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chernayawidow · 2 years ago

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“And please,” she said, holding her son. “Thank Soldier Boy for us.” — Could this be a turning point for how M.M. sees Ben? 👀

“But M.M.’s attention was drawn to the dusty motherfucker standing near the hallway.” — DUSTY MOTHERFUCKER, that made me WHEEZE!!! 🤣🤣

“He was also flanked by his two hired men, Frank Cardoza and Lorenzo Rivales.” — Awww the gangs back together. Reunited and it feels so good!

“She considered that with a tilt of her head. “Let’s just see what happens here.”” — That’s actually very surprising coming from Grace, are the cogs in her brain already turning?

“Annie and Ben eyed each other with mistrust and annoyance, respectively, but then he ignored her to regard the surgeon with a terse, expectant gaze.” — Annie babe, I don’t think there’s anymore reasons for you to still be mistrusting him right now.

““So why’re you wasting time? Do your fucking job,” Ben snapped.” — I feel so bad for Ben, without her, he has literally nothing left 🥺 and even though we know how this is gonna turn out, I’m still so stressed out about her condition right now 😭

“Loco shared a saddened look with Frank, who watched their boss with a deepening frown.” — I hope they get to have a moment with Pookie, they’re legit her adoptive family at this point. Especially Frank, he’s important to me 😞

““Probably not even then,” Butcher teased. But when he took in the younger man’s face, all he saw was his little brother, Lenny. Butcher sighed.” — I seriously love that you’ve brought up Lenny, and how Butcher sees him in Hughie! It’s such a key part of their bond.

“Neither he or Frank had felt good about it when Antonio brought you back to the mansion in Medellin, but they’d agreed to do a job.” — Fucking Tony, such a bloody wanker 🙄 thank god Ben killed that dipshit!

“Loco gave him a look of offense. “It’s like you don’t know me at all, bro. Fucking hurts.”” — The bromance is so adorable 🫶

“Frank faltered, just for a moment. But he cleared his throat and met her eyes.” — Is daddy Frank gonna get himself a lady? 😏 He gonna rizz her up? 😮‍💨

“Ben gave him a cursory side glance. “She wouldn’t take Compound V. Not even to save her fucking life.”” — This right here really proves how far he’s come.

“All right, get it over here,” he said. “The temporary stuff.” — Okay lmao nevermind, I’m eating my words right now… I thought he was gonna respect her wishes but heh nah 😅

““She’ll be alive to hate me,” he said, more honestly.” — I love this line. He doesn’t want her to die, it’s the last thing he wants. But he cares about her so much that he’d rather she hates him and survives, as opposed to loving him in death.

“Yeah, normal blood. A supe’s blood is stronger. Yours could probably heal her,” Frank said. “But, the only one who can break your skin is you.” — Oh shiiiiiit, fucken oath Frank you smarty pants!!! He’s doing more for her then Jon ever did 🤙

“I’m making a donation,” said Ben. He raised a blunt nail to his wrist. “You better hurry the fuck up, because I’m about to open a vein.” — I WHEEZED!! Ben don’t give a FUCK about formalities 🤣 I literally love it, he’d really do anything to save his girl! If this works I’m gonna be so excited!! But will it give any lingering side effects… 👀

“It was morning by the time another doctor returned to deliver an update on your progress: the “treatment” was working. Your wounds had knitted closed within an hour following the blood transfusion, and you no longer needed surgery. They had also x-rayed your leg and found that the bone was whole once again. Even your broken ribs had healed.” — YES YES YES!! She’s gonna be better, AND she can’t be mad at him for it!

“Grace, Annie, and M.M. stared after him with mixed reactions of confusion and curiosity.” — Do they know that he donated his blood to her?

“Just answer the question. Be honest for once in your motherfuckin’ life,” M.M. said. “Do you really think you’re a hero?” — Is this right here him making sure that Ben’s intentions aren’t malicious, that he legit just wants to help people?

“Grace sighed. She’d expected that reaction. “They’ve given him weeks, but the way he’s been pushing himself, more likely it’s days. Taking the untested Temp V long-term has had its adverse side effects…if you were to make another blood donation, I’ll make it worth your while.” — Ohhhh okay so this is how Ben gets to stay in the states and gets a spot on the team! Everything’s really coming together!

“What kind of masterful drugs are they giving me?” — Just your lover boys super blood, no biggie!

“You found yourself slowly smiling, though your brows still furrowed in surprise. He gave me his blood…instead of Compound V.” — This is literally so cute 🥹

“You grasped the pitcher, but the plastic actually crunched in your hand. You gasped and moved your hand over so the water inside wouldn’t spill all over you.” — I knew it! I wonder if it’s just temporary, it probably is aye?

““Seems you got some of his strength in the deal,” Annie remarked.” — Hell yeah bruva 🤙 Super sex!!!

“Going home,” he said. “To my daughter.” — A very satisfying move for Frank 🫶

“Your hand slid down his arm and slipped into his hand. Your fingers curled around his palm.” — Brb, just gonna go and get some tissues for all this fluff so far 😭💖

“He could’ve easily slipped you V24 again, or worse, the permanent stuff. But he didn’t just save you. He’d respected your wishes.” — Uhhh… yeah let’s go with that! 🫣

“You parted from him, pulling back enough to see his face. There was so much you wanted to say…but maybe right now, it was too much.” — HELL YEAH! 😏 This feels like compensation for the cliff hanger!

““It’s a fair offer, Ben,” you pointed out. His lips pursed in annoyance. But he glanced at your hand in his.” — Exactly, at least your not being booted out of the States anymore and can stay close to Pookie 🤣

“Ben had been fucking livid to learn from Frank that you’d been left alone in the Tower with your father while it was coming down (and Ben was petty enough to dock that little slip up from Frank’s pay).” — There it is 😅 honestly though it’s a fair enough reaction, he knows how Pookie felt about Jon so of course he wouldn’t want her left alone with that asshat. But poor Frank, I’m surprised Loco didn’t get his pay docked too!

“Well, he got a quick death,” he said. “Better than he fucking deserved, far as I’m concerned.” — Ben sweetie, you’re missing the mark a bit…

“So you looked up at Ben, and you nodded. He seemed satisfied by your answer. He turned back fully to the road, but you kept a tight hold of his hand. He allowed it.” — This is all melting my heart, it really feels like things are simmering down now (hopefully I’m not wrong lmaoo).

““Our stuff is ready to be shipped out when the deal closes with the owner,” he added.” — Hmmm so I wonder why they end up in the apartment they have in the following one shot… 🤔

“Well, there’s not too much asking going on, you thought in annoyance. And yet, you blushed; the sentiment in itself was enough to warm you.” — I find it so sweet that he naturally assumes they’ll remain living together, it means (even though we already know, Pookie might not yet) that he wants his life with her mwahahahaha!! 😏🫶

“Ben stared back at you in annoyance. “You need to broaden your palate.”” — His rich boy brain is showing 🤣

“But if it’s not to you…if you’re just passing time with me, until you get bored,” you said, “tell me now. Please.” — Her doubt makes my heart ache, and I completely understand it 🥺

“He captured your chin between his fingers and raised your face up to him.” — THE CHIN THING AWH I CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON YOU TO INSERT THAT MOVE IN!!!! 😭💖

“Your smile was soft and bright when you took his hand. Ben wouldn’t admit it, but something in his chest stuttered to life then.” — I’m pretty sure it’s called hope Benjamin, hope for the future because now there’s things to look forward to!

Oh my goodness things are really starting to wrap up and get satisfying endings! I love the way you handled her situation with the blood donation from Ben, that was honestly so creative and such smart thinking! And the way that you used that technique to help with Butcher’s situation? Loved it! And the conversation between M.M. and Ben was very much needed and a long time coming! Also I really really think that the way you had Grace renegotiate with Ben in exchange for helping Butcher was amazing and made so much sense—very in character for her! That sneak peak into next chapter, however, is already shattering my soul and I’m dying to see how that plays out 😭

Love it love it LOVE IT!! 🥹💖

Break Me Down - Part 17

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Female Reader

Summary: You’re a private investigator by trade, but now you happily sit at a desk — leading a surveillance team at Supe Affairs. After managing to end Homelander in New York, Soldier Boy escapes custody. You are recruited for the manhunt, joining Butcher’s team.

Truly, you joined the S.A. for the right reasons. But after you become his accidental hostage, Soldier Boy will break down every single one of them…

AN: *Gives you a box of virtual tissues.* Just in case. 😘

Word Count: 6,000 Tags/Warnings: Macho angst ahead, hurt/comfort, major, major fluff…

Part 17: More Than Words Can Say

Mount Sinai Hospital was one of the largest private hospitals in the city.

Fortunately, it was also the closest to Vought Tower, or what once had been the focal point of the superhero industry. It had been reduced to mere rubble and whatever dilapidated parts still stood.

All the news outlets were covering the tower’s collapse, and speculating on what could’ve created the blast that made the entire city tremble—not unlike last year’s incident, when Soldier Boy killed the most powerful supe in the world.

In the hospital, M.M. walked through the Emergency Department until he found Yvette and her son, Devon. They sat beside each other on a single cot, now joined by Yvette’s husband Chris while she signed her discharge papers. She’d gotten off with a minor concussion and a bandage over her temple.

“Just checking in on you guys,” M.M. said. Yvette smiled, but she asked about you.

“She’s in surgery,” he told her.

Yvette nodded, though tears welled up in her eyes. Chris rubbed her back and held his son’s shoulder.

“Please call me with any news on her,” Yvette asked.

“You got it,” M.M. said.

“And please,” she said, holding her son. “Thank Soldier Boy for us.”

M.M. paused at that.

Seeing the family was well in hand, he returned to the trauma wing. There in the waiting room sat the whole team, minus Butcher, who’d been admitted to the hospital as well after the ED doctors didn’t like what they’d found on his lab reports. (But M.M. would look into that later. Hughie was with him now anyway.)

That left Frenchie, Kimiko, and Annie to wait for any news on you. Even Grace had arrived an hour ago.

But M.M.’s attention was drawn to the dusty motherfucker standing near the hallway.

Soldier Boy leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. The collar of his supe suit was undone to give his neck and chest some breathing room. He’d removed his gloves, and an empty gallon jug of water lied at his feet.

He was covered in a fine layer of soot and grime, though he’d since washed his hands and face to the best of his ability. He was also flanked by his two hired men, Frank Cardoza and Lorenzo Rivales.

Grace had run a quick background check on both, and as M.M. had learned, they were ex-Marines Soldier Boy had picked up in Colombia, while he was busy infiltrating a drug cartel.

Fucking figures, M.M. thought, shaking his head as he watched the man. Grace stood and joined him.

“He’s not just gonna fuck off back to South America,” he told her. “You realize that right?”

She considered that with a tilt of her head. “Let’s just see what happens here.”

As if right on cue, your surgeon made his way down the hall and over to the waiting group. Ben pushed off the wall and went to meet him, as did Grace, Annie, and M.M.

Annie and Ben eyed each other with mistrust and annoyance, respectively, but then he ignored her to regard the surgeon with a terse, expectant gaze.

The doctor was a graying man in his fifties. He seemed to internally brace himself before he spoke, glancing at Ben first before the others.

“We’ve repaired the damaged muscle around her right leg. The femur is broken. We also addressed the wound near her shoulder,” he said. “However, the rebar did nick her heart. She’ll need additional surgery to repair it.”

Ben sensed a but coming. He crossed his arms. “Okay, what’s the problem?”

The doctor gave a nod and a short sigh.

“She’s lost a lot of blood,” he explained. “We’ve given her a transfusion, of course, but she’s in a delicate state right now.”

“So why’re you wasting time? Do your fucking job,” Ben snapped. Grace shot him a glance, but addressed the doctor herself.

“What are her odds, doctor?” she asked. Ben eyed her with a glare. She ignored him for the time being.

“She needs this now. But, there is a chance she won’t make it out of surgery at this stage,” the surgeon replied. “The OR will be available in thirty minutes…so this would be the time to be with her, just in case she’s unable to get through this.”

“Excuse me?” Ben said.

His tone was dark and deep with grit, and the doctor stepped back. No one dared attempt to hold Ben back, but Grace quickly thanked the doctor and urged him to move forward with prepping you for surgery.

Loco shared a saddened look with Frank, who watched their boss with a deepening frown.

Annie turned to Ben with a measure of sympathy, hidden underneath her irritation at his attitude and her worry for you. You were still her friend, and she felt guilty for how cold she’d been treating you lately. And she could see, at the very least, that this man cared about you.

“Look, can you just calm down a bit? We’re all here hoping she pulls through,” Annie said.

M.M. stood behind her, silent, supportive. But Ben just ignored her, and everyone else for that matter.

He stalked down the hallway. And when he turned a corner, out of eyeshot, he growled and punched a hole deep into the closest wall.

Hughie perked up when Butcher finally started to rouse in his hospital bed. They had him on a hefty dose of morphine.

He blinked his weary eyes, his head rolling over on the pillow. His lips quirked when he noticed Hughie, who was glaring at him.

“Watching me sleep now?” Butcher remarked. “Pretty fuckin’ creepy, Hugh.”

“You’re such an asshole,” Hughie said.

That was something Butcher couldn’t refute. He nodded. “I see they told you.”

“When were you gonna say something?” Hughie said. “When you fucking dropped dead?”

“Probably not even then,” Butcher teased. But when he took in the younger man’s face, all he saw was his little brother, Lenny. Butcher sighed.

“Ain’t nothing any of us can do about it.”

“Fucking cancer?” Hughie said incredulously. “You could’ve gotten treatment.”

“Would’ve bought me a few more months, maybe,” Butcher admitted. That fell between them for a moment with stony silence.

“It’s all right,” he added. “I’ve had my fucking time. Got to see the life drain from that golden cunt’s eyes…got to let my girl rest easy.”

Hughie didn’t buy that. Or maybe, he just didn’t want to. His eyes burned, both with emotion and determination. He stood from his seat and set out to find Grace. If there was anything that could help Butcher, she would know.

While the others went down to the cafeteria for a bite to eat, Frank sat in the waiting room with Loco beside him and Dr. Baker’s briefcase on his lap.

He was sorting through its contents while Loco sat with crossed arms and slumping shoulders. He looked over at Frank’s stoic profile with a frown.

He was older, but not by much. They’d gone through one fresh hell after another together, and somehow, Frank always managed to pull their asses out of the wringer. It seemed Frank was trying to do the same for their boss.

It was funny, actually. Soldier Boy wasn’t their first contractor. You were their first kidnapping though. Neither he or Frank had felt good about it when Antonio brought you back to the mansion in Medellin, but they’d agreed to do a job. Guarding you became part of that job.

And yet, you had somehow reminded both Frank and Loco that they used to be respectable members of society. They used to have families, friends. They had once been soldiers. Good men. Maybe that was why they’d grown fond of you over the past few months.

And Frank…well, Loco knew the man had his reasons for wanting to be done with this work. Loco couldn’t blame him; he was feeling tired himself.

“Found anything good?” Loco asked in Spanish. Frank’s dark brows had drawn together in new interest.

“More than good,” he said. He looked up, but didn’t find Soldier Boy in the waiting room. “Where the hell did he go?”

Loco pointed to the reception desk. “Try asking someone.”

With a sharp sigh, Frank gave Loco the briefcase. “Guard that with your fucking life. Don’t let anyone from the CIA take it from you.”

