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visceravalentines · 1 year

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solicitation

Murph Connors x AFAB!Reader

IT'S HERE BABES. AT LAST. this was so so far outside of my comfort zone but i'm finally happy with it I think. thank you for your patience and your love for this silly goofy guy. I just adore him and I hope you do too.

You go undercover as a sex worker, determined to nail the Major Crimes Unit for their casual disregard for the law. Unfortunately, the blonde one is...really cute.

5.1k words. Porn w/ plot. Everyone's a cop including reader. Drinking & drug use. Canon-typical douchebag behavior. Murph knows like ten words and nine of them are "fuck." Smut, fingering, very mild dirty talk. Murph is thicc iykwim. He's also a sub and reader is more dominant as a result. Creampie bc we DESERVE IT. Apologies in advance for all the side characters in this lol.

In theory, this had the potential to be a cut-and-dry operation.

The Major Crimes Unit wasn’t exactly shy about their complete and utter disregard for the law. All laws. Every law. The running joke was that the only difference between the MCU and the guys they took down was a badge. Unfortunately, they tended to pull results out of the smoldering wreckage left in their wake, and that had lent them a truly maddening amount of immunity.

No one had come at them from this angle, though. You were a pioneer of sorts. A pioneer with a wire taped between your boobs.

You didn’t probably need to be wearing actual lingerie. The dress was enough. But it was a mental thing, being undercover. Started from the ground up. So you looked stunning yet attainable, sweet and a little spicy. Fun. You looked fun. This was going to be fun.

Technically, when Detective Henderson had made the offer to you and a few of the regular corner girls to stop by suite 243 at the Haven on Vine, that had almost been enough. He had been deliberately vague about the nature of the invitation, but money had changed hands, and the implication hung in the air. You could get him for that, if you dug your nails in.

But you didn’t just want Henderson. You wanted all of them, but most of all, you wanted O’Brien. To see that smug sonofabitch slapped with a solicitation charge? You just might sell yourself for real to make that happen.

So you agreed, along with the rest of the girls, hitched a ride with a couple of them about an hour later. Only one of them knew you were a cop, the one who had tipped you off that the MCU went looking for party favors every Saturday night. You’d had her back a few times. She’d keep your secret to herself.

The cacophony of three pairs of pleasers clacking up the cinder block stairwell was deafening. You made your way down the hall to 243, watched your girl rap on the door with fingers tipped bright pink and glittering. When the door flung open wide, O’Brien was standing there with a beer in one hand and a blunt in the other, all bad tattoos and worse attitude.

“Ladies!” he boomed. “Come in, come in, please.” He stepped out of the way, ushered you in, grabbed your ass as you passed. You hid the grit of your teeth behind a silly smile, kept it pasted on as you surveyed the scene.

The gang was all here. Detectives Henderson and Connors were hunched over a poker game. The pool was a mixture of cash, drugs, and someone’s silver lighter. Detective Magalon had cards in one hand and a hooker in the other. Detective Zapata was snorting coke off the countertop with not one but two girls, bringing the grand total of dirty cops up to five, sex workers up to six, counting you, and crimes in progress up to twelve or so.

“Make yourselves at home,” O’Brien said. “Can I get you something, a drink, a smoke?”

The other girls opted for drugs. You needed your wits about you, weren’t supposed to drink undercover, and so you declined altogether. This was met with general disapproval.

“Come on,” Connors teased. He winked at you when you met his eye. He was cute, you thought. Kind of scruffy.

O’Brien levelled a stare at you from beneath his heavy brow. Much less cute. “What, you underage or something?”

You had to play the game to win. “What do you got?”

“Well, we’re fresh out of pina coladas. What kinda night you hoping for, honey?” O’Brien held up a bottle of vodka and a fifth of whiskey.

Vodka always hit you hard and fast. “I’ll take the whiskey.”

“Atta girl,” Henderson muttered.

“Your wish, sweetheart.” O’Brien poured you a generous serving into a glass and leered at you. Maybe the whiskey was a good idea after all. You batted your eyes at him and took a delicate sip, let it seep across your tongue until the burn turned to cinnamon and cloves. He grabbed your arm and kissed your cheek as he walked by. “Let’s fucking party, boys!”

Zapata cranked the volume on the speaker thumping R&B from an iPod – a genuine third-gen iPod Touch. The room was stifling, smelled of coconut body spray and weed. This job always took you to the nicest places, but you hadn’t expected to be blasted back to a shitty house party in 2009.

You sipped your whiskey sparingly and trailed O’Brien around the room like a lovesick teenager for a while, laughing at what passed for jokes, hanging on his arm every chance you got, making sure to get every one of the men’s voices on record. You danced with one of the girls for a song or two and listened to countless stories told by dirty cops, which all amounted to basically nothing. No details, no evidence, no incrimination. Apparently, you just had to be there.

The whiskey was warm in your hand by the time you decided to give it a rest. You were putting in work and getting nowhere fast, and you truly could not stand Nick O’Brien. You choked down one more sip before tipping it quietly down the drain. You’d had too much already.

Leaning against the countertop, you tracked your mark from across the room. He took a shot, punched Magalon in the arm, dropped to the couch beside Connors. You watched him lay a heavy hand on the blonde’s shoulder, lean in close, whisper something to him that you couldn’t make out. Connors’ gaze lingered on his cards, then floated across the room and up the length of your body before meeting your eyes.

“C’mere, princess,” he said, patting the space on the couch beside him.

You rounded the poker game, felt both detectives watching you. “My friend here needs some company,” O’Brien said, clapping Connors on the back.

You paused, regarding both men with doe-eyed interest. You were being pawned off, just like that. You weren’t sure whether to be relieved or offended. “What about you, baby?”

O’Brien smirked. “Flattered, honey, but I’m married.”

Zapata snorted. “Since when?”

O’Brien scowled at him. “You were in the wedding party, dipshit.”

“Uh-huh, so where’s your ring, Nick?” Henderson folded, set his hand on the table.

O’Brien shrugged. “Left it by the sink or some shit.” He stood up and maneuvered past you with his hand on your waist, nudging you toward the couch. “Sit down, honey, Murph don’t bite unless you ask him to.”

“That’s the truth,” Connors said as he folded too. “Borracho, you gonna show us your hand or what?”

Magalon withdrew his tongue from behind the teeth of the girl in his lap just long enough to say, “Fold.” He threw his cards down on the table. Henderson and Connors groaned.

“Man, you won that round,” Henderson grumbled. “You ain’t even playing.”

You sank down onto the couch beside Connors and tried not to feel like you were being handed a consolation prize. You reminded yourself that there was evidence aplenty tucked in your cleavage. With their luck and yours, it would probably amount to a month’s suspension. A goddamn paid vacation. Fuckingridiculous.

“One more round?” Henderson asked, shuffling cards.

“Nah.” Connors leaned back and put his arm around you, nudged you into his side. “Got better things to do.”

You rested your hand on his ribs, looked up at him through your lashes. The night was still young. You could play this right, maybe land an actual criminal charge on at least one of them. Of course it had to be the cute one. His thumb drew circles on the bare skin of your shoulder.

“Hey.” He smiled at you. He had killer eyes, you noticed. Sky fucking blue. “What’s your name, baby?”

“Selene.”

“Selene,” he repeated. You liked his voice. Had that been your real name, you’d have butterflies. “Name’s Murph.”

”Is that short for something?”

He chuckled. He’d probably been answering that question his whole life. “Nah. Just Murph.”

You examined him up close. He had a tattoo on his neck, the most basic compass rose you’d ever seen, black ink bleeding a little from age and sun exposure. You wondered if he’d been a sailor in a former life, maybe ex-Navy. His shirt was a size too small, clinging to him like a second skin, tight on his biceps.

“You work out, Murph?” you asked. Low-hanging fruit.

“Every day, baby.”

“That's about all Murph does,” Henderson said, shuffling the deck. “Can’t get rid of the double chin under that beard though.”

“What do you do, Henderson?” Murph shot back. “’Cause I never see you at the gym, skinny motherfucker.”

“C’mon man, you know if Gus ain't working he's praying,” Zapata offered from the kitchen.

“Look, I'm a man of faith,” Henderson said as he pulled the pot towards him with a glance at Magalon, who could not have cared less.

Zapata scoffed. “Name one book in the Bible, dude. One.”

Murph pulled you in closer to be heard over the sound of their bickering. His cologne was smokey and musky, made your nose tingle. “I don’t just work out.”

You cracked a smile at his defensive tone. “What else do you do?”

You felt his nose against your temple, his beard bristly on your cheek. “I surf, too. You like the beach?” His lips at your ear sent chills down your arms.

“I love the beach.” You hated the beach.

“You surf?”

“I’ve tried it once or twice.” An outright lie. “I’m not very good at it.”

“Bet you look hot as fuck in a bikini.”

“I do, actually.” This was true.

His gaze flicked to your mouth and back up. “What do you do for fun, princess?”

You cocked your head. “You mean, besides this?”

Murph laughed. “Yeah. Besides this.”

“I like to cook. I jog. Got a couple dogs, take them to the park on weekends.”

“You ever been to the dog park on 11th? Real nice, has a little obstacle course and shit.”

“How long does it take you to run through it, Murph?” Zapata interrupted.

“About the same amount of time as it takes to fuck your mother.” You snorted and he snickered in your ear, conspiratorial. “Got him.”

Morons, every one of them. You couldn’t keep from rolling your eyes.

Murph didn’t seem to notice. “C’mere, baby.”

He patted his knee and you slid into his lap, looped an arm around his neck. Your tits were nearly in his face and you had to sneak a surreptitious glance down the front of your dress to make sure that the mic wasn’t visible. His jeans were rough on the bare skin of your thighs. He held you against him with one big hand splayed on your waist, the other on your ass, and gave you a squeeze. “You’re fine as fuck, girl.”

You ran your hand over his stomach. Considerable muscle was tucked beneath the foundation of a beer gut. He probably looked good without a shirt, wet and sandy. Too bad you hated the beach.

“You wanna take this somewhere else?” you murmured. Risky. You were skirting the line. You couldn’t actually offer him anything, not even verbally. You had to be vague enough to leave space for a lawyer to argue it had been Murph’s idea to pay you for sex.

He looked at you with interest, almost made you wish these were better circumstances. His lashes were long and thick. You imagined, just for a moment, how it would feel to watch those pretty eyes roll back. How he sounded in bed. You had to cut that train of thought off quick as you felt it shoot straight to your pussy. You were working, for God’s sake.

For a second, you were sure he was going to proposition you right then and there. The promise of it hung in the meager air between you. But then his mouth twisted into a wry smile and he let you down easy with a kiss on your cheek. “Not yet, princess. Night’s still young.”

He looked away, threw an insult at Zapata, got sucked into a mind-numbing conversation about baseball statistics. You were relegated back to accessory status with his hand trailing aimlessly up and down your thigh.

With determination bordering on desperation, you kept working on him, keying him up a little at a time, making sure he didn’t forget about you. You ran your fingers through his hair, drew circles on his chest. For all he was barely paying you attention, you were terribly distracted by him, kept catching yourself admiring his profile. Your knee was nestled against his crotch and you found yourself thinking he probably had a gorgeous cock. He had just the right amount of swagger for it.

Christ. You dug your nails into your palm to snap yourself out of it. Goddamn whiskey was making you spacey. You were not, in fact, here to get laid. You were here to score something more than a slap on the wrist for bad behavior. A department transfer at least, jail time at best. Breaking up the boys’ club either way.

Across the coffee table, Magalon finally decided to stop dry humping his girl in full view of everyone. He untangled himself to escort her into one of the two bedrooms amidst a chorus of howls and ribbing, threw a theatrical wink over his shoulder before swinging the door shut behind him.

“Get it, my man,” Henderson said with a lazy salute.

“It was just gettin’ good,” O’Brien complained. “I got half a boner here.”

Spurred on by the knowledge there was one bedroom left and four girls looking to make an actual business transaction tonight, you figured it was time for desperate measures. You’d already lost O’Brien; you weren’t about to let the night end without a victory.

“Murph, baby,” you whined softly. You had his attention immediately. The expression on his face was so open and earnest that a fleeting thrum of guilt flitted through your chest.

You stroked his cheek and leaned in slow, giving him the opportunity to deflect you, but he didn’t. His lips were soft and he met your kiss with surprising gentleness. He tasted like weed smoke when you slipped your tongue over the threshold of his mouth. You felt his hands tighten their grip on you just a little bit, like he was looking to stabilize himself.

The room filled with hoots and exaggerated moans from your audience and it was enough, you had him, but you didn’t stop and neither did he. His cock twitched against your leg and you let out a small sound of satisfaction, forgetting for a minute that none of this was real. Your hand slid to his neck. His skin was hot under your fingers.

When he broke the kiss and leaned back, he regarded you with a look on his face like he’d underestimated you. His lip shone with your spit. You wanted to suck on it.

“Get outta here?” he mumbled. You nodded and rose unsteadily from his lap. He took your hand and picked his way past the coffee table, leading you to the other bedroom.

“Make good choices,” O’Brien called. “Use protection.”

Murph flipped him off before swinging the door shut behind you.

You turned and opened your mouth to back him into a corner, ask him just what he was hoping for, but his hands were on your waist and he was kissing you again before you got the chance to speak. You meant to push him off – of course you did – but you balled up his shirt in your fists instead, parted your lips for his tongue. He groaned low in his throat and you pressed yourself against him.

“Fuck,” he muttered, backing you toward the bed until your knees hit the mattress and you dropped to a seat.

“Murph –”

“You’re so fucking sexy.” He braced himself on the mattress and bent to kiss the skin below your ear.

“Murph, wait –”

“Tell me, how long have you been a cop?”

You froze. Had you heard him right? “…what?”

He lifted his head and met your eyes, a smug, reproving smile on his face. “Nick clocked you in the first fifteen minutes, baby. Told me to keep you busy. This ain’t our first rodeo.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock. You had no words.

Even in the wan yellow light filtering in through the blinds, you could tell he was enjoying himself. “What you wearing under that dress? A thong? A wire?”

“…both.”

Murph grinned. “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,” he said loudly, “let the record show she kissed me first. That’s entrapment, detective.”

You scowled. “Fuck you.”

“Now let’s talk about that,” he said. “You seem pretty committed to the bit, huh?”

You hesitated. “I…I don’t….”

“It’s okay. The thing is, I really want to fuck you too. Don’t pretend like you haven’t been thinking about it all night,” he said, cutting off your protest before it could materialize. “Bet that thong’s nice and wet, huh?”

You smacked his arm. “You’re an ass.”

“I know it.” He leaned back, gave you a little space. “Look at it this way. You absolutely can’t use that recording now, right? So this has been one hell of a waste of your time.”

“Looks like it,” you shot back.

“It doesn’t have to be.” There it was again, that sweet, sincere expression. “Let me make your night, princess. We’re two consenting adults.”

“No way.”

“Why not? I’ll even tell Nick he was wrong and you are just a whore.”

You scoffed. “What an offer.”

Murph chuckled. “Come on, baby doll. You know you want to.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek, mind racing. He was right, any evidence you’d managed to collect had gone up in smoke the moment he’d outed you on tape. For all intents and purposes, after you left, you were never here. And if he could shield you from Nick O’Brien’s wrath….

He tucked his finger beneath your chin and leaned in. “Please?”

Your breath caught. You did want him. You let your eyes drift shut as his lips found yours. His kiss lacked any hint of malice, was all softness and sensuality. Your hands hovered to his face and you caved, kissing him back, kissing him harder, grabbing his shoulders to tug him on top of you.

To your surprise, he resisted. “Mm – hey.”

“Shut up.”

“Wait.” He pulled back. “Probably best we get that wire off, huh?”

You narrowed your eyes. “The wire, or the dress?”

Murph shrugged. “Both. I’ll get naked too, if it makes you feel better.”

He peeled his shirt off and you were right, he looked damn good without one. The hair on his chest was blonde and curly, the hair on his stomach a shade darker, disappearing into his boxers. He had a tattoo of a shark on his left hip. You shimmied out of your dress and there was the mic taped securely between your breasts, the wire running down your stomach to a small receiver at your hip.

“Fuck.” He reached out and peeled it off, the brush of his thumb sending goosebumps flaring across your skin. “You’re gorgeous, girl.”

You grabbed him by the beltloops. “Come here.”

“Whatever you say.”

He sprawled on top of you and you caught him on your lips, scrambling up the mattress and pulling him along with you. He scooped you into his arms and rolled onto his side, hitched your leg over his hip, grabbed at your ass. You palmed him through his jeans and he threw his head back and moaned.

“Pants are too fuckin’ tight,” he complained.

“Whose fault is that?”

“Yours.”

You undid his fly and slid your hand into his pants, feeling him up through his boxers. He was thick. He writhed as you stroked him purposefully, caught between working his jeans off and melting into your touch.

“What’s the matter?” you teased.

“Driving me fucking crazy. Hold on. Fuck.” He swatted your hand away and stripped off everything at once and you must’ve been on your game at least a little bit tonight because he did indeed have a gorgeous cock. You wrapped your hand around it before he could even settle back beside you and he groaned, collapsing onto his back.

“Jesus Christ, Murph.” Your fingers only just met around his girth. “You’re huge.”

“I know,” he grumbled. “We can take it slow, it’s – fuck – it’s okay.”

You didn’t expect him to be so considerate. “That’s awfully sweet of you.”

“It’s nothing, c’mere. Let me touch you.” He slipped his fingers past your panties and you sighed as he eased them along your slit. You could feel how wet you already were. So could he. “Goddamn…you want it bad, huh?”

“Been pressed up against you all night.”

When his thumb found your clit you jerked and gasped. “Take it easy, baby, I got you. Like that?” He worked you in soft, slow circles that had you bucking against his hand.

“Yeah. Like that.”

You were wound up and desperate for him by the time he pushed his fingers into you, cursing under his breath at the sound they made as he scissored them in and out. The man could multitask, rutting into your hand as he fucked you with his fingers. His kisses were sloppy, without pretense. When you squeezed his balls he moaned shamelessly into your mouth.

“You like that?” you asked him coyly.

“Yeah.”

“Feels good?”

“Feels so fucking good. Get on top of me, girl.”

You obliged, straddling his hips, holding his dick where you wanted so you could grind against him. His head lolled and he let out a vocal sigh, grabbing at the blanket, grabbing at your waist, arching his spine. You were torn between watching his face and watching his cock part your lips as you rocked back and forth. When you reached behind your back to tug at his balls again he whined.

“Need to be inside you, baby, please?”

