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[aifastic]

A month or so ago, I got the coolest care package from @tangentburd T.T ♥♥♥ Thank you so much!! There are lots of awesome merch pieces by them and by other wonderful artists -- I promise I will list y'all ASAP, I'm currently going through the grinder fkljdsfljk but I still wanted to share!!

I can't pick a favourite thing ngl but the tea is a hyper lovely touch aaaa ♥♥♥ I love tea and trying new blends always makes me super happy!!!!!!

Also official holographic Valve postcard!!!!1!

I'll reblog-update as soon as I try the teas!! This weekend feels like a good tea time :D ♥ Thank you so much again TB (and pardon the mess everyone fdksjfkl I'm a disorderly person ;-;)

[joelswritingmistress]

Last Halloween: Chapter 25

Summary: After a tragedy involving Joel happened on Halloween one year prior, the town now shuns him while ignoring the details of the now closed case. You are seemingly the only one to offer empathy to a man the town is making out to be a monster.

Warning: Rated M (s m u t/fluff)

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

"What if we were together at this time next year?" You asked Joel, toying with his hair as you laid naked beside him beneath a collection of blankets on an oversized lounge chair.

"I'm counting on it." He slipped a piece of candy corn into your mouth and you smiled, purposely attempting to hold the tip of his finger between your lips for a second or two. "Hoping at least."

"I mean.. would you do it then?" You asked.

"Do what?"

"Run away," you asked. "Start over. With me."

Joel smirked and brought your knuckles to his lips. "I would certainly consider it." He winked and you melted further into the puddle you had become. "Would you?"

You slowly nodded and a smile spread across your face. "They need nurses everywhere. I'll be done with my classes."

"I'm sure I could find work," Joel added.

You were indulging so much in that fantasy that you didn't want to leave that false reality - at least for the time being. A happy ending, you and Joel, this town in your rearview mirror and all the horror left in the past. It was truly dreamy.

Joel leaned toward you and you met him halfway to share a series of kisses. Your fingers curled around his bearded jawline as he moved on to your neck.

The feel of his facial hair against the sensitive skin of your neck left you sighing in his ear. You snaked an arm around his bare shoulders to pull him in closer. Your body naturally slunk down to a supine position on the oversized chair and you ran a hand the length of Joel's back as he nipped along your collar bone.

Your chest heaved up and down with a deep breath you couldn't suppress as your desire climbed again.

And then Joel was sliding lower down your stomach, the blankets still clinging to his body while exposing yours as he took them with him until he kneeled by the end of the footrest. His hands clamped down on your thighs and he kissed down from your lower stomach to the inner crease of your leg.

You arched your hips in anticipation and let out a moan. Your stomach tightened and you bit down on your bottom lip as he moved his face between your legs, positioning in shoulders beneath your thighs.

"Joel." You whined his name from the immediate pleasure. You didn't know whether you wanted to push him back because you couldn't handle the intensity or secure him there permanently.

Joel's arms tightened around your legs and he did things with his tongue that left your entire lower half trembling.

His hair was perfect for grabbing and you simply couldn't help it. You ran your fingertips through his wavy locks and gripped his hair when he indulged in you more thoroughly.

"God.." you gasped the word and as you moved your hips, Joel secured you firmly in place beneath his grasp. His tongue hit places that left you grasping the fabric on the chair and writhing from the pleasure.

You could have came rather easily from Joel going down on you but you wanted all of him.

"Come here," you choked out the words, "Joel."

When he stopped you almost wished you hadn't asked him to. And then his mouth crashed fiercely against yours again and he was inside of you a second later.

Your spread knees raised high up against the outsides of his hips as your hand still tangled his hair. The other squeezed the area where his lower back met the top of his buttocks, welcoming him into you where he belonged.

Joel alternated between kissing you and breathing heavy as he moved on top of you. He moaned each time you did as you fed off of each other's energy.

You knew you would never get sick of this. You could have laid there all night underneath him, letting him kiss you, touch you, whisper against your ear..

When the two of you finally laid still in the darkness you cradled Joel by your chest as he laid with his eyes closed. Your fingers gently stroked through the waves of his hair as you eyed the white, swirling patterns on the ceiling.

Now that you were laying in complete quiet, you could hear the faint creaks of the other tenants walking around upstairs.

"I wonder if they could hear us," you wondered aloud, though for whatever reason you weren't embarrassed.

"Who?" Joel asked, not opening his eyes.

"The people upstairs," you said quietly. "They probably think we're a couple of sex crazed maniacs."

You felt Joel smile against you and he finally lifted his head to look up at you. "They wouldn't be wrong."

A slow smile crept across your face and you accepted another kiss from him as he moved back up to meet your eye level.

Joel locked his fingers with yours by your head. "Not bad for an old man."

"The best I've ever had."

"It doesn't bother you?"

"What?" You asked.

"My, uh.. my age?"

You smiled wider and pecked his lips chastely. "Does it look like it bothers me?"

"No." Joel smirked and you sighed against his lips. "I really do love you."

"I love you, too."

You pulled him into a hug on top of you and closed your eyes when he kissed just below your earlobe and down your neck. Joel then laid his head beside you and you hugged him again.

"Thank you," he said quietly.

You rubbed his back. "I plan to make up for all you've been through this year."

"You already have."

There were more creaks from above you and Joel let his eyes flicker open and glanced upward. He paused for a second before saying, "Yeah, they definitely heard us."

You laughed out loud and Joel joined in a second later. It gave you a second to quickly reposition yourself on top of him.

He still smiled wide as you looked down as you hovered above him.

"What do you say we Door Dash something?" You glanced over your shoulder toward the dying fireplace. "And throw a few more logs on the fire."

"Okay." He allowed you to lock his hands above his head as you leaned town to kiss him again. In a tease you pushed your bare hips against his and he laughed, painfully so.

Joel groaned. "My recovery isn't that fast." He smiled when you laughed again.

"I'm teasing." You pecked his lips another time. "Where's the firewood?"

"I'll get it."

Joel looked like he would be perfectly content not moving for days from the way he laid in the oversized chair beneath the collection of blankets. His lazy posture and satisfied facial expression made you shake your head and insist.

"Tell me. The front porch?"

Joel slowly nodded with his eyes closed again. When you pushed back off of him to retrieve your clothes he picked his head up, watching you dress. You tossed the fleecy, throw blankets back over him.

Looking at Joel laying there made you lean down and kiss him once more, making it last. "Save my place for me?"

"Mmm," he moaned against your lips. "Always."

"I'll be right back."

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[ameliawarnerr]

Getaway Car

Chapter 5

Previous Chapter: here

Pairing: Jake x MC

Trope: Enemies to lovers

Overview: To catch a thief, you need to become a thief. So to catch a hacker, you have to become one.

~~~ “I'll work with you and pretend to be your fake girlfriend.” A smile, almost a smirk appears on his lips. “But we need rules.”

He stands up. “Yes, rules and practice.” ~~~

Jake—

My sleep schedule was never ideal and I take the whole blame for that. However when I had time to sleep, I slept like dead. And that was a fact until last night. I grab the cup of hot coffee and perch down on a chair.

I have no idea if she was doing it on purpose. I wouldn't spare a minute of surprise if she was, though. We’d somehow manage to get tangled in the middle of the night, then she'd get possessed by a spirit that I had no idea existed in my house and move away abruptly waking me up. She did it several times. I was half convinced to drop her off the bed and the other half wanted to wrap my hand around her waist so tightly that she wouldn’t be able to get away from me. I ended up doing neither which for me, resulted in ruination of my sleep and a headache.

I take a sip of the coffee, a slight relaxing sensation making me want to throw myself on the couch and restore my energy with a nap. Then a mental list of all things I need to do today displays in front of me as I close my eyes. I sigh and open my eyes.

Moments later, another headache in an eccentric shape and form descends the stairs. Her hair is damp and she's wearing a black t-shirt of mine which I don't recall giving her as it's one of my favourites. It is as catastrophic as the morning itself that she looks horrifyingly captivating in it. The thought concerns me since it is nothing but a plain black t-shirt that doesn't even fit her properly.

Headache. It's the headache messing up with my brain. Or perhaps the type of temptation we feel towards alcohol when we are perfectly aware of the consequences.

Once she makes it to the floor, I spin the chair to face the other way. “How’d you sleep last night?” I ask, sarcasm pouring out my speech.

“Perfectly fine.” Her voice matches my tone. Then, a hand appears from my left, taking the cup from my hand. She walks across the kitchen island and sips the coffee.

I never share my coffee. I wouldn't even share it even with my best friend if I had one. “I guess sharing the bed like two sophisticated adults didn't end up as a good idea for you.” She taunts, quoting me.

I smile. “Well, it turns out we weren't a pair of sophisticated adults, one of us is still fond of childishness.”

She takes another sip. “That being you?”

I was ready with another reply, after all, arguments are my forte. But all the words dry out when she leans over to the surface of the island and my t-shirt fails to cover skin. She places the cup on the surface and pushes it towards me.

She is doing it on purpose, after all. She's no fool. Though it took her a while to realise that our hands tracing each other's skin was not only a moment of weakness for her but also me. Even though I had retreated from her body, I am aware of the part of me that screamed to continue. That part is igniting.

If she wants to play that way, fine. I'm more than happy. I don't fall for her trap, I look straight into her eyes, not allowing my gaze to descend.

“We need to talk about the proposal you spoke of.” She begins.

I continue drinking the coffee. I place the cup back. “Yes, we do. And we will. But don't you wish to have breakfast first?”

“No, I don't have an appetite in the mornings.” She reaches out her hand, the corner of my t-shirt falling off her shoulder in the process. I give her the cup.

She drinks without adjusting the t-shirt.

I stand up, not allowing her the advantage of angle anymore. “Very well. Neither do I. So let's get to it.”

She straightens. All mishieve leaving her body as her eyes become distant. I haven't even revealed a word of my proposal to her and she's already scheming. I wish I could peek into her mind just to know how she does it, locks her emotions behind a door and at that moment, all she cares about is her reasons and rationalities.

I work the same way but my ways of locking away my emotions are merely a result of terrible situations that called for it. The way I scheme now without my heart involved is due to deprivation of my emotions being addressed and my heart being denied time and time again.

At least, we got something in common.

I walk to the living room, thinking of a way to sound as convincing as possible. Because what I am about to reveal to her wasn't in my initial plans and I will not blame her if she thinks all this is a joke.

Bunching the blanket in my hand and keeping it beside me, I settle on the couch. She follows me and perches down opposite to me.

“Does your proposal involve me getting out of this house anytime soon?” She begins.

“Yes and no.” I refrain to explain why and start with my pitch. “I want you to work with me on my final mission.”

Her eyebrows furrow. “Final mission? So I was right about you asking me to work for you.”

“No. I don't want you to work for me. I want you to work with me. Alongside me. Similar to how we did earlier but at the same time, totally different.”

She nods.

I continue, “I have been trying to erase all digital data about me that is available on the Dark Web. I have succeeded in doing so. I had to run errands to every person who knew even a little bit about me and fool them into thinking that I no longer exist. It wasn't difficult, only time consuming. But there remains one place where all the information about me is stored and erasing it from that place isn't going to be as easy.”

“Tell me about the place.” She speaks, her voice catching me off guard. It's all serious without a tinge of childishness to it.

“Yes. Of course.” I fumble a little before gaining composure in my speech again. “There’s an illegal dynastic corporation that keeps information regarding every single more than average hacker on the Dark Web, dead or alive. They’re called—”

“Seraphic, ironically so.”

She's aware of them. Months, she only started hacking months ago and her progress and knowledge is highly impressive.

“Yes. Like I said, it's a dynastic corporation. All the big hands are of their family members.” I pause when she readjusts and runs a hand over the length of her arm.

I grab the blanket from my side, continuing in the process, “I could get rid of my information from them but it seems like they have a personalised software protecting all the files which needs to be taken care of only after I have seen how it works.” I stand up, and offer her the blanket as she takes it. I turn back, walking to my place. “Which means—”

���You need to get involved with them in person.” She says, almost as if talking to herself.

“Exactly. But my forte is hacking and planning. Talking to people, winning their trust and pretending to befriend them to get what I want is something—”

“You’re not capable of.” She cuts me off again only to complete my sentence.

“More or less, yes. But I still need to get involved with them in person but there's no guarantee they'll trust me, therefore, I need you—”

“You need me to engage with them, make them trust us so that you get access to what you desire.”

“Stop finishing my sentences.” I hiss.

“Stop being obvious.” She says as she covers herself with the blanket.

I eye the blanket. “I didn't hear you thanking me.” I comment.

“Perhaps, I didn't then.”

I roll my eyes. I have no idea how we are going to work together. To be honest, that's what I had thought after the first time I texted her. I was proved terribly wrong by our compatibility in investigations. I want to be proven wrong again.

“I’ll provide you with information about each member of the family. While we are working on that, you'll live here and all your expenses will be paid without question.” I offer.

She considers only for a moment before saying, “That's it? That's all I’ll get? You know, there is a threat to my life on getting involved with them. They will kill us the moment they get to know about this. You are well accomplished in escaping and I am not.” She showcases her vulnerability in a way that it sounds like we are talking business. Her demeanour actually changes when talking about business.

“I guarantee you your safety. Shall it come to escaping, we’d run away together. Either that or you'll be the one to escape first.” I assure her receiving a nod from her. “I plan to steal money from them in the same process, depending on how much I manage to get, you'll have a share of it.”

She opens her mouth but stops herself from saying whatever she was going to.

“I didn't know you were the type to hold back.” I speak, trying get her to speak.

She ignores my comment and asks, “What are you planning to do?”

“I told you a minute ago. Do I need to write it down?”

“No,” She glares at me. “You are destroying all your information. This is your final mission.” I don't speak, letting her mind wonder until she comes to the conclusion herself. Her gaze descends as she thinks. Then, she looks at me. “You are escaping. From the Dark Web. For—”

“Forever, yes.” I confirm.

That is why she was such a big obstacle in my plan. She was a time bomb that could go off anytime and become the ruination of my plan. I'd have to collect the pieces and redo it again and again.

When we were working together, she was beside me. Although, I took a step back at the end but it was for her. It was difficult living in my twilight existence where one moment I had to run and the other I had to assure her. So I backed off. I wanted this plan to work out so that I could live a normal life with her. But she didn't have a penny of patience. She took several steps ahead of me and stood against me. And that's when the reason for my plan reshaped and changed. The reason is no longer the existence of someone else. It is for me. I want it to vanish for me, because I don't care if I deserve a normal life. All I care about is that I get to choose if I do deserve it. I choose to take it.

“Escaping where?” She asks, suddenly more interested in the conversation.

“I'll change my identity and settle somewhere isolated, similar to a place like this one but I will not be hiding there. I'll be living there.” I'm no longer looking at her. I feel an ignition in my heart by merely imagining a life where I’d have to care for electricity bills and shit rather than surviving.

Perhaps, she wouldn't have understood it if I had told her this when we were investigating Hannah’s case but after all the abysmal conditions she's been through in search of me, she knows what significance the word living has to it.

Living is unlike existing. Living is the will to explore how it's like to have a safe place to call home, how it feels to have a pet, how it feels to be able to visit places without covering your face. Living is going to bed at night without worrying about getting caught, waking up in the morning with relief rather than dark circles and tiredness.

Living is that piece of jewellery that we see in a shop daily while passing by but can't afford it. I no longer desire passing by with a thought saying ‘maybe someday’, if I cannot afford it, I’ll snatch it.

Then, I look at her. She's lost in thoughts as the blanket falls off her. “Then you'll be free as well.” I tell her.

A pause. She says, “How do we accomplish the plan?”

I stand up and walk towards her until my feet touch hers. I bend and grab the blanket, covering her with it. When my face is inches away from hers, I look into her eyes. “You’d have to pretend to be my girlfriend.”

