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madaboutmunson · 8 months

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Wishin' And Hopin'

Telepathy (Prompt A2 ) Summary: In which Eddie realises he might have some residual power from The Upside-Down and plans to use it in the best way he knows how, to impress the guy he's had a crush on for months

Word Count: 2740 @eddiemunsonbingo

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Healing from the aftermath of The Upside-Down was a struggle. There was no denying that, but two very awesome things happened due to that epic shit fest.

Larvae and Germs of the jury I present to you:

Exhibit A: Getting to spend a lot of alone time with one disgustingly handsome Steve Harrington, who basically looked after me like he was my sexy nurse.

Exhibit B: Some juvenile stage telepathy.

We’ll get back to that fine specimen of Exhibit A later.

Let us first deal with Exhibit B.

So, at first, it was just kinda weird. I was half-watching Wheel of Fortune with Wayne while brainstorming some campaign ideas, and I could hear him repeatedly shouting a word of the answer. Honestly, I love him, but repetition in the same monotonous tone was getting right on my last nerve, like a smoke alarm that needs new batteries. Except no beep, just “World” over and fucking over.

So, I, well, okay, not my finest moment, but I might have lost my cool and said a little loudly, “IT’S ON TOP OF THE WORLD!!”

He clutched his pearls and recoiled into his corner of the sofa, all wide-eyed and slack-jawed and had the cheek to say, “Jesus Christ, Eddie. Ya nearly sent me straight to the pearly gates!”

“I was helping you with the answer you were evidently struggling with!”

“Eddie, there ain’t a single song that left the beauty of Karen Carpenter’s mouth that I don’t know. Just ‘cus I don’t blurt out the answer to ruin it for the whole trailer park!” “Ok! Alright! So I can’t say the full answer, but you can keep repeating one word of the answer repeatedly. Like that wasn’t going to annoy the fuck out of me. You’re deliberately bein’ an antagonistic asshole, Wayne!”

Then he just looked at me. Like how he looks at those Canadian geese when they get too close to him at the park, “Eddie, I didn't say a word.”

Now I rolled my eyes and gave it the whole raspberry award at his performance, which did almost have me going, by the way, but the way he just continued to stare at me and look me over like I’d just fallen out of the sky. I knew he wasn’t lyin’. That’s when I started to get scared. I thought I’d slipped into one of those Vecna vision things.

“What did you hear, Ed?”

“You were sayin’ ‘World’ over and over.”

“I was saying the answer, but not out loud, Ed. Just in my mind.”

“Ok, well, that’s ridiculous. How could I possibly hear what's going on in your mind?”

“Fuck if I know. What am I thinking now?”

“Are you serious right now? I’m on the edge of sanity here, and you are making out like I’m Luke Skywalker or some shit? That's it. I’m going to bed! You know Steve doesn't pull this shit when it’s his turn babysitting me!”

I grabbed my crutch and started hobbling over to my room, and he started up again, this time with ‘Discombobulated.’

I turn round, and he’s wide-eyed, staring at me, gulping down his beer. I was just about to give him a piece of my mind when he pulled the beer from his lips with a gasp and said, “Now, if I was drinkin’, there ain’t no way I coulda said that word. For the record, I can’t for the life o’ me say that word out loud anyways. But I can think it.”

“Fine, let's play your silly game, old timer. Do it again. This time with me watchin’ your lyin’ ass!”

He knocked back his beer again, and I was ready for his lame-ass ventriloquism when I heard him clear as a bell “Bill”. I hobble over to check he’s not talking out of the side of his mouth or some shit, but he wasn’t

“Bill?”

“Yeah! It's a miracle, Eddie! You can read minds!”

“OK, don’t alert the Pope just yet. It might be some creepy shit left over from that messed up place we were stuck in.”

“We should practice!” He said as he frantically pulled me back to the sofa.

“Who the hell is Bill, by the way?”

“It's not a he. It's a what. I was saying, ‘Remember to pay the telephone bill.’ “

So we tried all different things for a few hours every day for the next few nights when he wasn't at work, but all I could ever get was one word, which had to be quite an intense thought. Fleeting ones just didn't hit my radar. So I guess if my telepathy was a developing human, it would be in the butt shuffling to the almost crawling stage.

I tried it around town, and boy, do the people of Hawkins have a lot of fucking issues! Ha! The ones that look like a curse word would knock them dead are the worst of the lot!

So, the moment you’ve all been waiting for back to Exhibit A!

So naturally, when my rugged Florence Nightingale came a-callin’, I had to try it out. I am only human. Who wouldn’t wanna know what is going on in that pretty lil’ head of his underneath that voluminous mane?

So, I started with something small. I put on a scary movie. He jump-scares pretty easily for a guy who’s fought freakish things from other dimensions in melee range. When one of the characters went to the basement instead of out the door, I could hear a faint ‘always’.

“God, they always do that, don’t they? It’s so dumb, right?”

He turned to me with that ediblely cute half-smile and said, “Weird, I was just thinking that!”

“Great minds think alike, I guess? But we are kinda both watching the same thing.”

His puppy dog eyes flick up to the ceiling because, apparently, that is where all the answers are for Steve. His thinking face, urgh, stunning! Don’t get me started! He gave a shrug, nodded and went back to watching the movie.

After a while, I got a much louder word, ‘Pizza.’

I can’t make it too obvious, so I try to get up and head to the kitchen, and he’s on it like butter on a biscuit, “You hungry? Sorry, Eddie, I should have made something before the movie. I won’t be long.” Then I got “Eat,” so I knew I was on the right track.

“Hey, uh, save you cookin’. Why don’t we order a pizza?”

“Pizza? I mean, yeah, I could go for it, but I thought you said last week you didn't wanna eat anything you couldn’t see prepared, in case the government put trackers in it?”

He was right; I did say that and meant it. But who in their right mind would deprive this stud muffin of his cheesy treat, huh? Not me, that's for sure, because I know what happens when Steve gets happy.

He smiles big, and his honey-flecked eyes cast down and back up, “Thanks, Ed. I’ve been thinking about one all week, but it's a waste on my own.”

“We lucky for you, Steve, you have the gift of my presence this evening, so you don’t have to worry about that, and if we don't finish any, I know Wayne will snaffle it when he gets back.”

Then he let out one of those sweet little laughs he does, and I had to wait for him to turn his back to me so I could clench my fists and wrinkle up my nose in some weird kinda cuteness aggression.

Then I heard ‘Hot.’

So when he asked me what kind I wanted, I said, “I dunno, I’m feeling like a little spice could really hit the spot tonight.”

That earned me a hip pop and a finger gun, wink combo before he turned back around to order, twirling the cable around his finger, and I got a picture-perfect view of that ass for a minute or so.

Then, until the pizza turned up and the entire time we ate it, the word didn't change. ‘Hot’, that's all he’s thinking about.

I figured it might be too spicy for him, so I grabbed two yoohoos from the fridge and set one in front of him without asking this time.

“Oh, thanks, but I’m good Ed. I still got some beer left over.”

I thought maybe he didn't wanna show that the spice was getting to him, but I left the drink there all the same.

The pizza is long transferred to the kitchen, and we were well into Steve’s movie of choice at this point, Ghostbusters. I can’t get much of anything for a while, but he seems fully absorbed in the film, laughing along and quoting some of the lines. I loved that movie, but I’d have given my other nipple to have Steve be my personal reenactor of the film for the rest of my days.

I got up to take a leak, and I could hear ‘Hot’ again. So, on my way out of the bathroom, I collect a table fan, put it on the coffee table, and switch it on. The room didn't feel that warm to me, but I knew Steve ran like a furnace. You only had to be within a few inches of him to luxuriate in that fucking man-heat of his.

Look, I know that's weird ok, but as someone who runs fucking cold, I’m into it, alright? So just keep your opinions to yourself.

My prize for cooling down my summery prince? A fucking confused frown! He took the remote and paused the movie, “Do you want me to get you some shorts or something rather than the fan? They tend to be a little quieter and less expensive to run.” He made a joke, and I laughed embarrassingly hard at it.

“You don’t feel warm in here?”

“No, man. Are you ok? You feeling ill?” Then his hands are on me. Well, okay, he was just checking how warm my forehead was, and my pulse, but facts are facts.

“No, I’m good, man. So good. I just thought you looked warm.” Then he blushes. It was as if someone had crushed red roses onto his cheeks. His pretty little pout dropped open, and for the first time in a long time, he actually looked awkward. I would have consoled him immediately, but I got distracted because he ran his hand through the side of his hair, and I wouldn’t miss a beat of that move, not even if my knees were on fire.

“Well, I’m not. I-I can explain that. I, um…yeah…I kinda tried some of Robin’s moisturiser on my skin because she said it made it look good, and it's probably just making me look shiny. I’ll just…yeah…I’m just gonna go wash my face.”

Then I got a new word, ‘Fuck’

And I still can’t tell you what possessed me to do so, but when he got up to leave, I grabbed his arm, “Don’t do that, man, you look great. It's, uh, not shiny at all. Your skin is as perfect as it always looks. I just read you wrong, that's all.”

Then he’s staring at my hand, and that word comes back again ‘Hot.’

And then, okay, maybe because I’m touching him properly for the first time, not a nudge in the ribs or the brush of the back of my hand. Usually, he’s the one touching me for medical purposes, obviously, but I’m not a moron. I’ll fucking take that as a win. Thank you very much.

Or maybe it's the way he looked right in my eyes. I don't know, but I caved. I spilt my guts. The quality control between my brain and mouth had gone out to lunch.

“Then why do you keep thinking ‘hot’?”

His eyebrows nearly shot off his face, “What?”

“You! You keep thinking the word ‘hot’. I can kinda read thoughts, well, just words. Well, just word, actually.”

“You-you…What? You can read my thoughts?”

“No, it's not as advanced as that.” Then, I explained everything that me and Wayne had been practising.

“Shit, do I need to call everyone? Is it upside-down stuff?”

“I dunno, maybe, but I don’t feel unwell, and nothing else weird has happened. Wayne is still okay, and we’ve been trialling it for a while now.” That seemed to take him out of panic mode and into something more relaxed.

“Huh. So you can hear a word but don’t have the context, right.” Then he stops, squints, and tilts his head with a big smile, “That's why you ordered the Pizza. That's why you picked a spicy one, the drinks and the fan! Ok, ok, that makes sense now.”

“Yeah, sorry for not telling you. I just wanted to try it out, and maybe that was desperately underhanded of me, and I shouldn't have, but…”

“You wanted to impress me?” He raised his eyebrow at me, and honestly, the sofa could have consumed me whole, and I wouldn’t have noticed because then I was stalled, and the engine wouldn’t turn, “Eddie?”

“You just do so much for me, and most of the time, you guess what I want or need without any help, and I thought, maybe I could give that back to you, you know? I thought it would be cool.”

He could have killed me with the next smirk and head shake he gave me before shutting off the fan, settling back in his seat, and unpausing the movie. I felt like I’d gotten away with it and shuffled back, too.

A few minutes later, I heard ‘You.’

When I glanced at him, he was frowning hard at the TV screen. The word silenced as he turned to me with a beaming smile, “If you get it, tap my arm.”

“OK, sure. That could be fun.”

‘Are’ Tap.

‘So’ Tap

“Stupid?” I had blurted out at the same time as that word of the night came crashing back into my head

‘Hot’ ………….tap

Steve’s face fell, and he scrambled to get up, “Sorry Eddie. Shit. I just thought. You know what. I don't know what I thought, ok. I’m-yeah. Fuck! I’m just gonna go.”

I rushed to scramble after him, but I couldn’t seem to get my usual motormouth going because my whole brain was mush due to a demi-god calling me, ME, hot! Fucking hell, fellow perverts, I tell you this. If, at that point, I had been an able-bodied man and hadn't been on a one-way journey to the floor. Steve Harrington would have been out that door, and I probably would never have seen him again. But I’m not, and he’s a fucking superhero, so naturally, he just caught me in his stupidly perfect sculpted arms that were trying desperately to break free from that uptight polo shirt he loves to wear.

“I-I-I-I thought you were gonna say stupid. I mean, think. I mean….you know what I mean. What I mean is I didn't mean what you said was stupid!

He just blinked at me as he set me to my feet, still holding me upright, looking over me, checking I was okay.

Then, instead of letting me go, he stared right into my eyes, and how I didn't end up back on the floor again, I don't know. I can only imagine it was because his goddamn thick, taught, tanned thighs were enough support for both of us.

‘Kiss,’ I heard and stood there like a gormless idiot.

‘Kiss’, and until that point, all the words I’d heard had been just a flat tone, but this one shouted in my head. So I put on my big boy pants and tapped his arm, even though my mouth felt like the desert.

“Now?” I croaked out, and he nodded in response.

So, I did what any red-blooded human would have done in my situation. I attempted to climb that man like a tree, failed, then with his assistance tried again and succeeded, and gave him the kiss I’d been storing up for months.

Now, now be good, fair readers. Avert your fucking eyes. The rest of that evening is all mine. Let’s just say he liked that kiss.

A lot.

He was very appreciative.

Many times.

So much, in fact, he’s still walking around our house mentally shouting for them five years later.

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andydrysdalerogers · 1 year

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Can I Count on Your Love? ~ Chris Evans

Pairings: Chris Evans x F!Reader

Summary: Its been a year since the events of "Can I Count on Your Vote?" and you and Chris have some adult fun. But others decide its time for you two to end and one photo could destroy you both...

Word Count: 6.8k

Song: Adore You by Harry Styles

Warnings: Smut! Angst! Language, jealous, Chris in political mode, P in V, committed relationship, oral (M and F receiving), car sex,

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day everyone. This is a follow up to my other one shot which you can find here.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Politics is a cat and mouse game. You are either chasing someone to bring them down or you are on the chopping block.

Being the youngest senator made you the easy target, someone that the old guard hated for changing the status quo.

Chris loved how ambitious, tenacious, strong, driven, and beautiful you were. You would both lay for hours in bed, talking about how you both would change the world. Chris had no aspirations to be in office, but you had the ultimate goal in mind: being the first female president. Germany had done it, Great Britain has female prime ministers, so why couldn’t we do it here?

It was especially significant as the press and other political analysts were predicting that you could be the one to pull it off. The ASP chat helped launch your first bill about student debt in Congress, gaining the following of many around the country. It was touted as the first major move toward a potential historical presidential run. Chris said that ASP was doing even better because it was now being legitimized by everyone as a great source of verified information. That was his goal, to have a clean source of information for his fellow citizens.

Speaking of Chris, it's been about a year since you had decided to make it official. Well as official as it could be seen, it was still a secret to most of the world. After the ASP Chat on tuition went viral, a lot of speculation was made on whether the two of you were together due to the intense chemistry seen in the interview. But your teams made sure you were never photographed together; rendezvous were made on the low. Mostly it was you and Chris or your families hanging inside the gates of Chris’s house or your heavily secured apartment in either California or DC. It was tough but you both made it work.

Gearing up for the next session of Congress, you were reviewing your schedule with Steve, your assistant, when your receptionist, Ava, came in with a huge bouquet of roses. There were at least three dozen in different shades of red, white and pink. You smiled, knowing it was probably from Chris. Ava sits them down in the corner of your desk. “There’s a note, ma’am.”

You plucked the little card with a smile as your team waited patiently.

I know your secret.

And a photo floated out of the envelope.

Your smile froze and slowly morphed into fear. “Steve, I need the head of my security detail. Now. Ava, I need Chris and Megan as well.” They scurried from the room as you stared at the little card. You tried to swallow, get your breathing to calm as you noticed you were beginning to hyperventilate. The room began to tunnel as you tried to think of how anyone would know. As the phone began to ring, the room wobbled slightly. You could hear Ava say it was Chris, who was in town for ASP. You picked it up. “Chris?”

“Hey Baby.” When all he heard was a sob, he began to panic. “Baby? YN? YN! Answer me.”

“They saw us,” you whispered.

And the room went black.

A month prior…

“Chris, stop!” You squealed as Chris’s hand drifted higher and higher up the skirt of your dress. You had managed to have a private dinner at little Greek diner in Boston and Chris was driving you back to his house. Well, he was driving and coping a feel up your dress. He was horny, seeing you in his favorite little black dress and heels. He loved that you didn’t wear a lot of makeup either, just that gorgeous red lip that set off your exquisite eyes. Eyes that he saw the first time on stage in the California sun.

“Baby, you can’t wear this dress and not expect me to keep my hands to myself,” Chris said as you batted his hands away.

“You can wait until we get home and then I can let you know what’s underneath this dress,” you said with bite to your lower lip.

Chris groaned as his cock twitched. “Fuck me, sweetheart. I don’t think I can make it.” He saw a darken alley and pulled over.

“What do you think you are doing?” You looked around to see it was so dark you couldn’t see the trees or the road once Chris shut off the lights. Even your security team wasn’t in sight.

“I need to feel you, beautiful. I need to be inside you and I can't wait.” He leaned over and kissed you hard, taking your breath away, distracting you from the fact he took off your seatbelt. His hands, his large, gorgeous hands grip your waist and lower to your ass, lifting you and sliding you onto his lap. You gasp as you feel how hard he is underneath you. He groans at how hot you feel over his erection. “Jesus, baby.”

“Chris,” you moan as he begins to assault your neck, the brush of his beard rubbing your delicate skin just the right way.

Chris raised his hands all the way up your skirt, his nimble fingers on his right finding your heat while his left continued upwards to your breast. He dipped his hand inside your panties to find you hot and wet for him. “Oh honey, all for me,” as he swirled your leaking juices around your lips, just brushing your clit and making you jolt.

“All for you, my love,” you groan as he speeds up his motions, now tweaking your breast, hardening the nub as you begin to grind in his lap.

“Fuck sweetheart, I need to have you,” he whispers in your ear. He pulls his hand from your heat, listening to you whimper from the loss of his fingers. He quickly undoes his belt and his fly as you continue fondling your own breast. He pulls down his jeans and boxers enough to release his long thick cock and pump a few times before he moves your now soaked panties aside and thrust up into your pussy.

“Chris!” The stretch was incredible, the pleasure and pain mixing in a way that you had never felt before. The primal way Chris just rutted up into you was so different but oh so good. He took a hold of your hips to guide you up and down his shaft hard.

“Just like that baby, ride me hard. Let me fuck you senseless,” he growled. It was rough, it was fast. It was everything. The ribbons of pleasure started to ripple in your belly as your core began to grip his cock every time you moved. He sat up a little bit more, changing the angle and he was there. Hitting that spot inside that always made you see stars.

“Baby, I can’t...”

“Let go Senator,” he whispered in your ear. “Let me feel you. Soak me, love.” He thrusted up hard as he pulled you down.

“Chris!” You scream as you blacked out from the immense pleasure. Your head tilted back as Chris pressed his face into your chest as he chased his own end. He could barely move with how tight you had gotten with your own orgasm, and it was enough for him to swear loudly as he came inside you.

It took a minute to come down, Chris kissing your shoulder, neck, forehead until he felt your body start to relax. “Are you ok?”

She smiled but flinched when he moved slightly. “I’m ok. That was intense.”

Chris frowned, worry overcoming. “Did you not like...”

“I loved it, Chris. I like it rough and dirty sometimes. Don’t worry baby. I’m ok.” You kissed his forehead to smooth out the worry lines on his face. “Right now, I’m trying to figure out how to get back in my seat without making more of a mess.” You could feel the wetness that is getting ready to seep out.

That got Chris to chuckle. “Don’t worry baby. Once we get home, the gates close and no one is the wiser.” He kissed you softly this time. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

You got back into your seat as Harry Styles's Adore You started to play as Chris started the car. He took your hand and held it as he drove. He hummed along until he turned to you and sang...

Oh, honey (ah) I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you

Present...

“Sweetheart? YN? Can you hear me?”

It was the sweetest voice you knew. The voice of the man you loved. It was the only soothing thing your senses could understand. The rest was painful. Your head was pounding, your body ached, the blood pounding in your ears. After a moment, the soothing voice was now followed but gentle touches in your hair. Finally, your throat felt like it would accept air and allow you to speak. Your eyes fluttered and a groan escaped your mouth.

“Baby? Are you with us?”

The light was harsh in the room. Your office. Was your office always so bright? It took a couple of blinks of your eyes before you could focus and see Ava, Steve, Robert (your head of security) and Chris, who held your head in his lap. “Hi?”

“Hi. How are you feeling?”

“Sore, a little confused. What happened?”

He breathed a sigh of relief. “You fainted while on the phone with me.” He helped you sit up as Ava passed a glass of water. “Baby, what happened?”

You looked at the arrangement of roses and began to cry. “Someone sent me those with a note and a photo.” Robert went to the desk and saw everything on the floor. His eyes widened as he looked back at you.

“Miss YLN, I don’t...”

“How did they get that Robert? You told me we weren’t being followed. We weren’t even seen.”

Chris frowned. “Can I see that?” Robert handed the note and photo over. Chris saw and sucked in his breath. It was clearly a photo of you and him in the car from that night. You were still in Chris’s lap as Chris held you by your neck, kissing you. “Holy fuck.”

“What are we going to do Chris?”

“I don’t know.” He ran a hand through his hair. He pulled out his phone and messaged Megan about an emergency meeting. “We are going to meet at your house with Robert, Megan and your chief of staff and we are going to figure this out.”

You nod, because it’s the sensible thing to do. But your heart felt fear, your head was on the metaphorical chopping block.

Later that night, both of your teams gathered in your dining room.

Megan looked at the picture and sighed. “Can one of you explain what happened?”

Chris cleared his throat and explained the dinner and pulling over and just having a moment of unadulterated love between himself and you. “We thought we were alone. I mean, I didn’t even see her security team. It was just one moment.”

Rachel, your chief of staff, was taking notes and scoffed. “Yeah, well, that one moment has the potential of going viral.

“Can you even tell it's us?” Chris asked.

Robert looked at the photo. “It’s a blurry photo. It has deniability to it unless the photographer has cooperating evidence of who is in the car. I’m going to sit down with the security team from that night and find out what happened.”

“And I think that we shouldn’t do anything unless there is an obvious threat,” Rachel said. I mean right now it’s someone saying they know but it doesn’t mean it’s someone from the other side. I say we wait it out. Jumping to action may be worse at this point.”

“I agree.” Megan looked at the photo. “Reaction would be bringing a spotlight to you two when it's not needed.”

You didn’t realize you were trembling until Chris took your hand and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. “Baby, what do you think?” When you didn’t answer, Chris placed his hand on your cheek to get you to focus on him. “YN, sweetheart, it's gonna be ok. Do you think this is a good plan?” You looked into the ocean blues that comforted you so many times before. They looked resolute in the decision, and you trusted that. You nodded but still a single tear slipped. “Honey, what is it?”

“I’m scared,” you whispered.