Loco gave him a look of offense. “It’s like you don’t know me at all, bro. Fucking hurts.”

Rolling his eyes, Frank got up and went over to the reception desk.

“Excuse me,” he said. There seemed to be no one at the reception desk. Granted, it was late at night, and they technically weren’t supposed to be there. Grace Mallory had worked out an agreement with the hospital to allow them all to stay overnight.

He didn’t have to wait too long though, as an on-duty nurse came over with a clipboard in hand. Her red hair caught his eye, along with her pretty smile.

“Hi there. Can I help you?” she asked.

Frank faltered, just for a moment. But he cleared his throat and met her eyes.

“Did you happen to see which way Soldier Boy went?” he asked.

She gave him a wan smile and pointed down the hall, to the left. “That ‘a way. Think he had an argument with the wall over there.”

Frank followed her gaze and caught sight of the hole in the wall. He frowned.

“Sorry about that,” he said.

The nurse gave him a sideways look. “No worries, hun. It’s not your fisticuff outline in the wall, now is it?”

Once again, Frank didn’t know quite what to say to her slightly teasing smile. But he returned it, more reserved, but genuine.

“Thank you,” he said, with a nod. Then he remembered then what he needed to do.

And he took off brusquely down the hall.

It took him a few minutes to pull his head together, but Ben eventually worked up his nerve to go and see you.

You were still drugged out asleep, of course. He stood outside the large window of your private room in the Intensive Care Unit. He wouldn’t go in though. Part of him refused to believe it had gotten to this.

And the reality, that this was his fault. He’d caused the blast that destroyed the tower. His fault he hadn’t gotten to you sooner.

“You are the reason I needed saving,” you’d told him once.

You were right then, and it still held up now.

So, no…he wouldn’t go in there, into your room. The truth was, he couldn’t.

But Ben’s awareness prickled before he noticed, Frank had joined him. Ben tolerated it. While he wanted to be alone, maybe part of him (one he wouldn’t acknowledge) craved some kind of company.

“You’ll get paid, don’t you fucking worry,” he said dryly.

“That’s not the only reason I’m here,” Frank said.

It felt like a confession. Ben didn’t reply though; he was focused on your pale face, covered by the breathing mask. Shallow puffs of air fogged the inside of it while your heart monitor clipped on.

“There’s another solution here,” Frank said.

Ben gave him a cursory side glance. “She wouldn’t take Compound V. Not even to save her fucking life.”

“That didn’t stop you before,” Frank mentioned.

Ben didn’t answer, but he’d been internally debating it ever since he’d spoken with the surgeon.

“All right, get it over here,” he said. “The temporary stuff.”

Frank rose a brow. He’d been curious enough to try testing the man. But now, he frowned.

“She won’t forgive you,” he pointed out.

“What’re you, devil’s fucking advocate? She’ll get the fuck over it,” Ben snapped.

But after his initial anger subsided…he knew his subordinate was right.

“She’ll be alive to hate me,” he said, more honestly.

Frank inclined his head. “There could be another way.”

Ben glanced over at him.

“She lost a lot of blood,” Frank said. Ben frowned.

“They’ve given her fucking blood transfusions—”

“Yeah, normal blood. A supe’s blood is stronger. Yours could probably heal her,” Frank said. “But, the only one who can break your skin is you.”

Ben eyed him in suspicion. “Who told you that?”

“Read it somewhere,” Frank said evasively.

Ben huffed in response, but as that realization truly sunk into his mind, his lips pressed together in new determination. He left Frank to start a brusque pace down the hall.

He ignored the red-headed nurse calling at him at the reception desk when he shoved through a locked security door, into the OR unit. He searched until he found your surgeon and pulled him from the sink he was washing his hands in.

The man gasped with fright, though he tried to hide it looking up at Ben. “What the hell’re you doing?”

“I’m making a donation,” said Ben. He raised a blunt nail to his wrist. “You better hurry the fuck up, because I’m about to open a vein.”

It was morning by the time another doctor returned to deliver an update on your progress: the “treatment” was working. Your wounds had knitted closed within an hour following the blood transfusion, and you no longer needed surgery. They had also x-rayed your leg and found that the bone was whole once again. Even your broken ribs had healed.

Ben nodded at the news. He didn’t respond, and just started walking down the hall. Grace, Annie, and M.M. stared after him with mixed reactions of confusion and curiosity.

“Where are you going?” Annie asked. She was exhausted; all of them were.

The supe ignored her though. M.M. shared a look with her before he decided to follow the man.

Meanwhile, Ben once again stopped in the middle of the hallway when he was out of view. He took in a slow, steadying breath of relief, his fists clenching at his sides.

“Congratulations. After today, you’re gonna get your statue put back up,” M.M. said.

Ben turned around to stare back at the man, schooling his face into a stoic frown.

“Yvette and her son are going to be fine, by the way,” M.M. added, as he crossed his arms.

Ben paused slightly at that, filing that information away with secret satisfaction.

To M.M., he merely raised a brow. “You got something to say, or are you going to keep wasting my fucking time?”

“You think saving one black kid makes you a hero?” M.M. asked, point blank. “Taking down Vought. Saving her. What does that all mean to you?”

Ben frowned in irritation. “Why the fuck do you care?”

“Just answer the question. Be honest for once in your motherfuckin’ life,” M.M. said. “Do you really think you’re a hero?”

Silence fell between them.

Ben didn’t know what it was about this guy. Maybe it was his persistence, or the fact that he’d pulled you out of the rubble and got you to a hospital in time to save your life.

But Ben actually considered the question.

Killing Stan Edgar and Black Noir. Saving you. He’d done it all for selfish reasons. The kid…that was something else. His face stuck in Ben’s mind, how he’d trusted the superhero, like dumb kids were supposed to do.

But in that moment, carrying the tower on his back and knowing he was the only barrier between a mountain of hot rubble and this one kid…Ben hadn’t wanted to fail.

And still. You are the reason I needed saving…

It wasn’t really saving the fucking day if he started it, was it?

Ben’s lips turned on a humorless smile. Still, he had saved the kid. And his mom. And you. For now, that was enough.

“Looks like I am,” said Ben.

But he met M.M.’s stare, briefly allowing him to glimpse beyond a wall of arrogance and pride.

And Ben walked away. M.M. watched him go in silent contemplation.

Grace intercepted Ben before he could visit you in the ICU.

Christ. What the fuck now? he thought sourly.

She gestured for a word, and with an annoyed look, he followed her down the hall.

“I’ll get to the point,” she said. “Butcher is sharing a floor with your girlfriend, down in Oncology.”

Ben raised a brow. That prick had cancer? Par for the fucking course, if he said so himself.

“So?” he remarked.

Grace sighed. She’d expected that reaction. “They’ve given him weeks, but the way he’s been pushing himself, more likely it’s days. Taking the untested Temp V long-term has had its adverse side effects…if you were to make another blood donation, I’ll make it worth your while.”

So now his blood was some fucking wonder drug? Hell no, Ben thought.

“You’re asking me to save the guy who’s double-crossed me, tried to hunt me down, tried to end me?” he said, with a dark, incredulous chuckle. “You can fuck right off, sweetheart.”

She grated at the sweetheart remark, but Grace leveled him with steely blue eyes.

“If it weren’t for me, you’d be on ice right now,” she pointed out.

Ben’s lips pursed. He’d really like to snap this bitch’s fucking neck on principle…but then he thought about it. He could work this into his favor.

“You know what. I’m having a good day, so maybe I’m feeling fucking generous,” he said. His mouth edged into a smirk. “But I think it’s time we renegotiated our contract. Don’t you?”

Grace stared up at him, and she inhaled a deep breath.

“Fine.”

You slowly woke up in a hospital room, in a paper gown with an IV drip and a heart monitor. Which made sense, as the events of yesterday came back to you in a rush.

But beyond feeling relieved to be alive, you also felt extremely well-rested. You didn’t feel like a building fell on you.

What kind of masterful drugs are they giving me? You tried to read your chart on the wall, but you didn’t see any pain medication on there.

Annie popped into your private recovery room. Her face brightened when she saw that you were awake.

“Hey, hun! How do you feel?” she asked, lowering into a chair at your bedside. You wouldn’t know that this chair had been occupied by various members of the team over the past few hours, including M.M., Frenchie, Frank, and even Grace.

“Great, actually,” you replied. But now you frowned. “I shouldn’t feel great.”

You remembered nearly being crushed under a pile of rubble. You remembered falling on a piece of rebar, and unable to move your crushed leg. You remembered the worry in Ben’s eyes…

And panic stung at yours.

“Did they give me Compound V?” your voice shook when you asked. Annie calmed you down with a shake of her head and a reassuring hand on your arm.

The door to your room opened once again. Ben’s frame filled up the doorway. When his eyes met yours, your breath caught in your throat. He was still in his supe suit, and with his hands resting on his belt, he strutted inside the room.

M.M., Frenchie, Frank, Loco, and Kimiko came in behind him and at least looked showered. Ben looked like he hadn’t even done that much, nor slept all night.

“It wasn’t the V,” he said at last. “Just a little blood donation. Seemed to work like a charm.”

His resulting grin had a bit of charm in it as well. Your head tilted in confusion.

"Whose blood?" you asked.

"Mine," he said. His expression faded, slightly more serious.

You found yourself slowly smiling, though your brows still furrowed in surprise. He gave me his blood…instead of Compound V.

While you tried to wrap your mind around the gravity of that, you reached for the pitcher of water on the rolling tray beside you. You grasped the pitcher, but the plastic actually crunched in your hand. You gasped and moved your hand over so the water inside wouldn’t spill all over you.

Ben raised a brow.

The room fell silent as all eyes stared at you. When the water finished pouring out onto the floor, you gently set it back down on the tray.

“Seems you got some of his strength in the deal,” Annie remarked.

“Great, there’s two of them,” Hughie quipped with a grin.

“Well, that’s probably just temporary,” M.M. sighed. “Hopefully.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, and it brought a slight grin to Ben’s lips.

After a bit of well wishing, everyone cleared out of your room to let you rest up…except for Ben, Frank, and Loco.

“What are you guys going to do now?” you asked of the latter two. Loco cracked his knuckles.

“Got another job lined up in private security,” he revealed. “I’ve lost the taste for drug running. Nearly lost a damn toe on the last one.”

You laughed. “Well, thanks for doing one more job here.”

“Anything for el Capitán,” Loco said, giving Ben a respectful nod. “He pays exceedingly well.”

You raised a brow at Ben, who shrugged with a cocky grin. Smiling, you turned to Frank, who was sitting in the chair beside your bed.

“And you?” you asked. Frank gave you a rare smile.

“Going home,” he said. “To my daughter.”

Your eyes began to sting, but you tried to blink away the beginnings of tears. You nodded and squeezed his arm.

“Give her a big hug for me. And thank you again…for everything,” you said, even though you realized that thanking your former guard keep was strange. Still, there had been no part of your kidnapping that was normal in the least.

Frank hesitated, but he covered your hand with his.

Though he caught the way Ben’s face tightened, and Frank let go of you. He stood with Loco, giving you and Ben a final nod. Then the two men left your room and disappeared down the hall.

Part of you felt melancholy, like chapters of your life were closing. But you also felt like new ones were waiting in the wings.

Your gaze turned to Ben, who stood near your bed.

He was looking over your chart to see if the doctors needed anything else before you were discharged. But your soft voice called to him, earning his attention. You beckoned him closer.

He went over and sat down on the edge of your bed, laying a hand on your thigh. You reached out for his arm.

“Thank you,” you said.

Ben scoffed, though a hint of humor glinted in his eyes. “For what? Saving your reckless ass for the millionth time?”

“For saving Yvette and her son,” you replied with a smile. “And yeah, all that other stuff.”

Your hand slid down his arm and slipped into his hand. Your fingers curled around his palm.

“Really. Thank you…”

Tears welled up in your eyes again. You still couldn’t fucking believe he opened up one of his own veins and gave you his blood. He gave a public hospital his blood in order to save you.

He could’ve easily slipped you V24 again, or worse, the permanent stuff. But he didn’t just save you. He’d respected your wishes.

What you wanted to say next got stuck in your throat.

Ben had something hiding behind his eyes, like he was reluctant to show you his real emotions. But when he focused on your face, his hand tightened on yours. His jaw clenched, but he didn’t speak. He only let go of your hand to brush a falling tear from your cheek. His lips twitched at a smile.

“Come on now, baby doll. You’re tougher than that.”

You choked on a laugh as more of your tears slipped down your warming cheeks. “Nope. I’m actually not.”

“Hmm. Could’ve fooled me,” Ben said. You matched his grin with a beaming smile of your own.

Slowly, you pushed yourself up and took his dirty face in your hands. You guided him down to you, and you pressed your lips to his.

He allowed it with his usual demanding, fervent kiss. But then it slowed. He held your wrist to keep your hand in place on his cheek, and his thumb drew bath and forth over your skin.

You parted from him, pulling back enough to see his face. There was so much you wanted to say…but maybe right now, it was too much.

You met him with another tearful kiss.

Before you were officially discharged from the hospital, you had one more visitor.

Grace was once again there to debrief you. This time though, Ben sat at your side on the bed, a silent statue who regarded the woman coolly. He seemed to be tolerating her presence with more ease than usual, and you wondered why.

“You’re going on medical leave,” she informed you. “For three months, and then a psychiatrist will need to clear you for duty.”

Part of you wanted to argue, considering you were completely healed of your injuries. But you knew you needed a break from the S.A.—from all of this.

“Your mother and sister will be brought out of witness protection soon, after we determine that the threat is sufficiently neutralized,” she said. “You can return home today as well.”

You could finally go back to your apartment…though the thought didn’t call to you as much as it should have. You glanced over at Ben.

“Is this the part where you try to ship him back to Colombia?” you asked.

“That was the agreement,” Grace said wryly. You frowned, trying to blink away the tears forming once again in your eyes.

You didn’t want to lose him, but you also didn’t want to give up your life here. You didn’t want to leave the S.A., or your family, or your friends. Ben put you out of your misery, however.

“We renegotiated,” he said.

Your eyes widened. “What?”

Grace explained, “In exchange for his assistance in another case, he can stay in the U.S. on a trial basis. As long as he agrees to live within the law.”

You didn’t entirely trust Grace. Ben would be watched at every moment. That was a given, but considering he still didn’t have full control over his nuclear power, you were surprised Grace would allow him free roam within U.S. borders.

“And, provided, he agrees to a relocation. Preferably not in a densely populated area,” Grace added.

There it is, you frowned. You shared a look with him, and you could see he wasn’t entirely on board with this. You had no doubt he’d agreed to her demands by lying through his teeth.

You turned back to Grace.

“What if he becomes a contractor for Supe Affairs,” you proposed. “There may be some fallout after Vought’s collapse, and more of their records to go through. Other labs to clear out. Ben would be a lot of help, if he’s willing.”

You glanced at Ben again. He met your eyes, then Grace’s, and he nodded marginally. He was getting bored of the heat in South America anyway.

Grace heaved a sigh. Ben’s lips formed a smirk.

“Oh, relax. I just ended Vought. You’d be an idiot not to cash in on that PR,” he pointed out.

“Need I remind you that you caused the tower’s collapse?” Grace said tersely. “And you did not end Vought. There will be repercussions to this, believe me.”

Ben’s face tightened, but you grasped his hand.

“But he fulfilled the mission,” you said. “He took out Black Noir…and Stan Edgar in the process.”

