#his hair has got to be a huge mess after cutting it with a knife tho

[forgetfulmachineart]

[ID: Three digitally drawn side profiles of Red Son. He has three hair styles left to right. "Pre-Time Travel" is a high ponytail, "Pretending to be DKR" is a half up bun, "Ch. 12" is a messy layered chin length hair cut. /End ID]

How I imagine Red's hair through A Test of Time by @purble-turble ! Go read it now 🔪

[harrysmimi]

Sweet Memories

Synopsis: Harry walks in on YN jamming to his songs whilst making lunch

CW: A fuck ton of fluff

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A usually Saturday afternoon at home it was.

Harry was working away and answering a few email interviews in the bedroom whilst YN offered to make them a nice lunch at home. He didn't like it when she was doing all the work by herself so he tried to finish up everything as soon as he could.

YN didn't mind doing everything on her own, especially when he's in London he's home most of the time with her does all the house chores whilst she's at work. Now he's working and it's only fair she does the same for him. This morning he had a few online interviews now he's got a few emails to answer to, get on a little online meeting with his Pleasing team for the new collection.

He still tailed her around the house in between, helping her fold the laundry in the living room as he was working in the bedroom to make a mess in there. He helped loading the dishwasher from breakfast. Fed the fish. That's all he could do today.

He was on the last call with Jeffery for the day when he got to know his fans have been making a huge deal of the video from YN's cafe online. Especially on Twitter. The media was making their own narratives because no one knew the whole story, him calling the girls out was nowhere to be seen. False narrative of Harry being pissed by his girlfriend's behaviour was being spread around, everyone even went as far as to make up their breakup rumours.

"Harry, don't worry about it. We'll take care of this." Jeffery assured him once Harry went silent on the line.

"Yeah, yeah I'm not." He spoke up finally, "I'll figure something out and let you know."

"I'll get the PR team on it, okay? Now go enjoy your weekend." Jeffery said before he bid him by and hung up.

When Harry finally walked to hear his debut album playing in the background in a very low voice, YN swaying to the the music as she chopped up the veggies for something she was making. Dressed in one of his black hoodie which was almost drowning her and her sweats, her hair tucked neatly in a braid on the back like always and her glasses perched up on the bridge of her nose. It was a new pair she got last week for herself and has been obsessed with it since.

"You have a great music taste baby!" He complimented her, dropping his phone on the counter. He went on to connect her phone to the little speak she had perched on one of the display shelves next to the fancy dinner set. To his surprise, Sweet Creature started playing.

She seemed too lost in her work, as she put some rice to cook in the electric cooker and got back to prepping for rest of the lunch. But she caught him perching up his phone on the coffee machine with the front camera on.

"What are you doing?" She chuckled. It wasn't unusual for him to take pictures of her or film their funny and goofy moments, especially when she's fangirling over her favourite celebrities. She knew he was about to do something goofy or cheeky.

He walked upto her, took the knife out of grip and placed it on the cutting board carefully before he pulled her closer to him. His arm wrapped around her waist whilst his palm was placed on her hip to keep her as humanly close as possible, he carefully took off her glasses and held onto her right hand with his fingers intertwined between her own after placing the pair on the counter next to them. He smirked watching the apples of her cheek grow crimson as she tried not to smile and give into his teasing by reacting, very well known of what he's doing. He started swaying both of them side to side delicately.

He sang to along his own self to her.

"Sweet creature

Had another talk about where it's going wrong

But we're still young

We don't know where we're going

But we know where we belong

And oh we started

Two hearts in one home

It's hard when we argue

We're both stubborn I know, but oh!"

She mumbled a little, "no we're not!" looking up at him. Because they're not. Yes they just had an argument last night and Harry ended up being kicked out to the living room because he was messy pants and leaving his stuff all around the house. But they made up an hour later. They're not stubborn, but understanding. He chuckled nudging the tip of his nose against her in a puppy kiss.

"Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever I go, you bring me home

Sweet creature, sweet creature

When I run out of road, you bring me home!"

He whispered the last word to her as if it were his secret. She could see each little pattern in his eyes, hints of blue and hazel dominated by shades of green and his pupils dilated through a gentle gaze which never moved from her eyes.

"Sweet creature

We're running through the garden

Oh, where nothing bothered us

But we're still young

I always think about you and how we don't speak enough

And oh we started

Two hearts in one home

I know, it's hard when we argue

We're both not stubborn

I know, but oh!"

She chuckled at the little change. It reminded her of their little picnics Harry used to take her to randomly to the Hyde Park, they'd eat junk food and laugh at funny videos on Instagram. They had to stop because his fans had picked on their pattern and they were bombarded by them twice. She disliked that, but there's nothing that can be done.

His lips brushed against hers as he sang to her, moving back when she tried to kiss him. He brought her hand to his mouth to place a smear his lips on the ring on her finger, making her grin sheepishly. He loves to play with her ring for some reason. He's fiddling with it when they're cuddled up on the sofa watching a movie or in bed getting ready to get a good nights sleep. He draped her hand over his shoulder so he could cradle her prettiest face in his hand singing along.

"Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever I go, you bring me home

Sweet creature, sweet creature

When I run out of road, you bring me home

You're my home."

That little change earned a soft gasp from her, enough to make her tear up. She finally got her kiss, before she pulled away enough to hug him. Her face having found a home in his chest.

"I love you so much!" She mumbled.

"No, I love you more." He play argued, making her lift her head up to look at him. Taking the advantage he stole another kiss from her.

Only Angel started playing in the background making both of them burst into fit of laughs.

"Ruined my own moment." He sighed dramatically, he grabbed his phone and turned off the recording and placed it back on the counter and turned off the music. He carefully placed her on the counter making room for himself in between her thighs and earning a squeal from her.

"Oh, it's getting hot in here!" She said in a sing-sang voice. No, that really make butterflies have a field day in her tummy. "Why did you do that?"

"Why not?" He shrugged. "Feel like loving on my Fiancé today."

"You don't feel like that everyday, how sad?" She pouted with her faux-concern.

"I do," he confessed, "but today I feel more like it."

"How lucky am I, that I get free, personal shows from you." She booped his nose with her pointer finger, making him blush, "you look cute when you blush!"

"Stop!" He shied away.

"Do you want to get started with wedding planning soon?" She asked.

"Yeah, we can." He agreed, "do you have any idea about you want it all to be? We can try to merge our ideas!"

She beamed at the thought, "yes, yes, yes! We can make a Pinterest board?"

"You want to do this just so you can Pinterest board, don't you?" He giggled. "But anything you wish for, my love."

"Yay!"

"You're adorable!" He planted a firm kiss on her cheek. "Do you mind if I post about our engagement online?" That caught her off guard.

"What happened to my private Harry?" She gasped.

"I'm serious, baby, I do want to share this so people stop talking." He breathed out, "please, can I?"

"Of course you can!" She exclaimed, "I don't mind, Haz. It's your account post whatever you want."

"Will you show me how to post it on the reels?"

She guided him through the steps of how to post on reels, he wanted to post the video he just took and used one of their engagement photos which Sophia sent just yesterday as the cover for the reel. He captioned with two ring emojis before he pressed the post button.

"Your fans are going to go crazy." She commented, feeling the hint of anxiety in her chest as the video was posted. She watched him limite the comments to just the people who he follows immediately, but about a hundred of his fans managed to comment on it very fast.

"They are." He agreed. "What were you making by the way?"

"Just some usual, Okra and Roti." She shared.

"Hmm, sounds delicious, baby." He helped her off the counter. "Looks like you're done with everything but do you still any help?"

"No, I'm almost done here." She said.

"Dinner is on me then."

"If you're not going to burn down our kitchen."

"Come on, that was one time!" He fake cried, whining like a toddler. "I burnt a piece of bread."

"And your fingers." She added.

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Week in Review

12/17/2023 – 12/23/2023

Sunday

Undead Unluck!!! The huge Round Table!!! UMA Beast and Language!!! Tsundere Apocalypse!!! Fuuko and Juiz being foils and parallels!!! Fuuko being Juiz’s fangirl!!! Gina and Sean messing around in the background!!! Julia!!!!!!!!!!

Dandadan was fine, it was mostly a set-up chapter after all. I was looking forward to seeing the new guy’s design, but maybe that’ll be next week.

Magilumiere is making me insane. I’m coughing up blood. Shigemoto clinging to a single-minded ambition to deal with his grief, Midorikawa envying that Shigemoto at least has direction in his life, Midorikawa deciding to follow Shigemoto and do the dirty work for him to maintain his purity……………………………………………………………….. What in the hell is going on here…………….. Shigemoto’s conflicted expression as Midorikawa offers to dirty his own hands……………………..but agreeing anyway…………….. Also short hair Shigemoto in these hypercute outfits is really cute… I need to see BL doujins of these two so badly… (Also this makes me even sadder that the new anime character designs they revealed were so ugly… They don’t get Midorikawa’s secretly villainous energy…)

Cipher Academy is good, as always… The cover page was funny, I would’ve loved to see what bear crimes Eteshite has committed… I loved seeing Yukako again, but the revelation that she was tanking all the damage to gather intel for Toshusai was chilling… I really like how Iroha’s whole thing is how he can openly and honestly convey his true feelings to others… In a story all about codes and the obstruction of information, the core theme is still communication above all else. So Iroha being able to cut through the chaff of everyone’s codes and personalities and reach their hearts is fun, and a great design for the protagonist of a series like this. (And again, this means that Iroha has chemistry with everyone he interacts with… “You’re the Cipher Soldier I aspire to be??? LOOK UP TO YOU LIKE A STAR IN THE SKY?????????” It’s so refreshing to have a harem set-up where the main guy is actually likeable and charismatic LMAO) Iroha and Yukako’s little banter at the end was also super cute… And now it seems like we’re closing in on the climax of this arc, which is really exciting. I’m most looking forward to finding out what the furry class’ deal is.

Monday

We finally got back onto the House train for real now (especially since it’s leaving Amazon Prime in a few days). The episode where House picks Thirteen up from jail was really solid; I liked the fun little parallels they did with Thirteen picking House up from the security office later, their banter was fun, and Thirteen’s fears are genuine and I could really feel for her. House promising to kill her was probably the nicest thing he’s ever done. After that was Masters’ farewell episode, and while I don’t care about her enough to miss her, I do think seeing her interacting with Thirteen more would’ve been fun…but oh well.

I watched the latest episode of Make Some Noise, and even though I’m happy to see the Noise Boys back for another round, most of the prompts just really didn’t do it for me… Considering some of the heights that other Noise Boys episodes have taken me, this one was unfortunately a bit of a disappointment.

The new Kusuriya episode was also pretty good. I liked all the effort they put into making Fengming look menacing, from the lighting to the framing and the emphasis on the knife behind her. I also liked the brief glimpse into Ah-Duo’s loneliness – despite being a capable woman who would probably love to take matters into her own hands and be the master of her own fate, her position inspires others to sacrifice themselves so as to not dirty her hands…it’s a lonely existence, I imagine. Younger Lishu is so so so so cute, the Jinshi/Maomao moment was also soooooooooo cute. Solid episode overall.

Tuesday

Chainsaw Man…the tragedy of Denji is how he’s a straightforward guy in a complicated world. And perhaps his version of happiness is just fundamentally incompatible with his surroundings and his position as someone with a unique power… I’d like to see Denji get a happy ending, but it’s getting harder to imagine that happening.

We blasted through the end of House season 7 today, and it was decently fun. None of the medical cases in this batch were particularly memorable, though. The only stand-out moments were House doing surgery on himself and House crashing his car into Cuddy’s house. Farewell, Cuddy – you could’ve been a great character if you weren’t trapped in the comphet will they won’t they thing with House.

I started rewatching Downton Abbey in a hurry because I found out it’s about to leave Amazon Prime. I had first watched the show right after I graduated high school on my Grade 12 English teacher’s recommendation, and while I liked it a lot, I think some of it went over my head on account of me being dumb and not knowing much about the world. On this rewatch, I can see now that the show is quite funny under all the posh sounding language, and it’s self-aware about the ridiculousness of this extravagant lifestyle while also allowing us to fully marinate in its splendour and, dare I say, its comfyness. Yes, eat the rich and all that, but there’s something comforting about the routines and efficiency of this estate and how the family and the servants interact and have fondness for each other. Lord Grantham in particular is winning the most based award by a long shot with his open-mindedness. All of the characters in Downton are so distinct and yet believable and likeable – even detestable people like Thomas and Mary get softened over time as we learn more about their struggles (that’s just going off my vague memories from my first watch, though). The only person I truly dislike is O’Brien. I love watching Mr. Carson and Mrs. Hughes trying to manage everyone like parents – it’s even more satisfying now that I know where they end up at the end of the show. Also it’s funny how they wrote Daisy to the be the audience surrogate character who asks basic questions so that the audience can figure out what’s going on and what the standards for the time period are. (Speaking of which, I like that it’s set in the 20th century – the rapidly changing landscape makes for an interesting backdrop to the soap opera-like personal conflicts of the estate). I never did get around to watching the Christmas special or the movies, so I’m looking forward to those after I finish my rewatch and refresh my memory on everything.

Wednesday

Seeing House return to PPTH was nice, as was him trying to reconcile with Wilson in his own way. Park is a fun addition to the cast (we knew her as Ruby’s voice actor on Steven Universe), but unfortunately her acting is so incredibly stiff…

More Downton. I’m enjoying it, but there are some moments where the editing gets a little crazy… Especially when they try to do quick cuts, it just looks jarring and almost like a mistake. I also find some of the romantic progression to be a bit abrupt… I get that they only have eight-ish episodes a season so they have to move things along, but it’s a bit weird when two characters make knowing glances and have like three meaningful scenes together and then all of a sudden they’re saying I love you or getting jealous when the other person talks to someone else like let’s be real here.

Thursday

Downton Abbey: We all saw it coming, and I do like it, but there’s some part of me that’s a little disappointed with the Mary/Matthew romance. As pointed out in the show itself, it tidily solves all of their issues (until the sudden Cora pregnancy…kind of), and the legal drama enjoyer in me would’ve liked to see them somehow foil the entail in some other way. I also wish it was more of a slow burn, but I guess there are other couples who fulfil that role.

House, but I have nothing notable to say about it.

Friday

Even more House. Why did we get like four white dudes in a row for patients. The boxing match subplot was cute.

Saturday

Undead Unluck is crazy good this week… I LOVEEEEEEEEE hearing the English and the Japanese Simlish happening, it’s a little mind-bendy but it serves UU’s international aspect really well. The standoff between Andy and Rip was a little whatever, but I liked that Rip and Latla got some comedic moments to themselves. They serve as a great foil to Andy and Fuuko, and it hints at their importance by humanizing them. And seeing good guy Rip in the current manga loop is really funny when compared to Hot Topic sexy bad boy Rip mmm I’m gonna lick my own blood every five seconds because I’m cool and edgy. AND THEN!! CHIKARA STOPPING THE BULLET WAS SOOOO HYPE!!!!!!!!!! WE ARE SO BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Some of Downton Abbey’s soap opera quirks are annoying me a little bit. O’Brien causing Cora’s miscarriage on the basis of a perfect misunderstanding, the waffling between Matthew and Mary, etc. And I’ve gotta say, Mary has been extremely unlikeable throughout this whole season…her quips feel more nasty than clever. Her sabotaging Edith’s prospects out of spite/for her own amusement didn’t sit well with me at all, and her next scene being her tearfully begging Matthew to stay was like…I feel like they wanted me to feel bad for her, but I really don’t.

[pawnshopbleus]

Freak Like You 

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

summary - You and Eddie are having a little smoke sesh when you impulsively decide to tell him that you have feelings for him. 

warnings - smoking, use of the word “tits,” reader had a crush on Jason Carver, cussing I believe, bad writing, impulsive decisions, author has not smoked a day in her life. 

“There is no way in hell that Chrissy Cunningham, the queen bee of Hawkins High bought weed from you,” you said as you exhaled smoke. Eddie had called you over after a successful exchange with Chrissy. He promised her confidentiality but come on you were his best friend and who were you going to tell? The police? 

“Do I ever lie to you?” he asked as you passed him the blunt.

“That one time during freshman year when you said that Jason liked me back,” you sassed. You had a huge crush on Jason during freshman year. Back when he wasn’t so obsessed with balls and holes.

“Freshman year seems like it was twenty years ago,” he smiled at all the memories he's gathered over the years. Becoming the leader of Hellfire club was definitely his greatest achievement.

“How’s Hellfire by the way,” you noticed that he was daydreaming and decided to break him out of his trance before you lost him.

“It’s something alright. Mike and Dustin brought in Sinclair’s eleven year old sister and let me tell you she's badass. Like, will fight you and your entire family badass,” he shared. You just might need to meet the infamous baby Sinclair. You also noticed that Eddie had the blunt way too long.

“Come on don't babysit just pass it over,” you reached over him to pluck the blunt out of his hands. Eddie was able to get a good peek at your tits but he respectfully averted his eyes.

“You know I saw that right?” you laughed “You know if you wanted a peek all you had to do was ask.”

His eyes widened “What! No. I mean. I-I didn't mean to!” he shouted as he stood up and lifted his hands up in surrender.  

“I’m just messing with ya. Don’t worry about it,” you got up to tousle his hair but he grabbed your wrist to stop you. 

“What was all that?” he asked

You took a deep breath. If you were going to tell your best friend that you liked him you might as well just get it over with. “I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable but I've had a crush on you since middle school. When I first saw you and your stupid band play at the talent show I literally had stars in my eyes. I don’t know why I decided to tell you this now especially since we’re both high out of our minds but still. I like you Eddie,” you confessed.  

“Well that took a turn of events,” he said as he sat back down in his chair.

It was silent for a while. The tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife. You decided to just go so Eddie could be by himself for a while.

“I'll just go” you said. You passed the blunt back to him and headed for the door.

“Wait,” his hand reached for your arm to pull you back to him. You lost your balance and landed on his lap. He groaned and you immediately apologized.

“Don't worry about it. How would you like to go see a movie this Saturday? We could go get something to eat after,” he asked. You smirked as you looked up at him. 

“What makes you think i'd go out with a freak like you?” you teased. You got up off of his lap and walked to the door. Before you left you turned around and said “pick me up at six,” and walked out of the door. 

Eddie laid back against his chair and shook his head. You were going to be the death of him.

[theoreticslut]

「 carving pumpkins 」

george weasley x reader

requested: no

warnings: nsfw content; slight knife kink; mentions of cum, shower sex, & pregnancy

-you’ve always enjoyed carving pumpkins

-even if you didn’t do it every year

-it’s still something you enjoy doing often for Halloween 

-& it’s something you wish you had done more of as a teen and young adult

-now you’re with George though

-& he happily encourages you to pursue anything that’ll make you happy

-hence why when he hears you talking about carving a pumpkin, he eagerly offers to do so with you

-now a week later you’re both sat at your kitchen island

-w/ the pumpkins you had picked yourselves sitting in front of you

-& he’d just dive right into it

-cutting the “lid” out of the pumpkin

-& immediately starting to gut it of seeds and innards

-would look up at you in confused shock when you screech for him to wait though

-bc why would he think about putting down newspapers before making a huge mess of pumpkin guts

-super enthusiastic about the entire process though

-especially since he’s never really carved pumpkins before

-definitely starts cutting out the face with no plan whatsoever

-whereas you carefully consider what shapes you want

-& what expression you want your jack-o-lantern to have

-he’d finish his jack-o-latern first

-proudly showing you it

-to which you’d just chuckle and smile at as you shake your head

-he’d sit there and watch you though

-intrigued by how much concentration you’re putting into it

-& without even realizing it he’d start to get turned on by watching you carve your pumpkin

-what with the way there’s little pieces of pumpkin stuck in your hair

-& even to your face

-bc there truly is no way to carve a pumpkin with minimal mess

-and watching you work with your knife has his mind running in multiple directions

-first with how fucking hot you look stabbing into the pumpkin

-showing your strength

-even though it doesn’t take much

-making him realize that you could probably choke him out easily

-but then his mind wanders to him wielding the knife as you squirm beneath him

-whimpering in anticipation as he drags the sharp blade across your skin

-teasing you with the thought that he could easily just put a little more pressure on the knife

-& there’s also the fact that you are visibly sticky due to the juice of the pumpkin

-which makes him want to make you even more sticky with your guys’ cum

-so when you’re finally done with your Jack-o-lantern

-he eagerly helps you clean up the mess

-before easily persuading  you into the shower with him

-“to wash off the stickiness”

-but it’s totally just to make you sticky elsewhere

-it might also slightly be due to the fact he wants to ruin a different set of guts

-“I’ve already wrecked the pumpkin’s, but I’d much rather wreck yours”

-& he’d make sure he got the point across

-giving you orgasm after orgasm until you can barely stand on your own

-but when he’s done he’d help clean you up

-and get you out of the shower & into some clean, comfy clothes

-carrying you to the living room to watch tv with you

-but not until after he lights up your Jack-o-lateens and places them outside where you can see them

-solely so you can enjoy them

-and relish in the fun of making them

-& just imagine you get pregnant from fucking in the shower after doing the pumpkins

-& you name the kid Jack or jacklyn depending on if you have a boy or girl

-bc you were making jack-o-lanterns when you conceived

-& then when the baby is born!

