#Why'd she pick me to be vulnerable with

[cheralith]

characters ; michael kaiser cw ; fem!reader, she/her pronouns, childhood best friends, implied fwb, fluff-ish?, some smut so explicit content/smut (18+ only, mdni) a/n ; sorryyy last blurb for the day and then ill head to bed, i couldn't help myself

kaiser only has only had sex with two people in his life. you, his long-term friend from childhood and some other girl he doesn't remember the name of.

you gave each other your virginities in your blooming adult years, given that you were the only person that kaiser entrusted with such a vulnerable moment of himself. it was heaven on earth when he reached his first orgasm from you that wasn't by his own means, and he ended up chasing that high over and over again with you, always ending up in bed together whenever you stayed at his apartment. something about you feels safe, feels fitting, as if you were made for solely him.

the only other time he's had sex with another person was during a post-game party where a bunch of models were invited over to the clubhouse to celebrate. you're not technically in a relationship with him (disregard the fact that he took you out on what would be interpreted to literally everybody as dates, gifted you expensive things, would kiss you in unexpected moments merely because he felt like it, and has a picture of you in his wallet to help calm him down in frustrating moments. that doesn't mean anything. you’re just best friends.) and kaiser thinks that he should at least try to venture out with other people while he was still able to. you were abroad overseas during the time, so kaiser, who usually stalked off and did his own thing with you in his apartment after games like these, chose to stay behind for once to see what the hubbub was about.

he has his eyes set on a rather attractive woman and they end up in a hotel together, with her kissing his neck in an attempt to wind him up. he has his hands on her waist, but something about this feels... off. sure, he's hard, but when he juts himself into her, it doesn't feel right. it doesn't feel good on his end. he pulls moan after moan from her, but the pleasure for him has yet to appear, just barely feathering his nerves but not enough to truly drive him up the wall in the way he's familiar with. this seems more like a chore to him.

he feels it sometimes, and he tries to take advantage of it whenever it came by, but when he attempts to do so in one particular moment where she's riding him, she suddenly gets off and throws a glare his way.

kaiser sits up, clearly irritated at the fact she just short-circuited his orgasm. "what the hell? why'd you stop?"

she gathers her things and shuffles herself back into her outfit, huffing. "moaning out another girl's name? god, you're a dick."

"what the fuck are you talking about?" he spats.

"i don't know who (y/n) is—" she says with an edge to her tone, the sound of your name making his dick twitch. "but if she's some sort of ex you have, i feel sorry for her. sort it out, but don't drag me into it."

kaiser's eye twitches at the mention of her smothering your name in regards to him. he didn’t even notice the fact that he was even making any sound, let alone grunting out your name when you weren’t the one he was with.

he grits his teeth. "shut the hell up and get out."

"i was already planning to," she spits and escorts herself out the room, leaving kaiser half blue-balled to his disdain.

he groans, feeling his hard-on still rigid underneath the sheets. he pulls out his phone and opens your contact, where your flight details that you sent over to him lay out on the screen. you’ll be back tomorrow morning, thank god, but kaiser isn’t sure if he can wait that long. agitated, he presses the call button.

you pick up a moment later to his relief.

“hi there,” you murmur softly from your end.

kaiser feels another twitch, your sweet voice echoing in his mind. “hey.”

“you’re calling rather late,” you say, a concern evident in your voice. “everything okay?”

he goes silent for a minute, trying to think of what to say.

“… yes.”

you hum lowly on the other end, clearly unconvinced. “don’t lie to me, micha,” you warn.

“i’m not,” he groans as he rubs his forehead, attempting to filter out his frustration. “i just… i don’t know. i just miss you, that’s all.”

you give a soft, sweet laugh, a melody kaiser finds himself enjoying over and over again. “the great michael kaiser… missing somebody? what a feat.”

“don’t test me, you dumb girl,” he hisses, thumb hovering over the red button, though it’s clear he doesn’t want to press it or go near it at all. “i’ll end this call right now.”

“i’m kidding, you idiot,” you singsong playfully. “but… i miss you too, micha. a lot, actually.”

it’s been nearly a week since you’ve gone abroad for the business trip. seven days too long without you. he wants you back here with him in germany, in his arms where only you belong.

“when you come back tomorrow,” kaiser begins lowly, “d’you wanna hang out at my place?”

he can sense your smile through the phone. “i’d like that.”

he sighs contently. he figures that there’s no one else in the world he can picture himself with as relief settles into his chest, the thought of you underneath him with a lustful haze on your face staining his mind and bringing ease back into his body.

[mrsbuckybarnes1917]

9: OPERATION SURPRISE PARTY

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Summary: Sam and Torres do some light social media snooping on Bucky’s mysterious girl, but what they find raises unexpected concerns. Meanwhile, you receive a surprise DM from none other than Captain America himself, roping you into planning a birthday party for Bucky.

Warnings: Light social media snooping, mentions of Bucky’s past struggles with identity and belonging, emotional vulnerability, a surprise (and possibly confusing) kiss

Word Count: 2653

“FED ALPINE. YOU’RE WELCOME. 💖”

“THANKS. SHE LIKES YOU BETTER THAN ME NOW.”

Sam sighed. He hated waiting. He was a patient man, but he hated waiting. But it came with the new territory. He pushed aside his third cup of coffee and picked up his phone. Torres flopped down in the chair beside him. 

“Nothing man, I got nothing,” Sam sighed impatiently. “Guess we keep waiting.”

“Hey Cap?” Joaquin asked. “Why'd you invite me? Barnes too busy brooding to help you out?”

“Actually Barnes said he was busy with a hot date.”

“Barnes dates?” Joaquin asked incredulously.

“He has a girl.”

“No way! I gotta say, I'm real curious to see what kinda girl has managed to soften that man's heart.”

A smirk crept across Sam's face and he held up his phone. “You know, we could always do a little sleuthin’.”

Torres laughed, but leaned in. “He'd kill us.”

“Come on, are you scared of that big ole softie?” Sam joked, tapping on Instagram and typing in your handle, the one Bucky had shared with him.

@JewelsByY/N

Your feed was a beautiful array of photographed jewelry pieces, close ups of intricate designs and the occasional shot of your workbench which you tagged #wherethemagichappens.

Torres leaned back looking unimpressed. “This is all boring jewelry posts. Where's the juicy stuff?”

“Give me a minute,” Sam scolded. He swiped across to the mentions and scrolled down until he found what he was looking for— a tagged photo of you and your personal Instagram account: @CharmedByNature. Immediately, the screen displayed a full, unfiltered glimpse into your life.

Sam laughed. “Jackpot!”

The screen was now filled with snapshots of your life, painting a clearer picture of who you were.

You, Aditi and Hanna from the bachelorette party, wearing coveralls and holding your guns in the classic Charlie's Angels pose.

A photo of you smearing birthday cake over Hanna's face. 

A snap in front of the Rockerfeller Christmas tree while you try to balance on ice skates.

A candid shot of you on the beach, lost in thought while you stared out at the sea.

The shot of Bucky in the wolf enclosure.

A selfie of you and Bucky in Central Park.

They scrolled down, chuckling at your antics when a particular photo caught Torres’ attention. 

He grabbed Sam’s arm. “Woah, hang on a minute. Go back up one.”

“What?” Sam asked, swiping back up. 

Torres pointed at a man in the background of one of your photos. It had been taken at the Sharma house at Thanksgiving and Aditi's family could be seen in the background. 

“Is that who I think it is?”

Sam's amused demeanor vanished in an instant, his expression tightening. “Yeah. Yeah, it is.”

“Do you think Bucky knows?” Torres asked.

“I'm not sure, but we're going to have to get some more intel before we say anything.” Sam sighed. He closed the app and slid his phone onto his pocket, his mind already racing through the implications of their findings. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath before letting silence fall between them.

Even though a few days had passed since the bachelorette party, Camille’s Instagram post still lingered in your mind. You had avoided looking at it again, but Hanna and Aditi’s teasing hadn’t let up. They had been thrilled to even catch a glimpse of your secret hunk and had declared that he had behaved like the perfect gentleman.

You hadn’t seen Bucky since that night and there had been no further communication with him. You wondered what he was thinking. Probably that he had passed the first test and no further contact was required until the wedding. You sighed, scrolling mindlessly through your feed. Just when you were officially bored out of your mind, a notification popped up on your official instagram.

New Message Request: @CapsGotWings

You frowned. Was it spam? A prank? But curiosity got the best of you, and you tapped on the notification. The message read:

2:23 PM - Sam: Hey, it’s Sam Wilson. Don’t freak out, but I got your Instagram handle from Bucky. I need your help.

You stared at the screen. Bucky must have given Sam your Instagram. This was it, it was your turn in the spotlight. Before you could overthink the development, another message popped up.

2:24 PM - Sam: Planning a surprise birthday party for Bucky. You in?

Your eyes were as good as popping out of your skull and you were glad Bucky wasn’t around to witness this moment. Answer the message! Your star struck brain told you. He would be able to see that you’d read the messages. You typed back:

2.24 PM - You: Hi… are you actually Sam Wilson? Because this feels almost like a catfish situation.

Seconds later your phone was ringing. You hesitated, smoothing out your hair and checking your face before you answered the video call.

“H-hi?” you stuttered.

“Hey there, gorgeous. Is this proof enough for you? Sam Wilson, in the flesh… well, on your screen. New, charming Captain America. Happy that this isn’t a catfish?”

You blushed and nodded. “Nice to meet you.”

Sam flashed a dazzling grin, leaning slightly closer to the camera. “Pleasure's all mine. So, what d’you think? You ready to help me give Barnes the best birthday of his life?”

You blinked, still processing the surreal moment of Captain America himself casually chatting with you via video call. "Wait, does Bucky even like birthday parties?" you asked skeptically.

Sam chuckled. “Nope, he will hate this. But that’s what makes it fun!”

You laughed nervously. “Are you sure, I don’t want to make him uncomfortable?”

“Wow, you really do like him. Don’t worry,” Sam held up his hand, “I solemnly swear to take full responsibility for any… outbursts which may arise from this. You just gotta bring your A-game and keep the grumpiness at bay.”

“Sounds like a challenge.”

“I don’t think you’ll have any trouble. He does this weird little smile thing when anyone mentions your name.”

Bucky smiled when he thought about you? You tried to play it cool, but the heat rising in your cheeks betrayed you. “He does not,” you said, rolling your eyes.

Sam raised an eyebrow. “Oh, he absolutely does. It’s subtle— you gotta know him— but it’s there. Trust me.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Alright, Captain. What's the plan for this party?”

“Glad you asked,” Sam said, leaning back in his chair. “We’re keeping it small— a few friends. I thought since you’re into the whole design thing, you could come up with some decorations… I dunno, maybe something 40’s related, low-key. How does that sound?”

“Sounds manageable.”

“Good, cause that guy deserves something good in his life for once.”

Your face fell slightly at Sam’s words, and you thought back to the vulnerable moments you’d had with him, the ones he tried so hard to hide. “Yeah,” you whispered. “He does.”

Sam’s expression softened temporarily, but then the mischievous smirk was back. “And who better to brighten his birthday than the girl who makes him actually smile.”

You rolled your eyes again, but the flush on your cheeks refused to fade. “I see what Bucky means, you’re impossible.”

“Part of my charm, darlin’,” Sam grinned. “I’ll DM you the details… Oh, and don’t mention this to him. If he finds out, I’ll know it was you.” Sam pointed a finger at the camera of his phone.

You laughed. “Noted. Thanks for the heads-up, Cap.”

“Anytime,” Sam said with a wink before ending the call.

You sat cross legged on your couch, tablet balanced in your lap as your stylus danced across the screen. The afternoon sunlight filtered through your slightly dusty windows and radiated its winter warmth into your living room. Your phone vibrated on the coffee table, but you didn’t pick it up, choosing to claim this rare moment of peace where inspiration flowed through you.

The design on your screen was simple but elegant, a bracelet with etchings that resembled the pattern on Bucky’s vibranium arm. It was sleek and modern and on the inside you planned to have his name engraved. He had told you that the dogtags he wore had belonged to Steve Rogers, a gift from his best friend. He had admitted that he had lost his years ago when he had lost his identity to HYDRA. You wanted him to have something that would remind him of who he was.

You smiled to yourself, imagining his reaction. Would he like it? Would he even wear it?

A sharp rap of knuckles on your front door brought you out of your reverie. You dropped your tablet onto the couch and padded to the door, opening it to find one Bucky Barnes standing outside your apartment.

