#but if anyone wants a proper gif SET of this scene. hit me up

[goldenpinof]

okay, thank you

[phoenixtakaramono]

Butchlander for C, R, W :3

(This Ask is regarding this.) ( ˘ ³˘)♥

C = Cum (where does your muse prefer to cum/have someone cum)

Both men like to creampie their partners. It’s canon. For Butcher, in S4, as well as revealing that Butcher had cheated on Becca years ago with a waitress, Joe Kessler asks him where his “soft spot for supes” started: “Was it when you shot your load and creampied Maeve?” As much as I despise cheater!Butcher now being canon, at the very least since this has now been written into the show, this better not be a throwaway line; I’d like to think the writers are setting up foreshadowing for a S5 payoff, especially with the Butcher/Maeve scene that Kripke asserted was included for a reason. In the comics, Maeve had a secret child with The Legend which resulted in Blarney Cøck and in the comics “Ryan” had been a baby Butcher stomped to death. I smell a potential comic reference setup, especially with evil Butcher era in S5. I HC, with Butcher at least, he would be a little more careful (if he’s not pissed drunk) and wear a condom. Or if he’s in a risky mood, he’ll pull out to stroke himself to release—before pushing his dick back in.

For Homelander, I presume since he’d always thought his seed wouldn’t take, he operated under the belief he’d been shooting blanks all this time. Which equates to, he doesn’t need protection. Most impotent men would feel insecure about their masculinity so, likewise, with Homelander, he’s likely brainwashed himself into thinking: well, it’s probably a good thing he cannot get ordinary mudpeople pregnant; he’s genetically perfect; he’s a god. His seed is too powerful for ordinary unworthy mudpeople. If anyone’s going to be carrying his child, it’d be with someone like Maeve (if only she’d get pregnant). But, irony of all ironies, he got Becca pregnant. This man does not use protection. He sticks it in and will finish inside you whether you want it or not.

You cannot teach an old dog new tricks. So if John the Homelander and William J. Butcher were to hookup or get into a relationship, their breeding kink fundamentally wouldn’t change. Billy, just to be an ornery bastard, would probably be the one in the relationship to at least ask if Homelander had been tested for STIs because he does not want to catch anything from this, which high-key offends Homelander and would earn a reactionary splutter along the lines of: “I’m a fucking god, William; I do not need to be t-tested; how dare you lump me in with other pathetic mortals? I’m clean. My blood’s probably purer than the rest of you.” (You cannot tell me, with the show’s bigotry connotations, that he wouldn’t say something like this.)

So, we’ve established both men cum inside. Billy Butcher would 100% cum inside Homelander. Sometimes, when the whim hits, he’d pull out early before ørgasm and stroke himself until he cums over the blond cunt’s gaping arsehole or over the curve of his back. Or, if Billy’s feeling a particular mood, he grunts for Homelander to turn over and to open his mouth for him so he can finish himself off, shooting all over Homelander’s face and his waiting tongue; or after releasing, he orders Homelander to get on his knees and clean his prick off (cards his fingers into his gelled blond hair, messing it up further, and breathlessly calls him a “good boy” whilst Homelander, still in his subspace, dreamily laps up any salty precum and sucks him off). Homelander’s usually prim and proper in their day-to-day so it satisfies something in Butcher seeing his load(s) drip out of him. I wager it’s a huge power-trip and turn-on for Billy, seeing the most powerful man in the world hungry for his cock. In Billy’s head, he’s doing the world a favor—preventing this monster from reproducing and creating more Homelander mini-me’s.

Both high-key and lowkey, I HC that Homelander likes the physical intimacy of feeling Billy pulsate and nut inside him. There’s just something primal about doing it raw—and being “bred” by his former archenemy. With Homelander being a vainglorious narcissist, there’s likely also the instinctual smugness and psychological reassurance of knowing that his bussy game’s so good, it’s made William J. Butcher—the man who notoriously hates him—cum inside. There’s also the feeling of ownership—of being “branded by,” possessed and “loved” so intensely by someone. He’s so desperate for intimacy, for that genuine human connection with someone, he’d find it very ironic but poetically fitting that he’s found it in the arms of the enemy.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

I say it depends on various factors: what the risk entails, the appropriateness of the situation, their circumstances, the timing, the venue, and their mood, but yes they’re usually game to experiment and take risks. Both of them are impulsive, self-destructive maelstroms. Whether it’s stealing a moment for a quickie whilst Homelander’s on patrol or the both of them knowing they are seconds away from being caught with Billy’s crew just outside the doors, when you put these two men together, it often escalates to impromptu bad decisions made in the heat of the moment. They are each other’s worst enabler.

I’d like to think it’s also a big turn-on for the both of them. When one of them is particularly resistant for whatever reason, the other party taunts and eggs them on, and then it becomes a competition where the other party cannot resist the want to rub their win in the other’s face. Sure it might be inappropriate to do the horizontal mambo on The Seven conference table during office hours think of all the trouble they’d get into with HR if found out, but have you considered that William/Homelander called him a chicken? Their pride’s on the line here. Their ego, their masculinity, is at stake. If they do not prove the other person wrong, that person will have ammunition for the rest of their lives.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

The costume and cape stay on during sex, same with the boots and/or socks. Homelander’s costume is a symbol, and it gets Billy fueled with ire hatefucking him with his pants shoved down. It’s like this meme:

…except Billy probably shoves those “tactical trousers” and uncomfortable synthetic vinyl-looking eagle-mesh pants down Homelander’s arse and just penetrates him raw Homelander’s lucky that Billy is considerate enough that he won’t go in dry (plus, he’d chafe); at least he’d spit down there if there’s no “nice, big family-sized bottle of top shelf lube” readily available for either of them to use. The pants could easily be torn away by either him or Homelander, although it’s funnier to think of Billy being the one doing it because you get Homelander throwing a hissy fit being all like:

Homelander: Really? This is my one suit, you heathen. You couldn’t have been more delicate with it?

Billy: *smirks* Nah.

For Homelander, the suit serves as a defense mechanism. It’s his armor; it’s his shield. Like everyone else, he has his body image insecurities (like irl models/ celebrities, I presume he has to give some consideration to his caloric intake, his weight, any sign of weight gain, or aging, etc). Removing his costume and exposing his body to his partner takes a lot of trust and emotional vulnerability. Plus, there’s usually no time to strip all the way down. It’s usually a wild and rough tussle between them.

I will have to say, if Billy manages to get Homelander bare and exposed, he’s usually a lot gentler than normal. Because he’s not fucking Homelander; he’s making love to John. It’s a subtle but important distinction.

[thebunnednun]

Buggy the Clown x Fem!Reader Enchanted meeting (Part 1)

Authors Note:

Hello everyone!! This is my first time writing so please tell me what you think! I'm sure we've all seen the live-action one-piece. And I've taken a strong liking to a certain clown. Please enjoy as I spin this tale. There's a good deal of flirting, banter, and much more. Definitely going to be a slow-burn fic. If anyone is a little out of character I do apologize. Btw, this is not set in a specific arc but the straw hat crew is included as follows: #MonekeyD.LUffy #RoronaZoro #Nami #Usopp #Sanji #TonyTonyChopper #NicoRobin #Brook #Sanji

Anyway, on with the show!!~

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Context:

"FUCK!"

Screams and cursing erupted everywhere. As far as safety was concerned, there was none. Who knew that going into the forbidden tundra of ice and snow for ice cream would be such a bad idea?

It didn't matter now anyway. The wind whipped at your cheeks as a pair of familiar gummy arms stretched around the crew. There was no ability to see five feet in front of you. After much pushing and shoving the steering wheel was turned and the Thousand Sunny began to fight back.

Finally, with mercy, the storm had to spit you and your crewmates out. Where? No clue. None. The feeling of sand and splintered wood accompanied you all before the darkness followed.

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"Y/n?!" a voice called out. Opening your eyes hurts like hell. The sun was too bright. And the sand was too cold. Wait... sand?!

Rolling over onto your back the sun's sharp rays began to bore their way into you. Suddenly, a fluff clown covers you. "Y/N!! YOU'RE ALIVE!" Luffy, the sweet goof that he is, crushes you in a tight hug cutting off your oxygen

"Alright, give the girl some space," Nami pulls at the arm closest to her. "What the fuck, happened?" You sit up slowly. "Well-" "THE FUCKING SHIP BROKE!" Heads turn towards a sobbing Usopp trying to rub two pieces of wood together as Sanji comfortingly pats his shoulder. Not too far away, Zoro stands quietly looking over the horizon. A sigh escapes your lips as you deflate into Nami's arms. This could not get any worse. Until a thought hits you.

"Wait, where are the others?" you begin to sit up and look at Nami again. "Robin and Chopper are trying to salvage what they can. Brook got buried under the sand for a while so he's resting." You nod and try to take it all in. So far everyone was alive and counted on. But where were you? Climbing out of Nami and Luffy's company you decided to have a look around. Items were thrown about the beach everywhere including large piles of ice and snow making for a strange scene.  

There’s a moment of uncomfortability that you register but don’t address. Silence never bothered you, but one thing was for certain. You and your family were stranded, highly wanted criminals, with no proper way of fixing the ship unless there wasn’t that much damage. Your feet stop as you come across the sight before you. “Shit.” 

Half the fucking ship was missing. Well, to be exact the giant ram's head was half buried in the snow. The middle of the left-hand side of the haul was cracked open with continents spilling out. As you got closer you could see Robin and Chopper creating piles of things salvageable. A little bit past them lay Brooks looking more lifeless than you’d ever seen him. 

Robin’s eyes caught yours and she waved you over. Watching out for glass and wood you made your way to the haul and placed a hand on the still damp wood. How could everything have changed so quickly? One moment you were all enjoying a frozen treat. The next, holding on for dear life as the elements took their wrath out on you for trespassing. Seeming to read your mind Chopper tugged Robin's leg. 

 “No need to worry,” Robin said as she pressed a compass into the empty palm of your hand. “I think I know what island we’re on. It’s very secluded on this side so we should be fine. However, the other half holds a very populated town known for carpentry. We just might be saved.” Well, that was the first good news all morning. Zoro had been voted to go with you and pick up some supplies. Also so that he didn’t get lost and have the crew spend 14 years to find him. But the walk was pleasant and you took turns humming different toons until you got to the outskirts of town. 

The sound of laughter could be heard as some decorations and flags waved in the air. Seemed like a festival was taking place. Perfect! With all the chaos no one could possibly recognize you both. Zoro managed to find materials needed for the ship while you gathered more basic supplies. However, something about the crowd drew you in. Zoro would be busy for a while so might as well look around,... right? 

The middle of the market square was filled with bright colors, noises, and various performers. You made sure to stick to the walls of the town. However, the cheers and yells for more soon had you stepping closer until you found yourself in the middle circle of a performance act. A slightly chubby man who resembled a sheep was fighting with a pink lion and a green-haired man.

While the act was obviously for kids. You couldn’t help but smile as the three began to fight until a man with blue glasses and a strange ponytail ushered them to stop. He whispered something to them and the expressions of fear were almost completely masked. Then as if the fun had been sucked away, they began to bow and pass out folders. You reached forward to receive one from the lion, thanked him, and began to retreat to where you had last seen Zoro. “Well?”

You held out the flier, “We could kill some time tonight?”

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Author's note: This was Chapter 1! Sorry if it's a bit short. Don't worry though. I have more planned. Please share and like my post so I know to continue with this. Also, just as a nice little tidbit.

I am downbad for this clown.

Part 2

Like they didn't have to make the live action cast so hot. (Yes, yes the fuck they did.) Now, I found him funny in the anime. But, live action? DAMNNNNNN!!!! I think his eyes are so fucking pretty. His jaw and neck look like they need some special attention. Cheekbones? Biteable. Like I DEMAND to see more of this man. Oh, btw, reader gets very flirty and sassy as the story goes on.

[quarantineddreamer]

This came to me last night (after a few drinks at a holiday party) and I typed it out before going to sleep. Not at all the first fic I planned on posting for this ship, but it’ll be another week or so before my Andor AU is ready for posting and I was in the mood for some indulging, trope-filled fun ♡ 

*Post- Scarif, Featuring: a rebel party, jealous Jyn, many just enough drinks, bestie Bohdi, and a nice closet for a kiss (thank you, closet)

A Winter's Night on Yavin 4

The Rebel Alliance was celebrating the arrival of winter. Or at least, the closest to a proper winter Yavin 4 ever got -marked by a month of cooler, slightly less sticky evenings and maybe a weeks’ worth of bracing winds. In truth, it was just the rebels seizing any opportunity for a celebration. 

And Jyn had to admit, the rebels really could throw quite the party. 

This evening, the hangar was practically unrecognizable, lanterns were strung up everywhere —dangling from the ceiling, hung off the nose of an x-wing, strung between towers of crates- even LMTR-20 had a bright golden light adorning its hull. The base looked like a galaxy, gleaming with starlight. 

But the romanticism of the scene was waning for Jyn, who sat atop a crate taking strong swallows of her third drink of the evening, her eyes fixed on a certain Captain Andor and his new ‘friend’. 

The friend was a blonde woman with dazzling blue eyes and a pretty face. Scarily perfect, really —no bruises or scars or anything, a rarity for a rebel. She had long, slender legs that gave her the perfect angle to look right into Andor’s eyes -no neck craning needed- and much to Jyn’s irritation, was taking full advantage of that fact presently. Jyn watched, as the beautiful woman stepped closer to Cassian with a smile. 

Jyn finished her drink in one go, the liquor burning her throat and setting her cheeks aflame. She wished she’d just brought a whole bottle up here with her. Walking all the way to the table where the drinks were being poured would take too long. She needed something to wipe this strange, wrenching feeling from her gut now.

“Jyn? Are you seriously ignoring me? Jyn!”

She wasn’t sure just how long Bodhi had been standing there trying to talk to her. She swiped his cup from his hand and drained it. 

“Hey!” the pilot protested. “What’s the deal with you tonight? It’s a party and you look like you’ve stepped in bantha shit.” 

“I’m fine,” Jyn snapped. But Cassian was laughing at something the woman had said and her hands instinctively curled into tight fists, her throat seemed suddenly tight. 

“Very convincing.”

“Leave me alone, Bodhi.”

He sat down beside her and pulled a flask from the pocket of his vest. 

This time, Jyn waited for an offer before partaking. Luckily, her friend was generous and held the container out to her. “Thanks,” she muttered. 

“Jyn…”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Bodhi.” There’s nothing to talk about.  

“Kind of seems like you should though…”

Cassian was leaning against the leg of a ship. He’d never admit it to anyone, but Jyn knew he tended to do that when his back was bothering him –lean against whatever was closest. He’d even used Jyn once or twice, though Jyn was certain she didn’t make for much support given her height.  

Of course, maybe now he was just trying to position himself closer to the woman with the flawless skin and gentle smile. 

Jyn took another sip from the flask. “Any idea who that is?” she asked, pointing in the blonde’s direction, and trying to sound casual. 

Bodhi followed her hand. “Talking to Cassian? No idea. New recruit, maybe?” He glanced at her. “Why do you ask?”

“Just seems like they’re really hitting it off,” Jyn mumbled. 

Bodhi looked again and shrugged. “If you say so.”

Not that I care, thought Jyn. Or at least, she thought that she shouldn’t care. There had been something that changed between them since Scarif, but she had been pretty sure it was a fluke. Feelings brought on my impending doom that would fade with time. 

Sure, she’d felt closer to Cassian since then. Found that she enjoyed getting to work alongside him and get to know him more, yeah. But he certainly hadn’t ever given her indication there was anything else to think about between them, so why was she so bothered by who he spent his time with at a holiday party?

“Have you said hi to him yet tonight?” Bodhi asked her.

She’d been about to, but then she’d seen how close he was standing to this woman, and she’d walked away, not wanting to interrupt. Gone to find a drink. And apparently, a place to spy. “No. We see each other all the time. It’s not a big deal.” There was a weight on her chest, she fidgeted but the movement did nothing to shake the irritating sensation. Why did I walk away? 

“I’m sure he’s been looking for you...”

Jyn scoffed. “Doesn’t look like it to me.”

“I know you can’t be this stupid.”

Jyn turned to her friend, gaping. “Excuse me?” 

“You’re going to tell me you don’t notice how he looks at you? How you look at him?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Okay, sure,” Bodhi rolled his eyes. “Whatever you say… “

She took another less forceful swig from Bodhi’s flask. Sat in the quiet for a minute, contemplating. “We’re just friends,” she told the pilot, but it sounded like a question more than a statement. 

Bodhi nodded, but he was watching Cassian and the unnamed woman now too. “Is that what you want?” he asked.

She opened her mouth to say ‘Yes’ but the word never made it past her lips. Her eyes wandered to Cassian again. Everyone had on their best, least-singed, torn, and or oil, dirt, or blood-stained clothes tonight, including him. His beard looked freshly trimmed, his hair neatly combed. It wasn’t the Cassian she was used to seeing, but it was still Cassian, and she found herself lost in that fact. Found herself wanting to know what he was saying in this instant, wanting to hear the comforting sound of his voice. It didn’t really matter what he was saying, it didn’t really matter if he was in clean clothes, or in a state of complete disarray –she wanted him. 

The man who she’d embraced at the end of the world. And she realized, with a start, if she had to do it all over again, she wouldn’t change a thing. It wasn’t that she wanted him in danger with her –she never wanted him in danger at all. It was just that, for someone who had grown so accustomed to being alone, she felt an odd sense of loneliness imagining being without him. They’d been given the seemingly impossible: life, a second chance. Yet here she was letting minutes, days, months pass by without trying.  

Bodhi risked injury to put his arm around her and give her shoulders an affectionate squeeze. She grumbled at the touch, but turned to him with a slight smile all the same. “Thanks for sharing your booze with me,” she murmured. 

“I didn’t think I had a choice,” he laughed. 

“That would be correct.” 

Bodhi nudged her and tilted his head in the direction of Cassian and the blonde. “I think we’ve been caught,” he said quietly.

