him anymore.” V sighs, taking a sip of the hot drink. “This is good, girl, why don’t you make these at home? And what’d you call me out here for, you know Kev doesn’t like me coming to Al’s, somethin’ about crossin’ enemy lines or whatever.”

Charlotte grabs two forks, passing V the other one and the two cousins begin sharing the cake. “I wanted to ask you how Kev felt about you dabbling in sex work. Like, how did he react when you brought it up?”

V pauses with the fork halfway to her mouth, letting it clatter to the plate as she looks at her younger cousin, folding her arms over her chest. “What the hell are you talking about? Is Alan trying to get you involved in something? That sick motherfucker-”

“No!” Charlotte interrupts, looking around to make sure no one else hears their conversation. “You know how T has been trying to get me to audition for that club over on Wilmington, the new one? I’ve been thinking about it. I mean, I don’t make much here and Phillip and I are trying to save up for…future stuff.” She finishes sheepishly.

“Right.” V says, rolling her eyes.

“But, I dunno, m’nervous he’s not gonna be cool with it.”

V sighs, spooning in a bite before looking at Charlotte again. To be fair, she’d actively been against this snowballing relationship since she’d seen the two of them eye-fucking eachother in her driveway when Charlotte arrived. As an older cousin she truly thought Charlotte was too young for something as serious as this situation with Lip was getting. And as a fellow woman well…she knows Lip. But as weeks and now months had progressed, she was forced to come to terms with the fact that they were going to be a thing for a while. V would rather Lip walk through their front door and announce that he’s in their home than him climbing his way into Charlotte’s window, or worse, sneaking her out of it. So for now, she’s going to play nice, telling them what to do wouldn’t work anyway. “Well, it’s not like you’d be doing full nude. He should be fine as long as you’re not turning tricks, that was Kev’s line with me. Wasn’t gonna do it anyway, but it was best to let him feel like he was laying down the law.” 

Charlotte twirls the end of some of her hair pensively. “You think that’ll work with Phillip?”

“It should.” V shrugs. “The boy’s a hustler, if you’re bringing in money and promising not to fuck anyone else, he’ll think it’s a good deal. It’s more than any other girlfriend of his has been able to offer.”

“Okay, thanks V.” Charlotte breathes, tapping her hands on the bar. “Yeah, it’ll be fine, I’m just gonna be straightforward and honest, and he’ll be fine. It’ll be great.”

“Fuck!” Lip groans, tugging at the base of Charlotte’s ponytail one last time before dropping his hand to her jaw, using his thumb to sweep over the drool on her bottom lip as she pulls off of him. “C’mere.” he says softly, pulling her up from the floor to sit next to him. Lip tucks himself back into his pants before kissing her lips tenderly, ignoring the taste of himself. “Jesus, you gonna greet me like that everytime I come home from work?”

Charlotte takes her hair down, giggling as she smoothes her hands through it, undoing his handiwork. Sure, she might've set the woman's movement back a couple decades by prepping her boyfriend for news he might not wanna hear with a blowjob, but it's not like she wouldn't do it anyway. She just happened to have done it at a time where she needed him in a good mood. “Depends,” she shrugs, swinging her legs over his lap and laying back on the bed to look up at the ceiling. “I…hypothetically might not be home every time you come home.”

“Yeah, I know that,” Lip says absently, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing it. “‘Was kiddin’, Bunny, I don’t like…expect head. I like head. Love it even. Because,” he pulls her further into his lap, gathering her to his chest and pressing slow kisses on her cheek and along her jaw. “It feels sooo good when you do it, but I only want it when you want to do it. Just like, all the time.” he jokes, nudging her jaw with his nose.

Charlotte laughs, wrapping her arm around his neck and cupping his cheek with her free hand. “Yeah? Only every day?”

“Just 25/8, nothing major.” Lip smirks, pretty eyes watching the mirth on his girlfriend’s face, relishing in being the one to make her laugh.

“Well,” Charlotte takes a deep breath, averting her eyes so they won’t meet his, and immediately the joy on Lip’s own face dims, brows furrowing as he searches her expression. “That’ll be difficult.”

He grabs her jaw gently but firmly, forcing her to make eye contact. “Why’re you bein’ weird?” His concern grows even more as he watches her squirm under his gaze, the muscle in his jaw ticking in irritation. “You leavin’ again?”

The woman’s eyes widened at the sound of his voice, the barely contained frustration coupled with the insecurity staining the three words her boyfriend just uttered. His body tense as if he was preparing for a blow. “No, bubba, m’not goin’ anywhere.”

Some of the strain leaves his body, but Lip keeps pushing. “So, what’s the fuckin’ problem, baby? You’re being weird, not finishin’ what you’re tryin’ to say. Is someone fuckin’ with you at work?”

“No!”

“Did I piss you off for real just now?”

“No!” Charlotte huffs, dragging a hand down her face.

Lip sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair. “Then what the fuck-no, don’t make that face, m’sorry. I mean, what is the problem then, Charlotte?”

Charlotte winces at the use of her full name in this context, steadying herself for a second before blurting out, “I’m gonna go audition to dance at the club on Wilmington my friend T works at because it pays well and you got a better paying job and I want to too and I wouldn’t do full nude so it’ll just be like, me wearing bikinis and stuff and you shouldn’t be mad.” 

Lip pauses, taking in everything the frantic girl is slurring together and trying to understand what she’s saying. 

Meanwhile, Charlotte absolutely wilts more and more the longer her boyfriend is silent. He doesn’t necessarily look angry, but he didn’t look happy either. She couldn’t stand the silence for much longer. “And I wouldn’t be turning tricks, or anything like that. Obviously.” she adds softly.

The blond suddenly bursts into laughter, all but cackling as he drops his head to her shoulder, his whole body damn near shaking with his chuckles. “Um, fuckin’ yeah obviously you won’t be fucking anyone else, I’d fuckin’ burn the place down.” 

Charlotte ignores the part of herself that is attracted to that absolutely crazy statement. She relaxes against him. “Thank God, so you’re okay with it?”

“Uh, yeah. I mean, it’s not my favorite but there’ll be bouncers, and I’ll pick you up and drop you off, and those fuckers can look, but” he tilts her against his chest, using his free hand to smack her ass, smiling smugly at her squeak. “I get to touch. And I can watch, give you feedback as you practice. Get some discounts on a private dance.”

“Oh honey, this ass is expensive, m’savin’ up to do stuff with my boyfriend.” she hums, pursing her lips.

“Lucky fuckin’ guy.” he jokes. “I can see it now, takin’ you to a nice dinner, gettin’ a violinist and a singer to come over to sing our song to you-”

“Since when have we had a song?” Charlotte laughs, pushing him in his chest, rolling her eyes when he dramatically falls back on the bed, tugging her to lay on top of him. 

“Since now. It's really romantic.” He chuckles, wrapping his arm around her, keeping her close to him and leaning into her ear, singing lowly. “I’m in love with a stripper-” he breaks off into more laughter when Charlotte smacks him with a pillow, pushing it against him over and over. “She slides down the pole and-”

“You don’t even know the words!” the girl shrieks, as he flips them, climbing on top of her, taking the pillow from her and rubbing his hand along her stomach, pushing her shirt up as he goes.

The door to Lip’s room swings open and Lip curses as his girlfriend all but vaults him off of her, tugging her shirt down in case it’s one of the younger kids. He scowls when he sees it’s just Ian, a mocking look on his face and the neck of a beer dangling between his fingers.

“Wanna knock, fuckface?!” Lip growls as his younger brother steps into the room, plopping down on the bed and throwing his arm around Charlotte, who, the traitor, immediately leans into the redhead. 

“Nah, you were done like fifteen minutes ago. You should really look into sound proofing these walls. Anyway-” Ian takes a swig of his beer. “Clear your calendars and put it in your pants, sluts, Mickey’s birthday is on Friday. Half of his piece of shit family is in jail and the other half just sucks. We’re takin’ him out.”

#oc #fiona gallagher #ian gallagher #kevin ball #lip gallagher #lip gallagher x oc #lip gallagher x reader #veronica fisher #shameless #gallagher #charlotte fisher #love #mickey milkovich #ian x mickey #better #Lip Gallagher x Charlotte Fisher

[everlasting-rainfall]

-Most Terrifying Yandere in One Piece-

Okay so I just had a thought of who the most terrifying Yandere in One Piece would be as yes, Luffy is someone who would probably rip the entire world apart just to get his hands on you but it ain’t him in my personal opinion

Sanji would crack the skull of any man who tried to speak to you and Zoro is so intimidating that no one would probably even dare try to speak to you

Boa would trap you with her without you even knowing that you’re trapped and if you ever do then you won’t be able to do anything about it, Robin knows exactly how to hurt you and exactly what to say in order to keep you from leaving her side

Akainu could have an “Only Alive” bounty placed on your head if you ever managed to escape him, Garp would chase you to the ends of the earth until he had you again

Kaido would keep you locked up in Onigashima in a place where only he would only be able to access you to ensure that he’s the only one that can see you, Big Mom would have you dragged off to Tottoland by her many sons and daughters in order to attend your wedding with her

But I gotta say that I don’t think any of them would be the most terrifying Yandere in One Piece and keep in mind that this is just personal opinion… But you know who would be?

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

Kidnapping, No Hope, Total Island Destruction, Uncomfortable Situations, Attempted Murder, Starvation, Imprisonment, Mind Break

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

!-MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE MANGA AND MOST RECENT EPISODES OF ONE PIECE-!

!-BEWARE SPOILERS-!

That would be this fucker right here in my personal opinion… Imu…

Why? Well I’d like you to think about this as Imu is someone that little to no one knows exists and no one even knows what Imu even looks like to begin with so let’s say that somehow you did manage to escape Imu’s grasp

You can’t tell anyone who had you… No one would know who you’re talking about and now that person you just told? They’re going to face an imminent death…

We all saw what happened on Lulusia too, all that just to kill Sabo who saw Imu if I’m right. An entire country wiped from history so if you told that person about Imu then you just potentially wiped that island out…

Granted Imu might leave you unharmed like they won’t kill you but there’s a good chance that when you’re brought back to them, it will be with your ability to walk or even stand removed so now you’re stuck with this person… Assuming Imu is a person, that is…

Plus I don’t think that Imu would even reveal their appearance to you for a good long while so imagine sitting down for a meal with this person covered head to toe in black, they stare at you with these unblinking red eyes anytime that you make a sound

If there was any way to lose your appetite, it would probably be from the sheer uncomfortable feelings brought on by Imu’s staring… I don’t think that they would even speak to you for a while after being captured so you’re just living with someone whose dead silent and won’t stop staring at you…

Also that brings up the case of imagine catching the attention of Imu like maybe you were one of the few people unlucky enough to be able to approach Imu but how much more terrifying would it be if you were just some civilian?

Who knows how they found out about you but once they decide that they want you, you’re being seemingly arrested out of the blue like you’ve done the worst crime imaginable if you aren’t just straight up kidnapped

Then you’re brought before this person who you’re absolutely terrified of and have absolutely no clue what they want from you only to be left alone with them because this is home now

Fucking horrifying if you ask me…

You can’t even hope at killing Imu either as even if they have no fighting skills, you’d probably have to get insanely lucky in trying to kill them like I’m talking winning the lottery eight times in a row on the same day then seeing like a quadruple rainbow on your way home only to find that every problem with your home miraculously fixed itself kind of lucky…

So let’s say that you did achieve that kind of luck and managed to sneak up and seemingly kill Imu in order to hopefully return to your life before all of this occurred, it seems like you might be home free and escape is so close within your grasp…

But let’s not forget about something…

And knowing that the Gorosei’s devil fruit forms can regenerate from seemingly just about anything, I’d assume that Imu can do it as well so they’re pissed that you tried to kill them after how kindly that they’ve treated you

So as you’re running, you’ll likely look back and see whatever this is chasing after you until it grabs you in a grip that feels like it’s trying to crush you as they drag you back where you belong

If you make Imu mad then they likely aren’t going to treat you with kindness like I can honestly see them depriving you of food and locking you up until you’ve learnt your lesson, Imu wouldn’t kill you and wouldn’t allow anyone to lay a finger on you to harm you

But by the end, you’ll be wishing that you were dead and no matter how much you might scream that you’ve learnt your lesson… Imu will leave you there until they know that you have only coming to you to give you just enough food and water to where you’ll survive…

Once Imu is sure that you’ve learnt your lesson and will never try anything like that again, that is when you’ll finally be freed from your prison and actually start to be treated with gentleness and kindness as well

Imu might even test how your time locked up affected as you as they’ll caress you and if you lean into it then they’ll kiss you… And if you return it? That’s probably the first time that you’ll hear their voice speaking the word “Good”

They’ll be gentle with you as they wash your body and take care of you until you’re all better but don’t think for a second that Imu won’t shove you back into your prison if it’s needed…

Now this isn’t to say that any other One Piece character isn’t absolutely terrifying as everyone is absolutely horrifying like hell… Luffy is absolutely horrifying because of Gear 5…

This is just my personal opinion on who I think is the scariest… And it’s Imu without a doubt for me…

#yandere one piece #reader insert #read the trigger warnings #minors dni #Yandere Imu

[ghostofthemost141]

Serene

Chapter 4

Gif credit to @simonghostrileys

Ch.1. Ch.2. Ch.3 Ch.4. Ch.5. Ch.6. Ch.7.

Pairing: Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish xF!Reader

Word Count: 2,789

About: You were on vacation to the beach and you think you're about to die when you're caught in a riptide until an unlikely hero comes to your rescue. Precisely a Scottish man that bores a tail. And now, you two are secretly seeing each other.

!Warnings!: None

Italics means Third Person POV

Notes: I love the way this story is progressing. I hope y'all are enjoying this as much as I am. Enjoy!

“Johnny..” You softly spoke, pulling away from him. You were enjoying all of the feelings and emotions you were feeling right now, but it can’t go further. At least not right now. 

“Are you alright?” Johnny asked me, seeing in his eyes that were full of concern. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m great. I just..need to get home.” I lied. 

