#can't wait for the next chapter either sweetie

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omfg my ass has been sick and dead in bed for a fucking weeeeeek. i wanna get better and write my fucking eveeeEEEEENT🙄😭

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Answer My Call Chapter 2 Part 2

Happy WIP Wednesday! So last week, we had a tie between Bring Me Home and Answer My Call. The tie breaker didn't come in until Monday after I'd already finished the entire Bring Me Home chapter and half the Answer My Call one.

So y'all will be getting two fic upates today then I'm going to sleep. I'm tired after a full day of work with a call out. XP

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Story Summary: Jazz, Sam, and Tucker manage to help Danny escape the GIW, but they can't follow him and are under too much surveillance to communicate with each other. Sam snuck Danny a phone as he ran and Jazz sends him a text every day, hoping to hear he is all right. But he's not the one getting the texts.

Jason was away for several months on a mission with the Outlaws. When he finally returns home, he is surprised to find dozens of messages from an unknown number begging a Danny to tell her he's okay. Looks like there's not going to be a break between missions this time around.

Chapter 1: AO3 (user locked), Tumblr

Chapter 2: Part 1

Word Count: 1.3k

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After the performances—an odd mix where the main band yielded the stage to a poet or an accordionist when they needed a break—Jazz and Todd continued to mingle.

Jazz waited until about fifteen minutes had passed before reaching into her bag to search for her phone. “Todd!” she cried.

“Jazz? What’s wrong?”

“I can’t find my phone! Shit, what time is it?”

Todd pulled out his. “Eleven fifty. Did you have it when we arrived?”

“I don’t know! I haven’t checked it. Where could it have gone?”

One of the other attendees broke into the conversation. “Lost your phone? What does it look like? We can help you look.” She was a woman in her forties or fifties. Next to her was another woman who nodded her agreement.

“Thank you, that’d be great.” It didn’t take much effort to bring tears to her eyes—all she had to do was remember that Danny was still missing. “It’s a Samsung in an unfortunately standard black case. The lock screen has picture of and my brother. My name’s Jazz, by the way. And this is Todd.”

“I’m Mel and this is my wife Jayden. I’m sure we’ll find your phone soon enough.” Then, in a voice loud enough to cut through the chatter, “Oi! Anyone see an unattended phone lying around? Jazz here misplaced hers?”

Even Mel, though, had to admit defeat after half an hour of searching through the entire apartment yielded nothing.

Jazz sat down on the floor and let herself cry. “And by now we’ve missed the last train. I’m sorry, Todd. What a disaster.”

“Hey, no. None of that, now. Tonight’s been a blast. This sucks for sure, but I can get us an uber or something—”

“How far are you kids going?” asked Jayden.

“Too far,” cried Jazz. “I live out of the city. Parked at Alewife and took the red line in.”

Jayden winced. “Well, we parked nearby. Is there somewhere close we can drive you?”

Jazz blinked up at them. “You’d do that?” She turned to Todd. “I just want to go to sleep. Is there a motel nearby we could stay at?”

Todd pulled out his phone and searched. “Looks like there’s a Holiday inn just down the street or a La Quinta that’s a little cheaper just a bit further out.” He smiled ruefully at the women who’d been helping them. “If you could get us to either place, we’d be more than grateful.”

One of the residents, an older man named Rob, took a seat next to them. “Hey, kiddo. What’s your email? We can contact you if anyone finds it.”

Jazz smiled at him gratefully and gave it. If it wasn’t so necessary, she’d feel bad for lying to and worrying all these people. But they were in so much danger. To the women, she said, “Would the La Quinta be too far out of the way? If I end up having to get a new phone, I’d like to save as much money as possible. Thank God I still have my wallet.”

“Sweetie, it’s totally fine,” assured Mel. “We’d take you all the way home if we didn’t live on the opposite side of the city.”

“Thank you, but that’s really okay. I just want to go to bed and worry about it tomorrow.”

“Come on, dear.” Mel reached out a hand to help Jazz up. “Let’s get you cleaned up then we’ll be on our way.”

Jazz thanked Rob for his help before Mel led her towards the bathroom with an arm around her shoulder.

Less than forty minutes later, Todd and Jazz were alone in a hotel room together. She pulled the blinds shut and finally let herself relax.

When she turned back to the room, Todd was looking at her with one eyebrow raised. “Want to explain to me what all of”—he threw out his hands—“that was about?”

Jazz glared back at him. “You didn’t tell me you died! Damn it, if I’d known in advance—!” she cut herself off and took a deep breath. “Never mind. What’s done is done.”

Todd was deadly still. “How do you know that?”

Jazz threw her hands in the air. “It’s obvious to anyone who knows how to tell. Including the Guys in White who I told you are dangerous to ghosts and liminals! I had plans for what I’d say when they found us, but those won’t work if you’re dead!”

“Wait.” Todd held up his hands. “You’re saying I can be persecuted under those Anti-Ecto acts?”

“Yes! You’re more ghostly than me, and I am watched every minute of every day.”

Todd narrowed his eyes and stared at her for a moment before asking, “Have you heard of Lazarus Water or had any dealings with the League of Assassins?”

“No! I have no idea what you’re talking about. Quit changing the subject. My brother is the only thing that matters and you and Red Robin promised to help me find him.”

“That’s what I’m trying to do!” Jason’s eyes flashed green, and Jazz glared right back at him. “The League of Assassins are the ones who brought me back to life with Lazarus Water. I need to know if you and your brother are mixed up with them because that would change our approach. If it’s a rogue government agency, that’s one thing. If it’s also the league, we’ve got a whole set of other problems.”

Jazz sat down heavily on one of the bed. “Oh. Sorry, I didn’t— It’s been a long few months. After a long few years.”

Todd sat down across from her and nodded for her to continue. “Tell me what happened.”

“It started three years ago. My parents, they’re ghost hunters. Been building weapons to detect and hunt ghosts since before I was born. But three years ago is when they finally finished their life’s work: the ghost portal. Only it didn’t work at first. Then my brother Danny and his friends decided to be stupid. They went to check it out. I wasn’t there and the three of them don’t talk about it, but something happened down there that day.

“My brother died and the portal was working. Only, he didn’t die all the way. He became half-ghost, half-human. And that would have been bad enough, but with the portal open, ghosts came through from the Infinite Realms, sometimes called the Ghost Zone by humans. Some were benign, but many of them came to cause problems or hurt people. Danny stopped them.”

Todd held up a hand to stop her. “Your brother became a supehero? How didn’t the Justice League hear about this? How old was he?”

Jazz shrugged. “I don’t know about the Justice League. It could be that no one ever contacted them. It could be they didn’t believe us. And it could be that no one cared. Danny felt responsible though, since it was his fault the portal turned on. And he was the only one with the ability to stop the ghosts, so…” She held up her hands in a what-can-you-do gesture.

