#(grabs you by the collar) play 999

[orphetoon]

zero escape is trending so here’s a really old piece of junpei i don’t think i ever posted here

[hookedsworks]

HOOKEDHOBBIES KINKTOBER 2024

Day 3 - Public Sex

masterpost

word count: 999

SLEEP TOKEN (again) III x IV, clowning on III's hair care, sex club, dark-ish!IV (he's pushy), III takes aphrodisiac, undiscussed kink

as always, don't like, don't read

IV was combing his fingers through III’s hair. He needed a deep condition, stat. IV yawned. III sat upright when he heard IV’s jaw creak. 

“We should do something,” he said. II and Vessel were deep in the studio, so they weren’t going to be going anywhere. But III wanted to do something. He wasn’t sure he even cared what. 

“We are doing something. We’re hanging out,” 

“Noooo, IV! I want to go do something. Anything,” IV raised an eyebrow at III’s bitchy tone. He hooked a finger into III’s day collar. 

“Fine, let’s go do something,” 

IV was taking a risk. He had no idea if III would be into this sort of club, and he certainly didn’t know if III was actually willing to play. But, he was being a brat, so IV would take the risk. III was all too happy to follow him out to a vehicle and jump in the passenger seat. 

“Where are we going?” 

“Surprise,” 

“What are we doing?” 

“Surprise,” IV had grabbed the small chocolate square beforehand, and handed it to III. “You can break that in half and give me half,” 

“Mmm, nope. Since you won’t tell me where we’re going, you can’t have a treat,” III popped it into his mouth before IV could even protest. 

“Uh, you might regret that, III,” 

“Why, it’s not like it’s a laxative? Is it?” 

“No, no, nothing like that. Just. Well. I guess we’re going to have a fun evening,” he decided to not tell III that it was an aphrodisiac chocolate. He’d find out soon enough. 

They pulled up. The building was black, the door nearly blended in. III was looking around critically. IV could see the questions on his face. Then, he saw the subtle shift. He saw III’s face get slightly pink. There it is. He grinned at III. 

“Ready?” 

“For what?” III’s voice was higher pitched now. He sounded nervous. 

“Oh, don’t be scared. You’re going to have so much fun tonight,” 

III flushed a darker pink once they were inside. The club was dark. There were warm lights everywhere, overstuffed couches, a really rich looking bar. The walls were carved stone bricks, jutting out at various angles. Music was playing, kind of low, but thumping through the air. IV was watching him shift uncomfortably. He got each of them a drink. Mocktails - he did not want to forget a single thing this evening. Some tropical paradise drink for III and a mint soda for him. III was wide eyed, looking over at a couch across the room. 

“IV, they’re fucking,” 

“That looks like a blow job to me, love,” 

“In a club, IV! A club! Did you bring me to a fucking sex club!” 

“Smart boy,” III had the widest, most adorable eyes IV had ever seen on him. He swept his eyes over III and saw that he was hard. IV placed his drink on the table and took III’s out of his hand. “Are you into it?” 

“I-I,” IV ran his hand up III’s thigh, grazed over his dick. He saw III’s lips part, and his pupils dilated further. “We… won’t get in trouble?” 

“No, baby. Look around you,” IV gestured around the club. People were in various positions, various couplings, various groupings. There was even one person restrained on a St. Andrew’s cross. They were being flogged. IV crawled up III’s body, settling on his hips. He ground his plump ass into III’s hips. III groaned. The chocolate was working him up. “Do you want to fuck me?” IV tugged on III’s earlobe with his teeth. III rolled his eyes back, and IV knew he had him. He sat back so he could undo III’s pants. “Lift your hips,” he got III’s pants down below his bony ass. IV rid himself of his own clothes, revealing his little lace thong. 

“Did you have this planned?” III asked, his eyes angry. 

“No, no, this was spontaneous, remember? You wanted to do something,” 

“Then why are you wearing a thong?” 

“What? Do you not like it? I think I look cute,” he spun so III could see the delicate lace overlay that dusted the tops of IV’s asscheeks. The thong was navy and it set IV’s skin off beautifully. 

“You do look nice,” III mumbled. IV sat back down on top of III, still wearing the thong. 

“Just be nice and push it to the side,” IV began kissing all along III’s neck. III was clearly feeling the chocolate. IV had always wanted to bring III here, but had never been sure he’d go for it. He gave him the perfect opportunity tonight and IV took it. 

Now he had III panting below him, harder than a rock, semi delirious with an aphrodisiac fueled desire for the man in his lap. 

“Where… where do we get lube?” IV leaned over the couch and found the basket, one of hundreds scattered throughout the club. 

“Here, baby. Warm it up for me,” III nodded, coated his fingers, and then wrapped his arms around IV. He hooked his finger around the thong and used the lubricated fingers to work IV open. It was easy, considering that IV had been plugged most of the day. His body opened for III and III lined himself up. He didn’t appear interested in foreplay, and IV found the ambiance to be foreplay enough for this right now. The moment III notched his cock at IV’s entrance, he basically slammed himself down on III’s cock. He worked them both hard and fast, bouncing up and down in III’s lap. 

“H-hey, slow down,” 

“No. I want to cum,” 

“Well, if you don’t slow down, I’m going to way before you,” 

“No. Hold it,” and IV kept going. III fought it for a few minutes, but he couldn’t last. Once he filled IV’s ass, and was panting as he came down, IV spoke again. “You shouldn’t have eaten the entire square, love,” 

“Oh, you fucking bitch!”

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Domestic Fluff Masterlist

Links Last Checked: April 28th, 2024

All I Need (ao3) - FayeHunter Luke/Calum T, 1k

Summary: Luke and Calum enjoy a quiet morning in their apartment

a new hope (ao3) - no_clue_who Luke/Ashton G, 1k

Summary: The lightest pitter-patter of rain on the window was the only background noise to Ashton’s cooking. The house was still dark and Luke, nor Petunia, had made an appearance outside of their bedroom. The gray skies and perpetual rain had been a welcoming break to the onslaught of heat over the past few weeks, Ashton enjoyed the quiet and calm of it all.

Ashton grabbed the popcorn and his lunch, sinking further down on the couch and pressing play on the remote.

or how not to watch a movie

Baby's First (ao3) - FayeHunter Luke/Ashton T, 1k

Summary: Luke and Ashton celebrate Olivia's first Christmas

been thinkin' bout you lots lately (ao3) - mukelftv Calum/Ashton G, 1k

Summary: ashton gets calum a birthday present.

changing flights so you’d stay with me (ao3) - bellawritess Michael/Calum, Luke/Ashton T, 9k

Summary: five times Calum saw Michael in an airport, and the one time Michael saw Calum.

Every moment spent, I wish I was with you (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds Calum/Ashton G, 1k

Summary: Calum basks in the calm and untroubled atmosphere that Ashton brings with him, soaking up his presence; comforting and familiar as he cooks them dinner.

Footprints in the Sand (ao3) - gonefornow Luke/Calum T, 1k

Summary: Calum and Luke have a beach vacation.

if it's all a dream, don't wake up (ao3) - lifewasradical Michael/Luke G, 5k

Summary: Calum dreams of it all, but front and center, as always, is Michael, smiling and holding his hand through every scenario. Calum’s always sought out Michael in times of comfort, something he thinks will never change, regardless of how old they get and how many years they spend together.

Or, 5 times Michael tells Calum to go back to sleep and the one time Calum tells Michael to go back to sleep.

kiss in the kitchen like it's a dance floor (ao3) - bellawritess Michael/Calum T, 4k

Summary: Calum hums. "I could stay with you."

Again Michael's heart gives a lurch. "Really?"

"Yeah, why not?"

kiss me under the mistletoe (ao3) - mukelftv Luke/Calum T, 2k

Summary: calum comes over for some holiday fun.

Live Like This Forevermore (ao3) - FayeHunter Luke/Ashton T, 1k

Summary: Luke and Ashton spent a lazy morning together

Lucky Strikes (ao3) - elusivewritings Luke/Calum G, 999

Summary: Luke loves Calum so very much.

