#but towing that line is driving me crazy

[lenalee-academy]

When you’re cruising along, deep into writing a multiple pov tonyfic and come to the chapter with that one character whose actions and motivations you just can’t quite grasp.

[ayyy-pee]

ℍ𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕤

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Pairing: Sanemi Shinazugawa x Female Reader

Summary: But you can see - in those deep violet eyes of his - three little words swimming behind them that he's been itching to say to you for quite some time now. You want to say them too, have for as long as you can remember. 

But you're both Hashira. It's already enough that you both keep towing this dangerous line, finding yourselves in this exact predicament more often than not.

or

Sanemi is just so down bad for reader.

Story Warning: Smut, Alley Sex, P in V sex, Profanity bc c'mon...it's me, Vaginal Sex, Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Sanemi being bad at feelings, Secret Flings, Secretly in Love, Sneaking Around, Some canon Giyuu hate from Sanemi, Reader is a Hashira too!

Art by: krit961 (Twitter)

A/N: This is my first time writing for this fandom ever, but the Sanemi brainrot has been so INSANELY strong I just had to write SOMETHING up. It's nothing crazy and I'm rusty because it's been awhile for me but ugh. THIS ONE IS FOR YOU SANEMI!!!! Also shoutout to @lemonlover1110 for helping me with the title!

“We should head back…” You sigh, breaths coming rapidly. “Before…” A quiet gasp interrupts your words when you feel the sting of teeth sinking into your neck. “Before the others notice…”

”Fuck the others,” a gravelly voice growls into the juncture of your neck. Large hands grasp your thighs hard, holding them wide open as a hard form sits between them. “Don’t give a fuck if they notice, either. Maybe Tomioka will stop staring like a lovesick puppy if he figures it out.”

He buries his face further into your neck, grumbling against your skin. Something along the lines of “I hate that guy” and “I should gouge his eyes out”.

Your fingers slip into the snowy white tresses at the nape of his neck, gripping hard and pulling so that you can see his face. Pretty, long lashes cover hooded purple eyes that soften the moment they catch sight of you. The softness is such a contrast to the deep, pitted scars scattered along his face. But he’s beautiful all the same.

“Sanemi…”

At the sound of his name on your lips, he rolls his eyes. “If you’re gonna defend him–”

“Sanemi –”

“I don’t wanna hear it.” 

Your lips set into a deep frown, and Sanemi matches your expression, stubborn as ever. “What is your issue with Giyuu anyway?”

Sanemi scoffs, “Giyuuuuuu,” he mocks with a nasally tone. “Stop talking about him.”

“You brought him up!”

His mouth finds yours, rough and hungry, all consuming. It’s all teeth and tongue, nipping at your lips because he knows they’ll still be just swollen enough by the time you both get back. He’s marking his territory in his own way, as much as he can. Possessive and jealous, even when he knows he has no reason to be, no right to be. But he can’t help it.

You don’t belong to him, you don’t belong to anyone. Because you know it wouldn’t be smart to commit to any one person. Not in this line of work.

Sanemi has you pressed against the bamboo fencing in the darkest part of an alleyway, just outside of the Ubuyashiki Mansion with your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. It’s your usual meeting spot when you’ve been separated for some time, both of you too impatient to wait until the early morning hours when the Hashira meeting has finally ended to see each other.

“Fuck me,” Sanemi groans against your lips. He places an arm beneath your ass, holding you up as his other hand hikes your uniform skirt up to your waist. “Swear this gets shorter every time I see you.”

A giggle slips past your lips, because it absolutely gets shorter every time he sees you. You do it on purpose because you know it drives Sanemi up the wall to see little peeks of your ass and not be able to do anything about it. Makes him even crazier that he knows others can see it, too, and he can’t do anything but shoot death glares at anyone who dares to let their gazes roam. 

But you can’t let Sanemi know that. So you pout, laying your palms against his exposed chest and tracing his scars with your fingertips. You watch as his eyes flutter, sensitive to the touch. “You don’t like it? I can always request a change in uniform…”

Sanemi groans, leaning forward and kissing you hard. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare.” He presses his groin into your, evidence of his arousal against your soaking core. “You look so good in it.” His hand slinks between your bodies, thumb going straight to your clit, where he presses down, a shit eating grin spreading across his face when your back arches off the wall and you moan. “Look even better in it when you’re making that face.”

Your nails dig into his scars and Sanemi’s reaction is automatic, hips rocking forward roughly and now you’re both whining into each other’s mouths. You’re sure if anyone came across the two of you, you’d appear as this horny couple who couldn’t bother to wait until they got home to dry hump each other. And outside of the couple part, they’d be correct. Sanemi ruts against you, his erection running deliciously along your clothed cunt. Your lips slot together, tongues deep in each other’s mouths as Sanemi grunts into yours, and you keen into his.

There’s not much time to waste, you’re meant to be at the mansion soon. It would be suspicious if one Hashira, let alone two were missing when the Master arrived and if asked, the crows would spill your secrets in a heartbeat. You need to hurry. And Sanemi feels the pressure too. Even though he loves to annoy you pretending he doesn’t care about being late or cluing in the others on what’s going on, he would never disrespect the Master. 

Pausing his movements and leaning back to peer down at you, Sanemi sighs. He’s so painfully hard, his length throbbing within the confines of his uniform as he drinks in the sight of your kiss swollen lips, just the way he wanted them. And your face flushed, pupils blown wide as all hell with arousal. He’s sure he looks much the same, knowing you’re just as possessive as he is, though you hardly show it. It’s simply easier to hide your little territorial marks, the scratches you leave on him when they blend in so well among the rest of his scars.

Your fingers ghost along his chest, finding his nipples and you pinch the hardening buds, smirking when you see the way Sanemi’s eyes almost roll back. He can’t take another fucking second of this teasing. Not after he hasn’t seen you in who knows how long. He wants you badly that even your voice is enough to make him ruin his pants right now. It’s the semi-annual Hashira meeting tonight and he’s not willing to wait until Himejima is done yapping to have you.

Sanemi tugs at his uniform, getting his pants down just barely enough to pull his cock out. The tip is angry, red, just as desperate to be inside you as Sanemi. It glistens with his desire for you and you only.

“Gonna fuck you now, okay?” He tells you, hooking a finger into your undergarments and pulling them to the side. He runs his digits through your folds, hissing when he feels how drenched you are. It helps when he slips two fingers into you, mouth falling open when you throw your head back with a cry, your walls clamping around him. This Sanemi’s favorite part. Watching the way your brows knit together, how your pretty teeth dig into your plush bottom lip to bite back your moans, how your pussy makes the most lewd noises as he pumps his fingers into you.

You are glorious.

Always have been. It’s why he can never get enough of you. You’re insanely strong, clearly. You’re a Hashira, standing alongside him and some of the strongest in the corps. But you’re also blessed with a beauty that rivals every woman Sanemi has ever laid eyes on. He’s drawn to you in ways he cannot explain, ways he doesn’t need an explanation for. It’s why he hates catching the little glances from a certain other Hashira. Not that anyone knows what you two have going on, but all Sanemi knows is that he –

“Sanemi…” you whimper, eyes gazing softly at him. “Please. I need you.”

And he doesn’t need to hear more. His lips crash against yours as he swiftly pulls his fingers from you, gripping his length tightly and pumping himself. “How bad do you need me?” He asks. Because he needs you so fucking bad right now he can’t think straight. His mind is foggy, his body burns with his lust for you. 

“So, so bad, Sanemi,” you loop your arms around his neck, kissing him just as eagerly as he kisses you. “I need you more than anything.”

Sanemi groans, pressing the tip of his cock to your entrance. But his eyes never leave your face, even as the tip breaches your walls and makes him want to shut his eyes and focus on not cumming embarrassingly fast. He wants to see you, watch the way you lose yourself when he splits you open. The thought of it has him pulsing painfully in his hand. He rolls his hips forward, slowly, gritting his teeth when your wet warmth envelops him. “Still so goddamn tight for me,” he grunts. “Your greedy cunt is sucking me right in, fuck.”

Your nails dig into the fabric of Sanemi’s shirt, hanging on for dear life as Sanemi pushes deeper and deeper into you. As many times as you’ve been in this position with Sanemi, it always feels like the first time. He’s so long and thick, you have to adjust every time he slips into you.

“Oh my god,” you whine, and Sanemi pauses.

“You okay?”

“Yes…just…fuck me, please, Sanemi…”

He grips your thighs, pushing you back against the bamboo fencing to hold you in place. And then he thrusts forward, bottoming out in one swift motion and you both cry out in unison, the overwhelming pleasure making you both shudder.

“Fucking hell,” Sanemi sighs. He places his hands beneath your ass, keeping you still while he rears his hips back, only to slam back into you over and over. He pounds into your pussy at a relentless pace. Half because you’re on one hell of a time crunch, and half because he can’t help it. He feels animalistic when it comes to you, fucking into you mindlessly because it just feels so goddamn incredible. Every thrust feels better than the last, your warm walls clenching around him with each snap of his hips.

“I can’t go that long without you again…” Sanemi croaks, catching himself because he feels he’s getting too sentimental. “...without your pretty little pussy.”

“God, just say you missed me, you asshole.” You tell him, moving your own hips to meet his strokes. Though your words come out as more of this pathetic whimper than an actual demand and it makes Sanemi’s hips stutter. Just briefly. His hands on your ass lift you up before pulling you to sink back down on him.

Sanemi chuckles, leaning back just enough so that he can look between your bodies, watch the sticky strings of your slick connecting you, watch how his dick disappears. “Did you miss me?”

“Yes!” You cry when Sanemi hits a particularly tender spot. “Shit, I missed you so much, Sanemi.”

His brows rise, a little surprised by the confession, and a loud one at that. “Oh?” He kisses you hard, keeping his pace. Your confession turns him on more than he’s willing to admit. He missed you, too, though it’s harder for him to say so. Instead he fucks all of his feelings into you. 

How he misses you when you’re apart, because his thoughts are dangerously distracted wondering what you’re doing, who you’re with, if you’re alive.

How he wishes you’d be assigned missions together, so he could watch you tear a demon's head straight from their shoulders. Then find somewhere to stay the night so he can fuck you on every surface possible (He’s done this with you before. He wants to do it with you again).

How he wishes he could open his mouth and tell you how he truly feels.

But those feelings have always been foreign to him. Sanemi is lucky you understand his silence, that you accept his actions for what they are and let them speak for him. You accept everything he gives you happily. And as you tighten your legs around his waist, as you quietly let your pleasure be heard by him and him alone, as your walls clamp down around him with your release, convulsing and pulling him into you, Sanemi can only thank the Gods for every shitty circumstance that led him to you.

Does he deserve you? Probably not. Does he care? Absolutely not.

Because you chose him. This secret…whatever this is. Out of anyone in this world, you chose Sanemi.

And it’s enough to send him over the edge with you, gasping desperately for air as he tries to find your lips again. He closes his eyes, pushing himself as deep as he can as his release floods your walls. It’s so much, a build up over time and he knows his seed will be dripping out of your core before he’s even had a chance to pull out. It’s always this way. Because Sanemi doesn’t bother entertaining other women when he’s away. He only wants you. So the second he’s within the same vicinity as you, he has literally so much to give.

You never seem to mind.

Sanemi breaks the messy kiss, placing gentle, sweet pecks to your cheek before he leans back to stare down at you. That fucked out look on your face almost has him getting hard again. But you don’t have time for that, so he just watches you and you watch him. And he’s glad for the fact that you can’t see the way his mind is racing with only thoughts of you, thoughts of this feeling he’s buried so deep trying to claw its way up Sanemi’s throat.

But you can see - in those deep violet eyes of his - three little words swimming behind them that he's been itching to say to you for quite some time now. You want to say them too, have for as long as you can remember. 

But you're both Hashira. It's already enough that you both keep towing this dangerous line, finding yourselves in this exact predicament more often than not.

It's a little more than ridiculous actually, the way neither of you can resist sneaking glances, hiding touches, making excuses to leave on missions together. You and Sanemi…you're drawn to each other, your strings of fate knotted tightly together. It’s become impossible to leave each other alone. You don't think you'd be able to resist what you're doing even if you met as two civilians on the street. Hell, you couldn't resist each other all those years ago when you were low ranked corps members. 

Training was a confusing hell back then, every session filled to the brim with fury and a strange and thick tension neither of you could put your finger on until way down the line. It wasn't until one particular training session when Sanemi had you pinned to the ground, his strong hips pressing into yours, that you then understood what that tension was. The evidence was apparent in the way Sanemi's hard stare bore into yours, how the heat between your legs began to ignite when you felt Sanemi’s thick length pulse against you, how something akin to a whimper fell from his lips when his gaze snapped down quickly just in time to watch the hem of your uniform skirt slip further, enough for him to see the way your bodies seemed to just…fit.

Then his eyes were back on your face, your lips, now parted as harsh breaths escaped you. Your eyes, wide and wanting, peered up at him from beneath your lashes and Sanemi remembers this being the very moment he stopped denying what he had always known. You are breathtakingly beautiful. He also recalls this being the moment he knew he was done for. 

So when your hands found themselves placed against his not yet scarred chest, balling the sweaty fabric of his shirt in your fists…when he leaned closer and curiously rolled his hips against your clothed core and heard you let out the most captivating sound he'd ever heard, a sound he's been obsessed with since he's heard it…when he pressed his lips lightly to yours and you whispered into his mouth “I've never done this before”.

Yeah, Sanemi knew then that he was fucked. 

And though that night was not the night you'd given your virginity to Sanemi - that would happen years later - it was the night Sanemi tasted you for the first time. And he devoured you time and time again like a man starved. He would have you any way and any time that he could, if you allowed him. 

That was only the beginning.

Not much has changed in the years that you have been keeping up this arrangement with Sanemi. It's the only thing that you both keep coming back to, the only thing that feels solid. Though you both know it's stupid to feel as if anything in this line of work is not at risk. 

Every night that you lie awake, together or not, is a reminder. Every semi-annual meeting with the Hashira, mentally taking a headcount of everyone is a reminder. Every Hashira meeting without Rengoku, without Tengen is a reminder. 

Death is always standing just outside your door.

You can't afford to delude yourselves into thinking you can freely love and care for each other. Not until this thousand year war is over. Not until you are free to roam beneath the stars together without the scent of blood, the cries of pain and loss tainting the night. 

So, as you and Sanemi slip into the gates of the Ubuyashiki Mansion, your fingers brush together just briefly - a silent display of those words you dare not mutter aloud. You make your way to your respective places amongst the strongest of the Demon Slayer corps; you, next to Tomioka and Sanemi beside the Serpent Hashira. And while you quietly mingle with those around you before the Master appears, you miss the hushed conversation further down the line. 

“You reek of her,” Obanai remarks. Resting around his shoulders, his snake whips his tongue out at Sanemi in almost an agreement. 

“Shut up.”

“You're more tense than normal. Did you finally confess? Did she reject your advances?”

“I said shut up,” Sanemi growls. The chatter of everyone is already grinding on his nerves and your voice is not helping. He wants to look at you. See what - or who - has you giggling and speaking so sweetly that it's making him sick. It shouldn't matter. You can talk to whoever you want.

‘Except Tomioka,’ Sanemi thinks. But it's only because he's so clearly in love with you! He can't understand how you don't see it.

“Looks like Tomioka is making his move,” Obanai notes quietly, like he read Sanemi’s mind.

Sanemi can hear the teasing tone in his voice. The asshole is really getting a kick out of this. Even still, it's enough to have Sanemi’s gaze snapping over to you just in time to see Tomioka and you smiling sweetly at each other, nodding and whispering amongst yourselves. 

It shouldn't make Sanemi as upset as it does, just seeing you enjoy yourself with him, seeing him enjoy himself with you. Your smiles, your laughs, your kindness. It should only be for Sanemi. But you're a kind person…too kind. So kind you'd allow a monster like himself to fall in love with you.

Tomioka is much kinder, more understanding, better for you than Sanemi could ever be. 

And so, seeing you and him bond…Well, it fills Sanemi with a rage so hot he finds himself standing, eyes locked on the back of your head. You must feel it, his gaze beating down on you like rays of heat from the sun itself, because you fall silent and your head snaps around. Your eyes find Sanemi's immediately, gaze wide and questioning. 

Tomioka looks confused as well. ‘Good,’ Sanemi thinks. He can't wait to see the look on the Water Hashira's face when Sanemi does what he's been wanting to, but admittedly too scared to do for so long – claim you as his in front of everyone.

He lets the fumes of his anger fuel him, gritting his teeth so hard his jaw hurts. And then he's opening his mouth to speak, tongue on the roof of his mouth as all other chatter dies and the eyes of the other Hashira land on him. 

“I lo-”

“The Master has arrived!” Twin voices call in unison. 

And it's like muscle memory for every single Hashira, falling in line on one knee with their heads bowed as the Master approaches. His arrival extinguishes the fire that burned hazardously within Sanemi just seconds before, soothes the scorching left behind. His head is clear now, the reminder of why you both choose to keep your meetings between just you two evident.

You have a job to do. Defeating this evil comes before all things, even you. Though with the way Sanemi almost blew the lid off of your secret, he's not sure how much longer can go on without openly being with you. 

But it sparks something within him - a new fire. One that burns solely for one purpose. 

To defeat Kibutsuji Muzan…so that he can finally, and fully have you. 

[mattslolita]

come thru - m. sturniolo

warnings ; fingering , oral ( female receiving ) , slight!dom!matt

"you make wanna come thru, quarter after two, just to put it down on you."

you invited your best friends over for a movie night, like you had done since you guys had been friends since you were all younger — it was a tradition amongst you all, every weekend you guys rotated between yours and the triplets house.

right now, they had just arrived at your house, and you already laid out all the movie options for them. chris immediately made a beeline for your fridge, causing you to shake your head and roll your eyes.

"chris, you realize i'd like to actually have a pepsi for myself for once, right?" you said, turning to follow the boy into the kitchen. "you always raid them all."

