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marvelous-slut · 11 months

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idk how i keep writing about our boy happy, like i have so many WIPs and two of them are chibs & juice, literally almost done and my brain said “but how about we write one for happy AND finish it all in one day.” like ?? idk guys he has a choke hold over me and i’m not even complaining i love his ass 🫶🏻 anyways here’s to my happy fans i hope y’all enjoy some smut. this also gets no title bc my brain ain’t working enough for that right now, so sorry xx

SMUT! 18+ ONLY my friends, if you’re younger than 18 please exit left! lots of smut, didn’t proof read

“we’re gonna head to the porn studio boys, gotta talk some business with Luann.” jax says, hoping on his bike. tig stands with happy as he throws his hands up.

“come on man, we’re standing right here and you’re just gonna rub that in our faces.?” jax smirks and straps his helmet on.

“never said you guys couldn’t tag along, i know how much the two of you like pussy.” tig needs to hear no more as he walks over to his bike and hops on. happy decides to join them as he does in-fact love pussy and he definitely loves porn.

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immediately when entering Luann’s porn studio, tig is gone. he’s looking around the studio, he’s looking at the half naked women strutting around, he finally stops when he sees a girl on girl scene being filmed. not even a fire could take his eyes off this action. happy follows, looking around himself. he sees spots Luann speaking with a familiar face.

“holy shit.” he mutters out, he recognizes your face and body from anywhere. he’d never admit he had a favorite porn star, he did enjoy most of what he watched, but you in fact got him off quicker and made him harder than any other woman he’d watched on screen. he swears he’s seen every film you’ve had, girl on girl, straight, threesomes, but his favorites were your solos. he notices the tight royal blue dress hugging your body and he feels himself growing harder. once he sees you break away from Luann he decides to take his chances. he watches you wrap a bottle of water around his your lips, he comes over and grabs a bottle as well.

“hey.” he says, feeling like he can hardly speak, you turn around and smile at him.

“hey.” you say back to him, noticing the leather that matches your new business partners SAMCRO. he stares at you for a moment, unsure of what else to say, you decide to break the silence. “cat got your tongue?” you ask him, he puts a head on the back of his head.

“uh. no. you just look familiar.” he says, happy doesn’t usually feel nervous around anyone especially women but he felt like he was meeting a big time celebrity which he guessed that was somewhat accurate.

“which movies your favorite baby?” you ask, running a hand down his leather. he smirks, looking you up and down.

“i prefer the solos.” you smile at him, usually the answer you got from men was girl on girl. you grab his hand, leading him to the back room where you and your girls got ready. thankfully most of them were sniffing around the SAMCRO members, giving them a good time. once the two of you were in the room, you kiss him on the lips roughly.

he runs a hand up to your ass and grasps it, before you know it you feel your back against the wall. you pull away from the kiss to help him take off his kutte, as he’s doing this he also sheds the shirt he wore under. you notice all the tattoos and his muscular body, feeling your body heat up. you’d slept with plenty of men and women, you would think being on camera would take some embarrassment away from off camera sex, but not with this man. at this moment you realize you didn’t even get his name.

you pull him by the waist band of his jeans and drop to the floor to your knees, undoing his belt and letting his jeans fall to the ground. once his boxers come off, your eyes grow and a loud “wow” leaves your lips. he smirks at hearing this, he would never not feel proud hearing about how big his dick was but he was ecstatic to hear it come from his favorite porn stars lips. he feels himself twitch as you wrap your lips around him. he’s met with a hand wrapping around him as well, even tho you were some what of an expert at the matter, you weren’t about to embarrass yourself a choke on this man. he notices your hair getting in the way and decides to hold it up for you, his fist wrapping tightly around it. you pull him out of your mouth, running your tongue from the base to his head. he moans out at this action, he pulls your hair as a signal to come up to him.

before you know it, you’re laying out on the couch. happy lifts your dress up, revealing that you have no panties on underneath.

“shit girl. no panties?” he asks, you pull the top of your dress down, revealing your breast. you feel your nipples become hard from the cold air.

“makes it easier for moments like these.” he grins, pulling you to the edge of the couch, he slides himself into you without warning. you let out a moan, you were already soaking wet. usually it took a little lube for the shoots, but this man did something that no one else had done in a long time. he’s thrusting slowly, but steady.

“god damn.” he mutters out, running his hand to your breast. “pussy is even better in person than then on camera. you know how many times i’ve fantasied about this?” he hears you let out the oh so familiar moans that before he’d only heard in porn. you lift your head up and grin.

“is it all you ever dreamed of?” you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to your face, kissing him sloppily and wiping away his sweat with your hand. he can feel the tops of your nails sticking into his neck. “shit. even better than that.” he says, thrusting himself into you harder than before. your moans mimicked what he has heard many times before, but it seemed more enjoyable this time around, much more authentic.

you wiggle yourself out of the corner of the couch and manage to get him to lay on his back, happy was taken back. he was used to doggy style or being in control in missionary, he couldn’t even remember the last time a woman rode him. you ease down onto his cock, “fuck.” he let’s out, he can’t believe what’s happening, it still doesn’t feel real. he feels like a teenage boy again fucking someone for the first time. you grind yourself on him, taking his hands and placing them on your hips to help guide you.

“how many times have you thought of this baby?” you ask, he digs his nails into the side of your hips, making you gasp in pleasure.

“you don’t even know.” you feel pressure building inside of you, ready to explode. “you sure do know how to work a man’s fucking cock.” the words send you over the edge, happy feels you clenching around him.

“oh my god!” you scream out, he watches your face, although he remembers plenty of the orgasms you’d had in your movies, he’d never seen one like this before. you continue riding him, finishing off your orgasm. you feel him go to push you off so he can cum himself, but you hold him down with your hands still grinding onto him.

“oh now, don’t think you didn’t do all that work to not get to cum inside of me.” you say, moving your hands to his face.

“fuck!” he let’s out, he releases into you and enjoys every second of it. no second thoughts. once the both of you have finished, you hop off him and grab the closest towel that had your initials printed onto it, specially made for you of course as you were one of Luann’s biggest earners. you throw one to happy as well, he stands up, cleaning himself off. you throw on a bright pink robe, throw your hair up into a bun and walk over to him.

“you know, i never did catch your name.”

“happy.” he says, you chuckle for a second until you realize he’s being serious.

“cute, i like it. we should do this again happy.” you say, grabbing your water and taking off to the restroom. he finished cleaning himself off and gives himself a pat on the back, realizing now he can have the real deal instead of his screen.

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charliesarchivee · 30 days

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SPOILERS FOR CABARET 2024 I LITERALLY AM DESCRIBING THE ENTIRE SHOW

this is my initial rundown of cabaret scene by scene I just needed to get this off my chest then I can be normal again and have normal thoughts and be a cats fan on main

Willkommen: A celebration!!! Eddie redmayne is a delight on stage and Gayle rankin walking through the mezzanine is so cool

Train: the emcee freezes in a tableau of playing with a toy train on the rotating stage which is delightful. Also, I saw the understudy for Clifford Bradshaw (he was AMAZING.) and his hat fell off of his suitcase and kept rotating around and I think at one point somebody picked it up bcos it disappeared!

So what: Bebe Neuwirth is a legend. A legend. That is all. Also Frauline Kost was HILARIOUS

telephone song: yes I know it’s not REALLY the telephone song but emcee hanging off a pillar (there were four pillars around the round stage) and reaching for Cliff as the whole cast echoes (and I mean it they had echoes on their mics) WELCOME TO BERLIN… FAMOUS NOVELIST… sent chills down my spine and to my toes like I think that gave me more chills than Alan cumming standing on top of the set with his head up and his chest out as if he was possessed

Don’t tell Mama: at one point she flopped on her back and kicked her feet up and went WAA WAA I WANT MY MAMAAA and I wept this was so funny and some lucky gal in the front row got her stage cigarette that she threw into the audience. Also when she said the convent part she was like “yea i know right” and the France part she went “haugh haugh haugh” like French laughter

cliff and Sally telephone: cliff was like “and somejwere men are laughing and somewhere childrenshoutbutthereisnojoyinmudvillemightycaseyhasstruckout” which is SO canon and was SO funny. And Sally’s face dropping as she deadpans “oh you’re American.” elicited like lots of laugjter

mein herr: SLOW AND SCARY MEIN HERR SAVE ME SLOW AND SCARY MEIN HERR PLZZZ

outside the klub: Sally just undresses right in front of him which was funny. At my performance there was a laundry hamper behind her and she threw her don’t tell mama dress out behind her and it did not land in the basket which, planned or not, made everyone laugh. Also, when Bobby kissed cliff, someone in the opposite mezz screamed “YEAAAA!!” Which like truth

Perfectly marvelous: Sally came in with this GIANT pink floral suitcase which she pulls articles of clothing out to put on cliff which was rly funny and fresh. Also- WERE HER PRAIRIE OYSTERS REAL?? Her recacrion seemed so genuine omfg.. also she buried herself under his coat for “nearly invisible perfectly marvelous girl” which was so cute and yes canon. Also I noticed she hugs his knees a lot in this show so cute

Two ladies: YES!! and they invited everybody to jump out of Sally’s big suitcase and just love!! It was so good!! During the dance break everyone was rotating around just getting it up and Herman (there’s nothing funny about Herman) was just on stage with a deadpan look and a mop, going back and forth to the beat, literally going under people’s legs, etc. one of my fav moments that I noticed cos I was just mesmerized by his mop was that someone came around jacking off to a book and then they held out their hand to Herman and he just wiped it with the mop disgustedly. SO FUNNY. Also Eddie redmaynes tights had little eyes on them so even wjen his pants r pulled down you know he’s always watching eek. Also now would be a good time to mention that the people sitting at the tables near the stage had little tea lights that would turn on during the Kit Kat limbo stuff (like two ladies and if you could see her) and they would turn off if we were in the apartment or the street or whatnot. A lovely little touch that my dad noticed! Also also when he credits the Kit Kat girls he says “rose lulu frenchie texas fritzie and My Helga!!” And he seems to really take a liking to Helga which is so canon and yes

It couldn’t please me more: she has this little headband on that I love. And also, I was gauging how many people would be shocked after If You Could See Her in this number. My hypothesis was if many people were pleasantly surprised/laughed at the pineapple reveal, then many people would have the bomb dropped on them during if you could see her. So I was paying attention! Anyway at the end he gave her the bag to put the pineapple back in and I KNEW WHAT WAS COMING but he slowly licked his two fingers, opened the bag, and slowly placed the pineapple inside very smoothly. Then they went their separate ways but on the orchestta button they turned around, smiled at each other, and she reached out her hand and he gleefully ran and took it and they exited together. SO cute. I love this staging. It is SO fresh after watching so many sam mendes recreations (not to say those are bad I love those too!)

Tomorrow belongs to me: when Eddie redmayne came out and started singing my first thought was “this can’t be right!!” I had only been accustomed to emcees sitting over a record player, or writers in the klub bursting out in song. I’ve only seen one production of cabaret have the emcee sing tbtm, and even then they had literal strings attached to them being pulled by uniformed men. So this was completely different for me! And also the arrangement of the song was beautiful if the song wasn’t an in universe Nazi song I would suggest it in choir it was really good sonically! And the mic echoes ATE. And SPOILER the cast had little plastic figures up to my thigh of little blonde boys that they placed in a perfect circle around the emcee (who was on a raised platform) and they were rotating around as the emcee looked around at everybody like “yeah look at what happens now..” and he TAKES OFF HIS RED WIG and literal GOOSEBUMPS UNDER MY SILVER TIGHTS.

Cliff and Sally apartment: they are so intimate makes me happy! Also the delivery of “a horrid little German infant with a mustache ordering us around” was superb and got audience laughter

maybe this time: literallt in her head voice because she’s UP IN HER HEAD like YES SLOW AND INTIMATE MAYBE THIS TIME SAVE ME SLOW AND INTIMATE MAYBE THIS TIME PLZ

Money: I have been predisposed to the money choreo being about prostitution, but this felt way different to me. I think in this song (bear with me) the emcee IS money. He’s dressed very bedazzled, rhinestones on his coat, sparkly long nails, but also scary, with a helmet and stark makeup, because money can be scary! Also, all of the dancers, dressed in uniform rags, were constantly following the emcee around and reaching for him, and he would often lightly brush or peck them, which makes me think thag he represents money in that song specifically! I asked my dad about it on the way home and he said that money is just another reason people have to bury their head in the sand when important shifts are happening in their world. I agreed.

married: at one point in the sneaking around scene, Herr Shultz comes out wearing a floral cardigan and runs back going “oh this isn’t mine! This isn’t mine!” And frauline kost (and the ajdience) had a laugh. Also this song was so sweet and tender. Great job everyone!

engagement party: SCORE THING: the underscoring switch from the beginning of maybe this time to if you could see her as the party comes up was CHILLING. there was no scene in between married and the engagement party, so frauline Schneider had an impressive on stage quick change into a dress! Also, Herr Schultz getting tipsy on schnapps was hilarious. I had another hypothesis too here which was If a lot of people gasp at Herr Ludwig’s reveal, then a lot of people will have a bomb dropped on them at the end of If You Could See Her. And in fact, a lot of people did gasp! I literally felt a chill just descend on everybody as the weight of this sank in.

tomorrow belongs to me (reprise): SCARY. The emcee comes up at the end on a small raised platform in his money outfit (here I think he represents power) and he has a baton and he’s conducting everybody!!! Also he conducted correctly in 3/4 I was so warmed to notice that he wasn’t just flailing about like he did that right thank you Eddie redmayne for doing it right

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Entracte: I need to make a seperate post about the prologue and entracte performances. Oh my lord. Words cannot describe. Just chills.

kick line: YES. I love any production that adds the German counting and I loved how they transitioned into the march in this one! Like they started by (in a ripple may I add) reaching out all inviting and then dramatically pivoting around to reach all inviting to the other side and then it slowly turned into a salute and a goose step!! And then the emcee comes out the center with a CLOWN COSTUME AND A COMIC ORANGE GUN with a little swastika flag in it and then he hands it to the last person on line who marches away with it. V scary. Props.

married reprise: there is a heartbreaking moment where Herr Schultz asks “how much time do we”- and then he breaks off and cries. Oh my gosh. Also the emcee is doing very slow magic tricks in the corner like producing an orange. And producing a glass. And then he stands up and shows the audience he’s putting the glass in a napkin like he’s about to release a dove and at first I’m thinking “oh instead of a dove he’s gonna throw a brick right?” But NO. He excitedly puts the glass down.. and at the very last minute HE REARS BACK AND STAMPS ON IT (like at Jewish weddings!) AND THE STAGE GOES DARK. Theres screaminf and when the lights come back up, the entire stage is covered in little triangles of white paper like broken glass. Those remain for the rest of the show. The emcee then goes to the middle of the stage, looks Herr Schultz in the eyes, and drops the glass and towel down this seemingly bottomless pit and then Herr Schultz gets really scared and runs away and then the emcee closes it up with a wave of his hand. I think in that moment Herr Schultz was face to face with the gravity of his situation.

if you could see her: chilling because the gorilla isn’t even a gorilla in a dress. It’s practically a real animal. It walks on all fours the whole number and sits and like picks at its fur or whatever gorillas do. And the emcee is tempting it with a banana the whole time. Now i seriously prepared myself for the last line here I was ready for very hesitant applause and maybe even gasps but NO Eddie redmayne delivered it like a punchline (not his fault the Nazis are getting more and more powerful so this would be a joke) SO a couple people around me LAUGHED before realizing snd they like cleared their throats. Also they used the rotating stage in this one and when it turned on he said “oh we’re moving my little one!” Which was a nice touch but is also this song so

Cliff and Sally apartment 2: cliff gets like visibly upset when Sally wants to go back to the klub he’s like leaning on furniture which is a nice touch! Also after what would you do when he said “you’re going a lot further than the Kit Kat klub you’re going home. My home. America,” somebody in the audience went “YES!”

what would you do: LEGEND. Bebe Neuwirth was phenomenal. The platform rose her up too it was amazing. What would you do hits something in me that I didn’t know was there.