-you both loving refer to them as pumpkin

-bc you know

-that’s kind of what conceived them

[msookyspooky]

Terrible Trilogy

Part 7

wordcount:4,264

You all drove 30 minutes outside of the tiny town to the nearest city with fast food. 

You looked out the window, watching everything go by you. You were deep in thought...How could you not be? Could you imagine 3 years ago being in the same car as these two? What would your family say? What would Dewey think or Randy? Hell, what would you have told yourself 3 years ago?

'You stupid ass, what the hell are you doing? Billy's right, maybe you really do have a death wish?' You lightly rolled your eyes at yourself in the dark car. The only light coming from someone's utility light or porch as your car passed it. 

You glanced up at Stu driving. You could tell the silence was getting to him as he gripped and ungripped the wheel. He felt so...Chaotic. When he was happy, when he was angry, even when he was sad. He was explosive and couldn't contain himself. He didn't think before acting; he didn't think or dwell afterwards even after acting out. Then what he said about being all you have left...What did he mean by that? Billy was right. He could be behind this as a way to get revenge on Billy while looking like the hero to you...Or to get you both back. 

But the same could be said about Billy as well. 

You glanced over at him. He's eyes were transfixed on the window, thinking. He looked so different. 3 years ago he looked filled out, his hair neatly swept back, unhinged but still. You figured revenge was a motivator for him. Now? He was as thin as he was in Highschool with longer hair, his eyes had tired dark circles under them and his body language was tense. You had to wonder...Why would he agree to even be near you or Stu? Why was this the tipping point?...Was it the tipping point? Or was Stu right and Billy had just lost it after all these years and ready to rip out both your throats? 

You leaned back and looked at the roof of your car. Getting lost in your own thoughts you wish you wouldn't. It was all just so bizarre.

It was so quiet and awkward you could cut the tension with a knife. You fiddled with your thumbs in the backseat as Billy stared out the window and Stu drove while glancing at you from his mirror.

Stu finally groaned to himself. "...Okay this has been a blast but I need something to cut out the sound of you two breathing." He mumbled as he messed with the radio. 

Billy side eyed him and you sighed to yourself. You had a feeling an argument was gonna come from it. 

The song that came on made you clench the seat. It had been years since you heard it. You hesitated, hoping maybe those years of therapy worked the way it did with phone calls...But you couldn't do it. It made your throat tight and your breathing quicken. It got to the chorus and the memory of huge hands around your neck and him sneering down at you flooded your brain.

"NO!-" You jumped forward and flipped the dial hard enough to almost break it. Billy and Stu looked at you like you grew a second head.

"Jesus babe, what?" Stu muttered, you startled him.

You clenched your teeth. "No Beck!...Ever." You ordered, sitting back in your seat. 

Billy scrunched his eyebrows at you as Stu huffed. "Okay! Okay, not a fan of Beck...We can find something else." 

You nodded, curling up into yourself on the seat and doing your breathing exercises your therapist taught you. You could feel Billy watching you from the mirror. 

Stu gave a weird look and tilted his head. "Ookkkkaayyy, sorry." He fiddled with it till No Doubt came on. 

Billy gave him an annoyed look to Stu. "I am not listening to Gwen if I'm forced to be here." 

"Hey, you could've driven your '69 Camaro you love so much." 

You saw Billy stiffen at that but huff. "Didn't wanna waste the gas. Besides, I gotta dispose of your bodies anyways and your ride. I'll just drive it back and impound it. Two birds, one stone." 

Stu scoffed. "Yeah, yeah. Sure. Good luck." 

No Doubt got turned up by Stu.

"Are you kidding me?" 

Stu shrugged. "What? She's hot. Did you see her at the VMAs this year? Total bang town." 

"I can't see her right now can I, doofus?" He moved it until it got to Creed. "Better." 

Stu cringed. "Fucking Creed? They suck!" 

Billy whipped around. "Ooohhh, so you like limp dick biscuit but not Creed? No wonder you like No Doubt." 

"Hey, I don't like chick bands, alright?! She's just hot. My amazing taste is Sum 41, Blink 182, Mindless Self Indulgence, System of Down-" 

Billy gave a sarcastic laugh. "Jesus fucking God, you listed every band that sings like they're on crack and make zero sense. They just spew shit out over a guitar riff. No mother fucking taste." 

 "Oh, cause Kurt's mosquito limbido line totally makes sense.Go listen to your whiny shit somewhere else." 

"Whiny? Bite me. Couldn't be worse then-" 

You groaned while clutching your head. "Both of you...STOP!" You slammed your hands on the seat. "I'm trying to not have a panic attack back here while you both are pointlessly bickering like kids!" You leaned forward and dialed it in. "THERE. If you don't like pop hits then that's a you issue. This or nothing. If you both hate it; at least you can agree on SOMETHING. " 

You all heard modern hits coming on. They both looked tense for a moment and sat back in their seats as Stu kept driving. 

The song played. It was new-ish but catchy. You heard it in your car one day while getting groceries and it stuck. You allowed it to play as you could barely see a dirty look on Billy's face at the music choice and an exasperated one on Stu. 

You caught yourself mumbling it without thinking.  "....Honey came in and she caught me red handed creepin with the girl next door." 

Billy glanced back at you over his shoulder and Stu looked at you in the mirror. Stu formed a smirk as he sang back at you with a catty look in his eyes. "Picture this we were both butt naked banging on the bathroom floor-" 

"No. Both of you fucking stop it-" 

You felt a small smirk pull the corner of your mouth as you and Stu started signing together. What? Was Billy gonna stab you both for singing? 

 "How could I forget that I had given her an extra key?" 

Billy turned around to look back at you. "YN-" 

Stu interrupted Billy's scolding as he tried copying Shaggy's part and it came out just straight gibberish. You couldn't help putting a hand over your face from second hand embarrassment with a snort of laughter. You saw Billy put a hand over his face as well and you knew...No matter how much he denied it...You saw the corner of his mouth lift into a smirk before he slid his hand over his face and 'wiped' it off.

Billy groaned. "Seriously. You're both complete embarrassments. Stop it." 

"Oh come on, Billy! You can sing this part, this is like your theme song...But she caught me on the counter-" You pointed at him. He didn't budge and you gently poked his shoulder. "Saw me banging on the sofa!-" 

 "No." He grumbled.

"Even had her in the shower!" You sang louder. 

Billy sighed heavily and monotoned. "...Wasn't me." 

"She even caught me on camera!" 

"...Wasn't me." Billy said it a bit louder with a shrug.

You laughed. "See? You're a pro at it. Fucking liars, both of you." 

Stu pointed with excitement in his eyes. "OH! Oh!-" 

You laughed and pointed back. "No! Don't go there-" 

"Yes! Uh, how many times have you lied, Sweetcheeks?" 

"Only when I had to. For survival. " 

"That is a lie in itself. I can name a few just in High School." 

"Nuh uh!" You argued. 

Billy huffed to himself. "You're just jealous you suck at it." 

"I do not!" 

Stu laughed. "Yeah, you do!" He kept singing before you could argue."Honey came in and she caught me red handed creepin with the girl next door!" 

He made a thrusting motion with one arm as he drove. "Picture this; we were both butt naked banging on the bathroom floor.~" 

You smacked his arm with an eye roll as he laughed. You saw Billy watching you both. You knew he probably felt like he was with two strangers. You and Stu weren't nearly as close as you and Randy were but he still had a good year or so of seeing you once a month over Billy not seeing either of you for 3 years. 

You shouldn't have cared but you just wanted the ride to go smoothly. You sang the next part; leaning between them and looking over at Billy on purpose. "I had tried to keep her from what she was about to see...Why should she believe me when I told her it wasn't me?" 

Something about that line felt more personal than you intended. Both of you locked eyes a moment before it was ruined by Stu. It was straight gibberish again. You both looked at him. You were laughing while Billy looked annoyed. 

"Stu, you don't know the lyrics. You sound like you're having a seizure." 

"How do you know? Maybe YOU don't know the lyrics." He mocked. 

"I gotta agree with Billy on this one. I don't think it's 'Time to red a vicks', Stu." You laughed. "Just let Shaggy sing it, okay?" 

He got a huge grin on his face. "...Alright. If you say so..." Next thing you know, you're hearing him using his Shaggy impersonation. "Like, but she caught me on the counter-"  

Billy gave you a dirty look. "Oh my God, why did you fucking say that? Don't ever mention Shaggy near him!" 

"You've heard it!?" You exclaimed, still laughing. 

Billy groaned out while resting his chin in his palm. "Yyeeesss...He used to do it at random in school. I had to hit him to stop." 

"Don't! You'll wreck us." You chuckled. "Stu, for real-" 

He sobered up a bit and used his regular voice. "Oh fine...Imma tell her that I'm sorry for all the pain that I've caused." You looked up at him in the mirror as he was looking back directly at you. He actually had a decent voice when he wasn't being a complete goofball.

Then he looked over at Billy. "I've been listening to your reasoning and it makes no sense at all-" 

Billy squinted his eyes at him. "What?" 

Stu shrugged. "Just singing the song, man. Besides, you're the 'wasn't me' guy….Okay, finish it out!" 

You sighed with a small smile. "Honey came and she caught me red handed creepin with the girl next door." 

You nudged Billy and he sighed.  

You and Stu sang in unison while he mumbled it. "Picture this; we were both butt naked banging on the bathroom floor!" 

Stu and you finished it out. "How could I forget that I had given her an extra key? All this time she was standing there she never took her eyes off me-" 

The song was ending and Billy got a small smirk on his face. "...It was me." 

Stu chuckled. "Yeah, me too. Red handed." He raised up a hand. 

You gave a fake gasp. "Really? Wow, I am shocked. Truly. Both of you? Red handed? Wow-" 

Stu laughed and Billy glanced at you with a tiny smirk that left as soon as it came. All of your laughs died out. 

It was bizarre and you all three seemed to lose your good moods once you realized...You all three were laughing about them being murderers. Stu didn't lose his good mood as quickly as you did followed by Billy. He stopped smiling once he realized you both did. 

You felt bad with all of you having such a strange vibe in the car. But...It was strange. Last time you saw Billy he tried to murder you. Last time he saw Stu he was fist fighting him after trying to jump off a bridge. Last time Stu saw Billy he was betrayed by him. Stu forced himself on you in a way...Sure, you could have called the cops but he knew you wouldn't and that was scary in itself. What if you would have and he wasn't caught and you just pissed him off? Stu knew you were too fearful to call the cops and you also wouldn't because as long as he behaved...You would have felt guilty whether you liked it or not. He knew it too.In a way, Stu manipulated the situation and you to let him back into your life these last few years. 

The realization wasn't lost on you. You were sitting in a car with two psychotic murderers that killed your best friends, were going to kill more of your friends and you...Twice. And of course the elephant in the room that Stu apologized for, whether it was genuine or not, but Billy hadn't. Both of them using you and the sexual tension you all felt in the dressing room that was squashed out by their attempted Sexual Assault. How do you just casually get over that? Even if nothing had happened in 3 years, those incidents and Woodsboro and Windsor could last a lifetime.

You frowned to yourself in the backseat...You didn't know if you would ever be over it. Secretly you wanted to talk to them but you also didn't.

'Let's just figure out this note bullshit and let Billy and Stu decide. Let Stu go off to Hollywood and if he gets caught that's his dumbass fault and you have no hands in that. And then let Billy go back to his life...Then, you can go back to yours...Whatever that is.' You thought. 

Stu released a relieved sigh. "There. Finally, civilization." He mumbled at seeing lights after the last 30s minutes of stray houses and dark roads.

He drove straight to the taco bell. 

"So whaddya guys want?" 

"Nothing." Billy gave. 

You looked at him as you were in line. "Billy, get something." 

"I'm fine." He monotoned.

You gave him an annoyed look. "I know you THINK this is going to be cut and dry but it's not. Look, get it and if you don't eat it; I will later." 

Billy looked over at you with a scowl. "STOP." 

"What??" 

"You're doing it again. That weird mother hen bullshit you did in High School. I'm a 23 year old man, alright? I think I know whether I want something or not." 

You sat back with a sigh. "Alright….Maybe you wouldn't be so grumpy if you ate…" 

"What was that?" He demanded. 

"Nothing." You gave with a shrug. Stu snickered to himself as you pulled up.

Stu ordered his meal, then yours...Last minute you rolled down your window. "And a Mexican Pizza with Sour Cream with a Dr Pepper!...And a side Cinnamon twist!" 

Billy raised a brow. "Jeez, you're getting all that?" 

"Yeah...For you." 

He turned to glare at you. "YN, god damn it!-" 

You held up a hand as you rambled before he got too pissed. "Listen. You're getting it! Remember when we went to get food during the summer when we all went to the mall an hour away? Sid was freaking out that her Dad was going to be pissed with her out past curfew and you didn't know what to get and we were rushed so you picked the thing that said pizza on it? You complained it was dry and needed sour cream or something and that it wasn't technically pizza….AND you stole MY cinnamon twist!" 

He stared at you for a long moment as Stu pulled forward. "...You remember all that?" 

You nodded. "Yeah, of course. It was a really fun day. Besides, it was the only time we ever got taco bell together. Tatum had the window down and a bag of lipgloss she got went out the window and we all had to stop the car and look for it, remember?...We never found it. She was pissed." 

You saw the looks they gave you. Billy stared at you a moment with an unreadable expression and you saw Stu cringing to himself. 

"Uh...Don't you two remember that?" 

"Nope. Not at all." Billy gave.

"...Seriously?" Your voice sounded more disappointed than what you wanted it to. It hurt. It hurt that a treasured memory you had that you thought would mean something to them too meant absolutely nothing.

"Stu?" 

He grimaced. "Eh, doesn't ring any bells. No." 

"...O-Oh." You gave, sitting back sinking in your seat with a frown. 

Stu shrugged with a shake of his head. "I mean...We had plenty of memories, sure! I can't remember them all." 

"...Not too many with me though. With all of us...Together." You alluded. 

It was hitting you that...They really didn't care when you all were together. While you were having a blast with your friend group and making memories; all they could think of was murder. It sickened you that either of them claimed they cared at Woodsboro when they weren't even trying to make memories with you.

Billy rolled his lips and looked out his window. "Yeah well, we had different priorities." He added.

You didn't answer him. You wanted to just drop the subject. In fact, you felt like just jumping out of your own car and calling a cab or something. 

You got to the window as Stu handed you your food. You didn't even feel hungry now as you took it. 

Stu kept glancing back at you. "Uh, you should probably eat before we head down the road….Shit man, they forgot my sauce." 

You blinked, not even realizing you were spacing out. You forced yourself to take a bite. 

"Are you seriously getting back in line for that? It's too fucking long." Billy scoffed. 

Stu rolled his eyes. "No, I'm going in…" He got out of the car and leaned over to look at you both. "I'd normally not trust you, Billy, but uh...I think YN's got herself covered. Right babe?" He raised his brows at you with a smirk. You solemnly nodded and patted your leg where your gun was hidden. Billy flipped Stu off as he shut the door. 

You were already becoming emotionally exhausted from being the one to make small talk or solve an argument or try to bond. It wasn't like you could just go home with a potential killer knowing where you live and with Stu driving your car. Besides, even if you held them at gunpoint just to get home; they were petty enough to go back after you. Whether you agreed to this trip or not, your hands were probably tied from the start….Well, at least they were now.

"Hey, YN…" 

You glanced up to hear Billy's voice. 

He hesitated before glancing back at you. "Thanks for uh...That." He shook his drink in his hand. "I just can't believe you remembered something so stupid."

"It wasn't stupid to me." You gave a bit harsher than what you intended. You rubbed your head with a cringe."...I'm just tired and homesick already. I miss my bed and my dog." 

"You got a dog?" 

"Yeah, Cherri. She's a 4 year old golden retriever. She's at my parents house right now with my old childhood cat...Wonder how that's going?" 

"Chaos probably." 

"I know the feeling." You mumbled before sipping your drink. Silence filled the car for a moment. You looked to see Stu was still standing in line inside. 

Billy leaned back, abandoning his food a moment as you watched him. He slowly drew out. "...Randy spilled his drink in Tatum's car...She screamed her head off almost as much as-" He cut himself off. "-She was ticked off." 

You fully looked up at him. "You remember?" 

He gave a small smile to himself for a moment. "Yeah, you jogged my memory a bit." He raised his brows at you to glance back. "How is the little loser anyways?" 

You felt a tinge of irritation at how he talked about someone that became your best friend after Windsor. You pushed it to the side with a sarcastic chuckle. 

"Oh, Ray? He's doing pretty good actually." 

"Ray??" Billy muttered with a disbelieving huff. "Since when is he Ray?" 

"We're friends. Friends give each other nicknames, Billy."

"Friends with Meek Geek? Damn, you're list must be dwindling."

You felt your jaw tighten. "Well he became one of the only people I have left and he's the most loyal friend I've EVER had. I'm grateful for him in my life." You gave. You saw a slight eye roll he gave and it went through you. Petty or not, you couldn't contain the obvious coming out.

Your tone changed with a bitter smirk on your face. "Really he's doing great all thing considering...You know, years on end of physical therapy and being in a coma did a number on him but he finally is able to run again. Good thing considering SOMEONE is trying this shit again. Oh, my arms better too!" You showed him the scar you had courtesy of his mother. "I had to have stitches but I guess it could have been worse...I should know, huh?"

Billy lost any hint of friendliness at your tone. "Yeah...Yeah it could have been a lot worse. A lot fucking worse." He jeered back with a glare. 

Stu came back before your hostility towards your last encounter got any further than what it already had. 

Stu got in the car, he grimaced to himself over the energy in the car. "Uh, so-" 

Billy shoved his food back in the back and slouched in his seat. "Just drive, Stu. It's getting late as fuck to find a hotel." 

Stu scoffed with his mouth full. "Man, I'm trying to eat, the hell-" 

"Either you drive or I drive. Or better yet, I get out and wait for you idiots to make your move." 

Stu groaned. "The hell you are, man! We didn't come all this way for you to split and lose track of you...Till there's a knife in our chest." He gave with raised brows.

"Or one in my back." Billy gave.

"Oohh, knives in backs huh? We want to go there?" 

You glared up at Billy and got out of the car just as dramatically as he always was the minute he didn't get his way. Slamming your door and rolling your eyes, interrupting the argument before it got worse. 

"FINE. I'll drive, Stu." 

"Uh...What about ya know-" He gestured his head to Billy. 

Billy huffed. "What about you, assholes? I said I would be in the back-" 

You smacked the hood of your own car. "I don't give a damn at this point! Stu in the back, you in the back, both of you in the trunk; Who fucking cares?! So what if one of you wants to kill me or each other? Go for it. Save this new killer the extra effort. If it IS one of you; then your plan is already a shitty one....I just want to figure out who sent these letters whether it's someone in this car or someone else and go back to my life." 

Billy mumbled.  "Well, at least we agree on something. Besides-" He got out his knife. " If Stu so much as touches my seat; this is going into your abdomen. No one is ambushing me in this car, got it?" 

You gave an uneasy look to Stu as he got out to go to the back before asking you. "You sure? I could...Hold the gun." 

"....I guess I'm sure, don't do anything stupid for my sake, Stu...And absolutely not. This gun is special and no one else gets it but me." It was true but half and excuse half not. There was no way in hell either one of them was getting that gun strapped under your pant leg.

You got in the driver's seat, buckling up and shooting a side glare at Billy as gave you one back, twirling his knife between his fingertips. You cracked your neck with an irritated frown before you started driving, turning the radio down as you did so. Whatever moment you all had was shot away by Billy's attitude...Like Stu was any better constantly getting a dig in. 

