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What If They Were Fathers?

Type of Writing: #5 - Poll Result Characters: Bonten! Manjiro Sano, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Kakucho, and Hajime Kokonoi Name: What If They Were Fathers? Original Poll Link: Here

A/N: The Reader is FEMALE in this, since they're pregnant and whatnot.

WARNING! This contains: Mentions of drugs, overdoses, alcohol addiction, and drug addiction

Spoilers for: Bonten Arc

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🍵 It shocked Mikey enough that you still loved him even though he wasn't the same happy-go-lucky boy he was years ago, instead, he grew into a emotionless and dead-appearing individual

🍵 So, when he heard that you were pregnant, he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel a small bit of love grow inside his now cold-heart

🍵 Mikey was very good when it came to caring for you during your pregnancy, he would have the others go get you things you needed, since he suspected someone was after him and you

🍵 After all, being pregnant slows down a woman from whooping ass

🍵 It was surprising, but, when you went into labor and you were yelling at him as he tried calming you down, Mikey stayed as calm as ever

🍵 He would slightly flinch at the loud screams of pain you let out, and he was honestly kinda scared he may lose you when the gang's doctor rushed you to lay down and stay calm

" Mr. Sano, sir, would you like to hold your baby? "

🍵 Looking behind him, he stared at his first child, a son, and he felt a shimmer of happiness and sadness rush through him at the same time, it reminded him of when he first met Emma, how he cared for her automatically without any reason

🍵 As he held your baby, he let a tear rush down his cheek as you chuckled at his small moment of vulnerability, something he swore he would never show was in-fact showing, he was still human inside

🍵 Now, while your son grew up, Mikey was a hint of a helicopter-father, he runs a very dangerous organization, one that is being hunted by authorities constantly, and he had enough to do when worrying about you, but, his son was so similar to younger him

🍵 The boy would run up to strangers and make them laugh without a care in the world as Mikey would hide himself deeper in a hoodie while you got your son back to you guys

🍵 But, despite many beliefs, he's a decent father

🍵 Mikey would put some things behind and would play with his son, for example, if his son wanted to mess around with some sock puppets and make a story, Mikey would indulge him and mess with him, making his voice deepen and rise for his son's laugh to erupt

🍵 He does have his faults though, as his work can end up making his son mature faster than a child should, or he could end up saying or doing something that upset you, making his son start disconnecting with him

🍵 Overall, he's a 7.5/10 father, he's good in certain situations and bad in others

🔪 Sanzu and you have known one another for years, planting the first time you ever met nearly 10 years prior to this one

🔪 When he went through the years of torturous addictions, whether it be to alcohol or drugs that he somehow got a hold of through means even you didn't know of, you were always there to pull him away

🔪 Because of those issues, he had no idea why you settled for him of all people, you were so beautiful, you could've gotten with any other member of Bonten, maybe even his own boss

🔪 But, you settled with him, the guy who had nearly overdosed from his drugs and alcohol multiple times

🔪 While pushing those hateful thoughts of himself to the back of his brain, Sanzu had gone through multiple attempts of rehabilitation, and after a few failures and your threat of leaving him, he began taking it seriously, he loves you and he needs you to be there

🔪 It took a while, but, once he made it to your first milestone of a year of sobriety, you gave him a reward, which led to something bigger than expected

🔪 You had gotten pregnant, leaving Sanzu is shock, and his brain nearly, nearly, slipped away to him grabbing a large bottle of whiskey and wine mixed with a large bag of his old drugs

🔪 In the midst of his panic-attack, it took Kakucho's words of affirmation with his boss' assurance of him getting a form of paternity leave to just calm him down

🔪 He takes excellent care of you during your pregnancy, and that carried onto him as a father, to a degree, that is

🔪 When you went into labor, he was panicking badly, he had nearly passed out when you began to scream in pain, and during this mass of chaos, the doctor had to usher Ran and Rindou to take him out of the room

🔪 Hearing your screams of agony stop made his heart sink, what happened? Were you okay? How was his baby? Oh God, what if he lost you and the baby?! How would he live with himself?!

" Mr. Haruchiyo, your wife and daughter are in perfect condition. Would you like to come and see them? " " Yes! I- I mean, yes, please. "

🔪 When he held your daughter for the first time, he swore on his life he would protect you guys from everything, including himself. And, that day, he swore to stay sober for good. No fuck ups this time, he couldn't, no, he wouldn't risk harming his child and his own wife

🔪 Ever since your daughter was born, the rest of Bonten began to hide their deals from your home more often, by orders of Mikey, since, he knew how a traumatizing childhood can affect someone

🔪 Sanzu loves to play with her, for example, at just a few months old until she was around maybe seven years old, he would pick her up and toss her in the air for him to catch

🔪 Unlike Mikey, Sanzu doesn't really fear anyone harming his child, if they were a boy that is, he has a full-fledged belief that boys are far more feared than women, so, whenever his daughter starts talking to a stranger, he glares from behind her to make sure that random guy didn't even attempt touching her

🔪 He definitely tries holding back his tears during her first day of school, or really during any massive part of her life, especially when she graduated and moved out, his baby was so old now... he's getting back pain!

" Dad... I'm just moving across the street in another apartment, don't worry! I'll come see you and Mom whenever I can! Please don't cry! " " I'm not crying about that! Your Mother swat a fly earlier, I feel bad for the fly! "

❤️‍🔥 This guy is the definition of husband and father material, that I cannot deny

❤️‍🔥 When you guys started dating, he always had the idea of your future, from marriage to having children, whenever he would come home from a fight all injured, he would ask you if this was what you really wanted

❤️‍🔥 Did you really want to be with him? For crying out loud, he could get possibly killed at any time! This especially set in when you guys lost Izana (I believe that still happens... correct me if I'm wrong!)

❤️‍🔥 It still shocks him to this day on the fact you married him, he worked for Bonten, a gang very well known for their heinous actions, all members, including Kakucho himself, have done horrible things, how could you look him in the eye, nonetheless propose having children?

❤️‍🔥 You really surprise him at every turn, don't you?

❤️‍🔥 He smiled and gave you the thumbs up. Thankfully, it didn't take very long for you to find out you were pregnant, and as your stomach grew, he read many books on parenthood, he couldn't risk his child having a childhood as rough as he did

❤️‍🔥 When you went into labor, he was scared out of his mind, all of a sudden the floor was wet and you were heaving over in pain, leaving him to carry you bridal-style as he ran to Bonten's doctor

" I think they're in labor, Doctor! " " Girls! Get her in the delivery room, stat! "

❤️‍🔥 Hearing you scream in pain made him flinch as Kokonoi and Takeomi tried keeping him from busting down the door to comfort you

❤️‍🔥 Once the doctor came outside of the room and asked for him to come inside, he burst past the man dressed in scrubs and hugged you as you laid on the bed with a blanket in your arms

❤️‍🔥 You hushed him and held up your baby girl's head, and when your husband laid eyes on his daughter, he began to tear up, he really started crying was when she gripped his finger with her tiny fist

❤️‍🔥 You guys really made this? How surprising is this, huh?

❤️‍🔥 As your son grew up, Kakucho adores messing with her hair, he always had his in a buzz-cut as he grew older, so, whenever she asked for him to braid her hair when she was small, he obliged and gave her such a cute hairstyle!

❤️‍🔥 Kakucho obligates his family in first place alongside his work, though, since he was one of the top four people in Bonten, he got quite busy, but, he always tries pushing it all away as best as he could

❤️‍🔥 Thankfully, Mikey was more lenient with that since he knew of Kakucho's family-oriented life

❤️‍🔥 He is definitely one of the best fathers in the Tokyo Revengers Universe, he wants his child to grow up in a world where they feel wanted, and that roots deep with his own childhood

❤️‍🔥 This guy is also very protective, he's lost so many people, his best friend, Izana, for example

❤️‍🔥 Anyone tries harming his daughter, there will be hell to pay.

�� Kokonoi, much like Kakucho, is still surprised that you wanted to be with him, but, he's also surprised that he was still with you... he believed that after the loss of Akane that he would never love again

💰 Thankfully, when you came into his life during the earlier years of Bonten to help with some issues with relations between gangs, Kokonoi began to bond with you

💰 When he asked you to marry him after a few months of dating and a couple weeks of courting, he remembers exactly how you smiled when you confirmed you wanted the same as him

💰 Kokonoi has enough resources to care for his family, so, when you proposed having children, he wasn't very worried about expenses, this guy knows so many ways of making money that even the richest people in the world would be baffled

💰 He was very excited when you found out you were having a baby, nonetheless when it was found out to be twins

💰 During your early months of pregnancy, he would grab everything for female babies and male babies, since the gender was hard to tell until your fifth month

💰 This guy was on cloud nine when notified you were both genders

💰 Now he doesn't have to worry about Mikey being mad that he bought so much male and female items for these babies

💰 Anyways, when you eventually went into labor, Kokonoi was as calm as a butterfly on the outside, while on the inside he was like a swarm of angry geese, thoughts flying faster than the snitch in Harry Potter

💰 He stayed in the room with you, allowing you to squeeze his hand, despite the immense pain you were bringing to his hands, he probably was getting bruises from your hold

💰 When the sounds of your first baby's cries entered his ears, he swore he forgot all about the pain in his hands, but, when his daughter came out just a few minutes later, his heart swooned

💰 If you've seen Friends, you might be familiar when Frank Jr. ran out to the gang and was yelling about his first child's birth, oh yeah, he definitely does that

" Yes! We have the first one down! I cannot believe I have a son... oh God! I have a Hajime Jr.! " " Has your wife even agreed to that name, Kokonoi? " " Nope! "

💰 Kokonoi held his son, whom you had to turn down his ideas of naming him Hajime Jr., and you held your daughter, and you had to turn down him naming her Sanzu-ia, he loves pissing Sanzu off too much...

💰 As your babies grew up, Kokonoi spoiled them beyond belief, and you had to hold him back from doing something stupid, like buying a TV show because his little baby girl wanted to meet a character she loved

💰 While the two grew up, he, much like Sanzu, cries at mass events for them, but, unlike Sanzu, he doesn't try holding himself back from showing his emotions to his children, prompting their embarrassment and you laughing at their antics

" Dad... please stop crying, God you're so embarrassing me... " " I can't! My babies are growing up so fast! Can you believe that just eighteen years ago you're mother was pushing you out of her- " " DAD! "

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phoward89 · 3 months

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Summary: When Coriolanus signs you out of the hospital to bring you to his Corso penthouse, you see a glimpse of his dark side. Will that glimpse make you run away from him or to him?

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Coriolanus Snow is his own warning! Possessive!Coriolanus, Obsessive!Coriolanus, DelusionalCoriolanus, Dark!Coriolanus, Soft Dark!Coriolanus?, Head Gamemaker!Coriolanus, Mentions of death, Mentions of planning murder, Mentions of cheating/infidelity (not on reader), Mentions of poison, Large age gap/difference (Coriolanus is 33 while reader is 18), Manipulation, Groping, Slapping, um...trying to think of anything else.

Here's the 2nd part of Forever & Ever, My Darling Rose. I gave the Reader a last name, Halvir, in this just to make some scenarios etc a bit easier to write. But the Readers first name is up to you lovely and wonderful readers to come up with.

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Chapter 2:

Coriolanus marched towards the nurses’ station with a haughty airs to him. He gave off an entitled, but dangerous aurora that had the nurses shaking in their white nursing hats. He'd threatened to kill every single one of their loved ones (friends, family, pets, estranged family, etc) if something happened to you and the nurses were terrified that he'd make good on that promise. Considering you went out of your mind with a nightmare and cornered yourself into your room, resulting in him being called there to calm you down, the nurses were fearful.

The nurses quickly grabbed their charts and scurried off, excuses that they had to check on patients echoed into the air, as the head gamemaker got closer to the front desk. Patients that are most likely asleep since it was nearly 3 in the morning. Yes, the nurses left their charge nurse behind to deal with the wrath of Coriolanus Snow. The nurse assigned to you was the first to bolt.

