#I'm protecting you can you PLEASE return the favour

[cheekygirl2309]

20 Years of Friendship and Cons

MasterList

Chapter 2

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Readers best friend, Danneel (Mentioned) Jensen’s Kids, Clif, Jared Padalecki (Mentioned)

Warnings: Mentions of Panic Attacks, Nightmares, and a lot of tears

This is a work of fiction and does not depict real life. Jensen is Married in this Story but on the verge of Divorce from Danneel.

All work is my own, please don't take it or use it, Reblogs and likes are appreciated.

As we reached the green room, Clif motioned for us to enter. When we entered Jensen was sitting on the floor with back against the couch and his head between his legs trying to breathe. “Jensen it’s Y/N, you’re safe. I’m here with you. Here, breathe with me.” She placed his hand on her chest as she took a deep breath in. Jensen matched her breathing as he felt the steady beat of her heart. “You're doing great Jensen, now can you tell me 5 things you can see?” 

“You, Shannon, the door over there, the water bottles on the table, and my shoes.” You nod and smile, “Good,now 4 things you can touch.” “Your hand, the carpet, how itchy this sweater is right now, and the couch behind me.” Good, let's keep going, 3 things you can hear.” “Your voice, the people outside, and Clif in the hallway.” “Really good Jensen, we're almost done, 2 things you can smell.” Your perfume Y/N, the fresh coffee.” Jensen you're almost there, now 1 thing you can taste.” “My spearmint gum.” 

“You did amazing Jensen, how do you feel now?” “I feel okay, calmer, but I also feel like a complete fool. This never happens in public, my panic attacks happen when I'm alone or at home. I'm sorry you had to see all that, and you had to deal with it, with me,” Jensen said as he kept hitting the pillow in front of him. “Hey, look at me Jensen, it’s normal to have panic attacks, both Shannon and I have them too. That’s actually one of the reasons why Shannon and I are best friends. We both ground each other and help each other through the panic attacks. If we can be your person Jensen, we will always be here for you. You don’t need to be angry or upset with yourself Jensen for having a panic attack.” You whisper as you slowly take the pillow from him. “I just don’t understand why, I’m a good father aren’t I? Why does she want to take the kids from me?”

“Honestly, we don’t know why she’s doing this, but what we do know is that JJ, Arrow and Zeppelin have an amazing father who loves them with all his heart, and would do anything for them. Who would protect them from harm or hurt, and would drop anything that he was doing to be there for them when they needed him.” “If we had to take a guess as to why, she could be jealous of the bond you have with kids because she doesn’t have that same kind of bond.” 

“Now, do you feel okay enough to return to the stage with Jared and finish the panel?” “I think I will be okay, but can you and Shannon stay at the side of the stage? I don’t want you too far from me.” “Of course we can, Jensen we will be right there waiting for you.” “Let’s get you back to the stage,” You said as you offered him your hand, helping him up. 

About 30 minutes later the panel had finished and Jensen made his way over to us, “I have a favour to ask both of you. I don’t think I can be alone tonight. With everything going on I need someone there to make sure I don’t drown in panic attacks. Would you two be willing to stay in my room tonight? I know it’s a big ask, but Jared has his own thing tonight with Gen and the kids. I don’t want him to have to choose between me and them.”

“If it’s going to help you sleep and stay calm, then it’s not a problem, we will stay in your room tonight, right Shan?” “Yes, of course Y/N.” “Thank you both, you don’t know how much this means to me. How much this makes me feel better and gives me a sense of comfort.” “Jensen, you have been our rock for years, and we will be yours now.”

Shannon and I finished up at the convention and decided to head up to our room, to shower and put on comfortable clothes before we headed to Jensen’s room. “Y/N, this whole thing with Danneel taking the kids and leaving him, has really hurt Jensen. I have a feeling there will be more panic attacks tonight and not much sleep.” “We just need to make him comfortable and remind him that he’s safe.” “I guess we should head across the hall to Jensen’s room. Are you ready Shan?” “Ready than I’ll ever be.” Shannon says as we head across the hall.

Jensen seemed to sense us coming because he opened the door just as we reached it. “Thank you for coming and staying with me tonight. My head is not in the right space to be alone tonight. This whole thing with Danneel leaving and taking the kids has me seconding guessing everything right now. So it’s better that I have company tonight. Okay, come on in and get comfortable. We can order room service and just talk.” “That sounds like a good idea Jensen, we are here for you.” You said as you and Shannon make your way inside and set your stuff down. 

Once everyone was settled Jensen placed a room service order for a bunch of appetizers and stuff. “How did you two meet, become friends and stay friends for 20 years?” Jensen asked curiously. 

“Well, Shannon and I met after I commented on one of her fanfiction stories she wrote about you. I fell in love with it and commented and then she responded.  That led us messaging each other then later exchanging phone numbers so we could text. What really connected us was how we’ve both dealt with some of the same struggles. That’s when we realized we were meant to find each other. We’re there for each other and we became instant soul sisters. You Jensen were the main reason we met and we’ve been friends ever since. It’s been 20 years since that day.” Y/N said as she smiled with a few tears falling. “You both wrote fanfiction about me? Was it at least good?” Jensen asked with a sly smile.“Oh yeah, it got lots of views and likes,” Shannon answered.

About 20 minutes later, room service had finally arrived, “Wow Jensen this is a lot of food.” “I got enough so we could snack. I hope that’s okay.” “Yeah, it’s perfectly fine Jensen. It’s good to have variety.” As we snacked on the appetizers, Jensen’s phone started ringing. It was a FaceTime call from his kids. We sat quietly and let him answer the call. “Hey Jaybird, what’s going on? Is everything okay?” “Yeah daddy everything is okay. Arrow, Zeppy and I wanted to hear your voice. We miss you so much, and all momma has been doing is yelling at everyone. When are you coming to get us Daddy?” JJ asked with tears in her eyes. “Daddy and momma have some things to sort out before I can come and get you three. I hope it will be soon though. Daddy loves all of you to the moon and back and that will never change. I promise you that. So, how’s school going Jaybird?” “I had a big math test, but I passed it, and Amber and I have a play date tomorrow,” JJ said with a smile. “How about you two Arrow and Zeppy, what’s new?” “Zeppy and I are going to Macie’s Birthday at the Aquarium,” Arrow said while giggling. “Jaybird, I’m so proud of you for acing that math test, and Arrow and Zeppy, that sounds like so much fun. Well, my babies, daddy has to go now. I will call you tomorrow when I get done with the convention. I love you guys.” “Bye Daddy,” all the kids say. 

“The kids seemed happy Jensen. They really do love their daddy,” Shannon says with a smile. “Yeah, they seemed better than the last time I talked to them,” Jensen said with a smile. “Y/N, Shannon, I think I want to try and get some sleep. It's been a long day, if that’s okay.” “It's okay with us. Shannon and I will be in the other room if you need us.”

Shannon and I were relaxing in the other room for about 2 and a half hours, when suddenly we both heard panicked breathing. We rushed into Jensen’s room and found him sitting up on his bed holding his chest with tears running down his cheeks. “Jensen, you're safe, we are both here. Can you match my breathing? Good, you're doing it. Everything is going to be okay. Just breathe Jensen.” After a few moments Jensen had calmed down and was resting quietly. We stayed with him for the rest of the night, keeping watch and making sure he knew he was safe.

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hello I'm alive. after 4 years, covid finally caught me. all told it's been a very mild case. main symptom: fell asleep for a calendar week. I will update various things tomorrow.

[sanjifucker42069]

OPLA!Sanji x Reader - Blowin'

Word Count: 4.6k

I cut down some of the less, y’know, important stuff (the plot lol)

Warnings: oral sex (m!receiving), fem!reader, awkward first times, awkward af, the reader is a dipshit. I’m ngl this isn’t one of those cute first time fics where virgin!reader is suddenly a sex goddess, you are legitimately an idiot. As usual, written with a plus size!reader in mind.

Sanji finds out you’re a virgin. You suck his dick. Congrats!

Sanji was going to fucking lose it. Out of all the possible scenarios Sanji never once considered Nami would take you out to a bar to pick up guys. He brooded as he nursed his drink, Zoro rolling his eyes at the display. Sanji just growled. Usopp looked between them.

"How about another round? 'Nother milk Lu? Hey Sanji, why don't you come with me? I saw some hot chicks up at the bar."

Sanji just shook his head brooding. He looked to where you stood with Nami, laughing at some guy's jokes. He felt stupid at how jealous he felt.

"Hey, Sanj, man. Nami isn't gonna reciprocate y'know?" Usopp offered lightheartedly. Zoro scoffed from next to him. 

"It's not about Nami for once."

---

When Sanji's eyes found you again he saw you alone with the same guy, nursing a drink. Now that Nami was gone he could see the atmosphere had changed, you didn't seem happy like before. He watched as the guy said something and you shrugged halfheartedly. The guy then proceeded to wrap his arm around you. Sanji had known you long enough to see how uncomfortable you looked. Anger flared in his chest. The final straw was seeing the guy trying to tug you out of the booth to leave. You looked so defeated, it hurt. He began stalking his way to your booth.

"C'mon sweetcheeks, let's leave this dump."

"I'm good thanks, I should get back to my friends."

"I already told you bitch, we're going. I didn't spend all this time fucking around to go home empty handed. You're lucky I even stayed once your hot friend left. I'm doing you a favour, so hurry the fuck up."

"No, I really don't want to." You began, the man snarled, grabbing your wrist.

"It wasn't a question. You owe me. I don't go for ugly, but a hole's a hole, and from the back you're probably passable."

You had tears in your eyes from embarrassment. This whole trip was a bad idea. You wish Nami would come back. As the man tugged on your wrist harder you heard that gorgeous voice ring out. You tried to hide your face so Sanji wouldn't see the tears in your eyes. That last thing you wanted was for the crew to think you're weak.

"That's no way to win hearts Sunshine. So uncouth, and frankly, disgusting behaviour."

"Who the fuck are you? How about you mind your own business?"

"And watch such a beautiful lady be treated that way?"

"Beautiful lady my ass. The only thing you can know for sure about girls like this is that their pretty pussy is untouched." The man barked out a laugh causing you to wince. He snaked his other arm to cup your breast over your dress. You saw something flash in Sanji's eyes. "And I know I'm gonna really enjoy these."  

You squirmed, before biting the man. He howled in pain, releasing his hold on you. You quickly made your escape, rushing to cling to Usopp and Luffy, crying. You felt pathetic. Embarrassed that all eyes were on you.

Sanji saw red. You blinked back tears as you called out to him. Sanji was protective of all of you, but he seemed especially so of you. You knew it was because he saw you as some kind of little sister. "It's okay Sanji. Really, let's just go home. Please."

"No." He fixed the drunk man with a freezing gaze. "You dare touch someone so out of your league? I asked you nicely to piss off, but now I'm going to fucking kill you."

Before you could react Sanji had kicked the man in the chest. You watched as he began ruthlessly kicking and stomping the man, muttering profanities and sentences you couldn't understand. With a final stomp he huffed. Zoro finally pried Sanji away. You saw Nami returning, fuming. If you weren't so traumatised by the night you would have laughed at how Zoro pried Nami away too, holding the two brawlers by the scruff as they fought against it, looking like wet cats.

You don't remember how you got home. You remember Usopp covering you in his coat and dragging you out of the bar. You remember apologising to Usopp, crying that you needed to go back. The last thing you remember was Luffy running to join you, scooping you up and starting the walk back to the Going Merry, you, falling asleep in his rubbery arms.

---

"Ah my dear, you're finally awake. I made you something to eat."

You smiled tightly at him, thanking him. The way you played with your food tugged at his heartstrings. You looked so mournful. He pulled up a chair, sitting backwards on it, gripping the backrest. 

"C'mon lovely, don't make me have to feed you myself." He winked. Your lips twitched upwards performatively. Sanji frowned. "Look (name) about last night-"

"I'm sorry."

Confusion. "What?"

You cringed inward. "I'm....I'm sorry I ruined everyone's night."

"You didn't ruin anyone's night, that good for nothing prick did. Don't understand why you'd even go for a guy like that to be honest." He added bitterly. You frowned.

"I wouldn't normally. Everything moved so fast. He seemed nice...It was too late before I realised it's because he wanted Nami." Silence. "Once Nami left, I, well, I didn't want to cause a scene."

"So, what? You were just going to let him take advantage of you?"

You jolted, shocked. "No! No, I- there was no way he was going to-” 

“(Name), love, I know you can be a bit naive but-”

Your voice was small. “He said so himself! He..." you trailed off. "He didn't 'go for ugly girls'. And besides…he was right."

Sanji frowned, angry at the world. How could anyone make you believe that you weren't beautiful? That you didn't deserve some guy trying to take advantage of you? He took a deep breath, steadying his resolve

“There's no such thing as an ugly girl (name), and if there was, I can assure you you're not one of them.”

