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peachhcs · 1 month ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/peachhcs/768160196490117120/need-to-know-if-sammy-ever-finds-out-about-what

lowkey want sammy to go off and kevin and break up with him and make sure he deletes the video

part 4! keep in mind that in the other wonder years fics + the fics before will and samy get together that samy genuinely doesn’t know how she feel and doesn’t really figure it out until her and will go to her senior prom together — just to clear up if there’s any confusion about that!

i also totally made this way too long at 2.3k words OOPS but enjoy!! lowkey also gave kevin a small redemption arc bc it just kind of came out as i was writing lmao

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the things will told samy replayed in her mind on a loop like a broken record. she tossed and turned all night thinking about how kevin literally punched one of her best friends all because will tried standing up for her when kevin's friends started saying shitty things. she had an idea of what was being said because she's heard it a few times before in passing and rumors circulating around the school. usually, those things would just roll off her back, mainly because her brothers taught her to not let that type of thing mess with you too much.

and that's what samy did. she always thought tyler was a gross person anyway because of how he was always trying to hook up with a new girl each weekend. the thing that was bugging samy the most was kevin and will getting into a fight over her. their relationship had been a bit tense the past month. kevin kept saying things and samy kept trying to ignore him and denying all of it, but now she wasn't so sure anymore after finding out him and will fought about the one thing that's been making her and kevin's relationship so strained.

"bye guys!" samy exclaimed as she walked the guys out. all of them plus marcie and kevin just finished their semi-bi-weekly friday moving night. it was kevin's first time being invited after him and samy had been talking for awhile. she was excited for him to start bonding with the people she was so close with.

once everyone was out of sight, samy trailed back into the living room where kevin was. the boy smiled a bit, opening his arm up as samy sat back down next to him. the warmth of the blankets returned after standing in the doorway for so long.

"so, what did you think?" she asked nervous but excitedly.

"they were cool," kevin nodded.

"i think they liked you, too. hopefully we can all hang out again soon, or you can come with me to some of their games," the youngest hughes grinned as she squeezed kevin's arm a bit tighter.

"yeah, for sure. you know, i had no idea you and will grew up together," the boy hummed, his tone a bit too light to pick up on any envy yet.

"oh, yeah. we go way back. i've known will since we were babies. he's one of my best friends now," samy grinned and she missed the way kevin's jaw clenched listening to her say that.

"yeah, you two are really close," this time the envy did slip out through his tone. samy caught wind of it and snapped her gaze in his direction.

"what? are you jealous or something?" she laughed a bit, tugging on his arm and still trying to find amusement in it.

"should i be?" his green eyes pierced into her skin and samy slowly understood he was being serious. she dropped his arm.

"no? we've been best friends our whole lives. i've never even seen him that way," the soccer player couldn't even begin to think of will as something other than a friend and she was confused on where this idea was coming from.

"you better tell him and everyone else that," kevin muttered.

"oh, come on, kev. our friends have been teasing us about this since they met us. it's just a joke. we've never even done anything. he's like a brother to me," samy continued laughing in hopes to ease up some of the tension building. although, she did fail to mention how her and will kissed in her bathroom back in april and how something in her hadn't been the same since.

"i'm just saying, hughes. guys can tell and guys can feel when there's other feelings going on," with that, kevin looked at his phone and stood up. "i gotta get going anyway. mom wants me back home."

samy didn't have anything else to say. the thoughts in her mind were confusing her along with her and will's kiss from april and then again at the beginning of the school year. those were all just for fun though, right? she made it clear she was joking and will did too. it wasn't even serious.

"see you later," kevin mumbled before leaving out of the same door everyone else left from ten minutes ago.

since then, samy and kevin kept getting in little tiffs about what was going on between her and will. something would happen that would set the brunette off and he'd bring it up after the fact. samy would just deny it all and tell him he was overthinking it—because it was true. right? there was nothing going on between her and will.

there never would be.

but then there was homecoming. the night samy and kevin went public with their new relationship and the night samy started wondering if things really were changing.

she kept noticing the way will took every chance he got to look at her. his eyes were quite literally glued to her and it sent a funny, but good feeling through samy's chest. she kind of liked the way he was looking at her. and then when the guys jumped in for a few photos, she felt the tight grip will had on her waist and how close he was to her and she also saw the way kevin looked like he wanted to snap will's head off from where he stood off to the side.

and that's when samy started wondering if there was something more there and maybe kevin was right.

but he couldn't be. she didn't like will. he didn't like her. they were friends. nothing more, nothing less.

ryan mentioned something to her that night after she got back. they didn't really talk about it, but he hinted something and she understood what he was trying to say. still though, samy chose to firmly believe that there was nothing going on between her and will.

the youngest hughes was at kevin's house the next day. she knocked a good three times on his front door and then crossed her arms waiting for him to come out. there were heavy footsteps before the door swung open. kevin paused in the entryway, surprised to see samy on his porch.

"oh, hey. i didn't know you were coming over," he smiled a bit, but his smile disappeared when she didn't reciprocate it.

"we need to talk."

kevin glanced around like there were other people around, but when he only saw samy, he slowly shut his door and stepped onto the porch with her.

"okay," the two sat down on the bench his mom had outside. samy knew kevin probably had an idea about what she was gonna say, so she decided to just rip the bandaid off and stop beating around the bush.

"i know you punched will the other night at the game," she began.

the boy's eyes narrowed and then he jumped up like he was gonna take another swing, "did he tell you that? i'm gonna fucking—"

samy grabbed his arm to bring him back to reality, "i was gonna find out sooner or later, kevin. you really thought hiding that from me was gonna work?" she sneered.

"who the fuck told you?" he snapped back.

"why does it even matter who told me? why the fuck did you punch him? if you didn't want him standing up for me, you should've done it first," the girl snapped right back at him. kevin's face twisted.

"well in case you wanted to know, he did confirm he liked you because he'd fuck you too if he had the chance," the brunette grumbled and hearing that made samy's insides twist but not in a bad way.

"so what? that gave you the excuse to punch him?"

"it confirmed what i've known all along and what you've kept denying since we got together," the boy pulled his arm away.

"you could've seriously hurt him, kevin. i don't care how you feel, you don't fucking punch someone because they aren't making you happy. would you punch me?" the soccer player stood up so they were face to face.

"he punched me back just so you know. he actually tackled me to the ground if that makes any difference."

"why are you so obsessed with this? why not just break up with me if you think i like him?" they were going in circles at this point.

"because i wanna keep thinking that i'm wrong and there's nothing between you two. i wanna believe you like me. you keep fucking denying it so i'm choosing to believe you, but every time i'm around you guys i'm told otherwise. why can't you just fucking admit it to yourself, samy? why can't you admit to me that you like him?" now kevin was just pleading for some honesty and as much as samy was supposed to hate him right now, his words stung.

"because i don't like him! i've never liked him!" she yelled at him.

"there it is again. you're lying. i know you're lying. i can see it in your eyes. your tell is that you get defensive when you're lying," kevin pointed his finger right in her face which she pushed away.

"well maybe it's because he's my best friend and has been my best friend since we were kids and i'm just so terrified to lose that! and maybe i just kept making myself belief he didn't like me because then it would save all of us so much hurt in the long run because dating your best friend always goes bad. have you ever liked someone that's so close to you that it just scares you more than anything because you don't wanna do anything that will put you into a position to lose them? i like you, kevin. that was never fake. i think it just..i just tried pushing away other feelings too in the process and it didn't end well," everything all just spilled out and samy dropped back down to the bench while hiding her face in her hands.

a beat of silence passed between the two before kevin sunk back onto the bench next to her. he hesitated for a second, wondering if it would be the right movie, but ultimately placing his hand on her back.

"shit, i'm sorry. i-i didn't mean to.."

"no, i'm sorry. i shouldn't have snapped. i shouldn't have punched will. i shouldn't have done a lot of things," kevin shook his head. "if the feelings were really real, then hurting one another wouldn't be a question. i know it's scary, but i don't think you guys would put one another into a position to lose the other."

"i don't even really know how i feel, but all i know is that i don't wanna lose will just because of some stupid feelings. i also don't wanna lose you either, but i just don't think we work in a relationship. i think i just need to be by myself before i even think about a serious relationship," she met the boy's gaze. it was sad, but he slowly nodded.

"i get it, really. friend then?" the boy wondered and samy nodded. she hugged his side.

"just a few things. don't punch my friends ever again, okay? and can you please delete that video?"

"yes and yes. i promise i won't. i'm sorry i did," kevin sighed as he pulled his phone out so samy could watch him delete the video.

"i'm not the one who needs to hear that apology," she watched as he found it in his camera roll and pressed delete and then went to recently deleted to permanently delete.

"yeah, i know. i doubt will would wanna hear me out though," kevin and samy exchanged a glance.

"if i talk to him, do you promise to apologize to him?" the girl asked and kevin nodded.

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kevin caught will a few days later at a community soccer game samy was playing in with her club team. the blonde caught kevin coming towards them, his face twisting a bit but the brunette raised his arms as a surrender.

"i'm not here to punch you again if that's what you're wondering," the brunette mumbled.

"if you're here to start anything you better turn back around right now," ryan cut in because he did not want to deal with another fight.

"i'm not, i swear. i was hoping will and i could talk?" kevin looked over at the blonde who stared at him for a good five seconds before slowly nodding.

"yeah, sure," will said and the two walked a bit out of earshot.

"first, i wanna say i'm sorry for punching you. it was uncalled for and i shouldn't have done that, so i'm sorry. second, the video is completely gone, so you don't have to worry about that anymore," kevin explained and apologized.

"i guess i shouldn't have punched back either," will nodded.

"can we just call it even? samy and i aren't together anymore so you don't have to worry about that anymore," the brunette stared at their shoes.

"i'm sorry you guys broke up," the hockey player rocked on his heels and kevin just shrugged.

"it's whatever. we're still friends and it's not weird or anything. we're good though?" kevin held his hand out as a truce. will stared at it before shaking it and the boys patted one another's backs.

"sorry again, will. thanks for talking," the blonde nodded and the two finally parted ways. will went back over to ryan and gabe who were curiously listening in.

"what was that about? gabe wondered.

"just..apologizing for real. i guess him and samy really did breakup," will explained and he watched his friends' gazes widen in surprise.

"oh shit. i didn't think she was actually serious," ryan mumbled.

"yeah, i guess. at least we don't have to deal with him anymore," the blonde shrugged a bit.

they were right though. kevin wasn't an issue for the rest of the year which meant samy and will were left to figure out what really was going on between them and how long samy could keep denying the feelings she had anytime her best friend was around.

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your-nanas-house · 8 months ago

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Hi Nana!! I hope you're okay ✨

I hope you don't mind but I have another kitten request ! Hear me out: Kittens your roommate and you accidentally walk in on her naked but she's not shy so she's like "you can touch me if you want?" Giving you the puppy dog eyes and she's also like "since you've seen mine, show me yours!" And while having actually fucking she admits that's she's wanted you for awhile! So smutty and fluffy! Please please please! I'm begging🥺🥺🥺🥺

Hey dear!! Sorry that it took me so longgg. I love this idea 😭 and no prob, you can always send a request! Even more than one, I don't mind at all. 🥰

Oops... I did it again.

◇ Pairing: Kitten Braden X fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, handjob, Kitten's little 'pussy', fluff, roommates, swearing

◇ Summary: Y/n finds her roommate naked waiting for her... again.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. Shitty writing 🙇🏼‍♀️

"Kitten—" Y/n called out while entering the apartment to find her roommate, her hand grabbing the handle to open the door and walk in, ready to find the woman sitting on her bed or in front of her makeup table— and not naked with a magazine in her hand.

It was the second time that she had walked on her like that, the first had happened weeks earlier but luckily the young woman managed to close quickly the bathroom door and leave before apologizing for an either week.

They didn't talked about that "incident" but during a roommate night of theirs, the brunette woman mentioned suggestively something about being... comfortable without clothes, loving to just wander around her home with no care or fabric covering her stunning self. Sadly, Y/n was too drunk to understand the flirty tone and the meaning behind that simple statement to actually react at it like Patricia hoped.

"Oh hi, sweetheart. You're bit late, thought you would be back nearly an hour ago" Kitten's sweet provocative tone said to break the silence that the view of her bare body had created, hiding her amusement when she glanced towards the front door catching the funny expression of the young woman.

Her jaw had slightly dropped and her eyes wide in surprise, astonished by the confidence that her roommate was emanating by talking to her so casually as if she wasn’t naked and vulnerable in front of her.

"Y-Yeah... my parents kept me longer than expected" Y/n's voice came out weaker than intended, her eyes staring only at the beautiful woman's face... focused to not wander lower, although it was definitely difficult to not glance down at her smooth freckled thighs or at her alluring movements of her groomed hands

"Aw, that's cute. Can't wait to meet your family someday" Kitten beamed out while getting up from her sitting position, now showing off her god's given gift which was her body as if she was posing just for her; almost as if to barter— the vision of her body in exchange of her submission and devotion.

There really was no shame, it was quite arousing to see. Enough to make Y/n's heart beat faster, drumming in her chest, and her breath to get caught in her throat while she clenched casually her thighs together in an attempt to find some friction as her pussy got wetter.

Fucking hell... Kitten and her damn antics.

"Why do you look so shy, darling?... You can touch if you want" she offered while moving closer, her narrow and sexy hips swaying hypnotically till she came to a stop in front of her.

Her light blue eyes checked Y/n slowly out as her groomed hands moved sensually to allow her slender fingers to brush the skin of her arms, down to her wrists to take a good hold of it and help her roommate take things further by placing her hands on her waist... letting go to rest her own on her shoulders.

As Y/n looked up to meet her gaze, she could tell that Kitten had it all planned, her little naughty smile was sharing her true intentions and expectations while her small touches where doing the little work that needed to be done to break her definitely.

"You're unbelievable" the young woman commented as her thumbs caressed the soft freckled skin, pulling her body closer to her own "Truly unbelievable, Kitten" her voice added lowly as she brushed her nose against her jawline, feeling the woman's curly hair tickle her face as her scent enveloped her.

That damn... beautiful, arousing woman.

A tiny purr escaped Kitten, her breath was getting heavier at the feeling of her hands wandering around her naked body, resting on her ass to knead the flesh while her mouth worked on the tender skin of her neck

"O-Ohh... just like that" Patricia soft voice whined out, her hips buckling forward unconsciously in an attempt to find some friction for her leaking cock.

Her tip was already off an angry red, sticky due to her fluids and her balls heavy, in need of touch "Please, pretty please, Y/n baby" her plead escaped her glossy lips, asking for more while leaving wet kisses on her shoulders and every spot of bare skin she could reach.