You pulled out and drove down the road as Stu ate and you ate with one hand while Billy sulked in the passenger seat. You glanced over at him. "...You know, we could all just agree to disagree and not talk about anything from the past, okay? I think 3 23 year old young adults can do that." 

He sneered at you, knife resting in his lap. "Piss off." 

Stu rolled his eyes. "Hey let him be a kid about it and sulk. Who cares?" 

"I don't think anyone was talking to you, were they, fuckface?" 

You rolled your lips in thought as a moment of silence passed. "...You know what? Fuck it. I'm not doing this the whole time! Billy, just get it out. Tell me every grudge you've had these last three years and get on with it!"

He jerked in his seat to glare at you driving. "If I do that, I'm gonna fucking rip you apart. How about you both shut up and let me be in my own little Hell over here, alright?" 

"If you were silently in your own hell, I would. But you're not….SHIT! You know what? I'm the one that needs to get it out then! I trusted you two, alright?! I was a dumbass teenager with way too soft of a heart that grew up into a dumbass adult apparently; considering I'm going across the state with you two who I SHOULD have turned into the police….I didn't even-" 

"Shut up." Billy hushed you.

You snapped. "No, you shut up! You-" 

He shhed you harshly. "Shut the fuck up for one second!-" 

"Why?" You demanded.

You saw he was looking in his mirror as he didn't answer you. "...Stu, you see it?" 

Stu raised his brows while sipping his drink, glance behind your car. "...That the same car?" Stu muttered.

Billy's lip raised. "Yep." 

You looked behind at what they were talking about, seeing a big black SUV in your rearview mirror with their brights in your eyes.

"What?" 

Billy answered you first. "That car followed us off a back road into town and then we lost them at the drive in. Now, they're back." 

"What? I never saw them-" 

"Maybe if you weren't daydreaming with your head up your ass back there all night you'd notice." 

You wanted to rip his ass over the remarks but held it in. Bigger problems as the car picked up speed.

Stu huffed with a smirk. "Come on, man. We can't get jumpy at little shit." 

Billy eyed that car, his shoulders tensing. "It's not jumpy if it's common sense. YN-" He drew out as you saw how fast the car was picking up speed. 

"They're just passing." You reasoned, eyes darting from the car to the road as both your hands were on the wheel.

Stu turned around in his seat. "Uh...YN-" 

You gasped as you felt your car get tapped. Hands steadying the wheel as it jerked all over you.

Stu finished his sentence. "I don't think they're passing!-" 

[triptuckers]

Come back to me - Jesper Fahey

Request: yes! "Hi, how are you? Would it be okay for me request a Jesper fic? Maybe something where the reader and Jesper are together and she is also part of the Crows. Since she has a set of skills quite similar to Inej, the two of you are usually paired up during crows missions. On this particular mission you are also paired up with Inej while the others are off somehwhere doing their part of the mission. But then when the two of you don’t appear at the rendezvous point on the agreed upon time Jesper grows extremely worried that something might’ve happened. What completly takes him over the edge is when a wounded Inej appears stating that something happened that resulted in you getting separated from each other and that she was hoping that maybe you arrived already and that’s she doesn’t know what state you might be in." Pairing: Jesper Fahey x reader Summary: When you don't show up at the rendezvous point in time, Jesper starts to worry about you, especially when Inej - your partner for the job - shows up without you Warnings:  angst, mentions of blood, death, vomiting, bruises, language Word count: 3.1K A/N: you ask for angst? I shall write angst TAG LIST (Jesper Fahey): @mufnasa @mmvi-cdxx @brick-by-brick553@treasureofmy-heart TAG LIST (grishaverse): @ayushmitadutta @mrs-brekker15 @dancingwith-sunflowers @thegirlwiththeimpala @parker-natasha @story-scribbler@romanoffstarkovs @daliareads @meiitanoia @itsnotquimey @sanktaesperanza@whymyparentscheckmyphone @aleksanderwh0r3 @ilovemarvelanne1@marlenaisnthappy @brekker-zenik @just-deka @graceknxwlson @the-very-tired-mess @sassybadqueen

There's an anxious feeling in the air. Everyone's feeling it, too nervous to talk. But no one is as nervous or anxious as Jesper.

All of them are waiting at the rendezvous point. All of them, except for you and Inej. Kaz had told them to meet at midnight sharp, and almost everyone was on time. Even Jesper was, which is rare.

He'd expected you to wait there for him, to wave happily at him. You were always smiling a lot when a job went well. He was ready to greet you and pull you in a tight hug, but when he arrived with Nina, only Kaz, Matthias and Wylan had returned.

Jesper figured you'd be there, but he'd just have to wait a little longer. There was still time until midnight. But as the minutes grow, and there's no sign of you or Inej, Jesper is getting more nervous.

After a while, he can't take it anymore, and starts to pace around. He's fidgeting with his fingers or twisting his guns in the air. Anything to help him stay focused.

'Jesper, stop being so twitchy.' snaps Kaz. 'You're making everyone nervous.'

'They should have been back fifteen minutes ago.' says Jesper, matching Kaz' irritated tone. 'We all know Y/N and Inej are always on time.'

'Then worry in silence.' says Kaz.

'How the fuck can you say that?' says Jesper, getting frustrated no one seems to be as stressed as he is. 'Did you not hear me? They are always on time.'

'Well maybe-'

Kaz' voice is cut off by a sharp gasp from Nina. Jesper whirls around to see what Nina's looking at. In the distance, they see someone emerge from the shadows.

Whoever it is, they appear to be hurt. They're pressing a hand to their side and leaning heavily to one side as they walk.

Jesper's heart begins to race. He senses everyone around him tenses up as well. His hand is on one of his guns in case it's a trap.

Then the figure emerges from the dark and they see it's Inej.

While he should be glad to see Inej is alive, this makes Jesper even more worried.

Inej showing up, alone. And hurt. What did that have to say about your state? And where are you?

Jesper stands rooted to the spot, but Nina rushes over to Inej. She helps her to walk the last bit to the others. Nina starts to go over Inej' injuries, but Inej only looks at Jesper.

'We got separated.' she says, looking utterly miserable. 'There were guards we didn't expect and we would have a bigger chance of getting away if we split up. We were supposed to meet up again, but I never saw Y/N. I would have waited longer, but I need a healer or a medic.'

Jesper forces a nod at Inej. 'At least you're safe.' he says before peering in the distance, looking for you. He can't be mad that Inej made it back and you didn't. It's not Inej' fault.

'I don't know where she is or if she's okay.' says Inej, voice breaking as she speaks. 'I'm so sorry Jesper.'

'Don't be.' says Jesper, voice tense with anxiety. 'It's not your fault.'

Kaz steps in front of Inej, looking at her bloodied side.

'Matthias, Wylan, get Inej back to the Slat. Find a healer or a medic. And fast.' says Kaz.

None of them move.

'I could heal her here.' offers Nina. 'Then we can all stay.'

Jesper knows they're al worried about you. They want you to come back. Everyone always comes back. So you have to come back as well.

'It's too risky.' says Kaz. 'I need you here in case we find Y/N and you can still heal her.'

'Don't say that.' mumbles Jesper.

'Don't say what?' says Kaz.

'In case we find her.' says Jesper, repeating Kaz' words. 'We'll find her. We're going to find her.'

'Then we have to get moving.' says Nina. 'And fast.'

After Inej tells them where she last saw you, Matthias and Wylan take her back to the Slat, leaving the others behind.

'We have to split up.' says Kaz. 'We haven't been made yet, but no doubt they're going to send more guards. So be quiet, but fast. Find a way to signal the others if- when we find her.'

Without waiting another second, Jesper takes off.

He walks through the dark, listening for any sound. His heart hammers in this chest, and he's afraid someone can hear it. He's not sure if he even wants to find you. The thought of finding you heavily injured - or worse - is almost unbearable.

Right before you and Inej said goodbye to the others, you'd winked at him. Told him that you'd buy the first round of drinks that night. He'd laughed and said he would buy the first round, insisted on being a gentleman for you.

He'd never even considered you might not make it back.

Jesper manoeuvres through the dark, a hand on his gun in case he ran into trouble.

He's listening for any sound of you, or a signal of Kaz or Nina. Then he thinks of Inej, who got hurt. She didn't say how she got hurt or who was responsible. He should have asked her when he had the chance.

His eyes notice something on the ground, glistering in the moonlight.

Jesper crouches down to take a closer look at it. He thought it was water at first, but one look at the dark liquid and he notices it is blood.

Fuck.

Could it belong to Inej? Or one of her attackers? And if it wasn't one of those, did it belong to you? Was this why you didn't show up at the rendezvous point?

Jesper looks further ahead and sees more drops of blood. Occasionally there's more, indicating whoever it was that was bleeding had stopped, then continued to walk.

With newfound hope, Jesper follow the trail.

He might not like what he'll find, but if it was you, he could help. He didn't know a lot about healing and treating injuries, but he could help stop the bleeding. He'd signal for Kaz or Nina, and Nina would be able to heal you.

His pace quickens and he doesn't care how much sound he makes or who might hear him. If that blood was yours, he had to find you. And he had to find you fast.

Jesper walks around a corner and spots a figure in the distance.

They're walking slowly, occasionally stopping to lean against the wall. Then they push themselves up to keep on walking.

Jesper slowly inches closer, a hand on his gun. Then the person in the distance walks through a stream of light of a street light, and he recognises the hair colour.

'Oh, fuck.' he murmurs. Then he takes off in a run.

When he's right behind you, you turn around, knife in your hand. But Jesper can tell you don't have enough strength left in your body to fight off someone.

Jesper's eyes widen when he sees your blood soaked clothes.

'No.' he says. 'Oh fuck, fuck, no.'

It seems like his voice brings you back to reality.

'Jes?' you say in a hoarse voice. 'What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at the rendezvous point.'

'Oh, saints, Y/N, this is bad.' he mumbles.

'I think you need to buy the first round.' you manage to choke out. And then you collapse in his arms.

'No!' says Jesper, louder than he meant to. But he doesn't care who might hear him right now. He's still got his guns and his quick shooting skills.

Jesper pulls you in his lap, pressing a hand to your bleeding side.

'Sorry.' you say softly.

'What on earth do you have to apologise for?' mumbles Jesper as he focuses on your injuries.

'M bleeding all over your coat. I know it's your favourite.' you say, pouting slightly.

'I'll get a new one.' says Jesper. 'Save your strength. What happened?'

'Inej and I got jumped. We ran. Inej got stabbed. Then I got stabbed. And I got shot. I also got punched in the face so I'll be less pretty with a huge bruise on my face.' you say softly, feeling your eyes grow heavier.

Jesper seems to notice and gently pats your cheek.

'Stay awake for me, love.' he says, his voice slightly trembling. 'Still need to buy you that drink.'

'Hmm.' you hum, briefly closing your eyes. 'Did Inej make it back?'

'Yes, Wylan and Matthias took her back to the Slat, she'll be okay. Like you.' says Jesper. 'Help is on the way.

You reach out and grab one of Jesper's hands. You smile weakly and Jesper shakes his head.

'No, no, don't you dare.' he says, tears forming in his eyes. 'Don't you fucking dare say goodbye, Y/N. This is not goodbye.'

'Just in case.' you say softly. 'In case I don't make it.'

'Don't say that!' says Jesper, getting frustrated with you. 'You're not dying on me now, Y/N, just hold on a little longer.'

'M trying.' you say. 'It hurts.'

'I know it does, love, just stay awake for me. At least long enough until Nina comes.' says Jesper.

'You know I love you, right?' you say softly, voice barely louder than a whisper.

'Don't say goodbye.' says Jesper. 'Don't go.'

'Say it back.' you say.

Jesper shakes his head. 'I'll tell you when you're okay, when Nina's taking care of you.' he says.

'Jesper, please.' you say, almost begging him. 'Say it back.'

'When you're okay.' says Jesper, tears now falling down his cheeks.

You squeeze his hand with as much strength as you can gather, silently asking him again.

'I love you.' he says softly. 'I always have and I always will.'

You smile weakly and feel your eyes become heavier. 'Good to know.' you whisper.

And then you close your eyes.

Jesper's eyes widen. 'No.' he says, softly shaking you. 'No, no, fuck!'

His fingers quickly search for a pulse, but in his panicked state he can barely concentrate.

'No, no, no.' he keeps mumbling.

He looks up, desperate to see Nina or Kaz. But there's no one. No one but you laying in his arms, closed eyes and a shirt soaked with blood.

'Nina!' he yells. He doesn't care who can hear him. Friend or foe, he needs someone.

'Nina!' Jesper yells again. 'Nina! Over here! I found her! Nina!'

He keeps yelling until his voice is hoarse and his throat sore. He keeps on yelling and yelling until finally, someone runs toward him in the distance.

'Nina.' he says weakly. 'I- uh- I found her.'

Nina immediately flexes her fingers and starts to work on your injuries. Jesper wants to ask her if you're going to be okay, but he's afraid of the answer.

While Nina words on healing you, Kaz finds you as well. His expression is blank as he looks at your limp body in Jesper's arms. He tries not to show it, but he's terrified as well.

Finally, Nina turns to Jesper.

'I did the best I could.' she says softly. 'We have to take her back to the Slat, find a proper healer. She might still have a chance.'

'Okay.' says Jesper, suddenly feeling numb, as if he no longer has any emotion in his body.

'Can you carry her back to the Slat?' asks Nina.

Jesper nods, rising to his feet while clutching your body to his chest.

He walks back to the Slat as fast as he can, followed by Nina and Kaz. He's trying not to look down at your face, or think too much about you.

Instead, he forces himself to focus on Nina's words.

She might still have a chance.

It was going to be okay. They'd find a Grisha healer who could help you. Who could heal you where Nina couldn't. You were going to be okay.

Back at the Slat, it looks like Inej only had minor injuries. She's sitting in a chair, fresh bandages peeking out underneath her shirt. She jumps to her feet when she sees you in Jesper's arms, and winces at the sudden movement.

Jesper doesn't say anything, merely spares her a glance as he starts to walk up the stairs to your shared room.

He pushes open the door and gently places you on the bed.

Jesper sinks into a chair next to the bed and allows his tears to flow freely. You don't look like yourself. Your face is pale, your shirt still soaked with blood. You looked like a stranger to him. He doesn't want this to be his last memory of you.

He has no sense of time, and when Nina bursts through the door, he doesn't know how long it has been. She's closely followed by a boy Jesper doesn't know.

Nina quickly introduces him as a Grisha healer, and the boy gets to work.

Nina watches Jesper, who is watching you.

'Jes?' she says softly. 'Are you okay?'

Jesper shakes his head. 'I'm going to throw up.' he says, and then he rushes to the bathroom, falling to his knees in front of the toilet. Nina rubs his back as he throws up.

He stays there, unable to look at you any longer and afraid he might throw up again. He's trembling all over and no matter how hard he tries it, he can't seem to make it stop. Nina stands between the door of the bathroom and the bed, watching both you and Jesper.

Finally, Jesper hears the healer speak up.

'That's it.' he says. 'I've healed her, she should wake up in a few days. Don't wake her, just wait for her to wake up on her own.' he says.

Jesper hears how the healer leaves, and Nina is back by his side.

'Jesper?' she says.

He looks over his shoulder at her, and is met by her smile but also her tear stained cheeks. Of course. You're their friend too.

'I'll change her shirt, okay? Maybe you can come back after that? Sit with her?' she says.

Jesper nods and pushes himself to his feet. 'There's clean shirts in the closet.' he says softly. 'Just grab one, doesn't matter if it belongs to me or her.'

He waits for a few minutes before entering the room again. Nina's changed your shirt and got rid of the bloodied shirt. Your hair is still messy and there's indeed a nasty bruise forming on your face.

But most of your wounds are covered in bandages. Jesper holds back new tears as he approaches you.

He slowly sits down in the chair and takes your hand in his. He's surprised by how warm it still is. He hopes that's a good sign.

'Y/N, love?' he says softly. 'Look, I don't know if you can hear me, but I need you to wake up, okay? Just come back to me. I still have to buy that first round of drinks. And I still need to take you to Novyi Zem to dad's farm. You still have to meet him.'

He reaches out to brush some of your hair out of your face.

'Come back to me, sweetheart. I need you. I can't do this without you.' says Jesper softly.

He sits with you for a while, just looking at you and holding your hand. Occasionally, someone comes in to check on you or Jesper. Eventually, sleep takes over.

Jesper wakes to the feeling of something on his cheek.

When he opens his eyes, he sees it's your hand. Your eyes are open and you're softly talking to someone who is standing behind him. When you notice he's awake, you offer a weak smile.

'Hey you.' you say softly.

At the sound of your voice, new tears roll down his cheek.

'Oh, saints.' he says, lifting his head and grabbing your hand with both of his, pressing kisses to your bruised knuckles. 'Fuck, I thought you weren't going to wake up.' he says.

'Can't get rid of me that easily.' you say. You look at the person standing behind Jesper. 'Thanks for the tea, Inej.' you say.

Jesper hears the door closing behind him. Though the didn't hear any footsteps, he knows Inej left the room.

You look at him again.

'Don't you ever fucking do that again, you hear me?' he says firmly. 'Never. Saints, that was awful.'

'Sorry.' you say. 'Your eyes are red.'

'Yeah, no shit. I thought you died in my arms. I threw up a lot.' he says.

'I thought I died in your arms.' you say. 'Next thing I know I wake up with Inej watching me so intensely I thought she was going to stare right through me.'

Jesper chuckles and pulls his chair closer to you.

'I'm serious, though.' he says. 'Don't do that again.'

'I won't.' you say. 'I asked Kaz to put me on some of the low risk jobs for a while. Just until I feel like I'm ready to handle more.'

'Smart.' says Jesper.

'I'm sorry, really.' you say. 'That you had to go through that. I can't imagine what if felt like.'

Jesper raises his eyebrows. 'You almost died and you're the one apologising to me?' he says.

'For almost dying in your arms, yes.' you correct him.

'Don't apologise.' says Jesper. 'Just tell me whoever did this so I can put a bullet in their head.'

This time, you raise your eyebrows. 'You think I let them get away?' you say.

'Well, I don't know. Maybe?' says Jesper. 'You could barely walk when I found you.'

'I did let them get away.' you say. 'But with at least three knives in their chest. There's a good change I hit a lung or some other vital organ.'

Jesper grins. 'That's my girl.' he says.

You smile at him. 'Now come here.' you say. 'As long as you don't lay your entire body weight on top of me, you can lay next to me.'

You carefully scoot over and make some room for him. Jesper climbs into the bed next to you and you rest your head on his chest.

'Thank you.' you say.

'For what?' says Jesper.

'Staying with me.' you say.

'Always.' says Jesper, and you feel how he kisses your forehead before you fall asleep.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rules Here’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit

[f1nalboys]

Hihi! If its possible, could I get some nsfw hcs on Stu? Anything is appreciated ❤️ Thank you!

oh anon, this is MORE than possible!! i had so much fun writing this and it's a bit of a mess but that just matches him hehe <3 hope you enjoy!! its all under the cut!

WORD COUNT: Approx. 900

WARNINGS: NSFW!!! whole thing is basically about sex so,,, be careful lol. lots of shit jokes from yours truly, voyeurism, double penetration, mirror sex, blindfolds, panty sniffing/stealing/wearing, dirty talk, praise and degradation, orgy mention at the very end, blood and knife kink, creampie vs twinkie (you'll see), doing stuff in public.

Stu is Always horny

Not really a HC but I figured I should say it anyways

Anyways, I think Stu is kinkier than Billy

HEAR ME OUT… Billy is kinky in a very possessive no-one-else-gets-to-have-you way while Stu is more likely to bring you into ‘group activities’

Even in a poly relationship with Billy and Stu, Billy is very against bringing in anyone else even for just a night

For this one I’ll be talking about just you and Stu so <3

He is a huge fan of voyeurism and sometimes prefers it to being involved directly

A big part of his enjoyment comes from telling you (and the other person if he’s not making you masturbate lol) what to do

“Spread your legs more, arch your back, moan louder,” etc etc

Surprisingly bossy and it’s very condensing(ly hot)

This man LOVES going down on his partners!!!!! Try and get his mouth off of you, I dare ya

Hair tugging??? He will become putty in your hands

Panty sniffer. Yeah I said it

Will also occasionally take your (used) underwear and use it to jerk off with either because he misses you (which is sweet in a way) or right in front of you

Big time degrader both for you and for him

“Dirty fucking slut. You were begging for my cock all day and now it’s too much? I don’t give a shit. We’re not done until you’re so stuffed with my cum you can feel it dripping out of every goddamn hole in your body.”

