#brad pitt x reader

[actually-mentally-ill]

me after saying i’d get tasks done but i’ve just been reading fanfiction for the past 3 hours:

[whysosad222]

[pangborns]

WOULD’VE, COULD’VE, SHOULD’VE…

God rest my soul, I miss who I used to be

tyler durden x fem!reader x the narrator (jack)

in which tyler entered your life just long enough to fuck it all up.

swearing, mentions of death, violence, panic attacks, manipulation, mean!tyler, kidnapping tbh, possible spoilers. (This may be the darkest thing I’ve written yet, so proceed with caution.)

Your shaky hand was quick to cover your mouth as the sobs poured out of you. You sat criss-crossed on the filthy mattress decorating the floor of the deteriorating home.

Admittedly, just two weeks ago you were a completely different person. You had a stable job, healthy friendships, and most importantly, no Tyler.

The night you met him, he had stopped you from calling the police on him and his friend for fighting in the parking lot outside of Lou’s Tavern. You remember his hand being so cold as it gently wrapped around your wrist. You remember the fear you felt in the pit of your stomach as you looked between the two bloodied men, the flush of your cheeks as they both gauged your actions, and the way you ultimately stopped your movement toward the pay phone. That was your first mistake.

“What’s your name?” Tyler questioned, he tilted his head a bit. You looked around him, watching as the man he was fighting spit out a wad of blood, he was still on the ground. Tyler stepped in front of your line of view. “Your name?”

“Oh- I’m, um, I’m (Y/N),” Your voice shook as you spoke to him. “I wasn’t looking to get involved with anything. I just don’t want anybody getting hurt…”

Tyler chuckled, pivoting on his foot to face his friend, “Y’hear that? She doesn’t want anybody to get hurt,” He was mocking you. The man behind him still didn’t say anything, he seemed lost in thought as he stared at you.

Wait a minute, you knew this man…“Jack?” You spoke incredulously, you did know this man! He worked a few cubicles down from you.

Tyler’s eyes widened, he whistled and fell back a few steps. “Jack’s got a friend,” Tyler continued his trek toward Jack, kneeling beside him. “Now, how do we know this woman, Jack?”

Jack seemed to try to stutter out an answer, his eyes were blown wide. His whole life could fall apart due to this very encounter, you could run off and tell everybody what you had stumbled upon. You could get him fired. His breathing calmed as he became lost in thought, you wouldn’t do that. You were only the woman who worked down the aisle from him, the one that asked him for paperclips as an excuse to interact, the one who emailed him the work he missed out on while he was sick, the one who so obviously had a work crush on him.

Your face was white at the realization, Tyler lowered his voice as he spoke into Jack’s ear, the two still watching you. Your work heels clicked as you started to back away, not failing to recognize how Tyler seemed to let you.

“C’mon man, she’s leaving you. She doesn’t care. She’ll probably run off and tell everybody about how much of a loser you are. What kind of guy stages fights in a run down parking lot-?” Tyler continued to egg Jack on, watching as his buddy’s face contorted.

“Wait!” Jack called out, stopping you in your tracks. “This is- he’s my friend, Tyler.” You released a small breath you were holding as he admitted that he really did know the man.

You nodded, muttering assurances to both yourself and Jack. Feigning a laugh, you started to turn around to leave for good.

“Don’t leave,” Jack pleaded, shakily standing up. “Let me- do you want to come over? To our place?”

You furrowed your brow. Our place. Was Tyler his roommate? “Why?” Your words came out shaky as you fiddled with your coat.

Jack grew quiet, he didn’t know why he extended the invitation. He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue in thought.

“- we just moved in! Jack’s been eager to show it off to everybody we meet!” Tyler jumped in, patting Jack on the back extra hard as he stood up beside him.

You looked down at your dainty watch and read the time: 11:28. You stayed at work extra late today to pick up on Jack’s slack, so you weren’t too fond of any idea that didn’t include going home and sleeping.

“I don’t know, Jack. I’ve been working all day-“ Jack closed his eyes and hurriedly nodded, murmuring to himself. You opened your mouth to speak again, but Tyler was quick to cut you off.

“You heard her, Jack. She doesn’t care,” he smirked, throwing a wink your way. “She probably only puts up with you for her own personal work gain.”

The way he so openly spoke lies was incredulous. It didn’t even sound convincing! But from the look on Jack’s face, he so clearly believed those words. You furrowed your eyebrows, anger starting to settle in the pit of your stomach.

“That’s not true! Jack, don’t listen to him.” You demanded, stepping closer to the pair.

“Prove it.” Tyler stated curtly, tilting his head as he challenged you.

And that was how you ended up here, two weeks later, sitting in a decaying house surrounded by rats and roaches. The light pooling in from under the door was slightly blocked as a pair of shoes stood in front of the door. With a click and a creak, the door opened.

“Jack.” You addressed the man, watching as his hands shook while holding the tray of food. He refused to make eye contact with you, simply setting the tray by his feet and turning to leave. 

A sob escaped your chapped lips. “Jack, he’s a criminal. We need to get out of here.” You continued to plead. The man finally looked at you through his lashes. He gulped.

You could hear the countless men downstairs talking about their newest of plans to wreak havoc. Jack cringed.

“It doesn’t work like that, (Y/N).”

Another cry came from your mouth as you deflated a bit.

“Just give up. He isn’t going to let you leave until you join the cause.”

You sputtered, throwing your arms up in frustration. “Never! These are bad people, Jack.”

Jack pursed his lips, nodding a bit as he made his exit. The door shook as he stepped down the hall towards the stairs.

You screamed, pounding your fists against the floor. “Dammit, Tyler! Let me out!”

Your voice eventually grew hoarse and you had to give up. About fifteen minutes after your tantrum, you could hear the precise approaching footsteps of Tyler Durden.

The door cracked open and Tyler slipped in. “Heard you were giving Jack a hard time.” He tsked, not wasting a moment on a greeting.

You kept your mouth shut, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response.

“Huh.” He nodded, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. A chuckle escaped from his amused smile. “I got all day, sweetheart.”

Your lip quivered as you fought back the tears. “I’m not joining your shit club.” You spit, eyebrows furrowing.

Tyler merely hummed. “C’mon hun, do it for Jack.” He teased. “Poor guy is in love with you or something! This is killing him, Princess.”

You reeled back at the nickname, cringing at his smirk. “I am going to get out of here one day. On my own accord. This shit hole will be crawling with cops in no time, Tyler. Mark my words.”

Tyler simply laughed at your threat. The thought seemed to amuse him, he lightly tapped your cheek before making his way for the door.

“Trust me, that won’t be happening.”

[streets-in-paradise]

In These Arms - Achilles x (Fem) Trojan!Reader

Warnings: Paris dumped the reader for Helen before she gets to meet Achilles. Includes break up angst + discussion of cheating.

Summary: Heartbroken and publicly humilliated after being abandoned by Paris, you seek peace in the promise of giving up on men without realizing the consequences of his actions would find you one last time.

Turned into a war prisoner and handled to the leader of the myrmidons, the unusual comfort of your master offers you a second chance.

Note: Inspired by two prompt lists by my dear friend @alysinwonderland-at-tea

Angst list - Prompt 4 " Everyone told me you were going to break my heart. I should have listened to them. "

Fluff list - Prompt 2 "I think about you. Ceaselessly."

Tags: @lovelybaka

If everyone else in Troy had reasons for sorrow, on top of theirs you were the most damaged. The man you loved had returned home bringing someone else on his charriot. A stolen queen, woman you didn't have the slightest chance of comparing yourself to given the charm of her famously inhuman beauty. Even when Paris never made any expressed promises priorly, love confessions had once been mutually retributed and you believed in that.

You trusted him going against the advice of many people who attempted to warn you. His own brother had told you that no matter how much he spoke of it, Paris knew nothing about love. Blinded by your feelings, you didn't care, and it turned out the worst mistake of your life.

" Everyone told me you were going to break my heart. I should have listened to them. "

It took you all the strenght you had left not to cry, but at that moment of confrontation it was him the one sobbing in front of you.

" I never meant to! Dear, what I felt for you was real … But it wasn't true love, and I had no way to tell the difference untill I meet Helen. "

You couldn't believe the excuse that was being given to you.

" It was for me, Paris … and because of you I think I will never love again. I gave you everything, but turns out all I am wasn't enough. "

The assumption seemed to have offended him.

" You know I don't mean that! Please, try to understand! "

" What's left to understand? You betrayed your homeland and you betrayed me. You too deserve each other, indeed: a cheater for a cheater … Lovely couple to doom us all! And me the first."

He gave you a hurted look, as if after what he did he still cared for your forgiveness.

" My heart breaks for you, and i am ashamed of myself for the pain i'm causing you … But what can shame do to stop the intensity of love? I would have never accompanied Hector to Sparta if I would have known there I would fall like this for someone else. I couldn't return pretending nothing have happened, and making you live a lie would have been even more unfair than this. You deserve better, I still hold good feelings for you. I swear it on these arms that had comforted you countless times before. "

Paris attempted to pull you closer for a hug, but you stopped him ríght away.

" You humilliated me in front of the entire city! And how strongly I wish I could get granted the mercy of never seeing you again, but Troy is not big enough for that. Blessed is the king of Sparta, who gets the ríght of spreading hate without having to see his wife in the arms of other man every day! Me, instead? I get doomed to watch you smile happyly from afar in the balcony of the palace alongside your mistress for the rest of my life. Do you call that justice, Paris? If that is your mercy, I would rather get your hate. "

In the most twisted way possible, the gods granted at least one of your wishes.

Promising yourself to never love another man ever again after your first love had ended so bitterly, you took the first step into the only path allowed for a woman in your position. With the help of Briseis, who remained your friend despite what happened with her cousin, you seeked to get choosen to take vows in her temple. It was a quick way to restitute your honor in the public eye and be left alone as well. Unfortunately, you didn't get to even try on the priestess robes before the concecuencies of Paris' actions reached you once more.

Greek warriors brought to avenge the husband of his new lover destroyed the temple, killing the priests and taking you prisioner. You would never get to see the great city of Priam again and, despite the sorrow you felt when thinking of your family, that also caused you a dark sense of relief. Because of Paris you have lost everything, even the most bassic of goods such as your freedom. Only after loosing so much, of hitting rock bottom, you had a real chance to be free of him.

Enslaved to Achilles, but liberated from everything you were before, the worst part was having to stand the provocations. The myrmidon enjoyed himself attempting to seduce you, but wasn't forcing you into his bed, and that worked good enough for you in that context.

At one given time you did found his teasing going too far, and only then you became fully honest with him.

" Why did you choose to love a god? I think you will find the romance one sided. "

It made your blood boil, even if you could tell he spoke to you like that because he had no idea of who you were despite knowing your name. Achilles believed to be teasing a priestess and in the discoverment of his mistake you ended up laying eyes on him for longer than you should.

He was wearing the same type of long egyptian styled robes Paris would typically wear in the domestic environment, keeping arms and shoulders covered while fully exposing the torso. It was matched with the same sort of long skirt made of light fabrics opened at the side for more cassual expousure. You could vividly remember he wore a black outfit almost identical to that one during the first night you made love.

And yet, that man looked nothing like him. His sun kissed skin and the sculpted muscles were as contrasting as his blond hair and blue eyes.

" I have choosen nothing, fate forced me to seek shelter in the cult of Apollo after being abandoned by the love of my life. I told myself that, if i could never love again, I could at least give my devotion to the regent god of my city. Because of you I never got to become a priestess, so now i'm a double spoil: rejected for marriage and dragged out of the temple. "

Although standing ríght in front of you, disbelief faded some of the cockiness.

" You won't be rejected here, that's a promise. I had a minor altercate with Ajax because we found you so pretty we both wanted to keep you."

He sat on the ground ríght next to you and observed you with tenderness before taunting you once more.

" Did I ruin your life, or arrived just in time to restaure your faith in men? I don't understand how a girl like you could think of running to hide inside a temple instead of getting herself a better man. "

You answered with the truth, but carefully crafting enough disdain.

" There was nothing I could have done to keep him with me when the competition was the most beautifull woman in the world. The majority of men would have done the same, and that's why I have choosen not to believe in any other ever again. "

Achilles wasn't expecting to find out he was struggling for the attention of the woman that the trojan prince had left behind in his pursuement of the spartan queen.