The captain was looking their way and for a moment Jyn thought she caught an odd look on his face, but it quickly passed, his eyes returning to the woman in front of him. Jyn flushed with embarrassment. He was probably wondering what the hell she and Bodhi were doing watching him like a couple of creeps.

The woman was saying something into Cassian’s ear now, her lips turning at the corners with mischief that turned Jyn’s muscles to stone and turned the alcohol in her belly to acid. 

She figured she had two choices: 1) Disrupt whatever was about to happen over there and most likely make a fool of herself in the process or 2) Leave it be, and be tortured wondering what might happen the rest of the night, tortured by the prospect that Cassian would be with someone else, and that she would be all alone –even in a room full of people, even with Bodhi sitting next to her. It didn’t matter, she wanted him by her side. Always, if given the choice between anyone in the galaxy, it was him that she would choose to face anything, even the end of the world, with. 

Shit. 

“What?”

Did I say that out loud? “Shit,” she said again. 

“Jyn?” 

For the second time that night, she stole the flask from Bodhi and let the alcohol spill into her blood, setting fire to her veins, and igniting what she hoped would be some courage. “There’s something I’ve got to do,” she muttered. 

Despite the efforts she had taken to fortify her nerves, Jyn found her heart was as unsteady as her legs when she pushed herself from the crate to the ground. Her cheeks burned as she began walking across the hangar towards him, her entire body buzzed with an energy she felt certain could send an entire fleet into hyperdrive. 

Scarif had been scary. It had required no small amount of courage. Yet what she was about to do seemed a hundred times more terrifying. She’d rather be facing an entire troop of Imps than doing this. But her feet continued to carry her forward.

She didn’t stop when she reached Cassian, instead, her hand flew to the front of his shirt and tangled in the fabric. “I need to talk to you,” she said in a rush, barely certain the words were even properly formed. 

“O-” she pulled him after her without waiting for a reply, “kay. Um, Jyn, slow down, what’s the rush?” 

She didn’t answer, couldn’t answer, couldn’t stop now or she’d lose face and send Cassian back to the blonde whose glare she felt burning into her spine. She stopped only once –hand still firmly holding the front of the captain’s shirt- to scan for someplace private to…well, she wasn’t sure what exactly to yet, but she knew she wasn’t going to have the guts to do it in front of the entire Rebel Alliance.  Her eyes flew to the closest door in sight and dragged Cassian towards it.

The door opened and she pulled him in after her. The door shut behind them and she found her back pressed against a supply shelf, her chest just under an arm’s length away from Cassian’s. 

She stared at her hand, still holding a fistful of his shirt. She could smell whatever soap he had scrumaged up to clean it, could feel the warmth of his body against her knuckles. 

Okay, what are you going to do now you idiot? Jyn asked herself, but she realized she’d done the one thing a good soldier should never do. Walked into battle without a plan or even an exit strategy. 

“Jyn, what’s wrong?” Cassian asked softly, his breath stirring the hair on her forehead. 

She couldn’t bring herself to tear her eyes away from her hand at his chest, but she sensed him looking down at her, waiting for an answer. He would’ve been able to be eye-to-eye with blondie, a small voice inside Jyn prodded, and panic flashed through her. What am I doing? I’m going to mess everything up! 

“Hey,” Cassian’s finger came under her chin, tilting it gently upwards. 

Even in the dim, gray light of the closet she could see the concern in his eyes, the confusion lending a slight furrow to his brow. The care. He cared about her. Did he know that was mutual? That she would always be checking to make sure he was alright, that she would do anything to keep him safe. 

“I wanted to…” to tell you that I have feelings for you. To… She met his eyes and they steadied her, made the world feel right again. 

She lifted herself onto her toes, pulled him towards her, and planted a firm kiss on his lips before she could lose her courage again, then she shoved him away, releasing the front of his shirt at last, letting her hands fall away and putting as much space between them as possible considering they were in a supply closet. 

Cassian stared at her, frozen and breathless, “What are you doing?” 

Jyn felt her heart fall through her stomach to the floor, probably hurtling past that to the core of the planet. Her eyes shot to her feet in shame. She knew that was a mistake, what had she been thinking? She was never going to touch a drop of alcohol again… 

Suddenly Cassian’s hands were on either side of her face, his thumbs against her cheeks. Before she fully knew what was happening his lips were on hers again, warm and eager. He held her head in place with an unexpected desperation, unwilling to let her pull away again.

But pulling away was the last thing Jyn wanted to do. She reached to run her fingers across his shoulders, pressing into the muscle in a way that earned her a low moan against her mouth, sending a shiver down her spine and a rush of warmth to her stomach. 

Her hands wandered upwards to tangle in his hair. His arms wrapped around her and Jyn stumbled backwards, hitting the supply shelf and sending packets of meds and rations flying to the floor. 

Neither of them seemed to notice.

The world was gone and all that existed was his touch, the press of his body against hers, the scratch of his beard on her skin, the warmth of his lips and the bruising force with which they met hers. 

When they finally came up for air, Jyn felt as though every part of her were vibrating. Cassian pressed his forehead to hers, and for a moment all that could be heard was their own ragged breathing and the echo of their heartbeats pounding in their ears.

“I was beginning to think that was never going to happen,” Cassian gasped, lifting his eyes to hers with a small, almost-shy smile that lit embers in Jyn’s core. 

She shook her head against his. “That girl tonight, I thought…”

Cassian laughed and Jyn could feel his stomach shaking with the sound. “Are you serious?”

Jyn frowned indignantly. “Yes! I don’t see what’s so funny here.” She squirmed, but he just tightened his hold at her waist. 

“I saw Bodhi try to make a move on you.”

“You’re a fool,” Jyn shoved against his forehead. “We were talking about-.”

He cut off her words with a deep, lasting kiss that swept every thought from Jyn’s mind with a wave of pleasure. “Can we just agree this should’ve happened a long time ago?” he sighed when they broke away.

“Agree?” she hummed in consideration. “Doesn’t sound like us.”

Cassian groaned, but when she ran her hand across his cheek he leaned naturally into her palm, closing his eyes in content.

“Can we agree to keep doing this?” Jyn whispered.

Cassian opened his eyes, drinking her in like a man who had been waiting a lifetime just to see her face. “I’m not about to waste anymore time,” he murmured, leaning forward to capture her lips with his own again. 

They never did return to the party. 

But Jyn thought it was the warmest a winter's night had ever seemed.

[kylesvariouslistsandstuff]

Seems like the upcoming TRON-in-name-only movie that Disney is releasing next autumn... Will be somewhat of a TRON movie after all?

Jeff Bridges, who played Kevin Flynn and both versions of CLU in the first two films, says he's back. That's right... Flynn Lives! Apparently!

He recently revealed in the Film Comment podcast:

“I’m heading off this Saturday to play a part in the third installment of the TRON story; I’m excited about that,”

He was not part of the cast that was announced by Disney a little while back, so this implies to me that it's barely in it. Maybe but a cameo, maybe even a flashback of newly-shot material... But it won't be archival footage, as he himself is going back this coming weekend to film some stuff.

This new TRON movie, TRON: ARES, has baffled and frustrated me for quite some time.

TRON: LEGACY director Joseph Kosinski was all set and ready to go with a third TRON movie titled TRON: ASCENSION in 2015. Shooting was to commence in autumn of that year, with the cast all back: Garrett Hedlund, Olivia Wilde, Jeff Bridges, Bruce Boxleitner, and Cillian Murphy - the latter of whom was teased as future villain Ed Dillinger Jr. in a scene in TRON: LEGACY. Son of the bad guy from the first one! Disney then outright canned the movie, after a similar big budget sci-fi movie of theirs - TOMORROWLAND - bombed in theaters in the spring. Wow, what logic!

So they decided to start over about a year later, and make it about this character named Ares who Jared Leto was always supposed to play. He funneled money into this, he's super-glued to it, he's been trying to make it happen more so than anyone else it seems. And it lurched through development, losing multiple directors until Disney got Joachim Ronning - a guy who made some iffy remarks about last year's strikes right before filming of this movie was set to commence - to helm it.

But it's like... Cillian Murphy as the next villain, who recently lead last year's massive smash hit phenomenon OPPENHEIMER... And director Joseph Kosinski, who went on to direct 2022's massive TOP GUN: MAVERICK... And nobody else from the previous movie back, or seemingly anything that makes TRON, TRON. Like, Disney... Do you NOT want money? How do you piss away something like that?

Not trying to speak ill of Ronning's work. I haven't seen any of his movies, that includes the two franchise entries he did for Disney last decade - PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN 5 and MALEFICENT 2. But... Kosinski, Cillian, etc.... How do you NOT make that movie? And then go ahead with a story starring freakin' Jared Leto that doesn't have anything to do with the characters from-

Anyways... So Kevin Flynn's apparently in this. In what way, I do not know... But I'll try to keep an open mind. I should be happy that we're even getting another TRON movie, period, given how Disney tends to do this franchise dirty (such as their straight-up abandoning of TRON: UPRISING), but a lot of the details combined with how Disney Live-Action had been run until recently really has turned me off.

Maybe this movie is a weird sort-of middle episode, a lead-in to a proper new TRON movie bringing back all the familiar faces... But that's a theory, a pipe dream probably.

I'd love to be wrong about my skepticism, though.

[waitimcomingtoo]

Bad Romance ~ P.P

chapter three: maneater

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In the weeks that followed, Peter hadn’t been able to go to the coffee shop as much. Men in the city were suddenly going missing at an alarming rate and Peter was out every night on patrol trying to figure out who was taking them. He spent his nights out on the streets and his days glued to his computer with his police radio on. The strange thing about the missing men is that they all disappeared without a trace. There was never a body found, nor any blood. There was, however, one thing in common between all the crime scenes. A written report of who the victim was and what crime they had committed was always left in the victim's home or where they were last seen. Some men were in positions of power, but others were just average guys. That made it hard for the police to draw correlation at first until they looked at the crimes committed by these men. The first three men to go missing had worked for major corporations and were all previously reported for sexual harassment. All three cases had been covered up and dismissed until the men went missing and the reports exposed what they had done. Two different men went missing outside of a bar. One of the men's reports said he had spiked a woman’s drink and tried to take her home. The other man’s report said he had gotten drunk and hit his girlfriend. Both men were never seen again.

The reports were always published in the news after the men went missing, therefore exposing their crimes to the world and explaining why they were targeted. The only man who didn’t have a report was Andy Anderson. Peter printed out all of the reports and taped them to his wall in attempt to figure out who the writer was. The reports were always well written with evidence and sources cited, but always anonymous. With five men now missing, six including Andy Anderson, Peter knew he had to work quickly to try and figure out who was taking these men. He looked over his wall of reports before taking out the Lego figure he had swiped from Ned and setting it on his desk.

“Okay. Ned doesn’t remember me anymore, so you’re gonna be his temporary replacement because I really need a best friend right now to talk this all out with. Got it, tiny Ned?” Peter asked the Lego figure. It said nothing, so Peter nodded.

“Great, thanks. Here’s why I’m so confused. Six men have vanished and not once was there a sign of struggle or a drop of blood found. That either means the men are being killed at a secondary location or they’re not being killed at all. But if they’re not being killed, why take them? And if they are being killed, where are their bodies?” Peter asked the Lego figure and again received silence.

“I considered that too, Tiny Ned, but how could they not have found any bodies? This has been happening for a month now and not one body has been found? The police had dogs cover every inch of New York. The person doing this, let’s call them the grabber for now, must be keeping the bodies somewhere. But where? And how did the grabber get them there? The grabber seems to be avenging woman by taking these men so I’m assuming they’re a woman themselves. And not to be sexist, but it’s unlikely that a woman is snatching these men and getting them to a secondary location without anyone seeing. These men are probably super heavy.” Peter said to the figurine.

“Maybe. But there were never any tire marks found. I don’t think the grabber is functioning out of a vehicle. If she was, someone probably would’ve seen it by now.” Peter said. He looked at his wall again and noticed something.

“That’s true, tiny Ned. The grabber is a really good writer. These reports are all cited and have the proper evidence to expose the men. It’s like the grabber wants to explain why they did what they did. But if all the reports are anonymous, why try to justify your actions?” Peter wondered. He glanced at the figurine before realizing something else.

“That’s true too. The first man taken was the CEO of a major newspaper. Do you think that has any relation to the fact that the grabber is a writer?” Peter asked the figurine. He immediately thought of you and your interview with Andy Anderson that you allegedly never made it to. Peter quickly shook his head and waved his hand.

“That’s crazy, tiny Ned. It’s just a weird coincidence that she was supposed to have an interview with Andy Anderson the night he went missing. Are you seriously trying to suggest that Y/n could have something to do with this? Please. I’ve loved her since I was a little boy. She may not remember me, but I know that girl like the back of my hand. She isn’t capable of doing something like this. And even if she was, she never would. She didn’t make it to her interview. That’s all.” Peter shrugged and looked at his wall again. He looked at Andy Andersons picture before looking at the blank space next to it. Andy was the first victim and the only one who didn’t have a report published on what he did. It kept Peter up at night wondering why the most influential victim was the only one without a report explaining why he was taken. It could mean his vanishing was unrelated to the other men, but the crime scenes were too similar for Peter to dismiss it. He began to feel uneasy, so he looked away and put on his jacket.

“I’m gonna go get some coffee. I’ll see you later, tiny Ned.” Peter said before leaving his apartment. He walked down the block, the same thing he didn’t every day, until he reached your coffee shop. His spidey senses didn’t go off when he saw you this time, bringing him some much needed relief. He sighed happily and wanted to run back and tell little Ned that there was nothing to worry about until he remembered that little Ned was a Lego. Peters smile dropped as he was reminded of how lonely he was ever since the spell. You approached the counter and his smile quickly returned.

“There you are. I haven’t seen you in a minute.” You said with a smile.

“I know. I’m sorry. I’ve been busy.” Peter said, and it was the truth. Trying to figure out who was taking these men was consuming him.

“You don’t have to be sorry. I just missed you.” You said over your shoulder as you made him his drink. All thoughts of the grabber immediately left his mind and all he could think of was you. The hope that you were starting to fall in love with him again consumed his mind and he gave you a dreamy smile.

“Would you ever want to hang out? Like, outside of the shop?” He blurted, instantly regretting it. After almost kissing you a few weeks ago, he had been trying to play it cool so he didn’t scare you off.

“Really? You’d want to?” You asked with a surprised smile.

“Yeah. I like talking to you. And it would be nice to talk for more then five minutes a day.” He replied once he was that you weren’t scared.

“Yeah. It would.” You agreed. “Plus, you’ve never seen me out of my uniform.”

“I’ve literally seen you naked.” Peter laughed before he realized what he had said.

“What was that?”

“I said I would love to hang out sometime.” Peter said quickly.

“Okay. Cool.” You smiled and placed his coffee down in front of him.

“Cool.” Peter smiled as well and felt himself relax.

“Have a seat. And let me know if you need anything else.” You said with a wink.

“I will.” Peter blushed and went to take a seat next to Ned. Ned was reading a newspaper and Peter could see a headline about another man who had gone missing.

“Hey dude.” Peter greeted his former best friend as he slid onto the stool beside Ned.

“What’s up, man?” Ned smiled. They’d gotten friendly with each other since they both frequented the shop so much to visit you, just not as friendly as they used to be.

“Nothing much. You?” Peter asked as he tried to read the newspaper over Ned’s shoulder to see what the update was.

“Same old.” Ned shrugged and put the newspaper down. Peter glanced at the article and saw that a college professor had gone missing after a few of his female students reported that he failed them when they turned down his romantic advances.

“Look at Y/n.” Ned laughed, making Peter look up from the newspaper. Peter saw you shaking an ice coffee like like it was a margarita to make a girl at the counter laugh.

“She’s amazing, isn’t she? She can make a simple coffee taste so good.” Peter sighed happily as he watched you.

“She’s the best. She’s honestly the best friend I’ve ever had.” Ned replied, making Peter stiffen. He was glad he had his back to Ned because he didn’t want him to see the tears that came to his eyes. He knew he’d been wiped from Neds memory, but it still stung every time he was reminded of it.

“Yeah. That’s great.” Peter gave Ned a fake smile before looking at you again. You were still helping the girl at the counter, both of you laughing at something you had said.

“Okay. Your total is $4.29 and a kiss on the lips.” You said as you slid the iced coffee towards her.

“Every time.” The girl playfully rolled her eyes before leaning across the counter. You met her halfway and kissed her, making Peters stomach drop. He choked on his coffee and covered his mouth with his hand to keep himself from making anymore noise. Peter quickly looked away but could still hear you and the girl giggling. White hot jealousy shot down his spine and he felt like all of the air had been sucked out of the room. His throat went dry and he struggled to breathe as his heart pounded in his chest.

“Dude. Are you okay?” Ned asked and patted Peters back.

“She…she just…” Peter panted and pointed to you and the girl.

“She what?” Ned wondered.

“She just kissed that girl.” Peter whispered to Ned.

“Oh, her? That’s Kate Bishop. Y/n’s girlfriend.” Ned told him, making Peters stomach drop again.

“She has a girlfriend? Since when?” Peter asked as he felt tears come to his eyes.

“A little over a month. They met here, actually.” Ned told him, making Peter feel sick again.

“Did they? That’s great. Good for her.” Peter smiled weakly and sucked in a sharp breath.

It had been two months since the spell was cast and Peter had spent every waking second of those months loving you from a distance. After your relationship was abruptly cut short and Peter was completely wiped from your memory, he lived in pain every day knowing the love of his life had no idea who he was and he couldn’t tell her. He had planned to become your friend and gain your trust before telling you the truth about everything. The only thing that kept Peter going through his insufferable loneliness was the thought that you’d eventually know the truth and be together again. He had even convinced himself that you were starting to fall for him again. But all that hope was shattered now as he watched you kiss another girl.

“Have you ever kissed a girl?” You asked Peter as you laid side by side on his carpet.

“No. Have you?“ Peter asked you. At fifteen years old, he hadn’t even hugged a girl yet. Little did he know, he’d be dating you within the year.