“I'm signing Y/N Halvir out since your staff is too incompetent to properly care for a victor.” Coriolanus firminly told the charge nurse as he came to a stop right at the desk she was sitting behind, all by herself since the staff abandoned her to face a fate worse than death alone.

The charge nurse refused to meet Coriolanus’ eye while tentatively informing him, “Head Gamemaker Snow, sir, it's ill advised to sign her out. She hasn't been checked by a doctor and she seems to be dealing with some post traumatic stress.”

Wrong Answer. Coriolanus was outraged that some old nurse had the gall to tell him that he couldn't do what he felt best for his, HIS, darling rose. What did that old hag know? If it wasn't for her calling him, you would've hyperventilated and passed out from sheer fear in the corner of your room.

A private room that he was footing the bill for, by the way.

Well, looks like he'll just have to make the charge nurse’s loved ones disappear for her lack of skills tending to you. He'll also find out who was your assigned nurse, make that useless twit disappear along with her loved ones. Well, the Citadel could always use some more lab rats to conduct mutt experiments on.

“It may be ill advised, but I assure you that I am signing Y/N Halvir out of this hospital and taking her with me, where she'll be properly cared for.” He calmly told the nurse as his cold blue eyes cut her down. Leaning down over the desk, causing him to be face to face with the old nurse, Coriolanus hissed, “Your insubordination has won your son, a doctor, and his family a transfer to District 6. Seems like the hospitals there are in need of more doctors due to the rise in morphling addiction amongst the district citizens. It's such a shame that both of your grandchildren, a boy and a girl, will now be eligible for the Hunger Games as District 6 citizens.”

The charge nurse shook with fear as she pleaded, “Please, Head Gamemaker Snow, don't do that. Please, don't be so harsh.” Quickly, she worked on her computer while adding in, “I'm printing out the discharge paperwork now, just don't send my family away to District 6.”

Coriolanus just stood up straight, his full height of 6’0 towering over the charge nurse as she sat at the desk, typing and clicking away at the computer. He didn't say a word to her, just stared her down with cold, dead, blue eyes.

The charge nurse swallowed down a sick feeling that was welling up while rising from her seat to scurry over to the printer. She silently prayed to the printer, which was growling louder than a feral animal, to hurry up and spit out the paperwork for your discharge.

Coriolanus grew bored waiting for the necessary paperwork for your release. So bored that he was tapping his shiny black shoes against the linoleum floor.

Click, click, click. Click, click, click. Click, click, click. Click, click, click. Click, click-

“Here’s that paperwork for you to sign.” The charge nurse told Coriolanus while hurrying over to him. Quickly she placed the paperwork on the desk before grabbing a pen from the cup on top of the desk. “And here's a pen, sir.” She practically threw the pen at him.

“Thank you, but your family's still headed to 6.” He simply said while signing and initialing the stack of paperwork he was given. It seemed a bit of an overkill in his opinion.

The nurse turned as white as a sheet upon hearing Coriolanus’ words, but she didn't dare try to fight him on it. Her family's fate was sealed by the sadistic head gamemaker, a man whose temperament was worse than his father, the late General Crassus Snow.

Once Coriolanus was finished with your paperwork, he left the front desk without so much as a thank you or a goodnight to the nurse, and returned to your room. You were sitting on the bed watching some late night rerun on Capitol tv whenever he entered your room. Looking between you and the tv, he chuckled, “You like the god awful cooking show where the chef curses out his potential staff?”

“We only get 3 channels on our tv back home in District 12 and this is one of the channels.” You explained to him while he made his way further into the room. Truthfully, you were lucky to even have a tv since you lived in the Seam. Your brother Rein and his girlfriend, Ashlie, had scrimped and saved for years to be able to buy the thing. It was small and second hand; only picked up 3 channels. The Capitol News, Capitol Movie Classics, and Capitol Channel 3. You wished there were more channels, but you were grateful for the ones you had. Most people in the Seam didn't even have that. You know that your neighbor, Corbin, and his Auntie (a mining widow) didn't even have a tv.

As Coriolanus placed your paperwork down on your side table, you stared right at the tv (as the top chef called one of his potential staff a stupid fucking donkey for burning a risotto) and honestly revealed, “Plus watching all of these chefs get cursed out and treated horribly by their potential boss reminds me that somebody out there has it worse than me. Even though I live in the Seam with my coal miner brother and his girlfriend, who's a local barmaid at the hob, nobody's ever treated me as horribly and rudely as that award winning chef treats the people competing on his show for a job in his restaurant.”

“Hmmm…” Coriolanus hummed. Standing by your side, he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear while asking, “And what of your mother?”

“I haven't seen her since she ran off when I was 5 and Rein was 15.” You flatly remarked.

“I see.” The platinum blonde man nodded. He felt rage boil in his cold, icy veins. How could somebody leave you as a child? You were so perfect, so innocent. You didn't deserve to be willingly abandoned by your mother. Oh, if he ever got a hold of that useless bitch she was dead. He'd make sure that she died a torturous death too.

“You signed me out AMA?” You asked, glancing over the form that was on your side table

“Yes, I signed you out against medical advice because the staff here is doing you, my darling rose, more harm then good. They're too incompetent to care for my Victor and you, Y/N, deserve nothing but the best care.” Moving to the wardrobe in the corner of the room, he told you, “I had your reaping dress cleaned and brought here for you when you were admitted. I thought you'd feel more comfortable in that than your uniform from the arena.”

“Thank you, Head Gam-Coriolanus. I appreciate it.” You thanked him, a bit nervous about what name to call him. In the end you decided to just call him Coriolanus, but it still felt heavy and wrong on your tongue.

“Please, just call me Coryo.” He countered while crossing the room with your simple cotton floral dress in hand. “Now let's get you out of your hospital gown and into your pretty dress so we can go home.” He suggested while coming to a stop right at your bedside.

Instead of standing and stripping naked like Coriolanus thought you'd do, you arched a brow at him instead only to ask, “Home? But I thought you were taking me to a penthouse here in the Capitol?”

“I am taking you to the Corso penthouse which is now your new home, my darling rose.” He slowly explained to you, as if you were a small child, while placing your dress down on the bed. Shaking his head, he grabbed your upper arm and pulled you to stand up.

“What the hell are you doing, Coriolanus?!” You shrieked, pulling away from him as he started to untie your hospital gown.

Grabbing you roughly by the upper arms and turning you to look at him, he stared down at you with cold, icy eyes. “I'm tired and want to go home and get some sleep. You will be a good girl and let me help you change.”

You tried to break his hold while assuring him, “I can get changed myself. You can go wait in the hall, Coriolanus.”

“No, my darling rose, you can't. Now, be a good girl and let me help you so we can get out of here.” He told you in a tone that was sickeningly sweet.

“Corio-” You began to protest, only for him to slap you across the face.

Tears welled up in your eyes as your hand automatically flew up to cradle your stinging cheek.

“I told you to be a good girl and let me help you, Y/N.” He sighed.

“You hit me…” You trailed off in shock as tears spilled down your cheeks.

“Oh, my darling rose, I didn't mean to hurt you.” The pretty platinum blonde man cooed while prying your hand away from the cheek that he’d struck in his frustrated anger. His blue eyes raked over your cheek, which was raw and red from the slap. Seeing your tears rolling hotly down your cheeks turned him on, as horrible as that sounded. Brushing his knuckles along your puffy cheekbone, that would surely bruise within an hour or so, he softly said, “I don't like brats and backtalk, Y/N. If only you were a good girl then I wouldn't have slapped you.”

His words left your mind going a mile a minute. So, wait, it was your fault he slapped you? All because you didn't want his help changing? That didn't make sense. Should it make sense?

You were drawn out of your mental musings whenever you felt Coriolanus’ tongue lap up the tears along your cheek. Your breath hitched at the action. Your felt a tightness in your chest and a fluttering in your lower belly as he tilted your face to lick the tears of your untouched cheek.

As his tongue traced your cheekbone, lapping up the salty tear stains on your skin, you felt a tingle in your core. Oh no. You can't have this reaction to him. It's wrong; he’s a married man and older than you. Hell, he's even older than your older brother.

Even though you knew being turned on by him was wrong, it didn't stop you from rubbing your thighs together.

When he pulled away from you, he gave you a lined smile and suggested, “Now that we have an understanding, let's get you in your pretty dress so we can go home.”

Your head was fuzzy with want and you had a slight ache in between your legs, so you were in no shape to protest or fight back. “Okay.” Your breath was shaky as you nodded. “Okay.”

“Seems like I have quite the effect on you, my darling rose.” Coriolanus smirked as his nose ran along your jawline. Your heartbeat was beating quickly, perhaps too quickly, while you felt heat pool in between your legs. Oh god, you've never felt like this before (yea, you've been turned on before, but not to the point where you felt uncomfortable and wanted to rip your hair out) and it both startled and excited you.

He licked the shell of your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine. “I must confess, Y/N, that you also have quite the effect on me.” He whispered into your ear before pulling away and leaving you to stare up at him with shock all over your face. “Don't look so shocked, my darling. You’re very beautiful and you're resilient; a victor.”

Turning you around, he gently untied your hospital gown as if he was untying the bows to his favorite piece of lingerie. When he was done, he spun you around, nearly knocking you off balance and slid the gown off your shoulders. Your eyes darted to the floor as your breasts were exposed to him. You felt so small under his gaze and towering form as he slid the gown the rest of the way off you.

“You have such nice tits.” Coriolanus smiled in awe, lust shining in his eyes, as he began to palm your nice tits.

“Coriolanus-” You started, only for him to cut you off with the request of, “Coryo, call me Coryo.”, as he began to run his thumbs over your nipples while cupping your tits in his large, calloused hands.

“Coryo, we can't do this here. We're in my hospital room.” You told him despite his actions causing you to get even wetter then you already were between your legs.

“It's a private room, my darling rose. I paid enough for it, so I don't see the harm in us getting my money's worth.”

What the hell did he mean by that? Did he seriously want to mess around in your hospital room? Oh no. No, no, no. No. You're drawing that line at that.

Your hands wrapped around his wrist as you told him, “I just want to get out of here, Coryo. You promised to take me home, remember?”

You prayed that your words knocked some sense into him because you didn't want your first time doing sexual things to be in a hospital room, where a nurse could walk in at any time, with him (he was a married man for God's sakes!).

His demeanor deflated and he sighed, “Yes, my darling rose, I did promise you that didn't I?”, while pulling away from you. He grabbed your dress from the bed and motioned for you to lift up your hands.

“What about my underwear?” You asked, feeling a bit exposed as Coryo looked you up and down with a hungry glint in his eye. It was as if he was a starving man and you were a juicy steak ready to eat.

“You don't need them, darling. Once we get to our penthouse you'll be changing into a shirt to sleep in anyways.” He explained while motioning, once again, for you to lift your arms. This time you obeyed him and he pulled your best floral dress over your head. He smoothed it out, only to press a kiss to your forehead and smile. “You're all ready to go, my Victor.”

The car ride to the luxury penthouse seemed to take ages. You were alone with Coriolanus since he was driving and it made you feel a bit uncomfortable. After what happened in your hospital room (him stripping you and groping your boobs) you didn't think it was a good idea to be alone with him. He was married and you didn't want to lose your innocence, all of your firsts, your virginity to a man that would never be yours no matter the chemistry or effect you had on each other.

You were staring aimlessly out the window when Coryo startled you by placing a hand on your thigh. You didn't say a word, just sighed uncomfortably.

Looking over at you with a worried expression, Coriolanus asked, “What's wrong, Y/N? You seem troubled.”

Pulling your eyes off the window, you snapped your head to look at the platinum blonde in the driver's seat and honestly told him how you felt. “You shouldn't be resting your hand on my thigh, Coryo. You’re married.”

The gold ring on his finger mocked him as it shines against the red and cream floral fabric of your dress. He never had anyone turn him down because of that thin gold band he was branded with by saying ‘I do’ to Livia Cardew, well that is until now. Coriolanus knew that you were young and innocent from District 12 so the thought of being a mistress would horrify you. He knew that he had to ease your worries, so he simply told you, “Don't worry about my wife, darling. I’m taking care of everything; she won't be my wife much longer.”