“I don’t know if I’m ready yet.” You were absolutely ready.

He squeezed his eyes shut, furrowed his brow. “That’s fine, yeah. That’s okay.”

“I can try….” You lowered yourself onto him slowly, so slowly, easing just the head of his cock into you.

“God – fucking – “

“How’s that?”

“So good, baby, that’s so g – fuck.” He bit his lip hard as you sank a little further down. “It’s perfect, you’re perfect.”

You sighed in bliss. “You gonna cum already, Connors?”

“No way. I’m good. You good?”

“I’m great.”

You took him all the way at a glacial pace just to see him squirm, half an inch at a time until he filled you completely. His gaze was locked on your pussy, stretched snug around him, and when his eyes finally wandered up to meet yours his pupils were blown in the darkness.

“Fuck me?” he said breathlessly.

You rolled your hips slow and he groaned, gripping the flesh of your thighs. You rode him lazily, reveling in every little sound that escaped from his mouth, the way his lashes fluttered when you switched up the angle. When he fumbled for your clit in the meager light you took his hand and guided him to it, letting out a soft squeak when he found it. Your cunt clenched tight and he shuddered.

“Easy, tiger.” You slid your hands up his stomach, over his chest. When your thumbs brushed across his nipples he responded with a broken moan and a full-body flinch. “Oh, sweet boy.” He was done for.

You bent low over him and laved your tongue around his nipple, sucking greedily, worrying the other one between your fingers. He choked out a sound that was downright indecent, tangling his hand in your hair and grinding up into you, helpless and needy. The change in position pressed his cock to your g-spot and you rabbited your hips in short, quick thrusts until you were both frenzied and panting.

His beard was coarse as you combed your fingers through it, admiring his flushed and handsome face. “Pretty boy. You feel so good.”

“You’re hot as fuck,” he muttered, shaking his head. “That pussy is – fuck.”

You smiled at him. He was sexy like this, so thoroughly dazed and disheveled, whimpering when you flexed around him. “What are you gonna give me if I let you cum inside?”

“A million dollars,” he said immediately. “Are you for real? Two million dollars.”

You laughed. “No way you have two million dollars.”

“I can get it.” He said it like he meant it.

You gripped his hair and kissed him, lapping at his tongue. His big hands were warm and gentle on your waist. “How about you let me finish first?”

“How about I let you finish first and I give you my number?”

“Is that for my benefit or yours?”

“Mutual benefit, baby doll.”

“Deal.”

His muscles flexed under your hands as he sat up and adjusted you in his lap, wrapping his arms around you, kissing you hungrily. He dug his nails into your back as your mouth wandered down his neck, licking the sweat from his skin, blazing a trail of love bites and kisses, sucking a sultry purple hickey into the center of his tattoo.

“I got work in the morning,” he protested weakly.

“Good,” you said. “They’re gonna love it.”

He offered you his thumb and you wrapped your lips around it, watching his expression turn desperate as you sucked a shade past innocence. He tugged it from your mouth with a pop, snaked his hand between your bodies and felt for your clit.

You made a soft, dreamy sound when he stroked you just right. He was damn good with his hands. “Let me make you feel good, baby,” he murmured. “Wanna make that pussy fucking drip.”

You let him work you up for a minute and then took up a gradual rhythm, eyes closed, grinding on him with intention. Wave after wave of steady-building sensation coursed through you, tightening the clutch of your body around him. You were so full, pulled tight, the friction addictive. You could feel it, that swing and pull like gravity, his body coaxing yours to the brink.

“That’s it, princess, let me see it.”

You pawed at his shoulders. “Murph….”

“You gonna cum for me?” he breathed.

“Yes – God –”

“Fuck, you better cum for me, I can’t –”

You felt the swell of your release in your core and cried out, burying your face in his shoulder and clawing at his biceps, riding him through it. Pleasure washed through your veins. Your cunt spasmed in staccato bursts, stretched to its limit.

Murph inhaled sharply, his whole body tense. You felt him quiver inside you. “Baby – baby – please –”

Hazy and gratified, you strung kisses along his jaw, snapped your hips until he started to come apart. “Come on, big boy, cum for me.”

With satisfaction, you watched his eyes roll back as he let go and it was better than you’d imagined, the way his lips parted and a strangled groan twisted free, the way he threw his head back like some feral animal under the moon. You gasped at the throb and pulse of him inside you, sending vestigial sparks spiraling off into your core.

He slumped forward with his forehead pressed to yours and let out a heavy sigh. “Fuck,” he mumbled.

“Fuck,” you agreed.

You moved to extricate yourself and he grunted, tightened his arms around you. “You got somewhere to be?”

“We should probably get back out there.” You had no idea how much time had passed. The music was still going strong in the next room; you couldn’t imagine anyone had called it a night.

He pressed a kiss to your temple. “No way, baby.”

You laughed, smoothing his hair back from his brow. “We can’t stay in here.”

“We could,” he said. “We could sleep here.”

You shook your head. “O’Brien’s going to be pissed at you.”

“He’s always pissed. Don’t bring him up. This is a nice moment.”

With a laugh, you said, “You’re right. It is.”

You laid your head on his shoulder and listened to his heartbeat for a few minutes more before pulling away in spite of his protests. “You’re breaking my heart,” he complained.

“You’ll have to text me later so I can break it again.”

“Do you need a ride home?”

“No, I’ll call a cab.”

“You don’t want a police escort?”

“I’m a fucking cop, Murph.”

“Oh. Right.” He watched you dress. “What’s your name? Your real name.”

You told him, smiled when he repeated it to himself. “Do you really surf?”

“All the time. I love it.”

“I have a confession. I hate the beach.”

Murph gave you a crooked smile. “Bet I can change your mind.”

He offered his arm to stabilize you as you stepped into your absurdly high heels, wound the wire around his hand neatly and gave it to you to hide away in your bra. He called after you as you made for the door. “Hey.”

You turned. He sat on the edge of the bed, hair mussed, light from the streetlamp out the window cutting lines across his bare chest.

“Kiss me goodnight?” he said without a hint of sarcasm.

Fuck, he was cute. You wobbled back across the carpet and took his face in your hands, kissed him long and sweet. “Goodnight, tiger.”

He took your hand as you pulled away and kissed your fingers, and then finally, reluctantly let you go. “’Night, princess.”

You slipped back into the main room, met the chorus of heckling with a beatific smile. You exchanged a few words with your girl from the corner, let her know you wouldn’t need a ride home. She gave you a look; you gave it right back; she gave you a subtle nod of approval.

On your way out you shot a glance at O’Brien. You couldn’t help it. He had a look on his face that could curdle milk, watching you like a hawk. You supposed it was alright you hadn’t managed to get very far with him, all things considered.

You gave him a delicate finger wave, blew him a kiss. “Thanks for the invite.”

“Get the fuck out.”

You winked at him as you ducked out the door. “Your wish, sweetheart.”

#murph connors #murph connors fanfiction #not tagging this den of thieves bc this fic is not for people who unironically enjoyed this movie let's be honest #my writing

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haddonfieldwhore · 1 year

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late nights - nick jones

nick jones (house of wax) x fem!reader

word count: 845

warnings: a few uses of ma’am, lying to law enforcement, mention of a stolen car, mention of violence, nsfw hinted/themes? idk, langauge

@visceravalentines

a scraping sound outside your window nearly pulled you from your sleeping state, but i wasn’t quite enough to wake you. instead, your eyes snapped open to the feeling of a hand over your mouth, and you stared up and the man crouched above you in your bed, the cold breeze of the midnight air prickling against your skin through the open window.

“shh shh shhh it’s me,” nick hushed as he slowly removed his hand from your mouth. you sighed as he kissed you softly, rolling your eyes as your heart rate slowed back down to its normal speed.

“jesus, nick. you scared me,” you said, turning towards him as he laid down next to you in bed. “you know there’s this thing called the front door-“

“well where’s the fun it that?” he smiled mischievously, kissing you again, deeper this time, his teeth nibbling at your bottom lip. rolling on top of you, his hands landed on your hips, fingertips sliding underneath your top. “is this my shirt?” he asked, lips travelling up the column of your throat.

“what if i tell you it’s some other guys?”

“i’d tell you that you’re a bad liar.” he kissed your lips again, before a knock at the front door interrupted the two of you. “oh also- i’m not here.” you slapped his chest as he rolled off of you, letting you get up to answer the door. you hurried down the stairs and opened the door to be met by the beam from a flashlight in your eyes.

“ow- watch where you shine that thing,” you said looking away as the police officer on your doorstep lowered the light. you flipped the switch for the porch light, and let your eyes adjust.

“sorry ma’am. how are you tonight?” the officer who’s badge read “norris” asked.

“i was fine before someone started knocking on my door in the middle of the night. most people are asleep at this time you know?” you rubbed your eyes before wrapping your arms around yourself to try to keep warm.

“i’m sorry ma’am.we’re looking for a certain individual by the name of nick jones. have you seen or heard from him lately?” he asked, and you silently wondered what your boyfriend had done now to have the cops knocking on your door.

“no, i haven’t. is he… dangerous?” you asked, putting on a scared face; it usually worked to throw off suspicion, at least in your experience. this was not exactly the first time you had lied to the cops to protect nick, but the first time he had been hiding in your room when you’d done it.

“there’s nothing to worry about ma’am. just checking the with anyone who we think might have heard something, that’s all. we’ll protect you.” he said, his eyes trailing up your bare legs in your pyjama shorts.

“thank you officer. if i hear anything you’ll be the first to know,” you fake smiled, shutting the door with a sigh once he was down the driveway. just as you relaxed, nicks fingertips dug into your ribs and you nearly shrieked. his hand covered your mouth to stop any sound from coming out, and was quickly replaced with his own lips on yours. you kissed him back as he dragged you back up the stairs and to your bedroom.

“what do you think baby, am i dangerous?” he teased, his hips pressing against yours as he hovered over top of you in your bed.

“hmm very,” you hummed as you bit the skin under his jaw gently, soothing the area with your tongue after, causing nick to groan slightly. “what did you do this time idiot?”

“just stole a car for a few minutes, no biggie,” he laughed, and you hit him upside the head with your pillow.

“i’d you go to jail i’m not waiting around for you, jackass.”

“sure you’re not.”

“whatever. you owe me,”

“yes ma’am.”

“i swear to god if he called me ma’am one more time-“

“want me to kick his ass?” nick joked, but you knew he would’ve actually done it if you asked. instead you just rolled your eyes, poking his chest with your finger. nick kissed you once more, deeper this time, but slower, as if to show you how much he appreciated you in a way he couldn’t express with words.

“thank you. how ‘bout make it up to you?” he smirked, his thumbs hooking under the waistband of your shorts and beginning to pull them down as he lips ground yours again. you smiled into the kiss before he slid his tongue past your lips. his large hands dragged your shorts down your legs, and he trailed kisses from your hip bones down to your knees as he went.

“nick-“ your breath hitched as the cold air hit your exposed skin, his kisses sending tingles up your spine.

“relax- i’ll be gentle,” he smirked, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh as he stared up at you.

“and you said i was a bad liar.”

#nick house of wax #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #nick jones #nick jones x reader #nick jones imagine #chad michael murray

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𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚙 |𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚌

authors note: you’ll notice i changed the timing of things, but i had to for it to work for the story. summary: they have a crush on one of their best friends, spider, what happens when they see spider with some chick at the festival, they spend time awkwardly avoiding him, until the party. as they run away from the cops, they hurt their ankle, and spider takes care of them. words: 4.7k

“fuck my life” rowan groaned, aggressively rolling over and pulling the blanket over their face to shield them from the sun entering through the windows.

“ow what the hell” ant grumbled, rubbing his head after they had hit it by accident. he yawned, stretched out, before looking at his alarm clock. “it’s 8:10, rowan. we have to get up or we’ll be late for school.”

“wow okay mr responsible, since when do you care about being on time?” they joked, knowing how rebellious ant has been in the past few weeks.

“hey, i’m responsible” he throws back, before getting up and pulling the comforter off the bed, leaving rowan curled around pillows. as he starts to get ready, changing into cleaner clothes, they finally start to wake themself up.

“honestly, i don’t feel like going in today” rowan shrugs watching as he puts on a sweatshirt. “i really don’t want to see spider..”

ant turns around, and slouches dramatically. “dude, no way you’re going to skip school just because spider slept with some whore at the festival. and you know what? it probably meant absolutely nothing” he said comfortingly.

“i just don’t get it, one minute he’s super sweet and holding my drink so it doesn’t get spiked, then he’s pashing some slut who has her tits out.” rowan calms, feeling disappointed in themself for letting a guy get to them. they’ve never felt like this before, in all honesty it’s typically the opposite way around.

rowan’s definitely gotten around, but to be fair it’s hard not to when you go to hartley high. i mean they’ve even slept with their own bestfriend, who happens to be right infront of them. they both agreed it didn’t mean anything, and was just some fun, but it did make them closer.

“i think you should forget about it, okay? he’s literally an idiot, and that’s coming from me”

“but you’re also an idiot.” rowan chuckles, pulling on some black baggy jeans. they look around, and start pulling out stuff from their bag. “fuck i didn’t bring an extra shirt, can i borrow one?”

“uh of course??” ant draws out his words to make it more dramatic. he digs around in his closet, looking for one that rowan’s worn before. “hows this?” he asks, holding up the one with a sunflower and bee on it.

“absolutely perfect!” rowan puts on the shirt, and huffs, grabbing their bag, and digging out the side pocket for their car keys. “are we stopping for breakfast orrrr?”

“i think my moms made pancakes?” he says in a questioning tone, opening his bedroom door and smelling the hallway. “yes, yes she has.” he laughs.

____

“god your mom makes the best pancakes” rowan starts moaning, causing ant to laugh which therefore makes her laugh.

“god save it for the sex you’re going to have this term” he jokes, snickering as rowan pulls into the parking lot.

as they get out, rowan can already see spider and dusty from here. they’re having a quick chat with one of the basketball guys. they glance around the lot, also seeing darren and quinni.

quinni starts to jump up and down seeing rowan. they wave to eachother before she goes back to whispering with darren. quinni and rowan had been friends for a few years, meeting at the extra help room in middle school.

they’ve always had problems with adhd and focusing, making it hard to be in a class with loud and disruptive classmates. unfortunately in highschool, they just have to suck it up and wear headphones most days.

“you got this” ant whispers in their ear, while holding onto their arm as normal. ant is big into physical touch which means he’s constantly holding rowan.

“hey guys!” he calls out, earning grins from the guys.

“hey rowan! see you at ants tomorrow night?” dusty asks, curiously wondering if they would be there to play video games.

“oh hell yeah, i still have to kick your ass!” they giggle.

“oh? is that ant’s shirt?” he points out, giving you a face. spider finally snapped out of his staring at the ground. his eyebrow raised, as he inspected their outfit. “are you sure you aren’t sleeping together?” dusty wonders outloud.

“n- we are” ant shakes his head as he speaks, throwing his arms up like he’s been caught.

spiders eyes widen. “what? really?”

“no idiot. we’re friends. i love this fucker but i’d never sleep with him a second time” now that confession makes his eyes widen even more. he quickly shakes his head, and calms himself.

“wow, knew you were a slut, but your best friend? damnn” spider snickers, before realizing that sounded less like a joke and more like an incredibly rude insult.

ant’s jaw drops, and dusty looks like he’s unsure whether or not to laugh.

“well aren’t you sweet.” rowan says scoffing, before adjusting her backpack and walking off, towards quinni and darren.

“bro, that is totally not how you get rowan to like you.” dusty slaps the back of spiders head out of disappointment.

“no really, that is not cool, even for you.” ant says, rolling his eyes.

“i didn’t mean to.” the blonde shrugged, “thought it was a funny joke.”

“don’t lie, you’re just jealous.” ant walks off in rowans direction.

all of a sudden, his thoughts are interrupted by a younger student. “OI! there’s a fully-gacked sex map in the old stairwell!!”

“what?”

“sex map?”

all of a sudden, everyone is rushing towards the stairwell, completely disregarding that class was starting in a few minutes. spider finds himself running at a quicker speed then most.

all he can hear is screaming, heavy footsteps and panting as other people find their way to the map. “oh shit” he lets out, his eyes wandering to his own name first. quinni, saska and suzie cho. two of those weren’t true, he had made those up to his mates almost 7 months ago, and suzie cho was only a blowie. he groaned internally now knowing that they would know that he was lying.

“what in the kids helpline?” darren looks bewildered.

“no!!”

“a wristy!”

“everyone whos fucked everyone”

“couldn’t walk for three days, that’s true” spider laughs, watching as ant dabs up dusty.

“cum queen!”

“jenny got fisted, holy shit” spiders eyes wander more and more.

“oh shit, darren jerked you off? nice bro, you into dudes now? spider questions.

rowan turns in his direction, and pushes back spider a bit, feeling offended for darren. “who says i’m a dude?” “why didn’t you tell us?”

he laughs it off, then faltering. he sees rowan in black sparkly letters, then he notices the lines connecting to their name, all of the lines.

sasha, zoe clarke, nathan white, ant, cash, tilly, and suzie cho. wait, he bent down to look at the small writing under their name. and two private school boys.

he felt a turn in his stomach, having to clutch it. something about knowing everyone they’ve had sex with, hurt him. he saw them go closer to the wall, finger running against the lines of the people connected to them. “what the fuck” rowan let out, before then standing on a stool that they dragged out from the corner.

“this is not true!” they shout, pointing at the line connecting them to cash. they grabbed a marker from their backpack and drew over it. cash and rowan were in a hidden relationship for around 5 months but things just weren’t working out, tons of communication issues. rowan still loved him, platonically, almost like a brother in a way.

after drawing over the line, rowan steps back, walking into spider on accident. they take a deep breath, and suddenly in seconds, there’s tears welling in their eyes. “guess you’re right. i’m just a slut”

____

“can the following students please meet at classroom 5D. Amerie Wadia, Harper McLean, Sasha So, Missy Beckett, Dustin Reid, Spencer White, Anthony Vaughn and Rowan Yearwood, Darren Rivers, Quinn Gallagher-John, Douglas Piggott, Malakai Mitchell.”

“welcome, welcome” rowan walks by the principal entering the class. there’s multiple tables scattered around the room, and suddenly they see ant waving them over.

“what the fuck is this” rowan questions, seeing everyone come in and sit down.

“punishment probably” dusty shrugs.

“map bitch!” spider shouts towards amerie.

“so.. cemetery tonight?” rowan asks, looking towards the guys.

“yeah boy”

“hell yeah”

“oi, uh whats the cemetery?” darren asks.

