#hiding rocco

[my313]

instagram bf!beomgyu 🐻📷

now playing 𝄞₊⊹ love - rocco

⋆ pairing: bf!beomgyu x f!reader

⋆ warnings/themes: fluff, pda, paris trip w gyu, has some insta story pics, suggestive at the end but not rly?, i love writing cute whipped men beomgyu will not be exempt!!!!

a/n: only a few days until cb!! so have this hehe <3 been thinking abt it since he opened his insta acc .. and the amount of pics hes taken for user page.soobin!!! me 🤝 beomu photographer agenda

your friends compliment how well your paris pictures turned out, gushing about how they can tell you’re glowing even through their phone screens. one of them even asks how you smile so genuinely. your colleague asks how your candids look picture-perfect, as if the sun knew when to kiss your skin, or when the moon illuminated the swell of your cheeks, and especially as if the camera just knew when to shoot.

there is no magic to your pictures, but you have something — rather, someone — quite close.

your boyfriend of many years, choi beomgyu, had always had a knack for making things appear more beautiful in his capable, calloused hands. though, if he heard you now, he’d give you a scolding, “the camera just captures your beauty. it’s not any of my doing, babe.”

maybe that’s a half-truth, but you know that your boyfriend definitely works his magic on you.

because when beomgyu has a lens in his hold, be it your phone or an ebay-bought digicam; it’s his love for you that carries. every frame that manages to reach yours or his instagram following, even the ones tucked safely behind your phone case and in his wallet.

it’s all a culmination of beomgyu’s lovestruck gaze, his animated attempts of hyping you up, the jokes you pass back and forth, and the utter adoration you have for him.

you vividly remember the night you and beomgyu aimlessly strolled around paris. the streets would appear dull to many, but you and beomgyu could make any city an enamoring experience with your uncontrollable fits of laughter, mischievous giggles, and the comical sway of your clasped hands back and forth.

like most tourists, you end up by the eiffel tower.

when beomgyu unclasps your hands to paw at the lens cover of his camera, you laugh. “isn’t it illegal to take pictures here at night?”

he moves the camera to his face, trying to look through the viewfinder with one eye shut. “you know what’s illegal, baby?” he redirects his gaze to your unassuming face, the camera moved to the side.

“hm?” your head tilts, genuinely curious.

beomgyu bites down on his lip to hide the growing smile he always can’t seem to control when you’re at mercy to his foolishness. one of the things he loves about you is the way you’re simultaneously gullible and quick enough to join the banter he sets up.

his index finger positions itself on the button readily, shifting back to cameraman mode with the chunky piece of technology blocking out his face.

“to not take photos of my gorgeous, most prettiest, scrumptious, girlfriend that i can frame and put up everywhere.” click.

you stare at him, dumbfounded. even more confused by the click of his camera. you don’t hear it again until seconds later when you throw your head back to let out a boisterous laugh; the ridiculous kind that only beomgyu loves and other tourists hate. click.

when your face is back in the viewfinder, beomgyu shoots again. it feels as though the lens is brought to a new life when you’re the muse, because beomgyu’s rose-coloured gaze shifts the world the camera sees through a pinkish filter — one with hearts and sparkles everywhere. all because of you.

the warmly-lit eiffel tower shies in comparison to the warmth of the grin etched on your lips, cheeks about to burst. click. click. click. one more with flash.

beomgyu makes a halt, capping the lens and slinging the camera over his neck again. you’re calming down from your laughing fit, but you still clutch at your stomach breathlessly. beomgyu takes this as a chance to walk over and take you into his arms.

he nestles you into him, letting you rest your head on his chest like you were too shy to look up at him. a chaste kiss to your forehead prompts you to look up at beomgyu. he smiles fondly at you, “wanna see the photos?”

you grumble, falling back into his chest. his hearty laugh makes you feel the vibrations, and you can’t picture being with anyone else in this lifetime or the next. “i guess…”

he lets you pull away, but only so far. beomgyu’s arms never stray too far, especially when he’s not holding your hand. he wraps an arm around your waist and huddles you in, like showing you these candid pictures of you laughing at his nth stupid joke was some top secret.

“this one’s gonna be a banger, babe…” he scrolls through the camera’s memory roll. “credit me when you post, okay?” he pouts at you.

you roll your eyes, more dotingly than in irritation. “clout chaser…”

“nooo..” he whines.

“i just want people to see who’s behind the camera, making you laugh, seeing you at your most beautiful.” beomgyu’s shift from teasing to sentimental has you cooing. you can’t help but give him a little head pat, one of his favourite forms of affection. like a puppy.

you nod, laughing along. “don’t worry, everyone knows. but i’ll do it for you, my struggling artist~”

“i won’t be struggling anymore if you gimme kiss,” back to taking jabs. his lips are in a pout and you’re tempted to pinch them with your fingers, knowing he’ll grumble cutely.

“c’mon, it’s commission for the photos. good deal, right?”

you peck his lips multiple times, then one on either side of his cheek. by the time you finish, he looks like a smiling fool. you poke at his whisker dimples while your other hand holds his hand.

“i’ll give you an even better payment if we go back to the hotel now. what d’you think, pretty boy?”

beomgyu has never walked that fast in his life.

#from.313 #313.softhours #313.beomgyu #beomgyu fluff #choi beomgyu x reader #beomgyu x reader #txt x reader #txt fluff #beomgyu soft thoughts #beomgyu soft hours #txt soft thoughts #txt soft hours

[chiiyuuvv]

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💿 = full length 📀 = drabble 💽 = soft thought/hour 📳 = texts 💾 = request 🎉 = birthday 📟 = suggestive 🎧 = personal fav ⭐ = a hit (over 75 notes) 📌 = headcanons

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🎤 IMAGINES

🎬 kim minjae

▶️ car drive 💿

bestfriend!minjae takes you out for a drive after noticing how cooped up you are in your room studying for exams

▶️ astraphobia 📀💾

boyfriend!minjae comforts you during a storm

▶️ walk home 📀💽

classmate!minjae decides to take you home against your will

▶️ ramen 📀💾

you pick a fight with stranger!minjae over a new flavor of ramen

▶️ comfort 📀💽💾

anon has a dream where bestfriend!minjae comforts them after being diagnosed with bpd

▶️ photo booth 📀💾

boyfriend!minjae feels like he's just fallen in love all over again when taking silly couples pictures with you

▶️ sakura 📀🎉

it's like nature was responsible for you meeting stranger/boyfriend!minjae

🎬 park junmin

▶️ sick 📀

boyfriend!junmin makes you breakfast after discovering you woke up with a fever

▶️ jealousy 💿💾

classmate!junmin gets jealous when he finds you talking to someone else

▶️ birthday present 📀 dash of angst! also my birthdayy

you get a life sized teddy bear for your birthday

🎬 choi sumin

▶️ the street rapper 💿

you make friends with stranger!sumin when purchasing new paint

▶️ get up 📀💾

you learn that giving a kiss to boyfriend!sumin makes him want to leap out of his chair

▶️ fever 📀💾

you learn that boyfriend!sumin has developed a fever during his sleep

▶️ sugar rush ride 📀💾

boyfriend!sumin watches you go crazy after giving you a bucket full of cotton candy

▶️ massage 💿

bestfriend!sumin gives you a massage after you slept weird during your sleepover

▶️ his perfect world 📀🎉

you take boyfriend!sumin to your house and vise versa

🎬 ham jinsik

▶️ music Dat- Park 💿💾

bestfriend!jinsik confesses to you through song

▶️ feels like a dream 📀💽

inspired by rocco's song, feels like a dream

▶️ the claw of success 📀💾

classmate!jinsik helps you get that plushie that you've always wanted, but under one condition

🎬 choi hyunwoo

▶️ movie 💿 first ever post!

you run into stranger!hyunwoo, who so happens to have the same movie taste as you

▶️ lunging in love 📀💾

you fight over bestfriend!hyunwoo for the controller

▶️ sleeping 📀💽⭐

bestfriend/boyfriend!hyunwoo has a history of hitting milestones when you're asleep

🎬 kim junghoon

▶️ "..I'll just have to kiss you." 📀💾

childhoodbestie!junghoon convinces you that he's okay with his newformed scratch

▶️ concert confession 📀💾

friend!junghoon confesses his love for you on stage

▶️ workout 📀💽

you help out boyfriend!junghoon as he's working out

▶️ cinema 📀💾

boyfriend!junghoon comforts you during a sad movie

▶️ why so jealous? 📀💾📟⭐

you're jealous about boyfriend!junghoon's new video, and he isn't sure why

🎬 park seeun

▶️ pranks 💿

you decide to get your revenge on bestfriend!seeun after he pranks you

▶️ wake 📀💾

boyfriend!seeun doesnt want you to leave the bed after his exhausting practice

▶️ convenient store 💿💾

bestfriend!seeun drags you out to the convenient store

▶️ truth or dare 💿🎧 not mine!

bestfriend!seeun gets red at the thought of you looking through his phone **note this is written by @lil-elle! it was originally my thought but handed over to her. Her writing really gave my idea justice, and im so in love with it &lt;3

▶️ wet kisses 📀💾📟

you refuse to give boyfriend!seeun his kisses after he misses dinner

🎬 jung yujun

▶️ library 💿🎉

classmate!yujun builds up the courage to talk to you

▶️ kdrama and kisses 📀🎉

boyfriend!yujun scolds you for staying up too late

▶️ academic rivals 💿💾

academicenemy!yujun isn't jealous when you won the award.. he's jealous about something else

▶️ no need to hide 📀💾

idol!yujun is relieved when his fans enjoy your presence

▶️ chapstick and kisses 📀💽

boyfriend!yujun lends you with kisses when you run out of chapstick

🎬 hunter

▶️ picnic 💿🎧

bestfriend!hunter decides to take you out for a picnic

▶️ kissable 📀 very first request!

you do a tiktok challenge with boyfriend!hunter

▶️ shooting star 📀💾

you learn something new about the stars with boyfriend!hunter

▶️ period 📀💾⭐

boyfriend!hunter comforts you while you're on your period

▶️ paris in the rain 💿🎉🎧

bestfriend!hunter takes you to his hometown to celebrate his birthday

▶️ clingy 📀🎉

boyfriend!hunter gets clingy

▶️ kissy 📀📟⭐

boyfriend!hunter gets kissy

▶️ imagine if we were dating 📀💽🎧

bestfriend!hunter demonstrates what he would do if he was your boyfriend

▶️ snowy bomb 💿💾

bestfriend!hunter gets worried when he hears something exploding on your side of the phone

▶️ christmas presents 📀 from tiny event!

you awake to find boyfriend!hunter decorating your christmas tree

▶️ rainy kisses 📀💾

you unknowingly comfort boyfriend!hunter

▶️ taking the extra step 💿💾🎧

you dance with childhoodbestie!hunter at prom

▶️ "my sunshine" 💿💾

classmate!friend!hunter cheers you out of your sad mood

▶️ hunter thoughts 📀📌

🎬 lee yechan

thank you @yzerpoz for finding my two works!

▶️ sleepover 💿

you play a series of truth or dares with bestfriend!yechan

▶️ cut 📀💾 mentions of blood

boyfriend!yechan nurses your bloody finger

▶️ realization 💿⭐

bestfriend!yechan realizes that he's been hiding his true feelings for you

▶️ arcade 💿🎉

you decide to play a few games with stranger!yechan

▶️ strawberries and kisses 📀🎉

you sneak into the kitchen with boyfriend!yechan to get a handful of strawberries and kisses

▶️ true 💿💾 based off of descendants headcanons

you meet the stranger/bestfriend!yechan that encourages you to audition

🎧 HEADCANONS

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#xikers #xikers fluff #xikers drabbles #xikers imagines #xikers fanfic #xikers fanfiction #xikers x reader #xikers scenarios #xikers soft thoughts #xikers soft hours #xikers headcanons #xikers reactions

[ccawz]

moments III

a/n: love edition. written while listening to songs from my love playlist, I’ll list the songs with the respective fic.

ot8! x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned) 983 word count

warnings: not proofread & written while half asleep. established relationships. I wrote w braces seungmin in mind.food mentions in Felix, Han, and Jeongin’s.

so tender – say sue me

Chan’s eyes flutter open at the faint feeling of something gliding along his face, smiling when he first sees you.

“What are you doing?” He mumbles, stretching the sleep from his body as he turns to face you. “How long have you been awake for?” He discards his last question, curious about how long it’s been.

You draw out a hum, then shake your head. “Not that long.”

“You didn’t sleep at all, did you?” You scoff, sputtering as you try to make excuses, stumbling over your sentences on how you ‘so totally got sleep.’ Chan doesn’t even listen to you as you try to defend yourself, looping his arm around your neck to pull you into him.

“We’re sleeping all day today.” He murmurs, grunting when you try to pry yourself out of his hold. “Baby, you need to rest. You hypocrite.” A loud gasp comes from you that makes him regret his words.

I don’t wanna be okay without you – Charlie burg

“What are you thinking about?” Minho asks abruptly, in the middle of a spoonful of soup, and you watch as it drips down his chin with a grimace.

“Thinking of you.” You say, smiling when he laughs. “I only ever think of you.”

He hums, looking directly into the camera when you hold it closer to your face. “Give me a kiss.”

“Through the phone?” You’d asked, surprised by his request. He hums, turning his head to the side so his cheek is on display for you. Minho watches you pucker your lips before pressing them close to the screen —he doubts you’d actually kiss your screen— and smiles at the thought of you doing that only for his sake.

l-o-v-e – rocco

“Do you want to dance?”

Your eyes trail up from the hand presented to you to the bashful smile on Changbin’s face as he looks at you with hopeful eyes. “With you? Always.”

He hides a grin as he pulls you up, lacing his fingers with yours while he leads you to the dance floor. The song is slow. Changbin thinks he could get away with swaying, but then you lift your hand above his head and ask him to twirl.

He complies because it’s you. And he’d do anything to see that smile on your face and that quiet laugh you only let out around him.

right side of my neck – Faye Webster

“Did you get home safe?”

Hyunjin giggles from the other side of the phone, turning around to see you still sitting under the tree, right where he’d just left. “We just said goodbye.”

A smile takes over your face at the sound of his amusement, looking in his direction, heart warming at the sight of his smile. Even from afar, when he was just a tiny figure amongst others, he stood out to you in a way you couldn’t explain.

“I miss you already.”

He laughs again. You wish you could hear it over and over again. “I miss you too.” He’d turned away by then, but your eyes remained focused on him even when he disappeared from your sight.

nothing – Bruno major

Jisung shuffles into your apartment with a blanket over his shoulders and melts into your embrace the second you open your arms for him.

“Missed you.” He mumbles, words muffled by the cloth of his hoodie against his mouth. He doesn’t even point out that you’re wearing his clothes. He just basks in the moment with you. “Let’s just stand here.”

You hum, sliding your fingers under his beanie to twist strands of his hair. “How about the warm bed waiting for us in my room instead?” He hums, smiling slowly when you pull him in.

what would I do? – strawberry guy

You realized shortly that whenever you were in Felix’s presence, everything seemed brighter and hopeful. He was the sun's one and only rival.

“Did I do something funny?” Felix asks, looking at you with curious eyes. There’s a sparkle in them. Of course there is. “You’re smiling a lot when I cracked an egg.”

You hum, nodding towards his hands. “Yeah, but you did it one-handed.” He laughs softly, shaking his head at your answer.

You wonder what you would do without him. But the feeling of never wanting to find out clouds all of it because Felix was one of the only things making your life better.

everyone adores you (at least I do) – matt maltese

“Don't hide your smile.” Your fingers wrap gently around Seungmin’s wrist when his hands cover his mouth as he laughs, a frown painted on your lips when he looks down.

“You know I don’t like it.” He looks away when you sigh, he knows you’re tired of hearing that explanation, and you know he’s tired of saying it.

“I know you do, but,” your hands reach to cup his face, Seungmin feels his cheeks warm at the contact. “Everyone adores your smile, especially me. I love seeing how your lips curve. I love the little bands that poke from the side–” he turns away as you speak, groaning when you move his head to face you. “I love your smile. Please don’t hide it from me.”

Seungmin nods, keeping his hands down when he feels a grin starting to form. His eyes crinkle near the edges when you mirror his expression, small giggles leaving him when you kiss the corner of his lips.

lucky love – michael seyer

“Do you hate me?”

You let out an exasperated sigh. Jeongin can’t help but feel a twinge of pain from your bluntness. “Jeongin, I don’t hate you. I could quite literally never hate you.”

“Even if I told you I don’t believe in true love.”

You nod your head, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, resting your hand against his head. “Even if you confessed to eating my pie.”

“That was Han.” You grumble; Jeongin laughs before tucking his head into your shoulder. “I’m lucky to have you.” He says.

“You are.” He boos at your lack of humbleness, pushing you off him, swatting at you when you try to attach yourself onto him.