Aftercare with Stu >>>> anything else

He’d wrap you in his arms and tell you how good you were before washing you up. Hell, the man would probably make you a full course meal and keep you on bed rest until he was absolutely sure you were okay

If you two got into something particularly rough whether that be mentally or physically, he might feel a bit bad afterwards

Only a little bit, though

ALSO he is into blindfolds but also mirrors

Not knowing when he’s going to touch you next and wanting you to watch everything he does to you are able to coexist within him

Compared to Billy (yeah I said we weren’t talking about him sorry) he is waaaay more into quickies

Don’t get me wrong, he loves going for hours upon hours with you but sometimes he needs to get in and out (ha)

Biggest fantasy is fucking you right after a kill when he’s still covered in their warm blood. Only thing that could top that is if you were the one covered in blood

Period sex is a must for him

The man is loud… like, annoyingly so

Whether that be him cracking dumb jokes, moaning, or saying the filithiest shit ever, just know he’s not going to be quiet

PILLOW PRINCESS.

Loves letting his partner(s) take control and boss him around, use him like a sex toy, and then leave him high and dry or overstimulate him to tears

Somehow louder when you’re topping than he is in any other situation

When he’s a bottom/sub, he is going to PRAISE you and that is it! Never has it in him to degrade you while you’re fucking the daylights out of him

Ass man through and through but he has never objected to a pair of tits in his life

Another fantasy of his is fucking you in front of a crowd of people who know you two. None of them join in but they’re standing there watching him pound into you; he loves the idea of people wanting you but only him being able to touch you

Double penetration babey!!! He (and whoever is with you guys) will be attempting to shove it in the same whole at least twice.

If you’re not into that, that’s ok! He’s perfectly content with fucking into you while you’re getting some guys cock shoved down your throat! He’s very flexible in that regard

He’s definitely into doggy the most but he’s a sucker for the mating press…

However, he’s more of a twinkie man himself though he loves a good cream pie every once in a blue moon

I am so sorry for the awful jokes I’ve been making it’s a disease I have called being hilarious

IDC what anyone says Stu would love to wear your lacy underwear

I know that because he told me so

Always giving you hickeys, mainly leaves them on your neck and chest but he’s given you a few on your ass before lol

Knife play. Knife said

Like ‘nuff said… get it...okay i'm sorry that was actually awful

Will tease you in public and really wants you to do the same

Having to act normal while his hand is down your pants? Amazing. Him needing to keep up his conversation while you're squeezing his balls? Show stopping

All in all Stu is one horny bastard. He’s a switch (though he leans to being more dominant) with a big fantasy of either sharing you (one or more people, honestly) or showing everyone what they can’t have

10/10 would recommend

[adorethedistance]

9 P.M. - Alive!Luke Patterson x Reader Modern Day!AU

JATP masterlist

Warnings: swearing, mentions of suicide, painful breakup, and angst.

Words: 1991

Summary: Luke breaking up with you made your world stop turning, and when it finally starts moving again after four long months, Luke is back in typical agitator fashion.

A/N: Not requested, and I wrote this in about two hours so bear that in mind. I’ve been toying with an angst idea for a little bit now, and because all of my requests rn are fluff, I decided why not give Luke a little love since it’s been a minute since my last Luke fic. This isn’t proofread so proceed with caution.

“What are you doing here, Luke?” Dana’s voice cuts clear over the mindless chatter in the busy diner. She tucks a stack of menus under her arm to brush a loose strand of sandy blonde hair out of her face.

“I’m here to talk to Y/n. She isn’t returning my calls and she only has her phone on silent when she’s working.”

A solid four months ago, Luke Patterson had broken Y/n Y/l/n’s heart into a couple billion pieces in this very diner. After Luke requested to meet up as soon as possible, Y/n told him she’d be clocking out for the night around 9 PM, and true to his previous request Luke had arrived at 9 on the dot. He considered taking her to his car for more privacy but in fear of forgetting his long, crafted speech, he opted for a secluded booth in the very back corner of her diner.

He still remembers the evening, clear as day. They sat down across from one another on the red vinyl seats with nervous tension exponentially rising between them. He remembers the way she ruffled her loose hair after having it pulled back for an 8-hour shift. He remembers the way she rested her right ankle on her left knee to massage away the calf pain from 8 hours of waiting tables. And he remembers the way her warm smile disappeared after he uttered the words “I think we should break up.”

Y/n was so shocked she couldn’t respond. Everything seemed to be going well between them. They had said their first ‘I love you’s and she had even opened up to the possibility of giving him her virginity. And here he was, a mere week later, claiming that he had fallen out of love with her over the span of a month.

Tears clouded her vision. She was quick to wipe them away before they fell, something Luke noticed that she only did when she was crying out of anger. With her normal sadness or even stress she just lets her emotions run their course. But the anger swelling inside of her at that moment, she so desperately wanted to hide. As a result, she brushed them away. She bit her tongue. She saved face, not wanting to let Luke know just how much he had hurt her.

Luke expected a full-on interrogation. He knew Y/n’s mind was one of insatiable curiosity and she had to have at least a million questions. However, if she did, she didn’t show it. The only question she asked, “Is this really what you want?” Her voice was steady, but Luke knew how badly she wanted to tear him apart, to ravage him right then and there. But after losing such a huge part of herself, Luke, she held onto her dignity so tight it nearly crumbled into dust and blew out of her clenched fingers. Without asking for any more information, she slipped out of the booth and hurried to her car as fast as her walk could take her.

At the time, Luke felt guilty for making her cry. Now he feels guilty for ever having let her believe she wasn’t good enough for him. The only problem is she wouldn’t give him the chance. And her best friend, Dana, didn’t seem like she would give him one either.

“Well, she’s not here. Have you ever considered she’s not returning your calls when she’s off of work, too?”

“Dana, I need to talk to her-”

“What could you possibly have left to say, Luke? Whatever you said to her that night broke her, it absolutely destroyed her. She hasn’t been the same since.” Luke had no trouble believing that was true, which is why it hurt so bad to hear, granted it didn’t hurt as bad as how Y/n felt that night.

“What? No- I-I really need to talk to her.”

“You really don’t.”

“I have to get her back, Dana!” A tornado of shock and anger consumes Dana to the point where all she can do is let out a bitter laugh. The look in Luke’s eyes indicates how hurt he is by her laughter, and Dana’s desire for vengeance has never been so strong. So, she continues to tell the truth. The ferocious, unabridged, hurtful truth,

“You don’t deserve a second chance. You don’t even deserve an attempt at a second chance. Knowing her, Y/n would never tell you this, but I will: you fucked up so bad, you made her almost make the biggest mistake of her life.”

“What?” Luke almost hesitates to ask, knowing he won’t like the answer.

“That night, she came to my place and cried so hard for three hours before she could even get a coherent word out. She stayed with me for three days and, had my shift not ended early that Tuesday, she wouldn’t be alive today.” The dumbstruck look on Luke’s face is only more motivation for Dana to twist the knife, “She almost didn’t survive losing you, Luke. And god forbid she gives you a second chance because she won’t survive losing you again.”

The diner is just crowded enough that no one is paying the two of them any mind as they faceoff by the hostess stand. Dana spent four long months consoling her best friend back to life, and she was not about to let Luke destroy all the hard work Y/n had put into healing.

“I can make this right.”

“How could you possibly make this right?”

“I know more now than I did before. I’ve changed!”

“So has she.” Dana’s biting words render Luke speechless. Once she realizes her work here is done, she continues setting up tables as they’re disinfected.

__________________________

Luke’s conversation with Dana in the diner left him shellshocked, but it also lit a fire under his ass that he needed to move forward. Rather than discouraging him, Dana’s words gave him a greater incentive to win her back: proof that he was willing to do what he said he would. At least, that’s what Luke told himself. Rather than stepping into the future with greater clarity, Luke went into the world with confidence so large and blinding, his actions may sabotage his true intentions.

That’s how he found himself so determined to win Y/n back. And that’s how he found himself face to face with the front door of her home. It’s 9 PM, just early enough to where she’d be home for the day, just early enough to where she wouldn’t be asleep, and hauntingly just the exact time he had broken her heart all those months ago. Before giving his conviction a chance to back out, he was raising a steady hand to ring the doorbell of her residence.

Y/n opened the door without much thought, expecting a food delivery; she was drastically off-put by Luke’s presence at her doorstep this late.

“Oh.” Was the only response manageable for the tired waitress.

“Hi. Can we talk?”

There it was. The phrase that was a paradoxical toss-up regarding her emotional state. Half of her has been waiting for this day for so long, dreaming of the boyfriend she once knew to come genuinely heartbroken and remorseful to win her back. The other half was terrified of this impending day as she realized she wasn’t nearly as emotionally strong enough to handle the situation as she thought. 

‘Oh’ was the only response manageable for the tired waitress.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Please just give me five minutes and if you never want to hear from me for the rest of your life, I’ll never bother you again,” he rushes out, knowing his time is finite. For what short period of time he thought it over, Luke always imagined pouring his heart out on her front doorstep. That’s why her silent sidestep and opening of the door caught him so off guard. He hadn’t anticipated her to actually give him a decent chance. Why would she? He broke up with her in the very diner she works in full time and crushed her heart so completely, the only things left behind had to be contempt and resentment.

Luke crossed the threshold of her small, cramped LA home with his heart on his sleeve. Reluctantly closing the door behind him, Y/n walks to her living room and sits on the couch amidst a mess of popcorn, her favorite chocolates, used tissues, and a bottle of Advil. The night Luke broke up with Y/n was four months ago and she’s still spending her Friday nights alone crying on her couch with a rom-com on the tv. A sharp pang of guilt cuts through Luke’s chest like a machete and his previous confidence completely dissipates into sadness. Though, he can’t tell if it’s actually remorse or just general pity.

“What did you want to talk about?” Y/n asks as if she doesn’t know what conversation they’re about to have. Luke takes a deep breath to prepare himself as best as he can before explaining what’s been on his mind.

“I am so sorry, Y/n.” His hopes for any sort of reaction are crushed once her blank stare doesn’t waver. In spite of everything that’s happened thus far, this is the moment Luke realizes this would be a lot more difficult than he anticipated. “That night, you asked if taking a break from… us was what I really wanted.”

“I remember.”

“I said yes and you left right after that. I know you’ve blocked my socials, but you haven’t blocked my calls, you just don’t answer. I’m sure you’ve got to be interested in why, you’re a very curious person.”

Luke wasn’t wrong there, Y/n had been wondering why. She had been wondering why since the words left his mouth that night, but she repressed that curiosity. She repressed it because she knew that whatever the answer was, it didn’t make any difference. Luke wasn’t hers to have anymore and that was what really mattered.

“I did it because I thought I was falling out of love with you.”

“You thought?”

“I wasn’t actually falling out of love with you.”

“You weren’t?”

“No.”

“Then why’d you break it off?”

“I thought I was falling out of love with you but really my attraction was just changing. Instead of just spontaneous and passionate and exciting, I began to see our relationship as comforting and secure as well as those other things. I thought my comfortability was falling out of love, but really, I was falling in love. I was no longer just super infatuated with you, I was in love with you. Genuine love.”

“Luke…” Y/n trails off. She has no real idea of what it is she’s thinking so she opts to let Luke continue until she can figure it out.

“I love you, Y/n. And I broke things off because, before you, I didn’t understand love. Hell, with you I didn’t understand it was love, but now I do! I love you.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“So, what does this all mean?” Luke draws in a nervous breath, identical to the one he used to soothe his nerves as he stepped into the all-too-familiar house.

“I know I don’t deserve it because of what I put you through… but all I’m asking is for a chance to prove that I really do love you.” The looking shimmering across Y/n’s eyes tells Luke how her thoughts are running wild. She’s experiencing a new train of thought at a mile a minute and it terrifies both of them.

“You hurt me, Luke. And I want to hate you so much for everything that you put me through, but I don’t, and I hate myself for that. But, I’m sorry. I can’t give you a second chance.”

***

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[jeyramarie]

Mr. & Mrs. Holland- (Mob! Tom Holland x Mob! Reader) part 5

summary: they can finally feel safe. hopefully this time, it lasts longer..

warning: cursing, angst, fluff, guns, shooting 

w/c: 3,218

a/n: i really hope you guys like this one, i tried my best. it was a bit challenging but i think i did it😂. anyway, happy reading everyone 🦋

prologue~ part 1~ part 2~ part 3~ part 4~ 

“That was your hubby, princess.” Adam said hanging up the phone as he watched Y/n be dragged back to the chair. 

“You know what he said? He said that he was gonna give me anything I wanted.” he said his men tied her up again making her wince as the restraints got tighter. 

“He’s looking for the chip as we speak… your little plan didn’t work, sweetie.” he whispered with a devilish smile leaning over her. She looked up at him and spit on his face making him growl and throw a punch at her nose. The hit made her head fly back abruptly making her cough immediately. He got angry and grabbed her jaw, making Y/n look at him in pain. 

“Don’t mess with me, baby girl or I might keep you here.” he growled, burying his nails onto her skin, leaving a moon shape mark on her face. Adam turned around and made his way to the door as Y/n, again, tried to get out of the restraints. 

“Fuck you!” she shouted as he walked out leaving her in an agonizing silence. 

Tom was going crazy, waiting for all the information to be transferred from one thing to another. It had a lot of more things than what he had expected. So many details he had missed but didn’t really have time to look through. His wife was in serious danger, the last thing he wants to do is waste his time. 

“Is it done, Haz?” he asked, walking back and forth from the kitchen to the living room over and over again as he drank a bit of whiskey. 

“Not yet, just a bit longer.” 

“How much longer? I can’t wait too much Harrison. He has my wife, God knows what he’s doing to her.” 

“I know that but you have to cooperate too. We can’t control how fast this goes.” Harrison said as he sat down next to William who was still looking at the computer. Tom took a deep breath and walked to the kitchen trying to find some kind of distraction. 

After an hour, the files were finally transferred to Tom’s computer leaving the chip empty. William stood up and handed it to his boss giving him a triumphed smile. 

“Thanks.” he mumbled, taking it from him, quickly grabbing his phone to call Adam. He picked it up immediately making Tom think that maybe he was waiting for his call.

“Do you have it, Tommy?” 

“I do. Where do you wanna meet?” 

“I’ll send you the pin.” and with that he hung up, not giving Tom a chance to say anything. He looked at the boys who were waiting for him to say something. 

“He’s gonna send me the location.” 

Things over at Adam’s weren’t exactly calm. As soon as he hung up with Tom, he marched into the room where Y/n was being held. One of his men walked towards listening to his directions to move her out. After a few whispers and finger pointing, Adam walked out and his men walked towards Y/n making her nervous. 

“We’ll be taking a trip, princess.” the man growled looking at her body up and down with a disgusting smirk on his face. He pulled her up and dragged her outside where she finally saw sunlight. Y/n squinted her eyes and immediately started feeling dizzy, black and white dots clouding her vision. 

“Get in.” the man said pushing her towards the car that was parked outside the house. She slowly got in to see another huge man already sitting there. Y/n sat in the middle, with her hands still tied and her mouth covered in duct tape. All she wanted was Tom. She didn’t know where she was going or what Adam was gonna do to her which made her anxious and imagined every possible bad scenario in her head. She pictured every possible way she could or couldn't escape. Which led to her imagining every injury she’d end up with if she tried. Out of nowhere, a bag was placed on her head making her mumble against the duct tape. ‘They don’t want me to see where we’re going.’ she thought as she slowly stopped moving head around. 

Tom on the other hand was pacing back and forth. He walked outside, around the pool where he imagined Y/n swimming in, he went back inside, took a drink, looked outside, pictured Y/n again. He was going completely insane waiting for the pin location of where his wife was at. Harrison was talking a bit to him, trying to distract him when, finally, he received a text. 

‘Get here or I drown her.’ *pinned location* 

Harrison read it and ran outside to get the car as Tom looked for his hidden guns around the house. He was rummaging through the hidden spot when his phone dinged again. It was Adam. 

‘Remember, come alone pretty boy.’ it read making Tom sigh on the spot. 

“Ready boss?” William asked, walking inside with a duffel bag filled with guns. Tom scratched his eyebrow and looked up at him as he walked to the door. 

“He wants me to go alone.” 

“But boss-“

“But nothing. He has my wife. I’m going alone.” and with that yanked the duffel bag out of William’s hand and walked to the car. Tom drove away quickly not giving William time to go after him. Harrison walked out with two duffel bags becoming confused as he saw his friend looking outside at an empty driveway. 

“Where’s Tom?”

“He left. Adam wanted him to go alone.” he muttered walking back inside running his hand through his hair. 

Tom’s drive was pretty long, filled with anxiety and stressed. Adam just wanted his company back and he just wanted his wife back. The only problem was that neither of them really knew how far they were willing to go to get it. As he drove into the port’s warehouse, he saw his wife, standing next to the car with a bag on her head, her hands tied. One of Adam’s men had a gun to her head, making sure she wouldn't run away. Tom stopped the car and got out immediately walking around it. 

“Where is it?” Adam shouted from the other side of the room making Tom stick his hand in his suit jacket and pulled out the chip, holding it up to show him. He then nods his head towards Y/n signalling his men to pull off the bag shower her with scared eyes and duct taped mouth. She saw her husband and immediately wanted to run to him which caused Adam to grab her arm tightly, pulling her back to him. 

“Not so fast. How do I know everything is in there?” 

“Why the fuck would I risk my wife’s life? Just please, give her to me.” Adam stayed quiet, thinking about whether he can trust Tom or not. He sniffled and turned his head to one of his men. 

“Lewis, go get it.” he stated watching his men as he walked towards the mob boss, yanking the chip off his hand. 

“Got it boss!” the man shouted as he turned around and made his way to Adam. He yanked Y/n’s arm again and pulled her hands towards him, quickly taking out his knife and cutting the ropes from her wrists. She rubbed them trying to relieve the pain as Adam took off duct tape. 

“Go.” he growled and pushed her shoulder towards her husband. Y/n her wrapped her arms around herself feeling scared of what can happen. She started walking fast, then when she was half way through she started jogging which resulted in a run. Tom took a few steps forward, opening his arms to receive his wife. Their bodies finally crashed together, wrapping their arms around each other. 

“Oh my god, baby. Finally.” he cried into her neck taking in her scent. Y/n just cried and cried feelin an immense level of safety when she felt Tom again. 

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did he hurt you?” he asked, grabbing her face and inspecting her whole body. All she did was cry making him pull her to his chest and kiss her forehead. 

“You’re safe, darling. I’m here.” Tom turned them around and sat her in the car. Suddenly, a shot rang equoing all over the room making Y/n shout. He ducked and looked at his wife. 

“Stay down, alright?” she quickly nodded feeling scared all over again. He closed the door and rounded the car to seek cover. Y/n was hiding when she saw the duffle bag quickly opening it to find rifles and subfusiles. She quickly grabbed one and lowered the window pointing the gun at Adam and his men. She wanted to shoot the wheels of the cars so they wouldn't be able to get away. As she prepared to start shooting, a car came swirling inside revealing Harrison and William. They got out along with 5 other men who were actually Tom’s employees. The men started shooting at Adam’s side quickly, not giving them enough time to take cover. Which resulted in a few dead bodies hitting the group. William and Harrison quickly ran back and got down next to their boss.

“What the fuck are you guys doing here?” 

“We found the location, thought you’d be needing backup.” William said and turned to shoot over the hood of the car. Y/n hooked up the gun inside the car and lowered the window a bit, quickly pointing the gun at the wheels. The perfect moment came around as Tom, Harrison and William were shooting at Adam and his men. She shot her gun and heard the ‘tsss’ of the air leaving the wheel making the car lean to one way. Y/n shot 4 more times, deflating the rest of the wheels. 

“Baby?” she heard from behind her and turned to meet Tom who was smirking.

“Did you just do that?” he chuckled, making her smile and nod.

“Keep doing that.” When he closed the door again a wave of bullets hit their cars, breaking every window. 

“Tom!” she shouted making sure he was okay.

“I’m okay, baby!” 

“We have to get closer!” Harrison shouted over the gun shots that were being thrown across the room. 

“I have an idea!” Y/n shouted, making the three men look up at her. 