“No. I think I could though. And I kinda want to.” You answered honestly before sneaking a glance at him to see his reaction. Peter said nothing as he looked up at the star stickers on his ceiling.

“Is that weird?“ You asked quietly.

“Not any weirder then me wanting to kiss one.” Peter shrugged, making you smile. You sat up a little and kissed Peters cheek, feeling his cheeks heat up beneath your lips.

“Thanks.” You said as you laid back down.

“For what?“ Peter asked as he touched his burning cheek.

“For listening.”

Peter snapped out of that memory when he saw you and Kate coming over to him. He quickly wiped his face to get rid of any tears and threw on a smile.

“Peter, I want you to meet someone.” You said as you rubbed Kate’s arm.

“Who’s this?” Peter asked with a fake smile.

“This is my girlfriend, Kate.” You beamed. Peter felt like he wanted to die but kept his smile.

“Hi. Nice to meet you.” Kate smiled politely and held out her hand.

“You too.” Peter nodded and shook her hand.

“This is Peter. He’s one of my regulars.” You told Kate. Peters smile faltered as it occurred to him that you hadn’t even told your girlfriend about him, meaning he didn’t really mean anything to you. You were the love of his life, but he was just a regular to you.

“Well I have to get back to Clint. But I will talk to you later my darling.” Kate said as she slipped an arm around you.

“I’ll talk to you later.” You smiled and kissed her again. As Peter watched you two kiss, he thought of another memory.

“Do you think we’ll get married?” You asked Peter as you looked up at him. You were older now, 17. Instead of laying on his carpet like you did when you were just friends, you were laying on his bed with your head on his chest.

“Yeah. Of course we will.” Peter said simply.

“No, but really. Do you actually see us getting married and spending the rest of our lives together?” You asked as you sat up a little to look at him.

“I do.” Peter answered honestly. “Do you?”

“Of course I do. But I can’t help but wonder how many other high school sweethearts thought the exact same thing.”

“They’re not like us. We’re different.”

“I bet they all thought that too. I guess I just can’t help but worry that it’s unrealistic to think that the first boy I ever dated, the first boy I ever loved, will be the only boy I date. I want that, but I don’t know if that will happen.”

“Why wouldn’t that happen?” Peter asked as you laid back down on his chest.

“I don’t know.” You sighed. “What if we go off to college and you get a little bit mean or I get a little bit depressed and we drift apart? I could never see us having an ugly break up. But I could see us falling apart in the usual way. We’re so young right now. We could grow up and change and realize that our high school selves were in love but our 25 year old selves and completely different people who are no longer compatible. And I’m so scared of that happening that I feel like I’m gonna make it happen.”

You were both quiet for a minute as you sat with the words. Peter sat up a little and you did the same. He looked at you for a minute and cupped your chin.

“I won’t let it happen. Because I have every intention of marrying you.” He said with a soft smile.

“Promise?” You asked and held out your pinky.

“I promise. I never want anybody else.” He said as he linked his pinky with yours.

“Me either.” You grinned and leaned in to kiss him.

When the memory ended, Peter blinked back to reality and saw you were still kissing Kate. You pulled away and she cupped your chin, just like Peter used to do.

“Bye! Call me later!” You called after her as she walked towards the door.

“I always do!” She called back. Kate blew you a kiss through the window and you caught it before smiling like a child.

“She seems nice.” Peter said with a fake smile now that Kate was gone.

“She is. I just adore her.” You sighed dreamily, breaking Peters heart all over again. You used it talk about him like that, but you had no idea.

“Hmmm. You moved on. That’s great.” Peter said softly so that his voice wouldn’t crack. You gave Peter a funny look and laughed a little.

“Moved on from what? I’ve never dated anyone before.” You said. Peters eyes widened when he realized he had slipped up again. For him, he was watching the love of his life date someone else just two months after your relationship ended. For you, you were just having fun and dating someone you liked. You had no idea what history existed between you and Peter, and he died a little inside every time he was reminded of that. It was growing more and more painful to be the one who remembers.

“Right. I must’ve been thinking of someone else.” Peter quickly tried to explain.

“Oh. Okay.” You shrugged and walked away. Peter sighed once walked away and put his head down on the counter. Ned watched him as he did this and frowned a little. He noticed Peters odd behavior more then you did since you were usually busy working when Peter was in the shop. He noticed the way Peter stared at you and the weird things Peter said. There was even one time Peter brought up a story that Ned had no memory of telling him, but the details Peter used made it seem like he had been there. Ned could tell there was something deeper to Peter that he wasn’t letting on, but he didn’t know what it was yet.

“I should get going. I’ll see you later, dude.” Peter said as he held out a fist. Ned I stuck you bumped his fist, then went on to do a whole elaborate hand shake with Peter. Ned’s eyes widened as he watched his hands move with muscle memory to perform a handshake that he had no memory of ever doing before but also felt like he had done it a million times. When they finished, Ned looked to Peter for an explanation but Peter looked just as shocked.

“How did we…” Ned trailed off, not even sure what he was asking.

“I guess we’re just on the same wavelength.” Peter smiled shyly and tapped the side of his head.

“I guess so.” Ned said in amazement. Peter left the ship shortly after and Ned noticed a folded piece of loose leaf on the ground near where Peter had been sitting.

“Wait Peter, you dropped something.” Ned said, but Peter was already gone. Ned picked it up and opened it out of curiosity.

“Dear Y/n, I know you don’t know me and this is gonna sound crazy…” Ned read under his breath. His eyes widened as he continued to skim the letter, reading about how your memories of Peter had been wiped by some man named Dr. Strange. When Ned read that name, an image of a tall man with salt and pepper hair and a red cloak came to him. He didn’t know whether that was a memory or a dream, but it was real enough that it sent a chill down his spine.

“What’s that?” You asked when you saw what Ned was holding.

“Nothing. Just some homework.” Ned replied and quickly put the paper down.

“Right.” You said skeptically and laughed at his odd behavior. You went back to work and Ned went back to reading the letter.

That night, Peter swung to your apartment building and sat in a tree by your window. He found himself following you a little more lately to cope with his feelings. He looked through your window and felt his jealousy return when he saw Kate in your room. You were both sitting on your bed and you were French braiding her hair. Peter leaned in a little closer so that he could hear what you were saying.

“I think that customer is in love with you.” Kate said as she looked over her shoulder.

“Who?”

“The one you introduced me to today. What was his name? Peter?”

“Peter?” You laughed. “No. He’s definitely not.”

“He so is.” Kate insisted. “You didn’t see the way he was looking at you? He looked like he was about to cry when we kissed. He stares at you like you’re the long lost love of his life.”

“Maybe I am.” You playfully gasped, making her laugh. She leaned into you as you continued to braid her hair.

“Honestly, you might be right.” You said after a minute. “I thought he was gonna kiss me the other day.”

“What? Why?” Kate laughed and turned around to look at you. Peter gulped as he listened to this, not realizing you had noticed that.

“I told him about my job interview and we hugged and when we pulled away, I don’t know. It looked like he was about to kiss me.”

“Oh no. Do I have competition I need to worry about?” Kate playfully gasped.

“No. He’s just some dude who comes into the store. You’re my girlfriend.” You smiled sweetly at her and cupped her face. Kate smiled back and leaned in to kiss you, making Peter shut his eyes so he wouldn’t have to watch.

“You know what’s weird?” You asked when you pulled away. “Before I met you, I kinda liked him. I used to wait for him to come into the cafe everyday. I always thought he was gonna ask me out but he never did.”

“Well I’m glad he didn’t. Because then I wouldn’t get to do this.” Kate said before kissing you again. Peters head was spinning as he listened to this. He wanted to gain your trust and become your friend first before making any moves, and now he knew that was his mistake. He had taken too long to tell you the truth and therefore lost you to Kate. If he had just told you the truth right away like he promised you he would, you could’ve been together by now.

“I wish you could sleepover. I wish you didn’t have to leave.” You told Kate, tearing Peter away from his thoughts.

“I know. But my curfew isn’t for another hour. We still have plenty of time.” Kate smiled and kissed you again. Peter saw a look it your eyes that he remembered all too well. He knew a make o it secession was about to break out so he quickly swung away. His body burned with jealousy at the thought of someone else putting their hands where his used to be. When he landed on his own balcony, he crawled through his window and immediately threw himself on his bed. He pulled his mask off and cried into his pillow with loud, gut wrenching sobs.

“It’s not fair. It’s not fair.” He cried into his pillow. His bed shook as sobs violently ripped through his body.

“I hate this. I hate this cold apartment. I hate lying to her. I hate being alone. I miss May. I miss Ned. And I really miss Y/n. I miss my family. Why do I have to be alone? Why is my girlfriend dating someone else? This isn’t fair. It isn’t fair.” Peter continued to cry. He sat up and looked at himself in the mirror before throwing up a peace sign.

“I’m so lonely. I miss Y/n. I miss my lover.” Peter said quietly and wiped his face. He looked up again, this time at his wall where he had the reports taped up. He looked them over and frowned a little when he noticed something. He got off his bed and got closer to the wall, confirming what he thought he thought he saw. Every single report had the same letters randomly capitalized in the middle of words. Peter grabbed a notepad and wrote down every capitalized letter that he saw. He looked at the notepad and realized it formed a sentence. In every report had the same secret message hidden in it,

“WE ARE VENOM”

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Summary: Y/N’s heart is broken in two but the only person she wants is her eldest brother

Y/N stepped out of the carriage and pulled her shawl tightly around her shoulders.

"I am truly sorry, Miss Bridgerton."

Y/N turned around to face the other occupant of the carriage. Robert Grey was a nice man, he wasn't much to look at but he was proper and had a title that went back centuries.

He'd been courting Y/N since the first week of the season. They'd just bonded over numerous little things and enjoyed each others company. Violet Bridgerton had even begun dropping hints about engagement and a wedding to her daughter, even going so far as to start embroidering fabric for her wedding gown.

But Y/N knew, deep down, that her and Robert were not meant to be. His father was arrogant and unkind and had taken a disliking to Y/N almost instantly. Robert wasn't close with his father but risked loosing his money, his title and his estate if he didn't tread carefully.

Despite her feelings towards the man, she knew they couldn't last. She loved him, she truly did, but she didn't want to be the reason that Robert lost everything.

"It is fine, Mr Grey, I understand, truly," Y/N said softly, giving him a smile. "Thank you for tonight. It was nice to be able to... to say goodbye."

"I hope we can stay in contact," Robert replied. Y/N looked at him and could see the pain in his eyes. This wasn't easy for either of them but Y/N knew it had to be done.

"Of course we can," she said, nodding. "Good luck with your father."

"Good luck with everything," Robert replied, gesturing to the house. "Thank you."

Y/N closed the carriage door and stood back. The carriage rattled off and she waved, standing in the gates of Bridgerton House until the carriage had disappeared into the night.

She shivered as the night breeze rustled around her and she pulled her shawl tightly around her shoulders. She knew her mother was expecting an engagement. Violet had helped her get ready, offering her the finest of the families diamonds to wear and mentioning going to the modiste for new dresses.

Y/N took a deep breath in and gave herself a moment of peace before the onslaught of questions. The stars were out above them and Y/N watched them twinkling away, blissfully unaware of anyone else's existence in the universe.

Y/N walked up to the front door and opened it, quietly slipping into the foyer. Her mother was standing in the foyer along with Simon and Daphne who had come over for dinner.

It wasn’t the best situation, she was hoping she would’ve been able to sneak up the stairs and hide in her room until morning.

"Y/N!" Violet exclaimed, spotting her daughter lurking by the front door. "You're back early," she continued, glancing at the clock. "Is everything alright?"

Y/N couldn't cope with the joyous look in her mother's eyes, the excitement in Daphne's face. It was too much knowing she was going to disappointment them.

"Everything is fine, mama," Y/N said, walking forward and through the group, aiming for the stairs and hoping she could make it to her bedroom.

Violet frowned as her daughter practically ran past her. “Where is Lord Grey? I thought he was escorting you home. I had planned to ask him to take tea with us so we could talk about the engagement.”

Y/N stopped on the stairs.

“What engagement?” Daphne asked, her voice giving away her excitement. She looked up at her younger sister. “Did he propose?”

“Well, I just assumed...” Violet trailed off, looking up at her daughter.

Y/N took a deep breath in and turned around. “No, he did not propose, mama. In fact, we have decided to go our separate ways and will no longer by seeing each other.”

There. She’d said it. Now, she just had to get to her room in the next minute before she started crying on the stairs.

“Y/N, dearest, I do not understand, I thought you were -”

“Well, clearly, you were wrong, mama!” Y/N exclaimed, no longer caring that she was making a scene. “There is nothing there, anymore. Lord Grey and I have decided to end our courtship. There is no engagement, no wedding and certainly nothing between us!”

Violet stared at her daughter, partly surprised by her outburst, but also desperately wanting to comfort her. “Y/N...”

Y/N blinked and felt the tears burning her eyes as she looked down at her mother. She bit her lip and turned around, grabbing the hem of her dress and running up the stairs.

She heard her mother calling after but didn’t stop. Unfortunately for Y/N - things didn’t seem to be on her side this evening - Hyacinth and Francesca were just stepping out the dining room. Y/N came to a sudden halt and tried, desperately, to hide in the side room.

“Y/N!” Hyacinth exclaimed, bouncing up to her. “How was your evening?”

Y/N turned around, well aware of the tears on her face, and faced them. “Absolutely perfect, thank you,” she said quietly, moving once again, pushing through her siblings. “I am rather tired, though, so I am going to go to bed.”

Y/N looked down at the ground and walked straight into Anthony. She almost swore right there and then - of all her brothers, it had to be Anthony.

Anthony grabbed her shoulders, steadying her as she stumbled back. “Hey, Y/N, what -” Anthony trailed off as he noticed her tears, her shaking hands. “What happened? What is the matter?”

“Nothing,” Y/N replied, trying to escape him 

“No, Y/N, come here,” Anthony said, refusing to let go of her arm. “Tell me what happened.”

“Nothing happened, Anthony!” Y/N exclaimed. “Just, please, leave me alone.”

Y/N ripped her arm out of his grip and continued down the corridor, shoving past Benedict and Colin and making for her bedroom. She slammed her door behind her, locked it, and slid down the door until she was sitting on the floor, crying her eyes out like a poor, love-struck girl.

She sat on the cold, wooden floor, for what felt like hours, waiting for the energy to stand up and move. She was exhausted but had no will to get up or move. 

The room began to feel claustrophobic and overwhelming and Y/N suddenly wanted to just leave. Y/N unlocked her door and stepped out into the dark corridor, looking out for any sign of her siblings. She just needed to sit in the garden and have a cigarette to get over her emotions. 

The stairs kept silent as she snuck down them. Anthony’s office was glowing and Y/N could hear her brother rummaging around and muttering to himself. She pulled on the hem of her shawl as she stood in the foyer, hesitating. 

She stood there for a minute and then made a decision, walking to Anthony’s office, knocking on the slightly ajar door to attract his attention.

“Come in,” Anthony called.

Y/N stepped in and immediately felt the emotions of the past few hours hit her as soon as she saw her big brother.

“Y/N, what are you doing up?” Anthony asked, frowning, setting his pen down. 

“I...” Y/N sighed, wringing her fingers. “Anthony, I -” Y/N stopped talking as she felt her throat close with tears and felt a lump form in her throat. She let out a soft sob and buried her face in her hands.

Anthony stood up and walked over to her. He put a hand on Y/N’s shoulder and pulled her into his chest, hugging her tightly.

“I know, Y/N,” Anthony said quietly, stroking her back as she sobbed. “Mother told me.”

“Why does it hurt, Anthony?” Y/N sobbed, clinging to her brother’s waistcoat. “I just want this pain to stop.”

Anthony closed his eyes and rested his chin on top of Y/N’s head. He knew the feeling too well. It had happened to him numerous times over the years and he wouldn’t wish it upon anyone, especially not his sister.

“It gets easy,” Anthony comforted, tightening his grip around her. “Eventually it will get easier. I promise.”

 ‘I just feel like everyone leaves me,” Y/N whispered. “Father left me, Colin’s leaving again soon. Soon I’ll be all alone.”

“I’m here, Y/N,” Anthony whispered. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

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Pairing: Timothée Chalamet x Reader

Request: Hii, idk if you're willing to write for Timothée? I just thought it be really cute if reader was an extra or something on the set of Dune, and he's making sure she's okay, maybe taking her to his trailer or somewhere extras usually aren't allowed.

From my own experience working on sets it's long hours, you're standing for long periods of time in the cold/rain, and it's just sweet when the actors ask if we're okay. No pressure, just a suggestion! I love your writing, and i hope you're having a good day/night 😊

Warnings: None. Just Timothee being cute.

A/N: I'm sorry, Anon, who requested this. I think this took a completely different direction from what you were expecting. But for some reason, this was the direction my brain wanted to go in! I hope you like it all the same.

Masterlist

You stood lent against Timothée between takes. He had just finished his scene and they were getting ready to film the next one. You had never wanted to be an actress. Something that always confused people when they found out that you were dating world-renowned Timothée Chalamet.

The two of you had met before his big break. When you were on holiday in Italy while he was filming "call me by your name". The two of you had instantly hit it off. And Timothée had asked you to be his date to the premiere. Your first proper date as a couple.

But now. You were playing the middle of the three maids helping to carry Lady Jessica's train when they landed on Arrakis.

Timothée always thought it was great to persuade the director to let you be an extra in a scene, doing little things. He always claimed that it made the movie ten times better you being in it. It also made an excellent excuse for you to come and join the cast and crew. Not that anyone ever minded, as you always tried to be as polite and courteous as you could. But they could see how Timothée always lit up when you joined them.

Both your and Timothée's heads tuned as your name was called for you to put your costume on. Placing a kiss on Timothée's cheek, you stood up properly before walking in the direction of the costume lady.

But, before you could get very far, Timothée grabbed your hand. Pulling you back to him, he placed a delicate kiss on your lips.

