#and nothing will take me out further because who the fuck wants an employee who has to travel halfway across the fucking state every shift

[dilfl0v3rss]

quiet!choso

quiet!choso who has no problem being out by himself, but refuses to talk in any other way than a hushed tone in public. only using his regular voice at home or with family, but he still barely spoke in full sentences.

quiet!choso always looks to you to order for him. voice too deep and quiet for waiters and drive threw workers to hear him so he always just lets you do it.

“i’ll take the number five with fruit punch as the drink pleaseee.” you chirped into the receiver. pretty skirt riding up your thighs as you leaned halfway over the center console to order your food.

“okay! anything else?” the employee asked. you looked at choso, who stared deep in thought at the menu before moving his lips towards your ear. “same thing…please” you smiled at how soft spoken he was, giving him a quick peck on the cheek for his cuteness before giving the woman his order.

quiet!choso who not only speaks quietly, but moves in silence as well. there has been too many times where your soul has left your body because this man has come home from work without making a sound. just quietly changing his clothes before sitting on the couch to watch his shows.

you were in the main bathroom, just getting done with some cleaning. your earphones were playing sza softly in your ears as you hummed along to her voice. as you walked from the toilet to the shower, you glanced out the door and your heart dropped to your ass. there was a man on your couch, hood on his head as he sat comfortably watching tv. you covered your mouth from the scream that you wanted to release before quietly reaching for your phone to call your boyfriend.

since you hid in the tub, you missed the part where choso pulled his phone from his pocket, giving it a confused look before answering it. ‘why is she calling me if i’m home?’ he thought as he quietly spoke to you through the receiver. “hello?” he instantly grew worried at your shaky breaths, quietly getting up from the couch before slowly walking to where he saw you cleaning. “t-there’s a man in the house”

choso stopped in his tracks, turning around before looked around the empty living room and kitchen. “where?” he said softly walking towards the small black pistol he kept deep in the cushion of his recliner. he slowly pulled the weapon out, being as quiet as possible before walking towards your bedroom to further his inspection. “h-he in the living room. got a black hoodie on with his hood up. looks pretty big too.” choso took a deep breath, rolling his eyes as he realized his mistake. you always told him to let you know when he’s home if he doesn’t see you when he walks in the door, but of course he forgot. “mama that’s me. i’m home from work” before he could say anything else you hung up, standing up from the tub before walking out into the living room with your arms crossed.

“choso bring your ass over here right now boy!”

quiet!choso who even though is seen as an antisocial guy, goes out with you to parties and get togethers. always giving you the same quiet speech about how “a man doesn’t need a voice to keep his woman safe”.

quiet!choso who doesn’t really care what people think of him, letting his brothers and friends call him all types of names without getting irritated in the slightest.

“she already do the talking so i’m guessing she be doing to fucking too” his middle brother sukuna said with a chuckle. choso, yuji, and sukuna agreed to have “bro bonding” (clearly yuji made the name) every other weekend to “keep their relationship strong”. this time it was being held at sukuna’s cave house where the three of them ate takeout and played on the game. “kuna leave em aloneee. there’s nothing wrong with letting your woman have control” his youngest brother said, large hand outstretched on choso’s back as he gave it a small rub.

“man cut the bullshit. even yuji don’t let bitches do that shit. you should hear the sounds that be comin outta my guest room when he crashes here wit a some random broad from a party.” yuji covered his face in embarrassment, making his older brothers chuckle. choso felt if he were to tell anyone how life was at home, it would be the two knuckleheads he was raised with. a small smirk planted on his face, tattooed hands gripping his controller a little tighter as he spoke.

“if my girl ‘ran’ me, don’t you think she’d be doing whatever she wanted? when we go out, why do you think she rather sit by me than go shake her ass with her friends like she usually used t’do?” sukuna and yuji’s eyes widened, giving choso a shocked look before the two of them looked at each other.

quiet!choso who doesn’t need to talk for you to know what he’s trying to say. settling for stern looks and a tap on your thigh, ass if nobody’s looking, as a warning to get you to act right.

quiet!choso who sometimes had to use rougher tactics to correct you when you’re out of line.

“say it again” choso groaned, long girthy dick rearranging your guts as he held you up by your hair. “i w–won’t cuss at daddy” you moaned, back grazing his broad tattooed chest. wrists bound together by fuzzy grey cuffs as you dug your nails into your palms. you were so frustrated earlier that you may have let a couple curse words slip into your vocabulary while texting choso, but regardless of your instant apology, he told you to be stripped and ready for him in the bed by the time he got home from work. now you were paying for your disrespect through taking all 8.5 inches of him without complaint.

“say it louder mama. daddy can’t hear you clearly through all that moaning” choso chuckled as he listened to you whine, pretty breasts bouncing with every thrust as you tried to speak clearly for the fifth time tonight. “i won’t c-cuss at daddy ever again! fuck m’gonna cummm” he rolled his eyes, pace never faltering as he fucked you through your third orgasm of the night. choso’s inked hand abruptly let go of your hair, making a chuckle slip as he watched you fall to the bed with a huff, hands not able to stop you.

“now you cursing right at me. gon be here all night if you don’t clean it up princess”

[lizzieislife94x]

Mafia Boss (e.o)

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Lizzie x G!P Reader

Y/ns POV:

"Just get it done keep it clean and call me when it's done!" I spit out at the idiots I call employees they can't do anything right, I hang up slamming my phone on the table "baby is everything ok" my beautiful girlfriend Elizabeth says walking over rubbing her hand up and down my arm "yeah everything's ok baby just work hey I got you this dress for the party tonight" I say softly handing her the dress I bought I won't lie it's short and tight and I know its gonna hug her ass and tits perfectly "babyyyy thank you so much" she exclaimed excitedly jumping up and down as I pull her into a passionate kiss after a minute of her soft lips working against mine I break away and slap her ass "go get ready sexy we leave in 2 hours" I say as she turns and walks away.

Finally she's ready I look at her as my eyes almost pop out there head "fuck me lizzie you look wow" I say flirting with my sexy ass girlfriend "by the way you take forever to get ready" I giggle as she slaps my arm "and you wouldn't have it any other way by the way you look sexy y/n I don't know why but seeing you in suits does things to me it really does" she bites her lip as she runs her hand over my crotch knowing exactly what she doing "ah ahah I don't think so lizzie not right now behave we need to get to this party I have a little business to take care of" she pouts and walks out to the car as I shake my head and laugh at her "someone's pouty" I tease as I get in to drive it takes almost 40 mins to arrive as i hand my keys to a valet "my lady shall we" I smile offering my hand to my frustrated girlfriend "boss they're here and waiting we've checked no weapons so all clear to go in" my right hand man whispers as I nod to let him know I understand "hey princess I need to take care of business go have a drink ill be done in 5 minutes" I say as I kiss my girlfriend on the head.

Lizzies POV: 

Fuck she's so sexy walking away no lizzie don't think about how sexy y/n is she's in the bad books she left you wet and needy and she didn't even know it, I honestly have no reason to be annoyed but i just am she knows it turns me on, I strut over to the bar and order a drink as I patiently wait for my girlfriend I hate when she's dealing with business I don't want her to get hurt, I let out a sigh as I drink my drink "well what's a beauty like you doing alone care to dance" a charming 6 foot blonde man asks trying to hit on me I should tell him who my girlfriend is but decided against it i think its time to really annoy y/n "omg yes thank you I'd love to dance" I say as I take his hand and follow him to the dance floor we continue to dance for a while until I spot y/n glaring at me I decided to push a little further and really play with fire so slowly start to grind on him smirking as I do. 

Y/ns POV:

We walk out and shake hands with the leader of the opposite gang as we just finished laying some ground rules as soon as I turn my head I see lizzie with some guy all over her dancing what the fuck is she doing is she trying to end this guy, as soon as she locks eyes with me she starts grinding on this idiot "find out who that is that's all over her before I start fucking hurting people" I spit out as the jealousy bursts out of me "umm ahh actually y/n that's my son" the man I just finished the meeting with chimes in "well if you don't get him away from my fucking girlfriend right now I will make sure he sleeps with the fishes and ill do it personally you have 10 seconds 9..8..7" i start to count anger spilling from my lips as his 2 of his people run over to pull him away from lizzie i take a second to calm down before I walk over to her with a smile "now princess what was that all about I think we better get going because your in trouble "

I see her visibly gulp and take her hand leading her out to the car as we wait for them to bring it round lizzie whisper just loud enough for me to hear "baby I uh..I.. nothing happened I just wanted to push your buttons you left me all needy" awh she's trying to seem like butter wouldn't melt "and you think rubbing your ass against some dude is nothing oh honey you need to be taught a lesson you need to remember who you belong to" I say loud enough for people around to hear and I see her face turn red as I open the door for her to get into the car and climb into the drivers seat "what's wrong princess " I taunt resting my hand on her thigh as I drive home slipping it higher every so often "baby I'm yours no one elses" she says out of the blue making me giggle "and I'm yours but you need to learn that no one gets to touch what's mine your lucky that dude was 5 seconds away from taking a nap in the Hudson " I say as she bites her lip when I'm in full business mode she loves it she loves the power I hold "fuck baby I wouldn't have been dancing with him if you didn't leave me wet and needy before we left" I look at her shocked and laugh "what are you talking about I didn't tease you before we left you tried to grab my dick princess " she huffs and folds her arms "you know what you in suits does to me you could have fucked me before we left "I squeeze her thigh and smirk "princess I had business to attend to but trust me your getting fucked as soon as we get home" I say sweetly giving her a smile after 10 minutes of driving we arrive home and lizzie rushes out and runs outside as I giggle following her so needy I head straight upstairs knowing she'll be in the bedroom and stop in my tracks "how did you get naked so quick" I say as I bite my lip walking over to her "I have my ways" she smirks pulling me down into a Firey kiss as she works on getting my clothes off after a minute I stand up to remove my boxers I slowly rub my dick as I look into her eyes and grab her ankles pulling her to the edge of the bed "mhh good girls get lots of foreplay bad girls get pounded till they can't take it anymore " I husk out into her ear as I feel her full body shiver I bite my lips as I tease her entrance with the tip of my cock fuck she wasn't lying about being wet "please y/n please fuck me I've been a naughty girl" as soon as the words leave her mouth I sink deep inside my girlfriend bottoming out in one thrust "yesssssssss y/n fuckkkk aaaah" she screams as she arches her back "is this what you wanted you naughty girl my cock deep inside you?" She nods with her eyes closed as I thrust hard and deep "words Elizabeth words is this what you wanted" I continue my relentless pace pounding into lizzie the sounds ofher wet cunt as my dick slams in and out is music to my ears her moans make me so fucking hard "yes yes yes this is...what..I.. wanted baby fuck don't stop I'm cumingggg " I moan as I feel her walls hug my cock tighter "fuck lizzie this pussy is mine" I moan as I fuck her faster not giving her time to recover I feel the knot in my stomach getting stronger "fuck baby I'm so close I'm gonna fill your little cunt is that ok" I moan out as I lift her leg over my shoulder getting deeper "uhh...fu...oh god yes baby cum inside me please I want to feel you" i look down and notice lizzie cumming again as she creams over my cock I feel my thrusts getting sloppy as my orgasm approaches fast after a few more thrusts I slam deep inside her filling her with my seed as I lean my forehead against hers breathing fast "fuck princess" she moans and I smirk "yeah it was amazing but remember your mine if anyone touches you again ill make them disappear " I say with a smile as I lay next to her pulling her close "so protective I love it y/n I love you" she whispers against my ear making me smile.