“The idea was to arrest him, but I get your point,” Grace said. Her hand raised to cover her mouth as she thought about your proposal.

Eventually, she spoke. “If you can play by our rules, then we’ll contract with you. But until you get that atomic bomb under control, you can’t remain the city. Upstate is the best I can do.”

Ben chafed at being told what he couldn’t do. What the fuck was he going to do in Upstate New York? Slowly rot to death in dusty-ass suburbia?

You shot him a knowing look, raising a brow.

“It’s a fair offer, Ben,” you pointed out. His lips pursed in annoyance. But he glanced at your hand in his.

Then he looked up at Grace. “Fine. But first, unfreeze my fucking bank accounts.”

Ben later led you out of the hospital. There was a car waiting outside, and he got in to drive, despite you offering. He must’ve been going on very little sleep, if any over the past two days.

And of course, he’d refused to be seen at all medically, saying he was fine. You were still concerned about that destabilizing gun Black Noir had shot him with.

“I’m fine,” Ben had claimed. “Just need some sleep, that’s all.”

You watched his profile for a moment, and a smile started to raise your lips…until you finally remembered something that felt like a heavy stone in your stomach.

“Um…” you said, earning Ben’s attention. You looked up at him. “My father’s dead…”

Good fucking riddance, was Ben’s initial reaction. Followed by a frown, as he now realized he would never get the pleasure of choking the shit out of Jon himself.

Ben had been fucking livid to learn from Frank that you’d been left alone in the Tower with your father while it was coming down (and Ben was petty enough to dock that little slip up from Frank’s pay). Had that asshole lived, Ben wouldn’t have put it past him to try and take you with him after escaping the building. The mere thought grated on him.

“Black Noir killed him,” you said, heaving a shaky breath.

That cut through Ben’s thoughts. He glanced over, watching you fight some conflicting emotions.

“…Punched a hole straight through his chest,” you added.

Ben hummed in acknowledgement. You turned to him with a raised brow and glassy eyes. When he realized you were expecting a bit more from him, his lips pursed.

“Well, he got a quick death,” he said. “Better than he fucking deserved, far as I’m concerned.”

You sighed and leaned your head back on the head rest. Your eyes closed.

“Goddamn it, Ben.”

Ben eyed you with a deepening frown. “What the fuck do you expect me to say?”

“How about some decency?” you asked, as a tear fell down your cheek. “He tried to apologize. But I wouldn’t let him.”

He paused at that. While he thought you were being unreasonable, it begrudgingly dawned on him what you wanted, and maybe, what you needed. He sighed through his nose. Even now, you were a handful.

Ben reached over, taking your hand from your lap. He pressed the back of it to his lips, earning your mild surprise.

“That’s not your fault,” he said. And he briefly took his eyes off the road to look into yours. “None of it was. You understand me?”

Your face softened. Though you tried to blink away your tears, a few of them still fell. You wiped at them with your free hand, while the other squeezed around his fingers, resting against your thigh. Despite how you were fracturing inside, warmth still kept you afloat.

So you looked up at Ben, and you nodded. He seemed satisfied by your answer. He turned back fully to the road, but you kept a tight hold of his hand. He allowed it.

“We’ll have to go to the safe house to get our stuff,” you said eventually, with a small sniffle.

“No need,” Ben said. “That’s taken care of.”

That confused you. Was he taking you to your apartment then?

But instead, he drove you out of the city, and an hour upstate into Scarsdale. You’d never been there, but you knew it by reputation—as one of the most affluent towns in the state.

You were even more confused when he drove down a street flanked by tall hedges within a private community. He pulled into a circular driveway in front of an immense white house, with a red brick roof, colonial architecture, a manicured lawn, complete with matching fountains lining the front door.

Ben parked the car and encouraged you to get out with him. You followed him up to the front porch, expecting an old billionaire to pop out of the tall bushes at any moment to chase you away.

“What’re we doing here?” you asked. His hands fell to the belt of his supe suit as he surveyed the stood, the door, and the walls for anything amiss.

“I’m looking into buying it,” he revealed, as if he’d just told you, It’s pretty fucking sunny today, huh?

“Our stuff is ready to be shipped out when the deal closes with the owner,” he added.

Your eyes flew wide. “What? When did you have time to scope out houses?”

You’d only been discharged about an hour after the conversation with Grace.

“I had Frank look into some shit. He found this one,” Ben shrugged. “Could use some work, but not bad.”

Our stuff, you repeated in your mind. This house…was he trying to recreate what the two of you had in Medellin?

And more importantly, was this his way of asking you to move in with him?

Well, there’s not too much asking going on, you thought in annoyance. And yet, you blushed; the sentiment in itself was enough to warm you.

You brought Ben back down to Earth by grasping his hands, earning his attention from the old grout in the tile.

“Ben, this place is amazing,” you said. “But I don’t know if I’ll be comfortable living like this.”

He frowned down at you. “What the hell do you mean? You could have anything you want here. It’s safe. Got plenty of room—”

“A bit too much room,” you said, holding up your thumb and forefinger a couple inches apart.

He looked adorably grumpy. You smiled and squeezed his hand.

“Did you really feel cozy and at home in that mansion with fifty rooms and nobody in ‘em?” you asked.

He didn’t answer you, and he didn’t seem happy either. You didn’t want him to take this as a rejection.

“If we’re going to do this,” you said, “then can we start a little smaller? Somewhere that feels like home to both of us?”

Ben stared back at you in annoyance. “You need to broaden your palate.”

You just managed to stop yourself from laughing.

“You haven’t had a normal home in a long time, Ben,” you replied. Maybe ever, you realized. “How about you trust me?”

He gave you a dubious frown.

“What about this,” you tried. “Let’s pick it out together! If in a few months you still hate the new place, we’ll try it your way.”

“You’re assuming we’re gonna make it that long.” Ben was starting to wonder if this was going to work after all. The two of you were from very different worlds.

You offered a cheeky smile. “I’m optimistic.”

He huffed. “Sure.”

You reached up on your toes, and gripped the front of his suit when you leaned up to kiss him. His hands rose naturally to hold you, resting on your jean-clad hips. He followed your languid kiss, his furrowed brows relaxing when you touched his cheek.

When you broke from his lips, his eyes opened to find yours.

“I am, Ben,” you said more seriously. “I’m not playing games. This is real to me, and I want to be with you.”

But then you hesitated. You lowered back down to your feet.

“But if it’s not to you…if you’re just passing time with me, until you get bored,” you said, “tell me now. Please.”

It was Ben’s turn to hesitate. It was the please that got to him, along with your downturned gaze. He captured your chin between his fingers and raised your face up to him.

“I’m not fucking around,” he said. “I want you to live with me.”

Your smile was soft and bright when you took his hand. Ben wouldn’t admit it, but something in his chest stuttered to life then.

“Okay,” you said with a nod. “Let’s do it.”

AN: *squeals* It's happening! We've really gotten here, folks. How'd you like how it all wrapped up with Grace, M.M., and even Butcher?

But we're not quite there with these two yet...

Next Time:

“Why’re you nagging me like a goddamn wife?” he snapped.

“Wife?” you scoffed, crossing your arms. “You don’t even call me your girlfriend.”

But God forbid another man even smile in your direction. Ben was possessive, protective, and claimed with all but words that you were his. And yet, he wouldn’t say it.

You shouldn’t have been surprised that he was afraid of commitment, but you’d been living together for six damn months.

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"-the point is you didn't have to!" Matt strides into the apartment, ripping off his cowl and gloves and throwing them across the floor as if they're white hot and burning his skin.

Frank storms in after him. "Christ, it was him or you! You really think I'm gonna just stand by and let you get put down by some low grade asshole just to preserve your moral superiority?"

Matt paces a furrow into the floor, overwhelmed with adrenaline and emotion. "No, you don't get to bring this back to me. You said you'd stop, you told me you wouldn't go back to it. Promised, even."

"I thought the obvious exception was if it was you they were gunning for!?" Frank says with incredulous laughter.

Matt braces his hands on the back of the couch, knuckles flashing white with how hard he's gripping it. "You don't need to kill people, Frank. Sometimes you act like it's the easiest solution!"

"Act like its the easiest- are you fucking serious? You'd be dead if I hadn't taken the shot. Dead! Do you not see that?! You know me, you knew what you were taking on with this." He scrubs his hand over his face, he can't stop the words from pouring out now that the gloves were well and truly off in all respects.

"What about you? You don't fucking need to be Daredevil do you?"

"It isn't the same thing Frank. It's not a choice for me, this city needs Daredevil!"

"Killing ain't always a choice, sometimes it's a fucking necessity. And yeah that's my whole fucking point! If you're dead the city won't have you to protect it! Stop trying to make yourself into some sort of martyr, Matt. It doesn't suit you. People will die if you want to live, that's just how it is. We've just gotta accept what happened and move on."

Matt's still pacing, shaking his head. It's starting to hurt. "Yeah, thing is, I don't know if I can. If you really feel like you can go on that way then maybe… maybe-"

Frank stops, looks at him. "What are you sayin'?"

Matt shrugs, throwing up his hands. "I don't... I don't know." He can feel the sting of the tears waiting to fall already.

"Bullshit. You know. Go on, say it." It's the last thing Frank wants to hear but he needs the truth out of him.

Matt chokes. "I'm not-, I can't…" There's a monumental lump of lead in his chest, the words feel barbed and bloody waiting in his throat. He can hear the steady beat of Frank's heart. It's so loud it's almost bursting his eardrums.

"Just say it." Frank challenges him again, his brow furrowed. "You want to. Say we can't be together."

Matt hangs his head, sniffs.

Frank keeps on despite the voice in the back of his head telling him to shut up, to stop.

"Say you can't love someone like that. Someone like me."

"Frank, don't…"

"Don't what? I'm fucking making it easy for you." Frank could feel his heart shredding into a million pieces as he watches Matt give up fighting for them right before his eyes. What a dumb fuck he had been to think that they could ever actually work. Hindsight is 20:20.

"It's not easy." Tears are freely rolling down Matt's beautiful face now. "I love you." he sobs. Frank grabs his coat from where he left it on the back of the couch.

"No, you don't. You can't love a killer." He spares him a last glance, it feels like Matt's unseeing eyes meet his perfectly.

"You can't love me."

As the door closes and he listens to Frank's fading footsteps, Matt falls to his knees.

"I can't."

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Ooh more requests? I have an idea for Frank: we used to be a nurse at Murkoff(a nice one of course) and when everything goes to shit we end up running into Frank who instead of cannibalizing us, eats us in a different way *wink wink* If you do actually write this one feel free to make it as dirty as you want

(oh my GOD so UH my hand. slipped. slippery slippery slippery. so afab!reader gets eaten out on the floor. dubcon because reader hits their head before getting they Poussey Ate but also reader is kind of insane already so ehhh EHHHH idk, mentions of violence, blood, gore because frank. this is awful and pretty dark. but dirty.

also now i really want frank to eat me out thanks anon for planting this into my mind. you guys are some torturers with these prompts shaking my smh.)

"Stay back!" you stumbled backwards against the wall, eyes fixed on the sharp, curved teeth of the spinning saw, the grinding sound digging into your brain.

"I won't hurt you," the skinny man cooed from the shadows, taking long steps towards you, bare feet slapping against the blood-slick floor. You shook your head feverishly.

"Stay back, don't fucking touch me! I swear!"

Your lightweight sneaker slipped on the bloody floorboards, and you lost your balance, fell back with a squeal, your head cracking painfully against the concrete wall.

For a second or two, you could only see white. Felt molten iron tear at your brain. It hurt. You raised your hands to the back of your head by instinct and curled up on the floor, whining and cursing as your head was about to split in two. You couldn't see. Something warm in your hair. Red on your fingers. No, no, no, not like this.

"Please," you cried out into the darkness, your eyes trying to adjust to the view of the swimming, rippling floorboards, "Please, please, I never hurt you, any of you! What the fuck did I do to deserve this? God!" you felt your throat burn as you screeched. You scooted yourself on the floor, trying to put pressure on the back of your head, eyes unseeing. Have to get away. Away from the saw.

You could only hear the blood in your ears. Buzzing and ringing. The saw. Maybe. You squeezed your eyes shut, prepared yourself mentally, the rolodex in your brain shuffling on its own through your memories, deciding what should be your last thought - for some reason, you ended up with an image of a thin, bearded man grinning at you, his green eyes glinting at you as he handed you a picture he'd drawn in group therapy. It was a crudely drawn dick. Your favorite patient. You shared many laughs with him.

You wanted to laugh. Laugh at the situation. Maybe one last laugh before death.

"I won't hurt you, sweets," you felt his breath against your ear. Then you heard a loud clatter next to you. He'd dropped his weapon, you hoped. You felt his fingers on your cheek.

You blinked the blood from your eyes.

"Frank?" you swallowed, "Fucking Christ, just take me home, Frank. Please. God. I can't die here. I want to -..."

Your consciousness faded and you felt thin, skeletally thin arms snake around your shoulders.

He'd taken you somewhere. Only a couple of rooms over. Privacy. You saw the blinking red button on the nightstand. You felt the cool, damp air against your bare skin as he tugged at your uniform trousers.

Your brain felt numb. Comfortably numb as his fingers rubbed you through your pants, his lips on the skin around your navel as you tried to lift your head up off the ground to take a closer look at him.

Everything was dark. This wasn't supposed to happen, you thought as he ripped off your pants, grabbing the flesh of your hips, his heavy breaths echoing in the room as you lay on the floor.

It smelled. The room smelled. Raw meat. Like a butcher's market in the summertime. You scrunched your nose.

You squirmed against his grip, trying to lift your hips off the ground. He gripped your wiggling hips, his fingers digging into your skin. He's going to eat you, you thought as something in the back of your head brought you closer to reality, your eyes adjusting to the dark as you looked, or rather tried to look, at him over your bare, trembling chest. His face was all twisty. You blinked your dizziness away.

"Shh, it's okay," he murmured.

"Don't eat me," you said dumbly.

"I won't," he shook his head, "Just fucking stay still."

Cool air against your cunt. You winced.

"Wait," you gasped, your vision finally stilling on Frank's face between your legs, "Wait, Frank!"

He pressed his lips against your pubic mound, right above your clit.

"You want this?"

You shook your head but it hurt.

"Right now? No," you said. You briefly registered his strong hands on your buttocks, and with one swift toss, he swung your legs on his shoulders, scooching closer to you on the floor.

You felt his crossed legs against your upper back, "We have to get out, later," you said hoarsely.

"I need you," he pressed a soft kiss to your clitoris, inhaling your scent. You moaned weakly, "Need this pussy."

You slapped your hand to your forehead. Men.

"Later," you choked out, trying to twist your legs off of him, "This is really -..." you shuddered as he nosed against you, "...- inappropriate," you sighed, gripping the floorboards.

He wouldn't let go, only hummed against your lower lips. You felt a jolt of heat run through you.

"Always had a thing for you," he sighed against your labia, moving his head to press sloppy kisses against your thigh, "I could always smell you. You always wanted me. Little nursie."

You gulped.

"Smell - me?"

"Your cunt," he nodded, flitting his tongue out experimentally and letting out a low hum as the touch upon your clit made you exhale hard, "Dripping. Could smell when you'd be ripe for breeding - what's the word...?" he clicked his tongue, "Ovulating - yeah. Wanted to fuck you. So, so bad. And now I know you taste even better than you smell."