Chris’s heart dropped. He didn’t want his girl to be scared, not his brave warrior girl. He sucked in a breath to steady himself before he said, “Don’t be. I’ll be right by your side. Don’t you worry.” He kissed your forehead before he kissed your lips and kept his forehead against yours, your breaths mixing together as you both tried to keep calm.

A few weeks later, everything seemed to be back to normal. There were no more flowers, no other notes. You and Chris talked every day, just as before. You were on the phone with the governor of California when Rachel ran into the office. Flustered would have been the nice word to use. She looked like she had been tossed by a tornado. “Sorry governor, I have to be on the floor in a few minutes. Send my office the proposal and I’ll see what I can do to get this to the committee. I think you're right; we need to beef up the national parks act, and it should start with Yosemite.

“Thank you, Senator. We’ll see you for the Lunar New Year celebrations?”

“Wouldn’t miss it. Have a great day!” You hung up and looked at Rachel. “What’s going on?”

“I’m so sorry Senator, it broke.” She handed over her tablet

“What broke?” You took the tablet and focused on the screen. And there it was, in full color was the photo. With an amazing headline:

DOES THE RISING STAR FRESHMEN SENATOR HAVE A SIDE JOB IN BOSTON? – IS THE HOT SHOT SENATOR FROM CALIFORNIA TRADING FAVORS FOR DONATIONS?

You blanched as you scroll through the article. It was still speculation that it was you but that it was clear from the photo that someone was caught in a compromising position inside of a car. The news site was still looking for more information, but an anonymous source implicated the Senator from California as the woman in the photo.

You could hear the office phones ringing as the screen blurred in your eyes. You read the article title over and over, wishing it would change to anything else, anyone else. Rachel could see you were starting to lose it as she was on the phone with someone.

“I've got to get out of here,” you whispered. It was like your body was now on automatic pilot. You stood up, grabbed your coat and bag and headed out the door. Your security team was trying to stop you, but you made it out the front door of your office to a barrage of flashes. The press was already all over the scandal, shouting questions and taking pictures of what would be a rather stunned face. Security from your office and the Capitol police surrounded you to allow you to walk to your waiting SUV. Rachel had been right behind you, shouting no comment as you walked trance-like. Robert had the door open for you and Rachel before climbing in the front and your usual driver, Edward, took off.

“Senator? Senator, look at me.” You turned your face slowly towards her. “I am going to get you through this. I’m trying to reach Chris or Megan to find out if it leaked from their camp.”

All you could do was nod. Four years of campaigning and working with other bi-partisan members was going down the drain as your phone kept pinging with more and more news outlets reporting the story. It was the ultimate nightmare.

The only solace was the security at your home. Gate controlled, security had called the police to make sure the road was cleared, and cameras were everywhere. But it provided very little comfort. All you wanted was Chris, but he was on set at the moment. Rachel was pacing, calling who she could to pull the story as you sat on your couch, leg bouncing, checking your phone every five minutes. After two hours, a call came to Rachel.

“Yeah. Hi Stacy... Yes, we saw it... No, we haven’t... What do you mean?... That's not what he promised her... What does Megan... oh... well what is she... ok... I’ll tell her. Thanks.” Rachel hung up and sat down next to you. “YNN, that was Stacy, Megan’s assistant at her firm. Umm, she stated that Megan and she talked to Chris, and they aren’t going to be making a statement. Since no one knew you two were in a relationship, there was no need to drag Chris into it.”

“What?” You breathed. “He... he promised to stand by me.”

“I know sweetie but that’s what they have decided.”

Your head spun. You wouldn’t believe that Chris would do this. He didn’t even have the guts to tell you himself. You picked up your phone and sent him a message.

YN: We just spoke to your management firm and know about your decision. I thought we loved each other but I guess I was mistaken. Don’t worry I won’t drag you into this. Goodbye Chris.

You went through your contacts and blocked his number. You did the same on your socials and put your phone down. “Rachel, what is the statement we want to put out?” You put on your game face. Your heartache and tears could come later.

The next day, Rachel called a press conference in front of your office. You chose to be yourself in a sharp black suit with a pink blouse and black heels. It was your confident outfit, and you would need every ounce of it to make the statement you needed to make. The makeup artist touched up your face and then it was time.

“Good morning, let me first address the photo. Yes, I did engage in some intimate acts with someone in a vehicle. To protect their privacy, I will not be naming my partner ever. Second, my security team is launching an investigation into the photo as we know it was not a member of the press who invaded my private moment.” You took a breath, “I should have had better judgement in where I had my intimate relations at and used better judgement overall. The blame for this is on me alone. If my constituents are upset by my actions, I sincerely apologize. I have strived to be an example to everyone and in this case, I wish I wasn’t. The man I was with is no longer in my life and I would like to extend my apologies to him for this transgression. I will be meeting with the chair of the Senate ethics committee for all punishments and/or reprimands that I have earned. Thank you.

You walked away from the media circus and back to the seclusion of your office. As you sat, Rachel came to give you a hug. Now you can mourn. And you did just that.

Chris’s POV

The person you are trying to reach is not accepting calls at this time.

Chris looked at his phone, heartbroken. You had blocked him. Chris watched the press conference playback with mixed emotions. He was so proud of you for standing up and accepting responsibility, but he should have been by your side making his own statement. He looked at the last message he received and called Megan. “What the hell, Megan! Why are we not standing next to her?”

“Chris you are filming, and I hadn’t even had a chance to talk to you before her team advised us that she was going to make a statement.”

“Who did they talk to?”

Megan waited for a beat. “Stacy. Look Chris...”

“Megan, I want her fired. I told you she had been inappropriate with me multiple times and now this. She wanted YN to break up with me because she thought I would go out with her. I am in love with YN, and she just fucked that up!”

“I know Chris, I’m sorry. I’ll fix it.”

“How? She blocked me, she’s angry. She...” he took a breath because his body was vibrating with pain, “she took that bullet for me all alone. Her entire career... she did that for me.”

“Chris, we will fix it okay? Let me handle Stacy.”

“I want to be there Megan. I want to see her face when I say that I am in love with YN. I need YN back, Megan.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I’ll make the arrangements.”

Chris hung up and looked though the pictures on his phone. His perfect girl. Fuck, he was the one who pulled over, but she was the one taking the hit. As he slid through the pictures, one floated by. Her calendar. He sat up straighter and a plan came to his head.

A couple of days later, Chris was back in Boston and sitting in Megan’s conference room. Megan was sitting next to him, both in silence as they waited for the last member of their meeting to arrive. Stacy walked in confidently, a sway in her hips as if she knew Chris would be there and finally ready to declare that he too was also “in feelings” with her. After all, they had softly flirted when he was in the office. They had coffee together. He liked her and this was her moment. She flicked her hair back as she sat across from them. “You wanted to speak to me.”

“Yeah, we had a question. Who gave you the photo of YN in the car?” Megan asked.

Stacy’s smile faltered slightly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Did you know that all of your emails from your work computer are monitored? Since that last hack, I had IT put in the monitoring service.”

At that Stacy’s smile fell. “What?”

“So, before we send this information to DCPD and congressional security, who gave you the photo?”

Stacy blanched as she looked from Megan to Chris. “Mike, one of the senator’s security guards gave it to me.”

“Interesting. And why did you give it to gossip mags?”

“To break YN and Chris up. She took what I wanted.” Chris scoffed as he stood up and walked to the door. “Chris please! I’m sorry but I thought we had something!”

“When? During the scheduled meetings or when you were helping Megan on the red carpet. I am in love with YN. I hope she presses charges for the invasion of privacy. Megan?”

“Oh, right. You’re fired, for cause. You signed a non-disclosure agreement for our clients and their families which you violated the minute you sent the photo to the magazine. Security is outside to escort you out. Your personal belongings will be searched before they are mailed out to you.”

“No, please...”

“Have a good day Stacy,” as security walked in, and Chris and Megan walked out and headed to her office. “I don’t know about you, but I need a drink.” She headed to her sideboard and poured two glasses of whiskey, handing one to Chris. “Have you been able to get a hold of YN?”

Chris shook his head. “No, she’s blocked me from everything. I got in touch with Rachel, but she said that YN has a ‘no calls allowed’ for me with her team.” Chris took a swallow. “Said YN has been crying a lot in her office.”

“Oh Chris,” Megan frowned.

“This is all my fault Megan. I pulled over and I convinced her.”

“Chris, this wasn’t your fault. You are still human. You are still allowed to have fun. You both weren’t expecting someone you both trusted to violate your privacy. You have every right to be angry. You have every right to be sad that your relationship was broken by jealous people. But you cannot blame yourself. We are going to fix this, and we are going to get your girl back. Are you ready to do anything to show her you love her?”

Chris laughed. “I would do anything to win her back.”

Your POV

It was a few weeks after “picture-gate” and you were getting ready for the Valentine’s Day charity event. An event where you were supposed to make your debut with Chris. Who is now your ex. “Fuck me,” you mumble to yourself. You look in the mirror, seeing a woman who kinda looks like you, if she didn’t have red-rimmed eyes, shallow looking cheeks and a sad look on her face. It had been hell without him. You never realized how much comfort Chris brought to you. How his strong arms held you close to his chest, his heartbeat your lullaby, his voice a song. You missed him desperately, but he didn’t want to stand next to you. It makes you question whether he lied about being with a strong woman.

You shake yourself and inspect your dress. The theme was love, obviously, so you had chosen a red gown, strapless with a sweetheart neckline. It was tight in the bodice until it hit your waist and then flowed out in layers of chiffon. Heels and diamond studs completed the look with soft waves framing your face. You sighed, wishing he had been there to see it, the dress you picked with him in mind. But he would never be there, he wouldn't come back. He made his choices.

As you arrived at the gala, sans date, you thought back to the last few weeks. The person who took the photo was found, Mike, and fired. Mike had been one of your personal guards since you started. Apparently, when questioned, he took the photo to create a scandal because he was obsessed with you and wanted Chris out of the way. Mission accomplished, you guessed, but not in the way he wanted. Charges were filed, restraining orders in place, a press release later, and the scandal died out. Some of the old guards still avoided you but the party and your constituents stood by you. They held support rallies and feminist movements. You were a woman, yes, but you should have been treated like a man. It warmed your heart a bit in the days post Chris.

Arriving alone, you walked the press line, dodging questions that wanted to bring back the scandal and headed into the venue. Your date, who walked in alone as well was waiting. As patient as ever for Rachel, who is never patient. Dinner was lovely, the jazz band playing romantic tunes. You mingled with other donors and attendees, making the most out of the evening. Finally, the special, surprise guest performer was announced.

The host of the evening introduced Grammy award winning artist Harry Styles to the stage. You loved him and sang along. It was quite the performance, Harry doing all of his hits. You sway with the music, a glass of champagne keeping you warm. As Harry ends, Watermelon Sugar, the crowd cheers.

“How is everyone doing?” Harry asks and the crowd cheers in response. Pushing his hair out of his eyes, Harry takes a breath. “So, I got a call from a guy who wanted to let a girl know how much she means to her. See he messed up and asked me to help him tell his girl he adores her. You don’t have to say anything honey, just know he would walk through fire for you and he’s sorry that you had to walk alone. This song is for her.”

You weren’t really paying attention; the words were beautiful, but you didn’t want to be a part of someone else’s declaration of love. As Harry’s Adore You began to play, you felt a tear in your eye. This was the last thing Chris had sung to you.

Walk in your rainbow paradise (paradise) Strawberry lipstick state of mind (state of mind) I get so lost inside your eyes Would you believe it?

You don't have to say you love me You don't have to say nothing You don't have to say you're mine

Honey (ah) I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you Oh, honey (ah) I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you Like it's the only thing I'll ever do Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

You sway to the music, eyes closed, losing yourself to the music but the crowd starts to part as the spotlight follows a person across the floor. As the last person parts, a gasp runs through the crowd, and you open your eyes.

And Chris is there, in a black tux, holding a single red rose.

You look around to see if he is looking at anyone else but no, it's you. He walks over and takes the champagne glass from your hand. “Chris...”

“Not yet,” he whispers as he pulls you into his arms. He starts to move you across the dance floor.

You're wonder under summer skies (summer skies) Brown skin and lemon over ice Would you believe it?

You don't have to say you love me I just wanna tell you somethin' Lately you've been on my mind

“Chris,” you whisper. “What are you doing?”

“Shh. Baby, just let me adore you.” He spins you around and back taking a hold of you again, the only two people on the dance floor.

I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you Oh, honey (ah) I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you Like it's the only thing I'll ever do (Ah) I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you Oh, honey (ah) Oh, honey I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you

oh, honey (Oh) Just let me adore you Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

As the song finishes, he pulls you even closer so your foreheads touch as he sings the last of the lyrics to you. You are trying everything not to sob in front of these people. As the band slows, Chris pulls back slightly. “I didn’t stand next to you. And even though that wasn’t my decision, I still should have made a statement right away. You shouldn’t have done that alone and I am so sorry sweetheart.”

“I just wanted to protect you, Chris.”

“And I just wanted to stand behind my woman.” He swallows, his nerves starting to show a bit. “I had something planned tonight.” He kisses your hand. “We have been together for a while, and it has been the time of my life. I have never been happier. Your dreams are my dreams, and your happiness is mine. I never want to let go. Because I adore you, I’d walk through fire for you.”

He stepped back and knelt to the ground on one knee.

You’re pretty sure you have stopped breathing at this point.

“YNN, I love you so much. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you and all our dreams. Can we take on the world together?” He popped open a little red box holding a stunning princess cut diamond solitaire. “Will you marry me?”

Your face really doesn’t give anything away. It is just a single tear that falls. Chris is starting to think this is a bad idea before he sees the smallest nod, before the biggest smile he has ever seen. It was bigger than when you won your election. “Yes! Yes, Chris yes!” You fall into his arms just as he’s standing. The crowd cheers as he swings you around.

After a moment, he sat you down and took out the ring to slide it onto your finger. You look at it before you look back at your fiancé. He cups your face before he kisses you gently.

And you’re home.

The rest of the night was a blur. The only thing that stood out was the call to your parents. Chris had visited them before flying out to the gala. He sat with your father and explained everything. Your dad was satisfied that his little girl was in good hands and gave his blessing. As you walked out of the venue, the press was relentless in asking about your and Chris’s relationship. Rachel and your security team keep them at bay as Chris keeps his arm around you, your head resting against his chest. He got you into the car and Robert drove you away. “I’ve missed you,” you whisper.

“I am so sorry, baby,” Chris pulls so you are seated in his lap, letting you bury your face into his neck. “Mike, he gave the picture to Stacy. She never told us anything about talking to you until it was too late.” He nuzzled into your hair. “I wanted to be here.” He kisses your head. “I never wanted you to do that alone.”

“I shouldn’t have... I should have...”

“Shh, baby, you had no reason to not believe Stacy. I wish you had waited but I still should have made my own statement.” He sighed as he leaned back on the seat and tightened his grip on you. “But that’s the past. You are my future.”

“I can’t believe you proposed.” You stare down at the diamond on your hand. “How did you know?”

“Know what?”

“Well, is that the ring I wanted or that I would say yes?”

He chuckled. “Honey, you don’t think I didn’t noticed when you would ‘airdrop’ hints to my phone when I wasn’t paying attention or when we would see jewelry on vacation?” He picked up your hand and played with the ring. “You are never flashy or over the top, but you always sparkle. So, when I went with my sisters and ma shopping, we saw this one and it just said ‘YN.’”

The tears started to well in your eyes again. He really did know you.

“Oh honey, don’t cry.” He cupped your face and used his thumbs to wipe away the tears.

“I’m sorry, just,” you sniff, “it's been so hard without you. And I, I just can’t believe you got Harry Styles to dedicate a song to me, to us. The last time I heard it...” you trail off.

Chris’s face softened. “Was the last time we were together. I remember.” You pulled up to your townhome, and Chris climbed out, holding out his hand for you. As you walked to the door, he whispered in your ear, “I remember that I owed you a better time as well.” He opened the door and you gasped.

Candles, roses, and champagne were waiting for you in your living room. A gentle fire was on in the fireplace, with pillows and blankets laid out on the floor. As you took it in, Chris stood behind you, kissing your neck and shoulders. “I don’t think I told you how beautiful you looked in this dress.” You moan as he trails his fingers over the top of your dress. He nipped at that spot on your neck as he pulled the zipper down, his thick finger trailing down your spine.

“Chris,” you whimper as goosebumps bloom on your skin, his wet, open mouth kisses setting every nerve on fire.

“I want to worship you, my fiancé,” he growled as he let the dress drop, showing him the red lace strapless bra and matching panties and garter belt, you had on. “Fuck me, is this new?”

“I bought it for you, and I never got the chance to wear it for you,” you replied, blushing.

“You are perfection, my love.” He sat in the chair. “Twirl for me.” Still in your heel clad feet, you stood in front of him, just out of his reach and did a slow spin. He growled at your teasing as he reached for you, and you stepped back. “What do you think you are doing, Mrs. Evans?”

“Who said anything about changing my name?” You giggled as his gaze darkened a little. “I’m a little exposed baby. That jacket and shirt needs to come off.”

Chris stood but never took his eyes off of you as he discarded his jacket, tie and shirt, leaving him in just his suit, pants and shoes. “What now, Senator?”

“Sit,” you ordered, and he followed your direction quickly. You grabbed a pillow and kneeled in front of him, sliding your hands up his legs. He shuddered at your touch, leaning his head back as you undid his pants. You tapped his hip so he could raise them, and you pulled down his pants and boxer briefs so his cock could spring out. You wrapped your hand the best you could around the base and pumped, getting his attention back on you. You looked him straight in the eye as you licked the tip that had a bead of precome on it.

“Fuck, YN,” he mumbled as you took the entire head in your mouth, eyes never leaving yours. You worked him, softly at first and then harder, slowing down again, much to Chris’s frustration. As you took him to the back of your throat again, you felt him twitch and suddenly you were on your back on the floor as Chris settled in between your legs. He got your bra off first, then the garter, nipping at your skin the entire time.

“Baby, I...” You really didn’t know what you were trying to say. Your brain was overloaded with the sensations on your skin. Chris was everywhere, everywhere, all at once and it caused the pressure to build. Finally, it was just your panties and heels, but Chris made no move to remove either. He ran his nose up and down your covered pussy, grazing your clit and getting what he wanted: a wanton moan from your mouth.

“I love that sound, love.” Chris grasped the sides of your panties and slowly slid them down your legs and over the heels. “I want these hooked around my ears,” he said. “But for now,” he spread your legs wide, “they can hold you open.” He kissed right on your mound and then dove in with his tongue, eating like a man starved. His hands held your thighs open, not allowing you to find some sort of relief until he could feel you tremble. “Are you close, gorgeous?”

“I’m gonna cum, Chris, please!”

“Cum, YN! Let me drink you in!” His dirty talk always got to you, and it was enough for you to let go, a silent scream coming from your mouth as the world went dark. Chris didn’t stop, making it last longer. He finally slowed and began to kiss up your body. His cock was throbbing, needing to find its own release but he wouldn’t stop until he was buried in you. Finally, he was on top, brushing a strand of hair away, looking down at his future wife, the future mother of his children. He teased your entrance before slowly pushing in. “Are you still...”

“Never stopped,” you replied breathlessly, answering his unasked question about birth control. He bottomed out and you both groaned in relief to be reunited again. He fits perfectly, molded inside of you.

“God, still tight and warm, like I never left.” Chris pulled out slowly before slamming into you. You cried out with each thrust, finally getting the relief you missed. It was slow and torturous but oh, so good.

“Chris, fuck, harder, please!”

“Oh baby,” he cooed. “We have all night.” He sped up his hips to hit your spot inside over and over, but he felt you tighten, gripping him so hard it was becoming hard to move. “Let go baby. Give it to me again. God, this pussy was made for me, gripping me, strangling my cock. Milk me, my fiancé, cum now!” That was it; you cummed hard around him, triggering his own release, “Fuck YES!”

He finally slowed down but never pulled out. He rolled you over, so you were laid out on top of him, and he wrapped a blanket around you both.

“Happy Valentine’s Day Senator.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, future husband.”

The morning headlines were everything Rachel wanted and more. An election to gear up for and a fairytale wedding for the future President and Hollywood’s leading man.

WITNESSING A FAIRYTALE: DC’S GOLDEN GIRL AND HOLLYWOOD’S GUY NEXT DOOR CONFIRM RELATIONSHIP WITH A PROPOSAL!

A/N: I wish this was America’s next royal family of politics. LOL.

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Tyler Galpin x Reader

Summary: After a year of being together Tyler breaks it off unexpectedly. The reader having flashbacks from their relationship and imagining their relationship can rekindle.

• Aged up to 18!

Warnings: Cussing, NSFW indications,

Lmk if I missed something :)

Based off of Skip This Part by Alexandra Kay

We pulled up to the gate, Tyler has been distant this entire time. He says nothings wrong, but I know somethings up. My suspicions were confirmed when he took his hand off mine and kept his eyes on the floor.

I swallowed a thick lump in my throat. I knew I've seen this movie before. He reached up and cut the engine off.

"We need to talk," He said simply.

No eye contact. No yelling. Nothing. I felt frozen. I didn't know what to do. Should I beg? Should I scream? Should I cry?

"I think we should break up," he kept turning the knife.

I nodded slowly and looked out the windshield, the Nevermore gate seemed extremely satisfying. A million thoughts ran through my brain. All I wanted to do was go inside and forget him. I just sat there.

He opened his mouth to speak, but I couldn't hear him. I just wanted to skip this part.

I'm not going to break down and beg him to stay, but all I could think about is how this isn't fair that I have to be in pain and he gets off scot-free. I just want to skip this part.

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I got out of the car, no words and started walking to my dorm. Not caring if anyone caught me, as I was out past curfew. I went upstairs to my room and peaked out my curtains, knowing I can see the gates from there. His taillight fading in the distance.

I didn't know what to do. A year of my life... wasted. I thought he was the one for me. He still is, isn't he? He has to be.

"Y/n?" My roommate called from her desk seeing my face, "Are you okay?"

I went over to my closet and grabbed one of Tyler's shirts, it still smelled like him. Tears began flowing and I couldn't stop them this time. It felt like someone reached into my chest and is squeezing my heart as hard as they could. I remember the day I got this shirt.

I went with Enid, Xavier, and some other friends to look for an outfit to wear to a dance Nevermore was holding. The theme was 80's. I wanted to surprise Tyler with a proposal to the dance and I couldn't have been more excited. I had my gift ready and a neon green colored bandana as the "bow". Best I could do.

"I'll meet you guys later! I'm going to go see Tyler at the Weathervane!" I waved.

A series of "later" and "bye, y/n" was heard as I crossed the street and went to where the cutest curly haired boy worked. I walked in and I heard "Welcome to Weathervane!"

I looked behind the counter to see him. He hadn't noticed me yet as he was in the middle of making someone a coffee.

I went and stood in line wanting one for myself, since I'm already here. He turned and said, "What can I-."