“Not that.” Sanji took in how you winced, trying to make yourself seem smaller.

What?

Sanji felt the wind knocked out of him.

You're a virgin?" He asked, clearly shocked. You bristled with embarrassment.

"Well...yeah, but I understand how it works! It's not such a big deal, I mean...I've just, I've never had the chance."

"Have you ever...y'know, at all? Not even a handy?" You shook your head. He flushed, you were completely pure.

He felt slightly sick at how his perverted thoughts twisted that. He could be your first, ruin you for all other partners. He could be the one to take your innocence. His cock twitched at the thought. Shame flooded him. You were his friend, his, admittedly, very cute friend. He shouldn't be thinking about you this way. His mind was racing with all the obscene thoughts he'd ever had, the deviant things he dreamed of. He was disgusting. You were too innocent, he'd felt guilty before, but now he felt like he was defiling you just by thinking about you.

You took his silence as pity and pointedly looked away from him, taking a deep breath.

"It's not like I don't want to. I do. But, ugh, it's so silly...no one has ever shown any interest. I'm not exactly a goddess like Nami."

"Darling, I don't believe no one has ever shown interest." He offered a smile. Gods if you only knew how badly he ached for you. How hard you made him. Now wasn't the time for him to blow your friendship over him thinking with his dick. You were being vulnerable.

"I don't need your pity Sanji. It's okay. You don't have to give me the 'everyone's beautiful in their own way' speech. There's more to me than my lack of experience! I'm a good fighter! I have talents, I don't need to be pretty. Just, sometimes, it'd be nice.". 

This wouldn't do. He had to try to fix this. He took your small hands in his, trying not to lose his breath at how warm they felt. Swinging them lightly, he stared into your eyes.

“You are a beautiful girl, you deserve way better than some kind of bastard like that. Men are pigs (name), you shouldn't trust any of them."

"I trust you."

Sanji froze. You peaked up at him shyly. He looked conflicted, and that caused you to smile sadly, misinterpreting the look. You withdrew your hands, fiddling with them in your lap. "I didn't mean that you should take one for the team Ji, I just meant that, well, I trust you. I don't think you're a pig."

"You shouldn't trust me." He lowered his voice. You stared at him, clearly taken aback. "I'm just as bad."

"No, you-"

"No. I'm an absolute pig darling. You aren't that dense surely."

You frowned. "Sure you flirt a lot with other girls, but that's just you! It's charming, non-threatening. I don't see you acting like-"

"I flirt with you too!" He tried, clearly exasperated. You smiled.

"Exactly! You make cute comments to me, and call me cute things like darling, but you're just naturally flirty."

Sanji groaned. Your smile slowly faltered. Sanji screwed his eyes shut. "I'm not 'just naturally flirty'...I mean, I am, I suppose, but I'm actually trying to flirt with you. I thought you were just being polite, but are you really that dense?"

"I....you are?"

"Are you kidding me?!"

"But, I'm..." You gestured to yourself. "You're more friendly than flirty to me?" 

"You're too innocent, it's not like I could just waltz right up and tell you that I think you're hot, can I?" He bristled. 

You felt electricity surge down your spine. Hot? Sanji thought you were hot? Sanji? 

Sanji took your silence as disgust. "See! That's exactly why I couldn't tell you."

"You think I'm hot?" He nodded. Your grin spread, hurting your blushing cheeks. Your eyes sparkling. "You think I'M hot?!"

"Yes, okay!" He sounded almost angry.

"Sanji, you're gorgeous! I'm too awkward. Too fat. Too plain. I'm not a model or some kind of beauty. And you're telling me someone as handsome as you, thinks I'm attractive!? And I-"

You stopped, really thinking about what he said. "Innocent? I....well I suppose. I'm not that innocent though."

Sanji's nostrils flared. "Not that innocent? Please love! You prance around in those low-cut tops and shorts in front of everyone, thinking that they ain't gonna go ballistic? You're too trusting of men, thinking that we aren't all beasts inside."

You laughed, still riding the high of his praise. Sanji snarled, banging his fist on the kitchen table. "No! It's true. You think someone doesn't see the way your tits look and salivate? You don't think you would make anyone insane? You don't think I got so fucking hard when you told me you're a virgin?"

He froze, blood turning to ice, clearly regretting blurting out that last bit. You stared at him, eyes round with wonder. He avoided your gaze, cringing at what you said next.

"I...I make you hard?".

"I'm sorry (name), that was very ungentlemanly of me. I didn't mean to say that last part." 

"But you did." He felt warm hands prying his open and playing with his fingers. He flitted his eyes up to see your face red, staring at him with your eyes practically sparkling with mirth. "God, I've wanted you to fuck me for ages, and now you're telling me you've actually wanted to this whole time?"

Sanji stiffened, cock twitching. He ached painfully. He felt parched, throat burning. This had to be a joke. "You...what?"

"Yeah. Fuck. I, mean, the clothing was purposeful at first, I wanted you to notice me. I had no idea it was working though, haha!"

"WHAT!?"

"Yeah, I thought you knew? You never noticed I only wore those kinds of clothes when you were around? You never noticed how I tried to cling to you in the kitchen? I just assumed you knew and thought I was gross, so I pulled back." You laughed. "Did you seriously think that because I'm a virgin I can't think sexually?"

"But you've never-"

"You've never said anything raunchy to me like you do to other girls. I thought you saw me as a little sister. It'd be weird if someone you saw like family told you they want to suck your dick."

"Fuck." He hissed. 

"Oh this is too good! Have I been torturing you?" You laughed, running a hand up his arm. "You must be so frustrated."

"You have no idea." 

"I could help you." 

Sanji groaned. "You can't say things like that."

"Oh." You pulled back, back to being timid. Even if it was at his expense, Sanji felt the loss of your confident persona. Fuck he really was a masochist, wasn't he? "I, um, I'd need you to guide me. But if you did want help, I'd like to be the one."

"God, you have no idea what you're doing to me." He heard you giggle lightly. He opened his eyes to see you biting your lip, staring up at him through thick lashes, a blush adorning your chubby cheeks. He throbbed.

"You could show me? I promise I'll be gentle! Please Sanji? Can I pretty please touch your dick?"

Sanji felt like he was going to explode from how cute you were. 

"Fuck. Please."

You squealed in excitement, jumping up from the table, both his arms in hand. He wanted to laugh at how innocent you looked, but instead he felt a lump in his throat. You didn't notice, pulling the seated man into an awkward, crushing hug.

"C'mon! C'mon what are you waiting for? Let's go!" 

"Go where?" He laughed at your eagerness. "In case you haven't noticed darling, we aren't exactly alone."

The way you deflated was comical. What wasn't was the wicked glint that formed in your eyes. Sanji gulped, that was never a good sign. He watched as you quickly dashed out of the kitchen. Sanji looked around, confused. Minutes passed. He got up from the table, moving over to the kitchen island, hiding his lower half behind the counter, lest one of the crew wandered in. He sighed, willing his boner away. 

Bang!

The door flew open. Sanji jumped. There you stood frantically in the doorway. Your hair a mess, breathing heavy, and that wicked glint set on him. He watched as you closed the kitchen door, taking a chair and boarding the door. You grinned, stalking towards him.

No. There's no way.

"We aren't going to be disturbed." You were practically vibrating in excitement.

"What? No. Not in the kitchen. We. Eat. Here." Sanji hissed. You peeked up at him, lip pouting. 

"Please? I'll make sure there's no mess left." You pleaded. 

No mess? Sanji closed his eyes and groaned when he realised what you meant. You were going to be the death of him. When he opened his eyes you were in front of him, staring at him shyly. He startled.

"Can I kiss you? Or is that too far?"

Too far? He wanted to cry. You really had no idea what you were doing to him. He bent down. You grinned. He wrapped an arm around the back of your head, pulling you closer. You tipped your head up. He smiled softly before placing his lips on top of yours.

Your lips locked together like the last piece of a puzzle. You sighed, eyes flitting closed. You pushed further against him, trying desperately to pull him closer. He tasted like cigarettes but you didn't mind, an addictive taste for an addictive man. You wanted more of him. You kissed him feverishly, reluctantly pulling back for air. You stared at the taller man through lidded eyes. He gazed down at you lovingly, a blush high on his cheeks. His blue eyes studied your face closely. 

Sanji laughed as with both hands you pulled his face back for another kiss. His skin was hot, your hands now cold against his cheeks. You tasted sweet and he wanted to devour you so badly. You were too cute. He felt you pull him closer to you. You were kissing and sucking at his lips before you felt it. Sanji bit back a groan, feeling your hips brush against him. He felt pure embarrassment as he heard your breath hitch, pulling away. He opened his mouth to protest but was cut off by a groan as you experimentally pushed your hips against him harder.

"Oh my gods." He heard you whisper against him. He froze. "Oh my gods it's so-"

"We can stop if it's too much dar-LING!"

He squeaked as he felt both your hands rake down his chest, you humming contently as you kept yourself pressed against him. He felt overwhelmed at how eager you were. He'd never had someone so upfront in wanting to touch him. His cocked throbbed. You mewled lightly, causing another throb.

"Oh my god it moves?" You giggled. He cracked a smile back. You were so innocent.

Sanji had made one crucial mistake though. That was thinking that just because you were inexperienced, that meant you would be submissive. He felt you cage him against the countertop, the wood digging into his ass, your hands on him. It wasn't that he didn't like it, the dissonance was making him dizzy. He felt your hands find purchase on his waist. You breathed out a dreamy sigh.

"God your waist is so fucking tiny."

Sanji bristled with embarrassment. He tried to address it without upsetting you. "Love, that's not exactly what I want to hear."

You giggled. "I can't help it, it's so hot. You could kick my ass if you wanted, but holy fuck you're just letting me feel you up. Gods I've seen you fight, I've seen how thick your legs are, but fuck your waist is so little."

Sanji hissed. He'd never experienced anything like this before. Your hands migrated upwards, resting on his pecs. Your slow pace was driving him insane.

"Can I?" You gestured to his shirt.

"Fuck, love, I'd love to, but maybe when we have somewhere more private okay? Don't want to be too unclothed if someone tries to come in. Same with you okay? Don't want anyone to see something so gorgeous." He smiled at you. You nodded your head, practically buzzing at the idea of this happening again. He winked at you. "You could take off something else though."

Sanji was shocked and delighted at how quickly you dropped to your knees. You began playing with his belt, figuring out how the clasp worked. Sanji scrunched his eyes shut. Fuck, you were so eager! He never would’ve expected it to go like this. Despite your eagerness you were so gentle, as if you were afraid of touching him. He was going to prompt you, but instead you softly pulled his zipper down and began drawing the fabric down till it sat mid thigh.

Oh, fuck. There he was, huh?

You looked at his clothed cock, studying It like it was some kind of strange bug. You wanted to laugh at the comparison. Above you Sanji was flushed, embarrassed by your staring. You ran a finger over the bulge. He hissed, his dick jumping lightly. You couldn't help the giggle that bubbled out of your throat. 

"What?"

"It's so cute the way it jumps."

"Maybe this was a mistake."

"No no no! I promise I'll be good. Can I, um... do I?"

"Just...hah...do what you think is right. I'll...correct you."

Sanji let out an undignified squeak as he felt you lightly grab the clothed bulge. You massaged it, feeling what you could, watching with curiosity how the man above you writhed. Exploratively, you moved your hand further back, cupping his balls through the fabric. The friction of the fabric against bare skin was pure torture.

"Oh shit!" Sanji whined. You withdraw your hand like it burnt. "That's, god, that's really sensitive okay? You're killing me sweetheart."

"Sorry." You mumbled, placing a kiss to his bare thigh. The "strange bug" jumped again. You began peppering more kisses to his thigh. Once you reached the inside of his thigh you breathed deeply, he smelt musky, it made your mouth water. Experimentally, you licked the inside of his thigh. Sanji's thigh tensed. You licked upwards in long stripes until you reached the leg of his underwear. You gave a quick moment of hesitation before you blew air over the bulge. Sanji hissed. Smiling, you placed a kiss directly over the top of his bulge. 

"Did you just kiss my dick?"

"Mmhmm. Watch, I'll do it again." You placed an open mouth wet kiss over Sanji's clothed cock. The man above you threw his head back, whining softly. The fabric was dampened with a mix of your spit and something else. You saw how taut the fabric had become. You cooed. "That looks like it hurts." 

Sanji nodded. You looked up at him.

"Can I take them off?"

He shuddered. "Fuck. Please (name)."