Strong (ao3) - no_clue_who Luke/Ashton T, 1k

Summary: Ashton woke up at 5 am to pain. His body was hurting, scratch that, his stomach was hurting him. Again. This was the third time this week that he woke up at some fucked up hour in the night because he was in pain.

He rolled away from Luke, hoping that the change in position would help his pain. He knew it wouldn't but he still hoped.

what a blessing to feel your love (ao3) - mukelftv Michael/Ashton T, 675

Summary: ashton comes home to some hot chocolate.

Wolves (ao3) - no_clue_who Luke/Ashton N/R, 1k

Summary: Ashton knew that he should talk to Luke before doing something like this but he just couldn't leave after seeing her. She was just the cutest dog ever, and she was so small.

So here Ashton was, getting a new leash and collar for the dog he had just adopted. A dog who didn't have a name yet, but was happy as a hell to be with him. The dog Luke had no clue about, he was going to be in so much trouble when he got home. He was going to be in the doghouse for sure.

or how not to adopt a dog.

You Matter to Me (ao3) - no_clue_who Luke/Ashton N/R, 3k

Summary: "God you two act like an old married couple."

"It's because we are?"

Or how not to come out to your friends.

you're my whole house (ao3) - bellawritess Luke/Calum T, 1k

Summary: Calum turns around, loose tie hanging over his unbuttoned shirt. “So there’s some random lady out there who thinks you have kids,” he says, bemused. “That’s great.”

“I like to sow as many seeds of disharmony as I can,” Luke says seriously. “Spread as many conflicting rumours about my life as possible.”

“I should start doing that at the office,” Calum muses. “They know I’m married, but I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned having dogs. Or children, for that matter.”

You shine, (my) blanket burrito (ao3) - Lityria Michael/Luke G, 1k

Summary: Michael had always been fascinated with Luke. There was a special aura around the blonde that had captivated him from the start.

Cute, cuddly Muke Fluff

[sashi-ya]

Sashi-yaaaaa, im so happy that you finally opened the request🤩 i truly love your writing!

soooooo, i want to request a nsfw scenario where ace find his (fem) best friend moaning his name👉👈

Hi darling!! thank u so much for your kind words ♥!! Please enjoy this little scenario of our fiery boy getting lucky tonight :3 ~ Thank u for your request! ♥ ~

NSFW ~ Portgas D. Ace x F! Reader ~ I Forgot My Wallet

TW: NSFW. Getting caught masturbating. Fingering. Vaginal sex. Unprotected sex.

WC: 999

“(Name) I’m leaving, sure you don’t wanna come with Sabo and I?” asks your roommate who is about to leave for some drinks with his brothers and friends. “I’m a little tired from today, I’ll watch a movie and then go to sleep. Have fun Ace!” you wave from the kitchen to your best friend. “Ok, old lady!” he says and closes the door laughing. “Ace!” you protest, but then giggle as the freckled boy always makes you happy with his words.

You take the bowl of nachos you prepared for yourself and sit over the couch, just to enjoy a movie. And yet, the image of how handsome Ace looked tonight can't leave your mind.

He makes your heartbeat faster and so horny. Yes, you are madly in love with him, you have a burning desire for him. And who wouldn't, right? He is handsome as hell, his freckled skin, the abs he loves to show while walking around the house shirtless, only wearing a pair of grey pants.

“Those grey pants” you whisper. “Those tattoos” you moan. And as your mind gets flood with the memories of his anatomy your hand slowly slides from your belly to your sex. You are completely alone at home, no one could see how you release that pressure your best friend produces on your body whenever you think of him.

You squeeze your thighs playing a movie on your mind where Ace kisses your legs softly, where he brushes his soft hands all over your skin. Your index plays with the wetness of our arousal up and down, spreading it all over your sex. And then it traces circles over your clit, making you breathe faster, unwillingly spreading your legs over the couch with your heels over the coffee table. You close your eyelids, in order to avoid any reality, but instead let yourself wander through imagination.

Sliding two fingers inside yourself in beckoning motion, hitting that sweet spot you wish Ace was hitting, you moan, louder, almost shouting. “Ace… Fuck, Ace… please, fuck me. Fuck me”.

The sound of the keys on the ground, someone clearing his throat.

“If you want me to, I’ll be pleased”

You open your eyes, fingers still inside you, frozen in place. “A-Ace…” you mumble. Your eyes show true fear, how much did he listen? You are fucking naked in front of him, completely messed up. You blink a few times, quickly realizing you are exposed to him and grab the blanket you usually use with him during movie night, to cover your unchasteness.

Ace looks at you, smirking, waiting for you to realize he has told you he wants to fuck you. And the penny drops for you, and you open and close your mouth several times before being able to express anything.

You swallow, “A-Ace, did you… did you just say…?”. “Yes, let me help you with that” he interrupts you. “I’ve been dreaming about this for so long, you have no idea”. You widen your eyes, and slowly remember every touch, every sexy smirk you wanted to ignore, thinking it was all of your imagination. The man in front of you, your best friend, wants you as much as you want him.

He approaches you, taking his yellow shirt off. The cloth falls on the floor, letting his abs, his strong arms, that red beaded collar exposed in all his glory to your eyes. You bite your lip, as he crawls to the coach, coming closer to you. You gasp, letting his body completely lean towards and over you.

Your lips so close to his, your heartbeat fast enough to be heard in the room, needy gazes. The dichotomy between the fear of ruining your lifelong friendship or falling into a lustful pit where nothing else matters…

And the pit it is, Ace kisses you so sexily, so sweet, so perfect. His hands slide the cover, letting your skin like served in a silver platter for him. His warm fingers reach for your sex, he wants to resume what you were doing before. And he does, in and out, making you squirm, making you tremble, making your hips buckle against his hand. He speeds up the pace, more and more, so fast yet so precise. The warming sensation of his skin burns yours, he is made out of fire, or so that is what you think.

None of you speak, you don’t need to. Your eyes interlock while you are slowly being sent to heaven by his hand motion. Ace smiles devilishly, pleased to make you so messed up, willingly wanting for more and more.

When you are on the verge of your climax, he suddenly stops. Yet, he is not willing to make you suffer. Oh no. Ace can’t wait anymore, he needs to be inside of you, deep.

Your best friend grabs you by your hand, helps you stand up and then he sits on the couch. His zipper goes down, the member many times you’ve seen by accident is right there, in front of you, desirous to penetrate your sweet honeypot. “Sit over me” he says, and you quickly straddle your hips on his. His dick being guided by his hand as you let your weight fall on him. Ace’s sex stretches your walls. Walls that clench around it, while you bounce up and down.

Ace’s fingers bury on your ass cheeks, he pants, he groans. And you moan, soundly with almost tears on your eyes, until both of you reach climax fixing your eyes on each other. You full of his sweet seed, he damp on your arousal elixirs. Both of you, aching for a second round as fast as possible.

In between huffing you ask him why he came back so early… “I said I forgot my wallet, but the thing is that I only wanted to stay with you tonight… and it turned out better that I could ever imagine” says Ace, while kissing your forehead ♥ ~

[shy-violet-soul]

To Be Your Hero

Featuring: Henry Cavill x you, Kal Summary: He plays the hero, running to the rescue on the big screen & TV. But what happens when you need a hero? Warnings: discussion of injuries, emergency services, injured ready, angst, but lots of TLC fluff. Word Count: 3,300-ish

A/N:  Being a perpetually single woman, I’ve always had to take care of myself. It often doesn’t even occur to me to ask for help, because I’m so used to there not being any help. Recently, my own back injury left me helpless, & I was so grateful for the help that answered my call. It was a learning opportunity for me - those that came to my aid were so happy to serve me in my time of need. It was a gift for them to give the help, nearly as much as it was for me to receive it. And while this fic does take a romantic perspective, I imagine that even the little bit of public compassion & kindness the world sees of Henry Cavill is just a tip of the iceberg to how he would be to someone in need.

A/N 2: To the most precious and divine @thesassywallflower​ - bless you for helping me turn garbage into something palatable. All the hugs!!!