" Will all mankind pay for the crimes of Paris? That bastard is not even a man. You are so much better without him, consider that perhaps the queen has made you a favor. If he is your reason to give up on men, I have to say it's quite offensive for the rest of us. "

You could tell where his speech was coming and you tried to stop him.

" You would have given me to Ajax if Briseis wouldn't have ran away. I didn't left with her only because I have nothing left to live for. Living in Troy is unbereable for me, but at least here I don't have to worry about seeing them and that's the only perk i expect. Don't try to pretend you could be any different, specially when I'm here because you couldn't find any other more beautifull slave girl to claim yours. "

His hand was then on your face, lifting up your chin so your eyes won't leave his as his thumb caressed your lips.

" I think of you, ceaselessly. If there is any daughter of trojan judged more beautifull than you, I don't need to know and I don't care, because I want you over any other. "

Your hand followed his and pulled down, rejecting his contact.

" Sweet lies won't win me over, not this time. "

It frustrated him, but wouldn't make him desist.

" Would you believe me if I bring you his head on a spear? I can make him cry a painfull death to pay for your tears. Whatever vengeance Menelaus dreams of would be called mercy compared to what I can do to that trojan bastard in your name."

The strange rush of passionate defense encouraged you to reveal yourself.

" Revenge is not on my interest, all I want is to forget. Can you make me stop thinking of the first man who made my heart beat? The moments when we were happy still haunt me like a disease of the spirit, but then I remember someone else occupies my place now and it's like my heart gets eaten raw inside my chest. Pain and regret is all I have for you, son of Peleus. Paris drained me of anything else. "

Achilles got rid of his black robe and wrapped your shoulders with it.

" One night in my arms is all i think that would take me to vanish the memory of that fool from your mind. You haven't yet been loved by a real man: whatever he gave you would taste like few once you would have tasted me."

The fabric was still warm from the contact with his skin and he was holding both sides of it on top of your chest in an attempt of wrapping you tighter.

You didn't try to escape him that time and he used the new proximity in his advantage to trap you in his strong grip, pushing your body against his.

" In this arms you will find happiness again, if you allow me to show you how good I can do just for you. "

[gabgabwrites]

FIGHTING TEMPTATION | Tyler Durden

summary ⇝ after forcing your brother to tell you where he spends his evenings, you come across his shared club, with none other than his arrogant and cocky best friend who you swore you didn’t want until things got hot and steamy

warnings ⇝ narratorssister!reader, anguage, violence, smut! p in v, unprotected, choking, voyeurism(?), fingering, over the clothes touching, dirty talk. mdni

ps: yes he’s a real person here

Groans, punches and cheers echoed in the room as men fought and others cheered, and then all went silent, when a woman, you walked down the stairs, the narrators sister

"I want to join." You stated, clearly.

"I don't know what you mean." Tyler Durden said, your brother's best friend. He had to pretend not to know for everyone's sake, as everyone would know what would happen if others knew of him, he stood there, in a white, sweaty beater and jeans.

"I said I'd like to join." You say. Tyler knew that. He just looked at you, like he looked at most people, his smirk was almost cocky, but he was curious now.

"And why exactly, would you like to join?" He asked, taking a drag from his cigarette as his cold eyes burned through you

"Thought it would be fun. I had to coax it out of my brother to tell me where he spends his nights."

"So you think it's a fun night out, hm?" You felt the eyes of a dozen or so men burning on you, they'd all heard you. They weren't smiling, or happy. Men were there to vent not have some woman look at them as part of her evening entertainment

Tyler however, smirked slightly and held in a small chuckle as he looked you up and down. His intense eyes burning as he held you in his gaze

"Why not?"

"Well..." He walked around you, like a wolf circling a deer. He was a lot taller than you, which didn't help your nerves. You could feel his eyes burning through your skin as he circled you, but you didn't break his gaze, you kept your eyes on him, and his smile as he looked down at you. "You look a little weak, don't you think?"

"Because I'm a woman? And actually, why is it only men here?" He laughed then, a real, deep, genuine laugh. It sent chills down your spine when he laughed like that

"I don't mean you'd be too weak because you're a woman. I mean you just look like a weak person." He smirked, taking another drag on his cigarette as he looked down at you, waiting to see what you would say, then he circles you a second time before he stands in front of you. "Fine, if you're so eager to prove you can handle it, then show me. Fight me, if you can hurt me? Then I'll consider letting you in"

"Fight you?" He nods and gestures to the dozen, maybe more, men around the room and laughs

"They all came here to punch each other. Do better. Or else don't waste my time."

You roll your eyes at his response. That cocky smirk doesn't leave his face. He looked so punchable, you could hear his cocky smile in his deep voice.

"What? Don't you like my offer?" He asks, before taking a drag of his cigarette. Holding the smoke for a few seconds before blowing it into your face

You snatch his cigarette and place it between your lips, taking a drag before your fist balled at my sides. The smoke eased your muscles and it felt great, then your balled fist made contact with Tyler's jaw. The smoke bellowed from your nose. The flesh on your fingers tingles with pain.

His teeth gritted as your fist collided with his jaw, sending his entire body backwards.

"Not bad..." he said, with a chuckle, rubbing his jaw, you noticed blood in his mouth, he must've accidentally hit down on his tongue, it made his breath come out through his teeth with a whistle like sound. "Not bad at all."

You let out a satisfied hum. "Anyways, are you like the little ring leader here? Or is it my brother?" You asked, massaging your fingers. He laughs again, almost a chuckle this time but it's more from annoyance. He hated that you'd just punched him

"What? You don't think I'm the one in charge?" He asks with a smile. You could see the blood in his mouth from where you've just hit him and it made you feel satisfied. "Just because your brother founded this place doesn't mean I'm not the one running it"

"Who knows?" You couldn't stop staring at the blood, something about him bleeding was just so— you shook your head at the thought.

His intense eyes stayed on you a moment as you kept staring at how much you'd hurt him, how much you'd made him bleed. "I guess it's settled then?" He smirked, spitting a glob of blood onto the floor next to him that made you cringe, but you supposed be didn't want to swallow. "You passed. Welcome to fight club."

You smirked, looking away from the blood on his lips that made you have preposterous thoughts. He smiled as he stood up straight and rolled his shoulders, feeling the pain in his jaw and on his mouth where you'd hit him

"I suppose you get to pick who you fight first..." he looked around the room, gesturing to all the men around the place "Well? Choose who'll you fight? Or would you like me to choose..."

"You're telling me I'm supposed to punch yet another man?" You scoffed, he chuckles, and the look in his eyes almost seemed mocking as he smirked at you

"Well yes. What? Did you think you were the only person to ever fight me, and live to tell the tale?" he joked as he looked down at you. "Now cmon..." He took a step closer. His eyes almost burned like fires. "Pick someone. Or I'll pick for you"

"There's no other women though?" You mumbled. He almost burst into a fit of laughter as he looked around the room

"Aww... Are you scared to fight a man? But you didn't care about that when you hit me" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as a slight chuckle escaped his lips.

You look at him. "You're barely a man," You hum, just to provoke him. Again, there was that laugh of his that sounded almost like more of a mocking sound than anything

"Is that so?" He says before he takes a step closer to you. His tall figure now towering over you as he looks down at you. "Would you like me to prove you wrong..." he mumbled, lowering his voice as if he didn't want the others to hear what he was saying.

"Knock yourself out."

He chuckles, his chuckle just like from before, but this time it's like it's full of venom and his eyes burning as he looks down at you.

"Fine." he whispered. In a single step, he backed you against the wall, one of his strong hands pinning both of yours above your head while his other hand tightly gripped your jaw. His thumb was digging into your cheek where it was gripping your jaw and you were pinned up above your head, your back against the wall without any way to escape as he kept you pinned there.

He wasn't going to fist fight you, he'd just test your strength.

You lifted your leg up and your heel found his sensitive area, you shoved your foot hard there. He let out a groan of pain as your heel collided with his crotch, sending him backwards a little from the pain as his hands both went to grip his crotch

"Jesus..." he whispered, his voice sounding breathless from the pain.

"He can't save you from that, I'm afraid." You smirked as he raised both eye browns with a pained grin. His knees were bent slightly and his head was lowered as he slowly took his hands away from his crotch to look up at you. His voice was strained as he tried to talk without being in pain, he was trying to breathe normally but kept wincing as he tried to take a deep breath.  

"You fight dirty, girl. I guess you would have to..." His breathing was still rough and his jaw was still strained but he managed to almost force himself to breathe more normally as he spoke as well. "Not fair when I can't hit you there in return."

You roll your eyes (again), with a smirk. "What? It's totally fair."

"Damn," he mumbled, the hint of a smile still on his face. He grunted a little as he pulled both his knees away from one another and took a deep breath to help himself breathe again. "What a shitty way to start." he laughed, almost to himself, as he stood up straight and took a look around while flexing his sore jaw.

His eyes looked around but the room was now looking at him and almost laughing at him for getting hit in the crotch, which pissed him off a little

"You bastards think that's funny?" He spat out, his voice still rough and slightly strained, not wanting them to chuckle at his injury.

A few men mumbled back, some said it wasn't funny while others still let out a few chuckles. But they all quickly shut up when Tyler's hard gaze fell on them all, his face stone cold and serious as he stared at them with his hard eyes.

He looked back down at you and his cold hard glare quickly turned into a smile as you saw a new look in his eyes. He took a step closer to you before he reached out again and grabbed your jaw, but not so tightly this time

"What a bad girl you are..." he said quietly.

"What did I do now?" You raised an eyebrow, ignoring how his fingernails were digging into your skin.

"You know exactly what you did," he leaned in closer and spoke quietly, his warm breath tickling your neck as he leaned in closer to whisper into your ear. "You made my jaw hurt. And you tried to make my balls hurt too."

You couldn't help the laugh that bubbled in your throat. "Go figure," you giggled. A choked gasp that sounded embarrassingly like a moan escaped your lips when shoved you into the sticky wall, his other hand briefly goes behind your head so you don't get a concussion, before it slips out from behind you, his hand pressing into your jaw, making it tilt upwards, cheeks smushed together.

"Sounds like you're enjoying this, huh?" He says quietly.

"Perhaps."

"Naughty girl," He whispers as his fingers loosen and gently caress your jaw, a smile spreading across his lips as he whispered against your ear. His breath against your skin almost sent a shiver down your spine as he grinned. "Just wait." he whispered, keeping his voice low so the others couldn't hear him.

"For?"

"For your punishment... naughty girls like you get punished don't they?" He says, his voice dropping down to a little more than a whisper. The low growl in his voice was almost seductive as he teased you.

"No," You smirked.

"No...?" He asks, repeating the word again. He almost smiled at you as his fingers still gently caressed your jaw, the rough calluses slightly scratching your delicate chin as he held you in place. "Are you trying to give me attitude?" He asked, his voice growing quieter, barely more than a seductive growl as he whispered.

"Never," His smirk grew at your words, he chuckled softly against your neck, sending his breath against your skin and down your neck. The warm air against your skin made goosebumps spread across your skin and the quietest noise escaped your lips

He went silent, before pushing himself off the wall to face everyone, like nothing happened. A few men still stared at you questioningly. "Right! So let's continue this, make a ring, c'mon."

You shake your head, moving off the wall. A man with a sweaty white shirt raised his hands. What caught your eye was perhaps his enlarged breasts.

"Yes, Bob?"

"So, uh, is she going to fight anyone? I mean, we don't have any other girls and—."

"No, Bob. For now she'll only fight me. Alright! Let's con—."

"So are you going to fight? Rule eight says if it's your first night at fight club then you have to fight," Bob finishes, cutting Tyler off. "And I suppose she has to take off her shirt..."

"Yeah, nice one Bob," another man slaps Bobs arm playfully.

Tyler let out at aggravated sigh. "Thank you, Bob. Yes we will fight," Tyler looks over at you. "You can keep your shirt on."

It seemed you were going to fight, like, actually fight as the men began to circle the room, encasing you and Tyler in the space in the middle as they formed a loop.

Alright, you think, this is what you wanted, you still were surprised.

"Go easy on me?" Tyler let a smirk spread his lips.

Your expression mirrored his. "I'll try." 

He keeps the smile on his face, but his lips look like he's struggling to stop himself from smiling wider as his eyes look down the length of your body, almost taking you in before he looks back up into your eyes

"I'm sure you will," His hands come out in front of him, his legs bend as he bounces in his place. You allow for your hands to raise in front of you, balling your fists. "Ready?"