"yet you keep buying them for me," chris grinned, and you leaned over the counter and shook your head at him.

you were just in an over sized ransom tee that belonged to matt and some short shorts underneath — it was quite common that you wore these types of clothes around them, so it wasn't unusual. though you had to admit, wearing a borrowed shirt from matt was making you hope he would notice.

you were definitely good at hiding it, but the feelings you've had for matt were growing even more by the day — the way he'd playfully flirt with you sometimes of course was making matters worse, and you wondered if there was a chance matt might have felt the same way as you.

now with all the snacks in tow, everyone went to their designated spots in the living room — chris was in the chair closest to the tv, whilst nick took the loveseat and decided on spreading out all over it. you and matt took the sofa, and he placed his arm behind the chair.

you could feel your cheeks get warm at the action even though he was always doing stuff like this. you tried to play it off by letting a small sigh escape your lips, and bringing your sprite can up to your lips to take a sip.

matt noticed the sigh and turned to you with a raised eyebrow. "you good?" he whispered in your ear as he leaned over.

your breath hitched and you clenched your legs together, giving him a tight-lipped smile. "i'm alright."

thankfully the movie had already started, and you found yourself more interested in it. but as the movie went on, you couldn't help but subtly look over at matt from time to time — his blue eyes were focused on the movie unlike yours currently, and you swore you were about to go crazy at the way one corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk when a funny scene came on.

your eyes then roved over his tattooed arm all the way down to his ring clad hands, finding yourself wondering how good they would feel inside you.

and that's where you drew the line.

you stood up quickly, already feeling yourself become hot and bothered, causing all three of the triplets to look up at you in confusion.

"the movie's not even done yet," nick commented, and you shot him a weary smile.

"yeah i know, i'm just...not feeling too good," you lied.

"what's wrong?" matt asked with furrowed eyebrows, and you waved him off.

"oh it's nothing, i'm just kinda tired," you lied again, "i'm just gonna go up to my room and lay down for a bit."

"you want me to come up there with you?" matt asked, beginning to stand up.

"no!" you answered quickly with wide eyes, causing his eyebrows to furrow, "sorry...i'm good, though. y'all finish the movie and just clean up when you're done. you can crash here for the night if you don't feel like driving back home, matt."

chris just shrugged and stuffed his face with some chips whilst nick nodded sympathetically and blew you a friendly good night kiss — matt watched you as you walked upstairs quickly, before he turned his attention back to the movie playing.

once you got into your room, the first thing you did was close your door and let out a big sigh, then you went to dim your lights and turn on some music — the triplets already knew you went to sleep with music for the most part, but sleep wasn't exactly what you needed the music for.

you sat back on your bed as you pulled your shorts off of yourself and slowly ran a hand over your lace underwear, feeling the slight wetness. throwing your head back, you closed your eyes and thought of matt, causing a small moan to slip from your lips.

"fuck..." you sighed, picturing matt as you rubbed circles around your clit, biting your lip to suppress a moan.

you completely ditched your underwear as you continued rubbing circles around your clit, imagining matt's voice in your ear telling you how good of a girl you were being for him.

a slightly louder moan escaped your mouth but you were too caught up in the feeling to care. "fuck, matt..."

"woah."

the sound of matt's voice caused you to gasp loudly as he stood there with his jaw slightly dropped, looking at you in shock and — amusement?

your cheeks burned as you found yourself wanting to fall off the face of the earth. "um...how much of that did you witness?"

"enough, actually," matt said, a slight smirk appearing on his features as he walked into your room and closed the door behind him. "so i'm who you think about when you touch yourself, y/n?"

now your cheeks burned even more as matt watched you with an amused expression, and you found yourself unable to form words. embarrassment filled your body at what just happened. "this is so embarrassing, what the fuck."

you hung your head as you felt the bed dip in front of you — matt lifted your chin with his index finger, prompting you to look up at him. "don't be embarrassed, sweetheart. all you had to do was ask for some help."

a low gasp was about to escape your lips before matt crashed his onto yours, silencing whatever sound was to come out of your mouth next — your tongues battled for dominance but you let matt do all the exploring in your mouth.

as he continued kissing you his tattooed arm went down to race circles on your thighs, causing a small whimper to escape your lips. a smirk resided on matt's features against your lips.

he began tracing circles near your inner thighs, causing you to whimper again at the way he was teasing you — his ring clad hand finally found its way in between your thighs, as he rubbed your folds back and forth.

"matt, please," you begged, "please touch me."

"what's that, baby?" matt whispered in your ear, running a hand ever so teasingly over your folds, "you want me to touch you?"

unable to form words at how crazy he was driving you, you just nodded with a little whimper — without warning, matt shoved one of his ringed fingers inside you, causing you to let out a loud whine.

"oh matt..." you moaned out, as he repeatedly pumped his finger in and out of you, "fuck..."

"look at you, fucking my finger like the needy slut you are," matt whispered into your ear, placing a kiss on your neck, "you like it when i touch you like this, don't you?"

"fuck, i really do matt," you whined, as he added another ringed finger inside of you just then.

the pace of his fingers sped up inside you, repeatedly hitting your g spot as you arched your back to give him more access — moans and whimpers repeatedly escaped your mouth as matt continued working his magic inside you, then you felt that familiar feeling in your stomach.

"matt, i'm close," you whimpered out, as he still left kisses along your neck, "i'm gonna cum."

matt stopped with his fingers inside you and took them out, causing you to look at him with furrowed eyebrows — with a grin he licked your arousal off of his fingers causing you to bite your lip as he spread your thighs and pushed your stomach back.

"i want you to cum all over me, sweetheart."

you felt your pussy pulsate at the way matt looked at you hungrily, as he peppered kisses along your thighs — he left small kisses on your folds causing you to whine out. "matt, don't tease me..."

he smirked up at you then shoved his tongue inside you, nipping and sucking on your clit. you moaned out at the feeling, arching your hips upward as he maintained eye contact with you while lapping up your pussy.

"fuck y/n, you taste so fucking good," matt groaned as he came up momentarily, his lips covered in your juices.

your hand went down to tug at his hair as he continued eating you out, and you felt the feeling in your stomach yet again. "oh my gosh, matt i'm gonna..."

"give it to me, baby," matt breathed, "cum all over me."

you released all over matt's face, a plethora of moans and a string of curses leaving your lips as your grip on his hair tightened slightly — matt lapped up all your juices, coming up from between your legs and grinning down at you, his face coated in your arousal.

"you have no idea how bad i've wanted to do that," matt breathed out, as he fell down on your bed beside you.

you had finally caught your breath from the mind blowing orgasm and upon realizing what he just said, your cheeks heated. "you should've been done that."

matt turned to the side and smirked at you. "so does that mean you'll let me more often?"

"if it's gonna feel that good every time, then hell yeah," you giggled, "let's just hope nick and chris don't freak out."

( i hope you enjoyed this my loves, sorry for not posting the past two days ! i love you all, muah💌 )

[ilguna]

Piano Sessions: Style + Finnick Odair -- reader x Finnick faking a relationship to gain favor in Capitol, but real feelings develop, maybe have them towing that line in the lead-up to Quarter Quell

�� style (Finnick Odair) ☼

warnings; swearing, use of the term 'good girl' kinda in a gross way, mention of gore, brief mention of the morphlings.

wc; 2.9k

notes; Piano Sessions: songfic, Style by Taylor Swift.

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Finnick Odair is one of those victors that you have never been able to properly figure out, despite knowing him for almost eight years.

Every time you think that you’ve finally got a handle on his thought process and the way he acts, he strays, surprising you. Over the years, his impulse decisions have slowly declined, as his situation with the Capitol and District Four stabilized. However, with recent problems rising, it’s brought back his unpredictability. 

For some reason, you don’t have this issue with any of the other victors. In fact, you could read them like an open book, cracking their spines in the process because you can delve deep. It’s really not that hard to sniff out secrets in their seemingly perfect facades when you’ve been doing it for so long.

It’s a talent, really. One that not a lot of people appreciate. What happens is that they find it irritating when you know their intentions before they’ve had the chance to approach you. Most of the time, they have this look in their eye, giving it away. You don’t even need to search half the time because of it.

That’s why you can tell that Finnick is up to something right now, but you don’t know exactly what it is. From what you’ve gathered so far from the stolen glances in your direction, is that it has something to do with you. He’s just waiting for the right moment to talk to you.

Which is driving you crazy. You’re not sure what the right moment could possibly be, especially now that the two of you are on a train being shipped to the Capitol in their custody. This is not just another year of mentoring, where every thought can wait until you’re ready. You’re District Four’s tributes in the Quarter Quell, unspoken words could mean life or death. They can change the trajectory of the Games.

He knows this, of course. Probably better than anybody.

You suck in a breath through your nose, rolling your head in his direction, making eye contact right as he glances at you again. Instead of looking away immediately, the two of you enter a silent staring contest.

It doesn’t last for long. “Are you going to say it or are you going to keep looking at me?” You ask.

Finnick offers you a small smile, getting up from where he’s sitting on the plush train couch to go to you. Where you’re sitting at the dining table, enjoying the bottomless pot of sweet tea that the avoxes provide.

A laugh leaves him. “I was thinking, while we’re in the Capitol, we could fake a relationship to gain more favor.” He says nonchalantly. It’s so relaxed coming from his mouth that you almost feel ridiculous when you choke on your drink. “So that we have nothing to worry about with sponsors in the arena.”

You raise a napkin to your lips, clearing your throat, trying to get the burning pain to subside quicker.

“And it could work out in your favor too, you’ll get allies.” He continues. “Since we both know that you have a special talent for driving people away.”

You raise your eyebrows, blinking, absolutely speechless. This is exactly what you mean when you say that Finnick makes it so difficult for you to pin him down. And you’re not referring to the add-on at the end. You’re talking about the way he just casually suggested for the two of you to fake a relationship.

“Have you hit your head recently?” You ask.

“No.” He lets out a light laugh. “You can’t tell me I’m wrong, especially about the sponsor part.”

You know he’s not wrong. Your ability to anticipate intentions have lost you a good handful of friendships over the years, particularly in District Four. Your former friends saw you as an opportunity for money after your win, despite having plenty of it for themselves. So, you lost them. You told them to get lost. 

It’s stunted a lot of potential friendships since, and it’s because you’re entirely too suspicious to let new people in right away. It happened with Finnick, even though he was the one to really mentor you before going inside. You couldn’t quite place your finger on him, which makes sense seven and a half years later. He doesn’t have a consistent personality.

Still, on the other hand, your gut feeling has given you a chance to grow in other areas. Like with the Capitol, for example. You used it to your advantage during your Games, like when you interacted with the tributes around you. You knew what the Gamemakers were looking for with scoring, giving you a higher one than you deserved.

You simultaneously flattered the Capitol while talking about yourself during the interview with Caesar, getting you a step in the door. It truly isn’t difficult to sweep the Capitol off their feet in the first place, but you managed to do it so effortlessly that they held onto you. They cared about what happened to you in the arena.

When you won, it only continued from there. You became the Capitol’s favorite female darling, because Finnick was their male. It wasn’t long before you were the good girl, you couldn’t do anything wrong. Even when your tongue accidentally slipped and you showed some of your true colors.

So, while Finnick isn’t wrong about allies, he’s far off about sponsors. It’ll work more in his favor than it will in yours. Although, with his own fairly decent sized sponsor list, you two could blow the competition out of the water with your combined efforts.

But then again, you don’t really care about having allies right now. They don’t inherently matter until you’re in the Capitol, and even then with the chaos going on in the districts, you need to figure out who will be good to have around. You volunteered knowing full well you were signing up to go blind, which is why your whole plan revolves around analyzing the mindsets of the other tributes.

Especially when it comes to Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark, but you know how difficult they can be. You’ll be looking at Haymitch for real direction when it comes to the rebels. His teenagers sparked the rebellion, and the rest of you will make sure that it gets set ablaze.

Finnick’s plan is almost meaningless. And so is he, to you, in some capacity. You don’t need him, you haven’t in years. If he’d been paying attention to that recently, he’d know that you’re self-sufficient in the Capitol, and you’ve never been afraid of approaching other tributes. This year will be even easier since you’re all victors, anyway.

Finnick’s proposition is just so bizarre. 

Here’s the thing—it’s been a while since you’d heard from him. The last time you held a genuine conversation beyond the formalities was a year and a half ago, when you’d decided that you were done with his whirlwind romance. He would suck you into his own personal vortex, and the only reason why you’d get spat out would be because he wasn’t interested anymore.

And it’s not like this happened once, it was multiple times. The reason why you kept going back was because your relationship before hadn’t been like that. It changed a couple months after Annie Cresta won her Games. One day, you two were stable. Next, there were more issues than you could take care of, which would be the beginning of the end.

Of course, you tried to fix every problem you had, but it didn’t feel like you were making progress. So, the next solution came to be an on-and-off relationship. You would get together, everything would be fine for a couple months, and then you’d break up. By the time he wanted you back, you’d be over the fight, and you’d go right back to him.

You thought that after the last time, he’d be done. Yet here he is, surprising you again.

“Come on, (Y/n), it’ll work out in our favor.” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“It’ll work out in your favor.” You correct him. “I don’t care either way, and I think you knew that already.”

Finnick tilts his head with a knowing smile. “You caught me, but I meant what I said about allies. I have an in, and you don’t. You’ll be able to skip the processing time with me.” He winks.

He must be talking about the rebels. It makes you wonder how he’s been talking to them, especially Haymitch, or anyone else that might be involved in higher places, besides District Four. Your home has been making quite the uproar since the news of the Quarter Quell, it’s just gotten worse recently. They’ve basically flooded every possible open space with the Peacekeepers, afraid of the Mayor being overthrown. Or worse, joining in on the rebellion. Which is why they replaced the old Head Peacekeeper with a new one, and she’s a fucking bitch.

“Let me guess, I’ll have to follow your lead?”

He makes a face, “Not exactly. I can’t be in charge of an alliance that large, so I’m sure we’ll all be given a part to take care of.”

You squint at him as the realization that this is a terrible idea dawns on you. You have to admit, it’s a creative way to get you back into his arms after so long, but if it’s anything like the past ten times, you know where this leads. And you know that you should tell him to leave, but you won’t.

“Fine, I’ll pretend to be your girlfriend.” You emphasize.

Finnick gives you a dimpled smile. “I knew you’d agree.”

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The Capitol has been eventful in its own boring way this past week.

In terms of training and impressing the Gamemakers, there wasn’t anything new. You showed up to the gym, you played around with their toys, and you’d go back to the apartment at the end of the day. From the outside looking in, no one’s been able to tell that there’s more going on in the background.

If they looked closer, they’d see that you’ve been conspiring with victors that you haven’t shown interest in the past. That you’ve been getting along with Johanna and morphlings, when rivalries and distaste haven’t been hidden from the public. That you haven’t been their perfect little darling all week.

With the Games quickly approaching, and happening as soon as tomorrow, it’s been hard to keep the anticipation from boiling over. Especially since Haymitch’s plan has finally been smoothed out, after days of working out the kinks.

At the beginning of training, you scoped out Katniss and Peeta. Truth be told, they weren’t sure about how they felt about you. After some proving, Katniss was able to admit to Haymitch that she knows something is off with you. LIke you can read her thoughts and act on them before they’re fully formed. All Peeta could say was that he thinks you’re nice and looking for peace.

This gave Haymitch an idea, which eventually led to him giving you a role—just as Finnick said he would. It’s pretty obvious how distrustful Katniss can be with Finnick, and so you’re expected to placate her, in hopes that Finnick will be able to keep control of any given situation. You told them that you’d try your best. 

If Katniss can already sense what you’re doing, it’s only a matter of time before she fully catches on and shuts you down. Once that happens, there will be no coming back. She’s stubborn, so she’ll go out of her way to ignore you and your advice. You can see it coming.

Until then, you’ll keep your promise.

“And you’re finished!” One of the prep team members sighs. He backs up, hands pressed against his chest with a dreamy look in his eye. “We’re right on time, too. They haven’t been waiting long.”

You get up from where you’re sitting on the stool, watching as your dress glimmers in the soft light. Immediately, someone jumps to fluff out the back, not wanting it to be flat. A floor-length mirror is moved to be in front of you, allowing you to see the iridescent dress. It’s primarily blue, sometimes purple, rarely pink unless you move a certain way.

“Like a soap bubble.” Your stylist remarks. “Clean.”

Of course, the colors were done with a purpose. To continue to project the idea that you’re the Capitol’s perfect darling. Maybe it’s done with the hopes that they’ll take it easy on you inside of the arena, but their opinions will change over time. They’ll smile through the gore and murder. They’ll be outraged when you try to escape.

“Thank you.” You murmur, heading for the door.

The boy seemingly jumps to open the door for you, and then he stops. You look over your shoulder at your stylist, face twisted, hoping he’ll tell him to get out of your way. Instead, you’re met with an open box, and laying right in the middle of black satin is a pair of white gloves.

They’ve got to be kidding, you think. As you force a smile to your face, you reach for the gloves, pulling them on one at a time. They’re foreign, material slightly uncomfortable against your soft hands. 

Now they open the door, letting you out.

You leave your room, going down the hall and into the living area to find Mags and Finnick. You’re greeted with a warm smile, Finnick moving across the room to hold your hand as you go down the few steps.

“Gloves?” He questions, rubbing his thumb over the material.

“I’m clean.” You roll your eyes, he lets out a breath through his nose.

“Of course you are.” He reaches to tuck a stray hair behind your ear, eyes fixated on yours.

“You’ve got that daydream look in your eye.” You murmur, stroking the side of his cheek with the back of your finger. 

It’s a look that you’re familiar with. It’s sexy, sultry. It’s what your mind clings on to when you think about him, when you dream about getting back together with him. You know that it’s a facade that he puts on for the Capitol, but he’s perfected it over these years. You can’t help falling for it, too.

“You have that red lip, classic look that I like.” Finnick murmurs. “My type in every way.”

Yes, you know. You’re Finnick’s type, because you started it. You’re the girl he loves so much that he can never get enough of, even when you’re not together. So every girl that he dates now has to have some quality of yours, because you’re the blueprint. And all the girls that come after are the copies, second editions. Clones.

But he never really needs them, because when you go crashing down, you come back every time. By your will, or the universe’s, you can never stay apart for long. You thought that the last break up was it, yet you’re here again, back to taking care of each other. You love him.

You think you love him.

“It’s time to go, we’re going to be late for check-in!” Your escort warns you two, coming down the steps. “To the elevator, let’s go.”

You reluctantly pull away from Finnick, offering him a small smile. He motions for you to go first, following behind you casually. Your escort is the last to leave the apartment, but she’s quick to enter the elevator first. She presses the buttons, holds the doors to ensure you all make it on, and then relaxes.

Once you’re on the ground floor, she loses interest in control, pushing you and Finnick to join the rest of the victors, while she takes care of the rest. This is the last time you’ll see your stylist, prep team and Mags for the night. They’ll be in the crowd, somewhere in the front row, where you’ll be able to see them when you’re on stage.

The interviews haven’t started yet, but they will be soon, judging by the giant clock on the wall, counting down from ten minutes. There’s victors scattered everywhere, friends having their own conversations. Johanna catches you two through a brief glance, waving you over to join her.