~~~~~~~~

MC—

This could turn out wrong in uncountable ways. Yet I feel convinced to accept his offer. It's either that or let myself be locked in this asylum of a house until he works out his plan himself.

I have to admit, he has some sort of manipulation skills. I had the feeling that I would be accepting this offer the moment he said he needed me to work with him.

I walk around the kitchen as I mentally list all pros and cons of working with him again. I stop when all I can see are benefits.

It's almost night time and I had asked him for some time to think. I glance at the door to his working room where he is currently sitting. I walk with purpose and knock on the door.

“Come in.” He says and I open the door.

He's sitting on his chair, his eyes glued to the screen. Then he presses a few keys and turns the chair towards me. And

I think the blood under the skin of my cheeks is coming to the surface.

He's wearing glasses.

Glasses that are a bit larger than they need to be.

He brushes his hair back with one hand and I clear my throat.

“I’ve thought about it. And I accept it. I'll work with you and pretend to be your fake girlfriend.” A smile, almost a smirk appears on his lips. “But we need rules.”

He stands up. “Yes, rules and practice.”

Next chapter: here

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Okay I had no idea it will turn into enemies to lovers AND fake dating. But do I regret it? Absolutely not.

Spice spice spice about to come

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☕️ "Bee nods absently at this, her eyes still free of judgment as she asks, "So if Neil says he doesn't want to ride with you, or if he'd said he didn't want to change rooms, would you have gotten angry at him?"

Andrew frowns. "No," he says immediately. "He can do whatever he wants."

Bee looks at him knowingly, the ghost of a smile on her lips, and Andrew feels played."

Andrew's session with Betsy in Oh love, I'm sorry if I smothered you is based on many conversations I've had with my therapist, who, like Betsy, is very good at making me rationalize myself out of thought spirals. And, like Andrew, I often find myself glaring at her while taking sips of hot chocolate tea for making me admit I might not be entirely objective.

🧠 "Aaron’s mind is a trapped bird flinging itself against the bars of its cage.

As a child, it was like this all the time. If I don’t pray for my mom five times each night she will die. If I sit on my bed in the same clothes I wore out of the house then the bed will be contaminated. If I don’t wear my black t-shirt on Tuesdays I will get kidnapped on my way to school. If I don’t sit in the third row in Math class my mom will be high when I get home."

Aaron's experience with OCD in you're losing me. is very much based on my own, I even gave him some of the specific obsessions I've had in the past. His biting his nails even though the bitter nail polish makes him gag in that same fic is something my childhood best friend used to do. Lou and Katelyn, in the extras, each have bits and pieces of my family dynamics.

🖼️ "Neil has been shot before, in the shoulder (so close to his heart that Mary screamed, an instinctive, guttural sound ripped from her very core, picked Neil up in her arms and held him like the Virgin Mary cradling Jesus’ body down from the cross in that painting Neil saw in the church where he squatted his first week in Millport)."

The painting Neil remembers in I'll compose myself is the Pietà, which hangs in a friend's house and I can spend hours staring at.

🤓 "“Stockholm Syndrome is not real,” Kevin drawls, eyes still on the ceiling, hands unconsciously folded over his chest like he’s in a coffin. “It was a misogynistic fallacy constructed to blame hostages for the failures of local authorities, it was never in the DSM and it was disproved ages ago.”"

Kevin's Stockholm Syndrome speech in this growl in my throat is one I've heard from my psych major friend more than once.

⛪️ "There is something in the air whenever she steps in, a charged, humming undercurrent that brushes against her skin and soul. Most days she doesn't question it's God's presence. When she does, she thinks it might be the energy of so many people's belief, their faith and prayers so strong they send shockwaves through the physical realm. That's not a bad thought, either, belief as something tangible, too, something with felt results. "

Maria's feelings about her hometown church are something I used to feel each time I stepped into my school's chapel as a kid. Maria hearing and counting Luther's footsteps upstairs is something I used to do when my dad went to the bathroom in the middle of the night in the creaky vacation cabin where we spent the winter holidays when I was a kid. Back when I first read AFTG, the friend who introduced it to me and I were complaining about the carelessness of Maria and Alvarez not being written with accent marks when they're a very common name and surname, and years later, rereading the books, I remembered that conversation and wanted to explore the in-universe implications of that casual erasure.

📺 "the little feelings-people running around in Aaron’s head (Betsy recommended he and Andrew watch Inside Out. Only Aaron did.) go into Emergency Mode, start screaming “Lockdown! Shut it all down, now!” and flip the switch that makes all of Aaron’s thoughts and feelings go underground, find shelter three layers deeper where nothing can reach them." 

Like Betsy in don't let this darkness fool you, my therapist told me to watch Inside Out and has been using it to talk about feelings ever since.

☁️ "Navigating the aisles at a snail’s pace, Cass was not the grieving mother of a rapist but a consumer of skim milk, white rice, strawberries and cornflakes."

Dream clouds, ghost ground is full of little pieces of my soul. I've experienced that jarring clash of losing a loved one on a sunny day and watching people laugh and walk their dogs and go about their days on the car ride home from the funeral when my world has broken. I've experienced that 'okay, I know, logically, that this person is dead. I also don't get it, it makes no sense' feeling of fresh grief. I've experienced finding out someone I trusted was an abuser all along. I've gone to Confession and had it be no help at all. I've walked around a supermarket during the worst time of my life and let myself become someone else for an hour. When I was writing the supermarket scene I listened to "The Loneliest Sweet Potato" by Sabrina Benaim over and over, because it captures the feeling I was going for so well.

🎄 "When the sun began to set, they would all, parents and children alike, slowly amble down to the pond to watch the orange-pink-red spectacle play on the water’s surface. Besides the two weeks she and her parents spent on the coast in Mar del Plata each February, it was the only time Catalina saw the horizon, the perfect straight line usually hidden by towering buildings."

the summer day is a love letter to the holidays of my chilhood. Like Cat, I've never experienced a winter Christmas. The scheduled blackouts she describes are, unfortunately, very common. Cat's grandma making her promise not to change her surname if she marries a man is something my aunt always tells my cousins ("You're a grown woman, why would you take his name as if he were adopting you??"). I visited the fancy neighborhood where Cat spends her Christmases a few years ago and when I stood on the bridge and watched the sun set over the pond I fell absolutely in love with it.

🍶 "Kevin leans back and sips at his tea, looking at him calmly over the rim of his mug. It’s the one he keeps at their place, a wonky handmade gift from Jeremy’s pottery class, with ‘A good point man always has an ace up his sleeve’ painted on it, the word ‘ace’ in the asexual flag colors."

The wonky handmade mug Jeremy made Kevin in dream a little bigger, darling is based on my best friend's early attempts at pottery. Another of my friends has a whole wing in her house that she just... doesn't use? and it was the inspiration for Kevin's nearly empty house in that fic, big-ass table and lonely armchair included.

I haven't been on the dash much and I'm not sure who's been tagged already, so if you see this and feel like doing it, consider yourself tagged!

[spider-mar2004]

⭐𝔸 𝕃𝕒 𝕄𝕠𝕕𝕒!⭐

Warnings: Swearing only

Contains: Fluff, Comedy, Family & Flirt!

It was a fresh dusk during early of summer. The small spider family planned do something a bit... Fancy. It was mainly Ben's idea because he wanted share with his loved ones and seems like this man has some pretty good choices. At the start Kaine wasn't sure about it because well, he is not a person very into it after all.

But somehow, Ben won convincing him, like give him an "unique" experience. But the problem wasn't the place because the blonde man found a fancy place already. Is actually mostly... The outfits.

Oh god, Kaine didn't have really new clothes, mostly of them are simple and for stay in the house. And obviously his spider suit but, he would feel like a clown go with that. He tried to search more but no, just t-shirts, shorts, sweatpants, very simple things! God, he would facepalm at himself. Meanwhile his wife Marlette was bathing their son Oliver, a little kid of three years old, she was adding the shampoo on his little one's dark hair while humming calmly.

"Mírate mi amor... You seem to enjoy your bath hm?" [Look at you my love]

She softly giggled, seeing this big and scarred woman happy is just a satisfaction. Oliver leaned into her touch enjoying totally the bath that her mom was giving, what a such loving mother she was. Then Kaine walked at the bathroom for after lean his shoulder on the entry's edge.

"Uhm... Mami? I might go to... To the nearest mall, because i don't have good clothes on go of that Ben's fancy place or whatever... I won't really look like a stupid clown. I'll take Ben with me since he knows more than me."

He explained, looking at Marlette busy with the kid.

"Ah well that's fair Amor, actually won't be too elegant, we can just wear something simple but nice-looking."

She finished, then she took a towel and wrapped Oliver with it, picking him up and giving a kiss on his small cheek. Seeing this made Kaine relax and feel a wave of pride.

"I'll call Ben, and i'll go so... Wait me."

"Sure i'll leave you."

Marlette chuckled softly with sarcasm and then walked at him, giving a kiss on his cheek on his bearded cheek with a tiny disgusted gesture.

"Afeítese, i don't like too much beard." [Shave yourself]

Kaine rolled his eyes, sometimes forgetting a bit having a strict wife but, he loved her so much. So welp, time to work now!

After minutes later, he finished his shower, he also shaved his beard with a machine, damn it, he felt like a baby faced. But well more beard would also bother him a bit too, so finishing that, having a towel wrapped on his waist he searched his clothes for go to the mall. Marlette was on their bed with the kid sleeping, smirking a little.

"Let me see you Papi."

"A'ight, here your baby ass face."

He shrugged and turned, Marlette giggled a bit by joking but he didn't look that bad either.

"That's much better, parecías viejo con esa barba." [You looked like old man with that beard]

"Ah yeah Si si si."

He repeated yes in spanish, man was been with her and Aracely so at least he has some spanish or at least better understanding. His wife looked at his body and grinned flirty.

"But... Don't shave your body... I like how it looks with that hairy."

"Because i am your Teddy Bear, that's it?"

She nodded, then she yawned and cuddled their son gently. When Kaine finished to dress up, he would pull out his phone and would call his young brother.

Ben didn't take long on accept the call, he was casually in the mall choosing clothes.

"Hey Kaine! What's up."

This man changed a lot, from a dramatic to a now golden retriever energy person. He smiled a bit as he heard his grumpy big brother.

"Hey. Nothing much, just asking if may we can go to the mall? I need buy a new outfit, i won't go to that place you invited us like a tramp or some shit."

The blonde man chuckled at his quote.

"What a silly you are, i am in it already! I can just wait you here, just, let me put in charge at this because i know what i am doing."

He grinned, looking around the shop.

"And how's Marlette and my little handsome biter Ollie?"

"Ah well they're all good thanks. Anyways meet me in the entry of that."

He hung the call.

"Gotta go now, see ya Mami."

He went to his wife and kissed her lips as peak and left the apartment. Few minutes later, Kaine arrived, seeing Ben distracted seeing a Butterfly. Walking from behind being sneaky for scare, Ben had his spider-sense so he crossed his arms.

"Forgot that my spider-sense is still there?"

"Damn it."

He snorted defeated, his younger brother chuckled softly and then laughed as he saw his shaved face.

"Pffft! Baby faceeee!"

"Shut up... Just let's go..."

Then, they both went inside of the mentioned mall. Going directly at the clothing shop, in the men area. Now being in their destiny, Kaine was looking at some shirts, being pensative about what could fit. He took out a light gray sweater, so he showed it to Ben.

"Errm... Is this good-?"

"Man! Again those!? No no no no! Nothing of those! Nothing of biker jackets and anything!"

Ben didn't agree, making a slight annoyed face while shaking his head. Kaine sighed, patience Kaine, patience...

"Y'know what? Let's do something, pick clothes that can fit me and i'll see which one i like."

"Oookay, I smell already you being picky."

Welp, just hopefully if he finds something enough good for the long haired man. Taking some options on clothes, pants and more, this would maybe chaotic since Ben really like dress himself good and neat.

The first option was a black turtle neck, with beige semi wide pants, black shoes and dark brown belt with some golden. And black sunglasses.

"I... I look like an old man with this... And why sunglasses? If is tonight, dummy."

"Hmmm... I think... The turtle neck fits you! But the pants... Not sure, you are not very into light colored clothes but at the same time wouldn't be good wear all dark!"

"Then i put another option? Just no sunglasses please... Not necessary."

And again, he tried something else. This time now a white normal fabric sweater with a V neck style, and black simple pants.

"Hmmm... Eeehhh very...-"

"Boring. Ugh..."

More clothes tries later, they struggled find one fits him, until...

Finally a perfect outfit combo! Simple-ish but classy, it was a pretty elegant wine dress shirt with light buttons and folded sleeve, black pants with formal dark beige tone pants and a black belt. Ben whistled loudly and nodded, finally agreed now.

"Perfection... Bro wear that please."

"Well... Actually is the only one i most like so, yeah i'll buy this."

"But it costs like... 60 dollars! How much you owe-"

"Ahem ahem... Aracely's Swearing jar."

". . . Rrrright."

At the final, he bought the outfit, he felt so relieved and glad that he finally got a formal outfit. So the moment came! He was finishing dressing himself in the bathroom, he wanted keep it as surprise for his woman, and same she did it.

"All ready?"

"Ready."

When Kaine opened the door slowly for reveal himself, his eyes widened a bit as he saw Marlette wearing a simple but beautiful black wrap short dress, displaying her thighs and wearing boots. She wasn't very into dresses but only for a night, while Oliver was wearing a purple sweater and comfortable blue jeans pants. The clone blushed a bit seeing how sexy she looked, while Marlette looking at him, she chuckled softly, loving that.

"Ooohhh. Who's that man? I swear that's not the Kaine i met."

She got up and in a flirty way, took his chin for make him look at her. While Oliver began to suck his thumb, he was still a baby so.

Kaine gave a soft kiss on her lips with a smile, sooo in love.

"Let's go?"

"Let's go."

Going now to the place Ben invited, it was a pretty neat restaurant, with a classy ambience, pretty lights, just so good. The family was there, Kaine, Ben, Marlette, Oliver and Aracely eating together, although the little Ollie struggled to eat a bit due his small stubborn behavior, but hey, everyone was classy, but Ben? He was wearing a beige turtle neck, with brown elegant pants. But anyways! everything was fine, each one eating their meal.

For Ben a beef soup with vegetables, for Kaine, a beef meat in wine with smashed potatoes, for Marlette, Salmon with salad, Aracely a small pizza and for the dear baby, chopped grilled chicken with also smashed potaties in a small size.

What a lovely family!

Well, until Aracely would be staring at Kaine. He knows what he did, he owes some money from the swearing jar.

These are the outfits Ben, Kaine and Marlette were wearing!

[sebyplay]

pov: eleven got bit by demodogs and bats in upside down and she is badly injured. lucas saw her getting attack he quickly get his axe and start hitting them, after all of them left lucas find el laying there bleeding, he patch up her wounds gently.

lucas: hey, its okay its okay look at me, your fine.

lucas: so pls... stay with me, stay with me, stay with me!!! okay?

el: t- they got me lucas..... i cant use my powers anymore, i cant feel myself... im dying lucas....

lucas: i dont give a fuck about your powers, i cared about your health, your still a human!