(photo from ScreenGeek)

The chill in the air nipped pleasantly at his nose and cheeks as Henry slowed his pace down to a brisk cool-down walk. He studied the Albert Memorial as he breathed deep, enjoying the burn in the bottom of his lungs. Maybe he’d stop at Pret a Manger, grab you both a morning treat. He smiled, thinking of the almond croissant you’d recently rhapsodized over. The smile drooped when he thought of you as he’d left you this morning. A menagerie of OTC and prescription painkillers, Biofreeze pain gel, and a half-empty bottle of water congregated on your nightstand. Saggy, sad room-temperature cold packs lined up painstakingly between your body pillow and your back. Even in sleep, pain still pulled a line between your brows. He hadn’t needed to feel your restlessness to know your sleep wasn’t peaceful; the careful way you held yourself, the tiny winces spoke your discomfort plain enough. 

Suddenly, thinking of your smile made stopping for an almond croissant very important.

Henry adjusted his mask as he approached A-315, glancing at his watch to estimate the potential line waiting for him. When his phone rang, Henry grinned when he saw your name on the screen.

“Good morning, love! How’d you sleep?”

“Hen-,” Your broken voice gave him pause.

“Darling? What is it?”

“Henry, I gotta call Emergency Services.”

His heart thumped hard, and Henry stepped to one side of the path. “What’s going on? What’s happened?”

Through the line, he could hear your breath rasping in fast. Too fast.

“My back. I called the doctor. They said...call 999. I gotta-” With a sob, you hung up, and fear clenched his belly, prodding him to turn and sprint hard towards home. 

The meters and minutes stretched interminably before Henry burst in, vaguely aware of the ambulance out front. As he moved through the hall, calling your name, a chorus of voices rang out to him. Kal, his growls and whines all worried warnings. Strangers, their words conciliatory and urgent. And yours - an exhausted tangle of broken reassurances to Kal and pleas for help.

You lay on the couch, a limp sprawl but for the white-knuckled clutch of your hands - one on the cushion beneath you, one on the thick fur of Kal. Two paramedics, bags and cases open and ready, stood with hands outstretched, trying to placate his blessed boy. Kal, ever the valiant protector, was beside himself. Kal barked his alarm, nosing whimpers against your face as he both tried to guard you and comfort you.

“Kal! Place!” The stern, sharp order drew more whines, the dog weaving between Henry’s side and yours before he slunk to his bed. Relieved his master was home to take care of this calamity, the loyal friend still throatily making his unhappiness known as Henry rushed to your side.

“Darling, I’m here!” As he watched, agony ravaged you. Sweat shone in cold dark rings in her hair and collar. Fight and fatigue warred in the clutching grasp of your hand on his, tightening then trembling loose. The oxygen in your system tumbled from you in a chapped-lips, grey-skinned free fall.

“Sir, if you’d just step over here.” Henry heard one of them say. The next five minutes were a blur. As if from a distance, he watched while they tried and failed on one IV. Heard their calm, clinical observations about ‘pulse ox’ and ‘PVCs’. The only thing in sharp, acute focus? Your breathless cries and vacant eyes that he knew would be with him forever.

He’d never felt more powerless in his life. 

This wasn’t learning to sword fight or computer construction. This was his love, fighting an unseen enemy, an enemy he had no power to vanquish. He’d never really wished to be an actual superhero...until now. Because now, all he could do was watch as you fought this alone.

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Channeling his inner Witcher, Henry stealthily arranged the tray, then arranged it again before carrying it on silent feet to the lounge. Kal’s tail greeted him with awkward sweeps from his chosen spot. The very moment Henry had stood from ensconcing you on the couch, Kal had jumped up and oh, so carefully cuddled up behind your bent knees. No amount of treat promising had coaxed him from his guard duty. Even with the years of friendship between man and beast, Henry had been surprised and amused at how quickly Kal had switched loyalties. He’d been gentle, mindful and attentive since you’d walked in the door. Once he had carefully wedged himself between your legs and the back of the couch, the only part of his huge floofy self he’d moved was his ears. 

Comically, now he tried to wag his tail, the curled end flicking only inches as his ears swiveled in all directions. Henry felt more than heard the whine the faithful friend offered him.

“Shhhh!,” he hissed, pausing with his carefully set tray as his gaze darted between your face and Kal’s. Kal licked his chops in understanding and softly nestled his chin deeper into your waist. “Good boy,” Henry whispered his praise. As he bent forward to place the tray, a waiting spoon slid and tinkled sharply against the china saucer, the sound like a gunshot to his ears. Again, he froze - you sighed faintly, shoulder shrugging a bit, but otherwise slept on.

Moving with all the slow precision of diffusing a Mission: Impossible bomb, Henry eased the tray to the table he’d already moved to your side, allowing himself to relax a bit with that job done. Still not content, he drew the drapes to dampen both light and sound from outside before he fussed to ensure your toes were tucked firmly beneath your favorite blanket.

Finally, Henry let himself take a deep breath as he beheld his handiwork. A pot of your favorite tea, your pain prescription, a plate of your favorite biscuits, and a flower he’d shameless yanked right from his neighbor’s front garden rested on the tray. The light shone soft and silvered from the London grey afternoon, shrouding you in comfortable shadows. He’d swaddled you in pillows and blankets enough to bedeck a harem, as you’d sleepily chuckled at him as he had tucked you in. At this moment, you were pain free and at rest, & Henry couldn’t help the gladness that filled him. In that moment, you could both enjoy peace.

Until his mobile rang, the Royal Marines’ “Reveillie” bugling loud enough to raise the dead.

Niki Cavill’s name glowed happily up at him as Henry near levitated from his seat. Tapping madly to decline the call, Henry’s forceful efforts succeeded in freezing the screen but did nothing for the ringing. A movement from you caught his eye, and Henry didn’t hesitate. He turned and launched the offending device straight down the hall and out of earshot, praying that expensive case did its job when he heard it clatter against the floor.

“Did you just yeet your phone?”

Henry turned so quickly, his knee popped. 

“Hello,” he crooned, kneeling beside you. He couldn’t stop the smile that tugged a dimple into view as he took in your sleepy, slightly befuddled expression. “How are you feeling?”

Now, your own smile curved into view.

“I don’t hurt, Henry. I don’t hurt. I can hardly believe it!”

He well could believe it. Dr. Bolton, your spine surgeon at the Schoen clinic, had briskly informed him that your S1 disc had herniated ‘good & proper’, prompting the removal of ‘four large chunks’. Discussion went on about your abused sciatic nerve and possible long-lasting symptoms, but the overall message was clear. You’d been in terrible agony, recovery would be slow, but the successful surgery granted you a new lease on life.

Already, you were trying your pain-free wings. He watched while you cooed to Kal as you rubbed his ears, your smile widening with the newly easy flex of your foot back and forth. A wave of love swept up from his belly into his chest, threatening to squeeze his throat shut as he took in your happiness. Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m so glad, love. You had me worried. Now,” he brisked out, turning to his happily situated tray, “you’ve had nothing since those awful crackers they gave you in recovery. It’s high time you ate a bite. I’ve got your favorites here,” he caught your attention to the tray. “Or, if you think you can manage it, I can put together a proper tea for you.”

The scent of bergamot and lavender had you humming as you dug an elbow into the couch, struggling to a sitting position.

“Oh, Henry! You got me more Victoria Grey tea!” 

Henry barely heard you as he tutted chidingly at your movements.

“Don’t move, you’ve only just had surgery! I’ll pour for you.”

Your side eye was softened by your smile as you gingerly scooted to sit up.

“I can’t drink it lying down,” you drolled as you filched a biscuit from the pile. “You look tired, sweetheart.”

It was his turn to side eye you.

“You, madam, are not to worry about me.” With proud aplomb, he handed you a steaming cup, perfectly sweetened and creamed.

“Henry, you don’t need to coddle me. Now, go get the phone you yeeted, come sit here with me and Kal, and we’ll watch some Hulu. One of my tumblr friends told me about an American show I, apparently, have foolishly missed for the last 30 years. Have you ever heard of ‘The Golden Girls’?”