“well it’s-”

“none ya biz, bongwater.” spider spits, looking them up and down.

“it’s just a party thing.” they clarified, sending a gentle smile towards darren, before ignoring spider.

“okay, settle down. thank you.” ms woodsy’s attempt to silence everyone wasn’t working very well.

the woman standing at the front takes a deep breath. “hi, everyone. i’m miss joesphine obah, but you can call me jojo. it’s kind of like yo-yo but j.” she chuckled, before clearing her throat. “i’m an english teacher, so i know some of you.” she nodded in rowan’s direction.

“but i’m sure you’re all wondering why you’re here.. well your names were on the map in the stairwell. the one that’s out of bounds.”

a boy up front sitting next to amerie raises his hand out of confusion. and finally rowan begins to question who he is. they whisper in ants direction, asking if he’s seen him before.

“uhm, what map?” the new kid asks.

“okay, very funny, look peeps, we’re not dumb. we know a lot of you are sexually active, but we’re concerned this map demonstrates a real lack of respect for one another when it comes to sexual relationships. so we want to address it head on..”

the new teacher, miss josephine went on about the new class and how it aims to give the students information about sex and intimacy. rowan wasn’t paying much attention, they were looking at spider, still upset about the comment he made to them earlier. how could he say something like that? did he really think it was some funny joke?

he then stood ontop of the table and started chanting “sluts, sluts, sluts” thrusting himself near ant.

“oh brother.” rowan shook their head, and started focusing on the teachers again.

“i think we should do the handshake game.”

“that’s not the best one to start with”

“all right everybody.. up!” woodsy shouted. “okay now clear these tables to the side please. thank you, now i want you all to start walking around the room. come onn, walking!!”

rowan started walking, listening to everyones chatter. “now i want you to choose three other people to start shaking hands with.. shaking, shake, good, you know how to shake.”

rowan first shook hands with ant, it sort of became a bro hug, then they walked past dusty, making sure to give a good shake with him too. spider came around them and held his hand out with a gentle smile, almost as a way to apologize.

rowan scoffed, and shook hands with quinni.

“and, stop.” everyone stood straight up, and still. “spencer, you have genital crabs.” people started laughing at that.

“checks out.” darren shrugged. “yeah i’m not surprised, he is a bit of a slut” rowan added on avoiding spiders eyes. more laughter.

“not in real life, thank you darren and rowan for the purposes of this game.” “put your hand up spencer, hand up, spencer, now!” “now everyone that shook hands with spencer, hands up.”

dusty, and ants hands raised up high. “now, shook hands with them.” rowans hand went up too, followed by more people, then more. “you all have genital warts.”

rowan snickered, as malakai spoke. “i thought it was crabs.”

a little while later, the bell rung and rowan went to go sit on the rocks near the edge of the school, eating their lunch that ant’s mom had made for them. veggies, fruit, and a sandwich. cash came by and they talked a bit, about the map, until it got a bit serious.

“i did something really bad.” he admits, grimacing already.

“what did chook make you do.” were the first words out of rowans mouth.

“okay-well, i technically didn’t do anything myself, but that’s the problem..”

“oh god cash, just tell me.” rowan pleaded, scared for one of their best friends.

“i-i, i was driving a car.. after the festival and-d in the back, chook was groping someone.. she was so drunk and i think he drugged her.”

“holy shit.” rowans eyes widened. “is she okay now? was she underage? who was it?” they began to panic.

“...harper.” cash’s voice wavers. “i don’t know why i didn’t help sooner, all i did was unlock the car door when we were at the gas station. i tried to talk to her after slts, but she told me to fuck off. i don’t know what to do.” his eyes began to well.

rowan took a few deep breaths, before grabbing him tightly, and pulling him into a hug. “fuck man.. you need to distance yourself from them.. but i’m proud of you okay? you probably just saved that girl from being raped.” they took a second. “i’d avoid her for a bit, she could think you’re just as bad as them, maybe even scared of you.”

he nodded along. “okay, okay.”

“maybe i’ll try and talk to her.” rowan shrugs, knowing that harper could probably use some comfort, especially considering the weird girl fight happening between her and amerie.

“thank you, rowan.” cash hugs them tight, trying not to cry.

“hey, hey, it’s okay cashy.” feeling him tremble, starts to make them cry as well.

fucking spider.

spider, dusty and ant walk out of the gymnasium laughing about the basketball practice. spider had absolutely kicked ass, and the new kid was on the floor, holding his ankle.

“i knew he was shit.” spider snickered, getting a highfive from dusty.

ant checked his phone, seeing no message from rowan. they were all a bit surprised when they hadn’t shown up to watch practice, it was a normal thing they did together. “have you guys talked to rowan in the last little bit? they haven’t replied to my messages.” ant frowned.

“nope.” dusty said, popping the ‘p’. spider scratched the back of his neck.

“is she-” “sorry, are they, still upset at me? they wouldn’t shake my hand when we were in sex jail.”

“i mean what you said was pretty fucking rude.” ant glares at him. “like, jeez, glad they returned the favour and called you a slut infront of everyone.”

spider threw his hands in the air. “i’m such a fucking idiot.” with mutual agreements from the other boys. “can’t believe i fucked everything up because.. ugh.” he groaned.

“because you were jealous at the thought of me and rowan boning.” ant jokingly smirked. “but really, it meant nothing, we were just drunk and thought it would be funny.” “that was awhile ago too, we’re like practically family.”

“ew, you’d fuck your family?” dustin made fake gagging sounds.

“pfftt shut up, don’t be gross.” ant winced at him. “but like i said spider, no feelings, at. all.”

spider let out a deep breath, fully relieved. “thank fuck.” he ran his fingers through his hair. “how do i make it up to them?”

“confess your feels, bro.” dusty shrugged.

“or just be not a complete asshole to them? show you care or like actually respect them.” ant said, like it was obvious to the guy.

it wasn’t. which may be surprising to some people, to normal people. he wasn’t normal. he’s never done the whole ‘crush’ or ‘liking’ someone thing. infact he’s not really experienced in sex either. everyone thinks he’s some sex machine but in reality he’s just a virgin, whos gotten a few blowies. he tried having sex with some girl a few months ago but he couldn’t get it up. in general he just doesn’t understand vaginas. ‘stupid things’ ‘lazy kebabs’

“make it up to her at the party or something!” ant suggests, before catching a glance of rowan and cash sitting by the rocks. “i’ve found them!” he shouts, running and flailing his arms in their direction.

rowan wipes their eyes, seeing ant in the distance running towards them. “oh god.” they giggle.

the next few classes were absolutely boring and went by almost too quickly. the only thing rowan could think of was, what to wear at the cemetery.

once school had ended, as usual rowan and ant met up by their car, chatting a bit before getting in and taking off. “so, how was the rest of your day?” they asked ant, curious.

“ugh full of spider talking about you.” he yawned dramatically. “gets tiring after awhile.”

“wait really?” they question, looking to him.

“yeahh he felt really bad about earlier, said he wanted to make it up to you, he’ll probably be allllllll over you at the party.” ant said, as they pulled up to his house. he started to get out, but before he did, rowan grabbed his arm.

“okay so i’m gonna go home, get ready and i’ll come by at 9? is that all good?”

“9? party starts at 11.” ant clarifies.

“yeah but i wanna get high before we go.” rowan smiles, laughing before they push ant back out the car.

“i’m cool with that, see you then, row!” ant calls out, walking off to his house.

rowan got home, and made sure to get upstairs quickly to avoid their mother. bit of an asshole she was. after their fathers suicide, their mom was never the same, drinking, taking drugs, beating on them and their younger brother. they hadn’t seen him in awhile. he was temporarily re-homed for his safety. they had taken him to the emergency room once night after their mom had an episode.

thankfully the department of social services got involved, and he’s safe now, with a loving normal family. rowan wishes they would’ve taken them too but, something about their age made it complicated.

they foraged through their closet, trying to find something that would make them look attractive. they wanted to get some attention, hoping it would make them feel better about the spider situation. they had liked him for years, since middle school. it only made it harder when they became friends, and when they became the second bassist for the guys’ band.

pulling out a plain black tank top, and throwing it on the bed, rowan was then looking for some jewerly, planning on wearing the pants they were already in. they decided on a black choker and dangly silver earrings, along with studs for the rest of their piercings. they re-adjusted their septum, and looked at themself in the mirror. ‘hmmm jacket.. jacket..’

they grabbed a plain red sweater, and reached for their doc martens. “hell yeah” they nodded at themself, wondering if they should do any makeup.

after a few minutes, they decided on just a light red smokey eye. they were about to start on their hair, when quinni started ringing.

“hey girl, what’s up?” rowan asked.

“hiii!!” darren gently pushed quinni so they could see the phone. “woah, okay sexy. will we see you at the cemetery?”

“obviously, can’t you tell by this-” rowan cuts themself off and does a spin. “outfit.”

“you look gorgeous.” a different voice is heard, and suddenly amerie is on screen too. “i don’t think we’ve properly met.” she said.

“well, talk to me at the party, and we can.” rowan smiled, before looking at the time. “i gotta get going guys but i’ll talk later.”

and just like that, rowan was on their way to ants.

____

“fuckk, this is some good shit.” rowan says, while breathing out smoke, from the joint between their fingers, while watching the road.

ant took over driving while rowan decided to get high before the little get together. “you look really cool.” he said, looking over to them.

“thanks! i tried a new makeup look.” rowan smiled. “i’m so excited, can’t wait to get fucked up.”

“me too, however i am missing the responsible you. don’t let the spider thing get to you okay?” ant nodded.

“i’m trying not to, i feel a lot better now then before.”

“good. also i heard dusty saying to park the cars by his house so it doesn’t look suspicious to the cops.”

“ohh yeah, good idea.” rowan agreed, and watched as ant pulled into dustys driveway. “its like a 10 minute walk right?”

“yeah about i think.”

rowan groaned as they began walking, feeling the tiniest bit dizzy. “told you, you shouldn’t of smoked!” ant laughed, watching them walk.

“whatever.” rowan kept going, walking up the hill, before seeing the firepit. there was only like 6 or so people there so far. spider, dusty, malakai and some strangers they didn’t know.

“hey!” spider called out, seeing rowan. he quickly grabbed an extra beer and popped it open, before passing it over to them.

“oh, thanks.” they replied, nodding along to the music awkwardly. dusty walked up to them and checked them out.

“you look nice.” dustin said, touching their shoulder.

“yeah.” spider agreed, nodding along, as dusty went back to ant. it was silent for a few minutes. “so-”

“i’m sorry.” he blurted out, rubbing the back of his neck. “i want you to know that what i said was really dumb and i didn’t mean it. you’re really cool and i have no place to judge your sex life.”

“wow, spider apologizing?” rowan jokes. “i appreciate it though, thanks spencer.” his heart immediately softens at his name, his real name. it sounds like the most amazing thing ever hearing his name out of their mouth.

he watches as their eyes flicker, before they lean in and give him a side hug. ‘holy fucking shit’ he thinks to himself, putting his arm around them.

“well.” they smiled, before seeing other people begin to arrive. “thanks for the beer, i’ll see you around, yeah?”

“yeah.. yeah i’d like that.” he watches rowan walk away, and suddenly two bodies are next to him, patting his back.

“oooo, rowan and spider sitting in a tree-” dustin starts.

“fuck off.” spider shrugs him off and gives him the finger, before laughing and going back to talking with other people.

soon, the group gets bigger and the music is louder, people are dancing and it’s like an actual party. rowan sees cash out of the corner of their eye. “hey!” they smile, giving him a friendly hug, before whispering in his ear. “you got anything?”

“obviously.” he rolls his eyes, pulls out a small tin and passes it over to rowan. they open it and take a few edibles. “so, hows the spider thing going?”

“hmm it’s better.” they shrugged. “he gave me an actual apology and we hugged.”

“he apologized to you? holy, what have you done to spider.” cash snickers. rowan takes his hand and sits on the hill with him.

“you think he could like me back?”

“you’re joking right. it feels like it’s obvious.” rowan looks surprised. “he’s always looking at you during classes, and he’s so friendly to you.” rowan thinks for a moment.

“there’s no way, he’s literally an asshole to me half the time.”

“because he likes you!” cash exclaims, fed up with having to explain it over and over.

“but-”

“rowan!! stop talking to mr eshay, and come have fun!!” rowan gave a smile that looked more like a grimace to say ‘sorry’. suddenly they were being pulled away by ant, and dragged onto the dance floor.

“woo!” they exclaimed, dancing their heart out. “this is awesome!” the music was loud, and it just took control of them, everything was floating away. they slowly turned the other way to dance into more people, seeing quinni and darren.

“hell yeah! how you guys liking the party?” rowan asked, before they started jumping up and down to the beat of the music.

“it’s sick!” darren says, grooving.

“very loud.. but i confronted spider about my lazy kebab flaps!” quinni grinned, making rowan chuckle.

“awesome!” the sky got darker, and eventually it was only the city lights and buildings keeping the party a lit.

it felt like seconds, but in reality it was minutes of dancing, minutes of thrashing around, hair whipping, and bouncing, and soon rowan began getting tired, and the effects of the alcohol really started hitting. the dance moves got sloppy, and rowan, dizzy.

they felt a hand on their waist, almost as support. “aaa helpp” they slurred, pushing off the hand not knowing who it was. they felt the person get closer, and felt something by their ear.

“rowan”

spider.

“rowan, hey it’s me, i think it’s time to get you home.” he said softly, very gently attempting to drag them away from the dance floor.

“nooo, dancing..” they mumbled

“rowan, hey, you can barely stand, okay? if you don’t want to go home, atleast drink some water.” he handed them a plastic water bottle.

“need. need to sit down.” they said, before dramatically plopping onto the ground in the middle of the dance floor, people surrounding them with dance. it was almost like they were the only two present.

he snickered at them. “too much to drink?”

“maybe..” they leaned onto him for support, clinging to his orange overshirt, for warmth.

“you cold?” rowan nodded to the question. “i know it’s not much but here.” he passes over the shirt before realizing they can’t do it themself. he moves positions to help put it on for them. “there.” he smiles.

“spence.. i..” they, and everyone else at the party was cut off by police sirens in the distance, and quickly there was cars pulling up.

“cops! cops!” ant shouted.

“oh fuck.” they screamed, holding onto spider as he got up.

“a bit shit that we’re littering.” sasha squeaks.

everyone split up except for spencer, rowan, ant, dusty, sasha and harper.

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” rowan muttered, running as fast as possible.

“oi get back here!”

they ran towards a large gate. it was triple the height of any of them, spider was about to jump but looked towards rowan. he got down, and grabbed their waist, suspending them over the gate. of course being incredibly drunk, they don’t stick their landing and they end up fucking their ankle up.

they swore out of pain and started limping, spider threw himself over the gate and held rowan up. “i’m so sorry, are you okay?” he asks, holding their head.

“little ouchie, my ankles fucked, you should run, i can hide behind a bush or something.” they suggested.

“what, fuck no.” spider scoffed, before pausing to think. “can i carry you?” he asked, looking into their eyes.

“get back here!” a cop shouted, getting closer to the gate.

“yes, yes, hurry!” they shrieked. and soon enough they were in spiders arms, as he ran. it was a wild feeling, being held by him like this, being held so tightly.

“thank you spider.” they spoke, muffled into his chest as he ran.

“don’t worry about it ro.” he smiled, it was crazy, feeling them curl up in his arms.

“fuck!” they heard a cop shout, stuck behind the gate.

after about 10 minutes, he had stopped sprinting, and was now carrying them back to his place, knowing how far theirs were. “you okay?” he wondered.

“mhms.”

he gushed at them, they were so cute.

once he got to his house, he quietly rushed upstairs, hiding them from anyone in the house. he set them on his bed. “i’ll make a bed on the floor, you stay comfy up there, alright?”

“noo, please stay with me.” they beg, pouting. “don’t wanna be alone.”

spider sighs, shuffling into the bed and putting an arm around them. he watched as they fell asleep, cuddling into his chest. “god, i love you.” he mumbled, pulling them closer.

“m love you too.” they mumble back.

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Fine, Great

Pigsy has a sense of impending doom around the Mid-Autumn festival but cannot put a finger as to why, until some very unexpected guests show up at his door.

tw for references to child abuse and homophobia, as well as smoking

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 8.5 Part 9

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By some weird, twisted turn of fate, an entire week managed to pass without a single incident. Seriously– even when their lawyer contacted him, Gatita was pleased to inform them that there would be no charges, the case had been dropped entirely and that both cops left the force to go be paralegals for her??? Didn’t make a lick of sense, but he’d take that over an investigation anyday, and was sure to thank Gatita immensely.

He had held his breath when Mei’s suspension ended and she went to school with MK but day after day and there weren’t any incidents, other than the office reporting that Mei was talking too much or too loud, but compared to fist fighting, it was basically a non-issue and even the faculty were starting to acknowledge that perhaps that teacher just had issues.

It was good for Pigsy’s sanity to have a functional routine again though. He’d wake up, make sure the kids were up, make breakfast, eat, drop them off, take the subway to the restaurant, and work there til closing, with the kids taking the city bus to get to the restaurant themselves. Pigsy wasn’t the biggest fan of them being on their own, but MK had technically survived this long and it was broad daylight and also one of the most popular routes so it could’ve been worse.

Could’ve been four fucking years old– Seriously, if MK’s parents weren’t already dead, they’d be dead by Pigsy’s own hands.

Tang would also stop by whenever his classes were over for the day, and they’d talk and flirt a little and he’d make him food, and Tang wouldn’t pay and Pigsy would egg him on about that, and overall it was a good time.

Which was weird.

Something was supposed to be wrong here– and something was– Pigsy just couldn’t place it.

Then again, there was something that threw him off, and that was that today was the Mid-Autumn festival. The day had been incredibly busy, despite closing early for the holiday. Catering order after catering order– Pigsy started to wonder why on earth people couldn’t just make their own noodles, but also realized he made quite a bit of profit today, so while exhausting, it wasn’t a waste. Plus, it wasn't like he sold mooncakes– he preordered those from culinary genius Chang’E forever ago.

But still. Something felt… wrong.

Maybe it was because it was the first time in years he wouldn’t be alone, maybe it was because it was weirdly cold, or maybe it was the fact that it was almost the six year anniversary of–

“Something on your mind, Pigsy?” Tang asked while MK and Mei ‘mopped’ together around his stool.

“The usual,” Pigsy flat out lied as he watched Mei and MK ‘cleaning’ happily.