It was quite amusing to watch, in fact Y/n's mocking face cracked to leave space to a smile, enjoying Kitten's needy self, as her eyes kept taking her whole in while her right hand brushed her stomach to reach her cock... the little 'pussy' of hers.

"Look at your pretty pussy, dripping for me, right Kitty?" Her voice hummed as her fingers caressed her lenght, grabbing it at the base before starting to stroke using her spit as a lube.

The evening light that entered from the window that faced the silent street, made Kitten look just divine, causing her pale skin glow tenderly and Y/n's stomach react with butterflies.

"Yes, that's it, honey" the young woman cooed, increasing the speed while hearing Kitten's pornographic like moans, her expression changing due to the pleasure

"Want me to go faster? Make you cum" she cooed softly again at the woman's reaction, allowing her to bury her face more into her neck while her hips kept meeting her strokes. Soft moans and pleads kept escaping from her soft lips which were pressed right against her skin, feeling her pulsing heart with them.

A couple of more strokes and Kitten shoot her load, dirtying her roommate's hand and clothes; making amends immediately with a low sensual moan that sent shivers down Y/n's spine.

"Woah, darling" the woman's voice murmured, her confident self coming back to surface "It's not your first time for sure, hm... Why don't you remove your clothes as well. I mean it's only fair, right? You saw me like mommy made me" her soft voice persuaded Y/n teasingly, making her strip in front of her and meet her baby blue eyes again.

She could tell that Kitten was loving what she had in front of her, her groomed hands twitching slightly as she held back from touching

"Why do you look so shy, darling?... You can touch if you want" Y/n stated using her previous comment against her, keeping a little smirk on her amused face as her heart kept beating like crazy, shame and nervousness eating her as she stayed still and bare acting confident as best she could.

"You aren't that shy like you want me to believe, hm? Your little pussy is getting soaked again just by seeing me like this, right.. baby?" The young woman mocked, pulling Kitten's face closer to meet her soft lips with hers; the sweet taste of her lip gloss lingering on her tongue as soon as she granted her permission.

Patricia's hands reached for Y/n's naked hips when their kiss got more passionate, their heart was beating fast and almost in sync as their lips met in little pecks when they slowly laid down.

"Wanted this for so long—" Patricia's soft but sensual voice revealed to her roommate as her hands pushed Y/n's body down to take control since her 'pussy' was throbbing, her pre-cum smeared all over the young woman's stomach.

Kitten was about to spread her roommate's legs and position herself at her entrance when she suddenly fall forward due to the grip of her, who wrapped her arm around her lower back to nudge her legs apart, carefully to not hurt Patricia.

Both with spread legs so that their genitals were touching together.

"Grind that pretty pussy on me, honey" the sentence made the woman shiver and move her hips that matched hers. Her balls soaked by Y/n's juices as her 'pussy' kept rubbing against her soft skin wetting it more with pre-cum.

As Patricia's light blue eyes met Y/n's, her cheek flushed a darker pink and her mouth opened slightly to let sinful moans escape her. She had waited so long for that moment, for the occasion to cause that sensual expression on her friend's face, cause the blush and messed up hair, as well as the sexy moans and praises directed at her.

It was sinful, a sensual but sweet dance that got dirtier as soon as they both reached their peak.

"Gosh" Kitten breathed out with a chuckle, her curly hair tickling Y/n's skin while she rested on her chest to catch her breath and get cuddled, feel loved.

Their both were coming down from their climax, enjoying each other's warmth as they gathered the strength to get up and clean

"Best roommate ever, hm?" Y/n hummed, earning a positive answer followed by a chuckle from the curly woman.

#kitten braden x reader #patricia kitten braden #kitten braden #kitten braden x you #kitten braden x y/n #patricia braden x reader #patricia braden x you #patricia braden x y/n #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy fanfic

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britneyshakespeare · 1 year ago

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The reason charcoal is superior to graphite is because it's the more tactile medium. I mean when it comes to blending volume into shapes and feeling outlines it's literally hands-on (if you want it to be... and I do). If I go over with a graphite pencil an eye or a nose or a mouth or a forehead a million times, it looks like complete shit. If I do in with charcoal, it still looks like complete shit but it IS progress, AND it's more forgiving. The parts of it that look a mess will be more easily hidden once the technical details are figured out. So you can have a great start look like complete shit and have it not be at all discouraging, when holy crap if I made this mess on a piece of paper with graphite I'd be weeping about how hopeless it is.

I love drawing in charcoal because when you're in the beginning of a work, instead of looking like something reasonable it's perfectly acceptable and natural for them to look like this

#why am i feeling hope about this drawing. why.#cont #maybe i should discourage myself. i dont want to do any more work on it tonight #it's also been awhile since i did a self-portrait. the last one i did was a month and a half ago #and it was just contour lines in pencil so i didn't spend too long on it. and i was happy w how it came out!#but it's still. JUST contour lines.#i havent drawn *myself* in charcoal since last march. and ive only done so many fully-shaded self-portraits #actually i think ive only done 2 ever lol. and neither of them was i particularly satisfied with.#oops. oops ok diana this is the part where you should stop getting your hopes up #no i actually think even if i have been drawing less (although ive been on the upswing again recently but just generally)#(since i finished my figure drawing class in late 2022 i havent been able to keep up w my visual art as much)#i actually think my skills have not deteriorated? i even think some of the work ive been making recently is... better?#than it was while i was taking figure drawing?#or. i dont know. maybe just the amount of stress i was under while i was taking that class wasnt conducive #to producing my best work as opposed to if i had taken it in a time that was better for my mental health.#whereas now im not doing anything for assignments but just following my muse wherever it takes me. idk #it's still hard to draw but it doesn't make me wanna die. i only suffer for my art a little bit

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metalljellyphish · 6 months ago

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Werewolf Stan chimera!!!!

He'll be one big werewolf in the dunmeshi au!

Sorry this took some time to process but I’ve been cooking some THOUGHTS:

So, in this SoT mixed AU it’s a time of peace; Kyle is heir to the elven kingdom’s throne, too old by human standards but much too young to the elves he’s meant to lead, when he’s not studying magic and politics he travels on adventuring guild quests with Stan, a ranger from the north who had pledged his service and life to the future king. One trip the two join up with a group they’ve hunted with before to search the nearby woods for a dark, massive wolf-like creature who at first was just hunting the village livestock but now it had moved on to people. Since it’s only been spotted at night they have to camp out for it, but unluckily it sneak attacks them, the group just barely able to defend themselves. In an act to defend Kyle, Stan jumps to protect him, getting himself captured in the creature’s jaws and dragged off, in desperation Kyle gives chase on his own. Hours later he tracks the beast and slaughter it with a powerful spell, finding what remained of his friend. Devastated, Kyle decided to use forbidden magic to resurrect him, using pieces of the beast to transmute into what’s missing of Stan’s body. The spell works, though Kyle passes out from it before he can see if his work really paid off, but thankfully they’re not left for too long, the company they traveled with (aka Craig’s gang) finding the pair, an extremely bloody but otherwise unharmed and still human Stan and a disheveled Kyle, hands and feet covered in blood as well. There’s the suspicion, but for now it seemed the two were ok, both waking up in the castle after being escorted back. Stan seemed fine, though he had little memory of what had happened, Kyle thinking it for the better.

Until three nights later under a new moon; Kyle awakes to find that Stan is missing. He tracks him down to the woods just outside the castle, but something’s very very wrong. Kyle’s calling out to him but Stan isn’t responding, at least he thinks it Stan. He’s already started changing into something not human and by the time he does turn to face the elf prince he’s already more beast than man. And Kyle just stands there, speechless but whatever is happening he knows it’s his fault. He did this to the one person he cared the most for. Also he’s defenseless since he didn’t take his staff or spellbook, but in the moment he thinks he’s about to be attacked he thinks maybe he deserved this…

Luckily for him he’s rescued by one Lady McCormick and her retainer Leopold, the two able to subdue the beast without harming him more than necessary. Of course Kyle doesn’t even know how the two arrived so soon considering he didn’t even send his letter to her until the day before. Kenny vague explains she had a certain bad feeling about something and followed her intuition, leaving the very night the incident had taken place to travel to the elven kingdom, and boy howdy does she have words to say. For the time being though the three take the unconscious beast Stan and hide him in the castle dungeon for the time being.

Kyle shared the full story of what happened, and Kenny gets it, she probably would have done the same in that situation, but regrettably she explains that whatever that creature was that they hunted was cursed and now that curse was passed to Stan when he was resurrected. (How does she know these things? Oh that’s a can of worms for another night :3)

Though he might have turned into this werewolf chimera creature Stan’s still very much there, though currently beast instincts have taken over, but out of everything he still recognizes Kyle, so it breaks his heart seeing the elf so afraid of him at first, but then it all turns to sadness.

Uh that’s all I got for now…

I’ll definitely have to draw or write something about this, it’s been in my head for awhile now oops, I can’t call it a full dunmeshi au but it’s got elements, we’re changing the recipe you might say lol

#south park #south park stick of truth #ask box

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ultraintrovertedgryffindor · 2 years ago

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𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 - Tom Bennett

Oh boy, this one's...a lot lmao. My first fic of the year and probably the only one for awhile. I was so stoked to write it so hopefully anyone who reads this is stoked about it too. This took so long, especially cause I have a super tedious boring class this semester, hence why I'm not writing as much as I used to. But here it is, primed and ready for ya. Enjoy!

Summary: You and Tom work at the same FBI agency, the both of you having a tense rivalry. Sprinkle a little friends-with-benefits relationship on top of that while going on an undercover mission where you must get along to get the job done, what could go wrong?

Warnings: modern!special agent!Tom Bennet, undercover mission (haha the title, get it, okay..), enemies (?) to lovers/rivals to lovers, more like FWB to lovers, Tom's kind of a dick (so is reader) but like to protect himself (and some misogyny, also to protect himself), smoking, tw guns (violence and injury), slight whump, oo boy this one's gotta lot of gratuitous SMUT (MINORS DNI), dubcon-ish, fingering, forced exhibitionism, public sex (kinda)...on a plane, oral (m and f!receiving), ANGST and feels, teasing, jealousy, possessiveness, kinda toxic relationship, confessions, eventual fluff, light dom/sub vibes, orgasm denial and control, slight praise kink and degradation, conveniences will convenience (all I know about undercover missions is what I watched on White Chicks okay, so don't expect some well thought out plans)

word count | 10.8k (oops)🤙🏻

You weren’t planning on signing up for a high risk mission when you went into your agency’s meeting this morning, but something overtook you when you learned Tom would be going on this mission as well.

You never planned to care about him ever since the two of you got involved. You were just coworkers with a little something on the side, nothing serious. In fact, the two of you hated each other ever since you started working with him. You both always took every chance to one up each other, trying to clamber over one another to get higher rankings in your profession, never hesitant to step on each other’s toes to succeed.

The two of you only started hooking up almost a year ago. You were both drunk, celebrating another hard won mission and it just happened. You both were lonely, your profession not always making it easy to trust someone who’s not yourself. It was purely transactional. But then Tom started being more vulnerable with you, making you laugh and happier than you had been before you met him. It made your head spin. You thought about calling it off immediately, but the sex was just so good, his company even more, and you did actually start to care for the man.

Though, it made your rivalry at work dial the intensity up to eleven, taking out your frustrations on each other when the sun went down. But the look Tom was giving you after you had volunteered to your director, you had a feeling your benefits relationship might end sooner than you’d like.

After the meeting ended, you walked out with the onslaught of other agents that were desperate to beat the five o'clock traffic to get home. But you were yanked back by Tom, him grabbing your arm and forcing you to trail behind your other coworkers. “Take it back.” He seethed.

“What?” You bit back, your brows furrowing and instinctively trying to pull back from him.

“What? You know what. Tell our director you changed your mind.”

You scoffed, ripping your arm out of his bruising grip. “No, fuck you.”

“You did this to annoy me, I get it. Good job, you fucking succeeded, now take it back. This is my mission. I don’t need you getting in my way.”

“I’m just as good of an agent as you, dickhead. If anything, you’d be in my way. Now stop complaining, cause I’m not gonna change my mind. So, are we done now? Or are you going to continue whining like a little pussy?”

Tom only growled in response as he stormed off, throwing a tantrum like he often did when he didn’t get his way. It didn’t deter you. This mission would do wonders for your career, it would surely boost your rank to a higher level. No amount of whining from anyone was going to make you miss that opportunity.

Suffice to say, Tom didn’t show up for his nightly visit at your apartment. It was probably for the best, he’d just spend the entire time trying to make you quit the mission. But you were too determined, and you weren’t one to chicken out. You needed to prove to yourself that you could take on a mission such as this.

When you came into work the next morning for the debriefing, Tom was standing up against his car smoking a cigarette, clearly waiting for you. You only scoffed and walked past him, but he didn’t take too kindly to that. “Have you changed your mind yet?” He asked as he stood in front of you to block your path, blowing smoke in your face because he knew how much that annoyed you.

“Like I said yesterday, Bennett: I’m not changing my fucking mind.”

This time when you tried to walk past him, he let you. You could hear him angrily stomping out his cigarette with the sole of his shoe before he sped up to walk beside you into the agency building.

You, Tom, and your handler all lined up in front of your director to go over what the mission would entail. It was intense, the most difficult mission you would probably ever have. You were tasked with helping catch a crime boss. The man would be at a hotel on an island resort in the middle of the Caribbean. Your agency’s sources say that he’s planning on making a big deal in order to gain a new ally. Guns, ammunition, drugs, so many things you both would need to be on the lookout for. It was intimidating to be sure, but not enough to scare you away like you knew Tom was hoping for. No, you wouldn’t give in that easily. You were up for the task. You wanted to do anything you could to put away such an evil man.

But clearly, Tom didn’t notice the pure determination on your face as you walked out of the debriefing. “How ‘bout now?”

“Nope. Stop asking. I’ll keep telling you the same thing again and again.”

“This isn’t some low risk mission, L/n. We’re not trying to catch a fuckin’ lowlife predator here. This is a crime boss. An extremely dangerous man that can have us killed with one word if he even suspects what we’re doing there. Don’t you get that?” Tom whisper shouted, trying not to draw attention to himself despite the outburst, poking into your collarbone roughly.

“Do you really think I’m that stupid?”

“Stupider.”

You rolled your eyes. “I know what I’m getting myself into, Bennett. I wouldn’t have signed up otherwise.” Honestly, it wasn’t the danger of getting killed that made you nervous about this mission, it was the fact that you and Tom would have to pretend to be newlyweds on your honeymoon. A perfect cover for where you two were going. It almost made you laugh.