“Hey, Princess,” he said, looking down at you, his hands behind his back.

“Bucky!” you gasped, surprised to see him. You stepped aside so he could come in. “What’s up?”

He shrugged. “I thought… we haven’t… just checking that you’re still honoring our contract.”

“Don’t worry, I drew up an iron clad agreement. You’d need legal advice to get out of your boyfriend duties.”

Bucky rolled his eyes but a faint smirk tugged at his lips.

You waved at the couch, motioning for him to take a seat, darting past him to grab your tablet and tossing it into the armchair.

“Working on some new designs?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you smiled.

“Anything I'd be interested in?”

“Maybe,” you said shyly. “But can I show you when it's finished?”

He nodded. “Of course.”

“So…” you started.

“So?” he prompted. 

You needed to tell him. Communication was key to a successful fake relationship. 

“Samsplanningapartyforyou,” you blurted out in a rushed mumble.

“Doll, I have no idea what you just said, and I have enhanced hearing.”

“Sam’s planning a surprise birthday party for you.”

Bucky groaned and ran his hand over his face. “Of course he is. I told him under no circumstances that he could do that.”

“Yeah, well, you’re going to have to go with it, because he’s roped me into helping.”

“Wait, what?” Bucky looked at you, eyes wide with surprise. “He contacted you? How?”

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh at his expression. “Instagram. He slid into my DMs.”

His face was a mix of horror and betrayal. “I’m gonna kill him.”

“Don’t worry,” you said quickly, holding up a hand. “It’s not that bad. Low key, small venue, a few people… and cake— most important thing!”

“Still…” He scratched his beard, looking genuinely uncomfortable.

“You can't! You have to pretend to be surprised!”

“Why?”

You leaned forward, resting your elbows on your knees. “Look, all I’m asking is that you pretend to be surprised when the time comes. Please? For me? I don’t want to look like a total narc.”

Bucky let out a resigned sigh, his gaze softening as he looked at you. “Fine. But if Sam makes me wear a party hat, I'm out.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “No hats, got it. Just some friends and lots of cake. Don't sweat it Bucky, it will be over before you know it and you can go back to being a grumpy cat.”

Bucky gave a small grunt of acknowledgement, leaning back into the couch, his arms resting on the sides. He stared out of the window, the sunlight reflecting off his steely blue eyes.

“So… why did you really come over, Bucky?” you asked softly, wondering if there was more to his visit.

Bucky looked down at his hands, jaw tensing as he considered his words carefully. “I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice gruff. “I just… couldn’t sit in my apartment anymore.”

“Oh?” You tilted your head to the side, watching his face closely. “Bad day?”

He shrugged, looking out of the window again. “Had a few of those lately,” he said, quietly. 

You set the tablet down on the coffee table and shifted to face him, giving him your full attention. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Bucky let out a bitter laugh and shook his head. “Talking doesn’t usually help.”

“Maybe not, but sometimes it might. Sometimes, it’s not about the talking— it’s about having someone who's willing to listen… to share the burden.”

He turned to look at you, expression somewhat guarded but he gave you a long calculating look. Eventually he spoke. “Do you ever feel like you're… always trying to catch up?”

You tilted your head in an inquisitive manner.

“The world moved on without me. Everyone did. Steve… even Sam. They all found their place. And me?” He paused, his lips pressing together in a thin line. “I’m just… stuck.”

Your heart ached for him, but you stayed silent, letting him continue at his own pace.

“And I've tried… I swear, I've tried. But I don’t know how. Every time I try to pull myself out of this, something goes wrong and I find myself in the same place. Just… stuck. I don't fit… anywhere.”

It took a second for you to get over the wave of pain that seemed to wash over you. But you got up out of the armchair and went to sit by his side. You laid your hand on his hand. “You fit here.” 

It was such a simple answer. And it was the truth. He did fit. There was nothing more to it. You continued, leaning closer towards him. “And maybe you don't have to catch up with anyone. It's okay to find your own pace, your direction.”

“I feel like everything I do is… wrong. Everyone keeps encouraging me to be part of the world, like Sam and this birthday party. But I don't feel like I'm a part of this world.”

“Bucky, you are a part of this world. You should live in it how you want, not how other people want you to.”

Bucky sat in silence, contemplating your words.

“You know, if you don't want a party, I can help you skip it.”

“No, it's fine. I'll go,” Bucky sighed.

“You don't have to do this alone.” You squeezed his hand, looking into his face. 

Bucky’s gaze dropped to where your hand rested on his. His voice, when he finally spoke, was quieter. “You’re good at this.”

“At what?”

“Making people feel like they’re not broken.”

“You’re not broken, Bucky,” you said, your voice full of conviction. “You’re just… figuring it out. And that’s okay.”

He looked at you then, really looked at you, tracing a slow path from your eyes to your lips and back again. The space between you seemed to shrink, the air charged with something… more. It felt as though the invisible barrier that always kept him just out of reach had dissolved, leaving nothing but the two of you.

You didn’t plan it; you didn’t think. It was instinct, a pull you couldn’t resist. Before you knew it, you leaned in, closing the small gap, your lips brushing his in a tentative, delicate kiss.

For a moment, Bucky froze, his body going rigid with surprise. The realization hit you like a wave of cold water, and you pulled away, your heart hammering in panic. But before you could fully retreat or apologize, his hand curled around the back of your neck, holding you close.

“Wait,” he murmured. “We should practice. You know, for Sam. He’ll expect us to look convincing.” 

Your breath caught as he leaned forward this time, brushing his lips against yours with a softness that belied the power in his hand. It was over so fast. And when he pulled back, his expression was unreadable.

“Yeah,” he said, standing abruptly. “That’s probably convincing enough.”

Before you could say anything, he was at the door, his back to you. “See you later, Princess.”

And then he was gone, leaving you to wonder what the hell had just happened.

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[abbysgolf-club]

STALKER

part 2

an abby anderson fic. wlw.

TW:: smut, mdni!!! softdom!abby, mentions of alcoholism, weight gain and reader is said to have longer hair. cunnilingus, fingering, aftercare!! use of pet names ie, sweetheart, sweet girl i literally dont think i could've made abby anymore gentle for y'all. (let me know if i've missed anything)

NO USE OF Y/N I PROMISE.

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It was her.

You recognised the large calloused hand as soon as it touched you. You knew it was Abby. You wriggled in her grasp; her free hand snaking around your waist to keep you in place.

"There's no point in trying to run, sweetheart. I don't want to hurt you. I just want to talk." Abby's voice spoke, a sound you hadn't heard in a good while. Her voice was smooth and calm, different from how you last heard her.

You muffled something into her hand before she finally took it away so you could speak, her hand still holding you on your waist. You let a breath out, unaware you were even holding one in.

"Why're you here? I specifically told you, stay the fuck away from me," You told her, your voice shaking slightly from the risen anxiety. Before she could respond you sighed, realising you were going to have to face her one day or another, might aswell be when she's broken into your apartment.

"Go sit on the couch, let me clean up this glass and then i'll come through.. and talk to you." You mumbled, waiting for her to let go.

"Whatever you say, sweet girl." Abby spoke breathily into your ear as she slowly removed her hands off your waist and backed up into the lounge.

Once she'd gone, you picked up the dustpan and brush and began scraping the broken glass on the floor into the dustpan, making sure there was no excess shards that could get stuck in your cats paws.

Once you cleaned up, you made your way over to the lounge. Seeing Abby sat on your couch with your cat, Garfield, on her lap made you remember the old times, when you two were still together. But you were done with that time of your life. You continued to tell yourself as you sat down next to her on the couch.

"Why'd you come back? You cheated on me, Abby." When you mentioned what happened that night, 4 months ago, Abby's face turned a pale pink colour in embarrassment for how she'd treated you. "You were manipulative, cruel, you treated me like i wasn't my own person; like you owned me." You spoke again, Abby looking at you with sorrow and guilt.

"Listen, baby.. that's what i came here to explain.. That's why i needed to find you." Abby answered, her eyes full of guilt and something else you couldn't quite lay your finger on.

You looked at her, waiting for her to begin explaining, not wanting to speak until she explained herself.

Abby sighed, leaning back on your couch, your cat still curled up in a ball on her lap as she stroked it carefully.

"That night.. is the biggest mistake i ever made. After you left, i changed. I realised i had to get better and recover. I've spent 3 months in therapy to get my drinking under control." She swallowed a thick lump in her throat before she continued to speak, "You, sweet girl, are the best thing that's ever come into my life. You are the kindest soul i've ever come across, like an angel placed on the planet for me to love and adore. All i'm asking for is one more chance. To prove i've changed. Please.." She looked at you, a look you'd never seen before. Vulnerability. She was genuinely upset. She really did love you, after all, would she have gone through therapy and found your exact location if she didn't care about you?

"Abby.. I.. I don't know what to say.." Your voice quiet, realisation hitting you that Abby did infact cherish you, she just wasn't in the best head space at that time.

"Then don't say anything, sweetheart." Abby spoke, pulling you into her lap, staring up at you sweetly. You'd gained a little bit of weight since your last encounter with Abby, but, of course that was no problem. You didn't even know if she noticed.

Abby's hands trailed along your hips to your waist and back again, before she pulled you into a loving kiss. It took you a second to realise what was happening until you melted under her touch, kissing her back softly.

"Abby.." you muttered, pulling back from the kiss, staring into her big blue-green orbs. Just as you were about to continue speaking, Abby held a finger up to your lips.

"Shh, I told you not to say anything baby, let me make it up to you for everything." With that said, she lifted you off her lap, laying you down on the couch onto your back.

"May I?" She asked, motioning to the button on your black denim shorts. You nodded reluctantly, nervous she'd judge you for your body image.

Abby smiled, unbuttoning your shorts and pulling them to your ankles, discarding them on the floor beside you.

She smiled at the slight pudge on your stomach, kissing gently at your stretch marks and down your thighs, removing your underwear as she did so. Abby's soft and sweet actions gave you butterflies; you felt a small pool between your legs.

"So wet for me already, baby?" Abby murmured, positioning her head inbetween your legs, looking up at you for permission.

"You can.. but be gentle.. please.." You asked softly, Abby smiled before looking down at the beautiful sight in front of her eyes.

Before you knew it, Abby's tongue slowly licked up between your folds, focusing on your clit. A soft gasp left your lips, causing Abby to grin as she continued slowly lapping your clit like she was starved; savouring your taste.

Your hand tangled into her neatly braided hair, you swore she never took it down and she woke up with it perfect everyday.

"Abby.." You moaned, breathlessly, Abby hummed against you, speeding her tongue up slightly, twirling it around your clit in small deliberate circles.

Abby reached her hand up, still eating you out as she slowly pushed her middle and ring finger inside you. Curling them inside to hit your spot; causing your head to fall back and moans escape your mouth.

Your grip tightened as she sped up, still keeping every movement gentle. Her free hand stroking your thigh lovingly.

Not long later, you felt your climax building up in your lower stomach, clenching your walls around Abby's fingers. Abby grinned as you clenched around her, "Cum for me, sweet girl." She said, lifting her head up to looked at your flustered, fucked-out face.

Her words sent you over the edge, coaxing her fingers and her face in your juices, Abby slurping them up like there was no tomorrow, helping you ride out your high.

Abby pulled her fingers out of you, giving one last lick to your clit; wiping her hand on her trousers and the corners of her mouth on her t-shirt.

"Let's get you cleaned up, baby. You look so pretty." She spoke, sitting up from between your legs, pulling you to sit up aswell. She grabbed the hair bobble off your wrist, tying your hair up into a small ponytail.

She then proceeded to pick you up off the couch, asking you for directions to your bathroom so you could go to the toilet.

Once she got you there, she waited outside for you to finish and then picked you up again bridal style and carried you to your bedroom, laying you down in your bed.

"Do you want anything sweetheart? Food? Water?" Abby asked you, smiling down at you in your bed.

"Water please.." You murmured, sleepily. Abby have you a peck on the forehead before travelling back downstairs to grab you a glass of cold water with ice and a straw.

"Here you go, we can't have you getting dehydrated." She smiled, walking over to you and handing you the water, before searching through your closet for some pyjamas. She found a black pair of fully pyjama pants bought them to you, helping you put them on.

Once you were dressed; Abby climbed into your bed next to you, allowing you to put your water down on your bedside table before spooning you, peppering your neck and upper back with kisses.

"Goodnight, sweet girl. I'll be here when you wake up. I promise."

And that was the last thing you heard before drifting off to sleep. Back in her arms, where you longed to be.