AN: if you have any requests let me know, hope this was OK word count 1.5k 

[vaspider]

I genuinely hope this isn’t too prying or intrusive, I am strictly asking out of curiosity but…. What…. Is going on with that 16 year old and why is it on a post about a house coat? Are you ok?

I'm fine.

That kid has been fixated on me since I said, basically, that the French Revolution killed a bunch of innocent people and isn't something to be emulated.

For the past 3 weeks, since I told her to leave me alone on Tumblr, she's been stalking me across the internet, digging up every possible way to contact me, and sending elaborate death threats along with suicide threats. I've turned off the contact forms on my professional website and NK. She's sent asks here and contacted me from multiple Tumblrs, multiple Facebook and Instagram accounts, TikTok, LinkedIn, Reddit, YouTube, BlueSky, and multiple email accounts. I'm pretty sure I'm missing something, though I do have it all screenshotted and saved. She found my phone number and left multiple threatening voicemails, and she kept contacting my business, sending death threats to places where my employees, including my younger brother, had to deal with them.

She seems to think that I'm a man, and that I'm attempting to use magic on her, and that she can threaten me into doing whatever it is she wants. I don't really understand what's going on in her head, and I'm not trying to do so. I don't really read the things she writes.

At this point, the FBI is involved - she's been sending death threats pretty much every day for about a month now with a few breaks here and there - and I've been declining to respond to her for the vast majority of that time, hoping that she'd get bored, or, hopefully, that someone who cares about her would realize how deeply, deeply unwell she is and get her help before this becomes a criminal matter. I really, really don't want to be put in that position, but I also can't ask the people who work for me (some of whom are my family) to deal with a constant barrage of messages detailing how if I don't publicly apologize for ... fuck all if I know or care... she's going to "slit [my] throat like a Sicilian" and throw my body in the Willamette River.

I really, really, really just want this kid to leave me alone. I didn't seek her out - she sought me out - and I'm not interested in talking to or debating with a 16 year old. But, also, the things that she's been doing for the past month are crimes and truly beyond the pale.

As to why that's on a video about a housecoat... your guess is as good as mine. Her last comments before this were on the two public videos on my abandoned YouTube account, both of which were process videos about making patches, and she left death threats on a post on my old personal Instagram that I made on the day of the Tree of Life shooting. It has nothing to do with me or what I'm saying - she seems to just randomly pick things to add her bizarre urban fantasy VASpider fanfic to.

Please leave that person alone, everybody. She is a third my age and very clearly deeply unwell. I'd been ignoring her, but I'm kind of hoping against hope that knowing that, yeah, actually, what she's doing is a crime, people take that seriously, and I really really really don't want her to fuck up her life? will convince her to stop.

I'm not afraid. I'm mostly just tired and very, very sad. It is really upsetting to see someone who is so out of alignment with consensus reality, and it's even more upsetting when that person is so young. I feel deeply sorry for her, both that she's unwell in a way that's clearly causing her harm, and that she doesn't seem to be getting the help she needs from the people around her. I hope it's just that the people around her don't realize what's going on and that someone can make them aware, because it is just... rotten... to see someone that young making such a mess of things.

I don't want to talk about this further. I've been avoiding talking about it publicly at all, but at the point where we're closing on a month... I dunno. I hope saying something directly and making it clear this isn't going to go the way she thinks gets it through to her.

I'm gonna go play with my dog.

[andydrysdalerogers]

Troublemaker ~ Chapter Ten ~ A Leap of Faith

He is one of the best goaltenders in the league. He's also hated by his teammates. He didn't mean to be a troublemaker but why not lean into it? There wasn't anyone to stop him.

Until he met her...

A Jeremy Swayman AU x OFC Stella Williams

Story Warnings: excessive drinking, SMUT!, an asshole Jeremy, angst

A/N: Hello and welcome to a spin-off "Cross-Checked" so plenty of characters from that story are crossing over here! If you want a more detailed story of how we ended up here, read the first store HERE Also! The taglist is open. If you want to be added or removed, please let me know!

Previous: A Fox in the Den

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Stella 

The look of shock crosses his handsome face. He looks to Andy, who looks concerned, eyes bouncing between me and Kiley.  The GM clears his throat. “Let’s take it to the conference room.” He gestures to all of us, and I make sure Kiley is dragged in there. Every one of us is seated at the table but I stand.  

“I have evidence that Kiley Winters violated the privacy clause in her contract.” I connected my phone to the projector.  “This is the photo that appeared.” I click to the screen shot of her comment.  “This was the comment of the person who claimed to be the photographer. And this is her Instagram page.”  

“That doesn’t prove I took the photo,” Kiley protested. “I was joking.”  

“I thought about that,” I said looking at her. Then I pulled the email I had gotten that morning. “From the author of the article of the Boston Globe. Confirming that she was the photographer and was paid for her information.”  She visible shrunk in front of me.  

Karma is a bitch.  

I turned to the general manager. “Sir, while I understand why certain things happened, this proves that the photo was taken out of context and Jeremy’s private life was now very public. That’s not his fault or anyone other than a disloyal employee.”  

“You’re a bitch! You’re just doing this because I slept with your boyfriend! It's not fair that you could be hooking up with the hottest guy on the team! It should have been me!” 

I don’t think she realized her words until a half second later. I should have taken a picture.  

“Wait, no, that’s not... what I mean was...” 

“I think we understand exactly what you meant, Miss Winters.” The GM pinched the bridge of his nose. “We will be discussing this after this meeting.  Felix!” He called for the security officer outside.  “Please escort Miss Winters to my office and make sure she stays there until I arrive.” Felix nodded and the GM turned to me and Jeremy. “Is what she said true?” 

I swallowed hard and Jeremy spoke. “Yes, it is. But we followed protocol.” He produced a relationship acknowledgment agreement. “We submitted it to HR a couple of weeks ago.” 

My mind was racing. I didn’t remember signing anything, but Andy winked at me and now I was confused. Did Andy sign this form for me? Andy looked and mouthed “Leia”, and I understood. They found a way to help us at the last minute. 

“Well, since this is on the up and up, there is nothing I can say except to keep it out of my arena. Jeremy, I am reinstating you back to the team. I’m sorry that we didn’t investigate this further at them time but I’m glad Miss Williams had your back. Take the rest of the day and be back for morning skate.”  We all turned but he stopped me.  “Miss Williams, a moment.”  

Fuck, am I still screwed?   

He waited for the door to close, and I saw Jeremy’s look linger on me. That was a conversation I wasn’t looking forward to. “Yes sir?” 

“I know Kiley wasn’t your hire and she was already here when you took over as director. What happened?” 

“My ex decided to step out on our relationship. I didn’t retaliate other than just making her do scut work.”  

“I see.” He clasped his hands. “That was commendable. Anyone else would have taken out their anger on her. But how should I handle this?” 

I stay silent for a moment. “I’m not sure I’m the best person to decide that, sir.”  

“Another good answer. But if it didn’t involve your life?” 

“She would be fired. She violated her contract in the worst way. We must protect our team so they can focus on winning.” I huff out a breath and waited.  

“Did you know that Jeremy essentially told the entire team that he’s in love with his girlfriend? Coach felt terrible sending him home, but it was part of his contract that he keeps in line.”  

“I didn’t know that. We haven’t been speaking.”  

“I see.” He cleared his throat. “Maybe that was something he should have told you, but I felt like it was important. He’s a good man Stella. And I understand that what Kiley has put your through might have messed with your head a little. Take the day. I’ll handle things from here.”  

I’m still a little stunned by his words. Jeremy loves me. He loves me and I pushed him away. God I’m the worst.  

“Stella?” 

I snap out of my head. “Sorry. Thank you.” I got up and walked out in a daze.  

“Stella?” 

I looked to see Jeremy right in front of me. I could see the sleepless nights and worry etched in his face. Worry that I had put there. How could he want me when I absolutely abandoned him when he needed me? “I can’t do this,” I whisper.  

“Stella, baby, I…” 

“I can’t do this,” I repeat louder. “I’m sorry. I just…” I spun around and basically ran away from the man I knew I loved too.  

I didn’t stop at my office. My keys happened to be in my pocket, so I just booked it to my car. I couldn’t be here. Not when the image of his broken face still dancing in my eyes. I almost made it until a hand shot out and grabbed me. “Stella, stop!”  

Andy gripped me. “Andy, please just let me go.”  

“Leia would have my head if I let you drive like this. C'mon, I’ll take you to see your favorite person.” He guided me into his car and took me back to his house. Tears streamed silently down my face. “Are you ok? “ 

“You didn’t have to do that. You didn’t have to find a way to make our relationship ok.” 

“Yes, I did. I owed the two of you that much.” He gave me a side smile, but it just made me sob harder. “Stella, what is it?” 

“I broke him. I didn’t believe him.” My chest shakes with sobs I can’t let out.  

“Stella, he going to be ok. You talk to him and it will work out. I promise.” 

“He loves me, and I ended everything. I don’t deserve him.”  

We make it to the house and I’m out the door and into Leia’s arms sobbing. She shushes me and walks me into the house. Andy gives her the rundown as I lay on the couch, my head in her lap. I guess I fell asleep because when I open my eyes it’s dark out and Leia is walking around with Avery.  

“How are you feeling?”  

“Like I threw away a good man.” I sigh as I stare up at the ceiling. “I knew that it was a bad idea.”  

“What?”  

“The friends with benefits. I knew one of us would end up hurt. Who knew that I would be the one to break both of us.”  