Really and truly I didn’t need to be home, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were both being watched somehow. But I didn’t want to startle Johnny. 

“What is it, Dove? Talk to meh. I can see yer worry.” Johnny comforted me, holding my chin reassuringly. 

“Um..” 

You thought about whether or not to really tell Johnny how you are really feeling. 

“I feel like we are being watched.” I whispered, knowing it wouldn’t make a difference whether I did or not. 

Johnny held you close as he scanned through the area, seeing if he could see anyone. He immediately took on a protective role over you despite this being the third time you have seen each other. You leaned into his chest and just stared down at his glimmering tail. The waves were still able to touch y’all upon where y’all were sitting at, which was the only reason why he hasn’t turned into a human yet. 

“I don’ see anyone, Dove.” Johnny announced. 

“Are you sure?” I asked again. 

Johnny cupped my face and turned my head upwards, making me look up at him. 

“I am sure. I wouldn’t let anyon’ hurt ya.” Johnny cooed to me, those deep, bright blue eyes staring deeply into mine with his soft thumb rubbing onto my chin. 

You could not take your eyes off of him. He has you hypnotized to have your eyes on him at all times. It made your heart race, but in a good way. 

“I know we just met but-”

“Yes.” 

Johnny’s eyes went wide by how quick you were with your response. 

“You don’t even ‘now what I was gonna say.” 

“I can predict what though.” I joked, making Johnny laugh, “but yes. I want to keep seeing you.” 

Johnny smiled big, showing off his pearly whites to you. His heart was beating out of his chest hearing you say that. Johnny has met many girls as his human self, whether they were serious or not but for some reason, you had his entire heart. From the moment his eyes locked with yours, you had stolen his entire heart. 

“If we do, I will have to meet your family.” Johnny mentioned. 

You choked back hearing that. Even though your Uncle Ale loved everyone, he was insanely protective over you. He did not want anything to happen to his estrella as he loved to call you. The thought of him meeting Johnny had you nervous. 

“As a human, of course?” I joke. 

“Just as long as I don’t touch water, we are fine.” Johnny jokes back. 

He had this sorta charm to him that you loved. He always knew how to make you feel better. 

“Now my uncle. He’s..a great guy but he is very protective over me. My aunt, I call her that even though they aren’t married yet, is starting to get on the protective train as well but she’s lovely too.” 

The entire time you explain your family to Johnny, he rubs your back, taking in all of the information you were telling him. He loved hearing you open up to him. 

“My parents died in an accident years ago when I was young. So he took me in and well I am grateful he did. I miss them a lot, but time makes it better ya know?” I added. 

“That it does.” Johnny said. 

He leaned in, pecking your head. He could feel your emotions start to rise the more you talked about your parents, but he felt honored that you were opening up to him. 

“Before you saved me, I saw my parents again. They were both smiling down at me and looked exactly as they did when they had passed away. They told me that it’s not my time yet and there was something waiting for me in life. I didn’t know what that was until I realized..” 

You paused. 

“Realize what, hen?” Johnny urged you to go on. 

“When I wanted to see you again after you saved me. That’s when I realized that you were the thing my parents told me.” I confessed, feeling tears start to fill my eyes but in a good way. 

Johnny was overwhelmed with what you were telling him but he loved it. He has never heard anyone tell him something so meaningful before in his life but he was so happy to hear it from you. 

“Oh Dove.” 

Before Johnny could do it first, you leaned in and placed your lips onto his, embracing into another kiss. You had to do this, for your curfew time was coming close, for real this time. 

“Johnny.” 

“Dove?” 

“I have to go. For real this time.” I said urgently, “but I promise you’ll meet them. Soon.” 

Johnny smiled big at you. 

“I can’ wait to meet ‘em.” Johnny said as I stood up, dusting my legs and butt off. 

Johnny dove back into the water but kept his upper half above the water. 

“Same time tomorrow?” I ask. 

“You got it.” Johnny confirmed. 

Johnny pressed his hand against his lips and blew you a kiss. You pretended to catch the kiss and press it against your heart, making Johnny laugh. And with that, Johnny dove under the water and disappeared, leaving you alone with that eerie feeling of still being watched. Perhaps it was paranoia or you were actually being watched, you couldn't tell. You got into your car, started it, and peeled out of the parking lot, going straight towards your home. When you got home, you parked behind Remi's car and got out, quickly hurrying inside. 

“Finally.” I mumbled, feeling safe inside the confinement of my own home. 

“Dove?” I heard a muffled voice call to me from the living room. 

I looked to find both Uncle Ale and Aunt Remi on the couch, in each other's arms with Remi awake and Ale passed the hell out. It was a cute sight. 

“It's me.” I say, walking into the living room. 

“You okay?” Remi asked. 

You weren't sure if she could tell by your mood or what, but you were internally on cloud nine, despite feeling the intense paranoia you felt moments ago. But now that feeling was gone, the euphoria and bliss you were supposed to be feeling has taken over. 

“Yes ma'am.” I said, trying to hide my smile. 

“You look like when Ale and I had our first kiss.” Remi joked. 

How did she know? You thought. Maybe she was just one of those women that was gifted with that intuition. 

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” I lied. 

“You went to the beach didn't ya?” Remi asked. 

“I did.” 

“Soo, were you meeting someone?” 

She got me there. 

“And don't say Gem or Pixie cause you have never been this giggly or smiley after meeting them.” 

Damn it to hell. Oh well. I trust her. There are some things I have told her that I haven't told Ale and so far she has kept them to herself. She would only tell Ale if it was a major concern. 

“I did. A guy I met.” I confess, making Remi smile greatly. 

“Aw, that's so sweet. He handsome?” 

“Very.” 

Remi chuckled at your comment. She knew you liked having an adult woman figure in your life and knew that ‘girl talk’ couldn't happen with Ale so she stepped into that role for you. You both have had many meaningful conversations with each other and she hasn't told Ale anything unless you wanted her to. And this would be another thing she'd keep to herself. 

“Well I'm happy for you sweetie. If anything happens though you come to me or Ale, alright?” She reminded me. 

“Yes, Auntie.” I say. 

Remi chuckled in response causing Ale to stir in his sleep. 

“I'll leave y'all alone. Goodnight.” I said. 

“Goodnight, Dove.” Remi said. 

I then turned and sauntered into my room, shutting and locking the door behind me. 

Tomorrow was going to be rough and you knew that. You would have to go to the Dean's office and report Professor Graves for sexual harassment. You doubt anyone would believe you but it was worth the shot. As you got into bed and laid down, you thought of only one person. Johnny. You didn't know whether or not to consider him your boyfriend but you like to think he was. Eventually though when you start bailing to see him, you will have to introduce him to Gem, Pixie, Ale, and Remi. And that made you nervous. Mostly because of Ale. Your uncle is ex military and knows how to fight and protect with any means necessary. He has fought and killed a bunch of cartels and has nearly died millions of times doing so so he isn't afraid of anything nor anyone. The last guy you were with was nearly killed because not only did he cheat on you, but he broke your heart and you had to beg Ale to not hunt him down and teach him a lesson. But it hurt Alejandro to see you confined to your room for days on end over a boy who barely gave you the bare minimum. You knew Johnny wouldn't hurt or do anything like that, you just didn't know how Ale was going to react to him considering he looks ex military as well with how big and fit he is. Nonetheless, you eventually confided into a deep sleep, dreaming about Johnny and his beautiful blue eyes. 

~

“Estrella! Time to wake up!” 

Ale's husky deep voice woke you up from your deep slumber. It was unexpected so it had startled you. 

“Y-Yesh?” I call out, barely gathering my surroundings. 

“It's time to get up.” Ale said. 

You didn't want to do this. You did not want to face your professor again. 

“I..Don't feel good.” I lied, coming up with my best sickly voice. 

“Can I come in?” Ale asked. 

“Yeah.” I groaned out, trying to keep up with the facade. 

Your uncle opened the door and entered your bedroom, immediately taking a seat next to you on your bed. 

“How do you feel?” Ale asked me, placing his hand on my forehead. 

“Just very groggy and nauseous.” I lied. 

Ale patted my forehead a little bit trying to feel my temperature. 

“Well you don't feel hot.” Ale announced. 

“I also got chills as well.” I add. 

Ale looked down at you with concern. He knew you were lying about not feeling well, he could see it written all over your face. 

“Dove, are you lying to me?” Ale asked with concern. 

He knew I was lying but he was asking with concern, not out of anger nor disappointment. I sighed deeply, sitting upright to be on his level. 

“I'm scared to go, Ale. I really am. I know you want me to report him and I will. I'll send an email, and I will do stuff around the house just please don't make me today. Please.” I begged him. 

Your uncle could see the hurt you were going through. How much that event affected you even though it was just a comment it has affected you greatly. Alejandro sighed deeply before speaking. 

“You didn't have to lie to me about feeling bad if that's how you felt, Dove.” Ale reassured me. 

“I know and I understand you want the best for me. I haven't missed any days though this semester. It will be just this one time and I'll have Gem or Pixie get my missed work.” I added to hopefully lessen the ordeal. 

“Okay. Only thing I ask is if you load the dishwasher and if you're up for it to go into town and get groceries. I'll leave my card with you if you do decide to go.” Alejandro informs me. 

“I got it, sir.” I say, keeping my word. 

“Te amo, Dove.” Alejandro said to me. 

“Te amo, uncle Ale.” I say as Ale brought me into a hug. 

~

By now both your uncle and aunt were out of the house, going to their respective jobs, leaving you alone at the house. So far you have done the dishes like your uncle has asked, you’re just trying to muster up the energy to make the drive into town to get groceries. Of course both Gem and Pixie have already messaged you, asking where you were at, and you just told them you weren’t feeling well and you would see them tomorrow. You hated lying to them, but you just wanted some time to yourself, as well as time to process what happened. Not only with your professor but also with Johnny. He wants to be with you and meet your friends and family. He was a kind man, perhaps the kindest man you have ever been with. You were just worried how your uncle, aunt, and your friends were going to react to him. You can’t keep the fact that he is a damn mermaid a secret forever. Deciding not to be a hermit no more, you got dressed into some decent day clothes, slipped on your shoes, made sure to have your uncle’s card and the grocery list with you and made your way to your car. You didn’t care if you saw someone you knew in town, you just wanted the day to yourself. You started your car and started the short drive into town. Ale wrote down the necessities y’all needed as well as get a treat or two for yourself. He knew you were dealing with a lot and always made a point to make sure you were okay, even if he doesn’t always have the best words to say or come up with. Eventually you were in town and made your first pit stop at the grocery market. 

“Just in and then out, Dove.” I told myself, mentally preparing myself. 

Right when you were about to get out, your phone pinged, indicating you got a text message from someone. You checked to see it was from Gem. 

‘Heads up, Professor Graves is absent, in case you are out and about.’ 

“Of course.” I grumbled. 

Out of all damn things. Now I have to watch my back as I am out and about. I had eventually mustered up the courage to tell both Gem and Pixie what happened and let’s just say they have the same feelings as my uncle does. No matter, I’m not scared of him. 

Putting on a brave face, you got out of your car and made your way into the store, grabbing a cart on the way out. Unfortunately, as soon as you entered the grocery store, you got the intense feeling again that you were being watched. You hurried down the aisles as fast as you could, grabbing everything that was on the list as fast as you possibly could. You hated feeling helpless by yourself in a supermarket but you had no idea why you felt the way that you did. It was finally when you took notice of a figure that was discreetly following you. He was tall and broad, looked nothing like Professor Graves, but you didn’t recognize the person at all and frankly you were getting fed up with being followed. You debated on whether or not you should make a scene. You decided on the former. 

“You got a damn problem buddy?” I snarled at the person. 

The man stopped following me. He wore a black jacket, dark jeans, dark shoes, and a mask that concealed his face. Who was this guy? The man’s eyes didn’t show any fear, instead they remained neutral. 

“No English?” I mocked, trying to make myself seem bigger. 

“Yes.” The man spoke, a thick accent in his voice. 

“Well then why are you following me? Do I know you? I’ll get my uncle on your ass.” I threatened. 

The man still remained neutral. He stepped closer, making my heart race. 

“I know about you and Johnny.” 

My heart raced even more. How does this man know about me and Johnny? No one was there with us last night. No one. Unless..

“Who are you?” I ask. 

“I’m Simon. Simon Riley.” The man introduced himself as the man who saved Johnny all those years ago, “and you’re putting Johnny in danger.” 

…

What? 

TO BE CONTINUED…

#cod #callofduty #call of duty #simon ghost riley #cod modern warfare #ghostofthemost141 #cod x reader #modern warfare x reader #johnny soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish x reader #johnny soap mctavish x reader #johnny soap mctavish x you #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #serene fic #alejandro vargas #phillip graves

[bellysoupset]

i don’t want, i NEED more stress puking Lucas

Hell YEAH. Here's more of the local idiot being sick over his own horrible decision making.

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Luke was pretty sure his apartment had never looked more pristine than now. In his stress cleaning phase he had taken to the grout with a toothbrush, so even the joints between the tiles in the bathroom were all stark white... and he hated it.

He hated the house being this neat so much that he had started considering just dumping a can of soup in the kitchen floor, just to have something to do.

In truth he had plenty of what to do. Despite finally catching up in all the uni work he had let pile up and the actual elections work that he had set aside, he still could just go hang out with his friends. Surely they'd like him to join, Vince had already sent him at least fifty texts asking how his weekend was coming along, Leo too, even Jonah had sent him a quick "are you alive?"

He didn't feel like interacting with people though. During the games he didn't have a choice and during the class days he did his best to keep an upbeat attitude, but the truth was that his heart was in little tiny pieces and he wasn't sleeping well - the clean kitchen being the direct result of his lack of sleep.

The bedroom was an issue on itself, after nearly four whole years where they shared a bed pretty much every night, safe a few weeks a year, it was awful to have all the space to himself. Not only it was awful, he didn't want it.