All your time preparing to travel to this island, Tom would barely talk to you, only glaring at you and giving you one word responses or hums whenever you’d try to talk to him. If he wanted to be petty, fine. You could be petty too, not in front of your boss though, unfortunately. You were sure if your boss knew what you and Tom got up to outside of office hours, he would not be sending you on this mission with him. Although it was well known how you and Tom rivaled with each other throughout the workplace, you had to be somewhat professional, up until you were alone with him of course. You had no idea how you’d be able to share a bedroom with him without resorting to killing each other…or refrain from hate fucking each other. Even the morning plane ride over would be difficult, especially with the way Tom kept looking at you.

“Ya know, it wouldn’t be too late to back out. No one would judge you.” Tom spoke up as you both were waiting to board your flight.

You just kept your mouth shut tightly, just so not in the mood to argue with the man at such an early hour, especially since you weren’t able to have caffeine. You prayed you could just sleep all during the flight without arguing or crying babies. There weren’t babies on the plane, but Tom didn’t seem to notice your purposeful ‘don’t talk to me’ bitch face. Either that, or he just didn’t care.

“I still don’t think you’re ready for this.”

“Did I ask for your opinion, Bennett? No, I didn’t, so shut the fuck up.”

Tom only smirked, smug that he managed to get under your skin once again. “You’re the most annoying person I’ve ever met.” He whispered, shaking his head and leaning back in his seat.

“Oh, the feeling is mutual.”

The animosity didn’t end there like you hoped it would, instead Tom took it upon himself to try to embarrass you as much as possible. You gave him a stern look as you started to feel his hand reach underneath your thin blanket to trail up your thigh. “Do not.” You scowled, trying to push his hand away but ultimately failing. He was too strong.

You inhaled sharply as he cupped your center roughly, wincing before glaring at him. Your glare faltered as he leaned in to whisper in your ear. “You think you can talk to me that way?” He teased gruffly, forcing his hand in your sweatpants and underwear, a surprisingly soft smile pulling at his lips as he felt the slick that was pooling at your entrance. “Whore.”

You gripped onto his forearm tightly as he toyed with your clit, purposely digging your nails into his skin to try to get him to stop, but all he did was wince and pinch you, causing you to gasp. You quickly put your hand over your mouth and subtly looked around to see if anyone noticed, but everyone seemed to be sleeping or occupied with something else. Truthfully, no one was even thinking of glancing in your direction, but you were so paranoid that you’d be caught. “I don’t want to get an indecent exposure fine, Bennett.” You snarled, trying to come off as angry as you were, but Tom’s fingers had already tamed you into a state of submission as they had done so many times before. It wasn’t any less irritating, but god, he was good with his hands.

You flinched in your seat as Tom pushed two of his fingers inside you right off the bat, your eyes briefly rolling to the back of your skull, trying not to moan by taking slow deep breaths. You were suddenly very thankful that you spent so many of your younger years trying to keep as quiet as possible while masturbating so as to not alert any potential family members in the same house of what you got up to in the privacy of your own room, but this felt way more difficult.

You whimpered into your palm as Tom’s dexterous fingers curled against that sensitive spot along the front of your walls, biting into your own skin to keep your whines in your throat, your brows furrowing obviously to anyone that might pay attention. “Fuck.” You cried softly, looking up at Tom with pleading eyes as your chest heaved against your now suffocating t-shirt. “I can’t.”

“You can, darling.”

To make matters worse, the seatbelt sign turned off.

People around you started to rise up out of their seats to get stuff out of their carry-ons or go to the bathroom, and the flight attendants started to make their rounds to give the passengers their stupid complimentary peanuts. And of course, a flight attendant peaked around your row with a smile right as you felt your climax grow rapidly. You bit the inside of your lip hard, feeling the metallic taste of blood coat your tongue.

“Hello there, we’re handing out some crisps, pretzels, and candy if you’d like any.” The lady asked you politely, hopefully completely unaware of what was going on beneath your blanket. You quickly shook your head, a pained hum escaping your lips as Tom focused his efforts on your clit. “Are you alright?”

“Oh, I’m okay. Just a stomachache.” You lied, the wavering timbre in your voice bringing a sympathetic frown to the flight attendant’s face.

“Oh, dear, I’m sorry. I can bring you a Sierra Mist, if you’d like?”

Jesus Christ, lady, just fucking go away. “No, thank you. Really, I’m fine.” You cleared your throat a bit too loudly to cover up an oncoming moan, your face flushing with heat as a couple people from other rows looked over at you curiously.

“Okay. And how about you?” The lady directed her attention to Tom, who did not even attempt to hide his smug smirk. “Would you like any snacks, sir?”

“No, thanks, miss. I brought my own.” Cheeky bastard.

“Okay, well, we’re almost to our destination. So, make sure all your belongings are overhead before we land.” And with that, the flight attendant finally left you to continue suffering.

“I’m going to kill you.” You hissed, slapping Tom’s shoulder as you allowed your head to lean back against the chair as you felt the first pangs of euphoria wash over you. You grit your teeth and leaned forward to cover your face with your hands, hiding your orgasm face from Tom and the rest of the plane. You took shuddering breaths as you rode out your high, tapping his arm aggressively when pleasure veered into oversensitivity.

You felt your ears pop as the plane lowered closer to the ground. You didn’t even realize the pilot had spoken before you felt the plane bank to the right, unintentionally forcing you to lean closer to Tom, whose face you couldn’t even stand to look at. He pulled his hand away from you, making you look at the mess you made on his fingers. You looked away in fury as he started to suck on his fingers, quietly moaning at the taste of you. You could hear his chuckles as you refused to watch him mock you.

“Hope you had a good flight!” The same flight attendant lady chirped as you and Tom exited the plane.

Fuck you, you so badly wanted to say, but Tom didn’t allow that. As if he could sense your hostility (that he caused) and unwillingness to imitate niceties, he quickly uttered out a polite thanks before guiding you off the plane like you were a child who couldn’t take care of themselves.

Man, this was going to be a long, miserable “vacation.”

You would be lying if you said you weren’t impressed with the honeymoon suite you’d be staying in. Though, checking in was a nightmare. You never thought pretending to be all coupley and in love was part of the job description. Alas, you walked into the lobby with Tom’s arm around your shoulder and the two of you wearing the most genuine fake smiles you could muster. One plus was you had already spotted one of the crime boss’ henchmen.

“Are you sure?” Tom had asked.

Of course you were sure. You had studied every picture of every face the agency presented you with, down to the freckles and moles they may have had. You weren’t going to fuck this up, you’d never live it down; Tom would make sure of it.

You both informed your handler that you made it safely to the resort, already finding evidence that the crime boss was indeed there too. You just had to lay low, look out, and not get caught. This is what you lived for, it was so exhilarating and you wouldn’t let Tom ruin this for you.

“We should head down to the pool, see if we can spot another guy.” You voiced, pulling out your bathing suit from your suitcase, but Tom stopped you by placing a hand on yours. “What, Bennett? We can’t waste time on this.”

“You still haven’t paid me back for what I did for you on the plane.” He spoke with a dark lust in his eyes, his pupils almost completely swallowing his bright blue iris’.

You rolled yours. “I didn’t ask for that, if you recall.” You said with a scoff and moved to get changed, but he didn’t let you go, instead forcing you to your knees where you found his already hardened cock trying to burst through his tight shorts. You silently cursed to yourself as you already found yourself throbbing at the sight of him looking down at you hungrily.

“Well? My cock ain’t gonna suck itself.”

You resisted the urge to smile, lifting your hand to gently palm his cock through his shorts before tugging them down, your mouth watering as it bobbed up at you. Tom hummed as you licked a stripe up the underside of his dick, even the slightest of approval making you whine as you squeezed your thighs together.

“Uh, uh.” Tom rebuked, lifting you up from the floor to make you sit at the edge of the king sized bed, forcing your legs apart and standing in between them. “None of that. No pleasure for you. Just be a good little whore and suck me off.” He threaded his fingers into your hair, curling his hand into a fist to tug at your roots, pushing you forward until your lips hit the tip of his cock. On instinct, you wrapped your lips around him and sucked hard, earning a guttural groan from him. “That’s it.” He didn’t hesitate to buck into you, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag just to tease you. He kept doing that until tears were streaming down your face, causing him to smirk. “So pretty.” He whispered, wiping a tear away with his thumb, but continuing to fuck your mouth with little care how you felt.

Meanwhile, you didn’t know if you were crying because his cock kept making you gag or because you had absolutely zero stimulation to your clit. It was throbbing painfully, and Tom still kept your legs apart. Was this still punishment for talking back to him on the plane? He was one of the most pettiest men you had ever known, so you wouldn’t put it past him. But not allowing you to pleasure yourself felt like a new low, even for him.

Your hands gripped onto his thighs, squeezing them whenever you needed a break, him pulling away briefly to let you breathe before slamming back into you again. But he was close, you could tell. The way his moans got louder and breathier, and his hold on you tightened to the point you were almost afraid he’d rip the hairs out of your head. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.” He announced with a groan, stilling in your mouth as his release shot down the back of your throat.

Tom slowly loosened his hold on you as he tried to catch his breath, petting and soothing the spot on your head where he gripped the hardest. “Okay…” He spoke with a stutter. “Yeah, let me clean up and I’ll meet you at the pool in a few minutes.” And with that, he left you sitting on the bed while he locked himself in the bathroom.

Well, that was a little odd, you thought. But you didn’t think about it any further. You quickly got changed and headed down to the pool, hoping a short dip would rid you of the overwhelming heat you felt in your body from not being able to do anything about your arousing situation. No matter, if Tom wasn’t going to help you out then you’d just get yourself off in the shower that night. You had bigger issues to deal with at the moment.

Scanning over the crowd at the extravagant looking pool, you couldn’t seem to spy any persons out of the ordinary. Just a bunch of families and couples and the occasional old rich woman. Feeling a bit disheartened, you sat down on a poolside chair with a quiet huff, throwing your towel over the backrest and laying out, the sun quickly warming your skin. It felt nice, but it would feel even nicer if you knew you weren’t on the clock.

“What the hell are you wearing?” Tom’s voice jolted you out of your sunbathing intermission, now sporting his own pair of swimming trunks and tank top, any sign of being flustered from your previous tryst was completely gone. Only now, you could tell he was flustered for a different reason.

It probably wasn’t necessary, but you had bought a bit of a slutty bathing suit for this occasion. You figured if on the off chance you had to seduce a criminal, it would be best to do it in an outfit that showed off all your…assets. It definitely seemed to be working on Tom. Maybe it could work on someone else. “My super special undercover swimsuit. What about you, Mr. Palm Trees?” You teased, eyeing his obnoxious colored print on his shorts.

“It’s called looking the part, wife. We’re on our honeymoon, not a dating show.” And with that, Tom lifted his tank up and off himself, the sight of his toned torso making heat flood to the apex of your thighs. He smirked when he caught you staring. “Think you’re drooling a bit, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that.” You chided, but it only made Tom chuckle. You huffed in defeat, returning to your previous position of subtly checking out the tenants around the pool.

“We should go in.” Tom gestured to the pool, but before you could refuse, “We have to look believable, remember? Who goes to a pool and doesn’t get in the water?”

You couldn’t hide your clenched jaw as you rose from your seat, standing at the edge of the concrete ground and delicately dipping your toes in the chlorine loaded water to check the temperature. It wasn’t too cold, but you’d definitely wanted to slowly ease your way in. Unfortunately, Tom didn’t give you much of a choice, promptly pushing you off the edge. Your body tensed up as the cool water enveloped you, goosebumps rising all over your body as you quickly came up for air, gasping loudly. You wore a deep scowl on your face as Tom’s boisterous laughter polluted the area, able to hear it even when you were submerged. “Arsehole.” You spat, splashing water up at him aggressively.

“So, you wouldn’t have done the exact same thing to me if you had the chance?” He raised a brow, his crooked smile on display, the sight making unwanted flutters swirl in your stomach.

“Touché.” You grumbled. “Still a dick move.” Tom didn’t waste anymore time on land, crouching and leaping into the water, careful not to let the water go above his head. He swam over to you with a mischievous look on his face, and to you, that only meant one thing. “Don’t come anywhere near me.” You warned.

“Oh, come on, Mrs. Bennett. I don’t bite.” He teased, taking your unamused expression as a sign to grab your hips and pull you onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist and holding you up by your bottom effortlessly thanks to the water. You had no choice but to let him, not willing to risk your cover. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders reluctantly, trying your best to wear a loving smile on your face. But you soon faltered as Tom leaned in close, his lips right next to your ear. “I know this isn’t what you wanted when signing up for this mission, but you have to at least tolerate it. Behind closed doors when no one is around, you can bitch and whine all you like; but in public, you have to be in love with me.” He pulled away to look into your eyes seriously. “Understand, wife?”

You swallowed your pride and smirked seductively. “I understand, dear husband.” You took advantage of his slight surprise and captured his lips in a searing kiss, the cold feeling of the water not comparing to how heated this kiss felt. Tongue and teeth clashed with each other as you retaliated in the only way you could at that moment, biting his bottom lip hard before pulling away with a sickeningly sweet smile. Tom’s eyes darkened as he gripped your hips tighter, causing you to wince. He looked as though he was going to lean back in for another kiss, but you spotted someone, in the corner of your eye. You hugged Tom, using the position to whisper in his ear just as he’d done to you. “Another henchman.”

“Are you sure?”

“There’s a bulge at the base of his spine, covered by his shirt and jacket.”

“Who wears a jacket at a pool?”

“Exactly. 9 mm is my guess.”

“That’s a lazy guess. Wanna bet? .38.”

“Wow. Guess there’s only one way to find out.”

“Wait-”

You quickly interrupted him by pushing his head below the water’s surface, ruining his perfectly styled up hair. He came up with a scowl, ready to scold you, but before you could allow him to, you pushed him off and you got out of the pool. Drying yourself off and giving a wink to a now distressed Tom, you made your way to one of the bars that served the hotel guests.

You were a decent actor, but you had no idea if it would be convincing enough to fool the henchman of an intelligent criminal; you had to try, if you wanted to get information early on. The smallest piece of info may help.

With your margarita in hand, you played oblivious to the figure in your path, knocking into him and hearing the glass shatter on the pavement. “Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry, sir!” You exclaimed, pulling an embarrassed face and getting on your knees to start cleaning up your mess. You hide your smirk as the man quickly stopped you, apologizing for being in your way. You could tell the way his eyes bulged and ran over your body that you made the right decision picking a skimpy bathing suit. Hook, line, and sinker.