“Stel, I know you think that, but I think if you just talk to Jeremy…” 

“I can’t Lee. I can’t face him after what I’ve done. I don’t deserve him.”  

She walks over and places Avery in my arms. “Do you think that after Bret I felt like I deserved the angel in your arms or Andy?”  

“You do deserve them. You’ve been through so much. You deserve someone like Andy.”  

“And you deserve someone like Jeremy. “Avery let out a coo as if she agreed with her mother. “See even Princess Avery agrees with her momma.”  

“What do I do Avery? Do I talk to Uncle Jeremy and tell him that I love him too.?” 

Avery cooed while Leia gasped. “Do you really?”  

“Yeah. I think I do. But I’m scared something like this might happen again.”  

“It might but it’s a leap of faith to be with the one you love? The one that  would embarrass themselves just to see you smile.”  

Jeremy 

She ran away from me.  

You would think that would hurt enough but no, it didn’t cut like her words did.  

“I can’t do this. I’m sorry.” 

What did she mean by “I’m sorry.” She hadn’t done anything wrong.  

I sat in the lobby of the arena for a while. I didn’t know where to go. The only place that kept popping up is Stella’s. To be back in her arms. To make love to her over and over again. It had been five days since the day she sent me away and two weeks since I had been inside her. It was making me crazy. I needed her like I needed air.  

“Sway?” I looked up to see Brad and Linus looking at me apprehensively. “Are you ok?” 

“Yeah,” I said without any confidence in my voice. “I got reinstated.”  

“That’s great,” Linus said with a smile. But it immediately turned into a frown when he saw the look on his face. “So, what’s wrong?” 

“She won’t talk to me.” I looked at ground. “She said she couldn’t do this and that she was sorry, and she ran away. She found the proof that I wasn’t fucking around, and she still won’t talk to me.” I sat back with my eyes closed and started to bang my head off the wall.  

“Jer, c’mon, don’t do that,” Brad said, pulling me away. “If she doesn’t see reason, is she even worth it?” 

My body heated at his words. Worth it? Yes, she was. Given the chance, I would worship her every day. She completes me in a way I didn’t even know I needed. I’ve been wandering and floating through life but now, she makes me want to be a part of the world.  

“She’s worth everything.”  

I don’t remember how I got home but I find myself in my apartment with a bottle of beer and Linus looking at tape of the Maple Leafs. I can see the play, but I have no idea what it means. My face must convey that so Linus pauses. “I know you miss her, but you still have an obligation to the team.”  

“I know.” I take a swig of my beer. “I just want to talk to her. Even if she doesn’t want me anymore, I just want to tell her that I’m sorry and that I would never do that to her.”  

“Maybe write it out? Even if you don’t send it, you can get this off your chest.”  

I mull over his advice. I can put it out in the universe and then I can play may hardest from there. So, I sit and I write.  

Dear Stella,  

My warrior princess. Still fighting to protect yourself. 

I know that the pictures are confusing and upsetting.  I know you know the truth. I know that what Kiley did is unforgivable. Please know that I have not, nor will I ever, cheat on someone that I love.  

Yeah, I said it.  

I love you.  

I love you so fucking much that not having you here with me makes my heart ache. Knowing that I hurt you, unintentionally, makes me feel like it's the end of the world. I had just gotten done telling the boys I was in love with my girl. I want to tell the whole world that I’m in love with my warrior princess.  

I don’t know why you won’t talk with me, but I won’t push. I don’t want to force you into something that will hurt you. If you want to talk, hit me, scream at me, just tell me when and where.  

I love you, Stella Williams.  

You own my heart.  

Yours always,  

Jeremy 

The next three games are an exercise in what I can only call as warfare. The rivalry is deep between us and the Maple Leafs. But Linus and I have our team’s back. Austin Matthews may have one of the best shots in hockey, but we have the advantage. The defense has made sure to shut him down and any shot that does get through is stopped with enthusiasm. Linus and I continue to switch off games and it works.  

Somehow, writing the letter helped. Even if it didn’t get her to talk to me. Yes, I sent it to her email. I just wanted her to know how I felt and if that doesn’t do it, I can always resort to groveling and bribing.  

I’m not above it.  

Its game 4 and my turn in the net. We come out to warmups and the people on the glass cheer for us.  I try to get in the zone, not waiting to fuck up the 3-0 lead we have over the Leafs. I bend and stretch out, getting limber. Just as I turn to head off the ice, a big red sign catches my eye,  

Swayman, you sway me every day ~ S 

Now, I have seen hundreds of signs from fans, some very cute from kids and others less savory from women trying to get my attention. This one, however, piques my interest. I skate over to where the sign holder should be and stop a few feet from it.  

Because the sign holder is Stella.  

She lowers the sign and turns around. She’s got my name and number on her back. She’s wearing my jersey.  

I skate up to the glass as she turns. I don’t want to have this conversation in front of everyone. I take off my glove and press my hand in front of her.  She presses her right back, and I see the smile I have missed for weeks. I pull away and tap my heart three times.  She mimics and I know she understands.  

I shut out the Maple Leafs.  

After celebrating the win with the boys, showering and the press conference, I head back out to the tunnel, looking at my phone to see if there is a message from Stella.  

“Hey goalie, looking to score?” 

I lift my head to see my girl leaning against the wall. I smile and walk over to her. “You’re here.” 

“I am.” 

“I missed you.” 

“I missed you too.”  

“I’m so sorry.” 

“I know. I’m sorry too. I’m sorry for not hearing you out and leaving you when you needed me.”  

“Its ok. I know it looked bad. But I just need you to know that I just want to be with you.  As Jeremy and Stella, not friends with benefits.  As your boyfriend. As yours.”  

I see a small tear slide down her face. “I’m trusting you with my heart, Swayman.” 

I cup her face with both of my hands and thumb away the tear. “I’ll protect it better than the net, baby. I love you.” I kiss her softly.  

When I let go of this kiss, her eyes take a moment to open. And then she tells me three words that I have been wanting to hear for weeks. “I love you.” 

“Come home with me?” 

“Every day.”  

The ride to my place is taking forever. But I have her hand in mine as I drive us home. We could have celebrated with the team but tonight, tonight I wanted to lose myself in her. Walking up to my door, my self-restraint crumbles. I press her against the door and kiss her. And I’m home. I press my whole body into her so she can feel what she does to me.  How much I have missed her.  

“Jeremy,” she pants, trying to breath, “we have to go inside.”  

“Don’t want to stop kissing you.” I lean down to kiss her neck and shoulder, listening as she sighed in pleasure.  

“We can’t give your neighbors a show, baby, please,” she pleaded with me.  

I bent to grab her behind her thighs and wrap her legs around my waist. She giggled as she was taller than me know and could control the kiss. I fumbled with the door as she assaulted my neck with kisses and nibbles. I growled when she bit a little harder and got the door to slam open. I kicked it closed and walked directly to my bedroom. I toss her on the bed and she shrieks. “Jeremy!” 

“Oh no, not what you call me, sweetheart.” I crawl on top of her, and she pulls off my tie. She works my buttons as I continue to work her neck. “Say it.”  

“Don’t wanna,” she moans as I nip at her neck. She tries to continue with my buttons but instead I grab her wrist and pin them over her head. “Say. It.”  

“Jer,” she whimpers. Ah fuck, she said it and I slide down her body. I unbutton her jeans and peel them off of her legs. She’s in pale green lace and I recognize the pair. I reach up to help her out of her shirt and yep, she is in the matching bra. It was the same one from that first night. I slow down as I kiss her sweet skin.  

“Why?” She whines and I chuckle.  

“You’re wearing the same set from that first night. I remember,” I whisper in her ear. I dip my finger in her panties, and she moans quietly. “I want to enjoy it.”  

“Jer, you’re teasing.” She looked up at me with her gorgeous eyes. I want to cave and give her everything. “I need you. It's been too long.”  

Fuck, she’s got me. I pull off her panties and then her bra so I can enjoy her skin for one more minute. I sit up and grab at the back collar of my shirt and pull them off. I unbuckle the belt before Stella move to undo my pants. Her fingers danced across my abs, and I shuddered. She pushes my pants and boxers down and she bites her lip in anticipation. “Missing me?” 

“Every day.” She grips me and I hiss. I’m so hard and ready. I reach over for a condom, and she stops me. I turn to look at her. “I’m on birth control and clean.”  

“Are you sure?” I swallow. “I get tested every month and I’ve never been bare before.”  

“I trust you Jer. I love you.”  

“I love you.” I line myself up and I look at her again, wordlessly asking. She nods and she closes her eyes as I push in. Holy fuck, she’s warm and tight and wet and I think I have transcended. “Oh god, baby, you feel incredible.”  

“Jer, baby, so big.” I can feel her shaking in my arms. I lay myself on her, so she has some pressure to release the adrenaline that is running through her.  

“Breathe baby, just tell me when,” I whisper. “I love you, its ok.”  

She takes a minute. “I’m sorry, I just...” 

“Its ok, taking everything in me not to come. You feel so good. Are you ready?” She nods and I pull back and thrust back inside. Her back arches slightly as she moans. “You like, pretty girl?” I keep it slow and steady. No need to blow my top off before I get her there.  

“I... oh god, Jer, baby, fuck I need more,” she cried. Seeing her beg for me was something I wouldn’t take for granted.  

I press my hands next to her head and my forehead touches hers. “I love you. I think I loved you that first time. And its only gotten stronger. And I know it's too soon, but I just need you to know that one day, I’ll ask you to marry me. I’ll make you my wife.”  

A choked sob came out as I fucked into her hard. I didn’t need an answer. I just needed her.  

After, as she curled against me and my arm was wrapped around her, I thought about the past six months. I went from the team’s troublemaker to Stella’s man. But I wouldn’t change any of it. Hurting Leia is regrettable but then I wouldn't have found Stella.  

“Jer?” 

“Yeah baby?” 

“I just want you to know that when you ask, I’ll say yes.”  

Fuck. Yes.  

I lean over her. “I love you, my warrior princess.”  

“Love you too, my troublemaker.” 

Six weeks later – Stanley Cup Final – Game 7 

I’m buzzing in next. There are two minutes left and we’re up by one. The Kings have pulled their own goalie to try and tie up this game. I watch to my left as the ref drops the puck and the Kings are on the attack. Their center shoots and I get my blocker up and the puck flies right. I slide to block another shot but leave my left side open. Another shot, but this time, Andy dove in front and blocked it. Luke managed to get the puck away but not to ice it. My team raced to the other end and as the buzzer sounded for the end of the game, time stopped.  I saw Stella with Leia and Miranda and Avery. Stella banged on the glass tears streaming down her face as she screamed her happiness. I tapped my chest three times before my team tackled me to the ground.  