He didn't want the big bed to himself, he didn't want the clean kitchen without Bella's horrible cooking sticking to pans, he didn't want the bathroom sink without makeup stains, he certainly didn't want to not have his girlfriend.

Right now he was sitting in the middle of the kitchen, staring at the open cabinet and seriously considering the previous idea of the soup.

There was a ring on his doorbell and he frowned. Everyone who knew the code to his building also knew where he kept the key, so it was very weird that someone had let themselves in the building, but not the house.

"Vince?" Lucas got up with a groan, "I told you I'm fine, I'm not about to start drinking bleach-" he pulled the door open and then frowned. It wasn't Vince, in fact it wasn't anyone he knew.

Well, actually the blonde girl he knew. Barbara, from the cheer team? She had big blue eyes and long, waist length blonde hair. Right next to her there was a brunette, with chin length very curly hair, eyes outlined with glittery eyeshadow. Both of them were carrying bags.

"Uhm- Wrong house...?"

"Hi captain," Barbara (?) piped up, opening an amicable smile. The brunette didn't smile.

"You're Luke, rigth?"

"Yeah... You are?" he wasn't liking this one bit. He was certain that Vince wouldn't send him girls, not only because that was sexist as fuck, but also insanely offensive. Maybe fucking Mikey? Or someone else on the team.

"I'm Meg, this is Barbie. Bella sent us."

Suddenly he wished they were strippers. This couldn't be good.

"Bella sent you? What for?" Lucas squeezed the doorhandle, looking past their shoulders, "is she downstairs?"

"No," Meg shook her head, "we're friends of her-"

"No, you're not, I never met you-"

"She wants her stuff back," Meg concluded, ignoring him.

Luke felt sick. Actually fucking nauseous. He had been clinging to the fact that most of Bella's clothes and a house items were scattered around his place, in an unspoken promise she'd be back at least to collect them, if not be back for good.

"No offense, but none of you are touching my girlfriend's stuff," he glared at them, "I don't know you."

"I'm Barbie, from the cheer team?" Barbie said sweetly, which only caused him to glare at her.

"I'm sorry, but unless Bella calls me herself, I'm not letting anyone near her stuff."

Meg raised a judgmental eyebrow, arms crossed, "why don't you call her yourself, captain?"

"I would," he scoffed, deciding he liked Meg even less, "but she won't pick up my calls."

"I wonder why," Barbie mumbled under her breath, taking her phone out of the her purse and clicking on Bells' contact. After a long minute of ringing, Luke frowned even more as he heard her voice through the phone.

"Hello? Barbs, everyth-"

"Bella?" Luke leaped for the phone, only for the cheerleader to jump out of his way.

"Lucas?"

"Hi, Bella!" Barbie said brightly, "we're here at Luke's house, to collect your stuff. Can you just tell him that you asked us to?"

There was a split second pause and Lucas felt his hands start to sweat. He was truly feeling unwell, "Bell, don't-"

"Barbie and Meg are there to pick up my stuff because I asked them to," Bella's voice came through strangled, but strong, "so don't be a dick and help them get everything, please?"

"Bella, can't we talk this over?" he tried, once more to argue, "please? I don't want you to move out, I don't want us to break up, please just-"

"Don't be a dick, Lucas," Bella scoffed, "give them my stuff, bye," and then hung up. He swallowed in the sudden knot in his throat.

"So..." Barbie looked sheepish, while Meg step forward.

"Can you tell us where her stuff is?"

"I... Yeah, come in..." Lucas mumbled, heart hammering in his chest. He felt like he couldn't breathe, "I didn't- I didn't separate anything, it's all where it was, uh..." he guided them to the bedroom and then sat down at the edge of the bed, forcing a deep breath, "there, in the closet. "

"Which drawers are hers?" Meg asked and Luke shrugged.

"Everything," he groaned, eyes burning, "we didn't split our sides, it's all- I need air."

He bolted out of the room, outside of the living room and into the balcony area, clutching his chest. It was truly, fucking over. Bella was removing the little pieces of her from his life, he had lost her for real.

Lucas couldn't get his hands to stop shaking or his heart to quit hammering away, mouth dry and stomach churning. Instead all he managed was to stuff his hands on the pocket of his hoodie and take deep, steadying breaths, so he could at least pretend he wasn't about to keel over with the realization he had monumentally fucked up.

Back in his room, Meg and Barbie were quick and had sorted through most of the clothes, putting anything that looked too small for him or vaguely feminine on a pile on the bed as Bella's. He glanced at it, noticed they had added one or two of his shirts by accident, but decided not to comment.

"These are all hers?" Barbie asked timidly from the bathroom and he entered too, glancing at the assortment of jars, makeup pallets and tubes.

"Yeah-" Luke glanced heard Meg move something in the bedroom and then got back, "no, put that down, that's mine."

Meg clearly didn't like him just as much as he disliked her. She glanced at the framed picture of Bella, hair on fire twirling around her in the middle of a windy day.

"Meg," Barbie said sweetly from the door, "leave it. She wouldn't mind."

"Fuck- Are you two done?" He knew he sounded harsh, but he didn't care, "what else do you want?"

"She said something about some vinyls?"

Fuck. Lucas swallowed in the bitter saliva pooling in his mouth and guided them to the living room, "under the TV," he mumbled, watching as they grabbed all the vinyls and packed them away too. He vividly remembered the large majority of them. Remembered when she brought them over, which ones she had forced him to slow dance to, the ones they had head banged to because they were heavy metal, the ones they had gone to the band's concert's...

She had brought music to his life after years and years of no music and now they were taking it all away.

"Sorry, captain," Barbie mumbled as she zipped up the bag, "sorry. C'mon, Meg, let's go..."

The bags were almost too heavy for them and he didn't care. Lucas shut the door behind them and leaned on it, letting out one sob and then another and then he rushed to the kitchen and bent over the sink, bringing up a mouthful of his breakfast, alongside another sob.

His stomach ached fiercely, it was like he could feel his heart down there, churning and burning. He coughed again, struggling to breathe.

There was no way he was getting her back after this.

#PAAAIN #lucas atwood #emetophilia #sickfic #emeto fic #stress emeto #mywriting

[lokisprettygirl]

Build me Up, Break me Down (Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 10 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 11

Summary : Something awful happens and loki comes to a realisation

Trigger warning : Graphic description of rape, physical assault, violence

"Why is the mortal not suffering through this charade? Why just me?" Loki huffed as Thor took him on another day of play pretend. He was shoved in a room full of people prodding him from everywhere. 

"She's not our priority, you are, so focus on what they are telling you" Thor answered him and Loki glared in response. He almost uttered that you were his priority in this tower, but he kept quiet to not bring more teasing from Thor. 

"Good morning guys" Samantha walked towards him and Thor left after wishing her a good day. She took off his jacket and then his shirt 

"What are you doing?" Loki raised one of his brows and she glared at him 

"My job, now shut up" his jaw clenched at the tone of her voice. She put a black shirt on him, and then a black coat followed. 

"Mind your language, you are all beneath me" he huffed and she rolled her eyes in response. She should be scared of him, he could drive her insane with a flick of his fingers, she was lucky he was trying to rebuild his image for the foolish people of earth.

When he went back to his room, he took a shower, all those people touching him made him feel grimy. When he stepped out he looked at you, you were reading a magazine? You haven't said a word to him until now and that wasn't like you, normally he had to scold you to shut up. 

"Did you feed yourself?" He asked you so you looked at him, he was staring at you while struggling with getting his legs inside the jeans

"I did, did you?" You asked him and he shook his head 

"I'm going to, want to accompany me?" You couldn't believe your ears as he said that, was he inviting you to spend time with him?

"Ummm okay yeah" you mumbled and got up, you both accidentally were twinning. He was wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans, the same as you. You walked side by side to him, but his steps were so fucking big you had to brisk in order to catch up with him. 

"Can you walk slowly please?" 

"What did you say?" He stopped and turned his head to look at you, he looked so pretty with his hair slicked back from the wet shower, you just wanted to kiss him and do more, you missed doing that with him 

"Ummm can you walk a little slower please?" you mumbled again and he huffed then he started walking again. You mumbled a thank you as you realized he had listened to you. You went to the kitchen and made a sandwich for him, Steve walked in at the same time to make his protein shake so you smiled at him

"Hi..good evening y/n" he said to you making your face flushed. He was so nice to you, you didn't understand why but it felt good.

"Good Evening Mr America" you squeezed your eyes at the blunder and Loki was drilling a hole in your back as he watched the pathetic attempt at the flirtation of two midgardians. 

"You can just call me Steve" he moved around the kitchen to get whatever he needed for the shake, his eyes met with Loki and they both had a brief staring contest 

"I.. I'll keep that in mind, Mister Rogers" you mumbled and before he could say anything else, Loki grabbed your arms and walked you out of the kitchen, his hold was too strong it was starting to hurt a little but you didn't say anything. As you both stepped inside the room he let go of you, then he laid down on his bed ignoring your presence like always. About an hour later, Natasha informed you both that Tony was holding a private party in the lounge, your room was filled with people in a minute, Loki was being dressed up in a black suit, a girl was fixing his hair, the girl from last night was there too and you hated watching her. 

"What am I going to wear?" You asked Natasha and she looked at you up and down 

"Nothing you're not invited" your eyes teared up as she said that, of course you're not invited. 

"I thought my job was to keep an eye on him" you mumbled and she glared at you

"We are all going to be there, you're not needed, wait for your next instruction" 

When Loki got ready, all the people left including Natasha, he couldn't stop pulling on the tie, 

"Bloody hell, this is suffocating me" he huffed in frustration so you walked closer to him and loosen the tie then you unbuttoned the top button and fixed his tie back to the place 

"Better?" You asked him as you stepped away from him

"It is, thank you darling, why are you not getting all prepped?" He asked you and you sat down on the couch 

"I'm not invited, they don't need me there" he looked at you as he gave you a nod, it's just a party why won't they want you there? 

Once he reached the lounge, he had all eyes on him, everyone looked at him, the cameras flashed and he was blinded by the bright light. Tony walked over to him and introduced him as an addition to the team, he was asked several questions and he said what they asked him to say, he was finally allowed to breathe after a while, he couldn't help but notice how women were gawking at him, a tall blonde model walked towards him and sat down next to him while he was enjoying his alcoholic drink in peace 

"Hey handsome" she twirled her fingers in her hair so he turned to look at her "I'm Suzzanah with a z" she giggled and he raised his brows 

"I'm Loki, with a L" he was mocking her tone but it went over her head, she kept flirting with him, her hand roamed over his chest then she finally dared to run her fingers between his legs 

"What do you want?" He asked her seemingly uninterested but if she was eager to get in his bed, he wouldn't deny her

"Whatever you need" she winked at him, so he stood up and gave his hand out, she quickly grabbed him and he walked her towards the room. He was trying to distract himself from the fact that he had even miniscule amount of feelings for you, he didn't care, he shouldn't have to. Sure you were nice to him last night and he felt a moment of weakness but he wouldn't allow it to deter him from the fact that you're just a mortal. He's a god. 

As he stumbled inside the room with a tall beautiful giggling model in his arms, you got up and looked at him 

"You want to watch? You can.. I don't mind" he told you, so you walked past him and stepped out of the room, he noticed how hurt your eyes seemed but he didn't care. He absolutely didn't care about it.

"Strip for me Suzzanah" he told her as he sat down on the bed, she took her dress off slowly, 

"Who was that chick?" She asked him while she stauntered towards him

"She's .. she's nobody" she pushed him down on the bed, then he flipped her around, he can fuck her and forget about you atleast for an hour because you're always here and it's really hard for him to escape you. 

You wiped your tears as you walked out of the bedroom, you felt hurt and heartbroken, you didn't have any right to feel so but it still killed you to see him with someone else, you found an empty room and went inside, then you laid down on the bed, allowing the tears to flow freely from your eyes. Music was blaring in the lounge on the other side. You heard the bathroom door opening so you sat up instantly, a man came out and he looked at you 

"I'm so sorry I didn't know this room was occupied" you stood up and he smiled at you. It was one of the agents, you recognised him

"It's alright I just had to use the bathroom, wasn't expecting a pretty lady waiting on the bed, my name is Brock" he walked towards you and you took a step back, you just knew he wasn't the type of man you could trust. He also seemed drunk 

"Okay Mr. Brock I would go now" you tried to scurry away but he grabbed your arm and pulled you into him 

"Where do you think you're going?" The fear creeped in every fiber of your body as he pushed you on the bed. You tried to get up and run past him but he was a lot stronger than you. 

"Please just let me go..I ..just let me go please" he got on top of you, you have been in the spot a countless times and you didn't want it to happen to you again, you slapped his face and tried to scratch him, you were doing everything you could to get out of his clutches. 

"Please stop, please I'm begging you" you cried and pleaded with him hoping that he'd show you some mercy but he didn't stop. You struggled against him and that's when he slapped you hard, it almost knocked you out 

"I know who you are y/n.. Lindsay told me all about it, nobody will miss you if you're gone, now keep quiet and take me like the whore you are, this is all you are good for" you weeped as he hit you again with the back of his gun, splitting your lower lip open then he pulled the gun over your head, you felt frozen and you felt so scared for your life. This is not how you wanted to die, even after everything that has happened to you, you have tried your best to move on and live this life that was given to you, your mother would want that for you, you knew that. 

The tears kept flowing as you felt him inside you, you just wanted him to be done with it, you had no energy to push him off or fight him anymore. He didn't last very long and you felt grateful for that, he came inside you too, Lindsay did get you on the pills after she rescued you. He got up and fixed his clothes, you sat up and tried to button your shirt but it was ripped. He suddenly gripped your hair in his head and your eyes widened as he placed his finger on the trigger of the gun. 

"A word of this to anyone and I'd wipe your whole existence off do you understand?" You nodded frantically and he slapped you again, he turned around to leave but then he came back and took out something from his pocket, he grabbed your hand and placed a dollar on your hand

"That's all you're worth. Even less but unfortunately I don't have a change" you didn't react to him, you didn't want him to get angry and hurt you further. You just stared at the dollar bill and heard his footsteps walking away, you felt numb and broken, all over again. 

