#I promise I'll get over this and stop bitching at the end of the month when Veilguard comes out

[whysamwhy123]

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[cas-writes-stuff-ig]

Cheering Her Up

f!/nb! reader x regina george (you love to make Regina feel better)

She calls you "duck" (ITS FUNNY/CUTE I PROMISE)

closeted bi Regina, and openly enby/lesbian reader

reader binds their chest with transtape/kt tape

secret relationship

cheering her up

Regina is taller than you

CONTENT: SO SO SO SORRY I KNOW IM WEIRD

Word Count: 1853

(Originally supposed to be a one shot)

kind of alludes to sex but not explicitly

Regina lets you write your own diss in her Burn Book, so Gretchen and Karen don't get suspicious as to why you're not in it. (a bit of transphobia and homophobia, t-slur/d-slur)

Past bullying and some self-deprication

Reader is a weirdo but Regina likes it

Reader likes classic rock and old hits, Regina pretends to despise it

She lashes out at you but its all good in the end :)

Reader likes to sing

Part 2 of Cheering Her Up (A Party)

a/n: this is a huge self-insert for me, I was really vibing to Bob Seger earlier (btw this is the second thing ive written in like 5 years spare me)

ALSO feel free to message or comment any feedback is appreciated 🙏

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Before the sophomore year, you were sure Regina totally despised you. She openly criticized any gay person she came across. Sophomore year, you were seated next to her in math and history, and you felt like you were going to be destroyed.

But when you came over to her house for a project, she asked "You have your first kiss yet?"

It caught you off guard. "Uh, no. Why?" your voice squeaked, although you knew she was a bitch. You were attracted to her.

She got close to your face and smirked, you could feel her breath on yours. "No reason," She grabbed the back of your head and kissed you. You didn't kiss back out of shock and Regina pulled away and went red, she opened her mouth to say something to excuse her actions, but you leaned in and kissed her again. That moment opened a whole new door for both of you.

After that, you and Regina got really close. Outside of the school halls, and in the comfort of Regina's mansion, you were secretly her best friend but also her friend with benefits. She isn't out yet either, she still has too much pride to be seen with a loser, but you don't mind waiting for her.

She was slightly nicer to you than others at school. She was actually pretty kind to you behind closed doors. She cared about you even if she never said it out loud. So about a month after you started hooking up, you were at her house and she handed you her Burn Book which was open to a blank page with only your picture on it. "I don't want Karen and Gretchen to get suspicious as to why you're not in it."

You could deal with the insults and the taunts, it never bothered you that much, so you wrote something that used to bother you 'Y/N L/N is a tranny dyke'.

The thing that did get to you was in 8th grade when you confessed to a girl, and she told everyone in your PE class that you watched girls change in the locker room. Everyone shunned you after that, but you grew thick skin. In freshman year you found your place amongst the loners and the nerds. You were content with it.

"Are you sure you want that in there?" Regina asked, what you wrote about yourself was harsh.

You nodded "Regina, I'm out of the closet already. It's a secret everybody already knows" You closed the book and handed it back to Regina and she tucked it away. "If I walk like a duck, swim like a duck, and quack like a duck, I'm probably a duck" She laughed at your joke, and you corrected yourself smiling "I mean dyke"

"You're so stupid" Regina replied, but it wasn't mean or full of scorn, she just shoved your shoulder. She changed your name to "Duck" in her contacts.

A week later you found out what your contact name was, you laughed at her a little and she got defensive "I'll change it then" and you quickly stopped laughing and took her phone.

"No no, keep it, please Regina it's cute" You yanked her phone out of her hand and tried to keep it away from her. You laughed again and ran around her room holding her phone, but she cornered you, pushing your chest, then your back hit the wall. You were breathless from running and grinned, though her face was stern. "I'm sorry, Gina. Please keep it, it's fine really"

The look on her face made you lose your confidence and you backed down, and handed her phone back, "Thanks loser" She tucked it back in her pocket, and she had a smug smile. "You're lucky I'm in a forgiving mood today" and tilted your chin up and kissed your lips.

After that day, it became one of your inside jokes, and "Duck" became one of your nicknames.

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That summer she invited you over to swim at her pool for the first time. "Hey loser, hurry up" she opened the door and led you to her pool.

You brought your only swim trunks and taped your breasts back to go swimming. She was in a tight bikini and she slipped in the pool, you took your shirt off, and she was staring at your body.

You weren't sporty, but you went to the gym, it's not like you had rock-hard abs, but you were toned and Regina hadn't seen you like that in the sunlight before, you beamed as you basked in the warm sun.

"Hey Duck, get in here" she beckoned you, you seized an opportunity to make a joke.

You bent your knees and flapped your arms a little walking back and forth at the edge of the pool "Quack quack" You giggled out. Regina cracked out a smile that evolved into laughter, her laugh warmed you more than the sunlight.

When you slipped into the pool, she was still laughing at you. "You're such a dumbass"

She splashed water at you when you tried to come and hug her in the pool. "Hey!" you yelped as the water got in your face and you splashed back.

After you just relaxed in the pool, you floated on your back, eyes closed, and sun-kissed skin. You didn't notice how Regina looked at you, but you heard water swish as she walked toward your floating body. You cracked an eye open, the sun was behind her making her look ethereal. Regina's blonde hair glowed, she looked like an angel, not the bitchy Queen Bee at school.

"Hey," you tried opening your eyes but just squinted.

She leaned down and said "Hey" back in her sweet voice and kissed you gently.

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The summer pushed you closer together, of course, she had her fair share of parties she went to with the Plastics. You were there at parties too, but you both only shot each other glances. The days she hung out with the Plastics, you missed her company.

You got your license over the summer and when you got the message that she was back home, you hopped in your Mini Cooper and drove to her house and picked her up. Though she usually drove you around in her Jeep.

"Where we heading today?" you asked as she hopped in the car

She ignored your question and her attention was on your music "Earth, Wind & Fire's 'September'? Really?" she criticized your music taste.

She buckled in and you said, "What's wrong with my music taste Regina?"

"God you really are a loser" she insulted, you could tell she was in a mood today. You were a little hurt but tried not to take it personally. "7-11 can you grab me a Diet Coke?" you nodded and started driving.

You skipped to the next song and what played was Bee Gee's "More Than A Woman" You smiled and sang along to it. Hoping Regina would get the hint you were singing it to her.

"Suddenly you're in my life, A part of everything I do. You got me workin' day and night. Just tryin' to keep a hold on you..." Your fingers tapped against the steering wheel and you moved your shoulders to the beat of the song.

She just groaned and pressed her temples, you thought she really hated it but from the corner of your eye, you saw a corner of her lip lift slightly. After seeing that you sang your heart out a little more at a red light you turned to her momentarily "More than a woman. More than a woman to me" and grinned wide.

"Hey! Keep your eyes on the road!" she pushed your head to look back at the road.

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At school when Junior year started, Regina and you acted like you two were nothing, you both devised a facade as to why you interacted at all. It was a half-truth, everyone at school thought Regina paid y/n to do their math homework. But you only did that sometimes, and usually just helped her.

Today when you met at her house she was upset about something. "Regina, what's wrong?" you asked worriedly.

"Nothing, stay out of it" she snapped at you and she stomped up the stairs to her room.

You followed her "Regina come on," she turned on her heel and looked at you angrily and lashed out.

"Why are you even here? You're not dating me, stop acting like it" She yelled at you.

You paused and your heart faltered "Regina..." you said quietly. She turned back around and she slammed her bedroom door. Regina crawled in the sheets and just went to sleep. You didn't follow her in. But you walked downstairs to her kitchen and opened her fridge.

When Regina woke up she smelled some kind of pastry downstairs and light music. She opened her door and crept down the stairs, as she approached the kitchen, she heard your humming.

The next song started to play, your back was turned and you were using her mom's apron and mittens, pulling out a batch of brownies from the oven. When you sang alone, you were cheesier and poured your heart into each song, then you placed the brownies onto a cooling rack on the island counter and pretended to hold a mic.

"Still like that old-time rock and roll. That kind of music just soothes the soul" You closed your eyes and turned around still pretending to hold a microphone "I reminisce about the days of old, with that old-time rock and roll" Regina just smiled stifling laughter.

But when you started playing air guitar, at the part with no lyrics. You heard her giggle and your eyes shot open, face reddening "Regina! You're up!" she just laughed at your incredible dorkiness and walked up to you, this was the highlight of her day.

You brushed off your embarrassment from getting caught when you saw how happy it made her. And you walked closer to her and continued to mouth the song and dance around her. Still wearing her mom's frilly apron. You took her hand and spun her around and she still laughed at your silliness.

You stopped and walked back to the counter where she followed, "Brownies?" you smiled.

"Yeah, sure" She sat down at the table and you cut two pieces out.

When you handed her a plate, she looked up at you and spoke softly "Sorry about earlier..."

You smiled softly and took her hand as you sat next to her "Its okay, don't worry about it" You let go of her hand and then asked, "You feeling better now?"

"Yeah, thanks duck" She leaned towards you and kissed your lips. "You're so fucking corny" Regina pulled away.

You smirked "You secretly love it"

"I do" She responded, you almost choked on your own spit at her admission. She reveled in your panic and took a bite of the brownie you made her.

Only you could make her smile like this, and laugh like this, you knew that, and you had your silent victory.

Part 2 of Cheering Her Up (A Party)

[banj0possum]

Zombie Horde x AMAB transfem/gn reader who is working to find a cure for the zombie epidemic?

Like I was imagining reader works in a lab that is then overrun, and reader attempts to flee the horde or secretly continue their experiments when they aren’t looking.

Eventually maybe reader gets used to it and decides to take advantage of the “willing” and (usually) non-violent test subjects.

Love ur work btw <3

i havent given you guys your dose of zombie bitches lately so here ya go <3 this can be also be read as gn maybe

Zombie Horde x MtF!Reader Who's Looking for a Cure

CW: i will make you sob at the end istg, a bit of ewuh body stuff

💀 You've been trying to find a cure ever since the first wave of the epidemic, but the virus spread so quickly that you had to halt your research and flee the city, getting in your car after loading all your equipment and supplies in the trunk and driving off.

💀 Now, after just a few months, you were living in a symbiotic relationship with the very things you swore to destroy. At that point, you've forgotten all about the cure, thinking that there was no more hope on this earth for rehabilitation.

💀 But while lying down in your zombie husband pile at night, the idea sparked in your brain yet again, making you sit up, Ribs' head falling from your shoulder, waking him up.

💀 "S-sorry! So sorry Hun! Uhm..I gotta get something!" You pat Ribs' head before stumbling out of your bed, careful not to trip over the others. Bo blinks a bit before getting up and following you.

💀 You hear a low purr behind you as you were putting on your jacket and backpack and see Bo with a pleading, sleepy face. please come back..it's cold... you could imagine him saying. You chuckle and give him a kiss on the nose. "I'll be back, I promise!" and you run off outside to the parking lot.

💀 You retrieve your supplies from your old car, it's dusty and a bit dirty but the papers you've written were still readable.

💀 You carry the box of stuff back with you, Screw and Soda waiting for you and cocking their heads at the sight of their little mate carrying a box full of tubes and paper.

💀 The horde curiously watches you search through the papers, sometimes writing things down. You mumble soft words they didn't understand whilst looking over two or more papers.

💀 Eventually, you circle a string of letters and numbers and you hold your head in your hands with wide eyes, Screw crawls up to you cooing and you turn to him with the biggest smile on your face.

💀 "I think I got it.."

💀 He cocks his head with a chirp.

💀 "I have the cure..."

💀 You would've never considered it, but with your new discovery of visible consciousness in infected subjects, brain recovery and even bodily recovery can be possible, you just had to find a solution that can increase the body's constructive systems.

💀 You would forge for materials far beyond where you usually searched and would meet up with other survivors to exchange goods in order to conduct your research.

💀 Of course, your husbands were willing to help you, once you told them about your plan, they were so happy! Flesh like yours? Count us in! Ribs especially wants to help; he very much wants his torso back...

💀 The first tests weren't very fruitful but gave interesting results, one experiment with Bo included an injection to his arm, which made his heart beat for a few seconds before slowing and stopping like it was before.

💀 You would also see signs of growth, both Screw and Soda's wounds would appear to be healing themselves.

💀 After a few months of experimentation, you were starting to give up, the boys' wounds and lost body parts being unable to grow back.

💀 It was alright for you though, you never really expected to find the cure so easily, and you weren't sure if it could even work on other zombies.

💀 At least the boys looked a bit better than before though, their hair could grow like a human's and their limps were gone, their joints rejuvenated and no longer rigid, allowing them to move like a normal human and not a living corpse.

💀 You thought that was all that you got from your experiments when..

💀 "(Y-Y/N)?"

💀 That...voice? It sounds familiar somehow...

💀 "Babygirl? Can you hear me?" the voice says again, it was gruff with a bit of a southern accent.

💀 "That's not her name!" Another voice, more higher pitched that the first.

💀 "It's a nickname Ribs!" One quietly says.

💀 Your neck almost snaps at the speed you turned back.

💀 "Uhm..hey there babes.." Bo says awkwardly.

💀 Looks like their vocal chords grew back too...

[houpss]

hey love! I'm in love your recent work like why and how so goooooodddd?!!!

"STRAY KIDS DIED,WHEN PROTECTING YOU" thank you sooo much for writing this I have a request tho. I was hoping that maybe the reader, in their next life would again date the partner they had in the prev life and they get to know how they died and then the reader actually dies protecting them but eventually comes back due to some supernatural power. This way they have their happy ending <3 :D I'm so sorry because im an emo bitch I need a happy ending my heart can't take this pain hehe.... Thanks for reading this !!! lots of loveee

IT IS SO GOOD! I'll change the concept a little and write it a little differently. thanks, love! 🩷🩷🩷

I only did this for Chan and Minho, I probably won’t write it for the rest, but anything is possible!

YOU MET A SKZ IN YOUR NEXT LIFE

P.S. this is an addition to the work (!), in which you promise to find each other in the next life, will you find each other?

Bang Chan

In that life, you died a little later after Chan's death.

In this life you live in Sydney (that's where you died, canonically)

All your life you felt heaviness and as if you were missing something, looking in the mirror you believed that something was wrong with you.

You lived with this feeling for so long, and all your relationships ended with you running away without explanation.

One summer day you went into a cafe to buy yourself an iced coffee.

There you saw him...Bang Christopher Chan. That name lit up in your head..who is it?

You frowned and walked up to this guy who smiled friendly, he was a barista. He asked what you would like to drink, you muttered your order, looking at his face.

How do you know him? What kind of guy? You saw his name on the badge...he's Chris, just Chris.

When he handed over your coffee, you flew out of the cafe, not noticing that he had left his contact number on the cup.

You will notice this already at home, after you find the group Stray kids, popular in 202* no one is alive anymore..stop

Bang Christopher Chan - group leader who died from a bullet wound

Memories burned in your memory, you remember everything perfectly...Channie,your dear Channie!