Adam was shooting crazily at the other side, definitely not caring who got hit or not. He just kept shouting at his men to kill Y/n and Tom. They shot for a bit, realizing that Tom’s side stopped shooting too. Of course, Adam being Adam he thought he had won. 

“You tired Tommy? You’re giving up?” he shouted as he stood up looking at the other side of the room along with his men that started walking over there to check what was going on. He started laughing, feeling the victory course through his veins when he felt a cold metal on his head. 

“Put the fucking gun down.” Y/n said strongly as she pressed the barrel of her gun hardest against him. He turned around slowly with both his hands up while nodding and extended his hand with the gun so William would grab it. 

“You sure you know how to use that big boy gun?” he asked jokingly, making her clench her jaw. 

“You want me to shoot you and find out?” his smile quickly disappeared being replaced with a fearful expression. 

“Call off your dogs.” Tom said, pointing his gun at one of Adam’s men that was standing behind him on the other side of the car also pointing a gun at him. 

“And why would I do that?”

“We have you surrounded, Adam. Call them off.” Harrison said pointing his gun at another man that was close by. He stayed silent, looking around at everyone. His face fell, looking at the ground as he held his hand up and closed it into a fist. That signalled his men to put down every weapon they had in hand placing them on the ground. Tom’s men went closer to them and made them kneel on the ground with hands behind their heads. 

“Call the police.” Y/n said looking into Adam’s eyes, still pointing the hun at his head. 

“What? Babe, why would we-“ 

“Call them!” she shouted angrily interrupting her husband who turned to Harrison signaling him to start calling. 

“Tie them up.” she muttered and surprisingly every one of her employees heard and made their way towards her. They tied them up with their hands behind them and covered their mouth with duct tape. 

“The police are on their way.” Harrison said to Y/n making her nod a bit. 

“Baby, we have to go.” Tom said softly not wanting her to snap at him for no reason. 

“I was thinking about shooting you.. but instead I want you to die a slow and painful death. Alone. Trapped in four walls, not being able to get out. I want you to feel like everything was ripped away from you…” she said to Adam and with that she lowered the gun, quickly turning around as she wiped off a tear running down her cheek. She walked to Tom who had his arm out, wrapping it around her shoulders. He gave her a kiss on the forehead and kept it there for a while. 

“Let’s go home.” he said and opened the car door for him to climb inside. Harrison started to drive being followed by the other car filled with the rest of Tom’s employees who came to help. Y/n had her head on Tom’s shoulder and he rubbed her arm softly, bringing her a feeling of comfort. She fell asleep on the way there making Tom carry her all the way to their bedroom. He covered her with the blanket and kissed her forehead. Then moved to sit down on a couch that was in the room, in case she woke up. He didn’t want her to feel alone and he wanted to monitor her sleep. In case she had nightmares or something. 

He was in the middle of reading a book he found when someone knocked softly on the door. Tom looked up, putting the book down quickly, walking to Y/n for a bit. To see if she was breathing and calm. He walked towards the door and opened it to see William. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Harrison wanted to talk to you. Something about the shipments coming in.” William said in a low voice, to not wake up Y/n. 

“I can’t right now. Tell him to handle it.” he nodded and turned around going back downstairs as Tom closed the door. He turned and saw that Y/n was starting to stir away. Stretching her body as she felt the soft satin sheets under her skin. Finally, not feeling any ache or fear as she opened her eyes to see her husband making her smile. 

“Hello, love.” he whispered, kneeling on her side of the bed as she laid on her sauce to look at him. 

“Hi.” she whispered back with a small smile. 

“How are you feeling?” he asked, running his fingers through her hair. 

“I’m still a bit tired… but also dirty. I wanna take a shower or a bath.” she muttered as her eyes fluttered. 

“I can get it ready for you..”

“Will you get in with me?” she whispered, making him smile and nod. 

“Of course, honey.” he whispered back, standing up and going to the bathroom to run the warm water. Tom moved to the bathroom and ran the water, putting some bath salts and bubbles. He lit some candles of her favorite scent and walked back into the bedroom to see his wife sitting up against the headboard looking out the window at the backyard. 

“Darling. It’s all done.” he said softly and walked to her, putting his arm under her knees to carry her. Tom sat her down on the toilet and started taking off her clothes to reveal all the bruises she had. He stayed quiet not wanting to make her feel bad. 

“I know they’re bad… but I don’t wanna t-talk about it right now.” Y/n whispered clutching the left side of her abdomen that gave her pain every time she tried to sit up straight. 

“It’s okay, darling. Just tell me whenever you’re ready, okay? No pressure.” she nodded and stood up slowly, with his help, getting into the bathtub. She stayed there hugging her legs for a few while Tom took off his clothes. When the water moved abruptly, she knew her husband was getting in behind her. His legs appeared next to her signaling her that it was finally okay to lean back onto his chest. 

He wrapped his arms around her making her let out a breath of relief. Feeling safe after spending some days being tortured. The bathroom spelt like flower fields, giving her vivid memories of their wedding day. 

“Do you want me to help you wash your hair?” Tom whispered, making her smile.

“Please.” she muttered and slowly sat up again departing from Tom’s chest. He sat up grabbing the shampoo bottle from behind him, putting a reasonable amount on his palm. He carefully started spreading it around her head, then moved to detached the shower head to pour some water on her. Tom scrubbed her scalp which made her moan in delight. Finally getting the comfort she had sought for days. He continued for a few more minutes and rinsed it out, then moved to the conditioner to repeat the whole process again. 

“Thank you for doing this.” she muttered hugging her knees tighter, pulling them closer to her chest. 

“You don’t have to thank me, love.” he whispered and leaned forward to give her a small kiss on her shoulder. Tom finished distributing the conditioner he leaned to the side and grabbed her wide tooth comb. 

“I’m gonna detangle it now. Sorry if I pull too hard.”

“It’s okay, baby. Thank you.” Y/n muttered putting her cheek on her knee and closing her eyes. Trying to take in the floral scent and the touch of Tom’s calloused hands. 

They stayed there till the water turned cold making her shiver. He got out first, to dry himself and then moved to bend down, carrying her out. A warm towel was wrapped around her making her sigh in delight. Tom helped her into her soft pajamas and into the bed, then getting into it himself with only his soft gray sweatpants. He pulled her into his chest immediately, finding immediate comfort. Y/n’s head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat over and over as his hands ran softly up and down her arm. Tom didn’t ask any questions cause he knew she was gonna tell him when she felt comfortable. So he let her sleep. Leaving him alone with his thoughts. Knowing Adam was out away, he felt as if a thousand pounds were lifted off of his shoulders. Now he can relax and be happy with his wife, right?

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[imthatchishiyasimp]

Loses and promises

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hi!!! I'm back hehe

It took me a long time to wrap my head around this idea, but I think I like how it turned out. I've been busy with work and I didn't get to post anything this week, I'm sorry.

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Without further ado, enjoy the read!!

TW: Blood, death and injuries are both mentioned and described

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I knock on his door, hard and fast. Jumping in one foot, I try to keep my balance while I tie my trainer. I rest my back on the door to prevent the obvious fall, and I finish tying the shoe. Except the door suddenly opens and I fall backwards pretty fast with a little scream.

“What the fuck?” He says, catching me by the shoulders and stepping back. “What do you want?” The question rolls with scepticism as he turns me around to face me.

I arch my eyebrows and point my finger to my wrist, simulating the time in a wristwatch.

“Already?” Chishiya hums and crosses his arms. “I must have lost track of time. Have they already made the teams?”

“Yup, and guess who’s going to annoy you for the rest of the night…”

He makes a face that’s supposed to look bothered. And he sure is bothered, he hates having to deal with me during games. But I can see through that. He’s not the only one that hates pairing in games; I do too. Not only because he’s annoying and always acts like he’s the only one worthy of winning, but because I would hate to be involved in a heart’s game with him. I know he would do anything to survive, anything, even if it kills him. And I would too. And he knows it.

“We are leaving in a few minutes. Get ready, you lazy ass” I turn around and head to my room to finish getting ready. I hear his breathy laugh just as he starts closing the door of his room. I might need something to protect myself, or something to get rid of people. Who knows what we will be facing tonight.

The car is full of people and smells like alcohol, drugs and sweat. It’s disgusting and I try to get my face as far as it can go through the window.

“Will you stop moving? It’s pretty uncomfortable and I hate the smell as much as you, so either you make me a place in that window or I throw you off my lap” Chishiya says, calmly and quietly near my ear. My hair blows as his breath leaves his lips and chills run through my body, keeping me so still that it seems as if I turned into rock.

Indeed I am in his lap, and indeed I have been moving. But just because I want to breathe fresh air. Just because of that. Sure. No reason behind.

I laugh, in silence, but I laugh. There were too many people in need of refilling their visas, so we had to pair in greater groups. And I was so not gonna sit in the laps of the horny people overbooking the Beach. So , after a huge fight, I made Chishiya sit under me, in exchange of looking for white hair dye.

I move just a bit more to play with him and I feel him tense under me, his hands coming to my hips. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop” So I move to the edge and get comfortable on his knees, leaving him a small place on the window to put his face.

We watch as the city moves in darkness, leaving behind flashes of light holding game’s arenas. I can hear distant music and screams, gunshots and creepy sounds. Maybe it’s real, maybe it’s my imagination, but I would swear on my visa that they won’t stop when the sun comes up. It’s been so long that even when I close my eyes I can still listen to the people dying in their games. I try to silence them with other things, and sometimes it works, but I’m getting tired of it.

The doors of a forest garden awaits us as we arrive. It’s a closed part of the outskirts of the city, enclosing a private area huge enough to get lost wandering around.

The tables at both sides of the door have the phones and some weapons. There’s no limit entry and it looks like there might be enough phones for the lot of us. There are five other people alongside Chishiya and I. I only know two of them: Hiro, the cook at the Beach, and Ume, a bookish girl that’s always lounging in the silent rooms. The rest look kind of familiar but I don’t remember talking to them.

I get off Chishiya’s lap with a hop and take a phone off the table. It beeps with the facial recognition and just says to wait ten minutes to close the entry.

“Want to bet on the game?” Chishiya asks, nodding to the doors.

“Probably a physical, given that we are so far from the city. So I would say a spade one” I guess. It looks like we will have a big arena, and probably something to run from, if we take into account the weapons.

“Looks like your brain hasn’t died yet” He moves before I can get him with a punch.

“REGISTRATION HAS CLOSED, THERE ARE A TOTAL OF 7 PARTICIPANTS. THE GAME WILL NOW COMMENCE”

All of us gather at the entrance, some of us already with weapons in our hands. I’ve chosen a blade big enough to protect me and some small knives hidden in my top and trainers. I don’t like guns and they run out of ammo quite quickly.

“DIFFICULTY: EIGHT OF SPADES”

“GAME: LABYRINTH”

“RULE: YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO CONTINUE IF YOU DON’T PASS THE TESTS. YOU MUST START ALONE, BUT YOU ARE NOT FORBIDDEN TO PAIR ONCE STARTED THE MAZE”.

“CLEAR CONDITION: FIND YOUR WAY AROUND THE MAZE AND SUCCESSFULLY OPEN THE EXIT DOOR. YOU CLEAR THE GAME WHEN YOU GET THROUGH THE EXIT DOOR”.

“TIME LIMIT: 2 HOURS”.

“AFTER THE 2 HOURS HAVE PASSED, THE MAZE WILL BE SHUT DOWN WITH NO EXIT”.

The doors open and we enter the maze. There are several “starts” written on the floor at the entrance of different passages. The walls are so high that I can’t even try to guess what’s at the top. It’s too dark to see more than a few meters from your hands, and the cold is starting to get annoying.

The seven of us position ourselves one next to each other on the central passages and we wait. No sound can be heard, no light can be seen. It’s creepy as hell. I look sideways and I spot Chishiya lowering his hood and lifting his sleeves. He totally hates running, but you can bet he’s gonna give it all.

“GAME START”

Without hesitation, I sprint into my passage.

I’ve been running non stop since the beginning, and this maze is big as hell itself. People always tell you to stick to the left or right and you will get to the end, and that I’ve been doing. But just when I could. There are so many traps around, it’s like they didn’t think we could survive this, so they threw everything they got.

From knife floors, poison ponds, holes… My feet are done for the day, my legs are bathed in blood from the knives and spikes, and I feel kinda dizzy because of the poison gas. But I keep running. The time is halfway gone, and I don’t think I’m even close to the exit.

I haven’t heard any of the other players since the start. I’m a bit worried, and I keep going back to their faces at the car, at the entrance and the moment I lost sight of them when I started running. Will I see them again? How many of them? Will someone make it?

I turn to the left and get thrown to the floor with a nudge on the nose.

“Holy fuck!” I scream in agony, holding my bleeding nose. I would bet my visa on it, it’s broken for sure. Oh God it hurts too much. My face feels heavy and it stings deep inside.

“Jesus, where the hell are you going without looking? Are you stupid? You could have met some kind of trap, idiot”

I look up and catch a glimpse of white hair. But just a glimpse, because the whole rest of Chishiya is covered in ashes. The bastard just stays there, looking down at me without offering a hand. Totally expected that, to be honest.

I get up and punch him straight in the chest. He howls and gets away looking angry. “You deserved that, you totally smashed your elbow on my face on purpose. You were just waiting there to punch me”

“What the fuck? Why would I?”

I study the situation and try to look for lies, but it’s a lost cause with him. “Shut up and start running, we have a long way to go”

So both of us pair up and keep on running together, helping each other in a few traps to minimize the damage. We still get burned and sliced, but we manage to stay together for a good twenty minutes.

Until we don’t.

We are on an empty corridor surrounded by bindweed. What I thought was going to be a calm and peaceful section turns into a nightmare. From nowhere, ropes start to come out and try to catch our feet, arms and trunk.

Both of us jump and get down to escape from the ropes, sometimes getting too close to the bushes and winning new bruises everywhere. The strength that these things have is incredible and intolerable. It feels as if my bones are breaking under the knots. I grasp Chishiya’s hand to keep from getting sucked into the wall, and he takes me out of it. His hand grips mine with a strength I didn’t know he possessed, and I dwell on the feeling of his cold and soft fingers around mine, enjoying the safety his presence gives anywhere he is.

Lost in his eyes, which are making sure I’m not caught into any ropes anymore, we get pulled away in an instant and Chishiya disappears from my sight into the wall, his eyes not leaving mine.

“No! You bastard! You don’t get to abandon me here! Come back!” I scream into the bushes. I slice the ropes with my knives and get away from that corridor as fast as I can.

My face still hurts from the nudge, and my arm feels funny. Both my legs are covered in bruises and cuts from the ropes and the falls. I’m a mess. Everything hurts. Everything is a mess.

I go back to the feeling of finding him. Maybe I didn’t dwell on it, but I felt safer, I felt relieved to have some company; I felt happy to have him there with me, to back me up and get me through difficult things. Will I see him again? Is he okay? Will he be there?

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You better be there when I get off this fucking maze, or I will search for you to cut you into pieces” I whisper to the night, running again, looking behind me from time to time to check if he’s behind me, stoping just before a turn to prevent another hit. He totally did that on purpose.

I step into a two paths corridor. Both of them are covered in darkness and I can’t say which one looks better. Not wanting to lose any more time, I take the right one, although it doesn’t take me long to return. The blood covers the floor and gets sticky when I step into it. I bend over to see what’s in front of me and gulp down seeing the body of Hiro full of insects eating him alive.

He’s whimpering in pain and coughing blood, moving just a bit, probably paralyzed. I don’t know when he catches me, but his eyes get full of tears and he mouths a silent plea, tears streaming down his face and mixing with the blood. I remember when I met him, asking for a bite of something after a run through the city and hungry enough to eat whatever. He made me a simple sandwich, but I swear it was the best one I have ever had. He stayed in the kitchen with me, talking about his life and asking too many questions. Ever since then, he’s always been there when I needed to disconnect from the games, from the people, from the world. Always with a smile and a new recipe to try.

Now all that is left is pain and suffering.

Getting as close as I dare, I whisper a silent sorry and goodbye before ending his suffering. I run away and don’t look back at all, his face and pain engraved in my mind.

When I get to the exit I almost scream in relief. It’s a big door made of small bars with a big “EXIT” written in red above it. The time is almost up and I can’t see anyone here. The place where I came from is not the only way of getting here, there are three more corridors ending in this place.

The thing is, the doors are closed, and they have a huge key hole in the middle. I look around and I spot a key shining on the top of the door. It’s hanging by a thread, laughing at me from up there.

I scoff, tired as I can be, and I stop in front of the door. Guessing from the place where it is, I must need to climb through the door and it doesn’t seem dangerous at all, but I still don’t trust it. Checking the time I decide that I can’t risk it on trying to search for another way of getting the key, so I grasp the bars.

The heat burns through me and paralyzes me in the spot. I feel as if my hand is going to come off right now. I let go of the door and caress the palm of my hand, blowing air as kindly as I can, tears streaming down my face of the pain.

“FIVE MINUTES LEFT”

“I hate this. I hate it so much” Curses leave my lips as I get higher and higher, once again at the door and burning my hands and feet in the process. I can’t feel it anymore, I just know it’s painful and it’s going to leave ugly scars. I grip the key and rip it from the thread and throw myself to the floor, not caring to limb down properly.

The floor meets my back and I roll over. I would have stayed there, I swear. I was done with everything. My whole body was hurting, my mind was going blank and kept screaming.

“Tsk” I hear some rustling near me and then a foot nudges me on the back of my head. “Are you alive there?” I moan in response and turn over, glaring at the clever smirk of Chishiya. “Do you mind handing over the key? I’m in desperate need of a shower”.

“I don’t know, would you mind stopping hitting me on purpose?” I mumble through moans of pain.

He sighs and bends next to me, placing his face just above mine, our noses almost touching. I can feel his breath, the quick rhythm it still has, the cold and the smell of sweat and toxic reaching me.

“For the last time, I did not hit you on purpose” He whispers looking straight at me.

“How do I know you’re telling the truth?” I question. You won't ever know with him.

“Trust me, if I had hit you on purpose, I would have done it a lot harder”. His eyes hold that smart look, the condescending vibes all around him, but I think I can see worry and relief and…

“Oh fucking hell, yes! You guys made it! We are saved and alive and… Oh God, two minutes left, tell me you know how to open that door or I will kill myself right here” One of the guys we came with sprouts from a passage, holding Ume’s limping form and followed by another guy who’s gripping a tourniquet around his arm. I’m glad to see most of us are alive after that hell.

Chishiya takes the fey from my hand with caution to not touch the burnt parts of my palms and fingers. He quickly pushes the key into the lock and pushes the door hard.

I don’t know why, but I was scared of it not opening. Silly, I know, but after so many games with tricks at the end, I didn’t know what to expect. The phones beep immediately, and I struggle to get up to a sitting position.

“GAME CLEAR”.

“CONGRATULATIONS”.

Relief flows inside all of us, dropping to the floor and crying happy tears. Is it really a win? It doesn't feel like that anymore. I think I've lost some things inside those walls and darkness.

I thought I was hurting, but in just a second, all the injuries I have, start to really hurt and the pain makes me close my eyes and shake like crazy. I might need a whole week of rest after this.

Arms come from behind me and take me up. I’m lost in the sudden change of position and it takes me a while to realize Chishiya is holding me in a bridal style. He quickly gets ahead of the rest, not caring to check if they are following us, and heads to the place we left the car.

It’s a long way until we get there and I nod off a few times, resting my head and hiding in his soft tingling hair, taking his scent apart from all the other ones. I don’t dream at all, it’s all blank, but I wake up startled looking for Hiro or Chishiya, afraid they’re not here anymore. I get sad and I cry silently when I remember Hiro’s body and scared face, pleading for mercy; and I sigh with relief when I feel Chishiya holding me tighter after I wake up shaking, crossing our eyes and making me feel safe with just a look.

“Don’t ever disappear like that again. Don’t even dare. Promise me” I angrily say after one of my nightmares. He doesn’t say anything, and I don’t need him to. He just needs to know. I pretend I don’t see the almost imperceptible nod he does once I return to put my head on his chest.

The ride back is a blur. We have more space now that two of us are missing, but it’s heavy inside. I keep next to Chishiya, him holding me while I rest and sleep in between nightmares. None of us has said anything since we left the forest. We are all relieving our paths along the maze, the things we saw and the hopelessness we felt, the fear of being left there forever.

