#I love you Adler I missed you so much you look so good

[cenomatic]

Pretty boy makes his return / redraw of this

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

okay okay but imagine pissed off brat tamer Steven Adler and sub reader who usually never pisses Steven off....i'm dead bro

A/n: I hope I did good with this prompt, I know there was no mention of the rest of the band but I had an idea and just rolled with it ig so I hope you don’t mind and still enjoy it <3

Warnings: smut, slight angst, voyeurism, degrading, groping, slight praise link, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

It wasn’t intentional. Kind of.

You were just having a bad day! And you told Steven just as much over the phone. He was down at the studio with the guys and you were asking how much longer it would be before he got home.

He said only a few more hours but you asked him to come home sooner. You just wanted to see him, you wanted him to hold you and tell you everything would be fine and that you were beautiful and he loved you.

You wanted him to fuck you so good you couldn’t walk for the next week.

You wanted him to love you.

When he refused to come home you knew you had to take matters into your own hands so you drove down to the studio.

You found the room they were in with the help of another band that happened to be there. The guy who walked you over there obviously thought you were attractive, even asking if you’d rather sit in with his band instead.

It made you wonder how Steven would react, so you accepted his offer.

His was in a band you didn’t know but remembered hearing the name around somewhere, Steven must’ve talked about them at some point, maybe it was a magazine.

They were recording their own debut album and the guy you met was the drummer. He told you his name but you didn’t remember it, there was no need to. He said he’d already done his part and was just there to give his input on the others playing.

You sat in his lap, arms around his neck and occasionally shifting in his lap to get a reaction. You loved hearing his groans fall onto your ears, most of all you loved the thought of Steven catching you two in the act.

As if it was planned there was a knock on the door and in came Duff and Steven. They’d come to ask if this new band wanted to hang out, they were both new bands belonging to the same label so why not?

Steven just wasn’t expecting to see his own girlfriend sitting in some random dudes lap the same way you sat in his lap.

When Duff walked out he didn’t wait for Steven, he saw you sitting there, he knew there’d be words. “Hey, can I see you for a second?” He asked, looking at you with a stern expression.

The drummer you were sitting on looked at you with a confused expression. “But I’m comfy.” You whined with a pout.

“I don’t care, you’re my girlfriend, come on.” He said, coming over and taking you from the other drummer who just stared at you dumbfounded. You never mentioned anything about a partner. He spewed out apology after apology as his band mates laughed while you got borderline dragged out of the room.

Steven dragged you back to Guns recording room. You thought he’d take you to a closet or empty room, maybe his car or something but no.

He sat back on the couch but when you tried to sit down he pushed you off the couch. You looked at him with furrowed brows.

He unzipped his jeans and pat his thigh. You moved between his legs, heat building between your own as you looked up at him with wide eyes.

“The fuck are you doing?” Slash asked as he watched you, though the question was directed at Steven.

“She wanted attention.” Steven stated and pulled himself out of his boxers. You hit your lip and hesitantly took him into your mouth. Cheeks heating up as you felt four sets of eyes on you, Stevens head rolling back already.

You started moving up and down on his length, gagging slightly around him as soft groans left him.

Out of the corner of your eye you noticed that Slash was palming himself through his jeans, you could hear Duff groaning as well. While you couldn’t see Izzy or Axl you figured they were both in similar situations.

You just wanted attention from your boyfriend, not everyones eyes on you as you sucked Steven off. You wanted a reaction from him but you didn’t think it’d be this.

You kept going, eyes watering and tears trickling down your cheeks, mixing with the drool slipping out the corners of your mouth.

Steven was twitching down your throat, his head relaxed on the back of the couch as moans left him.

“Fuck.” Duff groaned. You hadn’t realized he’d come up beside you, now stroking himself not far from your face. “You’re so pretty like that.” You stared up at the tall blond, letting Steven take control and thrust up into you.

“Aw, look at that.” Slash chimed, also jerking himself off at the sight of your lips wrapped around Stevens cock. “Getting all starry eyed when someone calls you pretty.” He gently rubbed your wet cheek with a finger.

“Is that all you wanted?” Steven asked, caressing your cheek. You nodded, still taking him in your mouth. “Well, that’s to bad.” He pulled you off of him and got you to your feet just to push you onto the couch and push into your needy cunt. “Shouldve thought about that before being a whore.”

Steven started slamming into you at a brutal pace, not giving you a moment of peace. Loud moans and sobs ripped from your throat as you body bounced from his harsh thrusts, the only thing keeping your head from repeatedly banging against the wall was Duffs arm he had resting on the couch, specifically put there so you wouldn’t get hurt.

Even with Stevens aggressive pace and cold words, feeling everyone’s eyes on you knowing they were getting off on the sight, the few praises you got for simply sitting pretty for them was enough to get that hot knot building in your gut.

Stevens arms wrapped around you, pulling you up so you were held tight against his chest. Slash lazily reached for you chest and Steven held up your shirt for him. He stuffed the hem in your mouth and bit your neck. “You need to shut up more.” He whispered in your ear.

“Fuck you, I like hearing her.” Axl grunted, you could tell he was getting close. Everyone was getting close but no one wanted to cum first.

You reached down to rub yourself but Steven slapped your hand away. “Oh, come on,” Duff chimed, “she’s been good.” He reached over and lightly toyed with you. Slash groped your chest, pinching your nipples between his calloused fingers.

It all finally boiled over and the knot inside you finally came undone. Waves of heat washed over you, jolts of pleasure rocketing through your body and making you shake.

Your mind was wrecked. Everything was foggy, the guys voices were all muffled and you weren’t entirely sure what was happening. All you knew was that finally Steven was holding you tightly and lovingly, kissing you sweetly all over, whispering praises in your ear just as you had wanted when you came down in the first place.

[kyoghurts]

you know you can expect something from rayne after being away for so long, to an extent that maybe the most nerve-wracking thing you've ever done this morning is knock through the door of his dorm while maintaining a straight face.

unfortunately? you can't.

perhaps choosing to go overseas was one of the most difficult yet fulfilling thing you could achieve, but that meant sacrificing a lot, including rayne's sacred touches and fleeting dates. but he knows. he knows you dream big, more for yourself than anyone.

but he's a part of your dream, so when the opportunity of a semester break arrives, of course the first thought you had was going home.

home is where your heart is, and your heart is pounding in a plea to be close to rayne ames.

you're about to knock with all your might when the door creaks open to reveal a stupefied rayne, hair slightly tousled but unbearably handsome.

"...surprise?" your voice loses all manner of purpose. you don't get to explain your arrival when he suddenly pulls you in, slams the door shut, as his arms swallow you in warmth.

it takes the absence to appreciate its presence, they say. for a moment you forgot how long and sturdy his arms are, or his face that bears no sharp teeth in his glares, or the softness in which melts you in the private corridors of adler dorms. his hug overwhelms your senses, his familiar scent pervading the space as you return the same tightness of hold. his breathing comes in a ragged, uneven patterns, panting as if the oxygen on his lungs has been snatched from him. "i fucking missed you."

you feel your eyes turning glossy, blinking as you nuzzle your face into his chest, his heart doing somersaults. "i missed you more."

"why didn’t you tell me you were finally her—"

"believe me, this was an unexpected trip for me too. i wanted to see you as soon as possible."

he cradles your head, lips touching your temple as he moves to your forehead, and the moment he gives it a tender peck, you know you won’t be able to keep it together for much longer.

when you glance at his face, flushed with undeniable longing, you feel like you're falling in love all over again.

rayne draws back slightly, his hands framing your face as though he’s worried you might slip away again. his thumb brushes your cheek, tracing the familiar lines of your face, the same ones he’s memorized in the spaces between goodbyes. a face perfectly sculpted to be held by loving hands. his eyes look through you as if to assure himself that you’re real, that you’re really here.

"i almost can't believe it," he whispers, "it’s like… i’d only get to see you in dreams.”

a soft laugh escapes your lips, and you reach up to cradle his hands on your face, grounding the both of you in the moment. “then I guess this is a dream we both get to share.”

his lips curve into a smile, a subtle, rare softness reserved only for you. and suddenly, the weight of all those months apart, all the sent (and unsent) letters, and the quiet loneliness of sleepless nights fades into the background. here, under the warm, familiar glow of his gaze, everything else blurs away.

without another word, he tugs you toward the bed, settling you close as if he’s still afraid to let go. “you know,” he says quietly, leaning his head back as he wraps his arms around you, “i’d have waited another lifetime if it meant having you back like this.”

you laugh, your head finding the comforting hollow of his shoulder. “good thing you didn’t have to wait quite that long.”

his ears turn a little pink, voice vibrating against your cheek. “stay this time,” he murmurs, almost like a wish spoken to the universe, his hand gently playing with a lock of your hair. “even if it’s just for a while… stay.”

and in his hold, with the familiar cadence of his heartbeat and the steady warmth enveloping you, you know he’s as much your home as you are his.

hello there, i miss writing & rayne. @seneon @caelivir

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[groupiechick]

Steven Adler nsfw headcanons

My first time writing something! Hope you enjoy. Let me know if I missed any warnings!

Fem reader btw

Warnings: unprotected sex, p in v sex, praise kink, oral sex (blowjobs and cunnilingus), male masturbation, mutual masturbation, phone sex

* While this man is definitely as sub, he does love being on top about half the time, especially when he’s very needy and horny (which is most of the time). He loves pounding into you, it gets his testosterone flowing and he feels happy that’s he’s making you feel so good. When he finishes while on top, he may gently lie down on you while still inside in order to calm himself down, but also because he loves being as close as possible. Plus loves the feeling of your boobs on his chest.

* PRAISE KINK ON BOTH ENDS. He always sees you as sexy as fuck, and loves saying it all the time. But let me tell you, if you call him a good boy or something similar, he may well get a boner on the spot. As said, this man is a horn dog. Praise him during sex and he’s gone.

* Speaking of horn dog, if you aren’t around when he’s on tour, he will be masturbating as much as he can while his mind runs through his memories of fucking you, and imagining new fantasies he will beg to fulfill when he gets home. Loves phone sex when your away. But sometimes the two of you will just get naked and masturbate to each other while in bed together. Big fan of watching you touch yourself, but will usually just end up fucking you.

* Loves blowjobs. What man doesn’t? If you blow him, he’ll no doubt be a mess, moaning and groaning at how your mouth feels on him. Will touch your face and run his fingers through your hair, trying to tell you how good your making him feel but he usually just ends up rambling and whimpering.

* If you’ve read his book, then you might know what I’m referencing here. He love being naked. Sometimes not even in a sexual context. Usually if he’s around the house with just you he’ll only wear his boxers, and will strip completely if he feels like it. By the way, if you join him in this practice, he’ll do his best to stay calm, but if you bend over or push your boobs together by accident, it’ll turn into you two fucking on the nearest surface.

* He loooooves eating pussy. Will do it any time anywhere (with exceptions). If he’s fucking you and he sees how pretty you look, he may even stop just to eat you out to give you another orgasm before he finishes.

* Loves playing with boobs. Just in general loves boobs. Big? Small? Who cares. He always happy to go face down into them. If you let him fuck them, he might be the happiest boy ever. Big fan of boobs.

[yanderes-galore]

I couldn’t decide on whom to request, but I’ll send the other one in very soon.

Platonic! Yandere! Russell Adler with Missing! Daughter who was missing ever since she was eight and turns out his archenemy, Perseus, took her in as his very own daughter and raised her to be one of his best soldiers. 18-year-old darling is just wondering why this scarred man is hellbent on getting her back, and occasionally had to ask him who the hell he is whenever they meet up, which is honestly very heartbreaking for him.

I sense the angst already... sure! Utilizing wiki info since I have not played the game itself, I watched videos (It won't work with me for whatever reason).

Yandere! Platonic! Russell Adler with Missing! Daughter! Darling

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Angst, Possible mentions of real life events, Kidnapping, Brainwashing, Violence, Manipulation, Dubious companionship, Attempts at murder mention/Past murder mentioned, Blood.

I feel it's only more traumatic that he lost you when you were eight.

I do feel Russell Adler would be a good father to his daughter.

No one even knows the man has a family, or anything of his background really.

Your existence is a mystery to everyone but him.

Adler probably took care of you sometime before 1981 (Needs to be 18 years before Cold War's events), where he thinks Perseus is dead.

I'm a bit rusty on times where events take place but Adler takes care of you around when he's taken a position in the CIA.

You're a secret to most people and he loves you.

Maybe he adopted you or had you with a women no one knows before taking care of you alone.

Adler thought no one would learn of your existence since he never talked about his past.

Yet somehow tragedy still manages to strike.

Adler is a man who can go from charismatic to cold in an instant when talking with others.

It's hard to tell how he's feeling at times.

Yet I can just imagine the distraught desperation within him when he finds his home ransacked, his daughter gone in the chaos.

Adler is no doubt a changed man for ten years.

He may have been more laid back when he had you to look forward to.

But now he's dedicating his life work to finding you.

Although... is there anything he can find?

Meanwhile when Adler is left a broken man, Perseus had his men take you in.

Perseus becomes your father for the next ten years.

He may even brainwash you a bit to think you've always had him as your father.

You don't recall a man named Russell Adler, let alone think of him as your father.

Far as you know Perseus saved you and took you in as his own.

The next ten years are dedicated to training for you.

Perseus isn't the most affectionate man as a father but you never complain.

You're trained to be a soldier, a killing machine for his own personal use.

By the time you're 18 it's finished.

You're the perfect soldier while Adler still tries to find his long lost daughter.

Adler is a smart man so by the time of Cold War's events, or even before it, he suspects Perseus is the one behind your disappearance.

Imagine the pain coming back to Adler when he sees you for the first time in a decade.

He can tell you're his daughter but you've changed so much.

Your attire is decked out in Perseus insignia and it's clear in your eyes you don't recognize Adler.

Adler knows his next mission is to take you back, he even plans on disguising it as taking you as a hostage for interrogation.

No one suspects you're Adler's daughter but they do question why he's so insistent on targeting you.

It does indeed hurt Adler whenever he faces you only to hear you ask him who he is.

Any attempts to make you see him as your father again is pushed away.

You call him delusional and then proceed to try and kill him.

(If I'm being honest, this whole dynamic reminds me an awful lot of Splinter, Karai, and Shredder's story from TMNT. It's off topic but it would be exactly like that.)

Adler doesn't like the idea of hurting you but tries to tell himself it's for your own good.

Eventually Adler is going to snap and order the plan of kidnapping you.

To him it's more like reclaiming but... it's just to make him feel better.

Adler is careful of not letting his team know your origins unless he trusts them.

Once he has you in CIA custody, Adler does anything and everything he can to convince you that he's your father, not Perseus.

I can imagine that if you're biologically related he'd do a DNA test to prove things.

That would screw with your mind... but it wouldn't work if you were adopted.

Reversing your thinking is difficult because Perseus didn't necessarily use brainwashing on you.

He influenced you by taking you when you were young.

There's a slim chance Adler can get you back normally due to your age.

It's slim though.

The most likely option Adler would have to do to make you his daughter is brainwashing of his own.

He hates the idea of it but you may be unfixable in your current state.

By this point his crew is going to find out your connections with Adler.

Adler comes off hostile when they say you're now the enemy.

He wants there to be a chance.

You never deserved to be a soldier, especially one for Perseus.

Adler is definitely making it a goal to fill Perseus with lead when he finds him with Bell.

Perseus will choke on his own blood when Adler is done with him....

Don't worry, he'll fix his beloved daughter...

You won't have to kill anymore, you can just go back to how things were... how things are supposed to be...

Your real father will fix everything.

[asherloki]

My tiny

Sherlock x petite!reader

Request:- Hello! Fellow writer here :) 8 and 9 on the smutty one liners for sherlock x reader? Maybe he was thinking about her in his head (mind palace, whatever lol) and he called her to baker street and deducted she wanted him back? :) take this as far as you want or don't do it at all. Nothing but love <3 ~ @run-clever-boy

Smut

Word count:- 4144

A/n:- I'm not good at smut, I hope you still like it.

Prompt lists!

I walked upstairs almost as fast as I can and stood infront of Sherlock's door. As I came home after office I recieved a text from him "come at once, case ... Mostly - SH". Sherlock Holmes is the one who discovered my talent which I never knew I had. Solving mysteries. I was never into detective fiction either, until one day I met him he immediately asked me a few questions. He says he deduced I have an analytical brain, a brain to form thousands of theories, imageries which often are the reason for my distress, so he wanted to use my brain for something good. I started to tag along with him and John Watson. He took me to the cases which weren't dangerous for a woman. To him I'm rather a tiny woman, he even calls me tiny sometimes, which I first showed irritation to, but in my heart I know how much I like when he calls me that. So, the cases which are dangerous for a tiny woman like me he makes sure I solve, or help in solving them from their flat. As much as possible. He even let me talk to clients. I don't know what is the name of this relationship of ours, is he a guide, shaping me into a better person or ... I don't know but I actually like the fact that he doesn't care about women. Except for some, Molly Hooper his friend, Mrs Hudson his landlady, eurus his sister but it's complicated, and there's been someone else who intrigued this poor detective with her wit. He talks rather highly of Miss Irene Adler. His respect towards her makes me like her too, even though she's a criminal. Also that compliment, well I hope he meant it as a compliment when he said, "you're witty, like the woman". He likes my wit, intellectual debate. He sometimes brings up such topics of which I can speak of passionately, passion, he likes it. He also -

"Why didn't you knock?" The detective came opening the door, reminding me I've been standing there like a fool without knocking.

"Oh ... Sorry, I just-" I ran out of excuses, "let me in detective" I entered, his tall body couldn't stop my 5ft tall one to pass through the door.

"Welcome I guess" he said closing the door, "well it's my chair" he pointed towards his chair which I occupied.

"So? There's still alot of space there" apparently Sherlock himself is a lean man and I am petite as well, "anyway you said there's a case for me".

"Oh yes wait" he nodded and recalled about it, he went straight to his mantle piece and pulled out a letter which he handed me saying "here".

"From Mr Laurent" I read, "isn't he a detective too?"

Sherlock nodded in response.

"To miss... Wait it's for me?" I was stunned, a detective needed help but from me and not from.., "I don't understand".

"Seems like Mr Laurent has a crush on you" he said anything, I rolled my eyes and opened the letter,

"Let's read it" I said and read the letter contained the case Mr Laurent needed my help with, an old man was murdered in Venice, his four sons and their wives were in the house with three strangers, he's known for his reckless lifestyle when he was young, Mr Laurent also sent me a ticket to Venice. I read the whole thing out loud and Mr Holmes, my friend, I hope I can call him so, listened attentively, "he needs my help? But it's rather clear, who did it."