Tears flowed down your cheeks, after all, you found each other...

you immediately wrote to him asking to meet, you could have met?

○○○

Chan will remember you much later, after your first kiss

You've apologized to him so many times.

Chan adores you just as much as he did in that life

Chan is not just a barista, he is a dancer, he is such a good dancer! his main job is choreography

"You'll be my last love syndrome, Bang."

You are together again, your love is much stronger than death

"I won't let you go, never again"

It's quite strange because you are complete reincarnations of yourself.

Now he will definitely protect you, in any case.

It's so strange to realize that he is around again and he loves you again.

You will live a beautiful and long life

Lee Minho

You died in the illusion of happiness, you were never truly happy after Minho died. Yes, you had children, grandchildren and a husband... but you were never happy.

You died of old age, your last memory was Minho’s face, your sincere love.

You were reborn as a guy, it’s not strange

You're quite popular, but you're unhappy again. handsome and unhappy.

You're in high school, you have a lot of attention from girls and boys, but do you need it?

You're so annoyed by this new guy! and his name is strange..Lee Minho

That new boy in class is so loud and so cocky, he's always picking on you.

He has some kind of addiction to your ass. you're incredibly indignant

Everywhere this Lee Minho, Minho, Minho

You always quarrel with him, you have constant squabbles filled with sarcasm and black humor.

This went on for six months, until in one of the loud quarrels you grabbed his hand, as if memories illuminated you.

Minho understood everything first and stroked your head, and you touched his neck.

“You are meant for me, Y/N" ” he said it in a whisper, calling you by your name from that life, from his mouth it sounds so beautiful.

You hung on his neck without a word and heard his laughter, how is this possible?

He squeezed you tightly and spanked your ass, and you shushed him.

Your relationship is so chaotic that everyone at school was shocked.

You're so loud with him, Minho loves to flirt with you in front of everyone

Let everyone know that you are his

You pull Minho out of every scrape, he loves to create problems around himself.

Your relationship is even full of passion! Minho is so active, and you are too calm.

In this life you will again have three cats and of course their names are Soonie, Doongie and Dori

But you are happy again.

“I will protect you again if necessary” – “Just don’t leave again, I won’t be able to live without you a second time”

[onlyseokmins]

idiot • h.j.s.

Pairing: joshua hong x afab!reader

Genres: mentions of smut (minors dni!), fwb!au, swearing but fluff and comfort basically

Warnings: menstrual cramps, food, swearing, and beloved idiots haha

WC: tumblr mobile idrk haha just a blurb

A/N: Sorry randomly thought of this while leaving work - in the middle of a Hoshi fic lmaooo okay I wanted to do smth angsty but I need love rn and haven't finished smth this fast in months and not really smut but anyways, imagine a fwb!relationship with Joshua but not quite...

↪ 7/14/23 update: loosely based prequel

It's like you're not really friends but you do have the benefits of fucking the hot man that drifts to and from different social circles among the large friend groups you mingle about and share.

You know his favorite color of lingerie that he'll rip off immediately, shoving your panties in his pocket ("for later," he winks and promises to buy you a new pair every time - he doesn't). But you are sure he doesn't even know your favorite color (it's baby blue, the same color of the shirt he wore when you first met - coincidentally the same one he wore when he seduced and ended up fingering you against the wall of the club's bathroom and then propositioned this arrangement - and like a fool, who are you to say no?).

He's always been nice - too nice. So nice, he's aloof at most times. Never letting anyone too close. And you really try not to yearn to be the first one he opens his heart to.

Definitely not.

It's why you're crying in bed one late afternoon, chalking it up to the hormones and cramps that come with mother nature's wrath. There's a gentle knock on your door before the key code is punched in. You think it's Seungkwan, the kind soul who always stops by to bring goodies and solid words of wisdom you never dare act on but no - it's fucking Joshua Hong.

"What are you doing here, I'm on my period."

You're grouchy and while it's not his fault that it's that time of the month, it is his fault that you're even more irritable than normal. Oh, and maybe those stupid feelings or whatever.

"I know."

All he does is simply nod and set down the bags he's carrying, taking stuff out that you realize are pain meds, compresses, ice packs - your cheeks heat up - even a stash of various pads and tampons.

"Seungkwan, that lil bitch."

Joshua turns with a raised eyebrow, holding what you recognize is a takeout container from your favorite restaurant. One that's all the way across town so you rarely go.

"What does this have to do with Seungkwan?"

You sigh. "Look, if he forced you to bring this stuff or somehow blackmailed you, don't worry. I'll chew him out on your behalf later."

He laughs, opening up the food and unwrapping the utensils, waving them in your face. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't lie."

"I'm not!"

"You're saying you drove all the way to Seokmin's place to buy that - mind you it's even further of a drive there for you than it is for me - and bought hygienic products?"

"Yeah. I didn't know exactly what to get so I just grabbed everything on the shelf."

"What the fuck, Joshua. Why? I'm not fucking you, I feel like shit. I also look like shit."

He flinches but gives you a glance-over that has you frowning even harder. "I'll admit you do look very pretty with my cock inside of you or when you get all dolled up..."

You roll your eyes and flop back on your bed, rolling over so your back faces him out of spite.

"But you do look hella sweet right now. Even if you're pissed off."

"Don't placate me, I'm not fucking you. I won't suck you off either."

Joshua's soft laugh makes your heart flip-flop. "I'm not here for that. How hard is it for you to believe that I came to really take care of you?"

"If the sun rises in the west tomorrow, I wouldn't be surprised. Clearly you're just a hallucination."

"Did you know hallucinations are our true desires?"

"Where'd you hear such bull crap? Jeonghan?"

"No," he snorts, "but I know you like me."

"I'm not fucking you the next time you want to either. Actually, I might not fuck you ever again."

It leaves a bitter taste in your mouth honestly, especially when he touches your shoulder with a gentleness that shouldn't exist. You glare at him. He smiles.

"That's fine. I mean, I'd like to fuck again sometime in the future but just hanging out is cool too. Maybe even for dates?"

"Maybe you're right. You're nothing but a figment of my imagination."

"Then I'm also right that you like me."

"Do not!" You throw the covers over your head. "Remember, we fuck without feelings, Joshua. And remember who set that rule, Mr. Hong?"

"An idiot did. So what if that idiot changed his mind?"

"He'd still be an idiot."

"... Correct, but may I clarify - an idiot with feelings."

When you emerge and peek out from the blankets, he's fiddling with his fingers nervously.

"Would still be an idiot."

"An idiot that likes you."

"Whatever," you huff but he sees the smile on your lips before you're diving away from sight again.

Relief floods him, knowing he's not wrong - you like him too. Laying gently over your prone body, he hums in content.

"When you feel better let's go on a date." All you do is wiggle beneath him and he smirks. "I'll wear that shirt you like. You know, the blue one."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure, not like you jump me every time I wear it."

"I do not!"

"It's okay, I know a lot more than you can guess but I still think you're cute anyways."

And maybe you realize it's you that doesn't know Joshua all that well. But he seems to think he knows an awfully lot about you. And maybe he does. But you want to prove him wrong.

"Alright, let's go on a date," you peek back out, the blankets a shield between you and him as they're pulled high under your nose. But he's still looking at where your mouth (he's never kissed - yet) would be. Bastard. "Wear that stupid shirt and I'll prove I won't jump you."

His warm brown eyes crinkle playfully. "Sure, let's, I'll buy you a couple of pretty sets like I promised since I ripped so many."

"About time."

He shrugs. "Don't worry, I'll make up for it. I was worried about what you would think it meant but now I don't have to care. I want it to be official."

You take the food from him when he brings it back over. "I guess I do too if you're going to drive so far just to get Seok's delicious food."

"So I'm just an errand boy to you? That's all it took to get to your heart? Seokmin's food?"

Looking at him under your lashes, you bite your lip. "You know it's much more than that..."

Joshua laughs, big and bright - just like the moment he first caught your attention. "And just so you know, I like you much more than you think."

And he'll spend all of his time proving it.

[bad268]

Hi! if you want to or if you feel like it can you write anything about droid pezzy grizzy or puffer any of them you absolutely don't have to and if you want to can you write smth related to this

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CpFzEIjINj9/?igshid=MjljNjAzYmU=

Bubblegum Bitch (Big Puffer X Streamer! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Miscellaneous

Requested: Clearly (Took me a minute, I was tossing up different ideas for this I hope you like it!)

Warnings: Language ig

Pronouns: You/your

W.C. 1159

Summary: A broken promise leads to revenge.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Screenshot from sleep stream vid/can't remember which)

Chat was being a pain today. Well, they were always a pain, but it seemed more than usual. After your 3 month hiatus from streaming and social media, the chat was bound to be hectic. Add to the fact that it was a sleep stream. Yeah, it should've been expected that chat would have a field day.

"I get it, guys," you started off as you started setting up media share, "I haven't been active in forever. Y'all are just crazy, and I needed a break." You glanced over at the messages, most of it is just random letters and emotes. Some of it was welcoming you back to streaming, some asking if you're going to have a regular streaming schedule again, and some complaining that media share is not working. "Hold your horses, guys. I'm still setting it up, takes time."

You ended up putting on some elevator music to fill the silence as you continued to set up media share. At one point, someone sent a donation, and apparently, the sound was already connected to the speakers, so it nearly blew your eardrums out.

"Is Puffer joining you?" It said.

"Jesus, fuck, no," you laughed. "Ain't no way I could convince Puffer to join me for a sleep stream. Actually, maybe..." you trailed off, pulling your phone off the charger to text our chat. "Okay, we'll see what he says. In the meantime, feel free to blast him on Twitter or something. Blow up his notifications, so he'll have to join. I think he's streaming now, too, so feel free to leave while I set up media share."

Meanwhile, Puffer was streaming a you laugh, you spin the wheel, and his own chat had convinced him to add "sleep stream" to the list. Just as he spun the wheel, the last time for his stream, his chat starts blowing more so than usual. Instead of paying attention to the wheel, he focuses on what the chat is talking about. Most of them begging the wheel to land on the sleep stream or asking him to join his significant other.

"Did (twitch user) send you? I already told them I'm not joining," he laughed before beginning to dial your number but immediately stopped once he saw what the wheel landed on: sleep stream. "Oh fuck off. Really?" His attention flips to be solely focused on the wheel, making sure it actually landed on the sleep stream. "What if I just go join (twitch user)? Will that make you happy? Will that count?" Seeing the chat fill with yeses and happy emotes, he started setting up for a raid to his significant other with a sigh. "Fine, head over there. I'll be over there in a minute."

In your room, you finally got media share to work, and all of your viewers (plus Puffer's from the raid you didn't know you had) witnessed you get jumpscared by the Buzz Lightyear commercial. "There's gotta be a minimum for that. I can see why Puffer does $50 minimum for it."

"Puffer is coming" A donation read through the speakers, scaring you once again.

"Oh, how did y'all convince him? I'm curious," You asked chat, looking through the messages in hopes of seeing anyone answer my question.

"Unluck of the wheel and opportunity," Puffer answered as he walked into your office in a comfier outfit than what he was streaming in with a pillow and blanked. "The wheel landed on sleep stream, so I'm just going to join you."

The stream was hell, to put it lightly. With Puffer's audience excited for the sleep stream and your chat finally happy to see some content, there were no silence moments the entire night.

"I am never doing a sleep stream again," Puffer groaned as he hid his face in your neck while you checked the chat on your phone.

"On the bright side, it's gonna be over soon," You laughed, setting your phone down as you played with his hair. "Mods just told me that someone just sent in the last video of the night. Should be playing soon."

Looking up at the screen when you hear a song playing, it's Bubblegum Bitch by MARINA. Your eyes grew wide as you registered that it was the video you made over the break, teasing Puffer. The same video that you swore not to post.

"What the fuck is that..." Puffer trailed off, seeing you and him in the video. Then it gets to the chorus, and the video shows you grabbing him by the shirt, pulling him in like you were going to kiss him before pushing him away again. Immediately, he remembers when that happened. "You said you weren't going to post that!"

"I put it in the member's discord," You defended, "It was a challenge they asked me to do anyway, so one of them is a little snitch."

"On that note, we are done. I am done. I am never doing a sleep stream again," He exaggerated as he jumped out of the bed, leaving the room. "And I am never trusting you again!"

"Look at what you guys did," I lectured chat as I moved to end the stream. "Just for that, no stream for the rest of the week. See you guys next week! Think about what you've done. Bye!"

~~

Two days later, Puffer was still salty. You promised not to post that video, yet there it was on the internet. He was going to get back at you, and he knew exactly what he needed to do.

It was a chill day. One where you were cuddling into Puffer’s side as a movie played in the background, and you both scrolled through your phones. You put yours to the side as you got hit with a wave of exhaustion, pulling the blanket that was across your laps up to your shoulders.

This was his chance, he thought. You were nearly asleep, so you would not question his actions. He made sure his headphones were connected before setting up his phone to record your reaction. He gently shook you away during the lead-up of the song, your face filled with confusion, as he moved his hand to rest on the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss, but he stopped just short. 

“I’ll chew you up and,” He whispered against your lips before pushing you back, “I’ll spit you out.” Your face dropped in shock as you realized what he was doing. “Cause that’s what young love is all about.”

“So pull me closer,” You whispered back, overcoming the shock, as you grabbed his chin to pull him in, “and kiss me hard.”

“I’m gonna pop your bubblegum heart,” You both whispered together while jokingly glaring at each other. 

“I’m gonna post this,” Puffer said after a minute of just staring into your eyes. “I think that’s fair.”