I don’t care much: everybody knows this is my favorite song to ever come out of cabaret. I LOVE this song and it’s just dear to me. When Eddie redmayne came on stage in a suit and he was NEWLY BLONDE I cried I was like no way. And when he went WOORDS SOUND FALSE he frantically tied to get the pieces of glass I was just in shambles. And then he GRABBED SALLY BY HER WRISTS and practically spat the last “I don’t care” in her face and then SUFFOCATED HER IN A HUG and I feel like in that moment he was still a reflection of a changing Berlin, beating on people like Sally. I have a whole analysis of this

Outside the klub 2: the emcee is leaning on a pole and Sally starts to walk toward him to enter tne klub and then cliff walks in and is like “DONT GO NEAR HIM SALLY!!” And I don’t think the emcee is the emcee in that moment tbh I think he’s a pimp but anyway. When cliff gets beaten by Nazis Sally is sitting deadpan on the end of the stage with her back to everything. She doesn’t even flinch. She physically turns her back on everything

cabaret: no words in any language can describe how remarkable this was. That is all. Also when the emcee introduces her he comes up and poses and nobody clapped cos this was kind of a dark moment and he was like “…thank you..thank you..” all small and shaky and I think that nearly killed me it really did

Cliff and Sally apartment 3: when herr Schultz was like “I’m leaving” someone said “NO!” Which liek truth. This scene was just heartbreaking. Cliff like raised his hand to hit her and literally broke down and I BROKE DOWN JUST WEEPING ALL OVER MY SEAT

finale: YIKES. When cliff started singing wilkommen I also wanted to scream “NO!!” As well but I did not. The emcee yelled where are your troubles now? Forgotten? Right at cliff which scared me. And he had a baton and was conducting everybody again! Also also the entire cast mirrored the first ever tomorrow belongs to me and stood in a perfect circle all dressed in brown and at the drumroll hit the lights darkened immediately on the emcee but stayed dim on the rotating circle like saying “THIS IS YOU!!” Also the bows didn’t have music and were very solemn.

ok danke merci thanks!

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mooooonnnzz · 2 years

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Under the moonlight // Neteyam x gn!Omaticaya reader

💙 Neteyam is a sap and bathes you in his love

struggled with summary help 💀

708 words

it’s short but it’s sweet, so sweet that it im literally rotting as you read this

neteyam has a staring problem

neteyam says “i love u” but in the sky ppl way

if that makes sense??? READ TO UNDERSTAND

neteyam is so sappy and in love aghh

Neteyam cupped your cheeks with his soft palms, his lips adorned with a blissful smile. His eyes were locked onto yours, the fond look on his face made your knees weak. He looked at you with so much love it made your heart ache, you would have never thought that someone was ever capable of loving you. But you were proved wrong, here stood Neteyam, slowly swaying with you in the dimly lit forest, looking at you with all the love in the world. His golden eyes twinkled under the moonlight and you swore you felt like you fell in love with him all over again. A content sigh left your lips, heart fluttering with adoration for the person who stood right in front of you. How did you get so lucky? It was a question you asked yourself a lot. How did you manage to get such a respectful and caring boy? You frequently had to pinch yourself to prove to yourself that this wasn’t all an extremely well fabricated dream your brain had made up. “I could never get sick of looking at you.” He randomly confessed, voice so small and delicate, like he was afraid that if he spoke any louder you were to disappear from his sight. You laughed quietly, resting your palms against his hands. “I know that. You always stare at me too much.” You tease, another laugh escaping your lips. Neteyam had dramatically dropped his mouth open, a silent but well offended gasp could be heard from him.

“Me? Staring too much? What…” Neteyam pressed a chaste kiss on your forehead then grabbed a hold of your hands, peppering each of your knuckles with a kiss of their own. “I don’t stare at you a lot.” He lied, cheekily smiling at you. His fingers fidgeting with yours. “You’re a terrible liar.” You affectionately roll your eyes at him. His smile and fidgety fingers gave it all away. He placed your hands against his chest, his hands finding their home on your hips. “I know.” He said, hiding his warm face in the crook of your neck. “I can’t help but stare at you.” He whined, his hot breath fanning your neck. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up as you felt his voice start at your neck and travel down to your spine. “Neteyam! I’m ticklish on my neck!” You screeched, grabbing a hold of your neck. He shifted his face closer to your neck. “What do you mean?” His lips brushed against your neck. A chill shook through you causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin. “Neteyam!” You laughed, pulling his head away from your neck. “You know I don’t like that!” You slapped his chest. “But it makes you laugh.” He pouts, his thumbs rubbing circles on the sides of your hips. “You can make me laugh in different ways.” You tell him, delivering a playful punch to his chest.

A nice blanket of silence fell over you and Neteyam. The chirps of the occasional animals and the soft wind that rustled the leaves was all you can hear. Neteyam guides your head down to his shoulder, without questioning his action you rested your head on his shoulder. He began to sway with you and you never felt more at peace. The silence prolonged and your eyelids started to grow heavy. “My Dad taught me something new.” Neteyam said, his voice so soft you would’ve mistaken it for the wind. “What did he teach you?” You question. “How to say I see you in Sky People language.” He whispered directly in your ear. Your ear twitched, a shiver going down your spine. “What is it?” It went silent. “I love you.” The foreign words echoed in your ears. “I love you?” You slowly repeated, trying to get accustomed to the way your mouth shifted differently when you tried to pronounce it. You removed your head from Neteyam’s shoulder and looked at him. He looked at you, tilting his head curiously. “I love you.” You definitely butchered the pronunciation but the effort was there. Neteyam beamed at you, eyes crinkling up in joy. “I love you too.” He said, resting his forehead against yours, sighing out happily.

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therealcocoshady · 7 months

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Recovery - Chapter 27

Eminem x FemReader Fanfiction

Summary : Reader reunites with Em in Amsterdam, six months after their breakup.

Tags : Fluff - SMUT

MARSHALL’S POV

He couldn’t take his eyes off Y/N. He couldn’t believe she was here, that it was actually her, standing in front of him. She was smiling, looking shy.

Hey, she whispered softly. Happy birthday.

Unable to reply, he immediately pulled her in a warm embrace, engulfing her in his arms. He needed to touch her, to make sure it was real and he wasn’t hallucinating. He held her tight and her face was buried in his chest that was still damp from the shower.

Is this real ? He whispered, his eyes closed.

Very real, she said softly.

Fuck.

He felt a tear roll down his cheeks. It was more emotions than what he could handle : touring for the first time in ages, performing and connecting with the fans, his daughters flying to Europe to surprise him for his birthday and now, Y/N. He had dreamed of this moment for six months, of the time he would finally get to see her. He wanted to fly to Paris to see her after the tour. There was no way he could be on the same continent and not try to see her in person. He wasn’t sure if it was a good idea or not but he had to try. But obviously, she had beaten him to it and she was here. Actually in his arms, her skin against his. For the first time in six months, he felt able to breathe. She looked up and stared at him with watery eyes.

Sorry, he said as he wiped the tears from his cheek.

Is this ok ? She asked as she caressed his cheek with her hand.

Yes, he said as he closed his eyes.

He thought her touch would wake him up from a dream or that, perhaps, he would pass out. But it didn’t happen. He was just met with her soft touch, the sensation bringing him to his knees in a literal sense. He dropped to his knees and held her tighter than ever. In six months, she had gotten even tinier and it felt like he was holding a small doll. He heard people come in the corridor and he suddenly became very aware that he was half-naked, just out of the shower. He got up and pulled her in the dressing room before closing the door.

You’re actually here, he said in disbelief. What… I mean… How ?

Your daughters flew me in, she said with a smile. Happy birthday.

His eyes opened wide. His daughters had arranged for Y/N to come for his birthday ? Even Hailie ? It was the greatest present ever. Suddenly, his faith in God and whatever birthday genie that granted wishes was renewed. Not to mention his gratefulness for Hailie, Alaina and Stevie.

I don’t know what to say, he said, still amazed that Y/N was here.

I do, she said shyly. Marshall, I… I am so sorry that I left. I ruined everything and I am sorry that I put you through hell. And I’m here because… Well because Hailie can be really scary and convincing, but mostly because I love you and I cannot live without you. In the last six months, I have learned that I can stay sober through a lot of things, but one thing I cannot do is stay away from you. I need you, Marshall, because I think you might be the love of my life.

Once again, he found himself speechless. The only thing he was able to do was to pull her in for a deep kiss, holding her tight. He couldn’t keep his hands off her. He needed to make sure she was here. She kissed him back with passion. He firmly grabbed her and she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the couch. She was straddling his lap as he kept on kissing her.

I love you, he whispered. God, I missed you so much.

I missed you too.

He ran his fingers through her hair and admired her lovely smile. The same smile that had haunted his dreams ever since he had last seen her. They intertwined their fingers, kissing again and again. He was usually spent after each show, but he felt more energetic than ever.

Did you watch the show ? He asked.

I did, she said with a smile. God, you were incredible. No wonder why you have so many groupies.

None of them matter, he chuckled. You are everything, right now.

I’m yours, she replied softly. If you want me, of course.

Of course I want you, he said as he pulled her closer. I will never not want you. I love you so much.

He kissed her softly and stroked her cheek.

Are you sure, though ? He asked nervously. I don’t want to deprive you of anything…

I am, she said. I’ve done a lot of thinking and… Even though I’m a sucker for the white, picket-fence, cliché thing… You’re the one thing I cannot sacrifice. I think that what I want more than anything is stability and safety. You’re my safe space, Marshall. You. Yourself. And this means more to me than anything else.

I love you, he said.

They spent a while cuddling, hugging and kissing as they caught up on each other’s life. He told her about the album reception and the tour and how it was the only thing that had prevented him from drowning in the past six months.

I’m not myself when I’m away from you, he said. If it wasn’t for my girls and music, I would have gone crazy. I hate to admit it but… For the first 6 weeks after you left, I was a vegetable. I barely slept, barely ate, barely showered…

I’m so sorry, she said sheepishly. I never meant to hurt you…

I know, he said softly. I got better. I had Jamal and Talia take care of me. I stayed at their place for a few weeks after you left. Talia basically force-fed me.

They didn’t mention that, she said as she squinted.

I told them not to, he shrugged. But yeah, I owe them a lot.

So do I, she said. They’re the best. And I am so thankful that they took care of you. I just want you to be happy.

I’m alright, he said with a smile. Much better now that you’re here, obviously.

He kissed her forehead. Having her in his arms felt like everything was alright in the world. She was his medicine, the answer to his prayers. In this instant, he made a secret vow to himself. Whatever it took, he would never, ever let her go. As they cuddled some more, she told him about her life in Paris and how depressed she’d been. His heart sank as she talked about the dark thoughts she had, how tempted to use again she’d been. But thankfully, she had managed to stay sober. This made him proud and impressed. In the same situation, as early in her journey, it was almost a miracle. Or at least, he wouldn’t have been able to prevent himself, had the shoe been on the other foot. He looked at her with love and admiration.

You’re so strong, he praised her. You can be proud of yourself.

It’s only because I thought of you. You kept me sane, she said softly as she pointed to the sobriety pendant. It’s the thought of you that kept me safe.

I love you, he said emotionally.

Knowing that she had never stopped thinking about him gave him peace of mind. In the six months they’d been apart, he had imagined her with other men countless times. He imagined her being courted by every motherfucker in Paris. He thought that, in no time, she would forget about him. Thankfully, he was wrong. She remained his. He whispered sweet words in her ear as he stroked her hair. There was no way he would ever get enough of this. Time seemed to have stopped. However, they were disturbed by a knock on the door.

Marshall ? He heard Paul’s voice say. Time to go back to the hotel.

Coming, he said. Give me a minute, I’ll meet you in the car.

He kissed Y/N one last time, his forehead resting against hers.

Do you have plans for tonight ? He asked.

You’re the plan, she said with a giggle. I have a room on the same floor as you, in case you want me out of your hair, though.

No way, he chuckled. I’m not letting you out of my sight. Everyone’s having dinner in my suite. What do you think ? Do you want to join ?

Sure, she said. It’s your birthday after all. We can do whatever you want.

One word of you, though, and I’m kicking everyone out, he said.

It’s your birthday, Marshall. You should celebrate.

I already celebrated with the girls this morning, he shrugged. And I have the most amazing present right here. I don’t care about the rest. For all I care, we can ditch the whole thing.

I’m fine as long as I’m with you, she said.

So you’re staying with me ? He asked.

As long as you want me to, yes.

Forever, then.

He kissed her and got up in order to find a tee-shirt and a hoodie. He was on cloud nine. He usually had the biggest endorphin release after a show but this time, it was even bigger. As soon as he was ready, he got his things and grabbed his girl by the hand as they headed to the car. Everyone was waiting for them next to the cars that would take them to the hotel. He spotted his daughters and gently let go of Y/N to go and hug them.

Happy birthday, Dad, Hailie said with a smile.

Did you enjoy your present ? Alaina asked with a huge grin. It was either that or a tie…

You’re absolutely incredible, he told them. I don’t deserve such amazing daughters.

Of course you do. You’re the best Dad, Stevie said.

I love you, je chuckled. Thank you so much.

We love you too, Hailie replied.

He chuckled and grabbed Y/N’s hand again. At that moment, it didn’t matter that the whole crew was watching them. For all he cared, they could snap pictures and sell them to the press, nothing could keep him from her. Everyone got into the cars. He rode to the hotel with Paul, Y/N and his daughters. His daughters were talking as he simply enjoyed Y/N’s presence next to him. She rested her head on his shoulder as their fingers were still intertwined. He caught Paul staring.

You could have told me, his manager said with a smile.

Well, Paul, there’s a shit ton you don’t know about, Marshall replied with a grin.

Good to see you again, Y/N, Paul said politely.

You too, Paul, she smiled shyly.