"Who did it?" No comment was made on his part to the request of help instead he asked about my theory for the case.

"Isn't it obvious, three strangers at his house exactly at the time of his murder? I mean, look he was known for his reckless lifestyle when he was young, which I'd like to believe involved women, who knows, how many enemies he harboured for himself and who knows how many illegitimate children, atleast one wouldn't surprise me, we need to check on the strangers, if the family members were to do it they would've done it anyday, won't even make a fuss about it, even though it's possible they chose this time to put the blame on the strangers but I believe the wealth of this old man would go to them anyway, they're the legal family but these strangers." I looked at Sherlock, he stood at where he was, staring at me, I know these eyes, he only stares like that when I'm making a point, a theory, a solution to the mystery, "we can check on these strangers I guess ".

He came closer to me, slowly, I didn't know why but the air was... Sultry, I didn't feel such things for him, never ever, he's not really... My type.

"Yeah" he said clearing his throat "are you going then?"

I shook my head "no, I don't know this person " I stood up, "I can't spent time with someone I barely know."

"I'd suggest the same" he said taking that ticket away from me, "he just wants to get into your..." He stopped.

"Into my?" I asked..

"Nothing " he said and put that letter away.

"Into my bed, I know" I answered making him chock, "was it vulgar?"

He glanced at me, it's not that vulgar, I said many vulgar things intellectually that just made everything less awkward for John, Sherlock and I never had an awkward moment, we have same vibe, same mentality, same everything.

"No it wasn't " he said coming closer, it's bizarre, he's like everyday, clad in his black trousers, white shirt, his same dressing gown, something hot surrounded us. I've barely felt any such tension after my fling with Thomas ended. It was all about Sex and Sherlock hated it, he never objected but he hated how we just banged wherever we got the chance, we didn't spare his bathroom. He doesn't know about it.

"What's in the corner of your lips?" He asked touching the corner of my lips, almost, I didn't move, consenting him silently to touch them.

"What's there?" I enquired, to my own surprise my voice came out as a sultry whisper, never happened with him.

"May I check?"

I nodded and I wasn't aware of what I was going to experience. His lips touched mine, the first time ever, we kissed? I couldn't believe my own senses we actually kissed.

He pulled away, smirking as he replied, "there was nothing".

Can you believe it?

"Very funny" I replied sultrily and walked towards the kitchen, "what was that supposed to mean ? Jealousy?"

He furrowed his brows as I said something impossible, "jealous of what?"

"Mr Laurent?" I replied.

"Why would I be?"

"I don't know, perhaps the fact that he asked me to come with him and if he's handsome then we might.."

I didn't have to complete my sentence when my detective came almost running saying,

"Don't you dare bang him all over Venice".

"I'm not a whore"

"I know you aren't, but Thomas"

"He was my fling so..."

"Shut up you're my tiny detective" he literally called me tiny and didn't let me act offended, rather crashed his lips on mine, bless Thomas for teaching me everything I needed to be good at this. I let our tongues dance as we parted lips to let them enter.

"I've been thinking of this, and more everytime you formed theories of a case, solved them, did some analytical research or simply said something intellectual with.." he said pulling away, "with passion, so much passion, you're a spark, a fire and I would be cold without you" my ears as if I couldn't believe what I was hearing, he was vulnerable, expressing himself however he could, "make me warm Sunshine, tiny little detective".

"I'm not.." I couldn't even object, he interrupted.

"Miss 5ft."

I'm tiny, his tiny... I did say his didn't I?

"Tiny one, hated when you banged Thomas" Sherlock said booping my nose lightly.

"Could see it in your eyes" I replied letting his fingers trace the features of my face.

"Pretty Little face, cute little exterior" he said out loud then leaning to my ears he whispered "only I know how much thirst is in there".

Yes, the thirst. Never thought I'd actually do it with him but..

"Guess we're gonna..." I stared.

"Do something else " he picked me up and I wrapped my legs round him as he carried me to his bedroom. I'm so petite that I fit perfectly in his arms. He has comforted me many times when some violent case triggered me, I love his embrace and I am loving whatever we're upto. He dropped me on his bed, and he climbed on top of me.

"So, what's your plan?" I asked confidently knowing he has little to no experience in bed.

"You'll see tiny" this time it hit a nerve.

"If I'm petite then why do you wanna fuck me" I said a little agitated. He smirked knowing he's successful in driving me up the wall.

"Because, your anger and passion turns me on" he said as his hands fumbled with my shirt button, "and your intellect is my porn".

Now that was a big sixer by Mr Holmes. Making a woman like me whimper. And that made him raise a brow.

"I see your body reacting to my comment." That was sultry just like his voice. No wonder I've always admitted one thing about him, he has a sexy voice.

"Because words are our thing detective" I played my turn as well.

"I see, tiny detective" we both are detectives. And we both get a bit excited by intellectual word play. He and I know how to trun people's heads with words. He did it Jeanine and I, too with some men to get information.

"What if we actually..." I began to touch his buttons, "do the action this time, without all the talk?"

"I like that idea" he said, he and I both unbuttoned our shirts. Tossing them to some corner of his room. As soon as we both sat half naked his lips attacked my neck. Leaving prominent marks, for people to know to whom I belong, for now or... Forever Mr Sherlock Holmes.

I brought him even closer as the sensation was different, special, we've solved many cases together and this does feel special. Alot special. His hand roamed to my back and unclasped my bra. My nails dug into his skin. I wasn't ready for him to see me like this. His tiny detective at his mercy, does sound sexy doesn't it?

"May I?" He whispered in my ear, asking for permission if he could see my breasts.

"Ofcourse, it's not like your tiny has the biggest set of boobs" I joked to which he raised his face and looked into my eyes,

"Good, then they'll fit perfectly in my palm" he said, still not for once looking down at me. As I nodded and gave my consent then only he looked down and took no time into brushing his fingers against my hardened nipples, sending shivers, a touch from a man I trust, the hands which keeps me safe, the safest touch.

"You've never been into bodies did you?" I couldn't help but ask. He kept marking my neck and in between pinching my tits as he replied,

"A good body will lose it's charm with time, but a charming personality as yours, a passionate mind as you, an intellect like yours will never."

He does have a point, we'll still be eachother's favourite even after we're old as a goose.

"Also.." he continued, "your eyes will also remain beautiful, bright, reflecting your charming personality, a mystery I'll spend my life solving".

I allowed myself to bring him even closer and kiss him more lovingly this time, as his hands started to undo my belt and then pulling my jeans away. If I knew something like this would happen I would've come prepared, but... Guess he doesn't really care about all that.

"Don't overthink it" he said, "you look fine, I..."

He trailed off, wonder what he wanted to say but yes, I won't be a spoil sport with my overthinking. I got up and treated his trousers the same way he treated mine. And the twitching member of him was making sure to make his presence prominent.

"Should I do something about it?" I asked kissing his neck, feeling his body reacting to it under my fingers. I made him pull his pants down leaving him in his boxers, preparing myself to finally be the person to see Mr Holmes's thing. Wonder if anyone else got a glimpse... Oh right, Jeanine.

I kissed his chest as I put his boxers down, his twitching member finally got a bit of freedom. He let out a soft whimper, his cheeks turned pink, so he's shy? It didn't seem so the way he kissed me. I looked his member, wrapping my hands around it making him let out a whimper again,

"May I?" I also should take permission if he did. He nodded and I brought my mouth to his tip, leaving a light smooch on it. I knew what I was doing, Thomas was a good practice. He stared at me, breathing heavily. I guess I smirked when I licked his length, then wrapping my mouth on it I started to work on it, with both my mouth and my hand. He controlled for sometimes but he moaned, finally he let himself be vulnerable, he liked what I did.

"I never kn..." He tried to speak as I made it incredibly impossible for him to do so, "never knew... You...ah" see? Incredibly difficult as I fastened my pace, "you could do ... It so... Ah... You're great".

That lifted my confidence and I...

"What the?" As I planned to make him cum in my mouth, I see he has something else in mind, he pushed me down and pinned me to bed.

"Let me return this favour tiny" his heavy voice whispered in my ear. I knew what he meant, I squeezed my thighs together, knowing there's a wet spot in my panties. His voice wasn't helping, rather was making it worse. Thomas was good, but I never knew he, Sherlock Holmes knows how to do to a woman. He got down and almost ripped my panties away. I really don't know whether I'd be able to wear them again after we... It's okay, I sometimes forget my pants at home. I still squeezed my thighs, keeping him from seeing what he wanted to.

"Are you eager?" I teased, I told you, I'm well trained by my fling. He smirked, but his smirk was innocent. My teasing was gone, I felt... I... With Thomas it was just good sex, but I... Felt safe with Sherlock. Never happened before, no one cared for me like he does, no one values my wishes like he does. He gives me more than I ask. And I'm not even talking about material stuffs, he... "My my". He forced my thighs to spread to give him a good view. He looked down and then at me,

"Tiny" he said seductively, "just like you" I was thinking of something sexy to say until he said, "I like it".

And then? He dived like a starved man would for food. His tongue touched my clit giving me shivers, making me moan loudly, thank goodness doctor Watson is married and out of this flat. Otherwise he'd have heard me moaning, as his tongue played with my clit. He didn't stop there, he let his tongue run through my slit, I tried to move upwards in his bed, his big hands grabbed my waist and pinned me in my place. I put a finger between my teeth to keep me from screaming. His tongue felt good, even better and I know now why. He kept on eating me out as I put a hand on his head, grabbing his curls and pulling it slightly. That's how horny I can get, don't go on my looks. He finally pulled away from my pussy, staring right into my eyes,

"Few more licks would've painted your face white Mr Holmes" I said panting.

"Guess you can paint my dick all white" he said stroking his dick. That's a sight I liked, the posh detective and his tiny childish assistant, newspapers called us "the detective and his sunshine", "posh detective and the tiny woman", "detective's childish assistant". Only if they knew, posh detective, cold detective and his childish, innocent, tiny, intelligent girl is doing dirty on his bed. He positioned his tip to my entrance, gave me a look, I nodded, ready to have him in me. And he did push himself into me,

"Ah fuck you're big" the only thing I could scream as his big cock entered me. But that's it, he's in me, I realised something I never did, now I want him, him.. I stretched my arms out, asking him to come to me. He wasted no time and leaned on me, giving me a kiss he stared to rock his hips, slowly and sensually. It felt good, my tall man, his face burried in my neck, his thrusts hitting perfectly. He protected me from bullies, showed me I'm extraordinary to worry about those ordinary people, made me realise he and I are worth better things and ... Now that I know all these, I'm not ever going to stray again... I hope. I'm staying Sherlock Holmes. He took his pace and fuck it felt nice, it felt perfect,

"My go- oh yes" I moaned, he raised his face to see mine,

"Oh, little miss tiny is about to beg" he said to tease me, I remember he told me about Irene Adler wanting him to beg, and ended up begging for protection from him, twice.

"I don't beg, men gives me anyway" I didn't wanted to be a self absorbed person, especially not now, it's just ... Came out. He replied with a sudden thrust that found the spot,

"Ah yes right there" I screamed, arching my back. He stopped, his cock in me.

"What if I don't fullfill your desire?" He does that to people, being rude but never to me. I showed my puppy eyes (which I always do and it works on him)but eventually my mouth spoke,

"Pretty please?" Which apparently means I begged for more.

“I told you, you would eventually start begging.” he said with a smirk and resumed his thrusts at my g spot. I brought him closer and wrapped my hands around him. The most intimate, he and I. I could stay like this forever, but he eventually got up and fucked me faster, the roomed filled with him painting, my moaning and our skin slapping. His cock worked fine in me. And we both knew I was close.

"So am I" he said between his pants. With some more thrusts I let out a scream, eyes closed, I painted his dick white. He pulled out of me immediately, shooting white strings to my belly.

-------

We got up, we cleaned ourselves and sat on his bed with a chessboard.

"Oops got your bishop" I mocked as I replaced his bishop with my pawn.

"Aww poor your queen" eventually he trapped me and got my queen that made me gasp,

"You did not" I, surely am offended by Sherlock's intelligent move, "not my queen, I can never win without it".

"Oh I'm sorry tiny" he didn't seem sorry at all, "be careful next time" his voice was gentle, soft as he explained how I should play and be careful next time, "you got it?"

"Sherlock?" I called him, not answering his question, I can play chess well, now if you play with Sherlock Holmes you're never good enough, but I wanted to ask him something else, "how was it?" He blushed, I'm too bold, I can ask anything without thinking twice, "anything you imagined?"

He nodded fumbling with my queen, "the world is filled with ordinary and notoriety you know tiny" he said looking into my eyes, "reality is often cruel, I... I saw your innocence and potentials in your eyes. You were wasting your time with Thomas, fling is useless, I hoped you'd find something better, worthy of your time, all I could give you is my adventures. You.. you're very intelligent, emotionally. You're an unique, creative thinker as well, you're hard to describe just like me. Can't let those ordinary people bully you, can't let those ordinary men lay finger on you, I couldn't stop Thomas since you consented but I want you to understand, you're here for something better." I just listened to his words, made sense why I always felt no one understood me, sitting here on his bed, wrapped in his white bedsheet with a chess board. If feels safe, he makes me feel... Understood.

"What I mean to say is I'm terrible at expressing emotions, yet I feel them just like you do, I saw you couldn't fit in with your dull boring, bimbo classmates who ultimately back stabbed you. But I see you here, with me, smiling, laughing, feeling safe I hope. This world is dull for people like you and me tiny, these people are cruel, boring for us, you and I couldn't settle down with any ordinary profession or people. We're too similar. The only thing though I believe you have extra is, your innocence. With you, reality is better than my dreams, my imagination. Because my imagination came with the reality of the world that I faced, but with you I saw a different side of it. You're different, innocent, you think differently, you're kind and you don't do things to please people. You don't want to be ordinary, you hate being boring, you're far more me than I am, you're far better me I must say, you're a better Sherlock Holmes, you bring out the better Sherlock Holmes in me, my tiny. This reality is better, and I am not just talking about sex."

Can you believe? His puzzled words did make sense, it's better here just him and me.

"I realised today that you love me" I spoke as a tear fell from my eyes, remembering how everyone treated me and how he does, I'm his better world.

"Glad you know" he said looking down at the board. I didn't know where we were at the game but I moved another pawn of mine.

"Sherlock..." I spoke, "if you wanted someone good, I believe there are many people who are... Good. You know I can't control my temper, I have no filter, I am also pretty childish and-"

"If by good you mean ordinary people, who doesn't have personality, who copies others, brags to you, lies to you, use you" he knows everything I've been through, he knows how people treated me, "ordinary people often thinks they're extraordinary, especially to those who actually are... Rare. You know my university life". I nodded, he was a lonely kid,

"So was my school life" I certainly was a lonely kid in my school, we're both eccentrics.

"We can live in our safe bubble, here, with our stupid adventures if you'd like" he proposed and I loved it, guess my grin proved so,

"And I" I got up and threw my arms around him, "love it".

He hugged me tightly, the sorrow we experienced, all was transformed into a certain joy, he always felt relaxed holding my head to his chest,

"But detective?" I had to be myself and make a proposal of mine, "I like your handcuffs." He looked suspiciously at me,

"Fine, my tiny's wish is my command".

[shoesterrs]

VDL Gang but Animals

I know this has been done countless times, but here's my version! Some have a cool explanation and some are just,,, silly :)

Dutch Van Der Linde: Black Panther

I think it's fairly widely accepted. He gives off the vibes of a big cat, hard to remember they're wild animals and not just big lovable kitties.

Hosea Matthews: Corsac Fox

This one was oddly tough. It was pretty easy to make him a fox, but I had a lot of other ideas. I do think he looks A LOT like a corsac fox, and acts a lot like a fox in general, clever and cunning.

Arthur Morgan: Stag

What'd you expect? This is just perfect for him, no other questions are being taken, thank you.

John Marston: Golden Eagle

That picture is so. So so John Marston. It looks just like him dude. I see a lot of people say he's a wolf, and I get that, but BIRD OF PREY. Wolves are more often seen as very territorial and constantly with their pack. I see John Marston more as a loner, especially with the lonely vibes in RDR1. And going from weird little looking baby to BIG MAJESTIC BIRDDD. I don't know I'm a big bird fan. He hunts down his old friends in RDR1 and that is very bird of prey of him. And the bird symbolism? OAGH freedom and independence but also strength and courage. And they mate for life 😀

Javier Escuella: Coati

Very out of field uhh. Okay. So in all sorts of different cultures, coati can represent change and protection, but also greed and gluttony. They're often depicted as protectors or crafty and mischievous creatures. Javier is very protective and loyal of his family, and despite trying not to, he's changed a lot throughout the years. Coati. End quote.

Bill Williamson: Javelina

Hii he's a silly little javelina, blind and stupid but also so so horrifying. Big family protectors, travel alone or in packs, and this picture spoke to me. I LOVE JAVELINAS!!

Micah Bell: Gila Monster

The largest venomous lizard in the US (I think), these badass lizards hunt down their prey by locking them in their jaws and biting down, slowly injecting venom. MICAHHH - Dutch is his prey, or fucking ANYONE and GOD iusghfja

Charles Smith: American Bison

Sweetheats <3 ofc he's an American Bison. Chonky boys, very connected to Native American culture. Hella protective but so so chill. And silly.

Sean Macguire: No fucking idea maybe a woodpecker

Lil assholes who like to swoop at me for some reason these ableist birds. Anyways. They got those strong head muscles. Perfect for him. Love to cause noise. Bird vision. Yep

Lenny Summers: Otter!

sweethearts with an evil mind <3 They often symbolize curiosity and playfulness. Young hearts. :( gonna make myself cry

Sadie Adler: Cougar

Often thought loners, but value their social family and friends. Purrs doesn't roar REAL Sadie's fierce as hell and a fantastic bounty hunter BAM cougar

Karen Jones: Secretary Bird

she looks like a secretary bird finished. My sister gave me this idea and I LOVE IT. "execute snakes by stamping on them" JUST USING 'EXECUTING' IS KAREN ENOUGH. QUEEN.

Tilly: Black-Footed Ferret

I want to put her in macaroni.

Mary-Beth: Barn Owl

Freakin NERD. I don't like this one very much, think she's more of a cat maybe?? But neither a cat or a barn owl fits her personality. Going more with what is represents, owls representing ya know nerds and magic and all that. And I guess barn owls are real good at being sneaky and Mary-Beth is a good pickpocketer :)

Uncle: Raccoon

Weird, gluttonous, and trash animals? Uncle. But for real, raccoons might not look threatening but they can put up a FIGHT. Reminds me a lot of Uncle.