[supercap2319]

Y/N looks around nervously as Clark drags him into a nightclub called Atlantis in Metropolis. Inside, the lights are flashin, and the music blaring. Clark pushes through the crowd of dancers as he pulls Y/N by the hand. A young waitress with a tray of drinks walks by, and when she she's Clark, she smiled. "Hey, what's up, Kal?"

"Why'd she call you Kal, Clark?" Y/N asked over the loud music.

Clark grins wolfishly. "It's my secret identity." They head towards a bar, but Y/N makes Clark stop and look at him. "Clark. Clark! I have been worried about you for three months, and you've been hanging around in nightclubs? With skimpy dressed women? Men who don't know how to put clothes on?"

"You're so cute when you're angry." Clark pulls him by the hand to the bar. Y/n, if you keep talking about Hicksville, you're gonna be on the next bus going back. Now I thought you were here to have some fun."

"That 'Hicksville' is my home. So, yeah, maybe I will be going home." Y/N turned to leave, but Clark grabbed him by the arm and turned him around to face him. "So, stubborn. It's kinda hot. I always wanted to try rough sex." He leans in and kisses him. Y/N returns the kiss eagerly until Clark finally pulls away.

"I'm glad you're here." For a moment, looking into those baby blues, Clark almost seemed like himself again. The shy and vulnerable version. Y/N nods. "Me too."

Y/N walked away, and the bartender watched the exchange with a smirk. "If he's the one you've been saving yourself for, I can understand the wait, my man." Clark smiled as they fist bump.

Close to the bathroom, Y/N dials the Kent's phone number on his phone. He waits for someone to pick up before he hears Mr. Kent's voice on the other side of it. "Hello?"

"Mr. Kent, I found Clark."

"Y/N, where are you?"

"A nightclub in Metropolis called Atlantis. He's acting really strange." Y/N said.

"Y/N, listen to me. Clark is not himself right now. I want you to be very careful. Now I'm on my way down there, but if he wants to leave, I don't want you to try and stop him." Mr. Kent said.

"Okay." Y/N turned to see Clark standing behind him. "Who you talking to?" He snatched the phone and put it to his ear. "Who's this?"

"Clark, it's me."

"Jonathan... how's the farm?" Clark said with malice.

"Clark, your mother and I love you very much, and we want you to come home."

"Is that right? Hey, what about not dwelling on the past and making a fresh new start? Come on, you can admit it. You're happier I'm gone. I mean, it's not like you two ever really cared about me. I was just a charity case for you good churchgoers. Poor little orphan boy." Clark said.

"Clark...Son, that's not true." Jonathan protests.

"I'm not your son! And you're not my parents. You never have been! You never will be! I don't know why I'm wasting my breath talking to you." Clark throws the cell phone to the ground.

"Clark, what is the matter with you?! Your parents love you! I love you." Y/N reached for his face, but Clark grabbed his hands and glared at him. "Do you always betray the people you love?" Y/N doesn't respond, and Clark walks away.

A little while later, Y/N pouts over his coke on the rocks as Clark is sitting at the bar, flirting with anything with a skirt or a giant bulge in their pants. It's his way of punishing Y/N, and it's working. The way Clark teases and smiles at some chick with too much makeup on her face.

The final straw was when Clark reached down between her skirt. Y/N stood up and walked towards Clark. "I'm leaving. Enjoy your stay in AIDS City." Y/N turns to walk out of the club, but Clark pins him to the bar and towers over him. "You're mine, Y/N. You belong to me, and you know it." He kissed him.

[lottiesnotebook]

Happy Friday! ❝ Quick! Act natural! ❞ for Cara and Taash.

Thank you for the prompt! It turns out Taash and comedy actually do not come naturally to me, but I hope this fits what you were hoping for! Shenanigans and fake-out makeouts ahoy!

Cara Hawke-Laidir & Taash, mischief and shenanigans, pretending to make out as a distraction

@lasatfat | @dadrunkwriting

never want for drink

"When you suggested breaking into the boss's house," Taash says, from about the level of Cara's hip, "I thought you'd have a smarter plan than 'climb a tree'."

"You don't mess with the classics," Cara retorts, hauling herself onto the branch above her head, and offering Taash a hand up. "Besides, this tree's an old friend. It's never let me down before."

They look up at her as the bough creaks ominously beneath her weight. "You sure about that?"

She grins. "Scared, darling?"

"Fuck you."

"You wish." She rises to her feet and tiptoes along the branch to the windowledge, just to show off. "I did pack a rope, if you don't think you can manage the usual route."

The shutters, of course, are locked and warded, but Cara has been making (and unmaking) Isabela's wards since she was ten, and whoever they brought in to replace her doesn't know all her tricks. It's practically child's play to unpick it, which is just as well, because an ominous cracking noise and a muffled curse emerges from the branch behind her. She turns just in time to grab Taash's wrist before they fall, which wouldn't be enough to save them but for the cushion of air she creates to catch them, giving them time to catch the sill with their fingertips.

"You knew that would happen," Taash accuses, and Cara arches a brow.

"You didn't have to take the dare."

Taash only grunts in response, but scrambles up onto the sill beside her. "You got that lock open yet, or were you too busy yapping?"

"Busy saving your ass, more like," Cara retorts. "Do you want to pull your weight on this mission, or are you going to leave it to me to pull it for you?"

"This was your idea!"

"Technically, I only said that Isabela has some whiskeys from Kirkwall even you might be able to taste. I didn't say we had to go get them."

"You put the temptation in front of me!" Taash argues.

Cara rolls her eyes. "Do I look like your mother? You're grown, you can resist temptation all by yourself."

"If you were my mother, the Qun would've drowned you at birth. Or at the very least cut out your tongue."

"And spared me the joys of bickering with you. Are you going to move over and let me pick this lock, or are you going to keep bitching about a silly little tree-related prank?" Cara says, leaning under Taash's arm to get to the lock on the shutters.

"So you admit it was a prank?"

"I admit nothing, but it was very funny to see you nearly fall on your ass."

There's a pause, broken only by the quiet clicks of her tools in the lock, until Taash says, more quietly. "Why'd you really suggest this, Laidir?"

"I was bored. You looked miserable. It was bringing the mood down."

For that, she gets an elbow to the shoulder, and nearly wobbles off the ledge.

"Don't be a bitch, I'm being vulnerable and shit."

"Emphasis on the shit. I'm always a bitch, you know that." She wrinkles her nose, then grins as the lock pops open. "That's how it's done, kid."

The room beyond is Isabela's private sitting room, currently empty, but the floor is scattered with bright patterned rugs, any one of which could hide a trap or spell-glyph, most of which probably do.

"I'm not a kid," Taash mutters, resentfully, and Cara tugs playfully on the end of their braid.

"Not when we're done with this, you're not," she agrees, sunnily. "Breaking into Aunt Iz's liquor cabinet is a rite of passage for the Lords."

"I thought that was the Hall of Valor?"

"Sure, if your only talents involve hitting things." She rises from her crouch, sweeps a bow that's only half-mocking. "Go on, then. Youth before beauty. Show me what they're teaching the rookies these days."

Taash grunts, but rises to their full height, giving Cara an impressive view of their back muscles as they reach for the exposed rafters and swing from one to the other, pausing to perform a showy pull-up over the central rug before landing with surprising grace in front of the enamelled liquor cabinet. They turn and eloquently flip Cara off.

"Think you can do better, old-timer?"

The rugs have been switched out since last time, but the pressure plates will be harder to move, and the wisp Cara releases from a jar immediately flutters over to investigate the bespelled rugs. It's not quite as cool as swinging across the rafters, but she still thinks she makes something of a rakish impression by sauntering across the safest path.

"Nothing to it," she brags. "Now, if I handle the wards on this one, you can handle the locks, and tonight, we'll drink like Lords should."

The cabinet has just swung open to reveal their prize when the door begins to creak.

Cara barely has time to hiss: "Quick, act natural!" before she's picked up by her hips and pressed back against the open cabinet, Taash's face buried somewhere in her cleavage. She tries her best to feign ecstasy, but the act is over before it can begin - she's giggling the moment she catches Isabela's eye.

"You're going to have to try harder than that," her aunt says, arms folded. "You know your mother and I practically invented that trick, it's the oldest one in the book."

This, of course, prompts Taash to extract themself from her bosom and dump her on her ass.

"Whose mother?" they demand.

Isabela cackles.

They look at each other, horrified, then at her, and demand, in unison: "Whose mother?"

For once, their captain refuses to kiss and tell.

[sturniolocoded13]

I Hate Boston - 🧡 Chris Sturniolo

The memories cascade like falling leaves in autumn, each one tinged with a bittersweet hue, as if they were painted by a heart torn between love and resentment. Y/n sits alone in her dimly lit apartment, her fingers strumming the strings of her guitar, her voice soft yet laden with emotion as she pours her heart into the lyrics she's penning.

"I was just a tourist," she sings softly, her voice trembling with raw vulnerability. "You got to be a big hometown hero."

She pauses, memories of Chris flooding her mind like a relentless tide. Chris, with his brown hair and piercing blue eyes, the YouTuber whose smile could light up a room. The boy from Boston who swept her off her feet with promises of adventure and love.

But promises are fragile things, easily broken.

"Made you feel important," she continues, her voice growing stronger with each word. "Still stuck in your high-school yearbook."

Y/n remembers the way Chris would reminisce about his glory days, how he seemed trapped in a perpetual cycle of longing for the past instead of embracing the present. She was just a footnote in his story, a passing fancy to be discarded when the novelty wore off.

"Why'd we have to cover so much ground?" she sings, the ache in her voice palpable. "You showed me around."

Boston, once a city filled with promise and excitement, now holds painful memories for Y/n. Everywhere she turns, she sees traces of Chris, reminders of a love that was never meant to last.

"As far as I'm concerned, they should just burn the whole city down," she sings, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and sorrow.

Y/n's fingers falter on the strings of her guitar, tears blurring her vision as she struggles to continue. The pain of their breakup is still fresh, a wound that refuses to heal.

"How'd you make me hate Boston?" she sings, her voice breaking on the final note. "It's not its fault that you don't love me."

The words hang in the air like a heavy weight, the truth of them echoing in the hollow chambers of her heart. Boston was just a backdrop to their love story, innocent yet tainted by the ghosts of their past.

"Had its charm, but it lost it," she continues, her voice growing stronger with each word. "It's not its fault, just a casualty."

Y/n's fingers find their rhythm again, the melody a soothing balm to her wounded soul. Through her music, she finds solace, a way to express the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her.

"Mm, how'd you make me hate Boston?" she sings, her voice tinged with sadness. "The whole thing is haunted."

Haunted by memories of a love that was never meant to last, haunted by the ghost of Chris and the promises he couldn't keep.

"How do you sleep?" she sings, her voice trembling with anger. "Oh, when you held me hostage."

Y/n remembers the suffocating weight of Chris's expectations, how she felt like she was drowning in his need for validation. Their love was never equal, always lopsided, with Y/n giving more than she ever received.

"You must be exhausted," she continues, her voice tinged with bitterness. "Don't you miss me?"

But the question hangs in the air unanswered, lost in the silence of the empty room. Chris is gone, a casualty of their love, leaving Y/n to pick up the pieces of her shattered heart.

"And casual's the way you chose to leave," she sings, her voice soft yet defiant. "And you're all over every single street."

Chris may be gone, but his presence lingers like a shadow, haunting every corner of the city they once called home. But Y/n refuses to be defined by their failed love story, determined to forge a new path for herself, one free from the ghosts of the past.

As the final notes of her song fade into the night, Y/n sits alone in her apartment, the echoes of her music mingling with the whispered memories of a love that was never meant to last. But amidst the pain and heartache, there is a glimmer of hope, a promise of a future yet unwritten, waiting to be discovered. And as Y/n looks to the horizon, she knows that no matter where life may take her, she will always carry the music of her heart within her, a testament to the power of love, loss, and the strength to rise again.

[amayaonly1]

Verses Unwritten: A Rap Odyssey

Eminem x Rapper!OC

Verse 16

About: Eminem wrestles with an unexpected sense of vulnerability after a conversation with Genji reveals her true name and the story behind it. Reflecting on her resilience and how she navigates between her identities, he begins to see cracks in his own walls, and he's not sure whether to guard them or let them break.