*el slightly blush because that is the first time she hear this to anyone*

lucas: and no your not, your not dying, we will get out here alive, you made a promise that we will be there for max until she wakes up, right?

el: lucas....

lucas: friends dont lie, you said that. So please.... stay with me... stay for max pls.

el gently smiled and nod: i'll try my best, i think know a way out of here.

lucas smiled softly : okay good, let me help you get up, i'll carry you.

*el smiled faintly because she lost alot of blood, lucas carried her on his back, el telling lucas where to go and after i few minutes they got out but el is so pale and her shirt is covered in blood, and she cant speak anymore properly, she knows, there still monster will come out of the gate and she also know its her time*

lucas: were out, el i'll get us help-

*el take his hand softy*

lucas: el...

el: theres no more time lucas... im dying, go now, i'll take care of the gate and whats inside

lucas: no no no no! will face this together el i am not leaving you!!!

el: for god sake lucas leave me already!!!!!! i'll take care of this... you better go off without me...

lucas: no.... el pls-

el: i opened a gate that leads to death of innocent people for years and leads of hawkings fall... i have to close it permanently and properly this time.

lucas was crying: i- i cant affored to lose you...

el: so do i lucas...

lucas cried: i love you el...

el: i love you too.

*they both stared of eachother and finally shared a kiss together, but not for too long el heard a loud noice coming to the gate, she break the kiss.and smile faintly*

el: now go.... there coming...

lucas: you own max and i a promise.

el: i do know that.... tell max i love her when she wakes up.

lucas smiled: i will

*lucas proceed to run so fast with tears on his eyes knowing this is the last time he will see eleven, the girl he used to hate, the girl he used to dont care and will gladly to leave, the girl he used to ignored*

eleven smiled with a sad expression face and tears in her eyes knowing this is the last time she will see lucas and she wouldnt be there for max when she wake up.

she got up shankinly and used all her energy to closed the gate and lock the monsters there, her body super weak but that didnt stop her for fighting she successfully to close the gate but it cause her life because theres a big explosion happened.

el: no more people have to suffer anymore.

...

lucas manage to got out before the explosion happened, when he got out his crying like a river remembering eleven

a few hours later, steve, robin, nancy, will, mike, dustin and erika found him and gently hug him.

dustin: im glad your alright man! i thought we lost you!

will notice el is missing: umh lucas... wheres el?

steve look around and saw no sign of el: will rights wheres el lucas?

mike: yeah shes with you when we all got separated.

lucas look at them with a blood on his face and hands while tears falling in his eyes.

nancy, will, dustin and erika suddenly understand what happened and covered there face with a sad expression and tears coming out of theres eyes, robin look at nancy and suddenly realize that el is gone, she gently hug nancy, comfprting her.

steve and mike lately understand when they all see everyone crying, mike was shock and sat on a road with tears on his eyes and blaming himself why he wasnt there for el.

steve was deniel first he said: no no you probably joking she cant die, she had power.

lucas look at him and stand up quickly angerly, dustin tried to calm him down but fail.

lucas: yes she does have powers! but that doesnt mean shes not human and cant die! shes not a fv*king immortal dipsh!ts!!!

erika hug him and comfort him: calm down lucas, i know your angry but he didnt mean in that way, im sorry.

lucas cried on erika shoulder while hugging her crying.

steve finally accept that el is dead he look at himself and proceed to blame himself for not finding them quickly and save her, dustin come to him to comfort him.

mike was crying too but will sit next to him and comforting him.

[hslotharrie]

To My Best Friend

summary: reader faces quarantine at Harry’s and, turns out, it was exactly what they needed to come clean. also, Anne is the superior Mum.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: completely fluff. with marriage + mentions of family? not edited... when do I ever edit

based off of this ask<3

When you wake, the sun is shining through a slightly opened window in the far left corner of your bedroom. You can hear birds chirping amongst themselves from outside, cars driving far in the distance, it's quiet at Harry's home. Peaceful.

It's been a little more than four months since you and Harry decided to bubble at the beginning of quarantine. What you expected to be a few weeks turned into a lot more, but there were no complaints. Harry has the space, is the type to crave company, and you're his best friend.

Best friend.

You roll in the soft sheets, hugging the covers for a few minutes until you inevitably force yourself to get up for the day. You're not sure what sort of expensive luxury bed set this is, but god, they are comfy. You make a mental note to ask him later.

You zone out again on the soft sounds of the birds and the pleasant cool breeze flowing in through the window. You pull your phone from the bedside table to check the time, 10:56– and the weather, sunny and 78. You consider getting in the pool later.

Harry's phone rings somewhere outside of your room, followed by some muffled mumbling from the man himself signalling that he's awake too. You wonder if he's ate yet; he's a sucker for your omelettes and you're craving one about now.

You climb out of bed,  going to the bathroom to tame your hair and brush your teeth, before heading to the kitchen to put together ingredients for the omelettes.

It's about 10 minutes before Harry appears in the kitchen, provoked by the smell. He places a hand on your lower back as a silent 'good morning!' while he stands to your side to admire your cooking. You try your best to ignore the warm feeling that his touch brings; the feeling that makes you wish for more than just a touch.

It makes you nervous, how quickly his presence has you feeling butterflies or how fast he can make you smile when you're in the darkest of moods. You've been sitting on the feelings for years, they were always there, hiding in the back of your head. The feelings that made you wish you'd shared that drink with him just for the second-hand contact to his lips.

Those are the thoughts that make you nervous. You try not to think about them when he's standing right next to you watching your every move with a wandering hand on the small of your back.

He's dressed in a colourful flannel and some shorts, you notice, much different than your fresh out of bed joggers and t-shirt. You make a mental note to change later, and you consider stealing one of his flannels (there's the thoughts again,) just to have his smell on you.

He pulls away from you to begin setting up the eating area, bringing out cups and silverware and then returning with a plate when he senses the omelette is nearly done. He stands to your left with the plate held in both hands like an excited toddler and when you flip the breakfast meal onto his plate he leans over and presses a quick kiss to your forehead in thanks. The thoughts come rushing back; I like when you kiss me, Harry.

"D'you have any plans for today?" he quizzes, before taking a drink of his orange juice.

"Was thinking about going in the pool later," you tell him, "it seemed nice out, an' I love your pool."

"I rather like my pool too," he chuckles "I'll join you, yeah? Could go for a swim later."

When you finish eating, Harry takes the plates to wash despite your protests. You cooked, he argues, so he cleans. You glance at the time, almost 12, and decide that the time it will take to change and freshen up will be enough for your stomach to settle and therefore a swim will be safe.

Returning upstairs, you first search for a bikini and then your sunglasses, changing and adding a pair of shorts. You brush your hair, throughly this time, and tie it up to avoid contact with the chlorinated water.

Before you go back downstairs, you take a minute to look at yourself in the mirror— doing your best not to allow the thoughts to come forward. (You don't think about how your body will look to Harry, and you definitely don't allow yourself to think about what he might think about the bikini you chose. Absolutely not.)

When you return downstairs to the kitchen, the dishes are washed and on the drying rack. Grabbing two cups and straws, you fill each about half with ice and then filtered water; and carry them both out to the poolside where Harry sits contently in the sun.

Unbeknownst to you, Harry's eyes travel along your body through his sunglasses when you appear from inside of the house, wishing he could touch you. His brain flicks back to the phone call he had this morning with his Mum, how she encouraged him to make a move because she knows you're meant to be. His stomach flips thinking about it.

"Do you remember when we went to that party and you pushed that guy into the pool because he was flirting with me?" you smile, sitting down beside him and handing him one of the cold waters.

"Mm, we had to leave because he was gonna' beat me up," Harry chuckles, "I was drunk. Probably lucky he ended up in the pool."

"You were being protective! It was cute!" you defend,  rubbing his back lazily in comfort. He looks at you in a funny way, smile faltering a little before he returns his eyes back to the pool.

"M'gonna test the waters so the princess doesn't freeze," He proposes, rising from his seat when you give him a playful smack.

You rise as well, shimmying off your loose shorts and moving to sit at the side of the pool. Watching harry submerge himself first, you let your legs dangle off of the edge and into the water. It's cold, but a pleasant, enjoyable cold in the hot sun.

You sit contently for a few minutes, enjoying the water on your legs and watching harry swim back and forth. You lean back and turn your attention somewhere else, trying to avoid being caught staring.  Suddenly, though, a hand brushes up the side of one of your submerged legs, informing you of Harry's presence.

"Y'coming in?" he asks, standing now. He's tall, so your faces are about level now.

"Are you in a hurry?" He's close enough now that he's dripping cold water on your skin.

"Maybe,"

Suddenly, he's gripping your waist to lift you and pull you into the water. You squeal, grabbing his shoulders as leverage as he practically drops you into the water that feels ice cold against your warm sunny skin. He laughs loud and happy when you splash water in his direction as payback.

Soon, both of your energies mellow out. Harry's on his phone, while you're floating around in a doughnut shaped floatie. Harry snaps a photo, but you don't notice.

When it's time to get out, Harry offers to go grab the towels while you float around for a few more minutes. He's driving you crazy in the best way. Your skin still tingles where he had touched your sides to lift you into the water, and your palms burn with the memory of his bare shoulders.

When he returns, it's like his energy has changed. The sight of a shirt over his chest makes you frown momentarily, and he's light on his feet rather than the happy strides he took on his way into his home. You see him tuck his phone into his pocket as if he's been talking to someone again, and when his eyes meet yours the wide smile is hiding something else.

When you slip out of the doughnut and climb up the pool ladder, he mumbles a soft "c'mere" and wraps the towel around your shoulders. His eyes watch you for a little longer than they should've.

"Mum called again," He murmurs.

"I's she doing well? Is that who called this morning?" you question, keeping your attention on his eyes.

"Yeah, woke you up I suppose,"

"Not at all!" You defend.

He goes quiet, picking at his fingernails (a nervous habit you notice he's developed since beginning to paint his nails) and looking off to the side to avoid holding eye contact with you. This makes you nervous, he's never this way around you.

"Harry,"

"I'm sorry, 'shouldn't be such a big deal," he says, letting out an awkward laugh.

A soft smile appears on your face, taking his hands into yours to part them. Gently, you move towards him, pressing yourself wordlessly into his body and allowing his hands to wrap around your towel-covered body. It brings him comfort, and you ignore your own heart beating at the contact.

"Better?"

"A little." He admits. He loves holding you, and sure, it helps his nerves, but he's going to tell you.

His Mum's been on him since he told her you'd be staying with him, telling him “now or never, Harry!”, and he's beginning to realize it really is now or never. He doesn't know how long quarantine will keep up or how much longer you will decide to stay, and he misses you even when you're just running something as simple as a grocery trip.

He doesn't know why he's scared, he knows a friendship as strong as yours could work through anything, Still, there's always the possibility that things could go bad. “Get out of your head!'”Anne would say.

This type of topic between the two of you is quite common, given Harry's music and your tendency to be quite open. However, this type of topic concerning the two of you is uncharted territory.

He thinks about the story you'd brought up earlier. When you'd both went to a party together and some guy, very obviously drunker than the both of you, tried to flirt his way into your pants before Harry had pushed him into the pool himself.

The truth is, he knew you would hold your ground if you weren't interested. Actually, Harry knows from first-hand experience that you don't need protection, you can be very vocal when you need to be, and he's even seen you deck someone at the bar a few years back for touching one of your friends. You were the protector.

That's why, upon seeing Harry at such a nervous loss of words, you had hugged him. It was your own way of protecting him.

"I wasn't trying t'protect you when I pushed that guy into the pool." He states, quiet and unsure.

You only hum in reply, allowing him to finish his sentence but letting him know you heard what he said.

" 'was jealous."

What?

"What?" you pull away from him only slightly, “why?"

"I didn't want stupid—" he pauses for the name "Josh, or whatever, t'be the one to take y'home."

You give him a confused look, now that you can see his face. Not putting two and two together.

"Josh is great! I love Josh—"

"More than me?" he murmurs, and it clicks.

Oh.

"Of course not... Harry," you hesitate, watching his eyes move between your own and his jaw clench.

Is this happening?

"I wanted," his shaky hand finds your arm, sliding down to take hold of your own, equally shaky left hand to toy with your fingers.

"I wanted t'take you home. Crawl into bed with you. Whatever else." he finishes. His stomach is in butterflies by now and he feels the tight, anxiety feeling in his lungs.

It catches him completely off guard when your lips are on his.

When you try to pull away, scared you've overstepped, his mouth only follows your own and his hand rises to your jaw to hold you steady. He feels a weight lifted from his shoulders, holding you, kissing you, like this. This is what he's needed.

When you finally do pull away, it's to go inside. Harry erupts in happy laughter when you make a beeline up the stairs. Nothing happens though, it's too soon and Harry agrees, but that doesn't stop you from curling into Harry's sheets, cuddling and kissing each other while watching one of your favourite films.

Catching up on missed time.

***

The wedding reception.

How did we end up here?

"Honestly," Harry speaks loudly to the crowd of your family and friends within the dinner hall "I have two people to thank for sealing the deal."

You smile wildly, knowing exactly which story he's about to bring up. Your eyes travel through the table groups you and Harry had spent so much time planning out. When your eyes catch with Mitch's he gives you a wink.

"Anne, my beautiful Mother, thank you for not letting me coward out of finally telling my girl how I felt," he pauses, you place a hand on his knee

"And Josh—"

You can't hold back the laugh, especially when the entire room turns to face the poor, completely unsuspecting victim. Josh, face red and confused smile on his lips.

"Years ago, when I pushed you into that pool at your birthday party because— you would've killed me if I didn't run! Because you were talking to her and I got jealous!" the room is erupting in laughter.

The room is full of the most important people in your's and Harry's lives. Still though, your happy eyes are glued to Harry, working the small crowd of people as per usual and telling a story about the time of and before quarantine; of when you'd basically moved in with him and never left.

Later, when you're wrapped in warm blankets and Harry's arms, you're reflecting on your day. The guests, who you'd talked to, what you'd heard.

"Wow. I'm married." he dumbfounds.

Wow is right.

"We're married." you restate for him, giving his hand a soft squeeze.

"Wow. I'm married to my best friend.”

Giggles boil over in the dark room. Harry is astonished suddenly, pupils blown, wide grin on his face. He presses quick kisses to the side of your face and you snuggle into his side more.

"I think we win, H."

[silcell]

hmm okay since alot of people sound interested I will share the others from my furry au since it would take forever to create art of everyone

Also as a brief note all antigens are exactly the same as canon only the cells are furries

Neutrophils = Wolves

This just makes sense considering how they track down antigens and get all feral and sometimes gang up on one particular antigen, feels very much like wolf pack behavior to me

RBCs = Horses

They go around the whole body hauling and carrying large bulky items along with other things, so it felt fitting to assign them an animal that can deal with that weightload. Plus they run from danger so basically a stampede

Normal Cells = Standard Household Cats

Not too much thought was put into this but seeing how they're at home all day usually a friend and I just decided to assign them all as cats. Usually just simple short-haired tabby cats too nothing fancy since they all look similar to each other

Cancer cell, however, has a bi colored coat (brown and white) that is extremely desaturated for the sake of looking ill and definitely not the norm. I have WIP art of him that I'll probably post later to show this.