They were accounted for, Tang was accounted for, The restaurant was accounted for, Sandy was–

Just then a particularly cold breeze from the late autumn air blew through the restaurant, getting Pigsy out of his thoughts as the kids and Tang shivered.

“Mr. Piggy, why don’t you have a door if it gets so cold?” Mei raised her hand to ask.

“Bah, it doesn’t get that cold,” Pigsy scoffed. “Though I do have a different type of door I install for the winter since customer’s usually aren’t working right next to the grill– I guess I’m a little biased.”

“I’d say a lot biased,” MK laughed.

Pigsy snorted and rolled his eyes, “Alright, alright– a lot. You two gonna actually clean, or are you gonna keep sword fighting with the mops?”

“...Can we choose sword fighting?” Mei raised her hand again.

Pigsy gave the girl a look, and they understood, quickly going to actually do the task at hand.

“You know, you’d think getting kids to help close a restaurant would be easier,” Tang joked.

“Yeah, yeah,” Pigsy smirked before going back to his dishes. “Your folks coming to visit tonight?”

For some reason, Tang didn’t reply to that. It was probably just the sound of running water drowning him out, so Pigsy stopped it momentarily and repeated his question.

“O-oh– um– no, not really,” Tang didn’t– couldn’t– look him in the eyes.

“Ah– you got siblings?” Pigsy asked, drying his hands.

“No,” Tang started typing intently.

“Do they live out of town? Cuz that’s the deal with my folks– halfway across the damn country when they aren’t ‘touristing’ or whatever,” Pigsy snorted in an attempt to get Tang to laugh, but at most his customer managed a weak smile.

“No, they live on Huayuan Road, along with my grandfather,” Tang said, his typing pausing briefly before continuing.

“That’s just a couple blocks from here– why aren’t they coming over?” Pigsy furrowed his brow.

Tang sighed. “Pigsy, I really appreciate what you’re trying to do, but I’m fine,” his customer tried to assure with a tight smile.

“Tang–”

“Pigsy, when I say I’m fine, I’m fine,” Tang looked away again.

Pigsy knew that was absolute bullshit.

“You know for someone so preachy about opening up, you haven’t told me much have you?” Pigsy pointed out.

“I’m not having this conversation now, Pigsy,” Tang was getting annoyed.

“I just– do they have some kind of excuse, or place they’re visiting or something else that makes this make any bit of sense?” Pigsy couldn’t refrain himself from asking, and Tang shut his laptop.

“Yes, Pigsy. They’re visiting the Temple of the Moon to worship Chang’E properly.” Tang huffed, putting his laptop in his bag.

Pigsy took a step back. “Wait– Tang– I’m sorry– I didn’t–”

“I know, Pigsy. I know,” Tang rubbed his forehead. “I just...”

“I’m sorry– you’re a lot better at the whole helpin’ thing than I am,” Pigsy sighed. “If it helps I really just wanted to know what you’d be up to in case you… want to join us for tonight?”

“I… yeah, I’d like that,” Tang gave a much more genuine, although weak smile before adding– “Just– don’t… bring up my folks. Especially to the kids.”

“Promise,” Pigsy swore and Tang’s shoulders relaxed.

“Good, then it’s a date– wait– nonono, this doesn’t count as a date– Shoot, we need to plan a real date, don’t we?” Tang laughed a little as he ran fingers through his hair.

“Jeez, you’re right– I can’t believe We’ve gone this long without even talking about it,” Pigsy chuckled a bit and started to dry off some glasses with an old rag.

“Soon?” Tang asked.

“Soon,” Pigsy agreed.

.o0o.

The feeling of something being wrong still didn’t go away as Pigsy closed and started making food at their apartment. Even as he set up his new lazy susan and let the kids play with bubble wrap, and he was watching them having fun, things were just– they were off. Even as the kids set the table, even as the crab looked absolutely delicious and Pigsy was half tempted to crack one open right now, it still was odd.

He had thought it was just Tang, because something was very very clearly on his mind, but acknowledging it didn’t make the worry go away. There had to be something else afoot here.

Despite that though, things were still going alright in the kitchen and everything was moving at a fair pace until there was a knock at the door and Tang let himself in.

“Well aren’t you three the busy bees?” Tang commented as he set down a bottle of cassia wine and a box of lotus root.

“It’s a feast alright,” Pigsy wiped sweat from his forehead before examining the bottle. “Peach wine?”

“Y-yeah! I thought something fruity– er–! sweet would be good for all the meats and stuff,” Tang laughed nervously, much to Pigsy’s confusion.

“Yeah, it’ll definitely compliment the spiced bean dumplings I got the kids working on,” Pigsy decided to not bring it up and patted Tang’s shoulder before adding it to his wine cooler (he had a wine cooler– living in this place was so weird).

Tang seemed relieved at that, going back to the front to drop off his coat and shoes.

“So– what can I help with?” Tang clapped and rubbed his hands.

“Mr. Tang,” MK’s hand shot up, “Why do you always wear a scarf?”

“I think it completes my look, don’t you think?” Tang posed against the fridge a little and Pigsy snorted.

Mei smirked and turned to MK. “I bet he can’t take the scarf off cuz if he does, his head’ll fall right off!”

“Ew! That’s so gross Mei,” MK laughed and pushed her away while Tang blushed and adjusted himself.

“It’s not like that,” Tang assured. “Besides, that’s a green ribbon, not a scarf.”

“Wait, so that’s story’s real???” MK’s jaw dropped.

“Ack– just– um–” Tang panicked.

“Get back to prepping– can’t eat the food if it doesn’t get made,” Pigsy decided to swoop in and Tang looked relieved as they giggled and got back to pinching.

“Ah– thanks,” Tang sighed a breath of relief.

“Yeah yeah,” Pigsy smiled a little. “If you could chop the lotus root you brought, that'd be great.”

“Will do,” Tang nodded.

Pigsy handed him a knife before the chef’s phone buzzed to life in his pocket. With a wince, he dug it out, flipped it open where the caller ID read–

Ma.

Pigsy rubbed his eyes.

He should’ve been expecting it, honestly. Every year she called, but most years he wasn’t all that busy– except with staying open later for catering, not making food for his f– the kids under his care, and Tang.

“OoOOOooo, who’s callin’?” Mei asked, finishing her last bean dumpling.

“Ah– no one. I’ll call back later,” Pigsy hung up and set his phone on silent. “You two done?”

“Yes sir Mr. Piggy,” Mei gave a big old grin. MK panicked at that– quickly twisting the last five in front of him and placing them on the tray with a nervous smile and thumbs up.

Pigsy chuckled. “Alright, how’s about you go set the table then?”

“Do we gotta?” Mei flopped her upper body on the kitchen island dramatically.

Pigsy rolled his eyes. “If we finish early and you two’re still up for it, we can get you some dragon’s beard candy, alright?”

Mei shot up and immediately raced MK to get plates down while Tang laughed.

“Ah– be careful with the plates-!” Pigsy called as the two ignored him completely as they ran to the dining table. Pigsy sighed.

“Does that always backfire?” Tang smirked.

Pigsy scoffed. “They’ll be way too tired after dinner to want to go into town– ‘sides we get a good view of the parades from here– it’s fine– I think,” He winced as Mei slammed a plate down– but relaxed when it didn’t sound like it cracked or chipped.

Tang chuckled more as he continued slicing lotus root. “You know, for all the panicking you’ve been doing, I would’ve expected you to be doing a lot worse– but you seem to got this whole ‘parenting’ thing down.”

“Funny,” Pigsy chuckled as he put the dumplings in the oven.

“What? You still don’t trust my word?�� Tang teased.

“It’s not that– it’s just–” Pigsy shook his head.

It’s just that I’m not their parent.

“You know you’re slicing that wrong, right?” Pigsy looked down at Tang, almost startled by just how poorly the man was holding the knife.

“Am I?” Tang blinked, only now realizing he was totally crooked and now a whole root was just uneven.

“Here– I’ll show you,” Pigsy took the knife from Tang.

“First you gotta grip the knife tight, so that you’re actually in control of the damn thing,” He teased Tang a little. “Then, as you go you gotta not be scared of slicing your fingers off– otherwise you give yourself too much space and that’s how you get all uneven. You can go slow, I’m not gonna judge you for that either– try it like this,” Pigsy sliced five pieces before offering the knife back to Tang.

“Rrrrright,” Tang nodded, taking the knife and immediately forgetting all of Pigsy’s advice. With a huff, Pigsy wrapped his arms around Tang and forced him to do it properly (which was even difficult for him because of the close contact).

“Got it now?” He asked after five more slices.

“Y-yeah totally,” Tang stuttered, which made Pigsy look at his face and realize just how red he was. Pigsy laughed a little, which made Tang laugh a little, which was good for about five seconds, until Tnag tried to continue slicing while he still had his eyes closed, and cut his finger.

“ACK– Mother f-f’nning great monk alive–” Tang held back curses before grabbing a towel and pressing it against his finger. “Mind telling me where the bathroom is, Pigsy?” He asked through grit teeth.

“Yikes– it’s just down the hall on the right–sorry,” Pigsy pointed.

“Bah– it’s my fault for being a clutz– I’ll be fine,” Tang winced a little with a smile before walking to the bathroom. Pigsy hovered closely behind anxiously when there was a sudden knock at the door.

“You gonna be okay if I answer the door?” Pigsy scratched the back of his neck.

“I told you, I’m fine, Pigsy,” Tang gave a small but still genuine smile that made Pigsy want to kiss his cheek, but he could see Mei and MK watching from around the corner and so just patted his arm and went to the door.

There was a strange, but certainly strong aroma when he went to the door– food? Who on earth would bring him food? Basically everyone in this building had some level of distaste for him, so he was half tempted to just lock the door and never answer. However, that would just make the bad stereotypes true, so he knew he should open up anyways.

With a breath, Pigsy opened the door.

“Ah– there’s my widdle Pigsy-wigsy! My, you’ve gotten so fat– why are you wearing your glamor at home? Also why didn’t you tell your father and I you moved??? Oh I missed you so much,” His mother beamed and kissed him all over his face, and Pigsy realized this was the impending doom he’d been worrying about.

“Ma– Pops– you really shouldn’t’ve come,” Pigsy gritted his teeth and smiled.

“Oh I know, I know– but that’s why I called– you know, I really didn’t expect you to suddenly move into a place like this– is that a genuine Bluthner piano? Oh, you know your nana and I–” his mother rambled on and on as she went to the piano, meanwhile Pigsy’s father stood coldly in the doorway.

“Bajie.” He said, holding a basket of what Pigsy could only assume was food.

“Pops,” Pigsy replied just as short.

His father looked around the apartment a bit before locking eyes on MK and Mei.

“Who’re the humans?”

Fuck. He still hadn’t told them.

“Ah– well– um– it’s complicated, but I’m their– uh– legal guardian now,” Pigsy shrugged and laughed a little as his father officially stepped inside, giving him a side glance with a raised eyebrow.

“Wow– you’re really tall Mr. Pops, sir,” MK stated bluntly.

“I like your tusks! They’re cool!” Mei grinned next to him.

HIs father stared down silently.

“Oh my great sage– Who are these absolute cuties? Are they like your little delivery boy and girl? Oh you know that’s just the sweetest little idea– I’m Zhu Jiayi, and this is my husband Zhu Hangleng– we’re Mr. Pigsy’s Ma and Pa,” The older woman smiled sweetly upon the children as she took her husband's arm.

“Woah! We got grandparents?” MK jumped with excitement.

“Grandparents? That’s–” Pigsy’s mother looked at him, before immediately going to hug him again.

“Oh Pigsy– why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve brought gifts-!” She clapped before suddenly punching his arm. “How long have you kept this from me?! I remember tellin’ you specifically if you ever gave me grandbabies you were supposed to call me immediately,” she pointed at the startled chef.

“Woah– woah– I– it’s not like that– they’re full human– if dragon counts as that–” Pigsy shook his head. “It happened so fast and strangely– I couldn’t explain it if I tried.”

“This is so cool! I’ve never had a granny or grandpa before,” MK grinned.

“Oh please, call me your Nainai, you absolute cuties,” The female demon turned to smile fondly at the children.

“Oh sweet!” MK had stars in his eyes. “I’ve never had a Nainai and Yeye bef–”

“Just call me Mr. Zhu,” Pigsy’s father interrupted and MK’s face fell a little, which made Pigsy shoot him a look.

“Hangleng– don’t be a pain,” Jiayi elbowed her husband, but he remained stoic as ever.

Just then Tang emerged from the bathroom cleaned up and with a fresh white bandage wrapped around his finger– halting the moment he saw the two, much taller and very unfamiliar pig demons.

“Oh Jiejie, who’s this?” His mother turned and smiled at Tang.

Tang looked at Pigsy and they shared an equally panicked look before Pigsy cleared his throat and stood by his side.

“Ah, This is Tang. He’s a frequent customer of mine, and–” He glanced at Tang who shook his head a little. “– and a good friend of mine.”

“Oh well it is such a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Tang,” His mother offered her hand and Tang reluctantly shook it, before his mother pulled her in and gave him two kisses on the cheek.

“Ma-!” Pigsy tried to stop it, and she stepped back with a huff.

“What?” She asked, before nodding to herself. “Right, right– I forgot you humans are so touchy about your personal space.”

“Demons are too, if ya bother to ask,” Pigsy muttered under his breath.

“Oh-! That reminds me– your father and I brought some braised duck and taro for you– some of Nana’s old recipes,” His mother patted Pigsy’s arm while his father went and dropped off a basket on the counter.

“Great,” Pigsy tried not to let his eye twitch. “So are you two gonna get going, or..?”

“I wouldn’t dream of it Jiejie! I mean– seriously– the least you could do is let us meet our little grandbabies after turning off your phone and not telling us about ‘em in the first place– not to mention barely answering any of my calls this past year,” His mother scolded.

“Of course,” Pigsy sighed. “MK? Mei? Could you set the table for two more?”

“Ah– actually, maybe just one– I-i should get going–” Tang stepped towards the door.

“What-? You can’t go– you won’t get free food like this anywhere else,” Pigsy tried to joke to mask his overwhelming concern.

“Oh, I just–” Tang looked at Pigsy’s parents, then MK and Mei, and then barely at Pigsy. “I-i can’t intrude on this whole ‘family’ business– ‘Sides I think I might need stitches for this cut so I should head to an urgent care–”

Bullshit.

“Ah, I see. You got folks that can pick you up?” Pigsy’s mother looked at the scholar with a slightly ticked off face.

Tang took another step back. “I– I really should go–”

“Tang, wait–” Pigsy grabbed his arm, but Tang yanked it away.

“Oh, well I supposed I could drive you if you’d like– we can be back here in just a jiffy,” Mrs. Zhu said with such nonchalance that sent Tang jumping backwards.

“A-Actually-! I-I’m fine! Totally fine! I just— I need some… air,” He glanced at Pigsy before speed walking to his room– or more correctly, the balcony.

“Some customer,” Pigsy’s father snorted, opening more foil wrapped packages as Pigsy just stared at the door and wondered if he should go to Tang or not.

“Mr. Piggy, why is Tang acting weird?” MK asked with a frown.

“Ah, well–”

“Seems like the boy doesn’t have any manners,” His mother decided to answer for him. “Seriously– who wants to leave a feast they’re invited to and then declines a ride? And then he just needs ‘air’ – you know, I’m just glad he’s not your boyfriend or somethin’ because he just seems–”

“MK, Mei– why don’t you two go freshen up a bit and I’ll call you when the food is ready, alright?” Pigsy interrupted his mother, causing confusion in both of the children.

“What if I don’t wanna?” Mei pouted.

“D’aww, these kiddos are precious Jiejie,” Jiayi patted Mei’s head and she laughed. “And I know you didn’t teac–”

“Kids. Rooms. Now.” Pigsy ordered, causing both kids to practically jump out of their skin before they scurried off.

“Now what’d you do that for?” His mother crossed her arms again.

Pigsy rubbed his forehead and took a very, very long breath. “Can we sit down to talk about this? Because I can’t do this whole ‘back and forth in the kitchen’ thing.”

His father huffed. “You know, in the factories we stood for fifteen hours a day.”

“So you’ve told me thirty million times,” Pigsy muttered before guiding them to the living room couch, where he sat adjacent to his parents.

“So are you finally gonna tell us about this whole adoption business? And how on earth you managed to get yourself a place like this in a neighborhood like this, or are you just gonna tell us we can’t see our new grandkids,” His mother gave him a look.

Pigsy growled. “You know, you got some nerve finding my address and then showing up completely uninvited.”

“You’ve barely answered my calls in a year, Bajie– you’re always so busy with your restaurant– I get worried about you,” Her gaze softened.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Pigsy rubbed his eyes. “I just– it’s hard to want to when you show up to my place invited, immediately insert yourselves into MK and Mei’s lives, insult my guest and then act like you’ve done nothing wrong.”

“Well, I’m sorry, but that Tang fella–”

“Tang is a very good person, Ma, who’s helped me with this whole adoption thing a lot, and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t badmouth him in front of the kids,” Pigsy crossed his arms.

“Well I wouldn’t describe it as ‘bad mouthing’,” His mother sighed.

“Are you going to keep upsetting your mother, or does this have a point?” His father challenged.

Pigsy took a breath again. “Look– I just– I really wasn’t expecting you any time soon, and yeah– silencing my phone was probably a jerk move, but also you called five minutes before arriving, and it wasn’t like I was never going to tell you about MK and Mei– it’s just– they’ve been through a lot and change is weird for them and for me, so for you to just waltz in and say you’re their Nainai is just– a lot– but distancing yourself is weird too,” He looked at his father.

His mother sighed. “Look, I know I get excited about things– but can you blame me? You barely even call anymore, and it just feels like you’re a million miles away. Feels like we haven’t even talked since Nana.”

Pigsy winced. “I– it’s been a long time, I know, but that doesn’t make barging any better. Goodness knows I’m having a hard time adjusting to all this already.”

“I get so worried about you, xiao zhu. I mean– I know it’s hard with us traveling and such, but sometimes I’d just like to know how my ma’s recipes are holding up, you know?” She placed a hand on his knee.

“I know, I know– it’s just– it gets exhausting.”

His father snorted smugly.

“Right, I forgot I was talking to ‘Sargent’ Zhu over here,” Pigsy stared icily.

“Hey now, that’s no way to talk to your father,” His mother chided.

Pigsy looked daggers into his father. "Right. Sorry ‘Sarge’."

"Bajie, if you are looking for someone to blame your life on, you were the one who decided to be a little shit and ignore everything we ever tried teachin’ you," His father glowered.