......

"Yess yess yess oh god I have never been fucked so good" Loki kept going and he felt the woman under him cumming around him. Again. He couldn't help but think of you even in such a moment, he didn't know why but he had an awful feeling in the pit of his stomach. When he was done he quickly went to the bathroom to shower, as he stepped out, she was dressing herself up.

"That was amazing" she giggled and he gave her a fake smile. She wrapped her arms around his neck, she was tall enough and with the assistance of her heels she could  reach him easily

"So when can we do this again?" She asked him and before he could answer he heard the door opening, you walked in and looked at him for a second, you were holding your shirt together with your hands, then you went to the bathroom. 

"Get out" he told her and she gasped, then she stormed out. He followed you but you had already locked the door, what happened to you? You seemed hurt. He had an awful feeling about this

You sat down in the bathtub and pulled the curtain off its hatch, then you wrapped it on yourself to feel a semblance of protection around you. You heard the knocking on the door but you had no energy or will to deal with him right now.

When you didn't open the door, he teleported himself in the bathroom and his eyes teared up as he looked at your state. Your lip was bleeding, you had bruises all over your face and your whole body was shaking. You had your head down on the edge of the tub with the curtain wrapped around you like a duvet 

"Y/n ? Who did this to you?" He walked closer to you and sat down on the tub, he could see the mark of fingers on your face, if it was that agent again he'd kill her. You didn't answer him, you flinched and tried to hide yourself from him instead. 

"Hey hey ..look at me darling" he wrapped his arms around you and picked you up slowly, he brought you back to the bedroom and laid you down on the bed. 

"Let me see alright, let me fix you" you kept crying, the softness of his voice almost made you want to curl up in a ball and cry, you felt the pain subsiding as he ran his fingers through the bruises and the cuts. He felt like an asshole, he was fucking a woman here while someone was hurting you. He promised to take care of you. 

"Where else have you been hurt, darling?" He took the curtain off your body and that's when he realized what has happened with you, he felt his blood boiling at the notion, he was supposed to take care of you. He promised you.

"Who did this to you? Tell me his name" his eyes teared up and jaw clenched, it's all his fault, you would have been safe here, you wouldn't have left if it wasn't for him bringing that woman here. You didn't say, you just kept sobbing. This wouldn't happen if you were stronger, that's how you felt

"Please talk to me sweetheart" he whispered again 

"It's okay..it's okay I deserve it..I'm just a whore afterall" you opened your fist and revealed the dollar bill he gave you, then you started sobbing like a child. He instantly pulled you into his arms, he was angry, so livid and he wanted to murder someone, he wouldn't breathe in peace until he has found the man responsible for this and hurt him until he's begging him to just kill him.

After a while he pulled away and cupped your cheeks, you were not even looking at him, you felt ashamed and so weak. 

"Look at me darling..hey look here" you looked up at him as he said that.

"You're not a whore, and you don't deserve such monstrosity being inflicted upon you, do you hear me? I'm sorry darling, I'm so sorry..I'm sorry I didn't protect you" he hugged you tightly again, he couldn't stop his own tears as he looked at your vacant state of mind, he couldn't even imagine being in your shoes right now. He felt responsible for letting one more man hurt you like that. He felt like a failure. 

He held you until he felt your sobs dissipating and your breathing getting back to normal, he caressed your head then he laid you down on the bed, he conjured a fluffy blanket and wrapped you in it, he laid down next to you and you looked at him

"I can go back to the couch" you said meekly and he caressed your cheek with his fingers 

"Who did this to you?" He asked again and you feared answering him, you didn't want him to get in trouble because of you 

"It's okay..I'm okay" you mumbled and he kissed your forehead 

"Tell me his name darling, If you won't, I'll get in your head and find out myself" he said to you softly, he didn't want to intimidate you but he was burning with rage and he had to do something about it, he had to avenge. 

"Brock, I think he's one of the agents, please don't get in trouble because of me" you grabbed his hand and he linked his fingers with yours, the moment felt too intimate for him, not in a physical sense but emotionally. However he didn't care about that, all he wanted to do was take care of you and then crush the skull of this Brock bastard. 

"I won't, you want to sleep?" He asked you and you shook your head 

"I'm going to take a shower, I feel dirty" you got up and went to the bathroom, Loki got dressed up and he put the coat on, he didn't bother with the tie. He made his way back to the lounge to find this rapist asshole,

"Who's Brock? He's one of the agents" He asked Thor and Thor looked at him confused

"Why are you asking?" 

"Just tell me" 

Thor pointed towards a man at the bar, flirting with some other woman. His jaw clenched as he headed towards the bar, his large angry sides made Thor nervous, he had a bad feeling about this so he followed Loki. 

He grabbed Brock by holding his collar and punched him right in the face, making him bleed instantly. Then he used his seidr to attack him, everyone around seemed shocked and some people ran away because they felt scared he was going to terrorise earth again. 

"Loki what are you doing you fool?" Thor grabbed him but that didn't stop him from using his charm, he used the enchantment spell and made Brock smash his own head on the hall over and over again. 

"Brother stop what are you doing" 

"He raped her, that bastard ..raped her" his eyes teared up and Thor looked at him shocked, he eased his grip on loki. 

He didn't want Brock to die, he wanted to torture him, he wanted him to feel the same pain he gave you, 

"Stark get that man arrested" Thor told Tony and Brock was taken away before Loki would kill him, this wasn't the end, Loki swore to himself that he'd kill this man, he wouldn't let him exist after what he has done with his mortal. 

"Is lady y/n alright?" Thor asked him and Loki wiped his tears 

"What do you think brother, what do you think?" He screamed and then stormed out of the lounge, another scandal was brewing and Tony facepalmed as he realized he'd have to up the pr game to keep this news in the walls of the tower. 

When Loki went back to the room, he found you all bundled up on the couch so he quickly lifted you up and brought you back to the bed. 

"Where did you go?" You asked him as he undressed. He put on a pair of pants and a shirt, he didn't want to sleep naked next to you and trigger something but he wanted you to feel warm and safe. 

"Just had to go back for something, you want to sleep now?" He asked you softly and you nodded. He laid down next to you, and you scooted closer to him, he was the only man who has ever made you feel safe around him. You loved the feeling of safety you had with him. He engulfed you tightly and caressed your back gently 

"You can talk to me if you want" he told you as he felt you playing with his t-shirt. 

"Can you take this off please? If you're okay with it?" You asked him and he nodded, he snapped his fingers and the fabric was gone, you hummed as you felt his skin. He felt warm and soft, he felt safe. 

"Thank you Loki" you mumbled as you placed your head between the crook of his neck. His eyes teared up again, he failed you and you were thanking him for that. He'd never forgive himself for allowing another man to harm you like this, letting someone else taint your precious little existence. He wanted to apologize again and again but he knew you'd forgive him or you'd just tell him that it wasn't his fault, but he felt responsible. 

Worst part is he could feel that something was wrong with you, he has never had his instincts screaming at him like this before but somehow he could feel the blaring voice in his head and instead of following that voice, he ignored it. He snapped out of his thoughts as he felt your lips on his neck, as much as he enjoyed it, he was extremely worried about your state of mind

"Darling darling.. my darling what are you doing sweetheart" he mumbled in your ears as he flipped you underneath him, his voice was whispery, so velvety, it made you feel so warm. He pressed a soft kiss on your cheek, you were just staring at him all wide eyed. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to" you mumbled meekly and your eyes teared up

"What do you need? Tell me, I'm here for you okay? You have me" he whispered as he cupped your cheeks and kissed you softly 

"Makee me forget please..I ..I just want to forget, it feels nice when you touch me, because.." you sniffled and your voice choked 

"Because I know you won't hurt me, you'd never hurt me like that" he kissed you as soon as you finished your words. 

He never wanted to, he never wanted to hurt you, or have them hurt you again but he was going to fail like he did today.

He always fails. 

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In the Undertow (A Tom Holland Fanfiction)

Words: 1.5K

Summary: Basically, the Walmart edition of The Little Mermaid, but with the reader and Tom Holland. I don’t think this is my best writing, but if you guys enjoy, then I’ll make it a series.

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Growing up under your mother’s strict thumb wasn’t easy. The more she would push down, the more you rebelled. There were many rules you have broken, however, you never dared to break her number one rule: do not go to shore. She had warned you of the danger above. Humans. Of course, you have learned about how they slaughtered merpeople for their enchanting scales in school, but that was decades ago. Today was another day for your usual rule breaking. You were exploring the deep sea with your friend Peter when you had your interaction with the “dangers.”

“Y/N, your mom said to not go to this area of the ocean. There’s supposed to be a strong undertow here today,” Peter exclaimed.

“All the more reason to explore.” You gave him a smirk and kept swimming. “Knowing her she just said that to keep me from finding something here.” You heard your friend mumble underneath his breath, but you didn’t care.  “Wow, Peter, look at this coral!” 

The coral was in different colors that you’ve never seen before. It shimmered in the sunlight like glitter. Growing in the coral was the most beautiful flower. None like you've ever seen before. You imagined the nectar would taste amazing as it slid down your throat. It looked almost magical. Entranced by its beauty, you picked the glimmering plant.

“Wow,” you whispered, staring at it in all its glory.

“Y/N! Watch out!” Peter called out but too late. Turns out your mother did not lie about the undertow.

On the beach, four boys would be found surfing the waves. It was getting stormy out, but the eldest insisted on still going. The waves were great but starting to look a little terrifying. 

“Hey, Tom, I think it’s time to go back in. The waves are getting a bit too big,” Sam spoke to his older brother.

“I agree,” said Sam’s twin, Harry. Tom scoffed at his little brothers.

“Alright, let me just ride one more wave.” He gave a look at the biggest wave yet, eager to ride the monster.

“Are you insane, mate? That will squash you like a bug,” his best mate, Harrison, piped up.

“I’m an expert, remember?” Tom recalled the Vogue magazine, in which they got a picture of him surfing and called him “expert surfer of the year.” Without hesitation, he prepared to ride the 25 foot wave.

“He’s going to kill himself,” Sam whispered to his twin, who nodded in agreement. 

Tom slowly maintained his balance. At first, it was fun. He glided along it with ease. He felt the adrenaline pump through his veins. The salty water sprayed into his brown hair. He even managed to do a tail slide. Then, something caught his eye. A bright shimmering purple thing swimming in the water. 

“What is that?” he asked himself. This caused him to lose his focus. Tom felt the board underneath him shake as he was starting to lose his balance. Eventually, his surfboard tossed him right in the salty sea. He was able to swim back to the surface, but only for a moment because the 25-foot-tall wave crashed right on top of him.

You managed to get yourself out of the undertow, but you were already a long way from home. The flower that you found was somehow unharmed. You put it in your bag for a snack for later. That’s when you noticed the water wasn’t nearly as deep as it typically is. You looked around and saw interesting shells you’ve never seen in person before. Shells you were taught in school to avoid. Shells that meant you needed to swim back the way you came from. Shells that meant you were close to shore. You know you should turn around and go find Peter, but you don’t. You have never seen the blue sky or smelled the fresh air. You were curious. 

The breeze immediately hits your face as you emerge from the water. You tried taking a big sniff, but all you could smell was the sea. You look up, hoping to see the beautiful blue sky, but it wasn’t blue. There were gloomy dark gray fluff balls that appeared to be floating, you would later find out that these cotton balls were called clouds. The life above was nothing like you would have imagined, which disappointed you a bit. Just as you were about to head home, you heard voices. You go closer to investigate, but make sure you go unseen. You hide behind a tall, brown rock.

These must be humans.

You have never seen humans before, but wow, they seemed attractive, especially the one who insisted on surfing one last wave. Whatever that means. You watched the boy climb up on his board and ride along the wave. You were fascinated. How was he able to stand up despite the unstable surfboard? You had to get closer. You wanted to see this man’s face.

Closer you got, indeed. He was even magnificent that you could ever dream of. His brown, wet curls laid perfectly on his head. His eyes glisten as the ocean does when sunlight hits it. He had the most daring, yet charming smile on his face. Unfortunately, you had gotten too close. He caught a glimpse of your tail, causing him to fall off his board. 

He might just want to skin those scales right off of your tail. 

You quickly push that thought out of your mind for how can a human with a smile like his be harmful? He is nowhere to be found. Is he with his friends? No. He’s in trouble. You weren’t sure how you knew; you just did. You went back underwater to search for the mysterious boy. It took you about a minute or two to find him in the water, which is already long enough to be dangerous. He was unconscious and in the undertow. You swear to yourself, knowing your mother would kill you if she ever found out what you were about to do. 

You launch yourself into the undertow. You were able to catch him, but by the time you got him out of the undertow and back above water, you seemed miles away from his friends. Even so, you dragged him back to shore. He was still passed out and that’s when you remembered humans can’t breathe underwater. You started to panic. How does one get other to unbreathe water? You did the first thing you thought of: shake him aggressively. It seemed to do something since he was coughing up water right into your face. 

“Are you okay?” you asked the strange human, but no answer. He seemed to be still knocked out, but he was breathing now. You could tell by his rest rising and falling. 

I see you in the sunlight

You shine so bright

Every curl just in place

That smile that invites me to chase

For the first time, I imagine me on land

With you right at hand

What would it be like to stand

Right here in the sand

For the first time, I desire more

Than life under the shore

What are you like

With me out of sight

With those eyes that shine so bright

You watch him slowly open his eyes and reach for you. That’s when you realize you were singing. In other words, you were using your siren voice. You had never used your siren voice before. You mom tried to teach you, but you never could. Siren song is a special gift among merpeople and it takes an equal special moment to unlock such a sound. 

“Who are you?” the human man asked, intrigued by your song. Before you could answer, you hear his peers in the distance. You jump back in the water before they can see you. “Wait!” You were already gone.

“There you are mate. You gave us a scare,” Harrison exclaimed and helped his friend stand.

“Did you see her?” Tom asked his friends.

“Who?” Harry gave his older brother a questioned look.