"Verses Unwritten: A Rap Odyssey" Chapter List: Verse 1 | Verse 2 | Verse 3 | Verse 4 | Verse 5 | Verse 6 | Verse 7 | Verse 8 | Verse 9 | Verse 10 | Verse 11 | Verse 12 | Verse 13 | Verse 14 | Verse 15 | Verse 16 | Verse 17 | Verse 18 | Verse 19 | Verse 20 | Verse 21 | Verse 22 | Verse 23 | Verse 24 | Verse 25 | Verse 26 | Verse 27

Disclaimer: This work is a work of fiction, and any involvement of the character Genji is purely fictional and not representative of any real person.

Eminem sat on the edge of his hotel bed, the faint hum of the TV in the background doing little to drown out his thoughts. The laptop sat on the desk, still open to the last frame of their call. He had half a mind to shut it down, but Genji's soft laugh echoed in his head, clear as if she were still there.

Futaba.

The name hung in his mind, and the weight of her story lingered in his chest. He hadn't expected her to open up like that. It was as if she offered it like she trusted him. That thought hit him harder than he was ready for.

He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees as he stared at the floor. Strange. Why'd that get to him? It wasn't like they hadn't shared stories and vulnerabilities.

Genji — or Futaba — wasn't like anyone else in his life. Most people either wanted something from him or kept their distance. But with her? She had a way of seeing through all the noise without pushing too hard. It unnerved him how easily she slipped past the walls he didn't even know he was still holding up. Yet, that felt foreign and grounding.

His phone buzzed on the desk, pulling him out of his thoughts. It was a text from Hailie.

Hailie: Did she like the scarf?

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Hailie had been so insistent about picking the perfect gift for Genji, poring over photos online and debating colours like it was a life-or-death decision.

Marshall: Yeah, she liked it. Even wore it on tour. Said thanks.

The reply came almost instantly.

Hailie: Told you! You owe me.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, kid. You're always right," he muttered.

The smile lingered for a moment before fading as he leaned back, staring at the ceiling. His thoughts drifted back to the call. He could still see Genji sitting there with her chin resting on her hand, amused at his attempt to tease her about the scarf.

But it wasn't just her laugh or smile that stuck with him. It was how she looked when she talked about her name. Her gaze slipped off-camera as if she was caught between pride and doubt.

"When I started out, I was the youngest and the only girl. A name like 'Futaba' sounded too soft or feminine for them to take me seriously. So I became Genji. It made them listen."

Her words replayed in his head, feeling the weight of them sinking in. He knew that feeling of having to build a persona to make people take you seriously, to shield yourself from judgement and doubt. He'd done it with Slim Shady, letting the chaos and the anger do the talking when Marshall felt too small to be heard.

But it was different for her. She wasn't hiding behind Genji. She was both, fully, and somehow she made it work.

He grabbed the notebook from the nightstand, flipping it open to a blank page. His pen hovered over the paper before he started writing. It wasn't for a track or for anyone else; it was just for himself.

Futaba

He paused, the name stared back at him, stark against the empty background.

The thought unsettled him, though he couldn't say why. Maybe it was because she seemed so sure of who she was, even with the doubts she'd shared. Or maybe it was because, for the first time in a long while, someone had seen through the layers he wore and didn't flinch.

He closed the notebook and leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. He didn't know what to do with the way she made him feel, like she was pulling at parts of him he wasn't ready to unpack. The TV droned on in the background, some late-night talk show he wasn't paying attention to. He ran a hand through his hair, the familiar tension building in his chest.

He thought about what she'd said when he told her to call him "Marshall".

"Are you saying we're close?" "I mean, we've not only known each other for a few years but also been through a lot. Feels weird you still call me by my stage name when we’re like this."

Her hesitation had been brief, but when she said "Marshall", it felt like something shifted. It wasn't just a name; it was a crack in the walls he'd built. And then she'd told him her real name.

He stood up and turned off the TV, plunging the room into darkness except for the faint city lights outside. As he stared out the window, his reflection caught in the dark window, faint and ghost-like. A rare sense of calm settled over him. Yet, he wasn't sure if that scared him or gave him hope.

[cinamun]

i'm so sorry but bishop's grown ass middle aged self scrolling thru the emoji keyboard to find the heart hands.. it's so funny he's so unserious. i still hate him deeply though (anon from a few days ago) this man is so dumb. does he think hojayce is gonna leave the twins outside the building without mercy picking them up? if the woman can't get outta bed then jayce is gonna KNOW smth is up. again. this man is dumb, emotional, corny, and irrational, and is only seen as intimidating bc of his pr rep. he's a LOOOOOSER with nothing going for him. why'd he sign up for a dating service. why he at the club with no one on his arm??? he can't pull! he can't! that's why he goes for women with vulnerabilities... can't sense is loss of game

I'm sorry but after "scrolling thru the emoji keyboard to find the heart hands" made me almost pee and I'm crying and having trouble breathing because he had to HOLD THE EMOJI TO GET THE RIGHT SHADE OF BROWN FRIEND?????

Now that I have read the rest, let me be clear: The man is very dangerous, and here's why:

Finding out if she's needed to babysit let's Bishop know if there are any timelines he needs to worry about.

He didn't sign up for a dating service, he signed up for some pussy. Jerri handled the rest.

He's at the club with no one on his arm because he was there to get some head from a dancer and enjoy a drink or two.

.... And did.

Mind you, I got beef with the brotha myself because I still have hope for Mercy, but we aren't just dealing with some broke, rinky-dink, regular degular pixel man. I just posted a link the other day to his background.

He is a cold, calculated sociopath (probably many other 'paths as well) with several felonies (inlcuding but not limited to murder, torture and other heinous crimes) and probably a RICO charge. He went underground after faking his death and he is absolutely a mastermind criminal (read: genius). This is the worst possible man Mercy could have ever tried to get to "love" her.

This ain't just anybody, friend.

[daisyjonesgf]

I know Daisy has spoken to muse about her relationship and has like…”superficially” spoken to Billy about it but what if one day when they’re writing a song she brings up muse. Like all of it. Asks why he even went after her in the first place, why he keeps stringing her along. Daisy would also 100% think all his answers were bullshit, straight up telling him “you’re fucking terrible.”

I live for protective Daisy

-🌾anon

daisy has worked on songs with billy, and eddie, and muse. and eddie and muse, though their feelings are complex, it's pretty simple to understand their reasoning towards why they feel how they feel and why they do what they do.

but even billy's songs are confusing, one second it's a love song, a proclamation of some sort of change that's not really happening, and the next he is absolutely tearing muse and her personal life apart. not only does daisy need to understand bc she cares, but to put together a cohesive album.

she'd just start bluntly asking him while they're drinking and writing songs together

"so why her?" she'd ask so abruptly and billy is immediately sighing, rubbing his temple. he hates going over this even if they never really dissect it.

"daisy-"

"art isn't about your bullshit excuses, billy. when you first saw her, first talked to her, why'd you pick her"

and he's taking in a deep breath, "she was our first ever groupie, daisy, I don't know what you want me to say."

"bullshit. you're fucking terrible. actually, you know what, maybe it is believable that billy fucking dunne would get such a big ego boost from his first ever groupie to start messing with her, but that doesn't explain the songs, or why she's still around." daisy needs to dig as deep as she can get.

billy is putting down his glass of whiskey, sitting up more like he might storm out. "I'm not fucking doing this with you, daisy. this is ridiculous."

"you're the one who's fucking ridiculous, man. I'm just trying to make good fucking music."

billy is hitting his hands on his knees, "that's what I'm doing too, daisy, that's what this is all about!"

"so what's next then, you suck her dry for a few good songs and then find the next teenage thing?"

"no." he's said it too quickly, too sharply. it was much to vulnerable and he's leaning back into the couch again, shaking his head. "yes, no, I don't fucking know, daisy, alright! is that what you want to hear?"

daisy scoffs, "you are fucking despicable. you know that right?" she's taking a slow drag off her cigarette, "maybe eddie's right."

and there's a silence, at first she expected him to lash out or deflect, but he surprises her. "I know." if she looks to closely then it's clear billy's eyes are at least a little glossy although he'd claim it was being high if she inquired. and there's a long silence before he speaks again, "can we get some work done now, please?"

"yeah."

for right now, it's enough, but of course in the long run, his small confessions don't quell much when his actions do so much damage and his words do so much more.

[aqqleshiqqing-archive]

Familial September Day 3: Vulnerability/Comfort

A trip down memory lane with Ruby's biggest incident.

Mentions: Light violence. (using descriptive words for injuries)

Tapping his fingers against the desk he laid his elbows on - Ruby sat absentmindedly, his mind is but a blank paper. Nothing on written, scribbled, or drawn. Though, as he gotten older he's used to a lot of introspection as of late. Maybe it's because of the things that transpired years ago that taken a toll on his mindset, whether it be good or bad. He scratches his head, feeling the softness of his hair brush against his fingers - he's not wearing his hat right now. Part of him feels a little insecure without it. Especially when that specific part is exposed.

If only his hair could outgrow that section.

The quietness broke off as his ears perked up upon hearing a knock on his bedroom door. His mind returned back to his usual self, and spoke loud enough for the person on the other end to hear him through the wooden door.

"It's open." Ruby replied to whoever awaited for him.

And like an automated command, the door swung open. It was his mother. She had his favorite hat on her arm, and it made him smile.

"I've finished mending your hat, Ruby."

Jaide spoke as she closed the door behind her - walking to the side his bed to sit down, and laying out the white spikey beanie that her boy liked so much.

He walked over to her, and sat on the opposing side of where she was. Ruby stared at the hat, trying to see if there's anything off about it - but it would seem it's in perfect condition like it was newly made.

"It's like it's brand new - thank you!" he chirped happily, intertwining his fingers with much enthusiasm

Jaide smiled. She nodded her head, and chuckled - though a little realization struck her.

"Why'd you ask me to stitch it up though?"

"Huh?"

"I know you can make clothes from scratch, Ruby - so stitching something up is nothing but amateur skills to you." she added.

"Not that I'm bothered anyways, I'm happy to do things for you. I'm just curious."

"Well," Ruby started.

"It just feels right to let the person who made the hat - fix the hat. You know?"

Jaide snickered, turning her head away from the flattery. Sighing from the reply, she moves back to him and softly pinched his cheeks in response to his subtle compliment.

"You're such a charmer, sweetie. Don't do that." She giggled.

"But it's true!" Ruby poked back, laughing with her.

"I'm seeing Steven in you a lot more frequently now - it's a little scary." She humored back at him.

Well, that's what the hat served was meant to be - but that was years ago now.

It's now just something he wears to cherish his mother's effort.

Ruby simply smiled at the last remark, not saying much after that. Picking up the hat, he looks at it for another moment - Jaide allowed him some silent time with it. Perhaps he's still amazed by her handiwork.

Despite all of this, Jaide realized she hasn't seen Ruby without his hat for awhile now. His hair is very reminiscent of hers - especially the pointed cowlick that stuck above all else. But what concerned her the most was that part of his hair that he made sure to hide everytime he wears his hat. It's still visible - and it made her heart sink just by looking at it.

"Hold on, don't wear it yet." Ruby paused upon hearing that. He looked confused.

"Oh?" He inquired, slightly tilting his head to the side.

"It's still pretty big, huh?" Jaide replies, and circles a specific region on her forehead, just near the side of a temple - reflecting that part he tends to hide with the help of his beanie.

His scars are still very visible even after 5 years or so.

The terrible accident from years ago still dug deep on his skin, leaving a mark that can never recover - it's a proof of the past now.

"Yeah... it didn't change as much." Ruby frowned, letting his hat sit on the bed again. He kept his hands close to himself now, rubbing his thumbs aaginst each other to cope with the awkwardness of the topic. He was hoping she wouldn't notice it, but because of how frequently he wears his hat, it's almost odd to see him without it.

The room was mute again, only the presence of these two were louder than anything else.

Ruby felt his lips tremble as he recounts the events that occured years before.

"Mom, did I do the right thing back then?"

Was it a good idea that he saved that little girl from danger? What about the little girl's heart shattering breakdown even after he was deemed victorious from that ferocious wild battle?

It's all coming back to him again.

The moment he felt liquid fall on his face. His head was scratched by the beast's sharp claws. His hand was bloody, yet he still smiled for her not to worry. Her tears screamed even bloodier pain than his throbbing open scar did.

Was it worth it?

The near-to-tears look that his mother had as she caressed his youthful face only to be painted by the ugly deep red that trickled down his cheek. The look of disappointment mixed with worry that his father's face practically screamed with.

Stop thinking about it, Ruby Stone.