****************

After pacifying Henry with two cups of tea drunk and refusing the fifth biscuit he tried to cram down your throat, you had drifted back to sleep listening to his chuckles as Sophia intoned ‘Picture it - Sicily…’. But those two cups, topping off the IV fluids they’d given you in the hospital, now strained your bladder far past the point of comfort. 

Lifting your head, you took in Kal snoring contentedly from his spot behind your legs, his head tucked over your side. Henry sat in the corner, cradling your top leg across his lap. His head lolled back against the couch, lips parted in sleep. Getting free of these two would be a chore. Prodded into action by sloshing liters of fluids, you slowly, carefully eased your leg up and off Henry. Then, you hit Kal’s weak spot - scritches right behind his ear. With a groan, he moved to wedge his snout between your back and the back of the couch...and kept on snoring.

Mission accomplished.

Delight stretched your smile wide, pinching unnoticed into your cheeks as you basked in the ease of standing up straight. You took care of business, humming under your breath as you washed your hands.

“What are you doing?!”

The demand, barked in a deep, drowsy gravel, echoed beautifully in the tiled space. You were convinced you levitated clear off the floor. Two sleepy bears stood in the doorway, and if dogs could scowl, you were pretty sure Kal’s matched his master’s.  Before you could stammer out a reply, Henry swept you into his arms, striding back to the lounge.

“What - my hands are still - Henry, put me down!” you spluttered, frowning at the dark drabbles your dripping hands left on his shirt. 

“You’re supposed to be resting,” he groused as he bent to deposit you back on the couch, Kal clicking his way behind. 

“Henry, I had outpatient surgery, not brain surgery.”

Dark brows drew concerned lines deep into his forehead as Henry carefully tucked you back into your blanket.

“I’ll get you another cold pack.” You kept your good natured sigh silent as you sent a chagrined smile after him.

“They told me to start moving about to help my recovery,” you called out above the sound of the refrigerator doors.

“Move about tomorrow,” he shot back. Before you could think up an answer, Kal boofed his own reply as he nosed worriedly at your face. In that deep voice you loved, Henry urged Kal out of his way as he gently slid the ice pack into place over your bandage. You watched as a corner of his mouth tilted in a barely-there grin as he finished fussing and fretting, and you smiled into the kiss he dropped on your lips.

Grunting as he sat on the floor beside you, Henry snagged the remote and leaned to steal another kiss from you.

“Now, you fell asleep before the funniest one so far. It’s titled ‘Break In’, and Blanche becomes very worried about a large vase and her mama’s jewels,” he explained as he cued up Hulu. Diverted, you didn’t think about his coddling again.

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Three and a half days later, you were ready to coddle him. Right over a cliff. The man wouldn’t let you do anything! If you even looked like you were thinking about picking up a pillow - a pillow, for goodness sake - Henry was there doing it for you.

Admittedly, the first two days you were a bit off your pins. The anesthesia and pain meds packed a wallop, leaving you lethargic and fuzzy. And you weren’t about to complain about the sheer luxuriousness of having someone wash your hair. Rapture! For all you loved Henry’s adoring attention, the man was starting to look a bit haggard. Restless from the drugs leaving and entering your system, your sleep was fitful - and Henry was awake more often than not when you opened your eyes. You urged him to let you do for yourself as your energy and strength slowly returned. 

But the Cavill generosity, and Henry’s own innate goodness, had him running for you morning, noon, and night. He plumped pillows, arranged flowers, cooked up tempting treats, massaged your feet, and ordered the silkiest, comfiest pajamas you’d ever worn. He was every person’s romantic fantasy of a loving, dedicated hero.

And he was driving you bonkers.

When you stood up from the couch and paused, letting your equilibrium catch up with you, you caught Henry studying you seriously.

“What do you need, love?”

“Bathroom,” you mumbled around a yawn, snagging your water glass to refill on your way back. “Refill.”

“You’ve been up and about quite a bit today,” he observed, brow lined with concern. “How’s your pain?”

With an effort, you stopped yourself from rolling your eyes. Sort of.

“Henry, my pain is well managed. Remember, I stopped taking the hydrocodone last night. I’m not due for any paracetamol for another hour. I’m fine.”

You swore you could literally see his thoughts racing back and forth in his mind.

“Do you want me to carry you?”

This time, you did roll your eyes. “No, Henry! I don’t need you to carry me to the loo.”

Thwarted servitude practically vibrated off the man.

“I’ll refill your water for you,” he stated, getting to his feet. 

Whether it was the waning and waxing of pharmaceutical chemistry, post-surgical fatigue, the ever-increasing joy at your lack of pain, or a combination thereof - you couldn’t say. You snapped, pointing an imperious finger at him.

“Freeze, Cavill!” He blinked his befuddlement at your order, stuck halfway from rising off his chair.

“Wha...why? I was just going to get you some fresh water!”

“And I said that I will get it!”

“But, I only-”

“EH!” you cut him off, wagging your finger at him.

“If you just let-”

“NUH-UH!” Another jab in his direction.

“I was just going-”

“NUH-UH-UH!!!” Each syllable of your refusal was punctuated by a forceful stab of your finger at your beloved. Stymied, frustrated, Henry flopped down in his chair, arms flailing with exasperation. His genuine confusion sent your head thunking to the wall behind you as you prayed for patience.

“Henry. I love you. Truly, deeply, madly. But lately, you’ve been hovering so much you’re really strengthening the ‘madly’ part of it because you’re about to drive me out of my skull.”

Henry shot to his feet, honest hurt creasing lines into his forehead. “I’m not hovering, I’m helping! There’s a difference!”

“And I’ve already told you - outpatient surgery, not brain surgery! I was under for 45 minutes, they tweezed out the broken bits, and I walked half a dozen steps from the wheelchair to the car an hour later. And you literally just offered to carry me to the bathroom!” Your voice rose until you were nearly shouting. Henry turned half away from you, dragging his hands through his hair in frustration.

“You don’t understand,” he growled out. Your own frustration climbing, you flung your arms out in a questioning gesture.

“What? What do I not understand?”

The man rounded on you, stepping forward to yell in your face.

“I couldn’t do anything!” 

Nonplussed, you blinked. 

“Henry, you’ve been doing everything since I got ho-”

“Not now - then!” He turned back away from you, shoulders hunched as he fisted his hair for a moment. “When you called 999. You were in terrible pain, crying out because of it, and I couldn’t do a damn thing to help you!”

Silence fell between you like a wall as his truth crashed over you. Your memories of that morning were, understandably hazy. You clearly remember the pain overtaking every molecule of your body - your vision blurry and grey at the edges, unable to move without more agony, sweating like it was your job. You remember feeling both grateful and worried for poor Kal - worried for hurting him with how hard you gripped his fur, grateful for your loyal friend. You remember being honestly concerned that you were dying, and trying to pray.

But above all else, you remember the pure, unadulterated, consuming sense of relief when you heard Henry’s voice, felt his hand on your cheek.

Shame bloomed hot beneath your skin - you’d not given any thought to what Henry must have felt during those awful moments. So focused on surviving, then on healing, you’d felt gratitude for his help and care, sure. But not thinking that he’d had to watch your pain, unable to help you. 

Your Superman, powerless to help the one he loved.

Tiptoeing forward, you wrapped your arms around him, resting your forehead against his broad back.

“Henry, I’m sorry. I didn’t even think about that.”

You rose and fell with him as he took a deep breath, muscles shifting beneath you. Clasping your hands in his, he lifted them as he pressed a kiss to each, wrapping them in his own against his heart.

“No, I’m sorry. I knew in my head I was overdoing it, but I just couldn’t bear to see you hurting again. Anymore.” He turned in your embrace, cupping your cheeks in his warm hands. Deep blue eyes poured a wealth of love and concern straight into your heart as he frowned beseechingly at you. “I would do anything for you, my love.”

Eyes prickling with emotion, your smile trembled a bit when you offered it, reaching up to kiss him tenderly before you brushed a wayward curl off his forehead.

“Can I go to the bathroom by myself?”

Henry snorted right into your face, hugging you close and smacking a kiss under your jaw, just where he knew you loved it. 

“Your request is granted, my lady. Allow me, your humble servant, to fetch you refreshment whilst you pee?”