You nod, you can't clearly recall what happened next, there's blood pumping in your ears, the men's shouts turn to silence as your focus is primarily on Tyler.  During the fight, you can tell Tyler isn't trying to hit you, more so shove you, or get you stationary in his grip.

It isn't a graceful fight, hell, you don't know what you're even doing when you feel him grab your wrist after you tried to punch him. Fighting out of his grip is like trying to separate two flat Lego pieces stuck together with short fingernails. It can be done, but your wrist hurts from his grip.

It's tiring, having to fight him. Maybe this was his tactic, tire you out so that you're weak. You do actually manage to at least bruise him up a little, but nothing to foul.

He lunges forwards, his fists balled up at his sides as he barrels towards you and you can see the emotion in his eyes. You don't have very long to prepare before he's in front of you and he swings out at you with his left hand. 

You manage to duck and take a leap back, but your one foot gets caught in front of the other, resulting in you tumbling forward.  Face sticking to the dirty flooring. You’re able to twist yourself into your back before he pounces on you. He grabs hold of your waist and pushes you further into the floor.

You try turning in his grip, but it's firm as he keeps you pinned to the floor, his strong hands wrapped around your hips as he kept you where he wanted you, his arms almost like a vice and not letting you move.  You even try to knee him in the groin again, but he knew it was coming.

His thighs close around your shin, stabilising it. "I don't think so." He licks his bottom lip, bloodied tongue smearing more blood on his lip.

You let out a groan, still trying to free yourself. His body was pressed against yours, holding you underneath him as you try to wriggle out from under his body. He can feel your body beneath him as you try to move, his body warm and almost sweaty as he pressed his body down against you and he could smell the sweat coming off of you as his body pressed down against your own his smirk seemed to grow, like he knew you'd never get away, and he kept your wrists pinned above your head and held against the dirty, concrete floor.

He's almost enjoying this. The grin on his lips saying so. "Where do you think you're going?" He asks, his voice low and almost a growl as he keeps his grip on your wrists tight, not letting you escape. "You thought you could win?" He whispers, a low chuckle in his voice and it almost seems like he's enjoying keeping you trapped beneath his strong body.

You keep quiet. Ignoring his words, instead hoping that by arching your back, you'd push him away. Instead you just ending up firmly pressed against him. You could feel his heartbeat against yours. The tip of your chin grazed his. "You're relentless, just let go." You huff out, unaware of the very compromising position you're in.

"I'm relentless?" He asks, but there's a smile on his face as he looks down at you and almost seems to be enjoying the compromising position. "Aren't you the one still struggling on the ground?"

You let out an angry sigh, halting your movements as you grew tired. He's surprised when you stop struggling and grow quiet beneath him. Your arms still pinned down against the floor, his grip tight to make sure you couldn't escape but you stopped squirming beneath him, making it almost harder for him to keep himself from noticing how your body felt beneath his own

"Don't you wanna let me go?" You  speak quietly, breathlessly as you ask him to stop but you see the smile on his face grow again, a mischievous look in his eyes now as he looked down at you.

"Oh, but I'm enjoying this." he whispers as his eyes dance over your face. His body seems to tighten and push against yours, making it even harder for you to get away and you can feel his muscles tighten and make it almost impossible to move.

An idea comes to your mind. "You sure?" You manage to slip out the other leg that wasn't squished between his, and loop it around his waist.

"Very." His body seems to grow even hotter as your legs cradle his hip, wrapping around him. It's almost as if you can feel the muscles in his body tense from his reaction.

You let out a hum, your idea continuing as you lift your hips up, grinding your hips against his. His body tenses at the grind, his hands tight around your wrists as he keeps you pinned to the ground. You watch his body react, a quiet swear escaping his lips as he feels your hips grind against his crotch

"You just don't quit, do you?" He asks, although there's a groan in his voice as he tries to keep you in place.

"I don't know what you mean, Tyler." You smirk, hips moving harder. His body tensed with every movement you made, his eyes closed and his hands almost squeezing around your wrists as you felt his body react to your movements

"You're not trying to win." he mutters softly, his body still pressed against yours as he fought to keep himself from moaning at each movement of your hips against him.

"I'd never." You can hear the soft groan that gets almost caught in his throat as your hips continue to grind against his crotch and feel his body tense again, trying to keep his hold on your wrists while your legs wrapped around his waist

"God..." he growls softly, trying desperately to keep himself together as you keep moving against him. He opens his eyes again, his face almost in pain as you continue to grind against him, his body tensing again. "You should stop." He whispers again, almost a groan at the end of his words while he fights to keep himself in control and not let his body give into your teasing.

"Do you want me to?" He was only a man, his blood had rushed south against his will.

He closes his eyes again when you mention how you can feel him, his breath catching in his throat and you watch his entire body tense up again, almost as if the feeling of you grinding against him is almost too much for him to take.

His eyes stay closed and his body tense, the muscles of his arms flex like they're fighting to remain tight around your wrists as he almost groans in his throat. "I'm warning you," he whispers again, breathing heavily with each movement of your hips. "You keep this up and—."

"And what?" You tip your chin up, in challenge.

He opens his eyes again, his breathing heavy and a new look in his eyes as he looks down at you, his hands suddenly tighten around your wrist again and you watch his face change as he looks down at you, his body moving in reaction to yours

"And you'll see what you do to me." he whispers, his voice husky and a growl at the end of his words as he finally gives in to your teasing

"Then show me." All the other men in the room quieten down slowly, not understanding what's going on as you two keep your eyes locked to each other, his breath still heavy as you watch him look down at you

"You wanted to see?" He asks, a smirk growing on his face again as you watch the men around the circle begin to disperse and disappear, leaving only the two of you left alone in the warehouse

"If you're not scared."

"Scared?" He asks, almost a laugh in his voice as he looks at you. "I'm not scared of anything," he laughs and it almost sounds like a challenge as he grins down at you "And you?"

You shake your head. He grins now, his eyes slowly running over your body, at how you look with your legs wrapped around his hips and wrists pinned against the floor

"Why don't we put that to the test?" He asks, his voice almost mischievous as he eyes you slowly. You let a small smile grace your face as your hips raised against his, "I'm not going to give in as easily as you did..." he teases back as his hips push down against yours, almost pinning you down again as he pushes your wrists down into the floor again, making sure you're trapped. "Now you're going to see what you do to me." He grins, his breath heavy with anticipation and excitement as he looks down at you.

You gasp when you feel a hardness between your thighs as he ground his hips once more into you.

"You want me to stop?" He asks playfully, his face close and almost laughing as he looks down at you, his hips still grinding and pressing against yours and you feel his chest pressed against yours as he's pinning you down again.

You bite your lip, a small, barely noticeable shake of your head has him grinning like a wolf.

"I didn't think so," he whispered back, as he kept his eyes on you. "You don't really put up much of a resistance, you know that?" He asked, almost a tease in his voice as he continued to grind his hips against yours and you could feel everything as he kept you trapped beneath him.

"Shut up." you grit out, ignoring how you felt yourself ache and drool into your underwear.

"Is it getting to be too much for you?" He teases, the sound of his voice like honey as he watched your eyes flutter and close while he continued to press his hips against yours, his arms still holding your wrists against the floor as he made you feel his body against your own.

"No." your cheeks flared up at your voice, it held a tremor of a moan, one that had you biting your tongue. He smiles down at you again, the sound of your groan almost like music in Tyler's ears as he grinned above you, his body almost like a vice as he presses himself down against you and you can feel his pants tightening at the feeling of your body rubbing against him.

His eyes locked with yours as your mouth falls open and he can't take his eyes off of you

"You keep making those pretty noises and I'll keep making that pretty mouth do more than just speak." he teases with a smile across his face, his body continuing to press against yours while he watches each movement with hungry eyes.

Tyler got a bold lick of ambition, and let go of your wrists with one hand. He let his free hand barely graze your breasts and tummy before it found itself nestled on the apex of your thigh. He waited, waited for you to stop him, for you to struggle against his grip, for any sort of hesitation, but got none.

He can't help a smirk that forms on his face, leaning down and gently brushing his lips against yours, really waiting for a stop, before pulling back again to look at you with a smirk on his face, his fingers still wandering over and touching all your sensitive areas that makes you arch your back when he touches you. "You should really see you right now. God, what would your brother think?"

"Do you ever quit talking?" You spat.

"I mean, all this time you pretended to hate me. Me? Always bitchin' about me to me. But oh, sweetheart, you just wanted me all along," his voice was almost like a purr, it felt like a shuddering stroke against your core. He let out an amused chuckle. "And for the record, I don't quit."

His fingers shot to your clothed cunt, where he harshly dug, and twisted his fingers against your mound, against your puffy clit. This caused your hips to jerk and for a low groan to leave your lips.

His head jerked up and he threw a look over his shoulder. "Leave." He demanded. The other men who shamefully watched the ludicrous scene began to leave, Tyler didn't move until the last few perverted stragglers left.

Your wrists thrashed in his grip when you soon felt a warm feeling grow between your legs. "Will you let...go?" You gasped, referring to his vice grip.

"I dunno...What's in it for me?"

You groaned, both out of pleasure and frustration. "I don't know? Me?"

He chuckled at your attempt, your pathetic attempt. "Beg..." he whispers, his voice a low and almost menacing growl as he looks down at you, his breath heavy and his entire body still on fire as he looks down at you beneath him with your wrists still pinned down and his fingers gently trailing up and down your body.

Your eyes finds his, what was once a gunmetal blue was how to black holes, that swirled with desire and want, and looked like they could swallow you whole. "Please? I beg of you. Tyler, please?"

He looks down at you, almost in disbelief and not wanting to believe that you caved, but just as quickly as he stops himself to take in the fact that he was the one who pushed you to the edge and made you beg, he grins again with a dark twinkle in his eye. "Now that's a pretty thing to hear." he murmurs softly, lowering his voice and leaning closer to you again.

His breath is heavy as he lets go of one of your wrists and his fingers continue to rub against you as he watches you writhe with his touch and listen to your quiet, needy moans while his free hand helps keep him upright above you.

Your fingers flew to the hem of your pants, where you tugged ferociously. Tyler murmured something before his hands left you and grabbed your pants's hem and yanked, he yanked and tugged until they were off.

There's almost nothing gentle about his touches anymore as he gets more and more. His hands and fingers pull at your clothes, his touches almost greedy and needy as he pulls and pushes everything out of the way, almost needing you bare and exposed. His breath heavy and his own body tight and tensing, he reaches again and his fingers pull and push your clothes out of the way, almost not caring anymore if he rips something as he tries to make you bare so he can touch you.

His shirt is quick to follow, exposing his rigid muscles, glazed with sweat and bruises from fights before, and just now.

Almost immediately after, his fingers were back to massaging your clit, this time, he felt the tight bud against the pads of his fingers, he felt your wetness coat his fingers. Tyler allowed for his hand to slip, and for him to sink two digits into your sopping hole.

You whimpered at the stretch, feeling your walls cry in pain as he worked you open. You would have clamped your legs shut, but his were in the way. It took a few minutes for the pain to dissipate into raw pleasure. Your cunt squelched, the sound bouncing off the walls. "You hear that?" He asked, "She's so desperate for me, so wet, for me."

You moaned, unable to stop yourself as your hips gently rocked against his hand. With his other hand, Tyler yanked his pants down, just enough for his boxers to go with it, and for his cock to spring free.

He looks down at you, all that hard muscle and lean body exposed while he positions himself between your legs and looks down at you with a dark, feral look.

He pulls his fingers out, bringing them to his lips and giving them one, hard suck before he spat on his hand, using it as lube as he phoned his cock. You peered up at his cock, pink tip and tan shaft, blonde, wiry but trimmed hair peeking sitting pretty at his base.

"You ready for me, baby?" He asked, his eyes trained on your fluttering cunt.

"Please?"

He shifted as much as he could on his knees, until they hit the plush of your ass. He leant forward, allowing for his leaky tip to press against your hole. He sunk his tip in, allowing for it to prepare for the stretch before he fed your cunt, his cock.

"Aw, fuck. She's tight." He moaned, it wasn't because you didn't want this, but because of how much you wanted it, that your pussy walls puffed up with arousal.

"Give it to me, Tyler." You whined, feeling full even at the initial thrust.

"Don't worry, baby. I won't hold back."