Todd closed his eyes and let out a careful breath. “I can guarantee you the JL didn’t know about your town. A fourteen-year-old would never have been left alone to monitor an interdimensional portal if we had.”

Jazz had no idea what she thought of that. Danny had done it all alone. So finding out he could have had help? She shook her head. What-ifs were a waste of time. “Well, he did. But the government didn’t like that a ghost was the main defense against ghosts. So the Ghost Investigation Ward, more commonly called the Guys in White or GIW was formed. At first, they were as incompetent as any other ghost hunter. But they didn’t stay that way.”

“What happened to your brother, Jazz?” asked Todd.

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Next

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Not much to say about this one. When I went to the event at this location, my friend and I very nearly missed the last train. It was pulling into the station as we entered. If we'd been 2 or 3 minutes later, we would've been stranded so far from my car, I don't even want to know what that uber or cab would've cost.

Luckily Jazz and Jason had a few good Samaritans nearby.

Next up: We learn more about what happened to Danny!

[azlan-snow]

Broadcast Husbands

Chapter Twenty-Three:

(Told from Charlie’s POV. directly after Vox and Husk leave the Hotel.)

“Alastor? Can you here me?” Nothing. “Crap. Vaggie!”

“Coming!” She shouts through the floor. She Flies down the stairs with great speed, almost stumbling down them entirely.” "Yeah honey?”

“Can you find my Dad? I can’t sense him anywhere.”

“Of course! What’s wrong?”

“Alastor.” I point to his frozen body, showing her what happened.

“Vox and I were talking about Earth with him but Vox snapped when Alastor revealed something about his past that he hadn’t told Vox. It was bad. Vox started glitching out and yelling then Alastor froze. Stopped breathing and everything. He hasn’t moved yet.”

“Got it. I’ll go get your dad and relay the information.”

“Thanks sweetie.” I kiss her head and send her on her way, standing back in front of Alastor. “Please be okay in there.”

“Char-Char! Are you okay?! Are you hurt?”

“No, Dad. It's not me. It's Al.”

“Oh. What happened? Wait. Nevermind. Vaggie already told me. What would you like me to do?”

“I need to wake him up.”

“Just shake him.”

“Not from out here, Dad. In there.” I point at his head. 

“Oh. Well, how do you want to do that?”

“Can you get me in there?”

“Charlie! You’re not actually-”

“I am, Dad. I think it’s the only way.”

“That’s a stupid idea! Do you know how much danger that puts you in!? You could die in there!”

“What? What is he talking about?” Vaggie looks worried. 

“That’s not necessary, Dad. I don’t need you to send my girlfriend into a full blown panic.”

“Panicking is necessary! You don’t understand!”

“Then MAKE ME!” Dad yells, shouting at the top of his lungs. His face returns to normal before turning completely white. Then the room turns pitch black.

“Charlie!” Vaggie calls, voice barely reaching my ears. Then falling. Quickly. I scream in fear, plummeting downwards. But I begin to slow down, coming to a halt gradually. “Charlotte.” 

“Al? Al! Where are you?!” I look around, trying to figure out where the heck he was.

“Charlotte. What are you doing here? It isn’t safe.”

“What do you mean? You brought me here.”

“I did. I felt you in danger. I reacted.”

“From your subconsciously-paralyzed state? Why?”

“I already answered that question: I felt you in danger. You felt fear for a moment, correct?”

“Yes, why?”

“That’s why.”

“You just knew that I was scared and decided to bring me into your brain? Funky.”

“Not really my brain. Dimension. Like the bayou in my room. Separate, but on the same plane of existence.”

“Interesting. Well, then you can answer my question.”

“And what might that be, my dear?”

“What made you so afraid?” Alastor looked offended by my question.

“I fear no one, dear Charlotte.”

“Never said you did. But you froze when Vox started yelling at you for hiding things about your life.”

“Charlotte. I will tell you what I told him: I keep secrets for a reason.”

“You mean like how someone owns your soul? Secrets like that? Does he know about that?”

“Yes. The more important question is how do you?”

“I can see it. Just like my father can.”

“How come he or you haven't said anything?”

“Because it's not our place to intervene.” He looks at me, pondering how to carefully plan out his next steps, I assume. He's always precarious. “Would you like me to free you?” He stops. Looks like I hit the target dead on.

“No. That's too risky. I don't want to bring danger to the Hotel.”

“Who owns your soul, Alastor?”

“No, Charlotte.”

“Answer the question, Alastor.”

“No.”

“Why?” 

“Because it's too risky.”

“I can handle the risk.”

“No, you can't. Lucifer can't either.”

“Who's stronger than the King of Hell?”

“One person. That's all your getting.”

“Fine. Can we go back now? It's really dark in here.”

“Very well.” Alastor snaps his fingers, bringing us back to the Hotel. 

“Charlie!” My father and Vaggie call, running over to me. They hug me tightly, practically crushing me. “Can't…breathe.” They release me, smiling. “Sorry,” they say in unison. 

“It's okay. I forgive you both.” They begin to cry, thanking me for forgiveness.I turn around to  see Alastor, smiling at me, before walking over and hugging me tightly. 

“I’m sorry, Charlotte.” That caught me off guard. Alastor’s not one for touch. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You startled me is all. I wasn’t expecting your power to swoosh me away.”

“You caused the darkness?” Lucifer asks, confused at Al’s sudden appearance.

“Indeed. You scared your daughter, Lucifer. Shame on you.”

“Shame on me? You’re the cause of this, you lanky prick.”

“If you hadn’t yelled at her, I wouldn’t have plunged the room into darkness to pull her out. You’re welcome.”

“You-!”

“Enough! Both of you! You’re acting like children!” I separate the two, making sure they’re far enough apart. “Both of you need to calm down, okay?”

“Yes, my dear,” Alastor replies, a calmer expression lying on his face.

“Of course, Char-Char. Whatever you wish.”

“Thank you. Now, who's hungry?”

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 75 - Tonight's Special

Xander's finally ready to show Ophelia his new bar for the first time. He hasn't even told her the name yet!

Ophelia: Xander, you made me walk like this for like a mile, let me see!

Xander: Okay, okay. Here she is!

Xander: Say hello to The Lemon Drop!

Ophelia: Alexander Pappas, you did NOT name your bar after me.

Xander: I don't know what you're talking about, I named it after the drink.

Ophelia: Is there anything about you that isn't perfect?

Xander: Hilary has a list of my many flaws

Xander: I felt aimless before I met you. I didn't know what my future held, I was just drifting. Your ambition is contagious. This bar wouldn't exist without you, the least I could do is give it a fitting name. Now come on, I've got another surprise.

Ophelia: More surprises?