You cackled in reply, shoving your glass into his hand.

“Thank you, my lord. I’m off to the royal chamber pot.” Tugging his face down to your level, you rubbed your nose against his. “Mayhap, upon my return, I’ll bestow a favor upon thee.”

His cheeky growl made you laugh as he nudged you down the hall.

“Hurry up, then! I’m in dire need of all the favors!”

Your chuckles wouldn’t be stopped as you headed to your destination, especially when Kal zoomy-ed past you in all his floofy glory. 

Recovery might be slow, but you knew you were lucky - not everyone had a hero of their own to help them.

[nic-214]

Jimercury: Model (2)

Art Credit: Darlingfreddie (Tumblr)

Tw: Domestic Violence

Jim storms into his manger's office a scared Freddie follows after him, "What is this?!" he slams a magazine down onto the table.

In bold letters the magazine title read: "Famous Model Caught With Illegal Immigrant??!!" and a picture of Jim pressed against his car with Freddie bitting on his neck in the parking lot, Jim's head tossed back in a silent moan both seem to be enjoying themselves.

"Look," his manger says softly flipping through the magazine, "We'll talk to Paramour Weekly and have the magazine recall if you're not comfortable with this."

Jim grits his teeth, "I want to clear some shit up first. Call Steven and set me up to be interviewed by Creative Gazette, alright. I'm doing a quick photoshoot for today then the interview.''

Jim storms out and Freddie follows. Diva Taylor gives them a smile and prissy wave, " You!" Jim roars grabbing Roger by his collar, "You took those damn pictures!! You made me seem like some whore!!"

Roger laughs, "You can't touch me lard ass. I'll have you fired and get you blacklisted from ever agency in the country."

"So you did do it." Freddie says, " Why? Are you still pissed that I wouldn't let you use me like your bitch? Are you pissed that Brian finds me more attractive than you? Are you pissed that Brian tried to sleep with me?"

Roger lets out a snarl and shoves Jim away. The blond stomps over and jabs a finger into Fred's bony chest, "I'm getting you fired and making sure you'll never work again."

Brian who was standing there silently there the entire time grabs Roger by his hair hard, "I fucking hate you." Brian says anger dripping from his words, "I'm only here for our baby.''

Roger jerks around and slaps Brian hard across his face, ''You don't talk to me like that. I'll tell the police you beat me and rape me, and you'll never get to see your baby."

Brian's face pales and he lowers his hand, the handprint on his face still a angry pink.

"Should we-" Jim shushed Freddie and hurries into his private room.

The Irishman dials 999 quickly and reports Roger in to the police. He locks the door afterward and prays silently, Freddie prays as well.

"D-Do we do the photoshoot still?"

"You want a paycheck right?" Jim asks.

Freddie nods and gets things ready for Jim. After what seemed like the 80th picture a commotion was heard from outside. Jim slides a shirt back on and the two step out of the room, Freddie's camera was still in his hands out of his bag.

"You can't arrest me!! Do you know who I am?! My daddy will ruin you!!" Roger yells fighting against the officers.

Freddie started recording shakily.

"Sir we need you to calm down. We just want to talk." a younger officer says.

Roger tries to spit on him only to get kneed in the back roughly. Which made Roger cry out about the baby.

The entire hallway was crowded with people as Roger was getting arrested. Brian stood numbly watching his husband fight the officers, the thirty-two year old looks down at his hand and removes his ring.

"This is our faults isn't it?" Freddie asks softly as the crowd starts to file down the halls. Jim only nods and tries to push past the throng of people taking Fred's hand as they pushed through.

"Brian," Freddie says softly as they stop.

Brian looks up then down at them he looks to of been crying, "T-Thank you." was all he said before he starts to sob.

Jim tosses his arm over Brian's shoulder, "Lets get you some water. Maybe something to snack on."

Brian sniffles and trembles a little as they leave the building. Jim squeezes Fred's hand seeing both Creative Gazette and Paramour Weekly camera men outside the building filming and snapping pictures.

"Mr. Taylor! Mr. Taylor!" a reporter yells trying to shove a microphone into his face, "Is it true Roger was abusive?!"

Brian held his hand up and tries to cover the camera up, "N-No comment." he sounded broken the handprint was still faintly visible on his cheek.

Jim rushed him to his car and they quickly leave the scene. They got stuck in traffic on the way to a restaurant. Jim drums his fingers against the wheel, Brian hiccups and rubs his face.

"Is it bad that I forgive him?" Brian asks.

Freddie makes a small noise and looks to Jim, "His father abused him.... He couldn't break the cycle..... He took it out on me... I know I'll get to keep our baby... So I'll break the cycle for our child."

Jim grips the wheel and shifts in his seat, "Roger is quite the scandal... He's cheated on you-"

"5 times with women and 3 times with men." Brian says anger now spilling out.

"What if the baby isn't yours?" Freddie asks.

Brian sits up properly banging his head off the car roof. He rubs his head, "I'll raise the child as my own and give them a nurturing home. You can have a child but it takes something special to be a dad."

The car was filled with an awkward silence now as they cruise past traffic. The three of them got to a cheap restaurant to eat for lunch. Brian munched down on salad and a tofu burger, he looked so tired.

"I wasn't just Roger's husband..." Brian says out of the blue, "I was his modeling agent and I did camera work on the side with other models that made him jealous."

Freddie pats his hand, "I'm so sorry.''

Brian looks at Freddie then to his salad, "I want you to be my new model."

Jim and Freddie both gasp, "B-But aren't I too dark?"

Brian raises a brow, "You look perfect. Tiny too... Most agencies like that for some reason." Brian waves his fork.

"We can take some practice pictures at my studio." Jim offers wanting to support his boyfriend.

Freddie stammers and covers his mouth blushing, "I-I-I.. Im.. Oh thank you both!" he hugs them both.

They finished up lunch and head to Jim's studio. Freddie was practically bouncing now, "Do I still look pretty with my short hair?"

They were walking up the stairs now, Jim kisses him, "You're so beautiful no matter what... But short hair does look good on you."

Brian chuckles and sets up the lighting and camera, "Alright give me a ballet dancer's pose. I want to see something."

Freddie stretches and wiggles a little. He takes a deep breath and poses.

(Picture)

"Perfect.'' Brian says snapping pictures. He grins showing Jim his favourite.

"You're a better model than me." Jim chuckles, "Practically all natural model."

Freddie felt his blush grow darker and he covers his teeth, "Thank you, darlings."

As the two were chattering about getting Freddie a contract, Brian's phone goes off and his answers it. He sighs and talks about Roger and the baby before hanging up, "Well.. Guess who's going to court?"

........

It was a long lengthy trial that Roger tried to drag on but thanks to Jim's connections and wealth Brian was able to carry on the trial. Roger was found guilty of domestic assault, fraud, drug possession, and identity theft. He loses all rights to his child once it's born and it'll be placed with its father, Brian. But he'll only serve 35 years though.

Brian nearly cried his abuser was out of his life and he got to raise the baby. He thanked Jim over and over again for his help, "Don't thank me. Just make me and Fred the godfathers to Brian Jr."

Brian giggles and picks up the fat man hugging him tightly, "I owe you my life!"

Jim chuckles, "I just want to see my baby become a star. That's all I want from you besides the godfathers part."

Brian nods undoing his hair from his man-bun he lets the long licks trickle down him, "I can't wait to change diapers, squish their wittle cheeks, teach them about space!" Brian babbles as they leave the courthouse.

"Do you have a nursery ready?" Freddie asks.

Brian pales, "Fuck!" he bolts down the stairs, "I've only got the walls painted and a tiny square crib ready!" Brian panics running his hands through his curls.

"Jim?" Freddie looks over to him.

Jim was already on the phone talking to people, "I'm on it. My godchild will have the fanciest nursery."

Brian gives him a look, "Just a normal nursery, I'm already in debt to you."

Jim laughs, "Mr. May no you are not. I'm just being your friend."

......

(Nursery)

Jim and Brian had the nursery all set for the baby which they found out to be a girl. They were ready to go when the caseworker called Brian to the hospital for the labor. Freddie grabbed the clothing bag for the baby and they took off. Jim and Freddie sat in the waiting room they were going to be supportive.