"You know what? I can't deal with you two. You need to leave. Now." Pigsy stood.

"Oh will you two cut the crap for once?!" Jiayi stood too. “Can’t we just be civil and have a nice meal with our new grandkids?” She smacked Hangleng over the head and looked at Pigsy.

"For crying out loud ma– they aren't your grandkids-! They're barely even just my kids– I–" PIgsy was getting real sick of trying to control himself.

"What on earth is that supposed to mean?" His mother tapped her foot.

"I tried telling you– it was a rushed adoption with weird celestial–"

"Celestials?" His father raised an eyebrow.

Pigsy bit his tongue. "Yes. Mei is a descendant of the Dragon Clan, and apparently, her great great x1000 uncle chose me to raise her for some reason."

"Couldn't be because they thought you'd be a good father," His father smirked at his own joke, taking a cigar from his coat pocket and lighting it. "What kind of celestials would ever trust a demon with their own anyways?"

Pigsy held back a shaking fist and lump in his throat. "I don't know. What I do know is that it's only been finalized for like– two weeks so it's all new and strange and just– I really would appreciate it if you could either not be at 100 right now or just leave and come back later."

"What about that Tang fella? What's his problem?" His father asked, emphasizing his sentence with a long puff of smoke.

"Pops, you shouldn’t–" Pigsy was about to scold his smoking, but knew it was a lost cause and dropped it. "Tang is a good friend, but his folks apparently don't wanna see him. I don't know why– he hasn't told me yet, but I care about him so… I invited him over."

His mother clearly thought deeply about that before slowly nodding to herself. "I guess I could’ve overwhelmed ‘im– still was kind of rude though"

"Ma–” Pigsy took a breath. “He just needs some air– like he said.”

His mother sighed. "Well I guess he’s getting it then.”

A beat.

“Maybe you should talk to him though,” She suggested.

Pigsy slowly nodded. "I– yeah, I should, but I still need to–"

"Bah, I can take care of the food, Jiejie– she was my mother first," his mother smiled.

That didn’t mean she was as good as him or his nana though– but he needed to talk to Tang.

“Okay, okay. Just– if the kids leave their rooms, try to act normal please,” He said mostly to his Ma since his father was a lost cause.

“Alright, alright, just go talk to your customer, I got this,” His mother cracked her knuckles and walked back into the kitchen. Meanwhile his father remained smoking on the couch, staring at the TV vacantly.

“If you trigger the sprinklers, I’m not paying for a new pack,” Pigsy informed.

“Yeah, yeah,” His father waved him off and Pigsy rolled his eyes, deciding he had much better things to do.

He walked to the balcony attached to his room, where he found Tang resting his head in hands staring out at the sunset– though not before grabbing his cigarettes and a lighter.

Geez talk about deja vu.

With a breath, Pigsy tapped on the glass lightly before opening it, a rush of cool air managing to send a chill even down his own spine.

“Hey,” He just barely spoke above a whisper, closing the door behind him.

“Hey,” Tang replied just as quietly.

Silence settled as Pigsy didn’t have a clue what to say, and Tang probably still needed that air. Well, frankly, Pigsy needed that air now too, and so fished out a cigarette and started smoking.

“You know those are cancerous, right?” Tang didn’t look at the chef.

Pigsy shrugged and took a puff.

More silence.

Pigsy knew he was going to have to speak first.

What could he say though? He could apologize for pushing him again– though that seemed redundant. He could ask about his parents again– but that’d be pushing and then his previous apology would sound like bullshit and then Tang wouldn’t trust him anymore.

He wanted to leave when his parents showed up, so that’s probably a good place to start.

A breath.

“Look Tang… I’m really sorry about my folks– I swear I didn’t know they were coming, and if I had known I most certainly would’ve told you. I promise I wouldn’t let them sneak up on you on purpose.”

Tang was still quiet for a moment, rubbing the sleeves of his changpao.

“I know,” He eventually said. “I just– With all the talk about my family, I–”

“I know– I really am sorry, Tang,” Pigsy looked at him earnestly.

“Yeah,” Tang closed his eyes for a moment. “I guess I’m not mad– I just– I know it’s not your fault because I didn’t tell you but–”

“Hey,” Pigsy touched Tang’s arm with his free hand. “You don’t have to tell me anything, remember?”

Tang smiled a little sadly. “I know, but like you said, I should.”

Pigsy smiled a little too.

Tang’s eyes went back to the skyline, ignoring the sparklers and city festivities below. “Are your folks always like this?”

Pigsy shrugged and brought his cigarette back to his lips. “I guess so– Ma’s always been gushy and my pops has always been… distant, to say the least.”

“That explains a lot,” The scholar laughed weakly.

“Guess it does, huh?” The chef did the same before taking a drag.

The joking didn’t cut the tension, as Tang still had a far off look in his eyes that made Pigsy wish he could join him in his mind so he wouldn’t be so alone. Eventually, Pigsy summoned enough courage to put his hand close, and Tang instantly placed his own hand atop his, stroking it with his thumb.

“Well my folks… well, they weren't awful– but–” Tang took a breath and Pigsy leaned forward. “But they– um… well my father works as a professor at the Megapolis Academy of Science and Mathematics and my mother takes care of my grandfather– but used to teach there was well– and my grandfather also used to be a professor also at Megapolis Academy of Science and Mathematics– one of the most revered too– so– I– I kinda had a lot of pressure on me, you know? To join the ranks of their greatness and whatnot?” Tang laughed a little more from nerves.

“Had?” Pigsy tried to ask as delicately as possible, but he was also an idiot, so…

Tang nodded. “Well– um– at first, I was pretty good at keeping up with their expectations– I was really good at reading and history and poetry and stuff, and I even won awards and stuff for it. But when it came time for secondary school, I-i started slipping– but thanks to my father’s influence, I was able to at least stay afloat– and I even got into Megapolis Academy for Science and Mathematics– despite the fact that I really hate both science and mathematics,” Tang tried laughing away tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

Pigsy squeezed his hand, to which Tang smiled a little, but his eyes remained forward.

“Once I was there though– it all just fell apart,” Tang sighed. “I completely lost all will to study or focus and it felt like I completely forgot how to act like a normal person. I mean, I had always been a loner, but being a loner at that school was like a whole new level. U-until…”

A shaky breath from Tang.

“Until I met someone– a male someone– a-and I got a… crush. I hadn’t really ever had a crush before– it was all so weird and unusual, it basically consumed all thoughts and so when my parents kept asking why my grades were slipping, I tried coming up with excuses like exhaustion, or loneliness, but they pointed out how I managed just fine in the past, a-and so I felt like I had no other choice, so I… told them– god I was so stupid…”

“Oh, Tang…”

“My grandfather called me a disgrace amongst many choice words– said I was trying to sabotage his career and the family legacy. My mother wept and cursed and said she wished I had been a girl so that way my failures could’ve been expected. A-and my father? He completely cut all ties– even threw my clothes into a bag and tossed it into the street– saying that I was a filthy– you know– and that I shouldn’t bother coming back until I had a son of my own to prove my worth.” Tang’s voice quivered slightly and Pigsy rubbed a hand along his back.

“Tang, I-i–”

“I was kicked out of school after that– and suddenly I had no job, no family, and no place to live. I applied to the city university and was thankfully able to get a basically full scholarship since it was too soon for my ‘disownment’ to be known– but it didn’t cover food costs a-and so for a while I was basically starving and doing weird little jobs and surveys and internships for money and draining any semblance of savings I had on housing until–”

Tang turned to Pigsy.

“Until I met you.”

Pigsy froze.

Tang chuckled a little, a tear escaping. “Being on my own was… hard– especially for three and a half years– but when I found your restaurant– when I met you– I just– I felt like I had a home again– someone I could talk to again. Stars above, you have no idea how lucky I feel to know you think the same. And I know, I know, it was rude of me to try and leave, but when your mother was embracing me it just– my own mother used to hug me like that sometimes– especially when I was a kid if I did something noteworthy… and I was just reminded of what I’ve lost.”

“I’m so sorry, Tang– your parents sound like shitheads,” Pigsy couldn’t think of much else to say as he smothered his cigarette in an ashtray.

“Not compared to yours,” Tang tried to brush it off.

“Tang, they cut you out of their lives,” Pigsy adamantly pointed out.

“W-well, yes, but you’re father– he clearly abused you, and now you feel like you can’t do anything–”

“Tang, you feel like you can’t do anything.”

Tang went quiet.

The pig demon sighed. “Tang, my parents may be… a lot– but at least they didn’t cut ties with me when they sound out I like men too.”

“Ah– right,” Tang’s voice cracked. “Well… anyways, I guess my point here is that your folks– I know they weren’t good to you, but they– they reminded me of what I’ve lost and it snuck up on me.”

Pigsy slowly nodded. “My Ma’s not the worst, she certainly has her moments, so… I get it.”

“Yeah,” Tang chuckled genuinely. “I’m sorry if I offended her.”

“Bah, she’ll get over it, she’s got tough skin,” the demon assured.

Tang looked at Pigsy and hummed a little before returning his gaze forward. “Are you comfortable with them here?”

Pigsy shrugged. “I mean– I love my ma, and my pops… can have a nice moment– or at least a quiet one– so– I mean, as long as they’re under my observation I think I’m okay.” The chef laughed. “I’d love it if they didn’t sneak up on me, but seeing them less frequently helps my sanity. Are you okay with them here though?”

Tang took a breath. “I think so. I mean– I already know all the ways they’ve fucked up, so I know not to get too attached or anything,” he joked. “And even then, I–... I’m not alone anymore,” Tang held Pigsy’s hand and gave it a squeeze of his own, making the demon blush.

“Yeah, you’re not,” Pigsy agreed softly.

“Yeah, I have MK and Mei, and some cute stranger I’ve never actually talked to who keeps yelling at me for not paying for my food– do you think I should ask him out?” Tang smirked.

“Oh, shut up,” Pigsy pushed him away with a laugh before Tang kissed his cheek.

“I’m just teasing,” Tang scrunched his nose.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Pigsy rolled his eyes with a grin.

“Oh– but um– one more thing: let’s… not tell your parents about ‘us’ until after tonight,” Tang suggested.

“Oh absolutely– we would never hear the end of it if we did,” Pigsy completely agreed. “My mother would just blabber on and on with questions, meanwhile poor MK and Mei would probably turn into bored skeletons in the corner.”

“And your father?” Tang asked, chuckling.

Pigsy scratched his chin. “I think he’ll be that special kind of distant that he reserves for family members.”

“Bah, who needs a father’s love anyways?” Tang grinned.

“Agreed,” Pigsy nodded, happy to see Tang happy before deciding to kiss him on the cheek too.

“What was that for?” Tang’s face flushed to one shade away from a tomato.

“For having a shit childhood,” Pigsy playfully shrugged. “And speaking of shitty childhoods– we should probably get back to MK and Mei before they start talking to my ma about embarrassing childhood moments.”

“You know, in different circumstances, I’d love to hear those kinds of stories,” Tang grinned like an idiot.

“Yeah well maybe after a couple of months we can have an ‘official meeting of the parents’ – or whatever and then Ma can tell you all about it,” Pigsy half-joked, but Tang seemed genuinely touched.

“That sounds lovely, Pigsy,” His hand brushed Pigsy’s arm.

“Y-yeah?” Pigsy blinked. “I-i mean– yeah-! If that’s what you want– I’ll have to have a very serious conversation to prep ‘em, but– yeah,” the chef smiled, probably just as stupid as Tang was.

“Anyways,” Tang gave Pigsy a mischievous look, “I don’t know if you know this, but I was promised free food tonight, and I am preeeeetty hungry.”

“Oh, and who promised you that?” Pigsy teased.

“Ah, just some demon I know– but you know, he is kind of a mediocre cook, so maybe I’ll just skip out–”

“Alright, alright, alright– I hear you,” Pigsy flustered and opened the door for Tang, who was just about laughing his ass off now.

“You know I love you,” Tang smirked and wiped a tear from his eye.

“Yeah, I do,” Pigsy chuckled, and the men went back inside.

#lego monkie kid #lmk #freenoodles #pigsy lmk #tang lmk #my fics #i love the gay men #wish they'd kiss in canon #tw smoking #tw child abuse #tw homophobia #we stan tang and pigsy in this house

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Cube (1997)

Another old fave, Cube is a movie about a group of people who wake up in a strange facility full of traps. No, not Saw 2, I said Cube. This one predates Saw, actually, which makes me wonder if it played any part in the inspiration for my other favorite trapped room related movie. If I somehow ever meet James Wan or Leigh Whannell then I’ll ask. Right after I pick my jaw off the floor.

Anywho, beasties and ghouls, let’s get to it- Review (and SPOILERS) under the cut!

I have no idea how old I was when I first saw this one, but I’m reasonably sure it was sometime in my last year as a teen or in my early twenties, so right around the time I was finally able to start dipping my toes into the world of horror. I have no doubt that if I’d seen this any younger it would have been on that list of movies that altered my brain chemistry.

This one’s a lot more psychological than Saw, in my opinion, as it’s less about seeing people mutilate themselves and more about seeing people break down to their most fundamental selves in the face of terror and paranoia. It’s the kind that sticks with me for a long time afterwards, making me wonder at who I’d become if I were stuck in The Cube.

The First Kill, played by the delightful Julian Richings, in this one is super effective at showing us what the cast will be dealing with, and as others before me have noticed, there are similar scenes in later movies (the first Resident Evil, for example) that seem to be inspired by it. If the strangeness of the opening room hadn’t already hooked me, this kill would have. Dude fell apart so fast. (ha ha because he got chopped into pieces by some kind of insanely sharp wires ha ha I’m funny)

The setting is simple: you’ve got a group of strangers in a square shaped room with six doors, one on each side, and each door leads to another room that only differs in color. And if you go in the wrong one, you die. How can you tell which one’s the wrong one? Well, probably because you’re about to die, because there’s no obvious tell.

Our cast starts out with five people- Quenten, a cop who skeeves me out in like the first few minutes of his introduction; Holloway, a doctor who is also a conspiracy nut; Leaven, a college? girl who understands numbers in a way I could never dream of; Worth, a self-described ‘just some guy’; and Rennes, a French escape artist who is taken from us far too soon. Later we get Kazan, a man with an unspecified mental illness that makes him difficult to communicate with and prone to unpredictable behavior, but has the superhuman abilities that media loves to give mentally disabled people, in the form of being even better at numbers than Leaven. (Astronomical!)

Rennes is my favorite but he has the least amount of screentime, since he gets to be The Example. He’s escaped multiple prisons, and knows what to look for. He gives the crew hope that they can beat this thing, and figure a way out, tells them to stop overthinking it and just keep moving, makes a joke about being ‘Harry fuckin’ Houdini’, then he fucking DIES. Acid to the face by a sensor he couldn’t detect. Oops! Morale obliterated.

Leaven is my next favorite, because I love when girl geniuses. She starts out delighting in the attention she gets from Quenten for figuring out a way to find out which rooms are trapped, based on numbers assigned to each room; she is, however, still a kid, so I can’t really fault her for trusting him to start with. I don’t understand math well enough to know if her reasoning is sound, but honestly, I don’t care if it is. She deserved to make it out.

Holloway is an older woman, age not provided, but she’s equal parts likeable and irritating to me personally. She’s a doctor at a free clinic and the first and only one to treat Kazan with any decency. She’s also a mega conspiracy theorist and enjoys blaming Big Government for running and ruining the world. She holds the group together for quite a while, maybe because she’s not afraid to call Quenten and Worth out on their bullshit. I respect that.

Kazan is, if you don’t consider the sequel movies, the saddest character. Why in the hell would you put someone like him in a death maze. What kind of evil do you have to possess to think ‘yeah I’ll put a mentally handicapped person in a confusing trap filled prison with strangers, at least one of which is violent when pressured’. What the fuck. This is a movie from the 90s so I’m not gonna say it’s like, good rep or anything; what is accurate is how he gets treated by everyone but Holloway. He’s an obstacle, he’s a liability, he’s not even considered a person. I’m so glad they didn’t kill him. (If you do consider the sequels, however, the way you view his character is completely different, since it’s implied that his brain has been surgically altered to make him this way. it’s a whole thing.)

Worth is also one of my favorites, but doesn’t start out that way. He’s unhelpful, snarky, and seems about ready to just give up at any given moment. When he confesses that he had a hand in making this Minecraftian nightmare, it’s understandable why. Trapped in the very thing you helped create, even if you didn’t realize what it is you were actually making. Makes a good punching bag, apparently. When push comes to shove, though, he steps up and that’s when he becomes the version of himself I like. And then of course he dies, because every character I like dies.

Which just leaves Quenten. He’s... a cop. He starts out obnoxious and overly aggressive, but that could be attributed to waking up in a weird dangerous place with unknown people; when Leaven’s number system fails and he gets hurt, his attitude changes real fast, and he’s outright hostile to everyone from that point on rather than just pushy and bossy. He treats everyone like shit unless he deems them useful, and at his core is violent and controlling. He kills Holloway for daring to accuse him of hitting his kids (guess she hit a nerve), then kills Leaven and Worth just as they reached the exit. There was no reason for this other than the fact that he clearly lost it. Also, attempted to seduce Leaven, an established minor. Absolute garbage person. (I’m not really qualified to dissect it, but it rubs me the wrong way that the one black character is an aggressive, violent psycho...)

Cube touches on one of my fears: the unpredictability of other people. There is no provable way to tell what someone really feels or what they’ll do. Everyone is different, and what indicates something like, say, rising anger in one person, could only be a sign of mild irritation in another. Being in a situation where your survival is reliant on strangers, especially when the environment is designed to stress you out and break you down, is absolutely terrifying to me.

Something I really like about Cube (again, only if you don’t consider the sequels) is that it doesn’t explain SHIT. Why was this place built? Why were these people chosen? What was the point of any of it? Cube says it’s not important. In a way this movie feels a bit like watching an ant farm, observing the way people change when they’re pushed to their mental limits. Why they’re there in the first place isn’t the point.

The end is both triumphant and depressing- While our last living protags are (for some reason???) staring out the door to their freedom, which is only available for a short time, Quenten catches back up to them and murders two of them, with only Kazan escaping. The cop at least gets what he deserves- the red smear on the inside of the Cube’s shell is a nice touch. As is his leg just sticking into frame as the camera shows Worth and Leaven, being shuttled back down into the maze.

There’s two moments that are similar to one another that I enjoy- when they realize they’re back in the room where Rennes died, and it breaks them. Worth is hysterically giggling, Leaven is in despair, and Quenten slips further into his breakdown. The second is when Leaven figures out that she’d been right the whole time- they should have stayed in the first room they gathered in, as it would have eventually been the room that led to the exit.