“You should watch where you’re going.” The man, who introduced himself as James, said with a smirk, his tone holding no semblance of anger or irritation. “I’m sorry about your drink, maybe you’ll let me buy you another one?” Wow, bold. It made you feel like bile was going to come up your throat any moment, but you plastered on your best fake smile.

“I’d love that. You’re so sweet.” You giggled, “subtly” running your hand down his arm, his eyes piquing with interest.

“I’ve been told that before, yes.” He gently guided you over to the bar, lifting his arm so that it slightly touched your upper back, his jacket lifting just enough for you to be able to see the pistol sticking out of his pants.

.38. Damn.

Your little acting display got you this far, you supposed you might as well take it up a notch. This man didn’t know how many drinks you’ve already had. Maybe that ruined margarita was your fourth or fifth one of the day. Hell, you were on vacation. So, you decided to be a little drunk as you sipped on your new drink, graciously paid for by a dangerous criminal. “You don’t look like you’re here on vacation, no offense.” You slightly slurred. “I mean, who wears a business suit at a resort?”

James laughed, albeit a bit nervously, but answered you anyway. “I’m not here on vacation unfortunately. This is, ultimately, a bit of a business trip.”

“Meeting with some rich CEOs?”

“Something like that.”

You grinned. “Oh, a mysterious man. I like that.”

“And why are you here, hm?”

You wore a tired expression, lifting up your left hand to show off the fake wedding ring on your finger. “Honeymoon.”

“You don’t seem to be happy about that.”

You shrugged, taking more sips of your drink, the low levels of alcohol being barely enough to give you that liquid courage you could’ve probably used. “He’s a drag. Boring.”

“Let me guess…he has money.” You gave him a knowing smile.

“Don’t judge. A woman has needs.”

“Oh, I’m sure she does.” He inched closer to you. “But I’m sure he doesn’t satisfy all your needs.” The urge to throw up came back. The idea of being with someone other than Tom made you ill. But you had a job to do, no matter what it takes.

You took every opportunity you could to snoop around that man’s room. He must’ve been one of the dumb ones, you could spot his gun briefcase peeking out from underneath his bed. A rookie hiding spot. You got lucky, really lucky. So lucky that he fell asleep pretty quickly after the fact. Prime snooping time.

Every second that passed, the hammering in your heart grew faster. You rummaged through desk drawers, bags, cabinets, closets; the only thing you found as evidence was a post it note briefly detailing the time and place the meeting with the crime boss would take place. How amazing just a simple little note could have so much power.

You let yourself smile as you quietly escaped the James’ hotel room, making your way to the elevator and pushing the button to your floor. You could finally take a sigh of relief, the nerves slowly but surely exiting your body; that is, until the elevator doors opened to reveal Tom standing there waiting for you, his body leaned up against the wall opposite of the elevator.

“Had fun?” He snarled with contempt, his lips curled into a malicious sneer, his eyes dark. You rolled your eyes, way too exhausted to deal with his hot and cold nature. You walked out of the lift and tried to walk past him, but he quickly grabbed your upper arm tightly, forcing you to him. “Are you forgetting that we’re supposed to be a couple on their honeymoon?” Tom seethed, loosening his grip on you when he saw the slightly pained look on your face.

“No. I just saw an opportunity to get some intel, which we need if you’ve forgotten.” You snapped back, tugging back to get completely out of his grip.

“You could’ve done that without fucking the enemy. Jesus, I can smell it on you.” He frowned in disgust.

“It wasn’t even good, if it makes you feel any better. You jealous, Bennett?”

Tom surprised you when he said nothing. No reply, no witty comeback. His frown only deepened as he walked back to your hotel room, not looking back to see if you followed or not. You were almost afraid to, as if you hadn’t just risked your life mere minutes ago. You had nowhere else to go, so you followed, silently watching as he slid the key in and unlocking the door. You both still said nothing as you walked further into the room, taking off your shoes and sitting down on a chair adjacent to the bed.

“I found out where the meeting is going to be, and when.” You spoke up timidly, gaining Tom’s attention, his gaze on you heating up your face.

“You found that out back there?”

“Yep, so you can’t tell me it didn’t pay off.”

He nodded curtly. “Right. Well, I’ll contact our handler and we’ll pass on that information.”

It wasn’t like Tom to be so…compliant. He always had something to say, even when the situation didn’t call for it. You figured he just loved the sound of his own voice for a while. But now he was quiet, stoic, he barely even pitched in when you were talking to the handler about what you found. Was he really that upset that you got info before he did? How petty of him, at least that didn’t change.

“It was a .38, by the way.”

Tom furrowed his brows. “What?”

“That man’s gun. You were right.” He only let out a hum of acknowledgment. “What? You’re not gonna brag like you normally do when you win a bet?”

He shrugged. “We have a long weekend ahead of us. I’m not gonna waste my energy on stupid bets.” He snapped, walking out to the balcony to smoke a cigarette. You huffed in irritation, flopping down against the bed, watching the slow whirl of the ceiling fan.

Tom still was out smoking as you were getting ready for bed, showering and changing into your pajamas with a frown on your face. You quickly got tired of the silent treatment, joining him out on the balcony that seemed to look over the whole resort. “You chain smoke now?” You teased, earning a glare from the man. “Seriously, what’s up your ass, Bennett?” You snickered, stopping with a flinch as he turned to you suddenly.

“Do you realize how stupid that was?” Tom growled lowly, putting out his cigarette angrily and tossing it over the railing.

“You just littered.”

“Jesus Christ!” He grumbled, running his hands over his face in frustration, looking at you in exasperation. “You’re not even listening to me!” He shook you by your shoulders, making you finally start to take him seriously. “You shouldn’t have done that, Y/n.”

You scoffed, pushing him off you. “I got us valuable information. You should be happy, Bennett.”

“Well, sorry, I’m fuckin’ not.”

“Okay, well, there’s nothing I can do about that now. What’s done is done. I’m tired of you being pissed at me all the damn time for doing my job. Just keep being your indifferent self from now on, please.”

Tom growled, pushing you up against the railing of the balcony with a hand on your throat. “You weren’t supposed to be here! But of course you had to be here. Tagging along, like a tick on a fuckin’ dog. God, you’re insufferable.” He ranted, finally letting you go when you didn’t falter, but unaware how hurtful he was being with his words but you only chuckled bitterly.

“Oh, I’m aware. You’ve made that clear ever since we even started this mission. But trust me, I regret it now. If I could, I’d leave this island and never bother you again.” You huffed. “God, do you wanna outrank me so bad that you’d do this mission by yourself?”

Tom huffed. “It’s not that-! Ugh, you shouldn't be here because it’s dangerous! You could’ve died earlier! If that man wasn’t as dumb as you thought he was, he could’ve killed you! Then what would we do? What would happen to this mission, your friends and family, to me?” He snapped, taking you by surprise.

“To you?” You asked timidly, your heart pounding in your chest as Tom’s expression softened at the sight of your unshed tears.

“You think I’m indifferent? That I don’t care about you? I care about you so much it hurts! That’s why I’m livid you came here. If you die on this stupid mission, a part of me will die too. I…it wouldn’t be a life worth living without you in it. I fuckin’ love you, Y/n. Don’t you get that?” He spoke angrily, a deep contrast to the softness of his words.

Your breath caught in your throat, your mouth gaping open but no words seemed to come out, not until Tom looked down dejectedly. “This wasn’t how it was supposed to be, Tom. It was supposed to be just sex, that’s all.” Your voice betrayed you, wavering and on the verge of spilt tears.

Tom sighed shakily, taking out another cigarette and resting his arms on the railing. “I know…I’m sorry. I should’ve called us off as soon as I started catching feelings.”

You bit your lip, hesitantly taking a step closer to him, mirroring his stance and taking his cigarette from his fingers, bringing it to your own lips. You had stopped smoking a long time ago, but you felt you could have just this one, considering the circumstances. You coughed as the smoke filled your lungs, flinching when Tom gently patted your back, causing him to frown. You sighed, looking at him in pity. “Well…what happens now?”

“I know you hate me, so I understand if…if you wanna call us off.” Tom sulked, taking his cigarette back from you.

You shook your head, looking back over the railing, seeing the moon disappear behind the clouds that drifted by. “I don’t hate you, Tom. I never have.”

He chuckled. “Coulda fooled me.”

“I was an idiot and caught feelings for you too.” You confessed sullenly, hating the way your heart beat against your ribcage and the fire that was lit beneath the skin of your cheeks. You absolutely refused to look back at Tom, whose eyes you felt on you intensely. You couldn’t look into his eyes, you knew you’d break with just one glance, so you kept your gaze fixed on your fiddling hands.

You closed your eyes when Tom placed his hands on top of yours, squeezing them gently to encourage you to look at him. “Y/n…” But you couldn’t. You never opened your eyes, even when you felt his body up against yours, his constant warmth enveloping you and making your body relax despite yourself. His arms wrapping around your waist, his head dipping and his chin resting on your shoulder. “You don’t have to be scared, not with me.” You finally opened your eyes when he lifted your chin, your eyes instantly meeting his and you felt yourself melt against him. “I’m sorry I didn’t stop seeing you, but I couldn’t help it. I care about you too much to leave you alone.”

“I’m glad you didn’t.” You replied softly, causing Tom to look at you with those big blue puppy dog eyes that never failed to make your heart melt, even when they were filled with fury or irritation directed at you, even when you were often the cause.

Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t stop Tom from surging forward to capture your lips in a kiss. This one felt different than all the others. You didn’t kiss often, only spur of the moment and they were always rage and lust filled. But not this one. This one was soft and slow, Tom’s lips moving against yours languidly, making sure to take his time. You felt your knees threatened to buckle as his tongue moved against yours, and brought his hands up to cup your jaw lovingly. You weren’t the biggest fan of fairy tales, but this felt like a fairytale kiss you always imagined one to be.

It didn’t take long for Tom to push you back into the hotel room, holding onto your waist until the back of your legs touched the bed. He gently sat you down at the edge, removing his shirt before helping you remove your clothing. You watched with heavy lidded eyes as he got on his knees, running his large hands up and down your upper thighs until you could feel your arousal pooling in your underwear. “Tom…” You whispered as he placed feather light kisses down the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs.

“Shh.” He spoke before continuing down the path of your legs until he reached your ankles, looking up at you with a crooked smile before pulling your underwear off your body, biting his lip when he saw the state he was able to put your pussy in. “Always so ready and willing for me, huh?” He teased, running the tips of his fingers up and down your slit, causing you to whine quietly. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare try to be quiet. We’re not on that plane anymore. I want you to be loud for me.” He pinched your clit to elicit a cry from you, which made him hum in approval.

“Fuck.” You whimpered as he lapped at your clit, one of his hands holding your leg up and the other using a finger to gently tease your entrance. You moaned and tilted your head back as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, pushing two fingers completely inside of you. You were already so embarrassingly close as you rutted against his face, the way his tongue swirled around you and his fingers curling against just the right spot making your head dizzy. A gasp got caught in your throat as Tom suddenly pulled away and slapped your pussy, the sound echoing loudly around the room.

“You don’t get to come, not yet.” He growled before diving back in, making you keen loudly. The pleasure was so intense you had no idea how you could obey his command. You curled your fingers through his hair tightly, trying to ground yourself and also trying so hard not to lose yourself and come accidentally. “Fuck, your cunt is squeezing my fingers so hard. You’re so close, aren’t you, love?”

“I’m right there.” You sobbed, tears streaming down your face as Tom fucked you hard with his fingers, the borderline pornagraphic sounds coming from your cunt making heat rise to your cheeks. But you were too out of it to care. “Please, Tom, please…”

“I bet that man a couple floors down couldn’t make you feel this way, hm? Was he even able to make you come?” He snarled, his fingers curling against you more aggressively.

“No…” You stuttered with a strangled moan. “It took him—fuck! Took him six thrusts to come.” You chuckled tremulously, unable to stop your moans even if you tried.

“You counted?” He grinned.

“It was hard not to.” You cried out as another pang of intense pleasure coursed through you. You were so fucking close it was painful not being allowed to, Tom completely neglecting your clit even though it felt just as good when he was fingering you. It was too much and not enough. You needed him. You needed his cock. You needed to come. “Please…” You whined loudly, obnoxiously so.

“You want me to fuck you, baby?” You nodded frantically. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to. Tell me, who’s the only one allowed to fuck you from now on? Who’s the only one who gets to taste this sweet cunt of yours?”

“You, Tom.” You howled, his words only adding to your pleasure to your surprise. “Oh fuck, I’m yours, only yours, Tom. I don’t want anyone else but you.”

“Good girl.” Tom growled as he grabbed you by the throat and pulled you into a passionate kiss, using the leverage from his fingers knuckle deep in your cunt and the grip on your neck to force you back towards the headboard on the bed, only pulling away from you to shed off his trousers and underwear. He was so rock hard the tip of his cock had turned into a lovely shade of pink, the sight making you drool as it came closer to your entrance as Tom crawled on top of you, resuming that passionate kiss. He pushed into you with no warning, splitting you open and causing you to gasp against his mouth, allowing him to bite your bottom lip before pulling away.

The pace he set was different too, just like that previous kiss on the balcony. It was slow, purposeful, and calculated; the thrusts were so powerful and deep that it made the top of your head hit the headboard and your tits bounce violently. His cock stretched your walls so perfectly as it always had, his thickness never the easiest to adjust to, but the slight sting of him made the pleasure all the more intense. You were still so close, but now with no stimulation to your clit, it was easier to hold back.

“You’re so beautiful.” Tom murmured, his eyebrows furrowed tightly in concentration. Even with him being balls deep inside of you, his intense gaze made you feel even more naked than you already were. He never used to look at you this way before, but it was a nice change. He didn’t even try to hold himself back as he picked up the pace, holding you in his arms and rocking you with his sped up thrusts.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” You cried, your moans becoming more breathless and high pitched. “I wanna come so bad.”

“Not yet, love. I want us to come together.” Tom lifted himself up on his knees, grabbing onto the fat of your hips roughly to have the purchase to pound into you relentlessly. He hit the ends of you over and over again, your stomach starting to ache deeply and the knot inside you was tightening more and more, one right move threatening to make it snap. “Fuck.” Tom moaned, his cock twitching inside of you, his body tensing as he got nearer to that edge.

“I want you to come inside me, Tom.” You whimpered, placing your hands on top of his, digging your nails into his skin as your grip tightened.