Brian was watching his daughter be born while three officers stood guard even though Roger was handcuffed to the bed railing. Some part of Brian wanted to comfort him, to let him know the pain was almost over. Was he being too nice? Yes, but that was in his nature. He walked over and held Roger's hand telling him words of comfort. Soon Brian heard, "Would the father like to cut the cord?''

Brian did so, he held the baby first Roger wasn't allowed and hearing his cries hurt but the bitch had it coming. After a day in hospital and much bickering on a name Brian had come up with one, "Jimena (hay-MAY-nah) Frederica May." Brian announces.

"Spell her first name please?" Jim asks.

"J-i-m-e-n-a." Brian spells.

Jim blushes and grins, "You really did it? You named her after us?"

"You two have been my truest friends. I think she needs the names of the two strongest people I know."

Jim could feel himself tear up. He and Freddie hug Brian and hold his little girl.

"You know she's a brunet right?" Jim says playing with her fuzz.

"Green eyes too." Freddie comments.

"Kinda looks grey.." Brian adds he paused, "I know she may not be mine. But I'll love her no matter what."

"She was born with addictive issues.. Roger did drugs with her in the womb." Brian tells them, "But I love her so much. I'm willing to help her."

After discussing with Brian about getting help and babysitting, Jim and Fred left. One the drive back to Jim's Freddie looks over at him, "Is it bad that I want a baby?"

Jim nearly swerves, "Really?" he grins, "Freddie-"

"But I'm scared to carry."

Jim pauses now pulling into their driveway, "I'll carry our baby then."

Freddie kisses him gingerly, "But we're waiting right? Until we're a little older and more on our feet right?"

Jim nods and nuzzles him, " When we're 29 and 27?"

Freddie nods that seemed like a long time away, "I love you."

"I love you too."

They kiss again and Freddie couldn't be more in love with his Irishman.

[tiggerpup91]

The Four Sword Links & Smash Bros

So earlier last month some friends and I were talking about the FS Links playing Smash, and I kinda ended up ranting and going on off on a fun tangent about it. Thought I’d share it with all of ya’ll, too! (Note: I never played the Wii U version, unfortunately. Most of this headcanon-ing is based off of Brawl.) Warning: LONG post! 

First off, their mains! Vio is obviously a Fox main. After all, Fox is the best, that’s an undeniable fact, and Vio only uses the winning strategies. Blue’s main is Link (duh) because Link is the best and don’t you DARE say otherwise. Green mains Pit, because he likes Pit’s versatility and maneuverability. Red... well, Red used to have a different main, but now mains Pikachu, just because he’s cute. What WAS his first main? Well...

The first time the Links played together, they did a four-way smash based on stocks. Blue was playing too aggressive, fighting anyone who gets near him recklessly, and getting a lot of SD’s. Green couldn’t ever focus on just one enemy to attack, so he doesn’t get many kills. Vio is tactful and focused, avoiding getting killed or SD’ing. So at the end of it all, Green is pretty sure he lost and is okay with that, while Blue and Vio are arguing over which one of them won...

Victory screen pops up, and, surprise surprise, Red’s the winner! Blue can’t help but laugh while Vio curses the game for being wrong, Red hides behind Green (whose head is in his hands). 

Needless to say, after this Red is no longer allowed to play as Kirby.

After a while, the Links get better at the game and play more often. Whenever Blue is playing against Vio, he switches to Meta Knight because he knows how much it bugs Vio. Of course, he always loses in these cases (which only adds fuel to Vio believing Fox is superior), but Blue just enjoys getting under Vio’s skin. When Blue plays the others, his Link is surprisingly good! Link’s got lots of tactical moves- hookshot, bombs, boomerang- and Blue uses them all well. He just sometimes forgets about Link’s poor recovery.

Meanwhile, if you’re playing against Red and end up above the screen, well, you’re already dead. “PIKAAAA!” is the last thing you’ll hear after a Thunder, with Red quickly playing innocent only for Vio to insist that ONLY PIKACHU KNOWS THAT MOVE, RED. Red’s also surprisingly hard to kill due to Pikachu’s recovery, and often uses this to playfully tease the others. “Missed me! Missed me!”

Of course, we can’t forget Shadow! Shadow changes whoever he plays depending on who he’s playing against- but if he’s against all four of them, he’ll go with Dark Pit. Mostly so that he can bait Blue into Green, then score a hit against Vio (who’s currently defending from “pika-CHUU”, “pika-CHUU”). 

When Shadow’s playing against Blue, he picks Bowser- only because he knows how much it ticks off Blue, and whenever Blue starts to get too over-confident, Shadow just grabs him and jumps off the side with him. Against Red, he plays Pokemon Trainer- mostly because he knows how much Red loves the cute little Pokemon, and honestly, Shadow just wants to see Red happy whenever he can. Besides, three characters provides for a lot of options against the annoying ball of electricity that is Pikachu.

Against Green, Shadow picks Ganondorf and almost solely uses Warlock Punches and grab-SD’s. Eventually, Green stops playing unless they’re doing a group brawl, or unless items are on. And against Vio, Shadow will go with Falco. He wants to make sure Vio gets an even challenge with his Fox- currently, the two of them have a tied record (neither one can ever get more than two wins ahead of the other). 

Shadow once saw a video of Jigglypuff’s Rest attack. He practiced for hours in secret, then challenged each one of the Links to a one-on-one match, just to Rest KO them, and see their reactions. He never used it again, but he’ll still threaten to bring out his Jigglypuff if the others start annoying him too much. This is around the time that Green, head in hands, decides he’ll only play one-on-one battles from now on if items are turned on.

Once, Shadow bribed them all into doing a five-way, 100-man stock Ganondorf battle. 

It went about as well as you’d expect.

Near the hour-mark, Green starts to SD repeatedly. Of course, no one liked that so they ganged up on Green- which ultimately had the result of Green dying first. That was exactly what Green wanted, though, so it kinda backfired on the others. Still, Green knew he had to be the first one out... so that he could break up any fights if the others got too angry once the game got down to the last few stocks.

After Green goes out, Blue and Vio start going at each other more hardcore, with Red thinking he could stay safe and out of the way and just let the other two go at it. Shadow sees this and instantly is like “nope”, focusing just on Red and bothering him endlessly. Which, of course, results in both Blue and Vio temporarily suspending their own battle so they can gang up on Shadow. He goes out next.

Shadow tries to leave, but Green won’t let that happen. He grabs Shadow by the collar. “If I have to suffer through the rest of this, so do you.” Fair enough, and Shadow sits back down.

At this point, Red starts becoming more of a spectator again. After all, it’s worked so far, right? Even when he accidentally SD’s, he’s still got way more stocks than Blue and Vio. However, he can’t help himself- and when one of the others is sent flying off-stage, Red opportunistically jumps in and lands a Warlock Punch, KO’ing them. Big mistake. Vio and Blue then wordlessly agree to do nothing but use Warlock Punches against Red for the next two minutes or so, resulting in Red’s elimination. “PLAYER THREE, DEFEATED!” Red pouts. Green worries, because now he’s gonna have to likely diffuse yet another Blue/Vio fight.

Now, neither Blue nor Vio are experienced with using Ganondorf. Vio is better at strategy and being slow and careful, whereas Blue is less patient and doesn’t like being forced to slow down and plan out his moves. However, at the same time, Vio is used to a fast-responsive character like Fox, and Blue is used to the bad recovery of Link and slower attacks. It’s pretty even, down to the last few stocks... 

They KO each other at the same time with their last stock, resulting in a Sudden Death. (Yeah, I know it’s technically ‘not possible’ in Brawl, lots of things in this post aren’t, but look it’s magic okay). 1 stock left, 999% damage. Both of them can’t land a killing blow against each other, neither one wanting to take the risk to get close enough to the other and get killed, and before they know it the bombs start falling. Vio takes shelter from them, but Blue is all “GET OVER HERE” and lands a Warlock Punch on Vio as he’s trying to avoid a bomb.