All that pain and death and anguish, only to wind up back at square one. I wonder if they wrote it that way for the pun, or if it’s just one of those coincidences? Speaking of puns, I give this one three squared outta ten ghosts (that is in fact nine. I had to make sure before i committed to the bit. I’m serious when I say I’m terrible at numbers.) It’s not a perfect movie, as one of my pet peeves is when characters decide to celebrate before actually confirming victory. Had Leaven, Worth, and Kazan simply left the cube the minute they knew it was the exit, they would have all survived.

Though it likely would have deprived me of that satisfying blood streak. Unacceptable.

#cube #cube movie #cube 1997 #horror movies #movie review #webbywatcheshorror #webbyreviewshorror #david hewlett

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Just friends II

Warning: swearing, smut, absolute fluff 💁🏻‍♀️

Sorry this took a while! It was so long and I had to cut it down because honestly, I was rambling but enjoy and let me know what you think and what kind of stories you’d like more of 😘

He wraps his fingers around your thighs and drags you down the bed towards him. You feel your heartbeat quickening with anticipation. He as his eyes rake over your bare chest. He dips his head to your neck and drags his teeth across your skin. You moan with absolute pleasure and begin to practically pant with excitement. A buzzing noise plays in the background but you’re so entranced by Colson’s deep blue eyes trained on your face that you ignore it. He trails his index finger from your lips, down your neck, to the valley between your breasts. The buzzing sound grows.

You open your eyes and search around the dimly lit room. Alone. Just a dream. You can’t help the disappointment and sadness that seeps into your chest at the reality. That could have been reality. Why did you care that he was drunk? You’re trying to find a logical reason in your mind when your phone buzzes again. You pick it up and scan through the notifications. A missed call from your mum and a text from your dad.

Hi sweetie, we didn’t want to wake you last night but your mum and I have been called away to a conference in Hawaii. We’ll be back on Tuesday evening. We left money on the bench for pizza and there’s steaks in the freezer for you for tomorrow night. Feel free to have some friends over but no wild parties hahaha. We love you and we’ll call you when we land.

That’s your parents. Jetting here and jetting there leaving you stuck at home doing nothing productive. It’s a lonely feeling when your parents are so consumed by their jobs that you feel like an afterthought to them sometimes. It’s also official that you have zero rebelliousness when your dad can comfortably joke about the idea of you having a party. Like it’s completely out of the realm of possibility. You consider throwing a party just to prove them wrong but the thought of having to clean up after dampens that idea. You send back a text of acknowledgment and decide to have a shower. In the shower you decide to have a couch day. Screw productivity.

The shower doesn’t calm you. You’re filled with this nervous energy that you can’t seem to redirect into a coherent train of thought. You keep thinking about him. He was definitely angry but there was this other emotion. Like a mix between regret and distain. Did he regret kissing you? Is your friendship over? He hasn’t text you at all but that could mean he’s still sleeping off the alcohol. Your mind can’t seem to stop replaying last night but it’s pushed to background noise when there’s a knock at the door. You try to push down the flutter of excitement when you realise it could be Colson. You walk/power walk to the front door and take a deep breath. When you open the door you can’t help your face from falling as you look up to see Rook standing there. He notices your reaction straight away.

“Gee, sorry to be such a disappointment babe,” he teases you before stepping past you into your house. “I need to talk to Colson for a sec.”

“He’s not here,” you murmur and Rook looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, I thought after last night that he probably would’ve legged it to your place to hide out. That cop definitely knew who he was.”

“He did but…we had a disagreement and he left.” You can’t bring yourself to tell Rook the truth because now, in the light of day, you feel ashamed of how you acted.

It wasn’t fair to put that kind of assumption on Colson. Sure he’s got a past but who doesn’t? You’re not exactly a saint and Colson values your friendship so much that he wouldn’t risk it for a quick thrill. The more you think about it, the more you realise you need to apologise to him.

“Sorry to kick you out Rook but I actually have a quick uh errand I need to run but my parents are out of town so feel free to come by later for pizza or something?” Rook nods and heads out the door, you following behind him with your keys in hand.

“I’ll call you later,” he calls over his shoulder as he hops into his car.

You try your best to stick to the speed limit as you head across town to Colson’s place. You’ve always hated the drive to Colson’s place because it’s always reminded you of how different your life is to his. You live in a large two story house in the ‘good part’ of town while Colson lives in a beat up brick house on the outskirts of town. Today, you don’t have time to think about the unfairness of your drastic financial standings. You’re actually just trying to come up with what exactly you want to say as you pull up out the front of his house.

The house is quiet but that’s not unusual for this time of day. You knock on the door a couple of times and wait. You can hear someone thumping down the stairs and you hold your breath again. Colson swings the door open and his eyes immediately burn with rage at the sight of you. He says nothing, instead he turns straight back around and walks towards the kitchen. However, he leaves the door open so you take that as an invitation to come in.

The house is dark with all the blinds closed and there’s a chill in the air as the heat isn’t switched on. Colson has never really felt the cold. You pull your jacket tighter around your body and follow the same path into the kitchen. Colson is sitting at the small round dining table, scrolling through his phone. He avoids looking at you as you come into view, sitting down opposite him. You don’t know how exactly to start but anything is better than the deafening silence.

“I’m sorry about what I said last night,” you begin softly, clearing your throat. Colson looks up but his expression doesn’t change.

“Yeah, well?” Is all he spits at you before returning his eyes to his phone screen.

“It was wrong of me to make that assumption given how close we’ve always been and how much I know you care about me. I guess I just felt like maybe you’d just gotten caught up in the moment and that in the morning you’d…regret it.”

Colson bolts to his feet and the pure force of his movements causes the chair to clatter to the ground. You jump at the loud noise and look up at Colson’s enraged eyes. You’ve seen Colson angry before but this is different. He’s never been angry at you.

“You think I would just fuck you because I’m drunk and then drop you then next day like you’re a random fucking hookup ?” He booms and you cower slightly at the octave level of his voice.

“I…I don’t know what I think…I just was startled…and then I was topless and you were watching me and…” you fumble over your words, trying to come up with a solid explanation but you begin to realise why you really pushed him away. “I got scared, ok?” you whisper and Colson’s expression slightly softens. “I’ve thought about you in that way for a while now and then suddenly it was happening and I just panicked. I wanted it so badly that it scared me.”

Colson walks around to your side of the table and grabs your hand to pull you to your feet. He cups your chin and lifts your head up, forcing you to look at him. He studies your face for a moment. Stares into your eyes, trying to read your thoughts through them. He slowly lowers his face to yours, his lips slightly parted, never taking his eyes of you until the last minute when closes the gap and kisses you. His lips barely ghost over yours and you feel hungry for more. You shut of your brain and embrace the moment. You tangle your fingers into his wild hair and press your body to his. His hands find your back and he is holding you to him, deepening the kiss.

There’s a part of your brain screaming at you that you’re making a mistake but you tell it to shut the fuck up and you continue to kiss Colson. You tug slightly on his hair, causing him to moan which allows you to slip your tongue into his mouth. You war with the other for control which he eventually gives you. Instead he turns his attention to moving you. He places his hands on your hips and tugs at you. You wrap your arms around his neck and he lifts you, placing you gently on the table. He stands between your spread legs and pushes his hand up your thigh and under your skirt. He thumb lightly brushed your slit through your panties and you moan into his mouth. He pulls his lips away from you and stares down at you.

“Tell me I don’t make you feel good?” He asks you, pure lust in his voice. You moan in response as his thumb begins to massage your clit. “Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll stop.” His lips find the flushed skin of your neck and he begins to lap at it with his tongue, occasionally biting and sucking. “Tell me what you want?” he begs and you feel yourself soaking through your panties.

“I want you,” you groan as he nips at your earlobe.

That’s all the encouragement he needs. He pulls your singlet over your head and is please to find you without a bra. Colson places his hand on your chest and gently pushes you back on the table so you’re lying down. He kisses from the top of each breast, licking each nipple as he passes, down your stomach, to the top of your skirt. Your legs hang off the edge and he kneels in of you. He pushes your skirt up to expose your plain black panties that he immediately pulls down. He shoves them into his back pocket and smirks at you when your eyes widen. Before you can ask him why he did that, his mouth is on you. He licks his tongue up and down your slit, occasionally dipping it inside you to swirl it around. You wrap your finger into you his locks and writhe and moan with pleasure. It’s not long before you’re trembling under his tongue.

“Colson!” you cry as you come undone, your whole body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you.

Colson stands and wipes your wipes your juices into his mouth with his thumb. There’s something about that small gesture that you see as the hottest thing in the world and you’re immediately turned on again. You grab Colson by the scruff of his shirt and pull him down to you, crashing your lips against his. You can taste your saltiness on his lips.

“I need you, right now,” you beg, clawing at his shirt to pull it over his head.

He strips his top off, he yanks your skirt down and discards it with your singlet before pulling his sweats off. You can see his bulge through his boxers and you can’t seem to take your eyes off it. You’d heard rumours about Colson’s size in high school and now that you can practically see it for yourself, you can’t help but gulp with concern. You feel him watching your reaction and you look up at him with your brightest smile. He removes his boxes and his cock springs to life. Your jaw literally falls open and the pure sight of him. Not only is he long but he’s got girth as well. You feel hot and flustered and ready all at the same time.

He guides his length to you and rubs himself along your slit to lube himself up. That feeling alone has you moaning and moving with pleasure. Once he feels sufficiently wet enough he places himself at your entrance.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, ok?” He asks you, pure sincerity in his eyes. You nod.

You’re slightly confused by his request until he pushes into you and suddenly you feel painfully tight. He leans down to watch as he enters you. He has one hand wrapped around the nape of your neck and the other wrapped around your thigh. The wind is knocked out from you as he pushes in deeper, inch by inch. You feel more pain than you did when you lost your virginity for the first time. You’re trying not to hold your breath because you know it will hurt more but you don’t want him to know you’re in pain because he may think this is a mistake and change his mind. You feel tears well in your eyes as you try your best to endure the foreign feeling. You turn your head to the side and bite your bottom lip as the pain continues. Suddenly, Colson stops moving and he forces you to turn your head to look at him. His face twists in anguish and he immediately pulls out of you, lifting your head to his chest.

“Don’t cry baby,” he coos in your ear as he strokes your hair. “You should’ve told me to stop like I told you.”

“I…I didn’t want you to stop and change your mind,” you sob into his chest and you immediately feel like the biggest sook in the world.

“I would’ve gone slower baby or gotten some lube or something,” he scolds you. You hiccup against his chest and he continues to hold you.

After a few moments have passed and the pain has subsided, you feel confident to try again. Colson takes a little convincing but agrees to try again. This time he forces himself to watch your face and make sure you’re not holding in your pain. As he pushes in, much slower this time, you breathe through the feeling of pain and it actually helps. Once he’s all the way in he stills for a few seconds, allowing you to stretch and accomodate his length. You nod at him when you feel ready for him to move. It doesn’t take long for you to moisten him enough that there is barely any pain. After a few strokes you begin to feel an unbelievable wave of pleasure as his dick hits all the right spots.

“Oh my god, Colson,” you moan as you claw at his back.

“Yeah, say my name baby. Beg me to fuck you,” Colson groans as he pushes in and out of you.

“Please, fuck me harder Colson.”

He fastens his pace until your cumming on his dick. Your walls tightening on him, making it harder for him to move at a fast pace. Once you come down from your high, Colson picks you up so your straddling him and he begins to move quickly in and out of you. His face is buried in your neck as you cry out with pleasure as he hits your g-spot with each thrust. His groans become more guttural as he pushes in and out of you at a faster pace.

“Fuck, I’m close-,” he growls into your ear. “Are you…uh fuck…Are you on the pill.” You’re so overwhelmed by pleasure that all you can do is nod. “Shit, I’m cumming.”

The feeling of Colson coming undone sends you over the edge and you have your 3rd orgasm of the day. You both pant as you try to catch your breath. Colson places you down gently, holding you until you’ve regained the feeling in your legs. He disappears down the hallway and returns with a damp washcloth and cleans between your legs and down your inner thighs. He doesn’t say anything and neither do you. He hands you your clothes wordlessly and you feel a hardening in the pit of your stomach.

Oh no, he’s regretting it. You feel a familiar stinging in your eyes and you turn away as you silently dress yourself. You have to get out. Now. Then you remember your panties are still in his pocket. Oh well, guess you’ll just have to replace them.

You pick up your shoes and begin your walk of shame to the door but Colson tugs at your arm to pull you back. You can feel the tears have begun to silently slip down your cheeks and you feel like a mess. There’s an aching in your chest that you can’t shift and it’s making it hard to breathe.

“Hey, where are you going?” Colson asks, confusion in his tone. He’s trying to make eye contact but you can’t look at him.

“It’s ok, I understand,” you mumble.

“What the fuck are you talking about, Y/N? What’s ok? Wait, are you crying?” He cups your cheeks and forces you to look at him.

“It’s ok that you wish we hadn’t…I understand you don’t want this and you want to be just friends.”

“What fucking planet are you living on?” You don’t know what to say so you shrug. “Y/N, I am in love with you. Do you get that? I have been in love with you since we were 14 and I used to give you piggy back rides and giggle in my ear when I would spin you around. I’ve loved you since you painted my nails, the first time, because it was raining and you were bored and I wanted to make you happy. I’ve loved you since the first time we had a secret sleepover when your parents weren’t home and you wrapped your arm around me in your sleep. This was never going to be just be sex, you and I will never be ‘just friends’ again. I want you and only you. I am yours and have been since I first laid eyes on you.”

And with that speech Colson crashes his lips to yours and the happiness you feel right now, warms your whole body. You wrap yours arms around Colson’s neck and you smile into Colson’s lips with pure joy. There’s a wolf whistle at the kitchen entryway and you pull away from Colson’s lips. You try to move away from him but he snakes and arm around your waist and holds you to his side.

“So this is the ‘errand’ you had to run?” Rook teases you with his arms folded over his chest and a huge grin on his face. You’re never going to hear the end of this.

#colson baker #machine gun kelly #mgk #tickets to my downfall #ttmdf #mgk imagine #colson x reader #colson baker imagine #machine gun kelly imagine #mgk x reader #mgkxx #colson baker x reader #est19xx #machine gun kelly x reader #good mourning #mgk angst #mgk fluff

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If you like Leon S. Kennedy as a Resident Evil character, NEVER watch Resident Evil: Welcome to Raccoon City. This is the one RE media that I've watched that I actually, genuinely hate.

They took one of the most iconic characters and turned him into a useless joke:

- His introduction as a character is him asleep at a diner, in full uniform as a cop. This gives the impression that he's lazy or not put together.

- His relationship with the other officers is that they make fun of him and he doesn't do anything about it. He comes off as non-confrontational and the fact that he doesn't seem to have anything to look forward to relationship-wise with his fellow officers makes them dying later not all that sad.

- His backstory is that he shot someone in the ass at his last job and now he's been transferred because his dad is some important higher-up in the force. This, again, makes him into a huge joke and makes him sound completely incompetent.

- After again being made fun of and also called stupid, he goes to do his job at the front desk (shows even less experience) and falls asleep AGAIN. And this time, a truck literally explodes right at the door in front of him and he doesn't. Wake. Up. He only wakes up after the zombified truck driver, who is ON FIRE runs up to him and almost grabs him. WHY???

- They have a scene where Claire and Leon are in the armory and he picks up a shotgun and doesn't even know how to cock it. Claire takes it from him, does it herself, and hands him a bulletproof vest instead. This dude went through police training and can't do a basic task that an untrained person can typically figure out.

- Every time something happens he freaks out and has to be helped by someone else (see: him not shooting a zombie and Claire having to do it for him).

- He says that he doesn't know why he became a cop. In the game, he says that he became a cop because he wanted to help people. How am I supposed to like him as a character when he shows no motivation for anything? He's just kinda there

- The ONLY useful thing he does is grab a rocket launcher and kill a mutated William Birkin at the very end of the movie.

This isn't even getting into all the other things about the movie that sucks. Why did they decide to write it so that RE1 and 2 take place at the same time when RE2 and 3 already do? Why is Chief Irons the most lame character ever and not even remotely evil? Why did they have to write that Chris has a crush on Jill and Jill has a crush on Wesker?

The only good things I can say about this movie is that it was actually pretty cool that the RPD actually looked like it does in the game and they had the four keys from it as well as quite a few other references like that. Also their explanation for why the STARS members and Leon (all in the police force) aren't infected is actually kinda neat. If only they'd put more effort into writing a good script.

OH YEAH ALSO!!! They're planning to make a sequel and I think that's hilarious because what game could they possibly adapt in that case? They can't do the third one because they already showed what Jill was doing during the Raccoon City Incident in that movie and there's no way I can imagine the Leon from that universe ever going through what he does in Resident Evil 4. I guess they could do CODE: Veronica or something but I'm sure it'd be a dumpster fire no matter which game they try to adapt next.

#resident evil #resident evil 2 #resident evil: welcome to raccoon city #kill it with fire #leon s. kennedy #leon kennedy

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davinagreece · 2 years

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mr perfectly fine

jeremiah fisher x oc

chapter 4

"Cops!" Someone yells

Everyone runs off in different directions shouting. I feel someone tugging on my arm, signaling for me to go. I look up and see Jere. I reach out and grab Belly's hand, pulling her up and running.

We all make it to the car and take a moment to catch our breaths. Jeremiah leaves to go find Conrad, muttering something about him being a "pain in the ass." I look up and see the boy that I was talking to walk over to Jeremiah's car.

"I never got your name." He says with a smile.

"And I never got yours. I'm Syrena." I joke back.

"A pretty name for a pretty girl. I'm Christian."

"Oh, here! I forgot to give you your hoodie back." I say, reaching to take it off.

"You can give it back to me at the docks tomorrow at 12."

"Is that your way of asking me out?" I laugh

"Only if you say yes."

"Okay Christian. I'll see you tomorrow at 12."

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We talk for a little bit longer until I see Jeremiah coming back with a wasted Conrad. Typical. I see Jeremiah give Christian a disgusted look.

"Rena. Let's go. Get in." He says.

"Chris can give a ride home. Right, Chris?"

"Yes, that's no problem." Christian replies

"Okay. No offense, but absolutely not. Get in the car now Rena.

I roll my eyes before turning to Christian and saying, "I'll see you tomorrow at 12." before kissing him on the cheek.