“I don’t know. It was a girl. S-she saved me,” he replied. 

“It’s just us here, Tom,” Sam responded. “Let’s get you back home. You probably hit your head.”

“There’s no way she wasn’t real,” Tom insisted, trying to pull away from Harrison.

You watch the other boys bring the human, who was named Tom if you heard correctly, back up to land and away from the sea. You weren’t sure how, but you knew you had to get to know this Tom fellow. You didn’t care that he was human. He was different from the humans you heard about in school. You didn’t know when or how, but you were determined to be with him.

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PART SIX.

warnings .ᐟ . . . violence, blood, mentions of guns + shooting, body dismembering, kissing, death.

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“( your name ), we need immediate details on what you’ve learned. you’ve been out of contact for entirely too long, we thought something horrible happened,” the main boss, chief ken, speaks. your head is still hung low, feeling upset about it all. in fact, embarrassed. they knew you, and they knew that you never came low when put on these missions. so they have to assume something was up. “we were ready to send out a search party.”

“i’m sorry, i had to take a little break for myself. I realized later on that i didn’t report back to the office. it’s been—difficult.”

“difficult as in?” uzui grunts, hating that you were dragging this. although he’d never admit it, he was scared shitless that you had lost your life. taking this mission wasn’t an easy one. you were dealing with the yakuza, a criminal who’s been a high red flag in the police’s eyes for years. he was worried.

all you knew now was to lie. there’s no way you could spill everything about him without dragging yourself down, too. there was still so much information you needed to know about him for yourself, and you needed to hear the truth from his own mouth. so it was best to come up with things they’d like to hear.

“spade is an incredibly careful man. as you know, he finds a way to have money flow to his pockets in numerous ways. he has this partner named ichigo i think you should look into. he helps him run the drifts down shibuya. he keeps the people he values close to him, but not too close to where they know every plot he has planned. so far i’ve been to his home. the streets were dark so i wasn’t sure exactly where the location resided. i’m positive it was an rental.”

“any leads on the cocaine smuggles? or the illegal sex clubs?” chief ken asks, his palms flat on his charcoal sleek desk, his dark suit crisp on his body with his long hair drifting over his face. his gaze is intense, and for the first time it makes you bounce your leg nervously. uzui notices this since he’s standing nearby, squinting his eyes curiously. she’s never nervous. has this case finally cracked her?

“haven’t gotten that far. there’s been an incident where he’s followed me, or had someone do so. he has a bodyguard slash driver who goes by ban. he’s a big bulky guy with a scar that cuts straight down his left cheek. light blue, short cut hair. i’ve made sure to disguise myself on multiple occasions when tracking him. so far he hasn’t noticed. there’s this abandoned building that used to be a hotel. spade plans on flipping it, possibly to hide a factory for drugs.”

“does he know where you live?”

“he’s ertain i live at my mother’s bakery. i don’t have much more to say. i’m still working on it.”

“okay,” chief ken sighs, pulling his chair out and taking a seat. “aside from all this, are you okay? i know this isn’t your first mission, but it’s the first time you’ve dealt with a yakuza leader.”

you smile faintly. “i’m okay. i’ve handled bigger dogs. this one just happens to be a coward.”

uzui scoffs, rolling his eyes. “you sure you aren’t falling for that coward?”

it’s like he can call bullshit from a mile away. not once have you ever been out of contact with the agency for more than a few hours. you have a routine where you come in twice a week just to give incite on your current case. you’re insanely jumpy, as if you’re afraid he’ll come out and kill you. or maybe you’ve discovered something you don’t want them to find out.

you stare at him with annoyance. “what are you talking about?”

he turns to chief ken. “how do we know she’s not lying? we need more surveillance on her if we’re going to see the truth. how do we know he hasn’t manipulated her into finding information on us for him? next thing we know he could have us killed.”

“agent uzui, you think i don’t know that,” his voice is stern, uzui clicking his teeth and turning his face to the wall. “cut her some slack. she knows what she’s doing. don’t underestimate her. you have a tendency of doing that.”

you’re thankful for the chief’s praise of you, the man always being very fond of you ever since you’ve stepped foot into the CIA. he knows there were many men here that belittled you because of your high appraisals. thinking you made your way up by spreading your legs. it’s foul the things he hears, firing a lot of people on the spot for speaking so ghastly of you. a woman who was about her shit from day one.

“ignore him,” he puts his hand up as to block him off. “do you need anything?”

“just a few days off to gather my thoughts. it’s a lot to handle. he’s—one of a kind.”

“sure he is, he’s on japan’s most wanted list,” chief ken chuckles. you smile weakly. “but sure, whatever you need. spend some time at the bakery. bring some of those strawberry crepes you make, yeah?”

“i’ll be sure to remember that,” you stand, only walking in with your cellphone. “i have one request if it’s okay. uh, my friend, vina—he saw her with me one day he followed me. could you place some protection over her to make sure nothing happens? the last thing i want is to involve her.”

chief ken’s eyes soften, nodding his head with reassurance. he says nothing more, and you proceed to head out, needing to get home as soon as possible. on your way to the elevator, uzui manages to follow you, stopping the doors and heading inside with you.

“what do you want want? gonna accuse me of fucking him and smuggling drugs?”

his features go soft, his hands in his slacks as he rests his shoulders against the wall. “look, i’m sorry. you know sometimes i overreact and worry about you more than i should.”

“i understand. but i can handle myself. i have no reason to lie.”

“if you’re being coerced—”

“tengen, i appreciate your concern. but i’m honestly fine. am i afraid? slightly. i’ve done shit like this plenty of times.”

“i’ll trust you for now,” his eyes are piercing into your face as you keep yours on your feet, crossing your coat covered arms since today was a rainy day. it was silent for a while, the atmosphere tense. “i care about you a lot.”

“i know.”

“and i’d hate to see you hurt, or worse, dead.”

it’s so quiet you feel like you’d hear a penny drop, gazing up at him as he distances the space between you two, sucking in your breath from his heavy scent of cologne as he embraced you in a hug. you’re stunned, slowly wrapping your arms around his broad back, trying to ignore the way your heartbeat went rapid. you always found uzui an attractive man, really funny and cute when he’s not blowing a volcano out his head. you could separate him from the colleague title and call him a friend. the only time you two have hung out was really a christmas party where both of you got drunk and made out under a mistletoe for thirty minutes. never speaking of it again.

when he leans down to press a kiss on your cheek, your face heats up, gripping his white dress shirt in your hands as he breathes against your lips, waiting for your say so to make a move. his lips are pink and soft like cotton, your thoughts needing to be sobered up. you can admit, you liked him for some time. everyone has a little work husband they play around with here and there. it’s not like the two of you have never been intimate this way. it just hasn’t been recent.

vermilion eyes study you like fragile glass ready to fall and crack. uzui cups the underside of your chin to tilt your head up, his pillow lips roughly locking over yours in a lingering kiss, surprised with yourself as you kiss him back, closing your eyes and pulling him closer. the elevator dings to a floor you happened to press by accident, jittering from the confrontation with your boss. a person sees the two of you and neither of you pull away, the stranger giving you two privacy and waiting for the next one. his hands are big, your hips grinding as his caresses them, hot palms leading to your ass he only rests on, the black tights you’re wearing tempting.

this is crazy, you think. but was it? this was completely normal. what wasn’t was toji. his entire situation, your pasts, your mission to get him killed. it was all too much for your brain to handle. and the way he left you earlier, horny and begging pathetically? you were losing yourself for a man who’s known for being dangerous. what made it worse was his stupid text a few minutes before you entered the premises. an excuse about how he’ll take longer than expected, but didn’t want you to leave. fuck that. kissing uzui made a bit of those worries slip away. yet, you wanted more. you were still horny, and having this man touch you right now wasn’t going to satisfy you enough. you didn’t have to bound yourself to toji. you’re not his. if you wanted to fuck uzui, you were going to. you needed a distraction.

tearing your lips from his as you come to your stop from the 78th floor, you suck your lips inwardly, uzui smiling at you with that pretty face of his, ruffling his snowy white hair. come to me later. it’s what you tell him before grabbing his hands away from your ass, maneuvering past him and leaving the building.

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“heyyy buddy! good ta’ see ya’.”

smoke clouds the surrounding area as toji walks in with two of his right hand men, upping his chin at the stubby short man with graying hair, a formal suit clad on his skin as he walks away from a pool table filled with stacks of money, playing cards, cigars, and liquor. men who noticed toji’s arrival knew the deal, and hurriedly scrambled away.

“dino young,” toji greets with nothing but a stern appearance, hands staying by his side when dino brings out his hand to shake. toji only glares at it briefly, then brings his eyes back.

“what’s with the formalities, eh?”

“ban,” toji bluntly calls for him, the skyscraper man who’s been his trustworthy rider stepping forward. “shut it down,” toji chews his gum, pulling a glock from the back of his slacks and pointing it to his former partner’s head. dino throws his arms up in defense, the women around the burlesque bar screaming as gun shots fly off into the air from ban, half-naked bodies scrambling to find safety.

“toji, what—”

“it’s spade to you,” toji seethes, clicking his gun and nodding his head to order his other men to hold him down. they obey without hesitation, dino struggling to break the hold, ready to run until they tighten their grips and shoved him to his knees.

“come on man—”

“i picked you up from the shitty slums, raised you to be a man, give you women, money, clothes on your fucking back—and this is how you repay me? stealing my profit and gambling my shit?” a harsh crack from the collision toji’s knee makes with his chin echoes the area, the man groaning in pain, nose bleeding profusely. “where the fuck do you get off taking from me?!”

the uproar of their bosses voice makes the entire room grow cold, goosebumps climbing up their backs, hair raising on their necks. it’s rare to see him loose his cool, only doing so when either really pissed or sexually frustrated. and both seemed to be the case. toji couldn’t disintegrate you from his mind ever since this morning. the raising arousal and fondness of you mixed with anger, knowing there’s so many things you still hide from him. you were truly a difficult woman. part of him thinks he should be honest with you, that way you’d be willing to be more open with him. decisions, decisions.

a frantic trail of heavy feet stomping near triggers toji’s instincts, swiftly turning his head only to be met with an aggressive, angry man who quickly slashes a blade across the side of his mouth, toji’s green eyes widening in shock, reacting as if the pain was merely a scratch. his lip trickles with blood, eyes darkening at the man currently being tumbled to the ground after trying to put up a fight with his members. he recognized the man instantly from a tattoo on the right side of his head, a symbol known in the family for generations.

“eros,” toji bites his lips, voice dripping with venom. “the consigliere.”

“toji fushiguro. i have nothing but hatred for you. you’ve gone too far. think your balls are bigger than your head now that you’ve got the upper hand. i don’t know why my brother was foolish enough to let you reign. you’re nothing but a stupid child!”

“don’t be like that, uncle,” the smirk on his face is vicious, no ounce of kindness bestowed. the man lying on the ground blows his long blonde hair away from his face to see clearer. “ares knew exactly what he was doing when he made me the heir. i own this shit. it’s time you’ve put respect on me.”

“remember your roots, toji. you were nothing but scum when ares found you. just a beaten up, bloody little boy found in the park one night. we’re the same guys who’ve stuck by ares until his last breath. now you think because he gave you the title, you run everybody like dogs?”

“i’m inishing the legacy he couldn’t,” toji crouches low to his level, pristine sleek loafers creasing. he tilts his head to the side like a mad man, running his gun alongside eros’s cheek. “he got himself killed for being stupid. got himself caught up because of your bullshit, your inability to sacrifice for your family. your pussy attributes that got your own brother killed because you simply couldn’t commit. it’s only right that he made me the next leader. i never hesitate. i never complain. i never dishonor his name.”

“go fuck yourself, toji,” he hocks back to spit on his expensive shoe.

toji chuckles menacingly, tonguing his inner cheek before angling his pistol to eros’s temple.

“no thanks, can get someone to do that for me,” pow! the bullet goes flying into eros’s skull, twice, maybe three times if he’s feeling generous—until his blood his splattered along the floor.

“and now with you.”

dino struggles to release from his captivity, toji clicking back his gun before taking a lit cigar off the table and dragging a long, needed puff before blowing smoke in dino’s face, soon pressing the cigar into the side of his cheek. dino screams in pain. “see that? that’s how my dick feels when you play with my power. authority keeps the dick healthy, strong even. you don’t fuck with a man’s dick, dino. it’s his treasure. a valuable jewel only loyal to the man it’s attached to.”

“you’re fucking insane. your mother should’ve beaten some proper sense into you. maybe you wouldn’t have such a dickhead ego,” dino spat, toji raising his brow, unaffected by his cruel choice of words.

“let’s cut off your dick so you know how it feels, yeah?” it’s as if he disregards his entire banter, dino yells as in fright as toji cuts down his pants and holds the fallen blade from eros to dino’s crotch, slicing off the anatomy without an ounce of hesitation. the blood curdling scream fills his ears, not for long until his pistol splatters his brains aside ban’s face, stern as ever.

toji swipes the back of his hand under his nose, sniffling. “clean this shit up.”

the moment he takes a step outside, he’s pulling his phone out of his slacks, bringing your contact into view and dialing your number, hoping you’d answer. when you don’t pick up, he clenches the phone in his fist, crumbling it to dust if he could. He stomps towards his vehicle, not taking long starting the sleek gray GTR, humming the engine and speeding off down the late night streets of tokyo. he needed to see you, now. release some steam. forget about the events of tonight. killing someone always had his adrenaline out the roof, and his dick even harder.

he’s bouncing his leg agitatedly at a red light, ironically, not in the mood for the police to be his ass. fire bursts from his engine like fireworks, consistently pressing his foot on the pedal. a car pulls up beside his on the slightly dead streets, the pit of his stomach dropping as he sees you . . . for some fucking reason inside this car. a man he’s never seen before has his hand on your thigh, thighs his face was buried in between hours ago. hand stroking it until it leads up to your pretty face he caresses and you rest your head into with a smile. the man catches toji’s gaze momentarily, thinking none of it before speeding off once the light turned green. words couldn’t describe the betrayal toji felt. who the fuck was that? and most importantly, where the fuck did you think you were going with him?

his knuckles turns white as his grip burns harder on the wheel, cracking his neck and breathing out of his nose before following the car. he was going to find out.