“All is fair in love and war.”

~~~~~

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[hell-drabbles]

Embittered Companion idea

While Ra-On is Solomon's descendant

Companion is God

Hear me out

God left Heaven after Solomon's death and either split himself up or reincarnated

So while in current timeline Ra-On represents Solomon

Companion represents God or at least a fragment or incarnation of him

Which is why Companion's angelification goes horribly wrong and why angels are so taken to Companion

I had this idea a while ago and thought it would be funny to play with

Especially since PB might go under so I wanna write my own lore

I know PB isn't ever gonna do this

But I enjoy the idea that later in game rather then Ra-On being both the demons and angels object of affection and the solution to everything

Ra-On meets someone or someone he knows (Minhyeok) who is the incarnation/fragment of God and thus this is what stops the whole war

PB won't ever do that though since Ra-On has to be the horny main focus in everything

Dante Anon

Strap yourself in, tis a long one!

In the end, the main focus is just to be horny, and I'm honestly okay with it that if it weren't for the narrative trying to be super uber serious. It wants to be comedic, but it always wants to try and do gut wrenching emotion, but you can't do that when the MC has barely known these devils for more than a month at most.

Would've done the horny aspect justice if the writers just leaned in hard on the comedy and basically have it be a dark humor comedy from start to finish. Angels slaughtering devils and suddenly there's a holiday and the devils and angels are celebrating and fucking one another.

Hmm? Oh yeah, I know this angel killed my brother but we patched him up fine! Besides, I wanted to see what he tastes like, don't ruin it for me.

In that dark comedy version, I probably would've had it where the war was only started for the sake of a promise. Solomon made the devils and angels promise to spoil their descendants rotten, so the angels and devils come together to craft this bitch huge scenario that's basically, "angel/devil war, descendants come and stop the war, huuuuge celebration!" the whole war was crafted to make the descendants feel special and they're pretty upfront about it too. "Yeah we know you humans like to feel really special, so you get to stop a whole war!" That kind of thing.

You know, that kind of humor.

Anyways, let's seeeee, how would I go about an AU where the Companion is somehow connected to God.

I'll go with the fragmentation portion and say that the Companion has that in them. An insignificant fragment that subconsciously always seeks out Solomon no matter where they are.

Both Ra-on and the Companion are in the realm of "special," but the difference between them is that, narrative wise, Ra-on is eventually going to lose what makes him special, as in Solomon is finally going to rest. Ra-on's special status is highly situational, only awakening as soon as he was in Hell or near an angel. And as for the Companion, well...

I would imagine that having a fragment of God in you is going to mess with you from birth until death. The Companion has always heard low whispers, prayers that sometimes spike in volume depending if a tragedy or a violent storm happened. Suffering from both visual and auditory hallucinations. They avoid churches like the plague because the whispering always gets louder near those places, and they constantly have an umbrella over their head because the clouds simply bother them.

I'd like to imagine that the fragment the Companion got ended up containing all of God's grief inside of it. Grief, regrets, all those things. Sleeping becomes an incredibly hard thing for them, because if they don't take their sleep medication, they always wake up feeling like someone else. For just a few minutes, the Companion doesn't remember their name. All they remember is someone named Solomon. And then they forget just a few moments later.

Minhyeok is such a sweetheart and you know he helps the Companion through those rough episodes when the prayers become too much, or when they're too enraged and need to let off some steam. Rage and bitterness, the Companion has a lot of it, but that's just the usual. And Ra-on... well, he used to help, but he's retreated into that shell of his.

Nothing really changes when Gabriel comes barging in and killing Minhyeok. If anything, the Companion was even more enraged so not only do they clock him in the eyes with glass and plates, they stomp on his nose and broke the damn thing.

So anyways, no the angels don't sense anything in the Companion, they're just a regular human.

Now, as for the angelification process... I would imagine that when they're reborn, Heaven began to shake. Clouds parted, houses crumbled and the sun shined with a ferocity like never before. For a moment, the angels believed that finally, finally their God is returning home to them.

And then everything goes back to normal. There is no God, and now they've got a damaged Heaven to repair. And oh, would you look at that, Gabriel brought home this... abomination. Isn't that the Companion that was with Solomon son? By this point, only Gabriel has a suspicion, everyone else is none the wiser.

The Companion has always had the fear that one day, these prayers would overtake their head and they would be unable to think. Now they're being pelted by hymns, prayers and vicious sermons of devotion as angels slaughter more and more devils. One can only imagine the absolute nightmare existence the Companion is living.

Now, a human looking like this messy Companion is entirely expected. The difference between the Companion and a regular human, though, is that a regular human would usually die within a matter of days. The Companion survives for weeks, months on end. And, in fact, their body is changing. Taking on a new form, adapting even, becoming more and more beautiful in Gabriel's eyes until finally he's one step away from confirming that yes, this is God.

The ability to make an angel.

Now, the Companion only has a fragment of God in them, as such the ability to make something out of nothing is wholly out of their realm of possibility. So, they can't make an angel out of thing air.

They can, however, make an angel out of the many wings they have on their back. The Companion's body is constantly changing, almost violently so. So much so that entire sections of wings fall off and regrow like nothing. And when the first set finally fell, a new angel was born from them.

The Companion can make new angels unconsciously, just by having a set of their own wings fall off.

Alright, I ran out of steam, that's about all that's in my head at the moment. Hope that was fun to read.

Obviously I would want these angels born from the Companions fallen wings to be... different from the average angel. Though I have no clue how to go about it. I really do like the thought though. Sounds like fun.

What kind of angels would you make for the Companion? How do they act, and how do they feel about their existence, about being crafted by a Companion who is... Not completely themselves? I'm really curious.

[azreactstowormtheserial]

Overboard [8.1-11.8]

SORRY IN ADVANCE FOR THE SCROLL WHEN YOU HIT KEEP READING

--Yeah... Sorry for not keeping to that 'one arc at a time' promise. But whilst I'm in medical-recovery mode I have nothing better to do than Worm [The Serial] my afternoons away.

And look at that! I'm 1/3 through all of the main story. At least, by Arc-No. ? My friend said come the end of Arc 8, I'd graduated from 'Early Worm'. Should I be scared or happy to be gradually approaching 'Late Worm'?

Speaking of.

ARC 8 -- EXTERMINATION

Title Accurate.

ARC 9 -- SE

Okay, okay. I'll talk about Arc 8. It's a little weird to talk about as a whole. Way easier in the moment, reacting to things as they happen.

"1 in 4 of you (at least) will die."

Tattletale "down".

Aegis, Gallant, Iron Falcon, Mr. G,

Taylor -breaking her spine -- she could have died!

And I thought I couldn't handle the stress of the inter-group dynamic potentially crumbling at the end of Arc 7. Don't worry, we'll get to that.

The endbringers are a terrifying concept. Like, what do you do? Wear it down, hundreds dying to prevent hundreds of thousands from dying, only for it to recover for a few years, months, who knows-- before it attacks somewhere else, almost unprompted?

Almost. I have no idea what it was doing, edging slowly towards Coil's base like a fucking NGE Angel. That's almost as scary.

It just, picked people off. Indiscriminantly.

Kaiser. A powerful, influential-- horrible excuse for a human being, but still, a major player-- he's just dead! Just like that!

I'd started to like a few of The Wards towards the the end of Arc 6, I think. At first it was easy to group them into a 'haha these kids don't know any better, they're really snot-nosed about being heroes'-- which feels a lot nicer a label than what's actually happening.

They're just kids! 15, 16, Vista is 13. 13! Kids that've had a traumatic past, in one way or another. Up against, and dying to, an existential threat. Sentinel really helped put this into perspective.

I'd love to talk about individual moments that I thought were cool; Tattletale's analysis of Leviathan, The truce between heroes and villains, Clockblocker absolutely stepping the fuck up and pretty much clutching the entire fight. But I need to talk about Armsmaster.

(These few lines saved me.)

ARMSMASTER. You horrific excuse for a human being. Jeopardizing CHILDREN'S LIVES, YOUR COMRADES LIVES, PEOPLE'S LIVES-- AND FOR WHAT!?!?!?!?

WAIT NO STOP NO

I absolutely hate this fucking guy. How do you ruin everything in the middle of a natural(?) disaster killing thousands.

(Did I mention Shadow Stalker is Sophia. Huh. That's interesting! I'm sure it won't come up again.)

The arc ends really bittersweet.

I'm really sorry, Bitch. Showing up and saving Taylor was an amazing moment, but that's over half of your closest family, just gone.

But, I totally called it.

I know I wanted to take a break after all that, but I couldn't just leave it at "I told her my answer." -- I had to find out what it was!! So, after a few hours of psyching myself up, I got straight into the Interlude.

ARC 8 -- INTERLUDE [COIL]

How do you beat Coil? What -happened- to Coil to give him this power? Applied perfectly, his power makes him practically invulnerable. One of his only weak points being the immediacy after closing his second universe.

I still don't know how to feel about Coil. He's said in vague terms that his plan for Brockton Bay was to improve. Taylor, I think, took this to mean that people's livelihoods would be better. People would have food, shelter, water. But it's so difficult to tell, even with a direct view into his mind like this interlude gave. All I know is that this is a plan he's put a considerable amount of time and his life towards-- it has to mean a lot to him and he has to be strong in his ideals. I only hope that he isn't utterly insane.

Because if he is? If his motives are 'evil', unjust-- if you can even say they have the potential to be just, with how he operates-- I don't know if anyone can beat him.

...

Shit.

ARC 9 -- SENTINEL

This arc was nice. The breather I needed, and was worried I wouldn't get, after Arc 8's Interlude.

I mentioned that I'd started to like The Wards a little earlier in the story, so the emotional beats really worked here for me. And even if I didn't, this arc'd easily have been a turning point.

\=====

[Az.Interlude: Obligatory Wards (And Co.) Tier List]

Bold means #1 in each thing if there's more than 1.

S [Super :)] - Flechette, Glory Girl, ****Shadow Stalker****, Vista

A [A cool character] - *Clockblocker, Gallant, Kid Win, Panacea, ****Weld***

B [Baegis Tier] - Aegis

C [Cant Remember] - Browbeat

(Sorry Browbeat, who apparently died offscreen in Arc 8.)

\====

I say it's nice, but really we're just seeing a few kids grieve the deaths of their friends. Is that what 'nice' is, in Worm?

Sophia/Shadow Stalker is growing into a more and more interesting character. Though everyone got their fair share of attention, I found her scenes, like the one with Flechette in 9.2, quite interesting.

I* think something really awful happened to Shadow Stalker. *

A lot of my thoughts on Arc 9 I think are just snippets at characters I like. I really liked Weld, and felt 'kinda bad for him. He's trying his best! He's just walking into all this mess.

Vista's chapter made me cry. She's so strong for standing up to Shadow Stalker like that! And the story's tackling on trying to 'fill in' somebody's role after they've passed really hit me like a freight train.

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[Az.Interlude 2: Now Obligatory Protectorate (and Dragon) Tier List]

S [This is actually based off of the arc 10 interlude, wait for that.] - Dragon

A [Assault- Oh] - Miss Militia

B [Battery] - Battery

C [Cool? I think?] - Assault, Triumph, Velocity

D ['Dunno] - [Anyone who I haven't remembered. I don't know that many...]

F [Fucking Armsmaster] - Guess who

\====

9.3 was a nifty chapter, too. It's probably the only instance of a 'character are bored in an exposition-lecture' that I've actually thought was pretty well done?

Also, it's nice to get some Clockblocker characterisation. He gets a pass for his flaws because of his context. I do hope his dad ends up getting healed-- but the scenario as a whole really makes me feel for Amy/Panacea. There's so much suffering in the world, and it's -technically- preventable. Just through her. How much of a weight on her shoulders is that?

\====

[Az.Interlude 3: Favorite Arcs]

S - [Super Good Arc] [4. Shell] [8. Extermination] [9. Sentinel] [10. Parasite.]

A [A really good Arc] - [11. Infestation] [6. Tangle] [7. Buzz]

B [Breally good] - [1. Gestation] [2. Insinuation] [3. Agitation]

\====

(See what I'm doing there, by the way? Interlude Arc? Load of Interlude Tier lists? Whatever.) KID WIN ADHD TINKER REP!!!!

I think that's my cue to hop on over to

ARC 10 -- PARASITE

Okay, sure, sure-- Taylor's back, but on uneasy terms, swallowing her pride, sure--

ALEC. ALEC! I THOUGHT YOU JUST MADE PEOPLE TRIP! And I thought even how -that- power was utilized was a little horrifying. This is just... I mean. I'll talk about it some more in the interlude.

Hi Imp! It's nice to meet you! Where'd you come from? Or maybe she was here the whole time, and that's her power--

Imp's neat. I like her power, and I'm hoping we see more of her! She doesn't quite live up to the rest of the gang just yet, but, I mean-- they've been around 9 more arcs. I was wondering if The Undersiders were going to recruit some more members...

This Arc's short but sweet. An infiltration à la the bank robbery, some fights with some superheroes-- and, Dragon!!! Dragon is so cool!!! I love Dragon!!!! We'll get there!!!!

I expected Bitch and Taylor to have a proper confrontation about everything, but... She really just sabotaged her mid-mission? Taylor's beatdown of her was unfortunately deserved-- like, c'mon. You're hurt. More than any of the others, really. But you didn't even 'eye for an eye' her, you went ahead and 'eye for a head' or whatever the relevant saying'd be. I

*really

* hope she takes her up on that offer.

Everything was going alright, even if Dragon'd appeared and made the escape a little tricky. And, oh. A meeting with Coil. Maybe Taylor can hash things out, and come up with a deal that reflects her--

So. That's one way to make an impression of a new overarching villain group. What the actual fuck, Jack. The absolute balls of this reveal-- I have no idea what to make of it, and already Jack just in how he's been described in passing, and-- this-- already made me clock him as a huge threat. I can't wait to see how this goes. I'm sure it'll go great. I'm sure.

ARC 10 -- INTERLUDE [ALEC]

Alec, alecalecalec-- What the actual fuck. I really should have thought twice when Lisa clocked you as a sociopath on first sight. This chapter was scary. Even Sophia doesn't deserve that. The "breach of privacy" -- if you can even -call- it that, with how far it went, made me sick to my stomach.

It's 'kinda crazy that this is just something that continued word-for-word from an earlier chapter. What else has happened directly after Taylor's POV left a scene? What has she missed?

I'm sure this won't come back to bite Taylor in the ass.

Or that.

I think something really awful happened to Shadow Stalker. [2]

Even after all that. I still like Alec. I think. In his own, fucked up, twisted way, he's getting payback for Taylor. He just has no limit. And, I mean-- he is still a kid. That had a horrendous, abuse-ridden upbringing. I don't know. I'm allowed to have complicated feelings about the main cast!

ARC 10 -- INTERLUDE [DRAGON]

Dragon, on the other hand, is objectively fucking cool. She's not even human! What?! It's 2011! Or something like that. I'm a bit of a dork for the 'kinda stuff that the opening third of this chapter was. That it was layered with limitations, purposeful, intended ones that dig under Dragon's skin at all times-- that she's keeping this a secret from even her closest co-workers-- only made me root for her character even more. I'm hoping she's, uh. 'One of the good ones'? Is that how you'd put it? Weird considering she's a hero, but--

*Armsmaster. *Come on.

Oh, look. It came back to bite Taylor in the ass.

Taylor in Arc 11 ruminates on how she'd face losing her civillian identity. But I don't think she quite understands the ramification of it just yet. This is the beginning of the end, in that regard-- Dragon found her.

I'll try not to gush about an interlude too much just to get to Arc 11 and wrap up this post before the day's over, so I'll just leave it at:

*The conversation between Lung and Marquis was very interesting. ****I hope Amy is okay.***

Arc 11 -- INFESTATION (I haven't read the interludes yet! I thought the final base-11 was a good place to stop.)

The Merchants are pretty fucked up, huh? 'Might makes Right' as an actual group philosphy never works. And I don't think the leader's are -that- stupid. I wonder what their deal is?