Platelets = Red Pandas

I don't think I put much thought into this other than red pandas are silly and cute and so are platelets. What if i-

Eosinophil = Maned Wolves

So in this au I wanted to keep up the pattern of most immune cells being canines in some way so I looked up what other canines are there besides the obvious and felt like maned wolves fit her most. They look awkward and nervous but are still predators; Eosinophil was doubted by many but she still showed everyone her skills as an immune cell in the end

Macrophages = Hyenas

Okay so I really enjoy this one because it just feels so right but hyenas have a matriarchal society and are pretty badass.... just like a macrophage! And they eat alot which I remember the manga saying that macrophages eat alot too

Killer T Cells = Rottweilers

So I'm not really the biggest fan of them all but I think color wise these dogs fit them pretty well, and if trained they can be scary as shit which is essentially what that boot camp was doing to all the lymphocyte trainees

NK Cell = Black Jaguar

She's described as a loner and I'm pretty sure these big cats spend most of their days alone so you can see my connection there. And seeing how she is more agile in combat it felt right to make her a big cat instead of following my pattern of immune cells being canines

B Cell = Shiba Inu

This was thought up more by my friend than me, but their line of reasoning was just that B Cell has the same silly spunky energy as shiba inus :]

Dendritic Cell = Ferret

My reasoning is that they both look cute and charming but can totally be a little shit. Look at the cytokine chapter .

Any other cell is undecided at the moment because they are just characters me and my friend think about way less often v_v I'll update this when we come up with new assignments!

[kristaline2dmensimp]

Marco x reader (NSFW)

Warning: Femdom(?), Unprotected sex, slight bdsm.

A/n: Its already oct 7 in my country!!! In all honesty this is my first time writing smut so bare with wrong grammars? 😅 also this is kind a birthday gift to myself. 😁

(ahem @thatbadbruja My friend and fellow Marco simp I won't definitely forget to tag you on my Marco's content. 👀)

1,743 words

*****

3rd person's POV

This last few days you couldn't sleep well since you started to have this fantasy with your lover a.k.a Marco appearing frequently in your dreams. Moreover, in an outrageous state.

Imagining about taking complete control during your sexy time with Marco's hands tied to the headboard panting and moaning, both body glistening in sweat- wouldn't leave your mind.

Succumbing to your desires, you embarrassingly confessed it to Marco which he responded with a raised brow, but didn't dismiss the idea of it. In fact, he's quite curious; he's more open about his kink and fetishes to you, so hearing you voice out your own desire he's more willing to oblige. Which resulted to being locked inside the privacy of your room, full on liplock sharing a hot intense kiss, pulling away only to breathe; discarding each other's clothing until you were left with only your undergarments and him being completely bare.

"Strawberry will be our safeword." You said pushing him down to the bed, with a small smirk on your face. "I think you're underestimating me Yoi." He chuckled pulling you on top of him mirroring your smirk as you straddle his waist.

Smiling you lean down to his ear before you grind against his pulsating cock, wiping the smirk from his face, prompting a deep groan from the Marco.

"Just a precaution, my dear." You whispered before smashing your lips on his, tongue on the mix, one hand caressing the tattooed part of his well toned chest to distract him while your other hand reached for something on your bedside table.

Marco, of course, isn't one to give up easily, so expect a little challenge from him. He smirked as he tried to gain momentum on the kiss.

Frowning, you hump hard enough into his hardened cock swallowing his moans of pleasure.

He tried to move his hand to touch you but felt half of his strength drained from his body. Pulling away for air, a string of saliva connecting you two, looking up, that's when he realized you had cuffed his hands to the headboard.

'when did....' Marco wondered in shock.

"Oh, I hope you don't mind being tied up for a little while." You said massaging his chest with a small grin.

"Really yoi? Seastone cuffs?" He asked panting fo air looking at you through half lidded eyes. He can't deny he's actually turned on by this.

"I know you're not complaining. So relax, I'll make sure you enjoy it." You said grinning as he gulp seeing the mischievous glint in yoir eyes that made his cock stiffer than usual.

"My, my. You seem really excited." You said feeling his hard member under your clothed sex.

"Well that's your effect on me." Grinning at his reply, you lean down kissing his lips soflty before traveling down to his neck and chest until you came face to face with his aching cock.

You took a hold of his hardened shaft pumping it slightly and his hips instinctively jerk into your hand.

"f-f*ck (____)." He groaned out throwing his head back into the pillow, hands clench and unclenching tugging on the restraints you put on him as you drag your tongue from the underside of his shaft to his tip, licking off the precum before swallowing him.

"Shit f*ck!" He grunted catching him off guard by starting immediately on a fast rhythm, bobbing your head up and down feeling his legs tense up.

"Haa...haa...sh*t you're honna make me cum faster than I thought." Marco moaned accompanied by the rattling of the chains at his futile attempt of breaking free. Not being able to touch your face, your hair, 'anything' are pure torture to him.

Feeling delighted knowing you were responsible for the sound of pleasure leaving his mouth, you suck roughly on his length hoping this would push him over the edge.

"(____) I'm c-cumming." Feeling him twitch in your mouth, you immediately pull away. "wha- hey." He whined from the lost contact leaving him fromt the peak of his orgasm. He lift his head to look at you, eyes filled with lust and out of breath.

"Do you wanna cum Marco?" You teased, stripping off your remaining undergarments. "If you're gonna cum.." You trailed off taking his hard shaft and aligning it at your entrance. "Then do it inside!" You finished your sentence as you slam yourself down, the delicious stretch, movement and the thickness of his cock made you moan louder.

"Wai–" He didn't had the chance to finish what he was saying when his body stilled, releasing a strangled groan as he came deep inside of you, back arching feeling the tightness of your walls.

Your body shivering from the feeling of being filled to the brim. "Haa...haa..you came so..much." You panted both of your face flushed red and body covered with sweat. Smiling you look at him in the eye.

"Round two babe? I haven't came yet." You coed and before he could comprehend the dangerous glint in your eyes, you began to lift your hips up before slamming it back down, eliticing the loud sweet moan out of Marco.

"(___) w-wait! I just ca~me." He moan throwing his head back on the pillow, restlessly clutching and tugging the restraints on his wrist, flexing the fine muscles of his arm.

"F*ck!" He cussed. Without the healing properties of his devil fruit, Marco could thoroughly feel the slight overstimulation mixed with pleasure coursing through his body. This may be the first time he felt this kind of sensations and boy it felt too good. The drool at the corner of his mouth and the way he he shut his eyes closed are the proof of it.

"Haa..fuck it." He panted before digging the heel of his feet down to the mattress, moving his hips to meet your thrust feeling determined to make you cum faster. "Ahh!" The action made you gasp and moan as he hit your sweet spot. Falling forward to his chest both of you were breathing heavily but your movements didn't falter still maintaining the fast rhythm.

"Don't think just because...I'm tied up with sea prism stone...I dont have the energy left....to f*ck you..yoi." He said in between breaths while looking at you straight in the eye. "heh, we'll see...about that." You responded picking up the pace.

Groaning, you two chase each other's lips, muffling the sound of pleasure only pulling away for air and your body began to tremble feeling your upcoming release. Your hands on his chest for support.

You shut your eyes closed as you bit your lower lip while Marco let out a hoarse moan feeling you clamp down on him.

Noticing this, Marco speed up his thrust knowing you're gonna cum sooner or later as he found your sweet spot intensifying your pleasure. He smirk watching as you gave off a lewd expression while wiping the drool off at the corner of your mouth.

"Mmm, feels too good." You said slamming down on his shaft matching his pace. Encouraged by your words, Marco continously hit your sweet spot that made you see stars until your orgasm hit you hard to the point you collapsed on top of him. With one last thrust he came deep insde you.

He gave off a rugged breaths as you pulled yourself off, shuddering at the oozing feeling of his release down your legs.

"That was....amazing." Marco stated catching his breath before looking at you. "It sure did." You responded staring back at him.

Marco felt a chill ran down his spine seeing the dangerous glint on ypir eyes haven't faded. He jolt at the feeling of your hand on his softening shaft trying to spring it back to life.

"Haa..(____) stop pls....f*ck!" Marco whined as he squirmed, already feeling sensitive, you had made him cum twice without even a few minutes break.

"Is it too much? Yoi can say the safeword dear." You stated, pausing your ministrations to give him the chance to reply, but you were met with silence his gaze full with lust and heavy breaths.

"I really shouldn't underestimated you. Hope your done with the few seconds break, Marco." You coed secretly pulling out a blindfold, both of you were clearly enjoying this.

Your alluring smirk was the last thing he sees before you put on the blindfold on him, his other senses heightens.

You lean down, capturing his lips swallowing his groans and moans while you kept stroking his shaft.

"The main event is yet to come." You whispered tugging his bottom lip, aligning his semi hardened shaft at your entrance, you began to slowly sink down making him moan loud from the overstimulation and his grip tightened at the chains of his restraints.

" Haa.. You're lucky that you put...ahh...seastone cuffs on me or else...ah sh*t You'd be at my mercy yoi." Marco said struggling to keep his moans down as you started bouncing up and down on his shaft.

You knew he'd never let you go easily and his statement is the proof of it, so why not make use the best of it?

Feeling him twitch, you smirked. "Too bad, I'm in control." You responded letting out an occasional moans when the tip of his cock graze ypur sweet spot.

Completely drowned in pleasure, Marco let out a strangle moan, flexing the veins and muscles of his arms as you made him cum for the third time yet your movements didn't falter.

"If I can only escape this cuf-" Marco didn't had the chance to finish his sentence when you captured his lips, tongue dancing together.

'haa...f*ck..' He thought feeling his impending release coming quicker than the last one.

"I'm coming master~" You grinned widely when Marco cussed out loud from hearing your words, both of your bodies were already covered in a thick sweat and exhaustion were taking over, yet you had the the gal to still tease him? Was what marco thought and he wonder when did you become so bold. But he wasn't going to complaining.

"(____) I'll surely..haa..get you back for this yoi.." Marco stated tugging the chains as you giggle. "I'd be disappointed if you don't, my dear Marco~" You coed before you two came undone reaching pure ecstasy.

[ghostalope]

Ghostalope’s Very Long Awaited Ghoul Science Post - Kagune / Ghoul Formation

Good evening humans. I come with my long-awaited ghoul science post.

Wow. Everyone was so excited. You are all so glad that this post is finally out. You are not being manipulated into thinking that. I am not mind-controlling you. Everything is fine.

Yes. Very good. My jackalope cult will be ready in no time.

So, I’ve been talking about my ghoul science since the beginning of my time here, and there’s a reason it’s taken so long. I will explain it why at the end, but I really wanna get into my science.

This post is about the kagune and how ghouls came into existence (in my lore, they go hand in hand). I'll post more stuff later, this is kinda the most important idea related to my science.

Let's start with the core of my idea in very basic terms:

Ghouls are humans that were altered or ‘assimilated’ by an alien organism which eventually developed into the kagune.

Boomie. Simple. Done. Let’s elaborate.

So, in my version of the ghoul science, kagune are not parts of the ghouls, rather individual organisms that live within the ghoul. The term ‘ghoul’ refers to a human and its kagune as one organism, when a ghoul is actually two organisms engaging in a symbiotic relationship.

There are many reasons why I use this idea, one reason behind it is related to energy. I will explain in more detail in another post, but basically; due to the sheer amount of energy ghouls expend and consume, it might make more sense that the kagune has an individual energy system separate to the human body.

Another reason I like this is because - it's aesthetic as fuck and I love aliens. Also it's cool and makes for great horror (which I love writing).

My theory on the type of alien organism the kagune is is also important as to why I like this theory. I have a few ideas as to what the alien organism could be. I wanna do more research into some of these specific organisms, so my explanation of why I choose these organisms is gonna be pretty brief and simple. So, what exactly is the kagune?

Well…There are a few answers!

I think the kagune is a mix of a few organisms. It's an alien, so we can't say for sure what it is exactly, but I can say what it's closest too, or has similiar traits to.

The first ever initial science theory I had on ghouls as a whole was that the kagune was a fungus. I do still lean on this very heavily, but I don’t think it was necessarily the sole perpetuator.

I thought this for a few reasons:

• Superficially, certain types of kagune resemble certain fungi.

• Fungal spores - At first, I theorised that RC cells were actually some kind of fungal spore. I think this could hold up, especially in the end of RE, with the dragon orphans. When they die or become injured, they release an RC-cell heavy toxin that when inhaled by humans, causes them to become ghouls or suffer from RC over-secretion disease. So I ask, could these RC cells actually be fungal spores that can multiply, or are they some kind of seed or virus? (more on that another day though)

• Fungi also commonly engage in symbiotic relationships or use other organisms to survive, the latter is more parasitic, less likely what I think the kagune is. I think the kagune uses the human vessel for survival, and could probably kill its vessel if a situation got extremely dire, but I think overall, the organism is more passive than parasitic.

• Fungi are also basically fucking everywhere they almost certainly had something to do with ghoul development. Like no matter what theory you have, fungi are involved. Because fungi are so prevalent, it's almost likely that there's more evidence to suggest that they're responsible for ghoul development, but as my theories on that aren't as developed, I don't feel comfortable sharing them until I am confident in fungi-knowledge

There are also multiple real world examples of fungi having huge effects on organisms. The most infamous of which being Cordyceps, but I'd prefer to touch on another example - that of an underground fungus, Leucoagaricus.

Leucoagaricus uses leaf cutter ants to survive. The fungus digests leaves, in return producing small mushrooms for the ants to eat. The fungus sends signals to the ants that inform them of the leaf it wants, and the ants go out and collect it.

Basically ; fungi are pretty good at symbiotic relationships, often having the upper hand. I think it’s reasonable to assume that they had a role in ghoul development.

An issue with the fungi theory is related to energy. Fungi are decomposers ; they gain energy by releasing digestive enzymes into their food to decompose it.

This certainly doesn’t discount them, but in my opinion, I think it’s think it's more likely that the kagune is a photoautotrophic organism. They can convert light energy to chemical energy using photosynthesis.

And so, enter idea no. 2 ; kagune are plants or plantlike.

I love this idea. Mainly bc ghouls photosynthesising sounds cute af, but a few other things first.

One of the reason I looked at plants was related to tree bark and the kagune hardening. Whilst the hardening of the kagune could be simple changes in the molecular structure, it could also be a process similar to the process of bark formation of trees, which is a result of secondary growth (an increase in root and stem girth).

Bark generally forms from adding cells to internal layers, which become pushed out and compressed, resulting in cell death. When the cells die, a fibrous material remains, which forms bark. Bark is also formed using cork, through a kind of dehydration. (This is a very basic explanation but I’m not that knowledgeable of bark yet).

Bark is mainly used for protection, but also for transportation (this is mainly done by the living inner bark).

Bark formation typically takes years in the real world, but we’re dealing with an alien here, and I’m not saying that the Kagune is a tree, I think it resembles a tree or stemmed plant in structure. I think it’s possible that the kagune becoming a very hard, tough material could be similar to that of the formation of tree bark.

Also, trees can survive in the human body! A man once thought he had lung cancer, but upon operating the surgeons found a fir tree growing in his lungs! So whilst it’s unlikely, there has been evidence of trees being able to survive in a human host. An alien tree or something could probably do it better. Just sayin’.

Another reason I look at this theory is because some plants can move - namely carnivorous plants and giant water lilies - so they could have some potential for explaining how kagune move so freely? Just a thought. (I lean on alien jargon for that one tbh)

Okay, so that’s some of my ideas on plants, but let’s get into the meat of my plant theory - photosynthesis.

So, y’all know what photosynthesis is, and I’ve mentioned that I think about it due to energy production, so let’s start by looking at what’s needed to photosynthesise.

Firstly, in order to photosynthesise, you need photosynthetic organs. These are most commonly leaves, and ghouls don’t have leaves, do they? So what would they have instead?

Well, photosynthesis takes place in the stoma and grana of the chloroplasts, which contain chlorophyll. Chlorophyll absorbs light through photosystems. It absorbs all wavelengths of visible light, except green, which it reflects.