#paranoid series .ᐟ #toji jjk #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro x reader #toji series #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji fushiguro fic #toji fushiguro #toji x you #toji x black reader #toji x y/n #toji x reader

[catierambles]

Null Ch.5

Pairing: Incubus!Charles Brandon x Anna Williams (OFC)

WC 1206

Warnings: None? But still Minors DNI 18+ ONLY

@brattymum96 , @ouroboros113 , @peaches1958 , @summersong69 , @henryownsme , @fvckinghenrycavill , @raccoon-eyed-rebel

Charles mostly left her alone while she worked, popping in from time to time into the study to ask her where certain things were or coming in to grab a book. For the most part, he waited until she was on her breaks to do that so he didn't disturb her.

"Hey, Charles?" Anna asked once she was clocked out for the day and her work laptop was shut down.

"Yes, darling?" Charles responded, leaning into the room from the doorway.

"Something you said last night kinda stuck with me." She said and he gave her a questioning look. "When I asked you if this is how you really look, you said it was close enough. How do you really look? Can I see?" There was a pause where he just stared at her. "Did I just ask something really rude?"

"Rude? No, not that." Charles said, "It's just, my actual appearance can be a bit…shocking. I am a demon, mind you, I look demonic."

"Like Christianity/Catholicism demonic? Or eldritch horror, if I see it I'll go insane, demonic?"

"More the former than the latter." He said, "I just…don't want to scare you, is all. My actual appearance isn't too far off from how I look now, but just enough to where it can be a bit…jarring. We usually don't reveal our true selves to humans, for reasons which I hope would be obvious."

"You don't want to scare them away."

"Precisely." 

"If you're not comfortable with it, forget I asked."

"It's not that, either." Charles said and sighed, "I guess, I mean, I suppose if I want you to eventually trust me, I have to show you a level of trust as well."

"Don't think you have to just because you want to get naked with me." Anna said, "I was really just curious, and it's really not a big deal."

"No, no, my mind's made up." Charles said and walked into the room, "Just promise me you won't panic, please?"

"I'll attempt not to, but I won't know for certain until I see."

"Fair enough." Charles said, "Do me a favor? Close your eyes?" She said and heard him take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. An odd sort of feeling washed over her skin, making the hair on her arms stand on end and her breath hitch in her throat. "Okay, you can look, now." His voice was slightly deeper and she opened her eyes, looking up at him.

"Oh." She said after a long moment. His skin looked soft to the touch and instead of hair spreading across his chest, he had a layer of what looked like overlapping dark scales, the musculature of his chest more heavy and defined in this state. Dark horns swept back along the top of his head from his hairline, turning up at the tips and his blue eyes were even more vibrant, the pupils slitted like a cat’s. Getting up from the chair, she went to him, noticing how closely he was watching her. "You're…"

"Monstrous?" He supplied but she shook her head.

"Not at all."

"Anna, are you…drawn to me like this?" Charles asked, "I'm still not getting sexual interest, but there is interest there, just as there is for the form I take most often."

"Charles, I…" She paused, "I've been called weird or unnatural by so many people in my life because of what I don't feel. Friends, family, doctors. They find out and they look at me like there's something wrong with me inside. Is it any shocker that I feel a kind of…draw towards those whose outward appearances society might consider weird or unnatural? Or monstrous, as you put it?"

"I…I never thought of it that way." Charles said and when he reached for her, she noticed his nails had turned dark and sharply pointed like claws. She allowed him to pull her in and her eyes moved over the scales on his chest before she met his eyes.

"I've always felt more comfortable with "monsters" than I have with humans. Keep in mind, I am talking about it in a literary sense as I had no idea this existed in real life." She said and he reached up, touching the side of her face gently.

"Anna, may I…may I kiss you?" Charles asked, "You have my solemn vow I won't attempt to take it any further than that."

"Yes." She said, nodding, "You can." He leaned into her, his head tilting to the side slightly and her eyes closed at the first touch of his lips against hers. His lips moved against her lightly, almost hesitantly, and she pressed back against him. It was no shock that he was a great kisser, and she was sure she was glaringly amateur compared to him. His hands came up to hold her face as he fell into the kiss but to his credit, he didn't try to deepen it.

"I got…" He started as he pulled away, his eyes still closed, "Enjoyment. You enjoyed the kiss, but you had no…expectation of it going any further than that. No…desire for it to be anything more than what it was."

"Sometimes a kiss is just a kiss, it doesn't have to lead to anything else." She said and he nodded.

"If you…would like, if we ever go to bed again, I can be in my true form."

"If it ever happens again, I would want you to be in any form you want to be in, the one you are most comfortable with. Both are very nice in their own ways."

"Thank you, Anna," Charles said and she watched as the horns retreated into his skull, the scales diffusing and becoming hair. "For accepting me as I am. You're a rare sort of human."

"Thank you, Charles, for understanding me and accepting how I am." She said, “And you were right, you showing me a level of trust by letting me see how you really are did go a ways to me trusting you. You were vulnerable with me, not knowing how I would react as I get the feeling it hasn’t always been positive, but showing me regardless. Thank you.”

“I don’t want you to think that everything I do is with the intention of getting us into bed, as I told you, if it never happens again, then it never happens again.” Charles said, “I don’t have an ulterior motive for my actions. It’d be nice if it went that way, but ultimately, it’s completely your choice and I respect that.”

“You’re making it very difficult for me to be cautious around you.” Anna said and he gave a laugh, pulling her against his chest. “Kinda weird how you’re a better person than most humans.”

“A demon is just what I am physically, it has no bearing on my personality or my way of thinking.” Charles said, “Now, what have you eaten today?”

“I had coffee.” She said, pulling away to look up at him, “This morning.”

“Anna.”

“Does that not count?”

“Oh, sweet Lucifer.” He sighed and bent quickly, throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her from the room, her surprised laughter following them down the hall.

#henry cavill #charles brandon #null #my writing

[maggie32432]

Prisoners - Finnick Odair Imagine (Part 3)

Finnick Odair and Sirena Nighthart both won their respective Hunger Games at age 14. Both from District 4. Finnick and Sirena both grow up in the Capitol, though keeping their distance from each other. What happens when both get reaped at the Quarter Quell for the 75th Hunger Games?

Third POV

A few floors above Finnick and Sirena are Peeta and Katniss.

This morning Haymitch Abernathy is taking the time to show Peeta and Katniss all the tributes that they will be facing. Tributes that he is all too familiar with. 

"Cashmere and Gloss. Brother and sister from District 1," he says while showing the pair of siblings on the screen. Both tall and extremely well-built for the Games.  "They won back-to-back Games. Capitol favorites, lots of sponsors, and will indeed be lethal," 

The screen switches to Brutus and Enobaria from District 2.  "What's with her teeth?" Katniss asks, referring to the sharpened teeth on the woman, 

"She had them filed into fangs so she could rip people's throats out," Haymitch says, increasing the nerves of both Peeta and Katniss. 

"District 3. Wiress and Beetee. Not fighters, but indeed brilliantly intelligent," Haymitch says, showing the two older tributes on the screen,  "He won his games by electrocuting six tributes at once," 

They both raise their eyebrows, impressed that anyone without fighting skills was capable of winning the games, 

"District 6. The morphlings. Basically, won their Games by hiding until everyone else was dead," Haymitch explains, "Self-medicating ever since. Which I applaud, but indeed not a threat," He says. 

The screen switches to reveal a blonde man with a white sweater on the screen, a smirk plastered on his face. Beside him is an intense-looking girl with bright blue hair and shocking blue eyes, she doesn't share the same smirk, but instead a serious look and sharp jawline.  "Finnick Odair and Sirena Nighthart, right?" Katniss asks, 

"Yes, both from District 4. Both won their respective back-to-back Games at age 14, being the youngest ever. They both are the Capitol darlings and are deeply loved here. Finnick is known to be extremely charming and smart. He and Sirena are both extremely skilled in combat, particularly in water," 

"What are their weaknesses?"  "None. That I currently know of," he says, making Katniss and Peeta both more nervous. 

Sirena's POV

I stand intensely still as about a dozen designers and make-up artists work on my face, hair, and costume for the tribute parade.  My dress is blue and quite ocean-y, which is always the goal for District 4. 

Lots and lots of sparkles on my nails, lips, and face. I also have this huge and heavy seashell crown on top of my head. 

I groan as my hair is yanked to be put up in a big dramatic braid. Blue and gold makeup is done on my face while I watch in the mirror, they do fish-scale-looking makeup on the sides of my face. My lipstick is also a vibrant blue and purple color. 

As it all comes together I do admit that I kinda look badass, and much cooler than I did the first time around.  I get guided by all sorts of people down to where the chariots are awaiting us.

Just before I enter the area Finnick walks over to me. 

His costume is insanely more simple than mine is. He has no shirt on and has a fishing net type of bottoms on.  I can't help myself but stare just a little bit at his bare chest.

Just a little.

"Hey, Blue," he says with a grin and I raise an eyebrow,  "C'mon if we're gonna be fighting for our lives together I may as well give you a nickname, right?" he asks and I smile just a little bit, 

together

"You look gorgeous, by the way," he grins and I roll my eyes,  "Flattery gets you nowhere, Odair,"  He smirks while taking my hand to walk into the main area. The hand holding is only a strategy at this point to get people to be on our side and adore us.

That's been the goal since we were 14 years old. 

On the way to our chariot, we say hello to dozens of people that we both know including some victors we will have to fight very very soon.

I continue to remind myself to put on a smile, at least for now. I've always been known to be much more soft-spoken than Finnick, so in some ways, I'm relying on him to strengthen allies for both of us. 

I look to my left to see Katniss Everdeen, and I gotta admit, she is pretty damn intimidating. "Should we go introduce ourselves?" Finnick asks me with a grin and I simply nod. 

He keeps holding my hand, which I appreciate.  "Katniss," I say and she turns to both of us walking over to her, 

"Sirena. Finnick." She says and Finnick asks,  "You want a sugar cube?" 

Where the hell did he find that?

"I mean they're supposed to be for the horses, but they got years to eat sugar, whereas you and I...well if we see something sweet, we better grab it," he says in his charismatic voice. 

Is that flirting? 

"No thanks. But I would love to borrow that outfit someday," Katniss says to him, and I smirk as does he.  "Well, you look pretty terrifying in that getup. What happened to the pretty little girl dresses?" he asks cockily, 

"I outgrew them,"  "You certainly did," he says with a grin, 

"Shame about the Quell thing. You could've made out like a bandit in The Capitol. Jewels, money, anything you wanted," He says,  "Well I don't like jewels and I have more money than I need, so... What do you both do with all your wealth, anyway?" she asks, 

"We don't deal in money," I say, speaking for the both of us,  "Then what riches do you have?"  "Secrets," I reply with a smile,  "What about you, Girl on Fire? Got any secrets worth my time?" He asks, stepping close to her, 

"I'm an open book. Everyone seems to know my secrets before I know them myself," She replies 

I like her 

"Unfortunately, I think that's true," he says, and he turns to see Peeta and Cinna walking over to us, 

"I'm sorry you had to cancel your wedding, I know how devastating that must be for you, " Finnick taunts, leading me to smile again.

We all are well aware of the fact that their love story is a complete sham, anyone trying to survive the Games would've done the same thing.

#finnickodair #finnickodairxreader #finnickodairimagine #hungergamesimagine #hunger games #hungergames imagine #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair imagine #samclaflin

[delilah705]

I raise you a cute soft thought

Nai's sweet, patient wittle baby always sleeping cozy in his arms so much Nai straight up just ends up carrying them around most of the time, bundled up in a little ball like a pill bug, small arms out, palms resting, legs dangling crossed. This tiny, tiny cocoon of feeble mortal skin and bones.

I can see Nai feeling perhaps perplexed about it, if not hesitant, but softens up. He comes to learn how much he loves packing along his little baby like this. So close, close enough to hold, to love, to protect. He is a fierce, stotic man; holding the world's weakest creature.

And he will diligently cut the arms off anyone who dares try to pry his beloved child from his arm.

I wanted sooo bad to draw an image for this, but I even tried an alternative one and just eventually gave up and decided that I cannot draw babies or people holding babies at this point in time in the point of view I want, even with pose references. So, instead, I offer you a mental image of what I had in mind for the alternative image I attempted to draw and just gave up on: Imagine, you happen across the ship wreckage, carelessly entering, be it to plunder or take shelter, and the first thing you happen to see is the back of a large man, wearing the rather form fitting custom suit worn on the ships and there, resting their head on his shoulder, is a small baby staring at you, chewing on their hand. Perhaps the last thing you'll see is the piercing ice blue eyes of the man as he turns to look at you over his opposite shoulder and the intimidating set in his brow and jaw.

Also, as a person who plays Sims and is super guilty of making all my favs in CAS,… Seeing Knives hold a toddler had me going feral. I was like, beating my fist against this stack of books I have on my desk and grinning like a goof. XD It made me so indescribably happy. It was just so cute!! Gahh!! Big strong mean men holding a wittle baby?!?! Being soft?!!? My heart!! For real, Vegeta was a gateway into these types of men for me I just- It's my kryptonite now! And just imagine: reader there, tired, recovering from giving birth, and he's holding the baby in the crook of one arm, and holding her hand with the other, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles, maybe showing a brief moment of tenderness and leaning down to kiss the back of her hand. Beautiful. Augh. And he's just kinda looking between the two of them as reader sleeps? Wondering how this even happened? Unable to quite grasp that this is now his reality? He's just looking at the baby like, 'We made this. How.'