Your pace doesn’t change. You play with one of the fingers of the glove. “What’s your plan for the interview? I heard an idea going around, and I was thinking of joining in, but I wanted to hear what you’re doing first.”

“I wrote a poem.” Finnick shrugs, “For a girl.”

You blink, face twisting as you slow down. “Why would you do a poem for me when I’m with you?”

Finnick opens his mouth, and then closes it.

Your body warms as you come to a stop in the hallway. Finnick’s lips are pressed together, head slightly tilted. “It’s for Annie, isn’t it?” You ask. “I heard you’ve been out and about with some other girl.”

Some other girl, you mock in your head. It’s Annie. He’s been out with Annie, part of the reason why you think your relationship has failed in the past. It’s no coincidence it started after she won. You had a feeling there was something going on between them before you left District Four, but you were just going to ignore it because it couldn’t have been true. Finnick wouldn’t cheat.

“What you heard is true, but I can’t stop thinking about you and I.” Finnick reaches to take your hands, squeezing them. 

You sigh, “I’ve been there too a few times.”

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this was part of my 3k celebration!!

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Then There Was You ❤️

Summary; Eddie's ex left him heartbroken and you were there to pick up the pieces.

Eddie should be happy that Jessie is back but there's you, you who put the pieces of his broken heart back together, who made him smile on his worst days.

(This is just a lil fic to get me back into the swing of writing)

Warnings; Angst, heartache, fluff, minors dni

Likes or reblogs are much appreciated ❤️

I don't give anyone permission to copy, reuse or repost my work.

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Eddie is smiling as you wake up, his fingers gently caressing your hair as you curl into his chest.

Mornings have been like this for a while, lazy and full of sleepy kisses, affection and the urge to do nothing but lay with each other, limbs entwined as the sun rises.

It's bad though... Bad because you can't risk falling even more for Eddie than you already have.

This was just meant to be sex between the two of you, meaningless, mindblowing sex to take Eddie's mind off his heartache from his ex leaving him.

Jessie had broken Eddie's heart two months ago by calling him a loser, good for nothing and driving away with Josh Harris in tow.

"He's actually making something of his life Munson, not working in a shitty garage and being a total loser"

In truth you had never liked Jessie at any point of the almost nine months she had been dating Eddie, she was stone cold but Eddie was too lovesick to see it.

Until it was too late. Then he came to yours a few nights after you left and you both got a little bit drunk and slept together.

It was the best sex you'd ever had and before both of you knew it the two of you were meeting up every chance you could.

Most of the night was about sex but there was lots of talking too, Eddie opening up to you and you to him, a lot of laughter shared and good times.

Two months down the line and pesky feelings had took root, you were hopelessly in love with Eddie.

There was this nagging feeling though that at some point Jessie would swan right back into Eddie's life, begging for forgiveness.

As for as you knew Eddie still loved her though you were too scared to ask and hear the answer for real.

"Hey, sleepyhead. How's my girl?" my girl him saying that makes you giddy even though you tell yourself not to get your hopes too high that he feels the same.

"Hmm, too early. Need kisses" he grins and dips down to kiss you.

"With fucking pleasure milady" you giggle as his stubble tickles your neck, he stops kissing you for a second and stares at you, his expression sweet, full of tenderness.

"You're so beautiful" he sighs and those three words make your heart beat like crazy.

"Right back atcha handsome" his cheeks turn pink and he hides his face in your hair, it's so cute and the morning only gets sweeter as you stay in bed kissing and cuddling.

It's a beautiful morning, you and Eddie in your own little bubble. You should have known it wouldn't last...

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"Eddie, the pasta will get cold" you giggle as he kisses you, one hand caressing your face while the other sneakily grabs your ass.

"Wanna keep kissing you princess" he pouts and you giggle leaving closer to him as your lips capture his and he sighs in contentment.

Unfortunately, as you are getting a little hot and heavy there's a knock at the door.

"Bet that is Dustin, you know he loves your pasta dinners" you grin at Eddie and rush to open the door.

It's not Dustin, no who it is makes your heart sink.

Jessie is standing outside and smiles at Eddie when she sees him, she rushes over and hugs him and he stands shockas at she kisses his cheek and apologises.

"I'm so sorry honey, what I said was out of line, I never should have left. You're my Eddie bear and I've missed you". The sight of her hugging him makes you go cold, she's back and you know Eddie must be thrilled, angry yes but thrilled she came back to him.

She turns to you.

"Oh it's you" she huffs and Eddie goes to respond but you get there first.

"I should go. Leave you two to talk" Eddie shakes his head.

"Wait, sweetheart, you don't have to go" The option is to stay and witness their reunion which will inevitably turn loved up and you don't think your heart can handle it.

"You both need to talk" you repeat and grab your jacket, hiding your tears until your out the door.

Jessie is back and Eddie will be so happy, the tears fall down quickly and you wipe them away, hurrying to your car and heading home.

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The next night Robin takes you to The Hideout and you're trying your very best to not fall apart, she knows all about Eddie and has spent the last ten minutes glaring at him.

Unbeknownst to you he's spent the last twenty sneaking glances at you and longing looks but Robin is too irate to notice that.

"It's fine Robin, I knew it was a no strings attached gig" she huffs.

"You're heartbroken so it wasn't that for you was it? You get tossed aside because the bitch is back" at this point Eddie walks up to you and Robin looks set to cuss him out so you manoeuvre Eddie away from her wrath.

"Hey," he runs his hand through his hair.

"I didn't expect her to come back," he tells you honestly and you know that's true but it's always been an eventuality that you knew could happen, that you dreaded.

"I bet you're happy though, deep down. Sure she apologised and stuff" he sighs.

"She did, wanted to pick things up where they left off. I... I slept on the couch and have had barely any sleep, just a lot of shit rattling in my mind"

Eddie looks pained at that moment, reaching out to you but looking so unsure of what to say so you decide to just cut to the chase.

"Look, It's okay, I always knew she would come back Eddie, this was just fun right?" you try to portray that you're aloof and that your heart isn't breaking but the emotions threaten to spill over.

"Right..." Eddie murmurs and you smile, it feels so fake and you wonder if he can see right through it but Jessie is soon beside Eddie and it hurts your already sore heart.

"Eddie, your friend is here again" she sounds so unenthused and you would love nothing more than to tell her a few home truths but you can't get the words out.

"I'll see you around Munson" You smile weakly and he swallows, big brown eyes gazing at you, full of many emotions, something you can't place.

"See you around? Maybe tomorrow we could... You cut him off as Jessie glares at him, hanging off his arm like a limpet.

"I'll probably be busy for a little while, work is hectic so maybe in a couple of weeks or something?"

"Weeks" he mumbles and you think you hear pain in his voice but dismiss it. You were just a fuck buddy nothing more, you were just getting your hopes up for nothing.

"Goodbye Eddie," you tell him and gently kiss his cheek. You feel his eyes on you as you go and resist every urge to look back at him.

Once you're gone Eddie feels a hollowness in his chest, like someone carved out his heart and stomped on it.

Jessie is fluttering around him and he stares at her feeling fury build inside of him.

"Why are you here?" she stops talking at that moment and looks at him stunned.

"Excuse me?" she demands.

"Why are you here? You swan back into my life like you didn't decide the grass was greener on fucking Josh Harris's side, like you didn't call me a loser and shit. Make me feel like nothing"

She looks lost for words, mouthing wordlessly.

"It was a mistake" he snorts.

"After two months you realise it was a mistake? What shit didn't work out with Josh so Eddie is a good ol back up huh?" her guilty expression gives it away.

"Unbelievable. I'm right aren't I?" she bites her lip.

"Come on Eddie. I apologised, I still love you" he shakes his head, no she loves that he was smitten for her, that she thought he would be easily manipulated.

"No, you don't, I loved you once yeah but it doesn't compare even a fraction to what I feel for... His eyes widen and her expression turns thunderous.

"For who? Yn? Are you fucking kidding me?" her anger makes him even more annoyed.

"You have no right to be pissed. You left and she was amazing, fucking amazing, at first it was just casual, just sex between us but I spent more time with her and yeah I fell in love with her, I love her" It's the first time he's said it out loud and it feels so good to let out.

"I love her," he says again and smiles then immediately face palms. Shit! He loved you bit he had no idea how you felt, you said it was just casual but he knows you so well, you were hiding your emotions.

Because you thought he still loved Jessie, he groans and turns to Jessie, her hand is on her hips and she looks pissed.

"I love her. You left and let's face it, we were never a good match anyway were we? We're done, Jessie, for good. Go find some other poor dickhead to make your bitch instead yeah?" he leaves her standing there and is determined to see you.

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The urge to find Jessie and cuss her out for hurting Eddie is strong, however you tamper that down with some ice cream and a cocktail.

Eddie was a big boy, if he wanted to give Jessie another chance then it was up to him, even though it was killing you inside you would just have to deal with it.

Move on... the despair threatens to overwhelm you again so you decide to watch a movie, not a rom com, something spooky and scary, it occurs to you tonight would be movie night for you and Eddie and it sours your mood again.

Robin insisted you tell him how you feel but you didn't see what good that would do. It would just make Eddie more confused than he already was.

Lightning flashes in the sky, thunder rumbles as rain pelts down on the windows outside, and the storm threatening to hit Hawkins had finally begun.

Listening to the rain was calming to you, in fact, you had almost nodded off when the lights began to flicker erratically before going out completely.

You sure hoped you could find some candles stat, just as you were in the process of lighting a bunch of them your doorbell rings.

Probably Robin.

"Robin? Did you forget your keys again?" you open the door and Eddie is standing soaked to the bone, holding a now extinguished candle.

"Uh, the storm is crazy huh?" you pull him inside, filled with worry.

"You'll catch your death out there Eddie. Could have waited until morning to come you know?" he shakes his head.

"This couldn't wait. I had to see you" he shrugs of his jacket and places the candle on the table.

"Where's Jessie?" you ask even know you're not sure if you even want to know.

He shrugs. ''Don't know, don't care princess" his attitude makes you do a double take.

"I don't understand. This is what you wanted for her to come back? You love her?" his attitude was confusing you, why wasn't he happy.

"I did want her to come back. For a little while it's all I wanted. Then it faded and she came back, you think I would be happy but I'm not because it's been a day and I've barely seen you and I'm going crazy"

He strokes your cheek and you lean into him, hope filling your chest.

"All the time with Jessie and I've never felt a fraction for her or any woman the way I feel about you"

His eyes are shining brightly, full of...love.

"Eddie?" he kisses your forehead and you can feel your heart race.

"I don't want Jessie, haven't for a long time. I've fallen in love with you, head over heels in love with you princess"

His lips meet yours, he kisses you deeply, thumb stroking your cheek. "I love you" he repeats and you can't help the tears that fall down your cheeks, happy tears.

"Oh, I love you too Eddie. I've been wanting to say for a while but then Jessie came back and I thought I'd lost my chance" he kisses you again.

"I should have told you sooner sweetheart. Every day waking up to you in my arms is something I love more than anything, I love you"

His forehead rests against yours and he holds you close.

"Kinda spooky outside huh princess? Might need extra cuddles tonight?" you giggle and wrap your arms around him.

You know full well he loves storms and have caught him outside without a care in the world.

"Mmm, I love you, Eddie" he takes your hand leading you to your room where you make love all night long.

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Jessie was long gone within a few days, she announced she was too good for Hawkins and went off with Josh yet again.

Not that you and Eddie noticed, it was Robin and Nancy who told you the whole story, you had kinda been busy lavishing in the love bubble you and Eddie were in.

You didn't expect to fall in love with Eddie or any of this to happen but you're so happy that it did.

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[ghoststyles]

Fairway to Heaven - Part 4

WC: 7.4K

TW: Mentions of sexual assault, harassment.

Read Part 1 | Read Part 2 | Read Part 3

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The summer turns into fall, and Briar and Harry are living in their bubble of bliss. They’re professional when at Wynnewood, but a full-on domestic couple in private. Briar started her MBA, and Harry is thriving at work, finally finding the balance he’s been craving. 

Uncle Patrick has completely warmed up to the couple, inviting them over for dinner and drinks regularly. Harry continuously charms her Aunt Meredith, and bonds with each of her brothers, talking about golf, music, and Marvel movies. One day, Briar received a text from her Uncle Patrick; All 6 of her favorite guys smiling in a group photo on the 14th hole of Wynnewood. Her heart was positively bursting.

Gus’s preferences shift as well; Before Harry, Briar was Gus’s whole world. Now, she’s the last to be greeted when they walk in the door, and is given a deathly side eye if she joins the two of them on HER bed. Harry sneaks out for a run in the mornings when he stays at Briar’s, always bringing Gus with him for the first half mile.

If Briar heads over to Harry’s, Gus is usually in tow. He even bought Gus a bed and some toys to make him feel at home. 

Caroline and Briar made amends a week after their trip to the city. They’ve known each other long enough to know they need time to cool off and collect their thoughts. Briar invited Caroline out to breakfast with her and Harry, so they can meet and get to know one another. Caroline sent Briar a text to let her know Harry seems like a great guy, and if she’s happy, then they’re all happy.

Briar is halfway through her shift on the back course when she hears another cart pull up behind her.

“There’s my beer angel!” Niall shouts, lifting her up in the air from behind.

“Oi! Hands off,” Harry snaps, glaring at him. He shoves Niall out of the way, giving Briar a gentle kiss. 

“Hi, Birdie,” he whispers. 

“Hi, Daddy,” she whispers into his mouth, praying Niall is out of earshot. To prying eyes, their exchange is disgusting. 

Niall is sifting through her cooler, trying to find the coldest Mich Ultra. 

“Niall!” Harry yells, throwing his hands up. “You’re paying for that.”

“What’re you, her security guard?” Niall laughs, popping open the beer.

“Harry, it’s fine,” Briar assures, touching his arm gently.

He huffs, still glaring at Niall.

“Who’s winning?” Briar asks, unsure if she’s poking a bear.

“Me!” Niall laughs. “I think your boy is a bit distracted.”

“He’s had some lucky shots,” Harry grumbles.

Briar rubs his arm before wrapping hers around his waist. The course is relatively empty today, so she feels comfortable being so close to him. Since revealing their relationship to Niall, he’s taken the liberty of cracking a joke at every opportunity. 

“When is your shift over?” Harry asks, leaning his cheek down on top of her head.

“Mmm, I offered to stay late today. Probably closer to 6,” she sighs, not wanting to let go of him.

“Okay, love birds, hurry up. I gotta stay warmed up if I’m gonna drop the hammer on H here,” Niall rolls his eyes, jumping back on the cart.

Briar’s heart flutters at Niall’s frivolous use of the word ‘love’. Harry squeezes her one more time before returning to their cart. 

“We’re Audi 5000,” Harry says, holding up the peace sign while stepping on the gas and driving away.

“Yeah, that didn’t make you sound 100 years old!” she yells out, laughing at them. 

“LL Cool J is the man!” he shouts back. 

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On her midday break, she heads into the dining room to say hi to Cam. Their schedules haven’t lined up recently.

“Hey girl!” Cam gleams, waving her over. “Haven’t seen you in forever!”

“I know! And life has been crazy,” she plops down on one of the bar stools. 

Cam puts the glassware in her hands on the bar and leans over, placing her chin on her palms, “Soooo. How’s Harry?” 

Briar can’t hide the smile on her face. “Everything is good. Better than good, really.”

“Sorry if you take offense to this, but I’m imagining the sex is fucking incredible.”

“You’d be correct. No offense taken,” Briar giggles.

“Ugh, I need to get laid,” Cam admits, not caring if her patrons at the bar hear her. 

“Want me to get the low down on Niall for you?” 

“It wouldn’t hurt, but something tells me I can probably pull him on my own,” she laughs. 

Briar laughs, “yeah, you’re right.”

The two girls chat for a little longer, catching up on other club gossip. Briar heads back out to her cart, only to find a tiny stuffed owl sitting on the seat. She looks around, unsure where he could be. Her heart swells at the gesture.

She drives around hoping to find Harry, her new companion sitting on the cart’s tiny dashboard. Rounding the corner to the back half of the course, she spots a figure on the 14th hole, just as the sun is setting. 

She smiles, loving that this has become their spot. He acknowledges her, his smile lighting up as she gets closer. She parks her cart parallel to his, barely putting hers in park before she launches herself into his cart.

“Woah, nelly!”

“Hi, Daddy,” she says, kissing next to his ear, smelling his shampoo.

“Hi, Birdie. How’s your day?”

“Good. I love my new little friend,” she says, looking over at the little owl. 

“I almost bought you a little chick, but this one stood out to me more,” he smiles. “What’re you gonna name him?”

Without skipping a beat, Briar says, “Joaquin.”

Harry juts out his lip, nodding his head. “I like it.”

She shuffles to hover over Harry’s hips, her skirt fanning out to cover both of their laps. Harry looks down, grinning at her deviously.

“Panties off, Birdie,” he says assertively.

She gasps, heat sneaking up from her neck to her cheeks. “Are you sure, Daddy?”

He keens at her response. His brave girl. “Mhm. We’ll be real careful,” he says, unbuckling his belt. He lifts both of them so he can pull his pants over his ass. She pulls her thong off, setting it off to the side.

The sun is setting, and the course is essentially empty. The hustle and bustle leaving them with the calming sounds of the wooded area beside them.

“Where’s Niall?” Briar asks, looking around.

“Left a bit ago.”

“O-okay,” she says, nodding. Briar perches herself on the bench beside him. She leans down, looking up at him before touching.

“Go ahead baby, get me out so you can fuck yourself on my cock next,” he rasps.

Briar’s stomach is stirring with excitement; the idea of being caught sending a shiver down her spine. She touches him over his briefs lightly, his cock twitching in response. She fishes him out, immediately kissing his tip and giving small licks on the top half of his dick. While she busies herself, Harry reaches his hand around to play with her pussy. She’s already dripping, so Harry inserts two fingers and starts fucking her. 

She moans as she wraps her lips around him, not caring if the whole club can see them. Briar runs her tongue along the juicy veins before sucking him further. Taking a deep breath, she braces to take him deeper. She’s been practicing relaxing her throat.

Harry grunts loudly, taking his right hand to press down on the back of her neck. She takes his encouragement, only wanting to take him deeper. She inches her way until her nose is buried in his pubic hair. She gurgles, pulling off of him abruptly to gasp for air.

“Took me so deep, baby. So fucking proud,” Harry beams, not believing this girl is his. “Make me happier every day.”