There are plants with leaves of other colours that photosynthesise, however these plants still contain chlorophyll, but the green colour is masked by other pigments known as anthocyanins.

So, we need chlorophyll for photosynthesis, not necessarily leaves. Instead of leaves, I propose that ghouls might have a large patch of discoloured skin on the kagune area (mainly on the posterior side of the body). I will make a post on this itself, but another day.

Alternatively, I propose that ghouls have a period of time everyday where the kagune is released and absorbs light directly.

I think both ideas are possible and probably coexist. I also like the cultural ideas that could stem from this idea of kagune photosynthesis.

I have a lot more to say on plants and kagunes, but most of them aren’t all that scientific and will have separate posts.

The bridge between my fungi and plant theories is a lichen. However, I know almost nothing about lichen, so I can’t say much - only that this could be a good avenue to explore, and one I intend to expand on eventually.

Algae is also another potential idea, but one I doubt, simply because of the nature of algae. It’s not really a big grower like a plant or fungus, it’s more of a spreader.

My final main idea is related to bacteria.

So this idea is actually more related to the how ghouls are solely cannibalistic, in that I think bacteria could play a role in why that is.

Similarly to fungi, bacteria can have huge affects on large populations. An example of this is the bacteria genus Wolbachia, certain species of which have formed mutualistic relationships with their hosts.

Wolbachia is extremely common, most notably in insects and arthropods, and it maintains a firm grip on the reproductive capabilities of its hosts. It can only survive in females, so attempts to increase the female population using feminization (it puts them in a maid outfit and makes them go nyaa), parthenogenesis (Wolbachia says lesbian rights), or by straight-up cock-blocking infected males. (It will also just fucking kill them. The feminist icon we needed tbh).

The point is - Wolbachia is an example of a bacteria that has a high level of control over a species. The point being, that bacteria can have a level of control that drastically affects a population.

It’s possible that this bacteria is another alien organism that exists with the kagune, and this bacteria has an affinity for a certain meat.

This part needs a bit more work, but again, food for thought.

Before I wrap up, I just want to mention a few other ideas I considered. These are more related to the assimilation process that I think the alien organism might’ve used - as in, they were organisms that might’ve been assimilated.

The first is insects. I think insects were involved in general kagune formation, more so in particular types of kagune, but in general they had a role. This is kind of evident from the fact that kagune do resemble insects on a superficial level (they kind of seem chitinous?). Also the fact that there’s literally an example in Tokyo Ghoul of a kagune taking the form of an insect (yes, i know that could’ve been due to mental trauma, but it still gives my theory weight).

One thing I also wanted to mention is their respiratory system. Insects don’t have lungs, they have pores in their exoskeleton known as spiracles. Air enters directly through the spiracles, into the tracheae, which leads into tracheoles (think of tracheoles as capillaries), before air diffuses directly into cells.

It’s possible that the kagune could use this method or a similar one for respiration, (air could also simply diffuse into the kagune). Again, food for thought.

The other group of organisms I wanna touch on is again, somewhat superficial, that being - sea anemones or coral.

I feel like I’m saying this a lot, but I know nothing about either of these. I’d love to get into it, bc I think it’s amazing, but I can’t find any good books on corals and anemones (tell me if u have any recs, I beg).

So this is entirely superficial.

But I noticed about a year ago that probably the closest thing we have in the real world to kagune is probably a sea anemone.

This could be a similar situation to the insects - anemones were assimilated early on - or it could be more than that. I simply don’t have the knowledge to say, but I hope to with time.

When it comes to coral, again, it does appear similar in looks to the kagune - especially in colour. Also, some kinds of coral are very hard, which might have something worth noting. I simply don’t know.

I was also going to look at viruses as an idea, but I’m not sure I really lean into that idea. For one, viruses aren’t living, and the effects of viral infection probably wouldn’t cause ghoul creation, though we’re dealing with aliens, so it’s not impossible. I just don’t think it would work.

Okay. So I think that’s about it for today!

As you can probably see from this post, I have a lot of ideas. A lot.

I’m really excited to expand on them! Those expansions will be in smaller posts. This post is kinda just super long bc it’s my most important base idea. None if my other ideas would make sense with this.

I have other posts on the way, but I love getting asks, so feel free to ask about anything brought up here! It might take me awhile with those asks bc I’m a perfectionist, but I will answer them!

I hope y’all liked this post. I’ve been working on this post since the beginning of time, and there’s a few reasons why I haven’t posted it until now. Partly because I’m a perfectionist, but also because honestly, I’ve been really scared to post this!

I'm still very scared to see what the response to these science posts will be. Since an incident with the TG community a few months back, I've been terrified to post anything about ghoul science or really anything TG related. I've been rly worried that another person would out and yell at me. It's been like that with a lot of my TG content. I ended up not feeling welcome in the community bc of these particular people, bc for so long I believed that if I posted anything TG related, they would come and yell at me or make fun of me, especially in regards to science. That's basically what caused me to take my break after that very public breakdown.

But I’m done living in fear. This is my blog, and this community’s my hime. I'm not gonna let my fear of someone else dictate what I can and can't post.

I hope I can post more content like this, and regain my confidence in the community again!

As I said, feel free to send me any asks or questions you have about my theories! I’d love to answer them.

If u wanna criticise any of my theories, that's totally cool too! Just please be kind and respectful.

Also, please remember that my theory may not match with yours, and that's ok. This is a fandom. We are all different people, with different ideas, and that's really beautiful. If u wanna tell me ur ideas, that's cool! I'd love to hear 'em! Just please remember that everyone's theories are different. That doesn't make them wrong.

At the end of the day, your headcanons are just that. Yours. And they're valid and wonderful, but so is everyone else's. I say this bc sometimes I see ppl getting pissy over different headcanons, and I don't want that here. I want my blog to be a diverse ecosystem of opinions!

By all means, discuss you opinions and ideas, but don't put another person's brilliance down to make yours seem brighter. We’re all made of the same stardust, after all!

Also! If u wanna use my theories or ideas in ur own works then please go ahead. Just please please credit me!

I know that might sound weird, but I’ve worked very hard on this for a very VERY long time, and posting it has taken a lot of courage!

So, yeah! I’m so happy to post this at last! I’m looking forward to all the new posts I can make now that this is finally out!

Stay safe y’all! 💕💕💕☺️☺️☺️☺️

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Baby Love - Part 10

A/N - Finally an update!! 💕

chrisevans I'm so excited to announce that Y/N and I are expecting!! We are both over the moon.... i cannot even put into words how happy i am right now.

Mama and baby are both doing great and Dodger is thrilled that he's about to become a big brother.

#BabygirlEvansComingSoon

It was a few weeks after the premiere, middle of May, my 5th month in my pregnancy that Chris finally put out the announcement and surprisingly it went well....better than i could ever have imagined. The messages from Chris's fans were amazing! Of course there was still some haters but nothing that was too awful or couldn't be ignored. It was nice that it was out now and i didn't have to worry about someone finding out and leaking it to the press.

Chris was scheduled to start filming 'Defending Jacob' a series for Apple TV mid June through to July. The good thing being it was filming in Massachusetts, 20 minutes from home so he wouldn't have to stay away.

Chris was finally upstairs getting ready so he could head to set, he had been whining this morning about wanting to stay home with his girls.

I was currently laying on the sofa in a sports bra and shorts, with my now 6 month belly showing while i watched some crappy daytime show.... i had removed Chris's t-shirt when i started getting hot flushes.

"Okay im ready to.....go. Jesus christ why are you half naked right now?" I looked round to see Chris looking me up and down like i was the tastiest thing he'd ever seen. I rolled my eyes looking back at the TV "hot flushes, i sweat through my shirt...i feel like I'm burning alive"

"Such a drama queen" he chuckled

"Excuse you?..... you wanna try going through this??" I snapped, i knew as soon as it was out of my mouth it was uncalled for and instantly felt bad "I'm sorry i didn't mean to snap.... is the damn AC even working?" i said almost feeling like i was gonna cry. Chris came walking over crouching in front of me with a cold cloth and draped it across my forehead.

"That should help a little and i got you some ice..." he passed me a cup of ice chips and i cried.

"Hey! Whats wrong?"

"You're just the best boyfriend ever"

"Awww" he chuckled pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"Don't.... I'm all sweaty and gross"

"I like you all sweaty" he wriggled his eyebrows making me laugh "and you're not gross..... you're beautiful. I nearly had a heart attack seeing you laying here looking like this.... now i really don't wanna leave"

"You have to, stop making excuses"

"I dont want to leave you alone like this..."

"I wont be, Scott's coming over we're gonna go for lunch later"

"Oh.... "

"You're okay with that right?"

"Yeah of course" he smiled before leaning in to give me a kiss.

"Hey! its just me!" Scott yelled from the front door on cue.

"In here!" I yelled reaching my hands out to Chris to help me up into a sitting position.

"Yikes! what is going on with you you're a mess" Scott said looking concerned.

"Thanks! Thats just what i needed to hear Scotty" i scooped out an ice chip and popped it in my mouth.

"Hot flushes" Chris told Scott and he pulled a face.

"I'll be okay in a minute, it'll pass. Though im pretty tempted to go jump in the damn pool right about now"

"Stay outta the pool sweetheart, maybe a lukewarm bath or shower would help?"

"I'll be fine Chris, you need to go or you're gonna be late"

"I don't wanna leave you alone...."

"Err hello? Im here, she's not alone" Scott said coming to sit next to me on the sofa.

"Can you put your shirt back on.....i don't feel comfortable...." Chris started to say while looking me over again.

"Stop! I am not putting that thing back on when i feel like I'm in the pits of hell Evans!" I said pointing at the soaking wet t-shirt on the table " besides Scott's seen me in my bathing suit plenty of times.... I'm wearing more now than i was then! also incase you forgot.... I'm not his type"

"I feel insulted!" Scott gasped before smiling at his brother.

"Just go to work! I will call you if i need anything, we'll be fine".

Chris sighed but nodded, he leant in and gave me a kiss and finally left for set.

"Geez he always like that?"

"No, he's got a little more protective as the pregnancy has gone on but that was new"

"He's probably just worried about you. This is the first time he's had to really leave you since you've been pregnant"

"He'll be back tonight! He needs to chill out. I know i sound like a bitch and i really don't mean to but i literally feel like Satan himself is roasting my body!"

"You want some more ice chips?"

"Yes please".

After another 30/40 minutes i finally felt myself cooling down.

"Oh thank god! I think it passed"

"For now"

"Thanks!" I laughed "I've had a few hot flushes here and there but nothing like that... that was brutal!"

"Well I'm glad it passed, why don't you go take a shower and we'll go get some lunch, it will do you good to get some fresh air, we can even take Dodger"

"Sounds good to me".

Scott and i grabbed lunch at a small family run cafe that was kinda tucked away, not a lot of people actually knew about it which was the reason we chose this place when we'd have lunch....it also had a small outside seating area where we could sit with Dodger.

Once we were done with lunch we took Dodger for a walk in the park where he found a new friend, they ran around together for a good half an hour.

"Wow he's gonna be beat" Scott laughed as we sat on a bench watching the two dogs running around.

"Good! He has too much energy!"

I chuckled "i'll be wanting to sleep and he brings me his toys wanting to play its exhausting" i said exaggerating, truth was i loved that Dodger always wanted my attention.

"Well he's gonna have to learn to share you when my niece arrives"

"Do you think he'll be okay with the baby?"

"Im sure he will, Dodge is a good boy"

"The best, i just worry. I worry about everything lately though" i laugh rubbing my hand over my belly "you ready to head back?"

"Sure"

I whistle and call for Dodger and he comes running straight over allowing me to attach he's leash.

"Lets go home bubba" i scratched behind his ear before handing the leash to Scott.

We got back to the house and let Dodger out of the car, he ran straight towards the front door and started growling and scratching at the door.

"Hey stop!" Scott said quickly and Dodger turned to look at him before starting again this time barking loudly.

"Whats his problem?"

"I don't know....."

"Maybe Chris is home?"

"His car isn't here....." i opened the door and Dodger ran inside sniffing everywhere.

"Hey Chris you home?" Scott called out but i already knew he wasn't, this didn't feel right.....

"Scott, somethings wrong....."

"What do you mean?" He asked turning to me looking concerned.

"I don't know its just a feeling i have"

Dodger suddenly ran past us and up the stairs, we followed him up to find him sitting outside mine and Chris's bedroom scratching at the door.

"Chris....." Scott called again thinking Dodger just wanted to get to him but no answer, the house was silent.

Scott stepped forward and opened the door and we both gasped at the what we saw. The whole room was trashed.

"Scott..... what if someones still in the house?" I turned to him with wide eyes as panic set it.

"Stay in here with Dodger, I'm gonna check the house..."

"No! Just call the cops, stay in here with us!"

"I'll be fine! They're probably long gone, Dodger would be going crazy if they were still here...but i just wanna make sure".

"Please be careful! I'll call the cops"

"Okay lock the door behind me".

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A/N: I'm officially obsessed with Wolf Bride and what does one do when she's obsessed with a certain book? She writes an AU about it! 😁 So, Talley Ho! *in my Sherlock Holmes voice*

Rated: Mature. | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual from me. 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: Roman (LI) and Naia Evans (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and certain original characters, created by me) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 3,680 words. (more or less. I stop counting after editing and re-editing. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

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Chapter 5.) In The Still Of The Night.

In the still of the night.

I held you.

Held you tight.

'Cause I love.

Love you so.

Promise I'll never.

Let you go.

In the still of the night.

As she slept peacefully in her new bed, Naia dreamed that she was running through the forest. She felt strong. She felt invincible. She could feel the wind on her face as she ran. It was exhilarating. She felt free. When she came out of the woods, she was a wolf. And when she looked up, she saw him. It was the wolf she had seen in her dreams before. It was him. When he howled she did the same.

That’s when she woke up. She sat up in bed, panting with her heart thundering in her chest. She looked around her room in order to get her bearings. That’s when something compelled her to look out her bedroom window. And when she looked out the window she saw a wolf staring up at her. When she shook her head, the wolf was gone. The image of the wolf was still in her head when she went back to sleep.

After waking up later that morning and taking a good hot shower, Naia couldn’t get Roman out of her head. She wanted to feel his arms wrapped her again. He was seductive and mysterious and she wanted more. She could still feel his warm breath on her neck and the closeness of his body to hers. She thought it was insane but never actually questioned why she thought that way.

When she went to the kitchen for breakfast, she noticed a note on the counter. It was from her uncle.

“Good morning. Gone fishing. Be back later. Help yourself to whatever is in the fridge. Uncle Z.”

When she opened the fridge, she grimaced because there wasn’t much in there to begin with. When her stomach rumbled she knew she had to change that.

“Okay well since a home cooked breakfast is out of the question. I think I’ll try the breakfast place I saw when I drove into town. Also I’ll do some grocery shopping while I’m at it. Because this right here ain’t hitting on nothing.” She thought to herself.

With keys and wallet in hand Naia set off for town. After shopping at Banner’s Family Market, she was just about starved and stopped by Tucker’s diner.

After getting a table she sat down and looked over the menu. As she looked over the menu, someone was watching her. Or so it looked that way.

I remember.

That night in May.

The stars were bright above.

I'll hope and I'll pray.

To keep.

Your precious love.

At another table, Trent was eating breakfast with a few members of his team when Naia walked in. He felt a pull towards where she was sitting.

“Yo T! What is it?” Jenkins, one of his team members asked.