And, yeah. I'll finally bring it up, Worm. You've got me. *I'm interested in whatever the fuck Case 53 is. *And so is Faultine, apparently. Let's hope they stay in touch with Lisa.

Skitter taking over her territory was rad. She'll make a great monarch! (Queen bee? Is there an insect joke you can make here?)

Whatever my views about how things should be handled, Taylor's helping people in the here and now, and keeping groups like The Merchants out. Helping families. I think what she's doing is right.

And, for once, it all works out! Not without a hitch. Or an underlying dread. Taylor being the arbiter of one of the more straight up 'bad' Merchant's fate is a little telling that her moral's have shifted, somewhat. She's more comfortable leaving someone to die than insisting they have the right to a fair trial, etc-- even if the situtation did totally call for it.

Faultline's crew showing up was neat. I don't think I've mentioned Labyrinth, actually. Her and Newter are my favorite of Faultline's crew. I might go back and re-read Gregor's interlude, just for another look at how Faultline runs things.

And, my god. Brian finally picked up some slack, after some nudging via Lisa. Good on her. The dynamic needs some work from the both of them to build up the trust they once had. But they'll be friends in no time. I hope. Everything's working out.

...

*Oh my god, No, Taylor you can't ****say it!***

Everything is going to go to shit, isn't it?

I don't want to read on anymore. Can't it stop right here? Taylor won, got her friends back? Please?

See you all on the other side. Promise it won't take as long.

[leftoverenvy]

Tastes Like Sugar (ch. 27)

Summary: India Mae, or Indi, is a music major, struggling to pay bills, tuition, work, and make good grades.  Emily Prentiss is a BAU profiler, as well as a DC socialite thanks to her huge family fortune.  The two enter into a mutually beneficial arrangement: Emily will pay for Indi's school if Indi accompanies Emily to her social functions for a few months, posing as her girlfriend.  As weeks go by, the lines between their arrangement and their true feelings start to blur.  But money can't buy love, right?

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: smut; degradation; orgasm denial (18+)

Word Count: 3.1k

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Chapter 27 - Lesson Learned

"I miss you," I whined.  "Don't go to work."  I grabbed Emily and pulled her into my arms.  I stuck out my lip enticingly and widened my eyes knowing she couldn't say no to this face.  She was scheduled to go back to work today to finish up some paperwork, but I just couldn't let her leave.

"Baby," she sighed.  "We just spent a week together."  I smiled thinking back on our tropical time together for the last week.

"All the more reason for you to stay," I tried persuading.  My mind flitted back to our longer morning in bed together.  She had been reluctant to leave, as well.  "I've gotten used to you always being here."  I clung to her, refusing to let her go.  I needed every last second with her I could get.  I just couldn't send her back to the office now.

I hadn't anticipated this tactic would work until she responded, "Only if you don't disrupt me."  My heart skipped a beat in excitement.  "I have to get this done," she said, holding up some files. 

"I promise, Em.  I'll be your perfect angel." 

She smirked at the use of the possessive pronoun, but kissed me on the forehead chastely.  "I know you will, baby."

Emily wandered away into her office, leaving me alone in the kitchen.  It was like she had left for work.  I had hoped she'd work in the library, or even spread out over the coffee table so we could spend a bit more time together.  I made my way into the living room and flopped onto the couch in a huff.  I turned the TV on, but it did little to hold my attention, so I scrolled on my phone, as well.

After my movie had ended, I huffed, throwing my head back against the throw pillow.  I wasn't sure if it was better that she did paperwork in the office or at home.  All I could imagine was her sitting at her big desk, brows furrowed in concentration as she bit at the end of her pen.  Or maybe she had a finger in her mouth, chewing on her nail.  Either way, I started to squirm at the thought.

I chided myself.  First, because Emily agreed to stay home with the condition that she remain unbothered.  Second, because it was ridiculous to still want her after how many times she fucked me in Florida. 

To stuff the feelings down, I tried reading news headlines on my phone.  Nothing.  I put on a documentary to tamp down my libido.  And I still ached for Emily.  I was overwhelmed by how badly I needed her.

I figured if I had something to pull my focus, it would be easier to manage like it was during the semester.  I sat down at the piano to work on my compositions, hoping my music wouldn't bother Emily.  I stumbled through the partial melody I had previously worked on, but nothing new was coming to me.  I stopped, my fingers resting on the keys as I stared at a blank page of sheet music.  I exhaled heavily, exasperated at having nothing to do, and rolled my eyes at how dramatic I was being.

But dramatic or not, I found myself padding across the downstairs to Emily's office.  I knocked on the door tentatively, pushing it open to find exactly what I knew was behind this door.  Emily sat behind her huge writing desk, files strewn everywhere, glasses perched on her nose, pen in her mouth.  I stopped breathing at the sight.  Her glasses did it for me every time.

She looked up, eyes narrowing over her glasses.  "It has not been near long enough, angel.  I've only finished up half my paperwork."

"How can you even have paperwork?" I groaned.  "You just spent a week off."  Emily declined to respond, instead looking pointedly back at the door.  I deflated, turning back around to leave her office.  It was near impossible to leave her alone when she looked so sexy.  The sight of her in her glasses only made my clit throb more insistently.

I paced up and down the hallway for over ten minutes, racking my brain for any excuse I could come up with to go back into her office.  Maybe if I had a legitimate question for her, she'd entertain me being in there for a few minutes.  I even rationalized it in my head: everyone needed a break, and she had been working for hours now.  I was prepared to recite studies about working more efficiently if you took periodic breaks; Emily couldn't argue with science.

But I wasn't actually worried about her work efficiency.  I needed her.  I had promised to be her perfect angel, but that ship had sailed.  I ran upstairs and slid my panties off from underneath my dress, discarding them in the hamper.  It was just more efficient this way – there would be less clothes for Emily to work around.

I darted back downstairs to her office.  "Emily?" I asked, pushing through the doorway again.  "I was wondering, um-"  Damn, I thought.  I should have planned this out better.  "If, um-"

"Come here," she sighed.  Smiling, I padded over to her side of the desk.  She pulled me in by an arm around my waist, and settled me on her lap.  But she continued to look at the files in front of her.

I waited for her to say something, to look at me and recognize the want in my eyes.  Her eyes remained steadfast on the documents, leaving me burning for her on her lap.  I squirmed against her.  Couldn't she sense how badly I needed her?  Couldn't she feel the heat growing between my legs?

She paid me no mind as I continued to shift my weight on her lap in a useless attempt to get some sort of relief between my legs.

"Stay still, angel.  I'm working," she muttered distractedly.  I couldn't help but whine at the pet name.  She ignored the sound, her pen scratching at the paperwork as she continued to make notes in the file.

"Please," I whispered, my hips bucking.  My cheeks flamed in embarrassment at my need.  Still she said nothing, but her hand slid down from my waist and started trailing up and down my thigh.

I sighed and relaxed into her.  Finally, she was touching me.  Although it was slower than I wanted, I appreciated having her hands on me.  Lightly, her fingertips teased me.  Goosebumps raised on my skin at her slight, tickling touch.  One finger dipped under the hem of my dress, and I gasped.  Immediately her hand moved back down my thigh.

I bit my lip, impatient.  I didn't dare make another sound.  Mainly because I was scared any sound would cause her to stop, realizing I was being distracting, but also because I was embarrassed by how quickly she had turned me on.  Up and down, up and down.  She tortured me with her soft touches, her fingers slowly inching higher and higher.  It was crazy that I was so turned on, thinking only of her fingers, and she was completely unaffected.  Nothing broke her concentration.

Absentmindedly, her fingers slid higher and higher.  Her hand was completely under my dress while her fingers continued to caress my thighs.  When she finally traced the edge of my lips, I shuddered.  I tightened around nothing, desperate for those fingers to be inside of me. 

Almost as soon as relief had washed over me at the feeling of her fingers, disappointment followed.  Normally, Emily would gasp when she found me so wet for her.  Sometimes she would taunt me, call me desperate.  But as her fingers continued to play with my wetness, she stayed silent.  She remained focused on her case file.  I turned it into a game: stay as silent as Emily.

"Wait!" she exclaimed in shock.  Finally realizing, she dropped her pen.  "Where are your panties?!"  Innocently, I shrugged my shoulders.  "Naughty girl," she teased.  I shuddered again at her tone of voice changing.  "You really are desperate, aren't you?"  Finally.

"Yes ma'am," I whispered.  "I need you so bad.  Please."

Emily said nothing, but started sliding her finger up and down, spreading my wetness around.  When she circled over my clit, I couldn't help but whimper.  I rocked my hips into her finger, desperate for more pressure.

"Stay still," she repeated.  "I don't want to tell you again."  It hardly seemed fair when she had her finger on my clit, but I didn't dare argue.  I had tried for so long today to get her this far; there was no way in hell I was risking her stopping.

She picked up her pen, and her focus returned to the file in front of her.  Her fingers continued to play lazily between my legs.  I closed my eyes and leaned my head back on her shoulder.  This languid pace was not what I had wanted when I first came in here, but I was enjoying her touch.  I turned my head into the side of her neck, panting into her ear.

After several minutes of teasing, I couldn't help my hips from rocking again, a soft whine leaving my throat.  Immediately, a sharp sting jolted through me as Emily swatted my pussy.  I startled in her arms, but quickly settled back down, eager for her to start again.

But she did not replace her fingers.  Instead, her hand settled back on my thigh chastely.  I waited another beat before begging, "Emily, please!"

"I told you to keep still."  I huffed.  "I only gave you one rule."

"You feel too good," I whined.

"Then I'll stop."  She removed her hand from my thigh and circled her arm around my waist.  She pulled me close, holding me tight so it was hard to squirm around.

"NO!  Ma'am please!"

"Are you going to be my good girl?"  I spread my legs further and pressed myself down harder onto her thigh.  Her hand tightened around my waist.

"I'll try," I responded pathetically.  She scoffed, unimpressed by any answer that wasn't an immediate 'yes.'

Still, she did not move her hand back between my legs.  I tried my hardest not to squirm for more stimulation, but I was aching and dripping for Emily.  Her thumb brushed once back and forth, and I bucked my hips involuntarily.  "What did I tell you?" she asked harshly.  I could only whine, beyond desperate to cum.

I grabbed her hand and forced it back under my dress to my clit.  I circled my hips trying to get some stimulation.

She swatted my pussy again, and I hissed at the sharp sting.

"Bad girls don't get rewards," she chastised.  "Now get out of my office."

"Em, no please!  I'm sorry."  Panicked, I didn't know what to do.  I was so rarely in trouble; I so rarely broke her rules.  I slid off her lap and under her desk.  I looked up at her with those puppy eyes I knew she couldn't resist.  She wouldn't tell me to get out if I were getting her off.  "Let me make it up to you."

She said nothing as I unbuckled her buckle.  At first, I questioned whether she really wanted me to get out of her office.  She gave no indication otherwise – her eyes returned to her case files.  I rubbed her thighs over her jeans, my mind racing with self-doubt.  Just before I was about to push up off my knees and leave, Emily lifted her hips up for me to pull her jeans down.  I breathed a sigh of relief and immediately pulled them down.

I teased her thighs, sucking and nipping at them.  I teased her slit.  I teased until I remembered how impatient I had just been when she did the same.  But I was frustrated to get no reaction from her.  Her hips remained still, and her breathing remained even.  She was too focused on work.

I started to second-guess myself again.  I thought Emily enjoyed when I went down on her, but she was giving no sign that this was pleasurable for her.  Frustrated, I doubled my efforts.  I sucked at her clit and flicked my tongue against it.  I heard her breath catch, and her legs widened, pressing herself into my mouth harder.  I grinned and continued.

I slid two fingers inside her and started fucking her in earnest.  She moaned loudly, her hips sliding down to the edge of the chair to get a deeper angle.  I curled my fingers slightly and sucked on her clit again.  "God," she sighed as her head flopped against the back of the chair.  I looked up through my lashes to see her eyes fluttering shut.  One hand reached up to take her glasses off and the other wound itself in my hair, holding my head in place.  "That's it baby," she cooed.  "You feel so good."

Her hips started rocking steadily against my mouth, her fingers intertwined with my hair so tightly it started to sting.  I came to love that pull, the slight pain a reminder that I was making Emily Prentiss feel good.  "Keep going," she panted.  "Just like that – don't stop!"  Her other hand was gripping the arm of the chair so tightly, her fingers were nearly translucent they were so white.  She moaned again, and the sound raised goosebumps on my skin.  I did that to her.  "Fuck."

Her fingers relaxed in my hair, her body slumping against the back of the chair.  I lapped lazily at her, getting every last taste of her that I could.  "Mmm," she hummed lazily.  "That was so good, baby.  Come here," she said, pulling me up to her lap.  I settled myself over her, curling myself into the side of her neck while my legs flopped over the arm of the chair.  She squeezed my thigh and kissed me on the forehead.

We stayed together like that for a few breaths, relishing the silence and the peace of the moment.  She chuckled softly and asked, "You just can't follow the rules, can you?"

I smiled, a bit embarrassed.  "I tried, Emily.  I really did.  I just need you too badly."  The wetness between my legs an uncomfortable reminder that she had left me hanging.

Using the present tense reminded Emily that I was still being a brat.  She swung my legs to the floor and pushed me up, settling me over the edge of the desk.  The sudden movement as well as the force with which she pushed my front to the top of the desk pushed the air out of my lungs.  She flipped my dress over my ass and swatted quick and rough.  The echo of her slap rang around the room quickly followed by my hiss.  My head flopped to the desk, her paperwork now underneath me, long forgotten.  I moaned loudly at the sting on my skin when she spanked me in the same spot twice more.

"Didn't I tell you I just needed a few hours to work?  And then I'd be all yours for the evening?"

I moaned wantonly and pushed my hips back for more.  "You were-"  I moaned when she spanked me again.  "So distracting in here," I finished.

She wrenched me back by the hair, her front pressing so deliciously against me.  Right in my ear, she asked incredulously, "How?!"

Breathing heavily, nearly incoherent with need, I managed to respond breathlessly, "I knew you were in here.  And I knew I needed you."

Emily forced me back onto the desk and spanked me again.  I whimpered involuntarily, desperate for her to put her fingers inside me.  Without warning, she slammed two fingers inside me, eliciting a quick, shrill scream from me.  She set a relentless pace, pounding into me just how I needed it.  My nails scratched into the wood, desperate to anchor myself to something.

In no time at all, Emily had wound me up to my peak.  This is exactly what I had needed when I came in here.  "Yes, yes, yes," I chanted.  My body could no longer hold itself up; my muscles turned to jelly.  I slumped against the desk as she continued to rail me.  I could no longer push my ass back to meet her thrusts; I laid there and took what she gave me.  "Don't stop.  Please ma'am!  You feel so good."

"If you cum, are you going to let me work?"

"Yes!" I acquiesced.  I'd say anything to cum at this point.  "Please!  Please!" I begged, nearly there.

"Tough," she scoffed, pulling her fingers out.  I stopped breathing, waiting for her fingers to slam into me again.  When I didn't feel them, my mind spluttered, struggling to catch up to what was happening.  Her voice laced with derision, "I told you, bad girls don't get rewards."

I nearly cried, cum leaking out of me, all stimulation gone.  I heard her pull her jeans back up and the soft tinkle of her re-doing her belt.  She sat back down, leaned forward, and pulled me to sit back on her lap.  Mindless, confused, I complied.  I curled back into her neck, panting heavily.  I could feel myself leaking on to her jeans, and while I'd normally be embarrassed, this time was her fault.  She should have let me cum; her denial was putting me in a bad mood.