When the two of you parted, you went bright red. Embraced about having just kissed in front of everybody. Not that it was particularly new. Timothée loved kissing you. And the whole world knew that Timothée was yours. So he had never particular shied away from PDA. He, of course, wouldn't make out with you in public (he has young fans. And that is always just rude). But he didn't mind a quick kiss.

You, on the other hand, were a bit shyer. Happy with hand-holding but kissing made you a bit bashful. Timothée would kiss you, and you would feel the blood rush to your face. But you had the sneaking feeling that he liked it. He enjoyed watching your face load with colour as you went all embarrassed.

Dashing away from Timothée, you ran towards the costume department. You passed Rebecca, where she was being fitted for her headdress. You gave her a small smile and wave. Rebecca returned the gesture as the two of you had gotten on well. Enjoy each other’s company when Timothée was filming.

Scurrying passed you saw one of the costume lady's pulling your dress off the hanger. Handing it to you, she directed you to where you could slip it on. Disappearing behind the curtain, you wiggle about as you pull the dress on. When you came out, the lady made some last-minute changes. Thankfully, because of the head covering, you didn't need to do makeup. But the hair department quickly sorted your hair out. Not putting the head covering on yet as they watched to wait to the last minute. When you came out of the costume trailer, you could see Timothée on his phone as he waited for you. Smiling at the sight, you tried to sneak upon him.

"Boo!" you shouted as you stoped just behind Timothée.

You laughed as he jumped a little bit. Not that he would ever admit it.

When he tried to you, you saw his jaw drop.

"You look beautiful, mon amour," Timothée breathed, looking you up and down.

You smiled bashfully at him. "you look very handsome," you told him as you gently ran your hands along his collar.

The two of you continued to stare into each other eyes. Before you were all being called over to film the scene. Grabbing your hand, you and Timothée walked towards the location.

You walked over to where Oscar Isaac and Rebecca Ferguson where talking.

"It's my son and daughter in law!" Oscar called as he saw you and Timothée approach. Smiling, you waved at him. Both you and Timothée got on very well with Oscar, and he would tell you that since Timothée was his son, that made you his daughter in law. You had happily taken on the role.

"You look beautiful," Oscar complimented you as you came to a stop in front of him.

"Thank you," you smiled, taking a slight bow.

The four of you contained to chat as you waited for Denis Villeneuve to call you to start the scene. And you where happy chatting. Your hand gripping Timothée's as you talked to people that you had been lucky to meet through your boyfriend.

You loved the family that you had been adopted into. And you knew how lucky you were to be able to see into this world, especially as someone who wasn't an actor. You knew that you were fortunate that you got to be there for the simple fact that you were Timothée Chalamet's girlfriend.

[saiyanprincessswanie]

U need 2 tag ur storys correctly…Ur reader need 2 B identified as female.. I assume u white as u use white females in ur pix so tag it right as u aint inclusive… when u reblog use proper tag 4 reader stop making it hard 2 figure out what ur reader is… also u need 2 support other authors an not ur cliques u inn…. so many repeat authors an u aint including other good talent.. an wen u gone 2 update ur series ??? Lik u lazy or sumthin … get ya act strait

I got this “lovely” anon yesterday while I was getting my neck shots done. I delete a lot of nonsense that comes in but felt like I’m going to speak my mind this morning as I haven’t slept thanks to pain from my shots yesterday.

First, nonnie your spelling and abbreviations are terrible. It was hard to read and made my eye twitch. If you want to come at me use proper English because all I’m going to do is laugh at this.

Second, how I tag my work is up to me. It’s clearly a reader insert and I don’t ever mention the color of someone’s skin. So I don’t see how it’s just a white reader in my Fics. The photos I use for my moodboards are tagged as “setting a mood or scene up.” I clearly write on all my work they do NOT represent my reader. I also use the proper tags in the warnings of each fic. If you don’t like how I tag my work don’t read it. 🤷🏻‍♀️ I see other writers who either put “female reader or just reader” in their pairings. I feel like if you are going to nitpick my tagging then you need to do the same to other writers on here. I don’t understand the not being inclusive part as I legit did a disabled reader fic last month.

As for my reading lists again it’s not my job or responsibility to tag someones fic. When you read another persons work it is YOUR responsibility to read the tags and warnings. I do a basic tagging when I reblog to help get more views to whatever I read. While we are on the topic of my reading lists I will say this.

If you think there is someone that deserves to be boosted cause they are talented or maybe they don’t get enough views or reblogs all you have to do is tag me in their work. Just make sure that author you want me to read wants to be on my reading lists. Anyone who knows me knows I’m open to reading things. I have a list of what I will or won’t read. Maybe brush up on that before you attack me on that. As for the “cliques” you think I’m in I have to post this

I’m the LEAST popular person on here and don’t belong to any “cliques.” Do I have friends I support, yes. Do I also support people I don’t talk with, yes. But throwing out “cliques” makes me feel like you are a minor or very young. It’s okay to support friends, mutuals and other people on here. I have never sat at the cool table with the popular kids as I’m a nerd. I’ve never fit in and I actually love that about myself. Maybe you are mad cause you’re not highlighted? I suggest if this is the case to engage with others on here. Reblog other people’s works because this is not a one sided support system on tumblr.

Finally, enough with calling me a lazy writer. I have a life outside of social media that consists of being married and dealing with my health issues. My life doesn’t revolve around this site. My writing is FREE! That means whenever I have free time I will write when the inspiration hits me. I’m not going to bust my ass for ungrateful, pushy people who want free content. Demanding me to do so is going to make me not want to update. I could wait a freaking year if I want and guess what you will just have to be patient.

Maybe next time when you decide to be a keyboard warrior you will think before you type. I don’t like bullies like yourself who think they can throw their weight around on here and be a total asshat to writers. Enough is enough. Grow up.

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[smol-jinyoungie96]

Devil Judge - Episode 5 (i’m not okay)

Right! So review timeeeee this is a long one lol

I love the opening. Facts

This man clearly carries a lot of burden but he loves his brother so much.

Watching the first part made me wonder if they are trying to make the viewers think if he really killed his brother and is guilty, hence the nightmares of his dead brother standing in the middle of his room, or is it because he feels guilty that he was only able to save Elijah and himself… either way they kinda show us that there is guilt somewhere in him.

When Elijah comes to his room she says about him not waking up like that before, could mean that Ga On’s presence is worsening his guilty conscious, or from my perspective, i just think that 10 years worth of forcibly trampled down trauma is threatening to explode.

Devil judge or not, no one can control that amount of severe trauma for long.

Next point! Kim Ga On is so sweet with a kind heart, he initially joined the court to spy on Yohan but just based on him clawing open unhealed wounds, he feels so deeply for Yohan to the point he is willing to quit the bench just so Yohan doesn’t have to look at him and see his brother’s face every time.

He tries to relate to Yohan on an emotional level that they both feel due to losing their loved ones. But a few things that I noticed is that when Yohan says,

“I certainly don’t want to hear that from someone that looks like him”

Again, being called the devil judge or not, but having someone who shares the same face as his brother accusing him of killing the said brother has to hurt deep down.

2. “I wonder how much you’ve discovered”

To me, i think that Yohan knew from the beginning that Ga On was looking into him, and yet he has Ga On in a place where Bambi himself admits to it.

3. “I don’t remember asking you to understand me”

I feel like he is intentionally pretending to push Ga On away because he knows that Bambi will do the exact opposite. It is literally in Ga On’s blood to always try and sympathise with anyone who has any sort of emotional baggage. He knows he can lure Ga On more towards him if he pushed the right buttons.

One part that stuck to me the most is when Ga On says

“hunters mask their scent completely, until the time is right”

Could it be foreshadowing?

It could hint towards him fooling Ga On to believing him until it is too late for Bambi to realise because well, Ga On falls for any heartbreaking story.

But at the same time it is also similar to the way Yohan is so close with the rich socialites to win their trust until the time is right for him to finally reveal that he is in fact a hunter and they’ve been his prey all along.

When Ga On leaves Yohan says that “it’s weird because I’ve never experienced that before”

That, being another human being connecting to him on such a deep emotional level and that’s something he hasn’t felt for almost ten years.

The way he talks about Ga On relating to him with an expression of awe makes me think that it could also be a fact as to why Yohan has this obsession with Ga On.

The minister’s interview was a clever way to show the people that despite being a mother she is a person who has her duty towards the country as a priority but also wanting to make the public question Yohan’s morals.

Please look at his fond little smile,

it’s a genuine reaction to Ga On tricking him into eating proper food by mentioning wrinkles and his age 💀 but also, signs to say that the little annoying pest is growing on him.

The scene with Ga On and Soo Hyun, they talk about the fire and there’s one line that Soo hyun says,

“The list of attendees to the ceremony was covered up, that’s not something Kang Yohan could’ve done 10 years ago. That takes controlling the press and prosecution”

A clear indication that someone who held power over both media and the prosecution was involved in the accident.

Everything Ga On has seen so far after he joined the live show has terrorised him so much but he is still worried about Soo Hyun because he has seen things that she hasn’t.. even when she’s a cop.. even when the reason she became a cop in the first place is because she want to help him and to keep him out of trouble.

Their bond is so pure and cute.

THE TRIAL

The beginning was so cute with the sweetest welcome back to Ga On and then there’s Yohan giving him a fond smile as if Ga On was actually on death’s doorstep and not snooping around his house arguing with a nanny about not being sleeping beauty..

The case was a set up from the get go. It was just a trap from the beginning to push Yohan to a corner.

They wanted him to have no where to turn to when prosecution suggested “physical castration” (gross) because if he gave into the requested sentence,

they would very easily twist it into making him look like a sadistic monster and if he didn’t give in and went with the 20 years of prison time requested by the defendant,

that would make him look like just another person who doesn’t bother with taking people’ opinion into consideration. Which would make his own statements from the first episode wildly contradicting to what he went with.

Even the stupid lawyer tries so hard to push him to this corner by repeating “this is what the majority wants” but Kang Yohan is definitely smarter than they give him credit for because he puts the pieces together as soon as Jung Sun Ah sets foot inside the court room.

I love that Ga On as a judge as come to a point where he genuinely relied on Yohan as to what they were going to do instead of directly challenging his authority like he had done in the first case. Another sign that Ga On is starting to trust his boss.

Jung Sun Ah thinks! That she has him helpless but then this man turns the whole game upside down. (Even here, it’s really just a game in the name of justice, it is a power play between two sides)

If the minister and Jung Sun Ah thought they were a step ahead of Yohan, he definitely proved that he is ten steps ahead of them when he gave that sentence.

I completely adore the trust Ga On and Jin Joo has on their boss. Especially the way Ga On shares a real relieved smile with Jin Joo and the way he looks so relieved that things weren’t going to be as bad as he thought.

Teen Ga On was definitely a delinquent. The sight is just ✨

Another important point is that just when he learns to trust his boss, now he is struggling,

Because from one side there’s Kang Yohan asking him is he’s going to stand by him or stand against him,

And on the other hand there’s the Chief Justice asking him to choose between being an accomplice or an informant.

They’re both essentially asking him to pick a side and it looks like they’re pulling him back and forth between themselves. He’s struggling because as much as he wants to stand by Yohan, he can see that Yohan’s approach to justice is being adapted by the public,

For an example when those three kids were playing, it gives him a notion that the barbaric flogging system is now being used as a playing method by kids.. kids. It genuinely seemed to scare him that the way those kids were laughing and smiling while playfully hitting the small boy.

Kim Ga On is shown as this impulsive, level headed judge with a black and white sense of Justice but he too carries a lot of pain and burden similar to Yohan. But in his case, he’s being put on the spot between the two sides, eventually it will be him who has to face the consequences if he chooses the wrong side.

And being on the wrong side of Kang Yohan doesn’t really seem to be the smartest thing at the moment.

Going back to Kang Yohan and Kim Ga On, i like the way Bambi calls Yohan out for implying that being a monster is better than being a victim when he’s not brave enough to face his own pain.

That genuine shock on Yohan’s face is enough to show that Kim Ga On is really out there pulling out this man’s traumas one by one like he’s pulling out grass from the ground.

Again it shows how much Yohan is suffering inside because ultimately, that mansion is just a giant nightmare for him.

JUNG SUN AH/KANG YOHAN

first of all.

CONSENT!

i felt bad for Yohan.

But Jung Sun Ah is really obsessed with him to the point she jumped from the second floor just because he said he to, when Yohan came to a place of power, she worked herself to her own place of power. Her obsession with him runs too deep.

Tomorrow’s episode is already making me nervous because i feel like Jung Sun Ah is going to use Soo Hyun to drive a wedge between Yohan and Ga On.

If he did his homework on Ga On. I’m sure she has done hers as well.

More or less, Episode 5 was like the calm before the storm.

Unsurprisingly, i hate storms.

If you’ve made it this far, thank you for listening to me ranting.

Please send help

[seanfalco]

Common Stupid Thieves

Sean Falco x Reader // Platonic!Derek & Reader

Prompt: I would like to request a Sean fic where the reader is a fellow criminal who’s in on the valet scam (or another scam of your invention).  I think it would be hot to drive around in fast cars doing mischief with him.  Hehe 😎 💕 Please and thank you!  You’re the best! Requested by: @badsext​ Warning(s): Language, Recreational Drug Use, Criminal activities, Infidelity Word Count: 3.5k

a/n: Aaaaaa, I was so excited when I got this prompt because I’ve been wanting to write something with a fellow criminal reader for a while now, but just didn’t know what I wanted to do, but this gave me the perfect excuse to think about it more.  There will be two parts.

01. |

“Hey dog!” Derek greeted, joining Sean at the valet podium, a wide grin on his face as he sidled up next to his friend.

“Hey, man,” Sean replied, rubbing his hands together against the cold, his breath misting in the brisk night air.  Autumn had already descended on Portland and the nights were swiftly growing colder as the leaves turned colour.

“What?” Sean asked, recognizing the pensive look on his friend’s face as if he had something to say and Derek held his hands up in innocence.

“Nothin’ bro,” he exclaimed, chuckling slightly, but Sean merely arched a thick brow at him until Derek finally cracked.  “Okay, okay.  Actually, I have somethin’ I wanted to run by you.”

“See, I knew it,” Sean laughed, his head falling back in amusement, his gaze taking in the starts overhead for a brief moment before refocusing on his friend and business partner.

“Yeah, yeah, you know me too well,” Derek muttered before jumping into his story.  “Look, I got this friend, okay, and she needs a job…” he began, Sean cutting him off.

“No.  No fuckin’ way.”

“What, no man, c’mon—” Derek argued.

“No, you come on!” We’d have t’start splittin’ th’tips three ways when business is already slow.  Besides, what about our little side venture?  How are we gunna keep that a secret?” he exclaimed, his voice dropping to a rushed whisper.  “How do we know we can trust this person?  I don’t like it, man,” he said, shaking his head.

“Aw no, man, she can be trusted,” Derek insisted, pulling Sean aside, away from the valet stand.  “I’ve known [y/n] since we were kids.  She’s good people and she ain’t no snitch.  She could be a real asset, dog.”

Sean heaved a breath, deliberating.  He trusted Derek, and if Derek trusted this [y/n] enough to vouch for her, then Sean would give her the benefit of the doubt.  He just hoped it wouldn’t bite them in the arse later.

“...Alright,” he sighed, turning his face toward his friend.

“What, really?” Derek asked excitedly, his grin returning, brightening his face.  “Oh man, you are not gunna regret this!  Just think of how many more places we can hit a night with a three man crew!  It’s gunna be great.”

“Yeah, so you keep tellin’ me,” Sean laughed, rolling his eyes as a car pulled up to the curb.

“Hey Sean, can you take this one?  I wanna call [y/n] and tell her the good news,” Derek exclaimed, already pulling his phone from his pocket.

“Yeah, alright,” Sean called over his shoulder.  

“You’re gunna love her, man!”

——

It was your first night valeting at Nino’s, Derek really having come through for you on the job thing, your last one didn’t really pan out, but at least this one seemed like it’d be easy enough, from what he’d told you.

Shoving your hands in your coat pockets against the cold, you approached the valet podium at the curb, your friend nowhere to be seen.  Instead, a tall slender man with a mop of unruly dark curls stood guard out front, shifting from foot to foot as he looked down at his phone, a small smile lingering on his lips.

Sensing your presence, he gave a start, quickly pocketing his phone and flashing you a proper smile.  “Hello, welcome t’Nin-ohh,” he cut off, realizing you weren’t a customer, taking in your identical white dress shirt and green jacket.

“Hey,” you greeted, offering him a sheepish grin.

“You must be [y/n],” he guessed, taking your hand to shake firmly.

“That’s me,” you replied, gripping his hand just as firmly, meeting his moss green eyes.  “And you must be Sean.”

“[y/n]!  Hey, you’re here!” Derek called as he approached, cutting Sean off before he could respond.  “Looks like you two already got acquainted.”

“Yep, we uhm, we met,” you murmured, feeling Sean’s eyes on you as you turned to Derek.

“Awesome,” Derek exclaimed, rubbing his hands together excitedly.  “This is gunna be great!”

It wasn’t long before your first customer drove up and Derek had Sean show you where the valet lot was around the block.

“See?  Easy peasy,” Sean exclaimed as you parked the car.

“Easy peasy,” you agreed, wondering if you should bring up the questions you had about the other part of the job.

“The next local customer we get, we’ll go together and I’ll show you th’ropes,” he said, sensing your unvoiced questions.

“Alright,” you nodded, following suit as he got out of the car.

Walking back to the front of the restaurant, you buzzed with excitement, and instead, a different question sprung to your lips.

“So, how long have you known Derek?”

Sean’s brows furrowed in thought.  “Since my family moved to th’area, about seven years ago.”

“Where were you from originally?” you asked, unable to quite keep your eyes from returning to his distractingly handsome face.

“Originally, Dublin,” he chuckled — that explained the accent — “but when my dad split, my mum and I moved to th’states.  Then when she married my stepdad he decided to move us all across th’country t’start a construction company out here that went belly up in less than a year,” he scoffed, glancing over at you.

“What about you?  How long have you known Derek?” he countered.