He stopped when he saw me, a huge smile erupted on his face, "Let me guess... iced cold brew, caramel on the side, sweet cream cold foam on top with extra caramel."

I nodded and handed him a $10 bill. He shook his head. I rolled my eyes and stuck it in the tip jar.

"How's your day been, Ty?" I asked stepping out of line over to the pick up counter.

"It's been good. Great now that you're here!" He winked.

"When do you get off?" I asked blushing a bit.

"At three today, but I have a break in about 15 minutes," he said handing me my coffee.

"Great because I have something to discuss with you," I teased and walked away knowing there was a slightly scared look on his face.

"Can't you just tell me now?" He shouted as I picked a booth.

"Nope!" I shouted back sipping my coffee.

Over the next 15 minutes I knew he kept looking at me. Poor guy, a million things probably ran through his head. However, I knew he was going to love this.

He eventually came over and I sat down my phone, which I was using to read a book, "I can't take it anymore. I'm actually going crazy. Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry, I don't know what it is... but I'll do better next time, I swear! Just please don't break up with me!"

My heart broke. I got up and went over to his side of the booth and turned his face kissing his nose, "Ty, I'd never dream of doing that to you. I wanted to ask you something. Nevermore is having an 80's themed dance and I wanted to know if you'll go with me?"

I grabbed the gift and pushed it in front of him.

He sighed a breath of relief and smiled at the gift, grabbing the bandana and putting it on his head, "How do I look?"

I laughed, "Cute! As always, now open it!"

He opened the gift and saw the newest record for a band that he loves. I knew he'd been wanting it, so I got it for him. His jaw about hit the floor.

"Are you serious?" He asked, "Is this real?"

"As a heart attack!" I giggled.

He tackled me in a hug and in doing so knocked my coffee over and it spilled onto my shirt.

"Oh shit! I'm so sorry, y/n," he said grabbing napkins to help me clean it.

"It's just a shirt, Tyler," I laughed.

I continued to wipe up the spilled drink off the table and the floor.

"Hold on," he ran into the back.

I looked confused but went to throw away the napkins, instead of following him. He came out holding one of his favorite shirts.

"Here. You can go in the restroom and put it on," He suggested.

"No Tyler. That's your favorite shirt! It's just a little coffee. I'll be okay."

He gave me a look, pleading with me to just accept it, "My favorite shirt for my favorite person!"

I sighed, "Fine. Only because you're just too sweet and I just so happen to have a sweet tooth!"

I went and change into it. It's quite big on me, but my favorite part, it smelled just like him! I hugged myself and giggled like a little kid on Christmas.

I came out to see him sitting at the table and he made eye contact with me. A smile consumed his face and he stood up coming over and grabbing my hips.

"And look at that, my second favorite thing to see you in," he winked.

"Oh yeah? And what's the first?"

He leaned down, kissed my nose and pressed our foreheads together, "My arms."

That day, we haven't said it yet, only being together 6 months at this point, but I knew this day, this moment, I loved him.

I put on the shirt and turned off my phone seeing a message from Tyler, not bothering to read it. I threw it on my bed and went into the bathroom.

I shut and locked the door. I didn't have the energy to stand anymore so I slid down it. I tried to control my breathing, in-out-in-out... couldn't do it, so I let loose. I began to sob uncontrollably. I don't know how long I was there or when I fell asleep on the bathroom floor, but I did.

I woke up the next day and still on the floor of the bathroom. I went out and grabbed my phone, keeping quiet because my roommate was still asleep. I turned it on and saw 1 message from Tyler.

I choked back a sob and opened it.

Ty: I'm sorry.

I can't take it. I stood up and looked in the mirror. My face was swollen and crusted dried tears remained on my face. I grabbed my cleanser and began washing my face.

(If you have short hair or braids, this is your line)

I didn't even bother adjust my hair as today wasn't a day to care.

(If you have long hair or if you're able to put it this way, this is your line)

I threw my hair into a messy bun as today wasn't a day to care.

I didn't do any sort of makeup or skincare. I'm just going to class and coming back.

I arrived in Ms Thornhills class, thankfully we were learning about a plant I already knew quite a bit about as I did a project on it earlier this year. The corpse flower. I didn't really pay attention as I didn't need to. All I could think about is Tyler. As I kept thinking, my sorrow turned to anger.

Now I had questions for him, not for myself. Why did he do it? That entire night he was off. If he had an issue with me or with something I said or did, why didn't he say something? I'm confused. And most of all, I'm pissed. I decided I'd confront him today. Twenty four hours later, but it's never too late, in my opinion.

After classes were over and an abundance of questions from my friends concerned about me, a short answer in return, "Tyler dumped me." I walked, 25 minutes to his house. When I got there his dads truck wasn't there, but I looked up at his bedroom window and saw the light on. He was home. I stood in the street, now questioning my decision. I guess I didn't really want to know after all because I just kept walking. I walked to the Weathervane and saw Xavier in line getting coffee.

"Y/n!" He smiled.

I sadly smiled back. His smile turned to one of pity. He came over and gave me a hug. I immediately broke down. I'm usually fine when I'm sad, but the second someone shows signs of affection, I'm done for. He slowly walked us over to a booth in the far corner.

"I don't know what I did. I don't know what happened. He didn't even say why. Maybe he did, I'm not sure. As soon as he said he didn't want to be with me anymore my ears stopped working. I never thought I'd have to feel this pain. I didn't think it would hurt this badly," I said into his chest.

"You did nothing, Y/n. It's not your fault. Especially when you two were perfectly fine until literally yesterday. Three days ago you two were fine at movie night. Something had to have happened with him," Xavier explained.

My mind began racing at what it could've been that happened with him. My mind went back to movie night.

Three days ago Tyler was hosting a movie night at his house. His dad had a late shift and said he could have some friends over. And me, of course, as I was over all the time.

I just finished setting up the table of snack boxes. Each box contained; a serving of popcorn, m&m's, gummy bears, and on the side we have a various number of sodas to choose from.

Tyler came over and hugged me from behind, "Thank you for your help! I don't know what I would've done without you!"

I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck and his did the same to my waist. I kissed him softly. He deepened the kiss and it became heated. His lips were always so soft. His curls between my fingers was always my favorite part of our make out sessions. He trailed down to my neck and I bit back a moan.

"Tyler, they'll be here any minute," I said as he tried leaving a mark.

He groaned and stopped his antics, "We could be quick."

A knock sounded at the door, I smirked at him, "Not that quick."

I laughed and pushed him slightly back and went to open the door.

Enid, Xavier, Lucas, Eugene, Ajax all stood there laughing and messing around. Wednesday just stood there staring at them unamused. They started to walk in and smile at me as they did so. Except for Wednesday, which we were all used to by now, it wasn't personal.

We all piled up in the living room. I ran over to the table and grabbed two snack boxes, one lemonade for myself, and one Dr Pepper for Tyler. Everyone else followed picking their snacks and squeezing on the furniture with blankets.

I sat on the love seat with Tyler and we shared my favorite blanket. It was a soft emerald green blanket that Tyler got me for my our one year anniversary. He grabbed his snack box and kissed my cheek wrapping an arm around me.

We watched Dumplin' because we wanted to surprise Enid, she had a hard last couple of weeks with her parents continuously being on her back about phasing. She squealed as she saw the movie pop up.

The entire movie we snuggled. He kissed my head every now and then. My head fell on his chest and I listened to his beautiful heartbeat. It was perfect. He was perfect. He whispered things into my ear things that made me laugh, blush, cringe. We were normal. As happy as we were on day one.

Once the movie was over, everyone conversed a bit and then started heading out. It was late, 11:30. We waved everyone off. Once the door was closed Tyler pressed me against the wall and grabbed my throat softly.

"You're staying here tonight, we need to finish what we started earlier," Tyler huskily said, eyes darkened, almost animalistic.

All I could do was smirk back.

"I walked all this way to talk to him. I knew he was home, I just couldn't do it," I whispered into Xavier's chest.

"Why not?" He asked rubbing my hair.

"Because I don't wanna know why he fell out of love with me. Then I'll feel like I have to change that thing because I'm unlovable. If he can just wake up one day and decided he doesn't love me after a year and 3 months, anyone could at any time. My entire outlook on love is destroyed," I said still crying but not as hard.

I wanted to sob, to scream, to punch him in the face, to forget about him, to hurt him like he hurt me... but I couldn't do anymore right now. I felt so incredibly weak.

We heard the bell of Weathervane chime and the guy behind the counter welcome whoever it was. It shot me out of my trance. I pulled away from Xavier and smiled at him a little. He softly smiled back and then looked over my shoulder. His mouth slowly fell open and his eyes widened and looked between me and them. I furrowed my brows and turned around to see Tyler and Wednesday standing there. All Tyler could do was stare at me, wide eyed. As if he's seen a person rise from the dead. In my head I put the pieces together.

I stood up and looked between the two of them. Then I looked at Tyler one last time and shook my head and ran out of the Weathervane.

I heard Tyler's voice call after me, then Xavier's shout at him. I ran as far as I could in the direction of Nevermore. I wasn't crying, I wasn't sad, I was livid. I saw a glass bottle on the ground. I picked it up and threw it as hard as I could at a tree, but it wasn't enough.

"His stupid face! His stupid voice! He was with her! How could I have been so stupid?!?" I just screamed.

No one was around to hear me. Until I felt arms just wrap around me. I tried so hard to push this person off, but couldn't. I just fell to the ground. I grabbed onto that person for dead life. Someone cared for me, someone showed me love and affection when I feel like I didn't deserve any. I looked up and saw Xavier. I nuzzled my face into his chest and he rested his cheek on my hair.

We didn't say anything, once I was ready we both stood up quietly and made our way back to Nevermore. Xavier walked me to my room and helped me remove my shoes and I laid down in bed. He smiled at me and turned to leave.

"Xavier?" I spoke out, "Will... you stay?"

He nodded and came over lying next to me. I rested my head on his chest. He was my best friend after all. I'd do just about anything for him and I know he'd do the same for me.

It's been 5 days since Tyler broke up with me. Xavier has been checking up on me nonstop. Going as far as to have his friends I'm barely acquainted with remind me that I need to eat on his behalf. I had been avoiding Jericho since the night at the coffee shop, but today I was going to have to bite the bullet because I had an appointment with Dr Kinbott. Principal Weems had seen my mental decline and scheduled me an appointment.

After my appointment with her I felt slightly better, I decided I was going to come weekly. At least until I was over Tyler.

I swung open the door to Dr Kinbotts office leaving and almost hit someone with the door.

"Woah!" They shouted.

"Oh I'm so so-." I cut myself off seeing the one person who I'd been avoiding.

"Y/n," he said in shock, "You see Dr Kinbott too? Since when?"

"Since some jerk broke my heart. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get to fencing practice," I said walking over to Principal Weems car as she was the one who drove me.

"I miss you," he called out.

I froze and turned around aggressively to face him, "Good. At least now I know I'm not the only one in pain."

I got in the car and we drove off. I looked in the side mirror, watching him watch me leave. He looked so sad. All I wanted to do was run into his arms, forgive him, take him back, but how could I do that to myself?

That whole interaction gave me déjà vu to the day I met Tyler.

I was walking with Enid and Yoko around Jericho it was the holidays and we were volunteering to help decorate the town and shops if they'd allow us to. I had the idea to ask Dr Kinbott if we could set up a mural and paint her display window. I ran over and just as I was about to open the door, it swung open and the supplies in my hands making me drop everything and the force was so big I lost my balance. However I didn't hit the ground as someone grabbed my wrist helping me regain my balance.

"I am so so sorry. Are you okay?" He said checking me over and getting on his hand and knees to help me pick up the supplies.

"Oh it's okay. I'm fine. No apologies necessary, I should've paid more attention," I said collecting some paint brushes.

We stood up and he handed me my supplies back. Then I saw him glance at my uniform. I internally cringed, knowing what might happen next.

"You go to Nevermore," he stated, "What're you guys up to this time?"

"Oh. We're helping to decorate the town for the holidays. Painting the windows, setting up trees and hanging lights. Making it look a little more, not like a prison," I laughed.

He laughed too, "Good! This town needs it!"

"I'm Y/n L/n, by the way," I held out my free hand.

"Tyler Galpin," he shook my hand.

"Galpin? Does sheriff Galpin happen to be your father? Or is it just a happy coincidence?" I smirked.

"Yeah. He's my dad. Do you know him? Get into trouble often?" He asked warily.

I raised a brow, "Maybe..."

We both laughed.

"No, I just came from the station. Asked if he'd be alright with us decorating it. Thankfully he said we have complete creative control," I explained with a giddy smile.

Tyler opened his mouth to speak but Dr Kinbott came out calling for him.

"You left your hat," she said handing it back, "Hello Y/n. How've you been?"

"I'm doing well. You?" I replied.

"Fantastic. I see you've met Tyler. I think you two would be great friends, just my professional opinion," she winked then walked back inside.

"Well Tyler, I hope to be seeing you again soon, but as of right now I have to go finish my volunteer work," I said kind of sadly.

"Well you can stop by the Weathervane later today, I work there. I hope to see you too," He smiled and we walked our separate ways.

Waking up the next day alone was quite nice. Nicer than I had thought. I know its only been 6 days, but I have a village helping me through this. Even Bianca has asked if I needed anything.

I went to see what was on my schedule for today, hoping it was something that would take my mind off of Tyler. To my disappointment, today was my free day for the week. I decided that I was going to go to the bookstore in Jericho. Thankfully, Tyler doesn't go to the bookstore. Every time I've asked him to come with me, he moaned and groaned the entire time and asked if I was finished every 30 seconds. The memory brought a sad smile to my face.

On the way to the shuttle I ran into Xavier.

"Hey! Where are you going?" He asked concerned.

"Oh, I've decided to go buy a couple of books from the bookstore. There's a book that has just been released and I'm hoping they have it in stock!" I said rather excitedly.

"Well I'm glad to see that smile back on your face," he said smiling back, "I've missed you!"

"I owe it all to my bestie," I said playfully punching his arm.

"Hey Y/n!" Enid yelled running over.

"Hey Enid!" I smiled.

"Listen, I have important news, the bookstore has the book we've been wanting in stock! They just got a shipment this morning! If I don't get my hand on that book I might die!" She panicked.

I laughed, "Okay! Looks like I have a Buddy to come with my to Jericho! See you later Xavi!"

We rode the shuttle and rushed off as quickly as we got on. I looked around for any sign of tyler and made a break for the library. We bursted through the door and made a be-line for the "Young Adult" section. I grabbed two books off the shelf and handed one to Enid and made our way to checkout.

"Hey, wanna grab a coffee at Weathervane?" Enid smiled.

I hesitated knowing who might be there, but agreed nonetheless. We got there and I peeked through the windows nit seeing Tyler behind the counter but someone else. My body relaxed. We went in and ordered our usuals and sat in a corner booth. The same one Xavier and I sat in.

“How’ve you been?” Enid asked as if she was walking on eggshells.

“I’m better. I really do have some amazing friends. Without you all I don’t know what I would do,” I smiled at her stirring my coffee with a straw.

“I know this may be a sensitive question, but if he were to ask, would you get back with him? I only ask that because I’m trying to put myself in your shoes when it comes to Ajax. I feel like I’d take him back,” she shrugged.

“I don’t know Enid. I don’t even know why he broke up with me,” I said sadly.

“You didn’t ask?”

I shook my head.

“Maybe… when the time is right… you can get your answers. And who knows, maybe he will come to you. Just give it time,” She smiled sympathetically.

We went back to Nevermore and I felt so much better than I have this entire week. Maybe it was today, and I know grieving looks different every day, but it was nice not to cry for one day. Hopefully tomorrow will be the same.

I woke up excited for the day as today was supposed to be the day Nevermore students started decorating Jericho for the holidays. I looked outside and I immediately became disappointed… it was pouring.

I look in the distance to see a red car and what seems to be two people arguing. I watched for a minute trying to remember where I’ve seen that car. The only person that could come to mind was Tyler. I heard my phone vibrating. I went over and read the caller: Tyler Galpin.

I gasped as all the pieces fit together. I hesitated. I also don’t have much time to make a conscious decision.

I answer:

Y/n: hello?

Tyler: Thank god! I didn’t think you were going to answer. Come outside! To the gate please!

Y/n: I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Tyler.

Tyler: I’ll give you 10 minutes, if you don’t come in ten, I promise I’ll leave and you’ll never hear from me again.

He hung up. I then get a text:

Xavier: Don’t come outside!

They’re the two arguing at the gate. My curiosity is saying “go see what he wants”. My gut is telling me that I’ve been getting better without him in my life, why start over?

I get another text:

Tyler: I’m so sorry. I love you!

I ran out the door and down the stairs. No shoes, no jacket, nothing. I ran down the drive and stopped as soon as I got about 5 yards from him. I look up and squint as the rain seems to pour harder.

“You came!” He said with a slight smile.

“You broke up with me than came crawling back saying you love me… my curiosity got the better of me,” I said crossing my arms as the rain was quite cold.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to break up with you!”

“Then why did you?”

“I was scared! I mean look at you! You’re perfect! You’re headed off to college next year and I’ll be left behind, forgotten. Just a distant memory of a boy in a shitty small town everyone wants to forget!” He explained.

“You could’ve just spoken to me! Asked me how we were going to make it work! Told me your fears! I wouldn’t have laughed, or make you feel stupid! They’re valid feelings and thoughts to have!” I explained.

“I want to marry you, Y/n! I want to spend the rest of my life with you! I want to see you fulfill your dreams and peruse your passions! I want to love you through all your changes! And most importantly I want to be the one you love! This week has been hell for me! I’ve barely eaten, I haven’t slept much…”

“You seemed pretty okay when you and Wednesday were together,” I said bitterly.

“She came over asking for my help and then told me I looked like hell. I asked her to sit with me while I slept because I kept having nightmares. I’m not in love with her… I’m in love with you! I understand if you don’t want me anymore, I ripped your heart out with no explanation, but I-.”

I cut him off by running at him and tackling him in a hug. He fell to his knees holding me with a heavy sigh, as if a weight fell off his back.

“Does this mean we’re back together?” He asked tears running down his face.

“Yeah!” I said matching him.

He pulled me into a passionate kiss. A kiss I’ve been longing for.

Then I remembered… this isn’t some fairytale…

“Y/n?” I heard Tyler’s voice, “Please say something.”

“Have a nice life Tyler,” I whispered because I was afraid if I didn’t I’d breakdown.

I got out of his car and walked through the Nevermore gate.

Can we just skip this part?

Where you drive away

And I don't know what to do

And I watch your taillights fade

In a shirt that smells like you

Then cry on the floor in the dark

Can we just skip this part?

Where I convince myself

There's no one else for me

And find any excuse

Just to drive down your street

Cut to when cuts fade to scars

Can we just skip this part?

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iceprincessviviane · 10 months

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Chapter 3 - New in the town.

Heritage series.

Pairing: poly!BTS (Demons) x Female!Shy!Skinny!Chosen!Reader

Type: dark romance, horror au, soulmate au, ploy relationship, slowburn, yandere.

Warnings: Horror themes, some religion themes (mostly demonic), gore, blood, dreams, manipulation, witchcraft, magic themes, death (side characters), mentionings of forced marriage, mentioning about past, loss, yandere, obsessive, possessive, swearing, low self-esteem,dealing with grief, sugestive content and silly jokes created by me. (If there is more to add let me know.)

Previous chapter. Next chapter.

Summary: new town, new peopple. Accomodating might be hard, but small steps should be enough. As long as there is not any problems, everything is good.

Author's note: this chapter also might be longer because of town's description. I hope the introduction of members won't be too cheesy and cringe 😌 English isn't my first language so sorry for any mistakes.

MINORS DNI

Y/N woke up without any alarm's help. The night was peacefuly, she even dreamt about the forest around the city, for the next three day, she didn't have to log in the work, so had all time to figured out things with mansion. After doing a morning routine and eating yet again sandwiches, she got a text from Jungkook, he'll show up with a man who can rent her a car. Y/N went outside since it was pretty warm, got a closer look to an old tree and through gate to separted garden, then opened main gate. Not even five minutes went by, when two pick ups parked, from first got out Jungkook, now in baggy clothes and free failing hair, from second man in his mid fifties with a cigarette and hat.

"Good morning miss." He shook her hand.

"Good morning, nice to meet you." She said with little smile.

"So Jungkook told me you looking for a car to rent. It happens that this one is sitting at garage for like two months and I don't need it, but well it's quite a big one."

Y/N glanced at blue, goodlooking pick up. It clearly looked like not used, because there wasn't a personal stuff.

"I just need something to be able to get to the town down below and back here." She explained honestly.

"Oh, so it's perfect it's nice and reliabe car, just my brother left it, because he's abroad."

Man proceed to show her all the papers, confirming that it's well treated car and it won't just let her down.

"I think it's what I am looking for. What's the price of the rent?" She asked really convinced.

"We can summed up things right before your leaving, I don't want to take too much since you'll be just using it in town." Man said honestly.

Jungkook was observing their conversation quietly. His car was bigger and was black. He leaned on it's door and crossed his arms.

"Okay, I will fill it if it'll be necessary and maybe you have someone to confirm about the bills?" Y/N suggested little clueless.

"Yea they know me at gas station, so they'll know that you are renting my car." Man smiled.

Y/N signed the contract and they have exchanged the hand shake. Jungkook showed his bunny smile.

"Thanks Jungkook."

"It's okay buddy, get in the car I'll drive you to the town." He said and opened door for a man.

"I'll be also going there but a little later. Gotta buy some groceries etc." She said honestly.

"Sure, there shouldn't be a lot of people that early. Call me if you'll need something." Jungkook flashed her bunny smile and entered the pick up.

They drove away and Y/N came back into mansion. She grabbed bag with wallet, remembering to have her driving license, along with some plastic bags to carry groceries and list. After closing each window and door she opened earlier, than main gate, everything was ready to set off. Drive to town wasn't long, she even parked right under supermarket, nice it wouldn't be problem to pack it. There were also shopping carts so another advantage. Inside were a lot of aisles filled with everything, than further ones with fridges, fruits and vegetables, general food, meat and even with clothes, AGD and supplies. It was perfect, Y/N needed everythig at once. First she went with food, buying everything with long expiration date, some fresh fruits and vegetables, some meat to freeze and left for then. A lot of drinks like juice, water, tea and some coca cola. She equiped herself with a lot of clearing tools, bags for vaccuming, pair of gloves and trash bags. Then went bathroom and kitchen supplies. Her cart was almost full, when she was checking what left and turned out Y/N forgot transparent foil. She was about to reach for it, don't know who thought that placing it on higher shelf was a good idea, unfortunately she tripped and fell straight into a stranger, which was also buying something. He let go of book holding under an arm to catch her and helped stand straight.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry, I'm clumsy." She apologized looking up.