So casual, you thought. Yet every word that came out of his mouth sounded ravenous. Like he wanted to devour you. He desired you.

You blinked at him, feeling your cheeks burn. You opened your mouth.

"Don't deny me now," he grunted, massaging your butt as you felt another jolt of electric heat run through you, felt yourself grow slick under his hot breath, his honeyed, hungry words, "Let me eat you."

"Now?" you breathed out, reaching up to his head but he snatched your wrist.

"Now."

His breath against your cunt. You licked your lips and whined, low, as you saw the desire in his eyes.

Your head was pounding. So was your heart. And your heartbeat was travelling dangerously low for the situation to be all too comfortable, professionally speaking.

"I'm your nurse," you whispered, in a desperate effort to thwart the ache. To reason with him.

"Exactly," he grinned.

He licked a long, hungry stripe from your entrance all the way to your clit. You moaned, throwing your head back into the wooden floor, the coppery scent of blood and the pungent smell of viscera snaking into your nostrils as you bit your lip, trying to stifle any more noises.

"That's it, my flower," he cooed from between your thighs, and you could hear him smack his lips obscenely, "You were always so good to me... Let me be good to you..."

He hummed and pressed his mouth sloppily against your cunt, his open mouth engulfing your lips as you felt his tongue lave up and down your labia. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to keep your trembling hips still as you felt little jolts and sparks of pleasure run through you in short bursts. It felt too good. He felt too good. You had to concentrate on something - anything - to keep your mind off of how well he took your slick flesh into his mouth and how well he flicked his tongue against your tender arousal - you gasped as you felt his nose brush against your clit as he dove in, devouring your sopping lips with languid, deliberate licks. You shuddered, feeling how he pressed sloppy kisses against you, murmuring sweetly while kneading the inside of your thighs with his thumbs.

"So tasty," he grunted and a low, spine-chilling giggle slipped from his lips, "Why have you kept this from me, my sweet?"

He pressed his tongue against your entrance and you squeaked, feeling your walls clench around the tip of his tongue as he fucked you with shallow little movements of wet muscle. You panted, smacking the floor with your fists, twisting your body as you felt him nose against your clit again and again as he rubbed his mouth over you, lewd, wet noises slicing through the air as he all but slurped on your pussy. You mewled quietly, your hands moving to cover your flushed face.

He didn't mind. He ate you like he was starved of your cunt, of its musk. He lifted your hips off the floor and closer to his face, if that was even possible, shoving his tongue in and out, flicking it upwards against your fluttering walls as you sighed and gasped and squirmed in his hands.

His hot breath against your slick lips felt tingly. His tongue stilled and he pressed a kiss to your cunt and you groaned as you dared to peek at him from behind your fingers, seeing his green eyes fixed on your face as his head rose slowly from between your legs.

"Look at me," he growled, digging his nails into your thighs, making you gasp, "Look at me when I fuck you."

You whined and lowered your hands from your eyes to your neck, where you rested them, watching him over your heaving chest. He grinned, yellowed teeth glinting in the dim light of the room.

"Yes," he cocked his head to the side and pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh. You felt your legs shake against the taut flesh of his upper back, "Keep those pretty eyes on me, if you want to keep them attached to your head."

You trembled, the threat making your mouth dry up in less than a second. You licked your lips nervously.

Frank extended his tongue, and with the firm tip, he brushed against your clit. Your mouth fell open and you let out a low, keening noise from your throat as you felt him against your sensitive nerve endings. It felt so hot. Everything felt so hot. You realized you were sweating, your back slick against the floorboards. Or was it blood? Everything felt so surreal as you watched the patient between your legs flick his tongue on your throbbing flesh, up and down, up and down, then in circles. Slow, teasing circles. Then faster. His eyes still fixed on you, gauging your reaction as he licked your clit. You felt like your head was going to explode. Why did it feel so good? Why did he have to look so good, his aquiline nose pressed against the soft thatch of hair between your legs, his brows furrowed in concentration as he tried to make you scream? He grunted into you. He likes the taste, you realised as your eyes wandered down to his groin, thin white fabric barely containing his hardening length, a little wet spot gathering on the fabric as he licked your clit. He was enjoying this. It was too much.

"Fuck!" you cried out, hips stuttering against his jaw and he hummed, placing his mouth over your clit, his tongue against the underside and he sucked. The feeling of your throbbing clit, engulfed in the heat of his mouth, the pressure - it tore a guttural, raw sound from your throat as you heard him chuckle against your tender flesh. You couldn't help but throw your head back, against the floorboards and gasp as he went to town again, licking and nipping at your cunt hungrily, devouring your slick arousal, his hands moving from your thighs to underneath your bucking form to cup and squeeze at your ass. You moaned wildly, feeling how his sinewy, impossibly strong arms held your lower body in the air, your knees trembling around his shoulders as he licked incessantly at your wetness. Everything felt electrified, even the air around you. Your cunt throbbed and pulsed against his tongue, you could feel little sparks lighting up your abdomen as you felt your orgasm get closer.

No. You're not going to cum.

You screwed your eyes shut, frowning, your shoulders heaving as you felt the tingles in your lower belly get nearly unbearable.

"Oh, oh god -..." you whispered hoarsely, hips involuntarily bucking against his face. He chuckled, low and throaty, the laugh vibrating against your labia and you grunted, slapping the floor again.

"That's it," Frank took his mouth off of you and pressed a chaste kiss to your clit. It sent cool, spiky shivers up your spine, "Cum on my face, babe."

"No," you choked out, "I'm - not your... your... Fuck!" you felt his thumbs move and press against the cleft of your ass, bringing your train of thought to a screeching halt, his fingers massaging the flesh so close to your asshole. It was obscene. So wrong. But it felt good.

"Oh?" he grinned, giving your cunt a short, fast lick before chuckling at the way you shuddered, "You're gonna cum. I'll make sure of that. Such sweet, lovely flesh. Delicious."

You felt his hand move from your asscheek to your perineum and up your slit, his calloused fingers spreading your lips expertly. You watched, hypnotised, as he held your hips up with one strong hand, his other one spreading you, his thumb wandering down to your hole, putting light pressure on it, his hot breath fanning over your cunt as you squeaked pitifully.

"No, stop this, please," you shook your head, feeling your blood slosh around your head, the tingling pressure of his finger on your opening clouding your thoughts further, "Please, this isn't right. F-Frank -..." his name, meant to be a stern warning, turned into a wanton moan as you heard and felt him spit against your wetness, his fingers rubbing into the little puddle. Your clit felt like it was on fire.

"Shh," he cooed.

He pushed two fingers inside you, bottoming them out to his knuckles. He moaned along with you.

"So tight," he hissed, curling his fingers up against the spongy tissue of your g-spot. You yowled.

"No, don't!" you felt your trembling hands shoot up to the crown of his head, your brain ordering you to rip him off of you - yet, your hands stayed still on his hair, your fingers digging into his scalp as he curled and uncurled his fingers inside you.

"You wanna cum, I can tell," he rasped against you, digging his fingers into you, thrusting them in and out, rolling his wrist around.

"Please don't make me cum," you panted, the friction against your core so deliciously slippery, it made you see little white sparks behind your eyelids as you shut your eyes, "Please, don't make me. I can't. We can't."

"But you want to?" Frank's beard tickled the soft flesh of your inner thighs.

"Yes," you huffed out, your brain a scrambled, horny mess, "I want to cum."

Everything was so wrong. But the throbbing inside you wouldn't cease. You wanted it. But you didn't. But you did. And you knew it. You felt your abdomen tighten as he pumped his fingers in and out of you.

"All you need to say is 'please'," he flattened his tongue against your clit, giving it a firm flick, "Look at me."

You opened your eyes. His green eyes fixed on you. Cat-like. No, predatory. He hummed against your sensitive bud. Curled his fingers against your sweet spot. You sighed, relaxing into his grip. You rubbed your fingers against his scalp, tangling your fingers into the greying, silver threads. He was so handsome. Eating you out. You wanted to cum so bad.

You'd made your decision hours ago, you rationalised as you gave into the pleasure. Stay with him.

"Please," you bit your lip. Everything felt so hot.

Frank shifted on his butt, adjusted your thighs on his shoulders, sitting up straighter, the floorboards creaking as he gave you a grin and turned his gaze to your dripping cunt.

"So delicious," he sighed, "I can't say no. Not to you. Not to this little delicacy."

His fingers started pumping into you with ferocity, rolling around your insides, reaching deep into you as you felt his tongue on your clit again. Fast, deliberate licks, combined with the pistoning of his long fingers inside your pussy. You felt your jaw go slack, as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you let out a throaty groan, rutting your hips in his face as he fucked you with his fingers, his tongue. You could feel his eyes on your heaving chest. His other arm supporting your butt, kneading the flesh as he sucked on your clit. You felt some pressure around your hole and winced as he added another finger. Three. Your body felt like it was on fire.

"So wet," he murmured, kissing your cunt sloppily, "All mine."

"Yes," you whispered, grinding against his nose, "I'm - so close. Frank..."

His brows furrowed as he grunted against your lower lips. Your toes curled at the sight of him devouring you, the feeling of his tongue against thousands and thousands of raw, sparkling nerve endings, his tongue flicking against your velvety folds, his fingers sliding in and out with lewd squelches, you felt a combination of his warm saliva and your own arousal drip down your ass and onto the floor below you. Your head was spinning as your loins burned, clenched and spasmed.

"Oh, god," you cried out, digging your nails into his scalp, your head lifting off the floor as you closed your eyes, braced for the inevitable.

The sheer force of your pelvic muscles releasing the coil inside you knocked the breath out of you. A million little fireworks settled themselves inside your abdomen as you heard yourself moan wildly, your hips stuttering against his nose as you rode out your orgasm on his face. Everything felt light, fluttery. You felt tears in your eyes as you panted and huffed, your muscles spasming in pleasure and you laughed, and laughed, a wave of happy, lovely chemicals washing over you, catching you in a wild riptide of ecstasy. You let go of his hair, bringing your hands to your chest, wringing them together as you tried to just breathe.

Frank slid his fingers out of you and grabbed your hips, plopping them onto his lap so that you lay on his crossed legs, your limp legs on either side of his slim body. He was panting. Flushed face, beads of sweat, a throbbing erection against your pulsing cunt, your arousals separated by thin elastane fabric.

"Holy shit," you choked out, lifting your hand to your forehead, covering your eyes as you tried to catch your breath.

Frank slid his fingers against your sensitive slit and you shuddered.

"So good," he murmured.

You gripped his wrist.

"No," you grunted, "Too sensitive."

"I need more," he whined, rubbing your clit with his thumb, his cock pressed against your backside.

Your brain felt fuzzy. You could distantly hear bangs and screams. Somewhere, maybe inside your brain. Maybe - maybe it wasn't so bad to stay here.

"Can I fuck you?" he breathed out, sliding his hands on your bare thighs and up your stomach to your nipples, "Can I please fuck you?"

You stared at him, trying to focus on his eyes.

"Yes-s-s," you hissed, feeling him pinch at your chest affectionately.

He reached under your ass and you felt the hot tip of his cock against your skin as he freed it from his underwear. Wet and throbbing. You giggled

"I've tamed you," he grunted, lifting his hips up so his length popped up from between your legs, the twitching underside flush against your cunt. You chewed on your lip. He rutted his hips up, his cock brushing against your overstimulated flesh.

"Not yet," you reached down between your legs, gripping him by the head, smiling weakly at him as you grew tired of your emptiness. You guided him inside you, his flesh sinking into you inch by inch. Frank whined, gripping the back of your knees.

He fucked three more orgasms out of you before you fainted, blissfully blacked out next to the puddles of blood and piss as he curled up beside you, sliding his finger against your abused cunt, feeling the quivering walls, slick with his cum. He murmured something to you. For hours on end, he spoke to you in hushed mutters, waiting for you to wake up.

"Sweet flesh. Tender flesh."

#outlast: whistleblower #outlast x reader #frank manera #frank manera x reader #not sfw #afab reader #blood /#only one gif of frank and it's with subtitles? in polish? might have to remedy this #reader insert #outlast fanfiction

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hozierandco · 4 years ago

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Henry Cavill x Reader / Lessons / SMUT

A/N: Henry has to learn how to play golf for a film but his teacher may teach him a bit more than golf. In which Henry is a clumsy cinnamon roll. Inuendos intended, sorry not sorry. SMUT: oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, teasing, cursing, cumshot. Read at your own risk.

For the sake of a film in which he would play an aristocrat, Henry had to know how to play golf. He had agreed to it though he never had one single piece of knowledge on the matter.

Him who had done life-endangering stunts was not going to abandon for golf. He had three weeks before the beginning of the set and had decided to spend his holidays at a golf resort off in Scotland where he was determined to master the skills to that sport.

Y/N had been working at the Baurheid Club for the past five summers. The rest of the year, she lived in Glasgow but since her uncle was the club's manager and since she knew all about golf, she kept on working there.

The season was about to start and she was in charge of giving private classes for top-notch clients. Her rock solid privacy was celebrated by all and she was the perfect fit to deal with bankers and members of the idle class. An actor was about to complete the list.

"Y/N, here's the list of your clients for the next week"

Three names as each client required all attention. Quality over quantity was the motto of the club on that regard. The second one rang a bell to Y/N: Henry Cavill.

"Why does that name sound familiar? We've already have him, perhaps?" Y/N asked to Olivia who was welcoming the clients in the resort and who happened to be a close friend to Y/N.

"He's an actor, you fool" she replied in a moment of rest from the wave of clients "A handsome one too, lucky you!"

Instead of rejoicing along with Olivia, Y/N just hoped he was not the megalomaniac kind and that he wouldn't be a nightmare to work with. She went on with her day, many things had to be fixed before her first classes the next day.

Henry arrived by the entrance desk where Olivia acknowledged him and welcomed her just like any other client, in spite of her shouting internally. He had packed the bare minimum so his installment was brief.

The next day, it was almost noon when he woke up so he took himself out to the cafeteria.

Y/N had finished her first class of the day with a young member of the Dutch royal family and was gaining back the main accomodatio, up to the staff's lunch room. She had not changed clothes as she was not to meet any client.

Or so she thought.

"Oh, come on now!" Y/N heard someone grunting in her back as she was about to open the door to the place where she had left her food. She turned around only to see a frustrated Henry Cavill.

"May I help you, sir?" Y/N asked.

"Yes, please!" Henry jumped on the occasion "I'm looking for the lunch room but I always end up in this corridor... It's a bloody labyrinth there", he added holding back a nervous laugh.

Henry came back from his frustration as his misery was coming to an end with Y/N's arrival and that's on his way back that he noticed just how splendid Y/N was.

"Please, let me be your guide"

"Thank you very much. By the way, I'm Henry"

"And I'm Y/N", she responded making the connection with the photograph of Henry Olivia had shown her on her phone.

Along their journey to the lunch room, the two of them made some small talk while Y/N had to keep her composure. Olivia was right, he was bloody handsome. Even more so that on any photograph. And besides, he was visibly not a douche but an angel, making her feel at ease early on in their conversation.

As they arrived by the cafeteria filled with expensive furniture, the actor accompanied his "thank yous" with an offer: "I'm all alone at the resort, I could use some company for the lunch"

It was tempting if it wasn't for the fact that Y/N and the whole staff wasn't allowed to eat with the clients.

"Oh I see..." Henry said as Y/N explained the situation "But what if it's the client's decision. Isn't the customer always right?" he completed, glad he had found this trick to make her stay.