Tom reached down to rub your clit, the action practically making you scream. You moaned his name over and over again along with taking gasping breaths, your pleasure melting your brain and turning you into a babbling mess. “Yeah, yeah, that’s it, love. Come with me. Please, come with me. Come all over my cock.” You didn’t need any more encouragement for that band inside you to pull taunt until it snapped hard, that wave of ecstasy knocking the breath out of you and making your vision hazy. But not hazy enough to see Tom hit that climax along with you, each of you letting out strained moans as you released together, you soaking his cock and his cum painting your velvety walls. He stilled inside you as you rode out your highs, slumping over and placing delicate kisses all over your neck and collarbone. “Fuck…” He breathed out with a chuckle, pulling out and laying beside you.

“Fuck…” You agreed, trying to catch your breath.

Tom started to reach over to pull you against him, but hesitated when you flinched. It wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t cuddled after sex, but it was mostly after a particularly rough session as a part of aftercare. You rarely cuddled after a gentle night like this one, especially not after confessing feelings for one another. But your skin already thrummed for attention, for his skin to be on yours even after having sex. It was scary, to open yourself up to heartbreak. But looking at Tom’s painfully hopeful gaze, you suddenly realized you wouldn’t mind getting your heart broken by him.

You reached out to him with a shy smile, allowing him to pull you closer and rest your head on his chest, hearing the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. He didn’t hide the large grin his mouth broke out into; it was way too endearing. But now, you supposed you’d be seeing those more often.

“We need to discuss our strategy for this meeting.” Tom spoke, breaking the comfortable silence.

You chuckled lightly, looking up at him. “Now?”

“At some point.”

“How does tomorrow morning sound?”

Tom smiled, leaning down to kiss you sweetly. “Sounds perfect.”

The next morning, you woke up in Tom’s embrace. You may have cuddled before, but you had never actually slept together like this all throughout the night, on purpose. You were surprised you had woken up first, considering how much you hated early mornings. Tom was always the early bird, but you had the chance to watch him while he was still asleep. You didn’t think it would affect you that much, but goddamn he was adorable when he slept. The permanent curve of his lips made it seem like he was smiling in his sleep and he looked…soft. Very soft. You always envied his perfect smooth skin, but this was ridiculous. No matter how hard you tried in the past, you could never find a single flaw on his body. It irked you, but you couldn’t stop staring at him, even when he started to stir awake.

His lips upturned in a sly smirk, already smug after a second of consciousness. “Like what you see?”

You rolled your eyes, trying to wiggle out of his grip but he was stronger and kept you in place. “We have a busy day, we can’t lie in bed all morning.” You lightly scolded, pride filling you as you felt his grip loosen, allowing you to rise from the bed. “We should stake out the room where the meeting’s gonna take place.” You spoke, cleaning up and getting dressed, while Tom just watched you as he cuddled a pillow. “Like what you see?” You mocked, smiling when he sneered.

After getting ready for the day, you and Tom followed the instructions that were hastily written on the post it note. The hotel was rather large, but you found the room somewhat easily. It was a conference room on the first floor, occupied with a long table with too many chairs to count. It was empty, or at least it seemed to be. Nor you or Tom saw anyone hanging out anywhere near the room. No guards or people preparing for this possible meeting, but you figured it was normal since the meeting wasn’t taking place that particular day.

“Alright,” Tom voiced, “you keep watch while I set up the bugs. Just signal if you see anyone coming, and don’t hesitate to get the fuck out if anything happens.”

You scoffed. “Like I’m gonna leave you to fend for yourself.” Tom’s gaze softened, causing your face to flush with heat. “Cause you definitely wouldn’t survive without me. You don’t have social skills to get yourself out of trouble.”

Tom rolled his eyes, but you could see a ghost of a smirk on his lips. “Right.”

You leaned against the wall opposite of the double doors to the conference room, keeping a sharp eye out from anyone who might’ve been walking your way. You hoped Tom could set up the bugs in time and get out before anyone notices. But it seems the luck you had last night in getting the information ran out as the same man you used started to come walking down the hall. You quickly pressed on your small hidden walkie, hearing the buzz in your ear piece. “Henchman, incoming. I’ll distract him.” You whispered into the mic.

“No, get out of there. Do not engage, you hear me?” You ignored Tom’s frantic orders as you plastered a fake smile on your face, greeting James warmly.

“Well, hi there, stranger.” You teased flirtatiously.

James’ eyes flashed with shock and confusion at first, looking around curiously. “Hi? What’re you doing here?” He asked in suspicion, making your heart hammer in your ribcage.

You sighed dramatically. “The husband isn’t too happy with my disappearance last night. Came here to get a break from his constant glares.”

His face flushed red, smiling nervously as if he just remembered what had taken place the night before. “Oh, right. You didn’t tell him, did you?”

You scoffed. “Of course not. I may be a stunner but I’m not dumb either.”

“I never implied you were.”

You giggled. “I did have fun last night though.” You lied, swallowing the bile that threatened to come up your throat.

He nodded. “Me too. Do you…think we can do it again?”

You smiled sadly. “I’m afraid not. Our vacation is almost over and I don’t want my husband getting too suspicious.” Just then, you faintly hear the creaking of a door opening. From behind the henchman, you spotted Tom’s concerned face. But before James in front of you could react to the noise, you pulled him to you. “But…how about a goodbye kiss? For the memories?” You grinned, capturing your lips with his, a surprised noise coming from his mouth. You opened your eyes and gestured for Tom to get out of there. He gave you one last angry reluctant look before obeying you, running off as silently as possible.

James pulled away with a breathless chuckle. “Man, I will miss these pretty lips of yours.” He wiped his thumb over your bottom lip, making you shiver uncomfortably, but he took it as a good thing. “I hope you’ll be thinking of me whenever you’re fucking your boring husband.”

Not likely, creep. “It’ll be hard not to. Well, enjoy the rest of your vacation.” You blew him a kiss before walking away, trying to calm your heart from beating out of your chest. That was the worst. You wanted to wash your mouth out with soap.

Right around the corner, Tom pulled you to him, making you almost let out a yelp of surprise. “Are you alright?” He grabbed your face gently, looking you over with an adorable concern.

You smiled. “Yes, yes, I’m fine. Told you I could get out of trouble better than you could.”

Tom’s eyes darkened. “Well, I’m sure it’s easier when you have these.” You gasped as Tom groped your breasts from over your shirt, making you lightly slap him, but he only giggled mischievously.

“So, did you plant all the bugs?”

“Yep, thanks to you. You gave me more time. I owe you one.”

“You sure do. I’ve had my fair share of that douchebag.” You cringed with a groan, the taste of that man’s mouth still sticking to your lips unbearably.

“Me too.”

You furrowed your brows. “What do you mean you too? You didn’t have to sleep with him.”

Tom frowned. “Yes. But I gotta tell ya, I was mad jealous. I felt like I was gonna punch a wall or something. I almost pulled him off you back there to do exactly that: punch the bastard.”

“Then our cover would’ve been blown.”

He shrugged. “Not if I played the husband role, angry that my wife was with another man. Which…isn’t that far off, if I’m being honest.”

You chuckled. “Well, when this mission is over and we’re back home, you have my permission to punch any guy that tries to hit on me.”

Tom stopped in his tracks, just steps away from your shared hotel room. “Wait…” He suddenly blushed bright red. “Does that mean…I’m your boyfriend?”

You couldn’t stop your own blush painting your face, looking down and smiling bashfully. “I mean, yeah. If you want to be?” Tom grinned widely, suddenly picking you up and spinning you around, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Your giggles bounced around the echoey hallway as he placed quick pecks all over your face and neck, tickling you until you gently pushed him off. “Happy, are you?” You laughed in amusement.

“You have no idea.” You may have had an idea…

For the rest of the day and every day after leading up to the actual meeting, all you and Tom did was listen in through the planted bugs. It was surprisingly super boring. Anything heard was very few and far between. Nothing of substance was ever said. All the noises that came from the bugs was the shuffling and creaking of people moving around and moving around furniture you assumed.

Your handler informed you and Tom that a team was being sent in, and your job was to make sure to tell that team when the meeting was well under way and to make sure every person of importance was there so they could be arrested. It didn’t sound like a difficult process, but you made sure to prepare for anything.

The day of, you were loading and prepping your weapons while Tom was listening to the live audio feed, his face in deep concentration. He looked cute and you wanted to say so, but you figured it would’ve been inappropriate at a time like this. An uncomfortable tension filled the air that forced your hands to shake, which couldn’t have come at a worse time. You tried taking deep breaths, but it didn’t work. You hid it as best you could. You and Tom already had gotten into an argument about who was going to be the one to direct the rest of the team where the meeting room was. He did not want you down there, at all. But your stubbornness got the better of you and you didn’t let him win. You’d be fine, you were sure of it. You were going to have to head down to the first floor of the hotel soon, staying with the team until Tom radioed that the meeting was almost over.

“Don’t try to be a hero.” Tom told you. “Self preservation before anything else, got it?”

You promised him, if only to ease his nerves. You weren’t going to make any dumb decisions, that wasn’t like you. But you couldn’t promise you wouldn’t get hurt even if you made the smartest choices, the job couldn’t guarantee it, you knew that. But you’d rather get hurt than Tom, that much you were sure of.

The shake of your hands stopped as you loaded your gun’s magazine, just as Tom turned his head to you and nodded. “Be safe.” He spoke, his brows furrowed in worry.

You gave him a reassuring smile. “I will. I’ll see you soon.”

“You better.”

You shook off your nerves and exited the hotel room without another word or glance back at Tom, leaving him and praying you’d see him again, maybe take him on a proper date after all this nonsense was over.

You met up with the team, and they gave you your own bulletproof vest in case things went sideways. You briefed them on where this meeting was and how to get there, pointing to the place on the map of the hotel layout. And after almost an hour of standing around and waiting for shit to hit the fan, your walkie finally sounded off and Tom’s voice spoke over the radio. “They’re starting to trade.”

That was the cue.

You and the team went out, speeding down the halls to the conference room. You could feel your heartbeat in your pulse as the doors were kicked open, threatening yells and weapons being pointed, but the crime boss ordered his henchman’s weapons be pointed back at them. That’s when shit finally hit the fan.

You ducked as bullets went flying across the room, at everyone on either side, the shots echoing loudly and making your eardrums ring. You didn’t let it bother you as you were preoccupied with finding cover, getting your own weapon out and finding a target. You never thought your life would come to this, taking another human being’s life. But it was either you or them. It was at this moment you wondered if you ever should’ve joined this field in the first place. A bullet flying way too close to you snapped you out of those thoughts, forcing you to shoot back. You locked eyes with a familiar face, one you hoped you’d never see again. But of course it was him, James. You watched as the man’s face furrowed in anger, clearly fooled and feeling stupid himself. He should’ve known something was off about you, but too little too late.

The shooting suddenly stopped as the crime boss yelled out in surrender, holding his hands up above the table he was hiding behind, telling his men to stop their own firing. Your team shouted at everyone to put their weapons down and put their hands up, and they all complied fearfully. Your team came out from their cover as the dust seemed to clear, moving to finally apprehend these people. You watched, trying to calm your heartbeat as you felt relief wash over you. You did it, you and Tom. You almost couldn’t believe it.

Just as you realized everything was going to be okay, three shots rang out.

Before you could comprehend what had happened, you were on the floor. Pain surged through your entire body, making it difficult to find the source of the pain. You groaned as a team member ran to you, getting on their knees and quickly putting pressure on what you figured was a bullet wound. You struggled to lift your head to figure out what exactly happened, and you managed to see James on the floor dead, bleeding a puddle of blood beneath him. Karma’s a bitch, you thought. You didn’t think fucking him for information would come back to bite you in the ass, but here you were, bullet not in your ass, but your shoulder. The two other shots thankfully hit your vest, but it still hurt like hell. The bruises you felt instantly forming from those other two shots made you wince, more pressure being added from your comrade making you cry out.

“Shh, don’t move.” The person above you spoke. “Medic!”

“Wasn’t planning on it.” You grunted.

From another room, you could hear angry shouts, immediately recognizing the voice as Tom’s. Man, he was going to be pissed at you. But you found it hard to care as you felt blood leaving your body in copious amounts, even with the multiple hands putting pressure on it and miles long amount of gaze being stuffed onto your shoulder. “We need to get her to a hospital now.” The medic spoke urgently. You felt like a loser as your vision started to dim, trying your best to keep yourself awake. But it was out of your control.

Everything after that was a blur. You could hear the sound of sirens, lights flashed above your fluttering eyelids, the smell of cleaning supplies and chemicals making its way into your nostrils, the feeling of a warm hand holding yours. You couldn’t make any sense of it, not until you finally regained full consciousness laying in a hospital bed.

Your eyes squinted as you tried to adjust to the light, even if they were dimmed for your sake. You moaned as you tried to sit up, but you were quickly held in place gently. “No, no, don’t try to move.” The anxious tension in your body alleviated slightly as your eyes landed on Tom’s face, a weak smile coming to your lips. “The doctors said you can’t move yet.”

You inhaled deeply, despite the awful smelling chemicals of the ER. Your mouth was horrifically dry, your lips chapped and tongue like sandpaper in your mouth. “Water.” You choked out, cringing at the hoarseness of your voice. Tom helped you take a few sips of water, which made you feel so much better but also embarrassed that you couldn't even help yourself at that moment. “What happened?”

Tom’s lips upturned in a wry, amused smile. “You were shot.”

You scoffed, chuckling lightly even though it hurt. “I know that. I mean, what happened after I blacked out. I don’t remember, obviously.”

Tom lost his weak smile, grabbing and holding your hand. “Doctor said the bullet hit your brachial plexus. You had to go into surgery to repair it.”

“Well shit, that doesn’t sound good. I’d be more upset if I knew exactly what a brachial plexus is.” You joked, which earned a reluctant chuckle from Tom.

“It’s nerves that allow your arm to move, basically.”

“Oh…” You frowned. “That is bad.”

“...yeah.”

“Well? Did the doctors fix it?”

Tom’s eyes briefly lightened up and he nodded slightly. “They did. They got you to the hospital fast, thankfully. But it looks like you’re gonna be out of commission for several months while you recover, lots of physical therapy and bedrest.”

You groaned. “Ugh, not bedrest.” Tom sighed in exasperation, putting his head in his hands. “Tom?” You tried to reach out for him as you started to hear soft sniffles, coming out muffled from behind his hands, but it sent a spark up pain through your body. “Tom, come on, look at me.”

Tom’s eyes were a bright blue from the tears that were flowing down his face. He looked exhausted, both physically and emotionally. “You lied to me. You told me you were gonna be safe.” He exhaled a shuddering breath.