#skz x gn reader #stray kids x gender neutral reader #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #bang chan x reader #chan x reader #bangchan x reader #lee know x reader #lee minho x reader #lino x reader #changbin x reader #seo changbin x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x reader #han jisung x reader #lee yongbok x reader #lee felix x reader #seungmin kim x reader #kim seungmin x reader #yang jeongin x reader #jeongin x reader #i.n x reader

[carousel-crows]

In honor of ✨ pride month ✨, have some more domestic icemav headcanons!!!!

i have mentioned it before, but i believe Ice to have slavic origins, either russian or polish. he incorporates a lot of his culture into his cooking and his lifestyle. he introduces his cooking to mav (and little bradley), and if mav wasn't in love then, he fell after that. 

mav and bradley help in the kitchen to learn the dishes and carole is sure to send recipes with bradley every time they watch him. 

when she dies and bradley goes to live with mav permanently, all her recipes are given to him. it's bittersweet for all of them. Bradley is torn between wanting his mother’s cooking and not wanting to miss her. ice and mav want to help him hold onto her, but struggle with accepting that these recipes won't be made by her ever again.

ice loves to spoil mav with gifts. clothes, treats, trinkets. mav didn't really have a lot of stuff to call his own growing up, so getting things that are his, only his, is extremely special. 

despite common belief, mav is not the main mechanic/handyman of the house. sure, he does his own bike repairs, but ice does most of the rest: light fixtures, plumbing, engine repairs, etc. 

tom, on more than one occasion, has quoted a russian proverb casually. it does not make sense to anyone in the room but him. when he tries to explain, it usually only serves to confuse people more. pete tends to tease him about it, but he knows tom’s doing his best.

before meeting tom’s mother formally, pete insisted that tom teach him some russian phrases. tom refuses, saying that pete doesn't need to change to get on his mother's good side.

 pete then hunts down slider, who learned russian for tom. slider sides with ice, but teaches pete a few phrases after he assures slider it's only to show respect.

after carole dies, pete and tom get bradley a therapy dog. Rocco, a pitbull-border collie mix, ends up being helpful to all of them, as well as comforting any visitors who may need it.

the flyboys help out with bradley. going to sports events, birthday parties, even financial support when they can. 

mav and tom rarely sleep in due to military conditioning, but when they're tired enough, they can sleep for up to 14 hours consecutively.

they 100% got a couch with a hide-a-bed. they use it for visitors, party nights, sleepovers, and giant cuddle sessions.

the seriousness of their relationship didn't really set in for pete until Bradley's first day of school. ice was there the whole time, helping him make breakfast, tying bradley's shoes, hugging him goodbye. They were truly this kid’s parental figures. and they loved each other and him

#icemav #baby bradley bradshaw #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #carole bradshaw #ron slider kerner #top gun #'86 flyboys #top gun? more like top gay

[itsbackwoodsbby]

Locker Room Sex

Stephen Curry x Black Fem Reader

A/N: I wrote this for my pleasure. I AM TWENTY, so there is an age difference. I am sorry if you don't like the age gap, but I still am obsessed with this FINE ASS man so don't judge me, judge ya mammy.

Warning: Age Gap! Dirty Talk! Cheating! Swearing! Unprotected Sex!

Summary: You were messaging Steph Curry for a while and then eventually he ghosts you. You were desperately in need to talk to him. For reasons. For answers, on what exactly is going on. You sneak in the Golden State locker room and you definitely get more than answers.

You greeted and told the guys goodbye and goodnight as they left the locker room. He was the only one left in the locker room taking a shower. He turned the shower off and came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. You look at his body. He was very toned for a 35 year old. You bite your lips and start imagining him with the towel dropped.

“Uh… can I help you?” He asks you kind of sternly. You look at him nervously. “Uh yeah. May I get an interview?” He looks at you, “You’re not an actual interviewer.” Reading right through your bullshit. “I’ve heard of ABC, ESPN, and Ballislife. Never have I heard of Big Balls Entertainment.” He reads your fake ass badge your best friend made you.

You swallow hard and you try to come up with a new lie, but you can't. Honestly, you only here to talk to Stephen Curry and possibly even fuck him. But you obviously know the plan is blown, so you walk out. He grabs your arm.

“You know fans can’t be back here either. You can go to jail.” He tells you. You sigh. “I just wanted to see you. You stopped replying to my messages.” He looks at you, “Wait, you’re the girl that I was snapping.” You bite your lips and shake your head before you look down. “And when you stopped texting me, I had to find a way to see you and talk to you.” He starts examining your body as you are talking. “Aye my eyes are up here.” You say sternly. He chuckles, “My bad.” He clears his throat. “Look. I have a wife. I have three kids. I can’t be doing this with you.” You look at him and nod you head. “You’re right. I’m so sorry.” You say as you get up to leave the locker room.

You don’t know why you thought your plan was going to work. You two are 15 years apart. He has a family. You just want him back though. You guys were only talking and sending nudes through Snapchat. It shouldn’t have got this deep as in you sneaking into the Golden State locker room.

A voice comes back to the locker room. It’s Klay. Steph and you run to the shower room and you hide in there as Steph puts on some clean boxers and goes back into the locker room. You listen to their conversation until Klay says he has to go home to see his doggie son, Rocco. He leaves and it’s just you and Steph. You were about to leave and he grabs your arm again.

“Nah. Wait a minute. You can’t leave yet.” He says. You look at him confused, “Maybe we can hook up one time.” He says before caressing your body. “You just said you don’t want to be caught up with me.” You say biting your lip as he squeezes your boobs.

Steph wanted you now. It’s only because he remembered his wife was going for two weeks for a cooking show. The kids were with his parents. So you could be his little cum eater while his wife was away. It wasn’t like Ayesha would care. He can just dispose of you when he got done.

You strip down and go inside the shower room taking your clothes with you. You wanted shower sex and he wanted the same. He smiles at your naked body before you disappear and follows you. He takes his boxers off and pushes you down on your knees.

“You said if you were to see me, you’d suck it.” He smirks. “Do it.”

You start with his tip and slowly lower down an inch. His dick is really big and thick. It’s kind of hard to swallow. You’re a big girl though, so you push through. Eventually you’re damn near eating his dick up.

“My balls need love too.” He says and pushes your head down. You bite your lip before you start sucking on his balls. He smiles and groans even more. You smile knowing you're doing a good job. “Fuck, I’m going to cum.” You go back to sucking and stroking his dick with one hand and massaging his balls with the other and he rolls his eyes in the back of his head. “Fuck, you’re a good at giving head.” He says. “Young ass eater.” He chuckles.

He starts fucking your throat. You start gagging at how rough he is getting with you, but it only motivates him to be rougher with your throat. He hits the back of your throat once and he starts nutting in your throat. You swallow it all. Eventually, he pulls out to see if you did. You smile and stick out your tongue. He smiles.

“Good girl.” He says. You stand up and he admires your wet body. He sucks on your neck and lowers to your nipples. He starts rubbing your clit and he smiles. “You want me to return the favor now or later.” You bite your lips, “Later. I need that dick.” You say.

He picks you up and slides you down his dick. You gasp and hang your mouth open, moaning a sweet note in his ear. He starts thrusting in and out of you. He proceeds to go faster and choke you a bit.

“You take this dick so good, baby girl.” He says groaning in your ear. “And your pussy is so fucking wet.” You whimper. “Ooh shit. You’re so deep. You’re so deep.” He smirks and goes harder. Your legs begin to shake. You’re on the verge of climax already. “Steph. Chill. I’m going to cum.” He chuckles, “Nah. Take it.” He says and goes harder. You try to grip the wall. “Mm, fuck daddy.”

He turns the shower off and heads back to the bench. The steam from the water was making it kind of hard to see. He lays you down with his dick still inside you. He pulls out and starts eating your creamy pussy. You start moaning and gripping the edges. His head game was vicious, it almost made you cum. Then he rams his dick back in roughly. You scream out. He chokes you.

“Chill the fuck out. You can’t be too loud, ma,” He says. You bite your lips. He begins to pound your shit in. “Ooh. Ooh Steph! I told you to chill. I’m going to cum.” He smacks your boobs and goes deeper. “Nah. Say my name.” He groans. “Oh daddy.” You say low. “Loud ma.” He says. “Fuck! Daddy! I’m coming.” You say louder. He chuckles and starts back pounding you. You let out a long moan before creaming his dick up. He looks down, “Yeah. That’s right. Paint this dick.” You cover your face as he starts going deeper. You try to push him away but he just pins your hands above your head.

Suddenly, he starts going faster and faster then you feel his warm liquid fill inside you. He groans in your ear as he does it. He pulls out and watches you leak out both of your juices. He looks down at you as you look at him. The two of you laugh at each other. You sigh and get up.

“Now, I got to shower.” You say and run to the shower. He joins you and you two just shower. You two get dressed and walk out to the parking garage together. He kisses you and rubs all over your body. He practically didn’t want to let go of you. You very slowly break the kiss and giggle. “Chill.” You smile. “You should come with me tonight.” He says. You think about it. You don’t mind but you would rather lay in your own bed tonight. “Nah. I’m going home. Maybe if you need me again, I can stay over.” He smiles, “Ight, lil ma.” You blush and get in your car and he gets in his. He honks his horn as a goodbye and you go to your house.

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[abbysbraids]

Head over heels part 2

Note: this isn’t my best writing but I have to the people what they want , should I add smut in the next part ???

Days after meeting the girls of your dreams you couldn’t stop thinking about her , you needed to see her again your , how could you fall for her not even knowing her name , how could you find her ?

Deciding to take action you get up from bed to find her maybe she’s close to you ? Picking the clothes off the floor and put on some and heading out the door , heading to the coffee shop until you notice her siting in the cafe, can’t help but admire her she’s the most gorgeous woman you’ve seen , she saw you admiring her , a small smerk appear slowly getting up to approach you “ hi pretty girl “ shes so much hotter than you remember looking at her muscles you just want to bite them “ hi remember me “ feeling a boost of confidence “ of course I do how could forget a girl like you “ you feel yourself blushing hard putting your hand in you face in embarrassment “ don’t hide from me sweetheart it’s cute when you get embarrassed “

feeing your shyness take over you

“ what’s you name or should I just call you princess “

“ it’s y/n how about you “ you say

“Abby “ saying it with a sultry voice feeling your knew almost buckle

“ can I have your number “ holy shit did she just ask for you number you could faint “ yeah sure here “

Picking up a random paper and writing your number and handing it to her , watching as her big hands grab the paper it looks small in her hands , she chuckled noticing you stare at her hand “ something on your mind there princess” you snap out of it immediately “ no sorry I just can’t help it , your so fucking hot “ her checks get red laughing in a nerdy cute laugh “thanks y/n I appreciate it “ you smile hard your already in head over heels for her “ how about a library date tomorrow 7 you free? “ hearing her exited squeal makes your heart happy “ I would love too” she smiled showing a bit of her teeth “ how about we get some ice cream “ she says in a confidence voice “ let’s go abby “

you just walk and talk about your life , you found out her dad died at the age 17 she meant the world to him “ shit I’m so sorry Abby you shouldn’t have to go through that “

“ thank you , you know he would have loved you , you kinda reminded me of him “ you stop walking to hug her , leaning her chin on your shoulders kissing her cheek “ he would be so proud of you “ you can see a tear form in her eyes , wiping it always “ he told me that a lot , made sure I never forgot it I’m such a loser for crying I’m sorry “

Inviting her into your embrace not wanting to let her go “ it’s okay silly I love that about you , your so open about your feelings, how about we go to my place I’ll make you some tea and we can chat how does that sound abs”

she chuckled lightly “ amazing let’s go where your place “ waking for a short time you made it your place its a nice apartment , talking your keys out to open your door , guiding Abby to head inside, she looks around eye wide “ it’s so beautiful wow “

“ thanks i decarcerated it myself , sit down I’m gonna grab some snacks “

Hanging her jacket on you front door , you end up falling asleep on the couch she gets a blanket and cover you up wondering how lucky she is to have Meet you .

Playlist🎀

Pink+white-Frank ocean

In the morning- rocco

A big brown dog named bagel-Nep

Moon song -pheobe bridegers

Bags -clairo

( you) on my arms - leith Ross

Kingston-Faye Webster

Beautiful stranger- laufey

20191009 I like her - mac demarco

#the last of us #abby x reader #abby the last of us #abby anderson #abby tlou

[ironychan]

Scary Monsters

@dysphoria-sweatshirt @30spiders @sweatersexual @angrylittlesliceofpizza @writer652

Part 1/? - Rocco’s Closet

Part 2/? - School for Monsters

Part 3/? - The Waternoose Family

Part 4/? - The Terrifying Humans

Part 5/? - Hiding Places

Part 6/? - Nobody’s Fault

Part 7/? - Edge of Disaster

Part 8/? - Caged Monsters

Part 9/? - The Journey Home

Part 10/? - Portorosso

Part 11/? - A New Family

Faustina Visconti was in her early forties, with a tower of bottle-blonde hair and a fondness for bright-coloured dresses and deep red lipstick that made many of the more conservative types in Portorosso look askance at her. Giulia had always found her polite but rather condescending, as if she believed Giulia to be only six or seven years old.

Today was no different, as the woman opened the door and smiled down at her guest. “Why, thank you, Giulia,” she said, taking the box of fish from her. “Have they found your little monster friends yet?”

“Yes, Signora Visconti,” Giulia replied. “They're just fine.” Hopefully, she could finish this interaction quickly, before Harry had time to do anything.

“Oh, that's a relief,” said Signora Visconti.

“Yes, it is,” Giulia nodded. “But I've got lots to do today so I can't really stay and chat. I'll...”

It was too late, however. Harry had heard the woman's voice, and abandoned Ercole to his Vespa. He scuttled up next to Giulia and looked at Faustina hopefully.

“Are you Ercole's mom?” he asked.

Giulia held her breath. How would Signora Visconti react? Would she scream, like several others had done? What would Harry do if she did? Would he finally realize he didn't belong here and needed to go home, like Luca and Alberto said?

“Oh, my goodness!” Faustina exclaimed. “What kind of monster are you?”

She was clearly startled, but she did not use the word monster in a pejorative way. As when she'd referred to Luca and Alberto a moment ago, she seemed to use it the way sea monsters used land monster as an alternative word for human, as a way of describing something that was clearly a person but not like themselves.

“This is Harry Waternoose,” said Giulia, trying not to sigh. “He's the kind of monster that hides in little kids' closets.”

“He is?” asked Faustina with a frown. “When Ercole was little he thought he had a monster in his closet, but he grew out of that.”

“I never had a closet,” said Giulia. “Although one of my friends at school used to think he had a monster under his bed. Are there monsters under beds, too?” she asked Harry.

“Of course not,” he replied, “don't be silly.” Harry directed a sharp-toothed smile at Faustina. “I came here with Luca and Alberto. Alberto told me his dad was terrible, so he found a human to be his new dad. My Dad said he'll never be proud of me, so I decided I also needed new parents. Do you want another son?”

“We... we never considered it,” Faustina admitted. “How old are you, Harry?”

“Eleven,” the little monster replied. “I'm in the sixth grade.”

Faustina nodded. “What do you eat?” she asked.

“Candy,” Harry said immediately.

“He seems to eat whatever we eat,” Giulia said, not about to let Harry get away with that.

Ercole had made sure his Vespa was safe, and now came up the path to see what was going on.

“Giulia said you're the people in town with the most money,” Harry said, “so I figure you can afford to take in another child.” He did his best to look adorable. Giulia was not convinced.

“Oh... I don't know,” said Faustina. “I'd have to talk to Aristide.”

Giulia's mouth fell open. She wasn't actually considering it, was she?

“Could you please?” asked Harry. “I've been staying with Signor Marcovaldo, but they don't have much room and I don't like to be in the way.”

“I will,” Faustina promised. “Ercole, what would you think of having a little brother?”

“You can't be serious, Mamma!” Ercole protested.

“I always did want a big family, but life has a way of intervening,” Faustina said. “He's a rather cute little fellow, isn't he?”

Harry beamed.

“He's not cute,” said Ercole, disgusted. “He's just a bug.”

“Well, bugs need mothers, too,” said Faustina. “Thank you again, Giulia, and Harry, so nice to have met you! Perhaps you could join us for supper tonight, and we can get to know you.”

“I'd love to!” Harry chirped.

Giulia couldn't believe what she was hearing. “Aren't you having guests?” she asked, pointed to the fish she'd just delivered.

“We've got some people coming in from Milano tomorrow,” Faustina told her, “these are lunch with them. Harry is welcome to come tonight.”

Giulia knew she should just be polite, but she couldn't resist poking at the situation like a loose tooth. “I thought you didn't like sea monsters,” she said. Ercole himself certainly didn't, and his parents had always seemed like they considered sea monsters to be sort of less people than they were... although they did tend to treat everybody else in town the same way.

“They're our neighbours, we're supposed to be polite to them now,” Faustina said firmly. “Anyway, this little fellow isn't quite so... fishy... as the rest. Not so slimy.”

Sea monsters were not slimy. Giulia bristled, but Harry beamed.

“You must be joking!” Ercole protested. “Mamma, look at him, we cannot have him at our table! He looks like an entree! Can you even sit in a chair?” he asked Harry, looking dubiously at his many legs.

“We'll find him some cushions or something,” Faustina decided.

Giulia shook her head. “Come on, Harry, we'll let them argue,” she said. “Let's go see if the boys have gotten anything done.”

Harry fell into step beside her, looking smug. “I was starting to think it was gonna be hard to find a new family. What with everybody here being scared of me, including you.”

“Ercole's not scared of you,” Giulia pointed out. “He just doesn't like you.”

“I think his Mom likes me better than him already,” said Harry.

“That's not hard. Even I like you better than him.”

On their way back over the hill, Giulia counted up the extra money she'd made. It was less than she'd hoped – quite a few people had been in too much of a hurry to escape Harry and hadn't given her a tip. She was pondering how she might earn some more when they spotted Luca and Alberto.

The boys were sitting on the porch of the house belonging to the two old sea monster women, Pinuccia and Concetta Aragosta. They were not working. They were drinking lemonade and eating cookies, and Alberto was stroking one of the women's pet cats.

“Working hard, huh, ragazzi?” Giulia called out to them.

“Hey! We're taking a break!” Alberto informed her.

“They said we should have some lunch, and then we can finish weeding the garden,” Luca explained.

“We'll be able to work even harder after we've had a rest,” Alberto agreed.

Concetta Aragosta opened the door and waved to Giulia. “Won't you join us, dear?”

Giulia hopped the low stone wall and headed in. Harry scurried after her, and she wondered if the women would cry out. Scares weren't supposed to be good for older people were they? What if one of them had a heart attack? Fortunately, however, they didn't seem startled at all.

“This must be your friend from that other world,” Concetta observed. “Enrico, wasn't it?”

“Call me Harry,” the monster boy said. Concetta offered her plate of treats, and Harry stuffed a pizzocato in his mouth. “Guess who's going to have dinner with the Visconti family tonight?” he said as he chewed.

“What?” asked Alberto, spitting crumbs – his mouth, too, was full. “Really?”

“Ercole's Mom thinks he's cute,” said Giulia. She took a cooking for herself.

“Lemonade?” asked Concetta.

Giulia nodded, and made a point of swallowing before she spoke aloud. “Si, grazie.”

“Me, too!” said Harry.

Alberto swallowed his mouthful. “What does Ercole think of this? Or has he met him yet?”