He moves his hips back, slow. Achingly slow before they snap, and you jerk, loud moan ripping from your throat. He almost loses control as he presses against you, his moves becoming sharper and harder with his need and want for you, his breath coming heavy and panting as he can't do anything but feel you against him.

He groans again with each movement and thrust you feel from him, his breath heavy and almost in his throat as he holds his weight on his arms while he keeps his eyes locked on yours, almost like he's hypnotised by you.

His lips meet yours and he moves with need and want, tasting of cigarettes and sweat, an unusual yet almost addictive combination as he pulls you closer to him while he keeps moving against you.

You slither your hands up his chest which find their way around his neck, he almost growls against your lips, the feeling and touch making him move and grind against you with more eagerness and need.

"Imagine your brother sees us, huh," Tyler chuckled breathlessly, his words almost playful and teasing even now as his breath is still heavy and he's almost panting against your mouth, a grin on his face and the movement between not slowing as his voice comes out in the form of a low groan at the thought of his best friend finding him and his sister in this position. "Imagine what he'd think."

"You're a real asshole." You manage to get out, feeling yourself go in and out of sub-space. Tyler groans out, the feeling of you tightening around him making his breath hitch and his heart hammer in his chest as he groans out again, his mouth trailing kisses along your jawline and down your neck as he moans out in pleasure.

"I think you'd like that. Like someone walking in and seeing this filth, hmm?" Tyler asked, with a wicked tone.

"N...No." you choke, but Tyler felt it. How you involuntarily clamped down on him, how your cunt squeezed him at his words. He barks a laugh, his hips never faltering. You ignore his cockiness, loosing the battle with care as you felt the coil in your lower belly tighten. "Mm, Tyler. I'm ‘bout to, I'm—!"

You don't get to finish your words as your orgasm slams into you, sending white, hot pleasure to surge through you as you scream. Toes curling and back arching.

As you come undone around him he suddenly stops moving, letting that moment of pure bliss wash over you before he lets out a low groan and his hips press closer to yours as he lets himself go as well, breath heavy against your neck and his body tensed as it comes to a release before his lips graze your neck and he breathes against the mark he left on your neck.

He slips out, you both whimper and whine at the loss of contact, his body almost weak and he looks down at you with a hint of a smile with a lazy expression on his face, the tension between them now loosened and the air between them light and almost easy after what just happened.

"Just, whatever you do, don't tell my brother."

As he helped you pull your pants back up, he looked at you with with a knowing smirk and a playful air in his voice, "I won't tell your brother, this can be our little secret." You nod, before standing up on shaky legs.

He stood up with you, a sense of ease between you and a lazy, cheeky smile on his face as he almost seemed pleased with himself. There was a look in his eyes that told you he wanted more, but he knew he couldn't push his luck right now.

"I don't suppose you'd have one of those smokes left on you, would you?" He asked, his voice light and playful as he reached out and placed a hand on your hip, pulling you in close next to him as he asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You reach into your pocket and pull out the small box. He smiles as you hand him the cigarette box, pulling out a cigarette and bringing it to his lips and lighting it.

Then, he takes a drag, he blows out the smoke and looks at you with a satisfied smirk, "I could definitely get used to these little sessions of ours."

You roll your eyes. "I thought it was supposed to be a fight club."

He grins again, taking another drag before blowing out the smoke again and shrugging, "I suppose I just thought we could mix it up a little bit, keep things interesting. Besides, what fun is a fight club without a little bit of pleasure, right?"

"Do you do this with all new candidates?"

He smirks again, taking a puff from his cigarette before blowing out the smoke and shaking his head, "Only the feisty ones who make it worthwhile," he purrs, looking over at you with a twinkle in his eye. You let out an amused sound. "What's so funny?" He asks with a mischievous grin, blowing out the smoke before wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close against him, his body against yours and his eyes fixed on you.

"Nothing."

"Don't go all shy on me now." he teases, nudging you playfully and taking another drag from the cigarette before blowing out the smoke, a playful and suggestive look in his eyes

You shake your head with a smile, dusting off your pants. "Whatever, Tyler. See you."

He grins again, taking one last drag before tossing the cigarette on the ground, stomping it out with his foot with a light chuckle, "See you around, sweetheart."

rewatched fight club (my fave) and I could not for the life of me stop staring at sweaty shirtless tyler

[bradpittwh0re]

faceclaim: sydney sweeney

pairings: brad pitt x actress!reader

warnings:fluff , lovers to exes to hopefully lovers again

theteaonbrad

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theteaonbrad it looks like from inside sources that brad pitt and y/n l/n has decided to call it quicks after dating for 2 years , tmz reports

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y/nfan61 i literally just screamed "WHAT THE HELL" out loud

y/n+bradfan84 and our delusional ass thought they were going to announce an engagement soon

pittfan24 we were really in a delusional era

y/nfan12 SAY SIKE PLEASE SAY SIKE

bradstan04 swear didnt he just get her name tattooed!!!

y/nfan23 i guess it didnt mean that much for him

y/nstan452 can you guys stop speculating about a relationship your not in

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yourinstagram new campaign @miumiu the wander bag

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y/nfan34 so its just business as usual babes

y/nstan74 she is not going to address nothing

y/nfan02 the face card never declines

jacobelordi 😭

cassiedefender ariana what you doing here ?

bradfan04 omg its true brad is always the first one to like her pictures but now he has not liked it at all

y/nfan88 she is the miu miu it girl

euphoria

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euphoria y/n stuns in custom miu miu at l.a euphoria premiere

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y/nfan01 we are so proud of you y/n

y/nfan02 she has the post breakup glow to her

pittfan24 nooo i miss her and brad together

y/nfan04 we don't want this we want the next album

jacobelordi so amazing 🔥🔥

yourinstagram aww thanks jacob

y/nstan82 is it just me that are seeing y/n and jacob's interactions cassiedefender yess , i thought i was the only one , i hope they just friends but that picture is not helping their case

y/nstan82 dont really know if they're friends or dating but i kinda ship it

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tmz brad spotted out and about in l.a the same time as y/n's premiere , accident or intentional ???

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hater87 damn he really let himself go

pittstan62 and still looks better than you on your best day

bradfan42 himbo brad conformed

pittfan24 omg not all their close friends but y/n , she must have done something

bradfan36 stop guessing its literally none of our business

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deadline after production was halted in late year it is now confirmed that the film "Anyone But You" will start up filming again next month in Australia

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y/nfan87 well this will be so awkward

y/nfan52 and its a romcom 🥰

bradstan45 jacob is probably on the floor somewhere

pittfan24 BRADY/N SUPREMACY

y/nfan04 I need this to bring them back together

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author note -gonna make a part 2 for this later and send more requests

[eudaimaniacs]

dating cliff booth headcanons! (cliff booth x female reader)

character/universe: cliff booth (once upon a time... in hollywood)

warning/s: mentions of smut and spoilers for both the movie and book

notes: i am back from the dead and it is quite funny. looking back at my past works, it's a bit of a mess with the characters i write about from anime to pedro pascal. wrote this since cliff booth is one of my favorite movie characters and he makes me horny. i got inspired from reading the book and let me tell you, cliff is freakier there. i am unsatisfied with the lack of cliff booth fanfics here! anyways, enjoy! (scroll if you're not a fan or haven't watched this movie)

Dating Cliff Booth is like the wind; it is free and cooling. His chill demeanor and unrestricted spirit match the hot, searing Californian weather.

Long night drives in his Karmann Ghia are the best. Even though there are countless men with expensive cars, Cliff's broken-down one satisfies you more. You lay down on his lap as he drives anywhere that leads the both of you. Cliff drives fast on the vast road but still manages to sneak in a few kisses.

During the day, you persuade Cliff to go to the beach to chill, have a picnic, or have sex in his car. Afterward, both of you go for a swim on whatever beach he drives to.

Sex with Cliff is mindblowing, to say the least. He does it anywhere: the car, kitchen table, in the middle of nowhere, movie sets, etc. This man's sex drive is unbelievable, and you can't fathom how you keep up with it.

Whenever he's not in the mood, Cliff encourages you to be naked in the comfort of your shared home. He adores your body, especially when you wear things he likes: babydoll dresses, miniskirts, sheer dresses, his Hawaiian shirt, and graphic t-shirts. Cliff won't let you tear yourself down with the beauty standards of Hollywood.

Even with the controversial age gap and relationships Cliff has had in the past, you ignore people's comments and continue dating the chill Hollywood stuntman. Men like him are hard to find in the movie industry, and you wouldn't give up dating him because of other's opinions.

Walks with his beloved pitbull Brandy are fun as he recounts stories of his time in war and career as a stuntman. Cliff truly loves the two females he has in life right now.

You met Cliff when you starred in a movie with Rick Dalton. The two of you hit it off instantly. Even if he's not Rick's stuntman, Cliff remains humble and starts supporting your movie career. You don't see him as an assistant but an equal partner.

You try not to ask Cliff about his deceased wife as it might anger or trigger the tragic memory. When your friends press you about the issue, you have a heart-to-heart conversation with him, and Cliff tells you the truth but explains his side. You sympathize with your partner and promise not to bring the topic up again.

Overall, Cliff Booth may look like a stereotypical Hollywood stuntman and womanizer, but his hippie vibes and free spirit say otherwise.

eudaimaniacs - 2024

[gh0stsp1d3r]

yk, i was thinking about dating ladybug being tangerine and lemon's sister, both meet on the bullet train and ladybug thought the reader was too pretty and was very hesitant to try to fight her, and when he found out that she was the sister of the other twins he stayed 😦

oh god i have no creativity, i'm sorry for my english...

I LOVE TJIS IDEA.

The triplets

You sighed and rested your head on the back of the seat. Tangerine talked and bickered with lemon as you didn’t pay attention.

Tangerine snapped his fingers in your face.

“Hello? Earth to cherry?”

“Sorry, sorry.” You said, and regained your focus.

“Anyways, as I was saying, find the case and deal with whoever has it. Cherry, you’re coming with me, and lemons fine on his own.”

“Why do I always have to come with you?” You complained as you guys walked side by side.

“Because, you don’t pay attention, like at all.”

“Fair enough.”

🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞

Once you guys finally found black framed glasses, you realized that you had talked to him earlier, when you first got on the train.

Tangerine grabbed his shirt, and ladybug closed the door. Not much you could do about that. Ladybug tried to kick him, but he grabbed his legs and punched them repeatedly.

Ladybug tried to pin him to the wall, but you kicked him and shoved him off.

Ladybug looked at you for a moment, blinked, and then tangerine went back to punching him. They were in the kitchen now.

You just watched, as they punched each other, he seemed to be avoiding fighting you. Ladybug hit him with the cutting board and that’s when you stepped in.

You stopped when he held his hands out.

“Wait, wait, wait, I know who killed the kid.”

“I couldn’t give a rats ass. Where’s my fucking case?” Tangerine pushed the snack cart over to him, but he kicked tangerine instead, knocking him down.

As he was down, you just watched in amusement, before the door opened. You all acted like nothing was happening.

She came in and got some things, Ladybug stared at you, and tangerine stared st him, and then at you.

“What?” You asked.

“You could’ve helped me at least a little bit.” He said in sign language, so that hopefully the lady didn’t understand.

“Stop being such a fucking baby. You’re fine. Plus he said he know who killed the kid, maybe he can help, you’re always so quick to assume. Plus, he’s kinda cute.” You signed back.

“I hope you know I can sign too.” Ladybug signed and you grew embarrassed. He winked at you and you wanted to die in that moment.

Tangerine shook his head.

Then, he asked the lady for sparkling water.

“Bro, I just remembered I have all my money to that guy to wear my hat and glasses. Could you?”

“I don’t got any money.” He lied, and looked at you.

You sighed “Fucking liar.” You sent him a glance, And asked the lady how much, giving her it.

“A thousand yen, that’s ten quid for that bottle of water.” You sighed.

“Thank you.”

She left and he drunk the water.

“You sure you don’t wanna talk this out?”

“I will.” You said.

“Not, particularly no.” You and tangerine spoke at the same time.

You rolled your eyes at him. “This is why lemon is the better brother.”

“If you think the better brother is the one who speaks about kids shows, I feel bad for y-“ ladybug threw the bottle of water at his face while he spoke.

“Karma.” You shrugged, and tangerine got angry and threw him through the glass. The glass shattered and tangerine started to choke him. You Scrolled on your phone while waiting.