“I was…until that asshole decided to get revenge on me.” You slightly chuckled, but Tom’s frown only deepened. “I’m sorry. I never wanted you to worry. It’s just…this is part of the job. There was always a chance I’d get hurt, any of us.”

“That’s exactly why I wanted to be down there and not you.”

You shook your head, well, tried to. “No. I’d have rather died than put your life in danger.”

Tom scoffed angrily. “Why? Why do that?”

“Because if you died…a part of me would’ve died too.” Your voice wavered, unwanted tears spilling over and falling down your cheeks. “I love you too, Tom.” You looked away from his intense and unwaveringly loving gaze, too overwhelming to handle. You sniffled. “I’m sorry if that’s selfish of me. But I simply care about your life more than mine…I’ve never felt this way before, about anyone. It’s terrifying.”

You looked back at him as he took your hand with his, running his thumb over your slightly bruised knuckles. “I guess I’m selfish too, because I feel the same way. Which is why I’m fuckin’ pissed at you.” He spoke, but his tone held no semblance of anger and his gaze was just as loving as before.

You couldn’t help but smile. “You can’t be mad when I’m injured.” You teased, causing him to roll his eyes and look down to hide a grin of his own. “Can’t complain when you’re taking care of me either. You have to listen to my every demand.” You giggled.

“Are you asking me to move in with you?” He raised a brow, making you blush furiously.

“Uh, I, um, only if you, uh-”

Tom interrupted you with a laugh, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles. “Of course. Besides, you couldn’t keep me away even if you tried.”

“That’s good to know.” Then you realized, “Hold on, wait. How’d you even get in here? Isn’t visiting for family only?”

Tom smirked as he held up his left hand, the fake wedding ring still on his finger. “Can’t keep a husband away from his wife, can they?”

uh...kinda overdid it, didn't I? oh well haha

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dreamingof-angels · 3 months ago

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AHAHA!! Halloween pfps for @sugar-puppy06 and I are DONE (they were done awhile ago but I almost posted them to the wrong account... oops. no wonder I couldn't find them in my drafts.)

My pfp is JD from Heathers, since I've gotten back into Heathers recently. I had fun with messing around with black and white, will probably end up doing it again, if I'm honest. sugar-puppy's pfp is... well, Beetlejuice. But it's kind of a combo between all three versions

WARNING: There is one with blood under the cut!!! please be warned. if you are not a fan of that, please do not proceed!!

I wanted to add more blood but I had to make it safe for a server I mod for and didn't want to go too over the top with it at the same time. May mess around and add more blood, see how I feel about it later on.

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danganronpa-headcanons-imagines · 1 year ago

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Fuyuhikos birthday is coming up (aug 15) and I really love him, I was wondering if you have any Fuyuhiko x Reader(sfw) birthday headcannons?

Oh my god birthday boy!! I'm always happy to celebrate fandom birthdays, lets do this!

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Fuyuhiko Birthday Headcanons

Fuyuhiko's birthday is complicated

He was born into power as a Yakuza leader and was taught to be intimidating and mature

He never really... had birthdays before. Everytime it would come up it was never emphasized or celebrated, the most he would get would be a small birthday wish from Peko. Even then she had to do that in private to avoid scrutiny

Seeing all the other kids in the area have parties always stung a bit. All the friends and gifts and cake were so tantalizing yet so far away. It was even worse as he was never allowed to join any party, he just had to watch from afar

The one time a family member tried to throw him a party it was just a mess. So many random people in power, overwhelming music blaring, hundreds of gifts that weren't even stuff he liked, it was just awful for him. It came to the point that he dreaded his birthday every year

So when you came along and started asking him about his birthday, he kinda blanked. Fuyu had no idea how to respond, and almost got defensive about it. What were you planning, were you mocking him or something?

It took awhile but you eventually got him to slightly understand your intentions, but still got no real input or enthusiasm

When his birthday came he honestly expected either nothing or everything. Either radio silence or a big over the top stupid party. Both sounded awful to him on different extremes

So when he came home and found you in his kitchen with Peko, a small funfetti cake on the table with a lit candle on top, and two small wrapped presents to the side... he actually started to cry

Never in his life had someone done something so sweet and thoughtful. You took into account his comfort levels and emotions instead of just doing what you would like. This party was for him, and only him

Peko quickly got tissues to wipe his face as you lead him inside by the hand

You and Peko gave your own little speeches about how much he means to you two, and how important his happiness means to you. This got the tears running again, oops

Finally turning off the eye faucets, he was able to compose himself and open his gifts

Peko got him a brand new suit and tie in his favorite color, with a big bag of his favorite candy hidden inside

You got him a customized silver watch with a dragon on the clock face. On the underside you had the date you got together engraved, along with a small heart and your initals

Thankfully he managed to not start crying again, but you could see the joy building as he put the watch on and caressed the suit fabric

After he blew out his candle, you all enjoyed a slice of cake and just had a great time! You put on some music while Peko told stories about their childhood together (Fuyuhiko was so embarrassed it looked like his blushing face was gonna explode)

At the end of the day, you asked him what he wished for. He smiled and said it wasn't important, so you shrugged it off

But in reality...

Fuyuhiko made a wish that the three of you could do this together every year, for the rest of his life

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longbobmckenzie · 4 months ago

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THTH Season 3 Thoughts

It's been awhile since I've done a thoughts post, but we're over halfway now, and I definitely have some thoughts.

Overall, I'm enjoying the season - I adore Taz, and I look forward to playing it every week. However... I also have a lot of criticisms.

The Love Interests

The love interests are carrying this season!! Taz is the only one I'm really in love with, but I think they're all really good and well-rounded, and there's something for everyone. They have a lot of depth, their loyal routes develop at a really nice pace, and I love that they can be customized! They're the best part of the season and imo they're what make it as enjoyable as it is. Unlike...

The OG "Friends"

I hate them all, and I have since the very first week. Sean is a self-centred annoying asshole (I know some people like him and think he just needs to mature, but he's a big fat no from me). Victoria is an ugly bitch who just uses others to get off. Julian has annoyed me from day 1 with his dramatics, and I didn't like Giselle either but she's only gotten worse and worse. Like girl, if you don't even like Sean that much, maybe don't have sex with him? She's being treated as a sympathetic character, but she wasn't being manipulated or emotionally abused, and she could have spoken her mind. Asshole.

I honestly have had no desire to take the options that give friendship points, so my meters are barely filled for any of them and as a result I lost money when they didn't agree with me when I wanted to forfeit $10k when Poppy and Julian were in the suite. Oops.

The FTL Routes

I really like Avi, and while Poppy was annoying at first, I know people who are doing her route are really loving it. I love the slow burn friends-to-lovers thing so I really love this element - however I would have much preferred it if they were OGs. For Avi especially, it didn't really make sense that he kissed us on the date only to immediately friendzone us. I think it would have made so much more sense if he were there from the beginning and we started out purely as friends.

The "Spy" Storyline

Not a fan of this. Bad Lana is one thing (we'll get to that) but I think this just... doesn't make that much sense? idk. I don't have a fully fleshed out opinion on this or how I'd do it differently, but I think it would've been better in a season without Bad Lana.

Bad Lana

I watched the new season of the show where Bad Lana made her appearance, and I do think it's really neat that they were given that info ahead of time to add it to the game. However, I wish they'd followed how it was done in the show, where the Bad Lana ruling period was at the beginning (they did mention that they had this as well and had lots of fun with it), and then the two people who took advantage of it the most were sent into banishment. Having another Bad Lana ruling period (and then adding the banishment which is coming up in the next episode) right in the middle of the show just doesn't work quite as well to me?

Also, what is the point of getting green lights during Bad Lana's ruling period? We could kiss without them anyway!

MC as the Bombshell

I have mixed feelings on this - I loved being the bombshell and getting the free pass, however... there's just no impact. You pick an LI, you automatically connect, and other than Carmen, none of the partners really care? I would've preferred coming into a situation where the couple was actually a couple and I had to work a bit to turn their head (or maybe even switch to the other person, that'd be fun).

Tying this into the Bad Lana point above, I think it would've made a lot more sense if MC were an OG in this season to experience the Bad Lana period at the beginning. Kiss a couple people, get sent to banishment. To me, that would've been a lot more interesting.

Branching

The branching has been fine (although there have been some continuity errors if you stick with the same LI each time), but I think it was better in S2. I remember always being blown away by how much branching there was in S2, and this season just hasn't had that. It's still good and nothing to complain about, but I'd like to see improvements each season, or at least keeping the same level, rather than taking a slight step back.

Especially now that there are some people who are being banished despite not breaking any rules? How does that make sense? At least in S2, you could be eliminated or not depending on your choices.

The Spicy Scenes

These have been great so far, and I love that they're personalized to each LI and stay consistent with their character. No criticisms here!

The Confessionals

I love, love, love that we don't have a whole episode dedicated to confessionals anymore. And no more dumb quizzes

Cliffhangers

Please, for the love of donuts, not every chapter needs to end on some dramatic soap opera cliffhanger. This week alone, the chapters end as follows:

MC is shocked to walk in on Jirayu and Carmen in the sauna

MC is shocked that someone is having sex (despite the fact she literally just had sex in my route)

Lana's announcement

It's just kinda cheesy at this point, especially the 2nd chapter ending. It's Bad Lana's ruling period, people are having sex, what is there to be surprised about? And the fact that sooo many chapters end like this? Walking in on other people, jumping to conclusions, etc. It's getting old. It's one thing if the whole episode has a cliffhanger of some sort (still not really necessary), but each chapter? c'mon. Let's stop with the dramatics.

Edited to add:

Background Characters

It's kind of disappointing that if you're not romancing one of the LIs, you just... never see them. The storyline is dominated by the "friends" and your own LI (and Carmen/Jirayu with a minor plotline), and then there's always that one other couple that breaks rules, but otherwise, they all fade into the background. It's a lot like S1 again, whereas one of the things I appreciated about S2 was that the LIs you weren't romancing were still a big part of the story. In S3, if you don't choose their scenes, you just never see them. I hardly know anything about Beatriz, Carmen, or Isla, because I don't take their scenes and barely interact with them. On my Taz route, I've barely spoken to Jirayu or Matthias.

Now that we're pretty much locked in, maybe those characters will start being included more (like in today's episode where we had the chance for a threesome with the couple we've interacted with the least), but I would have really appreciated them being included more up to this point. It's a noticeable change from S2 and since I hate the OG "friend" characters, it's a real negative.

I feel like I had more things to touch on but I've forgotten them, so I'll stop here! Would love to know if you agree, disagree, or have anything else to add!

#longbob has thoughts #thth #thth game #thth3 #thth season 3 #thth the game #too hot to handle game

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swearyshera · 1 year ago

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Alice,

I've loved being able to read Sweary She-Ra through the years. I happened upon it only a few months after finishing She-Ra (I was late to the party due to not having Netflix, oops), and it gave me so much wonderful content to keep my excitement for the series alive.

The way you explored the characters, especially Catra's mental health and her relationship with Shadow Weaver, helped give me a new understanding and greater appreciation of them. I bring up Catra specifically because, I'll be honest, I wasn't a big Catra fan for awhile. I liked her well enough, then kinda didn't in season 4, but grew fond of her again around season 5. But you helped me understand her thought-process, and I came to like her more because of it. I really like that you also handled her in a nuanced way, where, as you've said many times, you explained her behavior without excusing it, and that made all the difference.

One of the things I really appreciated about your take on She-Ra was how apparent your intelligence was, as well as your writing skill. It wasn't just "Catra says fuck and Glimmer has killed dozens," even though it could have been--you went the extra mile (or kilometer, since you're British :P) and gave us a variety of jokes, as well as mood shifts from comedic to tragic to dramatic to hopeful. All of the characters felt like themselves, even though they were pushed up to 11 and had some creative liberties taken, such as Frosta being a demon and Hordak's Geordie accent. You had a good handle on all of them, which can be very hard to do with a large cast, especially one written by another writer.

I also really appreciated that you took the time to answer asks and build a community here. It gave us lovely jokes such as Bob (that's right, I haven't forgotten about him), Catra's age, and Entrapta reading our comments. I've always been very shy online, but seeing you having such nice interactions with fans helped me open up, and I'm glad I did! I used to ask anonymously from time to time (yes, my first ask was about DT, all the way back during your start on season one, what else would it be? XD), and I'm glad I've gotten to chat and joke with you, as have the rest of us.

I'm so glad that you stuck with this and created such a wonderful fan-series. We never got a movie, but this was just as good, in my opinion. It was like watching SPOP for the first time all over again. I'm excited to see what you create next, be it SPOP-related or not. I hope the future has great things in store for you.

You brought us laughs, tears, and spectacular Glimmer-swears, and your blog means so much to so many people. You mean so much to so many people. I hope you find success in your future endeavors!

FOR THE HONOR OF GAYSKULL!

What can I say, it's truly been an honour (of Gayskull) to write something that I had no idea brought so much to many people. I'm genuinely quite humbled by the reaction.

I always wanted to be fair to all the characters, to show their reasons without necessarily validating the invalid stuff that they've done, and that particularly came across with Catra. It's no secret that I see a lot of parallels between her and my own history, but I've applied the same take-no-shit but be kind approach that I took with myself over the years. And I've learned a lot about mental health during that time, so I could give that sometimes painful realism, but also know just how to make fun of it in the right way.

In some ways, I feel like the characters I've written have taken on their own personality that's very distinct from the original, and that's probably why I think there's a little more mileage in them yet. Both in terms of original stuff (my pilot script Snowflakes has almost 1:1 versions of DT and Perfuma!), but also in the possibility for creating more Sweary stuff, and that is slowly taking shape - although I am taking it easy for a bit, I've already outlined a story which I'd love to make into an audio drama. Currently workshopping it with a couple of people, so watch this space...

It has been a joy to get so many asks from people, yourself included, and my inbox will always be open. I'm not going anywhere for a while! You were very much my DT-asker-in-chief, and I'm super glad you enjoyed their scenes (heck, you even got them a cameo at the end!). So thank you immensely for the support.

I'm happy I've been able to contribute to a wonderful fandom in such a way, and I'm eager to keep on giving back to a community that has given me so many amazing friends.

FOR THE HONOR OF GAYSKULL!

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belosmobilityscooter · 2 years ago

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One draft that I had stored up for awhile. this one took me forever and I really liked the opening but it was hard finding motivation to continue, ugh I still have brain rot for this awful stinky carcass of a man. This was going to be a x reader fic that had Belos being hit by a car and getting nursed back to health but I got carried away with the details… oops.. anyways here it is

A rolling streak of white lightning echoed through the dark night, thunder crackling hard above the branch-darkened forest floor. Wet, rotting mulch and bramble underbrush were crushed beneath long, crooked appendages as a hulking form barreled through the wilderness, a shrill shriek warbled out from a disfigured maw as another sound of angry storm boomed above the harsh pound of rain. God was angry with him. His heart pulsed wildly in between the bones of his disjointed ribs, pounding erratically in his ears.