Abigail Marston ;): Red Shouldered Hawk

Very protective, gets PISSED. Abigail probably would kill like a bird of prey for her family. Love her. Love hawks. Also really wanted to make the Marston family BIRDS OF PREY heh

Jack Marston: Brown Falcon

Silly little guy, but still a predator. Hunts down Edgar Ross. Absolutely a bird of prey.

Miss Grimshaw: Emu

Miss. Grimshaw would single-handedly win a war against Australians. Therefore, emu. Cannot fly but has personality for years.

Simon Pearson: Turkey

Very American, balding, and they represent giving and food of course. I wanted to make him a sea related animal, like maybe a Manatee or a Walrus?? But I REALLY like turkey.

Leopold Strauss: Weasel

Evil fucker, that one weasel from Zootopia yes I just referenced that, also I want to toss him in macaroni.

Josiah Trelawny: Raven

Very clever, often represent magic. "Spiritual messengers". Also found that they represent "divine timing" which is funny as hell to me and very Trelawny. I play a silly DnD thing where I DM and roleplay as the entire freaking Van Der Linde gang and I made Trelawny just kind of show up at the simultaneously the worse and best times.

Reverend Swanson: RED SPOTTED TOAD!!!

MY FAVORITE CHARADCTER!!! and i gave him a toad :) BUT i like toads! Especially this silly guy <3 They represent transformation (very Swanson look at him go) and are often attached to witchcraft which I think is fucking hilarious for a reverend. These guys spend the day in rock crevices and come out during the night - they can survive 40% body water loss. Good for the morphine and alcohol :D

Kieran Duffy: Ring Tailed Cat

Look at those big eyes and tell me that's not Kieran. They get hit by cars all the time and that's soooo Kieran Duffy of them. They're super shy and timid but also hella adventurous to the point of stupidity. I've only ever seen one in the wild in my life and it very aggressively yelled at me. Wherever you are, sorry little dude.

Last but not least, Molly O' Shea: Bleeding Heart Dove

Another one my sister recommended. OH the symbolism, I could write a whole essay, it HURTS. Doves are obviously very common symbols for freedom and love. The plumage looks like a gunshot through the chest. HELLO!?!? CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?!??! It's a bleeding heart. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. They're freaking gorgeous majestic creatures, a symbol of resilience and beauty in the Philippines

And that's it?? I think. Would love to hear y'alls thoughts!

[iamcalmdammit]

Trust issues || [David "Section" Mason x reader x Phillip Graves]

Summary: As Russell Adler's daughter, you were used to your father's scheming. But when he interferes with your relationship with your boss to help your ex get you back, you begin to lose track of what you want.

Length: 7.7k words

Characters: David "Section" Mason, Phillip Graves, Russell Adler, Frank Woods

Note: I've been working on this for a while, but something always came up. Now here you go. What do you think? I love all of these guys. All of them. // Me? Proof-reading? Never. I'll die on that hill (one day.)

The private conference where Phillip was giving a keynote speech was about to begin shortly, but he was still standing outside in the hallway, going through some stats with his most trusted employee. You watched him out of the corner of your eye as you tried to finish the conversation you were having with your sales contact from the organizers.

Once he finally apologized and left you there, you quickly made your way to your boss who was now on his own, his blue eyes fixed on you in a way that made your skin burn. You nervously tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and tried to think of anything but that look he had in his eyes.

"How's my tie?" he asked when you got there.

"Perfect."

"Hair?"

You couldn't help but laugh at this. When did he become so vain? "Everything's good, don't worry," you assured him.

"I'm not worried."

You pursed your lips and raised your eyebrows upon hearing his statement. It came a little too fast and he sounded suspiciously sure of himself.

"What was that look?" he asked the moment he saw your expression.

At first you wanted to ignore his question. He was giving good speeches, he never had a problem with that, but today he seemed a little fallen apart, as if his mind was somewhere else. You were sure there would be no problem, but it still made you worried about him. Something was wrong, you just didn't know what.

"Sweetheart."

Someone placed a hand on your shoulder and you almost jumped out of your skin. When you turned to look at who it was, your lips curled into a smile. "Dad, hi," you told him as you quickly hugged him. "I didn't know you would be here."

"It was a last minute change of my plans," he replied then looked over at your boss.

"Oh, right. Dad, this is Phillip Graves, the CEO of Shadow Company. Phil, meet my dad, Russell Adler."

Phillip shook your father's hand and said, "It's nice to meet you, sir."

"Likewise." Something was off, you could feel it. He was about to say something you wouldn't like and soon you were proven right by him. "This must mean you're the one who makes my girl work so much," he pointed out.

But Phillip didn't seem to pick up on that because he sounded pretty chill when he replied. "Quite the opposite, I'm usually the one telling her to go home," he pointed out.

"Is that so?"

"Dad, can you not?" you tried, putting a hand on his arm to make sure he wouldn't ask any more questions.

"I see you're working for the government," Phillip spoke up, pointing at the text on the badge in your father's neck.

He nodded. "As an advisor, yes."

"That's great."

But he didn't seem interested in keeping up a conversation with Phillip because he quickly turned to you and asked, "Can we talk?"

"Sure. Will you be okay?" you asked, turning to your boss.

"Don't worry about me."

"I'm not worried," you told him, maybe a little too quickly.

"Okay, I get that look now," he said with a laugh. "I'll go find my PA to check my schedule for the day."

"Good luck." Once he disappeared with his phone in hand, you turned back to your father. "What did you want to talk about?"

"My birthday's coming up."

"I know."

"You'll come over this year, right?" This again. Great. You'd been missing out on his birthdays in the past few years, but it's not like it was intentional. You usually went there, only a few weeks later. "Y/N, I'm getting older, who knows how many more birthdays I'm gonna have. You've been working on my birthdays in the past years, let's celebrate together this time."

He was right and you knew it. "Fine, I'll see what I can do. I promise," you added.

"Thank you. Now, tell me how you are. You look tired."

"I work a lot, it's been crazy in the office."

"Do you want me to talk to your boss?" he asked with a laugh.

"Thanks, but I can handle it."

"Sure?"

"Sure."

Your father fell silent and it made you uneasy. Whenever he gave you the look he had in his eyes now, you knew he was about to tell you something you wouldn't like to hear. "There's something about this boy that I don't like," he finally said.

The last time you had heard him say this was back when you were dating a guy from college and decided to introduce them to each other. It was a bad idea. "What would that be?" you asked anyway, by now curious to hear what he had against Phillip.

"I can't really tell," he said with a shrug. "It's just a hunch."

"He's not that bad," you tried.

"If you say so."

Oh, no, you knew this tone. "Wait, it's not just a hunch, you know something."

"Just be careful, that's all I'm saying," he said, holding up his hands. "And I still like David more than any other candidate."

"Dad, David and I broke up last year. Get over it."

"But you still talk quite a lot." Before you could respond, a chiming sound could be heard. "Oh, I believe it's time for the section your boss is in. Let's sit down."

As you were walking towards the chairs in front of the podium, you tried to get some answers out of him. "Do you and David talk about me behind my back often?" you demanded.

He looked at you then sat down, patting the chair next to him so you would do the same. "Your name comes up sometimes," he replied in the end.

"You're scheming and I don't like it," you told him in a whisper.

"Let's pay attention, okay?"

You hated this so much. He had worked for the CIA for a long time--hell, you were quite sure he was still working for them and this government advisor position was bullshit--and he often acted like raising you was one of his missions. He wanted to know every detail, every person you kept in touch with, where you went and what you were doing.

He always did a background check on your boyfriends and so far the only one who managed to pass his test was David. But you knew it wasn't only because of him as a person, but his background as well. He was the son of Alex Mason, someone your dad had worked with back during the Cold War, and he was raised by Frank Woods, another man your father closely worked with in the past.

Soon you were snapped out of your thoughts by a delicate applause from the crowd as Phillip stepped on the podium. He looked around, but then his eyes landed on you and he watched you as he began his speech. You couldn't hide your smile and you lost track of his words after a while. But every time he looked at you for a brief second, your breath caught in your throat.

Later you said goodbye to your father, promising him you would have dinner with him, then went to look for Phillip's PA so the two of you could talk to some people together, hopefully booking interview appointments.

'I'm at the bar. Come down and join me.'

That was all your boss' message said late at night. You weren't sleeping yet so you thought you could just as well go down for a drink and see what he wanted. While you looked into the mirror in the elevator, you suddenly realized that you were like a dog answering its owner's whistle.

Pathetic.

But at the same time you didn't really mind. You liked his sense of humor, the excited way he could talk about work, and how he always made time for conversations with you. He was nice to all of his employees, but you weren't sure if there were more than a handful he talked to outside of work as well.

He was sitting by the bar with a glass of bourbon in front of him. "I was beginning to think that I lost you," he said with a smile.

"I had dinner with Dad," you explained as you sat on the barstool next to him.

"I hoped we could eat together."

You let out a quiet laugh. "Maybe some other time."

"It's hard to make it happen if you always say no." There was something about his tone of voice that immediately made you look at him. You hoped he would tell you what he meant by that, but he didn't elaborate and changed the topic instead. "Anyway. I was wondering, how old is your dad?"

"Almost eighty-two," you told him.

"And he's still working as an advisor?"

Nodding, you took the cocktail you had ordered from the bartender then turned back to him. "Retirement isn't for him, especially since my mom died."

Phillip looked down at his glass. "What did he do when he was younger?"

"He worked for the CIA."

"For real?" Once again, you nodded and waited for him to explain why he looked like he had just had an epiphany. "That explains the way he looked at me."

Oh, fuck, he picked up on that. But you decided to play dumb for now. "What way?"

"He was suspicious."

"I'm sure he wasn't."

"He was, trust me. But I'm an open book, I have nothing to hide," he stated before finishing his drink and looking at you.

There it was again, the look that burned your skin. "If you say so," you said after clearing your throat and tearing your gaze away.

Phillip ordered another round of bourbon then took a sip with his eyes still on you. "Did you get any feedback about my speech?"

"It was good," you began, happy to talk about work instead of your private life. "Jeff and I already scheduled a few of the interviews we had talked about."

"Why aren't you talking to me about that?"

"Because that's why you have a PA?"

He suddenly reached out to put a hand on top of yours. "Oh, no, I want us to talk directly to each other about these things, okay?"

"You mean you want to schedule them yourself?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying, yes."

"As you wish," you told him as you pulled away your hand and stood up. "Well, I only came down because of your message, but I'm tired so I'm off to sleep. See you tomorrow, I guess."

"Come on, stay a little longer. You can't leave me here alone," he asked, almost begging you.

"Pick up some woman. I'm sure it wouldn't be that hard," you let the first thought slip out of your mouth.

Shaking his head, Phillip stood up as well and took both your hands. "Please, don't do this. I can't be any more obvious."

"You're my boss."

"And? I'll talk to HR if that's what you want."

"I can't do this. Just think about how it would affect our work relationship."

A smile suddenly appeared on his lips. "I think things have been better since that kiss in Zürich," he noted.

"That was a mistake," you told him, although in reality you often thought about that kiss and wished you could repeat it.

"Are you sure? Because I'm not." He let go of your hand and cupped your face with his hands instead. "One chance, that's all I'm asking for."

Your eyes were locked with his blue ones, and you were slowly getting lost in their depths. "Why is it so hard to say no to you?" you whispered more to yourself than him.

"It must be my boyish charm," he replied with a laugh. "You wouldn't be the first one to complain about it."

"Is this how you sweep women off their feet?"

Letting out a sigh, he shook his head. "No, actually it was my mom who always said that."

Giggling like some stupid schoolgirl, you said, "I imagine you always got what you wanted."

"I worked hard for everything." His lips were suddenly close to yours, getting slowly closer as he carefully examined your reaction. But you couldn't resist, you wanted him to kiss you so you closed the gap and took the lead. "Why don't we go up to my room? I'll prove you made the right choice," he said with a wide grin.

•••••••

Two months after you officially started dating, you were sitting between his legs on the floor, leaning your back against his chest as you sipped your wine. You were watching some overrated indie movie neither of you had been paying much attention to lately.

Phillip had one hand around your waist, and another under your unbuttoned jeans, teasing you despite your constant begging for more than that. At one point he admitted that he wasn't planning to do anything serious just yet, at first he wanted to see how you reacted to him teasing you while the movie lasted.

It was a stupid experiment, but you knew that once it was over, he would satisfy you over and over again for sure. He was an overachiever in bed, you knew that, and when you had pointed that out, he didn't even try to deny it.

Then your doorbell rang, bringing you back to reality. "Don't open it," he whispered in your ear when you tried to stand up.

"Our cars are outside and the lights are on. It would be rude to ignore whoever it is," you pointed out with a laugh.

"You're ruining our fun." You turned your head to look at him and once your eyes locked, he let out a defeated sigh. "Fine, I'll let you go for a short while, baby, but make it quick," he told you before he licked his fingers clean.

You turned around to be on all fours in front of him and gave him a soft kiss before you stood up and said, "I'll be right back."

You looked out of the window on the way to the door and noticed the silhouette of a familiar car in the dark. When you opened the door and saw your guest, you immediately knew why it was familiar.

"David, hi," you greeted him with a surprised look. "What are you doing here?"

He took a deep breath and thought about where to begin, but until he spoke up, his hazel eyes gave away that whatever it was, it really bothered him. "I need to vent and I don't know who else to go to," he finally admitted.

Before you could ask him what the problem was, he simply walked inside, leaving you standing there. "Sure, come in," you said quietly.

You followed him to the kitchen where Phillip was busy pouring another glass of wine for himself. "That was quick," he noted without looking up. But once he turned to you with a seductive smile, it all disappeared and he watched David cautiously. "Oh. Hello?"

David turned to you. "I'm interrupting something, aren't I?" he asked.

"Yes," Phillip replied impatiently.

"No," you said at the exact same time.

Your ex shook his head. "I should go."

"Wait, why don't you just tell me what's wrong?"

"Frank," was all he said in response.

You began to laugh at this. "Ooooh."

"Don't laugh, he's getting on the nurses' nerves and I'm the one getting the calls. I have to talk to him about it, but I need reinforcement. He adores you, Y/N. Come with me."

There was something about the way he said it that made you think. Could it be that Frank didn't know the truth? "You did tell him we broke up, didn't you?" you asked with a questioning look.

David groaned and looked up at the ceiling for a moment. "Look, he's old, I didn't want to shock him."

"David!"

"Okay, what if we tell him together? I'm sure he will have questions and it would be better if I didn't have to answer on your behalf," he tried.

"My dad isn't young either and I managed to tell him alone. When it happened, not a year later," you added.

"Come on, Frank would be happy to see you again. Please."

"Ugh, fine."

"Thank you," he said as he reached out to quickly squeeze your hand.

That was the moment Phillip cleared his throat and looked at David expectantly. "We don't know each other, do we?"

"No, I don't think so. I'm David Mason," he introduced himself as he extended a hand.

"Phillip Graves." He shook your ex's hand then pointed at the bottle on the kitchen island. "Can I get you a glass of wine?"

"Thank you, but it's time for me to go. Sorry for disturbing you."

Phillip laughed. "No worries. Have a good night."

You walked David to the front door and watched as he sat in his car and drove off. So Frank was causing trouble again. You laughed while you closed the door and returned to your boyfriend in the kitchen. When you got there, you saw him looking at you with an upset look on his face. Was he jealous?

"What?" he suddenly asked.

"You're jealous."

He let out a laugh. "Me? Of this guy? Don't be ridiculous."

"Then what was this all about?" you asked him.

"I just offered him a drink since he was your guest." Tilting your head to the side, you gave him a disapproving look. He had been playing some stupid power game with David, it was obvious. "You don't believe me?"

"No."

Phillip walked over to you and put his hands on your hips as he examined your face. Then his hands began to move up your side, gently stroking your skin under the shirt you were wearing. "Too bad. But I have nothing to worry about, right? I mean, you're mine after all. I own every inch of this gorgeous body of yours," he said once he took off your shirt and began to place kisses all over your chest. "I love you," he murmured against the hollow of your throat.

The way he ruled your mind and body was nothing new, but even now you were surprised by the power he had over you. You already forgot that you had a visitor that night, all you could think about was him. And how despite all this you could never get yourself to say that you loved him.

•••••••

The Vault was a strange place. You didn't really know why, but you never really felt safe there, this is why you had always visited it with David by your side. You never had to tell him about this weird fear of yours, he instinctively knew and paid more attention to you while you were there.

Now that you had to go back there to see Frank, this probably irrational fear returned. But even though you weren't together anymore, David still stayed close to you, and took your hand to guide you away from an unruly patient outside in the garden. And after that, he didn't let go, he just wrapped his fingers tightly around yours and walked towards Frank's room as if you were in last year.

Then you finally reached your destination and you couldn't hold back a smile when you saw the old sergeant. "Frank," you greeted the man.

He turned the wheelchair around and let out a heartfelt laugh. "Y/N, it's been so long. Where the hell have you been?" he asked as he reached out to take your hand in his.

"I'm sorry, something always came up."

"David's right, you work too much," he stated once he rolled back to take a better look at the two of you.

With an annoyed groan leaving your lips, you folded your arms over your chest and gave him a sharp look. "Not you too."

"Your old man?" Frank asked with a laugh.

"He always tells me that too, yeah."

Next to you David huffed loudly enough for you to hear it. "And we're right," he noted.

Before you could say anything in your defense, Frank cleared his throat to stop the upcoming fight. "How are you, kids? I'm sure there's a reason why you both came here after such a long time. Here to announce your engagement finally?"

"No, we're not. Quite the opposite."

"We broke up last year, we--well, I just didn't know how to tell you the truth," David admitted. He sounded sad and you couldn't decide if he was trying to guilt trip you or really felt like that.

Frank closed his eyes and nodded. "Too bad, you were sickeningly cute together. What happened?"

"It just didn't work out," you replied.

"Because you work way too much." You turned to David, ready to defend yourself, but he changed the topic before you could say anything. "Anyway, we're also here to talk to you about your behavior," he said, turning to the very man who had helped raise him after his father's death.

He remained silent for a short while, as if he was having trouble remembering things. "What are you talking about?" he asked innocently.

David dropped on one knee to get on eye level with him. "The staff called me. Poker parties? For real?"

"Do you have any idea how boring it is here?"

"And you call one of the nurses Nurse Batshit?" David asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, because she goes batshit crazy whenever I want to smoke," Frank explained.