Of course, as Vio’s Ganondorf is flying off stage, Blue doesn’t notice the bomb about to hit his own character. Both of them are sent flying.

“GAME!”

At first, Green doesn’t know what to do- stand in between the two, or cover Red’s ears from all of Blue’s curses. Vio is smug and wordlessly puts down his controller, crossing his arms confidently, while Blue screams that he only lost because of the bombs so technically Vio didn’t win, he just got lucky. Shadow is, of course, an incoherent mess of laughter and crying in the background. Red’s trying to remember all the colorful words Blue is using, so he can look them up later.

It’s a few days before Green lets any of the others back on the Wii. And from then on, Ganondorf-dittos become forbidden.... 

Except when Green’s not around. ;) 

-Tigger

[byigoose-blog]

Monocle, part 1. “Clyde and Bennie’s”

The day started off like any other my mum was standing on the balcony of the apartment just staring with that monocle on, she grew up in a fancy house where those things were common it was like an heirloom or some shit. She would wear it most times and people always gave her weird stares who wouldn’t?

“Morning Gabriel did you sleep well?” She asked when I walked in. She hadn’t said it in a friendly way she always wanted me to find a house. She said it would be easier for you if you had your own house. I did sort of agree my mum did some weird things she had some sort of laboratory in one of the rooms and she had a room that was constantly locked which I could hear her in sometimes. Also sometimes when I come home I find a bunch of stuff on the ground the floor would be covered in all sorts of shit vases not all intact, pillows that were torn I once found a green substance on the ground that I could only describe as smelling like a dead rat. I have a theory that my mum is a hit man or some shit or an assassin and brings her targets to our apartment for some reason. It’s a shitty theory I know but come on There was knife holes in the walls of my bedroom one day.

“Fine I’m just gonna head out okay?” I worked at a local fast food restaurant called Clyde and Bennie's. They sold the average thing you would expect from a fat food restaurant. It wasn’t busy most days and I liked that, that’s why I chose to work there.

“Okay, but Gabriel? Can you not come home right away afterwards? I have..... Friends over.” She was doing something I knew she had no friends because she never left the house all she did all day was make “alternative medicine” which she sold at the shop downstairs to Abbey. Abbey was the only person that mum talked too except me. The reason for that was she’s also fucking insane like my mum. Sometimes I see her eating raw meat when she comes over for dinner she gives me chicken and her uncooked chicken it’s weird, and she never get’s sick at all.

“Alright mum I’ll go and do something with Adam.” Adam was my friend. We have known each other for a couple of years since the end of secondary school through college. His dad was super rich but Adam didn’t act rich which I think meant he was insecure about being the guy who bought his way into a college because there was no way he could have made his way into it any other way, his dad payed extra for him to be top of the waiting list, I only got in because I did some quiz that gave me a scholarship I can’t remember it was like 5 years ago.

“Okay bye Gabriel!” She shouted as I walked out the door. Clyde and Bennie's was only a ten minute walk from the apartment so I made it there fairly quickly. The day went fairly normally some annoying customers came in, There was one woman who was nearly the size of a fucking car so I have no idea how she got here unless she walked which I seriously doubt and there were some weirdo’s that normally come in. Of course the weirdos were always directed to me so I had a lot of fun. One was a guy in a suit, tie and a top hat who was a common sight here even though it was obvious he was loaded or trying to look that way, My coworkers didn’t like him that much because she was always saying he wanted one thing then changing his mind, but I kind of liked him he was funny in a laughing at him sort of way he also had weird English accent. Another was girl with the biggest eye bags and she wore the same purple with black stripes jumper she looked like she never got any sleep she was also a regular I think she worked across the road at a hotel I think she was a janitor, me and her were friends... kind of she had introduced herself to me when I was working the late shift she said her name was Nancy and she apparently came here to listen to the radio we had playing. When she came in all she ordered was an ice cream which is all she ever did and would keep doing that until closing. Final weirdo was a new one, he was a guy covered in tattoos and I mean covered his entire face was tattoos he was also massive he was bigger than anyone I had ever met before, he was like 9-10ft tall, but the really weird thing was he had an realistic looking sheep skull on his fucking shoulder he was wearing it like a shoulder pad I couldn’t stop staring. He also ordered a kids meal to go and nothing else I was terrified of him  I don’t know who wouldn’t be scared of a 10ft man covered in tattoos with a sheep skull on his shoulder. Luckily he was gone fairly quickly but it was the longest time ever he was breathing really heavily and grunting sometimes. He had to bend down to fit through the door.

Finally after eight long hours I could leave after all the late shifters arrived. I grabbed my phone and called Adam telling him to come pick me up and take me to his house. He agreed which was usually the case as my mum most nights asked me to come home later than usual which meant wait until 7pm so I normally hung out with Adam until then. I just stood outside the restaurant when after 5 minutes Nancy came out.

“They stopped playing the radio channel I like inside so I came out why are you still here didn’t you leave?” She said this all in one sentence not changing tone once and having a completely dead pan face on her.

“Yeah my mum said I couldn’t come home for a couple of hours so I’m waiting for a friend here.” I replied.

“Oh okay don’t get stabbed out here.” She said as she walked away I didn’t even get a chance to say good bye she was eating an ice cream as she walked away.

After around 10 minutes more of waiting I saw Adams car at the top of the street and I was so glad while I didn’t take Nancy’s advice seriously I seriously thought I would get stabbed if I was out here any longer.

“Hey Gabe how’s it going?” He asked as he pulled up in his Mercedes E class, I couldn’t even dream of affording that kind of car but of course Adam could he worked at his dad’s tech company that developed shit like robots, guns, phones and laptops, cars and everything else you could imagine, they were developing a hover board at the moment. Now not to be rude but Adam could not make any of these things of course he couldn’t he was a test subject which to be fair was a nearly impossible job to get in the company he was extremely lucky to get the chance to do that.

“Not much I’ve just been standing in the same spot for a couple of hours serving people food.” I said sarcastically.

“Well come on get some scientist wants me to do a thing and I asked if you could help and he said sure you’ll even get paid.” I looked at him confused

“How much?” I asked I was curious because I knew the company had some very dangerous thing at it and if I was getting paid £100 to risk my life I would have to decline.

“£5000 Come on!” I instantly jumped in the car and we went straight to the building. It was a huge tower with the logo of the company on it HyV co. (it’s pronounced like high v encase your wondering) He led me into the lift and up to the 37th floor and into a room with a window in it standing on our side of the glass was a man in a lab coat and on the other side was a forest? I guess it looked like it.

“Ah yes hello! boys I heard you two were in the business to enter my experimentation room?” He spoke with a thick German accent. Of course the first scientist I met was a German scientist who looked like Dr. Frankenstein.

“Yeah me and Gabe want to go in there and do whatever you want us to do.” Adam replied without me having time to consider.

“Alright good I have put a specimen in the environment and would like you two to retrieve it.” He said handing us a rifle.

“Specimen?” I said looking at the rifle.

“Yeah they do experimentation on animals now Gabe didn’t I tell you?” Adam said already walking towards the forest I was surprised but I followed after him. I would do anything for 5 grand if it meant I could have a chance to get away from my mum I would do anything.

We walked in and didn’t say anything to each other I had no idea what kind of “specimen” they need us to retrieve but I was sweating. Around half an hour was spent just walking around the forest I don’t know why they spent that much money to make an environment this big to keep only one thing which I still had no idea what it was. I suddenly heard a sound from behind me it was branches snapping I tapped Adam on the shoulder and told him

“Holy shit dude I think somethings back there fucking hell.” I whispered. He could hear it as well.

“It’s fine.” He said as we looked around.

Suddenly from one of the bushes out came a fox that just walked up to us and stared at use. Adam the continued to shoot it with the rifle that fired a tranquilliser at the fox it fell down almost immediately I felt kind of bad as we brought it back. We gave it back to scientist, he gave us the 5 grand and we left I checked the time it was only 6:15 but I wanted to go home so I arrived home at 6:45 which was only 15 minutes early I’m sure mum would be done by now. Oh how I wish I hadn’t came over at all. When I walked in I saw my mum lying on the ground bleeding with claw marks on her side I ran over and tried to tried to talk to her.