“They've met,” said Giulia.

“He's no problem,” said Harry firmly. He found a padded basket that had been set out for the cats, tipped a sleeping animal out of it, and settled down inside. The orange cat made a startled noise and looked around, not sure what had just happened to it. It turned in a circle, then seemed to forget the whole thing and sat down to wash its face.

“You must not have met him for very long,” said Luca dubiously.

“I can handle him.” Harry was confident.

-

Back at the Pescheria that evening, the kids counted up the money they'd earned. It was enough for two children's tickets, or one adult. If all three were going, they would need more,

“You really want to go on the train, Mom?” Luca tried. “I thought you didn't like things that moved.”

Daniela had never been on a train. She'd ridden in a car exactly once and had felt ill the whole time, but apparently she could not be budged. “I've talked it over with Helena,” she said, “and we've both agreed that you're not going back there without a grownup. She has things to do, so I have volunteered.”

Luca nodded glumly. “Then we're gonna need more money.”

“Maybe we need to check out some of the shipwrecks,” Alberto suggested. “There might be something down there we could still sell.” Most possible salvage had been cleaned out by him and his father over the past ten years, but they couldn't have found everything.

“Or we just need to do another day of work,” sighed Giulia.

Luca shook his head. “The longer it takes, the more likely something awful happens to Louise and the others.”

A clattering on the stairs made them raise their heads. Harry was not built for human-sized stairs, and the ones in the house above the Pescheria were particular steep. He'd nearly slipped, and had finally settled on descending them backwards. The kids watched as he made his way down step by step, and then strutted up to them. Helen had put his sailor suit through the laundry, so it was now clean and white and newly-pressed.

“I'm off to dinner with the Visconti family!” he said cheerfully.

“Good luck with that,” said Alberto.

“Thank you,” Harry replied, smug. He headed out. “I'll be back later, unless they decide to keep me.”

The door closed behind him.

“He's really serious about this,” Daniela observed.

“He is,” agreed Luca, grimacing. “What if they do keep him?”

“They won't,” said Alberto.

“They might,” Giulia warned. “I told you, Ercole's mom thought he was cute, and he was very polite to her. He might pull it off.”

Alberto shrugged. “Then let them have him. He and Ercole deserve each other.”

“That's a really bad idea,” said Luca. “He's not gonna be so cute anymore when he gets older. What if he grows up to be huge and venomous like his dad? He won't fit through doors.”

“I told him about Ercole's reign of terror and he didn't sound like he was worried about it at all,” Giulia said. “He kept saying he would have this town in the palm of hand.”

The boys considered that. Ercole had been bad enough. The idea of somebody taking up a similar type of bullying, while that someone also had sharp teeth and many legs and might grow to be seven or eight feet tall... that didn't bear thinking about.

“There's no way,” Alberto decided. “Once they actually get to know him, they'll realize he's kind of a jerk, and after the way Ercole turned out they won't want another one of those.”

“And he won't want anybody else adopting him because he thinks we're all peasants,” said Giulia with a scowl.

Luca could only hope they were right.

Daniela had other concerns. “How are you going to get into this museum?” she asked, and nodded across the table at Giulia's mother. “Helena said it wasn't open.”

“Not to the public,” said Helena, “but they're doing restoration work, so people are going in and out all the time. The security guards know me,” she added. “Like I said, I've been in there working on the frescoes before. They'd probably let me in.”

“What about the rest of us?” asked Luca.

“Daniela can come with me if I say she's my assistant, but I don't know about you.” Helena pursed her lips, thinking about it. “They won't want children running around.”

“Unless we're there for school!” Luca suggested. “What if we tell them we're doing a school project on the history of the building?”

“It's summer,” Giulia protested.

“But we go back in a couple of months,” said Luca. “I heard some of the older kids get assigned summer projects. Maybe they'll believe we did, too!”

“That might work, but not if it's a surprise,” Helena decided. “I'd have to give them some warning. And now are we going to get Harry in? They probably won't let me take the pram.”

“Do you have something you bring supplies in?” Giulia asked. “Maybe we can hide him in a cart or something.”

“Then there's the question of staying in,” Helena went on. “You'll need to be there at night, because you said when it's night here it's daytime in the monster world. They like to get everybody out by sunset, and they patrol the place at night so they won't have squatters.”

“We'll have to be very careful,” said Luca.

As well as insisting that she accompany the kids, Daniela was also firm about Luca coming back to the house in the bay to have dinner with his family. He grudgingly did so, but afterwards hurried right up onto the land again to talk to his friends. He looked very worried when he did.

“Mom keeps trying to talk me out of it,” he said miserably, sitting in the treehouse between Alberto and Giulia. “She keeps saying that what happened to Louise and Curtis and Sullivan isn't our responsibility, and it's Louise's fault for dragging us out of Rocco's closet in the first place.” He leaned on his knees, face in his hands. “And maybe she's right, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't try to help! They wouldn't be in all this trouble if Harry hadn't slammed the door on them!”

“We could just sneak away without her,” Alberto suggested.

“No way. She'd be so mad,” said Luca. “She'd send me to the Deep, or at least never let me go back to school again.” He sighed heavily. “Where's Harry? Is he still at Ercole's?”

“I guess so,” said Giulia with a shrug. He was taking an awfully long time about it, wasn't he?

“I wonder how dinner went.” Alberto snickered as he pictured it. “Him and Ercole probably fought the whole time. They're too much the same to get along.”

That was when the door in the yard below them opened, and Massimo leaned out of it to look up at them. “Bambini,” he said, “Signora Marsigliese says you have a telephone call.”

“What? All of us?” asked Albert, startled. The only time anyone ever asked for him on the telephone was when Luca and Giulia called from school.

“Yes,” said Massimo.

The kids exchanged some confused looks, then climbed down the ladder to meet Signora Marsigliese, who was at the front door. “It's your friend the crab,” she told them. “He wants to speak to you.”

Confused, the kids trooped across the piazza to the grocery shop, where the nearest telephone was. All sorts of possibilities were running through Luca's mind. Maybe Harry was hurt or in some other trouble and needed them to come rescue him. Maybe Ercole or even his father had tried to harm him. Whatever it was, Luca was pretty sure it would make this situation worse.

Signora Marsigliese handed him the phone receiver, and he put it to his ear and said, “hello?”

“Hi!” said Harry. “I'm calling to tell you they're keeping me. I told you they would! Ercole and his Dad are a little scared of me, but that's okay because it means I'll get my way.”

“Really?” asked Luca. That was better than Harry being lost or hurt, but still made for an awful feeling in the pit of Luca's stomach. They couldn't just let this happen... could they?

“Yep! Mrs. Visconti says I'm a nice young man, and Mr. Visconti says he can't deny her anything and it's not the weirdest pet he's seen!” Harry sounded very proud of himself. “And Ercole complained a lot, but it's not his house!”

“What about your own Mom and Dad?” Luca tried. “I mean... you're really never gonna see them again?”

“Nope!” said Harry. “Tell them I've found better parents in the human world – and make sure you tell my Dad that they're gonna be proud of me!”

Luca had his doubts about that. “Uh... okay,” he said. “If you change your mind, let us know. It's gonna take another day for us to earn enough money for that train trip, so if you...”

“I won't,” said Harry, and then his voie became muffled and Luca heard him call, “hey! New Mom! They need some money for the train – can we give them some?”

They couldn't hear Faustina Visconti's reply, but a moment later Harry spoke again.

“Yeah, my new Mom will hire you to pick some grapes tomorrow morning,” Harry said.

That made Luca stop and think for a moment. He knew that Alberto had done chores for the Visconti family before, and they paid very well because they wanted to continue being thought of as 'the rich people' even if that wasn't strictly true. Surely picking grapes for Signora Visconti would get them enough money plus a little extra.

“What's going on?” asked Alberto.

“Harry says Signora Visconti will pay us to pick grapes,” said Luca.

“Oh,” said Alberto, weighing up the pros and cons. The Viscontis did pay well, but then, Ercole was always around to be a pain. “Is it worth it, though?”

“Yes,” Luca insisted. “We need to rescue Louise and Curtis!”

Alberto made a terrible face, and looked at Giulia for a third opinion.

“We have to do it,” she said. “Harry doesn't belong here. We need to get him to go back to his world and we're not going to convince him over the phone. We'll have to go see him anyway, so we might as well earn some money.”

Alberto groaned.

Luca uncovered the mouthpiece of the telephone. “Okay,” he said, “we'll be there first thing tomorrow morning.”

“I'll tell my new Mom!” said Harry cheerfully. “Good night! Or... how do you say it here? Bwana naughty!”

“Good night, Harry,” sighed Luca.

-

The next morning, bright and early, Luca headed back to land. He and his friends put on work clothes, then headed over the hill to the Visconti vineyards. None of them were very enthusiastic about it. Alberto grumbled to himself the whole way, and Giulia knocked on the back door of the big house, where she'd delivered her fish yesterday, as if expecting bad news. They were worried it would be Harry himself who answered, but instead it was Faustina, with a smile on her face.

“Oh, Harry's little friends!” she said brightly. “He told me you'd stop by today. I'm going to have you bring in some of the Bosco that have ripened early. You'll want to be careful not to bruise them.”

“Yes, Signora Visconti,” Giulia replied, polite. Luca nodded. Alberto just grunted.

“Follow me!” said Faustina.

She led them up to the section of the vineyard where they'd be working, on an east-facing hillside to catch the rising sun, and provided them with baskets and clippers. All three kids had picked grapes before, and knew the proper way to do it – cut down the whole bunch and lay them carefully in the basket so as not to damage the delicate flesh. Alberto had once tried to eat a few, but had found them so sickly sweet he'd had to spit them out. When she'd finished laughing at him, Giulia had explained that wine grapes had much more sugar than food grapes, to help the juice ferment.

Faustina left them to their work, and for a little while it was quite pleasant. The shadows cast by the vines on the trellises kept them cool, as did the nice morning breeze, and they were far enough from the house that neither Ercole nor Harry could watch them. Of course, that would not keep.

Harry was the first to arrive. He was carrying a big pillow and a glass of lemonade, and wearing a pair of sunglasses that he was having trouble keeping in place because he had neither a nose nor ears. Without any sort of greeting, he shook his pillow a bit to fluff it up, then sat down on it and sipped his lemonade through a straw.

The kids continued to work, waiting for Harry to say something, but he remained silent except for the slurping sounds as he drank. He seemed content to watch and know that they were working and he was not, which in his mind was apparently how the world was supposed to be.

“You're not gonna make your new parents proud by just sitting there,” Alberto said eventually.

“I'm supervising,” said Harry. “I'm making sure you're not slacking off. I wouldn't want my new Mom to pay you for doing nothing.”

“What happens when you get bored?” asked Giulia.

“I have a magazine.” Harry held it up.

“Can you even read it?” asked Alberto. He still found reading difficult, although he'd gotten much better at it with the incentive of understanding Luca's letters from school.

“Of course I can,” said Harry. He opened it and pretended to examine the pages, perhaps unaware that it was upside-down.

Giulia rolled her eyes and moved closer to the boys. “How are we gonna convince him?” she whispered.

“I have an idea,” said Alberto. He stopped and stretched before resuming his grape-picking. “Man,” he said, “now I wish I'd taken one of those eyeball pops! I guess if you're staying here, I'll never get another chance.”

“You're right,” Luca joined in. “They had some really strange food in the other world, Giulia, like the three-eyed fish.”

“He mentioned the three-eyed fish,” Giulia said, nodding.

“Some of them have four or five eyes,” said Harry. “The four-eyed ones are always the most delicious.”

“There aren't any four-eyed fish here,” Luca said, “only the two-eyed ones.”

“What a shame,” said Alberto.

They glanced over at Harry. He was watching them over the top of his magazine.

“You really want to live here where you'll never have a four-eyed fish for dinner again?” Alberto asked.

Harry pushed his sunglasses back into place. “You just want to get rid of me,” he accused.

Giulia decided to try honesty. “You don't belong here, Harry. There are no other people like you in this world. Sooner or later you're going to want to go back.”

“They don't,” said Harry, pointing to the boys.

“We are back, though,” said Luca. “I live with my family underwater during the summer, remember? And even if Alberto lives most of the time with humans, there are still lots of sea monsters around here so if he has a problem the humans can't help him with, there's somebody nearby who does. What if you get hurt or sick, and the doctor doesn't know what to do about it?”

“I'll be fine,” Harry insisted. “I'd rather have a Dad who'll be proud of me.”

“Has Signor Visconti said he'll be proud of you?” asked Alberto. He'd only met Aristide Visconti a couple of times, and he'd always seemed to be arguing with Ercole, not proud of him.

“He bragged about how his other son won the Portorosso Cup race five times,” said Harry. “I can do that, no problem.”

“He only won because he cheated!” Alberto protested.

“And you'd need a team to do that, because you can't ride a bike,” Giulia said, bristling.

“I'll figure it out,” Harry vowed.

The conversation was cut off then, as Faustina Visconti arrived with a picnic basket. “How's everybody doing?” she asked. “Oh, looks like you've made wonderful progress! And you're so gentle with them, that's lovely.”

“I've been supervising,” said Harry. “I'm making sure they do it right.”

The other kids glared at him.

Faustina set down her basket and began unfolding a blanket. “I've made you some lunch. Why don't we all take a bit of a break? Ercole!” she called over her shoulder.

“I'm coming, Mamma!” came Ercole's voice.

He arrived a moment later with a second basket, and helped his mother to lay out a torta di verde with stuffed artichokes, fresh bread, and fruit from the garden. Luca, Alberto, and Giulia came and sat down while Faustina passed out food and offered each child a very small glass of wine.

“This is what we make from the grapes you're picking,” she said proudly. “Our Bosco.”

Alberto and Luca sipped it carefully, to be polite. Neither of the boys particularly liked wine, finding it tasted quite sharp even when the humans promised it would be sweet. Giulia tried it and smiled. Harry and Ercole both swirled and sniffed it in the way they'd seen adults do, trying to appear refined. Giulia was about to say something to tease Harry about this, but Harry himself spoke first.

“Are we billing them for this?” he asked.

“Billing them?” Faustina echoed, confused.

“Yes. At the factory, if employees don't bring their own lunch, they have to get it from the cafeteria,” Harry explained. “We take it off their paycheques.”

“Don't be silly,” said Faustina. “We want them to come back and work for us again sometime, don't we? We're going to be welcoming. It's not as if we can't afford it. Would you children like some soda pop?”

“Yes, please!” said Luca and Alberto eagerly. They liked that much better than wine.

Faustina pulled out the bottles and opened them, while Harry sat there, looking surprised but thoughtful.

They finished up with tangerines for dessert, and then Faustina directed Harry and Ercole to help her bring the grapes already picked back to the house. Harry, with his low-slung, wide-set body, was able to heft one and carry it along mere inches above the ground, which Faustina told him was very good. He grinned toothily at the other kids before scuttling away.

“Ercole, try to be very careful, could you?” she asked. She took one basket in each arm, balancing them on her hips, and followed Harry.

Ercole was in the middle of lifting one, but he didn't straighten up. Instead, he waited until his mother and new adoptive brother had vanished between the vines before putting the basket down and gesturing for Luca, Alberto, and Giulia to come closer.

“You have to get rid of him,” he ordered them.

“Why should we?” asked Alberto, who had strong feelings about Harry returning to his own world, but possibly even stronger ones about Ercole suffering inconvenience.

“Because Mamma treats him like one of her precious Bologneses!” said Ercole, referring to the two small dogs Faustina doted upon. “It makes me sick. And they let him sleep in my room. I woke up in the middle of last night and he was three centimetres from my face! I screamed, and he laughed at me!”

Giulia snickered.

Ercole glared at her. “Besides, he's already planning to enter the race this year, and neither of us need more competition.”

“You don't have to worry about it, because you're too old to enter,” Giulia pointed out.

“We agree he needs to go back,” Luca put in, before an argument could develop. “He's going to grow up to be really big and he'll probably bully everybody, but what are we supposed to do? We already tried to talk him out of it, but he doesn't want to go back.”

“Then you have to make him,” Ercole insisted. “How do you get back to that monster world?”

“We've got a plan,” said Alberto.

“We're going back to Genova tonight, we hope,” said Luca. “We can do it from there.”

“Good,” said Ercole. “The last train leaves late, like nine o'clock, right? So after we go to bed, I will let you into the house, and you can grab him and take him with you.”

“Like... kidnap him?” Giulia was startled.

“Yes,” said Ercole. “But you'll have to gag him first or he'll yell, like he did when one of the employee's children put a spider down his back.” He snorted. “I don't know why he shoudl be afraid of spiders. He's more likely to be mistaken for one. Mamma scolded the other child terribly.” He scowled. “She used to do that when people were nasty to me.”

“Ohhh,” said Giulia. She grinned. “You want to be the baby again.”

“I am not a baby!” huffed Ercole.

“Yeah, but you're your Mom's baby!” Alberto said.

Ercole pouted. “She used to say I always would be. Then she got the dogs. And now this.”

Giulia nodded – although she couldn't help but wonder what Ercole had done to try to get rid of the dogs when they'd first arrived. There must have been something. “Okay, ragazzi,” she said to her friends. “We'll come back after dark with the pram, and tie him up and put him in that.”

“We should probably trap him in a net,” said Alberto. “That way it'll tangle up all his legs and we won't have to do them one by one.” He knew from unpleasant experience that escaping from a fishing net was harder than it looked.

“We've got lots of nets,” said Giulia. “All right – we'll come get him tonight after bedtime.” She offered Ercole a hand.

He took it as if it were a dead fish, and gave it one quick shake. “I hate having to make a deal with you,” he said, “but I must think about my own future.”

“Don't worry, we don't like making a deal with you either,” said Alberto.

“But we've got a lot of people to think about,” Luca agreed.

#fanfic #pixar luca #luca 2021 #monsters inc #monsters university #luca paguro #alberto scorfano #giulia marcovaldo #ercole visconti #scary monsters

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FINAL SHOWDOWN

I genuinely wouldn't have this any other way.