She rubbed my back for a bit and then said, "I need to work."  I huffed against her neck, a pout forming on my mouth.  "How about this, angel?  Let me finish these files and tonight, I'll take you to where we had our first date."

My ears perked up, and my heart skipped a beat.  I loved Marcel's, and I loved when Emily showed me off.  We hadn't been back since our first date.  Though the offer seemed like it was the best one I was going to get, I had to try one more time.  "I'm sorry, Em.  I just want you so badly."  I kissed the underside of her jaw, hoping to entice her to touch me again.

"Stop being a desperate brat and be my good girl.  Let me treat you later."  I sighed.  "But I have to work now."  Defeated and horny, I kissed her cheek and slid off her lap.  Her dismissal and denial was the hardest lesson I had learned to date.

Slowly, defeated, I made my way to the door.  As I was just about to cross the threshold, Emily stopped me.  "Oh and Indi?"  I turned back to face her, hopeful.  "Leave the panties off for dinner."

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[kmhappybunny240]

Mrs.Francesca Shelby

This is for @zablife 2k celebration. I based it off of the Hozier song Francesca. Hope you all enjoy. It's also great for spooky season. A little ghost haunting.

One shot. Thomas Shelby peaky blinders fandom

If someone asked me at the end

I'll tell them put me back in it Darling, I would do it again, ah, ah If I could hold you for a minute Darling, I'd go through it again, ah, ah I would still be surprised I could find you, darling In any life If I could hold you for a minute Darling, I would do it again, ah, ah

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Francesca Shelby stared down at Gina. The supernatural apparition took pleasure in Gina pain as she bled out on the stone walk way. Just below the balcony Gina fell from. She constantly felt the former Mrs Shelby eyes on her. That damned portrait . Telling her she didn't belong in this house. Didn't belong near her children. The evil bitch wouldn't leave her alone. She wouldn't even grant her a peaceful death.

Gina Nelson hated being married to Thomas Shelby. It was an arranged marriage by her uncle Jack. A bloody street war would have crippled her family and their hold in Boston. So she was offered up on a silver platter. Jack had a sister who would have been better suited but Gina had been going through a wild phase and was nearing thirty so it was decided for her. At first she was presented with Michael the cousin but his controlling mother pulled some magic trick with tea leaves and ran her out of Michael's home.

Then there was Finn. A foolish boy who was five years her junior. He was easy to manipulate. She fooled around with him a couple times and nearly got a proposal until some dumb girl named Billie showed up on his doorstep with a five month baby bump. Her uncle Jack nearly knocked Finns teeth out for the transgression that happened months before she stepped foot onto British soil. The next available Shelby male was Tommy oldest son Charlie but sadly he was too young. Only sixteen. The last man standing was Tommy. At least he was handsome and rich.

He charmed her some in the beginning of their short courtship. If you could call it that. Four dinners, two lunches, A tour of Birmingham, and a night at the opera . Where he proposed. She didn't understand what the story was. Something about lovers who were murdered by the woman husband and sent to a circle in hell. The lovers tried to find their way back to each other.

It was a tragic morbid story. Ripped away from your true love and suffering the ultimate punishment. Fighting your way through hell to be reunited. The emotions emitted from the stage got to Gina and Tommy she noticed. The small tear falling from the corner of his eye that she wanted to wipe away. A small ounce of hope bloomed strangely. She could reach him. As charming as he had been she didn't see his infamous steel mask fall once . Now there was a bit of emotion she could work with. She could get her way in the marriage.

As they were leaving the building he stopped her in the lobby. In front of hundreds of people. He gave her a great speech. She almost believed in his promise of devotion. The crowd whispered and few gasped were heard when he got down on bended knee. A gorgeous diamond was laid upon her finger. She said yes. Of course she it. She had rehearsed her reaction in the mirror several times. Coy shocked smile with a small hint of eye watering. Strangers of high society surrounding them, applauding.

Her wedding reception was a disaster. Gina would admit it was partially her fault. The majority was Tommy, his wretched Aunt Polly and those brats. All of their nasty behavior leading up to the wedding made her drink heavily at the reception. What sent her over the edge was that stupid Opera. It was his dead wife favorite. Polly made sure to dig that knife in her back soon as Tommy left Gina side. Polly told her of Tommy and his first wife getting married in London and sneaking into the Opera house when they were eighteen . The bastard tainted her proposal.

She doesn't remember much what happened after. She drank anything that was within sight. Sorted a few powdery substances and crashed into Charlie. Sent them both flying to the ground. Tommy had remained indifferent all day until his precious child was harm. Hell broke loose at that point. Tommy yelling in a different language, Uncle Jack berating her, that stupid kid staring at her through the door way. That was also her first encounter with the ghost of Arrow House. Mrs Francesca Shelby. Gina saw a woman with dark hair standing behind Charlie. Ada maybe? Her eye site was blurry and her head was starting to pound. A chill went down her spine, A whisper she heard.

"He's mine."

Then the woman was gone. She brushed it off because of her intoxication.

A month later she saw the ghost again. Giggling came from the forbidden bedroom. It was always locked. Only opened once a week to be cleaned by Mary the head maid. No one was to enter or they would face the wrath of Tommy Shelby. A few times late at night after visiting Tommy's bed she heard movement. Just her imagination is what Gina told herself. She didn't believe in all that magic and spirit crap the Shelby do.

"I wish papa could see you. He misses you so much."

Isabella, Tommy daughter, sat at her mother vanity brushing her doll hair. The little girl didn't talk much around Gina. An odd little thing. Now she seemed to be talking to thin air. Gina watched her through the door way hiding herself by the wall.

"I want to tell him but I might scare him. Aunt Polly would understand."

The girl looked up into the mirror and that's when Gina saw it. The dark haired woman. The one from the wedding and that god awful portrait. She was mimicking the girl movements with the doll. Gina was terrified. How was this possible. Ghosts aren't real.

"Leave my daughter alone."

Francesca locked on to Gina with palpable rage. Her eyes turned black then that Romani spilled from her lips. A curse it felt like. She was knocked into the wall and Mrs. Shelby was gone.

"I wanted to see mama. You know she lives in here."

Isabella cried in her father's arms. He scooped her up consoling his little girl. He handed her off the Mary . Gina hadn't realized the maid was next to her. She was too stunned.

"Don't you dare come near this room again. Understand?"

Tommy hot breathe fanned her face. Rage radiated off of him.

"Uh huh."

Was all Gina could get out. He pushed her out in the hall way and locked the door. Tommy jabbed his finger in her face.

"Never again."

He left her alone in the hall. What felt like hours was just a few moments of stand there is silence. A cough broke her out of the daze.

" My mother death broke him. He wasn't always so cold."

Charlie told her in sympathy, Having watched the small altercation. He never liked Gina. She was selfish, mean, and loved to spend money. She didn't make a big effort to get to know him and his siblings but in this moment he didn't believe she deserved that kind of treatment. His father was a very emotionally complicated man. His mom was the one who brought him out of his shell. She stopped the shovels and glued his heart back together. Tommy told Charlie once when he was younger. Francesca was the other half of Tommy soul.

After that night Gina became more paranoid. The noises got louder any time she passed the room. She could feel Francesca portrait eyes move and follow her as she climbed the grand stair case. Whispers in her ears when she was alone. Tommy wasn't helping her concerns when she voiced them.

"You should leave take a holiday. Visit your family back in America."

That's all he would say to her before leaving the house. She would see him sitting at the pond with a fire going. Small flashes of him hugging her. He was conjuring her up. That's why she was being tormented for months. This was his fault. She needed to put a stop to it. So she did or at least tried with gasoline.

Gina rummaged through the garage looking for the flammable chemical. Once she got her hands on the can she laughed. A mad laughter. Her sanity was being ripped apart at the seams. Angry whispers turned into screams as she got closer to the house. Her next stop was the kitchen. A sharp knife to pick a lock and matches. She pushed past several staff. Isabella crying in the background. Once she made it to the door she began to pick the lock. Violently, to the point of cutting her hand every time the blade slipped. Blood dripped to the floor but Gina didn't care.

The door popped open. Another unhinged laugh escaped her deranged smile. She stilled herself once she was in the middle of the bedroom. A beautiful bed with light golden silk sheets sat before her. She didn't get a full look the last time she was there. This should have been her room. Befitting of her status . Mrs Shelby. A large closet still filled with the finest clothing money could by. Multiple dressers with jewelry on top. French perfumes and makeup scattered across the vanity. The belongings barely touched.Jealousy coursed through her veins. This should be hers all hers. Not a shrine to the dead wife. As Gina set the matches and gas can down there was a noise in the bathroom.

Another room that made her angry. Luxurious claw foot tub ,marble sink , A built in shower.

"FUCK!"

A drinking glass fell on the ground shattering and scaring Gina. Cupboard doors flew open one by one. Laughter was in the air and it wasn't coming from her. She backed up to the sink when silence stilled the room.

"Why are you doing this? I haven't done anything to you."

Gina shouted. She felt a chilling breeze on her back. A slight cracking noise could be heard. When she turned around the blood drained from her face. The mirror was cracked and Francesca glared back. Her distorted face ready to kill Gina.

"This is my home. My family. GET OUT!!"

The mirror exploded and blew back onto Gina. Shards embedded in her skin. She tripped trying to escape slipping on her own blood. Screaming for help. She tried to open the bedroom door but someone locked it. She banged and banged. No one seemed to hear her. A fierce tug on her hair sent to to the ground. The ghost was on top of her strangling her.

"Please st. Sto op. Plea." Gina tried to plead struggling to get her words out.

"Nothing will separate us. Not you. Not death. Not even the heavens or hell. Tommy will always be mine." Francesca screamed out in anguish. Gina fought scraping at the hands around her throat. Suddenly the pressure was gone and Gina could breathe. She was writhing on the floor as air filled her lungs. She felt pain all over body and she tried to rise to her knees. The balcony doors opened with a slam as Gina crawled to the exit.

Gina face hit the hardwood as her leg was grabbed. She kicked and kicked. The ghostly hands had a deadly grip, dragging Gina towards the balcony. She dug her fingers in the floor scratch marks following. Screaming her throat raw.

"Stop it Please. I beg you please."

Snot and tears covered her face. She felt the cold stone on her flesh. Stars filled the sky. It was oddly peaceful. She was picked up. Her hair entangled in Francesca fingers.

"You cursed yourself on your wedding day. I warned you. He is mine."

Gina floated in slow motion. A dream like feeling before excruciating pain entered her body. Blood filled her throat. Choking her. She couldn't move. She was frozen and losing consciousness. Shouts for help could be heard in the distance. The evil ghost looked down on her with a wicked smile. Another dark figure passed through her. Tommy. Francesca holding Tommy . Caressing in a lovers embrace.

"I still love you in death. Nothing can separate us."

As Gina bled to death , Tommy continued holding his wife. His other half. His true love. She should have know nothing good could come from a marriage to a man who was able to conjure up his dead wife.

"I will crawl my way out of hell for you. My beloved Francesca."

That was the last thing Gina heard before her eyes closed forever. Much to Tommy and Francesca pleasure.

[the-cult-of-russo]

Do Me Damage (Part 4)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: cursing, angst, mentions of drugs. 

A/N: This is it for now guys, but I promise I'll get around to finishing this at some point. I've got so many stories on the go right now, it's crazy. I can't keep up with myself lmao

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Over the next month, you'd ended up spending time with Billy with the rest of the group and you became closer to Karen. Billy had obviously told Frank everything, who in turn told Karen. And with you working together, you became closer to her and even opened up yourself. She was always super understanding about the whole thing and whenever she invited you out, she would be clear if Billy would be there or not. You'd been out for drinks with the gang and even at some little dinner parties Karen liked to host at her place. Curtis and Micro were always super nice, as was Sarah when she'd attend. You became close with Frank too who'd taken on an almost older brother role. Something that Billy would sometimes seemingly get jealous of, making passive-aggressive comments. You'd started to think Frank was doing it on purpose to push his buttons. It was a little comical to you though and it gave you a bit of satisfaction at his jealousy. Leanna would also sometimes be there and she was always giving Billy the cold shoulder. You'd tried to ask her to be nicer but she'd told you as your best friend it was her job to be a bitch to him until she felt like he didn't deserve it anymore. To Billy's credit, he'd really been trying to win her over since he knew how much she meant to you. You'd not hung out with him alone and things were still a little awkward between the two of you, but it did get a little easier with time and you'd become part of the group easily and you felt like you fit well with them. Sometimes Billy would tell the group stories about some of the things you'd both gotten up to back at the group home. It would always hit you with a wave of nostalgia and those times, it was easy to forget about everything that happened and it would almost feel like he'd never left. Despite the time that had passed and how both of you had aged and grown, he was still the Billy you knew underneath it all. 

You were sitting at your desk feeling exhausted. You and Karen had been working on something about the Italian mob and it was hard and draining work. It was rewarding though knowing you were uncovering things that might help make New York safer for everyone. It was lunchtime but you hadn't stopped to get food. You were too busy looking through some information you'd gotten and furiously making notes. You heard the door knock of your shared office with Karen but you didn't look up from your notepad.

"Come in," you called out. When the door opened you glanced up, doing a double take when you saw Billy walk in. He was in one of his pristine suits and he gave you a smile as he shut the door, moving to Karen's chair and wheeling it over to the other side of your desk. Karen wasn't in work today because she'd gotten sick so you'd had the office to yourself.

"What's that?" You asked curiously as he put a paper bag on the desk. He gave you a rueful smirk as he shrugged.

"Open it and find out," he replied vaguely. You opened the bag and felt your mouth water as you saw your favorite sandwich from the nice little diner down the street. 

"I have a feeling you didn't just come here to feed me," you snorted before taking a large bite of the sandwich. Billy got his own sandwich out of the bag as he settled deeper in his chair.

"What? I can't just visit a friend for lunch?" He asked wryly. 

"Well yeah, but things are still a little awkward with us so this is a bit weird," you said bluntly with a smirk. He chuckled as he nodded, glancing from his sandwich to you.

"Alright, I wanted to ask you somethin'," he admitted sheepishly. You felt nerves bloom in your belly having no idea what it might be. You blinked at him for a moment as he ate a bite of his sandwich before he spoke again. 

"So, I'm hostin' an event tonight, a gala. It's a charity thing. Frank was supposed to come but he's busy lookin' after Karen so I wanted to know if you'll come with me. I think you'd be a better fit for the charity anyway," he said carefully. You were a little caught off guard by the invitation and you didn't know what to say for a moment.

"What charity is it?" You asked curiously as you tried to buy time to figure out what to say. 

"Bright Futures," he replied without looking at you, eating more of his food. You were a little surprised but also not at the same time. Bright Futures was a charity that helped kids in the system. You and Billy had a very bad experience in your time growing up, Billy worse than you. Part of you wouldn't think he'd be interested in a charity that would remind him of that. But you also knew the charity was working hard to help kids like you and Billy and working hard to abolish abuse that often took place in group homes. It made sense he'd want to help stop other kids suffering the same fate he had. Now you knew what he meant when he said you'd be a better fit for the charity instead of Frank.