I hear a gagging noise coming from Jeremiah before I open the car door and sit down. What is his problem? Why can't he let me be happy? He's made it very clear he doesn't want me.

The car ride home is spent in silence except for Conrad drunkenly flirting with Belly by saying she has messy hair. What a charmer.

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I decide to sleep at my own house for once, but not before checking on Belly. I grab a bag of frozen food from the freezer and take them to her room. She's cuddling Junior Mint, the stuffed polar bear she's had forever. As I'm walking down the hallway to leave, I can't help but look at Jeremiah's shut door, I want to talk to him about what happened tonight, but I decide against it.

The walk to my house is short and spent in silence. I just need space from Jeremiah.

I guess we both changed.

I walk into my bathroom and take my makeup off. I take my contacts out and put my retainer in. Funny. I look the same as I used to, yet I also look completely different. I sigh before turning off the light and walking into my room. Maybe meeting Christian was a good thing.

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I wake up earlier than normal. I shower, spend extra time on my hair and makeup, and pick out an appropriate outfit. We're going to be on a boat, so I decide on a skimpy black bikini with a button-up. Go big or go home.

The walk to the dock is peaceful. The sun is shining and the birds are chirping. As I get to the dock, I see Christian waiting for me.

"Hey" he gives me a small smile.

"Hi," I say back.

"You look good," he says while leading me to his boat.

"So what's the plan for today?"

"I figured we could chill in the lake for a while and talk. I stopped by the store and grabbed food in case you're hungry."

As I step onto the boat, I see that he's made us an adorable picnic setup.

"I love it. Thank you, Christian."

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The date goes well and before I know it, I'm walking to the Fisher House to tell Belly all about it.

I walk in and see Jeremiah sitting at the counter and eating a bowl of cereal. We make eye contact and I see his eyes trail up and down my body.

"Please tell me you didn't wear that to hang out with Christian." He says, shocked.

"And what if I did." I roll my eyes before walking to the stairs. I stop when I feel him grab my wrist.

"I'm sorry Rena, and I'm not trying to hurt you but you need to stay away from Christian. He's bad news. He's just going to hurt you."

"It's funny YOU say that," I yell before turning around and walking up the stairs before he can stop me.

I walk into my Belly's room and I see her face drop. She must know something is wrong from my expression.

"What happened Rena?" She asks.

"I came here to tell you about my date but Jeremiah ruined it."

"What did that asshole do now?"

"He saw me walk in and started complaining about my outfit and then he got mad at me for hanging out with Christian. I don't know what his problem is."

"I'm telling you, Rena, he's jealous. Guys are assholes when they're jealous."

"Whatever, he was supposed to be my best friend but now he's like a stranger."

#belly conklin #conrad fisher #jeremiah fisher #jeremiah fisher x reader #romance #steven conklin #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #jenny han

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This session started off with Cynn getting a vist from Mithros while she was passed out in a jail interrogation room. Mythros lectured her on what she had done wrong with the police interrogation and letting her know that they would be strengthening their bond to keep an eye on her, reminding her that she was only on step 2 of a twelve step rehabilitation program. She was then unceremoniously shoved out of the mental meeting space, woke up, and was interrogated shortly afterwards. Cynn was very good at being cooperative and not making impulsive decisions.

Back at the hospital Elton was waking up for real this time. The entire embassy crew was there and Charmaine, Carestia, and Cael explained caught him up to speed on what was going on, ie Cynn was in police custody, there was a manhunt for Jax, Godwin had been notified on Elton's condition, the two countries were on the brink of war, and that they had petitioned to have an audience with the Illium council to convince them of their uninvolvement. Elton for his part was very high on painkillers and didn't really understand what was going on, but he kept insisting that they look for Jax in Yuza's room. Richard asked Cael if hd should try and hunt down Jax, but she said no she had an idea of where she was and would go herself and left.

Cael met up with a large squad of law officers also heading towards Elysium. She convinced them to let ger check the building first, but then was interrupted by Jax sauntering up from behind, having slipped out the back door, after telling Krumer she owed him big time and getting a raincheck on drinks, and circled around to make it seem like she was on her way to Elysium. Jax casually greeted the very confused cops and then was promptly arrested and brought with Cael to the law office. There Jax was questioned under zone of truth and explained what happened. A few notable questions were if she knew of any other Rose in the city (she knew some were missing, but didn't know how many besides at least two) and if she hated Illium (no). She was then escorted to an adjacent cell to Cynn's and they had an opportunity to talk why they waited for someone to do something with them.

Meanwhile the law officer ask Cael some questions and then had her look at a line up of people to see who she recognized, which was no one. She was then allowed to go see Jax and Cynn in their cells. The law officer let them know that they were recommended to be on house arrest unless someone posted their bail. Jax got mad and said that this was extortion, but right as she was yelling at Cael and the law officer, a new person entered the room. She was Yuza's sister, the Nightwarden and the person who had punched Cynn at the Gala. Cynn tried to make a smart comment about not helping next time she saw am assassination and the Nightwarden told her to shut and led them to collect their things before taking them outside where a waizard teleported them to the embassy.

Cael went to service her weapon and sleep once they arrived while Jax and Cynn went to blow off some steam fighting tge training construct in the yard. Afterwards Jax ran into Charmaine and he caught her up to speed on what had happened to Elton and she shared the identity of the man in the yellow hat. Cynn joined them shortly after. Charmaine gave them letters that had arrived for them and they all decided to go visit Elton in the hospital since Charmaine counted as supervision, so Jax and Cynn could leave the embassy.

At the hospital Elton was awake, but high on drugs. Once the got past Lucky standing guard to the room Jax and Cynn tried to talk to Elton, but mostly ended up them just joking around before Elton mentioned that Val was also there and Jax made Lucky show her where he was. Val had been very badly hurt in the fight, but Jax was able to wake him up and get some information out of him before he passed out again. Mostly that he was following them to set up a meeting time with the Fireflies and that there was a way to contact them that had something to do with his hoverboard. Jax retrieved the board from Elton's room and discovered there was a button on it that seemed to send an recieve messages in the form of beeps produced by button presses. Jax tried messing around with it before Lucky stepped in saying that he recognized the code and might be able to help, but first he needed to know why Val was important. Jax let him know that he was a contact for a gang that Cael needed for some reason and hell maybe they know something about her sister. Lucky nodded and took over at the board, letting the Fireflies know that Val was hurt bad and at the hospital and that it was the Neon Blades' fault. They replied that they wouldn't be coming for him. Jax and Lucky started arguing about her being an 'asset' and Lucky revealed that if Jax hadn't agreed to help on this mission they would have just killed her for killing 12 people. Jax was very upset at this and then started purposely antagonizing Lucky by insulting Commisioner Morrigan. This was breifly interrupted by Lucky having to set straight that the Commisioner was not Cael's mom and that Elton was actually adopted. Jax eventually stormed out back to Elton's room and let Charmaine and Cynn know that they were leaving. Cynn fell into a trance (elf sleep) on the carriage ride back while Jax and Charmaine talked. Charmaine explaining the morally grey area him and the other Roses worked in (like him potentially breaking up a marriage to istract from Elton being in the hospital) and how he would hand Jax the gasoline to burn everything down if he could. Jax vented about what's been going on with her head lately and Charmaine said it sounded a lot like PTSD and explained what that was. He then suggested that they go get drinks and that was where the session ended.

#end speaks #illium campaign #session recap

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a-kaash-me-outside · 1 year

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dear author im gonna be real with u right now.. I couldn’t bring myself to fully read the rest of the chapter when it was clear there wasn’t going to be any clean up of the angst like you’d said. there was barely an acknowledgement of the angst from y/n herself. I physically cringed when I realized she was literally about to put his dick in her mouth before it had time to dry off from the previous girl ahhhh at this point it isn’t even about seeing atsumu grovel or whatever like we had all joked and bantered about after the last chapter, it was the shitty way he spoke to her that needed addressing, which he himself barely addressed, and y/n straight up didn’t even think she deserved an apology in the first place which absolutely blew my mind. and the straight nosedive into the smut when immediately prior to that both characters had been super shaken up mentally and emotionally, it felt rushed and forced and like I was trying to be convinced that it would be plausible for people to have sex right after something like that.

just last chapter these two dingle berries couldn’t communicate for shit and could barely make it through an argument without waking up the entire floor, and we all spent the past week talking about how we should try and understand where the characters are coming from because being 100% at communicating just isn’t realistic and then.. a couple hours later in story time atsumu jarringly has the ability to be calm and apologize and confess his feelings and y/n suddenly decides she no longer is an avoidant person and has the courage to knock on his door and hash things out face to face. both these characters were able to do a 180 immediately after the climax of the story with minimal effort and address what they had been unable and unwilling to for the past few weeks/months. which conveniently was the last remaining plot device that was preventing them from having sex haha. I dunno. the deus ex machina-ness of it all and their sudden good communication skills made it really hard to keep myself immersed in the story

at one point I thought, alright wait maybe its one of those times where the character’s passionate emotions get in the way initially, and afterwards the characters will get serious and there’ll be a genuine acknowledgement of hurt feelings and a thought out conclusion to the entire angst plotline.. and then the story just ended? in the most cop out-ey way? the single conversation where the audience would be able to actually see the most character development between the leads happens off screen..idk. maybe i’m being emotional and I should pick it up again in a few hours. i’m genuinely invested in the story but the chain of events in the last chapter threw me for a loop.

yoooooo. okay. let's dive into this my dude. i was contemplating even replying to this just because!!! this is just my silly little fic that i wrote. okay. let's dive in. <3 explanations and thoughts under the cut babes!

i guess first of all i want to say that this is something i wrote for fun for my fiance. i just posted it on tumblr because fuck it! why not! i wrote 75k words, i can share em. and i did! i didn't do it for pinpoint accuracy or a completely fleshed out, super perfect relationship.

i do also want to point out that i'm in a very secure, super cool relationship with someone whom i trust very much. i'm a pretty decent communicator and a very confident person (who still gets insecure sometimes). i guess my point in saying all of that is like, yea! i get that this story isn't the pinnacle of perfect communication, but i think it is at least somewhat realistic.

some of it is weird and whatever, sure, i'm not denying that, but to say these characters did a 180 is definitely not true. these are two people that really did completely care for one another despite not being able to properly communicate it or skating around issues or reading things in certain ways that the other did not.

setting it in their senior year of college was really important to me because like, they're not fully formed, really great communicators necessarily, they still have flaws but they also understand, to some degree, how to communicate? idk man, communication is weird and awkward and doesn't make sense sometimes.

i speak also kinda of experience too. i don't think yn was ever an avoidant person? i mean, yea, there was an element of just doing what she wanted to do without fully communicating her fears, but i mean.. that's life my guy. i don't think it's ever about courage when it comes to her. it's more about like this line of before and after? the moment of too far? a realization turned anxiety to fix something.

another thing is that this was never supposed to be a chaptered fic, but it was always going to have this conflict as the main point of conflict. which meant more developing feelings than originally planned to be honest which is great but also meant that like the conflict is a bit more jarring. BUT

i guess! i'm just happy with how the story turned out and i'm sorry that it wasn't completely realistic for you and you couldn't get into it completely! i'm proud of my story and the way that it all plays out. after all, it is just a story!

i'm never mad at people for coming into my inbox and letting me know their thoughts and stuff and this isn't an exception. though, i just will say, like, i'm not exactly sure what you wanted to completely convey with the message, perhaps? i guess intention and goal is a bit confusing to me! but!! regardless!!

my tldr of this whole thing is: i'm happy with how it turned out, it's just a silly little story, and i'm sorry that it didn't develop as you wanted/expected! /gen

#shut up tori #asks!#anon!#twrt convo!

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einsteinsugly · 2 years

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Eric lovingly holds his daughter, until...

@lily-267, because it really isn't possible.

Eric (with puppet strings attached to him, by the creators and writers): Hmm, let's name her Leia. *Dramatically cutting off the strings, freaking out* Y'know, after a character I sexually fantasize about. And screams Star Wars, Star Wars, Star Wars. *Repulsed, screaming at the writers above, waking up baby Katherine, or Kate* Let's not, and say we didn't! Donna (annoyed): They also think you'd make a great Star Wars professor. Eric (also annoyed): I recklessly mused for a whole year so I wouldn't become a Star Wars professor. Or a coveted owner of a local comic book store. Or working at a toy company, because I want more out of my life. And I'm finding it, helping kids in need through the power of education...in 1986.

Tears for Fears begins to randomly blast, via Eric's guardian angel. Who attempts to push the greedy, lazy writers aside, with moderate success.

I made a fire, and watching it burn Thought of your future With one foot in the past, now just how long will it last? Now, now, now, have you no ambitions?

Eric: Kate may be a whoopsy-daisy, but we have our lives together. And we're ready for whatever life throws at us. In 1986! The writers: But we need to set this thing in 1995, and Kate would only be nine. We need a teenager, just like one of you. So they can find a new gang, some doppelgangers, just like the old days. Because we love cheap nostalgia, and we've run out of ideas...

Cut to, Jackie and Hyde, a week later. With Becca happily in Hyde's lap.

The writers (bursting in through the front door): You should've said yes to Michael Kelso's marriage proposal seven years ago. Jackie: Eww, why? The writers: And Hyde needs to be out of the picture. The actor who plays him is on trial for rape. Hyde (particularly repulsed, clenching his fists): Well, fuck him. I would never do shit like that... The writers (looking at Hyde): We need to write him out of the picture. Maybe he can be rotting away in prison. *Turning to Jackie* And you can have a teenage son with Kelso, in 1995. Jackie: Eww, no offense, but your ideas are stupid. The writers: And the actress who plays you is married to the actor that plays Kelso, so...ratings! Jackie: Um, wouldn't I have to have a kid really, really young? And what about Betsy? The writers: Don't care. We're doing the same thing with Eric and Donna, and we're probably going to put your son Jay and their daughter Leia together. Hyde: Forman and Donna would never name their kid Leia. Jackie: Yeah, Donna jokes with him about naming their daughter Leia, so he freaks out and screams like a girl. But it's a joke, and they named their daughter Katherine. And she's really, really cute... Hyde (with a nod): Forman looks better as a girl. Jackie: With freckles and red hair. And our daughter? She's adorable, with my hair and Steven's beautiful blue eyes... The writers: You're going to have a Kelso doppelganger. Jackie (lovingly looking at Becca, who's playing with Hyde's shades): Let's not, and say we didn't! I'm happy here... The writers: And you and Kelso can get married, for the second time, for...

Jackie and Hyde read each other's minds. Jackie takes Becca, and Hyde pushes them out the door, slamming it shut and locking it.

Hyde: I would call the cops, but you know... Jackie: We might get Michael? Hyde: Uh huh. Jackie: But he wouldn't want to let them in, either. He's happy with Brooke and the girls. Hyde: And I'm happy with you. Jackie (with a smile): Not just less pissed off? Hyde (with a nod, sitting on the couch with Jackie and Becca): Not just less pissed off.

Jackie and Hyde kiss.

#that 70s show #that 90s show #jackie and hyde #eric and donna #eric forman #jackie burkhart #donna pinciotti #steven hyde #michael kelso #jackie and kelso #kelso and brooke #my ficlets

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c3x21 the dead pool I think

everyonehasthoughts, if you're reading this, I tagged you with this: "btw shout out to @/everyonehasthoughts for reading a fic I was feeling unsure of!" when thinking about alex conrad & rick castle

Who would go swimming at night like that???

kindness : ) U better have asked beckett...

RC: Come on he's a writer, how much trouble could he be?

Food poisoning? He Should Not Have Been Swimming

It's a 6am swim practice & this boy was up at 1.30 swimming? Did he wake up early or stay up late? When does he sleep?

Oh there's an aussie

...Where do babies come from? Remembers her last name too? Wow Beckett lowkey checking him out

Interesting view of the morgue

We see montgomery's eyes a little bit teary. He must really care abt this case. I mean I get it, the poor mother. This is one of the best mom interview scenes we've had.

RM: It says here she's 5'2", you really think she can overpower Zack? KR: Uh, no, but her brothers could. In Grand Irish Tradition, she has four of them, each over six foot, (he says grand irish tradition while standing like 5'8" with three older sisters) each with his own claim to fame: KR: Assault. RC: Ooh KR: Ag assault (aggravated assault) RC: Bad (RM looks at castle making a comment for every one; if it's a long list it's going to be a lot of comments) KR: ADW (assault with a deadly weapon) RC: Eee KR: Battery RC: Mm KR: Assault on a city employee parking enforcement RC: Doesn't count (so valid bestie) RM: Easy KR: Dude KB: (just looks at him) RC: I.. just jokes! (acab bro) RM: RC: RM: ! RC: ..

ew steamed chix breast with no seasonings. Bodybuilders are just like that huh. (when does he sleep? wakes up for 6am swim team, stays up at night until 1am doing what he does & swimming...) Idk some scary looking guy. They went at it. Me, after hearing her say she thought he was with another girl: THEY WERE DOING WHAT Girl you might be able to say NOT a certain accent. Not british, not australian, not east asian, not baltimore, but you don't know what it IS?

... Does beckett have a sticky note pad of... dead people? wtf? Yo espt's outfit today! It's a maroon/burgundy shirt, button up, collared, but it has nice pockets, interesting fabric block placement, & even little straps that go atop his shoulders. Espt & Castle are doing the "build off of each other" thing that caskett does. Did those two have some offscreen action? (won't clip but I love the way they look at each other)

THEY USED TO HAVE WHAT RACES I'm so glad I live up north, it is not even that far north tbh... Remember Norman Jessop & how he helped crack the case by saying that the door was not locked? Yeah. Maybe they trashed the place before he was killed, you don't know! Wait a dental pick? Right after I mentioned Norman Jessop? I literally brought down my finesse picks (which look like dental picks) downstairs TODAY & practiced my lock skills! I have a real pick set too but I wanted to try out the carving/dental picks. (btw I am not a criminal, I just read a tumblr post once about some guy who got back into his office & impressed a girl & I wanted to impress girls too.) Oh come on the ones who trashed his apartment would have seen that! RC: Only one thing I know of comes in vials like that. Me: pee? RC: Steroids

Bro it's designer. & u can detect it if u specifically look for it. Why does Dr Parish know that? Also where is perlmutter?