Rip each other to shreds, ladies.

those who fought valiantly but didn't make it under the cut:

Clive (Rose)

Raffalo from Crespellion (The End of the World)

Jabe (The End of the World)

Gwyneth (The Unquiet Dead)

Toshiko Sato (Aliens of London/World War III)

Cathica (The Long Game)

Suki (The Long Game)

Sarah Clark and Stuart Hoskins (Father’s Day)

Dr. Constantine (The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances)

Nancy (The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances)

Lynda Moss (Bad Wolf/Parting of the Ways)

Unnamed Female Programmer (Bad Wolf/Parting of the Ways)

Novice Hame (New Earth)

Mrs. Moore (The Rise of the Cybermen/Age of Steel)

Zachary Cross Flane (The Impossible Planet/The Satan Pit)

Ida Scott (The Impossible Planet/The Satan Pit)

Danny Bartock (The Impossible Planet/The Satan Pit)

Scooti Manista (The Impossible Planet/The Satan Pit)

Ursula Blake (Love and Monsters)

Nerys (The Runaway Bride)

Thomas Kincade Brannigan and Valerie (Gridlock)

Alice and May Cassini (Gridlock)

Tallulah (Daleks in Manhattan/Evolution of the Daleks)

Frank (Daleks in Manhattan/Evolution of the Daleks)

Jenny (Human Nature/The Family of Blood)

Tim Latimer (Human Nature/The Family of Blood)

Billy Shipton (Blink)

Kathy Nightingale (Blink)

Chantho (Utopia)

Morvin and Foon (Voyage of the Damned)

Bannakaffalatta (Voyage of the Damned)

Caecilius (Fires of Pompeii)

Evelina (Fires of Pompeii)

Soothsayer (Fires of Pompeii)

Ood Sigma (Planet of the Ood)

Miss Evangelista (Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead)

Proper Dave (Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead)

Anita (Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead)

Val, Biff, and Jethro Cane (Midnight)

Unnamed Hostess (Midnight)

Rocco Colasanto (Turn Left)

Capt. Erisa Magambo (Planet of the Dead)

Yuri Kerenski (The Waters of Mars)

Maggie Cain (The Waters of Mars)

Addams and Rossiter of Vinvocci (The End of Time)

The Unnamed Curator (Vincent and the Doctor)

Canton Everett Delaware III (The Impossible Astronaut/Day of the Moon)

Lorna Bucket (A Good Man Goes To War)

Rita (The God Complex)

Brian Williams (Dinosaurs on a Spaceship)

John Riddell (Dinosaurs on a Spaceship)

Emma Grayling (Hide)

Journey Blue (Into the Dalek)

Orson Pink (Listen)

Perkins (Mummy on the Orient Ecpress)

Rigsy (Flatline)

O'Donnell (Under the Lake/Before the Flood)

Cass (Under the Lake/Before the Flood)

Bennett (Under the Lake/Before the Flood)

Heather (The Pilot)

Jenny (The Doctor’s Daughter)

Jake Simmons (Age of Steel)

Katherine (The Girl in the Fireplace)

Ross Jenkins (The Poison Sky/The Sontaran Stratagem)

Eve Cicero (The Tsuranga Conundrum)

Daniel Llewellyn (The Christmas Invasion)

Diana Goddard (Dalek)

Rita-Ann Smith (The Rise of the Cybermen/Age of Steel)

Shona (Last Christmas)

Vivien Rook (the sound of drums)

Unnamed Male Programmer (Bad Wolf/Parting of the Ways)

Dee Dee Blasco (Midnight)

Lee Clayton (fugitive of the Judoon)

Sabra (Time Heist)

Mr. Copper (Voyage of the Damned)

Psi (Time Heist)

Pete Tyler (age of steel)

Ohila (Hell Bent)

Professor Docherty (The Sound of Drums/The Last of the Time Lords)

Hath Peck (The Doctor’s Daughter)

#polls #doctor who polls #dw polls #doctor who poll #dw poll #LETS FUCKI NGOOOOOOOO

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Nice to find another VentureBros fan ! Who are your favorite characters ?

I'm actually gonna rank this as something of a Top 8. Honorable mentions include: Rusty Venture, Dean Venture post Season 4, Shore Leave, The Blue Morpho/Vendata, Hunter Gathers and Professor von Helping.

8: Wide Wale

I think just conceptually the idea of Whale/Shark Kingpin as a major player in a superhero setting is just a very appealing combination to me personally. I'm a sucker for sealife-themed characters, especially if they are shark themed but whales are great too, and Wide Wale's a sealife-themed pastiche of one of my favorite superhero villains with this really great, really distinct voice, and like so many of Venture Bros' best characters, it really doesn't take long before you wind up forgetting what he's meant to be a caricature of and just fully buy the character just as much, if not more, as the thing they're supposed to be making fun of or referencing. I think Wide Wale, even while being a lot more straightforward and simple than so many other characters, is a great example of that. I think even at a really basic level, he's genuinely a cool character and an example of how the show’s approach to it’s characters had matured since the early seasons, and apparently so thought the creators, which is why they didn't kill him off in Season 7.

The episode was born from a single Jaws joke: Wide Wale dying in his pool just like Spielberg's shark. "But when we got around to writing it, we're like, 'Well, we don't want to kill Wide Wale, he's awesome," Hammer said. "But I got it stuck in my head that we had to do a Jaws joke. But instead of doing a Jaws joke, we created a longform love letter to deep-cut Jaws jokes. - Jackson Publick

I like that right from the start he's established as the leading supervillain in NYU, and because this is Venture Bros and there's a lot more supervillains running around than superheroes, to the point it mainly falls to the supervillains to kinda police each other so things don’t get too out of hand, Wide Wale is less the main villain and more this big presence that stuff tends to orbit around, much like The Ventures and The Monarch themselves. I love that he pointedly refuses the seat he’s offered at the highest echelon of villainy, because he’s got business to take care of and because he doesn’t vibe with the idea. I love “This? This isn’t me.” as an explanation for it. I love what it says about him compared to the other villains.

I really like his interactions with other characters like Sheila and his bodyguard Rocco and his daughter, and that he does have a family that ends up humanizing him a lot and even revealing that, keeping with the show's tradition, he is kind of a pathetic fuck-up. All he wanted was to make his brother proud, and despite being really dedicated to his family, he's too blinded and self-centered to notice the ways he ends up smothering them. 

Big shot mob boss as a doting yet corny dad to his daughter? Cliche, but cute. Big shot supervillain kingpin who happens to be the younger brother of a one-off gag character, who 100% adores and looks up to his scientist big brother even in their separate ways, to the point that said gag character can show up and pull his ear while he haphazardly tries to hide his gritty mob business from him? It’s pure Venture Bros. 

7: Brock Samson

I think it’s kind of a given that, even if Brock isn’t among your favorite VB characters general, he’s definitely most people’s favorite when they start watching the show. Because while it takes for Doc and the boys to really come on their own as characters and The Monarch’s still being ironed out, Brock is a pretty complete character from the get-go. He’s the world’s biggest badass, stuck with the world’s lamest and most self-destructive explorers, a much more dynamic sort than the Ventures who also doesn’t have as much room to grow and change as they do at first. Despite seeming like it, he is not the protagonist, he’s the sidekick holding the whole thing together (a dynamic they would later repurpose for Henchman 21, who grows into a mini-Brock in his own right). By all means, he should be out there saving the world with supermodels hanging onto his biceps, but instead he’s busy slaughtering shmucks in butterfly costumes while babysitting a failed scientist and his idiot sons, and occasionally arguing about the merits of Led Zeppelin with their nanny robot, which goes a long way in helping ground Brock’s over-the-top badassery in just the right amount of indignity so he doesn’t feel out of place in the show and stays more than just a one-note caricature.

Brock carries the show a lot over the first two seasons, which makes his departure and eventual return that much more significant and ends up giving Brock and the show a lot of room to grow, solo and together. The cynical premise behind a lot of what makes Brock funny ends up becoming horrifying as we get more stories from the villain and henchmen point of view and also grows into a series of great dynamics, as Brock The Swedish Murder Machine gives more way to Brock The Murder Dad. A Brock who’s a part of the family, a Brock who Hank looks up to and imitates as an uncle and father and hero, a Brock who’s as great on the lead as he’s in a secondary role. A Brock who’s got friends and partners and enemies and whose interesting life outside of the Ventures actually does feel like a rich inner world for him, a Brock who doesn’t need to carry the show or the Ventures anymore, and ends up growing more as a comfortable presence to the audience, which is a funny word to use for a disemboweling enthusiast who’s single-handedly filled entire graveyards. I know some people miss twitchy-eyed Murder Machine Brock, but I wouldn’t trade Murder Dad Brock for anything, his dynamic with Hank is real special to me.

6: DOCTOR BYROON ORPHEUS *musical sting

The big problem I have with Dr Strange in general is that, despite really loving some of the comics I’ve read of him (particularly Into Shamballa and Triumph and Torment), despite him being conceptually a character I should deeply adore (Vincent Price as the world’s greatest wizard whose niche is combining weird and horrific pulp cosmology with psychedelic superhero visuals), most of the time, Strange as a character bores and annoys me way more often than I’d like him  to, especially starting with his 2010s appearences that have modeled him after his teeth-grindingly boring MCU portrayal and made him magic Tony Stark / BBC’s Sherlock. I get that’s like, his deal now, I just find it depressingly basic.

I bring this up because a lot of what I love about Dr Orpheus is that, while he doesn’t have the benefit of starring in his own stories, Orpheus takes everything great and endearing about Dr Strange and cranks it to eleven. His dialogue is completely unmistakable from everyone else’s, even without Stephen Rattazzi’s brilliant voice and that iconic music sting. Dr O gets really, really funny lines despite being ostensibly one of the more serious characters of the show (Do not be too hasty entering that room...I HAD TACO BEEELLLL FOR LUNCH!). Even in episodes where Orpheus only shows up to fix a problem or do a small cameo, he dines on the scenery in a way no other character does, and it’s no small feat in a show full of over-the-top personalities. 

I also really like that Orpheus is overall one of the nicest characters of the show. He’s still flawed, he can be pedantic and pathetic and irritable and petty and arrogant, his dedication to his work and know-it-all attitude soured his relationships with his ex-wife and daughter, and he gets dragged for his flaws quite a bit in-universe to the point everyone’s kinda annoyed at him much of the time, but he’s also one of the most unambiguously good characters in-universe, and in a show chock full of some of the worst parents imaginable, it’s definitely nice to have at least one dad who genuinely tries to be the best he can be, even if that involves wiping his daughter’s memories every now and then, and ultimately accepting that his efforts to protect her have only held her back and that she’s really better off doing exactly what he didn’t want for her.  I enjoy every scene he’s in and I really enjoy just listening to Orpheus’s dialogue and voice, he’s a very fun character and if nothing else Orpheus is why I wish that Order of the Triad spin-off took off. Even if it sucked, I would gladly watch and listen to Orpheus forever.

5: Dr Girlfriend / Dr Mrs The Monarch / Sheila / Dr Mrs-Whatever-Now

There’s been a lot said about how poorly a lot of jokes made in adult cartoons tend to age, especially those starting in the early 2000s, and likewise a lot of Venture Bros fans who’ve stuck with the show can’t help but admit that the first three seasons have a lot of jokes and moments that have aged poorly (Doc Hammer himself derides the episode “Love Bheits” as homophobic). And on the other hand, Venture Bros has also been praised for it’s willingness to experiment with gender-divergent characters and openly tackle questions about identity and sexuality long before other cartoons picked up the slack, and Dr Girlfriend is one example of that. On any other show, “hot woman with a deep masculine voice” would have been the source of one-off gags and transphobic jokes, jokes that make said woman the target of ridicule. But that’s not what Venture Bros does with Dr Girlfriend:

Dr. Mrs. The Monarch started as a parody of Jackie Kennedy, including her iconic deep, raspy voice that was then elevated (or, in this case, physically lowered) by Doc Hammer for the character. I’ve watched a lot of comedies where trans women or crossdressing cis men are the butt of the joke. It’s kind of my brand to subject myself to such things. So, I can recognize the comedic beats that lead to a punchline or “surprise” reveal of trans characters. In the first three or so seasons of The Venture Bros, it feels like the show is constantly leading up to a similar formula, but that punchline never happens. 

The joke of Dr. Mrs. The Monarch is as simple as her having a voice deeper than you’d expect, and you are an asshole for questioning it — just like the cast of jerks in this show’s universe.

Dr. Mrs. The Monarch is my favorite Venture Bros character, one of my favorite women in fiction, and she, no matter what theories people have, is not trans.  While the reality of this fictional character is that Dr. Mrs. The Monarch isn’t trans, however, if people think you are trans (or “a man” if you want to subscribe to that small brain energy), then in the court of public opinion…you are. Regardless of the actual circumstances surrounding your identity, you are guilty and it will be used against you.

Dr. Mrs. The Monarch is an example of someone who has risen above and succeeded in spite of that judgement both in The Venture Bros universe and in the evolution of how this show and comedy is written in general. Trans or not, I love that. As this show evolved, the running joke of her gender was phased out entirely and this “masculine” characteristic was just treated as matter of fact. It was just a small part of the most stable, capable, and well rounded character in the entire show.

There is a lot that can be written about gender without sticking to the stringent criteria of trans experiences, because expectations exist in all forms. I came to terms with my insecurities a long time ago and that included my deep voice. Hearing that brassy croon be treated as such a normal thing means more to me than most forms of direct representation ever has - Dr Mrs The Monarch and Being Trans In The Court of Public Opinion, by Harmony M.Colangelo

Even at her earliest appearences, when The Monarch was more of a caricature than ever and the show had yet to really start growing beyond the parody aspect, the consistent joke regarding Dr Girlfriend was that she is this enormously competent genius henchwoman working with pathetic cartoon villains who waste her talents on pointless bickers and capers, and if not that, then frequently ignored and belittled on the basis of her gender. And as the show grew, we got to learn more and more about her relationship with The Monarch and Sheila’s own journey, what is it that drives them to stay together, their separations, their arguments, their roles apart from each other. Dr Girlfriend outgrows her role as The Monarch’s partner and by Season 6, she’s openly acknowledged to be the biggest reason why The Guild’s still running, with all other supervillains in the Guild deferring to her. With the exception of mysteriously supernatural players like Dr Killing and The Master, one could argue that, by the end of the show, Dr Girlfriend is the most powerful character, having finally risen to the position where her skills and talents are not wasted and not without cost, of course, as it’s effectively deprived her of ever getting to meaningfully work with her husband, which was the only real passion she had for this enterprise. Nobody in Venture Bros ever fully gets what they want, after all.

I think there’s an argument to be made that Dr Girlfriend is the most “real” character on the show, in the sense that she lacks the extravagant personalities and gimmicks of the other characters or the life-shattering tragedies that guide much of their conflict, and this in itself makes her an outsider who has to juggle a lot of responsabilities and options to keep things running, who has to play a lot of roles and carry a lot on her back, who sometimes gets bent out of shape and frustrated at the mind-numbing amounts of idiocy she comes across, and who even demonstrates ways in which she herself is not quite above said idiocy. After all, she’s the one ruling said idiocy now.

4: Henchman 21 / Gary

Fucking Gary, man, what an excellent protagonist. There’s plenty of characters that people point to when stating Venture Bros has impressive character development, but one that always stands out is Gary.  From one-half of a sidelines comedy duo with Henchman 21, as a geek loser henchman to the geek loser villain, secure in his position as a funny but inconsequential element to this world, Gary gets that safety net brutally ripped away with 21′s explosive death, and instead terraforms himself into a muscular unhinged badass, the Brock Samson of the show’s villain side. And past that, he remains a big time protagonist (even hero) on his own right, concluding in once again becoming the one-half of a comedy duo, but this time one that involves his geek loser boss as the two become partners instead. Gary has been growing and changing with this show from day one, even serving as the show’s recap narrator, his cracked nerd voice never changing even as he becomes more and more impressive. He’s as close to an audience-insert character as it gets, of course he has to be a geek overdosed on pop culture references, but he is more than that. 

I love Gary because he’s one of the ONLY characters I’ve ever seen who has a physical and mental transformation whose end result isn’t him acquiring a completely different body type. He didn’t slim up, he didn’t get cut abs, he beefed up and got a weighlifter’s big gut, and the show doesn’t play it as a joke. He’s still pudgy, he’s still got a chubby face, he’s still geek-voiced Gary, and he’s a physical badass almost on par with superhuman demigod Brock Samson. He became this through sheer effort on his end and the help of his friends. He does backflips and spinkicks and fistfights bodybuilders and spits blood dramatically while looking cool and impressive and doing things that society thinks fat people shouldn’t be allowed to do without it being played for irony. I just, you pretty much never see superheroes or superhero-adjacent characters with Gary’s body type without some kind of caveat attached (villain, joke character, fat-based superpower, etc), seeing Gary in action, played like he was, genuinely did mean a lot to me.

He's observant and he's unlucky and he gets made fun of, but he's not cynical, and the show doesn't treat him cynically either, and that's important.

3: Red Death

I don’t think there’s any Venture Bros fan that doesn’t have Red Death on their top favorite characters list, holy shit did that dude arrived to steal the show. Top-notch design, killer concept, perfect voicework by Clancy Brown, most of the best scenes across Seasons 6 and 7 involve this guy in some form. Probably the clearest example you can point to in order to demonstrate how much Venture Bros’s outgrown the parody element of it’s earliest seasons. 

I like, everything about this guy. I love how they continuously make efforts to undercut his “retired old champ and nice family man here to help the new kids get their footing” thing by constantly reminding us that he is a bloodthirsty murderer who actively enjoys killing and looks forward to any chances for it, but he’s so damn likeable and charming and cool that we all still default to him first and foremost as the dad in the park who talks Monarch down by showing genuine appreciation for him. I love that this is also followed up on his remarks towards Vendata, how he’s the only character on-screen who ever extended any kind of respect towards him, and how dark this gets later when he brutally murders Blind Rage for being a disrespectful punk. He’s brutally efficient at everything, including compartmentalizing his life and personality to an extent that it doesn’t ring as hypocritical to us when he sits down to give helpful advice to Monarch, and said advice includes him mentioning how he was able to turn his life for the better after slaughtering his arch-nemesis’s entire family with his bare hands. He’s a horrible, horrible villain, and a wonderful dad and mentor and, honestly? Talk about a character who plays perfectly, perfectly into his voice actor’s strengths. Clancy Brown as Red Death is nothing short of magic. 