“Since middle school,” you answered, grinning as you remembered all the shenanigans the pair of you had gotten into — it seemed you were soon to continue that legacy, though this time you really didn’t wanna get caught.

“There you guys are, took you long enough!” Derek exclaimed.

“Oh ha ha,” you muttered, shoving his shoulder lightly as you joined him behind the valet stand, standing near the tall glass encased heater to banish the chill that had taken hold as you walked back from the parking lot.

“Sean has a girlfriend, by the way, so no funny business, [y/n],” he whispered, noticing the way your gaze kept seeking the handsome Irishman out.

“Yeah, so?” you snorted softly, so Sean wouldn’t overhear, only for Derek to jab you in the ribs with his elbow.

“I mean it, [y/n], don’t meddle,” he hissed, all traces of levity gone from his face.

Rolling your eyes, you huffed an indignant sigh.  “Yeah, yeah.  But if he makes a move on me, I don’t know if I’ll be able to resist,” you teased, only half serious.  Anyone who turned that down, girlfriend or no, would be a bloody fool.

“Yeah, like that would happen,” Derek snorted and your mouth fell open.

“Gee thanks,” you scoffed indignantly, a little hurt that your friend didn’t think you had a chance.

“[y/n], don’t be like that,” he laughed, nudging you again, this time playfully.  “Riley’s a good girl and Sean’s head over heels for her.”

“Good for her,” you muttered, turning away to check your phone, trying not to sound too jealous.

To pass the time between customers, you recounted stories to Sean of yours and Derek’s teenage years, Derek cutting in every now and then to correct you, or deny his involvement; joking around.  Every time you managed to make Sean laugh, you counted it as a win.

Before long, a flashy SUV pulled up and Sean climbed into the driver’s seat as the couple handed him the keys before heading into the restaurant, leaving their vehicle in your capable hands.  

“Looks like their place is only a couple blocks away,” Sean announced, poking through their built-in GPS and you shared a grin, quickly jumping into the passenger seat.

“We’ll be right back,” he exclaimed, winking at Derek.

“Uh huh, don’t have too much fun now,” Derek teased back, flashing a wide grin at the pair of you.

For a moment, as he accelerated, the motor revving to life, you were reminded of the scene in Ferris Bueller when the two valets flew over the hill in his friend’s dad’s car to the Star Wars theme, taking it for a little joy ride.

“Okay, so, some ground rules so we don’t get caught,” Sean began, pulling you from your thoughts and you turned to give him your full attention.  “One, no stealin’ anything from the vehicles themselves, pretty self explanatory.  They notice anythin’ missin’ from here, it’s the easiest thing t’tie back to us,” he explained.

“Got it.  What’s two?” you asked with a nod.

“Two, we only go t’houses that are in th’neighborhood.  We can’t afford a long drive if we wanna make it back before their meal’s done.  Get in, get out, quickly.”

“Simple enough, you agreed.

“And three,” Sean said as he pulled into the couple’s driveway, using their garage door opener as your way in— “only take things they won’t notice, or at least not right away.”

“Okay, like jewelry, small electronics, cash… gotcha,” you murmured, unbuckling.  “What if they have an alarm system?”

“Then we turn around and go back.  The goal is t’not get caught.  There’ll be other houses, other opportunities.  Don’t get greedy.”

Nodding, you got out and tried the door to the house, finding it unlocked, though you weren’t all that surprised, most people didn’t usually lock the door inside their garage — what’s the point when your garage door’s shut tight?

“I’m in,” you announced as the door swung open, managing to pull an amused snort from your curly haired partner.

“C’mon, let’s see what goodies are waitin’ for us,” he said, bobbing his eyebrows at you before rushing up the stairs ahead of you and into the house.

“Damn, these people are loaded,” you murmured in awe, trailing behind Sean and letting your gaze travel their living room.  The flat screen hanging over the mantle would’ve completely dwarfed your tiny apartment.

“Yeah, most of th’people that come t’Nino’s are,” Sean murmured, setting to work, sweeping the place for valuables.

Sneaking into their bedroom, you hit the jackpot as you threw open the door to their walk in closet. ”What d’you think?” you asked, turning to Sean as you pulled a skimpy black negligee from the rack and held it in front of your body.

For a moment Sean’s mouth worked silently, his face turning pink before your eyes and you couldn’t help the pleased grin that stole across your lips, wondering if he was imagining you in it.

“Lady’s got good taste,” he said, clearing his throat before awkwardly pointing toward the vanity.  “Let’s, uh, look in there,” he suggested and you snorted, hanging the outfit back up and following him over.

“Did I fluster you?” you asked, smirking at him out of the corner of your eye as you picked through the jewelry that looked least worn.

“No,” Sean exclaimed quickly, avoiding your gaze, though it seemed like his face flushed deeper, even in the dim light.  “I’m gunna go check out the bathroom,” he announced suddenly, hurrying off and you fought back a laugh, though you wished he’d flirt back a little.

Getting back to work, you snagged a pair of expensive designer shoes and a large handbag — it would fetch a pretty good price on ebay.  Stuffing the heels and the necklaces into the purse, you met back up with Sean in the kitchen.

“You find anything?” you asked and Sean held up a sliver watch as well as a handful of loose change.  “Pocket change?” you exclaimed, fighting back a laugh.  “And here I thought you were a hardened criminal, Sean Falco.”

Sean rolled his eyes, slipping the change into his pocket.  “I wouldn’t say hardened, I just wanna make things a little easier on my bank account.  Bein’ a starvin’ artist ain’t as glamorous as it seems,” he snorted sarcastically, heading back toward the garage as he checked his phone, Derek texting to let you know you were in the clear yet.

“You’re an artist?” you asked curiously, climbing back into the borrowed SUV and Sean opened the garage door, backing out into the street.

“Photographer,” he clarified, his eyes flicking over to you.

“Really?  What do you take pictures of?”

“Oh, a little bit of everything,” he replied, smiling to himself.  “People, places, anything that catches my eye.  I like things with personality,” he explained.

“I’d love to see your work sometime,” you mused.

“Yeah, course,” Sean exclaimed, clearing his throat quickly and returning his eyes to the road, though you could have sworn a dusting of pink had returned to his cheeks as the light from a streetlamp lit up his face.

“Bet your girlfriend likes being your model,” you ventured quietly after a long moment, wanting to see how he reacted.

“No, actually—” Sean began before frowning.  “How did you know I have a girlfriend?”

“Derek told me.”

“Oh, right,” he said, shaking his head slightly, his lips twitching downward.

“What does she do?” you asked, unable to curb your curiosity.

“She’s a business major.”

“Ah,” you replied shortly and Sean glanced at you curiously.

“What’s that s’posed t’mean?” he asked, amusement tinging his voice.

“Nothin’,” you teased, grinning over at him.  “Just sounds boring to me,” you answered honestly.  How much do you even have in common? you wondered, not voicing that query.

“Honestly… kinda,” Sean chuckled, rolling his shoulders.

“Doesn’t she know about… this?” you asked hesitantly, gesturing to the stolen items at your feet.

“This?” Sean yelped incredulously, turning back into the valet lot.  “No, she doesn’t know about this,” he answered tensely.

“So… what now?” you asked, sensing Sean’s discomfort at your question and quickly changing the subject.

“Now… now we stow the stuff in our cars and go meet back up with Derek.”

“So, how did baby’s first run go?” your friend asked cheekily when you returned, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet in his excitement, wearing a shit eating grin as he dodged your punch aimed at his bicep.

“She did good,” Sean answered before you could, and the compliment took you by surprise, filling your face with warmth.

“See, what I tell you?” Derek exclaimed.

——

Before you knew it a couple months had flown by and you were making runs by yourself now; you, Sean, and Derek doing fairly well for yourselves with your little side business.  Sure, there were nights when you came back nearly empty handed, but it beat not working at all, and the money from the valet stand was enough to get by on.  Besides, the best part was getting to hang out with your friends every night.  During that time, you’d grown rather close to Sean, the two of you beginning to spend more time together outside of work.

“You really need to find a new place,” you laughed as you plopped down at one of the plastic chairs flanking Sean’s tiny table.

“Wha—?  What’s wrong with it?” Sean exclaimed, feigning offense as he took the chair across from you and passing you the lit joint between his fingers, his lips twitching into a bemused grin as he watched you.

“What’s wrong with it?” you cried, teasingly, gesturing with your arm toward the wall nearest you.  “There’s fuckin’ holes in your walls!”

“Hey, I patched… most of ‘em!” he countered.  “You’ve gotta admit, it’s got character!”

“Is that what you call it?” you cackled, breaking into laughter as you waved the smoke from your face.  “I suppose it does suit your starving artist aesthetic,” you teased, glancing at him coyly, feeling your cheeks warm as he shared your grin, his long fingers brushing yours as he stole the joint back.

Unable to look away as he brought the joint to his lips and inhaled deeply, your thoughts spiraled, wondering what it would feel like to kiss him as silence fell over the cramped flat.

“So… I have somethin’ I need to confess,” Sean spoke up, jolting you from your thoughts and you quickly tore your eyes from his mouth.  “I was a little worried when Derek suggested bringin’ you onto th’team,” he admitted, not quite meeting your eyes.  “But honestly, it’s been one of th’best things we’ve done,” he said, flicking the line of ash from the end of the dwindling joint.

“Oh yeah?” you asked, arching a curious brow at him.  “Why were you worried?  Thought I’d be a liability?” you half teased.

“Yeah, kinda,” Sean answered sheepishly, causing you to snort, laughter bubbling from your lips to lighten the room.  

“Can’t say I blame you,” you admitted, taking another hit as he offered it to you.  “Did Derek ever tell you why he trusts me so much?” you asked, glancing over to catch Sean’s eye.

“He didn’t, but I figured there had t’be a reason for his unwavering confidence though,” he said, his words making you smile.

“When we were in middle school,” you begin, settling in to recount your story, leaning back against the wall behind you.  “Derek and I weren’t bad kids, per se, I mean, not like his brothers, but we did get into trouble from time to time.  There was one day, we were graffiting the side of a rail car down by the tracks, y’know, just a little harmless vandalism,” you said, your lips curling wryly.  

“Well, apparently there was a cop nearby and he caught sight of us.  So we threw our spray cans down and made a break for it.  We probably would’ve gotten away but I tripped over one of the tracks, and busted my knee open,” you explained, shaking your head.  “I told Derek to go on without me cause we had some stolen shit in our pockets from earlier and I didn’t want him t’get in trouble for it too.”

“What happened?” Sean asked.

“He didn’t like it, but Derek took off like I told him to and I let the cop catch up to me so he’d have a chance to get away.”

“But he’d seen Derek?”

“Yeah, from a distance, but I just kept denying there was anyone else with me, so there wasn’t really anything they could do about it,” you shrugged.

“You took th’fall and kept him outta juvie?”

“Mhmm.”

“No wonder Derek trusts you,” he murmured, awe in his voice.

“I don’t rat on my friends,” you said simply, crushing the rest of the blunt out in the ashtray between you.

Sean nodded before you heard his stomach growl loudly.  “Oh shit, I’m starvin’,” he groaned, holding his belly as you descended into laughter, holding your own gut.  “You want somethin’?  I think I have some frozen chicken strips or somethin’ in here,” he mused, getting up to check the icebox.

Following him over to the tiny kitchen, you peered in the freezer with him.  “Chicken strips sound bomb.”

“Grand,” Sean chuckled, pulling the bag out and dumping the contents onto an oven sheet while you turned on the oven and leaned against the counter next to him.

“So… where’s Riley?” you asked, reluctant to bring her up, but it hadn’t escaped your attention that she hadn’t been around much lately.

“Oh, she’s busy with classwork,” he replied, turning to lean against the counter next to you.  “I think she has some big midterm project she’s workin�� on.  Why?”

“I just thought it was weird you hadn’t been hanging out much,” you explained, carefully, realizing how close you were.  “But I’m not complainin’,” you murmured, your hand inching closer to touch his.  “I like spending time with you…”

“I like spendin’ time with you too, [y/n],” Sean mused, slowly leaning closer, as if a spell had fallen over the pair of you, til his breath fanned across your lips moments before they pressed chastely to yours.

Not fighting it, you tangled your fingers in his jumper, pulling him closer as you kissed him back and to your delight his lips moved against yours with a soft moan and you felt the edge of the counter bite into your back.  It was as if all the tension between you had finally come to a head—every coy little glance and furtive touch, all the inside jokes and nights spent texting late into the morning hours were finally leading where you’d hoped.

Moaning in turn as your tongue sought his, Sean suddenly tensed, the bubble bursting as he pulled away.  “What are we doin’?” he exclaimed breathlessly, running his hands through his hair.  “I can’t do this—“

“Why not?” you asked desperately, though you already knew the answer.  “Sean, I-I really like you, and I think you feel the same way, that kiss obviously proved that—“

“I—” Sean hesitated, his face clearly conflicted. “—but Riley,” he exclaimed, shaking his head, his curls shivering.  “I love her, I can’t do this t’her.”

“You can’t even be honest with her!” you cried, the words bursting from you, unable to hold them back any longer.  “You’re afraid to tell her about what you do because you know she’d judge you for it!”

For a moment Sean blinked at you, his mouth hanging open as if unable to come up with an argument.  “You… you don’t know anything about it,” he snapped finally, setting his face.  “I think you should probably leave, [y/n].”

His words felt like a slap to the face and you staggered backward.  “Y-yeah… I’ll—” The hushed words died on your tongue and you stumbled toward the door, looking back at him as you stepped out into the blinding daylight outside.  Sean wouldn’t even look at you.

Had you just fucked up beyond repair?

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"Not My Yacht" *Chapter 10*

CHAPTER NINE

FINALE/EPILOGUE

So here's the thing:

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The "epilogue" is coming out in a few hours, and really it's the ending so don't worry okay? And I say that because you will worry. A LOT.

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You were in the middle of your mental breakdown when you heard a voice that made your blood run cold.

“Izzie, Izzie, Izzie….”

You raised your head to see Lewis grinning wildly like a mad man.

“Don’t you know by now? You’re never going to get rid of me,” He continued to grin wickedly. “And no man is ever going to love you the way I do,”

“T-That’s not true,” You whispered while you shook your head.

“Isn’t it? I could hear your little exchange in there,” His voice was soft and cruel, he knew how to manipulate your mind so easily.

“Barba was just using you for some sex on the side, probably wanting you to do things his little ginger wouldn’t dare think of. Things a respectable woman wouldn’t do. He figured a cute little stupid thing like you would do anything for a big fancy lawyer,”

“That’s not true,” You tried to block his voice out, curling your knees up into your chest and shutting your eyes.

“It’s absolutely true and you know it,” He continued to torment you with his cruel words. “Now, just untie me and I promise to let the happy couple go, that mean old ADA won’t hurt you anymore with his lies,”

“You’re the liar,” You growled.

“Am I?” He asked you in a sincere voice. “Have I ever been anything but faithful to you? Have I not gotten you anything you ever wanted? Did I not keep you happy?”

“Not when you were abusing me, Tommy,” You spit at him.

“Alright, well sure I had a temper. But I’ve never been anything but honest with you, and you know it,” He continued.

“Come on baby, just untie me. We can punish that ADA together,” He whispered.

“I….”

“I don’t think so,” Olivia’s voice came from behind you before the cattle prod was being pushed passed you and hitting Lewis for several seconds. He screamed out in pain and convulsed wildly before going unconscious again.

You blinked several times as Lewis’s voice faded from your throughs. It was as if you were being knocked out of a trance. You finally looked at Olivia with an embarrassed face.

“...Thank you,” You muttered. “I should have--”

“No, don’t do that,” She stopped you. “Don’t apologize for anything. That guy is a monster, he’ll say anything to anyone. He knows how to get in your head, I’m sure you know that,”

“A smarter person wouldn’t let him,” You pushed your hair behind your ears. “You didn’t,”

“I almost did, trust me,” She put a hand to your shoulder. “He’s the closest anyone has gotten inside my head. But he definitely scared the shit out of me,”

“...Right,” You shook your head, not feeling worthy of her compassion. You had almost just let a psychopath get back to his reign of terror because of simple words.

“Look I know it’s uncomfortable, but I think you should probably wait with us in the living room,”

“...Right,” You nodded and followed her back to your living room where Rafael held his head in his hands. He immediately looked up at the two of you in concern.

“What happened?! I heard Lewis scream,” He asked worriedly.

“We handled it,” Olivia dismissed his worries.

“Y/N I---” Rafael was interrupted by a banging at the door.

“LIV! BARBA! You okay?” Rafael heard Fin’s came booming through the door. Liv ran over and opened it, letting in her squad and several paramedics and cops. They began filling your apartment, throwing Rafael on a gurney and checking you and Olivia out.

“We’re going to need to take you to the hospital, ma’am,” One paramedic informed you.

“Oh it’s fine I’ve dealt with this before, if I just wrap it and let it set it’s--”

“Uh, ma’am I don’t know what you’ve been told, but this wrist needs medical attention,”

“Oh,” You felt your face grow hot. You had been so used to having broken bones kept under wraps you clearly had no regard for yourself.

“Right, yeah ok whatever,” You shrugged as you followed the paramedic down the hall. Before the elevator arrived a cop came running after you.

“Oh ma’am, we’re going to need to keep your apartment vacant for a few days, it’s an official crime scene,” He informed you. “Do you have anywhere to stay?”

“Yeah, I have a dorm room,” You nodded, but suddenly remembered Zipper and Dash. “My cats though, I don’t have anywhere for my cats,”

“Um I don’t want to alarm you ma’am but we haven’t seen any cats,”

“They’re scared of strangers,” You assured him. “They’ve probably been hiding since Lewis brought me here,”

“Ah,” He nodded. “Well, do you think they will come out any time soon?”

“As long as there’s strangers in there? No,” You shook your head.

“Well, I suppose they can stay,” He sighed, not really wanting to deal with animals. That was below his pay grade for sure.

“Great,” You nodded, just as the elevator arrived. “Thanks officer,”

“We’ll need to get your statement at the hospital as well,”

“Awesome,” You rolled your eyes as the elevator doors closed.