“I know who killed the kid.” He said, struggling.

“Yeah, where the fuck is he, then?”

“He’s on this train.”

“Well that narrows it down, then, don’t it?”

Ladybug pushed the red button you shook your head as they both fell out the train. You grabbed Ladybugs hand, helping him back up. Then you grabbed Tangerines.

They both attacked each other, and Tangerine threw him onto the ground. You handed tangerine chopsticks, and he tried to go for his eyes.

Suddenly, your phone rang. Tangerine looked at you, and you looked at him.

You answered it, and put it on speaker.

“The white death says to get off at next stop holding the briefcase or he will kill everyone on that train.” Tangerine immediately got off him, stumbling his way and making his way to you. Ladybug watched.

“Okay, me and tangerine can make it, but lemons, he’s a little tied up right now.”

“The three of you this time. With the case. Or everyone dies.” He hung up.

Tangerine sighed and sat down. You sat down next to him.

“Paranoid bitches.” You groaned.

“Don’t happen the case on ya by any chance?” Tangerine asked him.

“No”

“Yeah, don’t think we’d reach lemon in time anyways. You’d still got his phone. Do you have a gun on ya?”

He shook his head “Don’t like em’.”

“Me neither.” You shook your head and smiled.

He gave you a small smile back.

“Well, if you two are done smiling and pining over each other, I’m gonna go find Lemon.”

“Just curious.”

“Yeah?”

“Do they even know what lemon looks like?”

🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞

You laughed as you guys made your way back on the train.

“You’re stupid, it’s kinda cute.” You laughed breathlessly as he apologized and went on and on.

“Thank you, you’re not so bad yourself.” He said, and Tangerine was pissed off.

“Look, if you guys are gonna flirt, do it away from me.”

[fictionalmenxyn]

Mentions of blood, language and fighting (vague)

I am Tyler, Tyler is me…

--☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎--

That’s what most people say when they know who we are. Some people say that a woman and a man can’t be the same but different gender, they’re wrong.

Tyler and I knew each other since ten, how did we meet? He lived opposite me in the neighbourhood. I was learning how to ride my bmx bike I got for my tenth birthday. I was on my own out front teaching myself when a car sped past and scared me. I fell off my bike and went straight to the curb, hitting my knees to the concrete and my shin catching my chain of my bike, blood ran down my legs.

Tyler saw me from out his front window, he caught interest in me when he saw a girl on a bmx. Most girls our age at the time rode pretty pink bikes with baskets in the front to put their stuffed animal inside. Me? Nah, fuck that.

When Tyler saw me fell, he was on his feet pulling in his boots and runs out the front and over to me. “Hey you ok?!”

I look up, “yeah I’m good, just some stupid driver” I look down to my legs to see they’re pretty beaten up. Tyler holds out a water bottle “here, use this to wash the blood” I thanked him and did exactly what he suggested.

He took a seat next to me on the curb “hey, nice bike, saw you out my front window” he gestures to the house in front of us. I flash him a small smile “thanks, got it for my birthday” “Happy birthday… for whenever it was…” “it was two days ago..”

And that’s when we became friends…

Ever since we’ve pretty much been attached to the hip. We had many things in common. Music, movies, clothing, mischief, relabelling, the lot…

He’d protect me from guys, I’d protect him from girls (even though he didn’t exactly need it)…

As soon as we turned sixteen, he changed. Not in a bad way, but I guess that’s what happens when puberty hits boys. He become protective, he knew I could handle myself, of course. But didn’t mean he’d stop beating up any guy or age or older cause they were getting too close to his girl…

When we were old enough, we bought the house in paper street. We’d have parties and what not. Life was and is good.

I am him, he is me…

Then Jack came along, he’s a good guy. Made friends with him pretty quick after Tyler introduced him to me. Jack then moved in with us as he didn’t have a place to stay.

Jack thought we were dating at first, cause Tyler is a very physical love language typa guy. Always hugging, forehead kisses, cheek kisses… sometimes if he couldn’t sleep or Jack was too loud with Marla in the morning; he’s come to my room and sleep on my bed with me…

Tyler was an intimidating man that people knew not to mess with, but he had a soft spot for me. You can tell by the way he looks at me. Or by the fact that if a single guy gave a ‘suggestive’ glance, he’d knock them out.

For instance…

I was playing pool with Cody, one of our old high school friends that’s a regular at the Lou’s Tavern. Tyler knew Cody was a good guy, so he didn’t mind. But the guys in the other pool table says otherwise…

As I leant over the table to hit the white ball with my cue, a kinda scruffy looking guy eyed me up. Yeah u was wearing a skirt, but the guy leaned in the direction of where my ass was. I mean come on! That’s quite fucking obvious…

Anyways!

Tyler was seething, the finale straw was when the guy tried to walk past me and blatantly rubbed against me, he could’ve waited till I moved, but no. He didn’t.

Tyler was up in an instant, already got the guy by the collar and showing him what he didn’t wrong and calling him out on it. I intervened once Tyler had his go. Tyler instantly stopped, but did grab twenty bucks from the guys wallet as a ‘troubles’ fee.

I was always patching Tyler’s wounds, never lectured him, he knew what he was doing. And he had his reasons, to protect me. I couldn’t argue…

And after every fight he’d get into, we’d watch our favourite movies and cuddle. Not a relationship, but who gives a fuck who can and can’t cuddle with their friend??

Tyler is me, I am Tyler…

Marla would always question what Tyler and I were.

One morning, I was sat on the kitchen counter. Wearing one of his old band shirts from when he was seventeen, since it fitted me and didn’t fit his more toned and grown up physique. I was also wearing my sweatpants.

I as I at a piece of toast, Marla spoke “so what are you and Tyler?? Couple?? Friends?? Fuck buddies??”

I chuckle, I was about to speak when Tyler walk in “we’re soulmates that don’t include the act of sin”

I playfully roll my eyes Tyler, he says that like he hasn’t done that many time before (not with me)…

Tyler steals the piece of toast from my hand, which lead to a playful smack across the shoulder. He eats the toast as Marla asked “so your not a thing?”

I shake my head, “we’re just really close, call it platonic if you will…”

I am Tyler, Tyler is me…

We are platonic soulmates, so fuck off…

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[charlotte-wolfe]

Brad Pitt x Fem!Reader

Teacher!Brad!Pitt X Student!Fem!reader

Warnings : mention of cold / college / eye contact / use of y/n / mention of performing arts / rubbing pussy / skirts / swearing / whimpering / whispering / panting / moaning / teasing / waist holding / door creaking / v in p / smacking / shaking / screaming / squealing / aggressive sex /

The cold winter breeze drifted across your face as you walked to college. Your nose and cheeks were a rose pink. No matter how many layers you wore, you’d always be cold. Your legs and arms shook as your bottom lip quivered. Finally you open the door to college and the warm air conditioning hits you, making a sigh of relief leave you mouth. You walked to tutor and then sat down in your usual chair. The chair was cold making you shiver slightly. Whilst taking off your scarf the new tutor walked in and immediately made eye contact with you before looking away awkwardly. “Erm.. Good morning class. My name is Mr.Pitt. I will be your new tutor until you leave.” He glances at you and then coughs onto his hand. He wore these glasses that defined his eyes quite well. His shirt was neatly tucked and obviously had ironed it before coming in. “So why don’t you call introduce yourselves and say something about you?” He looks at you then points his pencil at you. He raised an eyebrow signalling if you want to start. You nod shyly and smack your lips together before speaking. “My name is Y/N and I like the performing arts.” He smiles at you and stares at you for an uncomfortable amount of time. He bites his lip then continues the tutoring without remembering to ask everyone else for their names. He was so lost in thought, he was imagining you. “So Y/N. Would you mind staying after tutor just for a minute to help me mark some papers? I’m sure you wouldn’t mind?” You nod and smile a little. Mr.Pitt chuckles and looks down at the ground suddenly he looks at the time and tells everyone to leave except you. He walks up to you when everyone has left. He elegantly squats in front of you seat. “So, I don’t actually need you to help mark any papers, sweetie.” He groans a little then bites his lip at you. You look at him shyly and Mr.Pitt whispers to you. “Why don’t you get in my car with me? We go to my place and hang out?” He gently strokes your thigh and tilts his head at you. “Okay… I’ll go with you.” He smiles widely at you and takes you outside. The cold air slams against your face and you both walk to his car. He opens the door for you then goes in his side. Just as he grabs the steering wheel he turns to you and softly speaks. “You can call me Brad.” You nod at him.

*TIMESKIP*

The doors creaks open as Brad pushes it. You walk in first and he shuts the door behind him. Brad walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. “Holy fuck. I need you. When I first saw you I thought, I need to fuck this girl. You’re so hot.” Brad gently lifts up your skirt behind you and rubs his index finger on your clothed pussy making you whimper. He groans in your ear satisfactorily. He slips your panties to the side and gently fingers your pussy. You moan and bend over slightly. He kisses the back of your neck softly and stops fingering you. Brad pulls it out and forcefully bends you over his sofa. He rips your panties open and immediately undoes his belt. “Oh fuck…” Brad lets his hard cock swing out and he immediately starts fucking you relentlessly. He smacks your ass angrily, moans escaped your mouth like gunshots. Brad goes even faster which makes you suddenly scream his name. “Oh fuck! Brad! Brad!” Your head was dug into one of his silk pillows. “I felt your pussy tighten. Are you close?” He leans in slightly as he fucks you harder. You literally couldn’t respond because you were so lost in the pleasure. “Are you gonna fucking answer me, slut?” He smacks your ass again making you squeal with your moans. Everything that escaped your mouth was muffled. His cock twitched inside of you and immediately you knew he was close too. He groaned into your eyes as he continued fucking you hard. Suddenly you scream aloud, your legs were shaking because you had just came and he was still going. Brad thrusts his hips one more time and he cums all over you pussy and inside. He pants and pulls out of you. “Your pussys so good.” You lift your head off the pillow and look at him. He sits you up and kisses you softly. “We should do this again tomorrow after college. Wear something sexy.” You smile at him and he drives you back to college. Suddenly you realise your panties are ripped but nobody’s going to really see except Brad so you ignored it. He dropped you off at college and the cold air immediately brushed against you, your spine sent chills down your body and you finally walked into college. After blowing a kiss to Brad you walked back to class and did the rest of the day.

[actually-mentally-ill]

“I can fix him!”

Him:

[americas1suiteheart]

hello! i hope youre okay!! because you've already done tan as a partner, i wondered if you've done ladybug x reader headcannons, if you have any?? we as a community are really lacking in ladybug rep.. </33

Alright alright alright, now. Just as I said before, ask and you shall receive. I hope you enjoy this because I watched the whole movie again to get a gist of his character and personality again.🤭 [sorry for not writing for so long btw, I'm really busy and am struggling to find time to write😭]

Dating Ladybug Would Include...

[Ladybug (Bullet Train) x GN! Reader]

[Notes; The reader is a bit more outgoing and such, I have no clue why I made them like that but🤷‍♂️]

[Warnings; Some mentions of blood is all

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I feel like he met you at a coffee shop, maybe even a library? Nothing insane or too crazy though.

He would definitely be a regular at a small coffee shop that you go to quite often, so running into eachother every once in a while there would be a given.

Now, I know I said coffee shop but he definitely isn't a caffeine person and doesn't like the taste of coffee. He probably gets jasmine tea or something of the sort and like a scone maybe.

He eventually goes up to you and makes some small talk after a while of shared glances and such.

I just feel like the first times recognising eachother would be catching glances at eachother and sending small waves or little smiles. (Seems cute I dunno).

When he first talks to you, he starts off really strong in terms of confidence, then proceeds to get more shy and awkward as the conversation goes on.

"Hey, I see you around here a lot. Would you mind if I sat with you?" A male voice says from beside you.

You look up to see the man with black framed glasses you see often right behind you.

"Oh, hello! Yeah you can go right on ahead," You say, motioning for him to take the seat right across you, putting your book down.

The man sits across from you and places his drink onto the table.

"What are you reading?"

"Oh, well.. Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen," You look down to your book, slightly embarrassed.

"Good book," He replies.

You awkwardly hum in acknowledgement, drumming your fingers on the table to the rhythm of a song stuck in your head.

"Frankie Valli?" The man says.

You look up and stop drumming your fingers, looking at him in confusion.