He’s interesting as a Venture Bros character because, as far as we know, he’s completely bereft of the usual petty shortcomings or tragic flaws or pathetic obsessions that define most of them. He is, for all intents and purposes, a genuinely good husband and father devoted to his family, an utmost professional dedicated to the art of villainy and those he respects, and a brutal serial killer with virtually zero hesitations or doubts whatsoever about what he does and likes doing, with a hideous past we know only the barest glimpses of. He coins the term Gentleman Villain because he too, is as perfect an embodiment of those terms as it gets in this world, and he’s fascinating because of it. He works brilliantly at surface-level and whatever little we know about his connection to the historical underbelly of this world is all the more fascinating. He is a wonderful take on a modern version of a Gentleman Villain and everything noble and horrible that this implies. I resent not getting another season or several with this guy.

2: Hank Venture

Probably the character I’ve always found most relatable in the show even before I discovered that, oh yeah, I do have ADHD too, it was a given I was gonna relate to the hyperactive Venture kid known for jumping off the roof in a Batman costume (I mean, my window had bars, and I still swear that I wasn‘t actually gonna jump and my family totally misread what was really just me trying to get on the gargoyle brooding action). As much as I like Gary, Hank is the one that comes to mind when I think of impressive character development in Venture Bros. Hank is interesting because in many ways he just doesn’t change, nowhere near as much as Dean does, Dean’s the one who's matured and is trying to leave all this nonsense behind while Hank’s still actively pursuing the dream of being a boy adventurer. Hank still talks in weird stilted speech, he’s deeply ignorant of a lot of basic things, he still almost gets himself killed pursuing flights of fancy. To say that he has a hard time telling fantasy from reality implies that this is something Hank struggles with, when it’s more accurate to say he just doesn’t care that much about said distinction, and the consequences of his abysmal upbringing, reckless antics, and undiagnosed ADHD as of Season 7, do catch up to him.  

But the thing is, all of this is also part of what makes Hank the only character in the show who occasionally gets to thrive. As the seasons passed, he came to display a lot of genuinely inspired moments of competence and skill, not to mention bravery. Hank perseveres so strongly in his stupidity and headstrongness that he’s the only one who’s able to meet the dumb, violent and deluded world of Venture Bros on it’s own terms and come out on top. He’s unique in that he doesn’t outsmart the madness, he out-dumbs the madness. His victories and adventures tend to be more enjoyable to watch than Dean’s or Doc’s or the others as a result (I suspect the creators agree, given Hank is the kind of character that lets them get away with whatever dumb ideas they feel like experimenting with). He’s got a real Lupin III charm to him mixed with a carefree hyperimagination that calls to mind much of what I enjoy about Calvin and Hobbes. He’s a perfect protagonist.

In a world so fraught with failures and miseries and bitterness, and coming off a background just as deeply unfortunate as everyone else’s, Hank perseveres, growing into a genuinely cool kid. He’s made for this life in a way that Doc and Dean never were, and in the absence of a father who cared for him, Hank found role models in Brock and Batman and others, and emulated those until he could be himself the kind of person he’d always wanted to be, an insane hero for an insane world to such an extent that they kind of end up canceling each other out.

I just, I just hope he’s okay, please, please give us the movie already goddamnit

1: THE MONARCH

The perfect Never-Was to Rusty Venture’s Has-Been, pretty much the main reason I stuck with the show for so long even before it got really good, I think The Monarch is just an idea I always, always wanted to see explored in fiction, which is that deeper exploration of a Dick Dastardly-esque type of villain, what does their life look like and so forth. You might be able to tell, given also that my most popular post in this site is about them (and the protagonist of my current project is meant to be that kind of character), that this is an archetype very close to my heart. In truth, Monarch had me won pretty instantly when I first got into Venture Bros as a kid (...in hindsight a pretty terrible era to get into Venture Bros), given all the similarities between him and Waluigi (at the time my favorite character in general). Here’s a character functionally identical to Waluigi, except allowed to actually play a big role in his franchise and have stories told about him and his funny antics and his petty, dastardly dreams and his ridiculous grudge against a nobody hero who couldn’t care less about him. It was like catnip to me at the time.

Monarch carried the show pretty hard in the early seasons along with Brock, as a perfect foil to the hapless and pathetic ventures: An even more hapless and pathetic villain, a dumb goober plucked straight out of a shoddily-made 60s superhero cartoon, all sneers and cackles and nasally-voiced threats of conquest. The kind of parody villain that’s dated even by their time, let alone the modern times the story takes place, the kind of guy that only really gets brought up to get his ass kicked and pushed aside by the real villains (the inclusion of Baron Underbheit in the S1 intro even helps cement the idea that Monarch’s not supposed to be the real villain). A failure in a show about failures, right?

But, see, the thing about Venture Bros is that it isn’t really a show about failure, or at least, just about failure. Even the creators pushed back against this notion back in 2013

Publick: I think you and I are both sick of every interview mentioning the “It’s a show about failure” from five years ago. I don’t think we made a conscious effort to fight that or anything, but every year, we push what we do as writers a little more. An area we hadn’t gone into very much was positivity. I mean, all our victories are still satiric, but there are definitely places where we said, “I want to see these guys do something. I don’t want to just have everything fall on its face all the time.

I don’t think Venture Bros is about failure, as much as it is about “what comes next”, following either failure or victory. It’s a show that’s big on exploring consequences and fallout, part of why every season took so long to air, a show that doesn’t just have the characters fail and that’s that, or has the characters exist in a fixed state as winners or losers, but instead as people who have to carry on living with the accumulating shit that gets thrown at them. What does it take, for these people to carry on, or even succeed. And this is where I think The Monarch’s continued role as protagonist comes into play, because everything about him is in service of that next step, from day one he’s been the character who’s pushed this show forward into the future, opposite the Ventures and Brock who are either trapped in the past or complacent in the present. He’s introduced to us in a mold we all understand from childhood: he’s a dastardly supervillain with a dumb gimmick and enough resources to pester the heroes on a weekly basis, but never enough competence to actually win over them. Okay, and then what? Well, that’s where the ensuing 7 seasons come in.

What happens when he gets what he wants? Does he even know what do with it? What is the source of his immortal hatred? Is there even one? If there isn’t, what else do we know that motivates him? What’s his relation with his henchmen? His partner in crime? His wife? His wife turned partner in crime? What do his enemies look like? What does the rest of the supervillain community think of him? Does he have beef with other heroes? Does he even want to fight other heroes? Just how competent is he outside of that saturday morning cartoon mold where he’s perpetually doomed to fail? If he is, what’s stopping him? How low is he willing to go morally? What disgusts him? What happens when he has to play the hero? And from The Monarch all these rich worldbuilding questions expanded that soon blossomed into many if not most of the best parts of Venture Bros’s worldbuilding. 

The show’s not preocuppied with explaining “why” there is a Monarch in practical or psychological real-world terms, so much as it’s interested in the “how” does a character like Monarch function, what does it take for The Monarch to be, and it’s through taking this archetype seriously and exploring him and the world around him that the character grows into a complex and interesting protagonist while remaining, fundamentally, the same saturday-morning-cartoon villain with an inexplicable grudge that he always was. The Monarch was gonna be my favorite from the start anyway but it was his continued presence that really impressed me for the long haul. Not even the only character to experience this, but my favorite to do so.

#replies tag #venture bros #adult swim #hank venture #brock samson #the monarch #dr girlfriend #red death #henchman 21 #sitting here chewing my fingers off waiting for that movie #it's nothing but it's something at least

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Always an Angel | Casanova AU

Part 2: All Because of Angela

Word Count: 2,2 k

Warning: mild sexual content

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"What exactly did he say, Rocco?" Angela asked, trying to sound as casual as possible while talking to Casanova's only friend and employee.

"Well, he said that he turns into an idiot whenever he's around her. He says he cannot give up because she is so beautiful. She's taken over his head, his blood, and his guts. He can't stop thinking about her and only her."

"He could always find someone else..."

"I told him, but he insists someone else wouldn't be her."

"Oh, poor thing," Angela couldn't help but smile. "Is he home?"

"He is reading, he said he didn't want any..."

"Angela!" Giacomo smiled, standing at the top of the stairs. "I thought I heard your voice! Come on up."

"Interruptions," Rocco mumbled, moving over to allow her to climb the stairs before closing the door. 

She sighed, letting her cape fall to the ground and revealing her red dress which made her skin look even paler and her hair look even darker. She knew she was beautiful in that outfit, she felt beautiful.

"Wow, you look like the type of woman someone would write a book about. Raven black hair, red lips like an apple, and skin as white as snow... I should write that down actually," Giacomo chuckled. 

"Thank you, Giac," she giggled. 

She was embarrassed to ask, who wouldn't be embarrassed? But it seemed the entirety of Venice knew she was being courted except for her. If he truly couldn't sleep or eat, consumed in desire, she had to do something about it. 

"So, um- I heard a few things about you," Angela cleared her throat.

"Oh? Filthy gossip as always? If it's bad, it's all true," he joked. 

"No, it wasn't bad, I just- I heard about your feelings. Your agony concerning... me."

Giacomo stared at her in confusion, his brows furrowed as he tried to remember ever mentioning anything of the sort. 

"You could never bring me agony, angel, you are the kindest person in the city."

"I heard about your courting and..."

"My courting," he narrowed his eyes until he finally understood. "My courting! Yes, I have been courting Angela Tusselo."

Her world suddenly crumbled, how could she be so stupid? Of course he wasn't courting her... Henriette had made it seem like she was only a baby, of course he wanted nothing to do with her! 

"Angela Tusselo, the daughter of the priest," she nodded, unable to hide her shock.

"Oh, dear. Did you think I was secretly courting you?" 

"I... yes! And I was terrified, because... because I cannot reciprocate your feelings," Angela quickly lied so as to not look foolish.

"Oh really? I always thought you found me quite handsome," Giacomo smirked. "Do you not?"

"I- Everyone finds you handsome, Giac, that is not the point. I just simply cannot like you because I am already promised to another man. The Viscount's son, Elias."

"That boy is as dull as a butter knife."

"Yes, I know. He would not be my first choice, believe me," Angela laughed nervously. "But who knows, maybe I will fall in love with him or maybe I'll manage to rid myself of him. Find a more suitable suitor."

"But not me."

"You are courting Angela Tusselo, why do you care?" She asked, intrigued by his little game.

"I think it's clear as day that I do not plan on marrying her. In fact, I received a visit last night from both her sisters, they kept me company all night in bed."

"You disgust me."

Angela couldn't get another word out without bursting into tears, it was so obvious all Giacomo wanted was to toy with her feelings. Why did she let him get away with it? Because of his looks? His charms? His voice? Well... yes, but not anymore! 

She was a catch, she was a young beautiful virgin with a sharp wit and every quality a husband could possibly want from a wife. She deserved better certainly.

So it started, Angela would go to gatherings and parties not to catch a glimpse of Casanova, but in hopes Casanova would catch a glimpse of her in her best dresses and looking absolutely content. Maybe this way he would realize what he'd been missing. 

"I am enjoying your new disposition," Henriette smiled when they entered yet another mansion. "Conversing with all the rich and powerful young men to secure yourself a good husband... I'm glad your silly infatuation with you-know-who is gone."

"Is yours gone as well?" Angela asked.

"I do not not what you mean."

Angela scoffed, she knew her sister also had a weak spot for Casanova, just like every woman in Europe. That infuriated her more than anything, to think she had to compete with her own sister... 

"Hello, angel," Giacomo approached Angela and gently kissed the back of her hand. "I haven't heard from you, don't tell me you are angry at me. I couldn't bear it."

"I am not, of course not. I have just been a tad busy with my affairs. Why would I be angry?" 

"You are right, it must be my own paranoia. I thought you were quite cross with me after I told you about the sisters Tusselo."

"Oh, that thing... Of course not, I know damn well you have slept with half of the women in Italy, there's no reason for me to get worked up over that."

"Half? I believe I had at least three-fourths..." he winked and sipped on his wine. 

He scanned the ballroom with restless eyes, he wished to ask something, but he couldn't find the right words, he did not want Angela to think he only came by to talk about that matter. They were friends, weren't they? At least he thought they were, but she had been so distant.

"Tell me what, angel, you see that soprano over there? Rocco thinks that's a boy, a castratto, but that's clearly a girl, right? Come on... that's a girl!" 

"I- what? But Bellino was inspected by the Bishop."

"The Bishop's been celibate for over fifty years, he doesn't know the difference anymore. That's a girl, I know girls!" 

"Let me guess. You are attracted to him and you are trying to make your attraction justified?"

"Well, it is! Because he- she's a girl!"

"So you admit you are attracted to him?" Henriette approached the pair with a huge smile. "I dare you to find out, Casanova."

"Do not give him any more reason to be stupid, sister," Angela chuckled. "He does that perfectly well on his own. You will end up disgracing yourself, that's what you'll do."

"Sorry, angel... I never turned down a dare."

Over the next few weeks, Giacomo did everything he could to win over Bellino's heart. He paid for his clothes and accommodations, made sure he would perform in the theater, and invited everyone to watch.

Angela simply let it happen, pretending like she was perfectly fine with all the extravagance, smiling politely at the boys who made conversation with her, and gracefully accepting her sister's praise for turning herself around and finally acting like a responsible adult. 

But of course she was only human, she couldn't keep appearances forever. One fateful night, the poor girl was sobbing right outside an elegant venue where a banquet was held. She wore her cape and leaned against one of the rough brick walls. How did she manage to become such a lifeless shell?

"What do you want?" Angela wiped her tears when she saw Casanova walking towards her.

"I just came to tell you that you win, the game has turned sour. The boy is a boy and now I disgraced myself just like you said I would."

"Good for you."

"Are you crying? Are you alright?" He lowered her hood and saw her red eyes. "Was it Elias? What did he do?"

"Nothing."

"He must've done something. What has he done? Has he hurt you?"

"Why do you care? Why are you here talking to me? I am nothing to you, Giacomo!" Her tears escaped before she could stop them.

"I thought... we were friends."

"Friends? Lucky me, the only woman in all of Italy that Giacomo Casanova only wants to be friends with! I must be hideous! I must be completely stupid! And now you're in love with that castratto."

"I'm not- I can't- I love him," Giacomo sighed, defeated.

"Then love him, make it worth something... friend."

*

The news that Casanova was engaged to Bellino, who was revealed to be a woman, after all, spread like wildfire. Everyone in Venice knew of them and when Henriette walked into her sister's bedroom to show her the invitation they had gotten for their engagement summer ball, all she heard was the loudest scream she had ever heard in her entire life. 

Angela cried for hours, hit her head on the wall, screamed some more, tore to pieces the book Giacomo had given her on her birthday, and then put it back together again, regretting her actions fueled by rage. 

After finally regaining her composure, she started to select which dress she would wear for the ball. She asked Grimani for a new one, but ended up choosing one of her sister's gowns, a green one with gold embroidery. She knew there was no hope to win him back now, but she had to show Giac and everyone else she was perfectly fine and did not mind at all that he was marrying someone else.

"You look divine this evening, Angela," Elias took her hand as they danced.

"Only tonight?" She spun around with a bored look.

"Well... n-no. You look divine every day, I just meant-"

"I know what you meant."

"Are you thirsty maybe? Would you like some refreshments?"

"No, my stomach is in a twist."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Would you like me to escort you outside or maybe walk you home?"

The boy wasn't a bad person. Yeah, he was dull, but most boys were. He didn't love Angela by any means, but he was kind to her and held her in high regard. There were worse fates than marrying him and she knew it quite well.

"Look, it's Casanova and his bride!" Elias pointed at the entrance where the couple stood wearing clothes that looked like had just been ripped and glued back together. The two seemed like survivors of a lion attack.

"They look marvelous, don't they?" Henriette asked while they made their way through the crowd. 

"Yes," Angela simply said, trying to smile, but the longer she looked, the harder it was to keep acting like everything was fine. She should be the one by his side, his bride. She wondered if she had said something before... maybe things could've turned out differently.

After a few more dances it was obvious the entire city was enamored with Bellino who had a brilliant career ahead of her. Angela couldn't see the appeal, but that might be due to her own bias... Everyone was looking at her except for Henriette and Giacomo, who had a silent conversation about the future.

"I have been meaning to introduce you," Angela interrupted them. "Giacomo, this is Elias. The one I told you about."

"Oh yes, the famous Elias," Giacomo collected himself. "You are one lucky fella, I hope you know that. And I hope you know if you ever do her wrong, I will find a way to make you regret you were born."

"What are you scared of, Giac? That he might be like you?" She mumbled. "Do not pretend to care now because you do not. Now if you'll excuse me..."

Angela had to leave the ballroom, she couldn't breathe, it was like all those feelings, all the small caresses she saw Casanova exchange with Bellino, all of that was being shoved down her throat and she was choking, suffocated by the words she couldn't say.

"Angel!" Giacomo ran after her, pushing Elias out of the way. "Are you feeling well?"

"Do I look well?"

"Uh... did I say something wrong?" He held her hand right before she left the room. 

"No, it is not what you said, it is what you didn't say."

"And what do you want me to say?" 

"If you need to ask me, the words would have no value."

"Do you- did I hurt your feelings? I thought you were in love with Elias since you have been by his side ever since our last meeting."

"Of course I'm not in love with him, did you look at him? He can't have a conversation that lasts more than five minutes!"

"Are you in love with... me?"

He truly had to ask? How stupid was he?

"No!"

"Are you sure?"

"I am quite sure! I am frustrated, I am tired. I am destined to marry a man I despise, I do not have a choice!" She had to lie, admitting her feelings for him would only make everything more complicated. And if he decided to follow through with the wedding, she feared the humiliation of the rejection might kill her.

"I'm sorry."

"So am I. I am going home."

"Can I have this dance before you go? Please, I would hate to see you go so upset."