With curiosity you began dragging the wet underwear down his hips, settling them at his mid thigh. His musky scent overpowered you, and you watched with fascination as Sanji's cock slapped against his stomach. Looking up at him you saw how tight his eyes were scrunched, knuckles gripping the countertop. You noticed how he shivered lightly at the exposure. Sanji's cock stood, large, imposing, and leaking. You breathed out a curse. It looked gorgeous, just like him, long and lithe. His happy trail led to a neat little patch of dark hair. You salivated. Eyes drawing to your prize, you winced at how red and angry the head looked.

Sanji thought he was going to kill you when he felt you tap his cockhead like a microphone. Instead he bucked his hips away, humiliation colouring his face. "Stop that! I know you don't know what you're doing, but please use your brain dearest." 

You mumbled an apology before rubbing your hands together, trying to warm them. He watched as you wrapped a hand around his dick before moaning lowly. You studied him, absolutely enraptured, as you gave a test pump. The man above you crumbled. 

"Do you always get this way?"

"No." He panted.

"Just for me?" You tried sultry, trying to muster up some quote from a smutty novel you once read. Sanji peeked one eye open before groaning.

"No." His voice was strained, breathing heavy. You tried pumping him, but the rhythm was sloppy. "N-no. You're...it's a lot right now. I'm not used to it being this slow…or clumsy."

"Do you like it?" You looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Unfortunately." He muttered. With a burst of pride you tried pumping him harder. Sanji squealed, grabbing your hand. "Fuck (name), I really need you to spit in your hand. Th-that's painful."

"Oh...sorry." You offered. Sanji watched as you perversely spit in your hand, wrapping the digits back around his cock. You tried setting a rhythm, it was sloppy, but you focused on giving him consistent squeezing pressure. Sanji moaned lowly at the squeezing, hips rocking. 

Soon you reached a steady rhythm. You watched with bated breath before you slowed down. Sanji began to whine from the loss, only to keen loudly as he felt your lips enclose his cockhead. He began spluttering, eyes rolled backwards. He'd take anything right now, fuck he wanted to cum so bad. He sucked in a breath.

"No teeth, okay love?" 

You laughed, the vibrations tickling him in the best way. He moaned, trying desperately to not fuck your face. His eyes were so tightly scrunched.

You slowly forced yourself further down his length, squeezing the base. Sanji swore. You froze, taking a deep breath through your nose. When he didn't stop you, you continued your devotion. 

"Ack!" You choked, throat burning. You felt Sanji's hand patting your head. You retreated off him, coughing.

"Darling don't take more than you can okay. We don't want you to choke now."

You gazed up at him, eyes wet and throat hoarse. "Let me try again!" 

Your raspy voice made Sanji quiver, but the way you looked up at him, absolutely wrecked, made him burn. As quickly as he noticed it, it ended, and you unceremoniously inhaled his cock. He could feel you try to smile. 

"Fuck!" His voice was high as you sucked hard, adding your tongue to flatten against the underside of his cock. "(Name)! Baby, fuck, I-"

"Hey why won't the door open?" Zoro's voice rang through the wood. Sanji stilled, holding your head. The two of you looked at each other frozen. Sanji tried clearing his throat. 

"If you keep making noise out there, I'm gonna explode, Mosshead!"

You snorted, trying hard to not laugh. 'Yeah you're gonna explode,' you inwardly snickered. 

"Whatever shitty waiter." 

Silence. Sanji looked down at you. "Darling, maybe we should stop. It's okay, we can try again another day." He froze at the frustrated look that overtook your features. "Fuck." He whispered.

You sucked harshly causing Sanji to bite his hand hard to avoid screaming. He felt you try swallowing, watched as tears pricked your eyes. You didn't slow down on your work, sucking harshly and hands wandering. You grabbed a fistful of his asscheek, other hand tracing circles on his inner thigh. You felt him tensing, quivering. His hand reached for your neck, trying to coax you off. He was so close.

"Oh god!" Sanji gasped. "Baby I'm gonna cum, you need to hop off-AH!" 

You sucked harder, milking the man through his orgasm. It was like music the way he spluttered and grabbed the back of your head, nails scratching your scalp. You felt hot, thick liquid painting your throat. It wasn't pleasant, but fuck his reactions were. Some dribbled out of the corner of your mouth and Sanji wiped it away with a thumb, a fucked out expression on his features. He pulled his softened cock out of your mouth, and watched, breathless as you swallowed his seed. You made a grimace afterwards causing the man to laugh.

"Was it okay?" You asked, shyness taking over you. 

"You're lucky I don't mind a bit of torture. It was good for a first try." He gave you that flirty grin and a wink. "I think you need more practice though."

You laughed, outstretching a hand so he could help you up. You tried stretching your legs, noting the numb pain in your knees. You wrapped your arms around his middle. "Was I that bad?"

Sanji pulled his underwear and pants back up, zipping his pants closed. He pulled you closer. "Nah, you're just something else entirely. Silly." Kiss. "Torturous." Kiss. "And I am smitten with you."

"We've wasted enough time, better get back to it." You smiled against his lips. 

"I'd love to pay you back."

"Later loverboy, we're gonna have the whole crew in here soon if we don't hurry."

"I'm so glad there's a later."

You winked, straightening your clothes and heading for the door. You stopped, turning to stare at the man.

"For you baby? Always. Oh, can you make souffle?"

"What? Why?"

"I told the guys we were making a souffle and needed the kitchen completely silent."

Sanji laughed. You definitely kept him on his toes.

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I'm not going to lie, some of this is coloured by my first time hahaha! I am an incredibly awkward person, and yes I did also once tell a guy how cute I thought it was when dicks jump. He also told me I was fucked for that ha!

[wileys-russo]

put em up II k.mccabe x reader

lil soft katie based on this request here put em up II k.mccabe x reader

katie was expecting a call to come and pick you up, so her phone sat idly by her side as she sat on the sofa engrossed in a boxing match on tv.

in between yelling at the screen or groaning unhappily at the result, every now and then her eyes would flicker down and she'd tap the screen, just to make sure she hadn't missed a text or a call or accidentally swapped her phone to silent.

it wasn't often that the two of you went out without the other given your group of friends had become incredibly mingled over the years you'd been seeing one another.

but it was a reunion night out with some of your best friends from high school that katie was happy to spend the night in alone, partners not invited for this one which the girl understood given the group rarely all managed to get together.

that didn't mean your overtly protective girlfriend wasn't worried though, as she always was anytime the two of you weren't together. but she trusted you, and so she tried to remind herself of that as she busied herself to try and keep her mind off it.

she'd been in the bathroom brushing her teeth ready to curl up in bed when the call came a little before two in the morning, toothbrush clattering into the sink as she darted back into the bedroom to swipe accept.

"katie baby!" the irish woman grinned at the clear slur in your voice. "hi darlin." the girl chuckled as you sighed happily. "missed you! can you come and pick me up please?" you slurred with a smile on the other end of the line.

"of course, where are ya?" katie questioned as you stayed silent, the girl wincing as you suddenly screamed at one of your friends the same question. "scouts landing!" you answered happily, hiccuping a little as you did.

"okay, i'll be there soon and i'll call ya once i'm out the front so please keep your phone near you babe. do me a favour?" katie smiled in amusement as you hummed, clearly returning inside as the music in the background became louder and someone yelled shots.

"drink some water please, and no more shots!"

~

"oh for fucks sake." katie groaned as she tried your phone again but it rang out, hovering outside the bar half freezing to death. in a pair of black matching sweats and hoodie she was hardly dressed for a bar, but it seemed entering was her only option as you'd disregarded her warning to keep your phone close.

so with a defeated sigh she made her way over to the entrance, stopped by the security guard who gave her a questioning life. "look i'll be in and out. my girlfriends in there and she asked me to pick her up!" katie explained as the guy only chuckled and nodded for her to move on.

"come on! ya can even walk me in and out, its half two in the mornin ya think i'm after a pint?" katie scoffed as the man again just nodded for her to move on. "ah fuck this." the girl mumbled, the last thing she needed to be was arrested or in any sort of trouble.

she stood outside and tried you one more time, swearing as the phone again rang out. but right as she was starting to build a plan to sneak in she heard her name yelled out and looked up, one of your friends hanging off the balcony.

"what the hell are you doin down there?" your friend, whose name katie knew but just couldn't seem to place, called out with a laugh. "she called me to come pick her up but she's not answering her phone and they won't let me in!" katie yelled up as your friend nodded.

"two seconds. i'll bring her out!" katie breathed a heavy sigh of relief at that, stepping back and sending a filthy look toward the security guard who was clearly still watching her, his hand hovering near his radio.

but she didn't have to wait long, hearing a drunken giggle and a grunt as two of your friends helped you out, katie unable to be mad at you for not answering as you started to sing at the top of your lungs.

"oh god not this, every time she's had jager she thinks she's mariah carey!" your friend groaned slapping a hand on your mouth and smiling apologetically to security who shook his head.

"judgmental prick." katie mumbled under breath shooting daggers at him as you finally reached the bottom of the stairs. "can she even walk?" katie sighed with a small smile at the state of you, rare was it she'd ever seen you so drunk but she knew you'd been missing these friends so you deserved the night to unwind.

"she can run!" your friend from earlier rolled her eyes as you spotted your girlfriend and visibly lit up. "baby!" you cheered, breaking free of their grip and launching yourself at katie who caught you with a grunt.

"hi gorgeous, what happened to answering your phone hm?" katie chuckled, thanking your friends who patted your back and made their way back inside. "oh its..." you frowned, patting at imaginary pockets on your dress.

"oh no i lost it!" you gasped wide eyed. "no you didn't idiot its in your bag." katie chuckled, the bag in question slung over her shoulder as she took your hand and started to walk you to her car. "what would i do without you." you sighed pressing a sloppy kiss to her cheek.

"get hit by a car!" katie warned tugging you sharply back away from the curb as a car zoomed past, pulling you to cross the road with her once it was safe. "come on, in we get." katie grunted as she helped you into her own car.

"babe can we get a mcdonalds?" you slurred, head thumping back as katie buckled herself in and started the car. "i dunno if food is the best idea love." katie chuckled, not in the mood to clean your throw up out of her car.

"food is always a good idea! who are you and where is my girlfriend who steals my food all the time." you scoffed, head swiveling around as you glared at her through hooded eyes. "alright alright, calm down." katie chuckled, one hand on the wheel and the other settling on your leg.

"did you drink some water?" your girlfriend asked glancing to you at a red light as a small smile curled onto your lips. "yep, sure did." you slurred giving her a thumbs up. "oh really?" katie laughed, shaking her head knowingly.

"i did! all my drinks had ice in them, and ice is made of water. boom!" you slapped your hand against her dash. "hey! be nice to the car." katie scolded, one arm shooting out to press against your chest to stop you flying forward as she suddenly braked.

"nice indicator ya fucken arsehole!" katie swore at the car in front who'd cut in. "road raaaage." you sung out with a dopey smile, poking at her cheek as she swatted away your hand. "you're so funny." you chuckled, hand dropping back into your lap.

"i know, i'm a funny girl." katie grinned, turning into the mcdonalds near your house. "my funny girl! my funny irish girl." you slurred, gently smacking her cheek with your hand and blowing her a kiss.

"what do you want ya pest?" katie chuckled pulling into the drive through, grabbing your hand which continued to poke at her. "everything!" you cheered with a grin, eyes closing a little.

"yeah hi can i please get a cheeseburger happy meal with a water, six nuggets and a coke?" katie ordered, pushing away your head as you tried to lean over and add to the order. "thank you!" katie chirped, driving to the next window as you huffed and slumped into your seat.

"stop mopin or i'll eat all your food!" your girlfriend warned teasingly as you flipped her off, katie paying and driving through, taking the bags and balancing them on her lap. "wait!" katie laughed pushing your eager hand away, pulling into a parking spot.

"cmon im hungry!" you whined as your girlfriend handed you the happy meal. "you got me a kids meal?" you groaned, but that all disapeared as you snatched out the toy from inside making katie roll her eyes with an amused smile.

"we can give it to coopur!" you cheered happily, unwrapping your cheeseburger and shoving almost the whole thing into your mouth. "darlin you're gonna choke!" katie smacked your leg lightly as you spoke something through your mouthful.

"urgh i don't speak that language." katie pulled a face of disgust as you slowly swallowed and shovelled a handful of fries into your mouth, sending your girlfriend a dopey grin.

"god help me i'm datin a gremlin."

~

"no no no, up to bed." katie laughed, grabbing your arm as you tried to wiggle past her into the living room. "m'not tired, don't be a buzzkill!" you poked her cheeks and stuck your tongue out, yanking your hand free and wandering off.

"a buzzkill! you wound me babe." katie tutted, following you into the kitchen. "nope! you wish." your girlfriend moved to kick shut the cupboard you opened knowing full well thats where the two of you stored your alcohol.