Even more ‘awesome’ awaited you in the parking lot, when you realized there was only one ambulance. And Olivia and Rafael were already in it.

“Oh, no look I’m sure there’s no room for me in there--”

“No ma’am you’re fine, there’s one more seat next to Ms. Benson,” The paramedic assured you as he led you to the ambulance and helped you inside to sit next to Olivia. Rafael was hooked up to oxygen while strapped into the gurney, he blinked at you with sad eyes.

“Great…” You sighed, trying not to look at him.

The ride to the hospital was silent and awkward, Olivia was stroking Rafael’s hair while he laid there incapacitated. She hated seeing him like this, so small and pitiful. He was usually so smooth and strong, quick with the quips and attitude.

“You know he was telling the truth,” She said softly while still stroking him and looking in his eyes. They softened in appreciation when she spoke.

“I’m sorry?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not his girlfriend,” She turned to look at you.

“Could’ve fooled me,” You gestured to her comforting pets.

“I’m his best friend,” She explained. “I know he likes to have his hair stroked when he’s sick. His abuela used to do it when he was a child,” You looked at Rafael who softly nodded, confirming her explanation.

“Yeah, well--” You looked at the floor of the ambulance. “I wouldn’t know that. I wouldn’t know anything, because I don’t know him,”

“But you could,”

“Can we just--?” You gave them both a look that you were really not in the mood to discuss this right now.

“Yeah, sorry,” Olivia nodded before looking at Rafael and mouthed “I tried”. He nodded in appreciation, weakly squeezing her hand.

Finally you reached the hospital. Nurses helped you out of the vehicle while others pulled Rafael out and rushed him inside in front of you and Olivia. You were both escorted opposite ways by nurses to get checked out yourselves.

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After a few hours your wrist had been splinted, and your bruises and cuts were cleaned and patched. You had actually never been this taken care of in a long time-- maybe ever. You had learned to just live with your injuries from Lewis, you didn’t think you deserved it after letting him do that to you. While you were being discharged, you heard a voice you never expected.

“Y/N!!!” You looked up to see your dorm mate Kyra come running over to you.

“Kyra, what--- what are you doing here?”

“I’m your emergency contact, duh,” She gestured like it was the most obvious thing. “Although I’m such a horrible contact, I should have noticed you were in trouble when you didn’t show up last night. I am so sorry, Y/N!” She threw her arms around you, hitting your broken wrist.

“Oww,” You winced in pain, making her jump back.

“Oh my God,” She made a face, “I’m so sorry love, oh God are you okay?”

“Yeah, no I’m fine,” You nodded “Let’s just go home,”

Out of nowhere came Olivia, stopping the two of you before you reached the front door.

“Oh for fuck’s sake--” You muttered under your breath.

“Who’s this?” Olivia nodded at Kyra.

“This is my dorm mate, Kyra,”

“Oh my god is this the cop you were with? Ma’am I am so sorry, I should have checked--”

“It’s fine sweetie,” She interjected. “Really,” Then she turned her attention to you. “Aren’t you going to go say goodbye to Rafael?”

“....Why would I do that?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Oh I don’t know, in case he dies and the last thing he hears from you is some bullshit about being ‘done’ with him?” Olivia crossed her arms.

“Are you seriously trying to guilt me into going to see him?” You scoffed in disbelief. How dare she?

“I’m just saying,” She shrugged. “If you’re going to disappear on him I think he at the very least deserves a proper goodbye from you. I think you owe him that,”

“Owe him?” You scoffed. “Are you kidding me?”

“You got him kidnapped and shot Y/N, so yeah I think you owe him,” She narrowed her eyes.

“Fine,” You rolled your eyes as you stomped off towards a room you saw them take Rafael to earlier, you assumed from a surgery. You entered the room just as the doctor was leaving.

“Oh hello, I was just telling your husb--” He started to tell you.

“He’s not my husband,”

“Oh sorry, I was telling your boyfr--”

“He’s NOT my boyfriend,”

“....Right, okay well I was telling this man, that he’s pretty lucky,” The doctor finally gave up trying to guess the nature of your relationship.

“Lucky to get shot?” You rolled your eyes.

“No, he’s lucky someone pulled the bullet out of his wound before tying it up. That thing could have embedded itself within the tissue and he would have gone septic,”

“Meaning…?”

“He would have lost his leg, or died,” Your face dropped when the words came out of his mouth.

He could have died. You could have gotten him killed. Forget your well being, he didn’t deserve to die because he had the misfortune of meeting you.

“He’s lucky to have a guardian angel,” The doctor gave you a knowing look.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure guardian angels don’t get their charges shot in the first place,”

“Don’t listen to her,” Rafael’s voice came from behind the two of you. “She is my angel,”

“He’s hopped up on pain meds,” You pointed out his amorous statement.

“....I wouldn’t be so sure,” He walked out with a smile. You rolled your eyes once again but moved closer to Rafael’s bed. You went to take his hands, but you thought better of it. You didn’t want to make this any harder.

“I’m glad you stayed,” He decided to hold your hands himself, but you pulled away.

“I stayed because I was getting this treated,” You presented your wrist. “And now I’m leaving with my dorm mate. But Olivia said I ‘owe’ you a goodbye so--”

“You ‘owe' me?” He snorted sarcastically. “God I love Olivia, but she’s so--”

“Bitchy?” You half laughed.

“Overprotective,” He corrected you.

“Well, I’m sure you guys can protect each other from now on, without me getting you shot,”

“You didn’t get me--”

“Yeah but I did though,” You cut him off. “If you had never met me, Lewis wouldn’t have cared about hurting you,”

“I’m pretty sure he would have wanted to anyway, he only showed up to my office to find out information about me,” He pointed out.

“Well, whatever,” You waved away his absolutions. “It happened, and I’m sorry,”

“You don’t have to be--”

“I don’t care, Rafael. Just-- just let me apologize, let me feel guilty. Just take care of yourself, okay?” You started to back away from his bed.

“I’d rather you take care of me,”

“Yeah well,” You ran your fingers through your hair. “That’s too bad, because I’m leaving here and I’m not looking back,” You turned to leave.

“So I’ll see you Monday,” You could hear the smirk in his voice. He really wasn’t getting this.

“No, you won’t,” You sighed. “I told Rita I’m resigning from my position,”

“Because of me?” He cocked his head to the side like a puppy dog.

“Because I was just held hostage by my abusive husband and I’m pretty traumatized by it, Rafael! I think I deserve a bit of fucking time to….collect myself,” You tried to find a word for ‘keep your sanity’,”

“You’re not ‘collecting yourself’, you’re running,” He challenged you.

“Excuse the fuck out of you,” Your eyes filled with flames. “I am NOT running--”

“Yes you are!” He interjected angrily. “When something bad happens to you, you can’t deal with it so you just run,”

“You absolutely completely insensitive narcissistic prick,” You growled. “How dare you fucking say that to me! After everything I told you, after everything you know I went through with Lewis,”

“Alright that may have been--,”

“See this?” You referenced his cold tactic trying to get you to stay with him. “This is why I’m leaving. You bit back tears even harder.

“What?” He asked you with furrowed eyebrows.

“Rafael I have--” You searched for the words. “...Had feelings for you, for a long time now,” You took a deep breath, refusing to break down now. You had gotten this far, just say your piece and leave.

“But you,” You shook your head with a dry laugh. “You didn’t even see me, not until I was finally something you wanted to look at,”

“That’s not fair--”

“YES, it is!” You weren’t letting him win this. “That's exactly what happened!”

“Not, not really--”

“Yes, really,” You finally couldn’t hold back the tears overflowing from your pupils. “You think you have these ‘feelings’ for me, and it’s completely superficial!”

“....But it doesn't have to be,” He finally conceded that he really didn’t know anything about you, except that you were adorably awkward and looked great in his shirt. “Not if we get to know each other,”

“I don’t want to get to know each other, because I already know you,” You shook your head, looking at the floor. You couldn’t look in his eyes right now, you knew you’d cave.

“No you don’t. You have just as superficial feelings for me that I have for you,” He argued.

“I know what I need to know about you to know I don’t want to know any more,” You bit back.

“That is so--”

“I don’t care what it is!” You did your best not to scream at him but you were fighting a losing battle.

He was right, you didn’t really know anything about him besides he knew how to work a suit, smelled amazing, and was a great kisser. But he flipped so easily on you, and the fact remained that he did only notice you once you were parading yourself half naked. You had to get out of here before you betrayed yourself.

“I-- I made my decision, and if you care anything about me like you claim to, then you’ll just leave me the hell alone,” You reached for the door, tears dripping down your face.

“...Okay,” He finally conceded, looking down at his blanket. Tears filled his eyes now. He knew you were right, if he really cared about you he’d stop causing you pain.

“Okay,” You nodded again before walking out the door, leaving Rafael alone.

“Let’s go,” You told Kyra while you wiped away your tears and kept walking before she could answer.

“What happened?” She asked you as she tried keeping up with you, but you were on a mission to get the hell out of there.

“Nothing,” You mumbled, really not wanting to talk about it.

“...Wasn’t that the guy you’ve had a crush on for months?” Kyra asked while glancing back towards the hospital.

“No...yes...maybe,” You shook your head but refused to stop walking.

“So why did you tell him you never wanted to see him again?!”

“Because...it’s...it’s complicated, Kyra,”

“You know,” She finally grabbed your shoulder, preventing you from walking any further. “Nothing worth having is simple,”

“Thank you, Nostradamus,”

“I just...don’t want to see you unhappy, Y/N,” She gave you a sad look.

“I appreciate it, Kyra,” You threw an arm over her shoulder. “You’re a good friend,”

Despite Kyra’s advice, you kept true to your word. You quit Rita’s job, to which she completely understood and still wrote you a glowing recommendation to use wherever you applied after law school. You kept your head in the books for the rest of your law school career, graduating in the top 2% of your class. Soon after that, you had several of the most prestigious law firms banging at your door to come work for them. You asked Kyra to move into the penthouse with you after you graduated so you weren’t alone in that big place all by yourself. And the cats of course.

You had everything you ever wanted, everything you worked so hard for. Everything you never thought was possible when you were living in fear of your life every night. Your life was perfect.

So why did it feel like something was missing?

[dat-town]

catch me if you can

Characters: Eric & You

Genre: fluff, comedy

Setting: spy au, gang au

Summary: Eric Sohn got the mission to catch you but you always managed to slip through his fingers. Little does he know: rather than him catching you, he would get stuck into your web.

Words: 3.3k

For @lily-blue​. See? I warned you I’d write you something with this Eric. You’re welcome. (Don’t worry he’s cute because I know you’re a sucker for his cuteness.)

Inspired by the Chase promotions and Eric’s rap in The Stealer: “Is it an addiction? You’re not an easy mission. Losin’ my mind. The fire’s ignited and I run to catch you.”

Eric Sohn would have liked to think he was no fool. Yet, you made him feel like one.

He stood flabbergasted at the dead end having no idea where you had gone when he was clearly chasing you close enough, this time almost catching you. But you slipped through his fingers. Again. The boy ruffled his hair in frustration and groaned in his annoyance, knowing all too well the teasing he would get from his team mates for going back to the headquarters empty handed. Again. He had been put on the task of retrieving you for weeks now and the closest he got to you was to see your cheeky smile and triumphant looks before disappearing. He started calling you Black Widow in his head. That way it hurt his pride less. You were just that good.

Eric sighed in defeat and after looking around in the dirty alley he indeed turned back to go back to the HQ where he could already feel Sunwoo’s curious eyes on him as soon as he stepped inside. That meant that Haknyeon, their IT guy who monitored his movements, didn’t tell about his failure yet.

“What’s with the long face?” Sangyeon patted their youngest on the shoulder when he walked past, oblivious to the elephant in the room that Eric didn’t want to be reminded of.

“That girl from Alpha got away again, I guess~” Sunwoo singsonged and grimaced childishly when Eric’s nose scrunched up and lifted a hand threatening to hit him. Friendly competition was an everyday occurrence at their base but sometimes Eric really hated how Sunwoo, only a few (okay, more than like six) months older than him, managed to do everything perfectly on the first try.

“Ah, is this the girl whose know-how would be crucial in order to take Alpha down?” the senior agent asked since he managed a different team with different missions this time around. Eric pouted as he nodded, admitting that his lack of professionalism held back the whole team.

His so-called Black Widow used to be a member of Alpha but a few weeks back, just before he got his newest mission, she went stray. It looked as if she was running away but not from the police but from her own gang. She was considered a traitor which would have come handy for their agency in order to deal with Alpha if they could use her knowledge about her previous team.

“You got this,” Juyeon told him kindly, encouraging but it didn’t really lift the boy’s mood. It was easy for Juyeon to say with his wide shoulders, long legs and piercing look, he was one of Cre.Ker’s top agents. When could he ever?

“Yeah, we still have time. Maybe you should approach her differently? It seems like she knows our usual tactic,” Sangyeon mused out loud and the boy nodded, agreeing. Maybe he should have changed his strategy, he just didn’t know how. But he was determined, so he didn’t give up.

Okay, so Eric’s usual tactic was to lunch onto the scene as soon as Haknyeon let him know that he spotted you somewhere. He wore all black to dissolve into the shadows more easily. He had his earpiece in and everything ready for work, so maybe that was the problem: he was being way too obvious. Aish, of course, you knew you were being tailed. So this time around he tried to take a step forward, to get ahead of you: he wandered around the neighbourhood where you usually hang out hoping to catch a glimpse of you while you wouldn’t spot him. So he didn’t wear his usual baseball cap, nor the black turtleneck, instead he opted for a printed sleeveless shirt, a leather jacket and skinny jeans. Something casual but sexy enough to not be the odd one out in the clubbing area of Itaewon. For someone who was on run you seemed to prefer this neighbourhood, so Eric took his chance and looked around.

Everything seemed ordinary that day: teens whining when bodyguards didn’t let them inside the bars and drunken people being a bit too loud. Nothing really doubtful, so Eric was very much taken aback when he was pushed to the wall in an alley and blinking his surprise away he saw you looking at him with furious eyes.

“You don’t know when to give up, right? Don’t you think you’re being suspicious by walking around the block for the third time?” you scoffed at him and it sounded so scolding that Eric’s ears burnt red.

“Well, I still got lucky, don’t you think?” he grinned, happy that he could lure you out and using this chance, he grabbed on your wrist to turn their position around and pressed your back against the brick wall, holding your hands steady. 

“You’re ruining my incognito, you stupid, it’s not luck,” you scrowled, not happy at all, and your words made the boy furrow his eyebrows in confusion.

“What incognito? Is it because of Alpha?” he raised a brow and you rolled your eyes at him as if it should have been obvious. Well, maybe to you. For him, you were a mystery and it should have been his job to get info out of you. If you were hiding because of your ex-team, Cre.Ker’s plan would have come in handy for you, too. Working together could have been a win-win, only if you listened to him! “Look, we are not on opposite sides.”

“You’re seriously telling me that?” you asked pointedly looking at him holding you down which made him momentarily flustered and hesitant whether he should let you go or not.

“If I let you go, you would run away...”

“If you don’t, then we both might end up dead,” you hissed at him and a dumbfounded what? left his mouth before he noticed a shadow towering over you on the wall and turned around just in time to block the attacker. Or at least one of the bunch of gang members who decided to come at you with metal bars and baseball bats.

What the heck? How rude, Eric thought but before he could have joked that it wasn’t a nice way to say hello to a lady a.k.a you, you had already punched a guy in the face, so for a moment he just stood and stared, impressed. Then he realised the seriousness of the situation and that this time there won’t be a team back up, so he got to fight back these bad guys.

The two of you did well on your own but against like seven bulked up guys, it was almost impossible to get away without a scratch, not to mention you were also better at hiding and disappearing than fighting for your life, so you realised pretty quickly that it would have been wiser to break into a run. For a moment, you pondered over the thought of going alone, leaving this random guy who had kept following you in the past weeks behind but you got curious why he said you were on the same side and knowing Alpha, they would have tortured him if he didn’t manage to leave too. So, in the end, you let out a deep sigh and after kicking a guy hard in the stomach, you run to the boy, grabbing his elbow.

“Let’s go,” you panted and ran into a sprint, Eric following you a moment late.

The two of you were running like crazy, chased by the big guys through the Itaewon crowd. In a way it made your job easy because it was easier to blend in but also harder since there was a higher chance someone would tell where you went. You couldn’t run forever though, you needed a hideout, you knew that, so you made the decision in a split second turning unexpectedly right and then instead of running forward, you pulled the boy behind you into the first building that was there, crouching down to hide from the thugs running along.

You waited for a few moments before standing up, straightening your back and looking around only to find curious eyes on your figure. You elbowed the agent in the side to turn around as you awkwardly bowed towards the receptionist of a motel or so it seemed.

“Would you like to get a room? Or do you maybe need me to call the police?” The woman looked at your duo in suspicion already reaching for the phone on the counter.

“No need. We… we will take a room,” Eric stepped forward. He wanted to talk with you anyways, at least this way he would have a proper place to do so, without anyone eavesdropping. He glanced at you, a part of him expecting you to protest but instead you stepped forward.

“Please if my brothers come and ask about me, don’t let them know,” you dropped your voice and slid more than enough cash to the lady at the counter. If she noticed how wide Eric’s eyes had gotten, she didn’t comment on it and just gave you a key for the room in the very back. From the way his muscles get tense, you could tell the boy didn’t expect you to half-hug him to keep on the act but he swung an arm around your shoulder quickly and laughed it off when you shoved him off as soon as the door shut closed behind you.

“The fight you put up back there was impressive,” he hummed and you found it amazing that he was so casual and open about it. You rarely got compliments like this one from guys. They were too busy trying to impress you.

“I just know how to live in this harsh world,” you shrugged and shut the blinds closed after staring out of the window for a short minute.

“Bad childhood?” The agent questioned you which left a bitter taste in your mouth. It wasn’t a fresh wound but still.