“I don’t know. Something weird just happened. Like she just walked in.” He replies shaking his head.

“Man! Please tell me that you’re not talking about that so-called dream girl again!” Sergei said to him.

“If you must know, yes I am.”

His crew collectively groaned.

“Dude it’s been almost a whole 2 months! Let it go already!” Hugo told him.

“As I’ve told you idiots before: I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t? Which one is it T?” Jenkins asked him.

Trent never answered. He just sipped his coffee. Even though he’s blind he could feel her presence. After going over the menu for a solid 20 minutes, Naia decided on the Lobster Eggs Benedict and a sweet tea. Just as she was about to put her order in, Layla walked in.

“Layla! Over here!” She called out to her new friend.

Trent nearly dropped his cup of coffee. Hearing her voice in real time both scared and excited him.

“You almost dropped your cup. You okay man?” Jenkins asked him.

“Huh? Yeah! I’m…I’m good.” Trent replied, while trying to hide the crack in his voice. With his hearing being better than most, he tuned into her conversation

“Hey! What are you doing here?” Layla asked Naia as she sat down across from her.

“Since my uncle has gone fishing, I decided to do some grocery shopping and I was starving so here I am. What are you and the little one up to?” Naia replies.

“The same thing as you. Have you ordered yet?” Layla asks.

“Just about to. What about you?” Naia replies.

“Oh girl! They already know what I want. A pitcher each of cranberry juice and ice water, their triple berry cheesecake parfait, double blueberry pancakes and a ham, spinach and swiss omelette.” Layla replied.

Naia’s eyes went wide.

“You’re actually gonna eat all of that?!” She asked.

“I mean…I am eating for two, ya know?” Layla replied, rubbing her belly. The two shared a laugh as they continued their conversation.

Trent turned his attention back to his team just as the twins came strolling in. His boss Bernard Sayre is a blowhard who only cares about 3 things. Making money, being powerfully unstoppable and his twins Dylan and Tyler. The twin terrors as they’re known around town, just love getting their way no matter what they do or say. And although it annoyed Trent, he was powerless to stop them.

“Heyyyyy boys!” Dylan called out to Trent and his team. Her voice sounded like banshee screech.

“And here comes daddy’s two brats…” Jenkins groaned as the twins approached.

“So what are you guys up to?” Tyler asked.

“We’re eating. Why?” Trent asks.

“Because we were hoping that you’d join us at Buck’s for the Friday night sing a long and pool.” Tyler replies.

“You’d have to ask Layla if we’re allowed back in. Especially after what happened the last time.”

The twins groaned.

“Well she’s sitting at a table with some girl. So I guess it’s worth a shot.” Dylan said with a sigh.

Naia watched in amusement and shock, as she watched Layla polish off everything she ordered with ease.

“I can not believe that you ate EVERYTHING!”

“Told you!” Layla replied as she swiped her finger on the inside of her parfait cup.

“Uhhhhh Layla…”

“Huh?” She asked.

“It’s all gone! Put the cup down!” Naia replies.

The two laughed as the twins approached.

“Hiiiiiiiiiii Layla!” They say in unison causing Layla to groan.

“Ohhh and hi Layla’s friend!”

“What do you two want?” She asked the twins.

“Weeeeeellllllllllll…we were hoping you’d let us have Friday sing a long and pool.” Tyler said in a cloyingly sweet voice.

“After the shit you pulled the last time? NO!” Layla hissed at them.

“Come on Layla! Our dad paid for the damage!” Tyler whined.

“Yeah he did…after I threatened to sue his sorry ass!”

“Please!” The twins begged.

Layla rolled her eyes then replied, “fine! You can come tonight.”

“Thank you!” The twins squealed.

“Whatever. Go away!”

“You don’t have to be rude!” Dylan said.

“Which would you rather: me be rude or me ban you two from ever stepping foot into MY bar?” She asked them.

The twins stood stuck.

“I thought so. Now again: go away!”

The twins turned on their heels and stomped away. When they were far enough away for her pleasure, Layla turned her attention back to Naia.

“Sorry about that.”

“Who are they?” Naia asks.

“Tyler and Dylan Sayre. Their dad Bernard owns Sayre Energy and Power. They’re a public nuisance.” Layla replies.

“They look harmless to me.”

“That’s because you haven’t been around them when they’re drunk.”

“Touché.”

“I guess since they’re having Friday sing a long and pool, you should come too.”

“Me?” Naia asks.

“Yes you! It’ll be fun as long as those two aren’t drinking.” Layla replies.

“I don’t know about all of that.”

“Also there’s normally a $1,000.00 cash prize for first place.”

“Why didn't you lead with that?!” Naia asks.

“Because Dylan normally wins because no one wants to challenge her.” Layla replies.

“Well as someone who’s still paying off student loans: Count me in!”

So before the light.

Hold me again.

With all of your might.

In the still of the night.

So before the light.

Hold me again.

With all of your might.

In the still…of the night.

That night at Buck’s the party was in full swing. People were dancing, drinking, playing pool and mingling amongst themselves. Naia stuck close to the bar and Layla as they watched the crowd. And like clockwork, Dylan was drunk and ready to sing her heart out.

“Alright you party animals! Let’s get this sing a long on the road! Now all of you know the rules. First place gets $1,000.00! And since that first place is always me I have nothing to worry about! So hit the music!”

“Ohhh God…” Layla groaned.

“What?!” Naia asks.

“Little Miss Banshee is about to assault our ears and sing Deborah Cox Nobody’s Supposed To Be Here.” Layla replies.

“It can’t be THAT bad, Layla.”

“Wanna bet?” She asks just as Dylan grabbed a mic.

After clearing her throat, Dylan began to sing. Sorta.

How did you get here?

Nobody's supposed to be here.

I tried that love thing for the last time.

My heart says "No, no." Nobody's supposed to be here.

But you came along and changed my mind.

I've spent all my life on a search to find. The love who'll stay for eternity. The heaven sent to fulfill my needs. But when I turn around, again, love has knocked me down. My heart got broken, oh it hurts so bad. I'm sad to say love wins again.

So I placed my heart under lock and key. To take some time to take care of me. But I turn around and you're standing here.

How did you get here? Nobody's supposed to be here.

I tried that love thing for the last time.

My heart says "No, no." Nobody's supposed to be here.

But you came along and changed my mind.

This time I swear I'm through. But, if only you knew how many times I've said those words. Then fall again, when will I ever learn? Knowing these tears I cry, this lovely black butterfly. Must take a chance, and spread my wings. Love can make you do some crazy things.

So I placed my heart under lock and key. To take some time to take care of me. But I turn around and you're standing here.

Standing here…

When Dylan got to the bridge, Naia thought her ears would bleed out.

No, nobody, no, no, no, no, no, no, ooh!

No, no, nooooooooo...

How did you get here? Nobody's supposed to be here I tried that love thing for the last time.

My heart says "No, no." Nobody's supposed to be here.

But you came along and changed my mind.

How did you get here? Nobody's supposed to be here.

I tried that love thing for the last time.

My heart says "No, no." Nobody's supposed to be here.

But you came along and changed my mind.

When she was done, Naia was ready to run out the door screaming.

“Ohhhhhh myyyyyyyyy God! That was fucking horrible!”

“Told you.” Layla deadpanned.

“She has to be stopped! What other songs are on that karaoke machine?” Naia asks.

“Hundreds! So if you’re gonna sing, pick one and make it good! That way ears will stop ringing.” Layla replies.

Naia left her seat at the bar and walked over to where the karaoke machine was and went through the list of songs. Doing so, caught the ire of a very drunk Dylan.

“Ummmmmm what do you think you’re doing?!” She asks.

“Picking a song obviously.” She replies over her shoulder.

Dylan huffed.

“You actually think you can beat my melodious voice?” She asks.

“A dead horse can beat your voice. And just like that I found my song.” Naia replies.

“Good luck beating me!” Dylan sneered.

“Watch and learn young grasshopper.”

Naia took the mic and began to sing Give Me One Reason by Tracy Chapman.

Give me one reason to stay here. And I'll turn right back around. Give me one reason to stay here. And I'll turn right back around. Said I don't want to leave you lonely. You got to make me change my mind.

Baby I got your number. Oh and I know that you got mine. You know that I called you. I called you many times. You can call me baby. You can call me anytime, you got to call me.

Give me one reason to stay here. And I'll turn right back around. (You can see me turnin') Give me one reason to stay here. And I'll turn right back around. (You can see me turnin') Said I don't want to leave you lonely. You got to make me change my mind.

I don't want no one to squeeze me. They might take away my life. I don't want no one to squeeze me. They might take away my life. I just want someone to hold me. Oh and rock me through the night.

People started to gather around Naia as she sang. When she looked towards the bar, she winked at Layla. Layla mouthed the words “next drink is on the house.”

This youthful heart can love you. Yes and give you what you need. I said this youthful heart can love you. Oh and give you what you need. But I'm too old to go chasin' you around. Wastin' my precious energy.

Give me one reason to stay here. Yes and I'll turn right back around. (You can see me turnin') Give me one reason to stay here. Oh I'll turn right back around. (You can see me turnin') Said I don't want to leave you lonely. You got to make me change my mind.

Baby just give me one reason. Oh give me just one reason why. Baby just give me one reason. Oh give me just one reason why I should stay. Said I told you that I loved you. And there ain't no more to say.

When she finished the applause was thunderous. She had everyone on their feet. When she looked out on the crowd, she saw a visibly angry Dylan. Naia smirked and winked at her, which further infuriated her.

When Naia walked back to the bar, she got the feeling someone was watching her but she didn’t know who that someone was.

“Soooooo…how was that?” Naia asked Layla as she reached the bar.

“AMAZING! Now if you can beat her brother at pool, the bar is on the house.” Layla replied.

“Sold!”

“Well get to it girlie! Because you’ve been eyeing that bottle of tequila over my shoulder since you got here.”

Naia snickered then took off towards the crowd gathered around Tyler. As she went to WB w the crowd was she got the same feeling that she was being watched. And she was indeed being watched. Trent was tuned into her movements even through his blindness.

“Well this looks like fun!” Naia says as she reaches the pool table.

“Go away! Nobody wants you here!” Dylan hissed.

“What’s the matter princess? Scared I’ll beat your brother like I beat you?” Naia teased.

“You can’t beat me!” Tyler huffed.

“Wanna bet?” She asked him.

“Sure. How much are you willing to lose?”

“Since I beat your sister:  $1,000.00.” She replies. She didn’t think he’d take her seriously.

“You’re on! Best 2 out of 3?” He asks.

“Then you’ve got yourself a game.” She replies.

Once the balls were lined up and it was up to her to break. She got stripes while he got solid.

“Let’s go!” She tells him.

The two were evenly matched with the first game going to her and the second going to him. And it all came down to the last game. Naia had an impossible split. Or so that’s what Tyler and the crowd that was gathered around them thought.

“I’ll make you a deal new girl. If you bank this shot, I’ll up the bet from $1,000.00 to $3,000.00.” He said to her.

“Deal!” Naia replies.

Naia tucked a hair that out of place behind her ear, lined up her shot and sank both balls. Beating a very stunned Tyler.

“TAKE! THAT!” She squealed.

“But! But! I…we…” Tyler stammers as he goes pale.

“You lost just like your sister? Yeah I know. Now pay up!” She told him.

That’s when Dylan jumped into Naia’s face.

“You cheated!” She screeched.

“No, your brother ran his mouth and lost. And now he has to pay up. So give me my money!” Naia yelled back.

When Dylan reared back to slap Naia, Trent caught her hand.

“Hey! Let go T!” Dylan yelled.

“We’re not doing this again. Now Tyler pay the lady her money. You know you have it.” Trent said in a stern voice.

There was something about him that caught Naia’s eye.

“My dad will kill me if I pay her!” Tyler whined.

The twins looked at Trent with puppy dog eyes. But he didn’t budge.

“You’re no fun, T!” Tyler whined.

“Don’t care. Now pay her!”

Tyler groaned as he pulled money out of his pocket then handed it to Trent.

“Here!” Tyler pouted.

Trent took the money and handed it to Naia. When their hands touched, it set off a spark inside her. The same kind of spark she felt with Roman.

“Sorry about those two. They don’t know how to lose gracefully.” He said to her.

“Don’t worry about it. Thanks for getting my money.” She replied.

Trent turned to the twins then said, “beat it you two! We don’t need anymore trouble.”

The crowd dispersed after the twins huffed then walked out. And Naia found herself back at the bar gushing with Layla.

“Ohhhhhh myyyyyyyyy God! Look at this! I just won $3,000.00!”

“I can't believe you did that! No one has ever beaten the twins. Their dad will be so pissed that they lost that kind of money.”

“In the words of T.I. ‘it ain’t tricking if you got it!’”

They two laughed.

“Okay but in all seriousness, thank you! It’s about time that someone brought those two out of the clouds. So here’s your brand new shiny bottle of tequila!” Layla said as she gave Naia the bottle.

“Thank youuuuuu!” Naia squealed.

Just then Trent called out.

“Layla! Another round?”

Layla groaned and rolled her eyes.

“Who is that?” Naia asked.

“That’s Trent. He works for the twins dad.” Layla replied.

“Is he their bodyguard or something?” Naia asked.

“No but he’s always around when those two cause trouble. Let me go fill their orders.” Layla replies.

“Okay. I’ll be here with my brand new bottle.”

Layla shook her head and headed off towards Trent and his crew. Naia couldn’t help but look the same way. Her eyes instantly went to Trent. He was beautiful and there was something about him that stuck with her.

He enchanted her and what she didn’t know was she did the same for him. After the bar closed, Naia began walking back to her uncle’s house. She got halfway down the street when Trent caught up with her.

“Hey!” He said to her.

“Hi! How are you?” She replied.

“I’m good. You must be new in town. I’m Trent.”

“I know. Layla told me your name. I’m Naia.”

“It’s nice to meet you Naia.”

“Likewise. It’s nice to meet another friendly face outside of Layla and my uncle.“

“It’s dark out here. Mind if I walk you home?” He asked.

“Sure. Especially when I’m not sure which way to go.” She replied.

“Where does your uncle live?” He asked.

“Just outside of town. His house backs up to the woods.” She replied.

Even though it was nighttime, he flashed a smile at her that made her heart leap. As they walked they talked about what their lives were like growing up, what college life was like and past loves. She had just met him but she felt she knew him her whole life. When they got to her uncle’s front door, they weren’t ready to say goodbye.

“So this is me…”

“So it would seem. Thank you for letting me walk you home.”

“No thank you. Because I probably would’ve gotten lost and would’ve wandered around the woods for days.”

“I think you would’ve found your way home.”

There was a magnetic pull between them that neither could deny. Before either knew what they were doing, they kissed. It was a slow, sensual and deep  kiss. And when it ended both were desperate for more.

“Wow!”

“What you said.”

“I better get inside.”

“Will I see you again?” He asked.

“Of course. I’ll be here for a while.” She replies.

“Good. Have a good night Naia.”

“Goodnight Trent.”

When she went inside her heart was racing. And she wanted more. She wanted him. This was the exact same way she felt when she kissed Roman.

The next morning after showering, she was in the kitchen fixing herself breakfast. 

Her uncle still hadn’t returned from fishing. She had just sat down to eat her breakfast when the front door swung open. It was a man and a woman. They were two of the people she’d seen with Roman.

“Come! The ceremony awaits you!” He commanded.

“1.) no. 2.) WHAT THE HELL?!” Naia replies.

“We’re wasting time! Come now!” The woman demanded.

“What the hell? Get out!” Naia screamed.