Her pussy is dripping, unable to wait another second. He removes his fingers before sticking them in his mouth. 

“Daddy, I need you,” she pouts, moving to sit back on his lap, his cock just barely swiping her center.

“Go ahead baby, take what’s yours,” he instructs, eager to see her take control. Indirectly, of course.

She reaches between them, gripping his cock to line it up with her needy hole. Every part of her wants to sink down as fast as possible, but she opts to sink down deliciously and slowly. They gasp and moan in unison, Harry’s eyes rolling back a bit. 

“So deep!” she screams, her head falling back. 

Instead of telling her to be quiet, he reaches around her to raise her head back up and stuffs his middle and ring finger in her mouth. She welcomes the intrusion, swirling her tongue between them. He pushes further back in her mouth, choking her a bit, while thrusting up to meet her bounces.

He removes his fingers for a quick second, leaving her gasping for air as she’s bouncing all over his cock. He wants so badly to pull her tits out, but that’s too risky. He shoves his fingers back in her mouth. Reaching between them, he rubs her clit furiously, knowing she’s getting close.

Her bounces are becoming less rhythmic and more sloppy. He smiles at her, “C’mon, Birdie, take it.”

She slurs around his fingers, “I’m gonna cum, Daddy. I’m so close.” His fingers are so big in her mouth, making her sound like she has a lisp.

“I want it baby, give it to me,” he grits out, still rubbing her clit. She stops all movement, her head slamming down onto Harry’s shoulder, letting out an extended whine. He thrusts into her a few more times, spilling everything in him. She feels warm and heavenly. 

Harry lazily looks around, spotting no one around them. He scratches her back, encouraging her to lift herself off of him.

“Ughn,” Briar whines as she goes to stand.

“I know, Birdie. Did so good f’me.”

She pulls off, feeling his cum drip down her thighs. She reaches for her discarded panties, before Harry snatches them.

“Uh-uh, nope,” he says, shoving them in his pocket.

“Daddy!” she says, shocked. This feels so scandalous. 

“Hope it isn’t breezy,” he says, winking before kissing her neck. He shoos her back to her cart. She grabs his golf towel, laying it down before sitting again, the juices dripping deliciously.

~

Briar showers after her shift — for obvious reasons, before heading to her house to grab Gus. Harry invited them over to hang out with a few of his friends. 

She arrives at his house, making direct eye contact with Harry’s nosy neighbor. This time, Briar marches right to the front door and lets herself in. She hears laughter coming from the kitchen, so she lets go of Gus’s leash, letting him run straight to Harry.

“Gus!” Harry yells, lifting the dog’s top half up.

“Oi! Who’s this?” One of the brunette men sat around the island asks.

“This is Gus,” Harry says, pointing to the pup. “I’m dating his mother.”

Briar bursts out laughing, shaking her head at her boyfriend’s weird sense of humor. Harry leans over to give her a kiss.

“It’s nice to meet you, Briar. We’ve heard a lot about you,” the same man says, rolling his eyes at Harry.

“This is Ben, and that’s Tom, Tom and Jeffrey,” Harry says, pointing to each of them.

“Nice to meet you all!” she beams, despite feeling nervous being in a room full of older men. They are all clearly older than Harry — probably closer to Patrick’s age.

“Ben, you’re the one who kept Harry off the streets while he renovated his house, right?” Briar asks, remembering what Harry told her on her first visit to his place. 

Harry smiles at the small detail she picked up on. 

“That’s right. It was like having a little gremlin in my attic,” he smiles, as Harry punches him in the arm lightly. 

The men shoot their shit, and Briar is just happy to watch them interact, interjecting when relevant. She hates when girlfriends ruin their boyfriend’s time with friends by turning the attention on themselves. 

Harry decides he wants to move the party outside, so he starts carrying drinks to the fire pit, but is struggling to carry them.

“Help me, Jeffrey!” Harry says, in a strangely high-pitched voice. She assumes it’s from one of their many inside jokes. Jeff jumps out of his chair to grab a few of the cans from his hands. 

“How do you carry all those drinks at once, Briar?” Harry huffs, just barely making it to the outdoor table. 

“I get to practice on some needy members. Specifically members named Niall and Harry,” she teases, causing them all to erupt into laughter. 

They sit around telling stories, the further they go back in time, the crazier. Briar rests comfortably on Harry’s lap on the comfy round chair. She thinks even if she met Harry when he was younger, they’d still get together. It’s later in the night, so the men opt to go back to their hotels, since a few of them are visiting from out of town.

She starts to doze off, before Harry whispers in her ear, “They really like you, Birdie.”

She can feel his smile against her neck. “Let’s get you to bed,” he says softly. “Want me to carry you?”

She giggles, her eyes still not opening. “Yeah.”

She turns around, wrapping herself around him, crossing her ankles over his butt. Gus senses their movement, and does a downward dog stretch before trotting inside. 

She clings to him as he locks doors and shuts off lights. He struggles to carry her upstairs, but manages. He drops her on his bed before diving on top of her, whistling John Cena’s wrestling song.

“Bah badum bummmm, bah badum bummmm. It’s John Cena!”

“You are such a loser!” she laughs, about ready to pee her pants. It’s this point in time where she realizes this man is no different than her brothers. 

“Watch that tone, baby,” he warns, giving a smack to her ass. 

She crawls under his covers, absolutely wiped out. Gus is sleeping on the floor at the foot of the bed. 

“Thanks for inviting me,” Briar says when they’re laid on their sides staring at each other. 

~

It’s a slow morning when she wakes up. It’s early, but Briar’s internal clock keeps her on a tight schedule. Harry is still snoring, so she sneaks out the door with Gus so he can go to the bathroom. 

Her boyfriend is thoughtful enough to keep a bag of Gus’s food and a spare food and water dish for him. He begins to chow down, so she brews a cup of coffee for herself and for Harry.

With her mug, she heads back outside to finish watching the sun rise and wake up more. It’s only 15 minutes before Harry joins her outside. She smiles, leaning in when he goes to kiss her temple. 

“There’s coffee inside for you,” she says, her voice full of sleep.

“Thanks, Birdie,” he says, plopping down on the chaise lounge, looking straight into the sun, but eyes still shut. “Bed got cold up there without ya.”

Briar hums, “Do you have a busy day today?”

“I can make it not busy,” he looks over at her, squinting. 

“No need, was just curious. Are you cool if I stay while you work? I’m finally not at Wynnewood for once.”

“Fine with me. I always bother you at work. I can show you what business not to go into,” he laughs. 

“Can’t be that bad,” she challenges him.

“You’re right. It’s given me a pretty good life,” he says, encouraging her to join him on his chaise. “Wouldn’t have met you otherwise.”

~

Briar is lounging on Harry’s sofa with Gus at her feet while Harry works. He moved his laptop into the kitchen so he can be closer to them, although he has been getting heavily distracted by the Real Housewives of New Jersey reunion.

“Y’know, I don’t think Teresa has ever liked Melissa,” Harry says, matter of factly. 

Briar whips her head to gawk at him, her eyebrows raised. “What? You watch this show?”

“I’m fucking with you, I googled ‘RHONJ hot takes’ to see your reaction. I’m satisfied,” he snickers.

“Well that’s a take I agree with. After so many seasons, you just have to pick a side,” Briar yawns.

“Y’can take a nap if you’re tired. No need to stay up for my sake,” Harry says.

“I will, once this is over. How many meetings do you have left?”

“Just 3 more. But they’re all an hour or hour and a half,” he frowns.

“Do you have to be on camera?”

He cocks his head, unsure where she’s going with this question.

“Uh, no, not necessarily. I’ve worked with all of these people before. I usually am on camera if I’m meeting them for the first time,” he explains.

She smiles to herself, before returning back to her show. She has a feeling Harry will go back to his office for his other meetings, knowing his back is probably killing him from hunching over the island. 

Like clockwork, Harry goes into his office for his second call. She gives him about 5 minutes before she tip toes to the large wooden door. She opens it slowly, his eyes meeting hers over his monitor. 

Harry quickly mutes his microphone and takes himself off camera. His attention darting back and forth from the meeting and Briar. She walks around the side of his desk slowly, to which he swivels his chair to face her.

“What are you doing, lovie?” he says in a whisper, untrusting of his mute button.

Briar says nothing, sinking to her knees. Harry’s eyes go wide as he feels her pull his sweatpants down, revealing his flaccid dick that’ll come to life in a few short minutes. He looks to the ceiling, determining his next move. Does he tell her to leave? Or jeopardize his career by letting her continue and punish her later?

Harry chooses the latter. 

By this point, his cock is fully erect and ready to go. Briar peers up with him as she plunges over him. Harry’s eyes close, expecting her to start bobbing her head up and down. Instead, she remains perfectly still. 

He looks down at his girl, and she’s staring right back at him. He’s completely zoned out, until he hears his colleague say his name. 

“Harry? What do you think?”

“I-I uhm, I agree, this sounds like a lucrative opportunity for us. Do you have a full report to share?” he manages to choke out. 

Briar smiles as much as she can with his cock down her throat. She starts to gently suckle on his tip, then pushes his length halfway in, making sure to swallow frequently so her throat contracts, sending him into a tizzy. A few minutes pass of repeating this pattern, and Harry is ready to disintegrate.

The meeting continues, and Harry is holding on by a thread. He feels Briar pull off of him slowly, before rising to her feet and climbing on his lap. He exhales, thankful he didn’t cum with his colleagues on the phone. She wastes no time, inserting his cock in her pussy, not even bothering to remove her underwear and sleep shorts. Instead of lifting herself up and down, she grinds a little, but remains mostly stationary. Her hands cup his face, kissing down his jaw and neck.

Is she — cockwarming him?

His breathing is labored this time, unsure if he can hold off painting her velvety walls with his cum. He bites down on her shoulder.

She whispers lowly in his ear, bouncing a little, “come in me, Daddy.”

With that, he thrusts upward lazily, whines, and drains his balls into her. He can barely catch his breath. They stay like that, letting the meeting run its course. The team is dragging out their goodbyes, so Harry unmutes and chokes out, “Thanksguysgottadropoffbye.”

Briar comes back to life, squirming on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and nuzzling in.

“Where’d you learn that one, baby girl?” he asks, genuinely curious.

“Google,” she laughs while pulling off of him, both of them hyper-fixating on the liquid dripping from her cunt. “‘Kay, I’m gonna go take a nap.”

Harry is dumbfounded. He goes to warn her she’s in for a rude awakening, but the notification for his call with Niall chimes. 

~

When Harry is done his work day, Harry sneaks upstairs to spy on Briar. She’s sound asleep in his bed, with Gus at her side. Having the dog in his bed isn’t his favorite thing in the world, but the two of them look comfortable as hell, he has to admit. 

“Gus Gus,” Harry calls quietly, causing the dog to lift his head. He jumps down from the bed, and Harry is able to shoo him into the hallway. Briar doesn’t stir. 

Harry pads into his closet to find the unopened Amazon package, making sure to tip toe. He quietly shuts the door, sitting on the floor. He tears open the package, watching the contents dump on his lap.

He inspects the items, gently running his fingers along the rope, taking note of the intricate weaves. His spine shivers with excitement, eager to see Briar’s body react to being tied up. Tonight, he’ll keep it simple by tying her wrists behind her back. But, he’ll keep her waiting a bit. Not a long time, but maybe enough for a quick shower, or go outside to his putting green. 

He rises from his spot on the floor, slowly unraveling the rope. He stands at the side of the bed, staring down at his girl. She’s blowing small puffs of air out of her mouth, her lips in an adorable pout. 

He walks around to ‘his side’ of the bed, before pulling the sheet and duvet back. He slides in slowly, still not wanting to wake her. He shuffles closer, pressing his entire body against hers. He nuzzles his face into her neck, pressing delicate kisses up the column. 

Briar gasps lightly, before slowly craning her neck to touch her cheek to his nose.

“Hi, Birdie,” Harry whispers, kissing her cheek. “Sleep good?”

“Hi,” Briar yawns. “Yeah, your bed is comfy. Probably could sleep until tomorrow.”

“It is tomorrow,” he says sheepishly. He’s full of shit, but wants to rile her up, knowing her brain is playing catch up. She starts to sit up, reaching for her phone. 

“Kidding!” he laughs. She smacks his chest, laying back down. She’s still facing away from him.

“I have a surprise,” he whispers. 

“Hm? What is it?”

Harry starts to dangle the rope over her exposed skin. It doesn’t compute right away, but when it does, she freezes, slowly turning around to face him.

“Now?” she squeaks.

“Now,” he nods, fake pouting. “Up ya go.”

He helps her remove her clothes and move to a kneeling position while he stands on the floor, shins pressed against the bed. Harry starts by tying a slip knot around her wrists, nothing too crazy, but he wraps the remainder of the rope around her shoulders to rest above her collar bones. Her décolletage drives Harry wild; that area of her body always looks incredible, clothed or not. His cock twitches, eager to see the rope there.

When everything is secure, he brings her to a lying position on her left side, facing the en suite. “Good girl,” he whispers, kissing her neck. He tugs the rope for good measure. “Gonna go take a shower now.”

Her eyes bug out of her head, grunting when she moves her arms, forgetting she’s in the restraints already. 

“B-but, I said…” she trails off, a look of pure terror flashing across her face. 

“I know what you said, Birdie. Daddy knows what’s best for you right now,” he hums, giving her a look of pity. “Won’t leave you for long.”

He spins on his heels towards the bathroom, and Briar feels like she could start crying. The feeling of fight or flight has never been so strong. She takes a few shallow breaths to calm her nerves, looking around the room. 

Somehow maneuvering her body to flip to a kneeling position, her face laying flat on the mattress, she rotates her head to look at Harry’s bed side table. She spots a bottle of lube, her vibrator, and one more item she can’t make out. She slams her eyes shut, dreading the night ahead of her.

In the shower, Harry is taking his grand old time, building the anticipation. He neglects to clean most of his body, opting to play with his cock instead. The rainfall shower head paired with the jets that shoot from the wall make the perfect combination for teasing himself. He brings himself to the edge a few times, but doesn’t dare let go. 

Before turning the water off, he switches the temperature to ice cold, waking up his senses. He grabs his towel out of the warmer, and starts to dry off, shaking out his hair, his curls relaxing into waves as he’s aged.

Briar’s ears perk up at the sound of the water turning off. She’s grateful he didn’t stick something in her mouth to gag her. She’s been whining and writhing pathetically since the minute Harry shut the door. Her shoulders are killing her and she’s sheathed in sweat. 

The door swings open, a puff of steam surrounding him. She smiles, thinking back to their run-in, except this time, Harry’s towel is not around his waist, but being run through his sopping hair, his thick cock swinging as he walks. He stares down at Briar, admiring his handy work of the knots.

Harry takes the towel in his hand, holding it out lengthwise. She peers up at him, their eyes locking, the thought simultaneously invading their minds. Harry holds the towel up before letting go of one end, the fabric cracking as it makes contact with Briar’s ass.

Briar yelps, unable to move. She tries to flip over, grunting in frustration when the ropes prevent her. Harry lets her squirm, getting a mild satisfaction from the struggle. She’ll wear herself out before they even get started.

“Settle down, Birdie.”

“I-I — I need help,” she cries out. If Harry doesn’t touch her soon, she’s sure she’ll light on fire.

“Help with what, baby?”

“Daddy, please,” she begs. “Please touch me.”

“Thanks for asking nicely, baby. But, I think there’s something else I’d like you to do, first,” Harry smirks. Her look of panic returns, but he simply grabs the rope and maneuvers her so she’s on her back, her head hanging over the edge of the bed. The cadence of Harry’s words slow down when he’s in a mood.

He hovers over her, placing his cock so it lays heavy on her lips. She opens her mouth, waiting for his next move. The whole time, her eyes have been squeezed shut. Opting to finally open them, she almost laughs, having never seen Harry from this angle. 

He snaps his hips forward, shoving his cock halfway in her mouth. She gags, not prepared for the quick movement. He gives her a moment to adjust, basking in the feeling of her contracting her throat.

“Good girl, letting me fuck your little mouth like this. Look at you, absolutely drooling for it.”

Briar’s eyelashes flutter; her mouth has never been this full. She incoherently cries out, where Harry can barely make out her saying ‘please’. 

Harry pushes in fully, watching as tears leak out of her eyes. His movements are minuscule, having no where else to go. He removes himself, listening to her sputter and gasp for air. He peers down at her, watching her chest rise and fall unevenly. Before she can say a word, he snaps his hips again, this time reaching down to cup her face. His thrusts start out slow, but increase pace quickly. He’s fully fucking her mouth.

She chokes and cries more, until he relents and pulls out, her wails now louder, unmuffled by his cock. Harry squats down to her level, petting the sweat-drenched hair off her forehead. He kisses her gently on her temple. His cock is painfully red.

“Did so well f’me, lovie. Let’s get you back up on the bed, here.”

He laces his hands under her neck and knees, flipping her so her head is on the pillow. Her arms are fully numb, her shoulders feeling like she spent hours in the gym. Despite feeling like she got hit by a bus, her core is absolutely dripping. She crosses her legs, hoping Harry will let it go.

No such luck. Harry joins her on the bed, laying flat on his stomach. She can’t look at him, so she tucks her face into the blanket beside her.

“Why are you hiding, Birdie?”

“I c-can’t,” she sniffles, overwhelmed by the different sensations she’s experienced today. Her voice is hoarse and completely fucked out. 

“You can. Gonna make you feel so good, baby. Patience,” he smiles, knowing this is one of the areas for improvement. 

She goes to speak again, but is interrupted by Harry’s tongue and fingers entering her abruptly. Incoherent babbling pours from her mouth, leading Harry to shush her. 

“Always so wet f’me. Barely’ve even touched you and you’re ruining my sheets,” Harry says, sucking her clit into his mouth. He pulls off, “Makes Daddy so crazy. Wish I could take you everywhere with me. And you’d do it, wouldn’t you, baby? Let Daddy fuck you anywhere and everywhere?”

She’s thought about it — just lounging around Harry’s house, naked all day every day, being his fuck toy. But, she’s a girl with goals — goals she knows Harry wouldn’t hold her back from. 

“Yes,” she sighs. “I’m yours.”

Harry pauses, a whimper almost escaping his own mouth. He licks her feverishly, lapping over her labias. Groaning, he leaves his position between her legs and hovers over her, gently pressing his hand over her neck. They haven’t officially done this yet, so Harry waits for Briar’s reaction.

God, she wishes her hands weren’t tied — she’d place her hand over his. She squirms around, kicking her feet out in the process. She comes loud and fast, arching her back in the process. 