Her eyes met chocolote ones with glasses and concerned face. He was way more taller than she, thick arms and silver hair. Y/N breathed heavily in, second handsome man she met in span of two days. Except that he wore crisp, neat shirt with rolled sleeves and ubuttoned a little. Trousers were from fine, checked material and leather, elegant shoes.

"Eveything all right, you good Miss?"

"Yes, yes." She released breath shakily. "Your book!"

She crouched down to pick it up. She took it carefuly and glanced at title, small gasp left her lips and small smile appeard on them.

"Dante Alighieri Divine Comedy?" Y/N asked looking at stranger suprisingly.

He smiled back and nodded. "Yes, it's occupying lately my mind." He took it from her. "Did you read it?"

"Yes, around year ago and I liked it a lot."

"I'm on Prugatory. Still have a to read it and then Paradise."

He glanced at her cart full of different things and his smile widened showing the cutest diamples she has ever seen.

"Are you that newcomer?"

"Oh... yes, it's me." She said meekly. "The news are spreading fast here I see."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Kim Namjoon." He gave her his hand.

"Y/N L/N. I'm really sorry." She grabbed and he shook it firmly.

"It's okay, you wouldn't want to know how many times I've dropped it in the past." He scrated his nape and giggled nervously. "How's your residence here so far?"

"Ugh I've arrived here yesterday, I just checked the mansion and everything is working but I'm missing basic supplies."

"It's that one on a hill right?" Namjoon asked tilting his head slighty to left.

"Yes."

"It's a beautiful one. I'm living in another one, which is closer to town, but still in the woods."

"Oh really, you are owning it?" She asked with surprise.

"Yes, I like to nap there and sometimes inspire myself." He nodded pushing his glasses back on the nose.

Y/N could swear that this made her knees weak. She hid her heating cheeks and shuffled with cart a little.

"So are you an artist?"

Deep laugh filled the silence and smirk showed up on Namjoon's lips. He narrowed his gaze a little and looked at her from toes to head.

"No, I'm a businessman, but I do enjoy literature and art."

Y/N nodded shying away from his gaze. Who would think that such man is going to stay here? But he had right, the views and scennery were stunning, so maybe taking a break from work here worked very efficient.

"Isn't it a lethal combination?"

"Tell me." In his eyes flashed sparkle of approval.

"I think it is." A little smile appeard on her lips.

"It was nice to meet you, but I need to go. If you would want to we can grab a coffee or tea sometime." Namjoon suggested softly.

"It would be really nice."

They exchanged phone numbers and Y/N tried to hide small, plesant smile and heated cheeks. How lucky was she? Meeting another handsome and nice man during such situation? Truly strange. She paid, then left the shop with cart and put everything in car. A lot of things had to be in fridge, so it was necessary to come back to mansion. After putting everything in place and make some orders Y/N again got in the car - this time to drive around and meet the area. The main square and road was easy, but gas station was a little bit further, when the road was going into another direction. In the forest were a lot of different paths, some were just porches into forest entrances, with wooden railings, parking spots and atmospheric bowers. When she got into another one there was small, woden cabin between few trees. Y/N parked that anyone could pass through and took off, the air was fresh and full of spine smell. Silence was only but by birds and she felt warm sunshine kissing her skin. Suddenly an elder woman appeard, also with groceries obviously going to cabin direction. She looker like granny and was visibly struggling with holding the items. Unfortunately the plastic bag has given up and all things rolled into ground. She gasped and Y/N immediately rushed to aid her.

"Please let me help."

She crouched down to pick up food first to prevent dirtying it. She used her spare bag from a purse and put those in, the focused on rest.

"Do you live here ma'am?" She asked pointing at cabin.

"Yes my dear, thank you for help." Elder give her geniue smile.

"It's nothing."

They both reached cabin older woman opened the door revealing small and cozy living room with an table, couch, chairs and plush armchair on which was lying small, black as night cat with emerald green eyes. It rose head when women appeard and observed them carefuly. Room was shared with open kitchen which was filled with cupboards, stove, countertops under a walls and small fridge. Y/N put everything on a countertop.

"Is it everything? Do you need anything more?"

"Yes sweetie, thank you a lot." Grandma said and sat on the chair to take a breath.

Cat jumped off the armchair, stretched out and walked to owner, rubbing it's whole body against her legs. She smiled and petted it's head affecionate. Y/N smiled at sight, but in no time white cat with black spots in whole body appeard and meowed softly.

"Do you have a catfood here? I can set it up, since you have to nap ma'am."

"It should be in the bag."

There was a bowls under a wall, so she filled them with food which was bought. Three more cats showed up and black one abandoned owner to eat.

"Oh there's a lot of them." Y/N smiled.

"Mostly they are stray, but I feed them since this forest is dangerous."

"Oh I heard about the wolfs."

"You are the newcomer right love?"

"Yes it's me Y/N L/N" she introduced herself and nodded respectfuly.

"You can call me Annise, looks like Emerald started to already like you."

They both looked down and saw the black cat rubbing it's body against her legs, with tail high standing.

"Can I pet it?"

Grandma nodder and Y/N crouched and ran her fingers through cat's smooth fur. It purred softly then meowed and looked at her with big, green eyes.

"It's beautiful."

"Yeah, Emerald is a one handsome boy."

"Do you have a phone ma'am? I can help you a little when I'm free, you live pretty far from main part of the city."

"I have it, thank you but I don't want to bother you sweetie. I heard rumors that you are here for an important thing." Elder woman stated with shy tone.

"Well yes, but it seems it'll take a time and now don't even started so I can be helpful."

Grandma smiled and they exchange phone numbers. She also suggested Y/N to stay a while, when she prepared tea and took out a cookies from a shelf. Emerald jumped on her lap, when she sat at the table, she explained briefly how the case with mansion is going and described how it looks for now.

"You a brave girl coming here all alone." Annise summed up with respect.

"I kinda had no choice, but when officials issued everything, it wasn't that scary. The manor is very big and I admit that it's overwhelming, but I hope everything be all right and I wanna take care of it in a sake of my late aunt."

"Yes, but also living now deep in the forest for a town girl might be uncomfortable." Grandma looked up at her.

"For now I'm trying not to complain but nature here looks beautiful."

"Just be careful and watch out about a weather."

Y/N nodded and the conversation went for a while. After an noon she excused herself and thanked for a cookies. She had to come back and eat a dinner, also wanted to look after a mansion a little. Emerald didn't took off his shining eyes of her, till the door closed. Cat looked at his owner.

"Gosh she's lovely..." Annise stated with sad sigh.

"We have to start act immediately." Emerald growled a little and stretched again.

"Yes... the necklace won't be enough."

}*{

When Y/N came back to the mansion, it was late noon and she could feel her stomach growling. After preparing something ready to eat, which she bought in the shop, the tour around the mansion begin once more, but now she chose locked garden. The gate creaked loudly when she opened it with rosary key and looked inside. The stone path was cleared and grass actualy was cut and neat. It was a little strange, but maybe some gardener was sent here before her arrival. Y/N went deeper, where the trees starter and dry fountain can be found. Some birds were chirped and warm sun went out of the clouds shining at sunclock. It felt unreal, like she got transported into another time and world. Good thing that garden was cleared, Y/N had zero experience with such plants and places, maybe it would need water later, those flowerbeds looked like someone would have to care about them. Something took her attention. On one of the bush branches was hanging a stick tangled with feathers and grass, she frowned a little, touching it carefuly. Was it some of children making? Some sort of bird thing? She decided to left it, when she recalled that indeed there were a nightingale living around the manor.

Y/N left the garden, it didn't need any clearing now so she decided next is a library. It was huge room with second floor, both filled with tall bookshelfes, another fireplace with cozy couch anr armchair, the windows were going through backyard, very back part of the garden. Whole library was dusty to the second floor were leading circling stairs and it was in fact a balcony, with more bookshelfes and a place wiqth desk and chair in the back, near big window. There were also sculptures and paintings, probably everything needed to be write down and inspected. Some books appeard to be very old, some were having even wooden covers. This place will definitely need some vaccuming and clearing. She came back to master bedroom, when already was an laptop and some of her things put in the order. It came out that mayor emailed her - the government started to look for an specialist and in the attachment was a list of all things which needed to be catalogued and written down. There were thousands... Y/N sighed and send it to her phone, maybe she'll find time for that. After some nap she went to close main gate, evening just started and she probably won't go anywhere, she also checked the garden, but an surprise waited for her under main door. Cat with intense grey fur and mix of yellow and green eyes waited for her and meow when she came into it's sight.

"How did you got here?" Y/N asked and animal just rubbed it's body against her legs.

It also allowed to pet it's head gently and reached a paw towards her. Girl's heart just melted and cat was allowed inside the mansion. Suprisingly it sat in the middle of big space looked around and them started to follow her upstairs. Inside her room, started clearing whole body, when Y/N was thinking what to do with him. It might be one of Annise's cat or another stray - so she couldn't let him outside on that time, if the area is really that dangerous. She had a fresh piece of fish, so she put it on a plate and filled wide bowl with water. Cat accepted it after cleaning himself. It was avarage size, for sure adult and actualy an handsome gentleman. When she briefly looked at list sent by mayor - it was so long, because there was a sections filled with books, second most wide was furniture one. After some time, the night overtook the world, the moon peeked into bedroom and Y/N decided to go to sleep. After fast shower she went into a bed and cat decided to curled near her legs which caused her heart to melt again. The shadow shapes seemed like stretching towards canopy bed, but all jumped into cat's shadow caused it to be more darker, only when it opened eyes. Nothing else dared to enter bedroom this night.

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eclecticqueennerd · 9 months

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Confessions

Part 4

*language, drug use, mild violence, angst*

After finding Soldier Boy roaming around a neighborhood in New York, you and Hughie stashed him away in some janky motel to which Hughie promptly texted Butcher to tell him the address. Soldier Boy sat on the creaky bed across the room, head in his hands while you and Hughie watched from a distance.

“Can you believe that bitch sold me out to the Russians? Man, I thought she loved me.”

“It never fails that our loved ones find some way to disappoint us.” You lament. Hughie looks at you and shook his head, almost pleading with you not to speak further. Soldier Boy looks up and meets your eyes.

“I thought that they were my friends. But in the end, they fucking hated me. They weren’t even paid!” You noticed a light glowing coming from under his shirt, similar to the glow you first saw back in Russia when Kimiko was attacked. Hughie shifted closer to the door but you slowly approached Soldier Boy and knelt in front of him. You placed a hand on the top of his,

“I’m so sorry. It seems that some people don’t understand the concept of loyalty nowadays. Your pain, I get it.” The two of you stayed there for a few minutes, eyes locked. God you seriously hoped this calms him down otherwise you’re all fucked. The glowing dissipated and Soldier Boy looked to the ground, taking a deep breath and gave a curt nod.

You backed up and sat at the table next to the bed. He wants validation, if it means we don’t fucking die, I can give him that. Silence fell upon the room and then,

“Your friend is taking forever; can I get a burger and some reefer while we wait? I’m fucking starving.” Hughie looked at you expectantly, you sighed. Soldier Boy caught the transaction.

“No not her, she stays. You go get it twig.”

“But-“

“It’s okay. I’ll get it. Imma use the bathroom real quick.” You hear pounding on the motel door as you step out of the bathroom. This made both you and Solider Boy jump. Hughie looked through the peep hole and opened the door.

“Ugh, God dude you stink. You need a shower.”

“Nice to see ya too ya prick.”

“What were you even doing last night? Drinking the whole bar?”

“Maeve dropped by with some more Temp-V, we started drinkin’ and one thing led to another…” Butcher turned around and saw you standing in the doorway to the bathroom. Aww fuck, he thought.

It was like someone punched you through the chest and ripped out your still beating heart. Butcher will work with a supe, he will be a supe, he’ll even fuck a supe, but he’ll never love one. You walked past the three men towards the door to leave.

“Make sure you get extra bacon!” Soldier Boy calls out.

Good goddamn that line in the lobby for burgers was too long. You do your best not to lose your temper with the workers, they’re being paid shit wages, working for a shit company just to get by in this shit world. You succeed in your efforts and even go so far as to lash out some of your anger towards a Karen waiting for extra ketchup packets busy berating some poor bright-eyed teenager. You turned the corner and then your phone notification goes off,

-He wants bennies too- Yeah, fuck you, Butcher you thought as you opened the gated door, punched in a string of numbers into the keypad and descend the stairs to the dealer Butcher recommended. How convenient that your two destinations were close by to each other.

“You must be y/n, about time! Butcher said you’d be here 30 minutes ago.”

“Hey sorry I’m late, I had to pick something up before this and it took a while.”

“I don’t care, you got the money?”

“Yeah, and I need bennies too.”

“I need bennies too.” The dealer said in a mocking tone. You let the attitude pass and toss the dealer a pile of bills, he counts it and then pockets the cash.

“You’re short.”

“The hell I’m fucking not. Count it again.”

“You think I’m fucking dumb and don’t know how to count? You’re short.”

“Come on, you really think I’m gonna stiff ya?”

“You know and work with Butcher, but I don’t know ya and I don’t trust ya.”

“Yeah well, I aint Butcher, you can trust me. It’s all there.” The dealer approached you quickly and withdrew a pocketknife and held it to your throat.

“You better not fuck with me. Now give me the rest of my money bitch.” With all the events happening lately, you couldn’t contain your rage and snapped. You pushed the dealer far enough away to give the dealer a backhanded slap and a loud crack echoed through the den. The dealer fell to the floor, limp. Realizing what you just did, you knelt and checked for a pulse. Fuck, I just killed the bastard. You took the cash from his pocket and grabbed the pot and bennies and left the hideout.

Walking into the motel room, you set your key onto the nightstand and set the food items down on the dining table. Soldier Boy got up from the bed and made his way to the table and started eating his fries. You took the open chair across from him and rubbed at your temples.

“Fuckin took ya long enough. Almost had to send out a damn search party to go find ya.” Butcher exclaimed, throwing his magazine to the side as he approached the table.

“I don’t see why you care.” Butcher’s eyes go dark.

“I believe it or not I care that you get taken, again. I just don’t want you gettin all fucked up and spillin the beans about what me and the boys are up to.”

“You know what Butcher?” you rose from your seat and got in his face. Butcher had a slight look of surprise in his eyes, but it went as quickly as it came.

“If you two are gonna bitch and moan, do it outside and let me enjoy my burger in peace.” Butcher and you stared at each other, neither of you budging from your spot. Your blood was on fire with rage. You’re fucking tired of being treated like shit from Butcher and goddamnit if he wanted to fight, fight you will. Soldier Boy, mouth full of burger said,

“You, Queen Elizabeth, get the fuck out and take the twig with you.” Butcher’s mouth curled up into a smug grin.

“Come on Hughie, we got shit we gotta do.”

You sat back on the chair hard while holding your face in your hands after the motel room door slammed shut. God he’s so infuriating! You wanna yell at Butcher, you wanna fight him, you wanna throw shit, you wanna cry out all your frustrations. But you can’t. Soldier Boy doesn’t need a first-class ticket to your inner turmoil and he’s unstable enough without the addition to all your bullshit.

“Lover’s quarrel?”

“We’re not lovers.”

“Coulda fuckin fooled me.” Soldier Boy spilled the bennies on the table and took his knife out. Using the butt end of the knife he crushed the pills into a powder and snorted them.

“What’s his problem?” You look at him while he wipes the leftover dust on his nose.

“What isn’t Butchers problem?” you retorted.

“What’s his problem with you?”

“That I’m a supe.” Soldier Boy was expecting you to elaborate but you didn’t, that’s the gist of it.

“That’s it?”

“Yeah.”

“What a fuckin pussy.” You giggled but then it morphed into full blown gut busting laughter. You’ve never heard anyone call Butcher a pussy, they were all too scared of what he’s do to them and lately yeah, Butcher has been acting like a pussy. You missed his smirk and glint in Solder Boys eyes while he watched you laugh. By the time you’ve settled down, tears were streaming down your face.

“Ugh, sorry.” You said, looking around trying to find something to wipe them off with. Soldier Boy reached into his bag and produced a napkin for you.

“Don’t be. He must’ve put you through some shit.”

“Yes, he has.”

“You should get back at him.” You gave Soldier Boy a puzzled look. “And by get back at him I mean show him he has no power over you. Best way to get under a guy’s skin, is show him you don’t fuckin need him.”

Soldier Boys right. You don’t need Butcher, he needs you. You’re the one that holds the group together, you’re the one that patches everyone up after a fight, you’re the one that comes up with creative ways of getting a job done.

“By the way, nothing’s wrong with you for being a supe. A real man would stand by his girl no matter what.” Butterflies began in your stomach, you glance down at the table.

“Unless that girl pawns him off to the Russians.” Your eyes went wide, and Soldier Boy let out a gut bursting laugh. You cracked a smile and chuckled slightly.

“Thanks for the pep talk Solider Boy.”

“Not Solider Boy. Call me Ben.”

#billy butcher #frenchie #mothers milk #the boys #soldier boy #soldier boy x reader #kimiko the boys #karl urban #billy butcher x reader #the boys amazon #jensen ackles #angst #Spotify

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joels-shitty-puns · 4 months

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Pins and Needles - Chapter 2

Pairing: Post-Outbreak!Joel Miller x Reader

Series Summary: Joel has known you for several years, but it was always strictly business, which was easier and preferred. However, after you run into him in Jackson, avoiding him is more of a challenge than you'd like.

Series Warnings: 18+ only (MDNI). Alluding to sexual scenarios. Mention of masturbation. Kissing. Age gap, reader is 39/40 Joel is 56/57. Violence!!! This features outbreak day memories. Blood, stabbing, cannibalism, death, infected. An airplane crash. Spoilers from season 1 of TLOU HBO. Deaths from that season are mentioned. Nightmares. Angst/tension. Let me know if I missed anything!!

Other stuff: Reader is referred to by the nickname Needles, but other than that descriptors are avoided! Reader is fem.

This series was based on these two anon requests! Here and here

Series list: Here

Word count: 1.7k

You and Joel had crossed paths many times over the years. First meeting in the QZ back in 2017, you became acquainted with Tess first. It wasn't long before the three of you were trading goods and looting old buildings for supplies together. Tess eventually introduced you to Bill and Frank, first telling you about them and how they met over the radio. She was very enthusiastic about it, but you, as usual, refused to get close. Bill and Frank were a nice couple, but you couldn't risk getting attached to anyone.

You were first hesitant when Tess wanted to exchange goods and occasionally work together. But you agreed. A business transaction basically.

When she insisted you meet Bill and Frank you blatantly said no. But she assured you it would be worth it, and so the next month, the three of you trekked to their site. Bill cooked up the first decent meal you had eaten in years, and Frank instantly acted like a friend. It didn't take many more trips before he offered you a vacant home in their empty, gated community. You again declined, much to Bill’s agreement. That was too much attachment.

Joel, unlike Tess, seemed very similar in your thinking. He was a stranger to you, despite years of knowing each other, working together, sleeping in the same camps and keeping watch for each other. That was fine by you. You could tell enough about him without his words to need more information. You could tell that he had been through hell and didn't want to risk it by forming relationships. Alliances was as far as he'd go.

Rarely ever did the two of you communicate. Mainly, you would just nod to each other. Tess was the moderator. You didn't know the relationship between them, but whatever she and Joel were was none of your business. The only reason you can imagine she was interested in working with you, was your same aloof attitude and personality as Joel. Your ability to hold your own, killing clickers and stalkers without blinking an eye. You were tough as nails and cool as a cucumber. Tess loved you, and Joel… couldn't complain. You seemed fine without help.

You always assumed Joel and Tess were a couple. Not that you really cared, and they never really said anyway. But despite their potential relationship, you'd be lying if you said you didn't find Joel attractive. You would never act on it, not only because they might be in a relationship, but also the risk of getting attached to someone was much greater when sex and attraction was involved. You tried to avoid that at all costs.

Sure, you'd been with people before since the outbreak, but it was mostly a beneficial situation for both, mainly to get off. Never for love and never with many words. Usually it would be with other traders or Fedra officers you needed to make deals with. You had no problem using violence to make deals, but you also realized you could use your body, and get a little for yourself out of it too.

But rarely ever were you actually interested in someone in this day and age. They might be nice enough to look at to get the job done, but none really took your breath away. None were really attractive to you. So the rush you felt at first seeing Joel was concerning to say the least.

Attraction would only make things complicated. So instead, the two of you were distant and tense. You kept each other alive and you traded and that was that. You tried your best to avoid looking at his features very closely whenever the two of you were nearer than five feet to each other. No need to find anything you liked looking at.

Unfortunately, you did have to make eye contact. And those eyes. Those gorgeous brown eyes haunted you. Showing up in your dreams, accompanied by that rough voice laced with his Texas accent. Not that you liked that sort of thing. Of course not. You weren't attracted to him, and that was that.

Despite your efforts to stay away from connections, you were still human and urges arose from time to time. If you ever felt sexually frustrated over the Joel situation, you would find someone who either was willing to make a deal, or someone who just wanted sex, and move on. If you didn't opt for fucking someone, your fingers did the job just fine, sometimes even better. But you never let your mind imagine it was Joel. That was against your rules.

The last time you heard from Joel Miller was over a year ago now. You had left the QZ a while before, and he had contacted you on the radio to ask for a car battery. He said was trying to find his brother.

You told him you didn't have a battery, nor had you seen his brother, and that was the conversation. You never knew he had a brother and you never felt the need to know more. That was enough information for you.

That said, it came as quite a shock when you arrived in Jackson and not only met Tommy, but reunited with Joel as well. And he had changed.

Sure, you could still feel the gruff exterior, but he was with a kid now. He was essentially her dad. And it was clear he knew what he was doing from the little you saw of them in the cafeteria. Suddenly it made sense to you. Joel must have lost a child at some point. Likely a girl based on how he acted with Ellie. You could tell by the way he behaved that he had grown soft for her.

You knew that probably scared the shit out of him the first time he realized it. You would feel the same, but you had surprised yourself when you found yourself smiling at the thought of his reaction. The thought of him forming a relationship. The scene of him being a dad.

You pushed that to the side. Nope. Don't need to feel mushy for Joel Miller. He went soft but you don't have to.

Although you hadn't spoken much, it was safe to assume Tess was no longer in the picture, either by separation or death. You hoped for the former, but it was likely the latter, and despite her absence, he seemed happy. You felt some envy seeing him with his (now) daughter and his brother. You missed those connections deep down. Though you'd never admit it.

But when Joel first saw you in the forest clearing a week and a half ago, you heard his voice in person for the first time in several years. He spoke your nickname for the first time maybe… ever. And in it you heard…Concern? Relief? Both?

But why would Joel Miller be relieved or concerned to see you?