Ophelia gasps as she takes in the rose petals leading to a lovely table for two.

Ophelia: I should've known it didn't take you guys all day to set up two instruments and a mic!

Xander: I wanted us to have the first drinks here. And what's drinks without dinner?

Ophelia agrees!

Xander pours the two some nectar from the popup bar. The official bar isn't coming until the next day, as well as the rest of the furniture.

Ophelia should have suspected something was up when Xander told her to dress nice "just for fun". Not the brightest, that gal.

Xander: Dinner is served!

Ophelia: Are these my gran's stuffed peppers?

Xander: Sure are. I know they're your favorite. And a lemon cheesecake for dessert.

Ophelia: You're lucky I like lemon. What if I didn't?

Xander: I'd ask you to change your last name.

Ophelia: I made these all the time when we first started woohooing. Remember when we went for round two after eating them and I farted during woohoo?

Xander: And then I farted too so you wouldn't be embarrassed?

Ophelia: Haha, yeah, that was so gross!

Xander: You started it!

Ophelia: You know, our first woohoo was on the last day of summer, just like today. I can't believe it's been a year.

Xander: Me either. Even if we weren't official, I kind of consider this our anniversary. It's at least the anniversary to the start of something beautiful.

Ophelia: I like it. I think it's a day worthy of celebration.

Xander: Perfect. Now go on, dig in!

Ophelia takes a sip of her nectar. Absolutely amazing. It'll pair great with the peppers. Let's just hope they live up to her gran's.

They're excellent!

Ophelia: Xander, this is amazing!

Xander: The recipe was pretty simple. I wanted our dinner to be something you loved and something with good memories behind it. I'm just glad you didn't make us beef wellington post-woohoo.

Ophelia: I feel bad, you did all this and I don't even have a gift.

Xander: We don't need gifts, I did this for us. I wanted to christen this place, and I figured a night with my favorite girl would be perfect.

Ophelia: Favorite girl? Don't tell Marshmallow!

Ophelia: Did I mention this place looks amazing? I can't wait to break in that mic!

Xander: We're going to make a lot of great memories here, I know it.

Ophelia: And you're going to make a lot of great drinks!

Onto dessert!

Xander: Damn, this is good!

Ophelia: You seem surprised.

Xander: I tried my best but baking isn't exactly my forte.

Ophelia: It's amazing, sweetie. It tastes even better knowing you made it all yourself.

It just being really good also helps.

After a great meal with great convo, Ophelia goes to give her boyfriend a thank you kiss, but he beats her to it, pulling her close and kissing the back of her hand.

Xander: Why don't you go check out my first drink special on the chalkboard over there? I think you'll like it.

Ophelia follows the rose petals over to the chalkboard in question. Once she gets close enough, her brows furrow in confusion.

She rereads it a few times, trying to figure out what the hell Xander's thought process was behind this drink name.

Ophelia: Xander, I don't get it. What kind of a name for a drink is "Turn Around"?

[league-of-sam]

As Grim as the Reaper | Simon 'GHOST' Riley PREQUEL

Ghost x Reader, Graves x Reader

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Phillip Graves x AFAB!Reader!OC 18+ MINORS DNI! t.w // angst, mental health, language, violence, death, sexual themes/SMUT, military inaccuracies, language inaccuracies (google translate).

As Grim as the Reaper: Masterlist

It had been a few weeks since that fateful night.

You'd been granted that time on leave once Internal Affairs got involved. They wanted you to mourn, to recover. It was obvious you were struggling, and you needed rest.

But you refused. 

You were strong.

You were absolutely fine.

The mask stayed on, constantly now. Even in meetings, training, walking to and from your car. It kept you hidden, kept you safe. The only place you didn't wear it was at home, where you spent your time staring blankly, barely sleeping, screaming yourself awake in the middle of the night.

You'd suffered nightmares since joining the force, but even before the 'accident', they'd been getting progressively worse. You and Graves always blamed it on wedding planning stress; as you could have imagined, planning a wedding with a job like yours was nearly impossible at times. 

But he was always there to hold your hand through it.

Now, the nightmares were worse than they'd ever been. Showing you that moment over, and over, and over.

Your world was crumbling around you, and Graves didn't have a clue what the fuck to do. He begged you to take time off, get help, but you didn't want to hear it. The more he opened his mouth, the more you fought, the more you blamed him.

Internal Affairs, as expected, had shoved the whole thing under the rug, telling the families it was all just an accident. Accidents happen in this line of work after all, people die.

No.

Big.

Deal.

Everyone wanted to move on, so much so, no one outside of the unit was to tell anyone else about it. But not you, how could you possibly move on? 

Echo 6 was your team, your family, your responsibility. Stevens was an older brother to you, he was your John in the US. Emily was the sister you never had. Javier Trace...the annoying little brother everyone wished they didn't have, but the love you felt for them was beyond any other. And Orlando - the cocky, ego-fuelled, arsehole friend that you can't help but cherish.

They were yours, and now they were gone.

"You shouldn't be here, sweetie." Laswell spoke as she sat down next to you.

You'd been hiding away in the back of the conference room after training, praying that no one bothered you.

"It's my job, ma."

She sighed, frustrated, but chose against arguing with you. "Where's Graves?"

"Don't know. Don't care."

"You do care, he's your fiancé."

You turned to her this time, eyes glassy, "Yeah, and he's hiding something from me. Coming home late, leaving early, meetings with Shepherd at all hours. He either knows more than he's letting on about what happened or he's shagging someone else."

You said the latter with a bitter laugh.

He wouldn't cheat, would he?

Not when you've both been through so much. Not when you're getting married in less than a year. Not when you're the most vulnerable you'd ever been in your life. Not when you needed him more than anything right now.

Surely?

No, not your Phillip.

"(Y/N), you know that's not true. You two love each other every much."

"I know."

"Things will get better, okay? I promise. But..."

"But what? Laswell what's wrong?" 

She took your hand, pulling you close so she could whisper, "They're gonna send you out on a covert op, alone. If you're here...I can't stop it. I want you to go home. Say you're not well, say you need to leave- hell, just go without a word. Please."

"If that's the job, then I'll go."

"Honey, please-"

"Kate." you stopped her, "This is my job. If I'm needed I'll go. I can't spend another night alone waiting up for Phillip to not turn up. I need the distraction."

"I'm worried about you."

Yeah, isn't everyone.

You shrugged, not wanting to get into it anymore. You'd had enough of people hounding you with questions, forcing you to talk about things.

"You know it's only because I care, right?" she spoke, taking your hands in hers once more.

You felt bad, then, not wanting the woman you saw as a second mother to hurt, "I know, mama. I love you."

"I love you too, sweetie."