"You shouldn't do that."

"Don't tell me what to do, I'm old enough to decide on my own."

You couldn't do it anymore, you couldn't keep a straight face. So you finally let all of your emotions out and started laughing, even getting a tissue out of your bag to dry a few stray teardrops.

David let out a sigh and turned to look at you. "Why are you laughing?" he asked seriously.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I know this is serious, but," you began before losing it again. "Nurse Batshit? I can imagine you wheeling around in your chair screaming that nickname."

"She never listens," Frank noted.

"Because it's rude."

This time David gave you a confused look. "Then why are you laughing?"

"Because it's also hilarious."

"Thanks for the help, Y/N."

"I'm so sorry." After breathing in and breathing out a few times, you could finally calm yourself enough to speak seriously. "Okay, but for real, you should be nice to the staff. And don't organize poker parties, if you need money--"

"I don't need money, I want to have some fun," the old man interrupted you angrily.

"Frank, there are rules here, okay? Please, try to adapt to them," David tried.

"I'm too old for that, I won't change, son."

You put up your hands. "We tried."

"You give up that easily?"

"Look, he did a lot for our country, he deserves to have a peaceful and… fun retirement," you tried to reason with him.

Frank's lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he looked at David and pointed at you. "Listen to her," was all he said in the end.

The three of you chatted some more but things became weird when Frank began to ask both you and David if you were seeing anyone now. David explained that he was focusing on work and his girls, while you… Well, you lied and said you were also alone at the moment. You didn't know why you said that, it just came out like that.

Once you left the building, David stopped you by a bench in the garden and motioned you to sit down with him. "You weren't too much help, but thank you for coming," he said after watching you for a few minutes in silence.

"I'm sorry, but Nurse Batshit," you said, although your voice faded as you started laughing again.

"Okay, you're right, that's funny." David was now laughing too, finally appreciating Frank's sense of humor. Just as suddenly as he started laughing, though, he fell silent again then said, "I miss you."

"David…"

"I'm serious. But tell me this--why him?"

"You mean Phil?" you asked the obvious.

He nodded and you could tell he was furious by now. "Yes, your goddamn boss of all people," he pointed out. "Can't you see that he's using his position to get what he wants from you?"

But you only shook your head and ignored his anger. "It didn't happen from one day to another," you said, keeping your voice down to calm him down a bit.

"Oh, trust me, I know. It all began when we were still together."

"It's not true."

"I remember what it was like. I remember his fucking voice from my nightmares because you always put him on speaker when he called," he finally snapped. "It didn't matter if it was late night or the weekend, or if we were out on a date. You always answered his call. Always."

It was true, you couldn't argue with him, but there was something that you knew he didn't want to say out loud. "I never cheated on you," you informed him, hoping you answered whatever theory or question he had in his mind.

"I'm sure you didn't, at least not physically. But emotionally? That I'm not so sure about." Could he be right about this? So much had happened since then that you didn't even remember the details. "Tell me, is he treating you right? Or does he talk to you in private as if you were any other of his employees?"

"Don't do this," you said weakly.

"Answer me." He watched you intently, probably trying to read your face in case you didn't answer. And you didn't answer. You didn't know what to say because a part of you knew he was right. "You can't even answer this simple question. Leave him. Do yourself a favor and throw him out."

"And go back to you?"

"I wouldn't mind. I tried to be friends with you but that's not enough."

Letting out a sigh, you looked into his hazel eyes and wondered why he suddenly said these things. For months you only had casual conversations, you never suspected that he still had feelings for you. If you had known, you would've kept your distance for his sake.

Before you realized what was happening, he reached out and pulled you into a kiss. A hungry and passionate kiss you knew all too well, one he usually reserved for post-mission meetings. You were so surprised that you instinctively returned the kiss, something you definitely wouldn't have done if you could think straight.

But as terrible as it was to admit, you enjoyed it, and memories you had forcefully pushed into the back of your mind in the past months now returned--date nights, lazy mornings in bed together, trips to the zoo with his daughters. It had been so good to be with him, it was definitely more domestic than the relationship you were currently in.

Then your phone began to ring and when you looked at your watch, you freaked out. "Shit, it's Phil," you said in panic.

"Leave it," David told you before he kissed you again.

It didn't last long this time because the call brought you to your senses and you pushed him away. "No, wait, what the fuck am I even doing?"

He watched you jump up and take a few steps away from him then flashed a cheeky smile at you. "Following your heart."

"How poetic."

"You wanted this."

"You're confusing me."

"I couldn't confuse you if you really loved him."

You did love Phil, you knew that deep down, but you couldn't deny that you wanted this. A part of you still missed David, still regretted having those fights back in the day. But there was something else you needed to remind him of. "You threw me out to begin with!" you snapped at him.

David stood up and walked over to you. "Because of him! Because of whatever the fuck was happening between you."

"I need to answer this," you suddenly remembered your ringing phone.

"Go ahead, I won't stop you."

"Stay quiet."

"Why?" he asked with a laugh. "He knows we're visiting Frank together, doesn't he?"

You gave him an angry look. Not because he was wrong, Phil knew you didn't come alone, but he made it sound like it would be fun for him to piss your boyfriend off by talking in the background. It wouldn't be beyond him to do something like this.

"Hey, Phil," you said into the phone after you answered the call.

"Babe, it took you so long to answer. Is everything okay?" he asked almost worriedly.

"Yeah, I was just looking for a quiet place to talk to you," you lied, earning a disapproving look from David.

"Are you still there?"

"Yeah, we just finished."

"How did it go?"

"Not well, but we kinda knew he wouldn't change."

"And your ex?"

Shit. "What about him?" you asked as if you didn't know what he was talking about.

"Did he behave?"

"Jealous?" You laughed, although it wasn't a happy, but more like a nervous laugh.

"Like I already told you, I have no reason to be," Phil replied confidently and you could imagine the smirk on his lips now. "See you tonight?"

"Yeah. I'll be waiting."

Once you put the phone away, you took a deep breath then turned around to face David. He was watching you with his arms folded over his chest, burning a hole inside you with that glare. "He knows that you shouldn't be with him, that's why he's so worried about you coming here with me," he suddenly said.

You gulped loudly while you thought about what he said. "He's not worried."

"I heard you asking him if he was jealous. So what would be the better word then? Insecure?" he asked with a laugh.

"I won't stay here and listen to you talking shit about my boyfriend," you told him angrily before turning around and walking away.

•••••••

Russell had been through a lot throughout his career, but despite not acting like the best father in the world most of the time, you were one of the things about his life that he was truly proud of. Not saving the world or getting rid of bad guys. No. You.

So when your boyfriend called him to say he had plans for your birthday, that he would throw a party to celebrate you, he knew he had no choice but to play nice. He didn't like Phillip, but you loved him and that was enough for now.

At the party you looked truly happy and chatted with every single guest eventually. You were talking to one of your neighbors when he found you again, although he only watched you from afar, appreciating the sight of you having David by your side again. Russell remembered that old lady, David had sometimes helped her around the house while you were together.

"They are adorable together," he noted happily when he noticed Phillip standing next to him out of the corner of his eye.

"I beg to differ, sir," was all he said with a surprising level of confidence, although Russell was able to tell it was just an act and he was probably nervous under this calm surface.

"Of course you do."

Phillip let out a sigh and licked his lips as he turned to him. "I have a question for you. Why do you hate me so much?"

"I don't hate you, son, I just don't trust you. I want my daughter to be safe in a relationship," he explained.

"So you think I can't protect her?"

It was clear from his reaction that he wasn't a parent yet, especially not the father of a girl. "I'm sure you could protect her from physical harm, but I'm talking about emotional safety. I doubt you could give her that."

"But you think he could," Phillip said, pointing at David.

Russell nodded. "I know he can. She has known him for many years, she was by his side after the divorce, she went through hell to get his eldest daughter to at least like her, and they spent four years together," he listed.

"And despite all this they still broke up."

"All because of you."

Upon hearing this answer, Phillip raised an eyebrow and turned to him. "What does it have to do with me?"

"The two of you have been close for a while now, haven't you? Maybe a little too close for David's liking. Late night calls, weekend calls, business lunches and dinners, business trips--you knew exactly what you were doing."

The younger man laughed. "You think I'm that calculating?"

"You might as well be."

"Well, I think your daughter knows best who's the better choice for her, so I suggest you step back and let her decide on her own," Phillip told him coldly.

Who would have thought. This kid could still surprise him. "Is that a threat?" he asked calmly.

"No, sir, just an advice," your boyfriend replied with a smile before walking away, going straight to you.

You greeted him with a smile when Phillip put an arm around your waist and handed you another cocktail. He gave David a cold look, who in return excused himself and left the group. A smile crept on his lips. Good, he knew his place.

He kissed your temple, hoping this gentle gesture could get your attention. When you gave him a questioning look, he asked, "Baby, do you have a minute? I have another surprise for you."

"Another?" you asked in a surprised tone.

"It's not a big deal." Once you reached an area that was less crowded, Phillip reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box that he then handed to you. When you saw what was inside, you looked up at him, expecting answers. "Keys to my house. Move in," he explained.

While he thought you would be happy to see it, in reality you were unsure of the whole thing. "Isn't it soon?"

"Why would we waste our time?" asked Phillip as he took your hand. "Come on, things are great, this is the next step."

"Can I think about it?"

He was confused, he didn't understand why you weren't glad to hear he was ready to move forward with your relationship. But he didn't want to push you so he had to be patient this time. "Sure. I'm not trying to force you here, it's just an option," he replied with a smile.

You finally smiled at him and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Thank you," you whispered against his skin.

"I love you more than anything, Y/N. You know that, right?"

"I love you too." Then you let go of him and stepped back a little to look at him. "So how was working with Dad on this little party?

It was a nightmare, he wanted to say. "We had our differences about the guest list," he began, intentionally not mentioning David's invite, "but other than that it went well."

"I'm glad to hear that. I know how difficult he can be."

"No, it was okay. If things go that well we might be friends one day," he lied.

With a warm smile you fiddled with the collar of his shirt. "Look how confident you are."

"I would say optimistic."

•••••••

You didn't know what you were doing in front of that door, but something led you there. It was a thought in the back of your mind, telling you to come and see him again. You knocked and waited, hoping he would open the door soon.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" asked David in surprise.

Looking down at your hands, you thought about how to answer this. Really, what the hell were you doing? "I don't really know."

He flashed a small smile at you as he stepped aside and fully opened the door. "Do you wanna come in?"

"Only if it's okay."

"You're always welcome here, you know that."

The two of you walked inside to the kitchen, briefly passing by the living room. "Oh, yeah, Savannah and Jessica are with me this weekend," he explained when you noticed the tops of the girls' heads.

Without thinking, you said, "Hello, girls."

They didn't respond, just kept on watching some animated movie. Once you reached the kitchen, you leaned against the kitchen island and watched David with a sad look on your face.

"Is everything okay with you?" He put a finger under your chin and made you look at him "Come on, you can tell me."

"Phil asked me to move in with him," you admitted after some thinking.

"Will you?"

"I don't know yet."

"Do you want this?"

"I'm not sure."

"Why?"

It was a tough question. Sure, you loved Phillip and things were great, but something was missing. And there was another thing too. "I can't get you out of my head since that kiss," you admitted with a guilty expression.

David's lips turned up into a smile. "Is that so?"

"Don't look that smug," you said with a laugh.

"I told you he's not good enough for you," he pointed out quietly.

But just saying this wasn't enough for him. David swept a strand of hair out of your face and slowly leaned closer and closer to kiss you. You should have resisted the temptation, you should have pushed him away, but you couldn't.

"I wish I didn't want you this much," you admitted after he kissed you.

David put his hand under your shirt that began to move up your spine. "Let's do something about that," he whispered into your ear.

You looked back into the living room and saw the two girls still sitting on the couch without paying attention to them. "Your daughters are here in the living room."

"They just started that movie, they won't leave the room until it's over. We'll be quiet. Come with me," he said as he took your hand and began to lead you to his bedroom.

You didn't resist, you let him do whatever he wanted to do. It was a mistake and you were aware of it, but you had trouble thinking straight in his presence. Everything came back from the time you'd spent together and you began to wonder if being with Phillip was a good idea.

In the end you stayed until the morning and performed the walk of shame on the way to your car. You were an idiot. How could you do something like this? And things got worse when you got a message from your boyfriend, asking to meet you in his home.

"What the fuck does this supposed to mean?!" he snapped at you the moment you entered his study where he was waiting for you.

You glanced at the laptop screen he was pointing at and noticed a video of you and David from the night before. "Where did you get this?" you asked worriedly.

"What does it matter?"

"You sent someone to follow me around?"

Phillip took a deep breath as he turned the laptop back to himself and stopped the video. "You've been acting weird, what else was I supposed to do?" he asked.

Laughing, you raised up your hands. "So that's how much you trust me."

"That's rich coming from you. You cheated on me!"

"Look, it only happened once--"

"I don't give a fuck about your excuses or how many times this happened," he told you angrily. "This is a video from yesterday night, when you canceled our date because you weren't feeling well. And he's been bombing you with messages for months now--to what you always answer. I read them, I know exactly what you're talking about."

He crossed a line with this. "You what? Those are private conversations," you pointed out. This is what you got for being with someone who was good at this stuff.

"I don't give a fuck! What matters is that you lied to me. You told me you loved me while you were screwing your ex."

"Phil, let's calm down and have a normal conversation."

"Sure. Then let me tell you about your dad's little scheming. I checked his call records and messages from the past year and he has been communicating with your ex a lot more since we got together. He didn't even try to hide it whenever we talked that he prefers him over me, so I wouldn't be surprised if he was trying to convince him to try to get close to you again."

"You're seeing too much into this."

"Oh, I don't think so. Here, let me show you something," he said as he pushed a few buttons on the laptop then turned it to you.

Based on the logs, these were chats between your father and David. The snippets Phillip collected for you were all about your father trying to convince David that your current boyfriend didn't deserve you, that he was a bad guy for ruining your relationship, and that maybe you should be together again.

Fuck. Why couldn't he stay out of your life?

"Believe me now?" Phillip asked as he put a hand on your cheek to make you focus on him. "Listen, baby, I love you despite all this shit. If you are willing to go no contact with Mason, I might even forgive you. But you need to make up your mind for good," he said, leaning so close that he almost kissed you.

Prying his hands off of you, you took several steps back and buried your hand into your hair as you thought about what to do or say now. You cheated, it was obvious why Phillip was mad at you and you couldn't blame him. But what he had showed you, the truth about your father and David…

"It's too much, isn't it?" he asked, as if he could read your mind.

You were almost crying by the time you got to answering his question with a nod. "I know why you're so angry and I'm so sorry."

"Hey, they manipulated you," Phillip cautiously said as he took your hand. "This asshole got close to you again so he could break us up. But I have faith in us, okay? We can get through this."

"I'll talk to him."

"Setting clear boundaries, I believe." When he saw you look down at your shoes instead of answering, he got worried. "To set clear boundaries, right?"

"I just want to know what he was planning all along first. But," you began upon seeing the look on his face, "maybe I'll visit Dad instead. Yeah, that's what I'll do."

"Good girl," he said before placing a soft kiss on your temple.

•••••••

A few days later you were sitting in your father's living room with a warm cup of tea in front of you. He was sitting in the armchair next to you and watched you with an expectant look on his face, after all the two of you had been sitting there in silence for over five minutes now.

"You've been scheming again, Dad," you finally said. He raised an eyebrow, as if he had no idea what you were talking about. "Come on, I saw the messages you sent David in the past months."

"Look at my little girl, snooping around in other people's business," he told you with a proud smile.

You shook your head at this. "No, I got the messages from Phillip, he's the one who got his hands on them. What were you thinking? That I would go back to David after everything that happened recently?"

Rolling his eyes, Russell took a sip of his coffee. "Your relationship with your boss can't last long. He's using you, I know that."

"You hate him since the moment you met."

"That's not true. I already hated him before that," he admitted with a shrug. "You and David broke up because of that guy. You threw away a relationship that worked so well and what you worked so hard for."

Breathing in then breathing out, you tried to calm yourself. "David was the one who sent me away, don't forget this," you warned your father.

"Because of him. All of this happened because of him. If you and David gave your relationship another shot, you could be happy again. You could quit your job and look for something that comes with less stress, something far from Graves and his manipulation," he tried.

"Why can't you just accept that I'm happy with him?" you tried with your face buried in your hands. "Phil loves me, he even asked me to move in with him."

"Yet you kissed David when you visited Woods," your father pointed out.

You looked up with a shocked expression on your face. "How do you know about that?"

"Woods. Someone saw the two of you and told him about it," he explained.

Damn it, not him as well. Pushing the thought of your father not only scheming with David, but with Frank as well aside, you tried to figure out how to convince him to stay out of your love life without getting into a fight. It was a tough one.

Then he cleared his throat and said, "Okay, I can see you don't like me pushing this… David propaganda. Fine, I'll stop. But answer me this. When you think of getting married and spending the rest of your life with someone, who would you really like to see there with you? David or Graves?"

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

Note 2: What? It's over like this? The answer is yes, it's over like this. I couldn't pick one, I love them both. The readers need to make the final decision.

[nancydrewwouldnever]

Two Sunshine Interviews, 2007

Not Just A Pretty Boy: Chris Evans Lights Up The Screen

Director Danny Boyle calls 'Fantastic Four' actor 'really very special.'

MTV Movies

By Shawn Adler, July 13, 2007

Look quickly at Chris Evans and you're bound to see him as a pretty-boy actor, one of those open faces that would seem more suited to an Abercrombie & Fitch catalog or a fraternity kegger than a nuanced drama. Look quickly at the roles he's chosen, like in "Fantastic Four" or "Not Another Teen Movie" or "The Perfect Score," and you're bound to think of him as silly and lightweight, a hotshot who, as Human Torch/ Johnny Storm, actually plays, well, the consummate hotshot.

Look quickly at Chris Evans, however, and you're bound to miss the most important thing about him -- this boy can act.

"Well, he's a superb actor, and I'm not saying that just 'cause he's in my film. I think he's brilliant," director Danny Boyle said of the 26-year-old actor, whom he cast in the sci-fi epic "Sunshine." "He's a very talented guy, a thoroughbred really. He's a bit of a Mary Poppins -- he can pull anything out of the bag."

"Anything," of course, isn't exactly the word that comes to mind when thinking of Evans' most popular roles (which actually are pretty much his only roles -- the "Cellular" star has only appeared in 10 films). To the casual observer, his characters tend to be more similar than not -- so similar, in fact, that it's tough to look at his filmography and not wonder if Evans isn't just playing some amplified version of himself.