"A dance won't change it. When you let go of my hand you will be engaged to Bellino, and I will be promised to Elias. When you let go of my hand the world will keep turning, it won't wait for me... Friend."

#casanova fanfic #casanova tv #casanova david tennant #casanova #david tennant fanfic #oc

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third avenue 🚏 a. jo

inspired by rocco's song, third avenue

stranger!jo x fem!reader 0.3k words

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The street sign reads third avenue as jo awkwardly looks down at his shoes, the grip of his book bag stronger than before once you stand beside him with a phone in your hands, mindlessly scrolling as you wait for the bus to come. It’s like the birds chirp happily, the wind blowing through your hair once you enter the scene, the light of your aura beaming down on the boy so hard that he’s fallen, unable to tell right from left.

There’s no use telling you his name, or what he likes to do in his free time whenever he thinks about you, knowing that there would be another guy that's more assertive than him, someone who's less shy. Yet he hates longing for you from afar, when you don't even know that he exists – when he doesn’t actually know you. Maybe in another life, he could get to know you, he could know your favorite treats and surprise you with them daily. He could hold your hand, and look into your eyes, letting the smile slip from his lips without having to hide.

But in this life, he’d rather coward in a corner than to embarrass himself, letting his heart be consumed by the feeling of you, beating himself up later for falling a little too deep. So now he daydreams for your presence, longs for the few seconds of interaction, heart skipping for the moment you do make eye contact.. but beating a little faster when you maintain your gaze, taking a step forward toward him, as if trying to tell him that it’s okay, that he could talk to you. Was this his shot at telling you how he felt? He’d never know, glancing back at the street sign that read third avenue.

︴bonus! very self indulged.. whoops

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SKEPHALO JOINS THE GEMCYT??? - PREPARE YOUR READING MODE FELLAS

so I knowww I said That a Fairydog fusion is in order but THESE TWO HAVE BEEN LEFT AS A SKETCH FOR 2 WEEKS YOU GOTTA UNDERSTAND

Now Lemme explain why I chose these gems

before I continue,I drew this for a gemcyt rp I'm in, and the person who roleplays as Bad contributed to the design and chose the gem, and since they haven't written ato backstory him, most of the rant will be about Skeppy (Cause I RP as him and hes a silly sad guy)

Skeppy is a Blue cubic Ziriconia, a gem that was man made that serves as a replacement for diamonds - what does this mean for Skeppy? Why I'm glad you asked!

His gem was made by a human who, I imagine, laid eyes on Blue Diamond, managing to find an empty kindergarten and deciding to try and create a gem in the diamonds image - as his gem as made, it was placed near an injector, and as he was made, he was poofed and taken with the human to homeworld who ended up in the zoo

the diamonds hated what he was.

a disgrace to the gem race.

and they made sure he knew that.

Testing just how much he mimics a gem - leaving him with scratches and the tiniest of cracks not only permanently on his form, but on his gem aswell. (Those miniature peices ended up in clusters)

nowadays he hides his face with a box, letting no one see the shame behind it.

One day he snuck into a Garnets ship - unaware that he too was fleeing to Earth.

He was soon found by the Garnet, and despite himself, he let the unknown gem tag along, even deciding to explore Earth together - quickly growing fond of each others presence

They choose their names, the Garnet will soon enough experiment with his hair and start wearing a cloak, and The Cubic Ziriconia will start feeling a lot more comfortable around the other

(THE EGG WILL BE A CORROUPTION MONSTER HEHSBSHHEEEEE)

also yes they find Lucy and Rocco and just decide they're theirs now

Gemcyt AU by the very epic @chrisrin

#gemcyt #steven universe #mcyt #skeppy #skeppy fanart #skephalo #badboyhalo fanart #badboyhalo #bbh fanart #happyduo #skephalo fanart

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Work Acquaintances

I usually only work at night, there’s me and the head of our IT department, Ari, who tells everyone they work at night because it’s easier to update the IT at night, but I know it’s because they want to bring their dog Rocco in. 

When I hired Ari I took a chance, they were a recently out of the military medic with a new IT degree and zero experience, they asked me to trust them, that that if I just allowed them to do their thing they will be the best employee I have ever had, and they were right. 

It wasn’t just the dog that brought Ari in late, I could tell how uncomfortable in crowded meetings they were, or how they always watched the door. Occasionally we’d meet in the halls and I could feel their anxiety, we developed a sort of system that involved me only going one way through the office and always sending a “leaving” message when I left for the night.

I was pretty sure that Ari and my secretary Cate were the only people in the company who knew that my heart was failing. I had been working here for about four years before I started showing signs. I went from being a marathon runner to someone who can only take the elevator. I had an episode once at work that resulted in everyone knowing, and then I got really good at hiding it. Eventually I bought out the owner and the company was mine. 

I tried to have a normal work schedule at first, but as we grew I faded more and more into the background, hiring people to do the daily things for me. At first I was in the office for a regular business day, then gradually I started coming in the afternoon and staying late, now I found it easier just to come in right before everyone leaves and work through the night. It made much less of a stir using supplemental oxygen while reviewing outreach data when it was just a few people there. And I could take calls while sitting with my swollen feet propped on the file cabinet next to my desk, deep purplish lines indented them from the heels I wore every day. 

Which is exactly where I am right now. I’ve gotten gradually weaker over time but my heart was still remarkably well functioning and I had avoided. most major medical interventions. I wear very tight compression stockings and a compressing body suit under my button up shirt, suit jacket, and pencil skirt. Because I have so many layers I can wear. fun bright underwear since it won’t show. 

Rocco the dog is visiting me for the baby carrots I keep in my office when I feel a tear in my chest. I sit up and am hit with a wave of nausea. I get out of my chair and try to yell for help but can only manage a loud groan. 

Moments later Ari comes to my door and doesn’t waste a moment before kneeling beside me. They gently mutter words of comfort while holding my wrist and digging their fingers into my neck to find my pulses. I am trying unsuccessfully to suck in as much of the oxygen that I can but it is not enough, it’s never enough, I feel like I will never get enough air.

Ari leans down over me “I need to give you some rescue breaths okay?” I try to nod yes but my entire body has seized up at this point and can only try to bring in air. As I’m laying on my side Ari gently tilts my head back, pinches my nose shut, covers my mouth with theirs, and breaths two deep, hot air into my starving lungs. They put their hand on my chest and quietly say “that’s it, just breathe” before doing it again. I lose track of how many times we do this before my lungs are finally calm enough to breathe on my own. 

Ari gets up and asks if I have a medical kit, I try to talk but Ari silences me, I can’t even move my hands to point, I weakly look at the cabinet under my bookshelf and Ari understands. They open it up and slide the large equipment box over towards my crumpled heap on the floor. 

The first thing they pull out is a high-flow non-rebreather mask. They gently lift my head and slip it over my face. “There we go, just take some deep breaths okay?” After every command they sit with me, make sure I can do it, reassure me. They tell me everything they are going to do before they do it. 

I imagine a life. before this, where Ari was a military medic who just wanted to help people, how empathy and compassion burned them out hard and fast, and I realize they must have been an excellent medic. 

“I need to get this top off so I can listen to your heart okay? Do you think you can help me do that?” 

I try to lift my arms up, to unfurl from this tight ball my body has gone into around my failing heart, but the moment i do a crushing pain goes through my chest forcing me into a tighter ball. 

“Woah, okay, let’s take it easy okay? I’m going to cut it up the back okay?” 

I feel scissors trace up my spine before the tight compression on my chest releases. It feels like it was the only thing keeping my ribs from splitting apart and the pain is unbearable. I lose all sense of vision, there’s a high pitched ringing in my ears, all I can smell is a metallic tinge. 

I come to slightly and am aware of a cold stethoscope on my back and someone moaning. I realize the person moaning is me, it’s involuntary. I try to control my reactions and focus on Ari gently saying “I’m so sorry I know this must hurt I am going to help you okay?” 

I notice Ari has connected the cardiac monitor that usually sits above my hip under my compression garments up to my computer screen and is watching the series of lines and numbers intensely but I can’t move my head to see them. I feel a warm, reassuring hand on my naked back.

Ari connects a small tube to the port in my chest and I feel a cold sensation rush through it as she flushes it out. “You have something in here for the pain, I’m going to give you that now okay.” 

A warmth soon spreads through my body, but I can feel how slow and jagged it is, my heart is in arrhythmia I can feel it. The pain slowly ebbs gently down but not away, just less sharp. 

“I need to put you on your back now okay, I’m going to do it really gently but I need you to let me because it’s very important that I can access your chest okay.” 

The drugs take over and relax my body enough for Ari to gently roll me onto my back. They immediately wrap a blood pressure cuff around my arm and put a stethoscope to my chest. 

“I need to cut off your nylons okay” 

The pain from my chest now freely radiates all the way down to my toes but I’m too sedated to do anything other than quietly moan. Ari puts their hand on my chest. “It’s going to be okay, I’m going to take care of you” 

I feel the blood pressure cuff squeeze my arm tightly and release as the unit beeps in alarm. 

“Your blood pressure is really low and I think you need a procedure on your heart, I am going to call an ambulance.” 

I can’t respond but I want to beg them not to leave me. 

Ari leans over me again and gently says “I need to give you medicine to bring your blood pressure up but your heart is not beating efficiently enough to get it through your system. I need to do compressions on your chest, I cannot give you anything for pain I’m so so sorry.” 

They kneel next to me and say “I need to cut your bra off, it is going to interfere with the compressions.” 

I am paralyzed from drugs, pain, and anticipatory pain and don’t respond as a pair of scissors snip the blue piece of fabric between my breasts. Ari professionally snips the straps to allow the cups to cover my breasts for modestly. 

As if modesty matters once Ari digs their palm into the valley between my breasts and starts one-handed compressions. firmly forcing my heart to be more efficient, the cups gently covering my breasts almost immediately fall off and I am completely exposed as Ari meticulously digs into my chest over and over again. 

They stop to look at the monitors. “I’m going to give you something for pain, I am going to have to shock you okay, it is going to be very painful still but I have no other choice. 

They push another round of something into my port and kneels over me, giving me compressions with both hands interlocked over my chest. I feel the violent thrust force my blood through me and eventually circulate the sedative enough for me to not feel the cold AED pads being placed over my right breast and on my side under my left breast. 

Knowing that anticipatory pain is almost worst than actual pain Ari does not tell me that the shock is coming, they just shock. 

Volts of energy shoot through my chest and I feel like I’ve been shot. The sound is like two cars crashing together, the light is blinding, and the pain is indescribable. 

“I’m so sorry, you did it, that was great, I’m so so sorry” 

Another jolt goes through me, I cannot open my eyes or take a breath. I feel Ari’s mouth over mine as I take in their hot breath again. 

“Just stay with me okay”

Another jolt and everything goes black. my chest is being pounded on repeatedly and, despite my lack of consciousness they’re still talking to me. 

“Just stay with me okay, we’re going to get you to a hospital.” 

I start to hear the exhaustion in their voice as they give me two more breaths and start again. 

“Yes, we’re back here” I hear Ari say “She’s asytolic, I need someone to take over compressions.” 

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Housemates

Need to catch up! Parts 1-6 here!

Part Six- Date Night

A date with Amy was a sure thing, but what’s a guy to do when you come home and find your roommate crying on the couch….

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Steve

" I've got a date with Amy tonight."  I leaned back against the kitchen counter, keeping Eddie company as he quickly chowed down his dinner before he left for work.

" Is she the stacked redhead or the tiny blonde that you have been talking about? I can't keep up."

" The Redhead."

" Doesn't she work with you?"

" Yeah, I have been trying to get her to go out with me for a month now, she said that I make her nervous because I am such a flirt. She finally gave in to my charm."

" Which is exactly why she was afraid to date you." Eddie squinted his eyes at me. " Going out with someone you work with though, man that's risky. That can get really messy. I vowed never to fuck anyone I work with ever again. Just makes shit awkward ."

I rolled my eyes."Not if I make it 100% crystal clear what my intentions are.Nothing serious, just casual."

" Still awkward working with someone you have seen naked, just saying."

I cocked my head." Who did you sleep with?"

" Lauren. This was before the Whiskey Barrel.Remember when I worked at that Pizza place for like a month when we first moved here?"

" Oh yeah! Was she the tattoo girl or the short haired blonde girl?"

" Blonde." He finished the last bite on his plate then got up to put it in the sink." She got really clingy. I couldn't stand it. That is why I bailed on Rocco's pizza."

We heard a door open then looked up to see Mackenzie walking into the living room looking like an absolute stunner. Her long chestnut hair was down, but pulled back from her face with a barrette and she was wearing a form fitting black dress with a scooped neck and long sleeves. The hem of the dress rested a few inches above her knees. Her legs looked amazing in her heels. I was floored. I had only seen the girl in baggy clothes and wearing layers upon layers of clothing. I had no idea that that body was hiding underneath all that clothing. I had to tell myself to blink. The makeup on her face was very subtle , I don't think she really needed any at all, she was a natural beauty, but whatever she did made her big hazel eyes pop, and her pouty lips with a shimmering gloss...."Wow, Kenzie, you look beautiful." I backhanded Eddie who was gawking too.

" Yeah Sweetheart . You look amazing."

Mackenzie blushed." Thanks guys! I ,uh, actually have a date tonight. One of the girls that I work with is setting me up with her nephew." She held her hand up and twisted her fingers together." Fingers crossed." I watched her as she paced nervously back and forth, her heels clicking across the floor.

" Mac, your making me dizzy walking around in circles like that."

" I can't help it, I'm nervous! I haven't been on a date in three years." She stopped and started nibbling at her nails.

I walked over to her and lightly removed her fingertips from her mouth. I smiled down at her as she looked up at me with big wide eyes. "You don't want to ruin your lip gloss or your nail polish by chewing on your nails." I watched her sigh. I put my hands on her shoulders and gave them a squeeze." Your going to be fine. You look amazing, your sweet and charming, he's going to love you."

" And if he doesn't he's a Dickhead that doesn't deserve you anyway." Eddie walked up beside us." You look fucking stunning." He smiled and she smiled back. " Go enjoy yourself. And don't do anything I wouldn't do."

I chuckled and looked over at him. " Is there anything you wouldn't do?"

" No." He winked at Mackenzie." Good luck, I hope you get some dick tonight."

My jaw dropped and Mackenzie burst out laughing." I can't believe you just said that to her."

" It made her laugh didn't it, that was the point.Loosen her up, make her forget how nervous she is." Eddie smirked." Do you feel a little better now Sweetheart?"

She smiled and shook her head." Yes, Thank you Eddie."

He bowed dramatically and I rolled my eyes." Have a good night at work. Don't get into any trouble."

" I get more tips when I do."  He grabbed his keys off the counter and headed for the door." Have fun on your dates."

" Bye Eddie." We said in unison and we watched him walk out the door.

" Your going on a date tonight too? "

" Yeah, going out to dinner then we will see where the evening takes us."

Mac smirked at me." I have a feeling you know how this evening is going to go. So is there some kind of like bat signal that I should be looking out for so I know I won't be walking into and freaky shit when I get home?"

I laughed." No Bat signal, we try to be respectful and keep all the freaky shit in the bedroom, unspoken rule, don't have sex in the common areas, I mean we are all sharing space here."

" Sounds like an excellent rule. Oh!" She took off running into  her bedroom than returned a few moments later with something in her hand." Steve? Do you think you could help me with this?" She dangled a small gold pendant from her finger." I always have the hardest time with these clasps."

I smiled." Absolutely." I took the chain from her and brushed her hair aside, she smelled amazing and her hair was like silk. I draped it over her chest then brought it around the back to clasp it, lightly brushing her neck as I did so. She had such nice soft skin, I bet it was this soft everywhere - Jesus Christ Steven pull yourself together, this is your roommate. Strictly friends." There you go." I turned her back around to face me." Perfect."

She smiled." Thanks Steve." She fiddled with the pendant than looked at the clock." Shit! I had better get going. I don't want to be late, got to make a good first impression!"

" Have a great time. You'll have to tell me about it in the morning in case I don't see you tonight..." I raised my eyebrows and smirked.

" Enjoy your date, I hope it works out exactly the way you want it to." She grabbed her purse from the chair she had set it on and gave me a little wave before leaving. I clapped my hands together, I had the house to myself so I could take as much time to get ready as I wanted. Watch out Amy, here I come.

Dinner had gone flawlessly, we chatted and joked, I had turned on the ole Harrington charm and put her completely at ease. We saw each other at work every day so it is not like we were strangers. I learned that she had originally grown up in Indianapolis  so she had been fairly local, and that she had wanted to finally branch out on her own, be independent. She worked as a Barista during the week, like me, and had a side job waitressing on the weekends to help pay rent. She was a nice girl, a little bit ditzy, and now that she was comfortable with me she was very horny. She kept playing footsy with me under the table at the restaurant, and by that I mean she ran her foot up my leg then would brush my junk, thank god we were at a booth and not at a table. After dinner I asked her if she would like to go to a movie and she said that she would rather have me entertain her at my place, then she rubbed my thigh and kissed my neck all the whole drive home. I certainly wasn't going to complain about that.

And now here we are kissing in the hallway out infront of my apartment door, I'm struggling to get my keys out of my pocket, because I have a raging boner the fabric is pulled so tight I can't barely get my hand inside . I press her up against the door and hear her whimper.

" Hurry up Stevie, I want you so bad."

" I want you too baby, Jesus Christ-" I finally work my keys free and unlock the door. We stumble inside, I'm groping her she is groping me, her tongue is practically shoved down my throat and to be honest, it's a little aggressive but I'm going with it, I kick the door shut and we practically run into the kitchen table. It's then that I hear a noise. Crying? Is that crying?

I pull away and for the first time I notice a figure curled up in the chair in the corner of the room."Mac?"

Amy nibbled on my ear."Stevie, come on, I thought we were going to have sex?"

" Amy, baby, can you give me a minute?"

She pouted and sighed and took a seat at the table.

I turned my attention back to my roommate." Mackenzie? Are you ok?" I walked over and turned the lamp on the lowest setting. My heart broke. "What happened babe?"