Neither of you could say any more, as Shepherd, Graves, some Shadows, and other members of the CIA and Special Ops came flooding into the room, each taking a seat at the table as the monitors were set up.

Graves nodded to Laswell as she gestured for him to take her seat next to you, while she moved to the free one beside Shepherd.

He looked to you, frowning when he saw the mask adorning your face, but you barely spared him a sideways glance.

Truth was, neither of you had uttered a word since your fight the night before.

It was gone midnight, and yet you were still up, waiting for your dickhead of a fiancé to come home, for the fourth night in a row.

"And what the fuck was it this time?" you spoke as he trudged through the door, hearing the small thud of him dropping his gear down by the stairs.

"Don't start, baby." he sighed, moving into the living room.

You stood by the sofa, arms folded across your chest, foot tapping impatiently as you tried to hold in the tears of frustration.

"Why shouldn't I? Huh? You've completely abandoned me since everyone was cleared by IA, I fucking need you, Phillip."

"And I need you to stop being so damned depressed! Your nightmares are getting so out of hand and you refuse to get any help! What exactly do you expect me to do?"

"I expect you to be there for me! In sickness and in health, remember? Words we're going to be vowing to in no time at all."

"Don't you think I know that? I gave you the fuckin' ring."

"Clearly it's such a fucking inconvenience for you, have it back." you yelled, trying to pull the ring from your finger in a flurry of tears.

Graves looked at you as you struggled, your words pulling tight on his heart, "What? Don't you fuckin' dare take that off."

"Why not?" you laughed, "It couldn't be more obvious that you don't want me."

He scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Don't fucking roll your eyes at me. I'm so sick of being treated-"

"I do wanna marry you! It's been all I've wanted since the day I met you! Do you have any idea how much stress I'm under right now? No- 'course you don't, cause you won't fuckin' talk to me."

"How can I? You're never here! So much for me being the most important thing to you."

"Don't throw that in my face, (Y/N)."

The fight went on and on, the same words being yelled over and over. Circle after circle, until you were so exhausted from crying, you couldn't keep yourself upright, or even awake. You ended up sleeping on the sofa, bundled in a blanket that John had sent you in his last care package.

The two of you then got ready, and drove to work together in silence, both of you too stubborn to apologise or even acknowledge the fight at all.

And now, he sat beside you, an awkward silence looming in the air.

You didn't want to be the first to say anything - why should you? He's the one that fucked up. He's the one that keeps coming home late, he's the one that's never-

"I'm sorry."

Your body stiffened at the sound of the words coming from him, so timid and quiet in your ear.

Graves' gaze saddened as he observed your lack of reaction, and so scooted his chair closer to you, picking your hands from your lap to rest in his.

"Baby, please...I'm so sorry."

His begging got your attention, and slowly, your rolled your head on your neck to face him, eyes boring into his. 

He looked like he got just as much sleep as you did, which was sweet fuck all.

"You've got a face like a smacked arse." you mumbled, but he chuckled, lacing your fingers with his.

"I'm not even gonna pretend to know what that shit means." He laughed, "I'm sorry, darlin'."

"Me too."

Nothing more could be said, as Shepherd cleared his throat, and the meeting began. 

Graves lifted your hands, placing a soft kiss to your ringed finger, before bringing them to rest on his lap as his thumb rubbed soft circles.

You couldn't help but let a small smile grace your lips, the motion bringing comfort to you, making you feel like maybe things were okay.

That feeling didn't last for long.

As Laswell had warned, yet more intel had been fed through the pipeline of more AQ safehouses, and of course, Shepherd thought you were perfect for it.

Unfortunately, he was right.

Despite your growing hatred for him, and his uptight, holier-than-thou attitude towards you, he never doubted your skill. He knew you were a valuable soldier, and he knew you'd get the job done. You were the expert of stealth, after all. You were Reaper, bringer of death to those deserving. 

He continued to explain the mission - yet more recon, but now they knew for sure that there could be enemies in this one, and you were headed back to those mountains.

This location was only 20 clicks from where it happened.

You were going back.

"Do you accept this mission, Lieutenant Price?" Shepherd's voice broke you out of your thoughts.

"Uh, y-yes, affirmative, General."

"Then it's settled. RV at point alpha for departure at 1800 hours. Dismissed."

You began to get up with the others, knowing you needed to prepare to leave, until the grip on your hand got tighter, and you were forced back into your seat.

"Point alpha, sir?" Graves questioned, "Shadow dep is at point delta."

"Yes, Graves. If you were paying attention, you'd know that the services of Shadow Company are not required for this operation."

Graves' jaw tightened - ain't no way you were being sent out without him looking over you.

"I don't think I understand, sir." he pressed.

"Well, then let me spell it out for you, Commander," Shepherd said, placing his hands on the table as he leant forward, "You...are...staying...put. Reaper is more than capable of handling this mission without you in her ear, and quite frankly, I don't think it's a good idea for you to be on any of her future missions. You're a distraction."

"Excuse me?"

"Do not question me. There's a reason that internal relationships are discouraged, this is why. Do not take my leniency up to now for granted."

Graves stood up, ears tinted red from anger, chest puffing as he prepared his argument. That was until you followed suit, placing a firm hand on his chest.

"Take me home, please?" you said, voice quiet and sweet.

His breathing was laboured, but your touch was enough to clear the red haze and calm him, and with a curt nod, he led you from the conference room with a hand placed at the base of your spine. 

You didn't miss the scowl he sent to Shepherd as you passed by.

What the fuck was going on?

[casspurrjoybell-20]

FOOLS - Chapter 27 - Part 1

BOOK ONE: The 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning Adult Content*

Samuel Moretti

"What's up with you?" Haven questioned me with narrowed eyes at the dinner table.

"You've been grinning like a dummy all day."

My mom and dad focused on me, expecting an answer and apparently not caring that Haven had called me dumb.

Not that I cared either because I was too, hmmm, what was the word?

Oh yeah... love struck.

I swore I was... okay, maybe in that moment I was just infatuated 'the love came later' but I was definitely feeling very elated and in awe that night but I just shrugged.

"Nothing, just in a good mood," I told them before twirling the angel-hair pasta around on my fork that was smothered in my mom's homemade fettuccine alfredo sauce.

Even the angel-hair pasta was made from scratch.

When it came to cooking, my mother sank deep into her Italian roots.

"Hmm," Haven studied me then eyed my mom as if she had the answer for my happiness.

The only answer being Noah Wright 'insert heart eyes' my father, not looking at any of us as he also twirled his pasta, stated.

"It's that boy. They're together."

My jaw dropped and the females gasped.

My dad didn't even know Noah's name.

How the hell did my father guess it?

"Sweetheart, is that true?" my mother asked me excitedly.

Haven scoffed.

"No way, he just broke up with Kaitlyn," she spoke mid-chew.