“Ah, yes, Daddy!” she strains out.

Pressing down a little more firmly, he uses his other hand to pump his cock a few times, lining it up with her center. He swipes the tip around before pressing in, slow and controlled, unlike how he took her mouth.

He reaches over to the nightstand to grab her vibrator, flicking the switch and turning it on. Briar’s head pops up.

“N-no, no, no, no,” she begs, already about to come. The vibrations would make her unravel instantly. 

“Why not, baby? Gonna make you come as many times as I can.”

Briar mewls in response. Of course she wants to. But generally, she needs a moment in between, and she gets this unsettling feeling that Harry will be relentless in this mission. 

And he is relentless — starting off on the slowest setting, making her come twice back to back, then upping the speed to the highest setting and just holding it there.

She’s howling at this point, pulling so hard on her restraints, she knows she’ll have craters formed on her skin. Coming once more, Harry joins her, releasing loudly into her. He’s too slow to shut off the vibrator, causing Briar to bark at him.

“Enough! Stop, stop, stop.”

He smiles, so unbelievable proud of her. Pulling out, he starts to loosen the rope, allowing her to relax. Slowly, he guides her arms out from underneath her, her whimpers continuing. He feels bad knowing her arms are probably numb. He may have carried on a bit too much.

When she’s finally free, Harry lays behind her, his arms wrapped tightly at her waist. They’re quiet for several minutes.

“That was fucking insane, Harry.”

Harry is taken back by her tone, so he rubs her arm gently, “A good insane, right?”

“Yeah, a good insane. I felt like my head was detached from my body.” 

He hums, “Good. I don’t ever want it to feel like the bad insane.” Harry feels floaty, too. It’s been a long time since anyone has relinquished this much control to him in bed. The PTA moms and divorced housewives keep it pretty vanilla. 

“Your arms are probably going to kill you tomorrow, baby. Wondering if you should call out of work.”

Briar loves that he cares about her this much. “Mm, I’ll be alright. I’ll just have the bar backs do the heavy lifting. There’s a huge charity tournament tomorrow. I think some big name players’ll be there.”

Harry nods to himself. He stands, gathering the supplies strewn around the room. 

“What’s that other thing on your side table?” Briar asks, her brow furrowed.

“That’s a butt plug. Was gonna to use it on you, but I think we did enough new activities tonight,” he leans over and kisses her. “I wanna fuck your ass, eventually.”

Shell-shocked, Briar stutters, “O-oh.”

“Yeah. So pink and perfect, always staring at me when I fuck you,” he say, lust dripping from his mouth.

Briar has never even so much as touched her second hole, so the thought of his cock in there makes her head spin.

“I’m gonna start making us some dinner. Do you want me to feed Gus?”

“Y-yes, please,” she nods, finally sitting up. 

“Okay, baby. Take your time coming down. I’m sure you’re a little numb in a few places.”

~ At Wynnewood the next morning, Briar is wishing she called out. The course is flooded with players for the charity tournament, and she feels like she’s being pulled in every direction. She’s triple stocked with essentials, and has plenty of champagne bottles for them to pop and shake around. Showy bastards.

Her cart has been purchased for the day by one member; a venture capitalist named Stewart Wagner. Briar’s job is to follow Mr. Wagner around, answering every beck and call for the measly price of $5,000, plus a nice tip. Her inner girl boss is screaming, but this would be a pretty addition to her paycheck.

The morning is going by quickly, thanks to Stewart’s entourage, a group of 30-50 year olds who can’t hold their liquor. Even when a patron is being over served, it’s in the servers’ best interest not to cut them off. The men are flirty, and Briar flirts back, but pictures her boyfriend’s gorgeous face.

Briar and Harry have had many discussions about her job; Harry is well aware of her savings goals, and even encourages her to work her charms to get the guys on the course to pay more. His trust in her is sexy, making her feel so empowered. She looks at her text from Harry this morning. 

🦊: Make some money, baby! I’ll be there later today with Niall.

🐥: Thank youuuuu. Can’t wait to see you <3

Briar laughs at their differences in texting. Harry acts like he is writing emails when he texts her. Occasionally, he’ll use the 👍 emoji to spice things up. 

She drives her cart slowly, trailing behind Stewart’s group. His use of pet names disgusts her, but when he’s waving $100 bills in the air, it’s hard to ignore him.

“What can I get for you, Mr. Wagner?”

“Briar, sweets, can we have a round of Fireball shots?”

“Of course, I’ll have those right up for you,” she smiles sweetly, grabbing the chilled bottle and shot glasses.

She passes them amongst the group, but not before noticing Stewart’s hand sitting just above her ass. She gives him a tight-lipped smile before moving away, not saying a word. She stalks back to the cart, her heart pounding a little. She’ll allow verbal flirting, but never anything physical. 

She watches them play all day, rolling her eyes as they hit bogey after bogey. They’re the loudest group on the course, making obscene gestures to one another and slurring their words.

After a while, one of Stewart’s friends approaches her, leaning against the cart like Harry does. She’s at the back of the cart, reorganizing the cooler. They’re in a more wooded spot in between Stewart’s hole and the next. 

“Can I grab you anything?” Briar says cautiously, not liking the way this man is looking at her. 

“You can, gorgeous, but I think I want something not on the menu,” he smirks, moving dangerously close to her. He leans down to whisper in her ear, “Do you want me as much as I want you? Your ass is amazing in that little skirt.” 

Briar’s blood runs cold. She stares at him, before raising her palms up to shove him at chest level, sending him staggering a bit. She looks around frantically, still not a soul is near them, despite how many people are at the course today.

The man grits his teeth before walking towards her again, this time, his hands grab her elbows, pulling her body to press hers against his. She tries to break his grasp, but his grip is too strong. “It’s all good, sweetheart, I don’t mind a struggle.”

Briar goes to yell out, but spots Harry charging towards them, his brows furrowed and nostrils flared. Harry’s hands are in fists at his side, his jaw locked tightly. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Harry yells, shoving him away from Briar, his hand gripping the man’s neck. “You think you’re all tough trying to take advantage of a woman? Get the fuck out of here before I fucking kill you.”

Harry sends the him crashing to the ground. He’s so drunk he can’t even attempt to stand back up. 

“Stewart! Oi! Come get your fucking boy before there’s a bigger problem,” Harry seethes, yelling down to Stewart who can now see the commotion. 

“Harry, hey, what’s going on here?” Stewart questions, looking between Briar’s teary eyes, Harry’s enraged look, and his buddy lying on the ground. 

“Get this fucking prick out of my sight. Now,” Harry grits, guiding Briar to the passenger’s side of her cart, while he jumps in the driver’s seat. Stewart does nothing, staring at them both. “I said now!”

“I’ll pay her more,” Stewart says simply, understanding what probably took place. Harry jumps back up, ready to bash their two skulls together. 

Briar hops off the seat, grabbing Harry’s arm. He shakes loose of her grip, looking straight at Stewart, “You wanna die now too, huh?”

“Harry, please. Let’s just go back up…” she trails off. Harry eases off, jumping back into the cart. The two ride back to the clubhouse in silence, passing the other players who have no idea what happened. Harry parks the cart, walking off in the direction of the pro shop. Briar follows behind, barely keeping up.

All of a sudden, Harry spins around, embracing her in a tight hug, his head laying on hers. They say nothing, just basking in each other. Harry is ready to ream out every employee who lets Stewart do whatever he wants, but his girl comes first. 

“Baby, I’m so sorry that happened to you,” Harry says, his face buried in her hair. He pulls off, making sure she’s looking up at him. “Gonna make sure that wanker never comes near you again. Did he hurt you?”

She shakes her head, unsure what to say in her state of shock. Releasing her reluctantly, Harry continues toward the pro shop.

Harry shoves open the door, looking around. Patrick isn’t out front, but could be in his office. The kid at the desk stands, sensing Harry’s erratic behavior. He guides Briar to sit on the sofa

“Where’s Patrick?” Harry asks. 

“H-he’s in the back. I’ll tell him to come right up,” the scared teenager says, scurrying to the back.

Patrick appears seconds later, his brows furrowed, “Hey, what’s going on?”

Harry tells him, his voice low as to not upset Briar. Patrick peers over Harry’s shoulder at his niece, his stomach dropping with every word. 

“Patrick, I think if I had gotten there any later, something even worse would’ve happened,” Harry says, his voice breaking. 

Patrick nods, walking over to Briar. He sits down next to her, and she immediately bursts in to tears in his arms. Harry feels like he’s been kicked in the gut. Patrick lets Briar cry it out, and only moves to stand up when her breathing is regulated. 

“Take her home, Harry. I’ll make sure this is taken care of.”

Harry nods, grabbing her hand to stand her up. He wraps his arm around her shoulders and guides her to his car. 

He opens the passenger side door, helping her step up and get settled. Kissing her on the cheek, he moves to close the door but she stops him, opting to wrap her arms around his neck and shoulders, laying her cheek on his soft hair.

“I love you.”

He looks up at her, her eyes still red and cheeks puffy with tears. He smiles, his heart bursting out of his chest. 

“I love you, too, Birdie. More than I can even describe.”

~

Though that’s not how Harry envisioned the two of them professing their love, he’s relieved. His feelings for this girl came fast, and seemingly out of nowhere.

When they arrive at Harry’s, he brings her upstairs to shower and get in his comfy clothes. While she showers, he leaves with her keys to grab Gus from her apartment, and stop for some sweet snacks. 

He pops the ice cream in his freezer and lays out the assortment of snacks on the island. Gus stares up at him, waiting for his treat. Harry rolls his eyes, grabbing some cheese from his fridge. He tosses the pieces of provolone in the air, watching Gus miss every single one.

“Your breed must not be known for their athleticism,” Harry laughs, scratching his head.

“What are you saying about my son?” Briar peeps up, entering the kitchen in Harry’s sweats, her arms crossed.

“Nothing, Birdie. He’s perfect. How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay. Just shaken up,” she says softly. 

“I’m sure. Well, I got us some snacks and ice cream. Let’s relax for the rest of the night. Sound good?”

“Yeah, sounds good,” she says, locking his pinky with hers.

~

Patrick arranges for Briars shifts over the next few days to be covered, and he sends Harry a text confirming Stewart is banned from Wynnewood indefinitely. He’s watching Gus roll around in the yard, to which Harry shakes his head.

He sighs with relief, placing his phone on the counter. Briar is still asleep, the stress of the day before wearing her out. Gus scratches at the sliding glass door to be let back in. 

“Get in here, rug rat,” Harry laughs. 

He pads back upstairs, two cups of coffee in his hand. He’s finally won Briar over with drinking hot coffee, despite her insisting that’s for old people.

He enters the room and she’s sitting on his window seat, staring out into the backyard.

“Thank you. And thanks for letting Gus out,” she says, grabbing the coffee mug. He joins her, sitting on the opposite side to face her. 

“You’re welcome. Today, we’re doing a surprise activity,” he says, smiling. He feels giddy. “T’get your mind off things.”

“What is it?” 

“You’ll find out. Just wear what you’d wear to the gym.”

Briar scrunches her eyebrows. She lets it go, opting to sit in silence with her lover. They shower and change as needed, leaving Gus in his mud room. Harry is still weary about leaving the dog to roam free in his house.

They drive for a while, before the houses and trees become more sparse, entering a rural area. Finally, Harry slows down, turning onto a gravel path with a sign that reads, Blue Moon Farm.

They park close to a red barn.

“Harry, where are we?”

“We’re doing GOAT YOGA!” He laughs, his eyes crinkling, smile wide. 

“Oh my god!” She kneels on the seat, leaning over the console to kiss him. “I’m so excited. I’ve always wanted to do this!” 

She hops out of the car, running toward the barn. She shrieks when she sees the baby goats, beckoning Harry over to come look.

A few more couples arrive, and the instructor begins the class. They get through a few moves, until they begin movements on the mat. Briar is in a downward dog position when she feels tiny hooves hop up on her hips. Harry could listen to her squeals of joy for the rest of his life.

A goat is cuddled up to Harry, rendering him unable to finish the class. He’s smiling, letting the little creature nap. Briar is laughing hysterically, snapping photos of them. They finish the class walking around the grounds to see the other animals. 

Horses, cows, goats, emus, chickens, and pigs are roaming around, the collection of sounds making them crack up. The farm has a small ice cream shop, where they split a mint chocolate chip cone. They walk back to his car, pinkies intertwined, smiling to themselves.

When they arrive home, it’s all gentle touches. Harry leads them straight upstairs, dropping articles of clothing as they move.

Harry undresses Briar, worshipping her body, his stomach still in knots over the incident. He leans down, taking her breast in his mouth, using his other hand to roll her nipple between his finger and thumb.

Briar moans softly, lulling her head back. He moves back up, kissing her firmly, before laying her back on the bed. He reaches down, gently touching her center. He kisses his way down her body, listening to her tiny whimpers. She’s wet already, so he fishes his cock out of his pants, lining himself up.

He uses his other hand to hold hers, before entering her. They both sigh, just happy to be close to one another. 

“I love you, Birdie.”

“I love you more.”

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more invested in their love story than my own ugh

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[jungle-angel]

Show Me Your Firetrucks (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: You, Bob, the Daggers and the kids get to experience an event in Bob's hometown that's been happening for the last 22 years

Notes: This fic is dedicated to the civilians and first responders of NYC, those who are still with us and those who were called home on that fateful day. To the firefighters, police and first responders, we are forever grateful for your service. (The music that inspired this fic can also be found here, I highly suggest listening to it while you read along).

Cheyenne Falls, Oklahoma

September, 2023

You and Bob were a little less than pleased at the prospects of having to get up so early, your children still at the age when they needed sleep and with them just having started school, which hadn't made anything easier.

Auggie and Patrick excitedly ran into the firehouse where Bob's brother, Sean and his teammates all worked. Both of them ran to their uncle who eagerly scooped them right up off the ground in a big hug.

"Uncle Seanie I ate a bug at school!!" Auggie exclaimed proudly.

"Oh did it taste like chicken?" he teased.

You laughed but Bob rolled his eyes. Typical of his older brother who had always told Bob that bugs tasted like chicken when he was little.

"Well hello, little brother of mine," Sean greeted rather cheerfully. "I see Auggie inherited the male line's shit eyesight."

"Yeah and that was only after he ran into the screen door and broke it two years ago," Bob chuckled.

You, Bob and Sean watched as Auggie and Patrick ran around the firehouse garage, wanting to try on the helmets, boots and jackets that were far too big for either of them. Sean's wife, Zoe, had come down the stairs from the loft just a few minutes later in a pair of ripped jeans and a navy blue t-shirt bearing an NYFD logo.

"Did we miss anything?" Natasha yawned as she walked in with her and Cole's son, Gabe.

"Nope, you haven't missed anything yet," Bob chirped.

"Good because I haven't had coffee yet and the ghoul is driving me crazy."

"Hey I'm going to the donut shop across the street for coffee, does anybody want anything?" Zoe announced.

Everyone put in their orders, including yourself and by the time Rooster, Rusty and the boys had all shown up with Baby Carrie in tow, Zoe was back with your orders.

"Looks like we've got some future firefighters in the family," Rooster remarked, adjusting four month old Carrie in his arms.

"Oof, I shudder at the thought," Bob answered.

Sean snorted and stifled a laugh but went stiff when Bob gave him the dreaded look as a warning not to say anything else.

"Alright, alright, alright!" Hangman announced loudly as he strode in with one twin girl on each of his hips. "I come bearing my trophies!!!!"

He set a giggling Missy and Molly both down on the concrete floors, their little sandaled feet flapping as they chased after their cousins. Mickey showed up with Isabella, Sebastian and Rodrigo some moments later, Coyote following with Paloma, Carla and Baby Tiago while Payback and Maverick were the last to arrive with their own kids and Amelia. Missy and Molly ran straight for Geneva and Neveah while TJ remained happily perched on his father's shoulders. Maverick's two little adopted ghouls were excited beyond words when they saw all the firetrucks and equipment on full display.

"I have never seen a bunch of kids so excited like this before," Sean chuckled as more people began to gather in the fire station.

"Doesn't even begin to describe it," Penny told him. "That's all they play with at home is toy firetrucks."

Everyone shared a few good laughs and caught up with each other over the coffee and donuts that Zoe had brought back. Soon, the whole station was almost full of people, some who were close to Bob and others who were just ordinary members of the community.

"Looks like it's gonna be a good ride this year, little brother," Sean remarked.

"I know," Bob chuckled as he sipped on the cinnamon flavored coffee. "We've got almost everybody in town here and more."

Sean nodded with a bit of a wistful look in his eyes, remembering Joe's two brothers, Stephen and Christopher who had been in New York, one a firefighter and the other a police sergeant. Though both had survived, Sean knew too well that there were others who had not been as lucky.

"Hey," Joe greeted happily as he strode up to his sons. "You two numbskulls ready? Michael's got ants in his pants from waiting in the police cruiser with the K-9."

"We'll get the kids ready Dad," Bob told him.

Joe and his sons both hugged each other tight. "This one's for your uncles," he croaked.

Bob met up with you and the kids to help get ready for the ride. "Am I gonna do good Daddy?" Auggie chirped.

"You will Auggie," Bob laughed, putting the much too large fire helmet on his son's head. "Just remember what Uncle Sean and Chief McKenzie tell you ok?"

Auggie nodded, pushing his glasses onto his nose as his little hands helped button the tiny little jacket that Chief Dan McKenzie had found for him and some of the other children who had come to join the ride.

Father Daly, the firehouse chaplain, led everyone present in a short prayer, giving the blessing for the ride, praying for the souls of the departed and those who were still in the line of work. When he had finished, the brass bell in the yard began to ring loudly, signaling for everyone to jump in the trucks.

"Bye Daddy, we'll see you later," Auggie chirped as Bob lifted him into the cab of the truck with Sean and Chief McKenzie.

"Bye buddy, I'll see you when we get to the city," Bob said, giving his son a kiss before the doors were shut.

You, Bob and the others each jumped into a truck, the kids all riding in the cabs or in the backs with the other firefighters. You gave each other a look, his hand gripping yours tightly as the trucks began to roll out of the station, the sirens going as soon as they were part of the way down the road.

You and Bob hung onto the back rails as the truck rolled down the road with the long line of firetrucks and police cars not far behind. The wind rushed through your hair as the procession rode through Cheyenne Falls, heading towards Oklahoma City. So many others from in and around town had come to stand on the streets, cheering everyone on and to show their support.

You and Bob had never experienced anything like this before, the exhilarating feeling filling you both from head to toe. Bob held your hand even tighter as you hung on, ready for the 110 miles into Oklahoma City, side by side with the man you loved.