He shook his head and chuckled. Paul had never failed to show his disapproval of Y/N, especially from the time they were photographed together. On a number of occasions, he had also voiced his concerns about her suddenly coming into his life and taking a lot of space. It was probably his job, as manager, but Marshall did not care one bit. Paul would have to find a way to be ok with Y/N, because she was here to stay.

When they met everyone back at the hotel, he introduced Y/N to everyone. Obviously, there were a lot of people on the team she had not met yet. She made small talk but she was obviously shy. Knowing her, he didn’t expect otherwise. He gently stroked her back, trying to put her at ease. She seemed a little starstruck by Skylar. He knew she liked her music.

She doesn’t bite, he said softly.

But she’s such a star, she whispered. I can’t be normal !

So you knew her music but not mine ? He asked, falsely offended.

Shut it, she said as she playfully rolled her eyes. It’s been a year and a half. I know all about your music now.

You’re even in it, he chuckled.

I still can’t believe it, she said. And it’s a track with Skylar Grey !

He chuckled and kissed her hair. She was absolutely adorable. He was happy she liked the track, too. He had put his heart and soul in it, it was raw and intimate and it was by far his favorite one on the album. It seemed to be a fan favorite, too.

So I finally get to meet Marshall’s girl, Skylar said as she sat next to them. Hi, I’m Skylar by the way.

Hi, I’m Y/N. I don’t want to be weird or anything, but I have to say I’m a big fan of your work.

You’re adorable, Skylar replied. Dude, how come you never told me you had a girlfriend ?

I have my secrets, he said in an enigmatic voice - of course he was not about to spill the details about their relationship.

Did you enjoy the show ? Skylar asked Y/N.

It was amazing, Y/N said softly. It was my first time seeing him perform. You were incredible, too. Especially for Track 12.

First time hearing your song live, he chuckled.

Wait, you’re the muse ? Skylar asked in excitement.

Shit, he had said too much.

Well, I-I don’t know about that, Y/N said awkwardly.

Don’t worry, I don’t mean to pry, Skylar chuckled. But seeing as he’s been a tyrant about this song, I was wondering who else was to blame.

A tyrant ? Y/N mused.

Oh yes, Skylar giggled. We recorded it at the last minute. I’d heard that the album was done, but I got a call from Marshall in the middle of the night, asking if I could be in the studio in Detroit the next day. I was about to tell him to go fuck himself, but he sent the lyrics via text and, when I read them, I knew I had to get on this, so I hopped in a plane. He was an ass in the studio because he had a very specific idea of how he wanted it to sound, but I’m happy with how it turned out.

That’s amazing, Y/N said. I thought you had written some of it, too.

Not a word. He wouldn’t let me make a single suggestion. It’s very unlike him, you know ? He usually lets me pitch a few ideas, but this time, it was all him.

Well… Me and you, Y/N, he said with a wink.

She blushed and he smiled as he kissed her temple, momentarily forgetting that other people were around. Obviously, his friends didn’t wait long before pointing out his unusual public display of affection.

Is that what turning 52 does to you, Em ? Porter chuckled.

Shut up, man, he said as he rolled his eyes. It’s my birthday, I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.

Whatever dude, his friend said. It’s great to have our Y/N back. I’m happy for y’all.

I missed you too, Porter, she said with a smile.

They enjoyed dinner and conversation in the suite for a while and some of the team decided to go for drinks to celebrate the end of the tour. They had planned on staying in Amsterdam a couple more days in order to rest and enjoy the city. At some point, he was left with Y/N and his daughters, chatting and resting in the living room area. He kept the PDA to a minimum with his kids around, but he was still mindlessly playing with her fingers as she was talking to Stevie.

We should let the two of you enjoy your evening, Hailie said with a smile. See you tomorrow ?

Sure, he said. What’s the plan ?

Well we were planning on doing some shopping and visiting museums while you rest and enjoy with your girlfriend, Alaina said. Of course, the two of you are most welcome to join.

You should do it, Y/N told him. I’ll stay at the hotel and let you enjoy it.

You can come too, Y/N, Hailie said.

Are you sure ?

Well, we did have you come all this way, his daughter said with a smile. But whatever the two of you decide to do, you just have to be at the hotel’s restaurant tomorrow at 7PM sharp.

Why ? He asked.

Because it’s your birthday, Dad, Alaina said. Y/N, we’re counting on you. And please make sure he wears something decent. It’s your job now.

Everyone chuckled and he rolled his eyes. He hugged his daughters and thanked them again for the surprise. He was left alone with his beautiful girlfriend. She looked a bit tired.

Are you alright, beautiful ? He asked.

Yes, she said shyly. It’s a lot of emotions, that’s all.

Agreed, he chuckled. Now, how about we go to bed ? Let me cuddle the shit out of you, alright ?

Sure, she said softly. I’ll go to my room and get my things.

She left the room and, after a few minutes, he was overcome with anxiety. What if she didn’t come back ? He was staring nervously at the door for what seemed like ages. Thankfully, she came back after a while, looking somewhat troubled.

Are you sure you’re alright ? He asked.

Yeah, she said. I’m sorry, I think I’m just a little overwhelmed.

What’s wrong ? He asked as he took her hand.

I’m just awfully nervous, she said. I mean… It’s you, you know ? I’m so happy to be here and to be with you but my brain can’t quite process the fact that it’s real. And there were a lot of emotions. I mean, I saw you on stage, and the song, and seeing everyone again after so long…

Come here, he said as he took her in his arms. I’m so thankful that you are here. And there’s nothing to be nervous about. It’s just me. You know I don’t bite. Well… Unless you want me to, that is.

She giggled and shook her head.

I think we just need to process, he said softly. How about we start with a warm shower ?

Ok, she said shyly.

He led her to the bathroom and he undressed while she stood there. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

Don’t you want to get in ? He asked.

Yes, she said. It’s just that… uhm…

What is it ?

I’m going to be naked, she pointed out.

Well, yeah, he chuckled. So ? We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, you know ?

No, I want to, it’s just… You haven’t seen me naked in a long time. And my body has changed a little. And… I’m shy, she said as she ducked her head down.

My body’s changed too, he said. But no matter how much your body has changed, I still think you are gorgeous. I won’t stare if you don’t want me to. If you want, we can even shower in the dark. I don’t care, really. I just want you close.

She nodded and slowly undressed herself. He tried hard not to look, even though he definitely wanted to. She got in the shower and he turned on the water before taking her in his arms. Being skin to skin with her for the first time in forever was absolutely amazing. Clearly, he was meant to be with her. It was the only explanation for how good it felt. Hot water was pouring over their bodies, as they embraced in contentment. They lovingly washed each other and he got to enjoy every inch of her skin, taking his time. He was in love with all of her and he wanted nothing but to take care of her for the rest of his days. When they were done, he wrapped her in a robe and hugged her.

How do you feel, my love ? He asked. Better ?

Yes, she nodded. So much better.

I’m glad, he said. Now, bed ?

She nodded and went to put her PJs on. He couldn’t help but think it was a shame. He would greatly enjoy being skin to skin with her. Plus, if she was cold, he would gladly warm her up... However, he understood that she was a bit nervous and self-conscious, so he didn’t want to rush her. He put on a pair of sweatpants and a tee-shirt and they got into bed. They laid next to each other in silence. He found himself nervous, not knowing if it was him or if her nerves were rubbing off on him. Perhaps it was also the fact that he had gotten used to sleeping alone again. He hadn’t been this nervous in bed since his first time sleeping with Kim, more than thirty-five years ago.

I’m so glad you’re here, he said softly.

Me too, she replied. Can I come in your arms ?

Of course, baby, he said with a smile. Come here.

She curled up next to him and buried her face in the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around her, enjoying her presence.

It feels like I’m home now, she whispered.

So am I, he whispered back. I can’t believe how lucky I am. You’re my girlfriend again.

I am, she chuckled softly. I can’t believe we’re public, too…

Shit, he said as he suddenly realized. I’m so sorry… I didn’t even think twice. I didn’t even ask you if it was ok. Fuck. I’m so sorr-

It’s fine, she giggled. I meant what I said. You’re the love of my life, so I don’t care who knows about us or not. I’m proud to be your girlfriend.

And I’m so proud to be your boyfriend, he said. You have no idea.

Are you ? She mused.

Of course. I’m in awe of you and everything you do, he said. You’re a fucking doctor. And you’ve come so far with your sobriety. And you’re here. And the fact that you exist, being as beautiful inside and out, is proof that there is a God and that he is good. Your existence is as marvelous as the galaxy and you are as amazing as the stars.

Oh my God, she whispered. That’s the most beautiful thing anyone’s ever said to me.

She kissed him. At first, it was soft, but as seconds went by, it became more passionate. He was kissing her bruisingly, hungrily. He gently put a hand underneath her tee-shirt, stroking her back. He needed to feel her skin, to touch her. He needed her.

Let me show you how amazing you are, he whispered. Let me make love to you.

Ok, she whispered shyly.

He took his time undressing her and caressing her body, getting acquainted with it again. She had gotten skinnier but she was just as beautiful. He kissed every inch of her, worshiping the goddess that she was. He kissed her passionately as he positioned himself at her entrance, ready to make her his again.

Wait, she said suddenly. Do you have condoms ?

Shit, he said. No. I’m clean, though. Are you ?

Yes, she said. But I stopped taking the pill a while ago.

Fuck, he groaned in frustration.

I’m sorry, she said sheepishly.

It’s fine, he said. I can wait.

Hold on, she said softly.

She took him by surprise by pulling his arm and had him lay on the bed as she straddled him. They were rubbing against each other as she explored his body with her hands. She was running her hands across his chest, gently scratching it. He wasn’t actually in her but the sensation of intimacy was incredible. He gently massaged her small breasts, teasing her nipples just the way she liked, causing her to moan. She was rocking her hips, rubbing against him. He was rock hard and, if she kept on going, he might very well come this way. She started kissing him, from his neck to his chest, to his hips, to his shaft. She gently stroked him, looking at him in the eyes while doing so. He was mesmerized by the vision of her going down on him. Six months without her touch was too much. Nothing else compared. She slowly started licking him, taking her time. His hand was lost in her hair while he was completely dazed. Maybe it was the emotions of the day, the fatigue of the show, his undying love for her or the fact that she gave blowjobs like no one else, but nothing had ever felt this good. He gasped as she took all of him in her mouth and started sucking.

I’m not going to last long, baby…

Come for me, she said softly. I love you.

As soon as the words left her lips, he could not control himself. He came all over her pretty face and chest. The sight of his cum on her was extremely hot. Still, he felt a little bad.

Shit, I’m sorry !

It’s fine, she giggled.

She playfully took some of the cum on her chest on her finger and started licking it. He didn’t know he could be so aroused by this sight, but it drove him absolutely crazy. He pulled her on the mattress and kissed her passionately. She was incredibly hot and he needed to make her his, one way or another. He wanted nothing more than to make her scream his name. He pulled her to the edge of the bed and kneeled between her legs. He kissed the inside of her thighs, asking for permission to go further. He could feel how damp she was. He had missed her scent, the softness of her thighs… He couldn’t resist placing a bite on the inside, causing her to gasp. He chuckled and started licking her, relishing in her taste he had missed so much. He may have had a slice of cake at dinner, but she was the real dessert. Her moans were music to his ears and they only got deeper as he slid a finger inside her. Seeing how wet she was, he immediately added another one. To be fair, he could probably fit two more. He was fingering her as he sucked on her clit, encouraged by her noises. Her thighs were wrapped around his neck, preventing him from going anywhere. Not that he wanted to, anyway. He could feel that she was on edge. He worked his tongue even faster, giving it all he had until she exploded, coming all over his face and chest while she screamed his name. He had to forcefully spread her legs to finally be able to get some air. He chuckled as he saw her face. She looked almost shocked.

You alright, babe ? he chuckled.

God you’re incredible, she whispered as her head hit the pillow.

So I still got it ? He asked with a smirk.

You know you do, she giggled.

I love it when you scream my name, baby, he said with a hint of pride. You’re mine.

Yours, she said softly.

He kissed her forehead and took her in his arms. Both of them were sweaty and messy but he couldn’t care less. She was his. He kissed her gently.

Don’t, she groaned. I think I still have cum all over my face.

I don’t care, he chuckled. You could be covered in dirt, it wouldn’t prevent me from kissing you.

Mmmmh. Still. I don’t want to be messy.

God you’re such a princess, he said as he playfully rolled his eyes. Come on, let’s take a bath.

He went to the bathroom and drew a bath, adding some epsom salts he usually used to recover from shows. With time, he had built his own routine to make it easier on his body. It also worked wonders for post-sex baths. She joined him, looking all disheveled, causing him to chuckle. He engulfed her in a hug and kissed her hair.

I missed this, he hummed.

The sex ?

No, he chuckled. I mean, yes, obviously, but I meant I missed your post-sex face.

I missed you so much, she whispered.

You won’t miss me anymore, he said with a smile. Because I’m going to make sure we’ll never be apart again.

They got in the bath and he sighed in pleasure. Before her, he hated aftercare, but he had obviously missed this. Bathing and showering with her had become one of his favorite activities in the world. Not necessarily because they could have sex, but because he truly enjoyed their intimacy. He gently cleaned her and massaged her back as they soaked in the water.

Thank you for taking care of me, she whispered dreamily as she nuzzled his neck.

From now on, I swear, I will spend my life taking care of you, he said softly. You are the best thing that ever happened to me and I’m not letting you go ever again.

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Afterthoughts & Accountability [Liv X Luca]

A/N: I want you all to know, in advance, that I really hurt myself writing this one. I apologize… Um… I’m still crying so, read at your own risk AND REMEMBER THAT WE ALREADY KNOW THEY GET MARRIED SO DO NOT COME FOR ME OKAY LOVE YOU BYE.

Shoutout to @casualhilarity who has ready exactly 4 versions of this chapter that I hated until I got to this point. I literally would have given up without you, so here is the final version you never got to read 😂

Word Count: 4.7k

Part 1 | Part 2| Part 4

(Luca)

Pump It by the Black Eyed Peas booms from a concerning decibel inside USB arena where Luca Fiala stretches out his left hamstring. He moves from a knee bend to a full extension, skate blade pointing up towards the fans to his left. Over in that group of fans is the love of his life, Livia Meier. She stands unassuming with other fans, bopping her head ever so slightly to the beat. Luca grins. He glances over his left shoulder, switching legs. Across the redline, Ryder Hughes stretches in a similar position with a few of his teammates.

“Ry, why is your girl over there? And wearing green?”

"Yeah, usually she is in Isles blue.” Luca pauses with his eyes on that guy, taking in his smirk. Ryder keeps his eyes trained on the ice, ignoring seemingly everyone.

“Hey 86.” Luca tilts his chin up at Ryder when he gets back to a standing position.

“2s.” Ryder acknowledges then rushes off to rip a shot on the goalie.

Luca takes a similar trajectory, but winks at Liv every lap he takes. He loves seeing the pink blush fill her cheeks at his attention. He hates that he has to leave right after the game. He will only have time for a hug and a smooch before he needs to join his team on the bus. Okay, maybe two kisses.