“Mum what happened?” I asked while also typing in my phone pin.

“No time to explain Gabriel. You need to listen.” She said as I was calling 999.

I finished the call while my mum was tugging on me to listen but I couldn’t I had to get help. After I had done she grabbed me by my collar.

“Listen Gabriel the ambulance won’t be able to help me I’m going to die I need you to listen.”

“What?” I said feeling threatened by an injured 55 year old woman.

“This monocle is special” She said as she passe it to me.”It can help you see things normal people can’t see with their eyes.” I gave her a confused look as I had known that monocles helped people see did she think I was an idiot?

“I know what monocles do mum.” I said hoping she would calm down and stop moving while the blood was pouring out of her.

“You’re not getting it idiot!” She shouted.”Point it at Abbey some day and that’ll show you what I mean.” I knew Abbey and mum were insane but I never knew they were this insane.”There are books in the room that’ll help you just trust me. Please.”

“But it’s locked.” I said as she slowly stopped moving.

“You’ll get the key soon enough.” She said as she completely stopped moving.

“Mum!” I shouted as I heard the ambulance outside at this point Abbey had came and was looking in she seemed shocked. I waited for the ambulance as they came in and brought her as quickly as they could to the hospital.

But I knew it was too late anyway...

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Maiden Magic- The Original Horse Betting System - Maiden Horse Betting System- Maiden Magic!

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Or how many times have you aced 4 races in the Pick 6, only to lose the two that were maiden races? Frustrating huh? Nothing could be more disheartening. Well that all is about to change now! From the dawn of maiden racing, several myths have plagued the best of players and are still firm beliefs today. It has become common to see bettors shrug at the sight of these races and refuse to play them or even worse- take a blind stab in the dark! No one likes to be in such a vulnerable position, especially with money on the line! ” Wow! I never knew how easy it could be to spot maiden selections! I can’t tell you how many times I’ve walked away frustrated from the track, but with your system, the maidens no longer baffle me! Thanks guys, I owe you.” Mark  W-  Beaumont, Texas Let’s take a look at these myths and discredit them, so you never have to fall prey to what keeps average players from becoming pro handicappers.   Myth #1-  Maiden races are too hard to handicap because  the horses are just too unpredictable. Wrong! Maiden races are easy to pick because maidens have an addedincentive to win. They don’t want to remain maidens forever, so thetrainers pull out all the stops in preparing for a maiden race. This a major factor that most people don’t even consider, but knowing this puts you well above the curve!   Myth #2-    Maiden races are difficult because the horses  are too “green” to handicap.    Hogwash! Being green and unpredictable is what makes the maiden race so simple to handicap. When these horses are so new to the game, the amount of variables that would be considered in any other race are considerably lower in a maiden race. This makes your job as a handicapper much easier! You only need to know what to look for…   Myth #3- It is just too hard to get a handle on which horse has  the “class” in the race.  Horse hockey! It is easy to spot the class of the race and it is not always the horse that has finished in the money last out, either. A simple process points out the class with ease…   Myth #4- Some maiden races are filled with a host of first time starters. Impossible to choose with no past performances to look at. Bullwinkle! The works are the answer here, but we will show you which works to look for and exactly what to look for in a workout. We guarantee you you have not heard about this one before!   Myth #5- Some races are filled with nags that couldn’t outrun my grandmother with a full bladder. Can’t get a winner out of these. Wrong again. These races sometimes produce boxcar payoffs, and we will tell you how to maximize your chances and go to the payoff windows! So how can you cut through these myths and put to work a winning horse betting system that includes maiden selections? With a bit of magic, of course! The Maiden Magic horse betting system was designed to increase your win percentages and unlock the myths and heartaches behind maiden races. By implementing these simple techniques, maidens no longer have to be the thorn in your handicapping side! No longer are you forced to make a blind selection on a crucial maiden race, only to realize you are practically spitting in the wind! Maiden Magic takes you by the hand, shows you exactly what you need to know and will increase your win percentage in any maiden race you bet. Look, handicapping a maiden race is not rocket science, contrary to popular belief. Like any other race, maiden races have many of the same variables any other race has. Each horse has their own unique, tell-tale signs that can give you the leverage to unraveling one of the greatest mysteries in the horse racing sport. The key is knowing what to look for, when to implement it and how to capitalize on it. Through the Maiden Magic method, these key factors will leap out at you, grab you by the collar and say… “Now’s the Time to Make Your Move From Small Time Bettor to Professional Handicapper!” Maiden Magic is truly the original maiden horse betting system in that it covers the wide range of factors in determining a maiden winner, not through one system, but through a total of 5! As mentioned earlier, there are 5 major myths surrounding these races and with Maiden Magic, we cover all of them in great detail. Furthermore, we take these 5 situations and give you an exact blueprint on how to know which angle to use and when to use it! No other maiden betting system lays it all out there for you like Maiden Magic!  ” Honestly, I’ve never cared much for the maidens. I’ve always felt that understanding the complexities behind these races was beyond my grasp, at least until this system came along! The videos were a tremendous help and picking a winner is a cinch! “ Becky H-  Bastrop, Texas Besides having these 5 systems to choose from,  Maiden Magic lays out an over-simplified strategy to determining which system to use in the appropriate scenario. You’ll never look at maiden races the same again after Maiden Magic… 5 Maiden Horse Betting Systems All Rolled Into One.  An in-depth explaination of every system, how they work, how to spot them and how to know which one to use. From novice player to professional handicapper, this instant, downloadable PDF file holds nothing back. With right at 40 pages of content, Maiden Magic makes it simple for anyone to learn at any level. In-depth Video Tutorials.  At over 80 minutes of “take you by the hand and show you how” videos, these horse racing video tutorials are an excellent companion to the Maiden Magic guide. No stone is left unturned and you’ll have a front row seat to learn at your own pace . Access to our Maiden Magic Stopwatch software.  With this simple to use software we take the headaches out of handicapping so you can focus more on finding the contenders! We’ve also included a “How-To” video that makes using this tool all too simple! Instant Updates, Upgrades and Special Membership Offers to Maiden Magic.  Our system doesn’t stop at teaching alone. Be in the know by becoming a Maiden Magic Member, included for free just for buying Maiden Magic today! ” I’ve tried a lot of horse racing systems in my years playing the ponies, but this one over-delivers. Keep up the good work- my bankroll appreciates it! “ David N-  Hot Springs, Arkansas Waiting could be a very costly mistake…Not only because you will lose the opportunity to own Maiden Magic, but because you might check back and find that the price has went up… Honestly, we cannot guarantee the price won’t change at ANY time…Maiden Magic is a system that works, hands down. However, because racing odds determine everyone’s payouts, we cannot run the risk of over-exposing this system and creating an odds’ backlash. Massive payouts missed because the system has become a trend wouldn’t be fair to us or the buyers of this manual. I know you understand. A complete A-Z Handicapper’s Horse Racing Dictionary. With over 50 pages of horse racing jargon, betting terms and slang this is a must have reference book for the novice to mid-range handicapper looking to improve their knowledge of all things horse racing! As this sport grows, so will our dictionary and you’ll have access to instant updates as a Maiden Magic member. Yours absolutely free for your purchase of Maiden Magic. Disclaimer: Every effort has been made to accurately represent Maiden Magic and it’s potential. The testimonials and examples used are exceptional results, and don’t apply to the average purchaser and are not intended to represent or guarantee that anyone will achieve the same or similar results. Each individual’s success depends on his or her background, dedication, desire, motivation and adaptability. As with any business endeavor, there is an inherent risk of loss of capital and there is no guarantee that you will earn any money, especially if you were looking for a get-rich-quick scheme with a magical push-button. ClickBank is a registered trademark of Keynetics Inc., a Delaware corporation. Maiden Magic is not affiliated with Keynetics Inc. in any way, nor does Keynetics Inc. sponsor or approve any Maiden Magic product. Keynetics Inc. expresses no opinion as to the correctness of any of the statements made by Maiden Magic in the materials on this Web page or within the product itself or its bonuses. 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