The faded memories that played on his mind like a television screen immediately shut off as he felt his mother's hand brushing against his sweaty palms.

"It wasn't right ... it was heroic. It was admirable, my Ruby."

"B-but," The tearful kid stuttered. "Why did she cry?"

He still doesn't understand. Even after learning everything, he doesn't understand.

"Ruby - just because you were the hero, doesn't mean the victim would be overjoyed in the moment. It's not like the movies."

"It's sad to say, but I'm certain that many thoughts had opened her mind since it happened. It's something she has to come to terms with after seeing it first-hand."

"She might've not gotten the physical scars, but the emotional scars cut her deeper than it should."

"But thankfully, you saved her from the physical scars - and took it upon yourself to be the shield she needed. You were a hero for that."

Jaide concluded. Her head stood low as she replied to him, but was hoping to alleviate him from his internal turmoil.

She could hear faint sniffles. He's crying. It aches to acknowledge the fact that he's still carrying that thought even to this day, he's still so lost over it.

"Are you still mad at me?" Ruby asked.

"I could never."

Jaide held him close, her palms cupped his cheeks and wiped his tears that had poured. She brushed the scar that still stood out of his head, a smile formed on her face.

"As a matter of fact - I'm so proud of you."

Ruby smiled. His breathing was a little uneasy due to his hiccups, but it made him feel a lot better about himself.

He threw his arms on her shoulders and hugged her. His head was buried on her neck, snuggling deeper for the warmth that she always provided.

"Thank you."

wahh finally finished this one! makes me wonder what could be steven's take in this...

i've always wanted to tackle this specific part of ruby's character which was the salamence incident, so i'm glad i'm able to write about this even if it's quite short.

[doctor-glitterbomb]

"Howlback, please calm down." Glit frowns. "It's not good for Ravage if you walk around in a cloud of dudgeon; she's excitable enough as it is, and I count on you to be the calm one--"

"Why are there people here that I don't know when my sister is so vulnerable?"

Glit frowned. "Who don't you know?"

Howlback rolled her optics at him. "I know who Skywarp is, but I don't know him well enough to trust him. He took your place--"

"Not my place," Glit says quickly, wounded. "The Winglord made it very clear to me that it was not my place."

Howlback rolls her optics again. "Whatever. And Starscream, and that purple Predacon..."

Glit groans. "Ah. You've met Mesothulas. They're a colleague of mine, and of Starscream's. And they are absolutely on our side of things. The Institute wants them incredibly dead and they used to be friends with Senator Shockwave--"

"Why'd they ask me about Grimlock and Prowl, then?"

"Probably because you like Prowl, and that has the rest of us worried. He's your handler and he could have you reprogrammed or killed--"

Howlback snorted. "You're confusing him with the other one. Garboil and I don't like or trust Tumbler at all. I'm carrying memories for Garboil, because he has to work with Tumbler all the time. Prowl and I have a professional relationship--"

Glit snorted and laughed. Howlback picked up a jar of disinfectant wipes and tossed it at him; he caught it easily.

"You forget what our actual profession is, Glit," she said. "It's not just scouting and recording and killing. You just don't have to think about it because Ratchet and Pharma stopped using you for any of your actual functions when they discovered what you were actually good at."

That stung. He stopped just short of telling her that Ratchet and Pharma would never have asked him to do that even when he was still supposed to be Pharma's bodyguard, because Howlback apparently was asked to do that on a regular basis. He couldn't understand how that would make her like Prowl better than her other handlers, though. Even if he was actually good to her when she serviced him! He wasn't sure he wanted to know. "What about Grimlock?"

Howlback made a face at him. "We're very good friends," she said. "And also I get wet when he looks at me."

"Do me a favour," Glit grumbled. "Don't fall in love with a gladiator, and don't fall in love with your boss."

"I don't fall in love with anyone," Howlback said, and scowled at him.

"And yet here you are, protecting them even in the context of our little family argument," Glit pointed out.

"I don't need to be in love to protect people. I'm protecting our sister, who is the number one example of why it's stupid to be in love, because she's in love with two people, who will someday eventually meet one another, and now she's carrying for one of them!"

Glit gave her a long look. "Senator Shockwave's brother is dead. And don't tell me someone is still maintaining the noisechans, because that's Mesothulas, which is the other reason I trust them."

"Whatever," Howlback said. "You need to start listening to that pirate radio station that pops up out of Nyon sometimes and then tell me you don't have any idea who that is."

[ghostarium]

Every time my brain produces a self loathing thought it surprises me cause I repressed them So Hard and now I'm just sat here like wait. I internalised all that shit. Fuck. Shit. Ok. Moving on I guess

[raleighcarreras]

It's all so incredibly loud

Part 7: would you watch blood drip from the nails hammered into my hands? Or would you lick me clean?

Pairing: wanda maximoff x black!fem!reader

Rating: M (sexual situations)

Warnings: sex, pietro being a lil shit because he can, dark!reader (not really, reader says something as a joke haha...unless), vaginal fingering (r receiving), oral (r giving)

Wrd Cnt: 3k +

Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Notes: last chapter! Thank you for coming with me on this journey! I might do like a little anthology series within this universe because I like this little family I've created idk. Song is My Thoughts On You by The Band CAMINO...18+ only

"I fell for your eyes...I just realized, I still need you...I still need you"

"Mama! You're still here?" There was a vulnerability in those words that she couldn't help but feel guilty because of. Group therapy was definitely in the cards for them.

"Yep. I'm still here, Utenok."

The boys sandwiched her onto the couch. Falling snuggly into her sides.

"We didn't see you down here this morning. Where did you sleep?" Billy asked innocently.

It was at that moment that you chose to grace the livingroom with your presence. You had somehow managed to get dressed for the day, and were letting Alexis waddle slightly on the ground before she gave up in a huff every few seconds.

"Yeah, Wanda, where did you sleep last night?" You asked with a smirk so subtle only Wanda (and also Pietro) would be able to pick up on it.

Wanda could not give the same conspiratoriality with her resulting blush and stammer.

"I-uh-I slept in the bed with your uncle! He steals all of the sheets."

You gave Wanda a look that said 'Nice save' but sarcastically.

The boys looked over to their uncle as if he was the voice of all reason and oh God Wanda would have to change that quickly.

"This is true. Your mother has superpowers, why does she need a blanket?" Pietro was full on smirking at Wanda, not even trying to hide his smugness.

Billy pouted, "You're supposed to wake us up in the morning. Did you forget?"

Well great, now she feels bad for having sex with her wife.

"No, I didn't forget. Pietro just beat me to it. So, I woke up your mother instead."

"You were supposed to do the opposite, Twin Sister."

You dropped a paper plate on Alexis' head. She laughed. You did not.

Pietro looked like he was physically withholding laughter now.

"Why'd you do that? Are you married again?" Tommy asked with a slight bounce in his seat.

This time you answered, if only because it looked like Wanda was going to burst into flames any second now.

"That's not how that works, Babies. We're not married again." You leave it at that for now, then do the ole 'quickly distract your children before they put you in anymore distress' maneuver, "Can you boys help me with lunch?"

They both eagerly join you in the kitchen. Immediately getting underfoot and directly in your personal space. Thank fuck, you have mommy's boys.

When you're not looking because you're busy trying to arrange a late lunch for the twins and an even later breakfast for you and Wanda, Alexis starts to waddle away from the kitchen.

The only person who actually sees it is Pietro, ever hypervigilant.

Alexis toddled the small distance from the kitchen to Wanda. Wanda eyes widened at the display.

"Y/N! She's walking."

You instantly turn away from the stove. Practically vaulting over the twins to get a better look.

"Pietro! Why didn't you say anything? Go get my phone!" He's back with your phone in an instant.

"I didn't want to startle anyone."

Wanda held her arms out helpfully for Alexis, who does eventually toddle into them with an exhausted huff and annoyed grumble.

Wanda picked her up instantly. With that video being sent to everyone you know in the span of five seconds, you went back to cooking.

"Good job, babygirl." And Wanda really meant it. Especially, because if she hadn't been there to see it she would have walked into the ocean.

Once the excitement had died down, Pietro slithered over to Wanda.

"So....?"

"So what?"

Pietro whined, "Come on. You know. Did my wingmanning work?"

Wanda, genuinely confused, and still preoccupied with Alexis, furrowed her brows, "What wingmanning?"

"You think I sped to the guestroom and woke up early to remove the devil spawn from the premises out of the kindness of my heart? No! I was trying to get you laid."

Wanda rolled her eyes at that, "You're insufferable."

"Did it work!?"

Wanda looked over to where you were teaching the boys some soul food dish, she couldn't have stopped her smile even if she wanted to.

"Yes. It worked. She said yes to a date."

Pietro thankfully resisted the urge to hoop and holler, "Fuck yeah, I can babysit!"

"Actually, that's her only stipulation."

"I'm a great babysitter!"

Wanda eyed the hole in Pietro's shirt surrounded by other little baby teeth marks, "Sure you are."

"This was a fluke! The small one was gaining energy from her super amazing uncle for her big walk!"

You had gotten ready for dates thousands of times. And at least 50 of those thousands were actual dates with someone you wanted to be with and not just a ruse for a mission.

Most of those 50 had been with Wanda. Before and after you were married.

You had never been nervous for any of them. Not even the very first one you went on. Though, that was partially because you weren't aware it was a date until you had gotten back to the compound and Natasha told you it was a date.

In your defense, how were you supposed to know Wanda taking you to your favorite restaurant, an aquarium you had mentioned offhandedly, and then her insisting on paying for everything was a date?

Yeah, sure, she kissed you, but you thought she was just being nice!

You ended up being correct. She was just being nice but it was because she wanted to see you naked.

Semantics aside, you had never been nervous for a date...until then.

"Girl, if you don't put that damn dress on..." Monica threatened from her spot sitting on your bed with your baby in her lap.

You grimaced, holding up the dress to your body, "You don't think it's too sexy?"

Monica rolled her eyes, you had been doing this little song and dance way too long for her liking, "What? Like Wanda's going to complain if it is?"

"I don't want it to look like I'm trying too hard."

"Now, you know that you could wear a potato sack and Wanda would-wait...what is this really about, Y/N?" Monica placed Alexis down in the middle of the bed, watching as she sank down into it slightly with a giggle, successfully trapped.

You dropped your arms down to your sides in defeat, "I don't know. I guess I'm thinking about what people might think. 'Why'd you get back together with a woman who cheated on you?' And I know I rarely care about what people think but why did I?"

Monica hummed, "Well, for starters, one date doesn't mean you're back together. You're getting ahead of yourself. But also, why are you asking yourself that? If you didn't know or didn't want to you wouldn't have said 'yes'."

"You don't think I'm rushing back into this just to get my heartbroken again?" You eyed the ring box containing your engagement ring and wedding band. It sat, untouched, on your dresser.

Monica handed you the dress you had picked out for the night, "Honestly? No. And you don't either."

And Monica was right. It was a long time coming, and as odd as it may sound to someone other than you, you trusted Wanda.

For lack of a better phrase, you felt like she learned her lesson.

You began to slip into the tight black dress, "You're right."

Monica helped zip you up, "I know. I always am. Besides, Wanda knows that if she ever hurt you again we would fight until one of us died or the earth exploded from the destruction. Whichever happens first."

You laughed at Monica's threat, "I appreciate that, but I'm a red room trained assassin. I can handle myself."

"Semantics. Anyway, it's almost time for you to go." Monica slapped your ass playfully. You swatted at her.

"I'm going. I'm going. Please make sure the boys brush their teeth before bed, and Alexis doesn't use hers to chew through something."

"I've done this before. I know how it works."

You nod before smirking subtly, "And if you get bored feel free to call Natasha. The guestroom is soundproof. Just make sure to wash the sheets."

You expertly dodged the pillow thrown your way with a laugh, "Bye, Alexis."

"Bye bye, mommy."

You headed into the livingroom where the boys were playing a video game. They looked up at you with identical frowns of confusion.

"Where are you going, Mom?" Tommy asked with a strict tilt to his head. It was sort of scary how much they were alike Wanda sometimes.

You're not sure why you hadn't expected that question. Though, you and Wanda had breifly talked about what to tell the kids. You both agreed that honesty would probably serve well for the least amount of childhood trauma.

"I'm going...on a date...with your mother."

The confusion deepened, "But, you told us dates are for getting to know people and you already know Mama."

"Well, your mom has changed a lot and I should get to know her again." You were so good at this parenting thing.

"Oh. Okay." Tommy and Billy nodded in understanding.