As one of the last ones to get off the ice, Luca peers over at the opposing team. Him and Ryder are the last two to get off. Luca won’t be giving in first. The Hughes boy flips one more shot at the net, then skates towards the opposing team’s tunnel. The entire skate, Ryder’s eyes remain on Liv. An uneasy feeling trolls down Luca’s spine. There is something about that look that doesn’t sit right with him.

But he has a game to play.

Luca always gets antsy when he is part of the starting line up. In opposing arenas, he can’t help but chuckle at the boos raining down when they hear his name. He swivels back and forth on his skates, looking up at the rafters. He goes through his pre-game visionary exercises, picturing exactly how he wants the game to go. He loves playing in front of Liv. He wants to score a goal or two tonight for her. He might even toss a celebration her way in the form of a bow and arrow.

But from the moment the puck drops, the whole game feels off. Luca is getting constant shoves in the back and hard checks from the opposing team. Nothing he can’t shake off, but it rocks him off his initial game plan. Then, the comments start. It’s light razzing at first.

“Minnesota boy in the big city.”

“You speak English, Fiala?”

“Heads up, shrimp dick!”

Luca chuckles confidently at that one. No way that is true. But in the second period, the theme shifts.

“Livy looks better in our colors.”

“Your girl fits in perfectly with our WAGS. Might just keep her.”

“You’re so fucking ugly, no wonder Hughesy is dating your girl on the side.”

That one makes Luca stare 33 down over his shoulder. He is wearing a full face shield and has dark black stitches diagonally across his cheek.

“What did you say?” The guy starts to repeat himself. Luca cuts him off. “What? Can’t hear you through that fish tank, pal.” Luca chirps back then makes a fishy mouth at him. He smirks as he heads off the ice.

But next time 33 is out there with Luca, he ups the ante.

“Livy Hughes has a great ring to it.” 33 chuckles as he skates back to the home bench for the TV timeout. Luca grabs a water bottle, squiring some in his mouth. He watches the opposing bench, zeroing in on Ryder as he steps out for the next play. Luca decides it’s time to take this taunting up with the source.

“Real cute having your teammates heckle me about my girlfriend, Hughesy.”

“I didn’t tell them to say shit. You’re the one who told Livy not to speak to me.” Luca laughs, genuinely. First he is hearing of this.

“I’ve never said that. If she isn’t speaking to you, it’s something you did.” Luca rests his weight on his stick, preparing for the face-off. Ryder scoffs.

“She asked me to stay the night. I was going to go home.”

The ref blows the whistle. Luca’s mind stutters like he slammed into a brick wall. The puck drops. It takes Luca three whole seconds to react. Then he is off, rejoining the play as an Islander’s defenseman pushes the rush into the Wild end. A rocket is launched from Luca’s guy, his positioning is off, and the puck ends up in the back of the net.

“Fuck!” Luca yells, hitting the puck into the back boards in frustration. Ryder is the last to leave the celebration. “Hey!” Luca screams at him. “What the fuck do you mean you stayed the night?”

“She was upset about the publisher thing and I was just trying to be there for her because you can’t be. She didn’t want to be alone.” His girlfriend’s lies spill out of another man’s mouth.

Publisher thing? He doesn’t know anything about that. Luca feels completely out of control. All the anger and confusion burst out of him in the form of slapping his stick onto the ice.

“Let’s go.” Luca snaps, shaking off his gloves. He springs forward, grabbing Ryder’s blue jersey and landing the first punch. Ryder is knocked off balance. He struggles to shed his gloves, ducking each one of Luca’s punches as best he can. Luca is in such a fit of rage, he doesn’t notice his knuckles cracking open and bleeding with each hit of them against the blue helmet. Luca shakes the collar of Ryder’s jersey, mad that he isn’t connecting with Ryder’s face.

This punk ass bitch is going to make a move on his girlfriend and think he can get away with it? He’s going to act like he was doing Luca a favor when he was weaseling his way in between him and Liv? Luca’s fist is gonna righten that wrong. Luca shakes Ryder again.

“Square up!” Luca screams at the other player. He wants a fair fight.

Ryder hits Luca in the cheek, then pulls back, exposing himself for a returned favor. They battle, growing tired, but throwing blows like it’s old school hockey. Luca won't relent. Ryder steps up to the challenge continuously until Luca’s 15 pounds wins out and he throws Ryder onto his back. He kneels on top of him, rage in his brown eyes as he looks down at Ryder’s bleeding cheek.

“Wuss.” Luca scoffs.

“Fuck you.” Ryder snaps, shaking off the refs hand on him. “It’s not my fault you weren’t here for her!”

“I should have never trusted you!” Ryder skates towards him, but the ref grabs his jersey again.

“Boys! Get in the box!”

“I didn’t mean to fall in love with her.” Ryder’s voice is sincere, aching. “Loving her while she loves you is way fucking worse than anything you can do to me out here.”

Luca glides off the ice into the penalty box. The crowd roars in appreciation for their nightly entertainment. A few teammates bring the rest of his equipment over, giving him stick taps on his shin pads.

“Good tilt, FiFi!”

“Hell of a fight, Fifs!”

“Yeahhhh luuuuuuuc!”

Luca doesn’t respond. He is too busy trying to catch his breath and stop the fragmenting of his heart in his chest.

Luca looks up to where he knows Liv is sitting. His shoulder pads rise and fall with his heavy breathing as he works them back into place. He can see her from here, laying over her thighs, hugging her knees as she looks in his general direction. He shakes his head, going back to wiping off his visor, thinking the same thought over and over again:

How could she?

- - -

(Liv)

A whole world of production moves around Liv, completely oblivious to the turmoil within her body. She isn’t sure what she just witnessed on the ice but it couldn’t of been a hockey game between her boyfriend and friend. Because down on the ice in front of 18,000 people, Luca beat the shit out of the Hughes kid.

Liv’s arms have been wrapped around her body since she saw Luca angrily turn towards Ryder after the first Islander’s goal. He seemed to lose it out of nowhere. They had been talking before the face-off and suddenly, after the goal, Luca was dropping his gloves. A wariness has Liv’s eyes shifting to both sides of her for either boy coming down to greet her. She wasn’t expecting Ryder tonight, but she isn’t naive enough to think he won’t show now.

As if on queue, he appears between a sea of event and security staff. They seem to part for him so he can see her standing alone next to a white pillar. Ryder comes strolling across the large space towards her. Liv glances anxiously over her shoulder the opposite direction where Luca would be coming from. She has no idea how to handle this. Will the tension from before spill over off the ice?

“Hi.” Liv greets him. She grimaces at the laceration on his cheek. It is red and angry, covered by a liquid gel to seal it.

“You didn’t tell him.”

“What?”

“You didn’t tell him I stayed over.”

“I… No.” Liv shakes her head. “I was going to, but there was never a good time.”

“He knows now.”

“What!” Horror spills onto her face, dropping her bottom jaw open.

“I told him, accidentally. Because I figured there was no way you would not have told him. You tell him everything. But then I thought, maybe you didn’t because you felt something?” His eyes rapidly search hers. Liv’s blue eyes widen nervously.

“Ryder, I haven’t been able to talk to Luca yet.” She shakes her head. “I’ve been trying to tell him, but we haven’t been able to have a phone or in person conversation. That’s it.” She can see him collapse inward at the truth.

“Livy…” Obvious emotion clouds his eyes. “I can’t. I can’t do this. I can’t be friends with you anymore. Not like this.” The words tumble out like he is desperately clawing for relief. “I think I need some space.”

“Ry.”

“No, you don’t have to say anything. You were right, I shouldn’t have ruined this.” He closes his eyes, Adam's apple bobbing hard as he swallows. “But I thought…” He shakes his head. He glances to the left, seeing Luca charging towards them. Ryder is not interested in a second fight, so he backs away, giving Liv an apologetic look as he goes. Liv furrows her eyebrows then turns towards her boyfriend. She can’t read his face, which frustrates her further. Hot turmoil sears against the cavity of her chest as she replays what happened on the ice tonight.

“Hey, wanna tell me what’s going on?” Liv pauses, pushing her lips for a moment and drawing in a deep breath through her nose.

“Sure, do you have time for me?”

“Oh that’s fucking hilarious.” Luca spits at her. “Do you have time? Might need to go catch up with your little fuck buddy over there.” Liv balks, blinking in shock at his words and tone.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. So how was he Livy? Was he so much better than me? Did he make you wetter? Did he stroke you just right with his tongue to wake you up in the morning? Did he make you cum harder?”

“Luca.” Liv snaps, grabbing his wrists to pull him out of his rambling. He turns her hands over, taking control by gripping hers in his tightly, holding her in place.

“Tell me all about it. I’m all ears.” He is seething, shaking even as he tries to keep her still, looking him in the eye.

“Nothing happened!” She insists, feeling panicked. This is not how she wanted him to find out. She wanted it to be a conversation about what happened and why and how they could move forward from this. She has needs he isn’t meeting and as much as Ryder has tried to fill in for him, he isn’t and will never be Luca.

“Nothing happened but I’m hearing about this in front of 18,000 people while I’m beating the shit out of your most recent lay?”

“Luca, how many times do I have to say this. We did not have sex!”

“Ryder said he stayed over and that he is in love with you. All his fucking teammates are calling you his girl. But sure, I totally believe you. What is happening!” He says incredulously, eyes searching hers. What he is looking for, Liv can’t be sure, but she knows he can see her agony swimming in the blue orbs she got from her father. “Are you in love with him, baby?” The pet name he loves to drawl out to her is short and painful this time. Tears rush into Liv’s water line.

“No.”

“Don’t lie to me. Not when the stakes are this high.”

“I haven’t lied to you at all! I’ve been trying to tell you! As per usual, everything else is more important than me!” Luca scoffs, disgusted.

“Nothing is more important than you!” Luca yells, tightening his grasp on her hands again.

“Then why don’t I feel that way!?” Liv screams back at him, losing her cool completely. People look, staring in concern at the couple who grips at each other both lovingly and angrily.

Liv’s cheeks are flaming red, blue eyes wet with tears and hard with distress. He is right here, clutching her hands but Luca, her Luca, seems a million miles way. Her chest rises and falls quickly as she tries to steady herself. She didn’t mean to yell, didn’t want to either, but he wasn’t letting her get a word in. She needed to be heard. Luca slowly straightens back up. One by one, his fingers fall away from her hands.

“Are you saying this is my fault?”

“No.” Liv shakes her head, responding quietly. “I didn’t cheat on you.” She says shakily. “Yes, Ryder came over. Yes, he slept over in the same bed as me. But that is all. We slept. He left in the morning. I called you to try and tell you and I texted you. I didn’t want to tell you over a text. I wanted to have a conversation, but so many other things have come up with our schedules. So now you found out this way and I’m sorry about that, but you have some part in that too.”

Luca grins, a wicked and angry curl to his upper lip.

“Okay, I’ll be sure to make myself more available next time you want to tell me you’re fucking someone else on the side.” Liv closes her eyes, wincing at the judgmental and accusatory tone of his words.

“Nothing happened.” She reiterates to him.

“Bullshit, Livy. Bullshit nothing happened!” He snaps. “Why did you ask him to stay!?”

How could she tell him why? How could she tell him that the loneliness and unworthiness had created a gaping hole in her chest and she wasn’t sure how she could survive the night alone? How could she tell him about all the ways that Ryder shows up for her when Luca isn’t? How could she tell him how much he is falling short when they’re supposed to be forever? She’s never done this before, but as much as this is all breaking his heart, she thinks these next words might hurt more.

“Because he cared enough about me to show up. And I haven’t been getting that from you.”

“Wow.” Luca steps back, shoving his hands into his pocket. He looks over Liv’s shoulder, jaw becoming cemented together as he considers. “Maybe Ryder isn’t the only one to catch feelings here.” Luca accuses.

No matter how hard Liv tries not to, she can’t help but look away at such a pointed statement.

The pause between them is long. Too long for Luca to believe her when she gently shakes her head no. Her blue eyes return to his. Luca curls his hands up into fists, looking completely blindsided by this entire interaction. His chest heaves like he is still battling on the ice. Liv feels like a truck went straight through her body, destroying everything inside of her before it continues on like the rest of the world around them.

“Fiala!” A member of the Wild organization calls out. “Bus is leaving in 5!” The team is flying back to Minnesota and has a short turn around to make their flight before their pilots time out for the evening. He can’t stay any longer.

Tears fill Liv’s eyes as she scrambles for the right words to say in her brain. The wheels spin and spin and spin like a hamster on a wheel but all she comes up with is:

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say.” She pathetically shakes her head and shrugs sullenly.

“Fuck.” Luca yelps. He stands up straight, shifting his weight from foot to foot incredulously. He stares at her, brown eyes filling with sadness as he takes in her face. He bites his lip anxiously then opens his mouth to speak. “I gotta go.” Liv nods like she understands because she does. She always does.

With nothing more, Luca turns and walks away.

There is no hug and kiss.

There is no “I love you”.

There is no “I’ll call you when I get home.”

All that exists is the staff cleaning up after the game.

Families from the home team greeting each other.

And Luca Fiala walking away from her without looking back.

- - -

Three days. 72 hours. 4,320 Minutes. 259,200 seconds.

The exact amount of time it has been since Luca Fiala left New York City on a Delta flight back to Minneapolis. ¾ of that time, Livia Meier has been confined to her bed. She has cried loudly, silently, achingly, and numbly. None of the droplets that rolled down her cheeks alleviated the pain in her heart.

Her cheeks sting from the wetness as fresh ones roll down from her swollen eyes. She lays on her side, staring out at the flakes that fall outside of her window. It was bitterly cold this weekend. Or at least it seems to have been by the frost collecting on the window. Liv wouldn’t really know. She hasn’t left her apartment since she went to the game. Her phone lights up, showing the notification she got from Luca a half hour ago.

I’ll call you when I get back from practice.

That message is the first she has received from Luca since Wednesday. A simple text with no emotion, no inclination of what is going to happen when they connect virtually. Liv wants to get herself presentable for the call. But gathering the strength to get up and into the shower has felt impossible for the last hour. She knows her time is running out.

Under the harsh, hot spray of the shower head, Liv allows the water to consume her face. She scrubs at her irritated skin with a gentle face wash. As she does the basic steps of bathing, she continues to stop and let the water roll over her skin, seeking relief. New tears join the fresh water. Liv gives up, turning the shower off and getting out. She goes through her routine robotically, moisturizing and detangling, opting to skip the makeup because her skin is already irritated enough.

She forces herself to eat a granola bar and drink a cup of coffee while waiting for his call to come through. She is on her second, apathetic bite of food when the FaceTime ring disturbs her apartment. Her reflection morphs with the picture of them this past summer in Switzerland after brunch with her parents. They look so happy; a stark contrast from her current situation.

“Hi.” Livy answers.