WOAH OK DID THIS GUY GET BEAT UP IS HE DRUNK OR IS HE HUNG OVER? IT'S THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY WHAT? SO HE EITHER GOT BEAT UP OR IS DRUNK & EVEN THO HE'S A COP ASKING AROUND FOR THE SISTER'S MURDER CHARGE I FEEL IT'S JUST AS LIKELY HE'S DRUNK. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY. (Ryan comes in all banged up & shabby looking. His tie is way off to the side, he looks like he hasn't slept properly in a week, his posture is struggling, his shirt cuffs are hanging out from his coat cuffs, his eyebrows are very low, & his jacket has a rip in it.) KR: Well, she wasn't lying about her brothers. JE: *leans back to get a better look at this man* RC: *sees ryan then looks harder as his face deepens its concern* KR: Talked to all four of them, JE: *looks his partner up & down* KR, putting his tie back on properly: one Irishman to another, JE: >:| KR, voice dropping in pitch as he stares into the distance: & another. JE: *raises eyebrows at castle & beckett* KR: Anyway, they alibied out. They were in New Paltz when Zack was killed. KB: All of them? KR: Mm. (confirmation) KB: For what? KR: KR: They were at a sporting event, of-uh ...sorts. *immediately turns around to walk away* KB: Which was? KR: *licks teeth to stall* KR: Leprechaun toss. *looks immediately to esposito* Don't. ask. (JE & RC share a look & try not to laugh) (a leprechaun toss from what I hear is where you take a little-person & literally throw them as far as you can. Usually into a mattress.) KR: Anyway, the, uh, older brother, he got *notices rip in jacket* first place. KR, toying with the shoulder of his jacket which is falling off at the seam, voice jumping literally an octave like I measured: Oh, man. KB: *trying not to smile* RC: Well, the merits of Irish culture aside, KR: Hey. >:( RC: Sorry & then when beckett asks ryan to do smth he doesn't answer with words, he just raises a fist. Like holy crap this poor man, what happened to him? That's a deleted scene I Want To See!

When did they learn that half the time he was leaving w/o his gym bag?

Ooh alex conrad! AC: *gives a good idea* RC: *proud of him* KB: AC: Well that's just me idk RC: don't worry it takes experience KB: no u'r right uwu uwu Keep in mind, she is also in a romantic relationship as well as being your so called muse.

five to ten in mythology jail Hold on he had a book called dead serious & his new book is called seriously dead? this is a game of concentration; category is plants: WEASEL This is like when Gracie came back & was hella goth

An edible way of saying thank you so much for last night? JE, walking by (beckett is talking abt the case) JE, stops when he sees the Big Basket of Mini Muffins (Beckett is mentioning smth that must be done) JE: Oh how about I run it down? KB: Thanks JE: yeah, *takes the file from her & one of her muffins* *looks at castle guiltily really quick before walking off* RC: Muffins KB: Mhmm, Alex Conrad sent them to me. RC: *drops the muffin immediately & it just falls to the floor* Girl she is literally in a relationship with josh rn wait no wait he meant "got together" in a normal sense not "Got Together" in That sense. & then she stretches Like That???

Ryan outfit update: Maroon sweater, doesn't look too loosely woven & not fraying/fuzzy/wooly, long-sleeved, high vneck; warm navy blue dress shirt; maroon tie. (Oh & later on he gets a grey jacket too, decently light) Castle's outfit is valid but kind of ugly, I don't like the shirt Oh no not an underground website mr castle (& then ryan in the background playing with the medical thing, showing beckett while castle makes a search on someone's computer, idk whose computer tbh) Ryan just.. letting the thing expand around his fingers for no apparent reason

Tommy Marcone is actually not all that wrong. He's dead; nothing u can do abt that now. Hey tommy, smart observation! *drops a hundy for the house & for the bartender, tip for a tip*

They have printers right on their desks eh? Ok but my question: Whose desk is whose? Does rysposito sit back to back or across from one another? does beckett have someone who sits across from her & uses that computer?

Oh nice, the boys made it & got the other side! Just in time! Kinda f'ed up the cops go into this business (probably at least partially legitimate) & just start waving around guns. (of jail in this country is vacation? That is the point. Vacate. Jail is to get dangerous people out of society NOT a punishment.)

NICE CAR!

Tommy is so right. RC: Like a dead mobster in the trunk? Just like that last episode! I like Tommy. He's cute

I don't like brian. He looks like he's made of plastic. He looks hella douchey. Wow that line was rehearsed Oh that line? It was the dad (hold on, the car guy has the accent but he is not the one supplying the eastern-european drugs)

Ryan my man! Already has the information needed! Reminds me of george crabtree. Since he got convicted (falsely but voluntarily) he couldn't make detective even tho he already had everything that murdoch asked him for. Ugh it was so sweet I want to cry. & he literally says follow the money like brax in his line: You practically need an MBA to follow the money RC: Especially in today's competitive market Me: it's like that movie where the assassins try to unionize! (great movie btw)

Woah & outfit update on esposito, man's got a lapelled jacket with a hundred pockets! Tho his shirt idk. Long sleeved dark reddish brown, a few buttons at the top, no collar. Jeans too.

Poor tommy. I love him sm. Probably bc he's cute & I like his tone. If he had a different tone then I'd likely be so mad at him

Girl she's right. it IS about how fat someone's wallet is. With power & influence & money you can get away with a lot of illegal stuff, even if they catch you. it's sad.

They got milkshakes or smth?? Is "struck out" a good thing or a bad thing? We struck out! that shot in the dark we sent hit & we got the info we needed! Ugh, we struck out. that last bat was another miss & we don't have any info. Nice laptop Not the one phone call, that was a dozen but they were all to one guy.

Hypothetically.

Why did they direct Ryan to sit? Is it to make him look Baby?

First names : ) Alex Conrad really does look like mini castle Like a piece of meat.

Oh right. May his memory bring joy to all who remember. I like how he pushes the chair back in I hope this boy knows how to play poker Treading water lol dead serious lol, that's his book title Guys cut him some slack lmao 23 more

No no no not the coach Audio changed whoa wow ok then

No no... no not the cologne guy BRO DON'T SEARCH HIS APPARTMENT HWITHOUT TELLING HIM HE HAS A RIGHT TO SEE THE WARRANT. No... (even tho guy on the cereal box comment was funny)

B plot much? Yeah u were p hard on him. Admitting to his jealousy! This is legit & beautiful & honest. I'm glad you at least feel bad about it castle

Wait are they discussing the torture from a few episodes back? Wow their pride (& I'd expect trauma) really healed fast. Except that ryan says: "& then he said, 'they used to do this to me for talking in class' " except ryan was the one to say that in the first place. (also ryan's outfit is kinda weird. blue/yellow gingham type patterned shirt, collared & button up at least, no tie tho, sleeves rolled up.) (& beckett looks good in a turtleneck) Riker's? That a prison? (is that why kate says don't feel bad or is it bc she set him onto the boys for muse?) RC: Will you still send me your writer's draft? AC: Yes as soon as I change the killer RC: Girlfriend? AC: Rookie mistake. btw shout out to @everyonehasthoughts for reading a fic I was feeling unsure of! (ryan & alex get going while espt hangs back) JE: So a dude can be a muse, right bro? I mean it isn't weird or anything,, is it? RC: No, it's not weird KB: No JE: No, yeah *walks off to catch up with his friend & the guy who is asking him abt stuff for a book* RC, quietly: It's a little weird KB: yeah me: mostly bc it seems like they are competing for his attention ACH IT'S ANOTHER ALWAYS

that's just so sweet

(btw I need a fic now where alex can't tell if they are lovers & things get awkward)

Ok so I went thru & grabbed some clips. I actually watched the whole thing while harvesting my pennycress. Well I listened & when smth worth clipping came up then I'd clip it. Usually I watch it sped up until I get to the points i want to clip, but I struggled to find parts I wanted & I was penny-cress-ing anyway

#castle 3x21 #castle 3x21 quote #castle 3x21 spoilers #the steroid pool episode

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Brooklyn Nine Nine characters as yanderes

I’m just doing the main characters minus Hitchcock and scully and it’s a gender neutral reader except for holt.

Tw: suicide mention

Jake Peralta

Jake doesn’t seem too smart and he acts like a child but in serious situations he’d be smart and figure it out.

Jake drugged you and kidnapped you in your sleep and brought you to an abandoned building where no one would look for you.

When you woke up he gave you a big hug and told you that you were safe. You scream and look around the cold dimly lit room you were in.

It was small and there was a couch, bed, tv and fridge. The room had a door but it had a million locks on it. There was another small room that had a bathroom in it.

You ask where you are and if this is some joke or prank, Jake tells you that it’s too dangerous for you in New York but you’ll be safer here, he says you can watch movies all day and eat all day.

You tell him that he’s crazy and he has to let you go, but he says he’s not going to and you should snuggle with him and watch die hard.

You hesitatingly agree because you know he has a gun and he’s a cop, he can make things happen.

Most days consisted of him coming and going from the room and you getting up and either watching movies or waiting for him to get back.

Jake acts surprised when he hears you’re missing and works extra hard on your case… to make sure no one ever finds you.

When Jake gets back he snuggles you and brings you dinner and tells you all about his day.

You’re terrified of him and you play along because even though Jake would never hurt you purposely, though accidents do happen.

After dinner, you two watch TV or play board games, after that it’s bedtime and he snuggles you tight.

Jake has cameras in the room so he can watch you and keep an eye on you.

Jake is a brilliant detective and will find you if you try to escape.

Jake can’t bear to physically harm you, so punishments are basically just isolation, he leaves you alone until you’re begging him to come back.

It’s not a surprise to everyone when Jake decides to quit the NYPD after months of “searching” for you.

This way, Jake can spend all day with you and can figure out how to get you both out of New York and some where, where no one will ever find you.

Amy Santiago

Amy is smart and thinks fast and has a million plans incase something goes wrong.

She planned your kidnapping for weeks and made back up plans and back up back up plans just incase anything went wrong.

Luckily for her nothing went wrong and you were being held in a small basement somewhere in New York (similar to Jakes)

You begged her to let you go but she said no and threatened you with punishments if you tried to escape.

You knew Amy well, you knew she was smart and she had a 1000 backup plans if you tried to escape.

You knew there was no way out, but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t think of escaping…

Amy feeds you and makes sure you eat at least 3 times a day and she brought a tread mill to the basement to make sure you still got exercise.

She cuddles you at night or anytime she can, she just wants to be close to you.

Amy keeps cameras in there to make sure you don’t commit suicide or try to escape.

She knows you need sun and she wants to make sure you have it, so she blindfolds you and puts sunglasses over your eyes, she also hand cuffs your wrist to hers and hides it with a hoodie. She takes you on walks while holding your hand and guides you so no one suspects a thing.

Amy’s punishments are threats and isolation. Amy will threaten you by saying she’ll frame your entire family for murder or she’ll yell insulting things at you.

Amy loves you and is calm most of the time, but don’t misbehave or she will make your life a living hell.

Rosa Diaz

If Rosa kidnapped you to keep you safe, she really loves you, Rosa was a cop so she knows how dangerous the world is and you’re her world.

Rosa has you held in a small house in the woods guarded by electric fences and wolfs she’s trained to stop you if you tried to escape.

When you wake up and find yourself in the house, you ask Rosa if this is some romantic get away and she explains this is your permanent home.

You’re confused and Rosa says you’re not leaving her and she tells you what will happen if you leave: The wolfs will hunt you since they have your scent and will drag you back to the house.

Rosa threats you will beatings and other forms of extreme pain if you try to escape.

You’re terrified of her and you know how many weapons she has and you knew how strong she was.

You listen to her extreme rules and you know how over the top they are but you don’t want to get hurt, so you just silently nod to everything she says.

Rosa’s rules were: no yelling, no talking past 9pm, eat everything that she gives you, you must give her affection when she wants it.

Everyday is the same. You wake up in her arms and she holds you tightly, it’s almost suffocated you a few times. Rosa makes you breakfast and while she eats, she puts a knife on the table, you know she does it to scare you.

Rosa leaves for work and you’re left alone, she leaves you puzzles and games for you to play with so you don’t get bored. Rosa doesn’t want you to have any technology.

If you’re brave enough to try to escape, you have to change your scent and try to make it through the woods without the wolfs hearing you and then you’d have to jump the fence and not get electrocuted.

You tried and got caught by Rosa when she came back and couldn’t find you, let’s say she wasn’t happy. She found you in the woods trying to climb a tree.

Rosa dragged you inside and gave you one hell of a beating, it hurt a lot.

After the beating she threatened and scolded you for hours, she was beyond mad at you.

Rosa did take care of your wounds and made sure you were all bandaged up.

Rosa tied you to the bed for a month when you went to bed just to make sure you stayed put.

No one will ever find you and your chances of escaping are very low.

But not impossible.

Charles Boyle

Charles went full Boyle with you, he loved you the second he saw you in a restaurant eating alone

He decided to walk past you and accidentally trips and you ask if he’s ok and he gets up and introduces himself to you.

Later as you leave Charles catches up to you and you start talking about everything and you have so much in common.

You feel uncomfortable him following you home so you try to go a different route, but when he says he’s a detective all of those worries fade and you give him your number.

Charles fell for you fast and wanted you all to himself, he knew he had to keep you safe somehow.

Charles tells Jake about you the next day and Jake tells him to take it slow, oblivious to the fact Charles was planning on kidnapping you.

Over the next few weeks you guys have dates and you get to know each other better and Charles knows you’re the one.

One day he poisons your food so you’ll pass out and he takes you to a place out in the middle of the woods.

You wake up and you’re sacred and Charles hugs you and tells you that you’re safe with him now.

He tries to offer you food but you kick the plate and scream at him to stay away from you.

Charles stays calm and asks if you need anything, food water books. You say you want to be free.

Charles tells you about every case he’s ever worked on, all the bad guys and murders and how it’s so dangerous in New York City, he just wants you safe.

You know you can’t escape so you let him take care of you.

Charles cooks for you and as much as you hate him, the food is so good. Charles does your hair and talks about his work and Jake.

He cuddles you at night and leaves early in the morning and always leaves you breakfast.

If you try to escape, he gets mad and yells at you and then leaves. He’d never hurt you physically.

His punishments are just isolation and he always feeds you because he’s not a monster.

Charles loves you and you better love him because if he snaps, who knows what he’ll do.

Terry Jeffords

(Alright let’s pretend his wife is dead or non existent. His kids are non existent this)

Terry is a big man and very scary but he’s a teddy bear.

Terry loves protecting people and he loves you.

You meet after he saves you from being run over and he make sure you’re ok. You’re fine but he takes you to the hospital just incase.

Terry stays with you the entire time you’re at the hospital and even drives you home. You’re so amazed at his kindness that you offer to take him to get some coffee one day as a thank you. He says yes.

You two meet up the next day and talk for hours about everything, you really click.

Terry falls in love with you and wants you and he will do anything to keep you safe. But he wants to take things slowly.

You and Terry go out on 5 more dates and he’s ready to take you away from everything.

One day he kidnaps you from your home and you wake up in his basement.

You try going upstairs but Terry opens the door and carries you back downstairs.

You ask him what’s going on and he just hugs you and tells you that you’re safe with him now and nothing can hurt you.

Terry sits you down on the couch and explains that you’re staying with him for a while.

You want to scream or run but Terry could easily overpower you in a second. So you just agree to stay.

Terry cooks for you and cleans for you and always gives you compliments.

Terry always wants to cuddle no matter what, he holds on tightly and cuddle time can last hours or even days if Terry calls in sick.

Terry loves it when you sleep on top of him but loves it even more when he sleeps on top of you, it’s suffocating but you’re too scared to tell him no.

Terry doesn’t like punishments, the most he’ll do is put you in time out or leave you alone. Terry would never hit you

Knowing how soft Terry is around you. You know that you’d never get hurt if you tried to escape.

When Terry isn’t there you’re trying to escape, you’ve tried picking the locks, tried finding a window or door but nothing.

Terry almost caught you trying to steal his keys and he yelled at you and it terrified you so much that you stopped trying to escape

Terry apologized and hugged you tight and apologized a ton.

There’s a small chance of escaping but Terry is a caption and could find you if you escaped.

Gina Linetti

Gina can come off as rude and selfish and you avoided her when you first met her.

You heard of her from a friend who invited Gina to a party.

She didn’t know why but she wanted you bad. She started to make fun of you. You hated it.

You start to make fun of her and she’s shocked that someone would do that. She asks for your number and you give it to her.

You make plans to meet up the next day and the entire time you two are talking and making fun of each other.

Gina falls in love with you and she wants you all to herself.

After Gina leaves the 9-9 and becomes famous, she has money and ways to make you stay with her forever.

Gina asks you to be her partner and you say yes and her fanbase is so happy for the two of you.

You start to stay in Gina’s house since there’s more room and you hardly live at your house anymore.

After a few weeks, Gina changes all locks all the doors and windows in her house and you can’t get out one morning.

You ask her for a key so you could visit a friend and Gina laughs at you.

She tells you that you’re hers and no one else’s.

You tell her she’s crazy and you grab your phone to call 9/11 but Gina grabs it and hides it.

Gina makes you do videos with her and you act happy even though you aren’t. You try to signal for help in one of her videos but it’s edited out and she punishes you.

Gina takes your phone and sends embarrassing texts to everyone you know and then yells at you and insults you.

You can’t escape her, she’s everywhere and her fanbase is to and is willing to destroy anyone who hurts Gina.

Raymond holt

Reader is male and Kevin is non existent.

Holt is a serious man and is smart and would do anything to protect the people he loves.

Holt catches your eye and you two start to talk about facts and you both are attracted to each other.

Holt asks you out on a date to the museum and you love it and he loves it more than you do.

After another few dates Holt knows you’re the one. Holt has a safe house that isn’t being used and he decides to take you there as a date.

When you get there, Holt has dinner for you and you two eat together and later when you get ready to leave. The door is locked.

You try to unlock it. You turn around to see Holt standing right behind you, you ask him to unlock the door and he takes you to the couch.

Holt kisses you and you kiss back. Holt needs you safe and he couldn’t live with himself if something happened to you.

Holt tells you as a police captain, he knows how dangerous the world is. You re assure him that you’re man enough to handle it

Holt tells you that you’re in a safe house and you’re not leaving anytime soon. Holt tries to hold your hand but you reject it.

You try to get out but there’s no exit and everything’s locked. Holt tells you you’re not leaving.

Eventually you accept there’s no way out and you talk to Holt.

Holt lays out some rules for you. No yelling. Always eat everything he gives you. Never escape. No staying up past 10pm. Don’t ask him about work. Don’t go into certain areas of the house.

You accepted this and you had to play the part of the boyfriend. You once liked him but now you hate him.

Holts punishments are isolation and yelling at you. He terrifies you.

Accept your fate and let him love you. He’s a cop and he knows how to track someone down.

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