"water only for you now pretty baby." katie smiled, moving her body to block you from opening it again. "i am an adult you can't cut me off! you're not even a bartender." you slurred, swaying side to side unable to properly stand.

"ya feelin a bit seasick darlin? swaying an awful lot there." katie grinned causing you to scoff and wave her off. "move!" you ordered, hands on hips glaring the taller girl down. "no." katie shrugged simply.

"alright. i'll fight ya then!" you challenged, closing one eye and holding your fists up. "cmon mccabe, put em up!" you started to bounce on the balls of your feet, stumbling slightly but staying upright as you punched the air.

"oh thats adorable, you're adorable." katie gave you a toothy grin of amusement as you scoffed. "don't you patr-patron-" you struggled to get out the word making katies grin grow.

but she was caught off guard as suddenly you launched at her with a war cry, ducking as you swung and grabbing your arms, wrapping them around your own body like a straight jacket.

"oh no babe you're too strong for me!" katie cooed sarcastically as you struggled to break free of her grip, getting one hand free and punching at her stomach.

"rock hard baby!" katie smirked smacking her stomach with her own hand before easily tossing you over her shoulder and marching the two of you to your shared bedroom, flicking off lights as she went.

"thats a lovely massage thank you hun." katie smirked as you smacked and punched her back demanding she put you down. "it is three in the mornin gorgeous and you're smashed, we're goin to bed!" katie laughed at your protests.

"take my makeup off." you demanded as your girlfriend gently dropped you onto the mattress. "take your makeup off..." katie hovered over you with an expectant smile.

"now?" "so polite my love, how could i say no."

with that she helped you back up, the two of you wandering into the bathroom as katie lifted you to sit on the sink. "sit still squirmy." the brunette teased, squeezing your thighs and kissing your cheek as she moved to grab the micellar wipes.

"you missed!" you huffed, puckering your lips expectantly. "you smell like a bar, maybe once you brush those teeth!" katie smiled, your eyes closing as she gently started to wipe away your makeup. "i kiss you in the morning before you brush your teeth!" you rebutted her previous point.

"and whats that supposed to mean then!" katie tutted, pinching your leg and kissing your cheek again as she'd taken off as much makeup as she could.

"your breath smells in the mornin babe i thought that was pretty obvious!" you slurred with a dopey grin, tilting your head and swaying a little as katie quickly pushed you to sit back against the wall.

"such a charmer you are, aren't i lucky." the brunette smiled. "now open that bar cart you're callin a mouth!" katie teased, brushing your teeth for you and smacking your leg every time you tried to talk which would just result in you spitting toothpaste at her.

"done! now kiss." you spat and rinsed your mouth out, tapping your lips impatiently as katie grinned and sweetly kissed you, your arms moving to wrap around her neck as she slotted between your legs.

"no baby, you're too drunk." katie chuckled as you reached to try and tug her top off. "i'm not drunk, you're drunk!" you booped her nose with a grin. "sure, how many fingers am i holdin up?" katie purposefully wiggled her hand around as you squinted.

"you're cheating!" you gasped in realisation, grabbing her hand and biting her fingers. "oi! cool it would ya jaws." katie laughed tugging on your ears.

"is it the jager or are your eyes always this pretty?" you slurred, wiggling your eyebrows with a charming smile. "you know if you're trying to charm your way into my shorts baby girl, its not workin." katie whispered against your lips.

"not even a little? cause baby you're so pretty, prettiest girl i ever did see!" you sung out happily, kicking your feet back and forth.

with a shake of her head and a smile your girlfriend leant in and pressed her lips to yours, hooking her hands under your thighs and lifting you back off the counter.

"mcdonalds eaten, makeups off, teeth brushed, kisses given. bed time!" katie pecked your lips a few more times as she carried you back to the bedroom, lowering you into bed and tugging the blanket over you.

"fine." you huffed, wrapping your body around hers as katie flicked off the light and slotted into bed beside you. "if you snore i'm gonna smother you in ya sleep baby girl, just so you're aware." katie smooshed your face in her hand, kissing your forehead with a loud mwah.

"if you smother me i'm gonna come back as a ghost and haunt you forever and ever and ever." you mumbled tiredly into her chest, words barely understandable.

"yeah? well forever with you doesn't sound so bad." katie smiled, her own eyes fluttering closed.

[magewritesstories]

Hi i was just wondering if you could write something of James potter and Fem!reader (established relationship) where basically they are at a Gryfindor party and basically there is this guy who has a huge crush on her and is being low-key creepy about it and it’s just James being the protective bf he is.

If not don��t worry!!!! x

[ ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ ] ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ, ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ

summary: James Potter doesn't share anything, especially not his girlfriend TW: underage drinking note: ngl, I don't see James as the jealous type, but he is super protective. Also idek if Amos was in their year, but for the sake of the story he is.

JAMES POTTER IS NOT A JEALOUS GUY.

Really, he isn't. But dear Godrick he's never wanted to bash someone's head in with a bottle of firewhiskey so badly—but that might just be the empty bottle talking.

He watched from a good ten feet away as Amos Diggory flirted with you with a wide smirk.

As mentioned before, James wasn't a jealous guy. He couldn't blame the stares you got whilst walking through the halls, or the way some eyes would linger when you laughed a little too loudly at one of his dumb jokes.

You were stunning, and James didn't blame people for seeing that. Hell, he was glad they did. Besides, he couldn't ignore the tiny ego boost he got from the fact that at the end of the day he was your boyfriend and not any of them.

Amos however didn't seem to understand that.

James's eyes narrowed as he slung his arm around you oh-so casually as he told a (probably stupid) joke. You gave him a small smile, a polite one—yep, definitly a stupid joke.

"You planning on murdering Diggory by glaring, mate?" Siruis asked, walking over to his best friend with a grin, "I'm afraid you're not one of those guys from Peter's superhero books—hey wormy, which one was it? With the laser eyes?"

Peter looks up from his drink in confusion, "Superman?"

"Yeah, that one," Sirius snapped his fingers, "So, is that your plan? Burning Diggory with you laser eyes?"

"The only thing burning in here is Prongs," Remus replied with a laugh. James rolled his eyes, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Lily decided to join in on the conversation and added in a teasing tone: "Really, 'cause you look a little uhm... green."

"I'm not jealous, I don't get jealous," He replied with a scoff, glancing in your direction again, "Especially not of guys like Amos Diggory."

His friends all gave him sceptical looks as he grabbed another bottle of fire whiskey. "Why would I be jealous. I have nothing to be jealous about," He insisted, staring intently as Amos dragged you and Dorcas towards the dance floor.

"What about the fact that he's already asked out Y/N like three times?" Peter replied casually. The entire friendgroup turned towards him, "What?"

He jsut shrugged, "Yeah, he just asked her out three times in the past two hours—watching him get rejected twice was awkward, the third time it was just sad."

"And you're mentioning this now?!"

"I thought you knew, I mean you've been staring at them the entire night."

James put down his bottle of firewhiskey and made his way over to the two of you.

"That's not fair—you're just Slughorn's favourite," You replied, smiling as you whirled the drink in your hand.

Amos grinned at you, "Yeah, well, maybe if you spent more time actually listening during class you'd be able to catch up with me. Maybe."

You rolled you eyes at the statement. "Oh, please, Diggory, if anything I'm doing you a favour. If I actually tried during classes I'd leave you in the dust."

"Oh, yeah?" The blond asked, raising a brow at you, "Maybe I should return the favour by taking you to Honeydukes this weekend."

"Hmm, no, I think I'm good," You reply as politely as you can, mustering a small smile.

This was the fourth time Amos had asked you out in the past two hours. And also the fourth time you'd rejected him.

How did he not know you had a boyfriend? You'd think that after that kiss (read: pretty much a make-out session) with James after Gryffindor beat (read: wiped the floor with) Hufflepuff last quidditch match, people would know the two of you were dating.

Apparantly not.

"Besides—" A loud, familiar voice sounded as James put his arm around you shoulder— "We've already got plans for this weekend."

The brunette give you a sloppy kiss and a satisfied grin, "Don't we, babe?"

You smile and nod. "Mhm, you promised me a drink at the Three Broomsticks."

Amos looked between you and James as you gave eachother lovesick stares.

Maybe you were laying it on extra thick just for Amos but they were lovesick stares nonetheless.

"Oh, uhm, well then..." He stuttered, trying to form a coherent sentence. James turned to him with a raised brow, "Well, maybe you should be heading towards the firewhiskey."

Amos seemed to take the hint. Finally. He quickly scurried away and out of your sight.

You let out a sigh, "Thank you—for someone so smart that guy really doesn't know how to take a hint."

"Well, good thing you got me then," James replied, grinning from ear to ear as he kissed you again, "Your own personal superman."

You swung your arms around his neck and smiled into the kiss, "Mhm, so lucky."

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[quitealotofsodapop]

I'm just imagining , for a few hours at least, Macaque wondering if he should even try to rescue Wukong from Azure in the Century Egg AU. After all, he was a shitty mate who caused his expecting partner to lose his baby. He knows Azure would never do that, the Lion loves kids, he would dote on Wukong...

Then Macaque hits himself with reality.

Prev.

yess.

In Macaque's mind, all he's done by coming back is bring more trouble with him. Azure on the other hand has made Wukong literally Empress of the Universe. How could he compete?

I imagine that the shadow monkey has a breakdown once all the gang comes together to plan their next move. Sitting listlessly in the corner of Wukong's hut.

Luckily he's in a room full of critics;

Pigsy: "We have to find a way to get him and the kid out of there!" Sandy: "Mr McQuack has shadow powers - maybe he can sneak in!" Macaque, gloomily: "I can't." Pigsy: "What do you mean you can't!?" Macaque: "All I've done for last nearly two thousand years is hurt Wukong. I hurt him when I left him under that mountain. I hurt him when I attacked the Monk. I hurt him with my death. I literally killed our first child! Azure has made him an Empress... all I've done is made him a widow. Ever since I came back, everything has gone wrong!" Tang: "Now thats not true!" Macaque: "IT IS! I helped bring the Lady Bone Demon back to life and nearly destroyed the world! I got Wukong possessed by her! And Wukong nearly died having Xiaotian! How has me being here made any positive change to his life!?" (*Mortal and immortal eyes avoid Macaque's gaze, all but one.*) Tieshan: "Your scarf." Macaque: "What?" Tieshan: "Your red scarf. The one you wore every day for almost a millennium. The one you died wearing. Where do you think it went after the earth took your body?" Macaque: "Why does that-" Tieshan: "What do you think Wukong wrapped himself in when he set out to make his second child?" Macaque: (*struck silent, eyes widening with realisation*) Marshal Ma, steps forward: "She's correct. Wukong made sure to be buried wearing only items that belonged to you. He thought that in some far-off way, both your Dao could survive in the child if neither of you were truly meant for this world." Macaque: "He... what does that mean? Why would he-" Tieshan: "He loved you Liu'er. He still loves you. Even when you hurt him in possibly the worst way imaginable, he still cried for you. He never stopped loving you." Macaque: (*openly crying*) "He... he would have been better off with me still dead." Xiwangmu: "I must understand something Liu'er Mihou - because you seem to not know yourself; why did you come back?" Macaque: "I..." Xiwangmu: (*gives him a stare that could set a inferno*) Macaque: "I... my ears told me that the soul I had taken was to be reborn. Reunited with Wukong. I wanted to be there to protect them both. I didn't know it meant literally returned as his child when I went searching for it." Sandy: "Explains why you tried so hard for him to let your stay then. You both still wanted a shot at having a family together." Macaque: "I did..." Pigsy, furious/annoyed: "You do. Get it into your head, bub! Wukong is stuck in that throne room in the arms of some creep, who could just decide some day to toss the kid off the cloud if he so pleases! Are you just going to mope here while that happens!?" Macaque, invigorated: "NO!" Pigsy: "Then what are you going to do?!" Macaque: "I'm- I'm going to need Bull." Pigsy: "Not the answer I was looking for but ok." Macaque, turns to the royals: "Emperor, my Lady, I must ask I great favour of you." Jade Emperor: "Go ahead." Macaque: "Azure will not stand to let even a trace of my magic inside the palace grounds - but he's been in a fair mood since Peng and Yellow Tusk have been returned to him. If we can play into that sense of camaraderie, we can get someone on the inside to smuggle Wukong and the baby out of there." Xiwangmu: "Consider his sentence null and void in the event that he helps saves my grandson and great-grandson." Tieshan, surprised: "Mother! You don't mean-" Xiwangmu: "Tieshan, currently your husband is my least disliked son-in-law. If he can help us retake the throne and save Sun Wukong, I will welcome him into our family with open arms." Tang, fanboying: "We're gonna release the Demon Bull King!!!" Red Son, appearing in a joyful whirlwind of fire: "YEAH!! Baba will kick their butts!" Tieshan: "AHH! Red Son! I thought I left you with the Ao-Longs!" Both of the Ao-Longs in dragon form: "You did." "He tried to take the baby back himself." Mei, mouth full of feathers: "I bit the birdy!"