The sunrise marks our arrival at the Beach. People there are waiting for the cars still gone and they welcome us with joy and worry. We are rushed to the medical room to get checked up on, and although I try to walk there, pathetically I must say, I can feel Chishiya is ready to ame me in case I fall. He leaves once An puts me on a bed and starts treating my wounds.

But I know he will be back. He always comes back. He promised.

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[calamitykaty]

A Twist of Fate

Charlie x Fem! Reader

Word count:7670

Warnings: Slight Swearing, I think that’s it?

Requested: Sorta? It’s a multi writer topic by @vicesvsvirtuesfanfic​ revolving around the idea of y/n finding an ad to rent a date for Thanksgiving. *You can find the first writers fic HERE

A/N: HUGE thank you to @dream-a-little-bigger-x​ for reading every rough draft of this that I sent her, along with bouncing ideas with me! Also a huge thank you to @vicesvsvirtuesfanfic​ for supporting me when I got stuck and reading my super rough draft! 

I wasn’t gonna post this until tomorrow but now I have a Christmas Reggie fic that I want to post tomorrow so...Happy Reading.

 Y/N wrapped the buffalo plaid scarf around her neck and pulled her favorite slouchy red beanie over her thick mop of curls. Her cellphone was pressed between her right shoulder and ear as she buttoned up her navy peacoat and half-listened to her mom rattle off the preparations she needed to make for Thanksgiving.

“Mom, I really need to…” Y/N attempted to interject only to be cut off by her mother. She placed the phone on speaker and set it down on the counter while she slipped her feet into a pair of black boots. She had stopped listening to her mother’s droning voice nearly a half-hour beforehand, but her ears perked up when her mother asked the dreaded question.

“Are you bringing Noah this year honey? I know you guys like to alternate holidays with his family, but your Aunt Martha is going to make it this year and she is just tickled to finally get to meet him.”

Y/N pursed her lips and ran a hand over her face, she hadn’t told anyone that Noah broke things off with her two months prior. She hadn’t meant to keep it a secret for so long, but her mom loved Noah and she just knew she would blame her for ruining a good thing. She had been dating Noah for three years and it was perfect until Noah started talking about marriage and Y/N began to realize that she couldn’t picture her entire life with him. Noah felt like a moment in time to her, not an eternity. 

“I’ll have to check, Mom, I don’t know what Noah is doing yet.” Y/N settled on a half-truth to buy herself some time. She placed her elbows on the edge of the counter and rested her head in her hands.

“Honey, I need to know by the end of the week, okay?”

She could hear the irritation in her mother's voice at the non-answer that Y/N had given to her. Her mother was a meticulous planner and she could not stand curve balls making a mess of her perfect holiday plans. Her mother treated every holiday as if the editors of Better Homes & Gardens were going to drop in at any moment and do a two-page spread on her decor and perfect meal. 

“Got it, mom! I have to go!” Y/N quickly ended the phone call and shoved her phone into her pocket. She huffed out a heavy sigh and made her way to her front door, grabbing her keys from the catch-all bowl on the table next to the door. She quickly locked up her apartment and rushed down the two flights of stairs to the small community lobby. She adjusted the scarf around her neck and reached for the door but stopped as a new flyer on the community board caught her eye. She took a step back and ripped the paper from the thumbtack that held it to the cork board and shoved it into her coat pocket before pulling the door open. 

Her hair whipped around her face as she stepped outside and was met with the cool autumn breeze that had settled in over the last month. Y/N looked both ways before stepping off of the sidewalk and hurrying across the street where her best friend, Leigha, was already waiting for her inside the small corner cafe. 

“How is it that I have to drive from the other side of town and can make it on time but you literally live across the street and can’t?” Leigha teased as Y/N unraveled her scarf and took her coat off, draping both over the back of her chair before sitting down. 

“Sorry! Sorry! My mother…” Y/N rolled her eyes as she recalled the phone call.

“Enough said!” Leigha laughed, she had one of those laughs that turned heads. Her laugh was always a little too loud and sometimes she would snort, it always caused Y/N to break into a fit of giggles. Leigha had been Y/N’s roommate all the way through college and they had been inseparable since the very first day they had met. 

“So,” Leigha crossed her arms on top of the table,” did you work up the courage to tell her about Noah?”

Y/N shifted her gaze across the cafe and bit her lip “not exactly…” 

“You are unbelievable, y/n ” Leigha sighed, exasperated.  

Y/N snapped her eyes back to Leigha and held her hands up in defense “I tried! Well...I mean…I tried to try…” 

“You know if you show up stag and your mother already has a place setting for a plus one, you might as well just go ahead and bury yourself, honestly” Leigha tutted. 

“That’s why I have a plan!”  Y/N turned around and rustled through the pockets of her peacoat before placing the crumpled flyer on the table. She smoothed her hands over the paper and pushed it towards the middle of the table. 

Leigha snatched the paper up as the waitress came over and took their orders, Leigha ordered a blueberry scone with a chai tea while Y/N ordered a croissant with a side of strawberry preserves and a coffee.

“I mean…” Leigha read over the paper before sliding it back over to Y/N, “you’ve got nothing to lose.”

Y/N bit her lip and stared down at the flyer, re-reading it for the fourth time before she pulled out her phone and scanned the QR code to bring up the app. 

“I can’t believe I am actually this desperate to try to literally purchase a date a week before Thanksgiving.” She muttered as she began to fill out her profile. 

“Wait! Thanksgiving is next week? As in a week from today? I haven’t even made my Thanksgiving Pinterest board yet!” Leigha panicked and grabbed her face.

Y/N looked up from her phone and shook her head at Leigha’s antics “why do you need a Pinterest board? You literally do the same thing every single year.” 

“Yeah…” Leigha jutted her bottom lip out in a pout, “but I want people to think that I am making all of these intricate and super cute appetizers and stuff. It’s the illusion that I care about!” 

Y/N looked up and thanked the waitress as she set the food and coffee down in front of her before turning her attention back to Leigha who was eagerly biting into her scone. 

“Help me answer these?” She passed her phone over to the girl and picked up the knife, spreading the strawberry preserves onto her croissant. 

“Beach or Mountains?” Leigha readout with her mouth half full. 

“Mountains!” Both girls yelled out at the same time and burst into giggles. They continued down the row of questions, passing the phone back and forth until Y/N finally hit the submit button. Leigha practically yanked the phone from Y/N’s hand as the algorithm began to shoot out potential matches. Her thumb scrolled through the pictures at lighting speed before she stopped and slowly scrolled back up before thrusting the phone in Y/N’s face. 

“This one! Oh my god, this one! And if you don’t select the platinum package so that boy can say he loves you then I will literally never speak to you again!” 

Y/N wiped the jam from her chin and grabbed the phone from Leigha. He was cute, there was no doubt about that but unlike Leigha, she cared about what his profile said about him. She scrolled through his pictures, one of him playing guitar, one hiking, one surrounded by friends around a campfire. Lover of nature, endless adventure, campfire songs, and sharing the love with my friends. I’ll jump if you jump, let’s take this plunge together? 

She felt her lips curl up into a soft smile as she whispered his name to herself, liking the way that it rolled so easily off of her tongue. 

“I told yooouuuu!” Leigha sang out and crossed her arms over her chest, a smug look on her face. 

Y/N placed the phone on the table and tried to control the blush that she could fill rising to her cheeks, “calm down,” she rolled her eyes, “I’m paying for a Thanksgiving date, not falling in love.” She selected the platinum option and typed in her credit card number before clicking the purchase open without a second hesitation. 

“I better be your maid of honor!” Leigha teased as the two girls dropped the appropriate amount of money onto the table and began to layer their coats and scarves back on. Y/N pulled the girl into a hug and placed a kiss on her cheek before heading back across the street towards her apartment.

 She had just placed the keys back into her catch-all bowl by the door when her phone began to ding. She felt her heart begin to race as she saw the approval message on her screen that Charlie had accepted her request to rent him as her Thanksgiving date.

“Oh my god...okay...okay, this is fine...everything is fine.” She muttered to herself as she received another notification that Charlie had messaged her. She set her phone down on the counter and peeled her coat and scarf off before slipping her feet out of her boots. She wiped her sweaty hands on her jeans and grabbed her phone, refusing to look at it until she had settled in on her couch. She crossed her feet under her and pulled a throw pillow to her chest before finally sliding up on the notification and reading the message that he sent. 

Let's get to know each other? Lunch tomorrow?

Y/N hesitated for a moment before her fingertips began to slide across the keyboard on her screen.

Sounds good! How do you feel about chicken & waffles? I know a place!

She read over what she had sent several times, worried that she sounded too eager. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears as she waited for his response, watching as several dots appeared and disappeared several times on her screen before he finally sent his response. 

A girl after my own heart! How is 12:30? Send me the address? 

She felt her cheeks grow warm at his response and mentally reminded herself that he was just being kind and that she was quite literally paying for him. 

500 Rue Kennedy Dieppe, NB. and 12:30 is perfect! I’ll see you then! 

Y/N took a deep breath and closed the app before her thumb hovered over her mother’s contact. She quickly clicked on her number and quietly whispered to herself “please don’t answer, please don’t answer, please don’t answer.” 

“Thank god!” she exclaimed as the phone sent her to voicemail. She rolled her eyes at her mother’s elaborate message before finally being told to leave her message at the sound of the beep. 

“Hi, mom...it’s me...I just wanted to let you know that you will need to make sure to set an extra place setting for thanksgiving. Love you.” She rattled off, keeping the message vague but to the point. 

The following day Y/N stood inside of her closet staring at her assortment of clothes trying to decide what said “I'm cool and  definitely not desperate even though I paid for a date for Thanksgiving because my family is insane.” 

She pulled a mustard yellow cable knit sweater from a hanger and laid it out on her bed before heading back to her closet. Her fingers sorted through the variety of skirts before settling on a silky, pleated navy skirt that was cinched at the waist. She laid the skirt out next to the sweater before moving over to her vanity. 

She sat on the poof chair and stared at her reflection for a brief moment before pulling the small drawer to the left open and lining up her primers, eye palette, eyeliner, mascara, and her signature red lipstick. She grabbed the mason jar that sat on the right tableside of the vanity and grabbed the appropriate brushes, lining those up as well. 

She used her middle finger of her right hand to gently swipe the eyeshadow primer onto her eyelids before dusting the brush across a shimmery gold eyeshadow. She used a maroon eyeshadow on her crease and slowly blended the colors until she achieved a golden and subtle smokey eye.Y/N shook her hands out to steady her nerves before slowly pulling the liquid eyeliner across her eyelids and flicking it softly at the end for a subtle cat-eye before she carefully built volume on her eyelashes with the mascara. Finally, she grabbed the matte red lipstick and carefully swiped it across her lips before blotting them with a tissue. 

Y/N jumped at the sound of her phone vibrating on her nightstand. She moved across the room and grabbed the phone from the charger. 

See you soon! 

She felt the nerves settle back into her stomach and wiped her clammy hands on her pajama pants before quickly undressing. She pulled the yellow cable knit sweater over her head, careful not to let it touch her face. She followed that by pulling on the pleated navy skirt,  the fabric falling just above her knee. She pulled on the fabric of the sweater at her waist so that it slightly hung over the waistband of the skirt before she slipped her feet into a pair of black pointed flats. She took one last look at herself in the mirror and pulled her curls over her shoulders before grabbing her purse and slinging it across her body. 

Y/N entered the bustling restaurant and let her eyes wander across the tables trying to find Charlie. She wrung her hands together and pulled her lips into a thin line when she didn’t see him, her heart dropping at the thought that she had been stood up or even worse, that she had really fallen for a scam. She turned on her left foot and reached for the door, barely pulling it open before she felt a hand on her shoulder. She let go of the door, resulting in a soft thud as it closed. 

“Y/N? You weren’t about to bail on me were you?” The soft voice teased as she turned around. 

 “I thought you had stood me up, actually.” She could feel the blush that dusted across her cheeks at the accusation. Her left hand fell to her right wrist, her fingers loosely wrapping around it as she looked up at Charlie through her eyelashes and offered an apologetic smile. 

Charlie’s green eyes crinkled at the edges and his nose scrunched up as he laughed “take the money and run, I wish I would have thought of that!” 

“Oh..” Y/N looked back at the door and then back towards Charlie, “if you don’t want to do this, it’s fi--” 

Charlie smiled softly at her “I was just teasing, I didn’t want to sit at the table by myself in case you didn’t show and have to do the walk of shame, so I was at the bar.” 

Charlie placed his right hand on the small of her back and guided her to a table in the middle of the bustling restaurant. He pulled her chair out for her before taking a seat on the opposite side of the table. Y/N tucked her hair behind her ears and glanced at the menu, though she already knew what she was going to order. The waiter, a young kid, probably seventeen stopped by their table and quickly took their order. 

Y/N  finally looked up to find Charlie staring at her, his face cradled in his hands with his elbows propped up on the table. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” 

“I’m just trying to figure out why a very beautiful girl would need to rent a date for a Holiday.” 

Y/N felt herself blush at his compliment and shrugged her left shoulder “I got dumped.” 

“Oh, I’m so sorry” 

She smiled and waved him off “It’s no big deal, we wanted different things out of life. He wanted marriage and I,” she hesitated, she hadn’t talked about this with anyone other than Leigha.

“You what?” 

 “I want adventure and I know that sounds silly. Like, of course, you can have adventure and marriage but Noah,” she paused, “that’s my ex.” 

Charlie nodded and gestured for her to continue, “Noah works in the financial district and he wanted marriage and kids and stability….and I barely know what I want to eat for breakfast let alone what I want for eternity.” 

“You’re a free spirit, nothing wrong with that!” Charlie interjected and Y/N felt her first genuine smile of the night spread across her face. 

“You get it.” 

“I do get it.” 

Y/N thanked the waiter as he sat down two beers along with their orders of chicken and waffles, before turning back to Charlie. 

“So, tell me about your family. What should I prepare myself for?” Charlie lifted the pint glass to his lips and took a sip of the amber-colored beer.

‘Well,” Y/N blew air into her cheeks and sighed, “my mother thinks she’s Martha Stewart. So be sure to compliment the decor as soon as you see her. You’ll win her over for sure...and maybe don’t mention the whole free spirit thing or you will definitely end up on her list of terrible suitors that I have brought home.” 

“Noted.” Charlie nodded before adding, “and your dad?” 

“My dad is easy going, just talk about beer and hockey and you'll be fine.” 

Charlie threw his head back in laughter and Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the way his whole face lit up when he laughed. She felt a flutter in her stomach as Charlie leaned forward so that his forearms rested on the table and his fingers lightly brushed across hers before he pulled back. Y/n pulled her hands off of the table and dropped them into her lap, her fingers lightly traced over the silky fabric of her skirt.

“Is everything okay?” 

Y/N inhaled a sharp breath and rolled her bottom lip into her mouth before exhaling, “yeah, but I should probably tell you something,” she looked up at Charlie through her eyelashes. 

“Well, c’mon then..” Charlie teased after several seconds of silence. 

“My folks don’t exactly know that Noah and I are….done...and I know there’s going to be a big event made of it when they find out.”

“Oof…” Charlie sighed and took a swig from his beer and a bite of his food. 

Y/N felt her heart beating in her ears, “I understand if you, I mean if this is too much and you want to back out.” 

Charlie looked at her with a playful smirk, “are you actually going to eat that or?” He pointed at her untouched plate of food with his fork. 

“W-what?” Y/N looked down at her food and back up at Charlie before letting a smile slip onto her face. She didn’t understand how someone she had just met could put her nerves at ease without even trying. 

Charlie let his fork clatter on his plate before leaning forward on his elbows. Y/N watched with furrowed brows as he grabbed the maple syrup and poured it in a circle over her chicken before he leaned back into his seat and met her eyes with a soft smile on his face. 

Y/N picked up her fork and knife and cut into her maple drenched chicken before popping a small bite into her mouth, “are you happy now?” she teased Charlie before putting her fork back down. 

Charlie tried to hold back the smile that threatened to take over his face as he nodded his head. 

“So, what’s our story going to be? It’s gonna have to be a good one if I have to upstage Noah to win over your folks.”

The two spent the next hour concocting a believable, but very romantic story of how they met. They talked about their likes and dislikes, their quirks and habits, and all of the little things that couples are supposed to know about each other, 

Y/N felt butterflies erupt in her stomach as Charlie walked her to her car, his left hand just barely brushing against hers. She mentally scolded herself for feeling jittery over a guy that was simply fulfilling his job, but she also couldn’t help but hope that maybe he was feeling their connection too.

“I’ll pick you up next Wednesday at 4 pm, yeah?” Charlie asked as they arrived at her car. Y/n tucked her hair behind her right ear and nodded. 

She felt her breath hitch as Charlie leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her cheek before walking backward and sending her a wave. 

A week later and Y/N found herself pulling on a green sequined, long sleeve dress, the hem set just above her knees. It was her go-to holiday dress, classic but not too formal. She painted her face with gold eyeshadow, a sharp winged eyeliner, and her classic red lips. Her hair hung over her shoulders in cascading curls. She sat on her bed, fastening a pair of strappy black heels when her phone dinged. She fastened the buckles of her heels and grabbed her phone, a smile instantly sliding onto her face at Charlie letting her know he’d be at her place in five minutes. 

She stood up and checked her appearance one final time before grabbing her gold clutch handbag and shoving her phone into it, just as Charlie knocked on her door. She quickly made her way to the front door and turned the lock before pulling the door open. 

“Wow…” Charlie breathed out as she came into full view. 

Y/N shyly smiled back at the boy, thankful that the blush she had on her cheeks already would mask the red glow that she could feel heating up her face.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” she teased, her eyes trailing from his brown wing toed shoes up to his pristine white button-up and finally to his slightly coiffed hair.

“Shall we?” Charlie extended his arm out to Y/N after she locked her door. She looped her right arm through his left, her hand resting lightly on his forearm as they made their way through the corridor and outside to Charlie’s car. 

He opened the passenger side door for her and waited for her to get situated before closing the door and running around to the other side of the car. Their forty-minute drive was mostly silent as Y/N worked to calm her nerves down. She knew that she was going to have a lot of explaining to do when she showed up with Charlie in place of Noah and she was trying to memorize all of the details that they had agreed on a week prior. 

“Are you okay?” Charlie glanced over at her for a brief moment before returning his eyes to the road, his left hand took hold of the steering wheel as his right hand settled on her bare knee. 

His hand was warm against her cold skin and Y/N wasn’t sure why but she found her left hand moving to settle on top of his hand. Without hesitation, Charlie flipped his hand over and let her palm fall into his before his fingers slid between hers and gently curled. 

“Just nervous…”

Charlie lightly squeezed her hand before letting out a small chuckle “if I didn’t know any better, I would think that you’re the one about to meet my family.”

“Oh, I’m not nervous about them meeting you, they’ll love you,” Y/N clarified,” I’m nervous about the terrible things that I know my mother is going to say to me about ending things with Noah.”

Charlie licked his lips as he pulled into her parents’ driveway. He pulled his right hand free from hers and put the car in park before turning slightly in his seat to face her. 

“You know that nothing she says is going to be true, right? You don’t have to live by someone else's timeline for your life.”

Y/N pushed down the warming feeling in her heart and nodded her head at his words. 

“Yeah, I know...are you ready?” 

Charlie smiled brightly at her and pulled the keys from the ignition before getting out of the car. He double-stepped around the car to the passenger door and pulled it open for her, waiting for her to get out before closing the door. 

He slid his left palm into her right hand and tangled their fingers together before placing a soft kiss on her hairline and whispered “let’s put on a show.” 

Y/N could feel the nervous energy erupting in her stomach as they stood outside of her childhood home. She took a deep breath before twisting the doorknob and pushing the red front door open. They were met with the warm heat of the home and the smell of cinnamon as soon as they stepped inside. Charlie let his eyes wander across the walls of the entryway, scanning the line of pictures before tugging Y/N over to one. 

“This is you, yeah?” The question was rhetorical as it had been obvious that it was her in the picture. She stood on a cliffside, at the top of a mountain with a bright smile on her face, her childhood dog, Rex, beside her and the ocean behind her. 

“Yeah, I was seventeen and went backpacking by myself for the first time. My mom was so mad. This family that was passing by was kind enough to capture the moment for me and my dad insisted that it be hung on the wall of accomplishments…” Y/N rambled off the story before letting her eyes move from the picture and up to Charlie. 