And can I just ramble a bit on how bizarre it is that like, we start out this tiny little thing in the womb, get around the size of a watermelon and are birthed, and then we just… Grow? Our bodies, our very bones elongate and our features change entirely throughout. It's… Wild to me. We're small, fleshy, squishy, weak things because that's what we need to be to even come out of the womb like we do, to be birthed with the least risk possible to both mother and us, and even that's rough. But the fact our bones just… Grow together as we age and then keep growing, getting longer and stronger. It's insane to me how we go from such tiny weak things to these taller, more defined bodies. Like, puberty hits and all sorts of crazy shit happens. I've never really taken the time before now to just be like, 'Isn't it crazy how this just happens? How our bodies just do this?' They just expand and elongate over the years as we grow. I don't know, it's just wild to see just how tall and broad shouldered some people get when we all started as these teeny tiny beings. And the way our bodies produce fat is just crazy to me; the way our bodies create teeth for us, hair, and fingernails, and the way our bodies even function. And how even is it that a single egg cell and a sperm can turn into an entire human with every organ needed to function? Life is crazy to me, so crazy and so fragile, even as adults, but so, so complex. And the moms out here are the real MVPs, carrying us to term, going through all this pain and suffering just so that we can see the light of day. The fact that a woman can just carry this tiny being inside of her. So crazy to me, so fascinating. And even Knives would have to sit there and handle thoughts like these, feeling reader's tummy as the baby grew and developed more over time. Starting so small and then getting big enough that their movement can be felt through her stomach.

#Sfw #Ask #someweirdoreblogger #I assume we're talking about 98 Nai #But seeing Nai makes me think Stampede because that's only really when I saw that nickname take hold for him. #And that man is an entirely different beast. A behemoth if you will #Why does he seem like he'd be so much bigger than the other two? Like fuck.

[monthofsick]

Out of the Blue, Into the Black

Nov(emeto)ber 2022, Day 1: Terrified caretaker

OCs: Aidan, Hailey

We're starting off Nov(emeto)ber with a story that turned out way more dramatic than I had expected. The core scenario had been creeping around in my mind for ages and then it ventured into uncharted territory. Don't worry, there's still a lot of fluff to make up for it.

TW: Vomit, medical issues

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Hailey was jumping for joy when she read Aidan‘s message. He was inviting her to a night out in town – in an exclusive new club that was insanely popular ever since its recent opening. Camila and Lenna didn’t have time to join them, which had been a bit of a bummer at first. But then again, it was a thrilling perspective to be the one and only eye witness with the privilege to share the first-hand experience with her friends in great detail.

After spending at least two hours in front of her closet, Hailey decided on a pink sequin shard mini dress. It took her another hour to get the perfect waves in her light blond hair and accentuate her big blue eyes with a glittery pink and silver make up. Feeling cute from head to toe, Hailey headed out into the lively warm evening.

Aidan picked her up with his red Tesla roadster. He had left the top three buttons of his light blue shirt open to reveal quite a bit of his tanned chest. Hailey gave Aidan a firm hug, then struggled to sit still on the passenger seat. Just a few weeks ago, she could only have dreamed about a party at such a bougie location, topped off with a hot guy as her company. Now that her dreams had come true, Hailey was determined and ready to enjoy every second of the night to come.

The Corium was everything she had imagined and more. When Hailey approached the grim looking bouncer, she was overcome by an irrational wave of anxiety. There was no way someone like her would be welcomed at a playground for rich kids. But holding on to Aidan’s arm, she wasn’t only let in, but sent straight to the VIP section. The design was modern and industrial, resembling a futuristic reactor. The black, white and silver interior was lit up with an eerie blue glow.

They started off their party night with tequila espresso martini and a large plate of sushi. Even though Hailey had thrown up an even bigger portion of it during their disastrous yacht trip, it was still her favorite food. The Corium had a kitchen area behind a glass wall where the guests could watch the chefs prepare the made to order delicacies. The ingredients screamed high quality and since the club wasn’t located on a boat, there seemed to be no risk of getting sick this time.

„Thank you so much, this is in-cre-di-ble!“, Hailey beamed with joy. She couldn’t remember having ever felt so special before in her life.

„You look incredible“, Aidan smiled back, then used his chopsticks to pick up a California roll. „Everyone‘s staring at you and I can’t blame them.“

„You really think so?“ Hailey’s eyes became even wider. „Everyone’s so pretty here and I was scared I wouldn’t fit it.“

„No, baby, you’re gorgeous. And even cuter when you blush like that.“

„That’s because you compliment me all the time.“ Hailey shoved an entire tako nigiri into her mouth, only to instantly regret it when she realized there was no way to chew it gracefully.

„Honestly, places like this are just… normal to me.“ Aidan shrugged his shoulders and stroked back his dark hair. „I’ve been to hundreds of clubs, it’s nothing special anymore. But when you’re excited, so am I.“

„I am!“ Hailey reached out for Aidan’s hand. „Sometimes I feel bad because you keep on inviting me and everything looks so expensive, but I really, really love it. All of it. It’s always so much fun with you. Not just because of the expensive-ness.“

„Hey, it’s fine. I don’t think you’re taking advantage of me. I enjoy this just as much as you do. Especially when you’re that adorable.“ With his hand that wasn’t holding on to Hailey’s, Aidan picked up another maki roll and put it right in front of the blonde’s lips. She gladly took in the whole thing, this time without being ashamed of it. If Aidan liked her the way she was, there was no need to be nervous.

-

After making a little game out of feeding each other surprise sushi rolls, they ordered another round of cocktails and kept on chatting for a while. Hailey’s glass was only half finished when she suddenly squealed and started to fidget on the comfortable leather seat.

„I love this song so much! Can we dance, like, right now?“

„Sure. Don’t worry, no one’s going to spike our drinks or steal our stuff, the personnel will have a close eye on it.“

Barely listening to his reassurance, Hailey jumped up on her pink glitter heels and pulled Aidan towards the dancefloor. By now she had forgotten about how intimidating the club had been at first glance. She dove headfirst into the mesmerizing blend of sound and light and Aidan’s body right next to her. The dazzling sequin shards on her dress swung with every move, joining in on her dance. When Hailey‘s favorite song seamlessly merged into the next, she didn’t even think about returning to their booth. The rhythm pulsing out of the speakers fired her up like electricity.

Everything was great until it wasn’t.

Hailey was so immersed in the music that she didn’t notice when Aidan stopped dancing. She bumped against him and turned around with a smile, only to find him frozen in place with the weirdest expression on his face. His gaze seemed lost while he moved his lips and jaw like he was trying to dislodge food stuck between his teeth with his tongue.

„Are you okay?“ Hailey had to ask twice, almost shouting the second time. The song that made her float only seconds ago was now drowning out her voice.

„…itchy“, was all she understood.

„What do you mean?“

For a moment, Aidan just stared into the void, wide-eyed and pale. Then, without further warning, a surge of vomit erupted from his mouth. It was expelled in a perfect arc like water from a fountain and splashed all over the silk satin dress of a young woman dancing next to him. The platinum blonde screeched and jumped back as the wave of puke forcefully hit her chest, splattering back from the shiny fabric.

When the massive wave finally ebbed away, Aidan was left with his mouth still open, baffled and in obvious disbelief that this huge mess had just come out of him. He didn’t even say anything – barely had time for it before the victim of his sudden projectile vomit gave him a resounding slap in the face.

„You ruined my dress!“

„Leave him alone!“ Hailey bravely stepped in front of Aidan, even though her body and voice were both trembling. „He – he’s sick, he didn’t mean to… and I’m sure he will pay for dry cleaning.“

„Good luck“, the woman hissed, piercing Hailey with a murderous glare. „This is Prada. Your disgusting scum of a boyfriend barfed all over my Prada dress!“

„I-it’s fine, I promise“, Hailey stuttered, but didn’t back away. „He has enough money. He… he just sold his yacht. Please, stop screaming, I – I have to take care of him.“

Feeling increasingly worried and overwhelmed, Hailey turned around to check on Aidan. She still couldn’t fathom what was going on. Aidan barely had two cocktails in his system, there was no way he was drunk enough to throw up. They had both shared the same plate, so the sushi couldn’t be the culprit either. Plus he had been feeling perfectly fine only seconds before spilling his stomach contents on the angry lady that kept on huffing behind her back.

Aidan had one hand placed on his stomach, the other one on his chest. He still seemed confused, thoroughly shaken by what was going on inside of him. Hailey gently placed her hand on his arm.

„How are you? Can… can you hear me? Please, say something.“

After blinking several times, Aidan finally turned towards Hailey. There was an expression of fear in his eyes that Hailey had never seen there before.

„Some… something’s… wrong“, he stammered.

„We… we should probably sit down and you should drink some water, okay?“ Hailey nervously took a hold of his arm, trying to pull him back to their booth. A waiter approached them, but he was immediately grabbed by Mrs. Spoilt Prada Dress.

„I… I think I need to be sick again“, Aidan moaned. Hailey felt a wave of panic washing over her.

„No, please, not here.“ She frantically looked around until she saw a neon sign pointing towards the restrooms. „Come one, you can throw up in the toilet, not on the dancefloor. Or… on people.“

Hailey‘s pleading request broke Aidan’s paralysis and he stumbled along with her. The hand that had been resting right unter his throat quickly moved up to his lips. It was enough of a warning signal for the horrified spectators and sensationalist gawkers to clear the way. Hailey noticed that the arm she held on to felt strange. The skin was warm and bumpy, but there was no time to take a closer look. She desperately wanted to get Aidan out of the VIP room before he could spew on another person’s unaffordable dress.

Out of habit, Hailey headed towards the ladies‘ room and pushed the door wide open. At this point, Aiden’s body was hitching with frequent heaves. His fingers clasped his lips so desperately that his arm was quivering. Two women in very short and very sparkly dresses spun around as Hailey shoved Aidan towards the stalls.

„Ew, get a room!“, a curly haired brunette protested. Then she recognized the impending disaster and her face fell. „Oh no. No, no, no. I’m out of here.“

At that moment Hailey was tearing up. She just couldn’t help it. Why was everybody so mean? It was bad enough that Aidan had become violently ill, desperately needing help and comfort. Instead, they were treated like repulsive vermin. The other guests probably assumed that Aidan was drunk or high and therefore to blame for his own misery. Or they just didn’t want to be bothered.

„We‘re almost there, hold it in“, Hailey begged as Aidan let out a wet gag. The very next second, he broke free from her grip and plunged towards the toilet stall. Aidan fell on his knees, not caring at all if he would get his white pants dirty on the public restroom floor. Which said a lot about how bad he was feeling. His body jerked with a violent retch, followed by the pattering noise of liquid hitting liquid.

Hailey waited for a sense of relief that Aidan had actually made it to the toilet, but all she felt was gut wrenching dread as the bright overhead lights granted her a better view of Aidan’s arms. His skin was covered in patches of red, slightly raised hives. Feeling like her legs would give in any second, Hailey knelt down beside him and gingerly rubbed his back.

Aidan’s mouth was hanging open, ready to let out more of his regurgitated stomach contents. He was sent into a coughing bout instead. His body was shaken by series of hacks and heaves, not granting him time to catch his breath. Scared that some of his barely digested lunch had been stuck in Aiden‘s throat, Hailey struck him between the shoulder blades several times with her flat hand. Aidan coughed even harsher, then finally something dislodged in his gullet and he spluttered chunks of rice, nori and uncooked fish.

„Yes, get it out, please get it all out“, Hailey encouraged him with a quavering, high-pitched voice. And he did. Once the passage had been unclogged, another gush of brownish fluid followed right away, sprinkling the porcellain bowl with ground up sushi. When the wave was over, Aidan was still wheezing, desperately gasping for air. His face was puffier than usual and while one of his hands held on to the toilet seat, the other one clutched his throat. He still couldn’t breathe properly and his expression left no doubt that he was terrified.

Hailey burst into tears. She knew it only made things worse and she cursed herself for it, but she couldn’t hold it back anymore. At this point, she felt sick to her stomach as well. Overcome with helplessness, she hugged Aidan’s shivering body and pressed her face against his back.

„You have to breathe, please, just breathe“, she sobbed. If only Camila was here, she would know what to do. But Camila was working a night shift, and even if she didn’t, Hailey had left her phone in her bag. If she wanted to fetch it, she had to leave Aidan. What if he would suffocate all alone or lose consciousness and choke on his own vomit or…

A sudden knock disrupted her spiraling thoughts.

„Are you guys okay in there?“ The voice behind the door didn’t sound menacing or judging at all. It was warm and genuinely concerned. „Do you need help?“

„M-maybe.“ Hailey wiped away her tears and a bit of snot. „He… he’s so sick. He can’t stop throwing up and… and… he can barely breathe. I don’t know what to do.“

„Can I come in?“

„Yes, please. The… the door isn’t locked.“ Hailey tried to put on a brave face. She gently patted Aidan’s back as his strained panting turned into retches again. Gladly, the stall was big enough for the stranger to open the door wide enough to fit through the gap. It was one of the women they had startled with their hasty entrance – the one that hadn’t snapped at them. Her silver dress rustled as she slid in.

„What’s wrong with him?“, she asked. Aidan answered with a throaty gag, his head sinking deeper into the bowl. „Oh my. That is bad.“ Without hesitation, the woman removed her hair tie. She swiftly smoothed back Aidan’s hair and secured it into a messy bun. „Priorities, I know.“ She gave Hailey an apologetic smile, then instantly became serious again. „Looks like a severe allergic reaction to me. We should definitely call an ambulance.“

„Did – did I wait too long?“ Hailey’s lip began to tremble again. „I didn’t even think of… I’m so dumb.“

„No, it’s okay, sweetie. You did nothing wrong.“ The stranger gently brushed her cheek. „I’m Daphne. Can you tell me what he ate? That might be important.“

„Sushi. He… he ordered it because of me.“ A new flood of tears blurred Hailey’s vision. She felt guilty, even more so as Aidan winced in pain while he coughed up another thick stream of curdled rice soup. Daphne promptly shoved her hand under his forehead to prevent him from falling into the chunky mess that filled the bowl. „But… I don’t understand… he has eaten sushi before and he never got sick.“

„I think you can develop a food allergy as an adult. Can you hold up his head?“

Hailey nodded and carefully secured Aidan’s face over the toilet while he vomited again.