When the woman went to grab Naia, she danced out the way. That’s when the man grabbed Naia and threw her over his shoulder. He dragged her out of the house, with her kicking and screaming.

“Let me go!” She screamed.

She struggled to get free but he was way too strong. She was thrown in the back of a van and a hood was placed over her head. Naia had no idea where they were taking her. And she was terrified of finding out.

[hwauas]

🕊️: "the saviour"

choi san | 최산 - 1,208 words

you were trapped. the man in front of you wasn't moving an inch even though you were hitting his chest. since this moment he grabbed you as you were passing by the alley, he never left you. and no matter how hard you screamed, no one came.

“yeah baby. you get it. i like it when you're screaming. i love to see you being desperate.~” it was getting on your nerves. but even though you were angry, you still didn't manage to do anything.

the man wasn't just blocking you at this point; his whole body came in touch with yours. he was almost waving his whole body, and especially his hips, against your own body. he grabbed your throat with a hand, and started pressing it.

“listen baby. you will be the nice little slut you are, and you're gonna listen to me carefully. you have to give me whatever i want. i won't try or think about disobeying me, if i were you..”

you started to cry. it was a mix up of different feelings. fear, stress, disgust, distress.

so, that's how you're going to lose your virginity ? in a alley ? with someone you didn't even know ? with someone that was disgusting you ? against your agreement ?

hopeless, you nodded. you were crying a lot and, since you tried a lot of time to scream but nobody came, why using your energy to be loud while crying ? it was better for you to manage your energy to escape as soon as possible.

so you let him do whatever he wanted on your body. you closed your eyes, as if it would help you going through this.

you felt his hand starting to push up your shirt, and his cold fingers running on your skin on your belly. you felt them slowly going up to you bra, and suddenly..

nothing.

you opened your eyes, and saw an arm around your kidnapper's neck. you eyes shone with hope. did someone finally hear you..? find you ?

“what are you doing ?” you couldn't see your saviour's face but you could say he was angry. his voice was low, yet very clear. to be honest, it got you having shivers down your spine.

your eyes were full of stars as you saw this tall and skin man dominating your kidnapper.

as you were told by your saviour, you escaped from this monster's hold and ran to the crowded street. you sat down on the floor, against a wall, trying to process what happened.

you were almost traumatized by what just happened. how far could it have gone ?

you looked up as you saw the skinny man in front of you. you smiled weakly while he was giving you back your stuffs you dropped when this man started to assault you.

“t-thank you..” you whispered, the head low. this man was so handsome, and you were so vulnerable. this man was so kind, and you were so weak. you felt so embarrassed in front of him. “i wish i met you in other conditions..”

as he crouched down in front of you, you saw some blood drops falling from his lips.

“hey, it's totally okay. you couldn't do anything against him. he was really strong and you were petrified.” he smiled softly to you. it warmed up your whole body. you felt safe by his side even though you didn't know him.

“may i ask you your name?” the man asked. you smiled softly, and nodded.

“y/n. i'm y/n. and.. what's yours..?” as you asked him, you took a tissue from your handbag. you softly wiped away the blood drops with the tissue. he let you do so, and smiled gently to you after.

“i'm San. thank you.. for the blood..” he grabbed your hands and helped you getting on your feet.

you looked directly into his eyes while getting up. and this is why you ended up against him. your face inches apart of his.

“h-hum.. S-San..? would you.. would you mind letting clean your wound.. at my place..?” you were blushing while asking that. you couldn't just let him go anywhere with his bleeding lip whereas he just helped and saved you. you were thankful. but you were afraid he might take it in the wrong way. “i-i just want.. to help you in return..”

you felt calmer as you saw a little yet comforting smile coming across his lips.

“i wouldn't mind.. if anything happens again to you, i'll be there.”

once you grabbed everything, you headed to your place with San right by your side.

the walk was quiet, yet it wasn't awkward. he sometimes smiled to you when your eyes met his. and you couldn't help but smile back to him.

once you reached your place, you unlocked the front door, and let him go inside before you.

“i'm sorry if it's a little bit messy.. i didn't expect something like that to happens and..” you were worried about the idea of showing a bad image of your apartment and your habits. it wasn't usual for you to be messy.

“y/n, relax. it's okay. we all have clothes lying around. it's okay sometimes to be less careful.” San spoke softly. and it worked pretty well on you. you felt less stressed about that.

you mentioned San to follow you, what he did, and you made him sit on the edge of the bathtub.

“no one heard me screaming for help.. if you haven't been here.. i don't know what would have happened..” you said softly as you started cleaning his wound.

“don't think about it, y/n. i was here. it's all that matter. you're safe now”

you spent the next ten minutes cleaning his wound softly.

and there you were, sitting on your sofa with San by your side.

without knowing why, you could tell that San was trustworthy. he had this comforting aura that made you feel safe by his side.

you talked a lot together, you learnt more about each other. it was only hours side you first met each other. but it felt like you've known him for years. he gave him his phone number, and you gave him yours.

you eventually asked him to stay over for dinner. so you cooked together. you laughed together. it was a very good moment you shared together.

later, once you both ate, again you were on your sofa. during a silent, you shyly spoke. “San.. i know it might sounds weird to you but.. i don't want to face anybody now after what happened.. you're the only one i can ask this. i feel safe by your side, a-and..” you started shaking. you were stressed about what San would think about you after.

but his hand on yours calmed you down. “relax. you can ask me anything”

“i'd like.. you to stay here.. tonight.. please..” you avoided his gaze, looking down at your hands with his.

you heard San giggling. it was the softest melody you've ever heard. “it's okay. i'll stay here.”

you smiled to him; a genuine smile.

it was an evening full of laughter. full of happiness. which ended your day better than it started.

[z-iridest]

Fly Me To the Moon: A Mirio Togata x reader One Shot

Warnings: Nah, fam, just super domestic fluff

Incoming understatement of the year: You were exhausted.

After a long day at work, a day that included countless customers, 3 of them being pissed off and taking it out on you in a yelling spree, your normally high spirits were at an all time low. You were about ready to just pass out on the couch for the day due to all the drama having drained your energy. You... Were... Done. At least there was one thing, or rather one person, you could look forward to...

After two years of dating, you and your boyfriend, Mirio Togata, had moved in together. The apartment you shared with him was small, but it honestly fit you both. It was comfy, with just enough room for both of you, and it honestly couldn't have felt more like home to you. When you opened the door, the smell of your favorite food came to your nose, coming from the kitchen. Your stomach instantly grumbled, reminding you that you had skipped lunch that day due to how busy it had been. You tiredly slipped off your shoes before you heard it. "Here, honey, lemme get that." Your boyfriend's soothing voice came to your ears before you saw him in his sun shining glory, coming toward you. You felt his warm, calloused hands help you out of your coat before his strong arms wrapped around you. A relieved and exhausted sigh left you as you hugged him back, being held to his chest. His hugs alone had always been enough to melt away the stress, or at least a little of it, and today was no exception. His body heat washed over you as his cologne flooded your nose, quickly melting away the stress of the day you had just come back from. He lifted your eyes to his eye level with a finger under your chin before he peppered your face in soft kisses. You couldn't help but giggle, practically feeling the blond, adorable bastard grinning against your skin before his lips ended the affectionate assault on your own lips. You gladly returned it, kissing him back before your stomach growled again, louder this time and breaking the silence. As you blushed in embarrassment, Mirio laughed at the randomness of it. As sweet as Mirio's kisses were, you were painfully reminded of the need for actual food. "Come on, sunshine, let's get you fed. Once we're done, I'll handle the dishes while you shower and we can cuddle together." He told you as he pulled away, taking your hand in his before leading you to the table. As you approached the table, he pulled put a chair for you, a plate of food already waiting for you to devour. You thanked him as you sat down, a blush evident on your face. Two years of being with Mirio, and yet, his gentlemanly mannerisms always caught you by surprise when he performed them.... He beamed as he sat down next to you and the two of you dug in, holding the other's free hand as the two of you ate and talked about your day.

Moments later, you had finished your shower. It had felt good, and thanks to Mirio's tender loving care, you were relaxed and ready for bed. You dressed in a pair of your shorts and one of Mirio's T-shirts. Being Mirio's girl had it's perks, and watching that blond boy go from smiling and chipper to a flustered mess everytime he saw you in a shirt or hoodie of his, was too funny to not enjoy at least one more time. Speaking of your blond boyfriend, you went to go find him.

As you got closer to the kitchen, you could hear some soft jazz music playing and.... Wait, was he humming along? You smiled. It wasn't very often that you got to hear Mirio sing, but when he did... It honestly did something to you.... Just as you made your presence known, a song you had heard before played. While you couldn't quite place the exact artist or name, you knew it was an oldie, and Mirio's favorite. He turned around just then and smiled as he walked toward you, starting a sweet serenade that would make any girl swoon.

Fly me to the moon

Let me play among the stars

Let me see what spring is like

On a, Jupiter and Mars

In other words, hold my hand

Mirio took hold of your hands and pulled you close as he began to dance with you, holding you close to him. You held onto him, the smile never leaving your face.

In other words, baby, kiss me

Fill my heart with song

And let me sing for ever more

You are all I long for

All I worship and adore

In other words, please be true

In other words, I love you

Mirio smiled as he pressed his nose to yours in an eskimo kiss, making you giggle softly.

Fill my heart with song

Let me sing for ever more

You are all I long for

All I worship and adore

In other words, please be true

In other words, in other words

Mirio smiled as he held you as close as he could, seriousness in his eyes as he looked into your e/c ones and whispered, "I love you." Before softly kissing your lips.

Two years with Mirio had proven one thing: He was the sunshine in your life: bright, golden, and warm.

How had you ever lived without him?

(A/N: Quick thing! Mirio's V.A. actually sang a cover of this song! ^.^ please listen to it, as it inspired this little one shot: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=kSKCgCLGbds

[shibalen]

HIYA! This is me ✨ anon! I was about to sleep when you posted this gajshsjs better do it fast- Okay so, I would like a romantic match-up for Akatsuki no Yona and Haikyuu! I dont think I'll be able to summon those other emojis so I would like music box and jewellery box uwu. My nickname is Oya! I am a female with long straight black hairs and black eyes and I wear glasses. I am smol, 160cm, and a bit on the chubby side :"). I am a INTP-T so this shows I am an introverted person. ✨(1/2)✨

I also have trust issues so its really hard for me to open up to new people but once I get to know them I'll never leave their side. I also have anger issues so I bust out at the wrong time hahaha. I love to sleep, eat and be lazy all day doing nothing. If something interests me I would get obsessed with it. I have a disliking towards dogs because of some encounters in the past TvT. Just a little fun fact- sometimes I purr like a kitty 🐯. ✨(2/3)✨ (me made a little mistake I think-)

In a relationship, I would place loyalty and trust over everything else! Oh and I just saw that do you own many plants? Damn my house has like its own garden on the roof. Thanks for this and remember to always take care of yourself and stay safe 🌸 ✨(3/3)✨

♡︎ matchup for ✨anon

howdy! i'm so glad you made it on time. i really hope you enjoy your matches!

akatsuki no yona: i match you with . . .

shin-ah !!

• i know you two sound too similar to be matched but i promise once you come to trust each other the result is the most beautiful !!

• as an intp-t you are easy-going, have rich imagination and don't need extravagant objects in your life to feel happy. i am 100% sure Shin-ah would love these qualities in a lover.

• also, you need not look further for someone loyal and trustworthy because Shin-ah is the perfect example of those traits. no one will cherish you like he does. for you he'd go to the moon and back ♡︎

• he's a little difficult to understand sometimes but over time you learn to read his body language and tone of voice to determine how he's feeling. your bond exceeds the limits of words. it is something much deeper, almost spiritual.

• your relationship development was no doubt a long road, seeing as both of you were rather guarded at first, but i believe it was something that also brought you together.

• before you were ready to join the rest of the gang by the fire during dinners, you would sit by yourself. Shin-ah, being a shy boy but also knowing you were on your guard, began slowly sitting closer to you every time. it was little things like that which made you become closer.

• you grew together very naturally, respecting each others' boundaries until there were almost none between you two (o´ω`o)

• it's so lovely how you're always by each others side, not perhaps always talking but doing things like napping, eating and walking side-by-side. anybody can see what a cute couple you make.

• i'm telling you he's in love with how much passion you have for your interests. when you're telling him about all the plants you like or a crazy dream you had he'd mostly be quiet, hanging on your every word.

• but sometimes you'll catch him with a small smile or muttering "tell me more". you're like his own ray of sunshine

• once to explain it to him, i think he'll be fairly good at understanding your outbursts. he lived with Ao for a long time and knows when someone is under pressure.

• he'll try his best to help you. he has a very calm energy so being about him definitely has a good influence. will very gently reach out to you to get you away from your source of anger. "Oya, let's go."

• giving you his fluff when you're cold !! if you invite him to snuggle up to you, might catch a glimpse of him holding back tears before turning away to wipe them off.

• and speaking of, napping with Shin-ah is the best experience you can ask for: he's so soft and warm, and sometimes he'll hold onto you in his sleep like a small child— gets teased by Jae-Ha about it later shhh

• poor bby gets a little insecure when someone's flirting with you or even having your attention for a little too long :( if you're comfortable with it then he just subtly sulks in the background but if not then he'll be by your side in a second to ward off the character.

• when you're feeling shy or uncomfortable he'll either pull you close to hide within his fluff or pet your head. though he doesn't speak much, his actions speak for themselves.

• he brings you flowers and puts them in your hair. the contrast of your dark hair and light petals make it look like you have a tiny garden on your head, it makes Shin-ah's heart flutter to the point you can see his blush ♡︎

• your dates include romantic moonlit walks in a forest, firefly viewing, napping, making flower crowns and exploring new towns you travel to !!

♫︎ music box

— Dandelions by Ruth B.

— Talk To Me by Cavetown

— Lost In You by Khai Dreams

— Sunshine by Keaton Stormberg

— Angel With A Shotgun by The Cab

♡︎ runner up: Jae-ha

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

haikyuu: i match you with . . .

lev haiba !!

• i know for a fact Lev would l o v e your innovative and curious way of thinking as an intp-t !! also you're chill but don't open up much at first so that raises his curiosity towards you.

• you were classmates but hung around in too different circles to interact properly until . . . you both fell asleep in the same class. the teacher sent you to the corridor to think about your actions.

• while you were feeling embarrassed, Lev was a little cranky that his nap was interrupted and how sleepy he still was. he told you there was nothing to be embarrassed about since it was school in the first place that made you tired.

• despite your differences in personality (and you finding him kind of intimidating), Lev was super friendly and kept talking about volleyball and asking you questions. even afterward he came to talk to you because he honestly found you so pretty and smart and wanted to get to know you more ♡︎

• you soon noticed it was easy to trust him but it wasn't until another while that he asked you out. of course, he wanted to do it sooner but both Kuroo and Yaku said to make sure you were completely comfortable with him first.

• he brought you over to watch when they were having a practice match with Fukurodani. it was great.

• "Oya? " "Oya oya?" "Oya oya oya." i'm sorry i had to

• mate, you guys have over a 30cm height difference !! it's almost a second nature for this boy to pick you up, hug you and spin you around. you drown in his jersey but you know he loves it.

• you don't have to worry about hurting him when getting angry: sunshine boy lets it go easily. he'll only focus of making you feel better by joking around. "it's okay, Oya! compared to Yaku-san you're an angel!"