“Hey.” He responds. His face has an angry set to it. “Did Ryder just leave?” He snips at her arms crossed over his chest tightly. He looks huge. Liv thought that at the game too. It’s clear he has spending a lot of time in the weight room this season, getting his body to where it needs to be. Normally, she would be drooling over it. Now it just makes her sad she doesn’t have those arms around her, protecting her from all of this.

“Okay, we got that out of the way. Do you feel better?” She asks, irritation making her eye twitch three times before she presses her finger to stop it.

“No.” He shrugs his big shoulders. Liv sighs. She really doesn’t want to fight. She wants to talk to him and find a path forward.

“I understand that you are angry and you want to make this about Ryder. But this isn’t about him. It’s about us and all the ways that we are not working right now. He is a symptom of the problem.”

“What’s not working? On my end, everything has been fine.”

“That’s also part of the problem, Luca. I’m over here drowning and you think everything is fine. I feel like, everything in your life is so much more important than me. Like we barely talk now when you’re on the road. You go hours without answering my texts. You don’t call when you say you will anymore. I have been feeling so lost and unimportant.” Luca runs a hand over his days old stubble. He contemplates before responding.

“I appreciate you sharing with me how you were feeling, but the time to do that was before you invited someone else into your bed with you. I can’t get over that right now. Nor can I look past the fact that you didn’t tell me; he did.” Liv gasps, shaking her head furiously.

“That’s not fair, I tried to call you that night and several times the next day. Things came up and suddenly you’re hearing about it from Ryder. This isn’t just on me.” Luca rolls his eyes.

“Liv, take some accountability here.”

“I am! It shouldn’t have happened in the first place, I acknowledge that. It was inappropriate. But don’t sit there and act like I didn't try to make this right. You didn’t have time for me. You were with the team and at practice and at a concert and I was supposed to what, Luca? Fucking text you? And pray for an answer?” She can feel herself losing the battle to not cry. She takes in a deep breath, looking up to collect her tears on her finger tips before they fall down her cheeks. “I apologize for how this happened. I apologize for being inappropriate and crossing boundaries with a friend. That is not okay. I own that. But that is all he is to me. A friend.”

Luca visibly relaxes after that, nodding his head. He uncrosses his arms, leaning back more towards the camera like he is ready to engage in the conversation.

“I’m sorry for Wednesday night. I was really upset and reacted poorly. I said some crude and mean statements to you. I’m sorry for that. That type of behavior isn’t okay and it won’t happen again.” Liv nods.

“I appreciate your apology.” She says genuinely.

“I’m sorry I didn’t make time for you.” He whispers, getting soft and vulnerable with her. “A lot of things feel not… normal right now, including my position with the team. But I thought we were fine, so it was easy to brush you off because…” He trails off, shaking his head. “I thought you’d be okay with it.” He looks her over. “I can see now that it isn’t okay and I’ll do better at making an effort. You deserve that, babe.”

Liv feels the knot in her throat grow. From hearing that he willingly pushed her aside. From the realization that he has done this in the past and she’s allowed it. From the negative ways it effects her and how she has responded so poorly this time. She feels ashamed for all the previous instances she has allowed this behavior that brought them here, where it now feels like a mountain to climb instead of a bump in the road.

“That’s really hard to hear.” She says, trying to clear her throat so she speaks clearly. “Like I felt that way, but hearing you say that sucks.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” Luca looks at her regretfully through the phone. “So where do we go from here?”

As much as she wants to, Livy knows she can’t forget about what has transpired in the last few weeks. She can’t go back to pretending that her and Luca are perfect. That there has been no tension or no underlying issues that lead to what happened with Ryder. Partly because it’s burned into her brain, but also because if they still have a chance at the future they have been dreaming of, it can’t be on the foundation of this unsteady ground. Her eyes tear up again, knowing what she has to do.

“I think we should take some time apart.” She responds sadly, keeping her eyes on the counter. Heavy silence takes over the line. When she gathers the courage to look at Luca, she can see the tears in his eyes. His hand is over his mouth, pointer finger slightly pushing his nose up. When his tears fall, he pushes his hat off his head and runs a hand through his hair. He looks to his right, towards the window Liv knows looks out at the city. She swallows hard, wanting to say more but not trusting herself to speak clearly.

“That’s what you think is best?” She nods, tears falling down her cheeks, dripping onto her t-shirt. Her chin wobbles hard which makes Luca sigh heavier, clearly upset by her reaction. “Livy, I never meant to make you feel that way, baby. I’m so sorry.” He starts so say. “I don’t want to lose you. I love you so much.” His voice cracks when he says he loves her.

“I don’t see how we can keep going like this, babe.” She cries. “I can’t. I’m also really hurt and maybe you don’t think I get to be, but I am. I’m not happy with how things are and I-I need some time to figure out what I need in a relationship. I feel like this is how I can be accountable to myself and to you.” Luca drops his face into his hands. When his shoulders shake, Liv thinks she might fall off the chair from how badly her heart crumbles in the wreckage of what they were.

The hardest part? It’s not that she doesn’t love him. It would be so much easier if she didn’t. But she loves him too much for things to continue this way. For them to fade away into nothing while she tries to figure out who she wants to be and what she needs and how to ask for it.

Liv’s tears begin to fall faster. They cry together on the phone, sobbing to each other how much they love one another.

They’re shredding apart at the seams.

But Liv feels more loved by Luca in this moment, as he gives her the space to be free, than she has in the previous six months of their relationship.

Maybe that’s a sign she should be running faster and farther from him than she is.

Instead, Livy feels like they’re more meant to be than she’s ever believed before.

Read more Liv and Luca here.

#liv x luca #hockey writing #NHL imagine #nhl fan fiction

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brittscafe · 2 years

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hi! I completely love your hcs for shunsui 😩 can I also request nsfw and sfw hcs for shinji?

have a nice dayy

Thank you and of course! <3 Shinji is sooo underrated.

Shinji Hirako Headcanons:

SWF:

The biggest tease to exist.

Shinji has the deepest attachment to you and would literally decay if you ever left him.

Shinji's the biggest fan of PDA.

He has a habit of slapping your ass as you walk past him and adores seeing the way you fluster at his actions.

He has no shame in pulling you aside for a quick little make out session and shoving his tongue into your mouth.

Everyone in the soul society knows you're together as Shinji practically chases you around every second of the day.

His love language is words of affirmation.

Shinji has a way with words that swoon you easily.

If you feel insecure or sad, he will cheer you up within 5 seconds.

Although, he would never admit it, he's very smart and can tell how you're feeling with just one glance.

If you ever get seriously injured, a flicker of anger jolts Shinji's body and he'll make whoever harmed you pay.

Shinji cares deeply about you and he'll hunt whoever hurt you to the ends of the earth.

After that, he'll stay by your side and nurse you back to health.

In the morning, he'll be sweet and pull you into his chest.

He'll pepper your face in kisses, praising you and telling you how much he loves and adores you.

He always convinces you to stay in bed a little longer than you're suppose to.

Shinji will often tickle you and a smile grows widely on his face as your laughter fills the room.

He loves your laughter and will find anyway to make you laugh.

His kisses are from straight heaven...or hell depending on how you see it.

He'll linger his lips over yours, teasing you.

Just when you think he's done teasing you and you start to walk away, he grabs onto your wrist and pulls you into a deep kiss.

It takes your breath away and just when you think he's done, he starts teasing you again.

He loves to play games with you.

NSWF:

He's one cocky motherfucker in bed (excuse my language...)

He loves to tease you to your breaking point when until you beg for him on your knees.

He's down to try anything. Blindfolds, bondage, spanking, but his favorites are overstimulation and mirror sex.

Now, he would never do anything to hurt you unless you asked.

He loves seeing the way face twists in pleasure and how your mouth drops open, letting out a moan in the mirror as his fingers are deep inside of you.

Shinji adores praising you in front of the mirror. If you feel insecure about your body, he'll waste no time undressing you and touching every inch of your body while explaining how much he worships you.

Don't even get me started on overstimulation. He'll do it until there are tears about to slip out from your eyes.

The only time, he likes to see tears pouring out from your eyes is when you down on your knees and you're practically gagging on his cock.

One time you asked him to pull your hair and it was a huge mistake.

At first, you thought you were going to enjoy it until Shinji almost broke your neck in half.

He profusely apologized to you and made it up to you later.

Let's just say he never tried to pull on your hair again or you swore to kill him in his sleep.

Shinji loves to take bath with you after and clean you up.

He'll hold you in his arms and massage the parts of your body that are sore while telling you how good of a job you did.

You usually end up falling asleep in his arms, so he'll dry you and off and put you into a new change of clothes before he carries you to bed.

#shinji x reader #bleach imagines #bleach #bleach headcanons #bleachanime #bleach manga #ichigo kurosaki #shinji hirako #shinji hirako x reader #bleach anime #shinji hirako imagine

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danganronpafan777 · 2 years

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SDRA Boys reaction to finding out Kanade killed there Fem S/O because she is best friend with Hibiki which resulted in Kanade cutting up S/O gruesomely like she did to Setsuka in the canon Game

Damn, fellow angst fan!

You didn't specify if Hibiki committed the murder too, so I included how they would interact with her after the trial knowing what her sister did-

Yuki Maeda:

When he sees your body at first, he's in complete shock

He wants to look away, but his eyes won't budge

It isn't until Shinji and Sora say his name a few times when the dam breaks

He's horrified, sad, angry, and full of grief all at once

He throws up during the investigation, and can't go near the body

There's no point, since it's already burned into his mind

He's quiet and crying during the trial, barely even blinking and ignoring anyone who tried to help

Sora tells him if he wants to get justice for you, then he must work with everyone

"...huh...What the hell do you know? About me? About Y/n? She's dead. I don't care anymore."

Yuki goes blank. Even void is a little worried, isn't it a bit soon for Utsuro to come out?

Anytime he sees Hibiki, he feels his stomach drop, the image of your body appearing fresh in his mind

He doesn't want to hate her, as she's just as much of a victim as you were, but her resemblance to Kanade makes him mistake her sometimes

Teruya Otori:

He slams his fist down on the podium in grief and anger, his eyes beginning to swirl in despair.

Why was this happening to him again? It was really all because you befriended the wrong person? Why did you have to die? Why couldn't it have been him!?

He thinks back to all the moments he had with you. Sun gazing, cuddling, your first kiss... he'd never see you again, he promised he would protect you and he failed again. Why was he such a failure?

He didn't want to give into despair, he really didn't, but sitting idly while everyone you loved died a horrible death made him wonder if hope really did exist

He stays in your dorm for a while, but definitely keeps a closer eye on everyone

If Hibiki didn't die, he couldn't bring himself to resent her, just her criminal scum of a sister

He has to keep the others safe and put an end to the killing game. He's well aware that he's not smart, if he was, he would have been able to save you

But he's strong. He's pushed himself past his limits before and he's not afraid to do it now.

He’ll protect everyone because it's what you would have wanted

That's the only thought keeping him sane

Shinji Kasai:

Also in shock when he sees your body

You were....there...(and there, and there-)

He’s seen a lot of gruesome sights of people who had terrible burns (Including himself, which you always reassured him over) but this was…

He starts to cry right there, as Yuki and Sora rush to comfort him

He can’t bring himself to investigate your corpse or your room, instead talking to everyone about their alibis

This whole time, he was saying that the people in void were friends and probably had some kind of reason for doing this, but…

He’s not sure anymore.

What kind of monster would put you through something so horrid?

When he finds out that it’s Kanade, he nearly breaks his podium

He’d never hit a girl, even if she is a literal demon spawn, but he’ll still yell at her for what she did to you

He can’t forgive her, turning his back on her and not even bothering to watch the execution

He stayed in his room for a few days, barely opening the door to anyone except Yuki

He is actually nicer to Hibiki, and even helps train and comfort her with all she’s been through

but there’s there a part of him that can’t help but think about what would’ve happen if he done this sooner, if he would have met your fate

The thought makes his stomach churn

Hajime Makunouchi:

Falls to his knees upon seeing the body

He nearly vomits at the way the face on your decapitated head was twisted in terror and your limbs were contorted as if you were nothing more than a doll

Hajime doesn’t feel angry, he just feels… sad.

Abandoned…once again.

He finds himself sobbing, unable to stop

He just felt so alone, but he told himself not to blame you, you hadn’t left him, not on purpose

He can’t investigate… he just can’t…

Ironic, that the strongest person in the class never felt so weak

Another part of him feels guilty, of all those times he talked you into training, into eating healthier foods… what was the point of all that when you were going to die so young?

He can’t say anything to Kanade, he can just glare at her through his sunglasses, his void eyes coming to life

He watches her execution, but he can’t bring himself to smile or feel happy

It just makes him feel….empty

He actively avoids Hibiki, but he’ll try not to treat her any differently

He confronts Nikei about turning against Mikado

Syobai Hashimoto:

Syobai wasn't attached to a lot and he rarely let anyone get close to him

But he made an exception for you

That's what you were, the exception

He was never loved by anyone in his life

Except you

He never cared about anything other than money and his own survival

Except you

He never fell in love with someone before

Except you

He never felt such sadness and grief when seeing a corpse

Except you.

The moment he saw your corpse, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, a pain unlike any he had felt before

Followed by a tsunami of emotions that were running wild

He forced them all down, much harder to do than ever and investigated your body

He found the culprit easily, charging Kanade with his knife almost immediately

She was quick but not quick enough, he left her within an inch of her life while Hibiki screamed and cried

He used his own medical knowledge to keep her alive for the trial, no matter how hard he wanted to end her right there

He smiled when she was voted, everyone understanding Syobai's actions

He doesn’t care about Kanade's backstory, he hates her for killing you, that's it

He won't hurt Hibiki, knowing Kanade would probably like that, but he glares at her anytime she's in the room with him

Yuri Kagarin:

He claimed it was a male the whole trial, only a male would be capable of doing this to you

When he found out it was sweet Kanade, his views shattered

"W-Why...?" That’s all he can ask, and when she explains, he wishes he kept quiet

You were gruesomely murdered because of your kindness, and how you befriended and comforted a scared and paranoid girl

Kanade was a demon through and through who took pleasure causing pain in others

Only then did he realize what you were always trying to say, about all males not always being bad, funny how the message only got through when he learned the opposite

If Hibiki isn't executed alongside her, he wouldn't ever directly blame her for the person her sister was

But he'll never be able to look at her without thinking of the monster who killed you

Mikado Sannoji:

This wasn't supposed to happen.

That's the first thought that crosses his mind, out of everyone here, you were supposed to make it to the end

He'd think it was Nikei, being the only void who would dare to do this, but even Nikei is not that psychotic

This was someone that made him look like a saint

He contributes everything during the trial, ignoring when people tell him to be quiet

They don't get to tell him that, not after his S/o was dead

When he learns of Kanade, he feels angry, at both her and himself

He could have figured Kanade's past out if he had just dug a little deeper...

He lightly avoids Hibiki, but doesn't make much of an effort to push her away,

Not like anyone else besides you would ever willingly talk to him

Nikei Yomiuri:

God damn it...