[personwhowrites]

My Right Person

You look down at your drink with a tinge of sadness, then shift your gaze to the rest of the group. Ghost is standing on the other end of the bar, keeping a close watch on the group, while Soap is nearby, also keeping an eye on things but with a drink in his hand. Price is smoking his signature cigar and chatting with Laswell. Gaz, who is next to you, notices your gaze and clears his throat, grabbing your attention.

"Bored?" Gaz asks with a soft smile. "Not much of a bar person?"

"Something like that," you reply, looking at your drink. "How about you?"

"I don't find bars so bad," Gaz says with a chuckle. "Come on, lighten up. It's a break."

"A break that's driving me crazy," you say with a sad tone. "Is it bad that I yearn for war and work?"

"Not really," Gaz sighs. "I used to feel the same way before."

"What changed?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. "Hm?"

Gaz took a sip from his drink and looked away, then looked back at you with a smile. You knew where this line of questioning was leading.

"Well, I met Price," Gaz started, before looking down at his drink. "I met all of you."

"I guess meeting us made you realize it's good to have breaks," you said, finishing his sentence, which he nodded in agreement to. "But I'm not like that."

"Why's that?" Gaz asked, leaning back slightly. "Haven't you met the right person to change your thoughts?"

"Have you?" you asked, without thinking. "I mean..."

"Oh, I have," Gaz said, looking slightly hurt. "I just don't know if they know it."

You take a sip of your drink and Gaz follows suit, taking a sip of his own drink. Suddenly, Soap walks over and wraps an arm around both of your shoulders, laughing uncontrollably.

"What's gotten into you?" you ask, smiling at Soap. "Are you trying to be a clown?"

"What? No!" Soap replies, still chuckling. "I just thought of something funny."

"Really? What's so funny?" Gaz chimes in, eyeing Soap skeptically. "Are you already drunk?"

"Me? Drunk? No way, man," Soap responds, now seated between you and Gaz. "Why would you even think that?"

"Because you're laughing at nothing," you say, patting his back. "Come on, I was thinking of heading back to the base anyway."

"So soon?" Gaz asks, looking at you in surprise. "Why not stay a little longer?"

"I'm just bored," you explain, getting up from your seat. "And bars just aren't my thing." You then turn to Soap. "Come on, Sergeant, you're drunk." 

Ghost approaches and takes hold of Soap, jostling him slightly. You gaze at Ghost, who returns your look before letting out a sigh.

"Are you all leaving?" Ghost asks, turning to you. "Taking Soap with you?"

"I suppose so," you reply, eyeing the unsteady Soap. "Bars aren't really my scene."

"I'll come along too," Ghost says, taking out his phone. "I'll call an Uber for us."

"No need," Gaz interjects, getting up from his seat. "I can drive us back."

"Are you all headed back to the base?" Price asks as he and Laswell walk over. "Might as well all go back together."

"I have a wife waiting for me," Laswell adds, checking her phone. "See you all tomorrow."

"I'll drive," Price declares, leading the way outside. "Let's go."

Ghost follows shortly after, with Soap in tow. Gaz pauses as he sees you paying for everyone's drinks, including your own. You leave a tip for the cashier and walk over to Gaz, who gives you a gentle smile before joining the rest of the group with you.

-

The next morning, you took a seat next to Gaz and leaned on his arm. He looked at you with a stern gaze, and you returned his gaze with a warm smile. Gaz took a long sip from his cup of tea and gazed at you again. You stretched and intertwined your fingers with his.

"I never realized how much we rely on our hands in combat," you said softly, admiring the strength in Gaz's hand. "Did you?"

"Not really," Gaz replied, looking down at your hand. "I never gave it much thought."

A moment of silence passed between you as Ghost entered the room, accompanied by a disheveled Soap who took a seat and groaned.

"Never let me drink like that again," Soap muttered under his breath. "Who even allowed me to do that?"

"This is why I tried to stop you," Ghost said in a gentle tone. "I'll go get you something to help with the headache."

"Really?" Soap asked, looking up at Ghost. "Look at you being a good lieutenant."

"Quiet, Johnny," Ghost commanded, looking over at you and Gaz. "Did you two sleep well?"

"Are you actually concerned for us?" Gaz said with a smirk. "What's gotten into you?"

"I can be nice," Ghost retorted in a sour tone. "But you two are a handful."

"Who's a handful?" Price interjected as he walked into the room. "Ah, you're all awake. Good."

You lift your head from Gaz's arm and let out another yawn. Soap sits up and glances at Price as he approaches the group, while Ghost leans against the wall and watches.

"Good news, everyone," Price says with a warm smile. "I've managed to extend our break by two more days."

"Really?" Soap says, surprised. "I thought you wanted us to get back to work right away?"

"It's been four weeks already," Gaz adds, eyeing Price with curiosity. "What do you have planned?"

"Well," Price says, rubbing his hands together. "Remember that new amusement park that opened this summer? The one you've been dying to go to?" He nods towards you.

"Yes!" you reply excitedly. "Wait, don't tell me..."

"I got us some special skip-the-line tickets," Price reveals, taking out a handful of bracelets. "And I heard that this will be the last week the park will be open until next summer."

Overcome with excitement, you leap from your chair and wrap Price in a big hug. He returns the embrace, knowing how much you love amusement parks. Gaz stands up and joins in the hug, followed by Soap. Ghost watches from the wall, giving Price an approving nod.

"We're leaving in twenty minutes," Price says, stepping away from the hug. "Make sure to bring some money and wear comfortable clothing."

"It's hard to predict how long we'll be there," Soap says, turning to you. "You're definitely going to be all over the place."

"Absolutely!" You reply, happily hugging Gaz's arm. "I'm so excited to see all the wild rides and play the little games!"

"You actually enjoy those scams?" Gaz asks, giving you a look of concern. "You know they're just trying to take your money, right?"

"Not everyone is in a position to make a good living, Gaz," you say, releasing his arm. "Some people have families to support and bills to pay."

The men remained silent after your remark, causing you to look down and cough awkwardly. Gaz gazed at you with worry, and Soap nudged you to try and cheer you up. You met their gaze and offered a small smile before walking out of the room to find some casual clothes. Ghost followed you, noticing that you were upset.

"Y/n," Ghost said, making you freeze in your tracks. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, sorry, I just get carried away sometimes," you replied, looking at Ghost. "I care deeply about people who are trying their best."

"Did you grow up with similar money problems?" Ghost asked as he approached you.

"My parents used to run games at events to make ends meet," you said in a soft voice, looking at Ghost. "We barely had enough to get by each week, so it's a sensitive topic for me."

"Well, forget about it now," Ghost said, placing a hand on your shoulder. "The past is in the past."

You just needed and sigh as Ghost moves his hand away from your shoulder. You were unaware as Gaz has been listening to the small conversation that you just had with Ghost. Ghost knew that Gaz was listening, he didn’t really mind it. Gaz  soon watched as you walked away, soon approaching Ghost. 

“Why didn’t you tell her..” Gaz says softly looking at the hall you went down. “..It might of been best she knew I was listening..” 

“And let you lose your chance to actually tell her how you feel?” Ghost says looking at Gaz now. “I’m not blind, I see how you act and look at them.” 

“..Guessing you like them too?” Gaz says in a squeaking voice. “Listen.. I’m not giving up on h—“ 

Suddenly Ghost have a chuckle and looked at Gaz. Gaz looked at Ghost confused, was he wrong of Ghost liking you? 

“Gaz, I seen y/n as a little sister.” Ghost says shaking his head. “Plus.. I have my eye on someone else.” 

“Who?” Gaz asks quickly without thinking. “Who is it?” 

“Someone you shouldn’t worry about.” Ghost responds now serious. “Now let’s go get ready, I don’t want to waste more time here.” 

-

Before long, you all arrived at the amusement park and as you walked in, you held onto Gaz's arm, admiring the vibrant rides around you. Soap leaned against you with a smile, noting how your eyes lit up with excitement at the sight of everything. Gaz looked at you and chuckled, finding it adorable to see you in awe of the entire park. Price then proceeded to place bracelets on everyone's wrist.

"So, what do we do first?" Gaz asked, observing your eager expression. "Y/n, you're the amusement park expert."

"Let's go on all the fast rides!" You said, happily grabbing Ghost's arm by mistake. "And then we can go on some boat rides!"

"My arm," Ghost corrected, adjusting his mask. "Y/n."

"Sorry!" You apologized, releasing his arm. "Come on, let's make the most of this!"

"I'm right there with you!" Soap chimed in, now equally excited. "Lead the way to the next ride!"

As you all climbed into the carts of the ride called "Little O's," you felt your heart racing with excitement. Gaz sat next to you with Soap. Ghost, and Price sat together in the same cart. The belts came down, securing everyone in place. Gaz slightly reached for your hand, but before he could grab it, the carts started to move, causing you to jump in surprise. Soap nervously held onto the ride's safety belt, while Ghost and Price looked at Soap and Gaz, their expressions a mixture of fear and excitement.

Price chuckled at their reactions, but as the ride picked up speed, his laughter turned into screams of terror. Ghost held onto his seatbelt for dear life, while Gaz let out a blood-curdling scream as the ride went backwards. In response, Soap immediately hugged you, and you hugged him back, feeling a sense of comfort in each other's embrace.

The ride was incredibly fast, and as it flipped upside down, you screamed loudly, feeling your stomach drop. Price looked around, now realizing the terror-inducing ride they had all gotten themselves into, and shook his head in disbelief. The carts twisted and turned, making you feel as though you were flying through the air. The wind whipped through your hair, and you felt your heart pounding in your chest. The ride lasted for what felt like an eternity, but eventually, it came to a stop, and you all breathed a sigh of relief.

As you all stumbled out of the carts, you couldn't help but laugh at the incredible experience you had just had. You looked over at Gaz, Soap, Ghost, and Price, who were all still catching their breaths. 

"What the hell was that?!" Soap exclaimed, still trying to catch his breath. "That was insane!"

"That was terrible," Gaz agreed, sitting down on a nearby bench and placing a hand over his heart. "I don't think I can handle another ride like that. My heart can't take it."

You all sat down, trying to calm yourselves after the intense experience. Despite the fear and panic you felt during the ride, you couldn't help but feel a sense of adrenaline and excitement. You looked over at Gaz, Soap, and Price, who were all still in a state of shock. Meanwhile Ghost is shaking his head knowing that look in your eyes. It wasn’t long until you dragged the four men into more rides, more intense rides that you yourself we’re scared of. Price finally had enough and suggested to have a bite to eat before heading anywhere else. 

"What's everyone craving?" Price inquires, surveying the food carts. "I'm going for some corn on the cob."

"Corn?" Soap expresses skepticism. "Really? Out of all the options available?"

"I happen to like corn," Ghost interjects, glancing at Soap. "How about you, Johnny?"

"I'm going for corn dogs," Soap declares with a grin, eliciting eye rolls from Price and Ghost. "What? What's wrong with that?"

"Irony at its finest," Gaz remarks with a chuckle. "I'm going to scope out the options. Maybe I'll find a burger."

"I'll join you," you offer with a smile. "If that's okay."

"Of course," Gaz replies calmly. "Shall we meet back here after we've made our selections?"

"Count me in," Ghost adds in a deep voice. "I'd rather survey the options than just settle for a corn-based product."

"Hey, now that's rude," Soap says quietly. "Come on Price, let's go."

As you all split up to peruse the food carts, the enticing scent of food fills the air. You head over to a dessert cart, where an elderly woman watches as you eagerly inspect her offerings.

"Funnel cakes are three pounds, and candy apples are five," the old lady informs you.

"Thank you, miss," you reply politely. "I'll take five candy apples and three funnel cakes, please."

"We also have cotton candy," the woman adds, ringing up your purchase. "That will be thirty-four pounds."

"I don't have change, can I give you fifty pounds?" you ask, feeling slightly embarrassed. "And I'd like to place an order for cotton candy too."

"The cotton candy won't be ready for a few hours, is that okay?" the old lady asks softly.

"That's perfectly fine," you reply with a smile as you receive your sweets. "Thank you."

"Y/n, are you ready?" Gaz calls out, catching your attention. "Whoa, what did you get?"

You say goodbye to the old lady and join Gaz, who has already made a dent in his food. Ghost soon approaches, and Gaz raises an eyebrow at the small lollipop in his hand.

"That's a lot of candy for you, Y/n," Ghost observes, gesturing to your candy apples and funnel cakes.

"I got it for everyone," you reply sheepishly. "I even have cotton candy on hold."

"Really?" Gaz says with surprise. "Lucky you."

"Here," you offer, handing the two men a candy apple. "Let's go find the others."

Soon enough, you were reunited with Soap and Price, and after handing them each a candy apple, you noticed that Soap quickly finished his food and was surveying the surroundings as the crowd from the afternoon slowly dissipated with the onset of dusk. Meanwhile, Price continued munching away on his candy apple. Ghost was gazing at the candy, then shifted his gaze to Soap and offered him the lollipop he had been holding. Gaz was observing you, watching you enjoy the sweets with glee, and upon making eye contact with Gaz, you gave him a nervous smile.

"How about we try out one of those scam games?" Soap suggested, grabbing your attention. "What do you say, y/n?"

"Hell yeah!" you exclaimed with excitement and quickly scanned the area for a game to play. "Let's try that one!"

"Bottles?" Gaz asked with a confused look, as he peered over at the game you pointed out.

"Come on guys!" you said, eagerly making your way through the crowd. "Let's go!"

The men followed closely behind you, attracting curious glances as if they were bodyguards protecting a child who had just had a sugar rush. You finally made it to the front of the game and confronted the person hosting the game.

"Pay two pounds for three balls!" The host declared. "All you have to do is shatter the bottles! Shatter three in a row and win a prize. Break six and win a large stuffed animal!"

"What's the trick?" Gaz asked suspiciously. "Do we have to do it quickly or something?"

"Nah, no tricks here," the host replied with a grin. "Just stand behind that line and the game will start."

"I'll give it a shot!" Soap said, playing four pounds for six balls. "Here we go."

Soap held a ball, ready to throw it. Ghost watched as the ball barely touched the bottles, causing Gaz to laugh and Price to shake his head. You looked at the host, who seemed to have a smile on his face. Soap attempted two more times, giving up as three balls remained. Soap looked at you and handed you the remaining balls. You gave him a blank look and then looked at the balls.

"Little lady wants to give it a try, huh?" The host asked, catching your attention. "Shatter three bottles and win a prize."

"I got this," Ghost said, taking the balls from your hands. "Move aside."

You quickly stepped aside and watched as Ghost effortlessly broke three bottles. You let out a small gasp as the host became silent. Your gaze shifted to Gaz, who was taking money out of his wallet.

"Give me six," Gaz said confidently. "Thanks."

You watched as Gaz also easily shattered six bottles. The loud alarm of a big prize winner echoed, making you cover your ears. Your eyes met Gaz's as he grabbed a large stuffed bear. Ghost received his own small prize. Gaz handed the bear to you and grinned.

"These games aren't too shabby," Gaz comments as the group moves on. "What's next, y/n?"

You survey the area, hugging the stuffed bear close to your chest. Price spots a dart-throwing booth and you suggest trying it, with Gaz exhibiting a confident grin. You can't help but gaze at the bear Gaz won for you, feeling a strange emotion rising within you. Ghost nudges Soap and hands him the prize he won, causing Soap to burst into laughter. The next host takes notice of the group and hurries over.

"Welcome to the balloon fate!" The host greeted the group with excitement. "Win a prize for your lovely friends and for the sweet lady here!" The host gestured towards you and you felt Gaz's eyes on you.

However, the host's enthusiasm faded as they noticed the group's hesitance. Clearing his throat, the host pointed towards the prizes, "Three darts are two pounds. Five darts are four pounds. And for the biggest prize, you can get fourteen darts for twelve pounds."

Price rubbed his chin in thought before reaching for his wallet and pulling out twelve pounds. He grabbed the darts and began to throw them slowly at the balloons. Some of the darts bounced off the balloons and Price let out a disappointed sigh. Meanwhile, Soap looked at the host, who wore a sly grin, and then at Ghost, who was already pulling out another twelve pounds from his own wallet.

"Come on, Soap, give it a shot," Ghost encouraged, nodding towards the game host. "I think you'll do great at this."

"What do you mean?" Soap asked, looking puzzled. "What are you talking about?"

"Your line of work," Ghost whispered discreetly. "Just go ahead and give it a try."

Soap took aim and began tossing the darts, each one successfully popping a balloon. The alarm soon rang, signaling that Soap had won a big prize. He excitedly chose a large unicorn stuffed animal and turned to you with a big smile.

"Here you go, Y/n," Soap said, handing you the unicorn. "I know you love fantasy animals, so I got this for you. How about we head over to the basketball hoops next? I saw a big red bear over there, maybe Price can win it for us."

"Keep in mind that we can't bring these back to the base," Price warns, drawing attention from the host. "I'm not sure why we're even bothering to win these prizes."

"One little rule-breaking wouldn't hurt us this time," Gaz says with a mischievous grin. "Come on, do it for Y/n."

Price glances at you, still beaming with joy while holding the stuffed animals, and relents with a sigh. Gaz puts his arm around your waist, pulling you close, as Soap leads the way to the next game: basketball hoops.

The host explains the prizes as the group pays for the most expensive option, not bothering to keep track of how much money they're spending. Your attention is drawn to Gaz, still with his arm around your waist, and you can't help but smile. The moment seems to stretch on as you lock eyes and smile sheepishly. Price breaks the spell by coughing and making the final shot, winning yet another big stuffed animal, the one that Soap had his heart set on.

"Well, I just spotted a shooting game over there," Ghost says with a hum, pointing to a nearby booth. "And it looks like it has ducks as the targets."

"Want to give it a go, LT?" Soap asks, cradling the red bear in his arms. "I'd love to see how good you are."

"Wouldn't you always, Johnny?" Ghost jokes, teasing Soap.

Price clears his throat again and casts a glance over the group. Gaz still has his arm around you, as if he has forgotten he was even doing it. Ghost leads the way to the duck shooting game. You inch closer to Gaz, almost as if you want to hug him. The only thing stopping you is the stuffed animals you're holding. Gaz notices and helps you with the unicorn, chuckling at your still-childlike excitement over the bear in your arms

"You look charming with a bear in your hands," Gaz comments off-handedly. "Almost like you're innocent."

"I am innocent," you reply, feeling slightly embarrassed. "At least when I'm not on the job."