Of course this leads to the conversation of who can lift the Staff to release DBK if Wukong isn't available.

Macaque isn't his mate's equal for nothing.

[theseshipsshallsail]

Summary:

Thanks to an especially virulent strain of the winter flu, his headstrong boyfriend’s voice crackles and rasps; punctuated by the occasional rattling cough that shakes him to the bones. His skin is pasty. His lips are chapped. Every flash of animation, it seems, comes at a cost of energy he just doesn’t have, and eyeing the general detritus of Kleenex boxes and lozenge wrappers that litter the wooden coffee table, Oliver’s hard-pressed to remember if he’s actually seen him eat.

Elio’s been slouched on their tan three-seater since the first light of dawn: swaddled in an oversized sweatshirt and some plaid pyjama pants as he rifles through various files of staff paper and his ubiquitous notebook. I’d much rather fail at originality than succeed in imitation, he’d declared last Wednesday, lamenting each scathing critique from his pompous review panel, yet much as Oliver appreciates his righteous indignation, his protective instincts can’t help but bristle at the fact he sounds utterly miserable, to boot.

Thanks to an especially virulent strain of the winter flu, his headstrong boyfriend’s voice crackles and rasps; punctuated by the occasional rattling cough that shakes him to the bones. His skin is pasty. His lips are chapped. Every flash of animation, it seems, comes at a cost of energy he just doesn’t have, and eyeing the general detritus of Kleenex boxes and lozenge wrappers that litter the wooden coffee table, Oliver’s hard-pressed to remember if he’s actually seen him eat. 

There’s been plenty of herbal tea to soothe his scratchy throat. Nasal spray. VapoRub. A regular dose of Tylenol from the Walgreens two blocks over. But nothing that falls under the category of food. An untouched plate of toast on the nearby bookcase bears out his suspicions, so Oliver raids the kitchen cupboards for a can of chicken soup, then heats the contents on their gas-powered stove; wincing in sympathy when Elio convulses with a gut-punch sneeze, swearing and hacking in alternate breaths.

Several minutes of snotty sniffing later, Oliver turns off the burner then pours the simple meal into an old Columbia Lions mug: the one Elio’d claimed for his own upon his initial move to the States. The other man’s squinting at a dog-eared composition sheet when he eventually returns to the couch, and Oliver figures his blocked sinus is the culprit as he pinches the bridge of his cherry-red nose; probably trying to banish the cobwebs.

“Scoot up, Patient Zero,” he says, sitting down carefully beside him, and when Elio blinks sluggishly his mercurial eyes are nothing but dull slits of colour beneath his heavy lashes; the light of their freestanding lamp shade apparently too much to bear. “Tell me again how you never get sick?” 

Elio summons a gimlet glare. “I'm not sick; I’m dying,” he groans - the edge of a wheeze rattling the vowels - but he accepts the mug all the same, and Oliver hums indulgently as he sweeps an unholy assortment of balled-up tissues into a neat little pile. 

“Your stubbornness is commendable,” he says, pleased to see Elio make short shrift of the steaming liquid, if not the noodles themselves. “But do yourself a favour and get some rest, yeah?"

“Un mal nécessaire.” A yawn: barely stifled. “I have to finish these -” 

“Not today you don't.” Oliver rescues the mug from his slightly-drooping hand. “Even us creatures of habit deserve a night off.” 

Elio smirks; slow and playful. “Is that so?” he says, nodding at the Sophomore Ontology coursework partially obscuring the living room rug.

Which, yes. Fair enough. But -

“I’m still new to the syllabus,” Oliver replies, nudging him gently with his knee. “Professor Johnson’s lesson plans were shoddy at best. You, however, have a fever of thirty-eight.” As the flush on his sunken cheeks can attest. “So don’t pretend you’re not ready to pass out from exhaustion.”

A grunt is the only acknowledgement he receives, and Oliver’s all set to try a different tack when Elio slumps sideways like a stringless marionette. It’s completely proprietary - the way he claims his unsuspecting lap as an ad hoc pillow - but Oliver’s quick to adopt his role as a piece of human furniture, uncaring of the knobbly shoulder blade digging exorbitantly into his thigh.

Little victories, he decides, and reining in a grin, smooths the messy curls from his maestro’s clammy forehead. 

“Do you need anything else?” he asks instead, the slim column of Elio’s neck spasming amidst his muttered grumblings. “A blanket? Some water? There’s a fresh bottle of vitamins in the bathroom cabinet…”

“Just your support in these harrowing times,” Elio murmurs, the arm around his middle snugging tighter, so Oliver follows his own advice as he drags a knitted Afghan over the curve of Elio's body - fishes a dog-eared copy of The King Must Die from between the sunken cushions - then crosses his legs at the ankles as he settles in for the duration. 

[dramioneasks]

Hy! Can you recommend fics with draco having hermione as his mate? The darker the better! Oh and I'm looking for long completed fics where D is possessive and protective.

Thanks xx!

Broken Wings - Luvkyloreylo - M, WIP - Now: Her torture had twisted something inside him, unique in comparison to others who’d crossed his home’s threshold. Draco wasn’t sure how to name it. The manor was saturated by blood, death… how would hers make any difference. She’d escaped once before. But this time… Hermione Granger was lined up being tortured by his aunt yet again to entertain the masses, along side other captives. His silver eyes fell to the floor to keep their glassiness from view.

Your Soul and Mine - In_Dreams - M, one-shot - Draco is measured and sentenced for his crimes during the war by an unseen force. Suspended within the desolate landscape between life and death, he’s forced to claim souls until his debt is paid. But what happens when one of those souls is the other half of his own? Grim Reaper AU.

Mon Couteau Aiguise (My Sharp Knife) - gillianeliza - E, 99 chapters, Words: 169,542 - “And you understand, I assume, the implications of wearing a piece of jewelry such as the one you have around your wrist?” Professor Snape asked. Hermione looked down at the bracelet in question, remembering the warm and joyful sensation of it first being clasped around her. The words Draco had spoken – will you have me? Will you accept me? “I do, sir,” she answered in her best impersonation of confidence. “But Miss Granger… I must ask – do you understand the cost?” Her brows pulled together. “The cost, sir?” “The Dark Lord will return, girl… When he returns, Lucius – and I for that matter – must resume our places at his side.” Hermione still said nothing, which she could tell surprised her potions professor greatly, so he continued. “What do you think will happen to Draco when his father once again becomes a follower of the Dark Lord?” The sticky dread clawed its way up her throat, as if choking her. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes as she thought of the implications. “So I ask you again, Miss Granger, do you understand the cost?” This work is a dark, Death Eater Hermione AU that begins during third year. Eventual canon divergence. Please read all tags!

To Build a Home - likelyunfinished - E, WIP - It’s been eight years since she’s seen him and eight years since he’s held her in his arms. They spent the time separate but unknowingly together - now he is ready to come out of the shadows but she is unprepared for the second shock of her lifetime. His words rang true then and they do now, “in this lifetime and in the next, for however long our souls remain, mine will always find yours”.

Title: Not Quite Dark Magic Author: hiccupfound Rating: M Genre(s): Angst, Romance Chapters: 30 Word Count: 107,154 Summary: Five years into to the war, the Order is pulling ahead after ages of drastically losing. Draco Malfoy notices. He wants in. He offers himself as a double agent, but the Order requests more. They’ve created a new spell that binds two people’s magical cores together in order to make a nearly unbeatable pair of duelists.Draco agrees to bind himself to the person most compatible with his magical core. Even if it is Hermione Granger.

A Game of High Stakes - In_Dreams - E, 51 chapters, Words: 263,110 - In theory, the task is simple: kill Draco Malfoy. In practice, putting a curse through the Dark Lord’s favoured lieutenant will take everything Hermione has―especially since he’s trying to kill her, too. Even more so when the lines between them start to blur. Sometimes, the only way out is through.

False-Hearted - its_banannaz, Literalily - E, 42 chapters - Hermione Granger has the potential to be more, MUCH more. And now, she’s ready to climb her way to the top, no matter what it takes.Sick of her insincere “friends” and their lack of recognition, Hermione makes a decision that alters the outcome of the war. If no one will put Hermione Granger first, she’ll simply have to do it herself. There is no good or bad, not anymore. It’s about what gets her where she deserves to be. After reaching a boiling point, she does something that no one ever expected - she becomes a Death Eater. But not just any Death Eater - Voldemort’s apprentice.Playing both sides, Hermione Granger now holds more power than anyone realizes. Is it so wrong to be false-hearted when you’re finally putting yourself first?

-Lisa

[silenzahra]

Hey Zahra! I know I haven’t read every fic of yours yet but from the ones I did I thiiink I gotta go with “Biggest Fears”, “Keeping him warm” and “Anything for him”.

Love, love the part in “Anything for him” where Mario brings Luigi back. It was such a heartwarming moment. Also, loooooooove that Mario jumped out of the painting to protect Luigi but also at the end when Luigi realised that Mario was scared that he returned the favour.

That being said, yes, I love protective Mario, so “Keeping him warm” was an obvious choice as well hehe.

“Biggest fears” what can I say? Vulnerable Mario with Luigi comforting him is my absolute jam. The comfort in this one was one of the sweetest I have ever read. I really love it so much.

I’m so glad I got to meet you here and I’m so glad we became friends. I know I’ve said it before, but you are one of the kindest and sweetest people I have ever met.

I love you (platonically)! <3<3<3

OMG Stripet!!! 😭😭😭 YOU'RE SO SWEET WAAAAAAHHH. First of all I'm so sorry for my late reply, but please know that your ask has made me incredibly happy and put the biggest smile on my face 🥹🥹🥹 Thank you SO MUCH, dear friend 🫂🫂🫂

I'm so happy and honored to know that these are your favorite fics of mine!! OMG, I swear reading about yor favorite parts of "Anything for him" has brought back so many memories of the time when I was working on it and how much I LOVED writing precisely those scenes!! 🥹🥹🥹 Mario being so worried about Luigi that his love for him literally made him jump out of the painting despite King Boo's magic, oh gosh, how I ENJOYED writing that 😍😍😍

As well as the entire chapter 3! Awww I'm so glad that you loved the moment of Mario bringing Luigi back so much 🥹🥹🥹 And of course, Luigi would also do anything for Mario, especially seeing him so scared of King Boo which is a personal headcanon of mine (I believe Mario would be at least a little bit scared of King Boo at first, since he couldn't fight him on his own as he didn't have the Poltergust 3000). The title "Anything for him" can be read in both directions and I wanted to make that clear in this fic as both brothers literally do anything to protect each other 🥹❤️💚

Anyways, sorry for the rambling 😅 Your words really brought me back to that time and I love it!! And I'm beyond honored that you love this fic and these specific scenes so so much, dear friend 🥰🥰 Thank you so much for letting me know!! 💖💖💖

Hehe, I'm a big fan of protective Mario as well, so it makes me so happy you also love "Keeping you warm"!! 🥰🥰 This fic has gained so much relevance lately as it's received not just one but two amazing fanarts that I just LOVE so much, and I'm over the moon because it's also one that I just LOVED writing 🥹🥹 I'm so honored and grateful and ELATED that it's among your favorites!! 🫂🫂🫂

And gosh, "Biggest fear" has also been getting so much love lately, and again I owe it to the amazing fanart it's gotten 😭😭😭 That one literally made me cry while I was working on it, my friend. I remember needing to take some moments here and there while editing it because I was moved 🥲🥲🥲 So, seriously, knowing that you love it so much and that you find the comfort so sweet here means the entire freaking world to me. I can never thank you enough for your support and love to this fic and it makes me so happy that you enjoyed it so much 🫂🫂🫂

Awwww Stripet 😭😭🫂🫂 I'm also so so glad that we met and became friends!!! Gosh, I'm just so lucky and blessed, and I thank life every day that I met you 🫂🫂🫂 You're so sweet and kind, and I also can't get tired of repeating it over and over again 💖💖💖

Thank you so so SO much for this ask, and for your support, and, just, for being you. I also love you (platonically) very very much!!! 🥹🥹🥹💖💖💖

[sunoorintarou]

Catharsis: Polaroids.

Phos!Reader × (Platonic) Gojo Satoru

Warnings: Gojo being himself, Gojo being concerned about the reader, probably the fluffiest part so far, still pretty sad, mentions Phos' defection at the end, brief mentions of Haibara, Riko and Geto.

Notes: The urge to post like 5 parts of this a day😔 I'm tryna pace myself and like post once a day but I already have like 5 more parts done, perhaps I like this idea more than I thought😭 maybe I'll post mini snippets about phos, like a Playlist or smthn to listen to while y'all read, idk, might add songs to certain parts? Expect me to post about Catharsis and Catharsis only for a while tho💀

"Gojo - sensei?"