"Is that okay with you guys? It's not weird?"

"Nope. It's very okay. It means the operation was successful!"

You didn't even pretend like you knew what that meant.

"You look really pretty, Mom." Billy said with a sweet smile, ever the flatterer. Tommy nodded in agreement.

"Awe, thank you, Babies." You kissed them both on the forehead.

Then, there was a knock on your door.

You hobbled over to it, trying to pull on your heels.

Opening it, you were met with a bright smile, "Sorry, I'm a bit early."

"Don't be. Boys, come say 'Hi' to your mom."

Tommy and Billy easily paused their game and greeted their mother.

"Hi, Mama. The operation was successful!"

Wanda immediately turned a beet red in the cheeks.

"Not quite. But really close."

The boys shrugged, clearly choosing to believe their assumption was right instead. They headed back to their game.

"Operation?"

"Don't worry about it. Shall we go?"

"We shall."

The date had been going well. You wouldn't say it was just like old times because it wasn't. Things were different. And that was perfectly okay. In fact, you preferred it that way.

You were now 2 and a half Cabernet sauvignon glasses in and it was starting to become obvious.

"How long are you going to be blonde?" You asked with a slight scowl.

"Do you not like it? Wanda ran a hand through her hair self consciously.

"No. Quite the opposite actually. I like it a little too much." You said, still with the scowl.

Wanda smirked, "Sounds like the opposite of a problem then."

"Oh, no. It's definitely a problem. We are in a nice, fancy restaurant right now and I'm thisclose to getting underneath this table and shoving up your dress,"

Wanda's eyes widened and she squeaked out an unbecoming sound.

"Plus, that bitch over there is eyeing you like a piece of meat."

Wanda's eyes soften. She got it now, "I'm not going to lie and say I didn't notice. Because it's hard not to notice someone staring down your esophagus, but I'm not putting any stock into it. I don't want her. I want you."

Your scowl softened into a pout, "Sorry. You're right. Her date is doing the same thing to me. I'm normally not this jealous."

Wanda laughed, "Yes, you are."

Your pout deepened, "No, I'm not."

"You once flashed your pistol at a cashier who smiled at me too long when we were dating...the first time."

"She was acting like I wasn't there and I wanted her to remember! Anyway, pot meet kettle."

Wanda only shrugged, "Well, yeah. Only reason I haven't blasted that guy over there into the kitchen is because I like this restaurant and want to come back. Also, you're stunning, so I can't blame him.

Your cheeks heat, "Flattery will get you everywhere."

Ending up at Wanda's apartment with your clothing strewn about and her fingers shoved deep inside of you was a natural conclusion to your night.

You would literally never be able to take anything slow with this woman even if it killed you.

"Wanda..." You mewled as her thrusts slowed to an excruciatingly slow pace.

"I have a question." She murmured against your lips. A smirk playing at the corner of hers.

What?

"Wha?"

Her thumb smooth gently at your button. There was no way in Hell you were answering any questions. And she most definitely knew that.

"Did she ever figure it out?" But she was asking them anyway!

"Fu-huh?"

"Did Sharon ever figure out how to fuck you?" Her fingers punctuated that with a particularly hard thrust. You could only produce a strangled mess of whimpers.

"I'll take that as a 'No'. Which is good because I would have to kill her if she did. That's really powerful knowledge. "

And it's such a goofy thing to say, especially because she immediately started to sob right after, still knuckle deep inside of you.

And it's not because she said that, she meant that wholeheartedly. It's because she's finally with you again in the way she wants to be and it feels like it's been an eternity.

She's been walking through the desert for weeks and has finally come across a fresh waterway.

"Baby, why are you crying?"

"I just love you so much."

"I love you too." It's not lost on either of you that it's the first time you've said those words directed at her in about 6 months.

Somehow, the mood isn't lost, not when the combination of her fingers curling against your spot and her thumbing at your clit causes you to stumble head first into the precipice of your orgasm.

Not when you yank Wanda into a sitting position atop your mouth and lap at her slit like a woman starved.

Not when she almost bites through her own lip during what she thinks might be the best orgasm of her life.

And not when you interrupt the tired panting of your third round.

"And if you so much as even think another woman's name I will rip off every single one of your fingers starting with your nipples."

Wanda laughter nervously, "Umm...those aren't fingers..."

You smiled, "Oh. I sure hope I figure out what fingers are."

Just plain old you is more terrifying than the Scarlet Witch could ever be.

Wanda kissed you lightly on the cheek, "You won't have to."

You roll towards her for a real kiss.

"I know."

[marchioness-caprina]

Dense

Pairings : Reader x Todoroki Shouto

Writing Style : 3rd Person, 1st Person

Warning : Cursing ( only a few) , OOC Shouto Todoroki

Word Count : 2487

3rd Person's POV

" I feel like I've been watched for the last 2 months and now it's kinda freaking me out " Y/n muttered sitting down on the sofa with a groan as the rest of the girls piled up around her.

" Well maybe you should just You know... Investigate? " Mina suggested staring at her friend.

" Yeah... Maybe it's just someone who LIKES you but is too shy to admit it? " Uraraka added.

" And who do you think it would be? " Y/n asked raising her eyebrows and simultaneously the girls around her groaned.

" Really y/n? For such a sharp person you're really dense.... And he's dense too! But you're even worst! " Hagakure muttered.

" Who's he? And I'm not dense you guys, I know what's happening around me " Y/n said in defense and the girls gave her a look which states ' No bitch, You don't '

" Oh really huh?... Ok then. Didn't Todoroki-kun give you flowers the other day? " Momo questioned and y/n was fast to answer.

" Yeah he did... So? What's up with that? "

" Oh my god! You're so dense it's actually painful! " Mina cried hugging her pillow.

" Ok let me Try " Uraraka volunteered as she scooted closer towards y/n who only gave her a questioning stare.

" Didn't Todoroki-kun.... Ask you to The Amusement Park a few days ago? "

" Uhh... Yeah but I was busy that Day so I said No.... Why? " Y/n muttered trying to recall the memory.

" Oh my god! I can't take it anymore! Didn't Todoroki-kun Say he Liked you !? " Jirou blurted out standing up from her seat and again the dense female nodded her head.

" Yeah he did and I said I like him too because he's a really Nice friend " Y/n answered and the girls didn't know if they should cry or laugh atbyehir friend's hopelessness.

" She's too dense Kero " Tsu muttered.

" Oh Lord Help me! And what happened after that huh? Anything weird happening with Todoroki-kun!? " Hagakure yelled unable to handle her friend's unaware nature when it comes to love.

" Uhh.... Well.... He started avoiding me? And... He was being really gloomy? And cold? A Bit... Mean? " Y/n tried her best to pick up on Todoroki's behavior and it was true. After that day he had been more distant and he actually snapped at her to stay away from him.

" Y/n... You like Todoroki-kun right? " Momo questioned and the girl gave her a nod.

" Yeah why? "

" More than a friend? "

" Yeah why? "

" Will you accept his love if he asks you to be his girlfriend? "

" Yeah why? "

" Then why the hell did You Fucking Reject Icy Hot!? Now everyone's got to suffer his moody ass and your oblivious fuckery! He Fucking Likes you too! And now he's cooped up in his room barely eating because you Fucking rejected him! You hear me!? " Bakugou suddenly stormed in the common room and y/n's eyes widened.

" Really? " She asked unable to believe the new information she had acquired.

" Oh my fucking-- yeah Really! " Bakugou yelled and she just gave an unreadable expression.

" Oh "

Everyone froze staring at her with disbelief.

Was she really that dense?!

" Y/n....if you don't get your ass up to his room... I will Fucking murder you! And blow your body to bits! " Bakugou threatened and immediately y/n made a run for it upstairs.

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Y/n's POV

I'm not dense right!? No I can't be... Wait... Oh shit bitch I think I might be.

I didn't even notice that I was standing infront of Todoroki's Door.

Taking a Deep Breath I knocked on the door , once, twice, thrice, and whatever r the Hell's next.

But on the 9th try he finally opened up .

" Shoto!---" The moment he saw me he slammed the door in front of my face harshly.

" .... "

" Shoto?... Can you please open up? " I pleaded softly knocking on the door.

" Don't call me shoto " He spat out from inside his room.

" Shoto.... I know you Like me--"

" Oh you think y/n? "

' what the?.... Why is he being so sassy? '

" As I was saying... I know you like me--"

" No shit Sherlock "

' did he just curse at me? THE Todoroki Shoto just cursed at me '

" Just let me Fucking finish Shoto Todoroki!, I know you like me , I Like you too but I was too dense to actually notice the signs that you do like me back! I never confessed because I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable with me! I didn't want to ruin our friendship! Because it's the only thing keeping me close to You! I Like--- No.... I Love You! " I finally had the guts to confess but the only reply I was met with was Silence.

Sighing I turned my back against his Door and started walking away.

I didn't get far when his door flew open and arms were wrapped around me from behind.

" It's about Time you finally said something.... I was upset you know?... I thought you didn't like me" He whispered in my ear making my legs wobble.

This guy makes me feel weak.

" Shoto... I'm sorry for noticing a bit too late.... " I apologized in a sincere tone.

" No.... It's better late than Never " He muttered making me smile.

I didn't really expect him to collapse on me like that.

" What the? Shoto?! " I reacted quickly and spun around catching him and when his forehead brushed against my neck I felt how hot he was.

Oh my gosh? Can a person with an icy hot quirk get sick? Well apparently he's living proof of that.

" You're burning! " I began to balance him in my arm before dragging him inside his room.

It took me a lot of will power since he's bigger and heavier than me and I bumped onto ever furniture I passed by.

After a few seconds of bumping myself here and there I finally managed to gently lay him down on the bed which is a futon and by gently I meant falling on his futon with me laying on top of him.

I made sure to use my arm as a pillow for his head so the fall won't be painful for him but for me. It hurts.

I was about to roll off him but his arms wrapped around my waist securely when he felt how I was about to shift my weight.

" Stay...please " He pleaded with his eyes closed a pained expression on his face making my heart clench.

" I'll be back shoto, I need to get you medicine and food ok? Just wait here I'll be back I promise--"

" No! I want you! I need you! If I let go you won't come back! " He whined his voice weak and hoarse as he tughtened his hold around my waist.

" Shh...baby it's fine...i promise I'll come back but you need medicine and food. I'm going to take care of you ok? But you have to let me go--"

" No! No! No! Don't! Please! " He begged, this was a very weird sight to see. A very childish and vulnerable shoto unlike the usual calm and collected shoto.

People say Fevers make people act weird.... I believe it now.

" Shoto Please! " I raised my voice and this time he started sobbing.

' oh my fucking gosh what the fuck have I done!? Is this even shoto right here!? I think the fuck not! Damn it! '

" Don't leave! " He whined between sobs and I honestly didn't know what to do but let my instincts kick in.

Hushing him as I gingerly grabbed onto his cheeks and peppered his face with kisses while humming a comforting tune to calm him down and it worked, he was slowly calming down and when his eyes closed and his arms relaxed I waited for a few minutes before standing up from my position and crawling away from him.

Grabbing his blanket I placed it on top his figure before leaving the room.

I needed to find medicine, a towel and a bucket and maybe I could ask someone to cook chicken soup for shoto? .

I trailed down stairs where everyone was seated.

" Well!? What the fuck happened!? " Bakugou asked making me jump.

" Wow Bakugou... I didn't know you were this Nosy " I teased and the blonde boy growled.

" Ok, ok. Everything is fine now but shoto has a Fever and I need Medicine, a towel and a bucket filled with water, and can someone please make chicken soup?" I asked and everyone looked genuinely concerned for Shoto.

" Me and the girls will cook Chicken soup " Momo volunteered and the girls agreed.

" I'll Look for Medicine! I think I saw some in the Kitchen Cabinet! " Izuku stated.

" Don't worry I got the Towel and bucket of water Covered! " Denki smiled as I walked closer to them but again I felt a powerful and overwhelming air of fire and ice combined. I didn't even get the chance to react when I felt arms wrap around my waist harshly and I was pulled back against a hard chest.

" You said you won't leave! Why did you leave me!? " Shoto growled angrily, his tone was dead serious and cold. It made everyone in the room shiver.

" Shoto, didn't I say I needed to get -"

" Fuck Medicine and shit I needed you... I wanted you and you left---... Why'd you leave? " At the last bit of his sentence his voice broke and he started sobbing again , he dipped his head on my shoulder and I could feel the wetness of his tears as his sobs began to grow louder.