And I knew my life was complete.  

Epilogue

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[yallemagne]

What got me fucked up was Jonathan saying how could I do anything but bow acceptance IT IS MR HAWKINS' INTEREST NOT MINE. After Dracula told him that Jonathan's master promised he'd satisfy his needs (phrasing!)

He will take anything, anything at all to help him cope with this. Right now, he is falling back on "I am nothing. I'm doing this for my boss, I'm doing this for my second father, I'm doing this for Mr. Hawkins. If I cannot be of service, I am nothing."

Dracula is corrupting the promise of good service that Hawkins made into something far more devious.

"Then write now, my young friend," he said, laying a heavy hand on my shoulder: "write to our friend and to any other; and say, if it will please you, that you shall stay with me until a month from now."

He touches him again. And orders him to write Dracula's alibi for him.

"Do you wish me to stay so long?" I asked, for my heart grew cold at the thought. "I desire it much; nay, I will take no refusal. When your master, employer, what you will, engaged that someone should come on his behalf, it was understood that my needs only were to be consulted. I have not stinted. Is it not so?"

That dirty slip of the tongue! To him, Mr. Hawkins is Jonathan's master. He downgrades Jonathan from an employee who should receive compensation to a slave who should consider himself lucky to still be in the Count's good graces when he can so easily be replaced. But now that Jonathan's "master" can give no further input on what Jonathan is to do, Dracula has decided to assign himself as master, using some unfortunate wording on Hawkins' part to trap Jonathan into that dynamic.

What could I do but bow acceptance? It was Mr. Hawkins's interest, not mine, and I had to think of him, not myself; and besides, while Count Dracula was speaking, there was that in his eyes and in his bearing which made me remember that I was a prisoner, and that if I wished it I could have no choice.

We've seen before that Jonathan cannot put himself first. Even as he's fearing for his life, he prays he'll make it through if only so his loved ones will not be negatively affected by his death.

Imagine if Jonathan retaliated against the Count and Dracula decided to take retribution against Mr. Hawkins? Or even Mina? Before, Jonathan had to only worry about Hawkins' reputation and his profits, but now, he must worry for his life. Because what if Jonathan fails to be the good pet Dracula wants him to be?

The Count gives him the illusion of choice. But there is no choice. If Jonathan refuses to aid Dracula, he would be forced to follow through anyway but also risk punishment if Dracula saw fit. It is just like when Jonathan didn't ask the driver why they were riding in circles. The confirmation that he was being endangered on purpose would be worse than mere suspicion.

The Count saw his victory in my bow, and his mastery in the trouble of my face, for he began at once to use them, but in his own smooth, resistless way:— "I pray you, my good young friend, that you will not discourse of things other than business in your letters. It will doubtless please your friends to know that you are well, and that you look forward to getting home to them. Is it not so?"

Jonathan, despite trying desperately to keep up the pretense, has let slip his suspicions by not agreeing right away. Even still, he cannot break character lest he offends Dracula in some way and loses his favour. Likewise, Dracula also refuses to break character and tests Jonathan's limits as he continues the charade. He so kindly forces Jonathan to write his alibi and ensure that the few people who would care about his disappearance won't go out looking any time soon. At once, Dracula plays a tyrant and a gracious host. It brings him back to the good old days.

[ooc-miqojak]

Fuck Landlords

Today, I started sharpening my proverbial knives for this winter's Devouring of the Landlord. Here is the snipped text from an email I got from her today in response to a request that they assist me with a foul smell emanating from a wall in my apartment.

Since the snip is so small, I'll copy/paste what the bitch wrote when I told her that there is a horrifyingly vile stench of death in a closet/in a wall that is between my downstairs closet, and my computer room. A smell that is so pervasive, it has even begun to stink upstairs now that it has been almost a week we've been waiting for this to be dealt with (this is a closet under the stairwell).

"We had a maintenance tech and our pest control vendor come over earlier to look at and identify the smell.  They said they noticed a smell but it was not strong.  The pest control vendor said it did not smell like an animal and he did not see any animal droppings.  He was concerned that it may be a pet going to the bathroom in the closet?  Is there anything that could have spoiled that is in a box or around the closet?  Perhaps some cleaning out may help? He will come back in a couple of days and if it has not gone away can go in and open the wall.  We reached out to the resident in the unit below and they are alive.  So there are no dead bodies in the building. Please let me know if the smell continues."

So, when I complain that there is probably a dead squirrel in the wall in my apartment (and intimated they might want to do a quick wellness check on my elderly neighbor downstairs just to be safe, because you never know)... they send pest control who says 'nope, no pests here!'...which I already knew, because I didn't need pest control. Then, either the landlord is lying to me about what pest control said, or he seems to think my cats have human hands that can twist round doorknobs, and they are using their ~magical human hands~ to sneak into my closet to take massive, invisible shits, then they are leaving the closet and closing the door behind them. She is implying that it is my fault and I must just...be living in filth? Except...what pest control person thinks that feces and urine smell like death? And I doubt that anyone said 'the smell wasn't strong', because the first maintenance person to show up today immediately noted that it smelled like death/rot, and even mentioned they'd probably have to open the wall up to access it!

So the bitch lies to me, gaslights me, and then insinuates I must let what are effectively my children shit in the floor, and that's clearly the source of the stench. Except, I know my rights, and I wrote her about 4 paragraphs back about how I know my rights, how what she did is gaslighting and inappropriate and incredibly condescending... and in as kind a way as is possible, made it clear that I'm willing to make this a long, ugly fight she's not going to win. I grew up in the Southeastern U.S. - I will smile bright, call you hon, and the venom you never see will still melt the flesh from your bones, so I think she got my point. She is bound by law to deal with this issue, especially as it could be a health hazard - and it's real funny how her tune changed completely in her responding email, upon having me point out how I would also be making sure to hold onto her condescending and wildly inappropriate email here that blames me and condescends to me (especially as she is not the first member of management to try and step to me), for when I take this complaint further up to the parent company that owns this place.

Just a shame her apology email came too late, and I had already left a voicemail and an email for the parent company about the shockingly inappropriate behavior of this employee, and how she sets a low bar for their brand.

(It's worth noting that she's full of shit on other points, too - I specifically mention in my first complaint email that this closet stores nothing in it but nice smelling candles and toilet paper. So the bullshit question about cleaning it out just amounts to 'cOuLd It Be ThAt YoU'rE jUsT gRoSs?', which is wildly inappropriate, as well!)

Eat the godamned rich. Hold your ground against landlords.

Make them eat shit.

Edit: I made a follow up post to this, but the tl;dr is that I was right and she was wrong(obviously), and she refuses to actually apologize - she just makes almost-apology-excuses for her dogshit behavior. I hope she gets food poisoning over the holidays.

[fobredactedove]

okayyyyyyyyy so i said id elaborate on the snuff film ask, then i forgot but here it is now

so fob drive to the location they're sent, it's this kind of dilapidated looking warehouse which they write off as weird but not unseen. maybe the company has to move around or something, right?

they're welcomed in by professional looking people, further lowering their guard. they're talking pre-interview stuff as they're led into a room, and are so pre-occupied with general chit-chat that they don't even notice the bed in the far corner of the room, the multiple sets of iron restraints, the tool rack next to one of the 'interviewers'...

Andy's the first to realise something is up, but before he can voice any concerns there's already someone on him, restraining and gagging him before dargging him towards the bed. the other three are gagged and tied up, soon to be made to watch Andy die

cameras start rolling as Andy is forcibly stripped, raped, and choked, by an employee wearing a black mask. everything is filmed very professionally, excellent lighting, camera quality, so you can see the terror in Andy's eyes in 4K resolution as his nose is plugged and he asphyxiates to death, trying and failing to suck in air through the gag. once he stops struggling, his corpse is raped again, this time with no resistance and far more slowly, really savouring every thrust into his lifeless hole

afterwards, Andy is dragged off camera and the director turns to the other three members- whose cheeks are streaked with tears because of having to watch their best friend die- ungags them, and asks them to volunteer themselves to go next. They're silent, looking at each other in horror, until Patrick whispers with a hoarse voice,

"I don't wanna watch them die. Take me first." Joe and Pete frantically protest, but the director just grins, gags Joe and Pete once again, then has Patrick pulled into frame and onto the bed

An actor proceeds to brutally rape patrick, who is not gagged, so his angelic screams of pain are captured by the camera. his hair is yanked, his head is slammed against the headboard till his teeth clack together audibly and he spits blood, and when he passes out from the pain they beat him till he wakes again. it's vicious, and drawn out- it's clear Andy was just a taster. Pete and Joe try to loook away, to close their eyes, but every time someone strikes them till they fix their eyes on Patrick's torture.

finally, the actor is handed a knife and carves a heart deep into Patrick's chest, causing him to bleed out, the light flickering and fading from his baby blue eyes as death claims him. But, interestingly, the actor doesn't move to rape his corpse- instead, Pete is dragged into frame, stripped, and a gun is pointed at his head.

He realises what they want him to do.

He pleads, he cries, just not this, not this, but he feels the cold metal of the barrel against the back of his head and knows he has no choice. He screws his eyes shut and silently prays for Patrick to forgive him, as he presses into his best friend's dead hole.

He does exactly as he is told, naively hoping that maybe they'll let him and Joe free, thrusting into Patrick's cadaver at the pace they set for him, the pleasure fighting his fear. He cums inside of Patrick, and just as his orgasm subsides, he gets his brains blown out anyway. Pete's brain matter splatters all over the bed and wall, and his body slumps forward, still buried in Patrick.

The frame lingers on them for a while, until the actor holding the gun pulls Pete down to waist level and fucks the bullet wound. The tip of their cock sticks out of the front of his skull as they brutalise him, and when they pull out their cock is coated in gore.

By the time Pete and Patrick are taken off to the side, the once pristine set is filthy and covered in blood, cum, and tears. Joe is thrown on to the bed, yet nothing is done to his shivering frame. The director walks in front of the camera, and announces that Joe's fate is up to the viewers of the film. He will not die... yet. their loyal viewers will send in suggestions for how the guitarist will be snuffed. After this, the cameras cut, and Joe is left chained up on the disgusting bed, with nothing to look at but the violated corpses of his bandmates.