Not so, said Boyle, who cited a lack of opportunity -- not skill -- for the misperceptions about Evans' talent.

"The casting director [for 'Sunshine'] said, 'You should meet this guy, he's underestimated by people.' He came in the room [and was] superb. I cast him and that was it," the director recalled. "I hope he can get stuff that shows his talent 'cause he's really very special."

For Evans, "Sunshine" was that special opportunity, a chance to show a different side of himself while simultaneously working for one of his favorite directors: "Two birds with one stone," he said.

"At the end of the day us actors are here to make good movies -- that's what I love about this business. [But] if you don't have a good director you won't have a really good movie," Evans said. "So if you've got a good director inviting you to work for him, you jump at that opportunity. And that's what Danny offered me."

Working for Boyle offered benefits beyond making a good movie, however, strengthening Evans' belief that in order to be a successful actor you have to "check your ego at the door," he said.

"A lot of times as an actor you are experimenting, you're trying things and you need an anchor. If you're trying something and you're getting off the path, you need your director to come in and reel you in. [You need to tell him,] 'I trust your internal barometer of what's good and what's bad and it's going to protect me,' " Evans revealed of his process. "Danny could have said, 'Try the next take in Spanish,' and I would have said, 'All right.' "

Johnny Storm no more (at least until producers call for a the sequel), Evans will soon take that lesson into more eclectic fare, from playing the dimwitted lead in "The Loss of a Teardrop Diamond," an adaptation of a Tennessee Williams play, to a cop alongside Forest Whitaker in James Ellroy's "The Night Watchmen" to an Iraq War veteran in "Under the Blue Sky."

It's a mix that pleases Evans, he said, smiling broadly. "I like to go see movies that are dramatic. I like to get internal when I watch films. I like to cry when I watch movies. I like being emotional," he divulged. "The truth is, I like acting, period."

Do yourself a favor -- look closer.

Also from MTV in 2007, a small snippet of a tv interview. Thanks once again to the Chris Evans Archives for keeping this alive! (It's the bottom video.)

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Tsukinami Prologue

ー The scene starts on the rooftop garden at Banmaden

Yui: ( The breeze feels nice... )

Monologue

Several months have passed, since I came here.

While everything was quiet and peaceful at first,

the situation made a complete 180 right after,

and even right now,

things are rapidly changing in the Demon World.

The trigger for all of this,

was Karlheinz-san,

both the Vapire King and the Supreme Overlord of the Demon World,

and his decision to pass down his powers to one of his sons.

The once stable and peaceful state of the Demon World,

took a turn for the worst in the blink of an eye.

As soon as that happened,

the other Demonic races came to the conclusion,

that now while the new ruler was still inexperienced,

it would be the prime opportunity to steal the throne,

with various conflicts breaking out all over the country...

Yui: ( The Vampire, Wolf, Adler and Vibora Clan...Those are the four main sub-species of the Demon World. )

( Aside from those, there’s Founders like Carla-san and Shin-kun...The First Bloods. )

( Not only do they stand independent from any other race, they possess great powers. That’s why several other clans have reached out to them.

( ...Because they want to use their powers to their own advantage. )

( Seems like today as well, several Familiars from different species came to visit Banmaden one after the other. )

...Must be a lot of work.

( However, it seems like those two have been sending all of them back home empty-handed. )

( To be honest...I’m kind of relieved. It’d be worried if we were to get caught up in the chaos, and I’m kind of scared. )

ー Shin approaches her

Shin: Hah...Today has left me exhausted again.

Yui: Ah, Shin-kun. Good work out there!

Shin: For real. I’m completely beat.

They won’t give up even if you tell them to leave, it gets really annoying. They’re such a pain in the ass.

Nii-san’s not going to grant them an audience no matter how much they please, but they’re way too persistent...Haah.

Yui: Must be rough day after day.

Shin: It is. I mean, I do understand why they’d love to have us help them out.

We’re Founders after all...First Bloods. Ah, right. You can have this.

*Thud* 

Yui: Wah? 

(  What’s in this bottle...? )

Shin: It’s supposed to be some kind of luxury item one of those other Demons brought along. I doubt it’s meant for Nii-san, so it must be for you, no? 

Yui: For me?

Shin: ...If they seriously thought about giving something wrapped in such a cute, frilly packaging to Nii-san, then they should be happy they got away with simply being send back at the gate.

Yui: ( He does have a point...I mean, he went through the trouble to bring it to me, so might as well open it up. )

*Rustle rustle* 

Yui: Ah...Look, it’s konpeito! 

Shin: I know. ...I already inspected it just in case.

Yui: Ah, right. Thanks.

Shin: You’re welcome. Wait, well, I only handed it over to you.

Yui: But I’m happy. Well then, let’s not waste any more time...

*Thud* 

Yui: ( Waah, this really takes me back. )

...Here you go, Shin-kun.

Shin: Nn. ...Uwah, it’s sickingly sweet...

Yui: Fufu, you’re right. But it has a reassuring taste.

Shin: Maybe, I guess.

Yui: ( It almost feels like I’m having a relaxing time over at the human world but... )

I wonder if a war will break out in the Demon World

Shin: I mean, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. If they let this chance slip by, it could take ages before another similar situation occurs.

Yui: ( One of the Sakamaki brothers now has Karlheinz-san’s powers, right? ...I wonder how they’re doing. )

( They might already be fighting against another Clan... )

Shin: Hey, hold up. You were thinking of those guys just now, weren’t you?

Yui: Eh?

Shin: Don’t try to play dumb. ...You’re thinking about those Sakamaki’s, aren’t you?

Yui: ...Yeah. While only for a short period, I did once live together with them, so I don’t want anything bad to happen to them.

Shin: Hahー ...You really are a miss goodie-two-shoes, aren’t you?

But you know. We’ve been turning down all offers so far, but if we’re made a good offer, the two of us might end up facing each other as enemies again, you know?

What will you do if that happens?

Yui: Well...

( I definitely don’t want...two groups of people I know to face off against each other. )

( I don’t want them to clash but...I’m not sure if I’m in any position to say anything about this whole situation. )

...

ー A strong gust of wind blows

Shin: ...The wind’s picking up. We should probably head inside soon. 

Yui: Yeah...

ー The scene shifts to Yui’s room

Yui: ( They might end up fighting each other, huh...? )

( I don’t want to have to witness that, but I’m sure it’s not that easy for them either. )

( I’m pretty sure they want nothing more to regain sovereignty over de Demon World previously in hands of the Vampire Clan. )

( However, said plan failed back when Karlheinz-san was still around. )

( I won’t deny that now might be the prime opportunity to take back control. However, if they were to do that... )

( Hmー We’d be back to square one. )

*Knock knock* 

Carla: I am coming in. 

Yui: Sure, go ahead.

ー Carla enters her room

Yui: ( I wonder what’s behind the sudden visit. )

Carla: ...An unfamiliar scent lingers in the air. Do you have any idea where it might be coming from?

Yui: Eh? Umー...

*Rustle rustle* 

Yui: Perhaps it’s this konpeito?

Carla: ...

Yui: Shin-kun gave it to me earlier and we tried it together.

Carla: Konpeito, you say? ...The unfamiliar scent made me assume that someone with bad intentions might have trespassed the manor.

Yui: ( So that’s why he came to check up on me. I must have made him worried. )

Would you like to try some as well?

Carla: No thank you. ...I do not particularly enjoy sweets.

Yui: I see...

Carla: You enjoy that sort of thing?

Yui: Yes! I feel happy for some reason as the sweet flavor spreads in my mouth...

Carla: ...I see. I suppose it was worth allowing Shin to accept the gift.

Yui: ( The two of us rarely talk because he’s always so busy, but it seems like he’s actually keeping me in mind. )

( ...I’m happy. )

*Knock knock*

Shin: Nii-san? Dinner is ready to be served. 

Carla: I understand. ...Well then, let us go.

Yui: Yes. 

ー The scene shifts to the ballroom

*Cling cling* 

Yui: ( Usually I feel most relaxed when the three of us are together like this but...The atmosphere is kind of tense. )

Carla: ...Update me on the situation. 

Shin: The same as usual. It’s pretty clear that all they care about are our powers. 

They could really benefit from some manners, I had to stop myself from simply burning them all to the ground. 

Carla: It cannot be helped. It only makes sense that they would seek out stronger allies.

Shin: But you know, it’s so blatantly obviously that they’re trying to be in control since we’re outnumbered. 

That sort of arrogant attitude really pisses me off ...!

Yui: ( Seems like Shin-kun is really stressed out from having to deal with various other Demons day after day. )

Shin: I mean, they won’t say it with that many words, but they underestimate us way too much just because there’s only two of us.

Carla: However, it is true that it is just us two. So they must be jumping to conclusions.

Shin: ...Hey, what do you plan to do, Nii-san?

What do we gain from keeping up with this!? 

Carla: ...We must not be hasty.

Shin: You think so?

Day after day I have to deal with other Clans’ Familiars coming to this Castle...I’m sick and tired of it!

This is a prime opportunity to take back sovereignty over the Demon World, so why are you keeping quiet?

Carla: ...

Yui: Shin-kun, calm down a little...

Shin: As if you could ever understand...So just shut up!

Yui: No way...

( I mean, it’s true that I’m not the one out there having to deal with all of this like Shin-kun is. )

( Nor do I know all of the details of the situation but...That still stings a little. )

Carla: ...

ー Carla gets up from his seat and walks away

Shin: Tsk...What’s his problem...?

Yui: ...

( I’ll leave with Carla-san as well. )

ー The scene shifts to the entrance hall

Yui: Haah...

( Perhaps I spoke out of line. )

Carla: Do not blame Shin for what he said.

Yui: I don’t plan on doing so. I’m sure he must be exhausted. 

Carla: Shin is still young. That is why he lets his temper get the best of him.

I believe he must want to free himself from this confinement as soon as possible. 

I am fairly sure that I would have done the same back in my younger days...

Now I cannot confidently make such a decision on the spot.

Yui: Right...

Carla: It is just the two of us now. While we may be strong, we are outnumbered. ...We must carefully work around this disadvantage. 

I refuse to let the first best Demon use us to their own advantage. ...Due to my pride as a Founder.

Yui: ( Pride, huh? Such a heavy concept. )

ー Carla walks away

Yui: ( I am sure that Carla-san has his own strategy in mind. )

( If Shin-kun is offense, Carla-san is defense. ...Even if both of them feel the same way, they come across as quite different. )

( ...It’s not making the situation any easier. )

*TIMESKIP*

*CAW CAW CAW*

Yui: ( Hm? ...What’s this sound...? )

ー Yui wakes up in her room

*Caw caw caw* 

Yui: ( Crows? What are they doing here...? )

ー Shin enters her room

Shin: Thank god...

Yui: Shin-kun! Did something happen?

Shin: Some random guys came to attack us out of nowhere. ...I’m glad to see you’re safe and sound. 

Yui: Where is Carla-san?

Shin: He’s fine. Anyway, you should worry about your own safety right now. Come on, let’s hurry.

Yui: Eh? Where are we going?

Shin: We’re going to move to a different manor and wait out the situation.

???: ーー You’re not getting away

*Rustle* 

Yui: ( Who’s this...? )

Kino: Hey there! I’m Kino. ...I’m part of the organization known as ‘Raven’. 

Shin: Is that so? And why exactly did you sneak into our place?

Kino: I’ve come here to pick her up. ...Did you like my konpeito?

Yui: Eh?

Kino: Take my hand...Eve.

Yui: ( Why is he...calling me Eve...? )

Shin: Hah? I’m not letting you have her. If you want her that badly...You’ll have to get past me first.

Kino: Ehー? What a pain...But well, if that’s what you want, I’ll take you on.

Shin: Heeh...Allow me to show you that you’ll end up swallong those words very soon!!

Yui: Shin-kun, don’t!

Shin: You stay back...!

*THUD*

Yui: Kyah!

Kino: Hmー... A First Blood’s combat style is rather unimpressive. 

Shin: Haah? Fuck offーー!

*THUD*

Kino: Ahaha! You haven’t landed a single hit? So, what are you hoping to achieve by wrecking your own Castle?

Shin: I’m seriously going to kill you...!

Yui: ( Oh no. I want to stop this fight, but I can’t exactly step in between them... )

Carla: ...Haah!

*Woosh*

Kino: Uu...Kuh...Hah...

ー Kino collapses

*Thud* 

Yui: Carla-san...!

Carla: You mannerless brute. It is common courtesy to request an audience with the King first. ...Now name yourself. 

Kino: Owowow...Well, guess I should have expected as much. This is what a First Blood should be like.

My name’s Kino. I am Karlheinz’ Prince Zero.

Yui: Eh? 

( Which means he’s one of Karlheinz-san’s sons as well? )

Shin: ...I didn’t think there’s be another hopeless Vampire aside from those guys. 

Kino: I only came to introduce myself today. I’ll be back. To ask you to hand Eve back to me, when I eventually become Adam.

Yui: ( ...Our eyes met... )

*Caw caw caw* 

Kino: Whoops, seems like I’m running out of time. ...See you!

ー Kino runs off

Kino: Ah, before I forget.

Mr. Long Hair, you’re terminally ill, aren’t you? 

Yui: ( How does he know that...? )

Kino: Why don’t you just give her up already, so you can get to spend the little time you have left in peace? What do you say?

Carla: ...

Kino: Ahaha! Well then, bye-bye!

*Flap flap flap* 

*CAW CAW CAW*

Shin: Kuh! Halt!

Carla: Stop. ...Let him go for now.

Shin: For now...?

Yui: ( Carla-san is terminally ill...He’s still contracted with Endzeit. )

( I nearly forgot because his usual demeanor wouldn’t lead one to assume that he is ill... )

( But since he never fully recovered, he’s constantly flirting with death. )

Carla: ...Nonsense. 

ー Carla walks away

Shin: Ugh...

Monologue

Endzeit. 

It had been a while,

since I last heard the name of said illness drop.

After all,

Carla-san has been pretending,

as if it does not keep his mind busy.

Even now that the symptoms are seemingly under control,

it would make perfect sense for him to continue,

to feel the crushing pressure of reality.

I believe that he must have been hiding it,

not wanting to talk about his illness,

in front of us.

When I think about that,

my chest ached in pain.

ー The scene shifts to the balcony

Yui: ( Endzeit will never disappear ーー that being said, I’m pretty sure he’ll get upset if I show too much concern... )

*HOOOOWL*

Yui: ( ...Huh? )

*HOOOOWL*

Yui: ( Is that Shin-kun trying to enter the woods leading a pack of wolves!? )

( Carla-san is...not with him. )

( Don’t tell me he wants to go take revenge for earlier...I have to stop him! )

ー The scene shifts to the forest

Yui: Haah, haah...

( I guess it was reckless of me to chase after him after all. )

( I know that I should have probably told Carla-san but...I wasn’t confident about facing him after what just went down. )

( ...Anyway, now that I’ve come this far, I have to go after hiーー )

*Rustle* 

Yui: !

*Rustle* 

Yui: ( No way...Someone’s behind me...? )

I’m sorry, forgive me...

Shin: What are you playing at, following me all the way over here?

Yui: Shin-kun?

*Rustle rustle* 

Shin: Go back to the Castle. I’ll let this slide if you do. Hurry!

Yui: Wait! Were you going somewhere by yourself? 

Shin: ...Nii-san is dying at the hands of Endzeit. We can’t waste any more time.

If we stay cooped up in our Castle forever, we might get wiped out without accomplishing anything...We have to act before that happens.

We’ll regain control over the Demon World...!

Yui: ( Shin-kun...I understand why he’d feel pressed but I doubt Carla-san will be happy with this. )

But It’s not wise to act thoughtlessly. I’m sure you still have time to come up with a plan at least?

Shin: It’ll be too late then!

Yui: That’s not true!

Carla: ...What are you doing?

Yui: Carla-san...

Shin: Nii-san, I’m sorry for acting without your permission but...

Carla: ...You never change. You really need to fix that rash nature of yours.

Shin: ...

Carla: What was your plan?

Shin: I was going to visit the Wolf Clan first.

They’ve always done a splendid job at protecting their territory from outsiders. They have a strong sense of duty and their King possesses great qualities of leadership. 

I figured they would be the best party to form an alliance with. 

Yui: ( I see...So that was his plan. )

Carla: I see. However, listen carefully, Shin.

We are Founders. First Bloods like us must not rely on any outsiders to gain sovereignty. 

Shin: But we worked together with Mertz in the past...

Carla: I made a rare exception in that man’s case because he seemed to worship us. 

Shin: ...Then, what do you want me to do? 

Carla: ...We shall take down the Demon World together.

Yui: Eh?

Carla: ...No, the three of us, I should say. 

Yui: ( Eh? ...He’s looking at me? )

Carla: Heh...I shall not take no as an answer. 

Shin: ...Aah, Nii-san...!

Let’s do that! We’ll be victorious for sure...!

*HOOOOOWL*

Monologue

My heart began to beat faster,

when he corrected his statement to ‘the three of us’.

It felt as if they had acknowledged me,

as one of them,

giving me a warm feeling inside my honest.

However, cutting through the happiness,

was the anxiety looming in the back of my heart. 

There will be opponents,

we will have to face off against. 

And then there’s this guy,

who suddenly showed up and dubbed himself the new Adam.

I wonder if I will be able to safely make it out,

of this battle over sovereignty,

which lies at the very core of all the chaos in the Demon World? 

Yui: ( However, I need to have faith. I decided I would stay by this man’s side after all... )

[CHOOSE CARLA] [CHOOSE SHIN]

[tuiccim]

Water and Whiskey

Pairing: Frank Adler x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: After over three year away, you finally return home for the holidays. Could a chance meeting with an old crush spark a new flame?

Features: Fluff, Implied smut TW: Family drama (Reader and family are not on good terms.)

A/N: This is for the Thot Neighborhood's Tis the Season to be Thot-y writing challenge and gift exchange. This story is gifted to the ever lovely, @beach-daydreaming. I hope you enjoy it lovely! This is my first time writing for Frank. Thank you so much to my beta readers, @whisperlullaby and @awesomerextyphoon!

The security guard of the marina looked at your modest car dubiously as you pulled up to the entrance. Flashing your pass and license at him, he waves you through with a shrug. After coming home to Florida for the first time in nearly three and a half years, you had spent an uncomfortable evening with your family. Hoping for the holiday spirit would lighten the mood had proved fruitless. So, after several hours and more pointed conversations than you could stomach, you had no choice but to escape. You head to the one place where you had always found solace growing up, the water. 