Gojo turned to face you, seeing your silhouette in his doorway. He almost wondered if this was a dream, pulling up his blindfold to look at you. It had been a good few weeks since you'd approached him, approached anyone for that matter.

"Y/n! My beloved student, it's been so long." He grinned, standing up and running to you comically. You didn't move, letting Gojo wrap his arms around you, forehead against his chest. You didn't hug back either, however.

"Ah, I know this is sudden, but could you do me a favour?" You asked, bashfully.

"Of course! Now, what does my lovely, precious, adorable student need?" Gojo used his animatedness to hide his concern and relief.

"Can- can you go out with me?"

Gojo paused, eyes widening as he pretended to blush, fiddling with his hands and swaying like a school girl.

"B- but, you're my student, that- that isn't allowed." He said shyly, batting his eyelashes at you.

"Not like that! I just want to go to a store." You huffed in annoyance.

This was how you found yourself walking through the crowded streets with Gojo, in search of what you were looking for.

"What are we looking for anyways?" He asked. Although you hadn't noticed, Gojo had been using his cursed technique nonstop since you left Jujutsu Tech. He refused to take any chances.

"You'll see." You sighed. It was winter. The air was cold, and your face was practically buried in your scarf, hands stuffed into your pockets. You hadn't worn your uniform in a long time, settling on sweatshirts or one specific hoodie Yukio had leant you that you never got to return.

Gojo watched you, noticing the little changes in your appearance. You had gained confidence and strength, back straight and head high, the jacket you were wearing looking ever so slightly less oversized than it had before. You were always covered from head to toe, your body composition something you often found embarrassing, not to mention hard to explain to normal people.

Watching your back as you walked in front of him, Gojo really noticed how things had changed. You had never previously walked in front, always settling for standing back and walking in silence next to Megumi.

You were an awkward but energetic kid. Always smiling, always happy, watching out for the group, making sure no one was left behind. You had reminded him of a girl he once knew, one he had failed to protect. And a cheerful boy who used to hang out around Nanami.

Now, however, you reminded him of someone else. Someone who had meant the world to him. His one and only best friend. And he refused to let you walk down the same path as him.

Your eyes lit up when you noticed the shop you were looking for, stopping in front of it. You looked at Gojo for a second, handing him your bag.

"Please wait outside with this, sensei." You said. And with how bright your teal eyes were in that moment, Gojo couldn't say no.

When you left the store, you had a plastic bag, the contents still concealed. You led Gojo across the street, to the park, letting him watch you in curiosity as you began opening the box inside the packet, assembling whatever was inside.

You had your back facing him, feeling embarrassed as you rushed to put what you had bought together. It was going to snow soon, and you had to be quick.

"Sensei! Y/n!" Gojo turned at the voices, eyes widening when he saw his other students returning from a mission.

You finished just in time, holding up your brand new camera and taking a picture of the moment Gojo noticed them. Capturing their smiles and excitement in the first snow.

Although Gojo and the others hadn't realised it, you had built up your resolve. Your fear of forgetting everyone had built up, and now you had found your solution. Even if you did forget their faces, you would never forget the way they made you feel.

Not even a year later, however, Gojo could only question what was going through your mind. Your room was empty and clean. Bed made neatly. And in the centre, was the only part of you they had left, your camera. The memory card was still in it, full of photos of everyone and everything from your team to Shoko and Nanami. Photos of everyone's birthdays, of a cat you had seen that reminded you of Gojo, of Nobara's favorite crepes, Megumi's demon dog, Yuji's disgusted face after he had eaten one of Sukuna's fingers. And a note on a piece of white paper was on top of it, with only the words: Thank you.

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Yippie! A wild Tokyo Debunker matchup writer! Anyway, hi. 🍊here. If it's not too much trouble, I'd like a romantic matchup pls. And maybe who'd be besties with me for ✨flavour✨

My MBTI + Enneagram: ENFP 9w1

My star sign is Gemini

Appearance: I am South Asian with straight black hair and tan skin. I usually tie into a low braid because I think it looks cute, and I don't like the feeling of hair on the back of my neck. I am 160 cm tall and pretty scrawny

Personality: I like to say I'm a pretty cheerful and upbeat person. I try my best to smile through tough situations, though it can be hard sometimes. I also like to say I'm a family person, and I will do anything to protect them, and my friends. I am perfectionistic, but sadly I am a bit scatterbrained, much to the dismay of my parents and older sister. Hell, I almost burned the eggs I was making for the first time. I have been working on my organizational skills though, and I’m happy to say that I’ve come a pretty long way. I can be quite petty too. If someone wrongs me, I tell them either bad puns or horrifying facts for a period of time as revenge. I'm also good at math, so my friends come to me for help with that. Also, in almost every friend group I'm in, I somehow become a therapist friend. Lemme tell you, THAT really takes a toll on me. I also have a soft spot for unabridged fairytales (they high-key have me in a chokehold).

Some more lil' factoids about me: I wear my hair in a low braid because I don't like the feeling of hair on the back of my neck. My friends and family often told me my hands get pretty animated when I talk. I can also handle spicy food pretty well, which surprises a lot of my friends. I like to learn about my friends' interests so I can connect better with them. Also, I kin Paulina from the Thea Sisters.

Likes: Anime, drawing comics, video games, unabridged fairytales, sweets (my favourite dessert is caramel pudding) and spending time with my older sister and friends

Dislikes: Cruelty, confrontation (I will kick butt if I need to, literally or figuratively), anyone who dares to threaten my friends or family, arrogance when it gets out of hand, black tea or coffee (I cannot drink it unless it is sweetened or if I have it with a LOT of milk), but I do enjoy dark chocolate once in a blue moon.

Hi 🍊Anon! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I hope you like your matchups!

In Tokyo Debunker, I match you with...

You and Haru are both very family oriented and I think this is what would initially draw you to each other. You get how important family is to each other and want to be part of each other's families.

I think he would like being around you since you’re so upbeat. He’s pretty cheerful but if surrounded by people who aren’t (like Ren). You’re a nice change of pace.

Please read your favourite unabridged fairy tales to him and Peekabook! He might have to cover the creature’s ears once in a while since those old stories can be a bit graphic at times but they both really love it.

Haru definitely understands your dislike of people who threaten your family and friends. He knows how protective he gets over Peekaboo whenever Taiga comes around. At least now you can fend him off together.

He loves spending time with his family and friends as well and since you definitely fall into that category for him, you’re included in that quality time.

In Tokyo Debunker, I platonically match you with...

I think you and Sho would get along great as friends. Sure, he might tease you for talking with your hands but you can return the favour since I see him as someone who’s quite expressive when talking about something he’s passionate about as well.

He’s also going to tease you for being so scatterbrained but will help you out if you forget things. Just don’t expect him to ever say anything about it or take credit for you having everything you need when you know you forgot something in your room.

I can see you two playing video games together a lot. He doesn’t usually play them himself but is happy to be player two if you need one.

Since you don’t like confrontation, if you ever have a problem with someone, he’s more than willing to stand up and defend you. That’s his best friend they’re talking about! He’s not about to let any nasty comments slide.

Oh, he really can’t get away from spicy food enjoyers can he. As long as you don’t add hot sauce on everything though, he’s fine with it.

[heyhoneyfox]

TW for mentions of trauma, nightmares, disordered eating, grief, and on brief mention of needles (just sewing needles)

No, but please imagine Percy, Nico, and Annabeth being best friends (long post).

Please imagine, after BOO, Percy getting Nico a new aviator jacket just like his old one.

Please imagine Nico taking said jacket, getting an Italian flag patch and a gay flag patch, then very nervously going to Annabeth and asking her if she knows how to sew because Athena invented the loom which is close enough to sewing and Annabeth is one of the only people Nico trusts enough to ask.

Please imagine Annabeth just holding back tears at his trust and telling him she knows how to sew (she does NOT but she figures it out quickly) and helping him sew on the patches and Nico being so happy that he cannot stop smiling even though he is very bad at sewing and keeps pricking himself with the needle on accident.

Please imagine, if you HC Percy as bi, Percy desperately going to Nico at like 3 am, screaming having a sexuality crisis, and Nico being really exhausted and pretending to be annoyed but is actually super warmed that Percy went to him, then Nico helping him figure out and accept his bisexuality.

Please imagine, rather than Annabeth being all jealous of Nico, she always loves talking to him about Percy, at first by accident, followed by the realization it might just hurt Nico more, but Nico promptly jumping in and agreeing and listening openly.

Please imagine Percy and Annabeth, when alone, researching and coming up with ways to help Nico have a healthier relationship with food and how to help him with his mental and physical health.

Please imagine Nico stealing both Percy's and Annabeth's clothes, which are unbelievably big on him, and Percy pretending to be annoyed but actually being perfectly happy with Nico stealing his clothes.

Please imagine Nico always falling asleep on Percy, at first being embarassed, but Percy assuring him that it's okay and that he won't hurt or judge him.

Please imagine Percy one day falling asleep on Nico's shoulder and Nico feeling so honoured that Percy trusts him enough to do so to the point that Nico doesn't move until Percy wakes up, which takes like 3 hours.

Please imagine Percy and Annabeth giving Nico 'the talk' after he gets with Will, Nico blushing and complaining about how it isn't necessary because I HC him as asexual but he doesn't know what asexuality is, so he's just there complaining and mega awkward with the subject.

Please imagine Nico and Percy ranting about how annoying it is to be a big 3 kid, followed by them sparring to see who's more powerful (it's Nico, only partially because Percy goes easy on him).

Please imagine Nico starting to use cheek kisses as a greeting/goodbye for them because that's a normal thing in Italian culture (I'm not Italian so correct me if I'm wrong) and Percy and Annabeth feeling so honoured and trying not to cry.

Please imagine Nico visiting them in New Rome and Percy and Annabeth being really confused by how many people Nico greets by name.

Please imagine the amount of double dates Solangelo and Percabeth would go on, Will being really nervous because of how protective Percy and Annabeth are of Nico, but Percy and Annabeth being really nice and supportive because they have never seen Nico so happy.

PLEASE imagine Solangelo and Percabeth having sleepovers together, or just Nico, Percy, and Annabeth having sleepovers!!

Imagine Percy and Annabeth NEVER treating Nico like a third wheel, but rather as someone of equal importance (BECAUSE HE IS)

Imagine Nico, when alone with one of them, teasing them about how in love they are.

Imagine Percy and Annabeth returning the favour by teasing him about his crush on Will.

Imagine Nico, Percy, and Annabeth grieving Jason together when they see each other again, comforting each other, talking about their memories of him and doing anything they can to honour his memory.

Imagine, as a follow-up to the 'Percy and Nico falling asleep on each other' thing, either of them waking up screaming from a nightmare and the other comforting them and calming them down.

Imagine Nico, Percy, and Annabeth talking about their experience in Tartarus and working through and figuring out the trauma together, eventually joined by Will.

Imagine Percy and Annabeth introducing Nico to queer artists and influencers (backstory of my 'Nico listens to Cavetown' HC).

(If this sounds overly romantic I apologize I don't really have a proper grasp on the difference between romance and friendship but I am trying but just to be clear I do not ship these three romantically, I just think they should be friends because Nico deserves safe people, as do Percy and Annabeth)

(Also I cannot stress the 'Annabeth and Percy not treating Nico like a third wheel' thing enough because that is so important to me)

[dawnthefox24]

Jumping onto the Somji train! Cause it's all over my fyp and I can't help but find it cute and funny...But even better it deserves a Rumiko Shimada prompt!