"Well, I suppose that it's the rule, yeah..." Y/N had been upset to decline the offer but she figured that indeed, she could stay a little while. Besides, the cafeteria was big enough for her not to be seen by anyone.

"It's a yes, then?"

"Yes, it is"

"So, what do you do here anyway?" Henry asked her as he came back from the buffet.

"I'm a golf instructor"

"Well, in that case, I'll probably see you on the green"

"About that, I should probably tell you that I'm the one who's gonna take care of your lessons for as long as you stay"

"I cannot wait. Though I should apologise in advance"

Y/N quizzed him by fixing his eyes. Shit, those eyes... Don't stare, don't stare, Y/N thought.

"I'm probably the worst golf player in Britain"

***

"You want to hold it like that" Y/N informed the way to seize the putter as she placed herself behind the impressive stature she had in front of her.

She could not believe that she was giving in the cliché of being glued to get someone to play golf.

Henry had not exaggerated, he indeed was pretty bad. In fact, he lacked of coordination and Y/N had to constantly remind him of how he was supposed to swing his body.

"May I?"

"Yes!" Henry was relieved to hear that he would get more help from her as she suggested than she could grab his arms to show the move.

She took his arms by the elbows. Henry being in a polo, she could feel all of his muscles under her touch.

"There, that's right! You've got the move. Now try to hit the ball"

And Henry executed himself but failed to even graze it. He snickered and then gave in a frank laughter that Y/N echoed.

"Right, you're gonna need to spend more time with me, Mr. Cavill"

"It's all I'm dreaming of. Dinner with me tonight in the garden?"

The class ended and for Y/N, it meant the beginning of her third and last class of the day.

As it was only 4 pm, Henry joined the games room where he had a view on the green where Y/N was helping an old lady to practice.

Of course, Y/N was too busy to notice him but it didn't stop him to smile like a child at her.

He was admiring her grace and her air of benevolence when a man came to him "She's a beauty, isn't she?"

Henry nodded at the stranger who in turns carried on "It must run in the family"

As Henry took his eyes oof of Y/N to see whom he was talking to, the stranger introduced himself "I'm Max, the club's manager. Y/N's uncle"

"Oh! How do you do? I'm Henry"

Max nodded, knowing very well who his select guest was.

"Is she a great teacher to you?"

"For sure. It's just that I'm a terrible pupil"

Max laughed along with Henry "Ah, son, she'll make a great player out of you"

The dinner happened. Henry had changed into another polo paired with camel chinos.

Y/N too had changed into a strapless floral dress with brown sandals. She greeted Henry as she sat down in the grass on which Henry had displayed a basket of fruits.

They started drinking and talking as the moon rose in the sky.

"I've talked with your uncle this afternoon"

"Oh have you? He's quite something, isn't he?"

"That he is. According to him, you're the greatest teacher out there"

"And you doubt it?"

"I'll try to be as good as a lamb for you"

After dinner, Y/N suggested that they take a walk around the resort. Any way to make the night last longer was worth seizing.

Everything was calm. No one around. Under their feet, the grass was slightly wet as dew had started forming and tinting their shoes.

Y/N took off her shoes, soon followed by Henry who had not done something as spontaneous as throwing a picnic in a very long time.

With their shoes in their hands, they carried on walking on the grass as crickets were going for a symphony and more and more windows got dark afar.

"It's been ages since I hadn't spent a lovely night like that" Henry sighed with pleasure "but that being said, I should hit my bed if I want to be at the top of my performance for my strict instructor"

The two of them had gotten very close to one another "If I stay now, I'm staying the whole night" Henry commented as Y/N's lips were dangerously close to his.

"I would let you" Y/N replied.

***

Henry and Y/N had met regularly apart from the times set for the classes over the last two weeks and if Henry had barely gotten better, the two of them had grown fond of the other. They had kissed on the fourth night, but both of them were not craving for more. Henry did not wish to rush things, nor did Y/N though the tension became unbearable.

"Do you think your uncle would kick you out if you spent the night at my room tonight?" Henry ventured as the class was over, wishing that he could kiss her right there, on the green.

"I wouldn't mind being kicked out if it meant spending the night with you" Y/N answered as she put back the clubs in the trolley.

After they finished eating at their favourite spot, Henry seized Y/N's hand and together they traveld to his room.

As Henry opened the door, he preceded Y/N,cupping her face with his hands to make her follow him in the suite.

He shut the door behind her and took her in his arms, only letting go on her after having carefully laid her on the bed.

"It is my turn to teach you a lesson, baby", he purred in her ear as he had let his lips wander from her legs to her face.

He placed his body over Y/N's but suddenly he got repentant and cursed "Fuck, I came here with nothing..."

Of course, Henry had no plans of making love to his instructor when he had booked holidays at the resort and found himself caught off guard, without protection for the night.

"In my purse" Y/N told him where to look.

"You might just be the most prepared teacher ever"

"Just grab it" Y/N begged him as he was going for encores, giving another sequel of kisses to her skin.

Henry ripped the scabbard and took his apparel out of his trousers, dressing it for the occasion.

Gracious God! There was lot to look at...

Fully erect, Henry came back in bed where Y/N was trying her best not to stare at the length.

"You sure about this?" Henry inquired as he aligned himself.

"Never been more sure in my whole life"

Henry then slid his member, inch by inch to be sure that Y/N was coping with what she was given.

He was just half through when it began to hurt.

"It's alright, doll!" Henry consoled her "I'm sorry, I'll go slow, I promise"

Henry found his way out as he had an idea to ease the process. Y/N still under him, he got down on her and made a feast of the flesh flashing before his eyes.

There was no doubt: he was much better at this than with golf.

As Y/N looked down at the face that had found shelter between her legs, she noticed just how dedicate he was. He was giving it all the attention required.

His eyes were glistening by the feeble light above their head.

Henry's cock was beating a rhythm of its own, pleased at it was that Henry was able to make Y/N moan with just his tongue and fingers.

The resort was known for "its quiet nights" and "tranquil setting" but tonight, Henry was eager to go off the rails.

It did have the expected effect on Y/N since her lair had gotten damp. Henry let her come back from the mountain she had climbed before he dived inside.

This time around, the whole length got in no sooner said than done.

"You're just so gorgeous!" Henry articulated with difficulty as he was carrying his moves, putting more energy by every second that went by.

Y/N's fingers borrowed the path drawn by his torso which was dripping with sweat "You're one very good student. And a very hot one too"

Henry's heart was pounding in his chest as he lifted Y/N's legs to put them by each side of his spine. That way, he reached a new spot with the tip of his penis which made Y/N pant with his name on her lips.

"Henry!" she cried her lungs out through the dark of the night. The tranquil nights long gone.

"Come for me, doll!"

She didn't have to hear twice as she was unleashing her falls.

But Henry was insatiable. Though teased twice by the sight of Y/N coming for him, his cock was still showing no sign of weakness.

He was willing to let go of her lover to give her some rest while he would take care of himself but Y/N stopped him as he was about to take off the condom.

"I wouldn't mind a third lesson" she told him "Let's change the angle. Show me how your swing's going. As for your stamina, Mr. Cavill, it got much better"

Y/N got on all fours, spreading her legs for Henry to come up behind her. As he entered the well, Y/N stretched herself so that she in turn allowed more of Hnery to get in and out.

Henry was admiring the view as he held Y/N by her hips, pounding her.

In and out, fast at first, the sounds of his cock hitting the bottom of her cunt.

Then Henry who got tired of the the action - and who was not going to hold it back for very much longer as Y/N's moans were rushing his climax - got slow, savouring every second he had ahead of him before he would come too.

Sensing that Y/N was close to get her third orgasm as she got tight around his cock, he decided for her to come to do so as well, and hoped that it would arrive soon.

She did come, shouting and laughing as she came back.

"I don't want you to come in that. I want to see you coming for me, Henry"

Henry then quickly removed the piece of latex which was soiled with pre-cum. The sole fact of taking it off almost made him come.

Henry kneeled on the bed by the level of Y/N who was laying down and emptied himself on her stomach.

"I cannot wait for our next class" Henry said in a sigh as he rested his limbs by Y/N.

#henry cavill #imagines #henry cavill imagines #smut #oops i guess #mind that i wrote smut in the train for the sake of science #henry cavill x reader

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presidentbungus · 3 years ago

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Can I get uhhhhhhhhh a short fuse (demoengie) with a side of crossfaction? Maybe with a little bit of sneaking around and/or pining thank yew :3

uhh it’s been like a month but good news I’m back on this shit again😁😁😁 motivation damaged but not down. love wins. should hopefully be back on that grind again soonish💪💪💪💪💪

anyway uhh yeah I went a little nuts with the pining aspect friends to lovers wm I right😂😂😂 but yeah hopefully this works. whatevr I said in the beginning note about demo being skeptical on the existence of emotions. the conclusion’s a bit poopy because I did NOT know how to end it but I do whatever I want . I am going to say I want to return to this later and realistically I will not but love has won bigger before wish me luck

ao3

Demo takes off from his own base in the dead of night, landing in the sand deep in BLU territory. He remembers to pack his parachute today—that’s a good thing. His ankles barely even snap as he hits the ground.

The roll-up garage door guarding the combination workshop-infirmary was a very careful decision on Engie’s part, for a lot of reasons, though Demo doubts this one was really what he envisioned while he was getting it installed. If it works, though, it works. Tavish marches up to it and knocks once, followed by two quick taps—a Morse code ‘D’. Dell’s right behind the door as it rolls up and Demo kind of wants to tackle him, but he settles for an uneasy side-hug as he limps into the lab.

“It’s been a while,” Tavish says, and he lets himself smile just this once. “Where’ve you been?”

“Busy as all hell. Everyone is—this is the first night in awhile nobody’s bothering us. Did you sticky jump here again?”

Demo stops for a moment, dumping his stuff onto the workbench, and then swivels. “Well my ankles are only a wee bit broken. Give me some credit.”

Dell frowns. “One ‘a these days you’re just gonna, like, hit your head on a rock or something in the middle of the desert. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“It’s no problem, Truckie, really. If I couldn’t bloody sticky jump I wouldn’t have my job.”

“I still reckon—“

“Hello, Demoman,” comes a high-pitched voice from somewhere deeper in the bowels of the lab. “If you have to use the Medi-Gun you may though please avoid sudden movements. I am working with a new specimen.”

Engie must see Demo’s incredulous look flash across because he squeezes his arm and says: “Oh yeah, I guess I shoulda said Medic’s here too.”

There’s a divider curtain. Medic pulls it back and waves. “I have been sworn to secrecy already, and to be frank with you I do not really care. I’m not here. Don’t worry about it.”

Demo goes through the curtain and plunks down on the operating table, as Dell tinkers with something and gets the Medi-Gun on and going. “One of these days, Engie…”

“It’s fine. No one’ll know, I promise.”

“Medic knows.”

“Medic’s trustworthy. That’s a lie. Medic’s trustworthy about this one thing in particular.”

Tavish flexes his ankles, feeling the bones fit back together, narrowing his eye.

“I am a very trustworthy person,” Medic adds, and it’s not immediately clear if it’s sarcasm or not.

“Tell yourself what you need to,” Engie says. He flicks off the Medi-Gun, grabs Tavish by the shoulder, leads him back to the workshop. “Anything in particular you wanna work on, or…”

Tavish sniffles. “I dunno. What’re you doin’ right now?”

“Well, I thought I might work on the ol’ level three print a little—and, um, wait, I guess I was—what do you think of the rockets I have in here right now? They’re pretty lightweight so I can load ‘em easier but they don’t do quite as much damage as I want.”

"God I missed this," Tavish says, and Engie stares at him, and he follows: "The, uh... construction is... a wee bit interesting."

Engie grins. "That bad?"

"You said it, not me," and Engie claps him on the back and it feels like every single wee little thing he's been stressin' over the last six months just goes away.

—

Tavish wakes up late-late at night-almost-morning when someone nudges him, and he sits up and he yawns and stretches and for a moment he's not sure where he is.

He rubs his eye enough it ain't so damn blurry and he's a little hungover and he sees Engie next to him, smiling gently, saying words he doesn't quite process yet, and he looks back and Medic's also talking behind him. Maybe to him. He can't tell.

Some damn noise, and he looks over and realizes Engie's trying to get his attention. "Hey. Hey. You awake?"

What comes out of Demo's mouth next is more a mangled clump of vowels than anything resembling words, but he hopes he gets the idea.

"I'm, uh. Sorry—I don't wanna have to wake you up, but..."

"It is bedtime," Medic says, and the fact that he's in a tank top and cross-covered pajama pants and dinky little dove slippers makes sense. "Just because we have company does not mean we can afford to lose sleep. Isn’t that right, Engie?”

Dell looks at Medic, and then looks at Tavish pleadingly, like he’s begging him to say something, and then he crosses his arms and looks at the floor.

“Ahem.”

“Yes, Doc. Whatever you want me to say.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Medic hums. “I know you would like to cuddle some more but there are other priorities.”

It’s quiet for a moment. Medic does not elaborate. Demo squints. “Um, what?”

“I wouldn’t call it cuddlin’, necessarily. Needed a surface to sleep on and he chose me.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry about it or anything—I, uh, I didn’t mind.”

Demo squints a little more, standing and taking a few steps away. There’s a very visible patch of drool staining Engie’s overalls.

… Whoops.

“As amusing as this is I am going to have to ask you to leave, Demo,” Medic says, and despite the total absence of sincerity he doesn’t seem mean about it. “Thank you for visiting. Come again! Or something along those lines.”

“Uh… sure.” Something structurally integral in Demo’s brain is falling apart very noisily—he can practically hear the beams snapping. “Yeah. Alright.”

Medic seizes Engie by the shoulder, lifting him out of his seat and dragging him towards the door. “See you later, partner.”

“Bye Engie.” Why exactly does his chest feel like it is going to implode? He might be having a heart attack. “Um, seeya. Or something.”

He only realizes once he’s already taken off again that his parachute is still where he left it, under the desk in the workshop, and he wakes up in respawn with a headache and vaguely remembers smashing his head into the base wall and feels like maybe just this one time Engie was right.

—

Behind the wall, under the stairs, away from the fight in the first place. Nobody comes down here unless they’re spies and spies should know to leave enough alone. He caught Engie making the trek back to the cart—the toolbox he was carrying lays in the canal, contents sinking, and Tavish has a foot on his chest and a sword aimed right at his throat.

God—he does this too much. Engie grins at him despite every single thing, still just having the time of his life, and he clears his throat and braces his arms against the ground and says: “You know I won’t get mad at you if ya kill me.”

Tavish considers himself to be in tune with his emotions, or something stupid like that. It would be lying to say he doesn’t care if Engie cares—he does. That’s the bloody thing. That’s why he sits here without the bloody balls to bring the sword down into his throat, do his job, seal the fucking deal. No matter what he sits there and says to make him feel better about it and no matter how much he grins his lopsided little grin, that makes Tavish’s chest ache if he looks at it too long.

It’s why he drives the sword into the cobbled pavement instead of Engie, leans on the hilt and tries not to look like his organs are six seconds from coming out his mouth, and he says: “Can’t we just talk?”

“Tavvy, you know I wish we could.” He probably knows how absolutely devastating this feels, so he sits up best he can and taps Demo on the knee with his wrench. “I’m sorry. You remember what happened ‘tween you and Soldier.”

“I know. Keep getting attached to things I can’t have.”