"Sorry, but it uh, it sounded like you were drumming the rhythm of Sherry by Frankie Valli,"

"Oh! Yes I was, sorry I was just confused, you like Frankie Valli?" You say, a little too excitedly.

"I do! My name's Ladybug by the way, its a bit weird I know but," The man introduces himself, trailing off slightly.

"I'm Y/n, its nice to officially meet you, Ladybug,"

Ladybug smiles.

After a couple of times seeing you there and interacting with you, he might ask you subtly of your single; of course checking for a wedding or engagement ring first.

He gives off awkwardly confident autistic vibes, I'm right and I know it.

"Hey, uh, I don't mean to sound weird or anything, but I was wondering if uh, maybe you we're single and if so would you be willing to, I dunno maybe have dinner with me sometime? And you totally don't have to if you don't want to if by chance you are single but uh, yeah.."

He's so cute.

He would take you to a nice little restaurant, and he waits for you at the door with a bouquet of flowers, (which we all know would be something like peonies,) he pushes your seat in for you, lets you order first and everything, he would be such a gentleman.

After the date before you get into your car and leave (Which he very nicely escorted you to,) he asks you very nicely if you would like to go on another with him sometime, to which you say yes to.

Say a couple dates later, you guys are now a thing.

When you go to his house he cooks for you.

This man would be such a good cook but it being Ladybug, he would definitely burn something on accident.

After a while of being together, he finally tells you about his job.

You love this man so much and he's so sweet that you find it impossible for him to be an assassin. But you try to be as accepting of it as you can be.

You're more worried than anything now, to be honest.

After the whole entire bullet train mission when he gets back with all these cuts and bruises, you patch him up and such, obviously upset he came back so hurt.

You were currently sitting on the couch of your apartment, reading a book.

You hadn't seen Ladybug in a while as he was on a mission in Japan. It was only supposed to be for a couple of days, but you were very worried being that it was so far away.

He would text you updates and such regularly, but for the past day you had gotten nothing from him which worried you even more.

Suddenly you hear a knock on your door. You get up from your spot and place your book on the coffee table, face down as to not loose your page.

You look through the peephole to see its a teenage boy in a Domino's uniform with a box of pizza.

You open the door, telling the boy to give you a second as you rush to the kitchen island and pull a 5 dollar bill out of your wallet, walking back and handing it to him, getting the box as well and closing the door.

You walk back to your spot, placing the box down and opening it, the savory smell filling the area.

You take a slice, and bring it to your face, taking a bite as the mix of the gooey cheese, tangy sauce, and crispy crust mix together perfectly on your taste buds.

Another knock on your door rudly interrupts your joy in eating, you walk back, not even bothering to check who it is.

You open the door to see a bruised and bloodied up Ladybug at your door sheepishly smiling, a tired look evident on his face.

"Oh my god, sweetheart are you okay? Come in here," You say, gently pushing Ladybug into your apartment, sitting him on the couch where you were.

"What happened? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, don't worry. Just a few cuts and bruises is all," Ladybug replies, a soft smile on his face as to reassure you he really is alright.

"Let me clean you up, stay right here." You go to your restroom and look under the sink for your first aid kit, taking a bottle of rubbing alcohol as well.

You go back to the living room and begin to clean up the cuts on his face.

Ladybug was looking at you lovingly as you did so.

"I love you," Ladybug blurts out.

You stop what you were doing and look at him, your face growing warmer by the second.

That was the first time either of you had said "I love you," so you were processing it still.

"Sorry, it just kinda slipped ou-" Ladybug turns his face away, a slight blush spreading across his face.

"I love you, too." You say, finally replying and giving him a kiss on his cheek.

He loves you to pieces, so he would never yell at you during arguments of any sort, but with his anger issues that he's been trying oh so hard to get controlled, he slips up sometimes.

Hes profusely apologising, after he realises the mistake he made.

This poor guy is just kicking himself for it.

You assure him that its quite alright and that you understand.

He still gets you something nice as an apology. Such as flowers, maybe even sweets.

Such a sweetheart.

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I didn't really know how to end this, and this took so long to finally put out, but it got done! I'm very happy with myself, sorry if its a little sloppy as well. I do hope you enjoyed it though.

[Tags to beloved Ladybug enjoyer followers🤭🤭] @horrormusicals @loosebonez

[mlmxreader]

Little Talks | Tyler Durden x m!reader

Anonymous asked: Hello I'm back, i absolutely love the previous Tyler Durden fics so I'm requesting some more <3

Could you write one whit the prompt "Woah, calm down, it's only me" whit the reader having Tyler over at his apartment for the first time after they hook up and going to get himself a glass of water in the middle of the night, getting startled by Tyler who followed him and almost knocking him out?

Thank you ':3

-🐊

summary: Tyler always gets what he wants, one way or another.

tws: swearing, choking, smoking

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It had been a long night, a really fucking long night, and although you would never say it was a bad night, the hours had still rendered you absolutely exhausted; you had finally decided to give Tyler a chance after he had nagged you into it, and you were far from regretting it. Finally hooking up with him for the first time was a goddamn blessing, if you were honest, even if you were certain that he would leave by the time that you had fallen asleep.

You were surprised though, as when you had woken up in the middle of the night, such an unholy hour that you couldn't shake the feeling that maybe something was wrong, he was still clinging onto you; one arm thrown across you, a leg between yours as he slept soundly. You resisted the urge to gently rake through his hair as you slowly and cautiously pulled yourself from his grasp.

Your mouth felt something awful, like your mouth was somehow too wet and too dry at the same time, so you decided that, while you were up, you would grab a drink and a quick smoke before you went back to sleep; you made sure that the kitchen speaker was playing ever so quietly when you turned it on, the sound of 'Ring of Fire' by Johnny Cash made you yearn to hum and sing along as you filled your glass.

Had you been alone, there was no doubt that you would have, but you supposed that Tyler wouldn't appreciate being woken up at such an hour, so you kept your mouth shut as you slowly knocked back the drink. You didn't want to fuck up, you knew that Tyler had more than a handful of admirers, you knew that he could easily move on to someone else if you displeased him; you didn't want to fuck up.

You knew there would be no sweet goodbye in the morning. You knew that the chance to sit alone and watch the sky would never happen. Things that any other guy would do with his boyfriend were never going to happen; Tyler wouldn't even call you his boyfriend, you were sure of that... but it was all too easy to fall for him. A slow and old country song started to play, and you couldn't resist swaying from side to side slightly as you finished your drink and left the glass in the sink, about to get yourself a cigarette when you felt a hand on your hip.

You whirled around, throwing a punch, but he caught your wrist before you could properly hit him, and a dark chuckle came from the back of his throat.

"Woah, calm down, it's only me, baby."

You huffed, wrenching your wrist from his grasp as you rubbed your eyes. "Tyler... fucking Hell, you nearly gave me a heart attack!"

"You're cute when you're startled," he teased, backing you up against the nearest counter, his hands bracing the marble as he left enough room for you to move yourself if you wanted to. "You left me cold."

You bit at the inside of your lip for a moment. "Sorry... I was thirsty."

Tyler looked you up and down, studying your features in the dark as a pleased and excited look came to his eyes; he didn't even have the decency to borrow your dressing gown, stood there in just his boxers as they hung slightly too low. Slowly, he brought his hand up, gently tracing your bottom lip as he nodded in approval.

"You gonna come back?"

"Yeah," you breathed out, transfixed by him. "Yeah, I'll, I'll be back once I've had something to smoke."

"Stay there," Tyler commanded, coaxing you up onto the counter and grinning to himself as he helped himself to two cigarettes. He lit them both and came to stand between your legs as he handed one to you.

Of course Tyler knew that he would always get his own way when it came to you, or any other guy for that matter; he was charming and handsome, pretty and cunning. He just had to press the right buttons, and when it came to you, he knew exactly which ones to slam his hand down on and when.

"I didn't expect you'd still be here."

He cocked a brow. "Really?"

"Yeah," you shrugged. "I know your reputation, Tyler. You... you leave people as soon as you're bored, and usually that happens in the middle of the night."

"Oh, baby," Tyler shook his head as he laughed. "Did you forget?"

"Forget what?"

He laid his hand on your throat, a puff of grey leaving his lips as he chuckled softly. "Whatever I want, I take it. That includes you."

"Tyler," you didn't want to admit you liked the way that his hand felt against your throat. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Why the fuck do you think I kept asking you to give me a chance?" He asked. "If I just wanted to break a bed, I'd have found someone else who would've said yes the second I asked. It's not just about that."

You scoffed. "Oh, really?"

He applied a little pressure to your throat, and you grinned at him. "Really. I want you, want you to be only mine."

Your breath hitched as you bit back a soft whimper, overwhelmed by him as always and needing to feel his lips on yours. But Tyler wouldn't give you what you wanted so easily, you knew that. "But we're not dating?"

"Oh, we are," he dropped his hand from your throat, placing it at the small of your back so that he could pull you in real close. "You're mine."

You shivered at the way he said it. "What about your friends? Y'know, the ones from... business dealings."

"They won't touch you," Tyler said lowly. "If they do, I'll make sure they never lay a hand on you again. Never so much as look at you."

"I want to be yours," you admitted. "But... I have a request."

"Say it."

"I want you to stay the night," you told him. "And come back this evening."

For a moment, he thought about it; he could easily still attend Fight Club, could easily still sort the pressing matter of Project Mayhem, and make it back in time for tea, too. He didn't see why not.

"Anything you want," Tyler shrugged. "It's yours."

"I just have to take it," you raised your brows. "Right?"

[pangborns]

THAT IS THE QUESTION…

louis de pointe du lac x fem!reader

in which louis’ new friend isn’t at all what he seems.

blood, death, vampire things. same level of maturity needed as the movie.

“Louis?” Your accented voice softly carried throughout the house. Yvette had let you in and quickly scurried off somewhere, leaving you to find your friend by yourself.

The sound of the piano playing put you at ease as you started to head toward the noise. You had not heard from him in what seemed like forever. Of course, he had just suffered a major loss, so this was expected. However, you could tell that something else was bothering him.

“Louis? It’s (Y/N), I brought you some things..” your wicker basket felt heavy in the crook of your elbow. It held multiple eggs and a loaf of bread, you had made a habit of delivering things to him and figured he needed this now more than ever.

Turning the corner, you entered the living room. Sitting at the piano was a man. You had never seen this man before now, his blond, wispy hair was tied back in a low ponytail. He was pale, his clothes suggested he came from wealth, and he didn’t seem too observant as you were still lingering in the doorway.

You gave him a minute to realize that you were there, but when he seemed to get more and more lost in the music, you finally decided to speak up: “excuse me, monsieur. Is Louis home?”

The man didn’t flinch, he continued to play the song until the final few notes. Only then did he look up at you. “Yes, I believe he’s around here somewhere.”

You nodded, swallowing as you made a move to head toward another room. “I’m Lestat,” the man jumped up from his spot on the bench, bowing.

“Oh!” You giggled a bit at the formality, “my name is (Y/N).” Copying his bow, he snickered. You held out your hand to him playfully and he gently placed a kiss atop your knuckles.

Lestat opened his mouth, preparing to speak, when he was cut off by a creak in the floorboard. Turning around, you saw Louis.

“Oh thank goodness!” You sighed dramatically, approaching the man and wrapping him in a big hug. He was stiff, eyes not leaving Lestat’s, even as you hugged him. His eyes flickered down to your pulse point just as you started to pull away. “I’ve been worried sick about you, are you feeling alright?” You put the back of your hand to his forehead, he was freezing to the touch. “You’re awfully pale.”

“Yes, I’m - I’m just fine.”

You excitedly pulled the basket down your arm, handing it to him, a smile never leaving your face. You looked up to meet his eyes, but could only see him staring over your shoulder blankly. The basket was swiftly placed onto a side table as Louis and Lestat seemed to exchange words through their eyes.

“If you’re busy now, I can always leave..?” You started, suddenly feeling self conscious.

“Nonsense!” Lestat smiled as you turned toward him. “Stay for dinner.” His eyes turned a bit darker at the statement.

“No, that’s okay. I’m sure she has to be getting home now.” Louis stated firmly, placing a hand on her shoulder. The grip was tight, as if he was trying to prove a point. You craned your neck to look up at him. You caught a glance at his stern expression which immediately softened when he realized you were looking.

Lestat started stalking toward the two of you, Louis’ grip tightened. “She’ll stay.” Was all he muttered as he stopped right in front of you. He took the back of his hand and stroked your cheek, moving hair out of the way.