We all looked at my sister until it clicked.

Haven gasped again, covering her mouth.

Then she shouted.

"Oh my God, Sammy. Did Noah broke up with Kaitlyn for you?"

Both of my parents simultaneously told Haven to watch her language while I blushed fiercely, claiming...

"He didn't break up with her for me," but I was smiling at the thought 'forgive me, Kaitlyn'.

"They had other issues."

Haven squealed.

"Yeah and you were one of the issues," she laughed.

"Damn, Sammy, you home wrecker."

My smile dropped.

"Nooo," I dragged out.

"Don't say it like that. I feel horrible for Kaitlyn. She was sobbing today," I told them as slight guilt dripped on me.

I really did feel bad.

Sure, I was happy Noah reciprocated my feeling but that didn't mean I liked watching Kaitlyn cry.

"Oh, sweetie, we know you're not a home wrecker," my mother comforted me, then gave a warning look to my sister.

"Haven, don't be rude. We don't joke about 'home wrecking'."

Back to me, my mom said...

"Invite Noah over. I want to meet him."

I shook my head.

"I can't. We're keeping our relationship a secret for right now," I explained and the aftermath of that was brutal.

Both my parents and Haven commented 'at the say time'...

"Oh, no."

I covered my face with my hands, not wanting to see their pitied look.

"Stop, it's not like that," I insisted.

"Not like the last two boys who wanted to keep your relationship with them a secret?" Haven questioned.

I glared at her.

"Yes, not like them. Noah's different."

Haven scoffed and my mother said...

"Oh, sweetie," in a stupid sympathetic tone.

"I'm serious. It's not because he's uncomfortable with being gay... I don't think. It's because of Kaitlyn. He doesn't want to break up with her and then start dating me the next day. That would look bad. I get it, so it's fine. Can you all chill?"

I was getting worked up.

Especially with my mom and Haven, hell, even my dad was looking at me like they knew this wasn't going to end well.

Because the last two guys I was with also didn't end well.

I felt my eyes burning with the need to release tears but I wasn't going to cry in front of them

"Can I be excused?" I asked as I stood up.

I didn't wait for a response as I set my plate next to the sink.

"Thank you for dinner."

"Sweetheart," my mom called to me but I was already rushing up the stairs.

I cried as soon as I got into my bedroom.

[smiletimeisrunningout]

She hadn't expected to be laughing so freely after the rage that had overtaken her earlier, but it was good. It was more than good, really, if she had to spend weeks waiting before being able to look for the men responsible for that monstruosity all she could have hoped for was to be among people who could lighten her heart so quickly.

It was particularly funny how freely the oh-so-stiff Major would insult his friend around her, too. "Sweetie, if you can't tussle in a darkened alley with me trust that you can't survive the tent either," Emma toasted with her now empty glass to Caleb, her tone the one that she had taught Benjamin to recognize as flirtatious before immediately switching to matter-of-factly when she added towards the Major, a finger pointed at his friend: "He's starting it, I am a mere victim."

She was caught a little off guard by not only his interest in her little answer but Caleb's explanation for it. "Wait, are languages important here? Hold on, hold on, I take all I said about my intelligence back, there is hope for me to come off as somewhat scholarly myself!" she joked, "Let's see... Of course I know modern Greek and Italian seeing as they are our neighbors across the sea, and of course Spanish, French, bit of German, I was trying to get better at that before I came here... I never quite got Latin and ancient Greek, except for the one time I translated a chapter from an old Greek book and then forgot it again, but that's-Languages are easy, they are not like literature. We don't even consider it a subject of studies, it's more of a guilty pleasure. Which of course is what I generally end up drawn to, kind of like astronomy or medicine." And that may be the longest she had ever discussed anything related to studying with anyone, aside from her jokes and half truths about not understanding much. For that she did blame the Major, who had confused her with his curiosity. She didn't even think of the horrifying book in her trunk, big and full of maths to check so she could confirm the plans for next year.

Do you wish to find the library so you can destroy it? She playfully swatted his arm from behind in response, shaking her head and glancing at Caleb because seriously? And he had even held the hilt of his sword when he had asked it. "Why, are you considering stabbing me with that if I say anything mean about your library? You know, I wouldn't even be able to fight him properly if he did," she told Caleb while offering him her arm so they could walk together, "I'd be too afraid of ruining such a pretty face. It's my curse. You two have been friends for a very long time, haven't you?"

Ben scoffed. "All right. Well, I guess that slightly changes the meaning of ‘ruling with an iron fist’…or iron slap, in your case.”

“I wouldn’t wanna tussle with her in a darkened alley,” Caleb agreed. “Now a darkened tent, on the other hand…”

“Sod off,” Ben warned, embarrassment nipping at his cheeks. “Must you always give in to your perversions?”

The whaler snorted. “And must you always give in to bein’ such a wet blanket? From here on out, I'mma start callin’ you W.B. for short.”

“Then I’ll call you U.A., which is short for Unbearable Arsehole,” Ben muttered.

“If you take offense to my dislike for reading, comfort yourself thinking it’s because I don’t shine for my intellect. The only exception is when I learn languages, but I need that to travel.“

Finally, he regarded her with a hint of interest. "Languages?” he asked. “What sort do you speak? I, myself have dabbled in Greek, Hebrew and Latin…though I would also like to learn French, now that we have our allies afoot.”

Caleb hummed in amusement. “Ahh, well you’ve got 'im now, Emma-love. The cully can’t resist a good ol’ scholarly talk.”

Ignoring him, Ben started heading outside owhen Emma did, his hand falling to his saber as he glanced over his shoulder. “Why?” he asked her. “Do you wish to find the library so you can destroy it?” All right, so perhaps he was still just a little rankled about her complete dismissal. Clearing his throat, he added, “The stockade is a little before the library, as a matter of fact, so I can certainly take you to visit your new four-legged companions. If you’re lucky, perhaps some of the other womenfolk will be there, as well.”

[tinyverse-writes]

irresistible (yanan)

pairing: non-idol!yanan x fem reader

genre: smut (dni if minor)

contains: mentions of alcohol, masturbation, unprotected sex, thigh riding, fingering, oral (m receiving), dirty talk (slight) , size kink, spanking (slight), light bondage, yanan calls you sweetie during sex, y/n is head over heels to yanan, yanan being irresistible as hell

synopsis: it's your friend's wedding and you're invited as one of her bridesmaids. aside from witnessing them share their vows, there's another reason why you're excited for the wedding; seeing yanan and not just that, but yanan in a suit which had you go insane and ended up in your hotel room, disturbing the newlyweds next door with your noises ;)

word count: 4.6k words

a/n: this turns out much longer than i expected 😶 i actually expected this to be 3k+ words but i never thought it would be two times longer than my kino oneshot which is related to this. anyways, happy birthday to our shanghai prince yanan! 🥳

grammatical errors and mistakes ahead

nothing's stopping you now and your sudden boost of confidence due to the intense amount of alcohol intake you had as you strut your way towards the tall man that you've been eyeing for since you came to the venue of the wedding. all the flirting that you two shared along with alcohol brings you on the bed of your hotel room, whimpering, writhing, and moaning underneath him. but how did you exactly get there?