He dismounted his horse and walked over to you, yet you didn't see the usual gruffness in his demeanor. Instead, he reached you, crouching to his knees to meet your level where you had sunk in the snow. He hunched, looking you over and seeing your healing wounds and dry lips. Your frozen skin and shaky muscles. He cupped your face with both his hands to look you in the eye, and you simply looked at him in confusion. You tensed, nearly jolting at the feel of his hands on your body, having not been touched by anyone in so long, and certainly never with such care.

What is he doing?

It was the first time Joel Miller had his hands on your face. One of the few times he had his hands on your body, and the only time it was ever with affection. With the pull of his hands, you were forced to meet those brown eyes you had always tried so hard to avoid. The eyes that make your knees buckle. A weakness you tried to ignore.

The way he held your face was gentle, yet firm, and as much as you wanted to avoid his eyes, you couldn't. What you could do, however, was avoid all other features of his face and body. Focus on his eyes, only, you told yourself. One weakness was enough.

But as you stared into those deep, dark brown eyes, sparkling against the sun and snow, you were met with an all-encompassing scent. Sure, you had smelled Joel before. Working in close contact makes that inevitable. Living in a quarantine zone during an apocalypse means that everyone smells a little less than great. Everyone is usually dirty, thick with a layer of grime and sweat. Matted hair of dirt and oils until the next rare shower or more often, lake or pond.

But this wasn't dirt. It wasn't sweat, or grease, or blood. It wasn't any form of body odor. Though you could still smell the usual scent that meant Joel in your mind, the normal, not bad, human scent everyone has unique to their body, you smelled other things. His usual leather aroma was still prevalent as he wore his classic thick leather jacket. But you also smelled… soap. He smelled clean. Soap, shampoo, conditioner, shaving cream, maybe even deodorant? Cool, minty wafts swirled between you from his mouth as he asked if you were okay. Clean linen could be smelled from the flannel he wore below the coat. You were sure you weren't smelling cologne as that would be pointless in this day and age, but he still smelled good. He smelled like a man. Rugged and masculine. But clean, and damn good.

It made your breath catch and your heart rate quicken. You still refused to look at the rest of his face. Or his body. But his scent filled your senses and his eyes filled your gaze. His touch encompassed your face. The only thing you felt. Saw. Smelled. It was all Joel. You needed someone to ground you, because him filling every inch of your senses had you reeling for more. Desire pooled in your body.

And as you sat in the tub, thinking back to that day and the events of the last week or so, it was the first time you let your hands drift lower down your body to pleasure yourself with the thought of Joel Miller on your mind.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #a! wrote a fic #joel miller #pedro pascal x afab!reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfic #joel miller smut #joel miller fic #tlou fanfiction #tlou fic #tlou fanfic #tlou

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hikennosabo · 4 months

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#tristampparty day 4, episode 4: hungry!

HAPPY WOLFWOOD WEDNESDAY AND DAY 4 OF @tristampparty!! i've watched this episode at least half a dozen times so... LET'S GOOOOO

it's been pointed out a million times already but lol lmao even. i want to eat rocks.

this is more subtle if you dont know japanese but wolfwood being introduced in episode 4 is also a death flag. did they plan it this way on purpose. (4=shi=death)

also the radio dj for this episode is masaya onosaka again!

it just breaks my heart, man. god when i read volume 7 and realized that's where orange got this from. man. man.

wolfwood getting hit by the truck is funny i'm sorry.

okay i'm kind of confused actually about what the plan was here... like we know that wolfwood was sent to be vash's guide, but him getting hit by the truck was OBVIOUSLY NOT PLANNED so the group finding zazie at the fuel station wasn't planned either. like. based on what zazie says later in the episode, they were "helping" wolfwood gain vash's trust by creating an enemy for them to face together. so did zazie just do all of this on the fly? should i just assume that zazie knows everything that's going on all the time? did they see what was going on from the worm cloud above that we see at the start of the episode? even though those worms were just... microbial? so they determined which fuel station the truck was going to stop at and killed the people there and disguised themself... that must have been what happened, right?

and what's with this. there was a post i saw a while ago where op said they don't like how orange adapted this scene. because the context is changed. because zazie and wolfwood are working together so instead of this being an act of genuine kindness wolfwood is just... acting i guess. but i don't know. does wolfwood even know this is zazie at this point. maybe he's stupid idk KLJDSFKLSDFJ or is it that he can't help himself because zazie LOOKS like a child?? I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHAT TO MAKE OF THIS SCENE NOW.

this is clearly an act though i mean unless orange has some insane as-yet-unseen backstory for zazie, these aren't genuine tears

it's so funny how vash gives roberto the bill like this. like, "daaaad..."

so he says, with zazie at the center of the composition.

they tried to spike him up a little bit, but no matter how you look at him, i don't think he's worthy of the title of needle-noggin. this is just wolfwood subconsciously remembering what he called vash in previous timelines (<- JOKE)

i wonder about this. the only "human" who can control worms is zazie. humans, plural, though? how many human disguises has zazie taken on over the years?

wolfwood has given negative reasons for vash to trust him. this is just vash subconsciously remembering his relationship with wolfwood in previous timelines (<- JOKE)

vash's little sneeze after him and wolfwood get sneezed out of the worm is sooooo cute

they're just lying out their ass they're fully aware that vash is a plant

ehhh i've said this before but i don't like how orange adapted zazie... they're very different from their manga counterpart. they're one of the most changed characters i think. i don't like their design that much either... the half-pants... idk... i like the bug mask at least...? i like that there's some insect-like design elements but... eh...

honestly shout out to these guys. the real stars of this episode fr

interesting how roberto is the one who distrusted wolfwood the most but doesn't actually oppose wolfwood going with them...? meryl is the one most opposed...

I'VE WATCHED THIS EPISODE SO MANY TIMES AND I STILL DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT ZAZIE MEANS HERE. WHAT DO YOU MEAN KILLING FRIENDS. WOLFWOOD DOESN'T DO THAT. HE HAS NEVER DONE THAT.

what moment does he mean. talking about his gate so does he mean in episode 3? from when... right before he shot his gun at knives, maybe? there was a weird aura... i thought it was because of what knives did to vash's gun but... uhhh.... uhhhhhhhhhhhhh (steam comes out of my ears from thinking too hard)

uhhhh. this is ninelives. there's more than one of him. is this how they adapted ninelives... instead of being piloted by nine guys there are nine... of him... like... nine big guys... nine robots(?)...????

haha. yeah. and knives hates that. :')

that ends episode 4... we're really getting into it now...

#tristampparty #trigun talk #june speaks

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strangelittlestories · 1 year

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On Christmas Eve, Ebeneezer Scrooge fell asleep in the server farm of his Cryptocurrency mine. In the background, the soft wash of LED displays and gentle hum of cooling fans filled the basement. He'd recently expanded his operation, having gotten a great deal on hardware in the Cyber Monday sales. So he was sung to sleep by the gentle guzzling of electricity and the slow accumulation of what might (by some) be considered wealth. Throughout the long night, he was visited by three ghosts. The whole business played out more or less as you'd expect, so we won't overly dwell on it here. Where things really started to go FUBAR was when Scrooge awoke… Looking out the security cameras on the snowy morning, Scrooge spied an urchin child. He pressed the buzzer on the speaker and cried out to them! "You, boy! What day is it?" "What? I can't hear you." "Hold on, I'll come upstairs!" Scrooge ran up the dingy stairwell of his minimalist and kinda grungy compound, stopping only to disarm his top of the line security system. He stepped out into the brisk winter, and very nearly forgot to reset the alarm in his excitement. Then he remembered he had prime numbers in there, damn it! So he did reset the primary alarm, but didn't bother with the non-lethal countermeasures, and that was something at least. "Thanks for waiting!" He huffed. "So, boy … what day is it?" "Not a boy!" Came the shrill reply. "Girl, then! What day is it?" "Not that either!" "Look, kid, this isn't a game of what's your fucking gender. Just tell me what day it is!" "It's solstice day, sir!" Said the urchin, looking up at a dishevelled Scrooge with their big urchin eyes. "Wait, really? …You're sure it's not Christmas? I fell asleep on Christmas Eve…" "I guess you slept for near a year, then, ‘cos I celebrate solstice and it's the gods-damned solstice." “I don’t know how to process that!” Cried Scrooge. “Maybe there’s a specific detail you can focus on to ground you?” Suggested the urchin, in a surprisingly helpful bit of trauma advice. “OH!” Exclaimed Scrooge. “Tell me, child, the butcher’s nearby. Does it still have that big turkey in the window?” “The butcher’s closed down six months back, I’m afraid! But I think there’s an Amazon Fresh around here somewhere?” Said the urchin. “That’ll do!” Scrooge rummaged around in his pockets. “Here, take this printout of a Jpeg of a poorly drawn frog and go buy me the biggest turkey you can find in Amazon Fresh. Then deliver it to Bob Cratchet!” “Even Amazon won’t take your NFT bullshit as currency, mister!” “Okay - I can give you cash.” Scrooge paused for a moment. “Do you have Venmo?” “I’m a street urchin.” Replied the street urchin. “Of course I have Venmo.” “Great. I’ll transfer you now - keep the change.” “I don’t mean to look a gift crypto bro in the mouth, sir, but aren’t you famously stingy? Like, your name’s literally a synonym for tight-fisted penny-pinching.” “That’s the old Scrooge. I got visited by three ghosts last night and now I’m a new man.” Said Scrooge, proudly, before added conspiratorially, “At first, I thought I’d just drank a bad batch of Soylent. But they were pretty convincing in the end.” “So you’re going to donate all your money to charity or start a non-profit or something?” The urchin said with open-mouthed awe. "I don't know. It's kind of ambiguous. I might do those things, or maybe I'll keep being rich and be a bit nicer? "Okay, so now you're closer to a Bill Gates rather than full Musk/Bezos on the scale of evil billionaires.” The urchin looked directly into the camera for a full three seconds. “And we’re supposed to celebrate that? “Look, it was pretty fucking radical for its time, okay?” Said Scrooge, snapping his fingers to stop the urchin breaking the fourth wall any further. “Are you gonna buy the turkey or what?" “I dunno, man. On the one hand, it feels like if you really changed your tune, you’d do more than buy one turkey for the single poor person whose name you know. On the other hand, you said I could keep the change. So this really is a bind for me…” “If I’m honest,” Said Scrooge, “I really didn’t think it would be this difficult to be charitable. No wonder Elon is the way he is.” “Sigh.” Said the urchin. Saying the word out loud, rather than just sighing, which I think tells you something about the level of frustration here. “You know what, this isn’t gonna work.” “Huh?” Said Scrooge, somewhat nonplussed. “Spot! Here, boys! Heel!” Called the urchin. In the distance, a low rumbling growl could be heard. Out of the shadows of the misty winter morning, a giant three-headed hound emerged, its jaws snapping at Scrooge in triplicate. “AAAARGH!” Yelled Scrooge, now so nonplussed as to be minused. The urchin pulled out a matte black flip phone, decorated with a few tasteful flowers, and made a call. “Hi Persephone, it’s me, Charon.” Said the urchin. “Yeah, I’m up here on psychopomp duty. Yup, it’s the Ebeneezer Scrooge case - y’know, the tech bro who drank too much Red Bull and had a heart attack? Well, we gave him another shot this year, but he’s still a bit of a dickmagnet. He’s made some progress - he understands basic empathy - but we’re still a bit stuck on the ‘myth of the benevolent billionaire’ stage.” In the background, the sound of screaming tech-bro and snarling monster dogs was fading into the distance. “I think we’re gonna call it for the day and give it another try solstice.” Charon continued. “Yeah, Cerberus is dragging him back to the underworld now. Yeah - he did a great job as the three ghosts too - definitely earned a treat. Cool - see you in a few.” Charon flipped the phone closed and took a deep breath. They took a pair of bronze coins out of a pocket of their ragged hoody, and placed them gently over their own eyes. “Hades bless us. Everyone.” They said to no-one, then disappeared.

#writing #short story #a christmas carol #dickens #mythology twist #honestly a christmas carol is excellent and really quite radical #this just felt like a fun update #and i think a lot of the radical-ness of Dickens' writing gets lost in the twee

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platonicyanderewrighter · 1 year

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Bloody School Year pt 1

Platonic yandere demon slayer modern AU/school au?

I woke up with a start as my alarm went off. groggily, I got up and turned it off. i regretted that I put across my room, though honestly, I would've just turned it off and gone back to bed.

Walking to the bathroom, flinching when I turned on the light, I rubbed my eyes, trying to relieve myself from the sting. Once I could, I looked into the mirror while I grabbed a hair brush and started to brush my (h/c) hair.

Walking back to my room, I grabbed my uniform and got dressed. Seeing that I looked presentable, I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs. This was the only time I'm glad about my parent's drinking problem, I could get ready in peace.

Though I have to take care of everything at home. Sure, my parents work and pay bills, yes, but they only buy alcohol and stupid things for themselves.

I have to buy things myself like clothes, food, school supplies, etc. But I've gotten used to this and thare mean comments and the occasional attacks. I'm glad that the school year has started, so I have another excuse to be away from my parents' house.

Grabbing my lunch and putting my shoes on, I started to walk to school. after a little while of walking, I saw a boy with red hair and a girl with red hair walking together. They were wearing the same uniform I was, I was going to ignore them until I heard a boy screaming before I was shoved to the ground

"NNNNEEEEZZZZZUUUUKOOO! CHAN!"

Then I saw a dude with yellow hair start to harass the black haired girl. As I got up, I saw the yellow haired boy get slapped by the red-haired boy, who i assume is the girls brother.

I think the boy spotted me as he ran up to me."Are you alright? Are you hurt?" He said in a concerned tone. "I'm alright. Who's that guy?" I said, pointing toward the guy. I'm begging for who I assume is nezuko to merry him."he's Zenitsu he has his moments, but he's a good person overall." He said as he yanked him off.

"Alright, I guess, I'm (y/n), by the way. I think we go to the same school." I said coldly as I was still annoyed from being soved to the ground, The redhead seemed to pick up on this."I'm tanjiro kamado, and this is my sister nezuko. I apologize for Zenitsu's behavior." I was about to not accept the apology, but looking at Zenitsu hiding behind tanjiro, looking terrified, made it passable.

"It's alright, but if he does that again, I'll punch him." Tanjiro then smiled."That's understandable. Would you like to join us? We're going to the same school after all." He said cheerfully. I thought for a second before answering."Sure, I'll join you."

After that, we started to walk again, I noticed that tanjiro was me shielding from Zenitsu, who was too busy bothering nezuko to annoy me. So it made the walk bearable.

As we entered the school's gates, tanjiro started to talk again. "So, what's your first class (y/n)? Mine's history." Tanjiro asked, showing his schedule, I looked at mine, and I also had history with the teacher rengoku kyojuro.

If I remember correctly, he's very nice to his students, which makes my day easier."I also have history." I was about to ask Zenitsu or nezuko about their classes, but a loud whistling interrupted my thoughts.

We all looked towards the noise and saw a man in a blue tracksuit. He then walked up to us."One no earrings." He said, pointing to tanjiro."and you need to die your hair a natural color." Now he was pointing at Zenitsu, who now was acting normal."B-but this is my natural hai-." He was cut off by the man slapping him across the face."No talking back."

I let out a small chuckle as I left the group to get to class early since I had known the school from last year. Once I got here, though, it was completely empty, so I sat at a desk awkwardly as I played on my phone.

After a little bit of waiting, I heard the door slam open and close, I immediately turned my head to see Zenitsu panting. As he spotted me, he ran behind me, panicking."(y/n) chan help me! Mr. tomioka won't stop bothering me for my hair!" I was surprised that he was trying to hide behind me.

"Well, I don't know what I can do for you. My class is going to start soon. You should go to yours before you get in trouble with tomioka again."

As I said this, other students walked in and filled the desks. Unsurprisingly, tanjiro sat next to me."I have to agree with (y/n). I'm sure he'll leave you alone.

Zenitsu eventually left begrudgingly, and then I noticed something missing."Hey, tanjiro? Where's nezuko? Did she not have the same class as us?" Tanjiro nodded."I think this is only class that we don't share." I couldn't think of anything else to say as I'm not used to people talking to me, especially for this long.

Thankfully, the awkward silence was short-lived as our teacher finally arrived, a man with yellow hair with red tips, So the dress code doesn't apply to teachers?

"Hello everyone! I'm rengoku kyojuro. I'll be your history teacher for the year!"

He said in a cheerful and powerful tone, waking me fully. He then went on to do the same thing teachers do on the first day, grading, type of work, expected, etc.

Then the thing I dreaded most. Introducing ourselves. After a few students, it was my turn."I'm (y/n) (l/n), my family owns a business in town it's lovely to meet you all." I hoped that it sounded nice enough. However, it seemed to catch the attention of the teacher."The last name (l/n) seems familiar to me. Please meet me after class."

My mind went blank with embarrassment, so I didn't pay attention to tanjiro's introduction. Except for the fact his family owns a bakery, which was interesting.

This is going to be a long day.....

#platonic #platonic yandere #yandere #yandere platonic #platonic love #demon slayer #platonic yandere demon slayer #modern au #fanfic

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Steve and the very party holidays

Just thinking about Steve having a really shitty holiday experience as a kid: his parents/extended family is Catholic (dad: Irish-American/mom: French), so he got first communion and they went to the big holiday services, but that was about it.

Just little ol’ baby Steve sitting in mass for an hour or two, then going home for presents, most of which were trendy “boy toys” he didn’t really care for. Also, he could easily tell they were easily things his dad’s assistant knew were the most popular, not things he was actually interested in.

Every few years or so, his parents would have a party: either Christmas or New Years, but it was always fancy, and Steve had to wear itchy uncomfortable clothing, and try not to get distracted, and there was always way too much wine.

(Apparently, you never went to a Christmas party without bringing wine)

When Steve started middle school, they’d leave on Christmas Eve, tell him to go to mass (by the time he had the means to, he’d lost the belief in a god anyway), and to have a good time. Also, Santa wasn’t real, apparently.

So he learned how to cook and how to take care of himself and the house, and it was fine. It wasn’t great, but it could be far worse, so it was fine. He was lucky: he had a house with paid bills, he’d eventually get a car, and he had the means of feeding himself without worries. It wasn’t ideal, but yeah, he could live with it.

So imagine senior Steve, (forcibly) invited to Machiavelli family Christmas by Dustin (I could make a whole post on why my cultural headcannons are what they are but I’m italian american and i DEF see more IA hendersons then IA harringtons) who shows up dressed in that same, stupidly itchy clothing with wine, only to be told by Claudia that he’s much too formal. The wine is taken, and he’s handed a pair of Claudia’s (clean) sweatpants and a very soft green sweater with a santa hat on it.

It’s only once he’s in the backseat with Dustin that he realizes all their sweaters match, and 30 minutes later at the “family house” that apparently every branch of their family has their own different sweaters. Not only that, but Steve gets introduced not as Dustin’s babysitter, but as his brother.

Steve is confused, because aren’t Christmas parties supposed to be all stuffy and boring but also nerve wracking because everything’s too overwhelming but if Steve shows it he’ll get punished?

Christmas parties aren’t laughter and coziness and friends and family all together (as the party continued, Steve met people and realized who was introduced as wouldn’t’ve mattered: everyone here, blood or not were treated like family).

Steve thinks it’s a one time thing, but he’s expected every year from then out: Dustin reported the Aunts agreed he was the best child-wrangler they’d ever seen, and Claudia said it was refreshing to have help bringing in her offerings for the large buffet. The next year it’s all the same but different, and Steve loves it.

Then comes Christmas 1986.

No one can leave Hawkins quite yet: the final gates have yet to close, though it should happen before the end of the new school year. For now, everyone’s stranded with what they can ship in or make themselves.

After the earthquake, Steve moved into the guest room of the Henderson’s place. They still used the mansion for party gatherings, but his parents made it clear they were never returning, and Steve had more happy memories with Dustin and Claudia then in the too-large expanse.

Once Max woke up, she moved in too: the government hush money was plenty enough to make Dustin’s bed into a bunk. Claudia even started calling them “her twins” after they formed a platonic codependency rivaling Steve and Robin’s.

The four of them spend Christmas together: Max gets her own sweater knit, and they even get some extra tinsel to wrap up her arm crutches and wheelchair for the days she needs them.

There’s no Machiavelli family that year, but Claudia teaches Steve the family lasagna recipe, and they open gifts to the sounds of “Charlie Brown Christmas” in the background.

Steve doesn’t think it can really get much better.

The evening of December 26 is a whirlwind.

The four get to the mansion early to set up. Plus, Steve has to make his Ratatouille, and Claudia has to heat up Dustin’s baked ziti, as well as the 10 different side dishes she did not sign up to make but insisted on, anyway.

The party’s at 6, but both the Munsons and the Byers-Hopper’s show up at 5:45, saying they were there in case anyone needed help. They both bring latkes, but since Eddie’s a terrible cook (other than sandwiches, eggs, or freezer meals) his are burnt. Luckily, Joyce is kind, and says theirs can count for both.

Argyle (who stayed just long enough to be included in the mandatory staying in Hawkins notice) made homemade flautas, while Hopper and El brought Eggos, since that’s all they could agree upon making.

The rest of the group arrives after that, though slightly later. Robin claims this is her fault, since apparently she got to the store way too late. She brought kringle (If you don’t know what kringle is go to trader joe’s or racine wisconsin it’s so worth it).

She also brought Max’s haggis: Max didn’t want anyone else in the house knowing what she was making, and Robin was the only one who let her use her parent’s kitchen to make it.

Lucas and Erica brought self-decorate-able christmas sweater speculaas cookies (that Lucas baked himself, thank you) and keep fighting over who gets to carry what. Erica said the tupperware is too warm, but she also doesn’t want the sticky frostings.

Nancy made things non-negotiable: since Mike wasn’t driving, he got the heavy crockpot of Swedish meatballs, while she got the casserole pan of shepherds pie.

Somehow, Murray also slipped in with risotto and various boozes. How? Steve didn’t really care, but it was wonderful getting to see his extended family, per se, coming together for the beauty of it all, and sharing each other’s cultures and traditions.

After food, everyone watches as Will and Eddie light the first Hanukkah candle (in 1986 Hanukkah started on dec 26!) together, and after that they all open their gifts to each other.

It’s a bit of a free-for-all after that: Dustin and Erica hopped up on sugar together is a nightmare, Argyle, Johnathan, and Will (apparently) got high while starfishing on the living room floor, Nancy found the wine cellar and started “taste testing,” Max and Mike started a hate-fueled tournament on Max’s new video game which Mike keeps trying to double the rounds for so he can win, and Robin and Eddie hopped up on sugar together is another nightmare. Steve’s only peace are the adults, plus Lucas and El who are quietly chatting and painting each other’s nails in the corner.

By the end of the evening, everyone saunters off the rooms, and Steve can’t be happier at the aftermath: the house that once encapsulated stuffy, sad, even disheartening memories now became somewhere where Steve could actually say his family had all been in.