You immediately flushed at the sudden contact, nervously turning to look at Louis. Lestat took your chin in his hold and gently turned your head back to face him. Louis’ other hand grabbed yours, soothingly running his thumb overtop of it.

Lestat held eye contact as he started to dip his head. He kissed you. You could feel yourself melt into him. But you didn’t know this man, you only knew Louis. So, you squeezed his hand even harder.

You became a bit dizzy, light headed as he continued to kiss you. “Lestat, no! Not her.” Louis scolded sternly. You could feel him retreat from your lips, seemingly done with whatever it was he was doing.

His eyes moved from your swollen lips, up to your eyes. He smirked, giving a strange chuckle. Lestat looked over your shoulder at his friend, sending him a wink before diving into your neck.

You could faintly hear Louis begging his friend not to do whatever it was he was planning to do. Your friend grabbed your waist, trying to pull you out of the vampire’s grip, but it was useless. Lestat’s sharp nails punctured the skin on your hips, causing you to gasp in discomfort. The kisses to your pulse point turned rough, he opened his mouth, making eye contact with Louis once again, before his fangs grew and he sunk them into your neck.

“Stop! Please, Lestat!” Louis begged as he only watched. He kicked himself for not doing more before it had escalated to this level.

Your lips parted into a silent scream, eyebrows furrowing. Your mouth quickly grew dry as the man gulped down your blood. You lost all strength in your knees, they buckled, however, Lestat’s hold on you kept you upright.

Louis pushed Lestat off of you, watching as he stumbled a few steps back, wiping your blood off of his chin. Without his hold, you started to fall. Louis caught you, kneeling down to gently lay you across his lap. Lestat smiled.

Newfound tears made themselves known in Louis’ eyes. “Why did you do that?” He cried out, not taking his eyes off of you.

Lestat shrugged, “I was hungry,” he spoke nonchalantly.

Your lungs felt as if they were punctured balloons flying around inside of your rib cage. You couldn’t catch your breath, and whatever you did manage to catch for oxygen, quickly escaped you in the panic.

Your half-lidded eyes swept down over your body, taking in the now bloodied dress. At the sight, your breathing picked up, eyes watering.

“L-Louis..?” You squeaked, eyes becoming heavier and heavier. The blood continued to drop from the two puncture marks in your neck. The sight caught Louis off guard, it was mesmerizing. His breathing evened out and his jaw went slack. “Louis.” You started to cry now.

“That’s right, Louis. Finish her off.” Lestat smiled from his new seat in the arm chair. The two of you had his full attention.

Lestat knew, he knew if they were to leave you like this, you wouldn’t die. He hadn’t drinken enough before Louis pushed him. So, as you teetered between life and death, Louis had made his decision.

“If you let her leave now, she’ll survive. She’ll tell everyone about us, we’ll have nothing.” Lestat spoke softly.

You quickly shook your head, “No, -“

“Shhh,” Lestat smiled, standing up to his full height.

As your line of sight settled on the blonde monster, Louis couldn’t resist the temptation. He leaned in, and gently started drinking from the previous wound.

Your mouth dropped open again, watching how Lestat didn’t break eye contact with you. You didn’t understand why this was happening, why you? Why Louis? As he continued to gulp down your blood, your grasp on the world started to get hazy. “Louis,” you gurgled, placing your hands on his chest.

Your friend quickly ripped himself away from you, as if he realized what he was doing. “(Y/N), I’m so sorry, mon chérie.” You coughed and spluttered, choking on the lack of air. Two lines of your blood dripped from either side of his mouth.

Lestat started slow clapping from his spot a few feet away, though the sound was distorted to your ears. “Now, ooh, now she’s dying, Louis.”

Realization hit the man as he looked back down at you. You were shaking, the alloted energy you had would’ve been used to turn over onto your stomach and start crawling away from the two monsters, but you were petrified. Sobs dripped out of your mouth. The muscles in your body continued to shake, as if they were trying to lull you into a deep sleep. Oh how you craved that sleep at this moment. Louis often talked with you about the subject of death. It used to make you uncomfortable, the way he spoke so nonchalantly about it, but all you could wish for in this moment is the sweet release it has to offer.

Lestat clicked his tongue at the sight, “Louis, the choice is yours.” Your breathing was turning shallow, your skin growing pale.

He snapped out of his blank state of mind, tearing his eyes away from your dying body, and facing Lestat, “what have you done?”

Lestat chuckled, not believing what he was hearing. “What have I done? Louis, I simply had a taste. You delivered her to death’s door.”

A tear slipped down Louis’ face as he closed his eyes and held you close. Silent sobs were racking his body, Lestat was right. He didn’t lure you in here, you were here for him. When he drank from you, you still had enough life in you to push on. Louis took that away.

Your limbs grew heavy as you laid there on your friend’s lap. Your head lolled back, dropping off the side of his thigh and hanging between him and the hard wood. Your frantic eye movement seemed to still, it was almost your time.

“In just a few seconds, Louis, will you lose your choice.” Lestat commented softly from across the room. Your arm that was oh so numb, was able to move just an inch further. You reached out toward Lestat’s shoe, looking toward him weakly. “Aw,” he cooed, “what is it, my dear? Are you frightened?”

Hesitantly, you nodded your head as best you could. “What are you afraid of? Louis?” Your eyebrows drew in as you were able to frantically nod your head.

Lestat openly laughed, watching Louis out of the corner of his eye. It was like a punch to the gut to the man who only wanted to save you. But he couldn’t blame you for fearing what was meant to be feared. Lestat laughed again at the sight of you, your shaking subsided, your body looked heavy, and your eyes were only open a sliver.

Louis didn’t know where to place his bloodied hands as he watched the interaction. He looked to Lestat, who only encouraged him to do it. Your eyes closed completely now.

Louis hesitantly bit into his wrist, watching as your strength continued to leave you with each passing moment. Blood started to drip it’s way down his forearm. Louis wished to stop, he didn’t want to damn you to a life like this, but he couldn’t live with himself if you died here tonight. He lowered his bleeding wrist just above your mouth, watching as the droplets of blood landed on your tongue.

You didn’t seem to have any reaction to the blood, your eyes stayed shut, your body remained motionless. “No, no!” Louis cried out, pushing his wrist against your lips now.

After a few seconds of nothing, your eyes shot open, your hands digging into his arm as you pulled his wrist against you harshly. You drank the vital fluid, relishing it as your body seemed to come back to life.

Louis looked down at you, opening his mouth in a silent pain as you drank from him. His tears didn’t dry.

Lestat chuckled at the interaction, “How cute.” Louis looked at his vampire companion, face settling into a glare.

“I hate you,” was all Louis spoke as he removed his wrist from your mouth. He looked down at you once again, a look of love, he would protect you. Lestat was not getting anywhere near you.

The smile dropped from Lestat’s face, jealously slowly crept into his gut. Perhaps he should’ve left you to die.

[streets-in-paradise]

Matured Desire - Achilles x (Fem) Reader

Troy (2004) Oneshot

Requested by Anon

" hiya! I have an Achilles request, what if they’ve both been sort of enemies for the longest time ever since they were kids, and at one point he gets fed up, and kisses her roughly ending up in the roughest kinkiest sex people could think of (tying up, choking, spanking, dirty talk, dom x sub, sort of a hate fuck.) please! "

Hi! I'm a bit nervous because this is my first time writing a full piece of smut, but I did my best and i hope you will enjoy it. The plot for the childhood rivalry is inspired in greek mythology, but adapted to how the story of the film plays out regarding characterzations.

Warnings: Rough hate fuck against a wall - hair pulling -chocking - spanking - lots of dirty talk.

Summary: Your eternal rivalry with Achilles gets you the attention of the mycenaean king In the context of his country wide search for a queen. Bringing up your troubled past together, the myrmidon believes you are seeking an union with Agamemnon to get the power to destroy his life.

As he confronts you about it, your tensions get to a critical point when the warrior concludes he will have to do something out of it. Your hatred remains too close to passion and he can only ruin you for any other man before you could ruin his lifetime's ambitions.

Tags: @thorsslxve

There was nothing Achilles despised more than the cheerfullness of Agamemnon. Not only because it usually meant bad news, but also due to how insufferable he tended to become on a good mood. His arrogance was high up to the sky contesting with his. Since the king felt in constant need to compete with his best warrior, it was important for him to brag on his every achievement.

On that particular moment, it was about the bride he would get for himself. After his brother married the most beautifull woman in the world he started to reconsider the lack of a queen in his palace and commanded every king of Greece to pick one of their unwed daughters so he could pick a wife among the princesses of the region. All the generals of his army were invited to witness the contest, and a handfull of kings he considered friends were there as well.

It was a power display to cause envy. A parade of the most ravishing girls of Greece after Helen circling the King in some sort of reverse parody of what happened when the spartan queen was still a maiden wanted by a multitude of suitors. The myrmidon found it hilarious, but that entertainment came with the price of standing the triumphal bliss of his rival.

In order to avoid an early scandall making fun of him, Achilles tried to distract himself watching the girls. They were all veiled for the future groom, only showing their faces when he commanded each one to introduce themselves. Beauty from all over the country was gathered there and while their faces remained covered he could still have a fun cassually checking their bodies.

He found a personal favorite quite soon. The light clothes of her fancy purple dress allowed him to perfectly picture her shape underneath, occupying his imagination in more pleasant thoughts. One by one her contestants did their thing, but he followed her with expectancy for the big reveal.

All traces of amusement abandoned the warrior's face when he recognized you. From all his many daughters, King Lycomedes had to pick you in representation of Scyros. It was unfortunately true for him that you had become a very desirable woman, so the choice was understandable, but you were one his enemies of longest date. Since he was a kid hidding in your father's court, and when you were teenagers you almost got him kicked out of there.

Everytime you crossed ways, disaster happened.

It was an unspoken theory, but he believed it all started because you were jealous of your sister. She was his first crush, and you told your father about it after you discovered them making out. Lycomedes would have kicked him out if Odysseus wouldn't have discovered his disguise in the first place, but your hatred didn't end with that.

Only a heartbroken girl would react so viscerally, the hate you hoarded for years didn't make sense otherwise. He believed you still despised him because you couldn't have him and once that childhood crush matured into desire things could only escalate. You would never forgive him for being your first love, but the passion of your hate showed your flame never got extinguished.

As soon as circunstancies allowed it, you were mesmerizing the mycenaean king with your disdain for his soldier.

" Achilles! Long time no seen. " You saluted him, with poisonous cordiality. " How are things going in your kingdom of savages? Well, only if that can be called a kingdom. Nowadays it's a military reserve of Mycenae you don't even rule as king. "

The myrmidon was visibly calm, calculating his strike before delivering it.

" How is Deidamia? I remember her with such strong affection."

" She is married. " You responded, with false propriety. " Happyly married, thanks to our protectiveness of her keeping scum away."

The wedding of his teenage crush didn't bother him at all, but he still manage to utilize it against you.

" I always knew she was going to make it before you. Look now where you ended: pleasing an old man that could be your father. "

You showed a tranquilzing smile to the king, mere witness of your altercate that was untill then very amused.

" Don't worry, your majesty. Achilles tends to act like this arround me because my presence reminds him of details that ruin the appeal of his legend. He wants no one to remember he spent his younger years hidding in my palace dressing on girl's clothes so your emisaries wouldn't find him. Have you seen the baby face of his little cousin? He has the same girly features he used to have back then."

Agamemnon was in awe with the slander. Even if it was just for that, you were becoming a strong favorite.

" Well, my dear. I hope you have some good stories for me. "

" She is the only person in the country who is more obsessed with me than you. " Achilles recalled, determined to ruin your plans. " She went as far as turning her father against me saying i was going to sleep with her sister. "

The way in which he twisted the facts to make it sound like a conspiracy against him got out the worst of you.

" I was the onlyone seeing past your charm, and time proved I was ríght now that we all know of your amatory adventures. " You fiercely defended yourself. " You were a reckless boy that had just discovered the thing hanging between his legs and was eager to try it on the first foolish girl available. Deidamia was too naive, but I knew better. By warning my father I protected her and saved our royal house from the shame of being stucked with a fatherless mess like the one you were when we received you. "

It crossed límits, but he wasn't afraid of returning the hatefull gesture.