“I wasn't aware ya’ll were having marriage problems. The Capitol gossip rags make it seem like the marriage is a happy one.”

“Things aren't always as they seem here in the Capitol, my darling rose.” He told you before correcting your grammar with a stern, “And it's I wasn't aware that you were having marital problems.” Patting you on the thigh as he switched lanes, he explained, “You're not in District 12 anymore and since you'll be staying here in the Capitol for a while it's best that you learn how to speak properly; like a Capitol citizen.”

You didn't say a word, just numbly nodded. You never thought that staying in the Capitol while Victor’s Village and your house was constructed meant changing how you talked. You never thought you talked strange, well until now. “Do I sound weird when I talk, Coryo?” You asked, staring at the side of his face as he drove.

“No.” He shook his head. “We just need to work on some small grammar errors here and there, but no, darling, you sound just fine when you talk.”

“Oh…” You trailed off, turning your attention back to looking out your window.

He gave your thigh a gentle squeeze, “You're a rose that just needs some extra pruning and tender care, but fortunately for you I'm an excellent gardener that favors white roses.” His thumb grazed your thigh as he explained, “White roses are the perfect symbol of purity and perfection.” As he pulled up to a large building, his baritone heavily hung in the air with the meaningful words of, “Unblemished; untouched, just like you, my darling rose.”

But how long would you be Unblemished and untouched? Would he take your innocence as soon as you entered the penthouse or would he wait until he was free from his wife? The bigger question was did you even want him to take your innocence? To give you all of your first experiences with a man? Now that was the million dollar question you didn't have an answer for. Or maybe you did, but didn't want to acknowledge it.

AN: Did anyone catch the tv show easter egg I threw in there?

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artbyblastweave · 10 months

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Sir. Ma’am. I’m afraid there’s no easy way to tell you this. We think your son may be a nascent utility monster. We saw him out in the schoolyard with the other children today, stomping ants. All of the children were all stomping ants but he seemed to be deriving a much, a much deeper and more visceral joy from each individual stomped ant, than any of the other children were deriving. Lots of little signs like that. Anyway. We might be morally obligated to get him addicted to heroin

#shitpost

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piratefishmama · 1 year

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Crashed the wedding, Part 7

Eddie had no grand speech prepared, he had nothing, his whole job was to wing it, which was probably a good thing because anything he’d have prepared to say, would have flown right out of the metaphorical window when he saw Steve.

He’d only just managed that witty quip as he Aragon’d his way through those doors, all the breath just taken right out of him god he was still as beautiful as the day Eddie left, nine years hadn’t touched him at all. His hair still impossibly perfect, even though he’d clearly not put much effort into it for the day, his glasses still made him look like the cutest pre-school teacher ever, and the moles.

Lord have mercy on his poor soul, the moles. He was too gay for this. He just wanted to skip everything, get directly to wrapping Steve up in the cosiest of sweaters, and handing him the tastiest mug of hot cocoa like he deserved, and just cuddling him for the rest of his life.

“E-Excuse me sir, we hadn’t actually gotten to that part yet” The reverend’s voice hesitantly cut through the silence that seemed to carry on for way longer than intended. The man choosing not to mention that the senior Harringtons had instructed him to remove the offer to the guests to object from the ceremony speech citing that they wouldn’t need it.

“Yeah well, it’s not like I had a damn invitation to sit in and wait, did I?” Eddie snapped right back, shaking himself up. He had a job to do, a love of his life to rescue, and no goddamn idea as to how he was supposed to do that if Steve wasn’t reacting in any way other than just staring at him with wide-eyed, open-mouthed surprise.

“What the hell is he doing here?” Steve heard from his left, turning to find his father’s face had turned a curious shade of red in apparent anger. The man quickly turning his eye onto his son hissing “did you have something to do with this?” At him. God Steve wished. He’d have given anything to have had the courage to just pick up the damn phone and call Eddie before all this shit went down.

Nine goddamn years, he wished he’d have picked up the phone each and every single day, but he hadn’t, too many missed calls, too many excuses for him to keep trying, he’d been so sure that Eddie had just… moved on, convincing himself more and more with each failed attempt to stay in touch that maybe… maybe it was just for the best.

Eddie was famous, for something good… besides the shit that happened during Vecna’s little bitch fit, Eddie hadn’t stepped a toe out of line in nine whole years, no scandals, no drug addiction stories, no compromising paparazzi shots in the papers, he sang his songs, played his nerd games, he showed up as ‘Metal Santa’ at Children’s hospitals with the other bandmates dressed as goofy elves, giving out toys all out of his own pocket, he helped out at soup kitchens on the weekends when he wasn’t busy, did charity auctions of random shit for troubled youth charities, he was good. The only time he’d had an issue was early ’88 with a mild drinking problem but Dustin knocked some sense into him on that one and he’d cleaned up his act by September the same year.

He looked mean and scary sometimes, but nobody, not a single person could ever accuse him of being anything but good. Steve was just… Steve.

A man going nowhere, stuck in his hometown with nothing to offer him. It’d been so easy to convince himself to just stop trying. Eddie didn’t need him, Eddie probably didn’t want him, he could have anyone, why would he want him?

Steve didn’t answer his father, instead turned back to the intruder, a smile fighting at the corner of his lips as he witnessed the man telling one of the bride’s huffy aunts to pipe the fuck down. “Eddie? The hell are you doing here?” How could he let his mind force him to doubt when Eddie was right there as if he’d heard that one wish Steve had spoken only in his mind.

“Rescuing you, sweetheart, can’t say I’m the most impressive of cavalry but at least I look good, which is more than I can say for your bride, yikes ma’am you just faceplant into a cake made up entirely of makeup this morning? Not a good look, I can see where the foundation meets the rest of your neck. One word, blend.” Liar, she looked flawless, but the outraged gasp of an offended bride was worth it. The shit stirring little fucker. “It will change your life.”

“Steven—” Harriet huffed, turning to her groom expectantly “aren’t you even going to—”

“No.” Steve immediately cut her off with a short, snort of a laugh, eyes still on Eddie as the man approached, his bride immediately turning to her parents to loudly complain about the interruption, Steve tuned her out completely, he’d tuned everything out, focusing entirely on Eddie “you could have worn a shirt, man.”

“And miss the warm Indiana breeze on my nip? I think not Steven.” Steve scrunched up his nose in distaste “Stevie? Steve-o, Ooh, ooh… Estebe?”

“That means Stebe and you know it means Stebe.”

“I know but you always thought it was cute.” He was within reaching distance now, so close he could touch him, could touch him to ensure he was real, that he hadn’t just hallucinated his way through his forced vows.

“I only thought it was cute cause you actually thought it meant Steve.” He reached, Eddie’s smile widening, only for it to drop, his eyes sharpening in barely concealed rage as Harrington Sr. grabbed the arm reaching out toward Eddie.

“Don’t even think about it, Steven. You will inform your brief, and unfortunate lapse in judgement that you were mistaken, that it meant nothing, and you’re marrying Miss Reid, do not make me remind you—”

“Sit the fuck down Harrington, nobody pulled your string.” Eddie snarled leaning in close enough for the man to release his grip in surprise.

“Eddie… he’s right, I—I have to.”

“No, no you don’t, I see nobody we know here Steve, your friends, your family they’re not here… why? Why aren’t they here Steve… on what should be the happiest day of your life, why did Nancy have to shoot a security guard in the arm just to get me in?”

“Nance did what?” Was that what that noise was?

“Surprised you didn’t hear the gunshot. Karen wheeler practically shoved this monkey suit on me and shoved me out the damn door in hopes I could get you out of this, the only reason the others aren’t here is because these assholes did well enough to have it clash with everything going on in their lives.” Not him though, Eddie would have abandoned a whole damn tour, he’d have cancelled mid-gig, if necessary, Steve needed him. He needed them. “What’s stopping you from walking out of that door right now, baby? What’s doing that?”

He saw that crack in Steve’s already crumbling resolve at the soft use of an old pet name, such a simple, generic little name but it always made Steve just a little weak hearing it from Eddie. “Eddie—Eddie I’m… I can’t…”

There were whispers, people had stood up to get a closer look, nobody in that church recognised Eddie, as famous as he was, he wasn’t their kind of famous. Eddie paid them no mind, taking those last few steps, using what little courage he had left to reach up and skim his calloused fingers along that perfect jawline, thumb caressing the soft cushion of his cheek just below where his glasses perched. “You can, baby boy… my sweet little prince, you can walk right out of here with me… whatever it is Steve, we can deal with it, money? Baby I have more in pocket change than your family’s entire net worth combined, including the shit in those offshore accounts ol John here doesn’t think anyone knows about it.” Steve’s father leaned a fraction backwards in surprise, how the fuck did Munson know about that? He could move all he wanted, Eddie wasn’t paying attention to him, his soft eyes were on Steve, watching as the man let his own drift shut, leaning into the palm cupping his cheek. “Hawkins? Sweetheart… I got here in a day, I flew first class, very fancy, if anything happens, we’ve got it, we can be back here so fast whatever that freaky-ass place throws at us, we’ll be ready for it same as always… so what is it, big boy, what’s stopping you?”

Steve let his eyes open halfway, taking in the man in front of him “I’m not worth it Eddie… just… just go, it’s okay… I’ll be fine, m’always fine” so why did that smile look so sad “…I’m not worth what you’d lose if I were to leave.”

Part 9

#Steddie #Crashed the Wedding #Ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #all aboard the pain train!#Merry Christmas!!#im aware aragon did not do the door thing in the books #i'm using creative freedom to say HE SHOULD HAVE.#Eddie Aragon'd his way through those doors #you enjoy that mental image

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satoruscumshot · 3 months

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MDNI- Office sex, doggy style😛,, oral (m receiving), implied cheating, u were fucked dumb reblogs are super appreciated<3

“Mr. Nanami I’ve got the paperwork you were asking for earlier, I’m sorry it took so long the printer wasn’t working…” you step into his office but your boss Nanami was no were to be seen. ‘Hm I’ll just leave it on his desk then’ you thought to yourself while setting the paperwork down. The framed pictures of his wife and son on his desk catching your eye. ‘Since when was he married? I mean I understand but I had no idea, lucky.’ deep in your thoughts unaware of the man creeping behind you.

COUGH

“Y/N”

“ah! Mr. Nanami you startled me I was just about to leave, my apologies I just needed to deliver some paperwork but I’ll leave now!” You say face hot from embarrassment. How embarrassing! On your way out oblivious of the man’s hungry eyes following your swaying body as you left the room.

Even after you left you were still in his mind, the tent in his pants making them feel tight and unbearable.

He sits down with a groan, throwing his head back

“fuck”

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“Y/N could you please come to my office?”

KNOCK

You open the door slowly, carefully making your way inside his office. His eyes never looking away from yours. “Mr. Nanami you asked for me?” You close the door, body moving closer to his desk while maintaining the eye contact. You can see the slight blush on his hot skin.

Finally breaking eye contact you look to see that all the pictures of his wife and son were laid down.

“Y/N could you do me a favor” he says, it sounds like he’s out of breath I wonder why..? “Of course! Whatever it is I’ll make sure I get it done. What is it that you need me to do Mr. Nanami?” You say a smile beaming on your soft skin.

“Suck me off.”

Your smile drops, looking at the framed picture on his desk then back at him. “Mr. Nana-“ he cuts you off “call me kento” he states. “Right… Kento you have a wife? I’m not sure I’m comfortable.” You lie, your eyes find their way down to his crotch seeing the tent in his slacks.

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“Mmm y’now you were always my favorite o-oh- girl, always being so- fuck. So good~” he throws his head back a hand falling to your head forcing you to take more of his length.

“Mmmmmm” you moan around his thick cock making his hips buck into you more. You rub your sensitive clit faster with your poor finger trying to create as much friction as you can.

His dick hitting the back of your throat making it harder to breathe. “Cumming, oh my god” he covers his mouth trying to quiet down the moans coming out of his mouth.

the warmth of his cum fills the rest of your mouth forcing some to spill out. “Swallow it” he demands maintaining eye contact with your tear filled eyes. Oh how beautiful you looked right now.

gulp

You swallowed.