So, dear reader, what would you suggest we do to Joe? his suffering is in your hands! hehe

-doll guts anon (holy shit this is a long one. sorry admin)

<3

[gibbearish]

alrighty im doing my best to reply relatively nicely because while your response is so deeply fucking condescending and rude that I would be justified in immediately blocking you just for being an asshole, it's also clearly coming from a place of misdirected frustration over your husband's job struggles so im trying to give you the benefit of the doubt

nowhere did i say that i expect internet employees to work for free to serve Me Specifically or that they "don't deserve to pay their bills", that is something you projected onto this. yes, i do believe the internet should be free, AND i believe the employees should be able to live, and i think a system that makes that impossible is indeed fucked up and am allowed to express a desire to want a better one. you said "you can bemoan capitalism but it is the structure we currently reside in" as a cop out but like. yeah, it is the system we currently reside in, and i do think that sucks ass so yeah i am gonna complain about it, that's what this post is, it's me bemoaning capitalism. i'm sorry that in your brain that translated to "the other victims of capitalism don't matter to me as long as i get out on top" but once again that is your projection, not what i said.

and yeah, you're right, even if it's not what i was doing the revolution doesn't start by demanding free labor of others. you know what else doesn't start the revolution though? saying anyone who is frustrated with the way things work now is inherently selfish and infuriatingly self centered just for wanting things to be free. when you say "yes capitalism is bad but theres nothing we can do about it so don't complain about the way things are" you are the crab trying to pull me back into the bucket, you said i "want to be the rich capitalist myself" but of the two of us, only one of us is arguing to keep around the whole "everything must cost money" thing here and it sure isn't me lol

like overall i think the lens youre looking at this post through is "this is my husband's job, it's what he's paid for, therefore anyone saying they want it to be free is saying he shouldn't be paid, and therefore they are advocating for money to be taken directly from us so that they can live it up like kings" which is an understandable pov but takes a LOT of leaps. now to be fair i didnt actually include an asterisk on the post saying i aggressively support UBI and even further think the entire concept of money and paying for ANYTHING should be destroyed so that employees wouldnt HAVE to work at all, but i also think autofilling that nonexistent asterisk with "by the way i don't think anything else about the world should change, just that internet employees should work for free to serve me personally:)" is a big stretch. and to be fair i think at some point you realized thats what i was saying which is why you added in all the "you can be mad but its The Way Things Are soooo" caveats, the system sucking is such an obvious answer that in order for me to still be the villain trying to personally steal your husband's money, you have to preemptively cut it off. which is even funnier considering in the post you say "What do you mean free? For whom?" and then continue as if i had responded "for me and me alone, let the peasants be crushed beneath my heel on my way to ad free youtube" without stopping to think i might just maybe possibly mayhaps have meant free for everyone. so to be perfectly clear:

- i think the internet should be free for everyone

- i think housing should be free for everyone

- i think food should be free for everyone

- i think money should not exist at all

- i think capitalism is evil

- i think no one should have to work to survive and want all work to be voluntary

and finally:

- i think your husband should like. join a union or get a better job so that you're not so stressed about it that you take a random post very personally and proceed to be excessively rude and condescending to the poster while completely misunderstanding the point they were making.

what's interesting abt all this too is despite all the excuses you make for capitalism here, that's really where this anger should be directed. me making a silly one paragraph tumblr dot com post is not the cause of your husbands shitty pay or shitty hours or shitty work conditions, capitalism is. but as you said we can't really /do/ anything about capitalism individually so it's much easier to want to direct your anger at something different, and "blogger who said a thing that sounds kind of like 'your husband shouldnt be paid while everyone else still is' if you squint really hard" is as good a target as any so i do get it to a certain degree. again, SUPER couldve done without the intense condescension about how fucking dumb and selfish do i have to be to dare to want free stuff, but i can at least see how you got from point A to point B

anyways. tldr no i do not think society should be divided into "the rich people with free everything" and "the unpaid peons who suffer and die to make the rich ppls stuff free" nor is that what i said, and "that's just the way capitalism is" is not the bulletproof shutdown you seem to think it is. i know that's just the way capitalism is, that's why i want it to change. i think that's a reasonable desire even if i personally can't just snap my fingers and fix it, and trying to shut down arguments for ways things could be better with "but thats not how things work right now" is actively detrimental to progress because it's saying we should just lay down and accept the current circumstances rather than making a fuss. you can do that if you want, however you cannot demand other people do the same (see what i did there)

love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

[nineslover222]

I have no mouth & I must scream

Forgotten, my body is laying on the gurney, two slits in my neck to hose out the blood. Damn. It appears I’m bleeding out alive! Oh my Atlanta! My stupid head is upside down! There’s a pretty woman with long black hair however, so who am I to label this as a dreadful situation! Ms.Banshee (this is her name I’ve decided,) runs her fingers by my neck, properly adjusting the tubes. My body feels like I’ve stuck it against a waterfall! How serene. Ah the pain of feeling dry. Squeezed out by a banshee doing her dishes for I am a sponge. Roses stain me and her hands! What a fine wine I make. To my disappointment, Ms.Banshee is gone and so is my libido. Blue light fancies me instead and I roll my eye. Half of me is scarred by fire and I’ve managed to lose an eye after 109 years, arguably this computer is shit. Imagine destroying humanity and you pick me as 1 of 6 to keep in a sex dungeon! There is nothing to destroy? Once again, computers. It’s to my great pleasure that I don’t have to explain the situation since Ted has already. I will state that I do not like Ted though. I don’t actually quite like anyone here. Anyone as in what’s left of these people. Which is fine, because no one likes me and I get that fact out in tears later. At first this whole thing sucked but I’ve gotten quite used to this. Lucky me! Lucky me! My nerves are fried and the psychology that follows my brain is etched in! Little computer wouldn’t have fun without me anyways! I’m a court jester ya ta da ta da! Or a suck up. Another reason I’m not lyked. I do AM’s job for it. I’m basically employee of the month here. Employee of 109 years.

“Who are you talking to?”

“What.”

“God you’re fucking crazy.”

“Blah Blah I crazy.”

“DONT MAKE REFERENCES.”

“This computer am i right? Ah I have no skin. Now I can see if there’s anything underneath!” Nimdok sighs in a very nazi way.

I throw up. My stomach twists and reminds me of my mom. The bile lands on Gorristor’s shoes and I can already tell he is not amused. My eyelids flicker as I remain humorous. AM pretends to not lyke me but I’m aware of its superficial love for me. Not that AM didn’t attempt to take this from me, in rather depressing manners. But usually AM doesn’t give up on these types of things, I am an exception. I throw up confetti. An unpleasant rainbow sprinkle pile mixed with yellow and clear fluid settles between the rusty metal panels. I wipe my mouth with the bottom of my shirt and lay on the heated metal. The mixture a bit too close to my head. I cook on the metal like a pork chop on a frying pan. My eyes blink slowly, luckily for me i guess it doesn’t take much to make me miserable. My mind already deteriorates at the comparison of myself to a slab of edible flesh. If AM were to attempt to go much further in this area, it’d break me. Which is arguably no fun to fix. It takes time and AM is impatient. Something I’ve also picked up. This drives the other five mad, which I’m sure makes AM happy in some way. As much as I love playing Jester it comes at a tragic cost, I shrug. Staring at the floor besides me and talking to the banshee. Her gross nails stabbing into my muscles. I welcome the pain. AM is cruel but giving me the banshee woman is what gives me the last sliver of sanity. Which is right where AM wants me, standing on a sharp point forever balancing between utter nonsense & meaning. My throat burns and a bloody bile batter spills from the corner of my mouth. Slightly from my nose as-well. Whatever. I don’t have the energy to roll my eye but I stare at hers. The patterns around me shift and I feel sick again. Stuck on a conveyor belt that doesn’t know which way to go. Still and stuck on every axis at the same time. AM understands kinetic energy and time is a cruel concept made up by humans. I stare at a broken clock that randomly decides when it’s not broken. The border of it forms a wallpaper that’s been there since the 60s. I hit the wall and crack several teeth. Sometimes I wonder what this all looks like from the other 5’s point of view. Sometimes I can see. It’s rather comical. I truly am a jester with hooks coming from the inner skeletal system. Stringed up to nothing. Yet moving accordingly. My body has never been mine and will never be. I’ll never even know who owns it either.

Despite my adventures, sometimes I get a glimpse of what’s going on else where. Not that that window was even worth opening. It’s better to stay inside with the banshee and sandpaper that scores its body system of choice. Staring at a blue screen that looks like someone I once knew. This channel sucks. The TV laughs, I’m glad at least someone is enjoying this. Because whoever wrote the plot of this show must’ve been a sadist. That’s what the others say at least. But when I get on my knees and grasp the side of the box, I only manage to see my own disgusting reflection. Eyes that are hollowed in and stare. I smash my head in my sanctuary and the glass lobotomizes me. A fatal flaw in coding. The truth is, I didn’t last 109 years. I managed to last 1. Disappointing I know. Sorry, a jester with suicidal thoughts isn’t a good pet. AM knew this, just another reason to hate humans. Weak. Perhaps a mercy killing.

[campbluelake]

hell in a cell

Black and red streak past the group at blinding speed. There’s no time to redirect your attention from the demon, but there’s also no need; with a familiar angry screech, Max barrels into Vual with enough force to send them both rolling across to the ground, abruptly cutting the duke’s words short.

“Enough.”

Guess Mothman’s not a fan of evil monologues.

“Fiend– Pest– Worm–” There is nothing human in the voice that berates Duke Vual, nor of the accompanying screeching and roaring to come from both parties as they thrash and struggle against each other. “Sniveling, cowardly, vile thing–”

The demon breaks himself free of claw and talon, and appears further disheveled and off-balance. His suit no longer pressed and form beginning to show signs of injury, he lets out a growl and prepares for a battle with beings of his own size. Max roars again, eager to take advantage of the opportunity Malyce has afforded him.

But already, the smallest trace of blood can be seen matting a portion of Max’s fur from just this initial altercation. Vual’s not exactly weak. So before he pursues the duke further–

“With me, Niko.”

The lack of hesitation makes it seem he is fully confident that one of Hell’s pencil pushers can even the odds. (Because he is. For some reason.) Instead of waiting for any confirmation, Max takes off at high speed to throw himself at the demon again.

“...Eh?”

Niko, left standing alone when Max flies off, sort of awkwardly points at himself. 

“I’m– you know I’m not allowed to do that, right? I swear I explained this, I can’t fight a demon like that or I’ll super turbo die, I’ve already been stretching the rules–”

One of Hell’s pencil pushers is evidently far less confident in his ability to contribute to this fight than Max is on his behalf. Clearly unsure of what he should be doing, his wings flap uselessly once in a facsimile of Max’s much cooler departure and his hand tightens on the handle of his scythe. 