„You’ll be fine, I’m here, just let it out, it’s gonna be alright“, she soothed both him and herself. Meanwhile, Daphne had dug her phone out of her bag and called 911. She explained the situation brief, yet concisely.

„They’re on their way“, Daphne assured after hanging up. She began to stroke both Aidan’s back and Hailey’s arm. „It won’t take long, they say it’s probably anaphylaxis.“

Hailey had no idea what that meant and she didn’t dare to ask. She huddled up against Aidan as closely as possible while still supporting his exhausted body. As long as she felt his tensing, quivering muscles, his strained gasps, even his painful retches, she knew that he was alive. And he would be okay. He had to be okay.

It barely took the ambulance five minutes to arrive – thanks to the downtown location, probably –, but it still felt like an eternity to Hailey. Then the flow of time shifted dramatically and everything happened all at once. As soon as they heard the paramedics rush in, Daphne helped Hailey to straighten up Aidan and drag him to the side so they could fully open the toilet stall door. Three EMTs moved Aidan out of the confined area, checked his pulse and airways, then got out something that looked like a tube of glue at first glance. They firmly jabbed it against Aidan’s outer thigh.

„…breathing, but unresponsive“, was the only thing Hailey heard over the static that filled her head. Two men lifted Aidan on a stretcher and secured him in the recovery position.

„Can… can I stay with him?“ In a frenzy, Hailey got back on her heels, almost losing one of them in the process. The thought of leaving Aidan alone, not knowing if he would be alright, sent an immediate rush of panic through her nervous system.

„You can ride on the passenger seat, might be helpful for further questions. But you have to remain calm. Don’t worry, we will take good care of him now.“

„Let’s get your bags while they carry him to the ambulance“, Daphne reminded Hailey. She nodded, then hurried back to the main area on wobbly legs. The fear of running into the angry dancefloor lady crossed her mind, but gratefully, they made it out of the club unscathed. Before Hailey entered the front cabin, she gave Daphne a firm hug.

„Thank you so much. I… I couldn’t have done this without you.“

„You did great. Take care, I hope he will get well soon.“ After one more encouraging pat on Hailey’s shoulder, Daphne stepped back to let the blonde climb into the ambulance. Hailey was still shaking, her perception blurred behind a hazy curtain. The sequins on her dress rattled softly as the car headed off into the night.

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Hailey did her best to navigate through her foggy mind as she answered the hospital staff’s questions and recounted the events as detailed as possible. When she was finally allowed into Aidan’s room, he still looked absolutely drained, but at least he was awake and alert again. A clear liquid dripped through an IV tube straight into the back of his hand. His lips curled into a tired smile as his gaze fell on Hailey.

„I thought our party night could use a little more excitement“, he rasped, „and I really wanted to keep our puking tradition alive.“

„How… are you feeling?“, Hailey asked cautiously.

„Better. Much better, actually.“ Aidan‘s fingers rubbed the rash covering his arm. „I know, I probably don’t look that way and it’s hard not to scratch. Other than that, I am fine, I just need to carry an epipen with me from now on.“

For a moment, Hailey stood motionless at his bedside. She swallowed heavily, trying to hold herself together, but she ultimately failed to stop her eyes from overflowing with tears. Sinking down on the mattress, she threw her arms around Aidan’s neck and pressed her face against his shoulder.

„Sorry, I’m so sorry“, she sobbed. Aidan pulled her into a tight embrace, stroking her hair.

„Wait, what are you apologizing for? You did everything to help me. You took care of me the entire time, heck, you even defended me against that raging woman.“

„But… but… you ordered that sushi because I like it, and then… I should have called a doctor earlier, I.. I just… couldn’t think.“

„There was no way you could have known this.“ Aidan placed a gentle kiss on the back of Hailey’s head. „I didn’t know. Doctor said it happens sometimes, your body is perfectly fine with some foods and then, boom, allergy overkill. Could have been the fish, the soy sauce, even the sesame, they don’t know yet. But they treated me in time and I’m so grateful that you stayed with me, I really, really am.“

„O-okay.“ Hailey hadn’t expected she would ever be so relieved to simply feel Aidan‘s chest rising and falling with a steady breath. „I just hope no one in the club gave the girl you threw up on your name and adress. She said her dress was crazy expensive.“

„Don’t worry, it won’t be anything I can’t afford“, Aidan calmed her down. Then, all of a sudden, he broke into a chuckle. „And, let’s be real – that dress was hideous anyways.“

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The ear-ringingly loud cymbal crash is Benji’s fault. Sorta.

A new tech is filling in for somebody that Benji actually trusted with the kit. Except that somebody fucks up, gets Mouse blushing with shame when her bass pulls feedback hard during their encore number. Bad cable, user error. Not Mouse’s fault, but there are loud jeers from the crowd. Loud enough that she cries later. 

Benji doesn’t witness her cry. Nobody does. Mouse sets her face in a deadly, lax sort of expression and carries on as best she can for the remainder of the song. When he sees her next, she’s sitting on the couch backstage with her temple on Matilda’s arm, and it looks like she’d just gone for a smoke. 

But it’s not been a smoke, because it’s a cry, and Benji knows that because Matilda fucking rampages. She confronts the tech (loudly), she calls up her mum, she calls up Bunny, calls the label, she speaks to Happy in hushed, angry tones outside the bus before they pack up for the night, and then — 

Then the tech’s gone the next morning. Only tech who knew Benji’s kit as well as he did, which is unfortunate, yeah. But he’d made Mouse cry. So. 

Good fucking riddance.

The replacement is last minute. A friend of Matilda’s from some engineering group. Benji can’t remember the specifics or even her name, but Matilda trusts her and that is enough for him.

She’s nice and a bit shy, which is strange considering her shock of blue hair. But not slow whatsoever. Quick to jump where she is needed as they all scramble to adjust roles. She’s effective. Benji likes her.

Unfortunately, she just doesn’t know that the washer on that particular cymbal is loose the top. Had been, since he bought the set. 

She looks close to tears when it happens, frozen in place because so many people jump and turn to stare. The attention, Benji thinks, is what does it. 

The steps up to the kit, shadowing her from the harsh stage lights and prying eyes. He picks up the disc and waves it about. 

You’ve got to turn it like this to keep it tight. No worries, forgot to let you know. We’ll fix it up.

Can’t fault her for it.

The edge of the cymbal is bent, unplayable because he’s particular about sound. Bent, which fucking blows this far into a sound check, this close to a big city show and down one key tech, but it’s manageable. They can manage. They’ve done nothing but manage until recently, it feels like. Early years were full of this kind of shit and worse —  he or Lark scrambling to make something work just in the nick of time. 

They can get a replacement. 

What Benji feels, very strangely, like they can’t replace — 

So, the cymbal crashes to the ground. And he’s busy getting everything sorted, sending somebody off for a spare, but when he looks up…

When he looks up, as he often does, to find Xavier near the part of the stage that is Xavier’s, he’s not there. Neither perched on one of the stereos soon to be swatted off by Matilda or laying on the edge with his feet dangling off, listening to something in his headphones.

Benji frowns, and then glances at the red exit sign stage-left. 

*

He kinda seems a state when Benji locates him.

 You have to be one, to find a dank little alley behind a music venue a place nice enough to clear a head. There’s a pile of rubbish near the mouth of it, puddles in the silty, broken-up concrete beneath Benji’s boots. Xavier crouches on a cinderblock, half-shaded by the cut of a neighboring building. His hair looks insanely vibrant in the sunlight; ruddy, sun-gilded. Benji’s never seen that color before.

He hesitates on the approach, heart picking up. Rubs his palms on his thighs — stops when the security guard glances up, and tucks them into his pockets instead. Their eyes meet. Benji swallows. 

“Sorry. ‘Tilda sent me,” he lies. Fits himself on another block a foot away, jacket scraping against the brick as he settles back. 

“Dunno how you deal.” Benji says, shaking his head slightly and gesturing behind them. “With this.”

Xavier stiffens, and Benji has the distinct recognition is probably a dangerous movement from a guy like him. He drops his cheek to his shoulder and regards him. Slouched yet poised. His hand, the one with four blacked squares inked to the base of long fingers, is flexing and unfurling over his knee. 

“All this?” Xavier repeats slowly as Benji fights a fresh pack. It’s a soft one and he swears under his breath (embarrassed at fumbling?) then licks his thumb to get a better grip on the edge, tears it, and taps the bottom. One slips out onto the ground straight into a puddle. The next comes smoothly out into his palm.

“Concerts. Loud as fuck, and all the bodies?” He lights the cigarette between his teeth, works it until it starts. He can’t look at Xavier for some reason, so he carefully assesses a peeling tear in the toe of his Docs while he takes a drag and lets out the smoke. 

Still not looking as he bends his elbow into Xavier’s space. Offering — handing it over. 

Xavier looks down at it, then back at Benji.

Takes it. 

“My best mate, Maran, he’s got this nasty scar on his back.” Benji twists at the waist and draws a similar line up his side with a thumb, still looking at the ground. “Nasty. And Maran’s been out, hm, ‘bout three years now? People always think it’s from that.” Benji peeks over at Xavier from the corner of his eye. Gauging. Continues: “From that. ‘Cuz, y’know. Maran is…” he gestures behind them again.

Similar. He doesn’t say. Like you. He also doesn’t, because Xavier is a stranger, still. He’s not gonna presume, even if the signs have been staked in the center of the road and are flashing neon.

 He’d fucking jump and run from the crash, too. Scared everybody, but I bet yours is a different sort than our little snap of shock, isn’t it? Ours fades real quick. Laugh after, like ha-ha. Aren’t we silly, getting scared by something that small? Bet it’s not small to you. 

Maran’s voice in his head: Feels like the whole fuckin’ worlds, right then. You’re just back in that one instead, and it is everything. All around. Yanks you away like somebody’s got a fist on this… this cable in your head. They yank it. Then you’re — back — however fuckin’ long later…and you don’t stop shaking for awhile after that, either.

Xavier, beside him, is rigid. Shoulders square and steady. Sometimes, when Benji watches him, he’d shift to hold his arms behind his back. Chest out, one wrist cupped in the fingers of his other hand.

Solider mode, Mar. Pat up his friend’s back.

Fuck. Thanks. A ruffle of his hair, fingers shaking.

“Anyway.”

After a space of silence: “What’s the scar from?” He sighs. “Sorry, if it’s personal.”

Benji snorts, drops his head back and stares up at the gray, cloudy sky. Gonna rain, maybe soon.

 “We snuck into this big warehouse out on the wharf. Midnight, maybe later. Well off curfew.” He wrinkles his nose. “Fuck’s sake, we musta been…oh, shit. Fourteen?” Benji lifts his hands, fingers spread: set the stage. “Junk everywhere. Needles, probably, y’know. Gross. And there’s this big pile of stuff up in the catwalk on some shelves, yeah? Maran goes — fuck, this pisser — he goes, Benj, think there’s weird shit? Bet there’s some fuckin’ wank mags in there.”

Xavier finishes off the cigarette and flicks it, chuckling. “Were there?”

“Dunno.” Benji drops his chin, turns towards him. Looks, looks away. “We, uh. Well. Uh, Maran tried to climb up. Fell, fuckin’ loon. Took a spill. And he landed on this bit of sheet metal, I s’pose. Rusty.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“Yeah. And he’s — he’s Maran, right, so he’s laughing. Lookin’ paler and paler, because he’s bleeding. But he’s laughing, too —  and I’m losing my head, mate, because it’s real disgusting. It is bad. Might have…” he shakes his head. “Gotten something vital. But he’s laughin’ and going Benji. Oh, shit. Bet this is gonna look sick.”

He will have that mental image of Maran laying in gritty, tide-soaked dirt in that warehouse forever. Blood mixing into silt, the most red he’s ever seen. Maran had not been the one sobbing. Benji’s hands had hovered over the jagged edge of flesh, shaking, because he hadn’t known what to do. 

Benj, mate, I love you, but fuckin’ call after ‘em now, yeah? Don’t wanna die a virgin. 

Sometimes, it is a very difficult story to tell. Sometimes he thinks of the color draining out of that freckled olive brown face, thinks about how pale and shadow-rimmed Maran’s eyes had been. Then, and later. Coming back with deeper thins than sheet metal could tear. Spills that made Benji’s hands shake to think about. Wounds that Benji didn’t know what to do with, either.

“I bet it does,” Xavier offers. “Plus he has a story to tell.” 

“He’s shit at telling stories,” Benji huffs out a laugh and sobers.

He thinks: that picture on Matilda’s phone. Three kids, same smiles, same eyes. The picture on her mum’s mantle that she couldn’t make eye contact with. A cherubic face, golden curls, pressed uniform, white hat. The urn next to it. Stories.

“Matilda gets it too, so. She — anyway. We get it. So if anybody doesn’t,” Benji lifts his brows, punctuating that. “You let either of us know. I know Lark’s your guy, but sometimes he’s nice and too soft.”

We’re not, is left unspoken.

And. And Benji wedges himself close until their shoulders touch, until Xavier goes stiff once more. Except this time, Benji can feel it. He gets an arm around Xavier’s (broad, defined) shoulders and squeezes. Not quite a hug, because it’s fast. Benji does it and immediately jumps to his feet.

“Might not look like it sometimes, but we take care of each other.” He shrugs. “And you’re Lark’s. So, ours too.” Benji backs away, gaze focused on the slice of sunlight across his head instead of his eyes — hard to look at. 

“Okay,” Xavier agrees, voice tight. Maybe with emotion. He can’t tell.

Benji slips back through the exist door. And he smacks his fists repeatedly, rhythmically together on the walk back to stage, starts stretching them out as he bounds the steps two at a time. 

Shouldn’t have done that, he chides. Opened your mouth. In the fucking guy’s space like that. Shouldn’t have fucking touched him.

The new cymbal is already on the kit. Washer’s tight, and the disc is shiny. New, brassy yellow instead of tarnished gold.

 Benji frowns, and he hits it a bit harder than usual during the next check. Gotta break it in.

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