God knew what he had done, and his fury was not unspoken. The world was so loud, so great and booming like it was about to split apart and swallow him whole. He had failed his righteous duty, his mission to protect humanity had been foiled, the sacrifices he had made, the toil he endured, for nothing. Torment was awaiting him.

The world no longer made sense, a shallow hollow reflection of what was, what he used to believe. Dark shadows swam at the edges of his vision, trees melding into trees and then into monsters in the corner of his gaze. An ensemble of a cruel and vicious mockery, red-eyed imitations giggling and cackling madly as they grasped and clawed and tore, trying to drag him under as he fled. Children and men alike, red eyes blazing like a kerosene fire, his failures, his monsters.They had come to take him. He was consumed by a fear he hadn’t known in so long, his very being degraded to nothing more than a beast of his own fabricating. He was no longer a man, or the Emperor, or a witch finder, or a prophet, he was an animal.

He was afraid.

He threw back his antlered head, shrieking. The beady, burning sapphires in the hollow sockets of his eyes turned upwards fearfully, following the churning, black clouds brimming above, stealing away the stars. His Lord would had forsaken him, he was left to the mercy of vengeful demons come to wretch him down to fire and brimstone.There was no reprieve to receive from the onslaught, the quaking branches hung above did nothing to take the brunt of the sheets of cold, icy water that showered down, hitting the gnarled verdant of his thinly-stretched, mud streaked skin. There would be nobody to lift him away from the enclosing vise of the hell-ish creatures agonizing the man. Another hot rod of lightning struck down, somewhere closer and he skidded.

A ghostly figure loomed right in front of him, wide, pale gaze illuminated against the black like a broken mirror left to rot in the blight of nature retaken. His pale, sickly face slick with blood of his own, shed by blood of his blood, his mouth hung open in a scream forever silenced. An unwilling muse of creation in a cycle of horror and grief. He let out a broken snarl, carried away by the viscous howling of the wind and ran straight through the spirit. Shards of decaying cedar exploded as he hurtled through a fallen tree, ripping roots from the sodden earth in the process.

Branches slipped behind and then, the wide expanding torrent of the storm was upon Philip

The forest around him disappeared as he burst into an open expanse, his concave nostrils flaring as something metallic and foul met his senses. The laughs and jeers fell away as he surged, going faster than he likely ever had in his life. Where or when he was didn’t matter, it was just him, fleeing for his life, afraid and unknowing of the world beyond the chase.

The wind and flood whipping at his battered form, trees, terrorizing mountains broken only by a dip in the path. He was going too quickly to slow his momentum as he lurched across a road, a deafening roar rising above the thunder. Twisting around sharply, he swerved, his confusion mingled with hot fear as a burning, white light eclipsed him.

A short gasp was all that managed to escape his maw before he was struck.

He was falling, numbness firing through his nerves before everything in his body erupted into sharp pain, like his muscles and bones were being torn asunder. Lights blurred with sound, falling together as incoherently as he was. His teeth gritted futilely, waves of stomach nauseating, churning pain crashing over his being more and more in an amalgamation of agony, skull slamming and spiraling. Plunging down and down until abruptly, it stopped.

He laid across the pavement, still.

The world was a blanket of quiet, blissfully calm and eternally deep. Everything was still, silent, more silent than anything had been in such a long time. His voice couldn’t reach him here, in this serene heaven of dark, nor could its accompanying demon chorus of accusations and shouts. It was pleasant.

Nothing else was important, or really mattered in that moment, not currently. And for once, he was okay with that.

And then, like a gunpowder cannon, sound exploded.

Everything came flooding in, an ear splitting ringing taking hold, sensations pouring back into the body that desperately fought to keep itself alive despite all. Philip lolled his head to the side, eyes twitching, following the shadowy outlines of his surroundings that faded in and out, black dots clouding his vision.

He felt like a creature brought down by an arrow, struck right through ribs before running a pace and then falling dead. An arrow. Were there any arrows? Were arrows supposed to hurt in such a terrible way? When was the last time he’d been hit by an arrow? Usually these questions wouldn’t have an answer, for Philip could hardly recall a time from before he went to the Demon Realm. So long ago as it was, that all melted away to venom in his heart.

However at this moment he recalled distinctly. Twelve winters, he had gone alone out to forest looking for game while his brother was out working his apprenticeship. He with remarkable accuracy remembered how excited he found himself on that day, considering he managed to provide himself two pheasants. ‘ We’ll eat as kings shall ‘ he had remarked, breath billowing in the frost-bitten air, hard-packed glimmering snow crunching underneath his ragged boots. Despite the fact his fingers were numb cold and he was shivering, trying to draw his threadbare coat over his shoulders, as if that would somehow retain the warmth that wasn’t there. And so, too preoccupied with his catch, he had not taken notice of the arrow that came whistling out of the underbrush. And cried out in pain when it struck him through his shoulder.

He remembered the pain, and in comparison that now seemed a lot better.

His mouth hung open, desperately trying to form words, a cry for his pain, but instead he let out a quiet, broken moan. He wheezed, the noise reverberating through his distorted, aching body as each ragged breath unsteadily filled his lungs.

Philip had been afraid he would die that day, and of course when one was so young they knew no better and couldn’t tell the difference between a mortal wound and a survivable one. The arrow, which had only gone through his shoulder, had healed after a month or so with the tender care of neighbor and the warmth and company of his brother. The only thing that resulted was a several year period of discomfort.

This however..

Philip was afraid.

He could feel his heat ebb from his body as the cold rain washed it away. He could handle pain- he could handle it, but being afraid?

He did not like being afraid.

Philip wanted to thrash and wrench and throw, he would not-

He would not go like this. He came too far.

But his body failed him, he was too weak and his body resisted against his mind’s commands, the pain was too much.

Philip didn’t want to die.

He couldn’t go-

…

What was that sound?

Then, he paused. Staring blankly ahead, as he strained against the ringing-vibrations pounding within his skull.

Distantly, like the noise of music from the next room over, faintly he heard singing.

Singing?

How strange.. Why would anyone be singing?

And suddenly Philip had to wonder if there actually was anyone singing at all, that didn’t seem so odd out of all the terribly horrible things that had happened to him yet. In fact, it wasn’t that strange at all. He was content with that answer as he felt himself slipping away, it didn’t matter as the other things didn’t quite matter anymore either. The man felt himself going numb.

Was he dying? The thought came to him slowly, like the dim light just barely seen in the distance against the cool orange sky of an autumn dawn. There was this vague feeling that he probably should have been fighting this harder, he needed to survive. As he had always done before, despite the gaping wounds, the weapons wrenched inside of him, the raging storms, the blood loss and sorrow, but he had done all of that for so long, and he was very tired. So as against his nature it was, like a sick animal, he simply stayed down and let the cold feeling envelope him.

His gaze shifted slightly, catching shadows at the edge of his vision, feeling them drawing closer to him.

A lone figure sauntering forth from the darkness enclosing him. “ Caleb? “

He mouthed the words but nothing came from his lips, just a silence, terrible and lonely.

The storm and song washed over the witchfinder, the world falling away as the calm blanket of death slowly fell upon him as he finally lost consciousness.

#emperor belos #the owl house #toh belos #hessowrinklyandevilhessopookie #emperor belos x reader

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swiftsaltsweet · 3 days ago

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The Hunt for Kyoshi: Chapter 12- The Decision

Characters: Rangi and Kyoshi (plus whoever appears in Rok)

Pairing: Rangshi

Summary:

“What are we going to do?” She asked steely, still not looking up from the ground. She was ready to uphold her duty, or at least, what remained of it. “We need you to capture Kyoshi,” Jianzhu instructed. “Capture?” “Yes, we need to set an example of an Avatar murderer,” Jianzhu responded, oh so matter of factly again.

(Canon Divergent AU- “What if Rangi wasn’t there when Kyoshi ran away, and Rangi had to hunt her down?)

Other Sites: AO3

A/N: *walking in lost, dazed and confused* O-oh! Long time no see! It's been awhile! :'D Um thank you for sticking around, I know I was dragging my feet with this ;w; (I swear this fic is cursed, every time I start it I get sick *sob* that and trying to make sure Rangi's mindset both went the way it needed to go and stayed consistent was rough).

But um, even tho I didn't get the other chapters for this arc done like I wanted. I did want to send this year off with one more chapter from Hunt. You know, end the year how it started (kinda, well you can say end my Rangshi year with how it started jkdlsajf). Even though Thief was being written before this, this is the one I published first. I gotta treat my angsty baby to something!

So yeah, thank you for joining me and sticking with me here in 2024 (regardless if it was this fic, one of my other ones, or from something else entirely). I really appreciate you all. TTwTT And I hope I can deliver more in 2025! o7

(I also realized I need to post the other chapters here oops TT0TT I'll get on that)

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“Did something happen between you and Yun?” Rangi asked nonchalantly as she inspected a nearby flower.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Kyoshi flinch as she crouched over the garden. “No. Why do you ask?” Kyoshi tried keeping her voice even, but there was a slight change in her cadence, just for a moment.

Liar.

“Something just felt different,” Rangi mumbled. If only she had the courage to just say ‘I saw you two in the gifting room.’ But perhaps it was for the best, she might not like the outcome of the conversation that followed it. At least for the moment, their relationship could live in blissful ignorance.

Kyoshi playfully scoffed and pushed her shoulder against Rangi’s. “Please, the three of us are always together. I think we’d all know if something changed.”

Always together? She thought sarcastically. Then she chastised herself. No, she’s just being hyperbolic…

The irony of that statement was not lost on Rangi, Yun technically wasn't with them at the moment. Just like how Rangi hadn't been with them the other day. The times Rangi and Yun were alone together? Those didn’t count. It wasn’t the same. Rangi and Yun were in love with Kyoshi, not each other.

The memory of that day replayed in Rangi’s mind. Her eyes darkened with jealousy, but she didn’t let the rest of her face show it. “I suppose you’re right.” She wished Kyoshi would at least be honest that she had feelings for Yun. It would probably make the whole Fire Lily Incident a bit easier to stomach, because at least she would know her friend trusted her.

Maybe that was it? Kyoshi didn't trust her to talk about her obvious bullies from the village, or about her past. She didn’t trust her to confide in her past, the past Rangi had to get out of Auntie Mui. Could it be that Rangi was the problem? Did Rangi do something that deemed her untrustworthy in the eyes of her beloved friend?

Rangi turned her attention to picking at some flower’s leaves to calm herself, softly rubbing her nail along its skin, feeling the grooves. She kept at it for who knows how long, when suddenly a bunch of white and orange specks flitted by her face. She accidentally inhaled one through her nose, and it caused her to sneeze.

She fell back onto her butt and rubbed at her nose with her sleeve. She stopped when she heard laughter beside her. Kyoshi was covering her mouth with one hand, trying to hold her laughter back. In her other hand held the weapon. A now emptied dandelion-tiger weed.

“What are you doing?! You’re going to spread those seeds throughout the garden!” Rangi yelled at her, annoyed. Kyoshi was smarter than this, why would she risk ruining the garden?

Instead of feeling embarrassed or ashamed by Rangi’s impromptu scolding, Kyoshi’s laughter erupted, unable to be contained.

“W–what? What are you laughing at?”

Kyoshi was gasping for air. “Y–you!”

Rangi flushed in embarrassment. Great, another hit to her pride. She just figured out the girl she was in love with was in love with someone else, their best friend and the Avatar no less. And now she was laughing at her. This was the worst week ever. She may as well confess and ruin their friendship right now to truly cement it.

“Why?!” Rangi grumbled.

“I–I’ve never seen you sneeze before!” Kyoshi was wiping away tears from her eyes. “It was like a canon! You sneezed out fire, and it flew you back!” The memory of it caused her to double over in a new wave of giggles. She clutched at her sides and curled up on the ground.

Rangi bit her lip. Her cheeks were still flushed from embarrassment, but thinking of how silly she may have looked and seeing how gleeful it made Kyoshi, made it so Rangi had to fight back her own bout of laughter. She covered her mouth. “Th–that’s not, snrk, funny!” Rangi started to choke, trying to hold the laughter back with her hand. “I–I might’ve, set the, garden, on fire!”

The image of a firebender sneezing so badly that it caused an expensive garden to become alight, set the girls over the edge. Kyoshi kicked her legs as she clutched at her sides. Rangi put her own head between her knees as she shook, chokes of laughter and mirth escaping between her fingers.

The two girls stayed like that until their laughter finally washed over them. “Ok, ok. Remind me not to do that again. I didn’t know this was such a dangerous weapon against firebenders.” Kyoshi held up the stem, almost admiring the weed.

Rangi leaned over and took the item from Kyoshi’s hand, savoring the way their fingers brushed against each other. Maybe Rangi was a masochist, that’s why she kept letting this type of thing happen.

Rangi closely inspected the stem and then set it on fire with just her finger tips. “Yes, very dangerous indeed.”

She looked back at Kyoshi, who was staring at her with an expression Rangi couldn’t exactly place. She raised an eyebrow at the girl, who seemed to zone back in, and scrambled to get into a seiza sitting position. “Ah! Sorry, I was spacing out.” Kyoshi laughed. “Hey, your birthday is coming up, isn’t it? Is there anything you want?”

You. Rangi thought, knowing she couldn’t say it out loud. As long as she could spend part of the day with Kyoshi, then that’s all she needed. Rangi shrugged. “No, I can’t think of anything.”

“Well, you’re easy to shop for,” Kyoshi said sarcastically.

“I could say the same for you!” Rangi shot back, still reeling about how hard it was finding a present for the frugal girl.

“I have everything I could ever ask for already!”

“Same!”

Kyoshi pouted, and then began looking Rangi over thoroughly. Her eyes raked over the shorter girl, starting from the tips of her toes, to the top of her topknot.

“W–what are you doing?” Rangi fought back a blush that was riding up the back of her neck. She wasn't used to Kyoshi staring at her this much.

“Hm,” Kyoshi hummed, stopping to stare at Rangi’s face for a moment, then they wandered upward to linger on her topknot. Then she turned away, having finished looking Rangi over. “I know exactly what to get you.”

She sounded confident.

“Whatever,” Rangi looked away, trying to hide the smile on her face. She wanted to jump with excitement at what Kyoshi had in mind, but she opted to push the other girl’s shoulder playfully instead. “Now hurry up, or we’ll be here forever.”