Why?!

Rage. He can only feel raw unhindered rage when he sees your mutilated corpse

The whole trial, he thought Mikado was the only bastard messed up enough to do this, there's no way anyone in void would do this to him

To kill the one thing he had left

His leadership, his power, his luck (the whole reason he was pressured into creating this messed up game)

And now he lost you, the one thing he achieved without the use of his remaining luck

And now you were gone in one of the most messed up ways possible

He demands Kanade's reasons for doing this to you, and only feels more disgusted when he finds out

He hopes she burns in hell

He can't look at Hibiki without his void eyes flaring and his face being consumed by undeniable rage

He lashes out at her a few times, but he doesn't care

He uses the rest of the space in his notepad to write about you

He's not sure if your dead in the real world, but if you were, then he wanted some way for the world to know the kind of person you are

Because he knows for a fact that he's not making it out of here alive

He just hopes he can bring Mikado down with him

#nikei yomiuri #shinji kasai #mikado sannoji #yuki maeda #yuri kagarin #hajime makunouchi #teruya otori #syobai hashimoto #sdra2 x reader #sdra2

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montammil · 2 years

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WOOOW Lawrence enemies are so intriguing *0* Can I request 1. Marshall getting kidnapped by Lawrence enemies for ransom. or - 2. Some crazy fan sneaking in Lawrence's house and meet Marshall there. (Maybe crazy fan even will see Marshall as rival for Lawrence's love?)

Here's the first request!! I might do the second one in the future, because that sounds like it'd be fun to write too. I hope you like it!!

CW: Gun violence, violence, parental whumper, Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, creepy whumper (not Lawrence), murder, ransom

...

After packing all his things, Lawrence looks back to see Marshall standing at the bottom of the stairs.

Just a week ago, Lawrence told Marshall he needed to go get some work done, to which Marshall seemed somewhat anxious about. Of course Lawrence doesn't like seeing him anxious, but not only does that show he can trust him alone for a day, but that Marshall will miss him! He isn't even sad he's leaving, just happy to see Marshall's reaction when he gets back.

"When will you be back?" Marshall asks.

Lawrence drops his duffel bag to stride forward. "If everything goes smoothly, I imagine around 8:00 or 9:00."

"Okay..." He still sounds reluctant.

Lawrence wraps his arms around his shoulders and gives him a tight hug. "You're gonna be fine. I promise. Just promise me not to go outside for any reason, okay? I'll know if you do."

"I know, I know..."

"Remember, the phone is on the kitchen counter if you need me."

"Sounds good."

"I almost forgot, if anyone rings the doorbell-- not like anyone probably will-- but if they do, don't answer it."

"Yep."

"Oh, and--"

"I won't do anything you don't want me to do," Marshall insists in a whine.

"Right, right," Lawrence laughs and kisses the top of his head again before stepping away. "I'll see you soon, kiddo. Be good. Remember to lock the door."

Marshall nods, watching Lawrence step out the door. He waves goodbye when the older man is in the car, then shuts the door and locks it. He feels a little relaxed to be alone, but considering half the remotely fun things he gets to do are under Lawrence's supervision, he already can feel the boredom setting in.

He takes a deep breath and sighs. He's glad Lawrence is gone, but he's also a bit nervous. He's never been left alone before, and he has no idea what to expect. He glances at the clock to see its 8:15 in the morning. Ugh. He needs to do something. He can't just sit here.

For now, he decides a nap will do. He's definitely not a morning person, even if Lawrence has been waking him up around 8:30 every morning.

He heads to the couch and sits down, pulling the blanket up over his legs. He turns on the TV, settling on some cartoon from the 80's. He'd choose literally anything else, but he has a fear Lawrence can see all activity on the TV. He doesn't even know if that's possible, but he isn't taking his chances in getting a lecture from him.

It isn't long before a loud crash wakes him up. He jolts upwards, never feeling so lucky he's a light sleeper, and grows nervous. It came from the front door.

Marshall stands, knees shaking, and hopes that it was just something out of place that fell, or... well, literally anything else. No, he'd have to be the most cursed person alive if there's an intruder in his captor's house.

But what if it's someone rescuing him? He doesn't really want to be rescued anymore. Where would he even go? Back on the streets? Back with his unloving family? Back to his friends, which he's obviously a burden on?

He doesn't care why they're here. He bolts toward the kitchen and grabs the home phone from where Lawrence said. He's about to go hide and call him, when he bumps into a chest.

"Who the fuck are you?" a low voice demands.

Marshall looks up. It's a man with shoulder-length blond hair, slightly lighter than Lawrence's, with brown eyes, and a scar across his left cheek. He looks to be in his mid-30s.

"Um, I'm Marshall," he blurts, not knowing what else to say. "Who... who are you?"

"Maddox, get the fuck in here!"

"Huh?! What--"

Marshall's gaze turns to see another man with shorter black hair and green eyes. He looks to be a little younger than the other guy.

"Does Cross have a kid?" apparently Maddox asks.

The blond looks back at him. "No, he doesn't! Unless this is his secret kid or something." He looks back at the frozen Marshall. "Who are you, kid?"

Marshall swallows what feels like a cartoonishly large lump in his throat. What is he supposed to tell him? He notices they both have guns in their gloved hands. He wonders if Lawrence knows what's going on, since surely there's cameras in the house.

"I'm Marshall," he whispers again. "Uh... Lawrence's... nephew."

The blond huffs. "Sure you are. Alright, Marshall, tell us where Cross went."

They're talking about Lawrence, right? Yeah, they have to be. He didn't know Lawrence's last name until now. "I don't know. He went for some photo shoot, I think." He's still holding the phone, when it gets snatched out of his hands and smashed on the floor. Marshall winces when he stomps his boot on it.

Are they trying to kill Lawrence? Or just rob him? Their faces aren't covered up, though...

"I have an idea," Maddox claims, "Why don't we take the kid along with some of Cross's stuff when we leave, and make even more money?"

"A ransom?" the blond guy asks.

"Is that a bad idea?"

"No, not really. We could use some extra money."

"Alright, let's go."

Marshall's heart is beating so fast he can barely breathe. He's getting kidnapped. Again. He tries to run for the door, but the two men grab him by the arms. He knows he's no match for these guys, so he does the only thing he thinks might work and goes completely deadweight, just hoping that'll buy him a little bit of time.

Sadly, it does nothing. The blond one grumbles, and the black-haired one tells him to calm down. Marshall thrashes when he gets picked up again, like he weighs the equivalent to a feather.

Marshall's body is thrown over the blond's shoulder, and he's carried out the door.

...

When Lawrence gets home, he checks his watch: 8:30. Usually Marshall doesn't go to bed this late, but he decides he'll check on him. He goes to his room, gently knocks. "Hey, kiddo, I'm back home. Can I come in?"

No reply.

Lawrence's eyebrows furrow slightly. "Marshall?"

Maybe he is just asleep. He creaks open the door and goes pale when he sees no one on the bed. He tries not to panic, going to the bathroom to see the door wide open, no sign of Marshall there, either.

"Marshall? Marshall, where are you?" Lawrence starts breathing hard as he checks each room, then downstairs to double-check the living room, just to see him not there still. He darts in the kitchen, and still sees no one there except... the home phone, in pieces on the ground.

Now he starts really panicking.

"Marshall?! Marshall, this isn't funny!" He notices the cameras are broken, some on the floor, some hanging on a wire and barely hanging on. Someone broke them, and he knows it wasn't Marshall. He doesn't even notice some of the missing paintings on the wall, or the missing vase on the entryway table.

Luckily the tracker in him is still right where he left it, in his nightstand drawer. He yanks it out, and it shows Marshall's location. He doesn't think anything of it, and runs down to his car and gets to driving.

...

As both of them are talking, Marshall learns the more calm, black-haired one is named Greg Maddox, and the more short-tempered blond is named Gill. He's pretty sure it's more of a nickname or his last name.

All's he knows right now, is he's definitely being held for ransom, and he's in the most uncomfortable metal chair he's ever sat in, and his hands are tied so tightly together he can't feel them. He's never missed Lawrence more than he does now.

He has a tracker in him, right? He thinks he heard Lawrence mention that before. As he was shoved in that van, he heard Maddox say he'd break the cameras.

What does it matter, anyway? In the end, he'll likely still be given to Lawrence, since he knows Lawrence will pay whatever ransom. Unless they plan on killing them both so they can get away with it. He remembers seeing a movie with a plot like that.

"Why don't we mess him up a little? I'd love to see Cross angry," Gill nearly purrs to the slightly shorter man.

Shrugging, Maddox says, "Do what you want. I'm going to prepare some things for tomorrow."

Marshall flinches when he hears the metal doors close. He assumes this is some abandoned warehouse, or something along those lines. He looks up at Gill, who is grabbing a pocket knife from his... well, pocket.

"Hey, kid," he sneers. "I think I'm gonna have some fun with you. What do you think?"

Marshall doesn't respond. He's too scared to even move. He's not sure if he should be relieved or terrified that he's not being killed.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!"

Marshall's eyes snap to him.

"You look so scared," he chuckles. "Keep that look." He moves the knife closer, and Marshall squeezes his eyes shut, waiting for pain, only to hear a loud,

bang!

The sudden noise nearly makes Marshall have a panic attack. He opens his eyes wide, and sees Lawrence standing at the entrance of wherever the hell they are, handgun held up. He looks over at Gill, to find him clutching his shoulder, where Marshall can see blood pooling out from.

"Get the fuck away from him," Lawrence growls so lowly, it's almost a whisper. A threatening whisper, no doubt.

Suddenly Maddox is through the door, with a gun of his own, but Lawrence shoots him with seemingly inhuman reflexes. Marshall wants to scream, to cry, to do anything, but he feels frozen in horror.

He screws his eyes shut once again. He doesn't want to see.

All he hears are screams, begging, cursing, and soon enough, those screams are cut off, and so are the ropes binding his arms together behind him. He opens his eyes to see Lawrence there, looking horrified.

"Did they hurt you?!" Lawrence cries.

"Um, no... He was about to, but I'm fine." Marshall gets yanked into his arms, and for the first time he hugs him back.

Lawrence peppers kisses to his hair and forehead. "Let's go home, Marshie..." His voice is broken, genuinely worried and scared.

Not in a thousand years did Marshall think he'd be in this situation. He lets himself get picked up, arms circled around his neck. He breathes in Lawrence's scent. It used to be unsettling, smelling like expensive cologne and coffee, but right now he finds the familiar smell comforting.

"You piece of shit," Gill abruptly growls. "I'll kill you. I'll kill you--"

Glaring, Lawrence asks, "Oh, you're still alive?"

He shoots him again, to which the man's head hits the floor.

He notices Marshall crying into his bloodied suit and coos. "I'm sorry, marshmallow. I didn't mean to scare you. Let's go home, alright? I'll fix you up a nice bath, I'll make us some hot cocoa, and I can even make us a blanket fort. How does that sound?"

"Good. Th-thank you." Marshall nods his head, still buried in the older man's chest.

"Of course, kiddo. Anything for you."

#whump #parental whumper #stockholm syndrome #rescue whump #sort of??#tw gun violence #tw guns #tw kidnapping #tw murder #whump writing #original whump #lawrence oc #marshall oc

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martianbugsbunny · 1 year

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We Are Mandalorians: Our Love Must Be Forged (An AxePaz Fic)—Chapter 9

Righty-ho, this is the chapter where things get worse for like a second but in a really fun way and then everything is gonna turn out great. It’s literally my favorite part of the entire fic tbh, except maybe the happy ending (which I promise is coming eventually!) Also, I don’t remember if I’ve used any Mando’a before in this fic, but I don’t think I have, so the rule for big phrases is Mando’a is the actual dialogue and the translation follows in italics. Singular words that are probably common knowledge among Mando fic fans are just as-is, but here is a link to the Wookieepedia page about Mando’a just in case. Anything I use can be found there. Enjoy!!!

“Paz, will you say the vows with me?” Axe asked.

Paz was weary; Axe could see it the way he nodded. And yes, it seemed futile to do it in a pit, at the end; but if not then, it would be never.

“Mhi solus tome,” Axe began. We are one when together.

“Mhi solus dar’tome.” Paz took the next line, his breathing labored and his voice hoarse with exhaustion. We are one when parted.

“Mhi me’dinui an.” We will share all. Including death.

“Mhi—ba’juri verde,” Paz said, and Axe’s heart ached when he heard how Paz’s voice stumbled on this part. We will raise warriors. He took Paz’s hand and squeezed it tight.

The footsteps in the cavern above came closer to the edge of the pit. Paz leaned his helmet against Axe’s. “I love you,” he whispered. “With all the strength of my heart.”

Axe longed to prolong the Keldabe kiss until the end, but he was tired and he was afraid and his nerves were absolutely bare. “Let me hold you,” he said, his voice trembling. “Let me die with you in my arms.”

Paz laid down with his head in Axe’s lap, his breathing slow. His right arm seemed stiff, and he curled his left around Axe’s knees. Was it the most comfortable of positions?…No, not really, but it wouldn’t matter for long anyway. Axe draped his arm across Paz’s upper body, fingers clutching at the cloth beneath his armor in hopes of feeling his pulse one last time past all the garments of war.

Just as the footfalls above reached the edge of the pit, the sound of blaster fire split the air. Bodies collapsed, beskar alloy ringing out against rock, and Axe held Paz tighter. “I love you too,” he said. He didn’t know what was happening up there, but he couldn’t let Paz die without him hearing that.

The noise died down and Axe heard a jetpack fire. Seconds later, a Mandalorian in shiny silver armor landed in front of them: the notorious redeemed apostate Din Djarin. “They’re alive!” he called up to the edge. “They need medical attention!” He knelt down in front of Axe and pulled off his helmet to make half-direct eye contact. “Are you alright?” he asked.

Axe didn’t know what to do, what to say, so he shook his head. “Take care of Paz first,” he insisted. “I can wait. He needs help.”

Din pulled Paz to his feet. The strain of the past few days had definitely caught up with him; he looked like he was about to pass out. Axe didn’t feel much better than Paz looked, but like hell was he going to let himself be attended before he knew his husband would be healed. As Din left the crater, holding Paz securely by the waist, Bo-Katan dropped down next to Axe.

“Where’s the fleet?” he asked. His tongue felt thick and clumsy in his mouth. “They were gone, or I would’ve come back with—”

“Easy. TIE bombers attacked and they were forced to flee. They’re back in orbit now, and the Imperial base has been destroyed. Gideon is dead and what remains of the Imperials are being hunted down and eliminated, including the ones who were about to shoot you like ducks in a barrel.” Bo-Katan tilted his chin up. “You rescued a Child of the Watch instead of fighting?”

Axe inhaled and took a moment to clear his mind before responding, to make sure his words would come out without being jumbled. “He’s my riduur,” he said. “I couldn’t—leave him to die.”

Then he blacked out, falling face-first into Bo-Katan’s arms.