And shit: Steve realized he had a family.

Wasn’t that a thought.

He was so fucking happy.

Fin.

(If any culture thing was wrong shout me out I wanna change it)

(also i wrote this at 4am sorry for typos and stuff)

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yourtoradorasextendedwarranty · 26 days

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So shit like this, shows me how inept people that vote blue are. You all think, "Well this thing is called "x" so it must be so". It's literally this meme in a nutshell:

Then there was the, "Inflation Reduction Act" which itself did almost nothing to reduce inflation and the only projected loss of inflation would be by a % and only by 2027. Trump was a New York Democrat. And he explained why he didn't run as one several times. And the reasoning was because the Dems would not have let him win. The same way they didn't let Bernie win. And policy wise, Trump and Bernie were not super far off. It's why when Bernie got gutted during the primaries, a lot of Bernie voters went Trump.

And just because Trump doesn't align with the new socialists doesn't mean he's not still a Dem at heart. Just means the modern Dem party keeps moving further and further left. Which if you want tyranny then keep voting for them. You'll get it soon enough. Oh and the prospect that I am "Only critical of Dems" and I "Promote Reps" is fucking stupid. I'm far less critical of Reps because I KNOW they are mostly stupid. But I will let the right criticize their own, and when Reps do something I'm very much slighted by I talk about it. Like when I complain about Abbott. And the only Reps that I promote are more libertarian party members while only being republican in name. And that's both Rand Paul and Ron Paul. Also Tulsi is a Dem I like. But I guess she's not Commie enough for your tastes. Because she's anti war and the modern dem party is extremely pro war.

Fact is. I only like Trump in so far as he protected our borders, pushed the Abraham Accords, and did his best with LYING generals at his side to pull us out of wars and bring our troops home. Of which I am ALL for because I'm a prior. Get my brothers and sisters out of these pointless wars. And out of these dangerous war torn countries that never stop fighting. Trump is a crass man who's self important to a fault. I'd never deny that. He has done some not great things in his past. But did he fly to Epstein's island dozens of times? Not according to flight logs. Bill Clinton on the other hand took several trips to said island. Bill Gates took several trips to his properties and I believe the island once or twice.

If you are going to come at me saying, "TRUMP'S RUNNING AS A REPUBLICAN SO HE"S NEVER BEEN A DEMOCRAT!", Well sorry just proves you can't parse words. Just because you don't see him as one doesn't mean he isn't one. He's not currently threatening to ban abortion. Most Reps would be. He's not threatening to ban Gay Marriage. Some Reps would be. Hence you miss the point. IE: You miss the forest for the trees. Reps are voting for Trump because the economy was good under him and he didn't want communism or socialism. And if you believe that there was no election meddling going on, you clearly didn't read Time Magazines, "The shadow campaign to save the election". In which they outline a number of things they did behind the scenes to make sure Trump could not win.

Many of which would be LEGALLY considered election meddling. Like IDK. Hiding the Biden laptop under "Misinformation". Which is funny because most modern "Misinformation" as reported by Dems and Mainstream Media just means, "4-6 months until proven true". Like the machines that DID flip votes. But the "Fact check" websites will tell you, "Well yes it did happen but we caught it and fixed it". Ok.......so it happened, meaning it could have happened to other machines, and no investigation was allowed to happen on those machines beyond, "Here you can look at it physically sitting on a pallet in shrink wrap and that's it". Yeah that's "Investigating" surely.

Yeah, if that had happened to Dems you'd still be shrieking to this day about a stolen election. But because you won, any and all funny business is reasonable and fine and shouldn't be investigated. Which tells me you don't care about fair elections you care about power. Because if you did care about fair elections, you'd have voted against policy changes that were against constitutional law. But unlike me (not a rep) you don't have morals. So long as you win and wield power like a weapon you don't care how you get there. And if that's the Democrat party I want nothing to do with it ever. Real things happened in 2020 that never got investigated. You don't give a fuck. Trumps voted blue most of his life. But in no true scotsman fashion, he's "Not a Democrat because he's not aligned with my idea of modern Dems". Spare me.

All communists should be purged. You aren't people so much as I'm concerned. You're a cancer on this earth. And modern Dems are basically Communists. Certainly not all. But far too many.

Oh and "Our enemies are trying to get Reps elected. Oh so Reps like Bernie Sander and Jill Stein?

And this is only one report. Several others actually claim that Hillary was in fact aided by Russia herself. Sadly the MSM doesn't care about it and buries it because it's damaging to their narrative of "Trump is Super Hitler". Get over yourselves. Your party is currently flooding the US with illegals and putting US citizens on the back burner.

#discourse #discussion

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trashedanatomy · 10 months

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Trans Tomura. and confused spinner-

So some people said yes to putting fnfics I write here so here's one. Cw: mentions of fem chest area it on the edge but it sfw. nothing intimate (I don't do nsfw)

Tomura never gave much thought to any surgery of type to get rid of his chest. He never cared enough, never thought of it as a weakness of his gendered birth. Never bothered to do anything others would regularly do, not even a practical bra, the same three worn-out ones since his teen years, and even then rarely wore.

Walking around the base, Tomura didn't bother this morning waking up and just threw a shirt onto himself walking out of his room, skipping breakfast for the third time this week. And texting the purple mist, Kurogiri, to warp him to the base, using his free arm to lazily look around for his backpack. Knocking over cups and papers in his attempts, finally feeling it and pulling it with him, placing a deceased hand onto his face as he looked up to step through the gate. the rest of his colleagues scattered about in the bar.

Magne, and Twice.

Mustard, and toga.

Mr. Compress, and Kurogiri.

Dabi. Alone, laying down on the floor, already on drugs.

And Spinner, also alone, sitting on a bar stool, sorting out some paper.

Tomura walked over next to his lizard colleague peaking a look down at the papers, they were personal finance things, such as rent notices, and bills for basic uses. And all that stuff you shouldn't be doing at the workplace.

"You know that the bar is for drinking not paying overdue fees." Tomura dropped his backpack on the counter making sure it was loud enough for Spinner to jump in which he did.

"Don't drink. And shit to do, and this meeting is horribly early for you to schedule." spinner argued back looking up at Tomura.

"Argueing back at your boss? Strike two. Doing personal stuff like this at your workplace was strike one."

"Fine. sorry" Spinner rolled his eyes moving papers into a pile to shove back into his pocket

"Never said you needed to stop, but oh, how so loyal of you, back to only strike one. Arguing back has been removed", Tomura grinned behind his mask, finally sitting down. Spinner finished crumpling the papers so they would fit in his pocket then looked back at his boss. Noticing how his shirt formed rather weirdly around his body. It was a loose shirt, and rather than going straight down it went, forward in a way, making it appear he had a bigger chest. Spinner shook his head mentally, looking away, once Tomura turned to face the other way on his stool.

After the meeting.

The league members slowly walked out.

Twice, and Magne.

Compress, Mustard, Toga.

Dabi, slugging away, hunched and droopy like he had just been revived.

And spinner who... Didnt leave. Tomura noticed that Spinner looked like he was paying attention during the whole talk of plans, but also not. Like he was thinking deeply about part of the plans, but not hearing the rest, Tomura flicked his forehead

"You awake in that small loyal brain of yours scaly?"

"Fuck off-" Spinner rubbed his forehead, looking back up at Tomura.

"Insubordinate again? My my my. Strike three. Now gotta punish you"

"But you took off a strike earlier?!" spinner huffed "and you're making it sound weird. Stop it asshole."

"Yeah well, not paying attention was strike two, and it's only sounding weird when lizard people want it to sound weird. So shut it." Tomura chuckled

"Don't make me do freaky gross shit okay? And gross shit in general" Spinner retorted standing up and crossing his arms

"Punishment is you stuck with me next mission in which ill degrade and make fun of you during the mission" Tomura took the hand off his face shoving it into his backpack. Spinner was the only one who Tomure freely took his hands off without hesitation. He likes him. He plays games. Tomura is nice to the league, relatively nice, he will make fun, but rarely truly mean things.

"Fun, find good results though, might want to get tips from the chain smoker" Spinner sighed

"What were you paying attention to while I was speaking?" Tomura asked, waiting for Kurogiri to come back from the purple curtains behind the bar.

"Oh" spinner was now concerned that he will be termed as a creep and dusted by higher up.

"Oh, what? Come on tell me or its strike four, five, and six"

"Ass."

"You were thinking about ass?"

"No! You!"

"You were thinking about my ass? Gross. Remind me not the turn my back around you."

"No not your ass! You are an ass!" spinner flushed slightly yelling back

"Yeah, sure." Tomura scoffed looking slightly concerned

"You really want me to tell you what the fuck I was paying attention to?" spinner huffed, in the moment of trying not to sound like a creep, but failing as he went to grab at Tomuras chest hurriedly pulling away right after grazing hit with his four fingers now looking away realizing what he did. "Sorry was trying to.. Punch... you"

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Tomuras eyes widened when Spinner went to grab at his damn tit, only grazing it before Spinner seemingly realized what he was doing and hurriedly retreated now looking like a guilty embarrassed pet. "Looked like a grab. That's fucking- I. yes I have Tits? That a problem for you, you damn overgrown chameleon"

Spinner looked down "No it's not a uhm! Girl..? can still be a villain I just thought-!" Tomura grabbed his snout, his muscle memory retracting a finger away before all five touched.

"Don't go rerouting your brain. Aint a damn girl, ever heard free choices?" Tomura glared at him.

Spinners became more flustered him staggering a bit as Tomura grabbed his snout, looking down at Tomuras chest, then back up to meet him in the eyes. "Sorry sir?" he let out slowly. Even if Tomura was only taller by an inch, Tomura had pushed him down making him bend so his head was at least a foot below Tomura's, "still uhm dudes? Or am I getting killed and don't need to worry about those bills and overdue rent?.." spinner chuckled slightly as Tomura loosened his grip a bit

"You moved a rank, and giving you a bonus this week, expect it in your weekly envelope" Tomura let him go hitting him playfully on his head. Spinner got up, staggering a bit, looking back at Tomura surprised by the outcome but nodding his head. As Kurogiri finally came back, glancing a look at Tomura, who nodded, as a gate opened. Tomura walks out. Leaving spinner to think about how grabbing Tomura's tit made him level up.

#league of villains #spinner #spinner mha #iguchi shuichi #bnha spinner #shuichi iguchi #spinaraki #shigaraki tomura #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki #tomura shiragaki #fanfic

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lukeevangelista · 1 year

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“I fucking dare you” w Brandt Clarke. His hatty the other night rlly did it for me

I Dare You - B. Clarke

sobbing over here, thanks for this- bc he is 19, it'll be angsty or fluffy, not smutty- sorry.

TW; there is a line that could be potentially trigging for abusive pasts, talking about home. Please be careful when reading. 🤍

And it’ll take place in the future when he’s a full time NHLer

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"I can't do this anymore Brandt!"

“What do you mean?” He asked.

You didn’t respond, keeping your focus on your hands as you picked at the skin around around.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“This! I can’t do this anymore!” You whispered, “I’m tired of being home alone all the time. I’m tired of you being gone. I’m tired of when you are home, you’re fixated on something else. We never spend time together anymore and I just can’t hand it anymore Brandt.”

“What do you mean?” He asked as he stepped towards you, trying to take your hands in his.

“i just told you and you didn’t listen!” You all but shouted as you jerked your hands away, “I need you to listen! I don’t know how else to put it!”

“I’m- I’m trying here.” He muttered, “I’m trying to understand, but I don’t.”

“Understand this then- I think I need to leave for a while.” You muttered, “I cant be here right now.” your anxiety getting the better of you as you walked toward the front door.

You let the flood gates open, his face changing from angry to worried.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, his hands moving to the sides of your arms, his thumbs slowly rubbing circles, “What’s on your mind? You’re not usually like this.”

“Get your fucking hands off of me.” You hissed as you grabbed them, shoving them away, “Do not touch me.” You grabbed your purse, slinging it over your shoulder, praying your phone and wallet was in it.

“I fucking dare you to walk out that door.” He hissed, lightly grabbing your arm, “If you do, don’t come home.”

No man or anyone would talk to you or put his hands on you like that. You jerked your arm out of his grasp, giving him a light shove away from you; which didn’t do a whole lot.

“Fuck you Brandt Clarke.” You were seething by this point.

By the time you got down to the apartment lobby, you had already realized you didn’t have your keys, your wallet, or your phone; just an almost empty bottle of gum and a crumpled up receipt from TJ Max.

“Shit.” You muttered to yourself as you stomped your foot, angry at yourself.

You unzipped a pouch in the purse, luckily finding a five dollar bill, “Thank god.”

You continued walking down the street, the sign of the cafe that you and Brandt frequently visit coming into view. You kept walking, thankful that you had found that five dollars in your bag, enough to buy a small coffee and a scone.

“What can i get you dear?” The sweet old lady from behind the counter asked, her recognizing you, “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

“Can I get a small caramel latte and a scones?” You whispered. The woman, Scarlett, gave you a pitiful look, but she gave you a comforting presence. She was working every time you and Brandt had came in and you had had multiple conversations with her, “We had a fight. And I left.”

“Oh dear.” She said as she rung up what you had told her, immediately holding her hand up as you went to hand her the money, “It’s on the house sweetheart; don’t worry about.”

“No- please let me pay you.” You said, tears starting to trail down your cheeks at her kindness, “I cant accept it without-“

“No ma’am, don’t worry about it.” She said, “You need a pick me up.” She leaned in as she whispered, “It’s perks of being the owner.”

“Thank you.” You whispered as a sob left your lips. She quickly prepared your order before giving you your coffee and bag.

“I hope it all works out.”

You gave her a sad smile before tucking the money into your sweatpants, which just so happened to be Brandts’, before making your way towards a booth. You sat with your back towards the wall, your eyes on the door as you watched people enter and exit the building smiling or in a rush.

It wasn't too late in the day when everything went down so now would be the time people would be meeting up with friends or family to grab something or even just getting off work. Even though it was still earlier in the evening, the sun was starting to go down pretty early as it did this time of year.

You looked around the room until it dawned on you that you were sitting at your usual table, tears rushing to your eyes again.

It wasn't that you wanted to end things with Brandt, but you were just tired of living his lifestyle. You wanted a partner that was home every night, not one that was gone weeks at a time. You loved and adored Brandt, but it was getting harder and harder to ignore how you were feeling.

You were so caught up in your own thoughts that you didn’t hear the chair scooting across the ground nor someone sitting down at the table.

“Baby?” Brandt’s voice shook you out of your thoughts, your eyes darting to his disheveled features.

You didn’t say anything which was causing him to start panicking. He knew you were upset, as was he, but he didn’t want this to end. He loved you and would follow you to the ends of the Earth, if it meant you were happy.

“If you don’t want to come home, that’s fine, but please- let me at least get you a hotel room or something. I’ll drive you wherever. I just don’t want you on the streets alone with it getting dark.” he started, “I just want you to talk to me.”

You watched him run his hands over his face, the clear evidence of stress being there.

“I’m so sorry.” You mumbled as you started, “I just- I don’t know what I want. I want you-“

“You have me baby.” Brandt said as he grabbed your hand from across the table, giving it a tight squeeze, “You’ll always have me and I know it’s all tough right now. The road trips, the constant training. I know. I’m sorry. I really am, but I don’t want to lose you. I cant lose you. Not like this.” He whispered as his eyes scanned your face, him giving another squeeze when he saw your bottom lip start to quiver, “and I know I’ve been distracted by everything, but if you just come home and keep fighting for us, I promise I’ll be better. I shouldn’t have made you feel like this, but I promise it won’t happen again.”

“Okay.” You agreed, “I’ll come home.”

“Thank god. I thought I was going to have to carry you out of here.” He softly joked as his thumb ran over you knuckles, “You’ll never feel like this again baby, i promise.”

#brandt clarke #soft thoughts w/ari #angsty thoughts w/ ari

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ipsen · 7 months

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Read on AO3. Words: 4251 Summary: Cochlea again. The board begins to reveal itself. Chapter 14 Chapter 16 Master Post

Haise left his and Hide’s apartment at midnight.

“None of these people worked in the Washuu Task Force. Like they were off-limits or something.”

He exited the final train from the 12th ward to the 23rd, taking a deep breath to psyche himself up.

“And each irregular victim… opposed the Washuu family in some way.”

He wrung his hands as he navigated the dark alley once again. Nothing happened, but the fear of the unknown clung to his brain like a tumor, whispering terrible falsities and sapping his confidence with each step in the shadows.

“Some were part of a different political party, others voted against this bill or that… The list goes on.”

Two in the morning, late autumn. Cochlea. Again.

He stood inches away from the gated fence, feeling a little chillier than the last time he was here. Funnily enough, he’d arrived first again.

The distant sounds of cars rushing down the streets made him flinch, and the occasional flicker of a light tricked Haise into thinking someone else was there. Fictional horror was one thing, but the real deal? He would rather not.

And yet he and Hide could very well be sitting on one of the largest conspiracies in recent times. The Washuu Task Force, working with the likes of Donato Porpora? If the Priest himself was in on it, then who else could be in their circle?

He looked past the fence and at the square towers making up the prison, at the possibility of answers.

Sen had to already know. It only made perfect sense; the reason she didn’t have anything on her record was because the Washuu Task Force deemed it so. And if they were working with Donato, then it followed that he had to play by their rules, no matter what. Even if it meant Cochlea for life. After all, one man against an entire organization? Laughable, from all angles.

Haise considered jumping the fence early and entering the visitors’ center to get shelter from the cold. He could always text her, right? Right. Plan in place, he fished out his phone, found her name in his contacts, and—

“Breaking into a high security prison all by yourself, handsome?”

He looked up, and smiled; there, leaning against the corner of the alleyway, was the woman of the hour.

Another outing, another hairstyle: two thick braids, messy and tangled, on either side of her head, tied at the end with pink ribbons. She wore a matching scarf decorated with a tiger lily pattern, a striped blue sweater over a purple shirt, and her favorite choice of black skirt, tights, and flats.

“Well?” Sen stepped further into the light, presenting herself further. “What do you think?”

He let himself admire her for a bit longer before he responded. “Do I have to say?”

“Yes.” She smiled. “I like hearing you say it.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle; who was he to deny her? He said the same thing he always said: “Beautiful.”

It was a word often used to describe her, but it was too often spoken by shallow tongues that hadn’t bothered to understand why. Some may have read her books, but they were just that to them: books. Selfish entertainment with little else to offer.

So when he called Sen beautiful, and when she preened, Haise’s chest swelled with pride. However, her hunger wasn’t sated yet. “How?” she asked, stepping closer.

Her scarf was within reach, and he threaded the ends through his fingers. It was a soft material, and he appreciated the pattern. “Like a pink sunrise, greeting a field of flowers.”

Now her body was pressed against his. “And what else?”

His other hand trailed over her arm, brushing her sweater. “The ocean, its waves calmly lapping against the shore.”

A hum as she thumbed his hand. “So I’m a field of flowers, blooming by the oceanside as the sun rises.”

He kissed her knuckle. “And more.”

Now she giggled. “Charmer.”

Despite that, how he wished his description did her justice. No amount of flowers or fields or views could truly describe what he thought of her, even if she basked in them.

In the distance, a car streaked against the asphalt, jolting him back to reality. “W-We should get inside!”

She pouted as Haise scaled the fence, but said nothing in protest. After he landed on the other side, he expected her to drop next to him. However, when he glanced up, he saw her perched at the apex instead, her legs dangling over the edge with a mischievous grin on her face.

“Sen…” he said, trying to sound threatening.

Unfortunately, he was apparently as scary to Sen as a small poodle. To add insult to injury, she only seemed encouraged by his feeble resistance. “Oh, don’t be such a killjoy.”

“We’re not doing this; you could get hurt!” Haise’s gaze darted about the lot. “Plus, we could get caught!”

“What if I say ‘please’?”

He ground his teeth together. The compliments were one thing— they had been on the other, safe side of the fence— but this was too much. “Sen, I’m serious.”

“Pretty please?” She tilted her head until it was almost parallel to the fence. “With chocolate sprinkles and a cherry on top?”

That sounded way too sweet, but she made her stance clear: she was going to drag this out. She was going to drag this out, and wait until he caved, or until he convinced her otherwise. Right here, right now, in Cochlea. Where anyone could see him, where anyone could see her. She was risking her entire reputation for what amounted to a stupid joke.

Haise looked at her again. She had thrown her head back, taking in the night sky and smelling the air. Her two braids slipped over her shoulders, fully exposing her neck to the light of the streetlamp, the stars, and a crescent moon. A slight breeze pushed her skirt against one of her legs, and she let it affect her ever so slightly.

“Wow…” The word fell out of his mouth before he could stop himself.

“Hm?” She glanced back down, all traces of mischief replaced with curiosity. “What was that?”

He blinked, then chuckled. “Nothing.” He held out his arms, folding like paper. “Ready.”

Sen turned brighter than the stars. “Yay!”

In one swift motion, she tossed herself off the fence and landed safely in his grasp, bridal style. She wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled into it.

“See? Totally safe.” The warmth of her breath brushed his skin.

He let out a high noise resembling a laugh.

She craned her neck to kiss him. He indulged in the pressure of contact briefly, and in any other situation, he might have leaned in further, felt closer to her. However, the nearest light flickered off for a split second, and a distant car zoomed past, making him jolt back.

“C-C’mon,” he said. “Big Bin’s waiting for us.”

“Aw…” Sen pouted again.

“I-I just don’t want us getting caught!” Haise put her down as gently as he could, then walked toward the visitors’ center.

“Why?” She stayed in his vision, grinning. “Because it’s ‘wrong’?”

“N-No!”

“Because it’s against social customs to flirt in a prison lot?”

“Well, uh—”

“Oh, I get it. It’s not about the law; you just don’t like getting in trouble.” A giggle. “You’d do all sorts of messed up things if it meant you didn’t have to face the consequences.”

As she said that, she slyly traced the shape of his back, lingering on the base of his spine.

“I-I don’t know what you mean,” Haise stuttered, even as a few scenarios cropped up in his mind like weeds.

Her hand slithered into his grasp. “We can always—” she yanked him down to her height and whispered into his ear— “experiment, if you’d like.”

Images of blindfolds, shower walls, and a concerning amount of rope flashed across his mind, and he would have spit out his drink if he had one. “I-I’m good!” he forced himself to squeak.

“Pity.” Sen punched in the code on the keypad, and she let them both in. “I’ve been wondering what sorts of twisted things you’ve been hiding from me, you know. You’re a horror artist, yet you’re so… demure. Surely there’s something I’m missing…”

He felt his palms grow sweaty as the earlier images became clearer. “O-One of us has to be, right? We balance each other out!”