He doesn’t expect Dell to hear this, but he does, of course. “Hey, don’t be like that. We can make this work out. Just gotta be careful—“

And it’s right here something splats, and it takes Demo a second to realize Engie’s face isn’t there anymore. Just blood. A bullet gleams in the gore. Sniper waves at him through a window and Demo glares but he can’t bring himself to say anything.

… Maybe if he let Engie stand up a little faster…

There’s no point in thinking about it, he knows. Probably for the best or something along those lines. Demo feels a thousand pounds heavy as he drags himself away. About eleven minutes later he crosses the line of fire and Engie waves at him and he’s instantly blown up by a level three, and he thinks he sort of deserves it to be honest.

—

“I don’t—I dunno, mate. It’s hard. It’s so bloody hard and I wish it weren’t.”

Scout leans against his shoulder—already having a fair hard time staying upright. Barely two bottles deep, plus the beer out here’s like water. Bloody lightweight. “What’s hard?”

“… Engie. Being friends with… Engineer. The other one. Have you been listening?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry. I’m sorry but I think you’re thinking way too much about it.”

“Scout, you’re drunk.”

“Y’know—“ (hic)—“y’know I don’t really get your choice in guys but, you know, do what you want. Free freakin’ country.”

Demo pushes Scout off a little, so he just slides into his lap instead. “Choice in—huh?”

“Y’know what I do when I got my eye on someone? I’ll tell ya. I—I shoot my shot, I tell ‘em. You worry about it and you’re done for, okay. Just—just dead in the water. Like a stupid fish. Stomach up in the air.”

“Scout, what the hell are you talking about?”

“Shoot your—your freakin’ shot, man, is what I mean!”

Oh god what is he saying. “I’m not in… I’m not in love with him, Scout, what the hell are you on?”

Scout hiccups for a long time and then eventually turns his entire body over and looks up at Demo with glistening eyes, crumpled like he just said something deeply harmful.

After a while of flapping his stupid jaw and saying nothing he eventually says: “Are you… sure?”

“Why do people keep bloody thinkin’ we’re shacking up or some shite? We’re mates! Mates do things together! It’s okay for me to wantae—you know.”

“Kiss him?”

Demo hesitates for entirely too long. “Platonically.”

Scout sits up a little and spits into the grass, for no apparent reason. “Shoot your shot, man,” he says.

“You’re drunk, Scoutie.”

“So are you.”

“You’re not thinkin’—“

“On love.”

Tavish doesn’t know how to respond to this so he just says: “If you throw up on my bloody pants I’m pushing ye off the roof.”

“Am I freakin’ wrong?”

Demo doesn’t reply.

“‘S’what I thought.”

“It’s not gonna be… we can’t, y’know. Too much risk. Even now we gotta sneak around behind all your backs.”

“No one cares, Demo.”

“The bloody company cares. Can’t go around just—givin’ sweet little kisses to everyone I fancy.”

Scout’s entire body tightens, and Demo scrambles backwards as he expects puke to factor in somewhere but it’s just to release a particularly violent cough. “So you just… be careful, huh? And I mean it’s not like he’s Soldier—“

“Scout you are literally repeating what he keeps saying to me.”

“Maybe it’s true.”

Tavish has no reply to this.

“You ain’t gonna be happy if you just pretend it doesn’t exist cause you’re sad or whatever, pally. Ya gotta steel your nuts and bite the bullet and just tell him.”

“… Okay.” Tavish does not feel comfortable with this. “Are ye… sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“You’re drunk.”

“I’m sure.”

Demo burps, patting Scout’s shoulder, trying to figure out a way to combat this but he can’t and as terrifying as that is it’s also a little bit… weird. Good weird. He can’t think of the word and he doesn’t want to.

“You know,” he says—with the idea he’ll go somewhere after this.

“I know what?”

“One time we were workin’ together and I fell asleep on him and he let me sleep on him for like three hours—“

“He loves you back,” Scout mumbles.

“You really think so?”

“Stop—thinkin’ about it, I already said.”

“… Okay.”

“Listen. You’re gonna go to that—uh, wherever you’re goin’. March up to him. Say I love you. If it’s anything like the movies, you’ll kiss.”

Tavish sneers. “Is that the basis for your comparison, lad?”

“No. I mean like a realistic movie. Just tell me you’re gonna do it.”

“Why would I?”

“‘Cause you want to.”

“… You don’t know that.”

Scout clambers onto him, clutching his shirt. “Yes I do. I know everything.”

“No you don’t. You’re drunk.”

“Say you promise.”

“I don’t—“

“Promise me, Demo.”

“Will you get off me?”

“Tell him how you feel.”

“Okay.” Something breaks in his head, again. “Okay. Christ. Fine. I’ll tell him.”

Scout gives a doofy little smile, and sloughs back onto the ground. “Great to hear, pal.”

“If it goes bad I’ll kill ye.”

“It won’t.”

God Tavish hopes Scout is right.

—

Been going on an hour or two--nothing between them but the Haze, coffee and beer and not sleeping for however long it's been, for either of them. Demo works shitty low-end jobs in Teufort to keep his mum happy and Dell just does his thing, contraptions no one needed or wanted but that he still works on, night after night after sleepless day. Always going. Tavish doesn't know if his family ever even existed--wouldn't be surprised if he came out of the oil field one day, from the dust and sun, never slept a wink since.

Tonight's Friday. Tavish's sticky launcher lies in front of them, disassembled, as Dell makes notes on its structure and construction. Have to have done this a thousand times but he always finds somethin' new to gloat on. Here's the one day of the week Medic's not allowed to bug him about getting to bed in time, long as he sleeps in--maybe it was half an hour ago he said that he just got up at six anyway and kept to himself in the workshop, til Medic got wise and started listening for the door arsecrack of the morning. It’s not healthy and Demo tells him that but then Engie says well he sleeps about two hours a day cause of all those jobs and Demo says three hours, actually, and they both laugh because neither of them want to implicate each other of something they’re both entirely guilty of.

He knows he’s supposed to say something—he knows what he supposed to say, but he doesn’t know how the hell he’s supposed to say it, so he decides he’ll bring it up later, maybe when they’re both a bit more drunk and sleep-drunk, high on the night. (Drunk on love, a voice annoyingly similar to Scout’s urges, which he blocks our soon as it comes). Somewhere deep inside of him he knows if he keeps postponing it, it’s never going to happen.

Just a little longer, he promises that little image of Scout running circles in his head—maybe stumbling, considering the state he was in two nights ago. He was hoping he wouldn’t remember the conversation but he came up at like nine in the goddamn morning wearing sunglasses and full-body flinching at every noise telling him off for why hasn’t he done it yet, even though a grand total of six hours (three hours of sleep) had passed.

And even now Engie sets a hand on his back, smiling gently, sending some terrifying unidentifiable electricity through his body, and Tavish resists the urge to lean into him.

“Hey,” he says, the ever-present chuckle in his voice a calming undercurrent. “You alright? You’re thinking a lot.”

Tavish smiles, even though the act of it makes his organs rearrange in his chest cavity. “Oh—yeah, I’m great. Musta zoned out for a sec. What were you saying?”

Dell bites his bottom lip—he’s thinking about something, and by god Demo hopes it’s not him.

“Now you’re thinking,” Tavish mutters. “That ain’t fair.”

“… Partner, you know I think communication’s important.”

The way his heart drops straight into his bloody kidneys. “Of course.”

“If something’s wrong… you can tell me.”

“Are you sure?” This is not what he meant to say this is not what he meant to say at all. “I mean—“

“Of course I’m sure,” and it takes Demo a second to process what exactly just happened, and he looks down at his hand and finds Dell gripping it tight tight tight and he’s a little dizzy, to be honest. “You know I‘m here for you. Thick n’ thin. If there’s something bothering you it’s bothering me too, alright?”

“… I don’t think ye wantae know.” This one’s true, at the very least.

“I do, is the issue.” He’s gaining speed. “If it’s—you’re allowed to talk about yourself, Tavvy. Ain’t no one gonna judge you here.”

“It’s different,” he urges. “I have—I’m fine, but—it’s not that.”

“So what is it?” The look on his face is a very clear we are coming back to this later.

“I don’t—I just can’t—“

Engie hugs him, and squeezes out every single thought in his mind.

With one awful exception.

Stupid fish. Dead in the bloody water. Shoot your shot, chucklenuts.

“I love you,” he says.

“What?”

“I’ve—I’ve just been—“ go for it, go for it, dead in the water, don’t go bloody belly up you’ve made it this far—“I guess I’m just trying to say that, um… I just think maybe…”

“Demo?”

“I said I love you,” he says, more firmly, and when Dell doesn’t respond he keeps going: “You care too much about me and—we’ve been meetin’ for lord knows how long and every time you touch me it feels like I’m gonna die in a good way, and if you don’t think that too that’s alright and I’m not gonna—“

“I love you too.”

Something white hot burns down his spine and into his blood, flashing into the ends of his fingers and back.

“You don’t have to say that.”

“I mean it, Tavish. I really do.”

“Are you sure?”

And here Engie pulls back and to be honest Demo’s a bit sore at the loss of contact but the hands on his shoulders are still there and for a second they’re so close their faces are almost touching, just sitting there and there’s no one else in the goddamn world but them two, and Dell’s goggles are off and there’s something in his eyes so deep and joyful Tavish feels a little dizzy just thinking about it and Dell says: “May I?”

“May you what?” Smooth moves, Tavish. “Wait. I think I got it. Yes you can.”

Something connects—and it connects and everything lights up on fire, burning impossibly bright and loud, and Demo is probably going insane by now but he can swear it just tastes like honey—sweet and rich. When Dell pulls back from the kiss he feels like some large part of him has been taken with it and Dell can have it for all he goddamn cares.

They kiss again shorter this time and Tavish can’t feel his legs and Dell says, a little breathless: “I hope that answers all relevant questions.”

And look at that, he’s still alive. “Still swimming in the bloody reef.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing.”

He grins, pulling Tavish down to kiss him on the chin, and Tavish is just kind of going along with whatever at this point to be honest. “Oh, shucks, this is great,” he says. “I’m—oh. I’m so excited. I love you so much.” Another chin-kiss, a little higher.

“… I love you too.” Is this really all he had to do? “Are you sure?”

“Sure as a sparrow in spring, sweetheart.”

Tavish is pretty sure that means yes. “Alright,” he says.

“Alright? We’re good. We’re so good.”

“Y’know we’re partners now.” Emphasize partners, with a little stupid accent to draw across the joke. Dell gets it in about half a second, given how loud he immediately starts laughing, kissing Demo again and again and again until he’s more dizzy than he already was and he knows Scout’s gonna I-told-you-so ‘til the sun burns out but for once maybe he deserves it.

Tavish could get used to this, he really could, and part of that’s terrifying but also mind-numbingly thrilling in some bizarre, to be honest fairly obvious way.

Digression, or something. Something tells him right here and right now he doesn’t have to think about it so hard, and maybe that’s enough. Drunk on love. He’s gonna punch Scout when he gets back to base.

#short fuse #bungus fics #tf2 engineer #tf2 demoman #fic requests #tf2 #tf2 medic #tf2 scout #sniper’s there for like 3 seconds #science party #platonic but still present💖💖💖💖💖

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blackbat05 · 3 years ago

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Sweet Payback

Shang-Chi x Reader

A/N: A short piece to reflect my current mental state🤟🏽 Hope this makes you laugh if you’re having a tough time like I am🙂

Genre: Pure Crack (I got inspired by someone farting on the train, but I guess inspiration comes from the wildest of places right?)

***

‘Come on Shang-Chi! We’re gonna be late!’ You knocked on the door for what you think is the umpteenth time.

‘Ugh… what the hell did they put in that thing?’

You shake your head in amusement. By “thing”, Shang-Chi meant the Tom Yum Soup you two had for dinner yesterday. Little did you know what trouble this spicy cuisine would bring to your morning.

‘I’m going to bring some medicine okay?’ You were concerned that your boyfriend would soon shit his intestines out together with whatever was causing this.

The door unlocks, and Shang-Chi appears a little paler than usual.

‘I’m good.’ He gasps, stumbling out of the bathroom. ‘Let’s go before Fury kicks both of our asses for being late.’

***

‘Agent L/N! Shang-Chi! Good to see you finally on time!’ Fury addresses the two of you as you made it into the meeting room where the other Avengers were waiting.

Kate Bishop gives you a sympathetic stare, passing the briefs along to you.

‘Morning troubles huh?’

‘More like bowel troubles with this one.’ You pointed to Shang-Chi who was in brief conversation with Marc Spector before being interrupted by Fury.

Engaged in strategy tactics and training schedules for the newer recruits, you don’t see the subtle change in Shang-Chi’s expression.

Damn it. Not now! He thinks.

It felt like his stomach was being twisted on the inside, imaginary hands not ready to let go soon. He sees Fury deeply engrossed in his newest strategy - man would be pissed if his momentum was stopped.

Shang-Chi had to do something soon before his insides explode. If only he could silently release a little bit…

Oh to heck with it!

The difference relieves Shang-Chi of his anguish. Now he had to think fast before the group of Avengers caught on to him.

Why didn’t he think of it earlier?

Peter is the first one to catch the putrid smell wafting around the room. ‘Uh… I don’t mean to be rude but would someone mind opening the windows please?’ The poor boy looked like he was going to suffocate if this was prolonged a minute longer.

‘God! What is that smell!’ Yelena pinches the bridge of her nose, standing up to fulfil Peter’s request. Despite the windows now being opened, the damage was done.

‘Feels like that nasty burrito we had yesterday.’ A British accent pips up from beside Shang-Chi who almost gave the mercenary the stank eye.

‘Steven?’

‘Yeah. For the first time Marc is willing to let me have the body!’ Steven pouts in his chair, holding his nose. ‘So much for a bloody mercenary. Gosh where is the air freshener when you need one!’

Shang-Chi quickly does the same, turning to his unsuspecting scapegoat. You.

‘Uh, babe? You want to take a time out for this one?’

You blink at him, momentarily confused. ‘What do you mean?’

‘Aw come on!’

‘Y/N! What the hell did you eat?’

‘Please chill on the garlic would you?’

A series of chorus rang throughout the room as you attempt to figure out what was going on. Slowly connecting the dots, your eyes land on your boyfriend who was conveniently avoiding eye contact with you.

‘Oh no you didn’t…’ You mumbled it loudly enough for Shang-Chi to hear.

He springs out from his seat, surprisingly agile for someone who had a stomachache a few hours ago.

‘COME HERE YOU SNIVELLING COWARD!’

He quickly runs behind Steven who was looking very lost for protection.

Scanning the room, your eyes land on the perfect weapon. You march over to Frank Castle himself who was quietly watching the chaotic scene in amusement.

‘Pellets?’

‘Non lethal.’ Frank nods.

‘Perfect.’

Before any of the Avengers could react, you whipped out Frank’s gun, aiming it at Shang-Chi who had been abandoned by Steven.

‘This will ought to teach you not to be a liar!’ Releasing the trigger, the pellet flies towards Shang-Chi’s direction who expertly dodges it with much ease.

Only to smack the boss man right in the face.

The whole room had went collectively silent, watching the whole fiasco go down. Pellet dropping in front of Fury’s foot, Avengers started to move their chairs, making excuses from needing to go on a mission to feeding their dog.

‘Agent?’

‘Yes sir?’ You respond meekly, knowing what was about to come next.