"That you are, princess," Gaz says with a soft chuckle as he watches Soap, Price, and Ghost compete against each other. "These games aren't so bad after all."

"I'm glad you've changed your mind," you say as you turn your gaze towards Gaz. "Sorry for being sensitive earlier at the base."

"It's okay," Gaz says, meeting your eyes. "Everyone has their reasons. So, what will you be naming this bear?"

"Mr. Sprinkles, of course," you reply with a playful grin. "Or maybe Love."

"Love, huh?" Gaz raises an eyebrow. "An interesting name, princess."

You feel a warm flush rise to your cheeks at Gaz's nickname for you and turn your attention to the others. Ghost is closing in on a victory, but Price isn't far behind. With a final shot, Ghost hits the last duck and wins the game, triggering a loud alarm. He has won a large prize like the rest of the group. He selects a panda and hands it to you. Your eyes meet and Gaz observes the subtle romantic tension between you and Ghost. However, the moment is broken when Ghost is the first to look away, noticing some people setting up a display.

"What do you think they're doing?" Soap asks, also looking in the direction that Ghost is looking. "Looks like it's going to be some fireworks."

"It must be the grand finale," Price interjects, reminding the group that the amusement park is close to ending for the summer. "So, does anyone have any other plans?"

"I did want to take a ride on the Ferris Wheel," Soap says with a laugh. "We can pair up!"

"I think I'll sit this one out," Price interjects, glancing around. "Excuse me, I need to use the restroom."

Price promptly heads off, leaving the rest of you behind. Ghost seems like he wants to suggest something, but Gaz clears his throat and captures your attention. Soap glances at Ghost and shrugs.

"Looks like it's just going to be Ghost and me," Soap declares before Ghost has a chance to speak up. "You and Y/n can go ahead of us."

"Sounds like a good plan." Gaz agrees, taking your hand tenderly. "Let's go see the fireworks from the top of the Ferris wheel."

As you and Gaz walk away, Ghost watches the two of you with a sigh, stopping Soap from following. Soap glances at Ghost and notices the sadness in his eyes. He then turns his attention to you and Gaz, watching as the two of you laugh and smile, holding hands.

"Wait a minute!" Soap exclaims, taking in the sight of the two of you. "How did I not see this before?"

"Forget about it, Johnny," Ghost instructs, keeping his gaze fixed on you and Gaz as you get onto the ride. "Let's just wait here."

As the Ferris wheel reaches the top, you and Gaz gaze into each other's eyes. You stand up from your seat and take in the view from the edge of the ride. Gaz joins you, standing by your side. Your eyes wander over to the stuffed animals resting in the seats.

"Y/n..." Gaz says softly, reaching for your hand. "I have something important to tell you."

The ride halts for a moment and you can sense a hint of nervousness in Gaz's voice. You look at him, wondering what he could have to say. Without a word, Gaz takes your hand and pulls you in for a tender kiss. The fireworks illuminate the night sky, highlighting the romantic moment between you and Gaz.

Down on the ground, Soap and Ghost look up at the sight in awe. Soap glances over at Ghost and sees the pain in his eyes.

"They really are kissing..." Soap says quietly. "I thought you had feelings for her, LT?"

"I did...but I always knew that Y/n and Gaz were meant to be together," Ghost responds, turning away from the sight. "Besides, I don't see myself as a particularly romantic person."

"Nice job, guys." Price remarks as he returns from the bathroom. "It's good to see that some people are finding happiness."

Ghost watches you and Gaz, who are now locked in a tender kiss under the colorful display of fireworks. Though his heart aches a little, he is happy to see Gaz so happy. After a few moments, you pull away and embrace Gaz, indicating that you have accepted his feelings. As the ride continues, a few minutes pass before you both disembark. Making your way back to the others with Gaz, who is still clutching the stuffed animals.

"That was quite a kiss," Price comments, admiring the new couple. "Just keep it professional at work, okay? I don't want any of us getting fired."

"Affirmative, Captain." Gaz says with a grin as he glances at you. "So, have you found your right person?"

You nod and smile, recalling the chat you had with Gaz at the bar not long ago. Ghost averts his gaze from you and takes a deep breath, acknowledging that you're happier with Gaz.

"Come on, let's get you that cotton candy you wanted," Gaz says with a laugh. "My Right Person.” 

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A/N: Hello! I hope you all have a good Valentine’s Day! - E <3

[hannahssimblr]

There is heat. Actual heat on my skin.

While Jen and I amble along the edge of St. Stephen’s Green I'm dimly aware that she’s saying something, and really, I should be listening because it is her birthday and she deserves my undivided attention, but the sun has just appeared from behind a building and for the first time in months I am experiencing its warmth on the side of my face. Months of dark, wet gloom have almost made me forget what this feels like. It’s a familiar rush, actually… MDMA. Yes. That’s what it's like.

“Are you listening to me?” She says accusingly, and she snaps sharply into focus. 

“Yes, of course.”

“Well then what did I just say?”

“Um,” I peer around for clues. It is the fourteenth of March. The shops and restaurants surrounding the park have begun to put cheery little shamrocks in their windows, and the Shelbourne Hotel has hung tricolour flags up above the grand doorway. We squeeze in close to the iron railings to allow a slow moving crowd of Canadian tourists with fluffy green Viking hats, and Guinness t-shirts under their coats pass by. “Uh, you were saying that you hate St. Patrick’s day.”

She scoffs, “Um, well, I do hate St. Patrick’s day, it’s gimmicky, but that’s not at all what I was saying,” she makes a swing for my arm and I manage to dodge her, “I can’t believe you weren’t listening to me on my birthday.”

“I’m listening now, sorry, sorry…” The sunshine glints between a gap in the bud laden branches overhead and I squint against it. God, that really is nice…

 “...driving me kind of crazy, like, honestly, if we could even talk about something else for a minute…”

Oh, shit. I focus really intently on what she’s saying. “Michelle,” I announce triumphantly, “This is about Michelle.”

She rolls her eyes, “Yes. Of course. If someone could enact a ban on her going on and on about Evan all of the time, it’s like, Evan this, Evan that, ‘Evan is so sweet, he’s just not like those other boys’…”

I snicker, “Oh, they’re just in love. Don’t be such a misery guts.”

“Yeah, nobody goes on about it as much as them. I get it. It’s been like, six months now can they not just cool it?” She heaves out a sigh, “And I’m just saying, I’m not a selfish person, right?”

“Nuh uh, never.”

“But if we meet them in a minute and all they do is gaze lovingly into each other's eyes I’m going to be mad, okay? I’m going to be fully upset about it. It’s my birthday. They can bloody think of things to say to me.”

I sling my arm around her as we amble through the gates of the park. The spring flowers are in full bloom now, and the smiling faces of the daffodils beam up at us from the borders along the path. “Of course they’ll make a fuss about you, Jenny, they’re not monsters. Yeah, they’re full on with the PDA and talking about their big feelings but they love you and they’ll want your birthday to be special.”

“Well, good,” she says primly, “This is my one day.”

“They’ll have me to answer to if they don’t behave.”

“Ooh, big scary Jude,” she giggles, “Will you shove them in a locker or flush their heads down the toilet?”

“I never did that to anyone!” I elbow her gently in the ribs, “who do you think I am?”

“Like I don’t remember the breast-pocket-ripping rampage you went on in first year!”

We’re both tittering as we round the gentle curve of the path and are assaulted by the sight of Michelle and Evan in the grass by the Pavillion, lying horizontal and open mouthed kissing each other. I gasp and shield Jen’s eyes with my hand. 

“Ugh! No! Too late, I’ve seen them,” She cries, and I spin her around to me and get into her eye line instead so that she has something appealing to look at instead. “Do you think it’s too early in the year for ice cream?”

“No,” she says. “Are you gonna buy me some?”

“Yeah, as many scoops as you want. Maybe when we come back those two will have finished their little performance.”

“Ugh, yes please. How do you always know what I want before I do?”

I shrug, “talent.”

“Jude Turner,” She shakes her head as we walk towards the exit together, “you're such a friend to women.”

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[deadlifts-and-deadlines]

You guys, my Saturday was a roller coaster 🤣

I had what I’m pretty sure is an intestinal blockage late Friday night. I was home alone with Ender when it happened and knew I probably needed to go to the hospital but I wasn’t sure how to make that happen, so I passed it at home. Definitely one of the scarier experiences I’ve ever had. I have never been so relieved to vomit and puke. Never been so relieved to see blood in my toilet. It’s wild how much better I felt as soon as it opened up, but I still feel Not Good and am still in pain so I am worried it hasn’t fully cleared. So I need to call the doctor today to see about getting some kind of scan or scope or cam to check on that.

Tried to go to the gym Saturday morning; that was dumb. Rowed for about 20:00 before I realized I was only making things worse for myself, so I went home.

I had great news waiting for me when I got home - my Stelara had arrived, with instructions to inject every SIX weeks. My GI came through; my appeal was approved! It still crazy to me that it took 1.5 months, and no one involved int the process could update me on anything. Like the only way I had any clue what was happening is bc one of my best friends is a psych doc and has to go through that a lot with her patients who are on injections and was able to kind of walk me through the process of how she deals with stuff on her end. So that’s a relief, I hope it makes a difference.

But did I stay home? No. I should have, there were so many reasons pointing to stay the fuck home. But no, I left my house to go to lunch and do some shopping with Robbie and Ender, and we were in line to order our food at Portillo’s when a man came and tapped my husband on the shoulder to ask if we owned the restaurant SUV because he hit our car trying to pull out of his parking space. I assumed that meant he like… scratched it? No, he ripped part of the bumper off 🫠 We had to have it towed. His truck was so high up that I couldn’t even see up into the windows when I was sitting inside of my SUV. He legit didn’t see us at all. I’m sorry, but you should only be allowed to drive big truck if you know how to safely operate it. So now my car is out of commission, and our other car isn’t starting, so I had to borrow a car from my parents. So not the worst, but definitely an inconvenience I do not want to deal with when I feel like ass!

Anyway, after that I was like yeah we’re done, no shopping, only rage, time to go home, and I spent 6 glorious hours on the couch reading and then we ordered pizza for dinner. So it didn’t end all bad, but man!

[deathsbestgirl]

quagmire part two

@waiting-for-the-day here be nonsense

she agrees with him and she's funny.

scully is crazy. she thinks there's some non-human creature out their eating people and she just takes her little dog for a walk. she's fine, she's got her gun.

and queequeg is even worse!! these two and their no fear. this tiny little pup who should be afraid of the world goes running into the woods for a second time and this time gets EATEN. poor scully lol

but now we're getting to the best scenes, my favorites.

like when scully comes back, no queequeg in tow, mulder is still fixated as she's sitting in shock.

this man says "i'm sorry about queequeg" then rambles on about the pictures as if scully didn't just watch her dog eaten lmao and she's trying to listen to him, they still have a case & a pile of dead bodies they don't want growing but she comprehended nothing.

"i kind of faded out"

"can you drive a boat?"

(he really hated queequeg lmao)

AND HERE WE GO. the boat.

okay i love this scene soooo much. the part on the boat is so underrated.

that little line about expectation & hope, seek and ye shall find. i think mikaela already said it best:

(read the whole post: https://www.tumblr.com/waiting-for-the-day/722583454298079232/in-quagmire-after-the-boat-crashes-when-theyre)

earlier, scully played along with him talking about other sea monsters. here she's showing off some sailing skills *and* telling him a nice little anecdote about "here be monsters" — right up his ally as he's pouring over the map trying to tell her where to go.

(literally these little moments of sharing her childhood & nerdery, being his (best) friend, giving him those moments he didn't get to have as a kid, using it to bond with him, to show how she listens & cares and she's just like him really)

the jokes they make are so nerdy and it's a core part of their relationship. they both just store information in their brains in the hope they'll be able to whip it out to impress the other, or make them laugh.

~too bad we're not fishing~ ~we are fishing~

~here be monsters~ ~i have a map of nyc just like that~

and one of my favorite things about scully: when she doesn't know something, mulder must have the answers! ~what is that? what is that mulder?~ ~here be monsters, scully~ (and he does know this time, he just doesn't know what kind of monster they're actually going to find)

making jokes when their boat is about to sink with them on it. i love them. so unserious.

scully yelling mayday and mulder stopping her like honey we have to get out of here now please put on your life jacket — NO FEAR which is extra funny because she's about to give a speech about ~respect nature because it has no respect for you~

(oh the quips. "there goes our $500 deposit" and ~i say we swim~ ~swim? ...in which direction?!~)

cotr really has so much. it becomes a little breaking point for scully. at the beginning she was annoyed with mulder and she didn't understand why he was even interested in the case, and then when she sees the big blue sign she's exasperated. it also isn't a typical case he goes for. so yes, he's interested in big blue, not entirely out of the realm of possibility. but she can't figure out why, because what does this really have to do with his sister? what everything usually goes back to for him. she's been mulling this over since the episode started.

and now!! they're stuck on a rock in the middle of the lake and they have no idea if anyone heard their call & is coming. and he's still all ~that's big blue!~

scully: mulder, sometimes i just can't figure them out.

like she really really wants to understand him. she's always trying to understand him. big blue has her stumped.

and then they're interrupted by the DUCK and the humor is back

she's like ~how dare you joke about cannabalism it's real to me~

and ugh my favorite thing. mulder was too focused earlier to give space for scully losing queequeg. but he gets another opening here,. he has no idea what to do (and he really hated that dog). however there's one thing he can do and it's let her talk.

he asks why the name queequeg and she talks about moby dick and her dad and starbuck and it's so sweet & relatable (i have one cat named newspaper because my dad was always reading the paper — we had piles of them & i still have one he kept when obama became president — and another cat named saturn because he had a saturn & he loved that car & ya know, because space lol) and it's another way they open up to each other & bond & they're just best friends. this is a best friends conversation for sure. (and maybe dipping into how deep their relationship goes)

and then !!! scully has a revelation.

[scully finishes the line with him and they are both trying to impress each other here idc what anyone says. scully has that book memorized and mulder probably read it once, maybe twice and has been *waiting* to share this little tidbit with her for years!!!]

anyway. this whole conversation has been simmering. scully has been confused & frustrated, but she believes in mulder & she cares about him & she's going to follow him until they find the truth he's seeking. she's there for the journey, with all its circle & endless lines & aberrations. they've been making jokes & quips, giving each other small moments of levity to ease the tension surrounding them. all of it so they can get to the crux of it and that's what's happening on this rock.

she compares him to ahab "everything takes on a warped significance to fit your megalomaniacal cosmology" and "scully are you coming onto me?" (the way she ignores his ~flirting 90% of the time kills me, she's ~so funny) and "trying to do so will only leave you dead along with everyone else you bring with you" and god he's so serious & unserious, he can't have this conversation (which i think is something he really fears after scully's abduction, before it was just him, only he could be hurt or killed. that's not how it is now) without humor, so he talks about wanting a peg leg. "i'm not being flippant" and "and that's not flippant?"

(and nobody believes he wouldn't be hobbling around on a peg leg still doing exactly what he's doing now. the delusion that he could be content just living.)

and then farraday comes to save (ruin) the day "hope i'm not interrupting anything" how much did this man hear 🤣

they tell him about the boat sinking and when he asks, scully claims "it was my fault" instead of trying to explain to this non-believer that it was possibly big blue. god i love her.

and then the sheriff finds them, tells them about search. mulder tells him they need to search striker's cove but he doesn't listen til scully in her very judicious way says "Sheriff, Agent Mulder and I would appreciate it if you could spare two or three of your men to assist us here." and he agrees. scully's face:

and then farraday is attacked and he didn't see it (surprise surprise) and mulder is the first person to see what's attacking people and he's so sad it's an alligator which he kills (like he's soooo cute. he wants it to be big blue so bad but if it was he would have had to kill it and then he would have cried!!!)

and another underrated scene:

scully can see he's disappointed. he didn't find the big white whale he wanted, but he solved the case and saved more people from dying/attacks. she thinks he should be proud of the work he did.

scully finally gets it now. mulder wants something tangible too. he wants to keep hoping, he wants to believe. and he found hope in big blue's existence and he just wanted to experience something being real, with evidence & proof. (go read mikaela's post!! she says it perfectly)

and scully will always do everything to keep his hope & belief alive, to protect it. because it's precious. it's one of the most beautiful & special things about him. and it's this wonderful, quiet moment between two best friends who don't always get each other but they always try. they always listen. they stay by each other's side. for better or worse. the new ahab & starbuck.

(the way mulder has a natural skepticism he fights with thome & the desire to believe. i think he's afraid not to. the way scully has an innate ability to believe but it frightens her and so she fights it with skepticism)

[bumblebriez]

Out of this world. (Mark Grayson x AFAB!Reader) Pt.1

SELF INDULGENT

⚠️⚠️⚠️: NSFW content, Gore. Blood. Death. Swearing. Everything else you would see in the show.

This is an interesting one. Mostly self indulgent. This is very much an experiment. For me and you guys. I just had a dream about it and thought I might as well get it down and see how it does.

This is basically just an introduction chapter, they should be longer and not soo rushed. It should follow the story line enough but also not really. Not completely anyway. Strictly my own plot with a mix of invincible plot

This will be a series. Also a crossover.

Reader is Half-Saiyan. Daughter of Son Goku. Who is not present. I'm not going to give off much of the plot right now, because it is a work in progress!

Reader is a bit of a bitch in the beginning but will eventually come around. It just fits the scene for me. I will try my hardest to make the character fit themselves!

Mind the mistakes, I tend to miss them.

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It all started that day when Mark first laid his eyes on that very unfamiliar face. She was gorgeous. Stunning. He could not pry his eyes away.

Her long black hair framed her face well; though it was a bit crazy.

Deep dark onyx eyes that held almost no emotion. She was intriguing. Mark was very much intrigued.

Her posture was strong, straight. Head held high but still no emotion. Students avoided her path, splitting up and allowing her to pass.

His eyes followed her down the school hallway, completely ignoring everything his best friend was spitting at him.

"Dude? Where did you go?" William exclaimed, waving a hand furiously in Mark's face; finally grabbing his best friend's attention.

"Huh? What? I'm here. What were you saying?" Mark sputtered, shaking his head.

"You're ridiculous." William sighed deeply, running a hand over his features before starting his dilemma from the beginning. Mark tried to focus on William's words but his mind was elsewhere.

Who was that girl.

The rest of the day was just that. He didn't see that girl again. No matter how hard he looked, she was no where to be found. Completely disappeared.

Mark tried to look around in the cafeteria for this unknown girl but atlas she wasn't there.

He tried asking William but the boy had no idea what he was talking about.