“Please Kento” the arousal and the heat of your dripping pussy was so hard (😉) to ignore, standing up in front of him ass messy made him go crazy. Looking to the side where the picture of his wife was framed a ping of guilt filled his heart, but looking back at your lust filled eyes all the guilt was gone.

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He rubs his flushed tip against your clit before pushing all of him inside you. “Oh fuck!” You moan a bit too loudly , your eyes roll back from the pleasure. His hand flies to your mouth covering the sounds begging to come out.

KNOCK

“Sir is everything okay?!” Your coworker asked frantically. Tears streaming down from your eyes each thrust kento makes. “I-I’m fine” he speaks and the your coworker leaves, his thrust don’t stop.

He can feel his release coming quicker than usual, your tight pussy sucking his cock in better than his own wife could, god you were so addicting to be in. “faster” you beg; sliding your fingers down to play with your neglected clit. His pace speeding up, the coil in your stomach building up faster. “Good girl- shit, you feel so good baby~” his hands grip your waist, pumping his dick in and out of you, “cummingggg~” the coil in your stomach burst.

The ring of your cum on Kentos cock driving him mad, his release coming quicker and quicker he asks you “squeezing me so tight baby- where do you want me” he slows down his thrust, the tip hitting your sweet spot making you see black

“inside inside inside please-” you plead. He makes one final thrust before his warm cum fills your womb up.

he takes himself out of you watching your mixed cum drip out of your pussy. He grabs your face forcing you to look at him. The daze of your eyes and the slight smile on your plush lips. Were you just fucked stupid? “Keep this a secret” he sternly stated with a harsh glare.

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captain-mj · 13 days

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What about Horangi ends up at the big crime boss’s table, betting his body at a game against the crime boss’s son. Maybe they flirt a little?

Korangi?? I can do Korangi??

König did not like gambling. He liked playing cards and he considered himself rather lucky, but once money was involved, it fell out of his favor.

But his father liked him being there for show. Something about "Family image" and "you'll take over the business one day".

König didn't mean to be bitter about it. Any money he lost would quite literally be given back to him. But the men around him were getting desperate, trying to ration or count out their chips. A few went all in, looking a tad bit confident, but he doubted they'd beat his hand.

A new comer came to the table. He had plenty of chips. But it wasn't the money that drew König's (and several of the other people at the table) eyes. The suit he was wearing wasn't the best fitting, being a little loose around the waist like he had lost some weight. But his hips. Thighs. If he turned around, König would actually put a few chips down that his ass would be just as nice.

His face was mostly covered up but he had gorgeous brown eyes. They blinked at the table as he sat down and put his chips down.

The card dealer didn't miss a beat, shuffling him in on the next round.

"What's your name?" One of the other people at the table asked.

"Horangi." He answered as he started playing.

König tried not to judge people too harshly. He understood that gambling could be addicting. But he had heard quite about this Horangi. He knew about the debts currently hanging over his pretty head. He also knew that he was unfortunately a slave to his own whims, unable to escape the appeal of shiny cards.

König had heard a rumor that Horangi had possibly done some fighting to get more cash.

That being said, Horangi was a horrible gambler. The first half of the chips were blown through in only a few rounds and the second half trickled away only a little slower. Several of the people at the table were like predators, goading him into it and the scavengers would win some more of the chips.

There was a panic to his eyes. A real fear. Not like the eyes of people who gambled away their retirement money or their kid's money. No. This was the fear he saw in the eyes of someone who desperately needed to win.

Then he was empty handed. It happened fast. He ran his hands on his thighs like they were clammy.

König considered offering some cash. Just enough to keep him in.

The dealer stepped in before he had a chance. "No money. Got something else you want to bet?"

Horangi looked up. He checked his wrists and then his throat for jewelry presumably before answering.

"A night of my body"

"That all inclusive? Anything I want?" One of the pretty ladies at the table asked. She smiled but she was still a predator.

König made direct eye contact with the dealer, and judging by the suddenly very serious expression on his face, he knew what König wanted.

The others talked and mostly agreed to take the deal, with only one person declining.

König could only think of splitting him on his cock. Would he be a crier? Or would he refuse to moan?

Regardless, König knew his legs would be shaking. There were better places for pretty men like Horangi to be than working. They should be in König's bed. He should be in König's bed.

The dealer smiled pleasantly. "A night, Horangi? Winning hand this round wins it?"

Horangi nodded after a moment, eyes crinkling a little like he was smiling. "Deal."

Cards were shuffled. Cards were laid down.

Four people folded immediately, leaving three people left.

Interesting.

Horangi looked a little confident. It was a good sign.

The three showed their hands.

Two Aces of Spades. One in König's hand, one in the other man's.

Horangi stayed quiet. He beat the other man, but he didn't beat König.

"Betrüger." König said lowly, glancing at the other man through his hood. "Not smart."

"No, sir. I swear, I didn't! It must have been a mistake, I promise. I'll fold." The man tried to defend himself.

König pulled out a blade, flicking it around his hand. The other gamblers looked around each other fearfully. "Sei froh, dass ich barmherzig bin. Get lost."

The innocent man grabbed his left over chips and left.

König stood up and walked around the table to Horangi, putting his hand on his shoulder. He felt painfully tense under König's hand but König did not go through the effort of cheating to get his night with him to go home empty handed.

Horangi tapped his fingers against the table. "Well, you won, fair and square." He stood up and turned towards him. "You're cashing in right now?"

König pulled him along. "I have a room in the back."

Horangi stumbled. "They have rooms here?" He paused when he realized König was bringing them to the spare rooms in the back for the crime family that owned the place. "Wait, I don't think the owner of this place would be too happy about this."

"I'm sure my father will understand." König moved him, forcing him forward.

He heard the sharp sound that got out of Horangi.

"Don't worry. I'll be real gentle for our first time."

Another wounded sound. König understood why he was concerned, but he really didn't need to be. He wasn't a sadist in bed.

Horangi managed to keep walking but König could practically hear his heart beating faster. He got them to his room and put his hand around the back of his neck.

"Like anything special?"

"You check all the boxes, sweetheart. Got anything I can't do to you?"

Horangi shrugged. "I'm at your service. Whatever you want."

König did not like that answer. He'd be careful then. He picked him up using his thighs and let Horangi grab his shoulders to keep steady. "You're going to be so fun."

Horangi swallowed thickly and nodded. "Right..."

König should maybe consider the implications. He had cheated. It was likely Horangi would've won. If he was a good man, he'd let him off the hook.

But he was not. However, he wasn't completely morally bankrupt.

"I'll give you some money too. Everything I won. I think you need it more, love." He laid him out on the mattress, watching him flush.

Horangi went to ask before seeming to think better. "Alright. And I should call you?"

"König. And I meant what I said. I'm going to be gentle." He grabbed those seductive hips.

Horangi nodded and bared his throat for him. "Don't remove the mask."

König nodded and finally got back to what he wanted. He stripped Horangi of everything but his mask, tracing a few of the scars. They were thick and clearly inflicted with the intention of making 'tiger scars'.

He had a feeling he knew who's work it was. Later, he'd kill them for this. Scarring such a beautiful body. Though, with Horangi, it somehow added to his charm.

König kissed down his chest and then got lube. He wasted no time in starting to slicking up his fingers and trying to get one into Horangi. He was incredibly tight and his own fingers were quite thick. The tip of his finger managed to wiggle it's way in and he added more lube to make it easier for him.

Horangi spread his legs a bit more and led König's head to his neck. Instinctively, he started to bite and suck hickeys into his neck. Almost immediately, it was easier to ease his finger into him. He crooked it to brush against Horangi's sweet spot to make him groan.

"You're not much for easing into it huh?"

König hummed. "I prefer quick and dirty. Works better for me." He warmed him up enough to fit another one into him.

Horangi moaned and threw his head back. Those pretty thighs spread wider to allow him in deeper.

König worked a third one into him and spread his fingers open wide. He wanted to make sure he was nice and slick.

Then, he pulled out and shoved Horangi's knees to his chest. His cock laid on Horangi's stomach, watching it twitch.

"Ah." Horangi wheezed. "Might be a tight fit." He looked bored with the whole thing, despite how his cock was clearly still hard.

"You'll take it. Like I said, nice and easy." He pulled back and pressed the tip of his cock against his rim. "Just stay relaxed for me. I'll double it if you let me cum inside."

Horangi swallowed and nodded immediately. He groaned briefly, half in pleasure half in pain, as he started to push in, but he cut himself off to glance away, playing hard to get.

Fuck, he wasn't kidding. So tight. König stopped after an inch or two before sliding out and sliding back in further. He stroked Horangi a little with the left over lube on his hand to keep his attention.

Horangi panted softly as König kept going back and forth, slowly opening him further. The pleasure was unbearable for both of them, but König sought more. He bit his shoulder when he bottomed out, rewarding him. Despite the attempts of him to stay looking bored, he mewled like a kitten when he started to hit his prostate.

König treated sex like everything else. He was accurate, forceful and honestly a little competitive. He wanted to be the best. He wanted Horangi to think about this night and realize he wasn't going to get better.

His hood and Horangi's mask got in the way of kissing him like he was wanted, so he continued to just pleasure him.

Horangi couldn't keep his eyes straight, they'd flutter to the back of his head and his nails dug deep into his shoulder. "Fuck, I..." He spoke into what König was fairly certain was his mother tongue. They were broken occasionally as he broke into moans.

König lifted his hood a little to make it easier to run his face along his chest before sinking his teeth into nipple and then sucked harshly. Like he wanted, Horangi's legs were shaking hard before he came all over himself. His hole tightened which only made König fuck him harder.

König hummed. "Rather easy. Enjoying it that much?"

Horangi grunted as his face reddened with the overstimulation. His ankles dug into König's back as that tight fucking hole of his kept taking it. Tears filled his eyes but his cock was twitching, already desperately trying to get back up.

König opened his mouth, planning on telling him how hot he looked and maybe throwing in a line about how he looked like a whore but he wasn't sure if Horangi would be into that.

"Leon?" One of his father's guards knocked.

König thrust in hard to make Horangi scream in pleasure. He pulled out of him and flipped him over, leaning across his back to speak in his ear. "I'll be right back."

Horangi nodded and put his head in his arms. He did pull the sheet over himself but that made sense.

König opened the door, ignoring that he was naked. "What??"

"Is now not a good time sir?"

"No. It's not. Tell anyone else who might bother me to piss off. I have until fucking morning." He slammed the door and stalked back, yanking Horangi across the bed. Before he pushed back into him, he checked to make sure Horangi was still good and open. Then he pushed back into him.

Horangi moaned loudly before burying his face in the bed. He let König move him around like a doll to keep slamming into him over and over again.

König pulled his head up by his hair so he could hear the desperate little sounds coming from his mouth. "They're so annoying. Unlike you. Always shoving their noses in places they don't belong. None are as pretty as you."

Horangi whined and he was trying to muffle himself but it wasn't working.

"Horangi. Can I come inside you? I want to see how deep I can get it. If I can make sure it doesn't drip out." König grinded his cock deeper into him, pleased to hear a shocked little sob.

"Yes." Horangi tried to nod but his grip in his hair was too tight.

König hummed, very pleased. He started to stroke him in time. "You're going to cum when I do. I want to feel how tight you get."

"Fuck. I heard you were shy."

He laughed. "With other people, maybe. But in bed, I can't exactly waste time. I'd never get anywhere."

Horangi sobbed when he came, clearly not used to orgasming so soon back to back. The tightness was heavenly and König grinded as far as he could into him before coming, even forcing his hips up at an angle to go in deeper. That flutter drove him crazy. The clenching of his muscles. Even the shine in his eyes from tears.

König slapped his ass and felt him clench again. "Good boy." He pulled out slowly, happy to see how he gaped from the large size. "You know, Horangi. How would you like to be kept huh? I'd pay off your debts. Even give you a little spending money. And every night, I'd do this to you."

Horangi huffed. "Not looking to be a lap dog. Sorry."

König traced his fingers down his spine. "Don't ever bet your body again."

"Why is that?"

"Cause I'll kill them and then I'll take it." König slapped his ass again, this time on the other cheek so their were twin handprints.

#Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare II #cod #call of duty #Konig #König #Horangi #Körangi #König x Horangi #Horangi x König

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topguncortez · 2 years

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Okay, I cannot tell you how much I love your Jake x shy!wife fics! It's a lot. There are no words for how good they are. Yes, I am addicted.

I was wondering, if you have the inspiration and time, could you maybe write something for them where she is the one comforting Jake?

No pressure at all, I completely understand if you don't want to, and feel free to ignore this xx

Lots of love and many hugs to you xxx

pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x shy!wife warnings: broken bones, mentions of surgery, mentions of injuries. masterlist || opposites attract masterlist || whumptober ||

It happened quickly. Jake had turned around for a split second to tie Ella's shoe when he heard that sickening crack followed by a loud, ear splitting cry. Jake had turned around quickly, his green eyes searching for the source of the cry, when he found his three year old on the ground in tears.

"Oh my god," Jake said, and quickly ran to him, "Eli, what happened?"

"I fell!" Eli sobbed and Jake felt like he was going to vomit at the awkward angle his son's arm was bent. He heard another thud next to him, and saw as Alex landed on his feet, jumping out of the tree house.

"I told him not to jump! I said, 'use the ladder, Eli' and he said 'Eli jumps' and I said-"

"Okay, I get it," Jake said, shushing his nine year old, "Oh buddy, we have to go to the doctor. Your mom is gonna kill me."

"I want momma!" Eli sobbed.

"Yeah, me too," Jake said, and carefully picked his son up, careful not to jostle his arm too much, "Alex, grab your sister and help her into the car."

Alex nodded and grabbed Ella's hand, taking her to the car. Jake walked through the house, grabbing his keys, wallet, a pillow for Eli to rest his arm on, some ice, and his blanket. Jake was trying to keep from panicking as he placed Eli in his carseat in the brand new Ford Explorer he bought once they found out the were expecting twins.

"Hey Siri, call 'Dollface'" Jake said, while stopped at a stop light. Jake felt some relief as she answered on the second ring.

"What's up, Jake? I'm in the middle of a-"

"Eli fell and broke his arm," Jake rushed out quickly. Y/N waited a beat before answering.

"Where are you headed?"

"Memorial, can you come quickly? He keeps asking for you," Jake said, and Y/N could hear the screams of her youngest. Y/N frowned and put a hand on her growing belly.

"I'll be there when you are,"

"Thank you, sweets."

Jake drove as quickly as he could, trying to soothe Eli from the front seat, while keeping his eyes trained on the road. Ella couldn't help but tear up at the constant sound of her little brother crying. Alex had leaned forward and given Ella a snack and told her to be brave. When Jake arrived at the hospital, he very carefully took Eli out of his carseat and tried to shush his tears. He let out a sigh in relief as he saw her car in the lot. Y/N stepped out of her car as she spotted Jake and the kids.

"Hey little loves," Y/N smiled, "Oh my baby boy."

"Mommy," Eli sobbed and reached out for his mom. Y/N was careful of his arm and didn't say anything but walked right towards the doors of the hospital. Jake felt his heart drop as she walked away.

'She's mad at me. She blames me for this. This is my fault,' He thought as he took the older kids hands and walked into the hospital.

"Sweets?" Jake called out and Y/N gave him a look before she was taken back with Eli into the ER, "Can I go with them?"

"I'm sorry sir, not with the other children," A nurse said, stepping in front of Jake.

"That's my kid too!" Jake said, feeling himself get angry. He wasn't sure if it was anger or fear that was coursing through his veins. But all he wanted to do was be with his family.

"We'll update you when we can," The nurse said, "Please, take a seat."

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Y/N was reading a book to Eli when Jake knocked on the door to their hospital room. She looked up and smiled at her husband as he brought in a teddy bear and some balloons. Eli's eyes were tired as he looked at his dad, but snuggled in more to his mom, pushing his tiny face into her growing bump.

Jake had called Rooster to come get Ella and Alex around dinner time, filling him in on what happened. Eli had to have surgery to fix the bone in his arm. He would have his cast on for about 3 months, and then they would come back for a follow up. Three months Jake would have to be reminded of the time he turned his back on his son.

"He hates me," Jake sighed, and sat down in the chair next to him.

"He doesn't hate you," Y/N said, and ran her hand through Eli's blonde locks.

"Okay. . . then you hate me," Jake said, looking at his wife.

"I don't hate you, either Jake," Y/N giggled softly, "Accidents happen. I shouldn't have just walked off, I'm sorry, but I knew that he was in pain and needed to be seen."

"It's my fault," Jake put his head in his hands, "If I hadn't turn around to tie Ella's shoe. If I had just been watching him a little closer-"

"Remember when Ella fell off the back of the couch and split her chin? And I called you in tears from the back of the ambulance with Ella in my lap and Alex asking the paramedic a thousand questions. Do you remember what you told me?"

"Kids will be kids, they'll break a bone in the morning and be running by the afternoon," Jake smiled, remember the words his mother had told him once, "It still doesn't make me feel better about all this."

"It's a parent thing. We'll never not feel guilty for our children getting into accidents. But, Eli is healthy and happy, and all fixed up," Y/N kissed the top of her son's head, causing him to peak his head up, "Show daddy your cast."

Eli gave a shy smile as he lifted up his right arm, showing the red and black cast he got.

"And what did Mommy say can happen?"

"Daddy and the Daggers can sign my cast," Eli mumbled.

"Can daddy give you a hug?" Jake asked him, and Eli nodded. Jake got up from his chair and walked over to the side of the bed Eli was on. Jake hugged his son tight and kissed the top of his forehead.

"I'm sorry I scared you, daddy."

"It's okay buddy. I'm just happy you're all better now."

#top gun #top gun imagine #top gun fan fic #top gun fan fiction #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fan fic #top gun maverick imagine #top gun maverick fan fiction #hangman #hangman imagine #hangman fan fic #hangman fan fiction #hangman x reader #Jake seresin #Jake seresin x reader #Jake seresin imagine #Jake seresin fan fic #Jake seresin fan fiction

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amyreadsandstresses · 1 year

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AMY'S DAILY FIC REC SAYS HI

Continuing to welcome this year and all the vibes, comes another installment. Today with BBC Merlin, Teen Wolf and BBC Sherlock

*A warlock's best friend is the floor - Lola_Rose_Robins

6k, 1/1, Gen, Hurt Merlin, Disabled Character, Chronic Pain, Fluff and Angst and a bit of Crack. Arthur/Gwen, Epic Friendship

Merlin has chronic pain. After a nasty flare-up, his friends are there to support him.

*Lace Among the Rocks - PottersPink

1k, 1/1, Merwaine, Scar Reveal, Magic Reveal

The stream opens up into a small pool, warmed by the sun and tranquil in a way that Merlin craves; isolated and a little bit magic, a place for him to drift and sink his roots into the earth and stretch his wings with the birds.

*The Curious Case of Aithusa - TyalanganD

6k, 1/1, Merthur, Mpreg, Dragon!Merlin, Fluff and Angst, Soft Arthur

In hindsight, Merlin should have known that as a dragonlord and a shapeshifter, he was capable of giving birth. After all, all dragons could grow eggs, no matter the gender. And that magical ritual he did right before Arthur took him to bed after his coronation, definitely didn’t help matters.

*Untitled (I'll Keep You Safe) - PottersPink

2k, Merwaine, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Magic Reveal, Canon Era, Soft Ending

Camelot, Merlin thinks, is held up by my bones.

*In Your Heart and Flowers In Your Hair - Biromantic_Nerd

4k, 1/1, Merwaine, Fluff and Humor, Canon Era, Protective Arthur

Merlin's head tilted to the side as he stared at his friend in obvious bemusement. "No, but you've got that look."

"Look?" Gwaine asked coyly. "Merlin, that's just my face. Are you saying there's something wrong with my face then?"

*Save me - orpgan_account

7k, 6/6, Merwaine, Canon Era, Hurt Merlin, Suicidal Thoughts, Good Morgana, Drug Addiction, Grief, Hurt/Comfort

Merlin's struggling to deal with everything that's going on in Camelot, and the others begin to notice

*after the storm (are you leaving) - Imagined, Scarlet_Ribons

59k, 6/6, Merthur, Drug Addiction, Hurt Melin, Kinda Hurt Everyone, Slavery, Queen Mithian, Court Socerer Merlin, Getting Together, Canon Era, Eventual Happy Ending, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Arthur lends Merlin's aid as a sorcerer to an allied kingdom. He doesn't expect to find Merlin, two years later, in shackles, and only a mere echo of the person he used to be.

*you know it's not the same as it was - softiecharlie

1k, 1/1, Merthur, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Court Sorcerer Merlin, Established Relationship, Married Merthur

“Do you love me still, Arthur?” Merlin whispered with a reverence that seemed like the only thing keeping him from giving in to his anemic state.

“Where is this coming from? Come here, you idiot, let me tend to your wounds first.”

“Arthur, just-- just tell me.”

*Bad Liar - cissathebookworm

8k, 1/1, Merthur, Established Relationship, Knights of the Round Table, Queen Annis, Episode Remake

Set series 4, episode 5 "His Father's Son" where Arthur kills that king in the forest and almost goes to war with Queen Annis. Arthur and Merlin are in an established relationship and Merlin helps Arthur realize some things.

Or: Arthur and Annis don't go to war because Merlin isn't actually dumb and has a lot of sway over Arthur and this is a Good Thing.

*When You Say Nothing at All - Skitz_phenom

10k, 1/1, Merthur, Minor Arwen, Agravaine, Leon, 5+1, Episode 0405 His Father's Son

Facing increasing pressure to assert himself as King, Arthur doesn’t allow himself the luxury of being able to speak his mind; not that he actually knows what to say. Until he does.

*Sir Merlin, Knight of Camelot - perish_the_thoughtless

1k, 1/1, Gen, Bromance, Fluff and Humor, Episode 0405 His Father's Son

An exploration of how that intriguing episode intro of Merlin dressed as a knight could have happened.

*fidelitas - theseourbodies

1k, 1/1, Leon & Merlin, Friendship, Class Differences, Dad Friend Leon

"It's heavy," Merlin mutters.

*The Only Reward Bestowed Upon Me - greatdumbking

4k, 1/1, Merthur, Fix-It, Angst, Love Confessions, Agravaine, Gaius, Canon Era

“You’re wrong Merlin. I don’t need anyone. I can’t afford that luxury. The kingdom's my responsibility now, and mine to bear alone. And you must learn to accept that.”

How could this hurt so much, a third time? Merlin could feel the façade of his casual indifference faltering. His face fell, tears were clawing at his throat, creeping into his eyes. It took all his effort to nod, steel his eyes, and swallow down the rising sob.

*Sharing Responsibility - Lolly047

3k, 1/1, Merthur, Fluff and Angst, Fix-it, Magic Ban Lifted, Humor, Marriage Proposal, Queen Merlin

In Arthur's humble opinion, Merlin comes up with the strangest ideas... But sometimes those ideas do turn into favourable outcomes. But this whole marriage thing may take it a bit too far...

*Destiny Says A Lot Of Things - Hollow_Whisperings

1k, 2/2, Crack Treated Seriously, Kid Mordred, Merlin is So Done, Druids, Kilgharrah, Hijinks and Shennanigans

For, rather embarassingly, Mordred's returning to Arthur and Merlin's lives seems to have happened... somewhat earlier than expected. It's a lot more difficult to harden your heart against your sworn nemesis, magical kin they may be, when said nemesis looks up to you and has decided you're their new big brother, after all.

*Rest, Now - TheAsexualofSpades

2k, 1/1, Merlin/Arthur/Gwen, Hurt/Comfort, Post Lamia

The second he sees the walls of Camelot, Merlin slumps in the saddle. Cara nickers in warning and he just manages to right himself before Arthur looks over.