"i expect you to be there to be one of my bridesmaids y/n! and yanan is there~ hyunggu invited him." your friend said when she came to your house, handing you an invitation for her wedding which will take place a few months later. of course you can't say no to your friend because you, yourself are very glad that she and hyunggu are about to start a new chapter of their lives as a couple but there's also another reason aside from that. the moment his name rolled out from your friend's lips saying that he's coming as well, your smile got wider as you told her, "of course i will totally be there! can't wait to witness you two finally marrying each other!".

you and your friend talked for a while before she left to hand the rest of the invitation to the guests. as soon as she left, you leaned against the wall next to your door, letting out the breath that you didn't know you were holding ever since your friend mentioned his name. you hate to admit it but you are overly head over heels for yanan to the point that even if someone just simply mentions his name, this had your stomach swooping. the first time you met yanan was when your friend invited you to her birthday party in which he was invited as well. and the moment you saw him, you could dedicate to him a taylor swift song especially along the lines of 'he's so tall, and handsome as hell' because indeed it clearly describes yanan. but there is one thing that is the problem here; you don't know how to flirt at him. well it's not that you really have no capabilities when it comes to flirting since you already flirted with some other guys a lot of times before but it is because you think you may not handle it if ever yanan flirts back at you or heck, you can't even handle being close to him either. for you, it's like you're a kid from kindergarten that gets shy if their crush is nearby which is a total opposite of what you usually are if you're flirting. if he flirts back, you think you may melt on the spot. your friend knows how much you feel about yanan so as a helpful friend she is, there was once a time where she set you up with yanan for a double date along with her and hyunggu but then again, you can't handle getting close and flirting at him so you ditched your date which ends up yanan thirdwheeling the two. you already plotted a lot of plans for how many times already on how to flirt at him whenever you come across each other but the moment you get to see him, all of those plans are erased and it annoys you how all of your plans are failing all the time.

so there you are, slumped on your bed, face flat against it as you brainstorm on how to flirt at him at the wedding or even at the future gatherings regarding the wedding. you were thinking that you should start by small talks. yes, that's right. start with casual small talks then gradually escalate it into flirting- the usual plan that you have but always failed. you then came to think about what would happen at the wedding, completely forgetting about your plan on flirting him. seeing your friend finally in a wedding dress, you wearing a dress as one of the bridesmaids, and oh- yanan wearing a suit. yes. yanan in a suit. this thought made you squeal against the mattress. thinking about what he looks like wearing a suit, how this highlights his long legs, how his outfit would accentuate his hips, shoulders and his chest, and so much more thoughts that actually lead you to sinful ones. thoughts that include how you slowly unbutton his dress shirt while kissing him slowly, how you ride his thigh or his crotch while he's still in his pants, and how he would use the tie of his suit on you. you tried to shake those thoughts off of your mind but you ended up awake at night, fingers curled inside your dripping core as you moaned his name breathlessly until you came which is the same thing that you did the night before the big event since you were way too excited for seeing yanan in a suit. you concluded that it would make you lose your mind and would just give in right in front of him.

and so it is the wedding day. you're all dressed up in a light blue dress that you picked when you and your friend went shopping and chose what the bridesmaids would wear. while you're walking down the aisle, your eyes instantly laid onto yanan who's fully dressed up in his suit which almost made you lose your focus. you tried your best to maintain your composure while walking before you're finally seated on your assigned seat, letting out a breath that you've been holding during your march.

throughout the wedding, your focus was on the couple whom you are very proud of. but at the same time, you can't help but to steal glances at yanan who looked hella fine even though it's been almost an hour since the ceremony started. your eyes caught the way he casually fixed his outfit. even though it's just a casual action, your mind is going insane on the spot the moment you saw him fixing his sleeves and loosening his tie. your sinful thoughts started to creep into your mind so you mentally slapped yourself a couple of times, bringing your focus back to the wedding.

the wedding ended with the couple sealing their marriage with a kiss. the bride then ordered the ladies, including you, to gather right behind her before she tossed her bouquet backwards and with the power of all the mysterious forces and you reaching out for it, you caught the bouquet. the people in the venue clapped while you squealed. and as if it's by instinct, you even have a might to stare at yanan, giving him a knowing look which made his friends seated next to him nudged him and your friend laughing lightly at your antics. you were able to catch the way yanan lifted the corner of his lips to a smirk which instantly made your insides flip. your thoughts start to wander on what his reaction meant but you weren't able to pin it.

it was already the reception. some of the guests, including you, gave their messages and best wishes for the newlyweds. it's now yanan who's going to give his message to the couple so you took the time to mesmerize his irresistible features from the moment he stood up from his seat and walked his way towards the platform, like it's his runway, and until he started to speak on the mic. at the same time, you try to refrain yourself from getting so whipped for him as you occasionally take a sip from your tequila while you're chilling at the bar. this doesn't help you either because after yanan is done with his little message and returned to his seat, you were able to catch his gaze on you which made you chug your drink in one gulp, forgetting the burning feeling of the alcohol against the back of your throat. you ended up distracting yourself from your thoughts with the help of alcohol but distracting had no effect on you anymore, instead you're now drunk. your need to get closer and feel him grows even more, desire burning you like you'll turn into ashes anytime. this is the effect that you have because of the man that hasn't even touched you yet and nothing is stopping you now. this is total contrast to what you may do if you're not drunk.

you approached him by the table where he's seated alone, slithering your fingers on his shoulder as you sit next to him.

"hey there yanan" you called him almost seductively while your fingers are tracing the fabric of his suit on his shoulder.

"oh hi y/n" he spoke before he took a sip from his drink. the way how your name slips off from his lips sends chills to your spine and made your insides flip. "you look great tonight." he added.

"so do you." you said as your fingers run down to his collar, occasionally leaving featherlight touches on the skin of his neck. "you look good in a suit- it makes me question my sanity, mister." you leaned in to whisper right on his ear which made him chuckle darkly, causing you to instantly cross your legs tighter.

however, yanan would like to test the waters first to see if you're someone who's really into him. considering he's been flirted by a lot of different people already, he's already encountered different tactics of flirting and most them are just for fun or just for the benefit of themselves. the ones that he encountered started at a small talk then escalates it to flirting him completely and others started by pretending to accidentally bump him or made a small physical contact with him and none of those cliché ones impressed him. but the thing that you're doing is totally different from what he used to; yours is way too straightforward which is what he likes. he was hesitant at first since he knows that you're drunk because of the smell of alcohol coming from you but what makes him think that you're really into him is those lingering gazes that you never knew he noticed, plus the one that you gave to him when you caught the bouquet earlier.