"You do realise there are lots of girls here right?" Mark groaned lowly, feeling like he was going crazy. No one had seen what he saw. It was driving him nuts. There was no way he imagined her up.

His mind was going haywire, could this be another sup that quite literally slipped right under everyone's noses, except his own. Mark couldn't understand why his mind was filled with this one person, constantly filling his brain with all kinds of thoughts. Some good and some bad.

He needed to see her again. 'Obviously' to make sure he wasn't going crazy.

Mark had managed to find a way to preoccupy his mind, his powers had finally decided to arrive, seeing as he had tossed a garbage bag presumably half way across the world.

From learning how to control his powers and basic fighting skills from his father to helping save the world, that girl he saw had completely fluttered from his mind. Almost nearly forgotten.

That was until he saw her again and he wasn't the only one to her this time. She appeared on the school grounds and school bag in tow.

Mark quickly prodded his best friend to turn around and see what he was seeing "That's her! That's her! See I told you!" William's eyes widened slightly before rolling his eyes. Another girl for Mark to basically fawn over and do nothing about it.

"My god. You're ridiculous. I thought you were with Eve." Mark scoffed loudly, shoving his hand in his best friend's face. "I told you we're aren't together. We are just friends." William eyed the boy suspiciously. Then how can he explain that they always end up leaving around the same time. Both missing in action.

That girl caught Mark's eyes once again when she was approached by that asshole, Todd. Feeling a sudden surge run through his body, he was going to intervene. Before he could even make a move to go over there after witnessing Todd grab the girls arm, roughly.

She broke out of his grasp before her knee was thrusted aggressively into Todd's stomach, causing the towering boy to double over in pain.

A stunned Mark stared intensely at the scene that unfolded infront of him. This unfamiliar girl had brought this boy that was much bigger than her to his knees. It was impressive.

A thought went through Mark's mind, thinking she might not be just some normal girl but you never know.

People might surprise you.

Mark had to know who she was. He was determined.

"Damn. New girl's got some grit." William exclaimed quietly as the boys watched her, brush past Todd, leaving him grovelling in pain.

She sure did. She was fearless. Radiating with pride and confidence. No normal new girl. That's why she was intriguing.

For the next few days, Mark would always spot her. She seemed to like being alone. Multiple students would try and strike up a conversation with her but would be brushed off. She had no interest in making friends, it seemed. Bummer for Mark.

Mark would watch as she would purposely find a spot where she wouldn't be disturbed. As soon as someone tried to sit down with her, she would gather her things and walk out without a word. It would seem Mark would have trouble down the line, finding away to converse with the girl.

Mark would later find out her name was Y/N from his trusty and nosy best friend. He thought it was a beautiful name. It suited her well.

"I think you're way too basic for a girl like her." William teased as he shovelled some of his lunch into his mouth, his eyes stuck to his phone. Mark glared slightly at the brunette "Gee thanks for the confidence boost."

"Hey I'm just being honest." Mark waved off his best friend before poking at his food on his own tray. What would he know? I can be interesting. I'm Invincible. A small smirk appearing on Mark's lips; hidden from view. Just a thought.

As Mark was preparing for his next class, grabbing the remainder of his book from his locker. The door closed aggressively on him, thankfully he had pulled everything he needed out. His face flushed red when he realised just who had done that.

"Can you stop watching me." Her voice was like honey for his ears. He was almost awestruck but quickly broke from this trance not wanting to make to the situation more worse.

"Huh? Uh- Was I? I didn't think I was." His hand scratched the back of his head, nervously. For a superhero, he still felt like a dork.

Y/N crossed her arms across her chest, her eyebrows furrowed deeply. Even though she looked angry, she was cute in his eyes. Almost like a dangerous cute.

"You were. Stop it. It's creepy." Without another word, she strutted away from Invincible. Leaving the boy a wreak. Mark felt so stupid and scared that he had ruined the chance to actually get to know her.

Mark gripped his hair tightly, feeling overwhelmed with stupidity. A deep sigh releasing from his throat. Great. Now he's a creep. His mind was running with the thought.

The next time he conversed with her was an interesting one. More than interesting. Insane. It all made sense. Why you were so... strong.

He witnessed it the second time the flaxan invasion happened. Just as they were about to smash those guys into the ground, she showed up; pushing through teen team.

"Woah woah! Didn't you hear us girl. Get your ass out of here!" Rex exclaimed loudly, Y/n just ignored the arrogant teen; her eyebrows furrowed, annoyed. More at the disturbance in-front of the group. How dare they interrupt her peaceful walk.

Invincible hand reached out towards her, wanting to stop her. What could she possibly be doing. She was going to get hurt. Mark was hero, it was his job to look after the people and allowing Y/n to think she could take this own was assisted suicide.

Yeah sure she flipped the school asshole on his back but it doesn't look like she's a superhero. If she was, she wouldn't be showing her face, right?

"Hello? Are you mute? Get the fuck outta here!" Rex went to grab her shoulder but missed, leaving the redhead stunned. How did he miss a simple touch? Like she completely dodge it without moving.

"You know. Your voice is very irritating. I'm only gonna need 30 seconds. Hold your breath." Before anyone could recollect themselves. Y/n slammed her foot into the ground, a crater formed right under her; startling everyone that was surrounding the mysterious girl.

Not too long after, she let out a loud cry, a golden aura enveloping her. Hair snapping from the band that held it back; sticking up in the air. Turning yellow. Her original onyx eyes turned to a piercing emerald colour. Mark thought she was stunning before, now she was majestic. A goddess.

She pushed herself off the ground, soaring through the air; fist pointed right at the aliens. It all happened so quickly. She bulldozed through the whole army. The team couldn't pinpoint where exactly she was, except from bodies that were flying through the air.

"Ka"

Her hands curled up by her hip, a low light emitting from them. She continued to bounce from alien to alien, delivering lethal kicks.

"Me"

The light began to grow brighter, Mark's eyes squinted from behind his googles as it started to sting.

"Ha Me"

One of the aliens tried to grab her, but she jumped into the air, landing a hard blow to his temple, sending him flying into nearby debris, causing a few to start retreating back through their portals.

Everyone gasped loudly as she appeared right in front of them, the light bright and big; a light blue shining over everything, the ground shaking all around. Bits of rock starting to levitate.

"HAAA!"

A very large blue energy beam shot from her hands, her voice vibrating through the air as she thrusted forward. The beam engulfed the whole army, vaporising the intergalactic beings.

Teen team and Invincible shielded themselves from the intense winds that were pooling from Y/n. Struggling to stand in one place; their feet started to slide backwards.

This power.

None of them have experienced something like this before.

Y/n let out a breath she didn't realise she was holding, powering down to her original form; her hair falling to her shoulders back to the dark ebony.

"What the fuuuck." Rex exclaimed quietly for his team mates to hear.

What the fuck was correct. What just happened.

The mystery girl turned to face the teens, brushing loose debris and dirt from her clothes. Mark released his breath that he didn't really know he was holding in. She said she only needed 30 seconds.

That was 24.

"Don't think this will happen again." She spoke clearly before pushing off the ground and shot straight up into the air.

As the guardians stood around, staring deeply at the spot, she was previously standing in. They didn't realise a certain man had appeared behind them. Cecil. The scar-faced man that majority of the guardians worked for.

"Who was that." He growled lowly, having witnessed the entirety of the fight from his monitor.

"She goes to my school." Invincible croaked out.

[fussingoverfassbender]

“I've never been really good at anything in my life.”

Interview with Michael Fassbender Monsieur - 01 - Spring 2023

The German-Irish Michael Fassbender belongs to the ranks of successful actors who are appreciated by both critics and audiences. But his real obsession is racing. A conversation about Paul Newman, Michael Schumacher and a shy boy who liked to play with slingshots and climb trees.

Mr. Fassbender, have you ever heard the German word Nervenkitzel? Sorry, my German is a bit rusty. Something to do with nerves, that's clear. But what does Kitzel mean? Handbag maybe? (laughs)

Not quite. The word Nervenkitzel describes the nervous tension that a person feels when they go into dangerous situations. Ah understand. But I have to disappoint you: I don't go into dangerous situations.

Speeding down a race track in a 500 hp car at 300 km/h, do you think it's safe? Well, people always say, "Wow, you're driving 300 kilometers an hour, that's crazy!" But there's really nothing wrong with driving 300 in a straight line, almost anyone can do it.

If you don't care about the adrenaline rush, then what about? Adrenaline is important, no question. But for me it's about reaching a state of non-thinking. Do you know that feeling when everything flows together?

You mean kind of a zen moment when mind and body become one? Exactly! I'm addicted to this feeling. Because I think it's very rare in life that we surrender ourselves completely to something, become absorbed in it.

At what moments do you reach this status? For example, when I take a corner in the racing car at the right speed on the tracks in Monza or Spa, without letting the car skid, but precisely feeling that I'm driving on edge - I feel one with the car.

Five years ago you were a guest on Jimmy Fallon on The Tonight Show and he asked you what car you drive. Her reply was, "I don't have a car." It's a long way from a man who doesn't own a car to a statement like this just now, isn't it? (laughs) Yeah, I remember. I bought my first car in the early 2000s and drove it around London for almost a year. Eventually my money ran out and I had to go back to Ireland to my parents. Just before the ferry at Fishguard there was a bang and smoke billowed out of the radiator. I just made it onto the ship with the engine roaring and called my father. He waited on the other side and towed me all the way to Killarney in his car. That's more than 250 kilometers!

Not every father does that. No, I know. But my father is always positive. He's the guy whose glass is always half full.

What kind of car was that back then? It was a Peugeot 306 Spinnaker, special edition.

And what happened to it? We had the motor replaced and six months later I had an accident. Total loss.

No!? Yes!

Is your father a mechanic? No, he worked as a chef. And I don't have the faintest idea about the inner workings of a car.

So where does your enthusiasm for racing come from? Hm, we never had fast cars. My father drove a Renault 16, he always said: A car is like an animal. You have to feel the engine, listen to its mood and sounds. I always wanted to sit on his lap. He taught me to drive when I was 12. Only on private roads, of course.

Naturally. What kind of boy were you back then: adventurous and daring or more quiet and thoughtful? I think I was pretty quiet.

No bleeding wounds, no fights? No, not that I remember. I was a shy boy, loved climbing trees, running, track and field because I couldn't play football or basketball.

Richard Lietz, Porsche works driver and something like your mentor, said about you: You are not the greatest racing talent... Oh, he has no idea! (laughs; Richard Lietz is only a few meters away).

...but you are a meticulous worker who tries very hard and is eager to learn and learn. Are you satisfied with this description? No, I'm not. I originally wanted to stop acting at the age of 40 and just go racing. Go-kart racing mind you. But then I got this opportunity: Porsche sports car, 500 hp, a whole team supporting me, perfect conditions. A dream.

There are some fellow actors who have lived the same dream in the past: Steve McQueen, Gene Hackman, Paul Newman. When asked why he races, Newman once replied, "I've always been about competition. My wife thought I raced because I was bored of acting, but the thing is, you can't compete in acting . And I'm a competitive guy." Do you feel the same? I've studied almost all of his interviews, and at one point he says, "Racing was the only thing I could do with grace and decency." And that's how I feel too.

You don't want to compete with the competition? In racing, you're either the fastest or you're not. Thats is quite easy. And I would say I'm definitely competitive in my league of lousy amateur riders (laughs). But the thing is, I've never been really good at anything in my life. It was just different when driving. When I sat in a go-kart for the first time, I thought: hey, I can do this. I had a good feeling, not scared. I loved it straight away.

Your fellow actor Patrick Dempsey, who owns his own racing team, praises you as a great driver with a lot of talent. That's very kind of him to say that. Of course I have talent. But to me, talent is just the first step in a connection or believing in something you're tackling. Everything else is back-breaking work.

Do you like to torment yourself? Torment? I want to improve, yes. Especially when something goes wrong, it's very difficult for me to tick something off and go home. I hate standing still. I also believe that there are no secrets in life. And you probably know the theory that you need 10,000 hours of practice to be good at something. Real racing drivers have been in the cockpit since they were six years old. They are one with the car with every fiber of their being.

Michael Schumacher is said to have sat in a converted five-horsepower Kettcar at the age of four. Michael Schumacher is my hero. I was very fortunate to meet him once in Monaco when he was driving for Mercedes-Benz. I will never complete my 10,000 hours of driving, that's clear and also far too expensive. But I'm trying everything in my power to take as much as possible out of this experience.

Have you ever felt that zen moment we spoke of at the beginning in any other activity? Hm. I had the same feeling when I was a boy and I ran. You know: just me and the road.

And in acting? Not often, but sometimes.

When was it? When I was shooting the movie "Hunger". The film is about the hunger strike by IRA members in a Northern Irish prison. We shot a 24-minute shot non-stop, and we were just two actors in the scene. It was a tough experience and at the same time almost a surreal experience.

Does that mean there are definitely similarities between racing and acting? Yes, of course, you have to be super focused and relaxed at the same time. And sometimes you should have the feeling that you don't understand what's happening to you.

Isn't that the point where you start loving something? What if it doesn't make sense? Absolutely! Because as soon as something makes sense to me, I start liking it less. As a kid, I had a real steering wheel from an old car and used it to run around my room simulating racing. I don't think I understood what I was doing back then. it was a game

Seems you're a hopeless romantic. Are you living the boy's dream from back then? (laughs) Yes, a large part of my entry into racing was pure naivety - that's for sure.

What kind of car do you actually own today? A van. For my surfboard and my family.

[kudosmyhero]

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (vol. 1) #10: Silent Partner

Read Date: May 28, 2023 Cover Date: April 1987 ● Writer: Kevin Eastman ◦ Peter Laird ● Pencils: Kevin Eastman ◦ Peter Laird ● Inks: Kevin Eastman ◦ Peter Laird ◦ Michael Dooney ● Letters: Steve Lavigne ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: ● yassss Shredder’s on the cover! thank goodness the tv series got them to revise one of the best villains ever ● this issue hits the ground running

● have we met Casey Jones yet? I can’t remember if we’ve met him yet in this series (Yes we did, in Raphael's micro) ● the Turtles know his name, so I guess we have met him ● Car 54 reference ● panels like this make me really wanna see NYC in the snow someday…

● this lines up nicely as I’ve just reached the Northampton arc in the IDW series! ● 👏👏👏👏👏

Synopsis: As everyone is reacting to Leonardo's battered body being thrown through April's apartment window, a cadre of Foot Ninja crash through the remaining apertures in hot pursuit of the fallen turtle. A fierce battle takes place and April's home is trashed. The wonderful Holiday spirit that had pervaded the apartment mere moments before has been shattered as easily as the panes of glass.

The Turtles retreat to the first floor of April's building, fighting Foot all the way. Leonardo is badly hurt and can barely move, so April helps him walk. O'Neil is nearly killed as she opens a door, but she's saved by Leo's quick reactions. The exertion causes him to collapse again, but the protagonists make their way to April's ground floor antiques shop. Unfortunately they find the Shredder and numerous Foot Ninja waiting for them!

Before the battle can erupt, a hooded stranger emerges… it's Casey Jones (the crazy vigilante Raph befriended in Raphael #1)! Casey attacks and Raph joyously joins in… much to everyone else's surprise. The battle now favors the turtles thanks to Casey and they begin to kick some serious butt. Casey actually gets the better of the Shredder and sends him flying with a kick! Don, however, doesn't fare so well against Shredder later in the fight. Fortunately, as Shredder is about to make mincemeat out of Donnie, Mikey hurls a Foot Ninja into the villain, proclaiming "You forgot one thing… our teamwork!"

As things begin to look hopeful for the turtles and crew, the Foot blast a hole in the ceiling of the shop and more enemies drop into the melee. April remembers that her father had done a poor job of sealing an opening in a defunct walk-in freezer (the shop had once been a grocery store), so everyone heads there to escape.

The blast in the ceiling has created a fire, and the smoke alerts the local police. As the sirens wail and the building burns, the Shredder and his Foot make their escape.

Casey, the Turtles, April and Splinter manage to get out of the burning building by way of the freezer. They decide that they can't take the van due to the police presence and head out on foot. From a rooftop several blocks away, the protagonists watch the Second Time Around building burn. April falls to the ground and cries.

In the next scene, we find the group driving out on the highway in Casey's '57 Chevy with a U-Haul trailer in tow. April rides in the car with Casey while Splinter, Don, Raph and Mike do what they can to attend to Leonardo's injuries inside the trailer. The group take the Northampton, Massachusetts exit…

(https://turtlepedia.fandom.com/wiki/Silent_Partner)

Fan Art: commission from Inu-Sama by 07kiwa

Accompanying Podcast: ● Shellheads - episode 16

[bwv572]

I'm trying to write a hymn and it's driving me crazy that I can't figure out how to use the right preposition to go with "figured", used as a passive participle.

The line in question is addressing Jesus as the incarnate Word, "figured" referring to the fact that he was made man. If it wasn't a participle, (i.e. if it were a noun), I could just say "in human figure", but this doesn't work as a verb, "in human figured". The best preposition as a verb would be "as", but this requires an article: "as a human figured", which throws off the meter.

Perhaps throwing in "made" could work, "as man made figured" - but two problems here: "man made" next to each other is automatically heresy, and while technically "made figured" is not against the creeds, it still tows the line with the creed "begotten, not made". This is tricky theological territory. "Made figured" would echo the line "he was conceived by the power of the holy spirit [...] and made man". Basically, his human flesh was made, but Jesus Christ was not himself made.

The reason I must use figured though, and not figure, is I'm trying to to paraphrase John 15, the verses about the True Vine, and figured is the only word that kinda sorta rhymes with vineyard. It's not a perfect rhyme, as it lacks the -n-, but both end in the syllable /jərd/.

I've got: "the eternal word on earth took root / and said, [...] figured: / I am the vine, and you my shoot / this world my father's vineyard"

[raspberrysmoon]

(She runs at the towing figure of LUMBER AXE, leaping up and planting her feet on his chest, driving the blade of the shovel into his chest, dark black blood splattering onto her face. She grunts and pushes the blade deeper.) [NOTE: GRACE, PETE, and STEPH’s lines are layered atop one another.]

STEPH: Oh, god, I’m gay. PETE: I like my women covered in blood- GRACE (dead;y serious): I want her so bad.

(STEPH and GRACE stare at GRACE in confusion. KAI groans.)

KAI: CAN YOU FREAKS KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS?!

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nobody in this scene is normal about kai.

GRACE (dead;y serious) LMAO. they make me crazy

this looks like the end...... or near it...... 👀👀