*Dumb Luck - TheAsexualofSpades

2k, 1/1, Merthur, Knights of The Round Table, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Magic Revealed, Hurt/Comfort

Alright. Merlin’s going to be honest. Is the absolute best at hiding his magic from people? No. Is he a damn sight near better than some other bastards would be if they had his magic? Yes, yes, he is, thank you very much. They would do quite well to remember that he is magic, and he’s had it since he was born, so he knows what he’s doing when it comes to knowing that he has it. Yes, thank you, he doesn’t go around doing every single thing he could with magic because well, then he’d never get to do much of anything ever again.

And that would be boring.

*Base Instincts - TheAsexualofSpades

1k, 1/1, Merthur, Knights of The Round Table, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Humor, Shapeshifter Merlin

It says something about Merlin, doesn’t it, when they find out he can shapeshift and it only explains about twelve of his weird quirks.

No, Merlin, that doesn’t mean we’re excessively monitoring them, it means you’re a strange man who doesn’t make a lot of sense on your best day.

Yes, you have good and bad days.

No, this is not a good day.

*it took new york to make me a cowboy - piratattoos

15k, 1/1, Sterek, Future Fic, Derek Leaves Beacon Hills, ONE OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THINGS I'VE EVER READ, No smut, Recovery, Getting Together, Character Study, Slow Burn, Writer Derek Hale, Post Season 3B

After Beacon Hills, Derek heads back to New York. He doesn’t look back, lest he be turned into a pillar of salt. He leaves it all behind, a monument, a tomb, a thousand fuck ups and betrayals left to gather dust and slowly rot away to nothing.

He read somewhere once, that time is cyclical, that the universe repeats over and over, and that he will be reborn and make the exact same mistakes over and over again, helpless to change anything. He thinks Stiles told him about a Vonnegut novel like that once.

He doesn’t think about Stiles.

*Adventures and Explorations - Survivah

2 works, 30k, Sterek, AU-ish, Fox!Stiles, No Bestiality, Isaac Lahey, Stilinski Family Feels

Derek plans to spend the rest of his life holed up in the woods after Laura dies. Then he meets a stubborn young fox, and the stubborn young fox meets an urn of Deaton's magic powder, and his plans change.

*The Important Bit - Solshine

(Reread), 9k, 7/7, Queer Platonic Relationship, Johnlock, Beautiful, Marriage, Domestic

Just where exactly is the line between “to love” and “to be in love”? What difference is required between “flatmate” and “husband”? (Besides the rings, obviously.) No, the important bit is that they have each other. Thirty years, give or take, in an atypical marriage. Basically a long bit of platonic domestic fluff.

*Delirium - TheStrid

3k, 1/1, Developing Johnlock, Bipolar Sherlock, Hypomania, Suicidal Ideation, Self Harm, Mind Palace, Supportive John

Sherlock's sacked his mind palace.

*Case.Suspect.Chase.Jump. - MonkeySocks

2k, 1/1, Bipolar Sherlock, Mania, Protective Mycroft, Character Injury, John Watson

“I’m fine.”

“Fine?” Mycroft stands and pokes his finger to my arm. The one set in plaster and held to my chest in a sling. That was incredibly painful. I cradle the damaged side against me and away from Mycroft. I have numerous bruises down my left side, and I had a loss of consciousness for a few minutes because of the concussion. They said they wanted to monitor me. I know why I am really here.

*I Was in Your Arms - jhnlck

1k, 1/1, Johnlock, Soft, Depressed Sherlock, Soft John Watson, First Kiss, Dancing, Hurt/Comfort

John makes Sherlock dance to ABBA to cheer him up.

#amy's fic rec #bbc sherlock #bbc merlin #teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #merthur #merwaine #gwaine #merlin #merlin emrys #johnlock #john watson #sherlock holmes

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lexygabe · 6 months

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mara & coach [biological father-daughter] headcanons

• bcs i hate rookie season, let's make it clear: coach (and jomo) were part of supa strikas goddamnit. so mara has seen past supa strikas members as her uncles (she and shakes met like once or twice when they were both children),

• coach, after jomo's death/missing and some other big dramas in sports environment, retired and become stay-at-home-dad (if you want to know how he even became the coach that we now, it was pretty easy because young rasta once visited him and was like: 🧍hey, sir hmmm... we need a new coach, so you want this job or not? you were very succesful at the peak of your career..., but we are not talking about this),

• y'all will think that coach is workaholic and doesn't have time for preparing mara to school but you are wrong. he definitely didn't let mara left home if she didn't take her lunch,

• speaking of school, i think mara is science-smart. she is good at math (some of students probably called her 'martha', bcs 'math + mara') and physics. ofc coach is proud as hell,

• if coach's mother (mara's grandma) was alive(?), she would look at the coach and tell something like this: my granddaughter become a pilot, while you at her age were running after the ball😐,

• mara is well trained (hell, this is coach after all). she was attending to judo class and acrobatics,

• coach's dog that we see in couples of episodes is son of old female buldog that lived when mara was still a child,

• coach was always open for mara's meetings with his proteges, so when mara had some free time she just walked into training base, sometimes she just sit in coach office and the other time she watched strikas players training,

• on mara's 7 birthdays they went to the lion king premiere (coach is still tortured by mara about the fact he let her watch mufasa death),

• mara changed her last name as soon as she came of age. this was due to security procedures and also because i don't think coach would be the type of father that would rise a nepo baby, so mara wanted to succeed without the influence of her big name,

• both of them are addicted to black coffee (black coffee and black coffee only, they despise latte),

• their love language is buying each other fancy cups from place they've been,

• mara has some of coach's clothes that he wore when he was young,

• they watched 'mad men' together a lot of times (coach type of guy to be fan of jon hamm),

• a lot of people when they first met them are like: WAIT 🤨 you two are related?.

#supa strikas #supa strikas women #supablr #headcanon: supa strikas #supa strikas mara #relationship: mara & david ledige | coach #supa strikas coach

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dearcat1 · 11 months

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(The choices you made)

Part 14 of Unfortunate Surprises

The thing about Xanxus, Tsuna thinks, is that he's rough in a world that tells him that he should be soft. Softness, however, is a vulnerability and Xanxus's life has shown the omega that it holds too high a price. It's not that Xanxus doesn't know how to be submissive, it's that his submission has been both taken for granted and abused. How Timoteo doesn't see his own hand in Xanxus's refusal to bare his throat, Tsuna doesn't know.

"He listens to you," Timoteo sighs. "If I could, I would try to talk to him but coming from me, he would not hear it."

Timoteo is a complicated topic. Before Vongola came around, Tsuna was a failure of a pup. An alpha pup who knew nothing of leadership. But this pack comes with so many strings attached, so many wrong turns and dangers. Tsuna loves Timoteo for welcoming him in and hates him for abandoning him in the first place.

"I won't do it." Tsuna puts his glass down. "I won't be your replacement leash for Xanxus. Have you ever wondered why he doesn't listen to you?"

"There's no need to wonder." Timoteo looks old, like this. Old and too tired. "I made mistakes but he's still my son. I love him."

Do you even know what love is? It's an unkind thought. Timoteo is many things but an unfeeling monster isn't one of them. He's worse, he feels just fine and stabs you in the back regardless. Tsuna shouldn't be having this conversation, not when he's feeling like this: too raw and a little too drunk. There's a reason why he avoids his parents.

He picks up his glass once more, not even feeling the burn of the whisky on his throat. "It's not that he doesn't listen to you. It's that you've proven that following your command is akin to self-harm." Tsuna's chest is too tight, the necklace a burning reminder against his skin. "You're not owed a second chance." Are they even talking about Xanxus anymore?

"Tsunayoshi…" Timoteo leans forward, curling his hand around Tsuna's arm. "I made a mistake."

Kyoko was kind and beautiful, even to Useless-Tsuna. She was everything he wanted. But she was a civilian and didn't fit the criteria Timoteo wanted for his heir's mate.

"No." Tsuna downs the rest of the alcohol. "You made a choice." He thinks of Xanxus, naked and relaxed in Tsuna's bed, full of a trust Tsuna doesn't know when he earned. "I love you," no matter how bitter the feeling is. "But if Xanxus were to suffer any sort of accident, no matter how convincing… I don't care what I will burn on my way down as long as you go down with me."

Timoteo lets him go, face devoid of emotions as he leans back. "You're dismissed."

The smile on Tsuna's face is one sided, part grimace, part reluctant amusement. He stands, putting his glass down again. "Sir." He should have avoided this conversation, he's too raw, too careless. But Tsuna is angry, he's scared. Timoteo froze his son for eight years once, what will he do to force the omega into the mold Timoteo wants? The perfect mate for the future Don Vongola. Tsuna doesn't want to know.

"I'm not as cruel as you boys make it out to be." Timoteo murmurs, moving to follow. "I'm glad you're happy together."

"What will it cost us?" Tsuna doesn't tilt his head, doesn't stop to acknowledge he's being addressed. "With you, the price rises higher each time."

The pack alpha stills. "I am old. I'd like to rest and watch my pack thrive."

"Nobody is stopping you." Tsuna steps out of the room, turning back just long enough to shake his head. "Only your fear."

Timoteo is pack alpha because nobody dares to challenge him. Once the position is taken from him… well, will he be welcome?

#khr #katekyo hitman reborn #xanxus #sawada tsunayoshi #a/b/o #x27 #sawada tsunayoshi/xanxus #unfortunate surprises au

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lt-wolfpack · 7 months

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A borrowed great story....

I was leaving the convenience store in uniform one morning after getting my coffee on my way to work. A young man outside the store stopped me by asking, "Sir, may I speak to you?" I said, "Of course, young man, how may I help you?" He was so young. He couldn't have been more than twenty one. Eyes bright, body lean and sinewy like a farm boy. He was obviously nervous and stammered slightly when he spoke. "Sir, I want to work in corrections. Will you talk to me a minute?"

I stood there for a moment and just looked at him. I set my coffee on the hood of my truck and said, "Son, have seat and I'll tell you everything you need to know." He sat on the curb on command, back straight, eyes bright.

This is what I told him......"Son, there's only two types of inmates inside those walls. Those that you'v e already fought, and those you're gonna have to fight. There is not a moment of peace. Ever. 800 pound steel doors slam all hours of the day and night. On one tour of any unit, you will see men crying, men screaming, men laughing, men praying, and men slowly dying inside. Once you put on this uniform, you are a target. Not just in there, but everywhere you go. There is no CERT team at the local gas station at midnight when you stop for gas and realize every asshole in the parking lot is some asshole you've booked, printed, served meals too, pepper sprayed, tazed, or testified against in court. You lose all sense of security. Everyone is a potential threat. You stop eating in restaurants within fifty miles of your facility because some idiot will recognize you and spit in your kid's milkshake. You will become paranoid and distrusting of other people, even people you love. You will never again sit in a room with your back to the door and you will know every escape exit to every room you enter. You will walk around your car in the Walmart parking lot before getting in just to make sure no one's waiting for you or hidden in your back seat. You will take the long way home if a car falls in behind you on your way home. You will do back ground checks on your children's friends, parents, and teachers. You will look for potential weapons and run "what if" scenerios in every place you go....bars, schools, churches, even friend's homes. You will never again be an individual because your safety depends on a whole crew of other officers whose safety directly lies with you. And some of those officers will lie, steal, and cheat to screw you over. Some of those officers will be selling dope and cell phones to inmates. Some of officers will be alcoholics and drug addicts and be off sneaking a nip while your getting your ass handed to you in the rec yard. Cops look at your like your the retarded step child of law enforcement. The courts look at you as the oppressor of the poor and incarcerated. The public doesn't see you at all until you fuck up, then it's all over the 6 o'clock news. People will threaten your children, your wife, your mother, and your friends. You will be assaulted, have bones broken, be bled on, and go home bleeding. You will deal with diseases and contaminations that Chlorox won't take off. You will be over worked, underpaid, abused physically, mentally, and socially. You will be working nights, weekends, and holidays. Santa don't come to a state facility son.

I stared him dead in the eyes for about 15 seconds and said "You still want to be a corrections officer? "The young man rose from his seat and looked me dead in the eye. He extended his hand. With a grip like steel, he shook my hand and said, "No sir, I do not. But can I ask you a question? Why do you do this if it's so bad?" I smiled as I picked up my coffee and said "People like me do this because people like you can't." " I do this because you make a bond with your brother and sister officers you cannot understand until one of your lives is in the others hands". On my way home, a black SUV followed me for six blocks. I drove sixteen miles going home that night. I live four miles from the jail.