Mackenzie was curled up into a ball, tear stained cheeks with trails of mascara, tissue in one hand, open bottle of wine in the other. She sniffed then took a sip right out of the bottle. "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine, I don't want to ruin your date."

" Your clearly not fine though." I looked into her sad eyes, then over to Amy who was twirling her hair around her finger. I sighed." I'll be right back."  I made my way over to my date. " Hey baby."

" Soooo, what's going on? " Amy stood up, hand on her hip. " Are we going to do this?"

I ran my hands over my face." Baby, I'm so sorry, I don't think this is going to work out tonight. I'm so, so sorry. My roommate is having some kind of crisis, I can't just leave her like that." I motioned to her sobbing the chair. I wrapped my arms around her waist." I promise I will make it up to you baby."

She sighed." You better." She stood on her tiptoes and kissed me." It's sweet that you care about your roommate, you get bonus points for that."

" Let me call you a cab. It's on me." I kissed her forehead and called Amy a taxi to take her home. I slid some cash into her pocket and walked her to the lobby, giving her one hell of a kiss to show her my appreciation for her understanding. I waited just a few minutes for the cab to come, making sure she was tucked safely inside then I headed back to the apartment. I prepared myself for the next task at hand then walked in and back over to Mackenzie. I knelt down in front of her. It hurt my feelings seeing her like this. "Ok, what the hell happened?" I took a tissue out of the box and wiped the tears from her cheeks as she sniffled. "Was he an asshole?"

" He never showed up. I sat in that restaurant for an hour and he never showed up. I was so embarrassed." She took another swig, I carefully took the half empty bottle out of her hand and set it on the coffee table.

" He never showed?"

She dabbed at her eyes." He never showed up. Every time someone would walk in alone I would think there he is and then they would walk right by me." A big tear rolled down her cheek. "What if he walked in and took one look at me and took off?"

I shook my head." Impossible, no one would take a look at you and walk away, your gorgeous." I wiped the tear off her cheek with my thumb.

"What's wrong with me Steve? How come no one wants me? "

"Aww babe, there is absolutely nothing wrong with you. You are amazing. Darren was a stupid asshole for doing what he did to you and not realizing what a gem he had. There is someone out there for you, I know it, someone that will treat you and love you the way you deserve to be treated and loved. Don't settle for anything less."

Mac sighed." I am so thankful for you guys, you have been so wonderful. I couldn't ask for better roommates.I'm just lonely, ya know? I was with Darren so long that I forgot what it was like to be single.To sleep alone. I miss being held, being close to another human being."

" I'll hold you." I looked into her pretty eyes and saw them flash in surprise."I have always been told I give the best hugs."

" For real?" She searched my eyes.

" Absolutely. I promise it won't be creepy or weird."

She smiled warily." I know, I trust you Steve. "

I stood up in front of her and offered her my hands to help her up and I watched her as she unfolded herself from the ball she was curled into and put her small hands in mine. I gently pulled her to her feet then pulled her into my embrace, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her closer. She instantly melted into me, finally getting the closeness that she had been craving.

"Thank you Steve." I could tell that she was crying again.

" Your welcome. " I squeezed her tight. "Don't cry babe. Hey ,I am always here for cuddles'Kay?" I felt her nod. " Why don't we just sit and chill on the couch?" I unwrapped her and went to sit on the couch. She dabbed at her eyes again then sat beside me.

I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. She rested her head on my chest and let out a deep breath. I kissed the top of her head and covered her up with a throw from the back of the couch.

Mackenzie tilted her head up to look at me." Your wonderful at cuddling. Thank you so much for this, you have no idea how comforting this is. "

" I'm glad I could be of assistance. I would never turn down a cuddle with a pretty girl." I smiled down at her.

" I ruined your date. I'm sorry you don't get to have sex tonight."

" It's fine. You know maybe it was a blessing in disguise.Eddie told me not to date someone I work with, that it could get really messy if it didn't work out and as much as I like her I can see how that could happen.I mean we would literally be spending all our time together and what if we got sick of each other. I mean that could get awkward-"

" Hmmm." I looked down and saw her eyes slowly closing.I brushed her hair out of her face. Poor pretty girl. It wasn't long before I heard the sound of light snores. I couldn't help but smile. One glass of wine- fine, two glasses of wine apparently extreme giggles. Almost a whole bottle of wine, crying and snoring. I still wanted to see Margarita Mac, from what I heard she can get a little wild.

I felt her snuggle into my neck, her breath warm on my skin. It wasn't long before I was warm and cozy and I felt my own eyes slowly closing.

" Hey! Harrington!" I felt someone shake my shoulder and I slowly opened my eyes. Eddie was standing in front of me eyes wide." What the fuck did I miss?" He whispered." Why are you on the couch with Mack and not in your bed with a redhead? What the fuck happened?"

I motioned for him to lower his voice."Shhh, don't wake her up! I'll go put her in her bed then fill you in."

Eddie smirked as I carefully stood up with her in my arms. She slightly stirred then wrapped her arms around my neck. I did my best to get her down the hallway without bouncing her off the walls, Eddie ran ahead and opened the door and turned down her bed.

" Got it Harrington?"

" Got it, wanna go crack us a beer and I'll be right out?"

Eddie nodded and smiled as he left the room.

I slowly lowered her down onto her comfy bed, and she stirred again, pulling me closer and placing a gentle kiss on my lips. I froze not knowing what to do. Her lips were so soft, and as much as I didn't want to I slowly pulled away. It was a completely innocent, sleepy kiss and I was sure that she probably wouldn't remember it in the morning. I carefully removed her arms from my neck and covered her up. She snuggled into her blankets and I quietly left the room. I took a moment to collect myself then walked out to the kitchen.

" All tucked in?" Eddie smiled as he popped a couple pretzels into his mouth then took a swing of beer, his after work snack.

" Yeah." I leaned back against the counter and took a sip of beer.

" So enlighten me, what the fuck happened? I was not expecting to walk in and see you snuggled up on the couch with Mackenzie. Weren't you supposed to be banging some Amy chick tonight?"

I ran my hands over my face." Yeah, that was the plan. We went to dinner, it went great, this girl was fired up dude, like running her foot up my leg at dinner, asking me if she could come to  my place after, kissing my neck and practically grabbing my dick as I drove home. So we get here, making out in the hall, get inside groping, grabbing, tongues down each other's throats, and I hear crying. Look over and there is O'Conner curled up in a ball in the chair, bawling her eyes out , drinking wine straight out the bottle. Her date stood her up, she waited an hour and the asshole never showed."

" What a Dick." He shook his head.

" She was pretty upset. I couldn't just leave her crying in the chair. I told Amy I would make it up to her, got her a cab and sent her home."

"I can't believe you turned down sex."

" Eddie, she was a mess, I'm sure the bottle of wine didn't help.She was convinced that no one wants her. I had to talk her down. Seeing her cry like that? There is no way I could have concentrated on fucking Amy knowing that Mack was that upset."

" What a blow, trying to get back into the dating scene and getting stood up."

" She's lonely. She was with Dickhead for so long, and now she's alone. She said she missed being held so I held her. It was nice. She's small and soft and she smells good. Tonight wasn't a total loss."

" She certainly looked mighty comfy. Not going to lie, I'm kind of jealous I wasn't here to rescue her tonight. She does smell good, doesn't she?"

" Yeah." I sighed. I wanted to tell Eddie about the kiss but decided against it, I didn't want to make a big deal about it."She's such a nice girl, and there are so many losers out there."

" She deserves better than what she had that's for sure. That's why I just keep it casual, you don't get your heart broken. We will just have to look out for her. If we spot an Assface we let her know."

" I don't want to see her get hurt. I feel like it's our duty to protect her. "

" Same." Eddie finished off his beer."I'm going to hit the sack. Nice job taking care of our girl tonight."

" Thanks. I'm heading to bed too. What a fucking strange night." We locked the doors and turned off the lights then went out separate ways. I fell asleep that night thinking of Mackenzie's soft kiss.

I heard a soft rustling in my room, and opened my eyes. Mackenzie was carefully setting down a plate on my nightstand with a muffin and some fruit on it. She looked bright eyed for someone that had almost polished off a bottle of wine on her own.

" Good morning."

She jumped." Shit, I didn't mean to wake you. I'm sorry."

" Don't worry about it." I sat up and rubbed my sleepy eyes." How are you feeling this morning?"

She sighed." I'm feeling like an asshole for how I acted last night. I ruined your date, cried and carried on-"

"Mackenzie please, " I put my hand on her arm and she sat on the edge of my bed." Don't apologize. Look, as I was saying last night before I realized you had so rudely fallen asleep, " I smiled at her ." I think you did me a favor. I think Eddie was right, don't sleep with someone you work with, it could get complicated."

" Its my fault you didn't get to have sex."

I shrugged." I still got to cuddle with a pretty girl so the night wasn't a total loss." I winked at her.

She smiled and blushed." You are wonderful at cuddling." She sighed." I slept amazing last night."

" That could have been the bottle of wine."

" It was you. You went over and above your roommate duties. I mean you carried me to my room."

" How do you know it was me?" I asked, desperately waiting for an answer. Did she remember that, did she remember the kiss?

" Because there is no way Eddie could carry my ass down the hallway." She laughed.

" You would be shocked , he is surprisingly strong for being so scrawny."

She smiled at me again. " Thank you again, Steve, you were so kind. I promise from now on I won't drink more then two glasses of wine."

" I have dealt with worse believe me." I picked up the muffin off the plate." It's warm."

" I made them fresh this morning, to thank you."

" What time did you get up?"

" Early."

I took a bite and moaned, " Chocolate chip? This is amazing.The chips are still melted." I closed my eyes and savored the bite.

"You guys having a party in here and forgot to invite me? "

My eyes popped open and Eddie strolled in, wearing his flannel robe and flannel pajama pants. Thank god he was awake enough to remember to put on some clothes, although he has been good about not walking around bare ass since Mac moved in. " What are you doing up so early?"

" I got a waft of something delicious coming from the kitchen earlier. Did you make this?" Eddie picked up my muffin and took a bite. He had no boundaries.

" Hey, that was mine!"

"Fuuck, this is good. Wow." He said mouth full." So, you can make these anytime."

She smiled." I'll barter, muffins for hugs."

"Sounds like a deal to me." Eddie smiled.

I rolled my eyes." I will hug you for free."

" Awww-"

" You haven't had an Eddie Munson hug yet." Eddie handed me back the half eaten muffin then opened his arms wide." Come here Sweetheart, you want a hug, I'll give you a fucking hug."

I groaned." Why are you so competitive about everything?"

Mackenzie laughed." I don't know, Steve is the best I have ever had."

I smiled widely." Put that in your pipe and smoke it Munson."

" I prefer weed in my pipe, thank you very much. " Eddie smiled." Come here Darlin, don't be afraid, I am the King of cuddles."

Mackenzie smirked and raised her eyebrow." Says the man with handcuffs hanging from his headboard? That doesn't scream warm and fuzzy to me."

I laughed and watched as Eddie  was waved his hand. " Pff, that's behind closed doors Eddie you don't have to worry about him Cupcake. Come here."

I watched her get up from my bed and fall into his arms. He folded her in ,pulling her close. I watched as she buried her face in his chest.Why the fuck did my stomach clench at the sight of them. Eddie was my boy, Mac wasn't mine. He rocked her side to side.

Mackenzie sighed, pulling away." Who needs a boyfriend when I have you guys.”

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Better Life.

Murphy MacManus x StripperReader.

Warnings: Fluff. Bad language. Awkward situations. Attempted sexual assault.

Words: 5400

Summary: Murphy just wants to help you.

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His blue eyes roam your body, confused. From the small cabin in which he hides, he watches you move, your body wiggling as the platform on which you stand rotates so that every occupied cabin can enjoy the view of your body.

And he doesn't understand why you are there.

You are young. You both must be around the same age. Why are you working on this? Why aren't you out walking with your boyfriend? Why aren't you out for coffee with your friends? Or even studying for an exam at college or running because you're late for work.

Murphy doesn't get it.

He doesn't even understand why he's there.

He discovered you that day when he was working with his brother and Rocco to get rid of some gangsters and eliminate some pervert, they broke into the booth of one of your colleagues and after Rocco touched her tit, they ran out of there, however, Murphy captured your presence in one of the cameras at the exit. The booths had a small camera that recorded fleeting seconds of what was going on inside, thus enticing customers to enter and enjoy the full show. When Murphy saw you, he couldn't look away.

It's been a couple of weeks since that, he knows your schedule, the days you work inside the booth or in other parts of the club, he follows your every move. It's almost sickening and he knows it's wrong.

But he can't control it.

He blinks as the opaque shutter covers the glass and the door latch opens ending the show. You're done for the day, tomorrow afternoon you'll be back for those pigs to touch themselves again looking at you. Low growl clenching his fists.

**

You hurry out the alley, cursing your boss as you text your sister.

"My boss is an asshole, I'll be there in twenty minutes."

"Hurry up, I have to go to work."

"Fuck!" You curse again picking up your pace.

"Ya should get another job, lass." You hear a voice in the shadows and you jump.

A boy, almost your age, is coming towards you, his blue eyes riveted on you, he's wearing a long black coat and his hands are hidden in his pockets. He almost looks like a child with that look, but something behind his pupils tells you to be careful.

"Excuse me?" You say trying to walk away.

"Y'shouldn't be workin' here, why do ya do it?" he asks again and you raise your eyebrows in surprise.

"Look, if you're a customer, I'm sorry, my shift is over."

"I'm ain't a customer." He grunts with distaste. "Aye, I've been watchin' ya, but I haven't..."

"You've been watching me? Are you a cop?" You frown and he laughs noseily.

"No, but I think ya deserve better, yer young, ya could work anywhere else than lettin' those guys drool lookin' at ya."

"Who the fuck do you think you are to tell me what to do?" you roar and Murphy realizes he's gone too far.

"H-hey, I'm sorry, I..." You turn to leave and he reaches out holding your hand.

When you turn around, Murphy at first doesn't know what hit him, a cold, acidic liquid hits his eyes making him scream in pain as the stinging sensation runs through his entire body, he lets go of you and you run away at full speed.

The brunet squats down with his hands pressing his eyes tightly shut. You've used pepper spray on him and it hurts like hell, it was humiliating to hear him scream, but he didn't expect you to attack him like that. He babbles nonsense words in all the languages that run through his mind, trying to somehow appease the pain.

It certainly wasn't a good idea to wait for you in a dark alley.

The burning sensation that invades his eyes is still there, like a dull buzzing that makes him whimper like a baby, but he controls himself, sniffles through his nose and tries not to touch his eyes, he feels that his eyeballs are dry despite all the tears he has shed, he needs to get out of there, wet his face, tear that feeling out of his body.

**********

McGinty's is the only place that pops into his mind, it would have been wiser to go straight home, take a shower and sleep until the next day. But the humiliation is almost more painful than the spray in his eyes. He just wanted to help you and you've attacked him like he's an old pervert.

He needs a beer or two.

Of course he hadn't thought about the fact that his brother, Rocco and all his friends would be there, nor that the cloud of smoke flooding the pub would aggravate the pain in his parched eyes.

"Hey, Murph, where were ya?" His brother asks when he sees him come in. "We thought ya weren't comin'." He scoffs, but his twin walks right past him into the bathroom.

That puts Connor on alert, they may seem to have a disinterested affection for each other, but anyone who knows them well knows that the McManus twins are connected and anytime something happens to one, the other reacts instantly. He leaves his cigarette and gets up from the stool going after his brother like a hurricane, Rocco a little drunk follows him because he has also seen the strange expression on Murphy's face.

When they enter the bathroom they discover the other man with his head stuck under the water tap, trying to somehow relieve his burning.

"Murphy, yer 'kay, bro?" walks Connor over to him, resting a hand on his back.

"Get off me, ain't wanna talk." He grunts rubbing his eyes any contact is abrasive.

"Hey, c'mon." He grabs his shoulder to pull him away from the water.

"I said let go of me!" he yells wanting to break free.

"Dude..." Rocco then speaks as he sees him with his eyes narrowed, swollen and totally red. "Are you crying?" He can't suppress a laugh.

A thick, deadly silence settles between the three men. Connor knows his brother well, his body language and before he launches himself at Rocco, he holds him tightly making him brace and kick like a doll in the air.

"Stoppit, both of ya! Yer gonna tell us wha' happened."

**

The laughter echoes through the pub. It's just the three of them and Doc now, but that doesn't make it any less humiliating. Murphy is cowering on his stool, swallowing his anger, listening to each laugh stab into his ears. He looks sideways at his beer, he hasn't even been able to take more than two gulps, the spray has rarefied his taste and every time he swallows it's like a nail scratching his throat.

That fucking thing is killing him.

"Some whore attacked ya in alley." Laughs Rocco again.

"What the fuck were ya doin' with a hooker, Murphy?" laughs Connor too, but he growls.

"I wasn't with her. I wanted to talk to her."

"Ya wanted to negotiate her price? She clearly wasn't gonna give y'a discount." The laughter gets louder.

"I wanted to tell her to quite it!" he roars in frustration.

Silence falls in the pub, everyone's gazes fall on him again, eyes wide open, even Doc looks surprised. The surprise on their faces is far worse than the laughter. He tenses his jaw trying not to lash out at them.

"What do ya care, Murphy? She's just a whore."

And that's the million-dollar question, the question Murphy is also asking himself and when he figures out the answer, he'll tell it to himself first. Thank you very much. But the silence seems to be enough for his brother, neither dares to open his mouth again, Rocco is chewing on a new laugh, but is unable to let it out, the atmosphere is so tense it almost hurts.

"G-guys..." Doc begins to speak.

"Is it that ya've fallen in love with her, Murph?" insists Connor and smacks him on the back of the head.

No, of course he hasn't. No. He can't be in love. You've known each other for two weeks, maybe three, you don't even know each other, he's been looking at you through a mirror for all this time, actually, if you knew that you'd possibly freak out. It would make sense to him. He just wants you to be safe.

When his brother's hand hits the back of his neck, he frowns, turns quickly, hitting him on the arm with a closed fist. Connor and Murphy are always hitting each other, absurd fights between them that never end in anything serious, yet Connor notices right away that his brother's blows increase in force with each one he unloads. He has to stop it before everything gets out of hand.