As you walked down the dock to your family’s boat slip, you could see there was only one other boat with lights on further down. The clink of tools and softly spoken curses were unmistakable as you carefully boarded your vessel and made your way down below. It was the same as you always remembered and the bottle of much needed whiskey was easily located. A highball glass, a perfectly square chunk of ice, and a stiff pour had you sighing in relief. 

The night had been taxing to say the least. You had returned at the behest of your family to discuss an important matter. You were hopeful this would be a reconciliation of sorts and looked forward to telling them you were being transferred back to the area. The night had begun smoothly enough but as dinner progressed it became increasingly more obvious that the “important matter” was your need to move up in the world or marry well to stop embarrassing them all. You were a stain on the family reputation, the reprobate that chose to follow your heart rather than the family dictates. 

Your musings are interrupted by a voice from above, “Ahoy there!” 

Your eyes widen as you recognize the voice as smooth as the drink in your hand. You down the liquid contents and grab the bottle before taking the stairs up. 

“Ahoy yourself,” you smirk as your eyes light on the handsome face of Frank Adler. 

“Well, if the prodigal daughter hasn’t returned,” Frank smiles as he looks you over. 

“Yup,” you pop the 'p' while pouring yourself another glass of the amber liquid. 

“Shouldn’t you be home having a fancy dinner?”

“Been there, done that, and lost my appetite. Besides whiskey is a perfectly acceptable alternative to turkey,” you sip from your glass while studying him over the rim. Making up your mind, you smile at him, “Care to join me?”

“Permission to come aboard?” Frank raises a playful eyebrow. 

“Granted,” you turn away coyly and return below. As expected, he follows you. “How have you been, my fellow prodigal?”

"Missing you mostly," Frank quips. 

"Awwww, be still my heart," you sass back.

"How about you? Where have you been?" Frank's voice turned more serious as he found a seat on the couch and watched you fix his drink. 

"Got away, finished school, found a job, and lived my life on my own terms. Not anyone else's. It's been great," you hand him the glass and sit next to him.

"What brings you back to town then?" Frank raises an eyebrow. 

"My family asked me to visit. I hoped this would be a reconciliation but not so much," you shrug and then change the subject. "How's Mary?"

Frank gives a genuine smile, "She is a little sasshole."

"Sasshole?" You laugh. "Must take after her uncle."

"Definitely," Frank grins and launches into an explanation of Mary's college classes, girl scout troop, and growth as both a prodigy and a kid. 

"Sounds like she's doing amazing," you study him over the rim of your glass. He looks the same, maybe somehow even more handsome than you remember. You’d always been so attracted to him but you knew his reputation and you were sure you had never been his type.

"Yeah. What about you?"

"I'm, uh, I'm moving back."

"Why? Your parents?" Frank’s brows knit together. 

"No, I got a job offer. It's a dream job and I can't pass up the opportunity. Even if it is here," you explain.

"What happened tonight?" Frank asks the question he's had on the tip of his tongue since he first saw you. He knew you being here alone could only mean one thing. 

"Same thing that always happens, Frank. I'm a stain on the family's pristine reputation. I need to move up or marry up in the world and stop embarrassing them with the demeaning work I do." You shake your head at the absurdity of it all. 

"Your family is a piece of work," he shakes his head and shifts a little closer to you. 

"Tell me about it " you roll your eyes.

"Of course, you know about mine. No room to talk."

You laugh and salute him with your glass, eyeing him as he leans in closer.

"You could always start dating me. That would give them another reason to look down on you," Frank winks. 

"Oh no, they'd love that. Evelyn Adler's son! The brother of the brilliant mathematician that solved Navier-Stokes. What excellent stock to produce grandchildren from," you roll your eyes.

"Are you serious?" Franks asks incredulously.

"I don't know," you shrug.

"Is that why you were never interested in me?"

"What?" Your confused stare makes him chuckle.

"I mean, you always kept me at arms length. We'd always talk but you rarely flirted back whenever I saw you at Ferg's," Frank elbows you playfully.

"Pfft, you never flirted with me. Besides, you were looking for a one-nighter and that's not my style. You knew that," you look down at your glass, a little embarrassed.

"What if I had wanted more than that?" Frank asks.

"Frank, we both know that the only person you could commit to then was Mary. She took up your whole life except for Friday nights. That's all you had to give to anyone."

"Yeah," Frank sips his drink while staring into the distance. "Yeah, that's true. Still true in some ways."

"Just some ways?" You raise your eyebrow and shift a little closer to him.

"Yeah. Mary still takes up most of my time but…" he trails off, looking away. 

"But what?" You prompt, forcing his gaze back to yours.

"But now I'm ready. I want to have the same person on those Friday nights. Eventually, in between Friday nights, too."

"What? Frank Adler is ready to commit!?!" You tease him.

"Yeah, I am," Frank scratches the back of his neck as if a little bit embarrassed. 

"Anyone made the cut?"

"I was dating a teacher, Mary's teacher, for a while but it didn't really pan out."

"Sounds complicated," your lips twist.

"It was,” Frank chuckles.

"What about now?"

"Hadn't really been anyone who caught my attention until recently," Frank’s gaze makes your stomach drop. 

"Do tell. Who's caught your eye recently?" You ask.

"Old acquaintance. Showed up out of nowhere. I hear she might even be moving back to town soon."

"Frank," you roll your eyes at his insinuation, trying to hide how you really feel.

"You really never realized I was flirting with you?"

"You never flirted with me!" Your mouth gapes in disbelief. 

"Only every single time I saw you," Frank looks at you with raised eyebrows.

"No, you… We were just friends. You never-" cutting yourself off, you look back on the times over the years you ran into Frank. He was always sweet, solicitous but not flirtatious. He always complimented you but it was just him being nice. He- shit, you realize what an idiot you are. Frank seems to see the realization on your face and smirks. 

"It's not Friday. Where is Mary?" You ask suddenly.

Frank seems caught off guard by the question,"Uh, Roberta has her for the night so I could work late. I needed to have that boat repair done by the morning. Why?"

Draining your glass and setting it on the table, you lean into Frank. His arms immediately go around you. Putting your lips close to his you say quietly, "It's not Friday so I won't be one of your Friday Night girls."

Frank looks at you with a grin, "Shouldn't I take you on a date first? If we're gonna do this right?"

"Frank," you say coyly, "we're the renegades. We do things our own way. Sometimes completely backwards."

"I have some backwards moves I can show you," he teases, nudging your nose with his.

You straighten, smile at him, and begin unbuttoning your shirt, "Then let's get started."

[andydrysdalerogers]

Sliding Into Home ~ It's A Ruff Life

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, S~M~U~T!!, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

Dividers by me

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“Where are we going?” 

“Places.”  

“Frank!” 

“Mary!” 

“Abby, where are we going?” 

“Surprise.”  

“Scott!” 

“Same answer.”  

Mary crossed her arms. “I don’t like this.”  She huffed her indignation and stared out the window.  

“Can’t you just trust me Nugget?” Frank looked back at her through the mirror.  “You don’t even know if it is good or bad.”  

“If you’re not telling me, then it’s bad.” Mary’s eyes widen.  “Are you sending me away?” 

“What?!” All three adults gave her a look.  

“Why would you think that Nugget?” Abby asked.  The bruising on her face had almost disappeared, just a few lingering lines left.  She still had to be gentle with her ribs, but her wrist had been removed from the cast and now just in a brace.  

“Because you’re not telling me where we are going or what we are doing.” Mary’s eyes glassed over. “Am I in trouble?” 

Frank calmly pulled over onto the side of the street and climbed out.  He opened Mary’s door and crouched down to her. “Mary, why are you thinking that?” She shrugged. “Mary, you have to be the most loved little girl in the whole world.” He undid her seatbelt so he could hold her close. “This is just a surprise. I won’t let anyone hurt you or take you away from us, ok?” 

Mary looked at him as two tears fell. “Promise?” 

“I promise Nugget. I love you, ok?” 

“Love you too Frank.”  She hugged his harder. “I wish you were my real dad,” she whispered against his chest. Frank’s heart clenched and he hugged her a little tighter. He couldn’t respond. When he felt her calm down, he pulled back.  

“Ready to trust me?”  She nodded and climbed back into her seat. Frank closed her door and took a moment.  Scott and Abby hadn’t heard Mary and he wasn’t going to bring attention to it. He wanted to be her father but feared that Mary would resent him at taking away her chance to find her real father.  But if what Diane had said was true, Mary’s father needed to stay far away from them.  He walked back to the driver's side and climbed in.  

“Everything all right, love?” Abby studied her husband.  Five years apart and she could still read him.  She could tell something upset him but he wasn’t distraught, so it wasn’t anything bad.  

“I’m alright Cricket,” he flashed her a smile.  “I’m just happy.” He put the car back into drive and took off.  

Arriving at their destination, Mary jumped out of the car.  “We’re at the animal shelter?!?” 

“Yep,” Frank said.  He offered his hand, and she took it. “I thought we would volunteer today.”  He walked them to the front.  “Hi, I’m Frank Adler and this is my family. Director Barnes is expecting us.”  

The receptionist batted her eyelashes, much to Abby’s annoyance, but she remained silent.  “Right this way, Mr. Adler,” the receptionist said, with a rather breathy tone.  

They followed the woman and opened the door to see a man seated at a desk, a large golden Labrador at his feet. Mary squealed when she saw the dog.  “Can I pet him?” 

Director Barnes smiled. “Of course, he’s very friendly. He’s name is Winter.” He watched the little girl bend down to pet his dog.  “You must be Mr. Adler.” He offered his hand. “I’m James Barnes.”  

He shook his hand. “Please call me Frank.  This is my wife Abby and my best friend Scott. The troublemaker on the floor is Mary.”  

Abby caught the eye of the receptionist, who was frowning at the introduction of Abby as Frank’s wife and Abby smirked a little.  Back off bitch, she thought as the receptionist retreated back to the front.  She turned back just as the director was offering his hand to her.  “Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Barnes,” she said.  

“Likewise, but please call me James.” After shaking hands with Scott, Director Barnes moved to the door. “Well, I know we talked about volunteering so follow me.  Its playtime for the dogs so you will be helping with that.” He guided the group to a large outdoor area.  “So, the rules are simple: toss, tug or run with the dogs.  They should all be friendly, but they might nip since we currently have a lot of younger dogs who are still learning.  If you need help, I’ll be back in about twenty, but our staff will be in the yard with you.  Have fun.”  

Mary let out another squeal of delight as a horde of dogs, some puppies, some older, raced into the yard.  They attacked the group with jumps and licks as they battled for attention.  Frank sat down and was ran over with puppies, his laughs loud as he was attacked.  Mary ran around as a group followed her.  Abby and Scott were like Frank, sitting on the floor, playing.  

They spent an hour playing with the dogs before helping the staff with feeding time.  But one puppy in particular followed Mary around any time she moved.  When Mary sat, the puppy climbed into her lap and stayed there, even when she was petting another dog. Frank went up to the director.  “What kind of dog is that?”  

“It’s a golden retriever.” The director smiled. “That one is very attached to your daughter.”  

Frank opened his mouth to correct him but decided to let it go. “Is it up for adoption?” 

“He is.” James checked his tablet.  “He’s the last of a litter that came in a couple of weeks ago. Unfortunately, the mother died but a couple of good Samaritans saw the puppies and brought them in.  He was the runt, but he grew once he got some attention.  Funny enough, the staff named him Dodger, because he would dodge them when they tried to treat him.”  

All of the dogs were eating but the little guy wouldn’t budge from Mary’s lap. Mary decided to hand feed him and he ate his kibble right there. Frank crouched next to them. “You like him, Mary?” 

“He’s so fluffy.” Mary bent her head so her cheek could be against his fur. “He’s a cuddler.”  

“Would you like to take him home?” Frank smiled as Mary’s head whipped around to look at him.  

“Seriously?” 

“Seriously.”  

“I can take him home? Like for forever?“ Mary’s eyes began to glass over again, this time with happy tears.  

“Yeah, Nugget, for forever. But you have to promise to help take care of him. Walks, clean up, baths, everything.  Like you said, you’re nine now. Practically a grown up.” Frank scratched the puppy under his chin and received a few kisses in returned. “We got a deal?” He held out his hand.  

“Deal!”  Mary picked up the puppy in her arms and dove into Frank’s for a hug. Dodger was in between and squirmed to get free, licking both of faces.  Mary pulled away to show off her new puppy to Abby and Scott.  Frank stood up with a smile.  

“Ready for the paperwork?” James clapped Frank’s shoulder.  

“Let’s do it.  

A few days later and Frank was waiting on his family to get to the car to take them to the airport. “Let’s go!”  

“But what about Dodger? I can’t leave him here,” Mary said tearily.  

“Mary, he’s going with us,” Abby said. “Its why Frank got us a private flight.” She hugged her niece. “He’s still too little to stay home and we’re not about to leave anyone behind for this All Star game.”  Abby stood up. “Two minutes Frankie!” She ran back up the stairs. 

Mary smiled.  “Ok! Then I need to get his bag together.”  

Frank tilted his head in the air. “For the love of God, can we please get moving!” 

“Stressed, Frankie Boy?” 

Frank looked out the door to see Johnny and his sister smiling at him. “Hey guys, welcome to casa Chaos.” 

Dodger chooses that moment to make an appearance at Frank’s feet. “Oh my god, look at that precious little bean,” Sue squeals as she bends to pet him.  

“Dodger!” Mary comes screaming out of the hallway with the dog’s bag.  “Have you... Johnny!” 

“Hey Strawberry! Oof!” He catches Mary as she launches herself at him. Johnny adjust her in his arms. “Now, who were you calling for?” 

“My puppy!” She pointed down to where Sue and Dodger are on the floor.  “He’s coming with us since he’s still a baby.”  

"Nice. I like the name too!” Johnny put her down and looks back at Frank.  “I thought we had to leave at 1?” 

“We do, but try telling my wife, niece and best friend that.”  

“I’m here,” Scott said breathlessly.  “Ha! I beat Abby out!” 

“Not fair, I had to pack for three!” Abby yelled from upstairs.  

“I packed myself!” Frank yelled.  

“And who packed our niece?!” 

“Fuck,” he muttered, admitting defeat.  

“That’s a dollar for the swear jar,” Mary sings.  

“It’s a quarter,” Frank retorts.  

“Abby said for the f-word it’s a dollar so maybe you will learn not to use it so much,” she sassed back.  She grabbed the dog’s bag and the leash, clipping it on before taking Dodger down to the SUV that was taking them to the airport.  

“Abigail Cecilia Hernandez-Adler!” Frank yelled up the stairs.  “Let’s go!” 

“Did you just government name me?” 

“Yes and you just cost me a dollar to the swear jar with your stupid rule change so get your ass down here now!” 

“I need help with the bags Franklin!” 

“Fuck my life.”  He turned to move and pointed as his friends.  “Anyone tell Mary I said that, I will make you fly commercial home.”  

Arriving in Boston later that night, Frank carried a sleeping Mary down the steps to the waiting SUVs. He stopped mid staircase and smiled.  “Cricket, we have surprise weloming party.”  

“What do you mean by...” Abby stopped.  “Papi, mami!” She raced down the stairs and into the arms of her father.  

“Mi hija (my daughter),” William Hernandez said as he cradled his youngest child. “Welcome home!” 

“I missed you papi,” Abby cried as she held onto her dad before letting go and hugging her mother Ana. “Oh Mami.”  

“Mi bebita (my baby), you look so much better now.” Ana cradled her daughter’s face. “I’m sorry we couldn’t make it out to you.”  

“Its ok Mami. I had a good husband who took care of me.” She smiled before looking at Frank.  

“Mr and Mrs Hernandez,” he said. He shifted Mary to offer his hand but Ana pulled him in.  

“Stop it Frank. Its either William and Ana or Dad and Mom, mi hijo (my son).” She hugged him the best she could with Mary in his arms.  Frank shakes William’s hand before moving to put Mary in the car.  “She is getting bigger every time I see her.”  

“I know, she’s growing like a weed,” Abby giggles.  She sees movement in the corner of her eye.  “Oh! Mami, Papi, let me introduce you to Johnny Storm and his sister Susan and of course you know Scott.”  Handshakes around until Ana notices the fur ball on the floor.  “And that is our newest addition, Dodger.”  

“Que Lindo!” Ana scoops him up into her arms. “Are you staying at the hotel?” 

“Just for the two days of All Star stuff,” Frank said, “we’ll be at the house for the two days before and after.”  

“Perfect, then tomorrow dinner is at our house,” Ana said. “The whole family is in town to watch you, mi hijo. Johnny, Sue, of course you are welcome to join us.” The siblings nodded.  

Abby covered her mouth to squeal, not wanting to wake Mary. “My brothers?” 

“Everyone, bebita. We’re gonna head home and let you get our Mary to bed.  We’ll see you tomorrow?” 

“Of course Ana,” Frank said. “Mary’s been blabbering to see her abuleos (grandparents).”  

Abby’s parents waved as they walked to the car and everyone piled into the cars. “Are you sure its cool that we crash with you guys?” Johnny asked.  

“Of course,” Abby said.  “I would love to show you both around our hometown.” Abby smiled but inside she was nervous.  She hadn’t been back to this house since she had left almost six years prior. Her leg bounced and she clenched her fingers. Frank reached over and gently pulled her fingers apart.  

“Talk to me Cricket.”  

Abby’s lip wobbled a little.  “Haven’t been back to this house since...” 

Frank smiled softly. “I understand.” He kissed her hand. “It’ll be ok.”  

Pulling up to the house that she and Frank had started, Abby was thrown back to the day they bought it.  

Eight Years Earlier 

Abby stared at the house. “It’s big.”  

“Yep.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“We need the room, Cricket.”  

“No, we don’t.”  

“Yes, we do.”  

“Why?” 

“For our babies.” Frank smiled down at his girl. “We’ll have babies some day and I want this to be our forever home. Mary will be a big sister to them one day.”  

She smiled softly. “Promise?” 

“Promise. This will be our next adventure.” 

Abby walked through the door and it was as if time stood still. Their carefully chosen furniture, artwork, even some of the photographs were exactly as she left them. Her breath hitched with emotion.  

Frank let her have the moment. “I’m just going to put her down,” he said softly, kissing her shoulder. “Scott is showing Johnny and Sue to the guest rooms. I had the service open the rooms. Take your time, Cricket.”  