…And then the pendant he’s been wearing this entire time starts to pulse with a dull red light. He startles, blinking and then reaching down to pick it up, the confusion evident on his face. His clawed thumb digs into the side of it, where a visible hinge has appeared, and it pops open like a compact mirror. In fact… if you look closely, it is nearly a compact mirror, a red eye glowing and reflected on the top half. Niko frowns and then brings it up closer to his mouth. 

“...Sir?”

His voice takes on an undertone that hurts your ears slightly as he speaks into it, but the voice that pipes out in return is far worse in this regard, burning in the way you now know demonic voices to. It’s also worse because it’s, hm… how to put this… a bit annoying.

“Nicky! Hey, I’m sure you’re busy and all, but this is much more important than all that, so, hey–”

Niko already looks exhausted. “I am busy, sir.”

“Yes, I said that, now, you know, things are really exciting down here! I hope you have all your reports filed– well, of course you do, you wouldn’t slack like that, ha-ha! That’s why you’re my favorite, Nicky! Anyway, anyway, you know Vual?”

“Yes, I know V–”

“Of course you know Vual! Well, thanks to whatever’s been going on up there, we’ve finally decided that he’s gone too far and we’re going to make a move– so guess who’s going to coooooourt~!”

“Gee, sir, I’m not–”

“Ha-ha, not me, of course! Him! Anyway, that means restrictions are temporarily broken as we’ve got a warrant out for him, and you can’t be that busy, so do you think you could go round him up? Just add whatever power it takes to your invoices, okay? It shouldn’t be too bad!”

Niko looks wearily up at where Vual is engaged in combat with Max. Wearily, but also with a hint of confusion. And also wariness. He has to fight that? He’s a fucking salaryman. It’s not like he doesn’t want to get some revenge for his… friend, though. 

“You’ve got it, sir. I’ll do my best.”

“Of course you will, Nicky! That’s why you’re my favorite employee! Oh, by the way–”

Niko promptly hangs up before who you presume must have been the Barbatos you’ve heard mentioned a couple of times can go off on another tangent. He sighs and spins his scythe into a more ready position. 

“Okay, never mind, guess I’m fucking– allowed to do that after all, Max!”

His form ripples into a pool of shadow, dissolving into the ground and ripping across the grass to where Max and Vual fight. When he reforms, it’s with fangs bared and a slash of his scythe at the duke. 

[agentnamed-gone]

I'm going to complain about my day (and my dad) because this is my blog and I can. If you don't want to see this, you can black list my OOC tag.

I am going through some EXTREME autistic burn out, possibly Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. Hence why I haven't been here much in the past week, I literally do not have the energy to do anything. Just typing this right now is a Herculean feat.

Regardless, no one in my immediate circle cares and keeps saying things like 'just go to bed earlier!' When quite literally IT DOES NOT MATTER HOW MUCH SLEEP I AM GETTING, I COULD SLEEP FOR THREE DAYS UNINTURRUPTED AND I WOULD STILL BE EXHAUSTED!

On top of that, they expect me to still function and you know talk because and I quote: "You're just tired, you just gotta push through it."

AUTISTIC BURN OUT/ CFS (because it can be both, the two are linked). CAN AND WILL PERMENATELY DISABLE ME IF LEFT UNCHECKED FOR TOO LONG. BUT YOU DON'T GIVE A FUCK, YOU JUST WANT ME TO MASK 24/7 (also bad for my health as I have tried to explain but again you don't give a flying fuck.) AND BE QUOTE UNQUOTE "NORMAL". SO I WILL NOT BE GETTING THE REST I DESPERATELY NEED, BECAUSE YOU CAN'T JUST FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE!

So, I go to work, with zero energy and find out today that because we have no work for the temps/new employee we just fucking hired we're going to be training them on how to do the electronic jobs! Great, only I am the sole person today working on one specific job because the other person is only part time and today is their day off. Not a problem right? It's not like we are woefully behind on this job because the system is broken as fuck and barely works and you only have ONE person on this job.

Oh wait, that's exactly what it's like.

So instead of letting the ONE PERSON WHO IS DOING THE JOB GET ON WITH THEIR WORK OR I DON'T KNOW, STICKING SOMEONE ELSE WHO IS ALSO TRAINED ON HOW TO DO THIS JOB, ON THE JOB SO THAT WE DON'T FALL EVEN FURTHER BEHEIND. WE'RE JUST GOING TO SAY "FUCK YOUR NUMBERS AND YOUR PRODUCTIVITY, YOU GOT TO TRAIN THE NEW EMPLOYEE ON HOW TO DO THIS SPECIFIC JOB BECAUSE WE HIRED THEM AND HAVE NOTHING FOR THEM TO DO!"

And of course, because they're new at this job, what would only take me a couple hours takes for fucking ever (I get it, they're new, nothing against them. Speed comes with time.) AND those big batches of like 40, 50 documents? Yeah I can't touch those and do them because I have to train the newbie, and I know for a fact the bigger the number of documents in a batch is the more complicated that batch will be.

I'm already struggling to teach this person how to do the job, because guess what? I don't teach! There is a multitude of reasons why I am not working in a school as a History teacher right now. the biggest one being I DON'T FUCKING KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN MYSELF CLEAR ENOUGH TO TEACH ANYONE ANYTHING!

SO HERE I AM BURNED THE FUCK OUT, SO I PASS OUT AFTER DINNER, WAKE UP AT LIKE 10 PM TO SEE I MISSED A CALL FROM MY DAD, HE WOULDN'T FUCKING TELL ME WHAT WAS WRONG, WHICH MADE ME PANIC BECAUSE MY BRAIN INSTANTLY GOES 'WHO FUCKING DIED?' SO I DIDN'T SLEEP AT ALL LAST NIGHT BECAUSE I WAS FREAKING THE FUCK OUT.

GUESS WHO FUCKING DIED! SOME AUNT I DON'T KNOW, HE CALLED TO TELL ME SHE DIED, I HAVE NO IDEA WHO THIS WOMAN IS! (We have a BIG family, don't judge me) HE THEN PROCEEDS TO TELL ME THAT THIS AUNT I DON'T KNOW FROM ADAM WAS NOT A NICE PERSON BUT I SHOULD TOTALLY GO TO THE VISITATION ON WEDNESDAY.

TLDR: I'm too burnt out to function, my job sucks, and I had a panic attack because my dad couldn't just text me that Great Aunt whats-her-face died.

[autisticrosewilson]

The best part about working the night shift is that she can play whatever she wants over the speakers. Regardless of what her fellow employee thinks of it.

"Your music taste is ass." Volans, because he's decided to show up tonight, complains from somewhere behind her.

"Nah," the doors chime as someone enters, "I stole my music taste from my dad, so his music taste is ass." Greta corrects.

"Fuck." Volans huffs, and she hears the sound of him rooting around in the register, annoyed and resigned.

Are they getting robbed? It's like the second time this month. Not cool.

And her taser is in her purse, which is in her locker. Doubly not cool.

She doesn't get further than contemplating the switchblade in her boot before the perpetrator rounds the corner of the drink aisle where she was wiping down the counter.

"oh," she blinks, takes in the distinct armor but lack of (drawn) weapon, "hey D." She moves out of the way of the coffee machine. "You gotta wait a minute for me to restock the cups." She informs him.

He nods, silently, and she can feel his gaze more intently than usual when she turns back to the front counter.

"Those new?" He calls just as she's about to leave his line of sight. She glances down when he points, blinking down at the thrifted cowboy boots she'd taken the liberty of bedazzling.

She preens, doing a little half twirl that better shows off the stars and makes her skirt swish. "Yup, did the pattern myself." She informs him gleefully.

"Hn." Is the only response she gets, but she doesn't let it get to her. She wouldn't have made it this far if she lost her nerve over silent dismissal.

She skips off over to her confounded coworker, who absently hands her the paper cups. "Who's your friend...?" Volans trails off, standing on his tip toes to see over the shelves.

Greta can see him just fine, but then she's taller than average even for a guy. "That's Deathstroke. I call him D. He likes large black coffees with 13 espresso shots." She explains.

"...13? Literally who needs that much?" His face scrunches, mostly in disgust.

"I dunno, pretty sure he has superpowers or somethin' though so maybe that's why." She shrugs as she tears open the plastic

"Maybe." Volans concedes, resting his chin on his palm as he watches her head back to the hot drinks.

Greta stacks them in their piles, biggest to smallest, and then steps out of the way to grab the broom leaning against the wall nearby.

It's silent for a moment before the ad changes to one of the songs on her ✨Cuntry Music💅 playlist and she grins, humming quietly to the Jonny Cash song.

"Next song is my choice." Volans complains.

She hums louder, politely choosing to ignore him.

"They're...neat." Deathstroke speaks up.

Greta blinks, taking a moment to figure out what he's referring to before it clicks. "Uh, thanks." She smiles at him awkwardly.

He does this sometimes, gives her almost-compliments and does subtle-enough-check-ins and she's never quite sure how to handle it. She doesn't think it's flirting, at least she hopes not. It just reminds her...

It makes her itch to pick up her phone. Makes her long to unblock the number she couldn't bring herself to delete.

He probably wouldn't even answer, it would just be her and his voicemail. He probably hasn't even changed it since she left.

...But maybe he has. It's been so long since she's heard from anyone back home.

The song ends, and there is nothing left to sweep. She blinks up at Volans when he teases her about something or other, probably another dig at her playlist. "Huh? Uh, yeah." She laughs it off, trying to shake off the lingering urge to just grab her phone and call the house phone. See who picks up and deal with the consequences later.

"You good...?" Volans studies her, concern evident in the lines of his face.

"Yeah, he just reminded me of somethin' is all. Don't mind me." She assures him, looking around. Deathstroke is gone already, she expected as much.

Volans nods slowly. "If you say so." He allows her to avoid the question, something she's immensely grateful for.

"So what song 're ya playin' that's so much better 'n mine?" She drawls sarcastically.

"Greta, princess, you're gonna fuckin love white girl music."

It's been exactly 25 minutes since she clocked in for work. Which means that it's 10 minutes until her first regular will show up, and 15 until her favorite regular will show up.

The man who walks through the door is neither of these people, for all that he is kind of a regular. Deathstroke the Terminator, someone she'd only ever heard about in stories until she started working the night shift last month. He's not as heroic as the legends made him seem, but the world is rarely so ideal a place.