Charlie smiled down at her and laughed, “this is gonna sound insane, but I think that was my family that stopped and took the picture.”

Y/N pulled her brows forward so that her forehead was pinched in the middle “shut up! No it wasn’t!” she finally exclaimed. 

“Rex….the dog’s name was Rex. I remember because I thought you were pretty and I got flustered and I said something dumb about Rex from Toy Story.”

Y/N’s eyes grew wide as Charlie recounted the story and she felt her cheeks growing red at the revelation “well, this is a weird twist in fate--” 

She was cut off by the sound of her dad’s deep voice bellowing her name as he turned the corner. Charlie pulled her into his side and let his right-hand rest on her hip, while her right hand rested on his chest. 

“Well, this certainly isn’t Noah!” Her father exclaimed a large smile on his face and his eyes soft. He had never been the biggest fan of Noah’s to begin with. 

Charlie dropped his hand from her waist and stepped forward with it stretched out towards her dad, “Charlie Gillespie, sir.” He was taken aback when her dad threw his head back in laughter and pulled him in for a full bear hug. 

“Nice to meet you, son” 

Y/N giggled at her dad’s antics, he had always been the type to do things like that. He was a stout man with laugh lines at the corners of his eyes. He had graying hair and a well-kept beard and he radiated kindness. 

“And you, little missy, are going to have a lot of explaining to do to your mother.” Y/N pulled back from her dad's embrace and blew the air out of her cheeks. 

“Yeah, I know…” 

Her dad gently squeezed her arm and gave her a reassuring smile before leaving the two to grab a beer from the kitchen. 

“Why do I have the overwhelming feeling to call your dad pops and ask him over to mine to watch hockey?” Charlie joked. 

Y/N shrugged and tangled her fingers with his, “I told you he was the easy one. Are you ready for the rest?” 

“Lead the way, beautiful.” 

Y/N tugged on Charlie’s hand and he followed behind her as they made their way to the den where her brothers were corralled around and a card table, intense looks on each of their faces as they held their cards close to their bodies. Their wives were set on the opposite side of the room. Y/N could feel the three women’s eyes on her as she entered the room with Charlie and she knew their hushed whispers were aimed at her and the fact that Charlie was very much not Noah. 

Her youngest brother, Josh, was the first of the three boys to look up and notice her. He dropped his cards on the table, face down, and scooted his chair back against the hardwood floors. 

“Junebug!” He yelled as he practically launched himself towards her. Y/N exploded into a fit of giggles as her feet left the floor and he twirled her around in circles. Josh was three years younger than her, sitting at nineteen but she had always been the closest with him. Her giggles quieted down as he sat her back down and turned to Charlie. 

“Well, you’re not Noah.” Josh quipped with a playful smirk on his face. 

Charlie rubbed the back of his neck and laughed “I have a feeling I am going to be getting that a lot today.” 

“You play poker?” Josh eyeballed him. 

“I know my way around a deck of cards, yeah.” Charlie shrugged. 

Josh turned to Y/N and lightly punched her shoulder, “looks like you got yourself an upgrade, Junebug!” 

Y/N rolled her eyes at her brother and wished Charlie luck as he was pulled over to the table and introduced to her two older brothers, Samuel and Michael. She felt her shoulders relax for a moment as the table erupted with laughter from something Charlie had said. He looked up from his cards and shot her a wink before turning his attention back to the game at hand. 

Y/N glanced back at Charlie one last time before making her way over to the prying eyes of Amy and Melissa, the wives of Samuel and Michael. The two women each held a mug of her mother’s homemade cider in their manicured hands. 

“Who’s the cutie?” Amy was the first to speak, her left eyebrow raised as she asked the question. 

Y/N looked over her shoulder for a moment with a smile before turning back around “Charlie…” 

“Oh! Well, you’ve certainly never said Noah’s name like that before!” Melissa looked at Y/N with wide eyes. 

Y/N shook her head at the two gossipy women “like what?’

Amy and Melissa both shot knowing looks to each other before Amy quipped, “sweetie, that boy’s name left your lips like honey falling from a spoon.” 

“It did not!’ 

“You can deny it all you want, but we both heard it!” Melissa declared and brought her mug up to her lips, taking a sip of the warm cider. 

“Looks like I’m out boys!” Y/N heard from the other side of the room. She glanced over her shoulder to find Charlie laying his cards down on the table before he slid out of his chair. She smiled at him as he made his way over to her. He stood behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist and tugged her back into his chest, his head resting on her shoulder. 

“Charlie, these are my sister-in-laws, Amy, and Melissa.” 

“Very nice to meet both of you.” Charlie beamed at the two women. 

Melissa and Amy stood up at the sound of heels clicking against the tile floor of the kitchen. Melissa made her way around Y/N and she gently squeezed Charlies’s bicep, “good luck honey.” 

Charlie pressed a kiss to Y/N’s cheek and tightened his arms around her waist as he felt her body tense in his arms.

“You’ve got this,” Charlie reassured before loosening his grip on her and letting her grab his hand. 

Y/N sucked in a deep breath and gently pulled Charlie behind her as she navigated through the formal dining room and towards the kitchen where her mother was sure to be found. 

She stopped just inside the doorway to the kitchen and turned to face Charlie, “you can still get out of this, ya know?” 

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Charlie placed his hands on her shoulders and gently turned her around, nudging her into the kitchen while he followed. 

Y/N stood silently for a minute as she watched her mother pull the green bean casserole from the oven and wipe her hands across her floral apron. Her mother was a thin woman with auburn hair that was almost always pulled into a chignon. 

“Mom? Can I talk to you?” Y/N hesitantly asked, suddenly feeling less like a twenty-two year old woman and more like a twelve-year old child. 

“What do you want to talk about, dear? Because if it’s about Noah,” her mother grabbed a wooden spoon and stirred the brown gravy that was simmering on the stove, “then I frankly don’t have time to listen to your childish reasons for ending the only good thing you had.” 

“You know?” Y/N choked out

Her mother grabbed the pepper grinder and began to twist the top over another pot of food, “I called Noah after we spoke last week since you couldn’t give me a straight answer when I called you.” 

“Oh…” Y/N placed her hands on Charlie’s chest and gently pushed him backward. Her eyes pleading with him to give her a minute. She didn’t want him to bear witness to the reprimanding she knew was about to come. Charlie hesitantly left her side and waited on the other side of the door. 

Her mother finally turned around to face Y/N. She placed her hands on the edge of the counter, her knuckles white from the tight grip. 

“Honestly, y/n. I don’t know why you can’t get your life together. You graduated college just to throw away your education for this silly photography hobby of yours and now you threw away a perfectly acceptable relationship because you want to travel and have adventures? You’re not a child, anymore, y/n. When is this going to stop? When are you going to grow up?”

Y/N stood silently as the words washed over her. She could feel the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes and let out a shaky breath. 

“I…”

“What? You what, Y/N? What explanation could you possibly have this time?” Her mother cut her off. 

Charlie pushed himself off of the wall he had been leaning on from the other side of the door and quickly made his way back into the kitchen. He felt her mother’s eyes on him as he quickly pressed a kiss to Y/N’s cheek, his hand sliding across the middle of her back before he put on his best smile and made his way over to her mother. 

“You have a lovely home, Mrs. Y/L/N. My mother would be insanely envious of the spread you’ve created, it’s magazine worthy!” 

“Thank you, dear. You are much too kind! I am so sorry, but I don’t believe I caught your name?”

Y/N looked down at the floor and smiled to herself at the charm that Charlie exuded as he introduced himself to her mother and offered to help her bring the endless amounts of food to the formal dining room for her. 

“I’ll go gather everyone.” Y/N shot an appreciative smile to Charlie before she made her way back to the den to gather the rest of the family into the dining room. 

Y/N made her way over to the empty chair next to Charlie, the latter getting out of his own chair to pull her chair out for her before sitting back down. He placed his hand on the inside of her thigh and let his thumb rub circles on the top of her leg. 

Her dad stood at the top of the table and carved the turkey while small talk was exchanged between her brothers and their wives and suddenly the question finally came from her mother. 

“So, how did you two meet?” 

Y/N glanced over at Charlie not sure if he was going to take the lead or not and was surprised when he started spitting out a story that was definitely not the one they had agreed on during their lunch meeting, 

 “I met your daughter several years ago on a hiking trip with my family,” Charlie paused and looked over at her before continuing, “my older brother, Patrick actually took that photo that you have on your wall in the entryway!” 

Y/N’s heart was beating erratically as Charlie squeezed her knee before turning his focus back to her mother “your daughter took my breath away that day and I kicked myself for weeks for not getting her number and just having this missed connection. I guess you could call it a twist of fate, really, that I found her again.” 

Y/N’s mother smiled at the two of them and Y/N felt her body tense for just a moment before relief rushed over her at her mother’s words “that may be the most romantic thing I have ever heard in my life.”

“Can we eat now or?” Josh hesitantly asked as he grabbed the plate of yams and began piling a portion onto his plate. 

Y/N felt at ease for the rest of the evening as their shared meal went off without a hitch. Her family shared embarrassing stories of her with Charlie and she sipped glasses of wine as he endlessly complimented her. Her heart felt full as the night drew to a close and her dad pulled out the last Thanksgiving tradition. The wishbone was passed around the table until it landed in her hands. She turned to Charlie and gestured for him to grab the other end of the bone. They both tugged on the bone with their eyes closed until it snapped. 

Y/N opened her eyes and looked down at the fractured bone in her hand and then over to Charlie who was holding the larger side. 

“Make a wish,” she whispered to him with a soft smile on her face. Charlie shook his head and kissed her forehead. 

“I don’t have to, I’ve got everything I want right here.” 

Y/N dropped her eyes to the table and reminded herself that as much as she felt the connection between her and Charlie, that he was just playing a role.

She looked up as the sound of chairs sliding against the floor filled the room. She followed suit and slowly stood up from her chair. 

“Do you need help, mom?” 

“You go ahead and head out honey, I know you have a long drive.”

Y/N made her rounds of goodbye to her family before looking back at Charlie and grabbing his hand. They silently walked to his car and he opened the car door for her. Y/N hummed along to the songs that played on the radio during the drive back to her place. She tried to ignore the heat that she felt in her stomach as Charlie’s thumb ran across her knuckles every now and then. She watched the cars that passed by them, red tail lights lighting up her face as they drove on the highway. Before she knew it they were parked outside of her apartment. 

“I guess this is it then…” Charlie looked over at Y/N as she unbuckled her seatbelt. 

“I guess so.” Y/N agreed, her right hand rested on the door handle as she looked at Charlie, her eyes searching for any indication that he didn’t want her to leave. She let her hand pull on the door handle when Charlie didn’t respond. 

She swung the car door open and stepped out into the street before making her way to the sidewalk. She turned around at the sound of another car door shutting and was taken aback by Charlie running over to her side 

“I should walk you to your door,” Charlie answered the silent question

Y/N smiled and led the way through the apartment corridor until they stood outside of her door, her keys dangling in her left hand. She looked up at Charlie and smiled, “you didn’t have to see me inside, ya know?” 

Charlie rubbed the back of his neck with his right hand and shrugged, “all part of the job.” 

Y/N felt her smile falter and turned around to place the key into the lock of her apartment door. She quickly turned the key and opened the door before stepping inside. She turned to look at Charlie one last time, “well, thank you for giving me my money’s worth,” she let her eyes fall from his. 

“Goodbye, Charlie.” She closed the door and dropped her keys into the catch-all bowl before kicking her heels off and making her way over to the couch. She let her body slump into the soft cushions and pulled her phone out to call the only person that was going to understand. 

“Tell me everything!” Leigha demanded as soon as her face appeared on the phone. 

‘Well,” Y/N sighed, “I think I accidentally started to fall in love with him.” 

Leigha couldn’t stop the giddy laughter that erupted from her small frame “I knew this was going to happen! I so called this!” 

Y/N rolled her eyes at her best friend and poked her bottom lip out in a pout “it’s not funny Lee...I’m never gonna see him again and now I have all of these feelings to deal with.”

“You don’t know that!” Leigha argued

“I appreciate that you’re a hopeless romantic, Lee, but I was nothing but a paying customer to him...he basically said so himself.” Y/N frowned, thinking back to Charlie’s words as he walked her to her door. 

“Oh...hun, I’m so sorry.” 

Y/N let a sad smile slip onto her face, “I’m gonna go to bed, coffee tomorrow morning?”

Y/N hung her phone up and pulled herself up from the couch. She shuffled through the apartment until she reached her room and slowly peeled the sequined dress from her body. She made her way to the vanity and grabbed a makeup wipe and slowly removed the makeup from her face before she crawled into bed and pulled the covers tight around her body. 

It was 8 am when Y/N was pulled from her slumber by her phone blaring the ringtone that Leigha insisted she set for herself. She rolled over with her eyes still closed and fumbled around for her phone before slowly cracking her eyes to hit the green button.

“What?” Y/N grumpily answered

“Don’t what me!” Leigha chastised, “there’s a cute boy at the cafe and he just ordered your order! Like to the T!” 

Y/N set up in her bed and pressed her fingers into her eyes, rubbing the sleep away in small circles. 

“Ok? And?” 

“AND?! AND!!! His name is Charlie! I swear to god if you don’t get out of bed and make yourself look decent, I will literally kill you!” 

Y/N dropped her phone onto her bed and pulled the covers back. She quickly made her way to her bathroom and brushed her teeth. She stared at herself in the mirror and ran her fingers through her messy bed head, her curls tangling together between her fingers. 

“Shit..okay….okay…” She muttered to herself and opted to twist her hair up into a top knot. She secured it with a hair tie and ran back to her room where she threw on a pair of black leggings and an oversized jumper. Her heart nearly leaped out of her chest when she heard a knock on her door. 

She wiped her hands on her leggings and quickly made her way to her front door. She took a deep breath to settle her nerves before reaching forward to unlock the door. Her hand shook as she turned the doorknob and slowly pulled the door open. Stood on the other side was Charlie with a small brown bag and a hot coffee extended out to her. 

Y/N stepped to the side and opened the door wider, allowing Charlie to come in.

“What are you doing here?” She asked as she took the bag and coffee from his hands. She sat the bag on the counter and pulled the cup to her lips, taking a small sip. She hummed to herself as the warm liquid slid down her throat. 

Charlie stepped forward and hesitantly took the drink from her hands, setting it on the counter behind her. Y/N watched anxiously as Charlie’s eyes moved across her face, flickering between her eyes and lips several times before he lifted his hands and placed one on her right cheek while the other cradled her neck.

“I’m gonna kiss you now,” Charlie whispered into the space between them before catching her lips with his. Charlie pulled away before Y/N had a chance to react, his face glowing red as he held his bottom teeth between his top two teeth. 

“Is this free of charge?” Y/N joked as she placed her hands on Charlie’s chest and leaned forward, bringing her lips back to his. 

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The Destructive Secret

Chapter 4

Summary- You've got a secret to hide and it's going to cause complete and utter devastation. It's only so long until your lies are going to catch up to you.

Pairing- Chris Hems x Reader x Liam Hems

Word count- 2,211

Warnings- Smut, swearing, angst, cheating

18+ Only!!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 29th June 2021

Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @mostly-marvel-musings @longlostinanotherworld

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"No not married but you do know her. You know her really well actually." Chris says while avoiding your gaze purposefully...

You could cut the tension in the room with a knife, silence so acute you could hear a pin drop. Liam waiting for an answer, Chris looking at his feet and you looking visibly anxious. Chris had drank way too much and now he was about to let all of your secrets loose. This isn't the way you want Liam to find out, surely Chris wouldn't be so cruel.

"I suppose you're not gonna tell me who it is?" 

"Not just yet, see how we go." He looked at you, if he so much as even looked slightly smug you would have slapped him right across his face. Instead you could see the hurt in his eyes, tears welling in the corners. You're both faced with an impossible dilemma, Chris wants you all to himself but doesn't want to lose his brother in the process and you want it all over and done with but don't want to hurt Liam. The latter of both is inevitable but you would take all the blame just so Chris didn't have to lose his brother, given the choice you would lose them both just so that didn't happen.

"Well on that note, I need to go to bed. I've gotta be up early in the morning." You avoid Chris' gaze, you're angry with him but you don't want to cause him more pain. 

"Yeah me too. I better get going. Thank you for dinner Y/N, it was lovely."

You risk a short glance at him, you're eyes softening when they meet. The moment broken when Liam speaks, reminding you where you are and who you're with right at this moment in time.

"Are you for real? You're really going to drop a bombshell like that and then leave? Fuck man." Liam runs his hand through his hair, letting air out of his cheeks exasperatedly.

"Sorry bro, I'll save the excitement for another night. I've said too much already." Chris apologises with his eyes as he passes you, his hands twitching by his side's with the need to touch you.

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The next morning when you wake, your heart sinks knowing all the turmoil you're going to have to go through just to make it to the hotel without being spotted. All the messing about and hiding you have to do, checking in under a false name at different times. Making sure nobody follows you to the hotel and especially no one follows Chris. Getting caught checking into the same hotel would be dreadful, it wouldn't take a genius for the press to put two and two together, they wouldn't even care if it was true or not as long as they sold copies.

"Right babe, I'm ready to go." You pull your suitcase towards the door, stopping to wrap your arms around Liam.

"Have a good time, I'll see you soon." Wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and lifting your feet from the ground in a squeezy hug. "I'll miss you." 

"I'll miss you too, bye babe." 

"Bye. Love you. Let me know when you get checked in." He kisses you goodbye before watching you leave.

"Will do, Love you." You say over your shoulder, climbing into your silver, Audi convertible.

This is the part you hate the most, the part that made you question whether it was all worth it. It was, of course or you wouldn't be doing it, you wouldn't put yourself through having to pretend to be somebody else and praying your not caught by anyone. It only takes one person to notice you and Chris in the same hotel and it's over. You imagine having an affair is hard work whatever your circumstances but when your boyfriend and your lover are as famous as they are it becomes impossible. It's terrifying. 

You spent the car journey constantly checking your mirrors and making sure you weren't being followed. A huge sunhat and even bigger sunglasses covering your face as your heart beated faster than you thought was possible. A couple of laps around the hotel, making doubly sure you weren't being followed before you finally pulled into the carpark.

You had to constantly think, you couldn't let your guard drop for even a moment and it was exhausting. You were ready for it to be over and done with now, this just isn't fun anymore. Maybe you could run away together and start a new life somewhere else. Which one would you pick though? Who are you ready to give up? Would there even be an option to choose? Would Liam even be willing to forgive you if he knew you were sleeping with his brother? In love with his brother.

Your heart beating out of your chest, your fight or flight well and truly kicking in now as you walk up to the front desk. If there's any recognition in the receptionists eyes you're ready to turn right around and leave. The girl behind the desk, with long blonde hair has her eyes on the computer In front of her, thankfully not paying you much attention as you stand and wait for her to finish.

"Hi I'd like to book a room for two nights please." You stutter nervously, subconsciously checking over your shoulder while you spoke.

"Of course, is it just for yourself?" 

"Yes please, I'm just here for a work conference. I'd like a double bed if possible though, I haven't been able to sleep in a single since I was young." You giggle nervously, embarrassed that you'd told her information she isn't even slightly interested in.

"No problem, I'll see what I have for you." Her eyes barely left her computer as she spoke, she definitely didn't recognise you. The tension in your muscles relaxed a little as your eyes scanned the lobby.

"What name is it please?" She asked, one of the moments you'd been dreading. You hate lying but luckily you'd already come up with the fake name you were using, one you'd already used many times before in the exact same situation. It never gets any easier.

"Jessica Crawley." The names tumbled from your lips, names that had absolutely no meaning to you. 

"Room 101, floor 5. Is there anything else I can help you with?" 

"No thank you, that's great." The overwhelming feeling of relief at completing step one without any problems, rushes over you. Adrenaline spiking, making your legs feel like jelly.

"You're welcome, enjoy your stay. Don't hesitate to let me know if you have any questions." The girl says, smiling sweetly at you before going back to her work.

The elevator seemed to take forever to make its way down to you, your feet shuffling as you watched the numbers above the door, counting down. The overwhelming need to get to privacy and away from the many prying eyes of the people in the lobby was severe. Most were business men and women, that were so consumed in themselves they weren't paying special attention to anyone around them. There were also young couples, making their way through the lobby, probably on their way for lunch but the people that worried you the most were the random loners sat in the armchairs scattered around the lobby. They'd chosen the perfect place to watch, some pretending to read newspapers while their eyes discreetly scanned over the top.