• when he first heard you purring he was like (´•ω•`)? but then changed to ((っ･ω･)っ lemme hold you you're too cute asdfghjk

• but you know he can be such a blabbermouth sometimes. when he's with the rest of the Nekoma team he can't help but talk about you. how excited you are about your interests, how adorable you are when you're napping, the list never ends, oh dear (¯∇¯٥)

• the boys can't decide whether it's cute or cringe that he has like a hundred pictures of you on his phone and his phone's background is a selfie of the two of you with edited cat ears and whiskers.

• spoiler: it's cute af and it makes him grin everytime he looks at it

• if there aren't any upcoming exams or games you meet up every saturday just to laze around and take it easy. when he gets stressed or is under the weather so being with you is the perfect relief.

• during a particularly rough week he'll complain what sounds like every second of the day. he'll be very whiny and touchy with you until and if you tell him to stop. but at least please hold his hand on your way home !!

• you do dumb but cute stuff together while hanging out like competing who can fit more popcorn in their mouth or doing the duck face with pringles chips and see who will laugh first (it's Lev)

• he can't remember all the types of plants you own so he names them himself. whenever he comes over he'll wave at them and call them something like Tom, Jeffrey or RedWheels666 lol

• a very fulfilling relationship: you provide the down-to-earth approach and the braincells while Lev is the social daredevil that is spontaneous enough for both of you.

• dates with the two of you include stay-at-home dinners with movies, cosy blanket and cuddles, karaoke nights, walks in the park and by ponds as well as visits to zoos and aquariums !!

𑁍 jewellery box

— favourite memory with you:

when you went on a school trip to a beach resort and after a long day of playing beach volleyball and hanging out with friends you two sneaked out to walk along the beach. you were sharing some snacks and chatting away. it was the first time you truly opened up to him. he remembers watching you smile so wide, so beautifully and being absolutely whipped.

— favourite activity to do together:

as much as he l o v e s napping with you, Lev's favourite activity together is, in fact, training. sounds strange, i know, but you don't even have to be athletic or do anything at all, he just likes having you there because you motivate him to do his best. you joke around, and count his pushups—if you're in a gym everyone else is jelly.

— favourite place to kiss you:

your stomach and cheeks. sometimes he challenges you to tickle fights just so he can peck your face with kisses or your belly. they're so soft he can't resist ♡︎

— favourite nicknames to call you by:

baby, because i know he just would. also your nickname and bean because that's what he called you before he knew your name so now it's a running gag between y'all.

— favourite thing about you:

probably that you're just as curious as him about your surroundings. it means that you join in when he gets excited over something instead of scolding him. you also don't mind his blunt nature and know he means well ♡︎

♡︎ runner up: Hajime Iwaizumi

there you go! thank you for the sweet words, i do try taking care though sometimes it's hard (✿^‿^) don't forget to take time off for yourself, dear ♡︎

[one-spidey-boii]

BUMMER SUMMER || peter parker; ch nine

read ch eight here

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an; i’ve really struggled with juggling all my responsibilities lately so please forgive me. i just ate questionable fried rice and i’m feeling mediocre at best. have a great day you guys.

warnings; mentions of battle wounds (i.e. blood/scars/etc), smut, mature language, fluff, angst, both peter and oc are 18+!!

word count; 3.1k+

edie's pov

i take in a deep breath and click the call button on my phone after hovering over it with my thumb for a few long and painful seconds. i slowly bring it up to my ear. on the third ring, a small click sounds on the other end.

"ah! you're still alive. yippee!" tony's voice chirps jokingly at me from wherever he and the rest of the avengers were staying. i sit up in my bed and play with the end seam of my shorts.

"i am..." i trail off awkwardly, not entirely sure what to say to the man. he's making me call him everyday, and i don't know how long it's going to last, but i'm already running out of things to tell him at this point. i'm healing, my bruises are fading, the pain is subsiding.

"is peter treating you right?" he asks. i gulp at his question, remembering the moments peter and i shared only a day ago.

"u-uh yeah, wait- um what do you mean?" i stutter out, mentally kicking myself.

"i mean, is he taking care of you? yanno, making you chicken noodle soup or hot chocolate and giving you back massages- actually scratch that last one, i don't wanna think about that." he rambles on, my face flushes and i pull loose pieces of fabric off of my shorts completely in panic. no way can mr. stark find out about peter and i...whatever we are.

"hey! it's not like that." i mumble, doing my best to cover my nerves.

"yeah, sure it's not." tony retorts back with a snort, his voice just above a whisper. i'm at a loss for words, "uh, pfft, yeah, it's not."

"i don't care either way- well, that's a lie, i care a little bit. just keep healing and make sure peter stays sharp out there." i squirm in my spot and continue to update mr. stark on my condition, eager to get off of the phone.

with a final 'goodbye' and 'don't do anything stupid'- he ends the call and i flop back down on my bed. my side only slightly aches when i move now, becoming less of an annoyance and more of a numbing feeling.

i glance around my room at my fresh yellow walls. the color brightens the space and brings a warm feeling to the pit of my stomach. but my bed is still in the middle of the room, making me feel open and vulnerable on all sides. with one big huff i roll out of bed and plant my feet at the end of the frame. i give one push with both hands and the bed goes skidding back to the wall. in the process, my side cramps up and a burning sensation pushes its way through my body, making me wince.

"you okay there?" a soft, yet teasing voice speaks up from behind me. i dip my head down between my arms still placed on the bed and peek at the intruder through my legs from upside down. peter stands there, a lazy smirk spread across his lips. i roll my eyes and flip my head back up to turn around and face the boy.

"absolutely. i don't always need your help, parker." i reply and lean against the end of my bed. after the alarm went off last night, peter and i spent our time making food until he had to go out on patrol, more hesitant that ever to leave. none of us said a word about the disturbance, despite my suspicions. he returned late in the morning, later than his usual schedule. and when he did get back, he went straight to sleep, not even making it to his room. he stayed fast asleep on the couch until late afternoon. i guess he came straight to me after he woke up.

it's only been two days since i've been out, but my body is growing restless at the lack of adventure. jealousy poked at heart knowing that he would be the one seeing and protecting the city until mr. stark deemed me ready to get back out there.

i push the feeling away, not wanting to focus on things i have no control over.

peter takes a few steps closer to me, speaking playfully, "so, mr. stark gave me a call today. he wanted to know if i was taking care of you." once his body reaches mine, his fingertips immediately move to trail along my hips, "what do you think, wolfie? am i taking good care of you?" his voice lowers the closer he leans in.

i gulp audibly at his question, thinking back to my own conversation with mr. stark. my eyes meet his and i can’t t form any words under his gaze. so i just nod sheepishly at him, it seems to be the only thing i can do lately. peter's mouth curls into a satisfied smirk and it makes my stomach drop into my feet. an overwhelming surge of heat passes through my body and i have to lean back farther into the mattress for support.

peter and i didn't really talk about what had happened yesterday. at the time, it didn't seem weird or out of the ordinary. it felt natural, good. now that we've—i've—had time to think about it, well, i don't know what to think. i don't even know what to say to him. it's embarrassing how much control he seems to have over me, after so many years of being able to joke around as friends.

now his closeness makes my heart squeeze both in adoration and frustration. i'm angry at how fast he's able to make me melt into his hands. i used to tease and make him blush, now he somehow turned the tables. just add that to the list of things i can't control.

peter leans in, close enough to pepper a soft kiss to the corner of my lips, "i gotta head out, but i'll be around." he pulls away and points to his ear, where his comm rests.

"see you around." i say with a level voice, now too focused on gaining a hold of myself to be sweet with him. he drops his remaining hand from my hip, choosing to ignore my change in demeanor. with a small wave that reminds me of the nervous boy he used to be, he turns the corner and i'm alone again.

my skin is buzzing. the feeling is mostly concentrated on where peter's fingers had been, but it's spreading quick. needing a distraction from the feeling, i change out of my comfy clothes into something a little more suited for action. i rumble through my luggage and pull out a black sports bra with leggings to match. before i leave, i shove my own comm in my ear.

after making my way to the training room, i set up a few different targets. the first one is a simple circle with three red rings spaced around a red center, i place it firmly on the ground. the next one is the same, except this time i suspend it into the air, letting it sway back and forth. the last one is a little different. it's human shaped. as a fighter who refrains from hurting people as much as possible, i'm hesitant to set this one up. but after what i went through, i need the practice on a human target.

i flip through my phone and search for some music to get my energy up, i connect to the speakers that run throughout the house and crank up the volume. the bass of the music cancels out the continuous buzzing through my body, allowing me to shake the tension away. i stretch in front of the mirror before pulling a table to the far side of the room, opposite the targets.

on the table i set out an array of throwing knives, each one reflecting the fluorescent light from the high ceilings. i run my hand over the edge of one knife in particular before grabbing the handle and nailing the middle of the hanging target in one fluent motion. the knife sticks out from the center as the momentum violently swings the target in the air.

i take in a deep breath and pick up two more, one in each hand. i throw both at the same time, hitting the grounded target side by side with barely an inch between them. i continue to practice on the two targets, using up all the knives on the table in the process. i'm sweating and panting as i go to collect them and start again. i let my eyes pass over the human shaped target, but i quickly look away and focus on the other two once again.

after ignoring the last target for what seems like forever, i stop myself mid throw as i notice how shredded the others have become. i drop my arm to my side and use my other hand to turn off the music.

the silence of the room makes the pounding in my ears almost unbearable as i scope out my last challenge of the night. the lifeless figure has no face. it's only the silhouette of a head and torso, a simple shape. despite the fact, i can still see the features of one person in particular.

i raise my hand and ready myself to throw the potentially deadly weapon held in my grasp. i can feel my heart rate pick up and i stare down the figure before me.

a female, seemingly innocent.

my breathing grows heavier as i fall back on the memories of that night, only a few days ago.

she looked scared, all i wanted to do was help.

my stance falters at the thought. my eyes clouding over as i grit my teeth and shake my head to snap myself out of it.

"see what happens when you try and help people?"

with a grunt, i charge at the inanimate target before me. my legs cross the floor in three simple strides as i jump up to plunge the knife into the head of the target. i slide down and i hold the knife tighter in my grasp, letting it slice all the way down the figure, nearly severing it in two. i drop the weapon.

with heavy breaths, i turn to grab another human shaped target. i kick the other one out of the way, replacing it with the new one.

i try different attacks, needing to set up a new target every time i 'kill' the last one. i do it again, and again, and again- picturing the same face every time.

peter's pov

i can't just come out and tell edie i'm searching for the people that attacked her. but i can't come up with any explanation as to why i'm staying out so late—err, early? i don't know. i do know that every second i'm not out here looking, it's becoming more and more dangerous for her. it scares me.

the sun is peaking out from behind the tall buildings of the city. i spent the entire night staking out two people specifically, but no such luck. now i'm sat atop a building, hesitant to call it a day and go back to edie. but, oh boy, i want to see her. thinking about her makes my heart swell, and now that i'm finally able to show her how i feel, it seems like the whole world let out of sigh of relief for me.

i like the way she reacts to me. it being a huge contrast to the playful, witty banter that we used to share exclusively. now, when we get close- i'm the one who takes control. it's a weird change of pace between the both of us, but i don't mind it one bit. it’s almost like i crave it.

once making the decision to go back to the compound, i swing myself across the city, eager to see edie. i get to the door and press a suit covered thumb over the touch screen. the glass door slides open and i slip into the cold air of the compound, making sure the glass shuts and locks behind me before i go any further.

i pull the mask off my head and stumble into the living room, hoping edie is somewhere close. when i don't see her, my face drops and i turn to jog down the hall towards her bedroom. not finding her again, i raise my hand to the comm in my ear and speak.

"e, you there? where've you run off to?" i turn on my heel again to step into my room down the hall. as i do so, her voice floods through my head.

"training room." she utters, her usual soft voice sounding hardened and cold. i quirk an eyebrow up as i change into more comfortable clothes, confused by the girls tone. nevertheless, i finish up and trot over to her.

as i round the corner, my eyes settle on her standing in the middle of the room, rolling her shoulders back with a knife in her hand. i stand quietly and watch her movements, hesitant to step in and become an accidental target. edie raises her arm to throw and adjusts her feet into a low stance. so quickly, i almost miss it, the knife flies through the air towards a human shaped figure. to my surprise- it clatters against the target and falls to the floor.

she lets out a groan and pulls at her hair, muttering profanities under her breath as she turns to see me staring. her body stiffens under my gaze and slowly she lowers her arms to her side, a doe-eyed expression on her face.

"you're back." she mutters. i take a few steps into the room and gulp at what i see. targets similar to the one she just attacked are shredded and thrown across the room in piles. there must have been fifty of them, each one damaged in a different way.

looking back at her, i force a smile on my face, "you've been busy, yeah?"

her eyes follow the path mine took and she shrugs, indifferent, "mhm. training." i nod hesitantly.

"have you slept at all?" i pipe up, curious at how long she has been here.

"not really, no."

another nod, and i shuffle over to the table that holds her collection of weapons. i'm impressed with her skills, seeing as she has no 'super powers'. but damn, she could take anyone down in seconds. i admire the girl in front of me, hoping she knows just how much i do. not long after, a bug of curiosity wiggles around my stomach.

"do...you think you could teach me?" the words slip out of my mouth before i can think of the consequences. edie looks at me with a stoney expression that makes my heart jump. i regret my words immediately, afraid that i offended her or something.

i try to take it back, "i mean- only if you want! i know it's stupid so you don't..."

the devilish smile that creeps along her face shuts me up, "i'll teach you."

i let out a small breath, "o-okay. i should probably go change." i say as i look down at my baggy clothes and compare them to her tight fitted ones. edie shakes her head and waltzes up to me, the smug smile still gracing her lips. i grow nervous, realizing i'm in her territory now. this is her thing, so i force myself to hand over the reigns.

she gestures to the rows of knives on the table, "take you pick, parker." her cool and confident voice sends a small shiver down my spine. i look closer at the table and gingerly run my fingers along each sharp edge. i stop at a knife with a shiny black blade and red handle and i pick it up to feel the weight of it in my hand. the blade isn't metal or steel and it has small ridges on the surface. i bring it closer to examine it even further.

"that's obsidian, black volcanic glass. it was used a lot in the stone ages," edie takes the knife from my hands and twirls the point on the tip of her finger, "it's sharper than steel, and nowadays surgeons use it in their scalpels...good choice, peter." she smiles up at me. i can feel my cheeks flush. she places it back in my palm and struts to the center of the mat, "we'll start close, hopefully you can hit the target. how's your aim?"

i roll my eyes at her taunting words and walk over to her place on the mat. edie strolls around me in circles, observing my body language- which is less confident than i'd like to admit. she stands in front of me and plants her hands firmly on my hips, twisting them into a desired position. next, she does the same with my shoulders, all the while sticking her tongue out in concentration.

then she comes to the knife in my hand and pulls it away, only to place it back and wrap my fingers around it one by one. it immediately feels more comfortable in my hand. she circles me one more time and hums in satisfaction at her work.

"now, obsidian is brittle, so it's really important to make your shot count or else you risk breaking the blade," edie comes back around my front and leans in close, her finger resting under my chin, "don't break my blade." she threatens with a smug smile curling at the edge of her lips. i can't stop my eyes from dropping down to look at them, and she notices.

edie traces her finger along my jaw line, making me shiver once again. i groan at the lack of control over my body and my eyes widen at the sound. she just smiles and lets her hand fall down my chest to finally rest at her side before taking a step back. she points behind her to a circular target a few yards away.

"give it a go." her voice grows softer, encouraging me to make a move. i tighten my grip around the knife and raise my arm to chuck it at the target. i stop short.

"could you...maybe show me first?"

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