“If you help me it’ll get done faster,” she turned around to pick up a flower they needed to transplant. “Here I know you love these, you can plant them.” She held out a pot of young fire lily plants.

Rangi couldn’t help herself from recoiling at the sight and smell of the flower, her face scrunched up in disgust. “Ugh, keep those away from me!”

“What? The fire lilies? But I thought they were your favorite flower? You helped me plant these last year!” Kyoshi was shocked.

“Not anymore, the scent makes me nauseous,” Rangi swatted the air, trying to blow the powerful fragrance somewhere else. She didn’t care if she was being childish, the point still stood. She hated the flowers now.

“Oh…” Kyoshi moved the flower away from Rangi’s view, and went to hand her a different one. “Do you have a new favorite flower then?”

Rangi turned back to Kyoshi, her eyes narrowing a little in thought. Her eyes slowly swept the garden, looking for a flower to pretend to like. Nothing caught her eye. Her eyes landed back at Kyoshi, like they always did, always returning to the scene of the crime. She stared longingly at the taller girl’s freckles. Then she heard Autie Mui’s voice in her mind.

“Starpoppy.” She said the words before she could stop herself. “I like starpoppies.”

Kyoshi stared at her confused, and then broke into a smile that made Rangi’s heart thump. “I think I can manage to get some of those.”

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Stars greeted Rangi as she opened her eyes. She marveled at them, forgetting where she was for the briefest of moments, and just stared at the beauty above her. She wanted to savor the moment for as long as she could. Reminiscing of a time when she could stargaze with Kyoshi and Yun.

“Now that was a nice dream, if I do say so myself!” A familiar female voice rang next to her.

Aaaaand the moment was gone.

Rangi sat up and pressed her palms to her eyes and pressed down hard. She needed to get up and resume her journey. She moved her hands around her body, making sure her armor was securely in place, the rucksack she had was still on her person, and lastly, the pin in her topknot was still there.

Her fingers lingered on the cool metal for just a moment as she recalled the dream she had, her heart clenching painfully. She’d forgotten about it until now, with all the commotion going on, and in all honesty was more focused on the tassel that still laid in her rucksack. She cursed herself for forgetting something so important, she should’ve realized and left it back at the mansion. Now it laid on her head like a weight, a shackle. Yet another reminder of what was ruined.

“What a nice trip down memory lane! And you seemed to get a good nap in!” Kyoshi said cheerily, cutting into Rangi’s spiral.

“You mean the memory where you lied about us?” Yun asked, a mocking tone in his voice.

“Ugh, there was no ‘us’!” Kyoshi bit back.

“So you say,” Yun mocked.

“She doesn’t even know what we did or didn’t end up doing!” Kyoshi retorted to him.

“I don't know. I liked to point out fire lilies whenever I could! And you'd blush about as red as one. Something must’ve happened right?”

“Is that a crime? Is it a crime to blush?”

“No, but think of poor Rangi!”

“I do think about her! That's why I never brought it up! You're the one who doesn't care–” Kyoshi started to protest again.

“Will you two shut it? You're giving me a headache,” Rangi snapped at them. It was hard to think when she had two hallucinations gabbering in her ear!

“Oh quit your bellyaching! It's not our fault you lost to the real Kyoshi,” Yun waved at her dismissively.

“It is. You two wouldn't stop your damn commentary during the whole encounter!” It was already hard enough stomaching the real Kyoshi’s words, but having to deal with the peanut gallery? It was a special kind of hell.

“Not the whole encounter,” Kyoshi tried to defend.

“Yeah it was only when she started lying!” Yun said, crouching down behind Rangi and whispering in her ear. “You can’t let her fool you, Rangi! You know the truth AND she's always been so secretive!”

Kyoshi knelt down in front of Rangi, her ghostly hand gently grabbing Rangi’s chin and tilting her head so they could see eye to eye. “You do know the truth, but not all of my truth.”

Rangi glared at the apparition. “Why all the secrets?”

“Because she wants to destroy the world! Me! The Avatar! It’s not that hard to see!” Yun shook her from behind.

“Everyone has secrets Rangi, that’s not illegal. Even you do. Like how you were–no, still are in love with–”

Rangi ripped her head away and grabbed at her ears, “Shut up! Stop talking! I–I’m not–! I’m no longer–!”

“Keep denying it, but it still sounds like you are!” Yun said in a sing-song voice.

“No! I have a duty, I’m going to bring her to justice!”

“So you going to do that while you straddle her or–”

Rangi turned around and threw a punch at the air. It went right through Yun. Because he wasn't there, he didn't exist.

“Woah, woah, calm down tigerdillo! It’s a fair question!” he laughed, and then his voice got low. “I just wanted to test your resolve. Because remember, she's a killer. An enemy of the four nations. She betrayed you, your honor and the Avatar”

Rangi stiffened. Right. Kyoshi was the enemy. She knew that. But it...

“She even sullied master Jianzhu’s name and my name. The Avatar's title. She never cared about being the Avatar before, but suddenly she starts slinging the title around? Why is that?”

Rangi tried to swallow but the action just felt like a rake across her dry throat. It was a struggle for her to even breathe.

“Because she's still trying to manipulate you! She's doing what she does best. She lies.” He grabbed Rangi’s face and made her look him in the eye. “She lied about the fire lilies. Her past. Her feelings and friendships. All to your face. To my face. Unabashedly. She doesn't care, she just wants to control you.”

He dropped his hands from Rangi’s face. Rangi let her body fall forward to where she had to catch her upper body a few inches from the ground. Her body felt so weak as she gasped for air.

Yun knelt down beside her and whispered.

“I bet she even knows about your true feelings for her. Maybe that's why she's aimed for close quarters combat? She knows the more intimate the attack the more you’d hold back.”

Rangi took a ragged breath. It was true. She wasn't sure why but each encounter with Kyoshi did make her feel so much weaker. Her blows didn't have as much impact. Her fire was smaller and more frail. Rangi thought it was because she was so tired from the journey.

But perhaps there was more?

Perhaps there was still a nagging, lingering part of her that was afraid of hurting the Kyoshi she used to love and cherish.

“Kyoshi’s like a poison to you. Look how she makes you weak , she's the reason you're hurt.”

“Rangi you know that's not–” Kyoshi tried to intervene.

“Don't listen to her either. She lies too. Kyoshi always lies.” Yun poked Rangi’s head with a finger. “Whether it’s the real one, or the one in your head. Kyoshi. Always. Lies.” He punctuated each word with a tap of his finger on her forehead.

“Kyoshi always lies,” Rangi repeated. “Kyoshi always lies…”

Yun smiled. “Now you're getting it! Now get up and go get that little deceiver! Bring her back to Yokoya, to master Jianzhu, so he can hand out her punishment! She'll be dead, and then you can finally wash your hands clean of her! Get your honor back, go and help find and protect the new upcoming fire Avatar! You know? The works!”

Rangi knelt there motionless.

“Hello? Earth to Rangi! Helloooooo? Did we break her?”

This isn't right. Rangi thought. Her head sunk to the ground as she grasped at her head, gasping for air with dried sobs. Why? Why was it now dawning on her that Kyoshi would die when she brought her back? Was she stupid? Distracted? Both?

Of course she would die, she killed the Avatar!

She would be bringing her other, only remaining best friend to their death. The same girl that she was in lov–

Rangi let loose an animalistic scream from her lips as she dug her forehead into the dirt below.

How? How was it possible for her world to just keep crumbling? Was there no end?

Rangi sobbed, the tears finally forming again, into the ground for a good long while. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of her own tears. And then a small bubble of air popped its way to her.

“I should be the one to do it.”

“Hm?” Yun’s voice responded as if he had heard the bubble. Or maybe she had actually said it outloud herself? “Do what?”

“I should be the one to do it,” her voice repeated. At least, it sounded like her voice. Except it was distorted and hollow and nullified of all life. It didn’t feel attached to her body anymore. “I should be the one to kill Kyoshi.”

She watched the words fall from her lips like tar. She no longer saw anything in front of her, only a black void.

“Oh! That is interesting, but don’t you think Sifu should do it? I mean, I was his student.”

“I don’t care,” Rangi’s hollowed voice echoed into the void. “You were my friend. My charge, my job. She was my friend. And– and I– I love,” a flare of emotion came back into Rangi’s voice, a choked sob. “I loved her. She betrayed me... more than she did Jianzhu.”

That’s right, in Fire Nation law, Rangi was the one who was more intimately wronged. At least that’s what she would tell herself; she was greatly overlooking just how much the world took stock in rules of teaching lineage and deference when it came to one’s sifus.

Regardless, she had a fair stake to such a claim, therefore, she had the right to end the other’s life, not the executioner. If this was the Fire Nation, she could claim to be the one to deliver the final blow.

It was something that was only doled out for the most heinous crimes that would result in an execution. And nothing was more heinous than killing the Avatar. It was an act that would allow the victim to reclaim their honor. And, depending on how they were executed, the one executed could also die with some honor intact.

And, wouldn’t that be a better ending to this sad tale? Better than bringing the girl back kicking and screaming for some Earth Kingdom execution? Didn’t Rangi deserve to reclaim some of her honor? Didn’t Kyoshi deserve to die with some honor?

Yes, Kyoshi deserved some honor. That was the least Rangi could do for the girl she loved. To die by an old friend’s hands rather than some stranger’s. Even if it was Jianzhu's, her old benefector.

“I have to kill Kyoshi,” Rangi repeated. “I’m going to kill Kyoshi.”

A cold feeling seeped into the core of Rangi’s body as the colors of the world around her faded away. She slowly got up and gathered her things, only vaguely aware of the hallucinations. Their mouths were moving, but she couldn’t hear them anymore. Soon, she most likely wouldn’t see them anymore. She would finally be alone.

No. She was alone. Because of this choice she was making. She knew she wouldn’t be able to continue on afterwards.

Kyoshi always lies. I have to kill her.

Rangi repeated the two lines in her head like a mantra. Needing to steel herself for what she needed to do. To remind herself of what she needed to do.

After she gathered everything, she steadily began her trudge through the dark forest.

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Rangi was sure it was noon, but the forest was so thick that barely any light filtered through the leaves.

She’d been walking for hours with no end in sight. Her only thought was her mantra. Until now.

I don’t know where to go. She finally allowed a new thought to form in her head. She saw a direction Kyoshi had gone, but she could’ve diverted course after she got out of Rangi’s eyeline. There was also the fact that Rangi wasn’t making good time, not without a steed.

Kyoshi could easily land in a village, rest, and be well on her way by the time Rangi got her footing.

Rangi was screwed.

So much for specializing in fleeing and evasion. Can’t even track down your own damn ex-friend.

Still, she didn’t stop her legs from moving forward. There was benefit in just stopping. Positive jing was just too ingrained into her.

It wasn’t until the ground started to rumble and the sound of trees starting to break, that Rangi stopped and inspected her surroundings. She got into a low stance as the ground shook harder, trying to maintain her balance. Rangi braced herself as the snapping grew louder and then–

She was met with two massive black holes staring right back at her. No, not only black, they had a giant, pink, flowering nose that wiggled as if it had a mind of their own. The jaws of the void opened and two long whip-like tongues flashed out.

Rangi used her jet-stepping to dodge them both, and sent a blast at the monster’s direction at the same time. The monsters nimbly dodged her attack and geared up for a counter when a sharp noise rang through the air.

The creatures collapsed on the ground, running their faces across the dirt in agony as their paws tried to clamp over their heads.

“Oh good! We’ve found you!” a voice rang out from the treeline. “You’re Mistress Rangi, correct?”

Rangi looked over and saw a group of Fire Nation men and women with some Earth Kingdom gents as well. They were wearing research attire. One of them wielded a whistle that bothered the creatures severely.

“Headmistress Hei-Ran and Master Jianzhu said you’d need our assistance? That our shirshus would be of great service to you?”

Ah, so they were the shirshu handlers Jianzhu promised Rangi at the beginning of her journey. Which meant…

Those creatures over there are shirshus.

“Thank you, your timing is impeccable,” Rangi said, shaking one of the researcher’s hands.

“Glad we can be of service!” the man beamed at her. “Sorry for their attack, they’re a bit hard to control if I’m being honest. Plus they like to attack what they’re tracking when they finish tracking it down.”

“It’s no problem, I understand,” Rangi said, making a mental note. Shirshus had a paralyzing agent if she recalled correctly. It could be useful in subduing Kyoshi, but she would need to make sure she landed the final blow.

“Do you have a scent for them to track? We have two because they always travel in pairs with their mate.”

“I do, I have two scents they can track, just in case.” Rangi grabbed her rucksack and started to rifle through it. She pulled out the tuffs of Pengpeng’s fur and handed it to the man. Then her fingers grazed the gold tassel.

She paused, deliberating, then moved her hand to clasp Kyoshi’s shoe instead. Despite Rangi’s resolve, she couldn’t bear the tassel accidentally getting ruined. It was…the last thing she could be selfish about, she realized.

The men and women approached the beasts and began administering the different scents to them while blowing on their special whistles.

“Ok, I think they’re set to go! Here, climb on the back of one of these mounts and we can get to tracking!”

“Alright,” Rangi said, as she gazed up at the void of the two monsters, but only saw the voids staring back at her.

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A/N: Me: Remember, to bold Rangi’s thoughts when she’s REALLY going off the deep end! Me: Ok Me: *forgets* Me: Shit gdi *has to re-read to remember where I needed to start bolding* I can’t wait until you calm down girl so you can think straight again. TT0TT

One of the reasons I wanted to wait till I got more chapters done was so you wouldn't be left on THIS cliff hanger. *sobs* With this fic, just remembering that "Things are gonna get angst-ier before they get better". TT0TT

So you can say I'm off hiatus now. I'm going to publish one chapter per week from one of my fics. Right now Two Knives has the most completed chapters. Hunts right behind it but the chapters are half done (the SECOND I get ch 13 done I'll publish it for that week I promise!) but I'm going to try to just....mix it up. Thief has one chapter almost done (it's a big boi, tbh they all feel big TT0TT). Lord help us if I choose a week to just throw one of the new fic/ideas I started on in the background.

Shoot sorry I'm rambling I like to do that. All you need to know is I'm posting one chapter of a random fic a week starting today (I'll make a note on the other fics when I publish their new chapters)! The date isn't set when I post just...it'll be within the week. I look forward to seeing you all there! o7

#rise of kyoshi au #rangshi #rangi #rangi sei'naka #rangi seinaka #shadow of kyoshi #rise of kyoshi #kyoshi #jianzhu #hei-ran #the hunt for kyoshi #hunt for kyoshi #salty fics

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