"I've never been to a fancy event before but sure, I'll go with you," you said, making him look at you with a shocked but bright smile. You had a feeling he needed support for this. He could easily go alone to something like this, you knew he'd attended events alone many times before because it wasn't really Frank's scene. But the fact he wanted someone there and knowing his past had you thinking he needed someone to lean on while there and hearing things that might conjure up unpleasant memories. You thought it might also help with re-bonding with him. You'd been slowly building your friendship back up but it still wasn't solid like it used to be.

"Really? You'll come?" He asked, almost like he expected you to take it back the moment you'd said it.

"Yeah. I don't have a dress or anything though so I'll need to get one," you murmured thoughtfully. 

"Don't worry about that, I'll take care of it. I'll pick you up at 8," he grinned. He tossed his sandwich wrapper in the trash before he stood up. With one last smile, he left your office and you sat there feeling slightly bewildered. 

You got home around six and not long after, someone knocked on your door. It was a guy with what you presumed to be a dress in a grey bag on a hanger and a box. You were pretty sure he was one of Billy's guys after he told you 'Mr Russo' told him to hand deliver them to you. The shoes were expensive and the dress even more so. You could have easily afforded them yourself and you weren't sure how to feel about Billy buying them but you knew Billy. You knew he felt like he owed you since you were doing him a favor by coming with him. He hated being in debt with anyone, even for small things. You were considering paying him back even though you knew he'd put up a fight. The dress was a black ball gown adorned with deep red lace accents. It made you feel like a princess. You spent time making your hair look nice and your make-up before picking some simple but elegant jewellery to go with it. You felt odd dressed like this but you kind of liked it. It wasn't every day you could play dress up and you were enjoying the novelty. It was just after you'd finished getting ready that you heard another knock at the door. A quick glance at the clock told you it was dead on 8 pm and you made your way over to the door and opened it. You'd seen Billy in his fancy suits for work quite a bit. He'd changed a lot since you'd last known him since he now had money but you'd gotten used to seeing him dressed all fancy. However, you weren't really prepared to see him wearing a tux. He'd always looked handsome no matter what he wore but this was almost overwhelming and you felt a weird sensation in your stomach like a flock of wild birds were trying to get out. 

His dark eyes swept over you for a moment, his lips parted yet no words coming out. 

"You uh… you look beautiful," he murmured softly. You felt your cheeks heating up a little at the compliment and you smiled shyly.

"Thanks, so do you," you smirked wryly, making him chuckle and lower his head bashfully.

"Shall we?" He asked, holding an arm out to you. You nodded before grabbing your clutch and taking his arm. The ride there was filled with small talk, the air between you still somewhat strained and weird. Especially since there wasn't anyone there to act as a buffer. He spoke to you a little more about the charity. You found out that while Billy often attended these kinds of events, Anvil would sometimes host them too, mainly raising money for charity. It was also really good for networking with the people that would attend. You'd been a little shocked about how involved with charity he seemed to be but only because this new CEO Billy had been a completely different person to the Billy you used to know in your mind. But clearly, he hadn't changed all that much. Billy always helped people out in his own ways when he was younger. From kicking some guy's ass at the group home because he was picking on a younger kid and making him cry to helping old ladies walking across the street. 

You'd wanted to ask him about Bright Futures and how he became involved with them but you didn't feel like it was your place. Not anymore. You used to be able to ask him anything without a care and it made you a little sad. When he pulled up, he got out and ran around to your side to open your door for you. You shot him an amused look as he smirked and you took his arm again. The valet took his keys and you walked inside. The place was large and the architecture was pretty, it was decorated nicely and everyone there was dressed to the nines. Most of the women looked like models and it made you suddenly feel like you were nothing more than a little girl playing dress up.

"There's a lot of people here. Fancy, beautiful people," you muttered with a frown as your eyes darted around. 

"C'mon… We're easily the most beautiful people here," he smirked. You snorted and glanced at him as he gave you a toothy grin. Before you could say anything, he let go of your arm and swiped two glasses off a tray as a server walked passed. He handed one to you and you sipped it, you weren't surprised it was champagne. 

"You don't gotta worry. We need to just make the rounds and stuff and then we can go and hang out at the bar or somethin'," he explained. He looked at ease here, standing tall in his tux with not a single strand of hair out of place. You on the other hand were sipping your drink as you shifted on your feet. This wasn't your world and you weren't used to it. 

You followed him around as he spoke to a bunch of people. He introduced you as his best friend every time and you'd be a liar if you said it didn't make your heart beat all funny when he did. It felt nice. You'd met a range of different people. Other CEOs of various companies, people that worked in the government and people involved in the charity. Most of them were nice, albeit a little snobby for the most part, but Billy had a natural charm that made all the conversation easy and the champagne he kept supplying you with also helped. You'd met someone high-ranking in the CIA too and Billy told you how he'd just signed a contract with Anvil that was important and would really help the business. You'd played along with polite smiles and small talk, trying to act like you belonged here. You knew this was important to Billy. 

"Russo! Quite the event you have here," a blonde man grinned as he walked over. He was wearing a tux too although he had nothing on Billy. He looked somewhat familiar and it itched the back of your brain as Billy shook his hand.

"You know I don't do things half-assed," Billy smirked widely, moving to stand closer to you with your arms touching.

"And who's this pretty little thing?" The guy asked. His eyes wandered your body in a way that made you uncomfortable and you felt Billy's body tense up next to you. 

"This is Y/N, my best friend. Y/N, this is Terry Winters. He's the CEO of a tech company," Billy said politely. You heard the tension in his voice though.

"Nice to meet you," you offered with a small smile. 

"The pleasure's all mine," he smirked, holding a hand out to you. You took it despite not wanting to, something about this guy rubbed you the wrong way. He brought your hand to his lips and placed a kiss on it that made you bite back a remark. They started to talk business as you stood there sipping on your drink before the CIA guy walked over. You couldn't remember his name nor his rank. All this business talk was making your brain melt.

"Mr Russo, sorry to interrupt but I have some people I want you to meet," he said with a smile. Billy nodded and you knew this was important business stuff. You weren't looking forward to standing around and not understanding any of it but you were happy for him. He'd worked hard for this.

"I'll see you later, Terry. Business calls," Billy said ruefully.

"No worries. I'm sure Y/N can keep me company until you're done," he grinned. You squinted, Billy glancing at you and back at him as he hesitated for a moment. 

"Go. It's fine," you murmured softly. Billy didn't look happy about it but a look over at the group of men waiting for him had him nodding tensely. He gave you one last look before he left with the CIA guy. 

"So… how are you enjoying the event?" Terry asked, snatching another glass from a tray as it went past. It was for him though, not for you.

"It's nice. Billy worked really hard and it seems like it's going well," you replied politely with a smile.

"Yeah, Billy knows how to throw a good event. Can't wait to leave though, I'm only here for appearances. All this talk about these kids bores me," he chuckled. You pursed your lips and tilted your head as you looked at him.

"Bores you? It's a charity event," you stated flatly. You had a feeling this guy was an asshole but it seemed you underestimated how much.

"Come on, like I care about these kids. They're doomed anyway. They all grow up to be messed up adults and blame their issues on the fact they were in the system. Let's face it, they were doomed the moments their mommies and daddies didn't want them anymore," he snorted. You felt like someone poured ice-cold water all over you, his words twisting uncomfortably inside of you. You presumed he had no idea Billy himself grew up in the system.

"I grew up in the system," you said with a quirked brow. He looked shocked for a moment before he burst out laughing. 

"Of course you did, I'm not surprised. You think I don't recognise you? You used to sell drugs for Tony. I gotta say, I'm surprised Russo picked you to come with. He's usually here with models, not dirty drug dealers," he smirked wickedly. You didn't even know what to say. His words bit at you and you felt anger washing over you, you wanted to chew him out but you wouldn't embarrass Billy that way. You knew you’d recognised him from somewhere. It was funny how when the rich wanted a fix they’d go to the ‘dirty drug dealers’ and have no qualms about it.

"I'd say it was nice meeting you, but that would be a lie. I hope I don't see you again," you said coldly with a fake smile before walking away to the bar. You hated how his words hurt you. You knew he was being an asshole and you weren't ashamed of your past or the fact you used to be a drug dealer, it was just part of your story. But for some reason, his words upset you and you didn't like it. You stood at the bar stewing in your anger and misery as you sipped on some cocktails. You wanted something stronger but getting drunk wouldn't do anyone any favors. While Terry's words directed at you hurt you, what annoyed you more was the way he talked about the kids who grow up in the system. You knew from experience it was hard, growing up without parents and in places that oftentimes were abusive. These kids needed help, not being treated like they were burdens or just doomed because of circumstances that were out of their control. 

By the time Billy came over to you, you were slightly tipsy and just as angry and upset.

"Sorry, took longer than I thought. Might have a few new contacts though," he smiled as he sidled next to you and ordered a whisky. 

"It's okay," you shrugged as you sipped your drink. He glanced at you for a moment and you felt his gaze burning into you.

"What's wrong?" He asked. When you didn't answer, he shifted and grabbed your chin so you'd look at him. He frowned deeply, his eyes narrowed a little. 

"You mad at me for leavin' you with Terry? I know he's an asshole but I-" he started apologetically, but you cut him off.

"I'm not mad at you. And yeah, he's a real asshole," you muttered. He dropped your face as his drink came but he kept looking at you.

"He do somethin'?" He asked lowly. You didn't want to cause drama so you shook your head as you toyed with the glass in your hand.

"Y/N," his voice held a warning tone to it and you heaved a sigh. As you told him about what Terry had said about the charity and the kids in the group homes, Billy's face was thunderous. But when you told him what he'd said about you, his face turned murderous and he was clutching his glass so tight you were surprised it didn't shatter in his hand.

"I'm gonna kill him," he growled, setting the glass harshly on the bar before he stormed off.

"Shit," you hissed, following after him the best you could, tipsy and in heels. 

"Billy, don't. This event is for the kids, remember? Don't ruin all your hard work for a piece of shit like him," you pleaded as you got to his side and grabbed his arm. He turned to look at you and you saw fire dancing behind his almost black eyes. You weren't sure if you'd gotten through to him or not but he started stalking off again, in the direction of Terry and a few other people.

"Fuck," you groaned, once again following after him.

 

"Winters, you need to leave," Billy said harshly as he got near the group. Terry looked confused before amused as he closed the distance between them.

"What?" He laughed.

"You heard me. Leave before I do it by force," Billy warned dangerously. Terry tilted his head before he looked at you and laughed again.

"Oh, I see. She told you what I said. Come on, man, don't be such a baby. Like you care about a dealer’s feelings," he smirked. Billy looked ready to punch him and you gripped his arm tightly. You felt him relax ever so slightly at your touch. You really didn't want him to lose his temper and Anvil to suffer for it. Billy took a looming step towards Terry and you stood there rooted in place. 

"Get the fuck outta here before my guys do it for you," Billy growled menacingly. Terry scoffed, eyes darting between you and Billy.

"Fine, didn't wanna be here anyway. Especially with the company you keep," Terry grinned maliciously. You watched carefully as he left and Billy stood there staring at him go. Once he was out of the building Billy seemed to relax but only a little. 

"I'm sorry," you frowned as he walked back over to you.

"Don't do that. Don't apologise for that asshole, you didn't do anythin' wrong," he muttered. He took your hand and led you back to the bar. A few people had witnessed the interaction but no one seemed bothered by it thankfully.

"I just didn't want to start any drama," you sighed once you got back to the bar. Billy was silent and tense as he drained his drink before ordering another and it made you feel on edge.

"Are you mad at me?" You asked warily. His head snapped to you then and he shook it.

"Nah, only mad I didn't get to make him bleed. He's got no right talkin' to you like that. Your past ain't somethin' to be ashamed of," he huffed. 

"You didn't seem to think that when you ran into me that day," you pointed out carefully. He scoffed and shot you a glare.

"That's 'cause I thought you were forced into it and it was my fault. It was a shock seein' you again, I don't judge you for what you did," he explained. While you didn't need his validation, it did feel nice to hear that from him. His reaction to your previous job had upset you even if you did understand why he’d have an issue with it. 

"I uh… I just didn't like the position you were puttin’ yourself in. Bein’ around criminals and drug users. A pretty girl like you in a situation like that… It’s not good news. I need you safe and away from harm, away from bad people," he shrugged.

"I'm not some damsel you need to save, Billy," you said lightly. 

"Yeah, I know," he chuckled. He raised his glass to yours and you clinked your glasses together with a smile.

The rest of the night passed without drama or more assholes. It was mostly you and Billy at the bar reminiscing over better times. It was nice and you felt like some of the walls that had been dividing you both had been chipped away. When the event was over, he drove you home and walked you to your door despite you telling him there was no need.

"Thanks for comin' with me tonight," he murmured softly as you both lingered outside of your door.

"Don't mention it. Congrats on the money raised," you smiled. His event had raised a crap tonne of money for Bright Futures and you were proud of him. 

"Thanks," he said softly with a smile. You were caught slightly off guard when he leaned down and wrapped his arms around you. It wasn't as weird as the last time he'd done it though. 

"We should hang out just us more often," he murmured as you both held each other for a moment.

"Yeah, it was fun," you grinned as you moved away. There was a moment where you both lingered there before you unlocked the door. 

"Goodnight, Y/N," he said quietly as he watched you open the door.

"Night, Billy," you replied, giving him a smile before you slipped inside. Despite the incident with Terry, you'd had a lot of fun with him and you missed hanging out with him. You felt more hopeful that maybe things could get back on track with you both with more time. He'd changed but he hadn't all at the same time. Deep down he was still the same Billy you knew and loved. 

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Her Song part 21

Me: I did it. I threw him out.

Ash: Fucking finally. That son of a bitch deserved it. Ash: Are you okay though?

Me: Yeah, I'm good. I just wanna take a nap.

Ash: Text me if you want me to come over &lt;3

I sigh and put down my phone, rubbing my temples to soothe the tension that has built up there. Syd is curled up next to me on the couch, sound asleep as Shrek plays on the living room TV.

My phone rings and I hurriedly answer it to avoid waking Syd. "Hello?" I answer it quietly.

"Hi, I'm calling from Dr. Lancaster's office. Is this Ms. Y/L/N?" a young woman asks. She's probably a nurse.

"Yes it is." I carefully get off the couch and move to the kitchen to avoid disturbing Syd.

"Dr. Lancaster listened to your voicemail and would like me to inform you that everything is probably fine. We're happy to do a checkup just to be sure, but we're booked pretty full right now. The earliest we could get her in is the middle of next month."

I scoff before I can stop it. "Next month? Are you serious right now? I am telling you something is wrong and you can't even squeeze her in until next month?"

"I'm afraid there's nothing more we can do. But Dr. Lancaster asked me to assure you that your daughter is perfectly fine-"