Abby walked the room and touched everything, needed to feel to make it real. This home that they had built themselves, made theirs and she just walked out, leaving it behind. She walked to the shelves and saw all the pictures of Mary growing up but one was in the back that caught her attention.  She picked it up and stared at it.  It was of her and Frank, at the Red Sox benefit, the first year he was with the team.  

“I couldn’t get rid of it.” Frank leaned in the doorway. “You looked so beautiful that night. It was...” 

“I remember.” Abby smiled. It was the first time they made love. She blinked to focus her eyes. “Frankie, I’m sorry.”  

Frank walked to her and lifted her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her back to their bedroom and placed her on her feet by the bed. Cupping her face, Frank stared into her deep brown eyes, eyes that had always captivated and made him feel like he could lose himself. He didn’t know what to say, so he bent forward and captured her lips with his. Abby wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him closer.  

“Help me,” he rasped. “Help me erase all of the bad memories from this house, Cricket.”  

“Yes,” she whispered. Frank smiled against her lips and lifted her up again so he could lay her on the bed and stay on top of her. He gripped the back of her head to hold her in place as he placed open mouth kisses along her chin and neck.  She let out a low moan.  

“Quiet, baby. We have company.”  

“I can’t Frankie,” she groaned. “You feel so good on top of me.”  

Frank was holding himself off of her slightly, conscious of her ribs. “I’m not hurting you, right?” 

“No.”  

“Good.” He rolled his hips against her pelvis, and she arched, the feeling of his rock hard member against her heated core. As she exposed her neck, he took to the opportunity to nibble and lick down her chest.  

“I need you,” she moaned, trying to keep her voice down.  

“You have me. You’ve always had me, my love. My Cricket. My Abby.”  

They helped each other remove their clothes, Frank taking every opportunity to kiss Abby’s skin, remarking her as his. Abby couldn’t stop touching him, her feather-like touches sending bolts of lighting through his body.  He hadn’t touched her since the assault. He had been afraid to, scared to put her in more pain. But now, here in the home they made together, he was determined to put their relationship back to where it was before.  

Frank stared down at his love, her body open to him, miles of smooth, olive skin that had a slight tone of pink from her being heated. “Can I taste you?” 

“You don’t have to ask,” she said.  

“I won’t take from you anymore. Not after...” he stopped. “I’ll always ask Abigail. You’re my equal and I’ll protect you.  You’re mine.” Abby gasped at his words as Frank positions himself in front of her pussy.  “Am I yours?” 

“Mine,” she gasped as he licked from the bottom to the top. “Frankie,” she cried softly.  

Frank sucked and licked until he brought her to her first orgasm. “Fuck, you always taste amazing.  But I need to be inside you now.”  

“Yes, yes please,” she begged.  Frank flipped them to have her on top. “Why?”  

“I don’t want to hurt your ribs, baby.  Sink down on me.” He helped her lower himself onto him.  “Your pace Cricket. Take what you need.”  

She rocked back and forth as he held her hips to steady her. “Touch me,” she pleaded quietly. “I need you to touch me.”  

“Tell me where.” 

“My breasts,” she whined. “My clit, anywhere, Frankie. Just... ahh,” she cried as he took her breasts in his hands. He tweaks and pinched, watching as Abby’s head dropped back. He let his left hand wander down and his thumb pressed against her clit. He could see her about to wail so he clamped a hand over her mouth.  She looked down at him with wide eyes.  

“You have to be quiet,” he said with a smirk. He moved his hand away from her mouth and to her neck to pull her down to him.  He kissed her softly, distracting her when he pushed his hips up into her. He let go of her clit to pull her hips down on him. The action made his pelvis brush against her, giving her the stimulation to finish.  

“Frankie,” she mumbled against her lips.  

“Go,” he urged. “I’ve got you Cricket. I’ll catch you. Let go baby.”  

With a soft cry, she detonated around him, squeezing him as he helped her through, trying to reach his own end. After a couple of thrusts up, he released with his own groan in her ear, pumping her full.  

As he stopped, the only sounds that were made were from them catching their breath.  Frank held her close, staying inside of her, needing to feel the closeness.  “I love you, Cricket.” He kissed her head.  

“I love you too Frankie.” She smiled as she snuggled into him.  

“Welcome home Cricket. Its finally home again.”  

Next

A/N: The results are in and we finally meet Dodger! Also, I have no idea what's up with the taglist but hopeful doing it like this helps.

Taglist:

@patzammit

@texmexdarling

@slutforchrisjamalevans

@firephotogrl74

@before-we-get-started

@tinkerbelle67

@jennmurawski13-writes

@bunnyforhim

[the-sky-is-my-home]

Endless list of things I love about post-ts haikyuu (inarizaki ver.)

(I can't give every team their own list but. there is so much of them that I love they gotta have their own part.)

atsumu's re-introduction being him questioning why he was even born. he's so stupid I love him

atsumu being forced to go from boke to tsukkomi by everyone's sheer ridiculousness and being overwhelmed and missing aran

also aran's joke not landing with his new teammate so he misses atsumu as well. no bond stronger than a manzai comedy duo :')

seriously them doing their comedy routine at the olympics and in the last special means so so much to me

I love atsumu but nobody laughing at his joke and hinata trying to cheer him up over it is so funny to me

everyone loving onigiri miya and knowing who osamu is while he's just there like. karasuno jump floater guy. fukuroudani setter. cuz he sure doesn't remember their names

atsumu just knowing when osamu is talking shit about him behind his back. twin telepathy isn't real but knowing when your siblings make fun of you totally is

the twins ending their fight with another "fight" to see who'll live the happier life just to lord it over the other. not realizing they're setting themselves up for success and happiness out of petty competitiveness while simultaneously promising they'll still be close just as they are now when they're 80. I'd say someone give them proper communication skills to just tell each other they care but this is so much funnier, nobody give them the ability to talk to each other like normal people

the rice connection from kita to osamu to atsumu. who needs memories when you got rice! love is stored in the rice!!!

the guy who chickened out and hit a weak serve as a pinch server and proceeded to get booed by the inarizaki cheer squad (riseki heisuke if you care) got a trophy for serves in his last year. this wasn't necessary info but I'm so so proud of him good job!!

atsumu always doing overhand sets no matter the position and kenma getting tired just from watching him

it's only implied afaik, but the former all-japan setter inuhata masahiko who inspired atsumu to become a setter back when the twins first met aran, is now the announcer during the jackals/adlers game, it's so satisfying to see him praise atsumu's setting

atsumu wearing number 11 on the national team. like that's osamu's number!!!! but ALSO it puts him right on the other side of hinata's 10 since they're also partners

kita bragging about atsumu and aran to the ladies in osamu's shop just like atsumu promised he could. and kita looks so happy my heart can barely take it

[quizzyisdone]

Bigger Than The Whole Sky | Russell Adler Oneshot

A/N: So, a little while ago I had to put my cat, Sweetheart, down. She was named ironically, because she wasn't the nicest cat, but she was my soul cat and I loved her deeply. She was the co-writer of every fic I have ever posted and even though it's been about 2 months, I so desperately miss her and to lose my co-author made writing unexpectedly very difficult. However, she was the inspiration behind these Adler headcanons, and now I would like to write one final piece to honor her memory. Enjoy! Word Count: 2k Pairing: None

Warnings: Mentions of death (animal and human), strong language, mentions of Cold War era politics, and grief

Please see this fic if you would like context behind Adler's son.

** Title inspired by Bigger Than The Whole Sky by Taylor Swift

No words appear before me in the aftermath Salt streams out my eyes and into my ears Every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness

Adler was never one to let his emotions get the better of him, to let his hands shake and his body tremble as he silently cursed God for making him play His role to his little girl. His hands trembled violently, angrily, but mostly importantly with such an agonizing grief as he shoved his keys into the ignition.

He glanced into the rear view mirror, catching a glimpse of the empty carrier in the back seat -- which had nearly broken him. Just an hour ago, there was a living being in there, now there is not. She should be in that carrier, meowing desperately to get out because of how much she hated that thing. Adler always liked to think that they had that in common -- a fear of small, enclosed spaces. 

Even if she hated it, what wouldn’t he give for her to be in that carrier once more, to hear her incessant, annoying, high pitched meows, only for her to then ignore his existence out of spite for the next day. 

As he put the clutch in reverse, he sadly laughed, musing that he had agonized less over actual people that had died under his command. When Park, before she too had died, found out about Greasy (who was so aptly named due to her dirty, ragged appearance), she had joked often how Adler had effectively replaced genuine human interaction with the company of a cat -- the least likely suspect for a man such as him.

She was right though, Adler looked nothing like the part of a man who preferred cats or even any animal for that matter. He was scarred, gruff, burly. Any onlooker would assume that if anything,  he had owned a working, military breed dog trained to fend off any home invader. While it was true he did have a fondness for the canines he worked with in Vietnam, the company of a cat was far preferable. A fact that had been true for his entire life.

He had owned many cats throughout his life, mostly thanks to his mother, who before she had passed as well all those years ago, took in any stray that came begging for food. Their quiet and hard won affection had always been a comfort when his father would turn violent during his childhood. After he grew up, it had become essential for soothing his fears during the night when he had to relive everything. 

After his mother and Adler’s own son had passed away, both of cancer, he swore up and down that he simply didn’t have the capacity to love anyone, much less an animal, so deeply. It was difficult to love anything when everything you loved eventually died.

But Greasy changed that.

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In the months following his divorce after the death of his son, life had been exceedingly lonely, even with the sympathetic company of Sims and his wife. Days blurred together, his body constantly set in motion but his mind and heart stuck on the day he cradled his son’s body in his arms, begging no one in particular to bring back the one good thing about him. His house, which once had been lively with the pitter patter of little James and the laughter of his now ex-wife, Farah, was devastatingly quiet. The only noise was the occasional clink of yet another bottle of whiskey and the click of a lighter. 

Eventually, after months of nothingness, Adler became not necessarily content with this new dynamic, but accepting of it. He had resigned himself to a life of emptiness, simply drinking the days away when he wasn’t on assignment. It’s how everyone else turned out in his line of work anyway. He would scoff at his own naivety, thinking he could be different, that he could be happy.

God was never that kind to men like him. 

Or so he thought. 

One night, when Sims became tired of Adler losing himself in his own grief and decided to at least get him to come out of the house, they came across little Greasy. He and Sims had gone over to some dive bar which has since shut down, and after a few drinks, Adler began reminiscing again. Quick to the punch, Sims took him to Burger Town.

The one constant in their adventures, no matter where in the world they were, there was always a Burger Town. It had become a small comfort to Adler, when he became tired of local, shit cuisines or military issued MRE’s. 

There, they discussed politics, how their lives were uniquely affected by the actions of politicians, many of whom will never have to witness the consequences of their actions. From Carter to Krushchev, arms races and proxy wars (many of which the pair had taken part in), a philosophical debate ensued as if their opinions actually mattered in the grand scheme of things. 

They don’t, and it was the one thing Adler and Sims agreed on wholeheartedly. The superpowers will do as they please with little regard to their own, no matter which economic ideology they enforce. It was a fact that had once bothered them, how inconsequential they were to the pages of history, despite however much they sacrificed for it. Keyword being “once”. 

Now, it didn’t matter and they didn’t care, and there was a certain freedom in that. Yes, they were still indentured servants unto the American government, but such acceptance gave way to a certain peace of mind. Peace of mind that no matter what, they will not endure the ire or the love of future generations. 

It provided some much needed indifference to their terrible actions done in the name of patriotism.

Such a conversation, one which they had many times, was enough to get Adler’s mind off of things, and Sims felt he was emotionally stable enough to be left alone. However, on the way to the car in the parking lot, Adler heard a meek little squeak and hiss. Glancing down, a feral kitten, covered in what he could only guess was old fryer grease, was looking back at him from his feet, ears down and paralyzed in fear, much like a deer in headlights.

Adler, without much thought, picked it up, cooing and shushing it as the poor kitten began to struggle and hiss and bite. Given its size, however, it couldn’t inflict much damage to the war-hardened Russell Adler. 

“Put the goddamn cat down, Doc.” Sims had hollered from the other side of the car. Adler simply shook his head.

“It’ll die if I leave it.” He said quietly, hushing the kitten and shoving it down the front of his shirt for some warmth for such a little thing. It was the middle of February, the Boston cold had surely taken its toll on the creature.  The grease against his bare chest made Adler squirm inwardly, it was certainly an unpleasant feeling, but he ignored it for the sake of the cat.

Sims raised his hands in defeat and the two climbed into the car, on the way to Adler’s apartment. It was mostly silent, save for the constant protests from the cat and Adler’s attempt to pacify it.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” He’d occasionally whisper and Sims would pretend not to hear. His words of comfort very closely echoed what he heard him say to Farah or James when either of them would break down. Always strong and steadfast, a staunch defender of those he loved. It was a title he hadn’t held in years, and one that was so sorely missed, as far as Sims could tell.

From the wheel, Sims looked down at the kitten, small and scrawny, a brown tabby whose fur was tousled and blue, angry eyes staring back. Call him crazy, but it reminded him of James. Eyes shrouded in blue with an unmistakable, stubborn will. Brown, wild hair that went off in all directions. At least, that’s what he had looked like before the cancer ravaged the poor toddler’s body. 

Normally, as his best and probably only real friend, Sims would’ve made fun of him for such a sudden lapse in his normal character, teasing him for going all soft. But he knew that was the one thing desperately needed in Adler’s life -- softness and the fragility that came with it. 

When the two arrived back, they went back and forth for a half hour debating names for the little thing. It was a female, so Sims offered pretty, girly names to match the wretched looking thing whilst Adler washed her in the kitchen sink, but there was not a single name that Sims offered that he thought fit her. 

“Maddie?”

“She doesn’t look like a Maddie to me.” Adler half smirked, the first Sims had seen in months.

“Lucy?” Sims suggested, and he scoffed.

“I’m not naming the cat after my dead mother.” He chuckled as Sims’ eyes went wide with embarrassment, but Adler brushed it off lightheartedly. He pulled her out of the sink, handing her to Sims who was prepared with a towel. 

She was shaking and shivering, but being as feral as she was, the kitten still kept fighting them tooth and claw. Not that such a small, defenseless thing could do much against their war hardened hands. Gingerly, Adler touched the grease mixed with fleas and dish soap that covered his sink as he went to clean it. 

“How about Greasy?” He said softly, musing at the disgusting state she was found in.

Sims guffawed. “Greasy? Now you’re just setting her up for failure.”

“It fits her.” He shrugged. 

“Greasy it is.” Sims said as he went to pat her on the head, to which she promptly bit him on the finger, drawing blood and also a laugh from Adler. A real one. One which he hadn’t heard since before James passed, since before the diagnosis. 

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Adler, tears still in his eyes that he vehemently refused to let fall, glanced out the side of his window at a stoplight. Burger Town. He laughed dryly to himself. A cruel fucking joke from God. Or a sign he mused silently, not that Adler was the religious sort.

It was the same Burger Town where Adler and Sims had found Greasy fifteen years ago.  Without much thought, he pulled into the turn lane that led to the restaurant, muttering that he needed some comfort food after today, disregarding the sentimentality of the place. 

He hadn’t even realized he pulled into the exact spot where Sims had parked his car that night. Adler slammed the door shut, wiping his eyes and attempting to pull himself together. He ordered some fries and a milkshake and sat in their normal corner booth, pitifully shoving fries into his mouth as he gulped down the shake. Truthfully, his entire time in the restaurant was a mind-numbing blur that he couldn’t really remember.

However, he did recall that when he went back to his car, he took one last look down at the concrete, the exact spot where Adler had picked her up. It’s funny, the things he remembers and the things he can’t. Adler, for the life of him, cannot recall the color of his mother’s eyes, the model of his first car, or the name of his first girlfriend. But for whatever reason, Adler recalled, in remarkable detail, that crack in the pavement that Greasy was standing on when he first picked her up. It was raised slightly, and the imperfection in the poorly kept concrete extended about halfway through the marked parking spot, and weeds always grew along the length of it. 

In that crack, amongst the sharp and jutted weeds that grew there, there also sprouted a yellow dandelion. Adler finally let out a sob as he picked the flower, placing it gently upon Greasy’s empty carrier.

Did some bird flap its wings over in Asia? Did some force take you because I didn't pray? Every single thing to come has turned into ashes

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To my baby girl, I loved you more than anything. You made everything better and I still struggle without you. I'm sorry I couldn't have done more to save you.

[squish--squash]

As a fan of Yuumori, can I ask your top 5 (or top 3) favorite characters from Moriarty the Patriot? And why you loved them? And your top 5 favorite moments from the series? Thanks if you want to answer....

HELL FUCKING YEAH I WANNA ANSWER THANK YOU

fav characters:

1. William James Moriarty: He's such a wonderfully complex character, I love his arc throughout the manga and I love everything about him he's my babygirl fr

2. Sherlock Holmes: RAAAAAAAAH I LOVE HIIIIIIM HE'S SUCH A BASTARD /pos a wet cat of a man but I love him

3. James Bonde/Irene Adler: I loved Irene and then James Bonde shows up who's even cooler GOD. I'm weak for a guy like Bonde (not romantically tho LMAO rip)

4. Miss Hudson: girlboss! I love her she cares so much for Sherlock and John and Adler/Bonde and she's not afraid to put someone in their place (especially Sherlock). The glue that holds Baker Street together

5. John Watson: He's so kind! And a great guy! He's so much fun to watch and he's such a great part of the cast

top moments:

1. The Final Problem's fall: GOOOOOOOOD. WHAT MORE CAN I SAY JUST WATCH AND READ THE SCENE. He doesn't hesitate to jump in after him and auuuuugh I think about it so much

2. "William returns" manga scene: I think about this non-fucking-stop. It's the scene he arrives on horseback to help Shelock and Billy and him and Sherlock fight together and then ask each other to live together. It's beautiful It's showstopping I want to eat drywall

3. The document exchange between Irene, Albert, and Sherlock: It's such a great scene. Sherlock is scared for Irene but knows her going to the Lord of Crime is her safest option; Irene is unsure if she's going to live from this but is still willing to go through with the exchange no matter what bc of the power she saw; Albert presenting the deal to Sherlock William thought of about the name in the letter as a means of trust, and Sherock later burning the letter as a show of his confidence and trust within the Lord of Crime/William to keep his friend safe. The entire arc with Irene/Bonde's birth is one of my fav arcs

4. The Train: it's so fun, so flirty! I am always floored by this bit it's so good! The meet, the flirting. The "catch me if you can", the murder mystery. I would show this scene to anyone who asked me what mtp is

5. The Noahtic meet: You can pinpoint the exact moment the entire narrative shifts. The moment William is nailed for looking at the staircase for the golden ratio is that moment. It's wonderful. I love it so much

[haikyu-after-dark]

Korai Hoshiumi x Tall, Chubby Fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing, voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation, so much mutual pining, angst

WC: 4.1k

AN: we are getting to the climax (😏)VERY soon 👀

Broken Pipes Masterlist

6pm, Friday Night

The hotel lobby was empty as Korai walked in, exhausted from a long practice, a practice that was even more mentally draining because you had been there. Korai thought back to earlier.