#paz vizsla #axe woves #paxe #axepaz #axe x paz #paz x axe #the mandalorian #mandalorian season 3 #rivals to lovers #fix it #nite owls #children of the watch #mandalore #marriage vows #fic #martianbugsbunny writes fic

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chrisevansonly · 2 years

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My Forever Angel (A Special Harry’s Angel AU Headcannon🦋)

Pairing: Harry Styles x Female Reader

Summary: You’ve always been his angel…and now he’ll always have his favourite girl right beside him

Warnings: non, very sweet, very cute, I just have been loving these two

A/N: my babies, these two are my babies I love them so much😭😭

The smile across your face said it all as Harry had brought you to the spot on the beach where you’d both watched the sunrise a day before

It was quiet, the only sound filling the space around you were the waves rolling softly against the sand, a few seagulls maybe chirped hear or there, but this was the definition of pure and utter bliss

Truthfully there was no other person you wanted to spend your days with, Harry was an absolute dream to ever have come into your life, and there was no other man you’d want to share your life with

His hand held yours gently as you walked along the water, your eyes widening when you noticed a blanket placed a little ways in front of you, coffee, breakfast and a beautiful bouquet of tulips spread across the grey fabric

“H what’s all this?!”

Harry let out a soft laugh at the surprise in your voice, his lips pressing to your temple

“Well you loved it so much here yesterday…I though we could have breakfast and watch the sun rise?”

“It’s so beautiful, thank you”

You turned to look at him, his eyes portraying something you couldn’t quite decipher but you didn’t care in that moment when you placed your lips on his

No one had ever done something so sweet for you before, and with Harry, he loved surprising you no matter how big or how small, he would give anything to see that smile he loved so much

“You’re welcome m’angel, only the best for you”

Pressing one last kiss to his lips you both sat down, grabbing a hold of your latte the sweet caramel flavour filling your senses, there was nowhere you’d rather be

“I don’t have anything on my schedule till this afternoon, so m’all yours till then”

You let out a sigh of content leaning back against his chest, you knew with tour picking back up you’d need to make the most of the quiet moments you were able to get with Harry, all of which you made sure to cherish

It wasn’t long before the sun started to peak more over the horizon, breakfast eaten, coffees downed, the waves picking up slightly. The two of you only had a little longer left until the surfers would be out, the kids flying kites and those early morning beach joggers would be crowding a space you’d grown attached too in the past couple days

You got up to stretch taking a picture of the sun glistening on the water, a smile on your face after you went to check

“I’ve really loved coming down here baby, it’s so quiet, I never want to leave”

Harry laughed behind you “guess it’s a good thing I’ve got a place here huh?”

You nodded turning around to face Harry only to find him on one knee, a ring between his thumb and pointer finger

“W-wait…no wait? What..? Harry what?”

His head dropped as he chuckled, recovering after. a few seconds to bring his eyes back to yours, tears now lining them, god you were so beautiful

“Y/N, I’ll keep this short, I know you’ll lose it if I don’t”

You let out a tearful laugh, your hands coming up to wipe your eyes which really was no use because the tears were not stopping

“You are the best gift I have ever received, you are my biggest supporter, biggest fan, my beautiful angel…you are quite literally the love of my life”

“Harry…”

He smiled his free hand taking yours and giving it a gentle squeeze

“I know being on the road is tough, and I’m away a lot, but you never fail to show me love, and remind me of the beautiful things in life, you’re m’whole world, so will you marry me angel..?”

You nodded instantly, there was no one else you’d rather be with in the entire universe

“Yes…of course I’ll marry you Harry, I love you so much baby…so much”

He stood up his lips meeting yours firmly but filled with love and passion as you held onto one another, time seeming to freeze until you pulled away, both of your eyes filled with happy tears, Harry then sliding the beautiful diamond ring onto your finger

“I love you so much y/n, so much…I can’t wait to make you my wife”

He leaned in for another kiss when the sound of camera shutters made you pull away, Anthony waving with a guilty smile on his face knowing he was caught

“Sorry!!”

You laughed leaning your forehead on H’s chest, for once in your life you were so grateful it was Anthony and not paparazzi

“Thanks for capturing the moment man!”

“Anything for my two favourite lovebirds!”

As you walked back up the beach after managing to catch your breath and your shock died down a little, you couldn’t help the excitement spreading through your body at the fact that you were marrying your best friend

If anyone had asked you what you thought 2023 would bring to you, it wouldn’t have been getting engaged to Harry, and in this moment you almost wished you could stop time to celebrate in your tiny bubble, but you’d both have immense opportunities coming up as you travelled around together

“Mrs.Styles has a ring to it..”

“It definitely does baby…”

#harry’s angel au🦋❤️‍🔥#harry styles x angel 🦋#harry’s angel🦋❤️‍🔥#harry’s angel headcannons🦋❤️‍🔥#harry styles & angel 🦋#harry styles #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x female reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x girlfriend reader #rueswrites #ruesanswers #ruesfriends💙

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combatfaerie · 2 years

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Ficlet: On the (Beach) Rocks

Title: On the (Beach) Rocks

Word count: 858

Rating: Gen

Characters: Becky Lynch/Seth Rollins

Prompt 03: A proposal on the beach.

Tagged: @wrestleprompts

(Feels like a bit of a cheat since Seth literally proposed on a beach, but given all the Becky/Seth stories I’ve written, people would probably ask if I was okay if I didn’t do something for them for this prompt.)

Not on the beach. Roman's advice rang through Seth's head as he took the ring from its hiding place and tucked it in his pocket, hoping Becky didn't pick that moment to glance back. A beach proposal might not have been the most original, but it wasn't exactly like their relationship hadn't been steeped in cliches from the start. Friends to lovers, workplace romance—they could have started a checklist. So one more wouldn't hurt, and more importantly Becky loved Hawaii, and that was all that mattered.

"Everything okay?" Becky called back.

The quiet stretch of beach where they had stopped to take pictures of the sunset was rocky and Seth's knees ached when he looked at it, but he wasn't going to let that stop him. He didn't have any set plans, but he didn't want to keep worrying about losing the ring—or worse, Becky finding it. It was the second day of their vacation, so it wasn't like he had proposed the second they landed. "Yeah. Be right there." After shutting the trunk, he jogged down to the beach, pointing out at the sunset. "That would make a great shot with the waves."

Thankfully Becky took the bait, fishing her phone out of her pocket and setting up her shot, which gave him time to get the ring out of his pocket and ease down to a knee. <i>Should have picked a SANDY beach,</i> he thought, hoping Becky would turn around soon. Having to clear his throat to get her attention wouldn't entirely ruin the moment, but it would take some of the shine off the story.

When she finally did turn around, Becky stumbled back in surprise. "What are you—oh my god." Seth thought she was about to drop her phone, but she ended up holding it in a death grip so tight he could hear the protective case squeaking in protest. "Are you—is this for real?" All her sentences were coming in fragments, punctuated by sharp blinks. "Why are you—but... your knees. Your knees—"

The expression on Becky's face was better than any yes could be, but Seth still wanted to hear it anyway. He would have been happy to get married in a courthouse, or do like Renee and Jon had done and go for the spur of the moment, but the amazement in her eyes made it all worthwhile: designing the ring and keeping it secret for months, trying to arrange the trip to Hawaii without her getting suspicious, even packing the ring. "Yes, of course it's real. Now can I finish before my knees crack?"

Becky let out something between a laugh and a sob as she rocked back on her heels. "Yeah, yeah."

Seth hadn't planned out the proposal word for word; he wanted to leave room to ease in, to capitalize on some beautiful moment. This is it, he thought, carefully opening the ring box. If he lost the ring now, it was going to fall amongst hundreds of rocks, and that definitely wasn't the memory he wanted Becky to have. The words came slowly at first, and he was sure he had repeated himself at least twice, but it didn't stop Becky from pressing her hands to her mouth to keep from sobbing—or, possibly, interrupting him. When it was time to put the ring on her finger, Seth had to give her a nudge. "Left hand," he said softly when she finally lowered her right. "Though it's up to you, really."

"Right, right... I mean—oh, you know." Becky quickly switched hands, gazing down at the ring as soon as Seth started to get to his feet. "How—when.... you've been so busy...."

"I gotta have some secrets." Grimacing, Seth rubbed his knees. The rocks definitely looked nicer than they felt. He was just about to lean in to kiss Becky when he heard the tell-tale clack of rocks behind him. Please don't be a fan, he thought as he started to turn. He had stopped at that specific spot because of the isolation—definitely not the rocks—and he could have sworn there was no one in sight. I didn't take THAT long getting the ring out of the back....

When he looked, though, it was an unassuming woman with a camera that looked like it was bigger than her head. "Hi. I don't want to interrupt, but... if you'd like a picture?" She hoisted her camera and it was very evident that it was no simple point-and-shoot model.

Becky was already tugging on Seth's arm. "Yes, please. That would be lovely."

Seth gamely shuffled back with Becky, laughing when she stepped on his foot. "Is that going to be a habit now?" he joked as she pressed close to his side. When he had been looking back through photos of them earlier, he noticed she almost always seemed to stepping slightly on his left foot.

She grinned up at him. "For the rest of your life," she said, echoing his proposal. He had never been happier to have his own words thrown back at him—maybe never happier at all.

#wrestleprompts #combatfaerie fic #rollynch fic #brollins fic

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part 47

and the sexiest part is that Harry would actually be so nice to your bf at first (he loves and respects anyone you're close with) until he sees how that guy treats you sometimes 😌 then he would immediately turn into the most condescending asshole, always one upping him and trying to show you that he's better 😌 treating you like a princess as always but to your bf? not happening 😌

harry is for sure into making you cum harder than he ever has before 🤕 he's gripping your thighs after you cum, holding your legs apart even as you're straining against him bc you're so sensitive 🤕 he noses along your sensitive skin, smiling when you gasp and he says "you're going to give me one more, okay? gonna make it even better than last time" and you're whimpering, trying so hard to catch your breath but he's not making it easy 🤕 and god if he thinks it wasn't as good as the last one you had? he's going again 🤕 he doesn't care how much you whine or try to squirm away he's just determined to pleasure you until you lose your mind 🤕

no literally he gets off on getting you off, every time he says "just a quickie babe I promise 😋" it ends up being 3 hours long and you cum 5 times bc he just can't keep his hands off you 😋 he loves when you turn into an oversensitive whining mess under him and how you look so pretty when you're fucked out like that 😋

him pouring you some champagne on your wedding night and he says "a glass for Mrs styles?" and you reach out for it saying "why thank you Mr styles" and he kind of just freezes in place, and you're like "what?" and he says "can you call me that again pls" and you're all ohhhhh maybe we've discovered a new kink of yours 😌

i love the idea of jack who's a little toxic and manipulative 😋 very yummy! him wanting a baby so bad but you're not quite sure yet, but whenever you argue he just kisses you until you quiet down 😋 then he pushes you down on the bed and sinks to his knees, pulling your panties off and moving your legs over his shoulders 😋 mouthing along your inner thighs saying "just want to give you a baby, honey, you know it'll feel so good when I do... please lovie? I'll take such good care of my girl when she's pregnant for me... such a sweet thing, always giving me what I want" and you stutter out "i don't- I'm not sure if-" and he just shushes you, kissing a little closer to where you want him, but avoiding it until you tell him what he wants to hear 😋 he would probably edge you a bit too, making it clear that you'll get exactly what you want as soon as he gets what he wants 😋

being Harry's gf but you have a little joke going on where he calls you his groupie 😋waiting for him backstage or in a VIP section, he for sure blows some kisses to you during the show 😋 then afterwards he has you escorted to his dressing room by security, and when he finally comes in to meet you it's ooooon 😋 he's unbuttoning his shirt bc he's covered in sweat and he says "fancy seeing you here... saw you screaming and cheering for me, you must be a big fan, hm?" and you get up off the couch, nodding as you walk closer and say "yeah, I'm your biggest fan" and soon you're chest to chest, but he keeps walking and before you know it your back is against the wall and he's caging you in 😋 he says "yeah?" and you nod, and your heart is pounding by now from how erotic this is, and you know he can tell bc he smirks and lays his palm on your throat 😋 not squeezing or anything, just enough to feel your heartbeat 😋 then he says "why don't i show you how I say thank you to my biggest fans?" and he drops to his knees 😋

i think Harry has a thing for feeling how he can get your heart to pound so easily 😋 all it takes is a few dirty words or a certain look or him trapping you under him and you're like 😳 and he's just so smug about that 😋 it's like a physical representation of how turned on you are 😋

yes your first time would be so soft and giggly 🥹you're so nervous at first until he does something dumb like bang his head on the headboard or almost fall over bc he's trying to get undressed so fast and then you can't help but laugh, and he looks over at you pretending to be offended but then he laughs too 🥹 when you really get into it he notices your hands are shaking just a little bit so he stops, taking your hand in his and pressing it to his mouth to kiss it 🥹 he says "you're shaking, baby, do you not want to do this?" and you're immediately like "no, no I do, I'm just- you just make me nervous" and he smiles a little bit saying "did you not just see me give myself a concussion on the headboard? i don't think anything about me exactly screams intimidating, does it?" and you're giggling with him, and he buries his face in your neck saying "just want to take care of my girl and make her feel so good, gonna let me do that?" and you nod, and he's smiling again as he kisses his way down your body 😌

lynnie this is unacceptable 🤕 he would be so mean to you after that, edging you and ruining your orgasms just to make you cry 🤕 when you get really whiny he slaps your thigh gently saying "you need to stop fucking whining, you did this to yourself baby... gave you one simple rule and you couldn't even follow it? you knew this was going to happen, so shut up and take it" 🤕

ugh please just think about your first time ever being with harry 🤕 you've been dating for a while and you know you want it to be with him 🤕 he's always so sweet and respectful when you push his hands away, he never gets upset or annoyed or anything he just kisses your cheek and grabs the remote to turn the TV on 🤕 and you haven't told him that you've never done it before, but you're pretty sure he can tell bc he's just perceptive like that 🤕 but then one day you decide you're ready and you want to be with him like that, so when you're kissing and it's getting really heated you plan to just let things go wherever they go, but harry realizes you're both getting pretty worked up and he doesn't want to push any boundaries so he pulls away 🤕 he's a bit out of breath and his lips are swollen and he can't stop staring at yours, but he says "baby we need- we need to slow down, I'm getting pretty worked up" and you whine, chasing his lips bc you're not done kissing him yet 🤕