" Oh shit.... Did Todoroki just curse? " Kirishima muttered.

" Forget that.... Is that even Todoroki? " Came another comment from Kaminari.

" I heard from my mother that A fever could change a person's Behavior... As to what I am seeing today I highly believe that it is indeed true " Iida added.

" Y/n...shame on You for making Todoroki-kun cry " Uraraka was guilt tripping me and soon everyone joined in.

" Shame on you y/n "

" Hey! Why the fuck is it my fault!? " I growled and It seems like either Todoroki took it the wrong way or he misheard me.

" S-so you don't care about me? " His voice came out weak and pained and I turned around to place his face on the crook of my neck.

" No I care about you... That's why I came down here to get Food and Medicine for you right? I love you remember?. Why'd you come down here when you're sick? Tell me where it hurts " I softly cooed running my fingers through his hair and he visibly relaxed breathing in my scent as he buried his face further on my neck.

" My head hurts... And my eyes sting " He silently complained.

" Because you were crying, don't cry anymore ok? I won't leave you again and our friends are here to help us... Say thank you " I smiled as he shifted his head taking a peek at our classmates who watched in awe.

" Thank you guys " He muttered with a smile which made everyone's jaw drop.

" Wow.... Who knew the Queen of dense actually has a motherly side " Sero muttered.

" Y/n I think you should take Todoroki-kun back to his room, we'll take care of everything here and we'll deliver everything to his room once we're done! " Izuku suggested and I couldn't be happier.

Shoto was leaning all his weight on me and my legs were slightly shaking. It seems like midoriya noticed.

" Ummm.. A little Help guys? " I asked and some of the boys volunteered to help me carry shoto back to his room.

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" We'll leave now Y/n! And take care of Todoroki-kun for us! " Iida stated as The rest of the boys who helped me carry him waved us goodbye and closed the door.

Shoto was on his futon my hand on his cheek . One of his hand holding onto my hand to keep it in place while he nuzzled his cheek onto my palm.

" Y/n...."

" Yeah? "

" Cuddle with me? "

" Umm.... "

" Please? "

" Fine "

Giving up with a sigh I laid down on his futon , his blanket covering us as I scooted closer to his body.

And to my surprise he pulled me closer only to climbed ontop of me in a very awkward position.

" Uhh... Shoto? " I asked nervously as his intense gaze pierced my own.

" I wanna lay on top of you " He stated with a monotoned voice before laying his head on my chest and his arms wrapping around my waist.

" Warm.... Soft " He mumbled clearly pointing at my chest as he nuzzled he face further.

' ok... Awkward... I'll try to not think about it that much... He's really lucky I love him'

Closing my eyes as my hand came to brush against his head I heard giggles coming from the door.

Opening my eyes I saw the girls standing in the doorway taking pictures of us.

" No! Stop that! It's not what it looks like! " I yelled as Momo came in holding a bowl of soup along with tsu and Uraraka holding a bucket with a towel and medicine.

" Relax y/n we're just here to deliver everything, hope we didn't disturb you guys " Momo chuckled placing everything on the table.

" Yeah right... You guys are here to deliver everything... It kinda looks like you're taking pictures from an exhibition or something " I deadpanned as Momo headed towards the door.

" Well, continue what you're doing Kero " Tsu smiled before shutting the door.

" Y/n? "

" Yeah? "

" I love you "

Looking down at him with a smile I kissed his forehead.

" I love you too Icy Hotty "

" Wait... You Think I'm Hot? "

" Shut up and go to sleep already! "

[saktetsu]

'LUST' Oikawa Tōru x Reader

Nekomimi, Metamorphoses, Adopted Sibling, !ncest, Mentions of Rape, Yandere Themes, Drugged

Today was the day that Oikawa Tōru comes back to Japan. He won't be staying for long, but at least [F/N] will be able to see her Older Brother once again.

"You look excited to see Tōru again" Her Mother exclaimed, chuckling softly.

"Well of course I am! I get to see Tōru nii again.." [F/N] had a smiled plastered on her face, as she waited for the Front Door to open.

After a few more minutes of waiting, Oikawa finally emerged from the door. He looked more mature now than he was back then. Without Hesitation, [F/N] jumped off the couch and ran straight into his open arms. It caused the setter to laugh from her sudden outburst of affection.

"Woah there [F/N]-Chan, did you miss me that much?" He teased, pinching her cheek slightly. Though she didn't care at all, all she wanted was to hug her dearest Brother that she missed so much.

"Alright, alright. [F/N] enough, let your Brother rest for a bit. I bet he's tired from the Flight" Their Mother chimed in with her hands on either side of her hips.

She pouted and eventually let go of Tōru with a soft 'hmph..' "Don't worry [F/N]~Chan! We'll be able to catch up after I settle in, mkay?" Tōru suggested with a head tilt, causing the younger girl to brighten up.

It may have been rude of him to stare at how her Booty Shorts would raise a little too high. Or how her shirt would squeeze tightly around her upper body. It's like she's tempting him to ruin her, to claim her. Even the thought of finally making his precious Little Sister his, had his tail straighten up from behind him.

Had she always looked this tempting? Had her ass always looked so plump and juicy? Whatever the case, he still couldn't fight back the urge to somewhat claim her as his own.

A few days passed by with Oikawa continuously bothering and hanging out with [F/N]. His personality didn't change much, but she could tell that he was a lot more serious.

Currently, she was in Class. Sitting along side her Best Friend Rinsuke and Sosuke. It was normal for them to Hang out before School ended. "Yo [F/N], I heard your Brother Finally came back from Argentina. How's that going for you?"

"Honestly, it's been great! I was able to catch up with him during the span of like- 4 days"

"4 days and you've already talked about everything? Sheesh, I'm not even surprised" Sosuke butted in, slurping his Milk quietly.

"Ya can't blame her for that though. They're pretty inseparable at this point." His twin added with a sly smirk spreading across his face. "Yer sure ya ain't got anything yer hiding from us Cupcake?"

"What.. Do you mean?" [F/N] asked with a curious tone.

"Ya know how he's one of those Nekomimi people?" She nodded. "Well for starters, ain't those kitties sniff shit that they own or somethin' like that?"

"And I'm also pretty sure that their kind not only possess the appearance of a cat, but their nature, and DNA too. Meaning they could sometimes act out by instincts alone." Sosuke finished Rinsuke's sentence, causing the other Twin to grumble by the sudden interruption.

"I was gonna say that Rin! Ya don't hafta butt in atta nowhere" Rinsuke continued to pout as his arms crosses over his chest.

"Whatever. But seriously [F/N], you've gotta watch out when you're with that Brother of yours."

"Pshh, what's he gonna do? Think I'm his mate? Sosuke, Rinsuke. He's my Brother, I doubt he'd even try to do anything but sniff me"

"Yer Adopted Brother" Rinsuke corrected, causing Sosuke to nod.

"Oh come on! Tōru nii isn't like that, I promise you" They both looked at each other and sighed.

"If you say so."

And just like that, School came to an end with a single bell. The Three walked out of their class together, waving goodbye to each and everyone of their Friends.

A few loud screams were heard from afar as they got closer to the exit if the School. They exchanged curious looks with each other before following the source of the noise.

"Oh my God! Oikawa-kun's here?! In Japan?!" One of the girls screamed out of excitement as she ran passed Rinsuke, Sosuke, and [F/N].

It startled [F/N], Oikawa had never picked her up from School before. (Due to his crazy schedule that was always packed with Volleyball.)

"[F/N]-Chan! There you are, I was worried that you might have gotten lo-" And there it was, the brief pause of his sentence as soon as he realized that she wasn't standing alone. Slowly, he pushed through his fans with a somewhat apologetic smile. His eyes narrowed, ear twitching from annoyance.

"Who are you?" The Question may seem innocent, but the tone of his voice was filled with venom.

"I- Uh- Rinsuke, sir.. And this is my Bro" Rin patted Sosuke's shoulder, causing him to flinch.

"Well, nice to meet you both but I must get going! And.." Oikawa walked a little closer to his relative, pulling her into his arms. "I'll be taking [F/N]-Chan with me"

Without another word, Tōru turned to walk away with [F/N] in his arms. She peeked behind her Brother, giving Rinsuke and Sosuke a small wave before they completely disappeared from view.

The walk home was quiet, yet Oikawa's arms were still wrapped around her smaller Figure. "Is something wrong Tōru nii..?"

"No, nothing's wrong. Don't worry [F/N]-Chan." She tried her best to struck up the conversation a bit more, but he gave either one word answers or stayed quiet. It felt unsettling, but [F/N] shrugged it off as soon as they reached the Front Door of their House.

"You better take a Shower right now" Was the first thing he mentioned as soon as they walked in, causing her to get startled a bit.

"Oh- uh- alright" [F/N] rushed upstairs and into her room, taking her clothes off slowly before popping herself into the shower.

Oikawa stayed downstairs, watching his previous games against other Teams. No matter how hard he tried to focus on the TV, he just couldn't. With the sound if the shower turned on, and [F/N] humming softly with the music in the background that she usually plays while cleaning herself up; it was hard to focus on anything but that.

Thoughts of her being exposed and freely displayed infront of him rushed through his brain. He knew it was wrong to think of her this way, but who was he kidding? He's fucking addicted.

The sound of the shower turning off caught his attention, meaning she was already done. Did time really fly by fast from all those thoughts? Either way, he couldn't care less.

She emerged from the stairs, descending slowly with her usual Home Outfit. The booty shorts he so feared that might break his last strand of self control, and her tank top that just fits perfectly against her body. It caused his ears to twitch ever so excitedly as soon as she plopped herself beside him without a word.

"Happy?" [F/N] let out as she took off the tow that wrapped around her hair.

Oikawa leaned forward, resting his face in the crook of her neck. He inhaled her scent, and eventually his tail descended from its straightened up posture. "Mm" He hummed.

"Why'd you want me to take a bath anyways? It's not like I was dirty or anything"

"You smelled like them." Tōru simply answered, his nose twitching from her sweet lavender scent.

"Hmmmm" [F/N] shifted slightly, putting a bit space between her and Oikawa. "Where's Mom by the way?"

"Oh right, I forgot to mention that she's over at a Friends house right now. Something about a Girls night out"

"Oh- pfft, typical, I can't blame her though. I would have also missed going out with my friends if I was always busy" He didn't reply, nor did he give some sort of answer. His eyes were still glued onto her face, taking in her beauty that he missed back in Argentina.

After a while of silence, he finally spoke up. "You should head to bed, you have Volleyball Practice tomorrow right?"

"Oh, yeah I do"

"Which Position did you obtain?"

"I got setter!"

Oh? So she did end up becoming the Setter of her Volleyball Team after all. "Why did you wanna become the Setter so badly? I mean, you're a great receiver. You should have chosen to become a Libero instead"

"I know, but.. I really wanna be just like you Tōru nii" [F/N] fidgeted in her spot, her eyes sparkled in the sight of her Older Brother. She looked so.. Vulnerable..

He took a sharp inhale, before breathing out. He wasn't gonna lie, it caught him off guard. But the goofy smile spreading across his face showed how ecstatic he was knowing that his Little Sister wanted to be just like him. "Really? [F/N]-Chan! I feel so honored"

She laughed softly, before turning her gaze back to the Game played out for them. "Well, you're the Best Setter I know so.. Is it alright if you'd teach me some things Tōru nii?"

Oikawa nodded, his ego going through the roof as he tilted his chin up. "Now how about this, if you wake up early tomorrow then we could practice together before you head to Schoo-"

"REALLY?! ALRIGHT- I'll go to Sleep now!" [F/N] shot up from her position of the couch, raising her arms in the air like a child. He was startled at first, but eventually smiled softly.

"Here, drink your Milk first. that way you'll go to sleep faster" Tōru picked up the glass of milk on the coffee table, handing it to her with the genuine smile that never fails to make her grin. She uttered a small 'Thank you' before drinking the Milk.

Meanwhile, Oikawa was sitting there, watching intently. Would it be wrong to tell her someday in the near future that he drugged her Milk before giving it to her?

"Phoowee, wow.. -I do feel sleepy.." [F/N] settled the cup back down, facing her older brother with lazy eyes. "Can you carry me up the stairs please? Pretty pleaseee? I'm too lazy"

Tōru pretend to be annoyed, even letting out a small grunt before picking her off the ground. "Alright"

They both ascended up the stairs, with [F/N] comfortably in his arms. It was as if she was molded to fit perfectly wrapped around his fingers.