‘My office. Now.’

***

Shang-Chi hears the door to your shared apartment open. You walk in, absolutely exhausted.

‘Not. Another. Word.’

Shang-Chi carefully approaches you, before you fall towards him.

‘Was it that bad?’

‘Try cleaning the entire quinjet by hand.’ You counter back, making him flinch slightly.

‘Sorry babe, I had two strikes from Fury this month. If I get another one-’

You cut him off. ‘You owe me. Big time.’

‘Anything you say.’

He was so going to regret that. ‘Anything?’

Shang-Chi nods.

‘You’re doing laundry and dishes for the whole month.’

Getting up from his embrace, you leave his stunned figure behind. Shang-Chi follows you a few seconds later.

‘Y/N? Come on we can negotiate this! Pleaseee? Did you forget how I shrunk my combat suit?’

‘Maybe you should consider a crop top for battle then!’

‘COME ON BABE!’

***

A/N: Will be taking a break on writing for a while! I’ll still be here😊

#xu shangqi #shangqi x reader #shang chi x reader #simu liu #shang chi #shangqi #xu shangchi #xu shangqi x reader #xu shang chi x reader #crack fic #pure crack

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wickedyan · 4 years ago

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so basically what i was thinking was- FRANK MORRISON PLEAZE💖💖💖🥺

A/n: this is based on the idea of Danny cucking himself from this set of headcanons! Wish I could say this hadn’t plagued my mind until I just had to write it and could not stop writing it until its done. sorry for any spelling errors

Tags: Canon-typical violence, Danny gets cucked by Frank, blood, violence, knife-play but its actually just him threatening you with a knife, use of ‘puppy, dog, mutt’ etc.

You had thought you had done the right thing, you had listened to everything Danny asked of you. You sucked his cock when he asked, screamed when he sliced his knife through untouched skin, cried so prettily when he fucked you with no relief. You had been good, all things considered. So what was even happening. Why was this happening?

His teeth were biting hard at your lips and throat. The leader of Legion was determined to leave his mark on you before your time with him was up. Blood coated his lips and teeth from where you had bitten him. He liked that you fought back.

Danny sat in the corner of the Saloon at Dead Dawg, stroking his cock with languid strokes, head thrown back but eyes watching you through his mask. He knew you were scared, with tears running hot down the sides of your cheeks.

“Fuck, just like that…” Frank groaned into your mouth, hips rolling into yours too fast for your liking. His cock sat heavy against your cervix, thick and grinding against spots that just felt too good, had you clenching around him and whining lowly between your teeth.

His knife bit into the skin of your throat, hot blood dribbled down to the back of your neck, pooling. The other hand held your wrists together above your head. His hips didnt stop but neither did yours. It was one of the reasons why Danny loved you, despite crying and telling him to stop, your body always told the truth. It would never lie to him, even as frank drew circles over your skin with the point of the knife.

“You’d look so pretty with some ink… what’dya say,? I say you get my name over your throat just here.” He dropped the knife, scooping up some drying blood from the scab over your throat and starting on the F.

“Don't forget the rules, Frank.”

He rolled his eyes, picking up his thrusts. It looked like he had an idea, with that evil grin on his face.

“Open your mouth.” he spat.

You shook your head. He pressed the knife down with more force, a scream erupting from your throat. You watched him gather the saliva in his mouth before his bloody, bandaged hand wrenched your jaw open with enough force to knock the back of your head into the floorboards, pulling your mouth apart with a grunt.

And then his saliva hit the back of your throat, overwhelming and choking you. It was hot and virile and tasted of blood and tobacco. His hand forced your jaw shut.

“Now swallow, mutt.” You nodded, grimacing as you forced yourself to swallow. You felt his cock twitch, his eyebrows furrowing, “that’s a good dog you’ve got here.” He tapped your cheek once. You showed him your tongue, proof you had swallowed it all. He chuckled, returning his hand back to your wrists. You hadn't even thought of fighting back, not after the first moment of his knife to your throat.

He paused, moving his hips in different directions, searching. He watches as your eyes widened with a smirk. “Stop it, please.” You could barely utter the words. Fingers flexing and clenching in his grip.

His hands move down, holding you in place and oh god, it's good, it's good and it's hot and wet and his cockl brushes against something that has you biting your lip so hard there's blood to keep any noise in, to stop him from knowing how much you enjoy this but he already knows.

A bandaged hand trails down, brushing over your hip bones and down to where you’re connected and he’s circling your clit with rough fingers. It’s impossible to keep your noises in at this point, not while he’s angling his hips to hit that special spot that has you seeing stars.

“Atta’girl…”

His body sighs, hes pressing down until your chests rest flush together, sensitive nipples brushing against the the leather of his jacket and sending a hot flush down, down and you're pushing up at him but you can’t, not as he hoists your legs up unto his shoulders, pressing you into the floorboards.

The position has his cock sliding even deeper and you can feel him in your gut as he forces your back to arch.

His mouth is next to your ear, heavily breathing as he fucks up into you like his life depends on it.

Everything he’s doing to you starts to become too much. The rough pads of his fingers on your clit, his thick cock spreading you open. The blood and aches from his knife actually started to feel good. He wouldn’t last much longer, not as he quickened his pace, opting to chase his own pleasure instead of torture you with your own.

As you felt your peak hit, he leaned in close, “Fuck... I’m coming inside.”

You bristled, “No.” You shook your head.

He looked at you with a lazy grin, “You’ll take it like a good dog.”

“Maybe the Entity’ll let you keep it, bitch.”

With that, you felt yourself letting go, cumming around his cock as he bred you like the good dog you were, hands in his hair and thighs hugging his head.

Before you could even bask in the afterglow, Danny was above you, kicking Frank out the way. His head was tilted, silent. Danny liked to tease, to taunt. When he was silent, he was angry.

“That was against the rules, Frank. Maybe you’re the dog, with the way you’re acting like a fucking bitch in heat.” His boot was pressed to Frank’s chest, tossing his knife around in his hand and catching it deftly, showing off his skill.

“I was so kind, sharing my puppy with you, and look what you’ve done... you’ve defiled her.”

Frank spat out nothing but blood after the kick that Danny sent directly into his nose.

There was a pause, and Frank laughed as the fog rolled in. “Looks like I win this time, Danny.” And he was gone, pulled away to a trial.

Danny rolled his eyes with a “tch.” Then he looked down at you, defiled and confused.

“Are you okay?” It was an odd question to come from him, but one you decided to answer.

You nodded a yes, pausing after to watch his reaction.

It was like a switch was flipped and he was back to his usual, bastard self.

“Is my poor puppy hurt?” He asked with a pout, an almost mournful look on his face. You knew better than to trust it. “Did the mean ol’ Legion guy hurt you?” He tilted his head.

You nodded again, the stress of the experience finally hitting you, knowing it was over and you were back with Danny. Hot tears dribbled over your cheeks, you reached your arms out to him, hopeful.

He knelt down to you, enveloping you in his arms, letting your tears and snot soak his overcoat. He would show you this one kindness. You had been so good.

You were his, and he maybe he was glad for it.

#danny johnson #danny johnson x reader #frank morrison #frank morrison x reader #the legion #legion dbd #legion x reader #dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #dbd #dbd x reader #cucking #danny gets CUCKED #consentually

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missymurphy1985 · 4 years ago

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The Writer (part4)

Warnings - Angst

Request? Yep

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @peakyciills @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @noctvrnalmoth @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @namelesslosers @misscarolineshelby @screemqueen @cilleveryone @peaky-cillian @misselsbells06 @datewithgianni @heidimoreton

You woke alone - checking the clock on the dressing table you darted out of bed. 6:45am, Tommy said his driver would be taking you home at 7. You rushed as quickly as your sore thighs would allow you back to your bedroom so no one spotted you run across the landing completely naked.

Pulling your clothes on, gathering your notepads and stuffing them in the small bag you had brought, you turned and nearly jumped out of your skin as a young woman of maybe 22/23 stood in the doorway. You vaguely recognised her as one of the maids who made your tea the night before. She had a strange look in her eyes that made you feel uneasy.

"I believe Mr Shelby has arranged a car for me this morning?" You asked, ignoring her gaze.

"He has. It's outside. He gave me this to pass onto you." She smiled wryly, handing you the envelope. You thanked her, and left the room heading down to the waiting car.

You opened the envelope once you were en route. Two £1 notes fell out, alongside a letter. Your heart froze in your chest as you read it, feeling like a complete fool.

Ms. Y/L/N,

Since you enjoyed being treated as a two-bob whore, I suppose it's only fitting I pay you for your services.

The article can proceed, but I'd prefer if someone with more professionalism could attend next time.

Yours,

T. Shelby

The tears were falling from your eyes as you pulled up outside your apartment. How could you have been so stupid... A millionaire like him shacking up with you? A penniless widow with more debt than you cared to admit to.. trying to make a name for yourself in a man's world. He clearly thought you were nothing more than a whore. You left the money on the back seat and exited the car, your heart shattered as you unlocked your door and stepped inside.

************************************************************

"So how did it go?" David asked as you sat opposite him in his office an hour later.

"Honestly? The interview was difficult. He wouldn't reveal much about himself."

"Laura said you didn't come home last night." Laura was your roommate, she was also dating David. You should have known she'd tell him. He raised an eyebrow at you, smirking.

"The storm." You voice caught in your throat, emotions threatening to spill over. David quickly stood and closed the office door, kneeling in front of you.

"What happened Y/n? Come on, don't cry..." You fell into your big brother's arms and you let yourself cry. The only man you allowed to see you like this. You told him about the night before, in not as much detail, and then the note this morning.

"Fucking asshole... I never should have sent you to him!! This is all my fault... Oh sis I'm so fucking sorry, come here...." He held you tight. "Go home. Run a bath. I'll send Laura over with a bottle of wine. Just get him out of your head. God I sent you right into his filthy little hands didn't I..."

"David this isn't your fault. I wanted it as much as he did okay? He was just so different last night.. he asked me to stay, he put me into his bed, he held me.. then that note. And the money.. the fucking money?! Like a fucking whore!"

"Y/n go home. That's an order. You're not to go back again. I'll send Frank, he can do the article."

"No you won't! This is MY story and I will be the one to tell it! That halfwit doesn't even know which end of the pen to use!"

"He's already demanded someone else, you saw it for yourself. Now go home, I'll let Laura know you're on your way."

************************************************************

It was a week later that you finally felt strong enough to leave the house. Your confidence at an all time low, your heart completely broken, but your cupboards were empty as your soul felt and Laura was away for a few days with family back in Scotland. You had no choice but to face it and go to the store in the next town. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you took a deep breath and headed out.

Waiting in line, you felt a tap on your shoulder. A dark haired woman with hard but kind eyes stood behind you.

"Are you Y/n?" She asked. You nodded, before quickly realising who she was.

"Polly Gray?" You gasped, and she nodded, pulling you into a huge hug.

"Oh y/n... It's been so long!! My goodness how you've grown!!!" You hugged her back, she'd always been so kind to you as a child knocking about with John. She was the only member of the family that knew you were close to him.

"Come for a drink! The Garrison is only down the street!" She grinned, as you paid for your groceries. You were about to answer before she linked arms with you and was almost frog marching you down the road. To be honest, you didn't mind. She clearly didn't know about your liaison with her nephew a week earlier, and a drink sounded very appealing.

Sitting in the small side room as she went to the bar, you felt yourself relax. She doesn't know, you won't tell her, it's one drink, no harm done.

"Perks of Arthur owning the pub - Peaky women get served at the bar without question!" She grinned, placing a bottle of whiskey and two glasses on the table in front of you. So much of one drink....

You both knocked the first one back quickly, before sipping your second a little slower. She enquired about your life up to now, squeezing your hand gently as you told her about Jack and his death. She smiled as you told her about your work, confessing to her your pen name in the Herald which made her howl with laughter.

"They're always my favourite articles in that newspaper!! I always felt they had a woman's touch to them, so well written! If only you could use your own name eh? Bloody men, ruin everything for us women."

"Yes. Yes they do." You eyes glanced out the window and she noticed them misting up slightly.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Oh nothing, nothing, I'm fine. Just being silly."

"There's a man, isn't there? A new man?"

"Pol..."

"And he's hurt you, hasn't he? I'll rip his balls off... Let me guess, fucked you and fucked you off?"

"Pol, it's fine honestly."

"Your eyes tell me it's not fine y/n."

"It was a silly, drunken mistake. On both parts. It won't happen again."

"No one hurts my y/n and gets away with it. Name." Her voice was forceful now. She was angry, you could see it in her eyes.

"Polly please! It was a one night thing that shouldn't have happened in the first place! Just let it go, okay?"

"Y/n, when my daughter was taken away, you were closest thing I had left. I was heartbroken when you moved away. I can't allow some nasty little shit to break your heart after what you've been through!"

Your resolve was breaking, your patience was being tested, and your emotions were about to spill over, when the door to the room opened and your heart stopped.

"Tommy!!! Look who I found in the store down the street!" Polly exclaimed, and his blue eyes met your watery ones. He smiled, you scowled. Polly looked between the two of you, and you could honestly have heard a pin drop. You gathered your shopping up and stood up, still glaring at Tommy who never took his eyes from yours. You scoffed at him, thanked Polly for the drink, and hurried out the room.

"Oh Thomas... Thomas Shelby you have some fucking explaining to do!" You heard Polly shout from behind you but you didn't stick around to hear anymore.

#tommy shelby x smut #tommy x y/n #cillian x fem!reader #cillian smut #cillian murphy x smut #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby x reader

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xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx · 4 years ago

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Ray Toro x Reader - Deadline - Part Two

Request: Ooh what about a part 2 for Deadline where Mikey doesn't know that they confessed and he goes to Ray and tells him and they just play along thxx

Summary: Mikey still plans to tell Ray you’re in love with him, not knowing Ray and you are already together

Word count: 1 276

Part One

Maybe it was mean. Maybe Mikey did not deserve it. But then again maybe he did. If he had not tried pressuring you into telling Ray how you felt about him, you might have told him about the turn of events, of how you had accidentally confessed your feelings for the guitarist, how you had kissed while watching the sunset. But because Mikey had teased you, you did not tell him. But you told Ray about what Mikey had been up to, and Ray being Ray, came up with a plan on the spot.

As much as it pained both of you not to be able to finally kiss and hug whenever you wanted, you decided you should wait until the following evening before revealing the newest development. After all, that evening Mikey’s deadline was running out, and if he really planned on telling Ray how you felt for him, that would be incredible amusing.

Sure enough you all had dropped down in the dressing room after the show was over, sweaty and exhausted, when Mikey shot you a devilish glance. Oh how much you wanted to hate him, but at the same time you knew that it was him he was going embarrass.

“So, (y/n),” he spoke up, speaking a little louder than he would have done usually to get everyone’s attention. Luckily nobody other than the five band members were present. “How’ve you been?”

“Dude, we’ve been spending the past three months on super tight space, you know how I’ve been doing,” you rolled your eyes, knowing he was simply searching for a way into the conversation.

“How’s that thing going?”

“What thing,” Frank turned around from where he had changed into a fresh shirt, eyeing you curiously, “are you working on that drum-solo again? Man, I sure hope you do, because it’s about fucking time you finally get one.”

“As a matter of fact, I have, Frank,” you grinned, shooting Mikey a smug grin. “I’m almost finished, maybe two more days? And then I could play it to you guys, to get your opinion.”