“Do we now? Don’t you think there’s a bit of overlap?” She went ahead and ducked under a pipe, hands clasped behind her back. “You know, I distinctly remember a quote from Jung…”

“‘Th-The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances.’” Despite himself, Haise recited the quote from memory. “‘If there is any reaction, both are transformed.’”

“Exactly!” She held open the door for him. “I’m curious what sort of monstrous influence I’ve exerted on you.”

He paused. “You’re not a monster, Sen.”

She gave him a quizzical look as he put his palm above her head, holding the door in her stead. “You’re just saying that.”

“That… doesn’t make it less true.” He frowned.

For a moment, she held his gaze, then shook her head. “You have quite the twisted perspective, Mr. Sasaki, you know that?”

He sighed, but he was smiling. “I am a horror artist.”

She tutted, even as she squeezed his hand. He wondered if that was because of his influence on her. There was this spark of joy to her that wasn’t there before. It was hard to believe he could have such an effect, but the facts were staring him in the face.

As they walked down the last hall, Haise figured he’d mention something to her now. “Hey, Sen?”

“What’s up, Haise?”

“This weekend, there’s gonna be a get-together for my, uh, my friend.” Hide had organized it between their file hunt and tonight with Kimi and Nishiki.

She plucked something off Haise’s shoulder, seemingly uninterested. “Sounds nice.”

He felt the urge to explain. “H-Her sister’s the one that died recently. Torso’s latest victim.”

“Ah… Wait.” She stopped in her tracks and looked at him. “Nashiro Yasuhisa?”

He nodded.

There was another pause. “Small world, then. I didn’t think you knew a Yasuhisa, of all people. Strange.”

Haise thought about it. He supposed it was a little strange. The Yasuhisas, once upon a time, were extremely rich and influential, and he, most certainly, was not. “A-Anyway, I was hoping you would come with me. As support?”

Sen raised her brow. “Not exactly a resort vacation, is it?”

He chuckled. What nostalgic territory. One of them, inviting the other to meet their friends, during a Cochlea visit. “W-Well, I mean, I don’t want to force you to meet my friends, especially under the, uh, the shadow of death, haha!” He cleared his throat. “Forget I asked. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to. Sorry.”

“Hey, I didn’t say no!” She elbowed him gently. “I’d be happy to go. Honestly, it’s a bit overdue.”

“I guess so.” He rubbed his neck. “Thanks…”

Big Bin was at the desk, scribbling something on a piece of paper when they approached. He looked up and grinned. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t my two favorite lovebirds.”

Haise and Sen flushed the shade of red. Despite her earlier teasing, it looked like she was still embarrassed when it came to her friends.

“Oh, you even look the same; that’s adorable.” Big Bin chuckled.

“Yes, yes, we’re a circus and you’re the audience. Incredible, whoopee.” Sen waved him off. “Is everything ready?”

Big Bin typed something on the nearby computer. “Yes, ma’am. One visit to Shachi, coming right up.”

“‘Shachi’?” Haise couldn’t help but ask.

Big Bin raised a brow. “Sen, you gotta stop keeping your boyfriend out of the loop with this.”

“Ugh, but not knowing is half the fun!” she whined. “It gives a mysterious allure to it, don’t you agree, Haise?”

Haise scratched his cheek. “Yeah, a bit…”

Big Bin let out a mirthful sigh. “A match made in heaven. Anyways, his real name’s Matasaka Kamishiro.”

As with all Cochlea visits thus far, Haise blanched. “K-Kamishiro…?”

“You know him?” Sen turned.

It… No, it couldn’t be. That was way too much of a coincidence. “I-I’m sure it’s not the same…” he said, more to convince himself than anything. “I know— knew a Kamishiro, but, er…”

“Lots of people under Shachi took the Kamishiro name at his behest,” Big Bin said. “He was imprisoned for housing illegal immigrants, you see, and he let them use his surname in order to start securing permanent citizenships. Rumor has it that he did the same, and that ‘Kamishiro’ isn’t even his real name.”

“I-I see…” If that was true, then who in the world had approached him in Anteiku all those years ago? “That, uh, that would be something…”

Sen was studying his expression, but instead of saying something like she usually did, she nudged him out of it by linking their arms. “We shouldn’t overstay our welcome. Come on.”

However, it was a short-lived oddity. As soon as Big Bin pointed them in the right direction and they were alone, she stepped in front of him.

“You okay?” she asked, those jade irises of hers scanning Haise’s face.

He cupped his chin, rubbing the area. “Y-Yeah, I’m fine…”

She grabbed his wrist with a huff, waggling it in front of him. “Has anyone ever told you you’re a terrible liar?”

He blinked and shook his head.

“Well, you are, so talk to me.” She gripped either one of his arms, setting him straight. “Shachi’s not as cruel as Donato, but I’d prefer it if you were put together before we meet him.”

Haise pursed his lips, and relented. “It’s… about the Kamishiro I knew— I know.”

“I figured as much.” Because Sen was amazing like that.

“Her name was Rize,” he continued. “It was a few days after The Black Goat’s Egg released, and I… I’d always been, um…”

He trailed off. Should he really be talking about his ex in front of his new girlfriend? That felt super wrong, not to mention insensitive.

“You were into her,” Sen finished for him. “So, at the resort, when you pushed me… That was because of her?”

He bit his lip, and nodded slowly. “Yes. It was. She… disappeared four years ago. Just left me. And— And I remember, when it happened, wondering if, despite everything she did to me, if it was my fault.”

Sen didn’t say anything— she simply stood on her tippy toes, pressed her lips against his, then embraced him. At the end of the day, she was a woman of action, and speech was a waste of time.

Not only that, but he knew that she understood what it was like to be left. To be like a toy abandoned by a child who had outgrown them, or worse, had grown bored of them. It wasn’t the fact that they left; it was the crushing loneliness and darkness immediately following that stuck out the most. The creation of a new void in your heart that would never go away, no matter what was filled in its place.

“Come on,” she said, pulling Haise down the hall.

But the spectacle could certainly be beautiful.

—

“You know, Shachi used to work at the Furuta Corporation.” Sen filled the air with trivia. “He was pretty up there until he was caught.”

“That’s… u-unfortunate.” Haise couldn’t really think of another word.

“Not really. In his attempt to retain both his standing in a greedy corporation and the respect he’d gained by bypassing laws, he ended up losing both.” She shrugged. “When you plant a sapling in a forest, it’ll never get the sun it needs to flourish. Better to place it on the outside.”

That was certainly one way of looking at it. Double agents had to perform a balancing act between their opposing factions, and to lose one would be to lose the other. Not only that, but there was always a secret dividing them from their fellows, keeping them from forming truly meaningful relationships. Still—

“If he was… ‘up there’, then wouldn’t his access to otherwise restricted content help?” If Haise remembered correctly, the Furuta Corporation was an airway company. If Shachi played his cards right, he could smuggle people using their planes. In fact, in some respects, his standing might even be necessary for success.

“True, but does it attack the root problem of illegal immigration in the first place?” Sen countered. “Think big: Does it help solve why people feel the need to cross the border illegally? Does it improve their chances at a stable life wherever they go?”

Haise offered no rebuttal, letting her continue.

“Manipulating systems in order to achieve the opposite has its place, but it isn’t a sustainable model; there will always be a breaking point, and people will always get caught one way or another.”

They rounded a corner.

“Shachi was first discovered about six years ago with a handful of illegals, some of them high-profile criminals in their home countries. Do you know how quickly he was caught after attempting to go into hiding?”

Haise shook his head.

“Two weeks.” They arrived at the door. “Meanwhile, the Torso’s run rampant for ten years. Strange, huh?”

“Strange…” he repeated.

Very strange, actually. Was Shachi just terrible at hiding? No, he had to have known the risks of being caught. He would have had reserve funds, as well as loyal allies who could help him, when the going got rough. Yet the Task Force captured, detained, and imprisoned him.

How?

Sen gripped the door handle. “Ready, Haise?”

He gulped. “Ready…”

Giving his hand a squeeze, she opened the door.

The first thing Haise noticed, even from a distance, was just how large Shachi was. He was a mountain towering over his and Sen’s hills, with rippling muscles and a full beard reaching his diaphragm. And that was when he was sitting down.

What in the world did a Cochlea inmate like him eat?

“Hi, Shachi!” Sen waved as if she were greeting an old friend and not a man who could probably break her like a toothpick. “Thanks for letting us see you tonight.”

“Sen,” he said in a deep and powerful voice. It made Haise want to shrink into his shirt. “Who is the boy?”

“This is Haise Sasaki, my—” she paused to think of a word— “partner.”

Haise appreciated the double meaning. He would rather not be redder than a tomato in front of a life-sentenced inmate, even if said inmate wasn’t another serial killer.

“We’re writing a story together, you see, and are looking for some last-minute primary sources, namely—” Sen slid into her seat and pulled out her notebook and pen— “you.”

“Hm.” Shachi’s gaze fell onto Haise.

Haise bowed his head slightly. “It’s, um… nice to meet you, Mr. Kami— Mr. Shachi…”

Shachi scrutinized Haise, raising the hairs at the back of Haise’s neck. It was like being analyzed beneath a microscope, where every single movement, down to his breathing, was observed and recorded for an unknowable purpose.

“And what will you do with the information I give you?” Shachi asked.

A smile slowly stretched across Sen’s face. “Do you enjoy prison life, Shachi? From what the Priest told me, it’s two meals and an hour of exercise every day. Sounds tedious and restricting, if you ask me. I’d go crazy, personally.”

His eyes narrowed, and Haise swallowed.

“Nothing to say for yourself? The Task Force must be so proud of themselves, cowing the great Orca…” She tapped her pen against her knee with her chin in her hand. “You were quite the stubborn one back in your heyday, as I was told. Struggling against your ever-oppressive fellows and being thwarted at every turn! Yet you dug your heels in for such a valiant cause, and at the end of it all… changed absolutely nothing!”

“Er, Sen, shouldn’t we—” Haise tried to intervene. She was getting too personal with this. And off-track.

She cut him off. “The only change you were able to effect was when you decided to operate outside of those systems. When you abandoned the structure and worked on your own terms, your own choices, your actions bore fruit.”

“S-Sen…!” Haise tried again, but she didn’t even seem to hear him.

Shachi simply folded his arms. “So your goal is reformation, then.”

She snickered. “Would that I were so noble and shrewd, Mr. Kamishiro! I’m an author of horror and tragedy, unfortunately— my specialty is destruction, not creation. I’m simply a harbinger of the chaos that’s gone ignored at the door for far too long.”

Now Haise was just lost. “Um, what are you talking about, Sen?”

Shachi’s eyes narrowed again. “You brought the boy here and told him nothing?”

Another secret. Considering where they were, Haise couldn’t blame her. Sen was just a woman of many secrets, and those secrets were uniquely dangerous. She wouldn’t reveal them to just anyone.

“I’d rather he hear it from a primary source,” she explained.

Shachi paused, then gave her an amused look. “Rather unlike you, Sen.”

She rolled her eyes, slightly pink. “I guess.”

The mountain of a man chuckled. The sound reverberated about the room like a small tremor. “So you trust him.”

Sen took a breath, then gripped Haise’s hand, making him flinch. “I do,” she said.

The sight made the man’s lip curl upward, and his hardened gaze turned soft, almost like velvet. “I see.” He took a deep breath, exhaling through his nostrils. “Regardless— boy.”

“Y-Yes?” Haise looked up.

“You may have come this far, but it is difficult to turn from knowledge once one has obtained it.” Shachi’s intimidating aura settled in again. “To learn is to risk your view of the world. To change it irrevocably, and possibly endanger you. Are you prepared?”

To ask such a question was… almost ridiculous, frankly. Haise had broken into Cochlea twice, and even disregarding that, he had also obtained classified criminal files and knew people who were able to get such things within hours of asking. His view of the world had already been compromised; whatever awaited him could hardly be worse.

And… he had a feeling he already knew what was going to be said. He’d been drawing a story about it for nearly six months, thanks to a quick nap in a coffee shop.

“I-I’m ready.” He squeezed Sen’s hand for confidence.

It seemed to satisfy Shachi. “Very well.” He sat up in his seat, letting out a breath. “What do you know about the Washuu?”

The name that continued to crop up. “Well… they’re a private investigative company founded under Allied supervision while they occupied Japan post-World War II,” Haise said, recalling what he knew from a research session. “They were considered traitors at first: some people even called them dogs under the heel of Western interests. However, their purpose— to solve crimes that traditional police couldn’t— kept bearing fruit, and they’ve become widely respected as a result.

“That said… they could have connections to Donato Porpora.”

Shachi’s expression shifted to something like amusement. “You know much already, it seems.”

Haise rubbed his chin. “I-I, uh, had a, um… personal interest in Donato’s arrest.”

Sen, who had pulled out a book to read, smiled to herself. “He’s a resourceful one,” she said, turning a page. “I was impressed by how much he figured out on his own.”

He beamed at her approval.

Shachi hummed. “I see. And how did you come across this information?”

She glanced up momentarily, the way she did when she pretended to be uninterested in something.

“Er, I’d rather not say…” Haise said. “Sorry…”

“Think nothing of it.” Shachi folded his arms. “It is as you say. The Washuu Task Force— rather, the Washuu themselves— have directly collaborated with the Priest, as well as countless other criminals— including the Torso— in order to achieve their goal of continued dominance and wealth.”

Haise felt his blood run cold. If that was the case, then both Mr. Yasuhisa and Nashiro had both been victims of the Washuu’s connections.

“The Task Force is not alone, however. There are others with similar connections, and they operate under a single roof,” Shachi continued. Furuta, Ihei, Arima—”

Sen tensed.

“— Kaiko, Souzu, Sanzu—”

“S-Sanzu?” Haise blurted out. “Like… Like the Sanzu General Hospital?”

“The very same.”

That was where Ryouko had been placed.

Haise didn’t see Sen quietly closing her book to look at him.

“Together, they are an organization that pretends to be a friend to the everyday individual, when they are orchestrators of their suffering,” Shachi said.

The Sanzu General Hospital had forced Ryouko to choose to live and burden Hina, or die and deprive her of her last parent. For something as asinine as money.

“Hope is just a tool, a fire, to them. It can warm hearts, and can inspire or reinforce loyalty. However, if that hope becomes a blaze, becomes too strong—”

They hadn’t tried to save Ryouko.

“— they will create reminders of despair.”

They had killed her.

“They are V.”

———

“Self-proclaimed ‘kings’ of law, moderators of murkiness— whatever you wanna call them. To line their pockets and play God, they’ll do anything— kill anyone.”

— from the draft of Sen Takatsuki’s ninth work, The Folly of the Hierophants

#writing #blank canvas #mister orca...

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Summary: Billy's on the mend. It's a process with a lot of ups and downs, but his friend is more than willing to help him out. Whether it's comforting him after therapy or picking out new clothes, the pair are always together and trying their best to build up his psyche and teach him what it feels like to be loved.

Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, Caretaking, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Smut

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After Billy's mental health improved enough that he was allowed home, his childhood friend Y/N 'forced' him to move in with her as her roomate had just moved out and she knew, for a fact, that her presence would encourage him to take care of himself.

And, if he was ever in a position where he couldn't take care of himself, she could and would do it for him. She wanted him back in her life more than anything, and after the traumatic events that had happened, he needed those who would be patient and kind around him. His family definitely wouldn't provide that, so she made it her mission to do so.

Plus, since she worked from home, she was always there for whatever he needed. Panic attack? He'd knock on her door and sit on her bed as she calmed him down. Meds? She set multiple alarms and reminded him whenever they went off. Nightmares? They'd watch an episode or two of Bob's Burgers with his head in her lap until he fell back asleep.

One night as he was looking up at her, his eyes all big and dreamy, she brushed her hand through his newly washed hair gently and began smiling when he didn't flinch away from the contact. He seemed completely at ease, which was rare, so she continued her task before speaking softly, "You look so nice with your hair like this, Bill."

"I do?"

He averted his gaze shyly, fidgeting lightly with one of the curls hanging out in front of his eye. It was a bit messy and she smiled, reaching out to fix it, tucking the loose strands behind his ear. His face turned slightly pink and he looked up at her again, his expression softening, but not fully trusting yet.

"You do," she said simply.

It wasn't much, but it was one of the nicest words anyone had said to him in a while. He felt warm inside at her kindness and that sensation would pop up again and again and again since she continued to compliment and praise him at every given chance she got.

Before, she was focused on helping him stay healthy and now he'd reached somewhat of a normal state, his mind no longer racing with anxiety and fear 24/7, she was planning on building his confidence. Which was something that he'd never really had before so she had to build it from the bottom up; step by step. She assumed, based on everything else about him, that the kind words needed to start slow. Coming out of the gate with "You're literally the most handsome man I've ever met" was doomed to make him uncomfortable, so she started small and simple.

At first she started with things he could change. Hair. Clothes. Shoes. Accessories. Compliments that would reinforce his choices instead of hinder them. She needed to make sure he was comfortable with what he liked and didn't like before she moved onto aspects that he couldn't alter, just in case she pointed out something that he permanently didn't like and caused him to spiral into a spout of self hate. He didn't need that.

For a bit of fun, they went out clothes shopping for him. It had been so long since he went out to buy things for himself and it felt foreign to him, but she encouraged him to keep going. There were times he almost panicked, but then she took his hand and squeezed gently, reminding him that she was there to help him through. If nothing else, he thought he could use a little guidance, and she was willing to give it to him.

They found him a few good pairs of jeans, some t-shirts that fit well, a jacket and some jumpers that didn't activate his stims. Some fabrics were repulsive to his touch and he couldn't even think about putting them anywhere near his body without feeling nauseous.

Overall, she was proud of him for being able to make decisions about such things for himself. It was a big step. It was as if he finally had control over one aspect of his life - how he dressed. It was simple, but it gave him hope. So they continued, slowly, to build him up, until it became apparent that he actually enjoyed doing things for himself and not just to try and please others or satisfy their needs, but to satisfy his own.

"Oh Bill, that shirt is definitely a keeper," she cooed when he showed her another new possible purchase. She ran her fingers over his shoulder affectionately, brushing her thumb against the material and making a soft noise as she admired his appearance. He stood awkwardly in place, unsure of what to say or do. He liked her support and attention - he really, really did - but he still had no clue how to react. She let out a quiet laugh and pulled away from him as soon as she noticed how bashful he seemed.

"Sorry, sorry," she apologised, shaking her head and smiling to herself as she glanced at the clock, "How about we go pay for this then grab a quick lunch before we get to your appointment? Sound like a plan?"

"Sounds good."

Recently, his therapy sessions had lessened in frequency. It had gone from daily house visits to every other day and now it was every three days at his therapist's office, which was proof that even his doctors thought he was getting better. Although, a few hours after each session he still would be a little tender around the edges and in need of support, especially if they had spoken in depth about some of the more traumatic parts of his life.

It wasn't unexpected that he'd need a few minutes to calm down as soon as they reached the privacy of her car. Once he was seated in the passenger seat, he buried his face in the fabric of her shoulder and inhaled deeply, trying to steady his staggering breathing and slow his frantic heartbeat. His hands trembled uncontrollably as they grasped tightly at her blouse, wanting, needing something to ground himself - anything.

She rubbed soothing circles on his back, whispering sweet words of comfort in his ear. He tried desperately to focus on the warmth surrounding him rather than the images flashing through his mind. He concentrated on the sound of her gentle voice and her touches, allowing her familiarity and comfort to wash over him once again. The scent of her coconut shampoo mixed with her fruity perfume helped calm his raging emotions.

"Take deep breaths, okay? Take deep breaths..." she murmured, letting her lips brush against the top of his head. He tried to ignore the thoughts in his mind which kept telling him that she wasn't real, that it was all a trick, that someone was pretending to be her. He had to push those thoughts from his mind to keep him grounded. This was real and he didn't want to lose himself any further in his paranoia.

Gradually, his heart rate decreased. The shaking in his hands stopped. The tremors subsided. The memories faded. Slowly, ever so slowly, his breathing evened itself out and he lifted his head to peer up at her. "I'm okay, don't worry. Everything is alright, I promise."

"I'm proud of you. So proud of you, sweetheart," she whispered, leaning forward and pressing a tender kiss to his temple, leaving a red lipstick mark on his pale skin and immediately went to wipe it away for him with a chuckle of "Oh shit." Her lipstick smudged his skin as she wiped it away, but it wasn't the end of the world, and in fact, he loved it.

And over the next few weeks, every time she'd leave the house, she'd give him a quick peck on the cheek and forget that she always wore that same lipstick.

"It's okay, I'll get it off," Billy would reassure, giving her a slight smile which she returned instantly. Yet while she was gone, he didn't wipe away the mark.

No, he liked looking and staring at it like it was some sort of magic spell. It meant that she was real and that she cared for him even when she wasn't physically there to prove it. He'd stand in the bathroom, lightly trailing his finger along the mark as he inspected it for the thousandth time, a grin forming across his features and his heart swelling with an emotion he couldn't quite describe.

Every time he saw her smiling softly, or laughed, or just looked happy, that's all he could feel. Happiness filled his whole entire being and he couldn't wait to see her smile again. To hear her voice. Her laugh. Her smell. Everything was perfect when she was around and, although it was difficult for him, he managed to live a life that felt peaceful.

As soon as he'd hear her returning, he'd hurry to clean the mark away and walk back into the living room and smile at her like nothing had happened, greeting her as she came in with a bright hello and an equally bright smile.

Until one day when she was going out to meet her friend in a nearby coffee shop and, after reminding him a thousand times that if anything happened - and she meant anything at all, no matter how small and insignificant he thought it was - and he needed comforting that she'd be there as soon as she could then she gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek like normal.

What wasn't normal was the fact she hadn't left a print behind. And that was a fact that didn't sit right with him because, like, what if as soon as she went through the door, she never came back and he hadn't got that physical sign that she'd once cared for him pressed upon his skin. What then, huh?

Billy retracted his finger and there was no lipstick there. He looked from his digit to her with a confused expression. She was clearly wearing lipstick, but there was no trace of anything on his cheek. Where was the evidence of her lipstick's existence? He stared at his fingertips for a few seconds longer and then looked up and made eye contact with her.

"Oh, I bought a more expensive one so it doesn't transfer anymore and you don't have to rub it away all the time," she explained, pulling it out of her purse and showing him the new tube.

In a flash, he snatched the lipstick from her hand and threw it to the other side of the room where it hit the wall with a loud thump. Oh shit, as soon as he realised what he'd done, he was apologising, "I'm sorry, don't know what came over me. Really don't want to cause you trouble...I swear I will never touch it ever again. Please don't hate me, I am really sorry."

"Bill, look at me," she told him quietly, tilting his chin up with her fingers and gently forcing him to stop apologising. When he did so, she smiled gently and brushed his hair back away from his forehead, "I'm not mad at you, a little surprised I'll admit, but nothing you could do would make me hate you."