"Respectfully, Dr. Lancaster is a pretentious douchebag who doesn't know shit. I'll find somewhere else to take her," I snap, ending the phone call.

I look into the living room, seeing Syd snoring softly on the couch. My breaths come heavier as tears prick at my eyes. I slide down to the kitchen floor and put my head in my hands, failing to slow the panic overtaking my chest. Something is wrong. Something is wrong. Something is wrong.

My phone rings. I'm worried it might be the nurse calling back to chew me out, but I check the caller ID and answer faster than I'd like to admit.

"Florence?" I breathe into the phone. I suppose my voice must be weaker than I realized, because concern instantly pours from her voice.

"Y/N? What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, it's just, um," I pause to hold back a choked sob. Don't do this. I cannot be doing this right now. Sydney is fine. Everything is fine.

"Y/N, darling, talk to me. What's going on?" her soothing voice hums through the phone.

I pause and take a deep breath. When I speak, my voice is quiet. I think it's because I don't want to speak these words aloud. "Sydney has been really sick for a while now. I don't know what's going on, but something is wrong. Her doctor says everything's fine and won't get her in for an appointment. I'm just freaking out a little. It's fine."

"Darling, it's not fine. You're scared, and that's okay. We're going to get Syd to a doctor, and she's going to be perfectly fine. I promise," she assures me. "You'll keep her safe."

"Thank you, Flo. I really wish you were here right now." My heart skips a beat at the realization of the confession I let slip.

"You have no idea how much I want to be there with you. Soon, okay?"

She sounds so sure. So strong and so caring. Like nothing in the world could make her devotion waver.

"Okay."

"I'll call you later. I have to go. Bye, darling."

I mumble a reluctant goodbye and she hangs up the phone.

Syd stirs on the couch, and I instantly recognize the way her face scrunches up in pain. I wet a washcloth with cold water and lay it on her forehead , then kiss the crown of her head.

I change the TV to Netflix and spend the rest of the day on the couch next to Syd.

At some point that night, a song pops into my head and, for hours, I can't get it out. Flo would like this song.

I haven't given her a song recommendation in a long time. Maybe I should just text her. No, that's too clingy.

Oh, fuck it.

Me: I think you'd really like the song "Brand New" by Public Library Commute. It's been stuck in my head all night.

Ten minutes pass. Then fifteen. Then twenty. Then an hour. Then two. I begin to overthink every little interaction we've ever had, chewing the inside of my lip as I think of the stark contrast between being ignored and her caring words earlier.

She finally answers and I try to act cool, but the way I jump up to check the display bruises my ego.

Flo: I just listened to it and it's soooo good!! I love it so much!!! Thank you, darling :)

I smile at the message, but don't open it. Because I'm petty.

All of thirty minutes pass before I pick up my phone again to respond. I may be petty, but I'm also weak when it comes to beautiful women.

A knock on the door interrupts me as I unlock my phone. I look over, seeing that Syd is still asleep. I roll of the couch and jog to the door. When I pull it open, my jaw drops.

"Hey, stranger," Florence greets. With a smirk on her lips and a sparkle in her green eyes, she looks so damn...kissable.

Boyfriend. She has a boyfriend.

"What- what are you doing here? You're supposed to be doing a photoshoot!"

"I had more important things to attend to. May I come in?"

"Uh, yeah, of course," I stumble. She enters the apartment and I close the door behind her, my mouth opening and closing as I try to find the right words. "When you say 'more important things' what...what do you mean by that, exactly?"

"Well, for starters, there's this woman. She's beautiful. And smart, and strong, and independent. And she's hurting," Florence whispers as she steps closer to me. "I needed to be there for her. I want to be there for her. So here I am. If you'll have me."

She looks so determined, so sure that this is what she wants. But are we thinking about the same thing? Because I'm thinking about how goddamn soft her lips look, and for all I know, she could be thinking that she just came here for Syd.

"Florence, I don't- I don't know what you mean."

She sighs, shaking her head and looking to the ceiling to search for the right words. She finally looks back into my eyes with such sincerity it nearly knocks the breath out of my lungs.

"I'm done with this, Y/N." My heart stops. Done? "I'm done with pretending I don't feel unfathomable things for you." My heart beats a little faster. "I'm done acting like I don't want to kiss you breathless every time I see that goddamn smile of yours." My heart skips a beat.

"Florence, I...what about Zach?" I whisper, tears welling in my eyes. "You have a boyfriend, Flo. I can't be the other person."

"You would never be the other person, Y/N."

"But that's what I would be, right? You'd still be all Zach's, and I'd be left wishing you could be mine."

"That's not what I'm saying. Zach doesn't matter anymore-"

"How can you say that?" I scoff, my eyebrows furrowing. "How can you say your boyfriend doesn't matter when you're talking about kissing me-"

"For God's sake, Y/N, will you just shut the hell up for five seconds?" she snaps impatiently. "I broke up with Zach weeks ago, you adorable dumbass."

...Broke up? She's single?

"Oh," I breathe.

[morganwrites12672]

Lincoln Campbell x Reader

Summary: Lincoln comes home drunk, again, which leads to an argument.

Warnings/Tags: Lincoln Hunter x Reader, Angst with a happy ending, female!reader, alcohol is mentioned, Lincoln is drunk for part of the story, arguing

A/N: Requests are open! Feedback and reblogs are appreciated!

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It was half past three in the morning. Lincoln was no where to be seen. You had called him over a dozen times over the past few hours. Left countless texts and voicemails. He hadn't responded or done anything to let you know he was alive, not in a ditch somewhere. Or worse.

A loud bang outside made you jump as you made your way to investigate. After opening the curtains and looking outside, you see Lincoln's figure stumbling over his feet, fumbling with his keys.

He was drunk. Of course he was.

You sigh and unlock the door before opening it for him. He stumbles into the house and you can smell the stench of Vodka on him.

"You could of called," you scoff at him. He had no right to play with your feelings like this. You didn't know how much longer you could handle it.

"God, why are you so controlling?" He half slurred. You could see little sparks of light dancing around his palms.

"I'm not controlling Lincoln, I just want to know you're safe when you come home five hours late," you say.

You didn't think you were controlling. You didn't care if Lincoln wanted to go out without you. You just wanted to know he was safe. Especially when he swears to be home at a certain time and is hours late.

God knows what could of happened to him. He could of been found out and experimented on. You might not of ever seen him again, with no explanation as to what happened.

"You always expect me to let you know every little thing I do!" He yells. God, his anger was the main strain of your relationship. Any time he was drunk he would bitch about every little thing.

"Fine. If that's how you feel I'm not going to sit here and argue. I'm going to leave," you say calmly before going to pack enough for a night or two. Maybe more.

All you knew was that you couldn't deal with this anymore. You couldn't handle his temper, or his drinking.

You heard Lincoln saying some form of apology but you ignored him as you finished packing your bad and left the house. You didn't hear the door open to follow you.

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It had been one week. One week since Lincoln made the biggest mistake of his life. Since then he had been sober. One week sober wasn't much, but it was better than one day or being drunk.

He walked up to your apartment. The one you had rented out for the month. Lincoln didn't think he had upset you that much. But then again, he was to drunk that might to remember much.

He knocked on the door and your tear stained face greeted him before trying to slam the door. He stuck his foot out to stop it. He had one chance.

"I told you Lincoln-" he didn't let you finished the sentence before his apology poured out.

"I'm so sorry. I stopped drinking. I'll stop forever if it means I can get you back. I swear," Lincoln said.

You frowned before walking away. Lincoln followed you inside. You looked at him.

His hair was disheveled. He looked like he hadn't slept in a week, but you didn't smell liquor on his breath.

"You get one more chance. One more," you emphasize your last two words. Only one chance.

"You won't regret it, I promise," Lincoln says before wrapping you up in a hug. He felt warm, like always

You hug back. It'd been way to long until he came back. You had been secretly hoping he would come back.

The road to him staying sober would be a hard one, but one you were willing to journey along with him.

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PT.3

PROMISES, PROMISES

it's been four months since my mother left and I started living with jason. it was hard at first, being abandon by the only partent I had left in this world but jason made sure I had everything I needed. at first it was hard to get out of bed in the morning and it was even harder to eat. but jason took care of me, like he's always done. he made sure I ate what little food I could stomach and he held me close as I cried on his shoulder then he'd wiped my tears and tell me how much he loved and cared for me, he promised me that he would never allow another person to hurt me like my mom did.

I haven't fully gotten over my mother leaving, who would. but life goes on and there's more important things I need to worry about. like surviving.

jason and I have fallen into a rythem of our own. we usually woke up in the afternoon due to our nightly activities that lasted well into the morning if the loot was good. we'd eat breakfast infront of the T.V. while jason's mother slept. when it got late enought we'd head out to strip some cars.

stripping cars put easy money on the table even though most of it went to jason's mother. which I don't mind because she's letting me stay with her. I feel like I owe her and jason everything, if it wasn't for them I'd be on the street or worse.

things were going great until jason's dad showed up. from what jason has told me his father would disappear for monthes on end and pop back up when the money ran dry. I guess the money ran dry because there he was sitting at the table stuffing rice and chicken down his throat while jason was staring daggers into his father not bothering to touch his food in a small protest.

I was worried about jay, he hasn't said a word since we came home and saw his father sitting at the table with a beer infront of him. he didn't say anything when willis. jason's father, ordered us to sit and he didn't say aything when willis glared at me, like he was wondering if I had always been here or just popped up.

the room was silent expect when catherine would let out a small chuckle. her eyes where low like she was about to fall asleep right here at the table and she rocked back and forth like she was soothing a baby.

she was high out of her mind no doubt thanks to willis. "who's the kid" he asked nodding his head towords me. "that's y/n. she's going to be staying with us for a while" catherine said slow like a sloth. "what, she's your little girlfriend or somthing?" he asked jason. but still jason said nothing. willis slowly started turning red. he didn't like being ignored and his face showed it. he looked like an ape who didn't get a banana. "Oh so you don't know how to speak now huh? last time I was here you had a lot of mouth on you and now you're quiet."

"why are you here?" jason asked clenching his teeth in anger. willis slammed his hand on the table. "I don't have to answer to you! I'm the parent here." "you're an ass." I said without thinking. everyone in the room paused, it felt like even the cars outside stopped and fell silent, waiting for something to happen. "the fuck you say!" willis stood up so fast his chair fell backwords. everything else happened in slow motion, jason quickly standing up from his chair and getting in front of me just in time for willis's fist to connect with his jaw. jason stubbled back and I saw red. I jumped on willis clawing his face with my nails I always forget to trim. willis was surprise at first but he quickly regained his wits and pushed me off of him. "you fucking bitch!" he yelled wiping off the small droplets of blood from his cheek. "don't touch him!" I yelled jason pushed me behind him incase his father came at me again. "you fucking bitch." he said again while wiping more blood. "I'll get you for this. you'll learn sooner or later who runs this house" he said angerly but thankfully he didn't do anything. instead he put on his shoes and walking out the door, making sure to slam it behind him. jason sighed in relief "jay, are you ok?" I asked he nodded, turning around to face me. "for now, I think so."

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Willis made our life a living hell. he took back the only room in the apartment, forcing jason and I and sometimes Catherine if he was being extra shitty, to share the couch. he would beat on jason every time he saw an opportunity and when I would get involved he would beat me too and if that wasn't bad enough, he started taking the money we earned. every dime of it. there wasn't a place we could put it that he wouldn't find it. it's like he knew every hiding spot that had ever existed in the apartment.

I don't know what he did with the money but I know what he didn't do. pay the bills, because three monthes into him being here we got a eviction notice saying we had a week to get out. "what are we going to do jay?" I asked staring down the the big red letters. he held the paper tightly in his hands. he was angry. at the paper, at his father and at the world. "I don't know" he whispered. "it's going to be ok jason." I said taking his hand into mine. "we'll figure it--" I was cut off by willis yelling "get your ass in here!" he sounded both scared and out of breath. like he was running a marathon in the room.

jason and I shared a look of concern before running to the room. when we got there willis was on top of catherine doing chest compressions. there was foam around her mouth and she was slowly turning blue. "fucking help me!" willis said I snapped out of my trence and ran to the house phone. I dialed 9-1-1. "911 what's your emergency?" the lady asked in a montone voice. "my friends mom is ODing we need help." I cried into the phone. "ok. what your address honey?" I quickly told her the address and apartment number. "ok do you know if she's breathing?" "No I don't think she is. she was turning blue but my friends dad is doing chest compressions, but I don't think it's working" she hummed "ok the police is on the way now, can you open the door for them?" I ran to the door and opened it before running back to the phone. I could hear jason and willis yelling at each other but I couldn't make out what they were saying. it's like my brain went numb with adrenaline.

willis stormed out of the room, his face was red from anger or saddess I didn't know. "where are you going?" I asked. he seemed startled by my presents like he forgot other people in the world existed "I-I. take care of him you're all he has left." he said before walking out of the apartment. I didn't know what he meant all I knew was that I need to be with jason. "I have to go" I said the the operator. "wait, no you need to sta--" I hung up the phone going back into the room. jason was crying over his mother unmoving body "the police is on they're way. they're going to save her." jason shook his head. "she's dead." his voice was small and weak. "jay. we-we have to try. Ok?" he didn't say anything, he just stared at her. I sighed and got on the bed next her catherine. I didn't know how to do chest compressions but I knew from the office I had to maintain 120 beats a minute. "ah, ha, ha, ha stayin' alive. stayin' alive." I repeated it over and over again until a deep voice called out. "Police!"

"we're in here!" jason yelled. two officer and three paramedics rushed into the room. "you can step back, we got it from here." a lady said coming to my side. jason and I backed away and watched while the paramedics checked her pulse before shaking her head. "how long has she been like this?" one asked. "30 minutes or more. we're not really sure." I said trying to keep a level head for jason. "can you take them into the living room?" the lady asked the police officers. they nodded and lead us into the living room. "do you know what kind of drugs she's taken?" an officer asked. we shook our head no. "I think she does almost everything." jason said. he had a far away look in his eye like he was in another universe. "and your father?" we shrugged. "he left ten minutes ago." I answered "and what's his name? maybe we can find him"

"willis todd." I answered again. the officer nodded before leaving the room. the room was silent. except for the sound coming from the room. I don't know what they were doing but I don't think it was working. I gripped jay's hand hard when the noise in the room stopped and catherine was wheeled out on a stretcher. "what's going on? what's happening?" jason asked jumping up from the couch. "I'm sorry kid but your mother is gone." and just like that jason and I were truly alone.