“Fucked up life.” A scoff left your throat as you looked him in the eyes. He got pretty ones, like melted chocolate, it made you muse for a moment too long before the cruel words slipped through your lips:  “You wanna know why I left Alpha? Well, I didn’t really have a choice. They want me dead. That’s just the cherry on top.”

The laughter that you forced out was a dry one but the guy at least attempted a smile. The gesture froze onto his pale features though when he moved his arm and you heard him hiss when he shrugged his jacket off him. You might have made a comment on not being interested in his biceps if you didn’t notice the huge lilac bruise blooming on one of his shoulders. It looked like he crashed into the wall pretty damn hard.

“You got hurt because of me,” you pointed out, apology in your voice even though you knew he wasn’t your responsibility.

“It was my decision to follow you around,” he shook his head observing the injury like a kid blinking at the torn skin after falling.

“Still,” you huffed and walked into the small motel room’s even smaller fridge and pulled out the ice pack to toss it over the guy. Lucky for him his reflexes were good enough to catch it before landing. After a moment of silence watching him apply pressure on the bruise with a grimace you called for his attention with a question. “What’s your name?”

“Eric,” he answered too quickly, too easy. You clicked your tongue.

“The real one.”

The guy, Eric or whoever, cracked a mischievous smile at that.

“It’s as real as it can get. My Korean name is Sohn Youngjae if that’s what you’re curious about,” he said and the tone of his voice sounded genuine, though it could be a well made up lie that he used for a long time. Sohn Youngjae, codename: Eric, you made a mental note to yourself to not forget it in case you needed the info later on.

“Who are you working for?” you questioned next, another tick in your mental checklist which made the boy chuckle.

“Is it an interrogation?” he raised an eyebrow playfully, his smile lacking any of the previous pain, as if he forgot so quickly that he got hurt. He sounded surprised even though your curiosity was only natural.

“You told me we aren’t on the opposite side,” you explained in a more serious tone and Eric nodded at your words. After seeing what you were capable of, it was a lot more probable that he would convince you to take their side than to take you to the HQ with force or anything like that.

“Right. I can tell you my story if you tell me yours,” he suggested and reached out with his right hand for a handshake, as if it could have sealed your deal. You stared at his calloused fingers for a moment, nibbling on your lower lip before taking his hand in yours. 

“Okay,” you said knowing fully well that there was no guarantee either of you told the truth but after all it was a game of trust.

So eventually you ended up sitting on the floor with the pillows stolen from the double bed, taking turns. You learned about Eric’s hometown and the explanation behind his English name, about how he came to Korea for an internship and ended up joining a spy agency. In exchange you told him about your shitty family, the drug and alcohol issues, how you ended up on the street at 17 and stumbled into your troubled ex. You got into Alpha because of him and for a while it wasn’t that bad, just dealing for easy money. But he’s got some serious issues, so you broke up and you wanted to leave but it wasn’t so easy. And about a month ago, you saw one of the uppermen kill someone and as a witness now you were their newest target. Too bad for them: you were too good at hiding. That even Eric admitted.

“We are planning to take them down, you know. With your help, we could,” he spoke up quietly as he turned on his side to look at you from his place on the floor. You stared back at him without blinking or avoiding his intense, honest gaze. With your experience it was hard to put your trust into anyone’s hand. It was nothing personal.

“I’m not sure I trust you enough for that yet,” you told the boy, straightforward as always. He didn’t take it to the heart, based on your observations he never did.

“Well… what can you lose?” he hummed looking you straight in the eyes and his question rendered you speechless.

You in fact didn’t have much to lose. You were on the run anyways, you had no ambition to stay in the gang work but getting involved with a spy agency? What if you ended up in jail even if you helped them? You should have earned mercy at least for your help, shouldn’t you? Or maybe it was just wishful thinking to have a fresh start, a new normal life. Though you weren’t sure what was normal anymore. You liked the adrenalin, you liked the excitement running in your veins, just not the idea of having a target on your head.

So you sealed your lips and turned onto your back, staring up at the dark ceiling as if that could have answered your questions and by the time you glanced sideways at the boy to ask about his agency, you saw him asleep. His eyes closed, pouty lips slightly apart, breathing evenly. Huh, he really trusted you to fall asleep like that. You faced him to keep an eye on him but after a while you felt dreamland pulling you into the dark as well and before you knew you fell asleep on the floor next to a boy whom you barely knew.

It was you who woke up earlier, startled by the closeness and peaceful sleeping expression of Eric. His head fell off the pillow sometime during the night and his hair was quite messy, cheeks having imprints of the carpet. It was kind of cute.

Especially when he eventually woke up and rolled away from you with wide eyes as if he was afraid of you hitting him or something. You just giggled at his antics as you sat up.

“Get up. We need to leave before sunrise,” you told him and Eric reminded you of a kitten as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and stared at you dumbfounded.

“What? We?”

“I’m saying I can help you catch the Alpha guys if I can get amnesty,” you let him know about your ultimatum and you had never seen a guy get up so fast after waking up. Eric seemed super enthusiastic and pretty giddy for a spy talking about getting rid of one of the most dangerous gangs of Seoul.

“I’m pretty sure that can be arranged,” he said, already grabbing at his leather jacket before turning to the bathroom. But before he would have stepped inside, you looked back at you, uncertain.

“Chill, I’m not going to run away,” you rolled your eyes and got ready to leave as well. The new receptionist was basically half asleep when the two of you eventually checked out, blending into the shadows of the pretty empty streets. Only a few early birds were out there which made you more nervous than crowds and it didn’t help that you had no choice but to trust Eric as you followed him through metro stations. Neither of you talked too much but you saw him on the phone texting with someone and when you eventually got into the elevator of a fancy office building, you turned to him, questioning.

“So where are we going?”

“To meet my team leader,” he explained so casually you raised a brow at him, hands on your waist, almost scolding.

“You’re taking me to the HQ? How can you trust me like that?” you called him out on his naivety but Eric had the audacity to laugh at you. His mouth pulled into a laugh as he turned to you and took a calculative step closer as you backed up until the elevator’s wall cautiously eyeing each of his movements.

“Look, you’re pretty deadly but I doubt you can take us all down in the heart of the organization but try your best if that’s your evil intention,” he smirked down at you, tilting his head, trying to seem intimidating in his big boy look with the leather jacket and you had the urge to pinch him on the shoulder just to see him flinch. But actually, you had a better idea.

“Do you want to know my most evil intention, Eric Sohn?” you whispered standing on your toes and you took your time with the pause on purpose, letting your gaze wander to his rosy lips before looking back into his chocolate eyes. “Seeing you blush again.”

Ding.

The elevator’s door opened and you whipped your head towards the office on the other side.

Crash.

Eric was too dumbfounded to see Haknyeon fall off his chair or Sunwoo stare at you with his jaw dropped while the boiling water Changmin was pouring into his mug started to overflow as all eyes were fixated on your duo. Casually as if nothing happened you patted Eric on the cheek, asking sweetly: 

“Aren’t you going to introduce us?”

You pretended not to hear one of the guys yell that Eric brought his crush to the base.

[artemuerto]

Shelby Household Manor

Pairing: Thomas Shelby/Male Reader

Trigger Warning: Intent of Kidnappin, Someone gets shot, Charlis is an Angel, Tommy is still Soft.

Author Notes: The begining scene is the reason why i even started writing part two, but after i finish it, i didn't feel like ending the whole story with such a bloody end and a bad punch line, so instead i made a bonus chapther for this story that seemed to grow by its own.  @sallyjacksontheweirdauthor you said, you would like to read more about the Shelby House.

Part One

Part Two

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Bonus

The Master

—5—

There was blood on the carpet.

There was. So. Much. Blood.

Everywhere. Everywhere he looked, he could see the vicious, sticky colour blooming around the house, the walls; there was a trail of crimson red following his steps combined with shattered glass in a path of destruction, the servant soundlessly walked, relentless, non-stopping and with only one goal in mind until he stood cold in the middle of the empty office, half seated on top of the desk while embracing a silent Charlie who refused to let him go as his tiny fists had an iron grip on his clothes.

He has never seen hell but after a night like the one they just had, the young boy had an idea, a though that maybe this was what hell looked like. Aching limbs, dry throat and broken lips, torn muscles for the continue used and a rising mind with no time for a break, for fresh air and calmness. The servant boy had only one goal in mind and with all his might he would achieved it.

The boy was able to hear the voices approaching. Loud and clear they came as the doors opened up letting through a couple of people he didn’t know, although, by the likes of it seemed as the newcomers were part of the Peaky Blinders, if he had to judge their appearances.

A double pair of eyes set on the shivering boy and started to scream at him once they recognized the quiet shape of Charlie resting in his arms.

“We found him!” One of the boys shouted at whoever was standing by the hall. However, no sense of security it came from the view, he didn’t recognize any of the faces coming toward him. “Boy—” it was cleared by now that those men didn’t knew him either and so did not trust him with having Charlie in his grasp. “You betta give me the child.” Their words were thick with hatred that the boy was not used to hear, no less in his place of work such as the Shelby Household Manor where he got accustomed to listen to Charlie’s laugh at any time of the day.

The boy was about to move when a still frighten Charlie hugged him harder and so in his need to comfort the child, the servant retracted shielding the youngest Shelby from the strangers.

“Listen ‘ere you motherfuck’r…” the Peaky boys started to close onto the servant, trapping him into the desk and by doing so sending Charlie into a frenzy of whips that sent shivers down their spines. The mere thought of their boss finding his son crying was absolute not pleasing even when the man was no way around. “Give me the child.” The tread was made and gun soon followed.

Something broke within him. Who could aim to a baby?

The servant hugged Charlie hiding the child’s face to his neck and yelled.

“Stay away from me!” The adrenaline flooding through his body was burning and busting, his sense of fight or flight was back even when his brain told him it was safe to stay with the Peaky Blinders. They were looking for Charlie after all, they would bring Charlie to his father, the servant knew that, the servant wanted to believe that; but it was, in fact, that belief that led them all to that faithful night of horrors. Someone had passed off as a Peaky boy and tried to Charlie away while his father was gone.

So, no. The young boy could not trust those man. He would not trust those man. He would fight with nails and teeth to protect Charlie until mister Shelby came for the boy.

“LISTEN YOU LIL BITCH—” The obvious threat was forgotten as the servant shot the gun he had in his trembling hand at the unknown gang member. The noise itself was enough to stir something dark and scary. He failed, the young boy was by no means good with guns, he didn’t even have a good aim when playing ball with Charles, but his message was known. If any of them came close to Charlie, they would get a bullet. The Peaky boys were not expecting such a harsh reaction, it was only a scrawny boy, bit tall for his age, with marks and bruises all over his face and disheveled clothes. What harm could the lonely boy do?

Now, they knew.

Nobody moved and Charlie had time to calm down when Arthur came in bursting into the door, his voice loud and clear with orders.

“What the fuck in going on here?” He had heard the gunshot and ran as fast as he could, fearing the worst, when a sheer of light crossed his features. Arthur recognized the darken face that was staring at him in fear and horror. Arthur knew that boy, he knew this servant.

Arthur said his name with a sweet gentleness unknown to others and ordered for the rest of the boys to lower their guns in a silent gesture.

“C’mon now, boy. You know me.” The servant was still tilting the gun at the newcomers before realizing who was talking to him. It was one of the Shelby brothers. It was one of his master’s brothers, the servant knew he could trust this man with his life such as Mister Shelby did.

“Arthur, sir.” The hint of formality even after such a hectic night and moments made Arthur laugh against his best judgement.

“Yes, boy. It’s me.” Arthur smiled looking at the servant boy while relaxing his shoulders. “Good ol’ Arthur.” The young one wanted to smile in return when Charlie turned in his arms and called for his father.

“Sir—” His frighten demeanor and worry was obvious even for the usual clueless Arthur. “Mister Shelby…” The boy didn’t need to finish his request when the oldest Shelby let him know that Tommy was on his way.

It’s alright, Charlie. It’s alright, baby. You’re ok now. You’re all good. He had said to the crying boy as he ran for their lives escaping whoever was after them. The young servant was out doing his usual runs around the manor, locking doors and checking windows when he found an open window thanks to the waving curtains that moved by the tune of the summer wind. Closing it, double checking and turning off the lights, he left and while he was about to go upstairs, he spotted an obscure figure holding a struggling Charlie. Charlie was meant to be put to sleep long hours ago, and Anna had bed him good night respectfully, so that raised a bunch of questions, starting with: Where was Anna?

Anna rested lifeless by a man’s feet.

He had run to Charlie with unknown force to himself, pure panic flood through him while imagining the worst, Charlie called for him and he knew then he wouldn’t trust that man.

Now, still standing in Mr. Shelby’s office with a nervous Arthur trying to calm him down and putting the rest of the boys to a hold while waiting for Tom.

“Tommy’s coming, Charlie.” Arthur reassured his nephew and he could see how the boy calmed after hearing about his father. Soon, shouts were heard. The distinguished voice of one and only Thomas Shelby was hard to miss, the man cried for his baby boy bearing his gun at anyone who dare to cross path with him.

“You hear that, Charlie?” The young one spoke with a tired, raspy voice catching the baby’s attention. “That’s daddy. Daddy’s coming to get you.”

The have both hid in one of the rooms. The servant fought the intruder with a fearless conviction, his need to save the youngest of the family was deep in his bones surpassing his non-existent skills or his lack of knowledge. With angry fists and sharp nails, he hit the man and scratch his face, kicked him between the legs just how mister Shelby had taught him once as he begged for Charlie to go, to hide away but the stubborn boy stood close by crying for him until the kidnapper seemed unconscious enough so they could leave together.

Charlie had whimpered against his clothes and when he went to hug the boy, he realized he was covered in blood. Not his blood, but still. Anna’s blood. The man had shot her after she had tried to elude him and by doing so saving Charlie from getting hurt, dropping him to the floor. The servant took his vest off staying in his shirt only and cleaned Charlie’s face from all trail of heaviness.

“I want daddy.” Charlie had said to him before they tried and looked for a way out. The servant could hear voices looking for them, it seemed someone had planned to attack the house while the head of the family was out doing business for the night. Tommy had left with a short smile and a warm touch Charlie still remembered, his father had promised to spent time with him on the weekend after a long week of work and he was looking forward to it. Charlie had been practicing his violin lessons by playing in front of the servants and other people in the house.

They all compliment him and Charlie only hoped his father would also like it. He had practiced hard all week until the tip of his fingers hurt.

The boy looked at the Shelby child and promised him, they would see his father. He would do everything in his power and would not stop until Charlie was with his father again.

“Don’t worry, Charlie. Daddy’s gonna come for you. Daddy will always come for you.” Little did the boy know, Tommy would search for them both in an equal fiercely need. “You’ll see daddy soon.”

Also, the young one didn’t know how close they would be to find the head of the family.

After hiding in mister Shelby’s office, the boy took the gun he knew Thomas kept in his desk and waited. The voices were long gone as guns were fired, screams and sheers of pain were heard, and an eerie calmness took over. A stillness proper of disaster was approaching and somehow he feared the worst, but what they got were waves of another Peaky Blinders lookalike right before Arthur showed up.

Arthur kept to himself imitating a guardian dog as the young servant whispered to Charlie in anticipation to meeting his father once again, the child held the comforting body of the servant before shrugging at the sound of the door bursting one more time.

Mister Shelby was a mess, to say the least, long forgotten was his pristine suit. The jacket was lost and even when his shirt was still bottom up, it was all wrinkled, the shoulder holster was visible, the shiny straps wide in the open and while his gun was still warm in his hand, the young one couldn’t help but shield Charlie’s view to the bath of blood that was his father, even for a little. Tommy was covered in blood. Both his shoulders were splashed as well as his chest. But what shocked him was mister Shelby’s face.

Thomas’ high cheeks were covered almost completely, barely any spots were left untouched; his forehead had a big stain right in the middle with moving lines that painted him as he walked and moved, the young one didn’t even fathom to imagine how mister Shelby could have gotten blood in his ears and so his lips. His piercing steel blue eyes and his red right hand supporting his warm gun was truly a sight to behold. His expression was wild and non-centered, Thomas was loosing his mind at the thought of loosing his baby boy, the only truthful memory and gift from his long lost wife. So, of course, he had butchered every single one of the people behind that disastrous plan and sent Arthur back to the manor after a tortured man told the true and how the original idea was to take Charlie from his bed that night. Only they hadn’t count with a feisty little thing who fought for Charlie with his life.

Seeing Charlie after being lost in sorrows for so long was like a waterfall of happiness had bath him in peace. His baby boy seemed held together and in one piece, sheltered between protective arms that refuse to leave him alone even after Tom was in the room.

Thomas stood near the door, he could see and hear how the fearful boy whispered to his baby trying to calm him and easily managed to do so. Charlie trusted the boy holding him and so Tommy’s heart was set. Mister Shelby gave Arthur his gun and walked pass him reaching for his son, only to be shock by a sense of cold surprise as the servant dodge him in terror. Tommy felt denied, he felt rejected and almost screamed in need to hold his son and take it away from any harm but soon understood that his baby was in no danger as Charlie melted in the boy’s embrace.

The young one kept whispering slowly not really realizing mister Shelby was in the room, his brain was high-wired in horror, and the only reason he was still in place was because he knew Arthur was close by and the man wouldn’t let anything happen to them. Tommy cleaned his hands and half kneeled trying to relax, showing the boy he had nothing to be scared for; tilting his head to a side, Tommy called the boy by his name like so little times he had done in the past.

The ring of his name awaken him from his lethargic stupor and in his eyes was clear the surprise to be so close to his master. The servant boy straightened his back and met his master eyes with a pinch of uneasiness, as if fearing he had failed mister Shelby and so, the man would be mad in any way. Thou, he had.  He had failed to keep the house safe even with the non-spoken protection of the Peaky Blinders, enemies had managed to enter the house and were almost successful in taking Charlie away from them, away from his family. He had failed Tommy and Charlie almost suffered from it. The boy was about to cry.