" I think your boyfriend deserves to know where all that hate for me comes from before taking his choice. " He teased you ríght away. " You are my Phaedra … "

He had just compared you to the most sexually frustrated queen in greek history, whose vengefull spite was rooted on being ignored by the object of her desires.

" You insolent BASTARD!!! " You called him out before you could loose your temper and try to smack him. " Better start praying I won't be crowned queen. "

The warning left a bad taste in his mouth that was stronger than the altercate. Imagining you as Agamemnon's bride was a nightmare on itself because of the implications of a teaming up against him, but there was more that he couldn't simply admit.

He hated you, but couldn't stand the thought of seeing you with him. He still attempted to understand why you were so Interested on giving yourself to that pig of a king. Could your thirst for vengeance have gone that far? Where you capable of tolerating Agamemnon as your husband just so you could get some control over him? It was most likely that you had no idea of where you were stepping in, since your island once sheltered him safely because they didn't have much contact with the mycenaeans.

Figuring out what you were all about was his most inmediate need but, for that, he needed to talk to you in private. All day he awaited untill the oportunity to get lost with you presented itself during a lousy banquet. Following you closely as you intended to leave, he catched you off guard in a hallway.

" You knew this was coming, now follow me. "

Your playfull smirk spoke for you before you did.

" What If I don't? "

He grabbed you harshly, keeping your wrist still.

" We will do it the hard way. "

There was no choice, so you let him guide you through the foreign palace searching for the nearest room he could lock you in. Achilles secured the door behind him, knowing from then you were going to be completely alone.

" After comparing me to the thirsty wife of Theseus, you drag me away like this? " You mocked him ríght away. " Have you no shame? "

The tension was escalating slowly, but consistently.

" I have no time for your games, so you better tell me what I want to know. "

You chuckled lightly, enjoying yourself in this curiosity.

" Go ahead, i'm feeling generous. "

He groaned out of angered frustration, clearly fed up with you already.

" What do you want from Agamemnon? Do you expect me to believe you really are excited to the chance of being his wife? "

You response was calm and you were aware that would provoke him.

" He is the wealthiest, most powerfull man in Greece, and he hates you … Two qualities I find irresistible. "

He pushed you against a wall, barely able to control his rage to continue the interrogation.

" Do you think i'm a fool? You can't possibly wish for anything but the power to destroy me through that marriage. "

His strong hand grabbed your neck and squeezed, cutting off your air with ease. Achilles wanted to force a truth out of you, but couldn't help noticing you were peraphs too on board with that before releasing you so you could speak.

" I want an empty palace where i can sit on a throne. " You began to explain once you catched your breath. " While he will be away with you doing his wars, i can do what I want here. "

It wasn't enough for him.

" … And when he will want to touch you? Are you going to spread your legs for him like a good little wife ? "

His hand was once more arround your neck, quietly threatening with more choking depending of your answer.

" Are you trying to scare me? That's not going to work with me. " You mischievously warned him. " I'll do what it takes, my duty of queen. Agamemnon can have me, I will even fake my moans if i have to just to keep him satisfied. I'm fine with that, he has to get something out of the deal. I will take care of his throne and meet his sexual needs "

The answer awakened something primal on him.

" Not if I ruin you first … "

Sick of pretending to ignore the frustrating tension, he pulled you in for a rough kiss and you responded taking one of your hands to the back of his neck to pull his hair.

There was no way out for you from then.

Achilles ripped off the safety pins of your dress so it would fall on the floor. Once you were naked against him he began to tease you again.

" Look at how easily I destroyed your pride … Yet you dare to deny you are a needy whore. "

You didn't stay behind, iniciating another passionately hatefull kiss while your hands worked in undressing him. The godly shaped hero allowed you to roam his perfectly sculped body and you sank your nails in his hips before replying.

" You are only good at killing or fucking and you loathe me enough for either, so unless you want to spear me … "

The recklessness was paid at high cost when he turned you over so you will be facing the wall, head posicioned firmly to the side.

" I'm going to make you feel as if I was killing you. " He whispered against your ear in a husky tone. " But first, you will learn to respect me. "

You flinched with anticipation, incapable of predicting what he would do. Then, his hand started following the trace of your back all the way down and stopped in the curve of your ass.

A soft squeeze was followed by a hard spank that sounded as strongly as it felt. It send a wave of confusing, pain-stained pleasure all the way to your core, but you tried to keep still. He persisted, untill it became so intense that your knees were failing and you were about to cry.

" Who are you going to spread your legs for now? " He asked in a mock. " Are you going to be my obedient little whore? "

You lost the few shame you had left with one more slap on the mistreated surface of your asscheck.

" YES, YES! " You practically cried out. " I'll be, … I'll be your whore. I want it so badly, please! "

Achilles released a dark chuckle.

" Let's see how bad you really want it. "

He had barely reached the surface of your soaked cunt with his fingertips and you were already buckling your hips in desperation to find friction.

" Dripping wet, you nasty whore. " He commented and removed the hand to watch you fall apart. " Stop whimpering, i'm not going to keep touching you. Caresses are not what you deserve."

Suddenly, you felt the tip of his hard cock teasing your folds. Arrousal had reduced you to a pathetic mess and he got to hear you sobbing from that contact.

" No mercy, I will be rammering you. " He warned you. " … and you are going to take it. "

With that, he pushed himself inside you. Absolutely careless for your needed time adjusting to his size, he began his mercieless thrusting using you for his pleasure. The animalistic grunts he was making and the exquisite painfull pleasure of being fucked like that were soon going to become to much for you.

Achilles had completed his vengeance to control you before you could control him: you were ruined for any other man.

[queenoftheworldisdead]

Off Schedule

Chapter 8

Note: knocking the rust of my writing. send me a note if something is weird. i dont bite

Summary: Your boss is going through a divorce, but it seems you are the last to know. Emotions flare between you, your boss and his business partner. What will you do?

Warning: 18 + only, slow burn, fluff, balance of power dynamic

Brad Pitt x Reader, Keanu Reeves x Reader

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

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Jen looked gorgeous. Her baby bump fully present almost stealing the show while the happy couple took their vows.

Despite the joyous atmosphere you sat uncomfortably in the wedding venue, but hopefully hid it well. It was hard to forget consequences of your action, especially when facing the ex-wife, surrounded by her loves. You felt like an interloper, you shouldn’t be here. You were more surprised you hadn’t burst into flames in the pew.

Brad wasn’t here thank god. You hadn’t seen him since that night and thanks to your hiatus from work you wouldn’t be forced to.

“You may now kiss the bride,” the officiant announced proudly as the attendees erupted in cheers and applause. You joined in the pageantry as guilt continued to eat-away at you. Only a few more hours of this before you were free to go home a wallow in the shame of your mistakes.

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The short walk to the reception was magical. Behind the venue guests were led down a dirt path. White flower pillars wrapped in fairy lights highlighted the trail leading to a white massive outdoor tent.

The strong scent of flowers wafted out from the opening of the tent. The inside was just a gorgeous as the outside. Flowers draped the ceiling and walls while large center pieces overflowed with blush grapes and pale flowers.

The room boomed with music while the liquor flowed freely. You would be abstaining too scared to make another drunken mistake.

There were too many tables, finding your seat was becoming a challenge. The place cards written in golden calligraphy were beautiful, but hard to read off the stark white background. You squinted, leaning toward each card trying to make out the characters.

“Do you need any help?”

You felt the gentle touch on your shoulder before his soft words hit your ears. Keanu hid his chuckle from the sight of your startled face.

“Oh hi… I didn’t know you were coming. I didn’t see you during the ceremony.”

“I just got back, I tried getting a hold of you, but never got an answer.” He explained.

You frowned in confusion. You hadn’t had any messages from him. Your phone was working you were sure. Sarah and Zoe both had texted you just yesterday.

“Something must be wrong with my phone… I never-,“ You tried to explain as you dug out your phone and quickly scan through your messages. Nothing.

Not even older messages from him. Weird.

He stands beside you watching over your shoulder as you tried to figure this out. You search his name in your contacts and its there, but when you click on it your stunned to find out that he is blocked.

“I don’t know how this happened. I swear I didn’t.” You plead your innocence with wide eyes. The way he looked at you somehow you knew he believed you to your relief.

“No worries these phones are always doing something crazy, it might have to do with a software update.” He suggested. That had to be the case. You’d seen notifications to update before, but always ignored them so that might be why.

“Weird. Of all people. I would’ve preferred if it blocked my mom instead.” You joked.

“That’s a relief I thought you might be avoiding me.”

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Keanu led and you followed as he helped you find your seat. He was the only face you recognized and you hoped that his placement was close to your own.

“I think this is us.” He proclaimed picking up two placards holding them side by side. You could kiss Jen for this.

“So how are things at the office?” You enquired as he pulled out your seat.

“It’s been busy, but your absence has been felt. Do you miss it?”

“I'm actually thinking about quitting.” You confessed sheepishly.

“Really?" Surprise and confusion riddled his face. You felt bad, but it was a thought that had been plaguing you for a while. Things at Terrilum were overly messy and you weren’t sure how much worse it was going to get. You needed peace and stability and you were sure you wouldn’t find it there.

“Yeah I’ve just been there for so long and I think its time.” You squirmed a little in your seat. You avoided his looks of concern and focused on the happy people dancing on the dance floor. Your mood was coming down just thinking the of bizarre soap opera you found yourself in and you wished desperately to escape that.

“Well I’m sorry to see you go. If you need a reference I would be happy to help.” Keanu offered. He still looked a bit disappointed, but he wasn’t going to press it seemed. You were thankful for that.

“Thanks, I’ll most definitely take you up on that.”

“Um-mm well while I have you here..” Keanu started but hesitated. You felt the familiar bundle of nerves tightening you belly as you wait in anticipation.

“I hope you don’t mind, but since you were unable to read my messages before, I was wondering if I could ask you in person again.”

“Ask me what?” You asked on the edge of your seat.

“If you wouldn’t mind... I'd like to take you on a date? A real one this time.”

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You blinked dumbly at him. For how long you weren’t sure. The question had caught you off guard.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable…Umm I’m sorry I just thought.” He hurried to apologize, but you were quick to stop him.

“Wait! Wait!” You blurted out excitedly, holding your hands up haltingly. “Sorry,” you began lowering your hands and your voice in an attempt to sound more demur. “I’m mean I would love to.”

“That’s a relief.” He said with a grin, clearly entertained by your theatrics. “I’m ashamed to admit I’ve had a bit of a crush on you for a while, but never really had the courage to speak up.”

“Really?”

The news was unbelievable. It felt like you were in a dream that you didn’t want to wake up from.

The joy was short lived though. Your smile faded slowly when you spot a dark cloud in the horizon. The sight of him melts away the new found happiness and slamed you back down to the cold reality.

Brad. You thought he wasn’t coming. You hadn’t seen him during the ceremony either. Keanu followed your line of sight to find his friend and business partner.

Brad hadn’t spotted you both yet, that was good at least. Too busy congratulating the happy couple. Keanu waved over his buddy to your horror. An overwhelming urge to escape on coming doom enveloped your body. You needed to get out of here and fast.

“Um. Sorry… I just realized it’s getting late.” You lied, fumbling through your bag blindly, desperate to find your phone. You needed to order a hire car and get out of here.

“They haven’t cut the cake yet. Stay for a bit and I’ll take you home.” Keanu offered as he turned his attention back to you. Warmth bloomed on your exposed leg when he touched you there. His touch was comforting and you wanted to soak in it.

He was sweet, but you couldn’t take the chance of facing them both.

You smiled tightly disguising your discomfort the best you can. By the look on his face you could tell he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

You sneak a glance in Brad’s direction. He seemed to be getting closer. Damn it. You felt trapped and needed to escape.

“Um ok you’re right, but um I’m gonna go to the ladies I’ll be right back.” You lied pointing a thumb in the direction of your escape. He didn’t get up when you shot to your feet. Keanu just nodded in understanding and you’re grateful when he wouldn't follow suit.

You didn’t look back. There were no bathrooms in the direction you were headed, only catering. The only restrooms were back at the main venue, and to go there you would have to pass by you know who.

Clumsily you slip through the catering door. The faint scent of cigarette smoke caught your nose and you followed it. If they are smoking then there is a back door somewhere.

The staff looked at you confused, but say nothing. Ignoring the stares you ordered the fastest option for hire car despite the price.

Damn it. The next ride was twenty minutes away.

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