he gives you one more bc he can never say no to you, but then he's pulling away again and he says "I'm serious, we need- I need you to tell me what you want so I can give it to you" and he's staring at you so intensely, your voice is shaking a little bit when you say "i want you, harry, i want to have sex with you" and his eyes go wide as he tries to process that you're finally saying that 🤕 but then you're nervously talking again and saying "but i haven't- I've never, um, done it before, so you're not allowed to make fun of me if I'm bad or I don't know what I'm doing-" and his brows furrow, he cuts you off saying "hey, hey, you know I would never do that... I would never make fun of you, not for anything, and especially not for this" and you're not quite meeting his eyes, so he grips your chin gently and turns your head to look at him saying "do you understand? need to make sure you know what I'm saying baby" and you nod, trying to match his deep breaths to help calm yourself down, and he says "we don't have to do anything you're not ready for, okay? there's no need to rush into things" and you shake your head, eyes still locked on his when you say "I'm not rushing into things, I want this- I want you" and he looks so happy to hear you say that 🤕 so he takes a deep breath and says "we can do whatever you want, okay? just want to make my girl feel good, that's all" and you nod, saying "and we can go slow?" and he leans in to kiss your cheek when he says "we can go as slow as you want, it's all about you" and you nod, but he can tell you still seem a bit nervous so he says "why don't we start easy? we can just kiss for a bit first, see how you feel after that?" and you think that sounds pretty great so you agree, and he leans in to kiss you again 🤕 he's doing everything he can to keep you feeling safe and calm, touching you so gently to help keep you grounded 🤕

soon he pulls away and says "wanna sit in my lap?" and that gives you the biggest butterflies 🤕 you agree and he helps you swing your leg over his to straddle him, and your faces are only inches apart when he smiles and whispers "hi" and you say it back 🤕 he kisses your nose, murmuring how cute you are, then he gets back to kissing you fully 🤕 soon you start to move your hips a little, he can't help but moan into your mouth bc it feels good and you pull away immediately, stopping your hips and blushing so hard 🤕 you say "sorry, i didn't mean to..." and he just furrows his eyebrows, saying "why are you sorry? it felt good, that's why i moaned" and your poor cheeks are stinging so much from how warm they are 🤕 and he's a menace so he keeps talking, just to tease a little, saying "you know, now that you've heard me moan, it would only be fair if I heard you, wouldn't it?" and your eyes go wide, you say "i can't just-" and he cuts you off saying "i know, that's not what i meant, I was thinking maybe I could help you out though?" and your head is still spinning foem all the kissing and how close you are to him right now, so you stare at him for a few seconds before he lets out a little huff and says "I'm saying I want to go down on you" and you're a little surprised at his bluntness, but honestly you're used to it by now 🤕 so you just nod and say "that sounds- sounds good" and he's smiling with the moooost evil look on his face as he says "hold on" but he barely gives you a second to process before he's flipping you over 🤕 he says "gonna let me see you? all of you?" and you nod, lifting your arms for him to pull your shirt off 🤕 he groans when he sees you're not wearing a bra, and he leans down to kiss your chest right away 🤕 saying "you've got the prettiest fucking tits babe, I'm so glad you're letting me see them" and he's already sucking hickeys into the skin there 🤕 when he sucks your nipple into his mouth he can feel your back arch, and he looks up to see you biting your lip so hard 🤕he says "you can let it out baby, I know you wanna moan, let me hear you" and you whimper a little bit, saying "it's too embarrassing" and he just says "promise it's not, you have no idea how bad i want to hear you" and you're still biting on your lip, but he figures that's okay, he'll get it out of you one way or another 🤕

so he leaves one more little lovebite before he starts kissing down your tummy, sucking on any sensitive spots he finds and biting occasionally to make you jump 🤕 when he gets to your waistband he looks up at you asking if he can take them off, and you nod so fast and lift your hips to help him out 🤕 he's immediately kissing at your thighs, leaving even more hickeys for you to remember him by tomorrow 🤕 he leans in a bit close to where you want him and takes a deep breath, nearly moaning again as he says "you smell so good baby, bet you taste even better... gonna let me try it? let me have a taste?" and you're nodding, saying "yes, I want to feel you, want you to make me feel good" and he says "don't worry about that baby, I'm gonna make you feel so good" and he buries his face between your thighs 🤕 you're gasping right away, arching your hips up bc it feels so good but he just grips onto you and pushes you back down 🤕 holding you still by your hips so you can't squirm around, and he's being so filthy and making such a mess 🤕 moving his face from side to side so he'll be completely coated in your wetness 🤕 trying different patterns on your clit to see what makes you fight against his hold the most 🤕 and ugh the whole time he would be making the filthiest noises 🤕 moaning and groaning against you like he's the one being pleasured 🤕 he only quiets down when he hears a soft little moan out of you, because he wants to be able to hear you better 🤕 he doubles down to get you to make that noise again, dipping his tongue inside to reach more of the honey you're dripping for him while his nose brushes against your clit 🤕 then he moves back up and suctions his lips around your clit, sucking harder than before and you really moan 🤕 he's never been more turned on than he is hearing that, and he can't help but moan back 🤕

and ofc you can feel the vibrations against you which only makes you moan and arch your back more, and it's just a filthy cycle 🤕 soon you're grabbing onto his hair and trying to push him a little closer and gasping out "I'm close, I'm gonna cum, just don't- don't stop, please don't stop" and he barely acknowledges you, he just keeps sucking 🤕 then your legs tense up around him and your grip on his hair gets almost painful, but he only uses that to bury his face deeper in you as he licks up every last bit he can🤕 then you're pulling him away bc it's too much and too sensitive, and he can't help himself but give you one last kiss on your clit which makes you flinch 🤕 finally he pulls away, licking his lips so can taste as much as possible as he comes up to kiss you 🤕 and you can taste yourself on his mouth which is almost enough to make you want to go again 🤕

but not quite, you're very worn out after that, and he can tell with how lazy your kisses are getting, so he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours saying "well how was that?" and you just sigh, pulling him a little closer to say "so fucking good" and he smiles, noticing how droopy your eyes are getting and he says "I'm glad to hear that... told you i just want to please my girl" and you nod, letting your eyes close for a second before you open them again and say "we don't have to stop, we can-" and he shakes his head, smoothing back your hair to say "not right now, you're looking pretty tired, baby, and there's no rush to get anything done... you can sleep for a little while, I don't mind" and that sounds so good, and he's so warm and cozy and cuddled up to you, and before you know it your eyes are closing and you're out 🤕 and harry gives you one last gentle kiss on your forehead before he falls asleep too, pressed up against you so you'll be as close as possible 🤕

thinking about how harry 100% has a size kink 🤕 he's obsessed with how much bigger he is than you, how he can throw you over his shoulder whenever he feels like it and how he can pin both of your hands with just one of his 🤕 how he can throw you around and put you in whatever position he wants you in 🤕 and when he's fucking you? he'd be so mean about it 🤕 pushing down on your stomach and saying "I don't know if you can take me baby, you're just so small" "gonna feel me so deep in your tummy, hm?" and you whine and argue that you can take it, he's teasing saying he's not sure but when he finally pushes in he's holding your hips in place when you try to squirm and saying "nuh uh, you wanted this so bad so I'm giving it to you, be a good girl and take it" 🤕

i bet harry is obsessed with you after you cum 🤕 my pussy hurts just thinking about this 🤕 he loves the way you're shaky and breathing so hard and how you cuddle so close to him and get so needy for him to be close and how you smell like pure sex and just ugh 🤕 that's part of why he loves making you cum so much: just bc of the way you act afterwards 🤕

I'm going to cry thinking about how harry eating you out is truly a full experience 😔thinking about the way he breathes in short gasps bc he's too into it to breathe normally 😔 the absolute filthy noises that would fill the room from how wet you are and the way he moans against you 😔 the way he would hold you down when you're moving too much 😔 how his face would be wet bc he's so messy with it 😔 how he would keep going after you cum, trying to make you cum again even when you're so oversensitive 😔

thinking about going to a bar with your bf and some friends, and ofc harry is included in the little group so he's there too 😌 a few people decide to play pool and you want to join them, but you're not very good at it so you ask your bf to help you out, but he just kind of rolls his eyes and keeps talking to his friend at the table. Harry's watching the whole interaction ofc and he sees how sad you look when your bf just brushes you off like that, so ofc he's walking right over to you and saying "don't be sad pretty girl, I'll help you out😌" and he does just that 😌 he puts his arms around you, showing you how to hold the cue, holding your hands over top of it and whispering directions in your ear 😌 he says "then... we line it up... and.... go for it!" and he's obviously doing all the work, but when the ball goes exactly where he wanted it to he's cheering and spinning you around to high five him 😌 he says "see? you're a natural!" and you look so happy, he knows he would do absolutely anything for you if it would make you smile 😌 then he glances over and sees your bf watching the two of you, looking royally pissed off, so Harry decides to step it up another notch and kiss you on the cheek 😌 you're so happy (and maybe you have the slightest crush on Harry) so ofc you don't mind, you're smiling and laughing with everyone else, and harry makes eye contact with your bf for a few seconds before he picks up the cue and puts his arms around you again 😌

.......... sitting on his lap facing him when he's sitting like that ......... maybe you got in a petty little argument earlier and he's still a little mad at you, but you're over it so you're trying to make him not so mad anymore 😋 he's leaning back, not touching you, his face is neutral and he's willing himself not to get hard but he can't help it when you're all pretty on his lap like this 😋 you have your arms around his neck and you're whispering how sorry you are, leaning in to kiss at his neck and grinding down on him lightly just to make him lose his mind 😋 soon he huffs and grabs your hips, leaning forward to say "you've been mean to me all day and now you want me to touch you?" and you nod sweetly, he sighs and says "you always get what you want, maybe that's why you're such a brat" and flips you over so he can be on top 😋

harry is such a nasty filthy whore the first time you're together 🤕 saying "you're so wet for me, bet you didn't get this wet for him, did you?" and he spits in your mouth and slaps you around a bit bc he can tell you like it 🤕

harry for sure occasionally gets in a very feral mood and just wants to fuck you until you cry 🤕 and when you do he pouts in a mocking way and says "poor thing, it's just too much for you isn't it? I'm just making you feel too good" and wipes the tears away with his thumb as he's literally still inside of you 🤕

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 382, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, pregnant sex, blood, gangbangs, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage)

WORDS: 1262

“Break a leg out there now my love,” I giggled as I settled the babies into their back papoose on my soulmate’s back.

“Will do sweetheart,” he chuckled, bending to press a sweet kiss to my forehead before sweeping out onto the stage, being met by the crowd’s thunder.

“Mommy, is it me, or does the stage look really funky?” Katie asked me when Peter finished playing Wolf Moon, pausing to ask the crowd something. Sure enough, it appeared the be buckling in the center, behind where Peter was strumming his bass and crooning into his microphone.

I opened my mouth to say something, only to have all the air in my body fly out as the stage collapsed with the band members on it. Peter turned his head and looked at me, fear in his eyes as he dropped his bass and slung the babies to his manly chest before his disappeared, falling well over ten feet onto concrete below.

“PETER!” I screeched, lunging forward to pull my husband and the babies out, only to be held back by Slitzy. “BABY TOMMY! LITTLE GIRL!”

“What the fuck just happened?” Slitzy demanded to know as the entire arena- backstage and stage area- erupted into fear and panic.

I just looked out, shocked and confused as fans broke through the barrier and began to dig through the rubble.

“Mommy!” Elizabeth screamed, her eyes wide with fright as she and Katie just clung to me.

“Is daddy okay?” Katie fretted as I passed the girls off to Slitzy before I ran out of the backstage area and out onto the concert floor just as a screaming little girl was pulled free by a chubby man.

“Little girl!” I sobbed as she was passed my way. Her jeans were ripped and a trickle of blood was running from her knee.

“I got Baby Tommy!” someone yelled, the wailing little boy also passed my way.

“Where’s Peter? Where’s my husband?” I sobbed out as sirens roared off in the distance.

“Ma’am? Are you alright if I look the babies over?” asked a woman in scrub and a calm face. I numbly handed her little girl first and watched as she conducted a quick examination before handing her back to me and asking for Baby Tommy. “Little girl seems fine to me, but I thing Baby Tommy needs an x-ray done of his leg. I would take them to a doctor to be on the sure side.”

“Thank you,” I choked out, sagging into her arms and just weeping.

“We got Peter!”

A collective cheer went up as paramedics rushed to the scene, where the band members were loaded onto gurneys before being whisked off to ambulances.

I trotted alongside of Peter, telling him that I was here for him, ignoring the ugly angle that his leg was in.

“Sweetheart, go take the kids home,” he ordered me before he blacked out from the amount of pain that he was in.

“What hospital are you taking him to?” I asked one of the paramedics who was loading him into an ambulance.

“Lincoln Memorial, he has a niece who’s a doctor there, right? I’ll radio the hospital and have her on standby.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you…” I whimpered as I watched them load him into the ambulance before tearing off down the street with their Christmas light flashing.

“MC!” James’ station wagon skidded to a stop next to me. “Get in- the girls are already packed up.”

“Here, strap them in,” I told Elizabeth and Katie as I handed them the babies before getting in. I had barely even had any time to shut the door when James was screeching off behind the ambulance, keeping up an even pace behind it.

“Hang tight, we’re almost there!” Aaron promised me as James skidded to a stop right in the middle of the ambulance bay, ejecting myself and the babies, promising me that he would drop the girls off at home before joining me.

“Go!” I gasped before tearing off into the hospital after Peter. “How’s my husband?” I demanded to know of a doctor who was tending to him.

“He’ll need surgery,” he told me in a grim voice before leading me into an examination room. “I’ll be back in a minute to check up on the babies.”

I sat down, the two babies screaming like a jammed foghorn- I couldn’t tell if they were in pain or if they were just frightened. And for that, I felt like the worse mother in existence.

“Mary Claire, I was watching the band on their website live stream!” Ryley announced herself, soaring into the examination room with her coat hanging from her shoulders in an awkward position, indicating that she had tossed it on before racing out.

I just mutely handed her little girl, watching numbly as she gave the almost two year old a full examination, poking her in the tummy and using a soft, gentle voice to speak to her.

“Boop boop boop!” she sang out, crooning when little girl reached out and stole her glasses from her face. “Uh, excuse you little girl!”

“Mesies wantsies Papa Pete!” she sniffled, calmed down enough at last. I swapped babies with her, removing the glasses from little girl’s hands and replacing them with a red curl. “Mama Wen Wen, where Papa Pete?”

“Papa Pete is in with the doctor,” I soothed her in a shaky voice. “Papa Pete is receiving the best care in the whole wide world!”

“Mama Wen Wen? Mesies tired…” she announced, promptly drooping in my arms and going to sleep.

“I’d like to order some x-rays for both babies, just to be on the sure side that they’ve sustained no serious injuries,” she told me in a gentle voice just as Aaron charged into the room.

While Ryley repeated her findings to little girl’s father, I bounced both babies in my arms, cooing at the crying Baby Tommy.

“Totul va fi bine,” i cooed as we settled the babies down onto the seperate cots and stood off to the side as Ryly injected a knock out drug to their arms before rolling them off to have x-rays taken.

“It’s okay Mary Claire,” Aaron soothed me, wrapping an arm loosely around my shoulders as I clung to him. “Everyone’s in competent hands right now.”

“I was so scared!” I wept, finally allowing myself to lose control. “I want my husband!”

I just wanted Peter.

Totul va fi bine, everything will be fine, Romainian

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