*Genji is hugging Sombra arm, while Sombra seemed to be a bit nervous about her second time meeting Genji’s mother. Since after everything since they started bonding which lead to one thing to another and thus they started dating. Though he wasn’t expecting to meet Genji’s mother so soon* Genji: What’s wrong? Sombra: Nothing just… Genji: Awe come on she’ll love you! Sombra: I tried to "kill" your master and I have blackmail on your friends..But not Cassidy… Genji: Well that maybe true, but remember my mother married my father who was a Yakuza crime lord who killed people! Sombra: Is that suppose to make me feel better? Genji: Well is it working? Sombra: I–I guess? Genji: Wonderful! Sombra: The last time you told your brother you were dating me an arrow went past my head let alone when you told that fox girl a dagger went by me as well. Genji: it’s a kunai also they’re protective of me okay but my mom. She’s very kind and loves people and omnics. Plus you helped us find her! Sombra: Genji...We have met, SHE HAS NO IDEA I'M DATING YOU! Genji: Oh relax what's the worst thing that can happened? Sombra: I've seen her throw a knife... Genji: She's not a killer you know that, also you said she was hard to fine. Sombra: Genji I think we should- *Soon the door opens and Rumiko is standing there smiling* Genji:*hugs his mother* Mother! Rumiko: *hugs him back*Hello my sweet hatchling. Sombra: uh..Hola Ms.Shimada... Rumiko: It's nice to see you too Olivia. Sombra: ¡¿Qué carajo?! ¿Cómo sabes mi nombre? (What the hell, how do you know my name!?) Rumiko:*laughs a bit* Come inside, I made us all tea. Sombra: How do you know my name?! Rumiko: *smiles* You told me, since you spent the night at my place also you talk in your sleep. Sombra:... Genji:*walks inside as he drags Sombra inside before going to the dining room area* Rumiko: Genji, can you do me a favour? Genji: Of course! Rumiko: Can you go out and get some mochi for me . Genji:*nods* Alright I'l do that, Sombra you'll keep my mother company? Sombra:*looks at him* Wh-Genji wait don't- *She didn't finish as Genji walked out the door, which made Sombra look over seeing Rumiko setting down the tea pot and three cups of tea before pouring some tea in two cups and handing it over to Sombra* Rumiko: So I heard from a fox and a dragon that your dating Genji? Sombra:...Um...Uh...Y-Yes? Rumiko: *hands Sombra her tea* Well, I'm not mad in fact I'm actually worried. Sombra:*takes the tea* O-Oh... Rumiko: You do know how to cook right? Sombra:*looks confused* Uh...Yeah I know how to cook... Rumiko: Good, though please take care of him my dear. Sombra: Why? Rumiko: He gets into so much trouble and I assure you I won't harm you, you've have enough on your plate. Sombra: Thank you Ms.Shimada. Rumiko: Also your perfect for Genji, though please make sure that Genji stays safe. Sombra: I'm sure he can do just fine. Rumiko: Oh heavens no, make sure he doesn't bite his tongue. I fear he still does it. Sombra:*snorts a laughter* Really? Rumiko: Of course he was a huge ball of stress for me and plus a leash kid zero impulse control too! Sombra:*drinks her tea and nods* Yeah I can protect him. Rumiko: Thank you. *Soon Genji returned with fresh Mochi and noticed that his mother and Sombra were chatting with one another* Genji: I take you two are getting along. Sombra: Of course impulse control~ Genji:*gets flustered and looks at his mother* MOM!!! Rumiko: What it's true! I like her and she can make sure nothing will happen now, come,come sit and lets us enjoy the mochi while I discuss about the my future grandkids. Genji: *has steam comes out out as he gets more flustered*MOM!!! Sombra:*chokes on her tea before coughing as she blushes* Rumiko: *grins* What? I want grandkids.

[bamber344]

OC in 15

thanks for the tag @seastarblue :3

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Gonna do Roxy because there is so so so much content of her for me to take from (but i'm gonna have to go digging lol), I wanna try and capture her transformation throughout the story :> Also including chapter numbers cuz i'm cute like that ig

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“Aww, you’re not scary, are you? You're just a big softie!” (Chapter 1: A Chance Meeting)

“You know you don’t have to pretend around me. It's okay to not be okay sometimes.” (Chapter 4: The Transfer)

“How do you feel about helping me threaten a potential cultist?” (Chapter 6: Girls' Day Out)

“I-I-I was s-s-so scared! I th-thought he was gonna k-kill me! He said he was gonna… Oh god, Sam. Thank you so much!” (Chapter 8: Downfall)

“Leif, when exactly did you do any studying? Because I can’t recall. I’d be surprised if you could point out Canada on a map.” (Chapter 11: Pack)

“Do you ever shut up?” (Chapter 12: Returning The Favour)

“You’re not a killer, Sam. You’re not a murderer. You’re just a sweet, too-caring-for-this-world girl who got caught up in a bad situation and did the best she could with the cards she’d been given. No one blames you for what happened, so please don’t blame yourself. I love you, Sam. I know you’re not the monster you think you are.” (Chapter 14: Blood, Sweat, And Tears)

“C’mon, Leify-poo. Kick my ass.” (Chapter 16: Working For The Weekend)

 “Alright, you fuckers,” - - “You want me so bad? Well, come and have a go if you think you’re hard enough!” (Chapter 18: The Last Days Of Childhood)

“Fuck yourself on a cactus, how’s that sound?” (Chapter 19: Pressure)

“I-it’s fine. Well, it’s not,” - - “But… what’s done is done. What else can I do?” (Chapter 25: The Long Road To Recovery)

“I don’t need you to protect me! I-I can… I can protect myself!” - - “I-I-I just…! Fuck! Why can’t things be normal?! This is all supposed to be over and done with!” (Chapter 31: Pulling Back The Veil)

“There’s probably something wrong with me. It’s just never really bothered me. My first kill was… the man who tortured me. I killed three other guards during my escape, and since then, I don’t think I’ve felt a single shred of guilt over it. Scared of the repercussions? Yeah. A little shaken up by what I did? Sure, but not once did I ever think I’d done something wrong. The world is a better place without those men in it.” (Chapter 34: Road Trip Blues)

“I’ve been surrounded before, and I’m sure you assholes remember how that went last time.” (Chapter 37: A Lazy Day)

“I’m here, Sammie. I’ve got you. I’ve got you, honey.” - - "I always knew you were just a big softie." - - “It’s okay, Sammie. It’s okay. I’m here, girl. I won’t leave you alone again.” (Chapter 40: Bloodmoon)

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May have gotten a little indulgent with what constitutes 'one' line of dialogue at the end there (those quotes were pulled from separate paragraphs) but sue me I wanted to highlight their relationship because I LOVE THEMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!

felt good to look back over my past work like that :3

gonna tag uhhhhh @writer-of-worlds @3-2-whump @mindblowguy-blog and an open tag! (apologies if you didn't wanna get tagged, no pressure to play the game!)

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Thank you, I’m glad you liked it ☺️ and sure, you can still send in requests. Please just know though that it may take some time for me to get to it because of my schedule.

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A Voice Through the Nothingness Part 11

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Contains: This is still a slow burn, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, graphic descriptions of past domestic violence, protective Billy.

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“Fear is a phoenix. You can watch it burn a thousand times and still it will return.”- Leigh Bardugo

Hazel rubbed her face as she filled in the incident report, she focused on the details down to every last fact, partly to stop herself from laughing and partly to hold back the growing anxiety that her Ex's parole date was exactly a week away.

Billy's call came just as she signed the document and it took her everything not to spill right there and then, "So, I don't know if you know this, but Mevin the security guard is all over the news, I'm pretty sure your hand in the background."

Hazel bit the inside of her cheek and willed the giggles to stay away, "Yes, there was an incident at one of those foul child beauty pageants. An issue arose over the scoring, some parents got into a fight. A mother was stabbed with a pair of scissors and the worst a kid got was a sprained wrist."

Billy picked up on Hazel's tone, "Oh come on, you can tell me more. The news has video." Billy was trying to distract her, if the worried raw lower lip he caught sight of yesterday was anything to go by, she wasn't doing well.

Hazel barely held back her laughter, "Oh my God, Melvin's going to become a meme because of me. The kid with the sprained wrist was wearing four thousand dollars worth of pageant gear that had to be cut off. The poor kid's crazy mother came at me with a fucking bone saw when I told her. I just got done filing the report."

Billy paused his task at her words, "She came at you with a bone saw over some clothes?"

That was it, Hazel was gone and she could barely speak between cackles, "Yes, I don't even….." Billy loved that sound, he would have loved it more if it wasn't tinged with something less pleasant, "I don't even know how she got it." She sighed, "Can you pick me up today, I don't feel like taking the subway, I'll cover your gas."

Billy could hear something coming through more the more she spoke, "Hell yeah, in fact, can I ask a favour in return?"

"Of course you can." Hazel knew Billy would never ask her to do anything she didn't want to do.

"We've expanded into looking after more families and I need help going through applicants who will be good with kids, I'd really value your input." Billy didn't just value it, he desperately wanted it.

"Sure, if you want, you can bring me to Anvil, I'm happy to do it now." Hazel didn't want to admit to herself that it was because she felt safe there.

Billy smiled, "That would be great, I owe you so much."

Hazel giggled, "It's nothing, the fact that you value my opinion enough to make hiring decisions on it is enough."

At that moment, it hit Billy how much he did value her opinion, "I'll be there when you finish. Thank you for doing this, you have no idea how much help it is."

Hazel smiled, "Hey, I'm happy to help. I'll see you soon."

Now that Billy had time to wait until he saw he her, he found himself missing her, "See you soon Hazel."

****

Billy grinned as Hazel came into view, the site of her with two coffees in her hands in her yellow scrubs filling his chest with joy, "Hi Billy."

"Hello Hazel." He walked around to the passenger side and opened her door before she handed him a coffee and slid inside, "Thanks."

Hazel shook her head, "No worries. I feel bad getting in your nice car in my work clothes."

Billy gave her a look, "This car has seen a lot worse." He pointed to the little animals on her scrubs, "Are those Armadillos?

Hazel shook her head, "No, they're Pangolins."

Billy noticed how tired she looked, "Where do you find Pangolin scrubs?"

Hazel smiled, "I made these scrubs. I found Pangolin fabric at a kid's online fabric store. How did you get here in time? The traffic is terrible."

Billy smiled, "I left early. I hope you don't mind that we'll be sitting in the car for a while."

Hazel shook her head, "No way. I get to spend time talking to you and I get to people watch. What's not to love?"

He could see the tension melting from her. Billy knew he had a knack for making people feel safe but seeing it in action was something different, "Well, when you put it like that then we better get going."

Hazel smiled, "Great, I never rode in such a fancy car." Billy pressed a button and her eyes went wide, "There and seat warmers? Oh boy."

Billy chuckled, "Yeah there are. Now tell me more about your day."

Hazel shrugged, "The ER was pretty busy with the pageant mothers. There were a lot more people involved than we first thought so I stayed there my whole shift. But it was pretty uneventful other than that."

Billy chuckled, "Isn't it bad luck to say shit like that?"

Hazel shook the growing tiredness from her bones, "No, only when you're in the ER. What are you looking for in a bodyguard, is that the right term?" Billy nodded, "What are you looking for in a bodyguard who's working with kids?"

Billy smiled, "That's what I want you to tell me."

Hazel nodded, "Ok, well what are you looking for in a bodyguard full stop? There are traits of people who work with kids who would make shit bodyguards and vise versa so maybe I can find a happy middle."

For someone who hated managing people, she was good at understanding what it took, "Past the fundamental skills like being able to do the job, I'm looking for someone with a lot of knowledge of how to get out of bad situations, someone who cares but not so much that they'll get involved and someone who thinks in their feet."

"Ok, well a lot of that is what you need with kids too so that's not a problem. I'd say you should also look for someone who likes kids but not necessarily someone who has them. While it's not a bad thing, I've seen doctors and nurses lose focus if they let their mind drift to their own little ones." Hazel felt the exhaustion hit her as she spoke.

Billy nodded, "Yeah, I've noticed that with Frank. I was thinking a sixty forty split women and men?"

Hazel rested her head back and sunk into the plush of the seat, "Mmm, I think that's a good idea but it all depends on the people you pick." It was getting so hard for her to keep her eyes open.

"That's why I'm bringing you along, I figure you know what you're talking about. I also thought that you and Curt could develop a pediatric training program. You don't even have to come in, I just want your input on some ideas. I mean, we do have pediatric medics but I've never seen them in action and I know how good you are at your job." Billy cast a glance at Hazel, smiling when he found her eyes closed and her chest rising and falling softly.

In the silence, she roused, "Sure, I'd be happy to help, whatever's good for the kiddos is good for me."

Billy smiled, "You are amazing." He thought about another thing to talk about, something that would lull her back to sleep, "We've bought two properties too, they're both a total shit heep now but with some work, they'll will be really nice. One an apartment block with seven apartments and a security centre on the ground floor. It used to be an office building but it was rezoned and sold to us for nothing. We'll turn half into overnight rooms for our staff and others into safehouses."

Hazel let out an mhhh and Billy kept going, "The other is this house that's basically a shell now, the backyard is huge and it's a total mess. It will take us forever to fix, but we will use it as a holiday house for our high end clients when they stay for business."

Billy came to the main road and had a choice to make, take the short way and get to Anvil in half an hour or the long way and get there in double that. It was an easy choice for him, an hour in a car talking about his plans while Hazel slept was a good way to beat the boredom of traffic.

****

Billy didn't know why he hadn't woken Hazel up yet but he reasoned it was because she looked so peaceful. He reached across the centre console and stroked Hazel's cheek, repeating her name softly until her eyes fluttered open. She sat up and rubbed her face before looking around, horror growing on her expression, "Shit, did I fall asleep? I'm so sorry."