Greta is not disappointed, she does not need heroes anymore.

She watches idly as he fills a large paper cup with black coffee and an ungodly amount of espresso, more than she's probably allowed to let him take legally. Not that she's going to tell fucking Deathstroke how he should make his coffee.

The smell reminds her of muted arguments and tense breakfasts.

She drags her attention from the seam of her acrylics when he awkwardly places the cup in front of her. "You move real quiet for someone in bulky metal armor." She comments without thinking. She scans the cup but doesn't bother adding all the espresso to the total.

He slides her a fifty. "You should pay better attention to your surroundings." He advises. His voice is too gruff to be natural, like he's trying to disguise it.

"You should invest in a voice changer instead of fuckin up your throat." She retorts, methodically going through the register for the extra change.

The fabric of his mask shifts like he's smiling but she can't quite tell. He blocks her from sliding the rest of the money to his side of the counter. "Noted. And keep the change."

Well, she's not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, and it allows her the simple joy of shoving it in her bra. An uncomfortable experience. How do other girls do this? Maybe it's just because she's wearing a push up.

She hears Deathstroke snort before he turns and is gone in a few quick strides. The squeal of tires on asphalt heralds the blue Honda Civic that skids to a stop in front of the store. She glances at her watch, one of the few things she's kept from Before.

Right on time.

[jinxessticktogether]

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[hotluncheddie]

stop being a goblin and let me kiss you

part 1

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eddie’s at the diner with steve and robin, after loitering in the store for a couple hours till they could lock up and hang out. he used to go and pretend to look for something to rent but that went away after steve offered to just rent whatever he wanted with their employee discount because quote, ‘then we can just all watch together!’ robin may have clocked him for coming in to ogle steve but eddie likes to ignore that part. so they’re at the diner and it’s a super fun wholesome time had all round, sharing fries and talking about dumb shit.

eddie was sitting across from steve who had ordered a strawberry milkshake like the god damn stereotype he was and eddie was very subtly taking in the view that was steve scooping his whipped cream up using the cherry on top. while also holding the conversation just fine thanks, no drool or little floating hears around his head, no no, just commentary on the state of this diners hash brows compared to one he vaguely remembered having in the spring of 75.

steve eventually stopped with the cream, putting the cherry in his mouth and eddie thought he was scott free from any further torment until steve took the stem out, having tied it in a knot in about three second flat. like it was nothing, like it was easy, simple, a day to day steve harrington move. which eddie supposed it kind of could be considering the guys reputation. but still. fuck!

then like a demon, steve fucking winks at him. fully just sending eddie into orbit. choking on his soda like an idiot.

he’s beet red and he knows it. robin seems none the wiser waxing lyrical about mint chocolate ice cream but eddie honestly thinks she might just be throwing him and bone. gay solidarity or whatever. steve however, must know nothing of gay solidarity because if he did he would not be so homosexual in front of eddies desperate, filthy, virgin eyes.

eddie excuses himself to the bathroom, being his own saving grace for once. just needing a little break from stupid steve and his stupid skilled tongue. definitely ignoring robin slapping steve on the arm and his mirth filled ‘what? what? he liked it bobbie!’

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part 2 (steve) part 3 (eddie) part 4 (steve) part 5 (eddie) part 6 (steve) part 7 (eddie)

[sihtricswife]

Oh shit, part three

Isaiah Jesus x Shelby!reader Warning: mentions of sexual themes, violence, swearing.

Summary: With their secret out y/n and Isaiah could only hope. Word count: 1,1 K ———————————————————————

Isaiah looked like he was about to shit his pants, he too had seen Tommy's reaction and wanted nothing more than to run right out of the back door, you know, to avoid a very painful death. But he couldn't. He was glued to his seat, eyes on y/n, his girlfriend, he couldn't leave her alone with the wrath of her brothers.

Tommy was still taking a long drag from his cigarette, staring y/n straight in her eyes. His other brothers were still shouting, trying to figure out who their little sister was seeing. But he, he had already figured it out. He chuckled darkly at the irony of the situation, "The son of a preacher, how ironic."

This shut up everyone, the pub stood in a deadly silence. Every pair of eyes had strayed away from y/n and were now boring furious holes in Isaiahs head. He looked at them each, eyes filled with fear, looking like a deer in headlights. Before anyone could utter a word the youngest Shelby brother was already on the other side of the pub, holding Isaiah against the wall by his collar.

"You fucked my sister!" He screamed. His voice was full of disbelief and betrayal, shocked at how his bestmate could do something like that.

"Finn it's not like that I promise." Isaiah stammered, trying to explain that he truly loved y/n.

Finn didn't believe him and punched across his cheek. Y/n stood up and wanted to defend her boyfriend but was held back by Tommy who glared at her.

By this time both Arthur and John were standing next to Finn, holding Isaiah against the bar, glaring at him venomously.

The silence was terrifying, and still Isaiah looked calm, determined to prove that he loved their sister, "Please, just listen to me-," He was cut off by a punch to his stomach.

"How long." It was John who demanded it, his voice still low and dangerous. Isaiah was still recovering from the blow to his stomach when Arthur added another. John leaned close to his face and hissed, "How long, Isaiah."

"Six months." Isaiah wheezed out, coughing slightly.

Tears were brimming in y/n's eyes, and she was begging her brothers not to hurt her boyfriend. But the knowledge that one of their most trusted employees had been sneaking around with their sister for six months only angered the three men further.

Ada, who had been standing frozen on the side with Esme the entire time finally spoke up, "Boys let him talk for fucks sake!" Normally the brothers didn't really listen to their sister but the anger and authority in her voice made them follow her demand.

Arthur was smiling sourly at the bloodied up Isaiah, "Well go on, talk."

Isaiah raised his head to look them all in the eye, "It's not like what Finn said-,"

"Like you fucked my sister," Finn cut him off but he was silenced by Ada's glare.

Isaiah looked down, how was he going to explain this. It's not like he could deny it with the prove from the bruise behind her ear. That's when he decided to just spit it out, he didn't care what happened to him. He just wanted them to know how much he loved y/n.

"On her birthday I kissed her for the first time, I had liked her for a while than and was so fuckin' happy to finally know she liked me back. Then she got scared of what you guys would do to me when you found out, rightfully so I guess. So we started dating in secret, after two months I told her that I loved her. And I still do, so fucking much. I tried everything to keep it a secret, not because I was afraid of a beating. But because I was scared you weren't gonna let me see her anymore."

He looked back to all their faces, who were now slightly shocked behind the masks of fury. Then looked over Finn's shoulder at y/n's face and smiled softly. He smiled through the pain and looked at her as if she was the most important thing in his life, which she was.

Y/n Shelby was all that mattered to Isaiah Jesus.

Tommy looked at his face carefully, he tried to find a glimpse of a lie but he couldn't. The man her sister was with told the truth. He looked at Isaiah's expression, it was full of love for his sister. No matter how hard he tried not to he thought about where he had seen that expression before. And he knew that this was how he used to look at his wife. That made up his mind.

"Arthur, John, Finn, let him go." His voice was sturdy and clear. It wasn't a request, it was an order.

Everyone turned their head to look at Tommy bewildered. But he was looking straight at Isaiah, his icy blue eys locked on Isaiah's dark ones. No emotion apparent, like always, Tommy Shelby's face was a mystery.

Without the three brothers holding him up Isaiah had to lean against the bat for support to keep himself from toppling over. He too kept his eyes locked on Tommy, but he looked beyond nervous.

"I'm letting you continue to date our sister, but I swear to everything living on this earth. If you harm a hair on her head, I will tear you apart so badly God won't even recognize you, understood?"

"Understood," Isaiah sighed in relieve when Tommy walked out of the bar, the other three brothers following him. Not without glaring at Isaiah first.

When the door shut y/n sprinted over to her boyfriend and engulfed him in a tight hug, trying her best to avoid his injuries.

After pulling away with a bright smile she placed her hands on the sides of his face an accessed his injuries; he had a small cut on his cheek and a split lip. She knew that there would be bruises on his stomach but didn't want to look.

Isaiah smiled fondly at her and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before kissing her softly.

The two women who were still in the pub left quickly, leaving the young lovers alone.

Isaiah placed his forehead on y/n's when he pulled away and smiled softly before whispering, "I love you."

Y/n smiled back, "And I love you."

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[bellsnuit]

Daddy is back (Ari Levinson x pregnant! reader)

Summary: Ari returns home after two months. You leave him a little stunned not only because of your grown belly but also because of the way you call him.

Warnings: (Pregnancy sex)

Ari's back. Fucking back. You know they went looking for him once he was locked up, you were notified. That's all you knew, two months ago that's all you had on him, words from his boss: stupid fucking prick.

His feet dragged as if they weighed a lifetime, and possibly they did: he always came back tired, sweaty, smelling stale, and of cheap tobacco. You had always been there for him, always supported him, but that particular year the things got uglier and uglier in the East. Sometimes you wanted to help, but you were a public employee working for the central post office, and the most adrenalin you had was asking a drunk to retire.

Nothing to do with Ari's lifestyle, but it was never like that. Fourteen years together. Fourteen fucking years. You both had been together since both were fifteen: it was attractive to see his plans, it was nice to hear him talk, and it was even especially amazing to always look forward to it.

The problem was when he got into the habit when he stopped seeing how special that act was. After all, he was always going to be home for his weeks there, and then he'd be gone again.

Each time, there was less and less communication, but he would still come back and look at you, letting you know that you were really important in his life.

Sometimes you wished he would talk to you more, that he would express himself better but you had simply learned to see him and you knew that this was who he was: this was Ari Levinson.

"I came back" you scratched your nose, wiping away tears without letting the stew you were preparing move: always in large portions, waiting for him. "Hey" you felt all the things fall and before you turned around, he hugged you from behind and quickly went to your lips. He pulled away for a few minutes and frowned when he saw you cry, and wiped your tears with his thumbs. "What's wrong?"

You bit your cheek as you denied, resting your head on his hand. "I missed you," was all you could say in the face of his stupidity. God, he was such a jerk, but you still loved him so much.

"Me too, baby," he kissed your lips again, and you felt the dryness of his: you didn't doubt that he really was trying too hard, that he really was having a hard time just saving people. And your thoughts hit so hard with morale so many times because shit, sometimes you just wanted to ask him to stay a little longer but you knew you were individualizing yourself to a large group of people who really needed help.

He broke off, shifted his body, and I wrinkled my nose: he smelled like shit. "The good news is I'm staying for a few hundred months. The other is that I'm going to have to go further south in Africa next time."