#thin blue line #law enforcement #sheriff #police #night shift #thin gray line #thin gold line #brotherhood #lawenforcement #back the blue

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starboy14176 · 5 months

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My dad is liek yeah I think I have a pretty good relationship with my kids. Sir your son is listening to addict with a pen as we speak

#ik the song is about god but to me it’s about my dad #silly little rambles of an emo kid #ty talks about tøp

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cakeofthepan · 1 year

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The whole Charleston Chew bit is one of my favorite things if only for the Anthony’s laughter after Will says “that’s complex”. Plus some bonus talking dads for all of the Oakson shippers out there.

[Audio Transcript:

[Don’t Bring Me Down by Electric Light Orchestra Plays]

Matt: And I grab one of my secret stash, and I unwrap a piece of my secret stash, and I hand it over to Gartok. I say—

Darryl: Take a chew of that.

Anthony: Okay. He puts it in his maw and it’s like [chewing noises], he’s like—

Gartok: When is this done?

[all laugh]

Gartok: It just kinda keeps going.

Matt: I put one in my mouth and I smile and watch him chew his. I just go—

Darryl: Yeah, it’s pretty good, right?

Matt: And I start the engine.

Gartok: It’s kinda—it’s like a challenge, this [gnawing noises].

Will: I can hear them talking, right?

Anthony: Yeah.

Will: Okay.

Henry: Oh, can I have some of that Charleston Chew?

[all laugh loudly]

Darryl: [startled] What? What are you talking about? What?

Henry: You guys are eating that Charleston Chew up there, the one you were eating earlier?

Darryl: Hey, Henry, can I talk to you really quick?

Henry: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Darryl: Just mano e mano in the back of the van?

Henry: What’s up?

Darryl: So I noticed that you saw my little dirty secret…the box of Charleston Chews.

Henry: Oh, I thought you meant the fact that we just killed someone’s son.

Darryl: Yeah, that’s pretty tough too but uh—

Henry: But you’re more worried about the fact that I saw your candy bars than the murder we just did?

Darryl: Look, man, I’ve really been… I told Carol I was gonna lose weight and I’m not supposed to be having these—

Gartok: [yelling in the distance] Just go!

Darryl: But here’s the thing, these were my dad’s favorite candy and—

Henry: That’s complex.

[all laugh]

Darryl: I want you to take them because I don’t want to disappoint Carol, but I don’t want you to throw them away. Will you just give me one whenever, I don’t know, whenever I do something you think my dad would be proud of, maybe you could give me one of these Charleston Chews.

Freddie: Jesus Christ.

Henry: You know what? I think your dad would be very proud of you right now, so here’s a Charleston Chew.

Freddie: God.

Matt: He goes uh-

Darryl: Hey, Henry.

Henry: Yes, Darryl?

Matt: I toss you the keys.

[Henry gasps]

Darryl: Why don’t you drive the beast, maybe? Make sure your boys are alright?

Matt: While he’s driving, can I do a sleight of hand check to try to steal some Charleston Chews since he’s distracted while driving?

Anthony: Yeah, go ahead and do that with advantage. Sleight of hand.

Will: I do not see the theft of the Charleston Chews, but I will—I would like to say for the record that I have been keeping count of the Charleston Chews. So the next time Henry checks the books, he might sense something is amiss.

Matt: I grab one and I start pulling it and I go “ehhh” and I go for another one.

Anthony: Ooh, what. This is a dark day for you.

Matt: I got a 19.

Will: You got another 19? [rolls die] I got a natural 20.

Henry: Darryl! I thought you wanted me to drive because I’m having a tough day.

Darryl: Just keep driving!

Henry: You, sir, have an addiction to chocolate that you need to deal with. And I will not have my trust undermined by the likes of you for some Charleston Chews! You get those when you earn them, sir.

Will: And I snatch it out of his hands.

Will: Okay. I pull up to the bleeding elf.

Anthony: All right.

Will: And I unroll the window.

Darryl: No, don't give them any money!

Will: And I say—

Henry: Hello, sir. Bleeding elf.

Bleeding Elf: Hello. Alms, please? Alms?

Henry: Well, I’m fresh out of alms, but I have one of these for you.

Will: And then I give him the Charleston Chew while making direct eye contact with Darryl.

Bleeding Elf: [gasps] What is this?!

Henry: This is a confectionery that maybe will help you in your travels, ’cause it seems like you’re having a tough day, sir.

Bleeding Elf: Ooh!

Henry: And maybe you could appreciate this and so other people could learn to appreciate not taking these things for granted.

Bleeding Elf: I’ve had a very tough life indeed; let me partake of this confection?

Anthony: And he starts, like, unwrapping the Charleston Chew with his bloody fingers and it’s all slippery. He’s like—

Bleeding Elf: This could take a bit.

Anthony: And then he opens it and pops it in his mouth and starts to chew and goes—

Bleeding Elf: Ohhh. Delectable.

Darryl: [sighs] Yeah.

Bleeding Elf: The most delicious thing I’ve tasted in a fortmonth.

Will: All right.

Darryl: Sorry about that Henry.

Will: I glare at Darryl, and then I pull out another Charleston Chew and I throw it into the pit.

Henry: You’re down dos today, buddy!

Anthony: You hear a voice go—

Orgy Participants: Oooh delights of many varieties today!

[music fades out]

Matt: Yeah when Will, when Henry takes away the Charleston Chews and then like, and my stomach comes back

Will: Yeah, like that’s pretty kinky. Like that who- the Charleston Chew thing is a lot of like Henry like, dominating Darryl. Like, it’s very intense.

End transcript]

#honestly tho this whole bit is such a good distillation of Darryl in the beginning of szn 1 #like I love him v much but wow the issues #anyway please enjoy #also I am once again thanking DADGUT for the transcript etc #dndads #dungeons and daddies #my audio #long post

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columboscreens · 2 years

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I'm glad to see you also get annoyed by the lamer "gotcha" moments

a good "gotcha" in Columbo is amazing. but then you have others where it's like. he looks at a video tape and sees a very obvious and incontrovertible proof of who the killer was

or he lies about evidence to get a confession by implying they can prove the guy did it

or the worst, he arrests the killer's innocent son in a bid to make the guy confess, even though an innocent person would confess to save their kid too in many circumstances

that's not him being a great detective or outwitting the guy (or woman), that's not him having inspiration to put together what he had overlooked. it's just not impressive

if anything it makes him look incompetent, having to resort to lying to the killer about having proof in order to coerce a confession is not something a brilliant detective does

that's just my opinion though. he doesn't do that often but when he does it's annoying. like I love him tricking the bad guys, but I just want a higher quality deception. I mean, if the guy confesses based on false evidence, he only lost because he's a complete idiot

maybe people didn't know in the 70s, 80s, 90s, but you never confess to cops, you don't talk to them at all if you're a suspect. even if they have you dead to rights, your confession won't help you, they're not bound to honor deals and have no power to make them, and they can & will lie about evidence in order to get you to confess

I prefer it when the killer is as smart or even smarter than Columbo, when they make no major mistakes, but Columbo's ability to read people and play them allows him to still win

or, his persistence pays off, because no matter how perfect your crime, any mistake can sink you, you have to do everything right in order to get away with it

I mean that's what it's all about, cat and mouse, matching wits, he uses psychology and just nudges people to get them to do what he wants and they don't even realize it

tricking them into voluntarily incriminating themselves with strong evidence, that's what I like to see, personally

sorry this is so long I just really love Columbo and love to see people who love it too. also I know this is largely complaining but like, I'm complaining because the series sets such a high standard that things passable in other shows are below that standard for this one

also I just want to point out, "person finds out whodunit and blackmails the killer only to become the next victim" was an annoying cliche decades before Columbo first aired, and often (but not always) it has little bearing on the mystery or the plot or characters and it is there simply to make a boring mystery more exciting. it's rarely been used well imo

it can be. Columbo did sometimes. but often it's just there for cheap thrills, often it never gets mentioned again 5 minutes after it has happened. that's when it's been used wrong

don't apologize! this is a columbo safe space where you can go nuts over the little guy. hell, i ramble about him at length all the time and for some reason people put up with it. let it all out……

columbo as a show practically begs you not to talk to cops. the entire thing is a cautionary tale. in fact, columbo specifically tells those who he knows are innocent but look bad to shut up and lawyer up. this is important for what i mention a bit later in this post

sir. i'm a cop and you're innocent. shut the fuck up

more under the cut because Long...

i agree that second killings are seldom done very well. one time i can remember a good second killing off the top of my head was in stitch in crime where leonard nimoy (yes, leonard nimoy himself) killed the ex-addict vet. it's believable, executed convincingly, and raises the stakes of the case. it has purpose other than just OOO SOMEONE ELSE DIIEED

i like seeing a mix of murderers, but yeah hands down the best ones are the ones who can go head to head with columbo and actually give him a run for his money. seeing him take down a fellow genius (ransom for a dead man, blueprint for murder, identity crisis, sky high IQ) is sublime. seeing him crush someone average depends on how strong the rest of the episode is (negative reaction, swan song). seeing him crush an absolute simpleton is really funny but makes for pretty poor viewing relatively speaking (murder in malibu, fade into murder kind of).

some gotchas are better than others, but really slick ones are hard to come up with, so i try to cut them some slack. tends to be that the more reliant on a snappy gotcha a columbo episode is, the worse it is. the reboot was especially bad about that; peter falk got older, gained a lot of creative control, sort of lost touch with what made the show good, and started demanding fireworks at the end of every episode regardless of necessity lmao

i have a feeling that some endings which seemed very clever on paper probably played out less so, but even some of those are still justifiable. you referred to mind over mayhem, where columbo arrests dr. cahill's son in a bid to get him to confess. i do agree that that episode was a bit humdrum overall, gotcha included, but you could argue that it was columbo's intuition that led him to fake the arrest in the first place. it wasn't a brash, empty threat--he knew cahill loved his son enough to kill his colleague to ensure academic success, he's not gonna let him take the fall for a murder he committed. columbo's exploitation of that intense paternal love is the basis for that setup, so as much of a cop-out as it seemed, i can still accept it.

really, the lack of evidence is why he has to set up those sting ops in the first place. columbo may have enough evidence to convince himself, but nothing he can prove beyond reasonable doubt to a jury. he can't just saunter up to the DA like "sir i'm gettin bad vibes from this guy", he needs proof.

so when the killer is too slick to leave any real loose threads behind, columbo has to play dirty. and that is indeed part of his character, however inferior it may be to more clever setups. despite all his warmth he is indeed still a devious little bastard; it's at the very heart of his character. sometimes desperate times call for desperate measures.

(i've said my piece about it on twitter lately but obviously we know columbo's "desperate measures" are mostly unrealistic. we love him because we know he's a good person and RIGHT all the time but if he weren't. my god he'd be evil)

not to go IT'S JUST TV MAN because these discussions are great, but that is what it is at the end of the day! and sometimes the flow of the story, the pomp, and the entertainment factor trump the potential legality or logic of what you're seeing.

speaking of stitch in crime, that one's a good example of a head-scratching gotcha, too. i actually screened it for some friends recently and we had a discussion on the ending's flaws. in a real surgery, every item is diligently inventoried. if a dozen medical staff watched nimoy remove the suture and then an entire police search party barged in and couldn't find it, there would indeed be a big problem in that OR! he wouldn't just be allowed to amble up to his office all hunky dory lol. it'd be almost as damning as if they'd found it on him. by that point, columbo would've thought to check himself in the OR and would just snag him there in front of everybody.

they're normal. sort of. i promise

that's a more realistic go at it, sure, but is it as fun to watch? do we get the little feinted exit, the short-lived sigh of relief? does it have that element of dramatic flair, literal and figurative comeuppance? not really! columbo is as much about theatre as it is about crime--i'd argue moreso. that's part of the magic.