Billy shook his head, "It's alright, you needed it."

Hazel swallowed, "I haven't been sleeping much since the news."

Billy lifted his hand again and brushed a curl behind her ear, Hazel's eyes closing at the gentle touch, "I don't blame you. Are you feeling a bit better now."

Hazel sighed and stretched, "Much. That was the best sleep I've had since Friday."

Billy understood how she went from a double shift on Friday to cooking all of Saturday with much of a break, adrenalin was an amazing thing. "Yeah, you told me on Saturday that you had a bad day at work but that was your day off so I'm guessing you didn't sleep when you got home after your shift?"

Hazel shook her head, "Not a wink."

Billy's mind went through how he could kill the man before the hearing but he knew Hazel wouldn't want that, "Next time you can't sleep I want you to call me and we'll talk until you can." Hazel went to protest and he held up a hand, "Hey, it's the least I can do."

Hazel smiled softly and sniffed back her emotions, "Thank you."

Billy took a breath and pushed open his door, "We better head in now, before my staff think we're talking about something scandalous and start gossiping."

Hazel giggled, "Good idea."

Billy didn't miss the way Hazel glanced at him when he opened her door for her, nor how she stuck so close by him as they headed to his office. Hazel smiled when she saw the marking on the wall, "The fish tank, already?"

Billy smiled, "Yeah, I wasn't going to wait. Your fish guy already came through."

They sat down at Billy's desk and he placed the files in front of them before pointing to the separate piles, "Women and here and men are here, is there anything you want to know before we start?"

Hazel nodded, "Did you create a questionnaire for this job or is this just their files?"

"It's just their files but if you think a questionnaire could help I'll get the shortlisted people to fill it out." A tiny part of Billy wished Hazel had said yes to working for him but he knew she wouldn't find it fulfilling, so he have to settle for having her help him in her free time.

"Ok, how many people are you looking for?" Hazel was already looking over the folders.

"Twenty. We're expanding fast so we'd rather have the numbers up front then be struggling for people." Hazel was deep in thought as she poured over the information and Billy was more focused on her than on the work he had to do.

"I like him, Ryan Batts. I think he'd be a good fit." She placed his file on a pile and moved on to the next one.

"Alright." Billy paused, debating whether he should push it, "Can you help me with the interviews? I promise it won't take away from work or study."

Hazel sighed, "Ok, and before you ask, I've already have to questionnaire we used for the security we hire on the ward. We can work on some extra questions that focus on this job and go from there."

Billy grinned, "I owe you. Whatever you want, name it and it's yours."

Hazel shook her head, "Your company is payment enough." She threw the file in her hand into another pile, "Not him, he'd be shit."

Billy chuckled, "You're cheap to keep."

Hazel gave him a friendly shove, "If you must pay me, you can do it cool in fabric and endless praise."

Billy raised an eyebrow, "Oh really? I can heap on the praise if you like."

Hazel picked up on his tone because she gave it right back, "Hell yeah, who doesn't love he hear what a good job they're doing? I mean, I am an honour student, of course I have a praise kink."

Billy managed to hold himself together for another beat before he broke down in laughter, "I walked right into that, didn't I?"

Hazel nodded, "You ran into it dear."

Billy composed himself and took a breath before passing her a file, "What about her."

Hazel's eye drifted over it, "Yeah, I think she'll be good."

Billy was back to grinning, "We are going to get this way faster than I thought. Good job."

Hazel giggled, "If you keep it coming we'll get it done even faster."

****

The sun had long set by the time Billy brought Hazel home, and like always, she stopped by to chat to the man in the corner before making sure the whatever it was that she placed in her door every day was still there. 

Billy watched as Hazel looked around the apartment before relaxing, "Can I ask you what you're looking for when you check your door?" Hazel looked over him as if she was trying to decide if she should give away her secret, "I'm not going to tell a soul, don't worry." 

She took a deep breath, "A piece of white string. The cop that was first on the scene really helped me. When I told him I was worried about being stalked, he told me to put things like that in place, the only other person who knows is Lizzy." She paused, "I'm sorry." 

Billy closed the distance and placed his hand on her cheek, "Why are you sorry?" 

Hazel broke his gaze, "Because you've been through war and I'm a ball of nerves for no reason." 

Billy took her face in his hands and looked into her eyes, their rims red and damp, "You have nothing to be sorry for, someone you loved tried to kill you, Hazel, you were in a fight for your life. You don't need to apologise for anything, not for being scared or not trusting anyone, and certainly not for protecting yourself." 

There was a beat and then the dam broke and Hazel fell into his chest while hers racked with sobs. Billy wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair as she cried and tried to flog back the feelings growing in his chest. 

Billy's hand squeezed Hazel's shoulder and he felt the heaving of her ribs slow, "You're ok, everything is going to be ok." She took in a shuddering breath, and then another and another and finally calmed down but she made no move to extricate her from his embrace. 

"Thank you." Hazel's voice was muffled in Billy's chest and Billy reached up and stroked her hair as he reigned in his anger. Hazel pulled away and smiled at him, "You wanna stay for some coffee?" 

Billy nodded, "Sure. You know, when Anvil expanded, we started to take in clients who have been through similar things to you and Curt started a group for them, they meet at the same place that we do. Curt wouldn't mind it if you stopped by." 

Hazel held up a hand, "No, what happened to me is nothing compare to what happens to some people, I would be taking up a seat." Despite the shake in her voice, her hands were steady as she made the coffee. 

"Do you want to talk to me about what happened? I know that part of this is coming from you not knowing if you did everything you could and it's my job to know those things. We'll treat it like an after action report, there won't be any judgement and I won't criticise you if you made a mistake. That way, you know for sure that there's nothing you could have done." Billy knew Hazel would have done everything right. 

Hazel sighed and handed Billy a cup, "You don't need to be my shoulder to cry on Billy." 

Billy shook his head, "I'm your friend, that's what I'm here for." 

Hazel rubbed her face and gestured to the couch and her and Billy sat down together, "I promised myself the first time a man yelled at me I would leave and like so many women before me, it happened and I didn't. His name was, is, Jacob Cambell, he worked at the local gym and I met him at a bar. He was a muscle head and didn't have any intellectual pursuits but he was sweet, at least I thought he was." 

She took a deep breath, "We dated for two years and I missed a lot of the signs, the tiny ones that you don't know until it's way too late. I thought he never understood my interests because I didn't communicate them well enough, I now know that he didn't listen because he didn't care. I thought he didn't understand why my job was so hard for me because he had never had any exposure to it, I know now it's because my feelings didn't matter." 

Billy took Hazel's hand in his, "Four months before he assaulted me, I suspected he was taking steroids but I didn't bring it up because he had always been insecure about his size even though he was huge," she paused for a moment, wondering if she should keep going, "He had certain inabilities that only got worse with the steroid use and it made him very very angry."

Billy was no stranger to men who turned to drugs when they felt weak, it always ended the same, "The day before, he came back from work I wasn't in the mood to talk because I had lost a kid and he yelled, told me to shut up and called me selfish and I should have told him to fuck off there and then but he apologised and started crying and I forgave him." 

Billy could see Hazel steeling herself, "The next day, the same time, he came in spitting mad, red in the face, the whole nines. He asked me if I talked to the cops, I told him I had no idea what he was talking about. He didn't listen and I told him to leave and he didn't. There was name calling and I made like I was going to pour him a drink and got my gun. I pointed it at him and told him to leave again, he lunged at me and I was stupid enough not to shoot him in the head." 

Billy squeezed her hand, "Can I interrupt?" Hazel nodded, "Even if the best shooters in the world don't aim for the head unless they know they can land the shot. I'd argue that hitting a man who's coming at you in the knee is even harder but you made the right call, had you missed, it would have been worse. So the hit landed, you told me the first time that he didn't feel it?"  

Hazel chewed her lip and shook her head, "No. He was too close to shoot him again and he hit me. I hit him back multiple times but he was a lot stronger than me and he managed to get the gun from me. He knocked the wind out of me and I fell down, then he laughed and pulled the magazine out, flicked all the bullets at me and dropped the gun next to me. He hit me again and climbed on top of me and started to strangle me." 

Billy was even more satisfied with the ending he knew was coming, "He didn't count the bullets and I did. The gun was within reach, I grabbed it, put it to his stomach and fired. The rest is history." 

Billy could see Hazel drifting and he pulled her back, "I have seen grown men with the best training in the world crumble in the same situation where you didn't. There is nothing you could have done to stop what happened to you. You got out alive, that's it, there's nothing else that matters." 

Billy could see the relief come over Hazel's face, "Are you sure you're not just saying this to make me feel better?" 

Billy shook his head, "Doing that could get you killed if it happens again. There was nothing you could have done." 

Hazel rolled her shoulders and resolve came over her face, "If he gets out, I'll deal with it. I survived once, I can do it again." 

Billy smiled, "That's just right. Do you need me to stay with you tonight?" 

Hazel shook her head, "No, I'm good."

Billy stood up and the hug that followed felt so natural, "Are we still on for dinner at my place on Saturday?"

Hazel smiled, "Of course, I'm excited to see what you cook."

Billy's chest filled with warmth as she buried herself further into his chest, "You have people in your corner Hazel. Come next week, no matter what happens, you will get through this."

Hazel pulled away and smiled, "Thank you Billy. Get home safe."

****

Hazel sighed and sipped her coffee, leaning against the wall while Lizzy looked her over, "You look great, did that fuckstain get stabbed this morning?"

Hazel shook her head, "I told Billy everything last night. He took me home after I helped him with some Anvil stuff and we went over it. After I was done, he told me there was nothing else I could have done and when I asked him if he was bullshitting me to make me feel better, he told me made it clear he wasn't. It doesn't change the fact that I feel like justice has been stolen but I feel," she thought for a moment, "I feel so much more capable now."

Lizzy grinned, "Yeah, girl. You're a fucking badass, I've been telling you that since I met you. I'm not going to be offended that it took Mr Sexy to get it to sink in, I'm just glad you finally see it."

Hazel mirrored her smile, "I know this isn't the end, and I'm still going to be a wreck but I can handle it."A buzzing in her pocket pulled her attention away, "Speaking of, that's Billy now."

Lizzy waved her hand with a smile, "Go ahead, I need to get back to the ward anyway."

'Hey, is everything alright?" Hazel didn't know what she expected but it certainly wasn't what came.

"Yeah, everything's fine. I just got out of a meeting with the designer for those apartments I told you about and turns out it's going to cost us a bit more than we thought I wanted to bring something up before I pull the trigger." Billy had a feeling about what Hazel was going to say but he was going to try anyway.

"You have seven right? I think I fell asleep before I heard the rest." Hazel rubbed her face, that time in the car was the best rest she had gotten since she got the news about her Ex.

"Yeah. I'm not going to insult you by asking you to move into one, but for some reason, you need to leave your apartment in the next few months, I'd be happy to rent one to you for the same price you're paying now as long as you help me fix it up."

Billy knew there was no point in lying, she would see through it anyway, "Look, I'm not being selfless, this is going to cost us a lot and if you say yes, you'll be saving us a lot of money. We'll provide everything you need, plus some men to help you out, I just want you there to do what you did for your place."

Hazel's first response was to say yes but she didn't want to be dependent on anyone, "I'm really flattered that you think I'm that good and thank you for thinking of me but I have to say no. I need to get through this without taking a step back, I'll never feel safe again alone if I move somewhere with security all day and all night."

Billy sighed, "I understand, the offer is still there if you change your mind. I'll see you Tomorrow at my place for dinner."

Hazel took a deep breath, "I can't wait."

****

Billy had taken the night and most of the day to mull it over but he had made up his mind after his call with Hazel. He didn't even bother going into Frank's office, settling for calling him on his Anvil office phone, "I need to see the police report." 

Frank stuttered, "What police report, what are you talking about?" 

Billy bit back his anger, "Hazel's police report, I need to know what she's walking into on Thursday. She told me everything last but I need to see it for myself." 

Frank sighed, "I'll email it to you. Will Hazel be alright with this?" 

Billy somehow knew she would be, "Hazel is the most open person I know and I'll tell her on Thursday. Please Frank." 

Frank huffed, "It's in your inbox. Don't do anything stupid Bill, the woman can handle herself. You'll be able to see that as clear as day when you read it." 

"Thanks." Billy hung up the phone and rushed to open his email before taking a deep breath and clicking open the file. He read the report first and his chest swelled with pride, "offensive and defensive bruises, fingerprint marks around neck, mild powder burns on right hand." 

When Billy reached the photos, he knew he was finally better because, at that moment, the fury gave way to overwhelming clarity. If Hazel asked him, Jacob Cambell was a dead man, and if she didn't, he would bide his time until Cambell gave Billy a chance to do it anyway because men like that always do.  

Part 12

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