"Calm down, calm down!" Connor grabs his brother by the arm twisting him towards his back to block him and slams him against the bar of the pub. "Stop it, Murphy!"

"Let go of me!" he scrambles like an eel under his body and pulls away from his brother. "I just want to help her! Why does it gotta be so weird?"

"Because it's none of our business! Come on, yer gonna help every whore in Boston?" he says with derision and Murphy snap.

"No...just..." He huffs and shakes his head. "I'm leavin'." He doesn't say anything else, just turns and grabbing his coat walks out of the pub.

**

Connor watches his brother lying on his mattress, in that apartment they have occupied, with no walls, two old mattresses on the floor and a bunch of beers lying all over the place. Murphy's back is turned to him and he knows he's upset. As absurd and funny as it's been to tease him, Connor knows he needs to talk to his brother.

"Hey, Murphy, listen..."

"Leave me alone..."

"No, seriously, if ya really wanna help her, I'll help ya, 'kay?" he encourages him, sees his body relax to turn around and look at his brother. "Do ya know what her name is or where we can find her? Other than the club..."

"Well... I guess the name she uses at the club ain't real..."

"Oh my God, Murphy..."

"What? I said I wannna help her, not that I have some elaborate plan."

"Y'ain't gotta a fuckin' plan" He sighs. "Okay, we'll go to the club, I'm sure we'll find some info on her in some work file or somethin'."

"Okay... Yer really gonna help me?"

"Aye! Fuck, but it better be worth it. We'll have to know when it's her turn..."

"Dun think it'll be too hard..." He mutters averting his gaze.

"Why? Oh shit, Murph don't tell me... Is that where ya go every day when ya get off work?" he looks at him in disbelief. "Ya pay for it?"

"N-no... not always..." He whispers averting his gaze, "I walk into those pigs' living quarters and..."

"So what? Ya jerk off yerself ? What would our mother say..."

"No! I'm just lookin' at her..."

"Fuck Murphy, yer so fucked..."

"Fuck, shut up." He says embarrassed.

**

Connor's plan isn't too elaborate either, they show up at the club where you work with briefcase full of money they claim they want to spend with one of their girls, the club owner is willing to put you all in front of them and let them choose, but Connor was quicker insisting on going to his office. Once there they knocked him out and tied him to the chair as Murphy looked for something about you among all that pile of papers.

"I-I got it!" he shouts feeling some excitement run through him as you find some papers with your personal information there's a photo verifying that it's you and he shows it to his brother.

"Uhm, not bad, at least y'ain't gotta bad taste bro." He jokes and Murphy snorts.

"Shut up." He shushs him by pointing a piece of paper in your direction. "Okay, we can go now."

Connor nods and smacks the shop owner's head as he starts to wake up, so he can escape safely.

Once again they take refuge in McGinty's, but this time no one has eyes full of pepper spray. Murphy is holding your picture and your address in his hands, he is smoking nervously and unlike last day, he has already drunk three beers. Rocco looks at your picture over his shoulder and mumbles.

"She's hot..." He nods taking a punch from Connor.

"What the fuck, man? Shut the fuck up." He chides him, but Murphy doesn't move, his eyes riveted on your picture. "What yer gonna do now?"

"I'll go to her house, talk to her..." He bites down on his thumbnail and stubs out the nearly finished cigarette butt.

"So what? Ya expect her to spray ya with the stuff again?"

"No, but... you've seen her file, she's still young enough to find another job."

"And yer gonna give her a job?"

"Maybe here at the pub... Doc needs help..."

"That's crazy, but okay, how do ya plan to convince her?"

"I-I don't know, I'll think about it as I go along..."

Connor looked at him with some pity in his eyes, but shook his head raising his hands, giving him a free hand to do what he thought he should do. He just hoped he didn't come back with eyes like two plums again.

******

Murphy walks nervously, playing with the cigarette halfway through his fingers. He has left work accompanied by his brother, but they have separated a few streets up. Connor has insisted on going with him, helping him as promised, but Murphy wants to do this alone.

You already reacted badly once, he doesn't want his brother to suffer the consequences, if there's a second one.

Taking one last puff on his cigarette, he tosses it to the ground as he fiddles with your address between his fingers before looking up, checking to see if that's the door to your house. Blowing the smoke slowly between his lips, he moistens them with the tip of his tongue and stretches out his arm, knocking on the door.

Instinctively he takes a step back, he still doesn't have a plan or a full monologue to convince you to leave the club where you're working, but he knows that if he doesn't do it now, he'll never be able to do it and he'll spend the rest of his days watching you through that mirror in your booth.

The door then opens, Murphy fidgets nervously playing with an unlit cigarette between his fingers as he bites his thumb. His surprise is heightened when on the other side of the door a boy appears.

"Hello..." He greets him in a confused, soft voice.

A boy. No older than four or five, watching him intently from head to toe. Murphy looks at him too, trying to say something coherent.

"Hel..."

"Are you my daddy?"

Murphy chokes on his own saliva, his eyes staring wildly at him. Suddenly a doubt assails his mind - is he his father? No...it can't be. His mind begins to fill with number and memory attempts. If that boy really is about five years old, Murphy tries to figure out if he knows you from that time. But it can't be, he would recognize your face. He has to admit that the child is a copy of you, with those eyes and those features, which doesn't help him much.

No. It's impossible. He'd remember being with you. Besides, he doesn't sleep with prostitutes. Maybe you weren't a whore back then, though.

Oh God what if you got into that job because of him? What if he pushed you down that sin path?

"Ciaran!" your voice is heard from inside the house. "How many times have I told you NOT to open the door?" you walk out to meet him and look at each other. "Sorry, whatever my son said to you..."

"Don't worry, Mom, he's an asshole." He laughs with the usual mischievousness of a child as he enters the house.

"Ciaran!" You scold him.

Okay, yeah, with that shitty temper he could be his son. Or Connor's. Or Satan's himself.

"I'm really sorry..." You apologize again.

"It's okay, lass, dun worry 'bout it." He shakes his head, trying to ease your nervousness a little.

"I... wait..." You stay quiet and stare at him. "Have we met before?" Murphy pales searching his mind for an excuse, but seeing your frown he knows you've recognized him. "You're the weird guy from the alley!"

"Ain't... ain't weird..."

"How did you find my house? Have you been following me?" you cross your arms with a clearly angry expression.

"No! No, no, lass, it wasn't like that. Yer boss gave us yer address."

"My boss? What do you mean 'us'?" You look around expecting some group of people to suddenly appear.

"No, I'm alone." Try to calm down. "My brother and I found yer address in yer boss's office." He explains, but that doesn't make things any better.

"Did you find... ? What the hell is wrong with you? Are you sick?" You look at him in disbelief.

"No, I just wanted to apologize, I scared ya the other day, I didn't mean for ya to be afraid of me." He quickly apologizes, but still doesn't get too close, he's learned from the first time.

"I'm not afraid of you..." You place your hands on your waist and Murphy thinks you look cute when you're angry. He shakes his head quickly putting those thoughts out of his mind.

"Still, I'm sorry... I thought I was doing something good and..." He scratches the back of his neck.

"I didn't ask for your help, I don't even know who you are."

"Murphy." He says quickly and you frown.

"What?"

"My name is Murphy Macmanus." He introduces himself by stretching out his hand to you, but you just look at him suspiciously.

"Whatever. I'm a big girl, I know how to take care of myself, I don't know what hero complex has possessed you, but find someone else." You insist, but Murphy shakes his head again.

"That's not the point..."

"Then you really are a client. All right, what do you want? If I blow you, will you leave me alone?"

"What? No! I don't want to..." He feels the tips of his ears burning. "It's just that I think you could have a better job."

"And now you're my father." You snort in disbelief. "Look, Murphy..." This one stirs uncomfortably at the whiplash of ennui he feels when you utter his name. "The day you find a job where I can make more than three hundred dollars an hour. Let me know, until then; good morning and I hope I never see you again because next time, I'll call the police." You assure him and slam the door in his face.

His eyes are still locked on your front door. Three hundred dollars an hour? Gee, maybe he should consider quitting the meat factory himself and getting into one of those booths. He shakes his head when he hears a tapping on one of the windows and sees Ciaran leaning out of it, waving goodbye to him.

"So long, daddy." He says with derision.

He rolls his eyes and walks away, cigar in his mouth and hands stuffed in his coat pockets. He doesn't want to go see Doc and the others, knows it will be humiliating again. He grunts and diverting his path he decides to go home.

**

"Murphy!"

He has trouble focusing his gaze, he doesn't know exactly where he is, he feels hot, the music is causing his ears to ring. He shakes his head, but the dull feeling doesn't go away.

"Murphy!"

It's your voice, he's sure of it, once again he tries to focus his sight, he's stuck in a narrow, dark-walled room, there's a monitor on one side and a window in front of him. He recognizes the place, it's one of those club booths, it's your booth, he blinks several more times.

"Murphy, please!" This time your voice sounds like a plea.

He finally manages to focus his gaze, on the other side of the mirror is you, lying on the floor with a shadow over you, it looks like a man's body, but it has no real definition. But it is hurting you. You are crying and there is blood on your hands.

Murphy gets up from the chair and feels his head bob dangerously. Is he being drugged? He runs clumsily to the door and try to open it, but with no hands he can't get a grip on the knob.

"What the fuck is going on!" He yells.

"Murphy, help me!"

"Fuck!" He turns back toward the glass.

His hands ball into fists, and he tries to punch the glass, but all his movements are in slow motion and anxiety builds in the pit of his stomach.

"Please!"

"Let her go!" He shouts through the glass watching as that shadow drags you away. "Let her alone, ya son of a bitch!" he yells again.

"Murphy!" You call out to him one more time before the shadow engulfs you completely.

"NO!"

**

"NO!" A piercing scream escapes his throat as he incorporates himself on his mattress.

"What the fuck!" Startles Connor in his own bed, turning to look at him. "What the fuck is wrong with ya, man!"

He's shaking, breathing hard, his eyes wide open, a film of cold sweat running down his entire body as he tries to pull himself together.

A nightmare. It was just a nightmare.

"Murphy, help me!"

No, it's something more than that.

"Yer listenin' to me?" his brother insists.

But Murphy jumps up from his bed, putting his twin on alert. Still without opening his mouth he reaches for his clothes and quickly gets dressed, Connor is unable to get his attention, his words not reaching his ears, not reaching his brain, the beeping still constant in his head, the sight of you calling for help the only thing he sees. He puts on his coat, grabs his gun and runs out of the apartment slamming the door.

"Murphy! Murph!" He calls out to him once more to no avail.

Murphy runs at full speed, his heart pounding in his chest, panting like a wounded animal, but he doesn't stop. The club where you work is some distance from his house, he has to hurry. The images, your cries for help, keep torturing his mind and his legs pick up speed.

Slipping on the ground, he circles the building as the neon lights greet him. He looks for the back door to the alley where he waited for you the other day and enters like a hurricane when one of the girls comes out, he pushes her, but doesn't stop to beg for forgiveness nerves tighten his throat like a noose.

"Asshole!" He hears her say behind his back.

He stumbles over several more girls, but finally makes it to your booth. He struggles with the door you enter and exit through, and when it opens, the girl inside freaks out, covering her body with her hands.

"Where is she!" He shouts nervously.

"W-who?" she asks frightened and when Murphy says your name she trembles. "A-a client requested her... in the upstairs rooms."

"Fuck!" He howls closing the door again and runs up to the second floor.

Along the way he encounters several security men, but he doesn't have time to argue with them, he knocks them out with an accurate punch to the jaw leaving them lying on the floor. When he reaches the second floor he hears your screams.

His pupils dilate and contract from adrenaline and rage. He draws his gun running down the hallway to the room the screams are coming from, tense his jaw and kick the door down.

The man above you startles getting up not expecting such an abrupt interruption. Murphy enters, pistol raised, and fires. He fires until he empties the clip into the body of the man who jerks with each new shot until he falls to the floor in a pool of blood. Murphy's vision is blinded by rage, breathing like a bull, his hands shaking.

He hears sobbing on the bed and everything inside him seems to change. He lowers the gun and his gaze sweeps around the room until he discovers you, lying on the bed, curled in on yourself, hands covering your ears.

"God, lass." He walks over to you, holstering the gun and grabs your wrists to get your attention.

"Don't do anything to me, please." You plead with tear-filled eyes, your makeup smearing black on your cheeks.

"No, no, it's okay, it's me; Murphy." He shushes you to look at him, surprise filling your face and he feels anger bubbling under his skin again. "Fuck, lass, what has he done to ya?" he whispers caressing your cheek.

Your left eye is bruised, your cheekbone is beginning to swell, your lip bears a cut that won't stop bleeding. That son of a bitch has gone overboard with you and no one has even tried to come to your aid.

If he could, Murphy would reduce that place to ashes with all of them in it.

"M-Murphy?" you whisper and he comes back to Earth.

"I'm here, come on...I'll get ya out of here." He promises you by quickly taking off his coat and throwing it over your shoulders.

Truth be told he hadn't even noticed your nakedness, barely a gold colored bra covers your breasts and your panties are torn and halfway down your thighs, but he doesn't seem to have reached out to touch you, which relieves him somewhat. Murphy helps you out of bed, trying not to scare you any more than you are he gets rid of your torn underwear and buttons all the buttons of his coat, it remains over your body like a huge heavy dress, but at least it covers up what that animal has tried to do to you. One of the girls then peeks through the door and Murphy raises his gun, it's unloaded, but she doesn't have to know that.

"You better get her out of here quick, they're coming." She warns him and gestures to him pointing to another emergency door.

"Thanks." He whispers putting the gun away and scoops you up in his arms carrying you out of the premises.

**

You still haven't said anything. You haven't opened your mouth since Murphy has carried you out of the premises in his arms. You haven't even protested not knowing where he was taking you, you haven't even asked him to put you down so you could go home. Your mind is off, you feel nothing except the pain in your face and hands. Murphy has discovered when he arrived at the apartment your red, slightly burned hands from holding on tightly to something trying to get away from that man.

Connor moves around you nervously, worried, angry. Not with you, he doesn't even know you, not with Murphy, he's proud of him because he saved you, he's pissed off with that bastard, although his twin has already taken care of him, disgusted with the society that exists today that allows that kind of thing. He snorts and mumbles through his teeth, handing Murphy a packet of peas wrapped in a towel.

His brother is cleaning the wounds on your hands with a damp towel, carefully cleans blood and checks that the abrasions are not important, no doubt you have fought against that guy, but he was too big for you alone.

"Here, or that eye will end up worse than it is." Connor tells and he nods placing the ice carefully on your cheek.

You finally react; a hiss escapes between your lips as you close your eyes, furtive tears escape without your permission, but you've struggled enough, you feel physically and mentally exhausted.

"I'm sorry..." Murphy whispers knowing he's hurt you. You open your eyes to look at him again, he gives you a small smile, it's sad and forced, he feels sorry for you, for what has happened to you, you don't deserve it and he couldn't help it.

"Why...?" You start to speak but your throat stings with every word.

"Don't talk, just shake yer head, okay?" he asks you and the confusion gets bigger. "Did he touch ya?" he asks you and suddenly the confusion turns to embarrassment. "I need to know, love..."

"Why? you've already killed him..."

"Aye, but I need to know if we should take ya to the hospital. If that pig has laid more than a hand on ya..."

"No... it didn't come to that, he was going overboard and I told him to stop... then he hit me and... and the whole thing was a mess."

"It's okay, it's okay." He shushes you again and gently hugs you, rocking you in his arms. "It's over now... they won't touch ya again." He promises you.

Connor watches the whole situation silently, at some distance, afraid to spoil the moment. He's never seen his brother emotionally attached to anyone but him, he finds it curious to see him with a girl, it's not like there's never been one, that's absurd, but it's always been a passing thing and Murphy has easily forgotten about it, as he himself has with his own experiences, but this is different. He really wants to protect you.

"How did you know where I was?" You ask him and Connor raises his head, he wants to know too.

"I just felt it." Murphy says with a shrug and his brother rolls his eyes. Now he's going to get cocky.

"You felt it?"

"Yeah." He shrugs and chews his lip a few times. "I went to see you and in your booth was another girl, so I asked your roommates and they told me you were up there." He explains, lying to you and Connor raises his eyebrows in surprise.

He's not going to tell you anything about his dream, some poetic bullshit about you calling for help and him coming to your rescue on his white horse? Wow, he's impressed.

"Oh, shit, Ciaran..." You say taking the pea bag out of your eye and look around. Murphy shakes his head.

"Sorry, lass, I didn't take anything from the room." He apologizes, but pulls a cell phone out of his pocket. "Here, use mine."

"Thanks..."

Murphy gets up from the floor to give you privacy as he picks up everything he's used to dress your wounds and walks to the other side of the open floor to throw away the gauze and looks to stop to prepare something to eat.

"Ciaran?" Connor asks him in a low voice.

"It's her son." He explains without looking at him.

"Oh shit, she has a son?" he speaks again in a low voice looking in your direction.

"A little five year old demon...I think." He mutters pulling out a pot and filling it with water.

Connor looks at him raising his eyebrows, but he responds by shaking his head, downplaying it, even he doesn't know how to explain it. He looks in your direction again, you're holding the phone to your ear and Connor can see perfectly well how your face suddenly changes.

"Ciaran..."

"Mom?" asks the boy on the other end of the line.

"Hi, honey, tell your aunt to put on, please." You ask and wait for your sister to answer.

"May I know where you are, you should have been back an hour ago." It's the first thing you hear.

"I'm sorry, there's been a problem at the club..." You lie, rubbing your forehead.

"A problem? What happened? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, just... can you stay with Ciaran tonight, please?" You ask licking your lip and hiss as you feel the sting of your wound.

"S- sure, you know it's no problem, but..."

"I'll tell you tomorrow, seriously. Thanks." You say goodbye to her and hang up before she asks any more questions.

"Are you okay?" Murphy asks you and you shake your head.

"Go with her, I'll handle this." Connor tells you and Murphy walks over to you again, sits down next to you and carefully pulls you into a hug.

*********

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