By the time that they arrived at the front of her bedroom, she was out cold. Her breathing was more even, yet her hands still gripped onto his shirt. "Silly [F/N]-Chan, you really should pay more attention to things you drink. I wonder if your trust for me would shatter if you found out.." He seemed to be lost in thought as he lowered her sleeping figure

Oikawa was shifting, not being able to contain his excitement as he eagerly took off his own sweater. 'Fuck, she looked so defenceless'

He lowered himself a bit. Settling his right hand on top of her stomach, where it slowly dipped further down until he was able to cup her cunt. "Fuck.. Already soaked Princess?" He cooed softly, before pulling her Shorts off. Oikawa took a moment to admire her current state, his fingers gently sliding her cottoned panties off. 'Wouldn't want her to wake up early now'

Tōru licked two of his fingers a bit, before slowly inserting them inside of her pussy. It caused [F/N] to squirm a bit in her spot, her lips quivering slightly. "H-Hrgm..~"

"Shhh... It's alright Baby Girl, Tōru nii's gonna take good care of you okay.." In all honesty, he was still shocked from the fact that his sweet little sister was still a Virgin. It excited him even more to the point where he pistoned his fingers in and out of her dripping cunt. The tightness of his pants slightly bothered him, causing the setter to quickly push the waist band lower.

It continued on for a bit, until he became restless. The pad of his thumb harshly pressed against her clit, making her jolt. "A-AHHH.. -" The lewd moan startled him, but he kept going at his pace. [F/N] continued to tremble under his touch, growing restless as she began to twist and turn in her spot.

He noticed how tighter it got, and more difficult it was to move his fingers. "Fuck.. You're squeezing my fingers like a Vice [F/N]-Chan.. Are you about to cum Princess? Come on, cum for Onii-Chan.." Oikawa continued to whisper sweet nothings in her ear. And eventually, just like he said; she came with a loud moan.

Without hesitation, he pulled her sleeping body up slightly, his back resting against the headboard. Oikawa settled her on his lap, where her cunt rested right on top of his Cock. He shivered a bit, feeling her cum dripping onto his hardened member. He let her lean into him as she continued to sleep peacefully.

As much as he wanted to keep her innocence, the desire to ruin her and completely claim her body as his own grew.

Tōru slowly lifted her up, wrapping his tail around her waist before spreading her cunt with his fingers. "I'm about to take something so valuable from you.." And with that, he dropped her onto his cock, causing it to quickly sink balls deep. [F/N] let out a loud shriek as her eyes flew open. Oikawa stilled his movements and let out a shaky sigh. It felt too good.. Way too good.

"Fuck.. [F/N] you're.. - s-so tight damn" He began to lift her hips up and down repeatedly, setting a steady pace. "I expected you to be tight but.. Wow- fuck it feels good Baby Girl"

It didn't take long for her to register what was going on, her Big Brother's dick sinking inside her pussy, his tail wrapping around her waist, it made her feel light headed to say the least. "T-Tō.. Tōru nii..? W-What are.. What are you doing? Please stop, it hurts.." She spoke in a soft tone, pushing her hands against his broad shoulders in an attempt to move away. But he was much more stronger than she was, and faster too.

"Ah, ah, ah.. Don't fight now [F/N]-Chan! If you struggle, it'll make me even more excited.." He said, licking his lips seductively. A shiver ran down her spine as her hips continued to move with his help.

"This is wrong- please stop- I-I won't tell anyone this ever h-happened.. I swear.. Just please sto- ooo-o.. AHHHHHHHH..!" Oikawa had enough of her babbling about how she didn't want any of this. So instead of taking it easy on her like how he planned. He began to buck his hips, causing a loud whimper to fall from her lips as she tried to continue her sentence. "P-Please Tōru nii stop..!"

"Fuck, I just told you that if you struggle it'll excite me more.. Are you doing this on purpose? You fucking slut.." His pace got even faster, and his thrust was more rough. "You know, seeing you with those Bastards really hurt me [F/N]-Chan! I thought I was the only Male in your Life"

The tone of his voice sounded as if he was genuinely hurt, she would have felt bad, she would have if it wasn't for the fact that he was literally pistoning his dick in and out of her pussy. "T-Tōru..~!" [F/N] moaned out his name. Somehow, it flicked a switch deep inside Oikawa.

Causing him to act by instincts. Instead of his usual thought out actions, he pushed her off, pinning both of her wrists above her head with one hand. His ears began to twitch, and the tail that he affectionately wrapped around her waist was now tightening its grip. "Tō-Tōru..!"

There it was again, it sounded like music to his ears. He needed to hear more of it right away. So without further interruptions, he began to spread her legs. [F/N] let out a small shriek as soon as she felt the tip of his member push against her folds.

Her toes curled, and her back arched. Tōru didn't care whether or not it hurt for her, his pace was rough and frantic. As if his Animalistic tropes were overpowering his usual humane self. He wanted to breed her so badly, spill his sperm deep inside her womb until she was a quivering mess. "T-TŌRU, TŌRU!" His name continuously spilled out of her mouth.

And no doubt, it made him even more rough with her. "Fuck! You're such a fucking slut for hanging out with those Bastards. should've known you'd do this from the start" There it was, his tip hitting that spot that made her see stars. She flinched, her moans getting even more uncontrollably louder. "Yeah? You like that? You like it here?" Tōru moved his free hand below her ass, lifting her up slightly where he could easily thrust up to her G-Spot.

"H-Hrm..! T-Tōru.. 'M Cumming, I'm Cumming Tōru!"

"Then cum, Princess" And just like that, [F/N] came around his cock. Her eyes closing slightly as she rode out her orgasm. But Oikawa didn't stop there, he was chasing his own high after all. With a few more seconds of him thrusting harshly into her abused cunt, he finally came undone. Spilling his cum deep in her womb with a shaky sigh. "F.. Fuck.. Yeah.."

His cock softened, but he didn't pull away nor did he move an inch. Oikawa rested on top of her, his breathing becoming even. "Onii Chan loves you.. You do know that right..?" [F/N] nodded, her lips quivering from the over stimulation being present.

"Use your words pretty girl, I wanna hear you say it" He caressed her hair, stroking some of his finger through.

"Yes, I know.."

"What do you know?"

"I.. T-That... Tōru nii loves me.."

"Good Girl. You do know that no one else loves you right? I love you more than anyone in the whole wide world" She nodded slowly, fidgeting slightly.

"You love me, right?"

"I love you" Despite being mortified earlier, she eventually snuggled closer to her Older Brother. Giving into his twisted fantasies. He felt satisfied with himself, pulling her even closer. She couldn't deny him, she couldn't fight. After all, big brothers know best.

[katedrakeohd]

#Wacky Drabbles 30

Author's note: I am participating in @emceesynonymroll ​​​​ ’s Wacky Drabbles Prompt game.

Prompt 30: “I’m not afraid to use this” will appear in bold.

Word count: 1220

Tagging wacky drabbles writers:

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Part Seven of A Very Valtorian Christmas. (Other parts here)

Christmas Love - Part One

The rosy glow of dawn paints the ceiling of the bedroom suite of the Duke and Duchess of Valtoria. In the bed Drake stirs awake; rolling over onto his back and wiping the residue of sleep from his face with a grunt and a sigh. Raking his fingers back through his hair, he stretches out his back and legs sucking in a deep breath that he lets out with a groan of satisfaction.

Rolling back over onto his side, he hugs the pillow next to his cheek and takes in his favorite view. It wasn't the snow topped mountains, the lake or even the beautifully painted sky he was looking at though. He was studying the sleeping face of an angel. Her dark hair was covering one eye, and her full lips were parted next to the puddle of drool on her pillow. Reaching out with his fingers he gently combs the lock of hair away from her face and tucks it behind her shoulder. Her long lashes still wear the residue of yesterday's mascara, and their sweeping brush has left a dark smudge on her cheek. Not many people saw Kate's sleepy morning face, with it's leftover makeup and slack, childlike expression. It was for Drake to know and love, because it was private Kate at her most vulnerable. The private Kate that he smudged the lipstick off of with his ravenous kisses. The private Kate whose tears he wiped away with his thumb when she was sad. The private Kate whose face creased up with the frowning lines of extasy when she was in the throws of her most pleasurable moments. The Kate that only he knew and coveted for his own.

Every morning that he woke up first, which were most of them, he'd try his best not to disturb her sleep as he carved out the private Drake time he needed to start his day off right. If he was quiet enough he could steal an hour for himself. Some days he'd spend it going for a jog, or sipping a coffee out on the balcony while the clouds of mist still shrouded the lake. Now that Kate was pregnant, Drake was extra careful in the mornings to allow Kate her extra sleep. But today was Christmas, and most importantly their first Christmas day together. Drake was too filled with joy to spend a minute of this Christmas day without her.

Shifting over closer, Drake leans in to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. Kate scrunches her eyes tighter at the scratch of his stubble on her skin, and then opens her eyes as he leans back again.

Drake's smiling face greets her and she can't help but smile back.

“Good morning honey cakes,” he says in a low voice, then leans in to kiss her lips.

Reaching up to place her hand on the back of his neck, Kate kisses him back, mumbling against his lips.

“Mmm, pancakes. Can I have pancakes for breakfast?”

Drake chuckles, leaning back and propping his head up on his hand. “You can have whatever you want for breakfast, when we go down to eat with everyone else. It's a little early yet to have pancakes sent up to our room.”

Kate frowns, looking around the room, wondering at the time of day. “What time is it anyway?”

Drake rolls over to check his phone on the nightstand, but then realizes it's not there. He rolls back over. “Sorry, can't tell you. I must have left my phone somewhere else in the house. I just know it can't be much past sunrise.”

Kate rolls over on her back and covers her eyes with a groan of disappointment, “Why'd you wake me up so early?”

Drake sits up in bed, leaning back against the headboard. He glances over at Kate with a smirk, “So you could share some of your warm and sunny disposition with me.”

Kate yanks the pillow out from behind Drake and throws it at him. He doesn't deflect it away, letting it fall harmlessly in his lap. “Oh look, there it is now.”

Turning her head on her pillow, she sticks her tongue out at him. The expression of mock disgust on his face makes her giggle. Drake grabs the pillow in his lap and hits her in the face, causing her to shriek and throw up her elbows to block it. Throwing the blankets off himself, Drake pounces; landing with his hands on either side of Kate, pinning her under the blankets. As she shrieks in laughter, trying to push him off, he tries his hardest to place sloppy, bristly kisses all over her face and neck making hungry growly noises.

Drake's bodyguard, Preston Davis, makes his way toward the Duke's sleeping quarters at 6.45 am. In one hand he's carrying a white paper bag and in the other he has Drake's mobile phone. The bag holds a package of Italian sugar cookies as per Drake's special request, and the phone had been accidentally left behind in the SUV the night before. He passes a maid in the hallway, her cheeks flushed, with a nod and a frown and then continues around the corner. When he hears the shrieks and growls of laughter coming from the bedroom he pauses momentarily before knocking on the door.

Drake sits back on his heels, breathing heavily and wiping at his face with a grin. He coughs to clear his throat, trying to compose words in a normal voice.

“Who is it?” he manages, still looking down at Kate as she throws the blankets over her head to hide, still giggling.

Preston speaks up to be heard from the other side of the door, “It's Preston, your Grace.”

Kate peeks out from under the blankets at a very naked Drake, her eyes wide. “Shit,” she whispers.

“Uh, just a minute there Preston. I..need to put uh…something on.” Drake says, getting off the bed and searching the floor for something to cover himself. All he can see is the Santa hat on the floor.

Kate laughs pointing at the hat as she steps by him and ducks into the bathroom, “I dare you to use that.”

Drake bends down to pick up the hat, “Ha! You're on. I'm not afraid to use this.”

Opening up the hat, Drake holds it over his groin and then walks over to the doors. He reaches for the handle of one door and opens it carefully, using it to shield himself as he peeks around the door at his bodyguard.

“What do you want, Preston?”

Preston tries to disguise his amusement at seeing the Duke of Valtoria naked. He holds out the bag and phone. “You left your phone in the car Sir, and these are the cookies you requested for me to pick up for you.”

Drake looks down at the items, knowing he only had one free hand. “Put the phone in the bag with the cookies, and then hand them over.”

Preston tucks Drake's phone into the bag and then holds it out to him, forcing Drake to take a step into the open doorway to reach it. Drake grabs the bag and then steps back, kicking the door shut in Preston's grinning face.

Tossing the hat aside, Drake locks the doors. No more interruptions.