"question your sanity? is that why you were looking at me like that earlier when you caught the bouquet?" yanan asked, planting one of his elbows on the table while his other hand was on his hips. a sign that he became interested on how this thing will go.

"nope." you answered instantly, playing with the glass that you're holding before you paused and looked at him. "not just questioning it but losing it as well. i already lost my sanity on you before this wedding was planned, mister."

"oh really? mind if you tell me when and how it started?" he propped his chin on his palm, showing that he became much more interested on what else you can do.

"you're so damn irresistible, baby. from the moment y/f/n introduced you to me, you had this kind of effect on me and you got no idea what it is." your hands starts to fiddle with his tie and a part of you wants to tug it and pull him closer to you, as if this close proximity that you two are having is not enough for you.

"show me then." and with what yanan said made you pull him by his tie before you leaned closer to his ear.

"room 406. come over after the reception." you whispered, lips brushing against his ear as you did then pulled away before you walts your way from him to head to your hotel room.

thankful yanan is since the reception ended a few minutes after you left the area. he left the venue shortly after he bid his congratulations to the couple, taking the elevator on the way to your room.

on the other hand, you were in your room, dancing all by yourself while vibing through body party by ciara that was playing on your phone. you were then disrupted by a knock on the door which is followed by a voice saying that it is room service. despite how much the man by the door tried his best to somewhat change his voice, you're able to identify who the man is which made a smile crept up to your lips as you went to open the door.

"hey there handsome." you greeted as you leaned by the doorframe, hair a bit messy from all the dancing you did in your room earlier.

"hey there sweetface." he greeted back after a chuckle. "do you want any of my services madame?"

"ah- yes." you slowly raked your hand up to his chest then gripped his tie. "you." then you said with a growl before pulling yanan by his tie, kissing him hungrily while pulling him inside of your room. one of his hands dropped to your waist while the other is reaching out for the doorknob, locking it up as he kisses you back.

"you pulled me by my tie for twice already. do you really love my tie that much?" he said against your lips after he pulled away shortly.

"yeah" you said, almost breathlessly. "and i would love to know how you are going to use your tie on me, mister." and with that, yanan crashed his lips onto yours- tilting his head to the side as he deepens the kiss. you kissed him back in the same manner with his as if you're starving and that's what you needed in order to survive. he then lowers himself, kissing and nibbling the exposed skin of your neck, jaw, and shoulders as he unzips your dress. he lets your dress fall down to the floor before he guides the both of you to your bed, hands roaming around your body as he does. you started to feel sparks igniting all over your senses with his touch and at the same time, you felt yourself getting wetter which caused you to rub your thighs together. this however, was noticed by yanan who immediately pries your legs open and settles his knee between them. you let out your first moan for tonight when you felt him rub his knee against your clothed core. the moment he heard you moan, he had an idea popped up in his mind. yanan lifts you up, hand at the small of your back as he guides you on his lap while he sits up on the edge of the bed.

"mind if you ride my thigh sweetie?" he asked, hands are already on your waist.

"absolutely." then you wrapped your arms around his shoulders before you start to rock your hips, grinding against his thigh which had you throwing your head back and lets out a couple of moans. yanan grabbed the opportunity to suck the skin of your neck, leaving some bluish to purple marks. his name rolled out from your lips as you moaned sweetly and he grunts lightly as he felt his pants gets tighter in each noise that you make. he flexes his thigh occasionally that caused you to pick up your pace, whimpering helplessly. your wetness seeps even more from your panties and you were able to see how your wetness stained his pants.

"is this how you want me so bad?" yanan asked, grunting once again when your thigh occasionally brushed against the tent forming on his pants. "had you so fucking wet with just my thigh only."

"not just that yanan." you said with a slight growl stitched to your voice before you get off from his thigh and lower yourself, kneeling in front of the bed where he's seated. you palm him through his pants before unzipping them which earned a moan from him. the noises he makes had you clenching over nothing, getting impatient for the need to have him buried deep inside you. but you still have something in mind so after you unzipped his pants, you pulled them down along with his boxers, letting his cock spring free right before your eyes that had yanan hissing.

his cock is in the perfect size, you say. thick and long enough that you think will bring you straight to heaven the moment it stretches your tight muscles. his precum glistening at his pinkish tip that had you chewing on your bottom lip before you start to lick them off of him, tasting his sweet precum. yanan braced his palms on the mattress, throwing his head back as he moaned. you gave his tip a few kitten licks before taking them whole, sucking and twirling your tongue around his tip while your hand is now wrapped around the shaft, jerking him.

"oh fuck- it feels so fucking good." yanan moaned, biting onto his bottom lip as he tries to not buck his hips and fuck your mouth.

as you continue to jerk the rest of his cock with your hand, you feel your drool dripping through his shaft. you spread them even more as you jerk him, slicking him up before you decided to take him whole. you feel yanan almost bucked his hips to your mouth as he lets out a rather loud moan. you bob your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks to somewhat fit him into your mouth but his tip is already hitting the back of your throat.

yanan on the other hand had enough of restraining himself from fucking your mouth so one of his hands found your hair and gripped them for a makeshift ponytail before he pulls you away and pushes you back in, a choked out moan escaping his lips. he starts to buck his hips to yours, fucking your mouth completely. you were whimpering at the back of your throat whenever you hear his moans that had your pussy clenching over nothing and soaking wet even more. yanan's moans gets louder as he speeds up, you almost consider them as a music to your ears the noises he makes. yanan feels the same way too but in his case, each noise that you create sends vibrations to his cock that causes it to twitch, continuing to do so until he came and shoots his load into your throat. you did not waste each drop of his cum and swallows them, licking your lips afterwards before you sit back on his lap and kissed him. yanan moaned between kisses as he got a taste of himself while you start to take off his coat, loosen his tie and unbutton his dress shirt. he placed you back on the bed, hovering above you while you took the chance to roam your hands around his torso. he pulls away from the kiss, removing his tie and his shirt completely.

"you said you love to know how i am gonna use my tie on you, right?" he asked then you nod as you looked at his orbs, full of lust. yanan grabbed both of your wrist and ties them together before tying them onto one of the posts of the headboard of the bed. "here we go." he said as he finished tying then pulled away, kneeling on the bed as he admires how you're tied on the bed. "perfect." he said with a growl, corner of his lips lifting up to a smirk.

you're squirming against the mattress as you felt his gaze on you that is like he's a predator, ready to devour his prey anytime. he leans in for a searing kiss before he trails down to your chest, planting wet kisses before he latches his mouth onto one of your nipples and sucks them while he plays with the other nipple by pinching and flicking it. a loud moan along with his name bursting off of your lungs as you fist your hands over nothing, desperate to have your hands around him while he makes you feel good. while continuing his ministrations, he sneaks his other hand down between to your inner thighs and rubs them teasingly.