#columbo #ask #text #longpost #a stitch in crime #death lends a hand #mind over mayhem

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hotsexydorks · 1 year

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🌀 Hypno Plot Ideas 🌀

Generic | Incest | Cheating/Cuck | Hypno

“Mister Harrison?” The man looked up at him acknowledging his voice but nothing else. “Good the hypnosis worked.. now strip for me.”

“Who knew that catching boys on this internet BnB thing would be so easy. Shame he’s only staying for a few days.”

There he was, the once cocky alpha breeding stud now a cum hungry muscle pussy. Begging for men to find him and fuck his pussy whenever they liked.

Remember, always wear sun cream - cum

“Keep listening to my voice, relax, fall deeper and deeper into your sleep.”

When Master said to always have a cock in my mouth but there’s no one here.

“Come on boy, time for breakfast!”

Every night just like the genie said, your roommate would walk in. Unknowingly get on his knees and suck your cock. You could get used to this, or maybe more.

Once, he was the top dog of campus, the hot cock straight guy that showed off and bragged about how much pussy he pulled. Now here he is, pumping away at his loose hole with a thick dildo, live streaming and showing the world how much of a cock slut he is.

“Look at him, the dumb slut can’t even stay still for cum, he’s that much of a fucking useless dump around cock now.”

“Coach, I have an alteration suggestion to the team's uniform. What do you think?”

It had been a few months since the major’s son went missing. He was a good kid and everyone knew him, and got on with everyone. The whole town searched for days but no one found anything. He just vanished. Now, no one could recognise him as he turned up across different forums. Mindless hanging in a sling, about to be the centre of attention for a 24 hour live stream of sex and depravity.

“Hello Sir, I’m here to talk to you about the recent notice I received about my job termination. I would like to present an item to help you change your mind on that decision.”

“Time to present for your weekly performance inspection. We can’t have the team being damaged cause a player isn’t pulling their weight.”

“What did I say? One wish and your worries that guy at work would all disappear. Now, why don’t you send him a nice picture, show him how much of a good boy you want to be for him. Make sure you show him how smooth and tight your hole is too.”

“That’s it, reach back and spread those cheeks. You want to see the head priest you’ve got to go through all of us first, better go two at a time if you want to see him before this week is over.”

“Here, Gentlemen, we have subject #6. As you can see he is a smooth jock, hard and very tight. All hypnoed out and waiting for you to use him. With an added bonus, the highest bidder can have him addicted to their cock.”

“That’s it boy, keep jerking off, keep cumming, keep growing. The more you cum the bigger you’ll get. Can you feel how big you’ve already gotten?”

“So how does your first time taking dick feel, straight boy?”

“Come on slut , keep training that hole and that body. This is combining your two workouts, you should be thanking me slave.”

“That’s it, just relax to the sounds of my voice. You want to make your body perfect for your master.”

“Good afternoon gentlemen. Welcome to detention.”

“Good Morning Mr.Smith. I’m sure you’re wondering where you are, all you need to know is that this is the first day of your new life. You are no longer a blue collar worker, you are now a brand new sex slave.. Or you will be once we train you up.”

“Why is it crying?” “Well we thought that letting our product keep some of their sanity would be a new feature for those Masters who like a trained body but a struggling mind.” “We’ll take it.”

“Dude, how many of those unnamed sex drugs did you take!? You know there’s one going around that gives people cum for brains... Oh well, guess there’s no point in a hungry slut going to waste.”

“Maybe three drops of this fag maker drug was too much... or maybe it was just the right amount.”

A few of the ‘special’ beers, that’s all it took for the straight boys to be not so straight.

“Fu-- fuck yeah! Fuck me dude!” The best part about hypnotising any volunteer you wanted into a massive slut was you could do it over and over again.

“Mr.Jones...I know that tutoring classes are now all online but class still calls for you to wear... clothing..” “Sir I am wearing clothes, see. Get a good look so you don’t try call me out again.”

#gay smut rp #Plots

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puppetoffthehook · 11 months

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Respect and Responsibility

DO NOT REBLOG

Trigger warnings: child abuse, beatings, mentions of past drug addiction, unsafe situations for a minor, use of f slur

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Billy felt hands on him, lifting him from the floor where the drugs had made him pass out and carrying him outside. He can tell by the coolness of the air as the wind blows through the surrounding trees. He hears a car door open and then he’s roughly shoved into the seat. Whatever that shit was that Max got him with was good because he couldn’t stop his head colliding with the window once the door was slammed shut.

The driver’s side door opened and he could hear talking , kind of. Mostly just pieces of conversation.

“Don’t… you driving.”

“… have to… Neil..”

“I’ll tail.. make.. you’re safe.”

Fuck. The blonde might barely be conscious but his father’s name reminds him through the sluggishness that he doesn’t know what time it is and he still hasn’t gotten Max home. His dad and Susan are probably sitting at the table with coffee waiting for them. Susan with that annoying look like somehow she’s fucking worried about him but once the beating starts she’ll just drag Max to her room and pretend she’s blissfully ignorant to the abuse. And his dad.. Fuck.

The car is moving turtle slow and Billy’s finally able to get his eyes open after what feels like an hour but was probably twenty minutes. Max is driving his car. If his dad sees her behind the wheel he’ll be even more pissed.

“Over.” The redhead looks at him in confusion so he repeats, slower so he can get the words out. “Pull.. over.. Max.”

He’d be pissed about her shaking her head and ignoring him if he wasn’t still so sluggish. “No can do, Billy. We have to get home, right? That’s why you came in and threatened my friends, wasn’t if?” Oh fuck her for being mad. She’s not the one who’s gonna get it when they show up to the house and he’s still like this.

“Dad’s.. gonna freak.. you driving.” That’s the least of his problems but it’s definitely a problem. No matter if Neil sees her driving the car or not it’s gonna be bad for him this time. Maybe not to the same level as that night his dad found him kissing his boyfriend at the boardwalk but it’s gonna be bad. And he wont be able to keep Max from witnessing it.

She ignores Billy entirely while he rolls the window down stiffly until he can feel the cold fall air whipping his curls around his face. It helps shock him a bit more awake but he’s still going to be noticeably fucked up when they get home. “Max.. When we get home, go.. to your room. You don’t.. need to see.”

He doesn’t look at her so he doesn’t see the confused look on her face directed toward him between glances at the empty small town road. A few more streets and they’ll be on Cherry Lane. Despite the tranquilizer in his system, Billy can feel that familiar buzzing in his chest. Like a hornet’s nest gearing up for a strike. Sometimes the anticipation of it is worse than the beating itself.

“.. I’ll do what I want. I thought you understood our little agreement.” Oh fuck this kid. If she wants to see the consequences of her actions then so fucking be it. He’s the one who’ll be bloody in the end, not her. Not precious little Maxine who can do so much wrong but never has to suffer for it. Not like him.

“Stick around then. Pop some.. fucking popcorn while you’re at it.. Little bitch.”

Neil is outside when they arrive and it’s then that Billy realizes Steve Harrington was pulling up behind them. Oh this night could only be worse if a cop showed up. Max nearly forgot to put the car in park so Billy flung the gear shift into the right position and climbed out of the passenger seat. He can already feel those cold eyes on him and knows it looks bad.

“Boy, what’s wrong with you? On damn drugs again already?” There’s that quiet fury Neil puts on for guests. “Young man, what exactly is going on? Did my son show up like that to find Maxine?”

Steve, for whatever it’s fucking good for, doesn’t lie. “No, Mr. Hargrove, sir. He came looking for Max and he got in the face of one of the other kids I was watching. I kind of started a fight and-“

“After you lied to my fucking face about her being there.” Billy growled, trying to push through the fading effects of the drug. “You lied about Max being with you, there were drugs in reach of a bunch of twelve and thirteen year olds, and the little bitch dosed me!”

“You were going to kill Steve!”

“He would’ve deserved it for being a fucking p-”Billy didn’t expect his dad to come close and grab him by the collar. He never does anything in front of outsiders.

“I’ve heard enough. Maxine, go to your room. Your mother and I will be discussing a punishment for your little runaway act.” He waited for Max to go inside before turning to Steve. “I apologize for my son. Boy has quite the temper on him; can’t help himself it seems. That being said, I hope there’s a way we can get past this without pressing charges.”

Steve looked like he was trying to piece things together and decided better of it. Good. “Don’t worry, sir. So long as he stays away from me where it’s possible I won’t press charges. I did lie about Max being there and I know Billy was just worried about his sister.”

Billy glared at Steve from behind his father. “As any half-decent brother should be. Have a good night, son.” They watch as Steve turns his car back to the way they came and once the taillights were out of sight Neil dragged his son back into the house. The blonde gasped in pain as his head collided with the wall behind him.

“You are running out of chances, William.” Dread sank in Billy’s stomach like a lead cannon ball. His dad only used his name like that when it was going to be really bad. “All you had to do was watch her for the day and you couldn’t do that. Then I ask you to go find your sister and instead you get in a fight with some other little faggot and you dared to call your sister a bitch.”

His heart was racing now, the drug wearing off and leaving a splitting migraine in its wake. Heart racing, head throbbing, stomach sinking. Suddenly he’s getting thrown into the living room, right into his weight bench and Billy cries out without meaning to when one of the weights hits him hard. His hand is quickly added to the growing list of pain. “Dad, I-”

Neil grabs him by his curls and bashes his son’s head against the metal bars of the weight bench. It feels like his head is splitting and he can feel the wet trail of blood dripping from a new cut on the back of his head. He knows it’s just a flesh wound but the migraine he was already gaining was made worse by the head injury.

“One day this lesson will be taught and you’ll actually learn it. Respect and responsibility are what make a man, William. Until you learn that you’ll always be a useless faggot of a boy.” The belt is already in his hand before he tosses Billy on the floor so he’s on his knees. Funny how it always makes Billy think about Sunday mass when his dad used to force them to go to church. Sermons full of hate claiming to be love. Pain replacing prayer to a God who never cared about Billy Hargrove.

The first strike of the belt is deafening in the stillness of the house and Billy has to bite his lip to avoid crying out again. His pain only makes his father all the more angry and hateful. Strike after strike, the crack of the belt is like a gunshot. When the teen looks toward the hall his stomach sinks impossibly further. Max is standing there with a horrified look on her face. She must’ve wondered what the sounds were and chose to investigate. She never has before so why now?

Billy tries to plead with her by glancing in the direction of her bedroom. He doesn’t want Neil to catch her. Luckily the kid gets it and goes back to her room silently. Neil was too busy beating his back raw to notice his stepdaughter, thankfully. The belt comes down hard over and over until Billy’s back feels like one big open wound and the pain makes his vision swim. Only then does Neil grab the back of his shirt and pull him up off the ground.

His bedroom door is right by the front door so it takes only about ten steps before the man throws him right at his bed. The barely worn off sedative and the pain have made it harder for Billy to coordinate and the teen trips over his own feet and hits his head on the shitty nightstand by his bed. There’s definitely a cut in his eyebrow that’s gonna scar.

“You will stay in this room until I decide otherwise, boy. You will only leave to use the bathroom, eat, or go to school. You are still expected to take Maxine places she wants to go once she’s no longer grounded but you are to come right back here. Is that clear?”

The blonde lifts himself up to lean against his bed, biting down a cry of pain. “Yes, sir.” Once he gets his way Neil leaves and Billy can breathe again. It’s painful and it doesn’t take long before he’s crying, quiet sobs wracking his form until he has no tears left. It takes longer for him to stand and remove his clothes. His favorite shirt has blood on the back which lets him know he’s going to have a few more unnoticed scars. The teen curls up into a ball on his bed and sleeps fitfully for a few hours.

The next day he wakes up feeling awful, his whole body feels like a bruise. He gets up slowly so as to not open any wounds that have started to crust over with blood and goes to take a shower. Except… he can’t open the door. No matter how he tries it stays shut. Panic builds in his chest as Billy beats on the door and calls out for someone to help. The only thing that stops him from trying again is the sound of his father’s work boots approaching. There’s a sound like a gate hook and the teen has to back up to not get hit with the door. To his horror he checks the door and there’s a latch installed on it.

“You’ll be doing exactly as I say from now on, boy.”

#billy musings #headcanon

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