the next few weeks were a blur. they took catherine away, I have no idea where. I don't know where they take the already dead people. do they still take them to the hospital? or somewhere else. willis showed back up that day and was instantly cuffed and taken to jail. the police claimed they had a warrent out for his arrest, something about petty crimes and we were homless. the property manager came that friday with the police. we barley had time to pack our clothes before we were shoved out. the police didn't care about the two kids being put out of they're home, they never did.

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the little money we had from the cars went to a motel we were staying at and food. it was rough but we made it work. as long as we had each other everything would work out. "we have enough for ceral and ramen." I said counting the money we got from greg. "the rest goes to the hotel." jason groaned as he flooped down on the bed

"I hate this"he said. I flopped down on the bed next to him. "I know but we're making it work. I'm proud of us." he laughed "us? you do all the work" I shook my head in disagreement "we're a team. you strip the cars and I make sure we eat, a team." I intwined our hands together. we were all each other had left. both our parents are gone now, either dead, in prison or never to return. it was hard, but we made it work. or atleast we tried too. suddenly jason sat up from the bed "did you hear? batman caught two face" jason said with sudden excitment in his voice. I rolled my eyes gettin up from the bed. we needed to start getting ready to go out but knowing jason he's going to talk my ear off while I get dressed.

"greg told me that he was made in a lab by a mad scientist, who got bored one night. he told me batman is half bat half man." I said. jason made a face of distaste. "that old fool. he's not half man. he's a bat that's the size of a man and he wasn't made by a scientist. he accidentally fell into toxic waste or something." he said rolling his eyes. "that doesn't make any sense jay. why would he fight crime then if he's just a bat? and what about robin? he's oviously a boy." "of course he's a boy but he was also bitten by batman and now he has weird powers" I rolled my eyes as I put on my shoes. "come on it's time for work." I said throwing his shoes at him.

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we've been walking up and down alley ways looking for any car worth stripping but so far nothing. drug dealers? yes. prostitutes? also yes. but cars that doesn't look like it'll break down turning the corner, so far no. until we turned down a dark alley and just sitting there was THE batmobile. "oh shit!" jason cursed. we ran over to the car, to addmire it. it was nice and shiny and freaking amazing. "this can't be real. is this real or am I dreaming?" I asked jason. suddenly jason pinched my arm. "ow!" "nope not dreaming. now do me." I pinched his arm as hard as I could. "ow!" he said rubbing his arm "nope, not dreaming" he glared at me but it didn't take long before he was smiling again. "let's steal batman's tires" I looked at him like he was crazy but the more I thought about the more cool it seemed. I smiled and grab the jack. "let's hurry before he gets back" I said.

surprisingly it didn't take long for us to get the first tire off. "greg is going to flip when he see's this" I said as we loaded the heavy tire onto the wagon. "come on let's get this to greg before we get caught." I said pulling the wagon behind me.

I pounded hard on the rusty metal door. "ok. ok. what do you want" greg said. he looked like he just rolled out of bed. "greg! look. look what we got." I said rolling the tire into the shop. "what is it?" he asked voice all groggy "a tire. off THE batmobile" I exclaimed. that seemed to have woken him up because he immediately put on his glasses to inspect the tire. he took his time, going over every little detail "well shit kid. how the hell did you get somthing like this?" he asked "found the car in an alley-way when we were hunting. so how much are we getting?" jason asked "well for my faviorte customers, I'll give you a thousand." I rolled my eyes "those rich boys you sell to will pay top dollar for this tire. try again." I said. greg laughed "ok, you got me there. how about five?" my eyes widen "five thousand?" greg nodded "sold!" jason and I said together. after getting our money we were going to head home when suddenly jason stopped. "let's go get another one." I just stared at him. "just hear me out, we got five thousand for one. one! if can get at least on more we'll be set." it would be nice to not have to worry about finding good cars to stip or having to pay for the motel for a while. "ok. but one more." his smile widen. he grabbed my hand and we ran back to where the car was.

"ok let's make this quick. we dont want to get cau--" I stopped a tall black shadow stood next the car. "oh shit" I cursed. I looked at jason who nodded.

jason and I took off running. heavy footsteps could be heard behind us. he was most definitely following us. "crap. he's gaining on us!" jason yelled. "we need to split us! I'll meet you back home" I said. jason nodded before taking a quick left down and alley-way. I heard the heavy footsteps falter before following jason down the alley. "come back to me jason. I need you" I wispered. I was out of breath when I finally made it home. I ran all home not stopping until I saw the old, dirty motel I called home. I stayed up late waiting for jason to return but to my horror he didn't return.

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sorry for the mistakes. I hope you liked it.

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The Unbridged Truth Part 1

We used to be close, but people can go From people you know to people you don't And what hurts the most is people can go From people you know to people you don't (Selena Gomez)

It's always been need to know. The truth is it dates back before the divorce. Carla always had the noose around someone's neck. I Found a picture one day when i was being a snoop. Nick had this metal box and i was curious. In the box was a picture. the divorce papers and deep inside i knew carla still had hands around nick. There was no going to her so i called my grandmother and she told me the entire truth. That the picture i held was of barbara and in her arms was patricia my sister. There's a story that when christmas came around like all children they are asked what they wanted. Each time i wanted a sister and the entire time she knew patricia was alive. I don't think my blood history was need to know as was told to me. I think they didn't trust her with the truth. I'm the exception because there blood runs threw my veins. It's hard on me because i don't know who carla is anymore. People can defend her and say she was trying to only protect me. There's a good chance she was but the reality is trying to protect me, lying to me only hurt me. The divorce papers were signed in agreement but most of it was aimed at nick. He wasn't there for her it writing claimed, he didn't love her enough. There is not many who know that i have seen the actually court documents. Nick was just a victim. In the end he saved my life threw love and thats how i know that those documents were bullshit. She was not a hero but a greedy bitch wanting out of a promise and hop on another dick. My stepfather was two faced with his fist and she was two faced with her words.

The family didn't speak so my disorder's went unchecked. Who carla molded me to be was never who i was and nick followed because he honestly loved her. There's this puzzle that is in the shape of a block. It had these holes that were triangle,square,circle,hexagon and pieces that fit those holes. That box was my life and i was a circle and they tried to put me into the hexagon. These past two months iv met people who only confirmed the reality, and the past three years lifted my head. So sitting across from her from the table at the cheescake i had to remind myself nick still loves her, the money she hands we need. I'll never trust her and i just wanted to teach her a lesson. Teach her what it's like to mess with someone's heart like a puppet straight into the table. How's the blood taste, how's the betray feel, how does it feel to be fucking useless. Give her a taste of when she abandoned me each day, chose him over me her daughter and what she did to my father. It hurts to say i love her, because she's a fucking monster but i can't help it. I Can say like my stepfather i hate her. My calls at the hospital were not sincere, they were me just going threw the motions. It never was her i called first but last. I see my place in this world, see i have a place in it.

My own monster was a product of there fucked actions. My actions were my own and i take responsibility for them. If i hurt you i'm forever sorry. It was there betrayl, there ideals,the self righteous ignorance that in turn created the monster in me. It was watching kids getting picked up at school by family knowing inside my own was dead. It was thanksgiving at grandma's and he sat once were my father sat. It was the abandonment and need for affection that burned into me. I Lied to people just so they would stay, lied to them to be the center of attention. Manipulating the situations in my own favor. After jessica i did my best to cure myself from this curse. The chains that bound me are gone and i'm just screaming, it feels like i took 3 to the chest. They wanted me to stop, they feared me and for good reason. I'm not going to stop till everyone's accounted. They should have thought about this when they opened there mouth, before they chose violence. I can remember what you can't, i can remember the word's, the incidents. My weapon is truth, i'll bring the truth out and let people make there own opinions. So now that iv told the truth about carla what's next? I Don't know honestly. I Do know that i hope my darrell is proud of me. I'm his only offspring. The blood that runs threw these veins was a gift. That jessica where ever she is has a smile on her face and nick i hope i live up to being your daughter. I'll be write more takeing out more slugs, the more i release the more weight is off my shoulders. I'm not honestly happy about this but in the end it's survival. I'm tired of being the victim.

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Okay wow, that is crazy.

Fair's fair, I promised you factory drama.

So I work in for a tiny little company that makes pleated paper window shades and markets them as "no tool install!" Which means that you hang them with industrial strength double-sided tape.

- So we've got the pleaters, which are old and cranky and varying levels of pissy about their settings (from "moderately high" to "nuclear") and also varying levels of cooperative once you get the (hopefully, supposedly) "right" settings (from "perfectly" to "begrudgingly" to "as soon as the mechanic looks away, YOU'RE DEAD.")

- Then there are the tape machines (you feed the shades into them, they apply tape to the top, with sensors telling them where to start and stop taping), which are all horrible filthy gremlin children whose only purpose in life is to stuff themselves with tape boogers and paper dust and CAUSE PROBLEMS.

- And there's a pair of pistons that push shades from one conveyor belt (that runs through the tape machine) to another, wider conveyor belt where we pull the shades off and package them. The pistons are controlled by a sensor, and GOD HELP YOU if that sensor gets dusty (on line 1, it ALWAYS gets dusty) because then it will misfire and leave the pistons hanging out in the way and cause a jam.

...still better than when it was having electrical problems and spent a couple months getting slowly worse, until you couldn't go five minutes without the damn thing jamming. Luckily our senior mechanic had a spare and was able to replace it.

(We love our senior mechanic, he is made of magic and wizardry.)

Okay, so we have five lines, and the pleaters are numbered in the order the company got them, oldest to newest. They each have their own little quirks, and our mechanics try to repair away the worst of these, but then they develop new ones. It's a fun, never-ending cycle.

Number 1: she's like a retired neighbor lady who's on every committee and chairs every social group in town. She's old, and she wants things done Her Way, but by god, she will work your ass off. She only runs at 350-385 pleats/minute, and if her speed dial went any higher, I'm sure she'd want to run faster than that. (We train new cutters - people who run the paper pleaters and cut the shades - at 200-250. 320-350 is about normal everyday speed. For years, I've been BANNED from running any of the pleaters over 400.)

- 2 is a shitshow and I'll come back to her.

- 3 is cooperative ONLY if you're running the regular width paper. If you're trying to run the extra wide paper (which is terrible and everyone hates it, not just the machines), #3 will wad absolutely everything and then sulk. This is a problem, because 2, 3, and 4 are the only machines which can run the extra wide paper (1 and 5 are smaller), and 2 and 4 are both needed to run the single packages that we do everyday, so #3 needs to be able to run the extra wide paper when we need value packs. But NOOOOOOO, 3 says "fuck your paper." Also, 3 wants to run at the approximate speed of greased lightning ALL THE TIME, and if you can't keep up, that's just too bad.

- #4 is a good bean who likes all the paper, isn't *terribly* picky about speed or settings, and is generally a joy to work with. Her speed dial reads a little different than everyone else's (570-620 for the same speed range), but that is a SMALL price to pay.

- 5 used to be called the Cadillac. Four years ago, when I started working there. It used to run smooth as glass, at any speed, from 200 to 500, with no hitches or hiccups even if you changed the speed in huge jumps.

Then it went through puberty.

Now, 5 is a surly bastard with shrieking brakes, who runs at 280-300 (330 on a *GOOD* day), who broke her pleater drum THREE TIMES in as many months. I wish I was joking. They never should have parked her next to #2 last time they rearranged the factory, that was a BAD IDEA...

Speaking of #2...

That Godawful, Horrible, Motherfucking Bitch and her Legendary Amounts of Chaos

- she is the most psychotically over-sensitive machine in the entire factory. In the city. Possibly the state. One tiny, invisible, microscopic change in her environment, and she flips out. And ruins all her paper.

- her speed dial used to be so sensitive that you would BARELY TOUCH IT and it would fly 30 +/- whatever speed you WERE going

- at the same time, if you changed her speed by more than 10, she would instantly wad all her paper

- if you did not grab her paper from EXACTLY the same spot on the table EVERY time (thus keeping the amount of paper very very constant)...anger. Ruined paper. 10+ minutes of coaxing her into cooperating. AGAIN.

- the one time a trainee mechanic was stupid enough to drop a roll of paper (they weigh over 1,000 lbs) too close to her and it ROLLED INTO HER, OH GODS she *immediately* lost her shit and it took 40 minutes and both mechanics to calm her down.

- when Jose (then our head mechanic, now retired) took a few weeks off (he's one of the VERY FEW people this pleater actually LIKES), she FLIPPED. HER. SHIT. And did this.

Girl, your paper does NOT go on the floor, cut that shit out. (I was cutting that day, and I remember FREAKING OUT because all the paper just suddenly...disappeared...wtf... Yeah, we had to call Jose to consult on that one.)

- if she doesn't like you, she'll eat her paper...AKA feed it in the wrong away so it gets jammed underneath her and you have to meticulously pick it out before you can start over.

- she spent more than a year with a warning sign, because it was easier than trying to fix her

(Meaning "you WILL load her paper so it feeds from the BOTTOM of the roll, not the top of the roll, or so help you god, she will ruin everything you love and then you'll end up fixing her paper anyway." Ask me how I know.)

- one time the mechanics rebuilt her because she'd been having problems, and she ran WORSE. They tried absolutely everything for several months, but finally had to rebuild her a SECOND time.

- when Jose finally retired and moved away, #2 waited about three months for him to come back and then ATE A MECHANIC. (Okay, technically she just chewed up his fingers a little, but he needed surgery and PT and three weeks of worker's comp. He does still have all his fingers - and can use them - so good job surgeons!)

It was on a Friday night, the last shift before Halloween, and she ran better after he bled on her. I wish I was making this up, none of us want to work with Stephen King.

- these days, the head mechanic has to come in early and start her running *special* just to make sure that she's pleating the way she should. She also refuses to run below about 380-390 (which is fast but manageable).

- the one night my shift (night shift) had to run her, we didn't have the head mechanic there because it was THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING NIGHT, HE'S ASLEEP AT HOME, so she refused to run below 500. Like a BITCH.

- when he finally came in, he was like "what speed are you running that at?!?" And I (because I'm the only one fast enough to *almost* keep up with her at that speed) answered "500 🙃🙃🙃 we can't get her to go any slower or she messes up." "We usually run it at 380. Which is still fast, but. Here." And two minutes later, she's purring along at 380, no problems.

So yeah. The pleaters are crazy.

Love small town drama. The Starbuck's near me closes down early because they can't keep staff (local dude keeps saying 'its because they unionized frowny face' and I'm like... if the manager is a piece of shite then the union didn't cause the walk-out, darlin') and someone was asking the facebook group where to get a cup of coffee.

Someone said, emphatically, 'Don't go to (local joint.)'

Local joint in question being very much a queer positive environment and specifically where all the queers hang out.

'Ok, why?'

'Neither me nor my friends go there and haven't since 2020 because they asked me to keep my mask on while all the other restaurants had lifted the mask rules and that was the final straw.'

... well.

....makes me wonder what the other straws were.