"I...I broke something, didn't I? That's bad," he asked hesitantly, worriedly glancing towards the discarded lipstick on the floor. She went over and picked it up. It was cracked but still in one piece, so she placed it on the table beside the couch before sitting down beside him again.

"No, no, it's not broken." She reassured him with a kind smile, reaching out and squeezing his hand. "Got any idea about why you don't like it?"

Of course he knew.

"I...um...maybe I liked your other one more?" He offered timidly, his cheeks flushing slightly in embarrassment as he went to swipe at his nose. She raised her eyebrows inquisitively and he couldn't hold it back any longer. "I like when your kiss stays. It's like, uh, like you're with me when you're not...with me."

"You...like my kisses?" She repeated, looking at him curiously.

"Um, yes...yes. I like them very much," he said, lowering his eyes quickly, hoping she wouldn't see the blush creeping on his cheeks. He didn't think he would be able to handle spewing a full blown love confession today simply because he didn't think his slowly building confidence could take the blow.

It wasn't easy keeping his heart under control whenever she smiled at him like that, when she touched him like that. He would have been lying if he claimed that it didn't bother him when she kissed him on the cheek, or when her hands were on his face, or when he'd find himself lost in her gaze. He wished desperately that he didn't love her so much.

But that was a stupid wish. A life without her love had been so bleak.

"That's good, cause I like giving them to you," she answered honestly, smiling fondly at him before leaning forward to rest her head on his shoulder. He closed his eyes and leaned into the embrace of her soft caresses.

There was such a thing as a blissful numbness that sometimes seemed almost impossible to describe. But for Billy, it existed. He'd never experienced anything remotely close to this feeling before; it was so overwhelming but in the best way possible, and he wanted to stay immersed within it forever.

Yet, she moved away quicker than he wished and disappeared into her room for a second before coming back, applying her old lipstick to her lips. As soon as she reached him, she gave him another kiss on the cheek and, lo and behold, a red kiss mark was left behind.

"There we go!"

Once he'd touched it and confirmed that, yes, there was both lipstick on his cheek and his finger, his face lit up like an inferno.

"Better?"

"So much. Thankyousomuch," he replied with a grateful grin that reached his eyes and made her beam. "You're going to be late. Go, go, I'll be fine."

And he was fine.

Mostly fine.

Nights were still a problem at times. Nights when it hurt like hell and tears rolled down his face without fail. Nights when he cried silently, holding onto those precious memories tightly as though they'd become a lifeline. Nights were he had to seek out her comfort or else he'd go insane. He had grown accustomed to the feeling of her arms wrapped around him and her soothing words whispering in his ear as she held him, rocking him back and forth until his cries subsided.

When the nights got colder, instead of retreating to the couch to sleep, she invited him into her bed without a single word. He hesitated getting under her duvet, but as soon as she opened her arms wide, the need was too much and he had to give in. It was perfect, really, to fall asleep to the sound of her heartbeat beneath his ear and feel the warmth emitting from her body. His head fit perfectly into the crook of her neck and, after resting it for only a minute or two, his breathing began to even out.

"Sorry, know this must be weird for you, must be weird to have to deal with me all the time," he mumbled quietly, moving to look up at her. He could've sworn she tensed up slightly, but she smiled anyway.

"Nothing's weird about having you here with me," she said before turning to wrap her arms tighter around him. "Why would it be weird, sweetheart?"

"Well, I dunno...just thought that maybe I'm being annoying. You know, bothering you or whatever..." he trailed off unsurely, avoiding eye contact with her.

Softly, he felt a warm hand on his jaw, lifting it so he was forced to look at her. He saw her smiling softly at him and, just like always, he was completely mesmerised by her eyes and the way they sparkled, the way they were filled with affection and adoration, the way they showed him so much kindness and warmth that it felt like he'd never seen anything like that before, and he was rendered speechless.

"Billy, I like being around you," she whispered quietly, moving her fingers from the side of his face to his cheekbone. "I don't mind being around you. Never, in my entire life, have I minded spending time with someone so wonderful."

An audible whimper came from him because of her words, and he buried his face deeper into her neck. There was such a feeling inside him that he wanted to cry. He didn't deserve her love, she deserved to love someone so much better. Someone with better genes, nicer teeth and hair, more handsome features, someone who didn't have such dark circles under their eyes every night, someone who wasn't an absolute mess in general.

Someone stable. Someone able to take care of her.

The hand stroking through his hair stopped so she could scratch his scalp, and he could not help but purr at the feeling. Why was she so kind to him? Wasn't he a burden to her? Why did she put up with him?

So, he asked. In a tiny, little voice, he said, "Do you pity me? Is that why you take care of me?"

There was silence between them and she seemed to be thinking deeply about it. Then, softly, she whispered back. "I take care of you because I love you. Because I love everything about you, and it scares me to think of all the times where I almost lost you."

She said it so simply, it left him stunned. So simply yet so passionately...so beautifully sincere.

"Oh," was all he managed to say.

Then his mouth decided to dismiss her.

"You don't mean that. You don't, you can't love me, you don't..." He stammered weakly, pulling his face out of hers again so she could see how upset he was becoming. His expression looked absolutely devastated. "I'm awful, I'm ugly, I-"

Before he even got a chance to finish talking and get ready for when she inevitably rejected him, he was cut off by her lips against his own. She kissed him gently and tenderly, and despite how much he tried to convince himself that he wasn't worthy enough to kiss back, he couldn't resist melting into her touch. He moaned softly against her lips when she pulled her head back slightly, pressing one last fleeting kiss to his forehead.

"You're beautiful and kind and loving and nothing can ever change that." Her voice was barely above a whisper, a mere breath that left her lips but he heard it. "And you are the most important thing in my life."

With his eyes shut, he took a deep breath as he listened to her, trying hard to believe it. He wanted to believe it so badly, and nothing she'd ever done had ever would ever point to her lying to him, but this was too good to be true. This was too sweet for anyone, let alone him.

He slowly opened his eyes, wanting to make sure what he was seeing was real, and he saw her smiling at him brightly, her face filled with joy, as she placed the palm of her hand against his cheek.

It was real.

For once, it was real, it was actually happening. The feeling spreading inside of him was so incredible, he almost forgot to breathe. All those years, all the pain and the misery that he'd gone through, it all suddenly vanished from his mind for a moment. Everything around him faded into insignificance as he gazed into her brilliant eyes with pure joy, happiness radiating from every pore on his body.

"Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou..." he repeated, burying his face into the curve of her neck as a lump formed in his throat. If he had tears left to shed, he probably would've started crying right now. Instead, he pressed a light kiss to the shoulder with a smile.

Just a small, sincere smile, as honest as he could manage, and that was all she needed to know to understand that he truly meant it.

"Go to sleep, my love."

"Don't know if I can, I'm on bloody cloud nine."

Both of them let out a giggle. Billy decided at that moment that tonight he didn't want her to hug him, he wanted to switch it around. He wanted to be the one hugging her, so he lay flat against his back and pulled her onto his chest. Instinctively, she snuggled further up against him, resting her head against his chest while letting him hold her close.

She sighed contently when he ran his hand over her arm lightly, tracing lines and shapes on her skin as he stared up into the darkness above until the movement stopped and she realised he'd fallen asleep. She smiled as she watched his peaceful face relax, his brows smoothened out, his mouth hanging open a tad, breathing in long, steady strokes that somehow seemed to calm the raging storm inside him.

In the morning, he woke up first and sat up in the bed, staring at her sleeping figure with a content sigh escaping his lips. She was still wrapped around him tightly, her legs tangled with his own, one arm resting protectively on his bare torso and the other tucked underneath her head like a pillow. Her hair fanned out around her head, the ends of it brushing past his cheeks, and he reached out to brush his fingertips across her cheek.

It felt soft, delicate under his fingertip. He brushed along her face, marvelling at the smoothness of her skin, the faint freckles on her nose, the slight crinkles by the corners of her eyes, her soft looking lips, the way her eyelashes fluttered every time she moved. He was captivated; there was no denying that he was, in fact, in love with her. He'd known it for years, but right here, right now, he could finally admit it to himself without any doubt whatsoever.

Carefully, he brought his arm up, wrapping it around her waist and pulling her on top of him, nuzzling the top of her head with the tip of his nose, inhaling sharply when she let out a content hum and tightened her grip around his body.

A wide, dopey grin spread across his lips, and his heart soared high in his chest as she cuddled even closer to him, placing gentle kisses all across the surface of his shoulder blade, making a low humming sound each time. He felt himself falling back down into that blissful state of nothingness as he leaned back against the headboard, her soft hair tickling his face.

"Morning." It was barely a whisper, muffled by his t-shirt as she mumbled her greeting. Her voice sounded tired and hoarse, but still held that same gentle tone as she spoke and he felt it tug at his heartstrings.

"Mornin, Y/N." He rubbed his hand down her back gently, smiling as she hummed again and pressed her nose into his cheek. He could get used to this.

Getting him to take his meds without him whining and making a fuss about it was impossible before that day. Now all she had to say was "One pill equals one kiss" and he would do it without question or hesitation. It was a win, win situation.

Over time, he'd get more confidence in himself and their relationship. Slowly but surely, he began to initiate touches when he wanted them. A peck on the cheek every now and then, a light squeeze of her fingers when they were holding hands, a kiss on the top of her head when she fell asleep, a hug when they were watching a movie.

Honestly, it was a start, and slowly, very slowly, he'd begin to feel secure with himself and with her. He felt comfortable being affectionate toward her and he liked it. He really liked it. And he knew she liked it too, judging by the way her smile never left her face when he held her in a tight embrace. Whenever he gave her a kiss or a hug, she practically melted against him, as though he was the sun itself shining its golden rays upon her.

There were moments when he caught her smiling like an idiot at him; when her eyes became misty and full of admiration and pride; when her voice would break as she talked about him. But he also found himself noticing how, when she talked about him, her smile didn't go away; it stayed put, bright and warm, all over her pretty little features.

"My love, my darling..." She would whisper in her usual loving tone while gazing deeply into his chocolate, glowing eyes. Those words always made butterflies erupt inside of his stomach, and just the look in her eyes when she was saying that word only drove the butterflies more wild inside of him. They were like flowers blooming, like fireworks exploding in the night sky, like waves crashing against the shore.

But the magnum opus was when she exclaimed, "Hey baby," in that lovely melodic voice of hers whenever she'd been out for a few hours and returned to him with a big grin plastered all over her face. Every single time it sent an electric shock through his veins and caused his whole body to heat up, because god damn did he want to hear her call him that more than anything else in the world.

Still, he didn't have the nerve to take anything further. Why? Why would she want to touch him like that? Would he deserve it? She already gave him so much that asking anything else of her would be far too greedy. Yet that didn't stop his body from reacting in such a way.

"I'm so sorry. Sorry, can't help it... can't help when you look that good," he mumbled under his breath before taking a deep breath as he averted his eyes and looked down at the floor. She was just coming out of the shower, her towel carefully wrapped around her body, her wet hair falling around her shoulders and covering her in droplets of water. He'd been getting himself a drink of water, caught the moment she exited the bathroom and immediately wished he hadn't worn grey sweatpants.

The tent in his pants was obvious.

Y/N dressed and made it to the living room to find Billy with a pillow on his lap, taking deep breaths as he stared at the television screen in front of him blankly. He wasn't paying attention to what was going on, his mind somewhere else completely. "You okay, baby?" she asked curiously after walking toward the back of the sofa and putting her arms around his shoulders from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder and placing feather light kisses to his cheek.

"I...Uh, yeah, yeah, I'm...I'm good."

Now he hadn't sounded like he usually did when some bad thought had appeared. He sounded like he did when he accidentally knocked something over, or dropped his coffee, or whenever he left the toilet seat up. Guilty, but not over anything serious, so she teased, "Wanna try again and sound more convincing this time?"

"Don't make me say it out loud."

Ah, the pillow made sense now.

"Oh Bill, don't be embarrassed about being turned on. Gotta ask though, what did it for you?"

"You in just a towel."

She chuckled softly. "You can see me without the towel if you ask nicely," she winked suggestively and started playing with the ends of his hair between her fingers. He gulped so loudly that he thought his throat might give in.

"You can't say things like that to me," he breathed, shaking his head furiously, hoping that maybe the mere mention of her naked body wouldn't affect him so badly. "Not fair to tease."

Her thumb rubbed circles into his neck gently, drawing patterns on his skin through the material of his shirt. "I'm not teasing, my love." She kissed his cheek, smiling as he let out a shaky exhale. "I'm happy for you to see, but only if you're happy for you to see."

Eyes huge and dopey, he stared back at her and licked his dry lips nervously, his mind suddenly unable to process thoughts coherent enough to form sentences anymore. His hands shook uncontrollably as his palms were sweaty and clammy.

"I wanna see you... if that's okay?... Please?"

Never had she been asked to take her clothes off in such a polite way.

"Of course, baby."

As soon as he answered, she walked around the couch and sat beside him, scooting closer until their thighs were touching. Carefully, she took his hand and placed it at the hem of her shirt, sliding the fabric upwards until it bunched up at his wrist. "Can I?" he asked shyly, staring at what he could see of her skin in awe, almost hypnotised by the soft curves and smooth skin stretched out in front of him, which only increased when she nodded and allowed him to take her shirt and bra off.

All he could do was stare, mesmerised, at her beautiful body, her soft curves that he craved to touch and kiss so desperately. It was written all over his face how affected he was by it; his pupils blown, his breathing heavy, and a very cute blush across his cheeks.

Once again, she took his hands in hers and slid them up her abdomen. There was no rush, no hurry, no need, so she moved them languidly up towards her breasts, cupping them and massaging them softly. His face was flushed red by this point, his eyes glued to her skin, drinking in every inch of her like it was his last meal.

"I can't believe I'm doing this..." he whispered as he felt each peak and dip of the soft flesh beneath his fingers, his gaze unwavering from their position. "Can't believe you are letting me do this."

Just when she thought he was leaning in for a smooch, he lowered his lips to her chest instead, leaving soft kisses all over her bare breasts, and she couldn't hold back her gasp of surprise. A low whine escaped her throat and his ears perked up immediately, his head rising so he could figure out whether that was a noise of discomfort or excitement.

"Should've asked. Sorry, so sorry," he quickly said in a hushed tone, pulling his face away and apologising profusely again.

"Bill, it's okay. I enjoyed it. In fact, I'd be happy if you want to continue."

He smiled, and then proceeded to place his lips against her skin once more, moving his mouth in slow and steady strokes, sucking and licking and kissing every part of her exposed skin as if he'd never get the chance again. Her body arched involuntarily at the feeling, the soft moans and groans escaping her mouth as she tried to keep her balance, but eventually gave up and giggled as her back hit the couch cushions.

Looking up at him from beneath hooded eyelids, she cradled his jaw in her delicate hands, watching his eyes slowly searching to meet hers, and when they did, it was only seconds later, before his lips found themselves pressed onto hers once more, and she couldn't even care less. She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, pulling him closer to her body as she tangled her leg with his own, pressing their bodies even closer together; making sure they were touching all over as much as possible, to show him how much he meant to her.

"Sweetheart, if you ever want to stop, we'll stop, okay? If you feel bad in any way, just tell me and we'll stop. No worries. No pressure. Okay" she murmured, breaking their smooch short, her voice filled with tenderness and concern.

"What if I don't wanna stop?"

"Then we won't."

"What if you want to stop?"

"I don't want to stop."

"Oh."

Billy was dumbfounded. She wanted to go further with him? That was surprising news to him. Good news. But still, despite the fact she was topless below him, it was not what he was expecting to happen. Sure, he wanted this, needed this, but he also didn't expect Y/N to actually give him permission for it to happen.

"Gonna apologise in advance cause I don't want you to hate me when this is bad."

Honestly, he might as well have reverted back to virgin status as it had been far too long since he'd been intimate with someone.

"Could never hate you, baby. Could never do that."

"What if the sex is bad?" he asked seriously, his finger playing with the waistband of her shorts, tracing patterns along it absentmindedly. She couldn't blame him for being nervous, especially considering how long it had been.

"If it's bad, we can learn to get better at it. Learn what each other likes over time, you know?" Conjoining their hands, she brought his knuckles to her lips, planting a kiss on it before she continued, "I don't think it will be bad, though. As long as you're having fun, I'm having fun."

With a sigh of relief, he leaned his forehead against hers and closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her warm breath fanning over his lips. "Thank god," he muttered, earning a laugh from his girlfriend.

Straddling her waist, he leant back and pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Y/N hovered her hands a couple of inches away from his chest and only touched him once he'd given her a nod to do so. Her fingers danced lovingly over his muscles and all across his scarred skin as he let out small pleasurable grunts throughout the whole ordeal.

"You're beautiful, Billy. Don't ever forget that."

The blush spread further from his neck to the tips of his ears, and he bit his lip hard to stop himself from letting out another one of those embarrassing noises, but he wasn't successful at keeping them down when her hand caressed his painfully hard cock through his pj's and he whimpered at the contact.

"Feel good? Or do you want me to stop?"

Frantically, he shook his head, trying to communicate with her that he wanted everything that she was going to give him, anything. "Don't stop," he managed to whisper in between his gasps and whines of pleasure. His eyes fell shut, his body tensing up as she slid into his underwear and circled her middle finger lightly around his base. "Please."

The way he held his breath, begging silently for her to give him more, to please, made her heart swell in pure joy because she wanted to take care of him in every single way. To make him feel loved, cherished, and satisfied. The sound of his panting, of his desperate gasps of breaths as she stroked his cock was music to her ears.

"Wanna feel you too...can't come yet...need a minute..." he stuttered and she slowed down to give him some time, allowing him to compose himself as he tried to speak. "Can I touch you now? Can I please touch you? Need to make you feel good too..."

She nodded wordlessly, wanting him to have whatever he desired and it was a bonus that she seemed to desire the same thing. The low ache in her stomach had been itching for a while now anyway, and the pain was starting to become unbearable. So, she nudged him to give her some space to remove the remainder of her clothes, and once he was ready, guided his hand to her clit.

"Do you feel how wet I am for you? How good you're doing already?" she purred as he licked his lower lip, eyes flickering from her body to her face and back, the hunger within them growing stronger by every moment.

"Because of me?" he asked, a small smirk forming on his lips as his thumb brushed over her swollen bud. She bit her bottom lip at the sensation, unable to keep herself from moaning.

"God yes Bill, because of you."

As soon as he started moving inside her, she let out a sharp gasp and grabbed onto his bicep, holding him there. He didn't mind one bit. It made him feel good and strong, like he could protect her from almost anything and everything if he just focused enough. Every touch, every moan and every thrust sent shivers of pleasure down his spine and made him feel powerful, dominant, and so damn alive.

Her legs began to shake and tremble, her nails digging into his arm unconsciously, biting her bottom lip, squeezing him tighter, and finally, her head fell back onto the cushion, and her mouth opened wide, letting out loud moans and whimpers, urging him on, loving it. She could see the smile on his lips as he watched her reactions, could hear his ragged breathing, feel the tightness of his grip on her hips, and smell the sweet aroma of lust coming off him.

And oh, how badly she wanted more. More of him, his warmth, his strength, his scent, the taste of him.

"Fuck me baby," she begged, grabbing his wrist to stop him from continuing. "Do you want to? Do you need me?"

"Yes. Please, I want you so, so much." He stood to quickly completely undress, tossing his pants and boxers somewhere else without a second thought and climbing back into her lap, straddling her legs as soon as he settled comfortably. "So bloody much. I've been thinking about this for so long."

Smiling widely at him, she grabbed his thighs, gently running her fingertips up his legs as he lined himself up against her entrance. "Take it slow, okay? Get comfortable first."

"Okay" he breathed heavily, reaching forward to grab her hips and carefully pulled her onto him, bit by bit. "Oh, Y/N. God." He buried his face into her shoulder, closing his eyes and releasing shaky breaths to try and calm down.

Soothingly, she kissed his temple, rubbing circles into the tense spot between his shoulders to try and relax him a little, and she felt him squeeze his eyes tighter shut with the effort as he moved against her slightly, pushing him deeper and deeper into her. She hummed lowly at the feeling of him filling her completely, her hands sliding down to hold both of his cheeks as she brought their faces together.

"Are you okay? Do you want to stop -"

"Nope, just trying not to come." He awkwardly chuckled against her shoulder, causing her to giggle. "Love you and want you to have a good time too."

Lifting her chin so they could meet gazes, she grinned playfully at him. "I am having a wonderful time." She gave him a soft peck before returning her gaze back to his. "And, I love the view." She winked at him, eliciting more chuckles out of him which caused her to grin even wider.

He began to move in and out slowly, causing a few small grunts and groans to escape his throat as he did. She wrapped her arms around his upper body, her hands trailing up and down his back to help him stay steady and in control as his movements grew quicker and faster.

With each thrust, Y/N squeezed him tightly, her nails digging into his skin. Her mouth opened instinctively, her eyes fluttering close as her moans turned louder and louder, drowning out all other noise. She wanted this so desperately, needed this desperately. Her nails dug deeper into his back every second that passed, pulling a grunt from Billy that she found absolutely adorable.

"I'm doing good?" he asked anxiously, a look of wonder written all over his face as he stared at her through half closed eyelids.

"So good," she responded with a happy moan, her head thrown back as her body tightened around him. "So good, I can't-" A sharp intake of breath escaped her lips as her orgasm hit her full force and he grunted loudly along with her, burying his face deeper in the crook of her neck to muffle his cries as he filled her completely.

After what had felt like an eternity, he pulled back, his heavy breathes echoing around the room as he looked at her with adoration in his eyes, which were glazed over with lust and pleasure. Lips parting in awe, Y/N gazed at him, still trembling a little in place and unable to hide the huge grin on her lips.

"Wow. You..." he spoke softly, placing his hand under her chin to lift her face upward and bring his lips to hers for a kiss that made her knees weak. "I love you." His voice was breathless with his passion, making her heart skip a beat at the simple words she craved the most.

Even though she knew he did, he hadn't said it before.

"I love you too."

Another smile played at the corner of her lips as she brought her fingers through his messy curls, relishing in the way he leaned into the touch. With her free hand, she took hold of his waist to pull him down to settle next on top of her. His arms immediately wound themselves around her torso, pulling her closer, pressing kisses to every inch of exposed skin that was revealed to him and leaving tiny trails of fire wherever his lips touched.

"God, I love touching you," he muttered, licking away a trail of his drool from her shoulder. "You're so good to me."

"Just giving you what you deserve."

And maybe, just maybe, for the first time he wasn't complaining about being given what he deserved. After everything, after all those years of loneliness, of disappointment, of rejection, of constant fear, of everything he had gone through, maybe he did deserve love.

Maybe he deserved happiness and someone to show him all those beautiful parts of life that he had always been deprived of. He deserved love. Love, care, affection, compassion. And he had it. Y/N had given him a taste and he wasn't ever going to give it up.

By Y/N's side, he was never ever going to be alone again.

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