They were much more inquisitive, much like yourself they paid more attention to the people around them. People watchers you liked to call them, these are the sorts of people that make you nervous. They see everything, noticing any minor details, you'd spent a lifetime perfecting 'people watching' which is how you knew to be wary. You could pretty much judge a person's personality just by watching them for a couple of minutes. If anyone was to spot you it would be one of these people. You felt thankful you weren't Chris, there is absolutely no way he was going to make it to the elevator without being seen at least once.

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Chris didn't feel quite as nervous as you, this was a every day occurance in his life, avoiding paparazzi was near impossible for him. As long as you weren't seen going in to the hotel then it wouldn't matter about him being seen. Still, he'd worn his baseball cap and sunglasses to at least try and hide his identity. He wasn't nervous about being seen but more about having to face you after his fuck up last night. Now that thought was way more intimidating to him.

Casually strolling into the hotel, he tried to ignore the whispers of the people around him. People questioning if it was really him, young girls barely out of high school giggling at the sight of him. Chris quietly prayed that he would make it up to the room without anyone asking for a photo, not that he usually minded but today all he wanted was to spend every possible minute with you as he could.

The receptionist tried to make a fuss when his identity was confirmed during check in. The pale skin of the same blonde girl who'd checked you in, had turned a rather bright shade of red when she heard Chris' sexy Australian accent. You wouldn't blame her, it still makes you swoon whenever you heard him speak.

"I'm fine honestly, I don't want any special treatment. Actually if I could get away with going completely unnoticed during my stay, I will speak to your boss myself and tell them how accomodating you'd been." 

"Oh wow, really? Thank you so much Mr Hemsworth. I will make sure nobody bothers you and if you need anything at all just give me a call, I'll make sure you won't have to leave your room for anything." Chris smiled, pretending not to notice how she seemed to be flirting with him, badly. Tossing her hair over shoulder as she insinuated not so subtly for him to let her know if he wanted any 'special' treatment. Again, you don't blame the girl, infact you would've commended her confidence.

She handed over the keys to the penthouse, watching bright eyed as he walked to the elevator, pulling out his phone as he stepped straight in. 

"Hi babe, I've booked the penthouse suite, meet me up there?" Smiling a tight lipped smile at the girl behind the desk, who was still watching him intently as the elevator doors closed.

"Ok, it isn't very inconspicuous staying in the penthouse is it?" You shouldn't be surprised, he does it everytime. You remember the first time you ever saw a penthouse and how amazed you were that it was actually bigger than your own home at the time. That was a memory you shared with Liam, all of your first times had been with Liam, the thought made your heart sink.

"I mean they knew who I was as soon as I walked in, I think it would look more suspicious if I didn't stay in a suite." Chris answered, pulling you from your thoughts.

"I suppose that's true, I'll be up soon." You could hear the sadness in your voice, something you had to snap out of before meeting Chris.

"Good because I can't wait to get my hands on you." 

Sinking back onto the spongey mattress of your bed, tiredness washing over you already. The mental exhaustion of constantly having to play games and be on your guard at all times, catching up to you as you're finally alone.

Maybe that's what you need afterall, a chance to be alone to gather your thoughts, to workout your own needs and wants without spreading your attention between the two brothers.

You make a mental list of the pros and cons of both of them knowing deep down if Liam were the one for you, you'd have never have looked twice at Chris. They were so similar in a lot of ways but completely different in others.

Liam was the sweetest man you knew, so gentle and caring, attentive to your every whim and being so young when you first got together he was everything you were looking for.

Now being a woman that has gone through so much trauma in her life that had tainted your soul, darkened it with a lust for more.

Then Chris came along, he was still sweet and caring but less attentive to your needs unless it was in the bedroom. He was cheeky and funny, drop dead gorgeous and oozing manliness effortlessly. He was fire and passion. He was more. 

If you let yourself admit it, you wanted excitement, which is how you ended up here in the first place. You didn't want perfect anymore, you wanted a man who could do wrong and then make up for it in the most fulfilling way he knew how. Just thinking about it made your pulse race, Chris had put you through hell last night and now it was time for payback. You imagined Chris only a couple of floors above you, worried about the way you were going to act when you saw him and lord knows how much you're going to make him sweat.                    

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Hello! Could i please request headcanons for Oikawa, Sakusa & Kuroo’s (separately) gf exclaiming “fuck me!” when she cuts herself (or similar) and them just going “well that can be arranged”? Love your writing!!

I feel like I’m on cloud nine whenever someone says they like my writing, especially these past few days T^T

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 + 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚, 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐮

There’s no need for something to happen to make Oikawa say something suggestive because he's always ready for such a comment and has one on his daily agenda

However, one night when it happened to be your turn to make dinner and Oikawa was just leisurely watching TV, he heard you say a very loud ' fuck me!'

Hurrying towards to kitchen, he found you continuously cursing at the knife that you've dropped on the counter once it sliced through the skin of your finger, effectively leaving a small cut.

Upon having a closer look, Oikawa could see that the cut was barely there and hardly grazed your finger because you happened to react in time. That didn't stop you from spilling out profanities from your mouth, Oikawa amusedly looking at you.

'You know, if you really want someone to fuck you, that can be arranged right now ;)'

𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 𝐓𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐮

Now, why wouldn’t Kuroo take every possible opportunity to tease you? It was like everything you're doing is a ticking time-bomb waiting for some Kuroo teases.

You two were both in the bathroom, getting ready for a date night. Why were you two in the bathroom at the same time? 'I need to do my hair to babe, this perfection does not come from nothing,' Kuroo said to you upon entering the bathroom.

Diligently curling your hair with the hot iron, Kuroo was whistling some tunes from a song he happened to hear on the radio that morning. It proved hard to try and ignore the handsome features of your boyfriend and in one second of weakness, when you glanced at his focused face, the hot iron touched your neck and burned you

'Oh fuck me!' Kuroo looked at you as you tried to soothe the burn. This happened to you before, so it wasn't that alarming for Kuroo, but he found the perfect opportunity to further mess with you:

'I think date night should wait cause you seem to want some good ol' fucking and not sushi.'

𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢

Sakusa is never the one to have suggestive comments or just decides never to say them, but either way, you thought you would never catch him saying things like that

While you were cleaning your shared bedroom, Sakusa had some college work to finish and was doing it in the bedroom. That was very hard to work with, but you managed to clean most of the bedroom without interrupting him

Finishing up the bed frame and bedside tables, you were exhausted and couldn't wait to shower and slump down onto the newly made bed. It took ages to convince Sakusa that a huge bed with such a big mattress like yours would be relaxing for him to sleep on after grueling training.

'Oi Sakusa, when are yo- YOU'VE GOT TO BE FUCKING WITH ME!' Shocked by your sudden outburst, Sakusa turned around and saw you defeatedly leaning over the big bed frame. By the way your arm was trying to reach out behind it, he could guess that you dropped your rag behind the bed and there was no way you were reaching out. Before he wanted to comment about your decision of buying such a huge ass bed, these words slipped out of his mouth primarily:

'I'll gladly be the one fucking you. Just wait until I finish my homework.'

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Real Life Tasks With Ransom Drysdale

An Advent Calendar Of 24 Normal Human Task As Performed By A Huge Man Baby.

Day 8: It Is The Most Important Meal Of The Day 

Warnings: Bad Language Words 

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale X Reader

A/N: HELLO! Welcome back for another day of Ransom Drysdale mishaps! Is he hopeless? Well between myself, @what-is-your-plan-today​ and @jennmurawski13​ he seems to be, but I think some day he will get the hang of it. Maybe. Happy Reading! 

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“Why don't we just go out to the Beehive for breakfast?” Ransom questioned with a hand on his hips while you searched the refrigerator to pull out eggs, veggies and ham. You close the door with your hip and walk around your husband with a tired sigh, setting it all out on the counter. 

“Because I can just cook for us Ransom. We’ve been out every day this week, and to the Beehive Diner twice for breakfast, I just want to stay home.” You open the cupboards and search for a bowl to whisk your eggs in, and glance at Ransom who seems stuck between agreeing and making an argument that it would be easier to just go. “Besides, I'm making it, you don't have to cook Ransom. If you want to go so bad, go. But I’m staying home.” 

His mouth snapped shut and a dark eyebrow arched at you while listening. You sounded tired and even though he thought it was easier to let someone else cook and bring the food to you, you seemed set on just staying home. In your oversized tee shirt that was starting to stretch a bit more over your belly and leggings. “Well I can cook if you want me to.” Ransom finally spoke up, in which You pause, and turn to face him, your hand resting on your belly. “I mean, you do it most of the time, and you are not feeling like going out. Let me.” He stepped forward, catching you by surprise, and wrapped his arms around your waist. “It's about time I learn right? When we have this kid running around, we will be staying home more.” 

His logic was sound, and you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and looked up at him, really touched at the effort he was making with all of this. Your fingers tangled at the trimmed hair along the back of his head, and nodded. “Are you sure you know what to do with all this Ransom?”

He rolled his eyes at you with an exaggerated huff escaping, even though you looked doubtful. “Y/N how many times do I have to tell you I’m not a complete invalid. I had a nanny who I watched cook omelets all the time. Whisk some eggs, add that extra crap, fold it over. Done.” 

They were eggs, if he can't cook eggs then Ransom really would be hopeless you thought to yourself. “Okay, I am going to go take a shower then since you are offering.” You tilted to your tip toes and pressed a kiss to his lips. “If you need anything, get me. I swear Ransom, let's not do another roast pork in the crockpot incident.” 

“Are you ever going to let that go Princess?” he huffed against your lips, and you fell back to the flat of your feet. 

“Maybe next year, you did almost poison your parents after all Ransom.” Your hand slid against his chest as you pulled away with a grin. 

Ransom smirked hearing you, wiggling eyebrows as you headed for the stairs. “Maybe that was actually what I was trying to do Princess.” You shook your head at him and went up slowly. Once you left, Ransom almost considered just calling for a delivery from the diner down the road. They made those omelets you so loved, which is what you seemed to be making by looking at the mix of ingredients on the counter. But you really seemed set against eating out, and that would include takeout. 

“Fuck its just eggs, damn it. Your better then letting a couple fucking eggs beat you.” He approached the bowl and started to crack eggs into the bowl. Unsure of how many to do, because he had never actually cooked an omelet before, he just did the whole carton. Grabbing a small knife he had seen you use before, he started to dice the veggies, shred some of the ham and set it all aside. “Well it isn’t no Gordon Ramsey, but not’ bad.” He said out loud to himself while inspecting his handy work of wildly sized vegetables. 

Now was time for the real challenge. The actual cooking of these eggs. 

It took him a few minutes to get a pan that looked like it was made to cook on the stove, which he cranked on the heat and set the skillet down. While it was heating, he waited thinking that the skillet had to be sizzling before putting the eggs in. Once he saw a small curl of smoke roll out of the pan, he took the massive bowl of eggs he had diligently cracked, and tipped them into the pan. 

The sizzle was immediate, egg whites started popping out of the pan from where he didn’t whisk them together enough, the smoke billowed up to fill the room and soon the eggs were boiling over the too small skillet to dry on the electric stove top, and catch on fire. 

This all happened in moments. Faster than Ransom was expecting, he watched with a colorful string of curses escaping him as the orange flames crackled amid the black smoke. 

“Oh you motherfucker!” He turned off the stove and searched for anything to grab the pan with. “Fuck, fuck fuck fuck, son of a bitch.” Ransom is ripping open drawers, and pawing through the cupboard at the bottom of the sink till he finds a hand towel, which he wraps around his hand. Grabbing the handle of the skillet, he shoots for the sink and dumps it all in, turning on the water. Somewhere a fire alarm is blaring and he can hear your footsteps thumping above him to go down the stairs, which he darts out of the kitchen, coughing while using the hand towel to shoo away the burnt smoke clinging to him. “Stop right there Y/N!” 

You pause mid step, clutching a towel around yourself, soap still streaked along your shoulders and neck. “Ransom are you okay? Do I need to call the fire department?” 

Coughing he waved his hand to have you go back upstairs. “No, it's fine, I got it. You go back to your shower.” 

“I think I should really help you…” You started down the stairs, but Ransom went up a few steps to block you and turn you around. 

“No, go back upstairs. Your dripping soap all over the rug.” 

You try to peek over the railing into the kitchen, but he turns you around and has you start back up the stairs. “Ransom the kitchen is filled with smoke.” You try to stall but he gives you another nudge. 

“It's nothing, I got this. Go finish.” 

After you finally relented, sputtering all the way back up “I shouldn’t have let him in my kitchen, fuck I hope we can get someone in here to fix it. Maybe Linda knows someone” 

Ransom scoffed with a “I heard that, we wouldn't use my mother… BUT THE KITCHEN IS FINE” He raised his voice while you slammed the bathroom door shut. Ransom waited a few seconds to be sure you wouldn’t try coming back down just yet. Then went back down into the kitchen, prying open some windows and went to look at the mess in the sink. 

“Fucking hell, I should have just ordered in. Why the fuck didn’t I just order it in?” He heard the shower start back up, and went to the pantry instead, avoiding the stove now. Pushing stuff around while in the pantry, muttering to himself, determined not to make that phone call. 

You came back down about fifteen minutes later, cautious as you stepped into the kitchen. The smell of burnt eggs clung to the air, and you started to breath subtly through your mouth, so your stomach did not turn. Ransom sat at the table and you moved over to him, slipping into his lap to see what he had set the table with. Spread out was some of your cups of yogurt, a cut up banana and bundle of grapes, along with your granola cereal. 

Ransom's arm circled around your waist, and you reached for a grape, turning enough to offer it to him. “It looks really good Handsome.” You pressed the grape to his lips, and he let it slide in, chewing slowly. 

“I can still order in. Twenty minutes for a hot breakfast.” He started and you shook your head, leaning forward to grab one of the yogurt cups to peel off the top as well as the granola to sprinkle in. 

“Ransom, this is exactly what your spawn wants right now. Fresh fruit and yogurt. The thought of eggs is a no right now. Might be for a while…” 

Ransoms head tilted back while he groaned, knowing it was because he had burned the fucking eggs. Seeing him, you laughed while mixing it up and offered him a bite. 

“I am not hungry anymore.” He glared at the spoon of yogurt and you shrugged, taking it for yourself. “I think that stove is broken.” 

“I think you just need some actual lessons. Which we're going to do tonight.” 

That earned you another groan from Ransom while he pressed his lips to your shoulder. “Fuck it, you should have just let me order in.” he groaned against your skin while you took another bite of yogurt and granola.

[littleoddwriter]

Lucky | Roman Sionis x Male!Reader x Victor Zsasz | Smut

"here I am requesting anything Roman x zsasz x reader. Maybe reader who’s a little more into the crime? maybe, sharing Zsasz’s duty between him and reader. both of them being the bodyguards and the muscle and the violent puppies trailing after Roman. whatever you want to do with it is up to you but I cannot stop thinking about it. okay thank u love u" @passable-talent

A/N: Amazing request, thank you so much,,, I hope you like it! Love you too!!!

summary; Victor and you “free” someone for Roman and some smutty good times follow that. 

notes; TW/CW // Non-explicit murder; Peeling sb’s face off; Guns; Knives. KINKS: Coming in Pants + Untouched basically; Making out; Grinding; Praise Kink (minor). Male!Reader; Smut; Polyamourous relationship.

Surrounded by Roman's lower ranks, who were all pointing their guns at the little fuck tied to the chair, Victor and you stood right next to that said fuck. Roman, like always, sat in his arm chair a few feet away, so the blood wouldn't reach him under any circumstances, a bowl of popcorn in his hand. Victor held the curved, custom made knife in his hand and leaned over the victim. Well, offender, really. No one upset Roman and got away with it, especially not alive. You stood on the other side of that fuck, a sleek, also custom made, pistol in your hand, holding it against the temple of that man.

He was already crying and pleading, though it was all muffled, thanks to the duct tape on his mouth. A pathetic guy, really. He should have thought better of practically spitting in Roman's face, upon his proposition. He could have just refused, which of course, would have led to the same outcome, but then you and Victor wouldn't be inclined to torture him thoroughly, like you were about to do.

The power you held was intoxicating. So far, you wouldn't do much, though. Your job was to have the gun pointed against his temple, while Victor sliced that pig open here and there, perhaps some other things too, he liked to get creative when given the freedom. After that was done, you would likely work on peeling that fuck's face off, which sometimes you did together. The current situation certainly called for it. You couldn't wait!

In the background, Roman was talking, while Victor sliced that fucks torso open methodically. He was reprimanding the man for his audacity to have been so rude, mocking him for making such stupid mistakes, when he should have known what was to come. He was telling him how he was just going to be another example, like so many before him.

You were already so turned on. Seeing Victor go on so beautifully about where he made each cut and how deep it should be, while also hearing Roman talk, like he was so above it all - which, of course, he was - was so utterly perfect to you. It was so marvelous and exciting, you couldn't wait for the face to be off, so you could celebrate and blow off all that steam properly.

When Roman had hired you many moons ago, you would have never thought to be so close to either him and Zsasz. You hadn't expected to be much more than the guys surrounding you, just present when necessary and only for show, more than anything. Yet, there you were now, next to Victor, slicing into the one side of the fuck's face, while Zsasz was busy on the opposite one.

The relationship between the three of you was so very special, something other people couldn't ever come close to, if they so much as tried.

When you had started to get close to Roman, Victor hated you with every fiber of his being at first, you knew that. He was jealous, and rightfully so. Soon after, he came to mind your presence less, until he started to like you too, just like you had started to adore him way before. Roman, of course, couldn't have been happier for his two boys to get along well. Not too long after, the three or you found yourselves in Roman and Victor's huge bed, fucking and worshipping each other. It was beautiful. It was the beginning to what you had now.

You bounced right off each other, knowing what each of you needed and wanted, before you might even know it yourself. Roman needed the two of you like air. You and Victor needed him just the same. You gave him everything. You made sure no one lived after missteps like those of the fuck, who was now faceless.

Breathing heavily, you and Victor stepped away and turned around to Roman, grinning. Zsasz held the face in his hand, showing it off.

"Ew, I don't want it," Roman rasped, pulling a grimace and flicking his hand.

Victor let it fall to the floor, carelessly, into the pool of blood, and shrugged.

With a twirl of his finger, Roman made everyone around you move to clean up the mess, while the three of you went upstairs.

As soon as you had cleaned off the blood on your hands and face, you lay down on the bed, already on each other. Tightly, you gripped onto Victor's thigh and Roman's bicep, while you ground down on your boss' thigh, which was lodged between your legs. He and Zsasz were making out sloppily, driven by the arousal of what you've just done.

The other two men broke their kiss and turned their heads to look at you, panting, spit slick lips stretched into grins.

"Oh, you two have done wonderful today! That pig squealed so beautifully, just like I wanted. I'm so lucky to have such wonderful boys, hm?" Roman exclaimed, clasping his hands together excitedly, as he grinned at you and Victor.

Blushing a little, you smiled and just nodded. You couldn't possibly speak, you were so overwhelmed by the pressure between your legs and the words he uttered. His praise meant everything to you. And you knew it was the same for Victor, who moaned breathily at what Roman has said.

Then both of them were suddenly on you. Roman captured your lips in a searing, open-mouthed kiss, and Victor kissed along your neck and down to your collarbone, which was exposed by your shirt's collar. You moaned into Roman's mouth, bucking your hips needily.

When Roman let up on your mouth, he and Victor didn't even need to say a word, because Zsasz was immediately back up and started to claim your lips in another make out session. Your head was spinning with arousal, your body was hot, you were so close to coming.

"Please," you mumbled more or less incoherently into Victor's mouth, who only grinned and continued to kiss you, while moving your hips back and forth on Roman's thigh.

Roman chuckled against your chest, where he had opened your shirt moments ago and latched onto your nipples, sucking, nibbling and biting all across your chest. You moaned loudly, when you couldn't hold back anymore and came in your pants, painting them with your release. Twitching and overly sensitive, you kept moaning weakly through your aftershocks, before you collapsed onto the other two men.

"Good boy," Roman rasped into your ear and stroked your hair gently.

"Yeah, you did so good today," Victor added breathily and you could swear that was one of the very rare moments, in which he praised you, too.

After that it was all a bit of a blur to you, while Roman and Victor ravished each other. They included you too, of course, but they let you do everything in your own pace, which was nice. It was a beautiful way to celebrate the successful day you've all had.