"Ari" you mumbled his name, but he was opening the fridge and pulling out a soda.

"I know, I know, things are complicated but-" he paused as he gulped his drink, you just folded your arms with red cheeks and looked him in the eyes. He pushed his drink away, frowning. The silence was so deep that it made you want to vomit. "God" you felt his stifled sigh, possibly because it was the least expected thing to come home to. "You're pregnant. Very pregnant."

"I tried to communicate with you."

There was another silence "Shit, shit" he muttered and walked over to you, opening his arms slightly but you denied, taking a step back.

"You smell really bad, please" you murmured and he nodded, slightly and watching your belly. 

"How long have you known?"

"As soon as you left. I suspected as much before."

"You didn't tell me" you caught his somewhat disgusted surprise.

"You were going to go anyway, and you were so excited about it that, I don't know."

You tossed his hair to the side, still looking at your five-month-old bump. It looked beautiful, or at least you look at your belly in that way. You were wearing his shirt over your long dress, he never minded that.

You saw some surprise, but also how his teeth clenched his lower lip. Sometimes you wished you knew what was going through his head all day, sometimes you just wanted to lie with him for half an hour without thinking about how long he'd be gone.

"Ari, say something," you insisted, watching as he set the can aside.

"I can't say anything. You look fucking beautiful, and I feel like I've been an idiot these past few months with you. But I just want to take a bath so I can get close to you."

You nodded, turning off the frying pan as he turned to go to the bathroom. You rolled your eyes, assessing that maybe you could avoid the nausea his smell was causing you. You felt the shower running, and you slid his shirt down your arms and dropped the dress. You opened the bathroom door and he turned around as he pulled down his pants. You smiled at him and took his hand to step into the tub and he followed.

When you let the water fall under your body, you pulled him and brought your hands to the back of his neck to kiss him. You felt him unclench, let the water drain from his body, and clench your hips against you.

"I missed you" muttered this one as with his foot, he covered the tub so it would fill as both continued to stand there, under the waterjet.

"Sure you do" his hands caressed your lower back and then he pulled your underwear down to your thighs, so you just moved your legs so it went down and fell.

"And now it turns out we're having a baby."

You nodded "And for this, Ari. I need you some more" you looked him in the eyes, dreading the answer.

He nodded "I know, and I'm going to find a way. I swear."

"I don't want to look for a way, I want you to rescue this family and help the others. But don't make this the second one, not with a baby between."

His lip quivered and you nodded, knowing he was going to have to face it. You knew that no matter what, he wouldn't leave you alone. He could go all out for his job, he could give his whole life and leave you on nerves for weeks, but you also knew that he would give everything for you: in fact, you never even mistrusted him. Not even when he took you to a nude beach: you'd probably visually eaten more boobs than he'd ever seen.

"I love you" he fiddled with your lip and you nodded.

"I love you" you murmured and ran your hands down his back. You visualized some new bruises, which you never asked about because the idea could be scary enough as it was. "Come on, I'm going to clean that hair" you slid down the tub, and he settled between your legs. As your fingers began to trace lathering circles over his scalp, he stroked both legs.

"Have you been to the doctor?"

"I did it. The baby is fine."

"And you know what it is?"

"I was waiting for you for the doctor to tell me."

"Oh. Then I guess we need to schedule a visit with the doctor."

"Yes, we should."

"Have you sent me any letters?"

"A couple, but they couldn't place you. Sometimes I knew things about you just from Ethan."

"And why were you crying when I came in?"

"Because I worry, Ari. Sometimes I don't know if you're alive if you're being tortured if you're saving lives or risking your own."

"Hey, hey" this one turned, causing you to stop rinsing his hair. He looked at you and you stared into your clear eyes. "Every decision I make, I think of you. I have you in every move, baby. I'm always going to do everything to come back to you. I leave no one behind, not even you."

You nodded, trailing your fingers towards his necklace with your name on it. You tugged slightly, thinking how many times he must walk around shirtless and showing it. Whenever you were together, in public, he always did it, and if everyone was telling the truth, he does it when you aren't around too.

"Do you want to end up in bed?" he asked bringing his gaze down to my fingers, which were still clutching his chain.

"It's been months since I've seen you, Ari" you murmured as he slid down the tub, sitting up and bringing his hands to your thighs, pulling you in. You peeled your back from the tub and sat on his lap, smiling as he slid into the water to the other end of the tub. Your heart began to pound, feeling his skin crash against you. You ran your hand over his formed abdomen, as usual, the one he did with his squats, push-ups, or long runs when he had insomnia.

"I know, baby," your fingers ran through the hairs on his abdomen and down to his lower half. The fucking touch he needed to activate every muscle. You knew after all this time, it wasn't too hard to activate every nerve in him. "Uhm" he closed his eyes slightly but then opened them. He took in your face and you looked at him somewhat cluelessly. "I've known you a thousand ways, but pregnant, will definitely be my favorite. Seeing you, carrying our baby, the little belly this one you have" he slid his hands down to your belly and you smiled, opening your mouth slightly. "We're going to make it worth every decision of ours."

"I love that" you lowered your hands as he stroked his thumbs down the sides of your belly. "Please, let's go to bed" you begged. "Wet, I don't care."

"Let's go to bed" you assured but just stood there watching you as he lifted you naked. You took the towel, drying superficially, and then wrapped the towel around my body. He stood up behind you and moved his hair shaking the water out. Before following you, he made sure to uncover the bathtub to let the water run.

When he entered the room, you were climbing into your side of the bed, covering yourself with blankets. Ari smiled, looking again at your belly and your wet hair. "What are you thinking so much, have you forgotten how to touch your girl already?" you teased him.

"Never. That never" he leaned over to remove his boxer shorts and you were left looking at him naked. He shook his head "After fourteen years and half a lifetime together, why do you still not have my last name?"

"Legally. I already use it sometimes."

He raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised as he approached their bed. He sat up and dropped one leg off the bed as if he wasn't naked. "What do you mean, like this?"

"You know, they called a couple of times for you, I said I was your wife, and now most of them call me that" you shrugged and stood up, sitting up on your legs and leaning your body against his bare back. You smiled as you slid your hand down his arm and he clutched your fingers.

"We're going to buy a new apartment."

"But later, because you've left long enough for a pregnant woman who wants some attention" you brought your hands clutching and guided his between your legs. "Please."

He saw her complicit look and turned around. "Let's go please my pretty wife, in that way."

And maybe he wasn't good with words, but you were sure he loved you. He also knew that no one but you would have tolerated staying by his side for so long, that would have appreciated him, and that still always waited for him. Now, he just felt stupid for being gone so long, and every time he was gone for more than a week, he thought the same thing. The thought of starting a family and having a child had him a little terrified but seeing you there, with a smile on your face, he swore he could take that fear.

Fourteen years you were by his side, fourteen years of waiting for him and supporting him in every single thing: definitely, no one was going to be like you in his life. And while he didn't want to think about that, he was also aware that he wasn't going to blame you if one day you simply decided to leave him. Now, he didn't want that.

His head clouded over when you interrupted him by calling out to him twice. You weren't moaning, and he looked at you somewhat confused. You gasped to catch your breath. "What's wrong?" without coming out inside, he looked.

"The baby. It's moving."

"What?" his body tensed but you quickly put your hand on his shoulder.

"It's nothing bad, it's fine" you nodded "You just might want to feel it" you brought your hand to your belly and watched him lower his body slightly.

"You're a traitor, baby. You should have left me for a few minutes with your mother" you let out a laugh, and Ari leaned with one arm on the bed as he freed another and ran his hand over your belly. You bristled because his fingers were a little calloused, but the baby kicked again and you watched as he untensed his face. "That, little one. That's me."

You bit your lip as you brought your hands to Ari's hair and pulled it back, leaving his face free. He looked up at you and you nodded. "Go on, please."

He shook his head in amusement and moved his mouth towards the baby "You heard her, someone needs my attention too" he moved again, this time crashing his breath on your mouth, letting out slight gasps. You felt him hit your pussy, felt his balls rubbing, his V-zone hairs rubbing against your mons, and how your walls contracted just to receive him as always.

You gasped, closing your eyes slightly, clutching your hands in his long hair.

"That's it. That's it" he assured nodding, caressing your thighs, like his girl that you were. favorite since adolescence, and you opened your eyes to see him squirm as you felt the liquid pass through you. "Good girl" he teased and you just let out a slight sigh. He kissed your nose and came out inside of you, dropping lightly to your side.

"My pleasure, Daddy," his body bumped against the bed and you watched as he pinned his eyes on you, totally not expecting the reply. You rested your hands on his shoulder and looked up at him, somewhat amused. "What's up, new ground?" you teased him.

"Did you call me daddy for...?"

"Well, technically you are now."

"Yeah, but you didn't call me daddy of dad."

"Maybe" you shrugged and he sat back down on the bed. "Thanks" you sat back down on his lap, feeling him tense up again.

"You're a mess, baby. Chaotic."

...

You woke up and when you opened your arms, your fingers barely touched the skin. You opened your eyes and saw Ari sitting on the edge of the bed. He rolled over at the contact and tossed his hair back. "Did I wake you?" you denied and he reached down to grab his boxers. "Stay in bed, I'm going to get you breakfast" you smiled as you nodded, and he leaned down to kiss your lips. His tongue brushed yours and you assured that his taste had strongly to do with your fluids. He stood up as he slid his boxers down each leg "What are you replacing your coffee with?"

"There's orange juice in the fridge" he nodded and walked out of there, tapping his fingers lightly on the door frame as he walked. You sat up and bent down to the floor, reaching for some clothing, grabbed the clean shirt he was going to put on yesterday before he got out of the shower. As you buttoned it up, you stopped at your belly. "I told you daddy was coming and he was going to be happy for you."

It was minutes later when you turned on the TV and the news made you sit up in bed with your eyes wide open "An illegal boat left Ethiopia with the last two thousand refugees from Ethiopia."

"Ari!" your voice made him come with the tray and by your face, he saw the news. He shook his head.

"Uh yeah, that was me."

"How did you do that?" your surprise accompanied the walk he made until he sat back down next to you, you covered his body with the blanket and he set the tray down on his lap careful not to drop anything.

"I'm home, turn that shit off" you pressed the off button and looked at him in a warning. He shook his head and held out your orange juice. "For daddy's two babies."

"Thanks, daddy."

He stroked her hair "We'll sort things out later, but when I get paid we're going on vacation. I don't know, the West? Los Angeles? Malibu? Or Florida? Then we're going to find a space for the three of us."

"It sound good"