“You’re the drummer, (y/n). If you think it’s good enough, then it’s probably better than that,” Frank grinned. “I can’t wait to hear it.”

“Maybe you should play it to Ray first,” Mikey suggested, earning raised eyebrows from you, “you know, he’s a good drummer too. You two might want some alone time.”

“Oh, I don’t think there’s much I could help (y/n) with,” Ray laughed, knowing as well as you did, what Mikey was planning, “they’re a bloody brilliant drummer.”

“But maybe (y/n) would like to get some help from you, Ray,” Mikey teased, sending you a huge grin.

“Mikey, stop it,” you warned.

“Stop what?” Now even Gerard had noticed the increasingly weird conversation.

“Isn’t there something you’d like to tell –“

“Don’t make a fool out of yourself, Mikes,” you reminded him, but he only grinned wider.

“Ray, what would you say if I told you that (y/n) would like to… get to know you a little better?”

You could feel Ray’s side glance on you, before he spoke, and you had to try really hard to hold in your laughter.

“Get to know me better,” he asked innocently while putting down a water bottle he had been drinking from, “I think we already know each other pretty well, to be honest.”

“Yeah, but only as friends,” Mikey argued.

“Wait a sec,” Frank jumped up, wide eyed, “are you saying-“ he pointed between you and Ray

Mikey just shrugged.

“I knew it,” Frank cheered, “I knew (y/n) had a thing for Ray!”

“Wow, okay, calm down, Frank,” you rolled your eyes. How many times had you done that today already?

“What-? What are you saying,” Gerard asked, stepping closer.

“Just that maybe (y/n) likes Ray more than just as a friend, or band mate,” Mikey giggled.

“You sound like a twelve year old who just found out their friend has a crush,” you mumbled, and even though you knew that what Mikey so enthusiastically announced was no news to Ray, you could feel a blush burn in your cheeks.

“Well, I sure hope they do,” Ray shrugged carelessly, “otherwise me telling them that I love ‘em yesterday would have been very embarrassing.”

Ray’s casual statement had the hoped for effect. For a few seconds there was absolute silence in the changing room. The Mikey, Frank and Gerard all started talking at once.

“Oh, this is some good shit right there guys,” Frank laughed, “ha, I can’t fucking believe you just told him his lover loves him. Oh my god, Mikey!”

“When did that happen? Why didn’t I know of this? How come Mikey knew, but I didn’t? Am I that bad at keeping secrets? Hey, since when are you two a thing? You’re my best friend, Ray, how could you not tell me,” Gerard whined.

But shouting over both Frank and Gerard was Mikey.

“You already knew? What the hell? Were you just playing me,” he asked, gesturing wildly between Ray and you, “all this time I was trying to set you up, and you don’t even tell me once you’re actually together? How can you be so cruel? I just want you two to be happy and you-“

“That’s what you get for blackmailing me,” you laughed, “serves you right!”

“They do have a point, Mikey,” Gerard agreed. “You can’t just tell someone somebody likes them! What if they don’t feel the same! What if you would have embarrassed (y/n)!”

“Well, I knew I wouldn’t embarrass them, at least not for long,” Mikey defended, “because actually-“

“Actually I had already told him that I like (y/n),” Ray explained, “so from that perspective it was all fail safe.”

For a moment there was silence again.

“So in other words, Ray and (y/n) are dating now,” Frank concluded, and shrugged. “I can live with that.”

“Good to know you won’t drop dead now,” you joked, and Frank sent a mocking air kiss your way.

“So…” Gerard looked into everyone’s faces before turning to Ray and you, “congratulations or something?”

You laughed and Ray was about to reply something equally stupid when Frank interrupted him.

“Yeah yeah, rainbows and pink fluffy clouds and all that, but I’m hungry can we go out for dinner?”

Ray turned to you and shook his head before wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Such a romantic, isn’t he,” he joked, making you giggle.

“But he’s right, I’m starving too,” you admitted.

“So am I,” Mikey pipped in, “but actually I might just need a distraction from this embarrassment. You’re already together, oh man.”

“Dinner it is then,” Gerard agreed.

Frank cheered quietly, and one after the other left the changing room, until only Ray and you were left. When you were about to leave as well, Ray grabbed your wrist and held you back.

“Happy with your revenge,” he asked quietly, a soft smile on his lips.

“Very,” you agreed and smiled back. “but even happier about being able to do this.”

And with that you got on your tip toes and gently kissed Ray, making him smile. He was pulled you closer and was about to wrap you in a hug, when Frank suddenly shouted for you to come.

Unwillingly Ray pulled away from you.

“One of these days we might be able to kiss without being constantly interrupted,” he joked, taking your hand in his, just like he had done the day prior.

“While being on tour with those three idiots?” you asked, following him as he led you out of the changing room and down a corridor, “Keep dreaming.”

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Operation: Parent Trap

Setting: Supply Closet, Celeste and Thomas’ Wedding Venue Time: Sometime during the reception Featuring: Raj and Xavier @xaviernottheprofessor

"I really don't see the mop in here, Cel...I---" Xavier's words were cut off the moment the door was closed behind him and when he tried to reopen it, it had been locked. "Hey! Cel! I think this thing locks on its own. Shit. It's probably a fire door or something." Celeste had tried to get him to help clean up a mess in the lobby area that would have been dangerous for the other guests and asked him to check the supply closet. Thinking the bride was right behind him, Xavier had been chatting only to realize he was talking to himself. He pulled out his phone and decided to text Luna. She'd get him out. When a few mins had passed and he got no response, Xavier sighed and decided to crouch and sit on the floor, mindful to keep his suit in check. When he heard the door opening, he perked up. "Oh thank God...you got my text message--oh." He swallowed the lump that had quickly formed in his throat when Raj appeared and as the other man let go of the door, Xavier stood up, yelling. "No no crap! Shite." He reached behind Raj, not realizing right away just how close he was to him and then cleared his throat, taking a step back to create some space in between them. "It locks."

"Frankie, I really don't think that they're going to have something that will clean that stain..." Raj said as he went into the closet, freezing as he realized he was face to face with Xavier. For a moment he thought that the swearing was at him, and his already bad mood seemed to get worse for a moment before Raj realized that Xavier was in fact talking about the doorand he realized mistake as he heard the door lock. It took a second, to get used to how close Xavier was and for a moment his heart leapt. Raj missed him, more than he even knew how to express. But between the news sites and then Xavier showing up to the wedding with the man from the pictures, clearly he was moving on faster than Raj was. "You know, I'm surprised they locked us in here, considering that you've been perfectly happy rubbing your date in my face all night, I would have assumed everyone else would have gotten the hint."

After stepping to the side, Xavier approached the door once more, this time actively avoiding eye contact with Raj. He continued to turn the knob and then knocked on the door in case someone else was out there. "Franks? It's Xavier. If you're there, can you ...can you please unlock the door?" When he heard nothing, Xavier pressed his forehead against the metal, rolling his eyes at Raj's words. "What date, mate? I didn't bring no date!" He turned, crossing his arms at his chest. "Though that's bloody hilarious considering this is the first set of words I hear from your mouth in almost two months. I haven't been rubbing anything in your face, Raj. What the hell are you going on about?"

"Really, you don't need to deny it I'm not fucking blind," Raj snapped, crossing his arms as he leaned against one of the shelves. "All of last week there's been these pictures and reports that you've been moving on, and like I know how the media is at this point so I wasn't really believing it until I get here and there you are with the exact same guy. Like if you're dating someone else, fine. It's just....fine," he said, the word coming out angrier the second time, "I just don't want to see it."

"Wait. Hold on. Henry? You think I'm dating Henry? I mean, listen believe what you want to believe but we're not dating. We're friends and the media needs some new story to spin but that's not important. Why does it matter? Why do you care? I've tried to reach out to you several times and you've ghosted me like I never existed, like we never happened and you think it's okay to reprimand me for me something that isn't even true. No hi, Xavier, how's it going? Hi, Xavier, are those things true? Hi, Xavier, having fun. Or just fucking plain hi, Xavier? No? None of that came to mind?" Xavier took a deep breath, allowing his gaze to finally focus on his ex, taking in the fact that he hasn't really gained much weight since they arrived from the island. "Like, what do you want from me?"

"Of course I care, that's why I've avoided you!" Raj exclaimed, knowing that it made no sense. His therapist had told him that plenty of times. "Like all of the small talk stuff, it just feels like so trivial that doing it was like a slap in the face. Like trying to act like our entire fucking relationship didn't happen and I just couldn't do that. And just not saying anything just.....at least that way you'd know I was hurt too." Sliding down the rack, Raj sat down on the floor sighing as he rested his head against the shelf. "I don't know," he finally admitted at the last question.

He was going to be strong. Xavier had gone through scenarios in his head and with his therapist and they both agreed if this ever came into play, he'd have to be strong. "We're back at trivial. Do you realize that? Not talking to me...we have to restart. Somewhere. If you want to be my friend, or just be civil for the sake of not forgetting our relationship existed as you said, that's how we get back to any sort of groove. Ignoring me, and avoiding my text messages really just puts the last nail on the coffin. Do you realize that? I didn't get that. I didn't get that you were hurt. I got that you were done with me." He remained in his spot but slid down as well to sit on the ground. "You don't...you don't have to answer that now. You don't have to answer anything, really. Just don't come in here and be mad over Henry when we never resolved anything." Xavier sighed and looked over to Raj. "Hi, Raj."

"I get it now, it just made sense at the time," Raj groaned, though really everything just made him feel worse. Apparently there was no right answers and everything that he did was wrong and he could just feel the tears starting to form behind his eyes only to fall at the simple Hi, Raj that came from Xavier. "I miss you, and your jokes, and waking up next to you in the morning, and actually being happy," he whispered as he tried to blink back the tears that were falling, "I wish I knew more of what I wanted. Like I don't want you to ruin your entire career for me, and I still can't wrap my head around the money, and I just can't feel that worthless again. And I know you didn't do it on purpose, and that's what hurts the most. That you didn't mean to and I still just felt that invisible."

Xavier took a deep breath in and rubbed his eyes. "No, I---I'm sorry that was harsh. I...I don't know. Everything hurts. That's all I know." He didn't expect anything more out of that. IF anything, they'd probably end up sitting here until someone had some mercy and bailed them out. But instead, Raj spoke again and it was more than he had heard from him in months. It felt like a ton of bricks had fallen on his chest and his heart was going to explode from all the feelings he felt at once. He wiped his own tears, wanting nothing more than to crawl over to Raj and just hug him. "I never meant to make it seem like you weren't hurting. You had a right to feel slighted. I should have never done anything without talking to you. Everything else though...I can't help any of it. I miss you too. More than I can put into words. I don't do words well anymore actually?" He brought his knees up to his chest. "Oh, Raj I--I just think we need time. Maybe you need to really look into your emotions and see if this is what you really want. I can meet you halfway. You've never been invisible to me. That's just the thing. You're literally all I see. Even now. All I see. Everywhere I go, every time I wake up. I hope that someday you see that. I really do. I want nothing more than to make you happy again. I do. These last couple of months have been absolute hell. I have never felt this way and when you walked away, I didn't know what to do with myself. It just felt like everyone walks away, you know?"

Tears once again fell from Raj's eyes - though truthfully they hadn't stopped since they had started. Especially because Xavier was right - everything hurt. And it kept hurting. And being in therapy had just made it all hurt more. "I didn't want to walk away," Raj sniffled, "I know it happened to you before and I hated it, and I still hate it. And I just am trying to figure out myself, but therapy just seems to be making everything worse." July 20, 2022

Raj's words were comforting even if it meant they weren't exactly fixing things anytime soon. Xavier, up until now had been convinced that Raj didn't really care about him anymore. The ghosting, the walking away...it had all made him believe that to be true. Seeing Raj this vulnerable was new. he could probably count on one hand the times he had seen him cry and deep inside, Xavier knew there was a reason for the walls Raj seemed to put up. he knew of some of them but there was more his ex needed to work through and Xavier respected that. Especially now that they were finally talking. "This is all I've wanted." He looked up at the other, offering him a comforting smile. "I know it feels like it's making things worse and that's because it's making you hash out your trauma and look deep into your past and what's going on in your head. It's easy to lock things away. It's hell to unlock them." Xavier crawled over to Raj and sat in front of him. Gently, he cupped his face and looked into his eyes. "Hey. You don't have to go through this alone. Unless you want to, of course. But I'm here. Above all else, we used to be really good friends once. Don't you remember?" His own tears fell. "And if that's all we can be right now, I'd rather that than nothing at all..." He then added in a whisper, "I love you, Raj."

Raj's forehead found Xavier's, resting there as tears still fell from his eyes as he listened. And he knew Xavier was right, despite how much he was struggling with therapy - and struggling with everything else as a result of that. Not to mention Ship-Wrecked hadn't been a good experience and coming off of that, and it being the one thing that he seemed to be known for and was brought up over and over wasn't helping either. And yet, he had forgotten exactly how safe he felt with Xavier. When they weren't fighting, when things weren't weirdly tense, Xavier was his safe space. And while he wanted to go back to them just being friends, he wasn't sure if he could as the words, "I love you too," slipped out, no more than a whisper, "I never stopped," he added before his lips took on a mind of their own and before Raj could think of how much of a mistake it was, found himself kissing Xavier.

Xavier didn't know what else to do but caress Raj's arms as they stayed there together and face to face. He wanted to be as close as Raj allowed him to without crossing any boundaries even though he knew they were both far gone. He closed his eyes, forehead pressing against Raj's, gently rolling back and forth, crying a bit harder at the comment of him never stopping. And before he could say anything else, their lips were meeting. It felt like he was filling a painful void and his hands went back to cupping Raj's face once more, holding him close and kissing him back like he's never kissed him before. "I love you so much." Nose pressed against Raj's, Xavier kissed him hard, thumbs wiping Raj's tears away. "We'll figure it out. I promise. I promise. We don't have to be together. We can just...be."

"Don't promise me anything right now, with how up in the air things I don't think that either of us should promise anything we don't know if we'll be able to keep," Raj quietly said, not wanting to move away from him, "I'm sorry I don't know how to handle anything, and I want to just...." his quiet words were interrupted by the loud sounds of the lock opening followed by the sound of a man that he hadn't run into saying

"Hello? I was told people got locked in here?"

"Yeah, sorry," Raj said, wiping his eyes to try to make himself not look like the complete mess he knew that he was, "Thanks for unlocking the door," he said as he got up before taking a couple of deep breaths just to try to recenter himself. "I think I'm actually going to go, so could you tell Amaya that I called a cab and that I'll see her at home?" he asked Xavier.

"That's fair," Xavier whispered. Anything to at least get them on an even playing field. He wanted to hear what Raj wanted to say and was happy he was finally getting the chance. Until of course, he heard another voice. He closed his eyes and sighed.

"Hi. Yeh. Thank you, sir." Xavier stood up and looked up at Raj. He didn't know what this meant. They weren't exactly back on and but at least he had learned that Raj did care for him and was going to try to seek out some help. He could understand Raj needing some time and having to leave. "Yes, of course. I'll tell them. Please...get home safe, okay? Don't...worry about continuing this convo but please text me when you get back, ok?" Xavier watched Raj leave, the last moment he had seen him before this flashing before his eyes. He smiled at the man that had freed him and walked out as well. He wasn't going to leave just yet but his heart definitely felt heavy. Hopefully, this was the beginning of something positive.

#xavier #operation: parent trap

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