Tommy could see the boy’s distress even for moments he thought it was caused by something else. His house was a disaster, chaos and violence was a path he knew very well but had worked so damn hard to keep his son apart form and even the ones that lived with him at the manor. Now, he could see he had been sloppy, Tommy thought by now people would not try and threaten his family, his family name had a price, a status, a terrifying power that only fools would try to break; and there were fools who had tried, he could see it now. Having a couple of Peaky Blinders posting as guards hadn’t been enough for the night and his family had suffered the price for his lack of meticulousness, but no more. He was home now and he would make it all alright.

“Little one…” He called one more time and finally had a reaction from the boy. Tommy could see the boy trembling harder than leaves in winter and with each passing second where he detailed the younger’s appearance, he could see trails of anger, violence and hatred all over his body. His boy lacked his usual clothes and noticed Charlie was missing clothes also, his boy’s hands that still grasped onto Charlie with almost paternal feistiness were splotched with blood being washed away from past struggles. His hair was all over the place but it served a purposed to show him how much his servant had been rough out. His boy had a black eye, cuts all over his face and a nurturing bruise on one of his cheeks, blossoming marks around his neck with a split lip that had stopped bleeding a while back and it only made Tommy ached. Ached for not being there and staying to protect what mattered to him, to keep and safe from harm everything that was important to him. Tommy moved narrowly so after the boy shifted to show his body and his son.

“Mister Shelby…” His voice was low and raspy, missing every little tint of happiness Tommy learnt to love with time. Charlie jumped from his arms to his father with need and shame, the baby started crying; Charlie had been so brave, stood still in silence and seemly unfazed waited for the moment he was reunited with Tom. “They killed her, sir.” The boy mentioned Anna with hollow eyes and Thomas remembered the cold body laying by the stairs lamenting his boys had to be witness of something like that; they had to take care of her family and give a proper burrier. The younger one felt finally at ease and about to give the man a smile he was when his legs failed him after all and almost fell back.

Tommy reached out for him and the boy calmed his nerves by smiling openly with an unknown warmth. That’s it until his senses fully recovered and the realization of his actions hit him harder than a brick. He had shot one of the Peaky Blinders, he had almost killed someone and doesn’t even want to start asking what was about the man he left unconscious in the living room, but yes, he had fired a gun and there was a mark on the floor.  

“Mister Shelby,” the concern was clear as air. There was a gunshot on the floor. And so much blood everywhere. “I’m sorry…” Tommy arched an eyebrow unsure of what would leave his servant’s lips. “There’s blood on the carpets.”

The head of the Shelby family laughed wholeheartedly after so long.

“Sweetheart, you just save my son. I don’t care about the bloody carpets.”

—6—

Tommy played dead. Charlie was resting in his arms as the boy refused to leave his father sight and protective embrace, so the father didn’t want to disrupt his baby’s sleep even when his own mind was thinking, planning and webbing; Charlie curled into his chest and in a mere thought Tommy held him by placing a careful hand on top of his head.

“Daddy,” Charlie still spoke in whispers and low murmurs as in fearing he would be heard and someone would finally come to get him away from home.

“Yes, love?” Tommy kissed his son’s forehead and started at him, letting him know he had his whole attention.

“Can we go?” Where? Tommy wanted to ask but with one look at his son, he knew where the boy longed to be at those moments, even after that long day and tiresome hours, even resting assure in his father’s arms, Charlie still worried for the young boy who kept him safe all this time.

The knock on his door startled him making the boy jump only remaining calm when the known figure of a sleepy Charlie was able to his eyes.

“Charlie? What are you—” his half question wasn’t answer when he saw Tommy going into his room following the steps of his son who had him by the hand. “Mister Shelby!” With a gesture Tommy let him stayed in his sit, half laying on the bed.

The servant didn’t have time to focus on the bizarre feeling that was having his boss in his room when Charlie asked if they could sleep with him that night. “You, what?” Tommy hid an amuse smirk and let Charlie asked for what he wanted that moment.

“Can we sleep here tonight?” The boy was so confused as to why the poor boy wanted to be with him at those hours, he had his father after all, why go for him? “I’m scared someone will take you away.” Charlie confessed after a while and the young servant felt his heart breaking; Charlie had lost so much already; he didn’t want for more people to leave his life.

“It’s alright, love. You can stay here.” Unknown to the servant was how mister Shelby called his son in private but it was a pleasant surprise for Tommy to discover, they both called Charlie the same to reassure him their love and affection. Charlie jumped to the bed and hid under the covers trapping the young one to the wall, only to reappear when he realized his father wasn’t there with him.

“Dad?” Now was the time for the young boy to look mortified while mister Shelby look his old impassive self, as if his own son inviting him to another’s bed was the normal thing to do.

“You go to sleep, Charlie.” Tommy sat near the bed and lighted a cigarette, flicking the light in front of his eyes. He stayed with his back to the wall watching as mister Shelby smoked slowly, dragging every breath and enjoying the peace and quiet. When Tom didn’t say anything else, the boy awkwardly went back to bed, joining Charlie between the sheets; with his head on the pillow, the three of them shared a moment in silent.

Charlie fell asleep short after, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up with him and the Shelby boy drifted away in dreams with sweet gurgling, holding onto the servant with a hand. The young one played with Charlie’s hair until he felt the baby stopped being worried and was left to rest.

He felt himself falling asleep with the combined scent of diluted Tabaco and the passing cologne of Tommy with the dying spark of the cigar that slowly began to be extinguished, by then, Tommy sat on the edge of the bed and placed a hand on his servant boy’s hair.

“Sleep now, little one.” Tommy began to played with his hair imitating what he had done for Charlie hours prior. “You’re safe now, so sleep.”

“Thank you, sir.” He was so grateful for his master, for showing he cared, he appreciated all of them and every person working for him, but specially those taking care of his family. “Thank you.”

Thank you for coming back for me.

[spotofimagines]

About Time ~ Calum Chambers

A/N: I don’t know when this is set, I just made up a match scenario so don’t go looking for details! This is for @footballffbarbiex​‘s writing challenge based off tv and film (go check it out, it’s lasting all year!). I watched Harry Potter recently so took vague inspo from Neville and Harry about halfway into this scene. Also, a moment of silence to remember Cal’s awful cat drawing.... Enjoy :)

Warnings: injury but no detail - reader is female

Summary: Winning a match in that sort of fashion will give Calum the confidence boost with you he’s been waiting for.

It was the biggest win of the season. A trophy win. A derby win. A penalty and a 30-yard screamer scored by the strikers for the team. A match saving tackle by the man of the hour. It was a big win alright.

Calum had gone down pretty hard from that tackle late on in the match and stumbled about for the last couple minutes of extra time. To keep the story short, his knee was well and truly busted up, but by god was he going to celebrate this win with his teammates.

When the hugging and jumping was over and the physio had dragged him to get sorted out properly, Calum had his mind set on one person and one person only. You. He wanted to find you in this moment like he wanted little else in his life. A congratulations from his friend was ready and waiting, but given the 90 minutes he’d just played and the confidence coursing through him, he’d had a slight change to that set of plans.

He’d tried a few times already to do what he was going to do today but he had always chickened out before he would, too scared to see anything change between you for the worse. But as he steamed through the halls of the Emirates, feet travelling without being told to, he didn’t even think once about the consequences. He was going to do this and he was going to do this now.

Speeding slightly too fast round a corner, Calum had become the focus of someone else.

“Cal, you alright?” Rob stuck his hand out to the side to catch Calum’s arm and attention at the sight of him darting his eyes around like a meerkat.

“Never better. I feel like I can spit fire.” Adrenaline was still running through Calum like crazy. There wouldn’t be anything in the world that could stop him now. Or at least for the next few minutes or so, before the joy of the win will wash away a bit and the proper pain of his injury will set in. But until then, he was a man on a mission whilst he knew it was something he could actually do instead of backing out like the last times.

“You haven’t seen Y/N have you?” The excited smile on his face shone inquisitively as he asked his friend the question, in dire need to find you as soon as possible.

“Y/N?” Rob repeated a little confused, slightly shaking his head no. What could be so urgent that he would be this desperate to find his best friend? “Why-”

“I’m mad for her. Think it’s about time I told her.”

Rob could barely register getting interrupted before he was watching Calum jog off down the corridor, a happy-go-lucky grin on his face that told Rob he really couldn’t care what else was going on in the stadium, with the fans, with the players, with anyone. It was only you. He had to find you.

Turning back around to his girlfriend, Rob just raised his eyebrows with a laugh and shook his head. “He’s done it. He’s finally lost it.”

Calum just kept searching for you amongst the miriade of people in the corridors. His knee was starting to burn a bit again, and he knew the physio would kill him if they found out he’d been jogging around.

But then he turned the corner, and he saw you, and the thought jumped right out of his mind. It felt like everything stopped for a moment; like there weren’t so many people around anymore, like all the oxygen left the air, like there was nothing or no one he’d ever wanted to come across more. He knew he was being a little silly - after all you were just stood leaning against the wall on your phone - yet it seemed like he was back at that stupid art museum a month back when he first tried to tell you his feelings because god, you looked out of this world. And all you were doing was standing there.

There was a fire in his heart he didn’t have a month ago that was willing him on now to sack it all off and get it over with. And there was a fire burning in his knee that was getting worse the longer he stayed still.

So he moved. He walked toward you, intent in every step and all focus on anything else completely lost to the background. He wasn’t going to stop himself - he didn’t want to stop himself - so he didn’t. He just kept walking until the clacking of his boots against the hard floor made you peer up over your phone.

There was an unmissable splendour in his eyes that bore into yours as you slipped you phone into you pocket with a greeting smile. You hadn’t expected to see him so soon after the match and you were on the verge of asking what had brought him to you so soon as you held your hands out, prepared for a giant bone-crushing hug from him you’d grown accustomed to.

Before you could get your mouth to say words and before you could wrap your arms around him, Calum’s hands dived straight to either side of your jaw and pushed your lips on his. Your hands landed on his waist lightly as his warm hands tilted your head up a touch so he could kiss you just that little bit deeper. If this was only happening once, it was going to be perfect.

He felt your lips start to kiss him back after the sudden shock of him on you sauntered away and he smiled to himself at the way it felt to experience this. There had been far too much time between when he first caught a crush on you and when the moment to do something about it had finally arrived.

Calum pulled away before too long and rested his forehead on yours with his eyes still closed. A breathy laugh fell from his mouth as it couldn’t help but curve into a smile. You couldn’t quite find the words you wanted to say, or any words at all for that matter, so you just gently squeezed his sides to cover up your silent spluttering that he couldn’t even see nor notice.

He slipped his hands down to your neck as he moved his head back to look at your face properly. His hair was still a little sweaty and he was definintely out of breath but his eyes gleamed as bright as his grin. He took a deep breath and tried to compose himself now that he was close up to the beautiful girl he yearned to see five minutes ago. It felt just like a dream to be in a moment like this.

Except you weren’t quite smiling like he was. And now he’s realising there are people around you. And he’s still wearing his dirty kit. And his knee is definitely going to need another check by the physio from the heat that’s searing through it. His heart is still in dreamland and his smile is still etched on his face, but his brain just dropped back to earth and hit the ground. Luckily for Calum though, he never has favoured his mind over his mood.

He watched your eyes for a second and took another breath whilst his thumb started moving up and down along your jaw. “Mate, I am sorry if that was way off what you thought of me, but I’ve been waiting to do that for a while. And I know I ain’t thinking straight right now with that win and my knee is making me go doo-lally mental, probably not the best idea to run round half the bloody stadium for you, but I needed to do that.” He sighed as all his words tumbled out of him. “I just needed to do that...”

Your eyes never left his for a second, and you hoped he had some sort of super mind-reading powers hidden in him somewhere so he could know what you felt, because your mouth was trailing years behind your brain. You wanted to tell him how right it felt, how often you’d imagined his lips on yours, how much you wanted it to happen too. But your stammering wouldn’t let you. You were counting your lucky stars that winning this trophy had washed him in so much exhileration that he hadn’t noticed your prolonged reaction, or at least he hadn’t done anything about it.

He was hopped up on the sugar of you and you were so shocked by his sudden actions that your hardwire system shut down.

His body shifted under the palms of your hands and he was about to take a step backwards away from you when your snaked your arms around his torso to stay close to him. “Well mate,” you teased, tilting your head to keep looking up at him directly with a smirk, “whatever you seem need, it works for me.”

He scoffed a laugh at the words that you managed to say and mockingly rolled his eyes at you as you giggled. Those bright blue eyes hadn’t lost a single spark since he saw you a minute ago and they didn’t look keen to be dimming any time soon either.

Calum just pulled you closer to him again for another kiss, this time shorter, and sweeter, and less system-knocking. This time it was Calum. This time it certainly wasn’t a dream.

The thumb on your jaw moved along your skin a couple more times when you looked back at each other, you smiles carved in stone on your faces. His fingers trailed over your shoulders and down your arms until his right hand found solace linked together with yours. You simply watched him, how his shoulders stood tall over you but weren’t wound as tightly as before.

When your eyes met his once more, he suddenly dropped his effervesant smile and furrowed his brows. “I’m being serious now though. If I don’t get this knee looked at in the next 30 seconds, I’ll be chopping it off.” You chuckled as his complaint and secured your hand in his before nudging his arm forward to get him to start walking back to where he’d come from.

“Oi, don’t laugh, it could be fatal! I could be facing life on bed rest for my heroics today.” As hard as Calum tried to make his words sound convincing, the cheeky grin fighting it’s way onto his face sold him out. Every time.

“Alright, superman,” it was your turn to roll your eyes as you placed your other hand on his arm whilst you walked nestled against him, “let’s get you checked on so you can fly me back home.”

[inessencedevided]

The Untamed, episode 35 - watching notes

Jin Ling just freed wwx for ... whatever reason. Wwx thanked him by knocking him out ... for whatever reason. Just so we all now where we're at right now ;)

Btw, I assigned wwx and lwj their own heart-colours for no goddamn reason other than boredom. Wwx is 🖤 and lwj is 💙

Aww, jiang Cheng has never hit Jin ling. At least that hasn't changed yet. He's all "tough love" in theory, but really, he never acts on his threats.

Speaking of Jin Ling: I feel like he tries really hard to emulate his uncle, but doesn't have the trauma to back that grumpy attitude up, so it just comes off as bitchy :D

Staring at your bro as he's standing on a britch, bathed in moonlight, the water facing shadows on his perfect hair ... you're so dreamy ... bro

You know why he's sticking with you, wwx?

Seriously though? Their love is one of the healthiest I have seen in any story in a long time. I'm sure others have already written meta posts about it that go way deeper and are way more well thought out than anything I could say at this point, but still ... at no point in the story so far (except maybe when wwx jumped off that cliff, but I'd say those were extraordinary circumstances) did they ask something off each other that they weren't willing to give. Wwx may have wanted lwj to stay and stand with him when he saved the Wens, but he accepted lwj's decision without question and didn't hold a grudge when they saw each other again, quite the opposite. And lwj? He was worried about wwx choosing the demonic path for what it would do to him, but he let him make his decisions anyway. The point is, their individual lives and the decisions they had to make, independent of each other, let them apart. But when fate made their paths cross again, they were right there, ready to lend a hand without question.

Their only flaw as a couple is that they are too goddamn emotionally damaged and/or closed-off to properly communicate their goddamn feelings ...

But I'm still not through with the show, so who knows, maybe I just wrote some bullshit 😅

Oh, I forgot the leg curse!

Quick! Get Snape! He'll fix you (for about a year)

Awww ... lan Wangji remembers how wwx wanted to carry him on his back and wwx doesn't 😭😭😭

The look on his face :(

Who would have thought that one day, wwx would be the one to reject physical contact, while lwj insists on it ...

This scene makes me weirdly emotional and I don't know why! 😭

No, I know why ... because wwx has learned not to ask for or expect help from anyone since these first days of them knowing each other and here lwj is, offering it anyway :')

Never has a piggyback ride been so romantic :D

Nie Huaisang!!!

His vocabulary seems to have shrunk to a single sentence

Lwj even readily gives wwx liquor ... 😱

You know who wwx reminds me of when he's in detective mode?

Okay okay lwj, you don't have to support his alcoholism quite as much

So Nie Huaisang just implied that he has some sympathies left for wwx 🥰

Than again ... that might be because their clan doesn't practice what the other sets would consider proper cultivation either, right? I get why wwx would scoff at that

I gotta ask: why, WHY would you become a grave robber in a world where seemingly every second dead person comes back to habit people???

That's just dumb

The flashback. Gosh ...

Is this a role reversal au? Now it's wwx who won't let lwj undress him to look at his wounds

Lwj's smile when they're playing together!!! 😭😭😭

Poor Nie Huaisang. He just wants to collect his Fans and have his ancestral burial grounds not repeatedly demolished by cultivators

*stressed fan waving increases*

Oh no

The fuck?

Is this was qui deviation looks like? 😱

Poor Nie Huaisang 😔💔

Okay so, the central question rn is: who killed nie Mingjue?

Jin Guangyao was there ... I have a suspect 🧐

Oh not again! (With the framing wwx)

I wonder if Nie Huaisang did recognize wwx after all. I'd be surprised if he didn't

How did lwj recognize him? Should I rewatch the first 2 episodes?

The same wine house they've been to before and this time it's lwj who "drags" wax into it. At this point, I'm pretty sure these parallels are intentional

Oh nice, wwx agrees with me :D

Wait ... is this ... because wwx's memory is somewhat lacking and lwj wants to refresh it ... if so, I'm sad now 😥

Oooohhh! They're talking about Xue Yang! When was that episode 6 or 7 or something? They expect me to remember that? 🙈

Oh so Xie Yang changed allegiance from the wen clan to the Jin clan. Why am I not surprised?

No ... what happened to Xiao Xingchen and Song lan? 😥

Did lwj just take a shot???? 😱😱😱😱😱

Ha! That's gonna be interesting next episode :D

You know what I liked most about this episode? Lan Wangji was so obviously happy!! (Maybe aside from the last scene) For him, the things he did this ep were practically bouncing around with glee. It warmed my heart 💙🥰