“Wow this place is massive! Is this all for the Adlers?” You asked, staring in awe of the large gymnasium located just a few blocks from your hotel. It was actually a nice walk and it felt good getting fresh air.

Korai held the door open to the gym as you stepped inside, your wedged heels clicking firmly on the gym floor. You opted to wear a sundress with a cardigan and a pair of sensible heels. You wanted to make a good impression on the coach, hoping you could possibly persuade him that Korai had been untreated fairly and that this was all your fault.

“Yep, it’s pretty sweet. We have a gym, a track and a full pool too. Usually the pool gets rented out but we use it endurance training sometimes,” he remarked as you looked around. It was a beautiful gym decorated in the cooks of the Adlers. It looked relatively new and like no expense was spared.

“It’s beautiful! I can only imagine how amazing it would be to work in a place like this. Korai loved hearing you say that, hoping that soon he would get a chance to ask you to leave your lavish modeling life behind and exchange it for one of a meager manager. He tried to convince himself that it sounded a lot more romantic than it actually did.

“You can wait here, I’ll just going to get changed and I’ll be right back,” he said as you nodded, looking cute and sexy as hell in the short sundress you wore. You were determined to look nice, to make a good impression.

“Don’t worry Korai, we’ll keep an eye on our sweet little YN,” Heiwajima yelled from across the gym floor as he and Romero came walking over.

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” he answered as Romero fake gasped pulling a laugh from you.

“Hey Yn, coach says you can come and we can talk in his office. Korai once your dressed, you can come too,” Hirugami said, coming up to you and smiling. You stood, giving Korai a smile as Hirugami escorted you to the office. Korai quickly ran to the locker room, changing before making his way to the offices. He saw coaches door cracked open as he knocked, entering when summoned to see you seated across from coach with Hirugami leaning against the wall.

“Have a seat Korai,” Coach said, motioning for him to sit next to you, “Miss LN was just explains to me what happened.”

“Please call me YN sir and like I was saying, Korai did nothing wrong. My manager isn’t the nicest person and can be rather brass at times. He’s very devoted to my career and can sometimes overstep.”

Sometimes was a bit of an understatement and you knew it.

“Korai was protecting me, if anything I should be thanking him for what he did! I don’t want him getting in trouble over something like this, especially when it wasn’t his fault.”

“YN, I understand and I’ll admit, I didn’t believe the complaint matched Korai’s behavior. I’ve know him for several years and this is the first complaint we’ve ever received about him,” the coach said as you face dropped.

This was his first complaint and it was all because he was standing up for you? You felt awful, tarnishing his record after years of it being spotless all because you simply couldn’t stand up for yourself. As of noticing the switch, Korai turned to you and lifted your chin, peering into your eyes as you tried desperately to hold back tears.

“YN it’s ok, I’m not mad, nobody is,” he said, trying to make you feel even an ounce better. You nodded, sucking in the tears and looking at the coach.

“I appreciate you coming Yn and I can tell you care very much for Korai, unfortunately he did sign the document pleading guilty so I can’t take away the fine but I assure you, this will not be made public nor will it follow Korai. Once the fine is paid, the matter is considered settled and we move on,” the coach said as you deflated, feeling like your efforts to persuade the coach had all been in vein.

“Then I insist on paying the fine,” you said as the coach and Hirugami stared at you and Korai’s head shot in your direction.

“What did I say this morning huh? I said if the fine stands, I’ll pay it,” Korai spat as you slowly turned your head, your eyes meeting his with an icy glare.

“Oh I heard you but it doesn’t mean I have to do what you say,” you ground out as you turned to the coach, “can you please direct me where to pay it?”

“Oh shit,” Hirugami snorted, trying to cover his laugh as Korai’s glare shot to him. The coach was trying his best to keep his composure, unsure how to react to your assertive behavior.

“Well umm-”

“Don’t you dare tell her how to pay it!” Korai shouted, standing up and leaning over the desk, “you know what, I’ll just take care of it right now and then it’s done.” He turned around, leaving the desk and stomping to the locker room. The door slammed as all the guys watch him, Heiwajima whistling at Korai’s behavior.

“What happened?” Sokolov asked as Korai went to his locker.

“She thinks she’s paying my fine and when I told her that I said I was paying it she said she didn’t have to listen to me! Can you believe that?” Korai whined as he tried to undo his lock, annoyed that it seemed to not be cooperating.

“Why don’t you just let her pay it? I mean, it would kinda be like having a sugar mama or something,” Romero laughed as Korai picked up a towel and threw it at the spiker. He finally got his locker open, grabbing his phone and wallet and heading out to the main office. He stomped his way there, approaching the office manager.

“Hello Mr. Hoshiumi, how can I assist you?” The manager said as he leaned on the desk.

“Yeah I got a fine to pay,” he said, shuffling through his wallet for his credit card.

“Oh yes, umm well Miss Yn just took care of that. She left you this note and said to give it to you when you showed up,” the manager said as Korai sighed heavily, annoyed that she had beat him to the punch.

“We’ll void hers and take mine,” he said, pushing his card into the managers direction. The managers eyes widened as they put their hands up in surrender.

“I-I’m sorry Mr. Hoshiumi, I can’t void the transaction once it’s processed,” the manager whispered.

“Korai leave them alone! It’s done, let it go!” Hirugami shouted as Korai growled in anger, grabbing the letter you had left.

He opened the letter and smiled-

Korai,

The main office was like 10 feet away from the coaches office. The minute you left, Coach showed me because Hirugami refused to be apart of your villain origin story. Anyways, I paid it and it’s taken care of. See you back at the hotel <3

xoxoxo

YN <3

Entering your shared hotel room, Korai heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom as he quickly turned and locked the door. Practice had dragged on and he was exhausted. He had eventually gotten over the little stunt you pulled earlier and vowed to find some way to pay you back. The issue of having money wasn’t the problem, it was that he didn’t want you to pay the price for something you had no part in. He put his bag to the side, sighing as he walked in.

The entry way felt warm and moist, noting that there was fog building up on the small mirror in the hallway. The glass sliding door leading to the bathroom was open partially, leading him to assume that it hadn’t shut all the way. It was really in impractical door, no lock and only obscured by the frost color that covered it. Without thinking, he went to shut it, looking up out of habit. In that mere moment, his entire body went ridged, his mouth instantly going dry.

There you were , standing in the glass shower, fully naked as you washed your hair, the soap flowing down your perfect back to your unbelievable ass. His heart speed up as he continued to watch, knowing fully that his voyeurism was inappropriate but being unable to look away. Ge had never seen you naked before, having only explored your body under the cover of clothing. He was definitely kicking himself now for leaving you high and dray that day. He watched as you turned around, you hands still massaging your hair as Korai got his first glimpse of your gorgeous breasts and glorious pussy. He felt himself growing hard at the mere sight of your impeccable body as you hummed along to a tune he had absolutely no interest in remembering.

You picked up your soap and sponge, beginning to wash your body, bending over to get every single inch of silky skin. He gulped at the view of your ass bent over sending him spiraling into the thought of being able to drive his cock hard into your pussy from behind. You stood under the shower, rinsing your body off as your hands melted over every once of your flawless skin. You picked your hair up, ringing it out before clipping it up, showcasing your beautiful back, ass and those lucious, thick thighs. God what he wouldn’t do to camp between those thighs for hours, or better yet, have you sit in his face. If he died, he died. He would be fully ready to admit defeat if he could die by the hands of your fantastic thighs crushing his head. He was hard, so unbelievably hard from just those 3 minutes of bliss. He snapped from his thoughts as you turned the water off, grabbing a towel as he quickly walked away from the door, trying desperately to process what exactly just happened.

His mind filled with every possible thought of anything that could make him less hard, hoping go at least manage his problem until he could get into the shower. The problem was that everything he thought of somehow got turned back into your sexy form. Hell even thinking about the disgusting Adlers locker room had him thinking about fucking you against the lockers. God what was wrong with him?!? He jumped when he heard your voice, turning his head as his eyes widened again.

“Hey how was practice?” You asked standing in your hotel towel, the length barely covering your body fully as Korai stared. You’d never been fond of hotel towels before but right now, right now they were your best friend. You were drying your hair with another towel as you watched him, smirking a little at how flustered he was. His face was red and he uncomfortably shifted his shorts, trying to make room for the growing erection.

“Hey are you ok?” You prompted as he shot up, fumbling over his words, doing everything he could to avoid looking at you.

“uhh yeah sorry just a long day. You know, volleyball and stuff. Lots of boobs- BALLS falling all over the gym and stuff, ” he squeaked out as you giggled at his beet red face.

“Oh? Sounds pretty stressful,” you smirked as he turned to head to the shower. He walked past you as you stuck your arm out, stopping his movements as he looked over at you, his eyes locking on yours as a bead of sweat drifted down his brow.

“You were just acting funny, almost like you seen me naked of something?” Smiling and winking at him, you made you way to your clothes, his face heating with embarrassment as be booked it towards the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, he sighed, his hands on the counter leaning in as he looked into the mirror. It was obvious that you knew exactly how much you affected him and he was sick of constantly holding himself back.

“Oh two can definitely play this game” he thought, smirking to himself as he began to undress, turning the shower on and heading in. He had no idea how you had seen him or even if you had seen him but he sure wasn’t going to let you get off that easy. He had purposely left the door open, just a cracked like he assumed you had, only this time he was going to flip the tables.

You sat in your tank top and shorts, brushing through your hair when you heard it. At first, you weren’t exactly sure what it was but then, you heard it again.

Korai was moaning in the shower.

You shot out of the chair, trying hard to figure out what to do. You can’t say you had really planned to leave the shower door open for Korai to see in but you also just happened to plan your shower for exactly the time he would be coming home. You knew he’d see you and that it would probably affect him, but leaving the door open for you to hear him? What a dirty trick!

The idea of Korai being into both exhibitionism and voyeurism was almost too much to bare. You could feel you body begin to heat up, the wetness growing in your panties as you slowly crept towards the slightly askew glass door. The idea of glass bathroom does was rather weird, at first but now? Now it was opening a portal to view the Greek god that was Korai Hoshiumi.

You knew Korai was hot. Anyone with eyes could see that. Having seen him several times without his shirt and in his low slung gym shorts or sweatpants had been the literal highlight of your entire day. You could almost paint a picture from memory based on all the times you’d watch his hot ass walk around shirtless. In fact, it took almost a full day before you could actually meet his eyes after viewing his gorgeous chest.

However you weren’t prepared for the literal perfection that was Korai Hoshiumi standing before you. His body was lean and muscular, his ass firm but round. The man looked like he belonged in a museum in Rome, like a sculpture come to life. His white hair wet and laying in his face as he braced himself against the tiles. You could see his strong, muscular hand bracing in the wall as you felt your panties growing wetter from the mere sight of him. His hand flexing as you imagined him digging it into your plush thighs, ass and stomach, imagining the bruises that each finger would leave on your supple skin.

His Abs flexing as he slowly moved his hand up and down his thick shaft, his movements absolutely breathtaking. He continued to stroke himself as his mouth fell slack, his eyes squeezing tighter as he sped up his fast movements. The thought of him fucking you in the shower sending pulses of pleasure to your core as you felt yourself growing more and more turned on. You subconsciously moved your thighs, rubbing them together as you desperately tried to persuade yourself not to reach down and finger yourself right then and there to his motions.

He pumped his hand faster as you felt yourself biting your lip at the thought of his cock deep inside of you. He groaned, his head falling back as he released his load all over the side of the shower, his body heaving as you stood watching. The sight of his beautiful, orgasmic face sending pulses through your core. He turned around, head falling under the spray as you watched his back muscles ripple from his arms combing thought his hair. He hit the water off as you quickly ran back into the main room, grabbing your phone and sitting down. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying to get whatever friction you could to release some of the build up pressure that was growing. You felt the wetness seeping into your cotton undies as you mentally cursed yourself, figuring out a way to change them without Korai noticing. Surly you running to the bathroom right after he had jerked off wouldn’t be suspicious right?

You heard the door slide open as Korai appeared, towel wrapped around his waist as he loomed over at you. The towel for him much better than it did you but still, thank god for those flimsy towels. You continued to look down, ignoring him. There was no way you could meet his face right now. He smirked as he grabbed his gym shorts and went back into the bathroom to change, re-emerging to find you digging in your bag on the floor.

Your ass was up in the air as you looked deep in your tote for something. Korai groaned as your shorts rode up, your ass hanging out the bottom as Korai shamelessly stared. All the times things have started and been interrupted flood to his brain. He could have been fucking you for days now if the entire world hadn’t been against him. You finally found what you were looking for as you turned around holding a compact as you're eyes met his. Those same sweet doe eyes that he craved to look into while he fucked your throat or to watch roll back into that pretty head as he rubbed your clit and fucked you into the mattress. The vision of you moaning his name loudly was finally what set him over the edge.

“Man fuck this!” Korai growled, reaching you in three strides as he grabbed you and slammed his lips against yours. You moaned at the contact on his big arms against your soft skin, his arms holding tight around you as yours went to his neck. You deepened the kiss, pulling your tall body against his as his hands began to sink into your lush flesh. He massaged it gently, pulling moans from you as he quickly slipped his tongue into your mouth, teeth knocking as you hurriedly rubbed against each other. This wasn’t like the other times, this was more passionate and hurried, the desperation from the tension of the past few days finally boiling over.

He pulled you forward, a squeak emerging from your mouth as his tongue massaged yours pulling another moan from you, your tongues battling for dominance. You body heated as his grip tightened on you, pulling you close as you felt his erection probing you. Your breast pushing into him, your hardened nipples poking through your tank top and hitting his chest.

One of his hands palmed your ass as he groaned, you hand tugging his hair a little as your lips settled, moving effortlessly together. He pulled off, kissing down your neck as your head feel back, exposing more flesh for him to consume. His cock was so incredibly hard and he couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to take care of this and take care of you now.

“Fuck angel,” he moaned kissing, sucking and licking your skin as he continued to grope your ass, pulling your pelvis into meet his. If you tried hard enough, you could probably cum just from the friction alone. It had only been a day since you’d actually touched yourself but with Korai in your presence, your sex drive had definitively increased.

“Korai you feel so good. I-I really need you!” you cried as he continued to assault your neck and chest.

“You saw me jerking off didn’t you baby? Saw how hard you make me. God I can’t stop thinking about fucking you,” he whispered into your ear as you moaned and ground harder into him. He sucked hard at the base of your neck as you called out in pleasure.

“I watched you in the shower and god baby, you’re fucking incredible. Literally the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

The confession made you grind harder into him pulling a hiss from him as his hands moved under your ass, heaving you into the air as he headed towards the bed. He laid you down, his lips reattaching to yours as he crawled on top of you, hands searching for any bare skin he could find.

“Korai please don’t stop, I can already feel that I’m close,” you moaned as the kiss broke and his eyes met yours.

“Where do you want me YN? I want to feel what I do to you,” He panted heavily as you heaved, your pupils fully dilated and filled with lust.

“I want-”

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

“What in the actual fuck!” Korai shouted as he stayed on top of you. He rose up a little and continued to shout.

“Get lost!”

A voice shouted angerly from behind the door as you recognized the tone immediately.

“That’s Michael,” you panted as Korai gritted his teeth, rolling off the bed.

“Stay right there YN! Don’t you dare move!” he growled at you as you stayed put, Korai heading the door and yanking it open.

“What in the absolute FUCK do you want?” he spat out as Michael scowled at him.

“Move, I need to speak with YN now!” Michael scoffed as Korai blocked his entrance with his body, arms crossed and flared boring holes into the idiot that you called a manager.

“Dude do you not understand the meaning of the term ‘no’? Seems like you should pick up a dictionary on your way out!” Korai shouted as you sat up from the bed, slowly getting up to listen.

“I don’t have to listen to miscreants lile you Mr. Hoshiumi,” Michael spat “and while we are at it, may I ask where you shirt is?”

You came up behind Korai, putting your hands on his back and stomach as he swung his arm around you possessively.

“YN what the hell are you doing?” Michael said, shocked at your display of affection towards Korai.

“Michael, you told me Tuesday, its Friday. I still have a few days off! And by the way, I know about you reporting Korai! How could you?!?”

Michael glared at you both, his eyes focused on Korai’s arm around your waist.

“I just came to tell you that tomorrow night you will be expected at a fashion show. Balenciaga’s new collection is dropping and they requested you be there!” he cheered, completely ignoring you as you stared dumbfounded at him.

“I’m going to Korai’s game tomorrow night,” you said as Korai stood up straighter, chest filling with pride.

Michael’s eyes narrowed, a scowl crossing his face as he glared at you, “I warned you YN, I warned you about men like this! You never ever listen do you?” His face grew closer to you as you slowly moved back, Korai moving in front of you to block an advancing Michael.

“One more move and you won’t be attending fashion shows ever again!” Korai growled as Michael curled his lip.

“Throwing your career away from this YN?” Michael said snapping at you, “this man who only wants you for your pussy and ass? Hell he probably wants to film you two having sex and then sell it to the media! He’s going to ruin you YN!”

“Shut the fuck up!” Korai shouted, lunging forward as you grabbed him, pulling him back as you calmly placed yourself in between the two squabbling men.

“I’m going to Korai's game Michael, now please leave! I’m done talking about this!” you said, tears filling your eyes as Michael glared at you before turning and leaving your room, the door slamming behind him.

“Fucking prick! God I hate that asshole!” Korai growled as you locked the door again, turning to see him sitting on the edge of the bed, arms on his thighs, head hanging low.

“I’m sorry about him Korai,” you whispered, hugging yourself as tears began to fall down your cheeks. This was all your fault, this whole mess was entirely your doing. Korai looked over, standing and grabbing his shit.

“YN I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep pretending any of this is ok. The way he treats you, the way he treats me! Fuck YN I- I FUCK!” He shouted, as you flinched stepping back as he grabbed his hoes and his bag.

“Korai-”

“I’m leaving YN, don’t wait up,” he said, unlocking the door and walking out, leaving you shattered in his wake.

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