"f-fuck yanan stop teasing- i've been holding on for too long to not to be teased like this." you whined, lifting your lower half in hopes of having contact with his hand to your clothed core.

he chuckled darkly before he brings his hand close to your heat, running his fingers through the prominent slit on your panties.

"so damn wet for me." he says with a hint of amusement to his tone. "imagine how my cock would slip easily in and out of you just because of how wet you are."

"just fuck me already yanan!" you scolded him with a whine.

"no sweetie, i need to prep you first. do you think you could handle this cock that i got with how small you are?" you got speechless with his words and with that, yanan discarded your panties off of you and shoved two of his fingers to your heat. you arched your back against the mattress, moaning so loudly as he stretches and scissors you with his fingers. after a couple of thrusts, he added another digit and continues to finger you as he plays with your breasts, sucking and pinching them with his other hand.

"y-yanan" you moan his name sweetly, letting out a couple of moans that echoes all over the room. with the noises that you make, he snaps his wrist faster- picking up the pace. he brings his thumb on your clit, rubbing them as he fingers you. a soft grunt leaving his throat every time he feels you clenching around his fingers.

meanwhile, you're a mess- whining and whimpering underneath him which gets louder as you feel yourself getting closer to your peak. your knuckles turn white as you circle your fist tight since you're holding onto nothing, moaning his name like a mantra.

"oh fuck- y-yanan i'm gonna-" you were cut off when you part your lips, screaming silently as you came on his fingers. yanan brings his fingers to his lips, licking and sucking your juices but he made sure he left some for you. chest heaving as you catch your breath, you look at yanan with full of lust as you watch the sight before your eyes. he pries your lips open with his fingers then shoved them in. you groaned around his fingers as you got a taste of yourself and sucked his fingers clean.

"you use your mouth so well on me sweetie." yanan cooed, caressing your cheek with his thumb. "now-" he flips you flat on your stomach then lifts your lower half. "let's see how good your pussy is." then he plunges his member into your heat, groaning at how your tight walls are hugging him. he went in inch by inch before bottoming out, letting you adjust. you took the time to adjust and stabilize your breathing before you told him to move as soon as you deemed that you're ready.

he slowly pulls out until the tip which had you hissing before he slams back in rather hard and you could somewhat feel the bed move and its headrest hit the wall lightly at the force that yanan applied. he starts to thrust at a moderate pace, holding your waist tight as he do so. both of your moans that blend well together echoes the room. a moan of your name slips off from yanan's lips which had you clenching around him then you yelped as you felt a stinging sensation against your ass when his palm made contact with it. he continues to fuck you while slapping your ass, timing it with his thrust which had you moaning his name breathlessly.

"oh fucking god- y/n" slap. "despite on how little you are, you take me so well. do i make you feel so good, am i right?" another slap. "do i hit your sweet spot?" another slap. "is this what you wanted for a long time huh y/n?" and another slap.

"fuck yes! yes yanan!" you managed to answer, nodding frantically as you did. despite on how deep he is buried inside you, you're still desperate for more. but you cannot do anything since your hands are tied and it tightened even more when he flipped you earlier. so you start to grind your ass against his, timing it with his thrusts as well. yanan, however, sensed your need so he went to pick up his pace without a warning but you anticipated it anyways.

"oh y-yanan! oh fuck-" both of your moans that are getting louder each second accompanied by skin slapping noises, dominates the room. you two are immersed with the pleasure that spreads throughout your entire senses to the point that the two of you completely ignore the banging on the wall which is followed by a voice coming from the newlyweds next door, complaining about your noises.

"look at you- so little but able to take my cock so well, willing to get ruined by it." yanan chuckled darkly before he sneaks a hand down between your thighs and starts to play with your clit. the moment he's done it had you throwing your back and closed your eyes shut, mouth hung open for a loud and long moan due to the immense amount of pleasure given to you.

you feel yourself approaching your second orgasm and your thighs are now shaking, moaning and whimpering helplessly. yanan lets out lewd noises as well each time your walls are clenching around his cock.

"you close sweetie?" yanan asked almost breathlessly and you answered with a nod. soon after, his thrusts are getting sloppy, feeling his high approaching as well but he's able to fuck you harder to bring you closer to the edge. you part your lips for a loud and high pitched moan as you finally came, coating yanan's dick with your juices. yanan pulls out of you as well after a few thrusts, flipping you back and made you open your lips with his cock and shoved it inside before he starts to fuck your mouth for the second time tonight. your noises are now muffled but it sends vibrations to his member which makes his noises increase in volume. he quickened his pace and you were able to feel around your mouth how his cock is twitching. he came right after, a choked moan leaving his lips. you swallowed and sucked each drop of his cum, but some are leaking out from the corner of your lips. he stilled for a second before he pulls out, bringing his thumb to the corner of your lips to shove those cum back into your mouth. after you have them swallowed, he cups your cheeks and dives in for a kiss which is slow and sensual. he reaches out to your restraints, setting your hands free and he soothes the skin of your wrists in the midst of your kiss. he pulls away, licking his lips and stares at you briefly before he lays down next to you, catching his breath.

you two remained there, catching your breaths for a few moments. yanan was about to speak something as soon as he felt his breathing was stable but he's disturbed by a knock on the wall.

"are you guys done now? we are going to sleep now okay?" it was hyunggu, one of the newlyweds.

both of you bursted out laughing upon knowing that they heard all of your noises from earlier's activities.

"we were loud." you said, chuckling lightly.

"you were very loud." yanan replied, booping the tip of your nose before he pecks it. "and you're very irresistible as well sweetie."

- by tinyverse-writes

10/25/21

[x3kristax3]

Was It Worth It?- Life Afterwards

A/N: this is life after I ended "Was If Worth It?" That was my first fan fic ever posted on here.

Chapter 1

As I wake up in the queen size bed all alone it feels weird. It's been almost a year and a half since Jake and I got engaged. These months leading up to this day has been a whirlwind of emotions. 

I reached out to my parents and we talked on the phone for a while before they came to visit. Instantly they loved Jake and how we are together. Jake got my dad's blessing to marry me once he was a freeman. I was surprised he told them.

Then comes the trials of him becoming free. We were unsure if we were going to withstand that as Jake became very distance and closed off. He about broke my heart while I was planning our wedding. However, the night he became free he took me on the two hour drive to Colville and took me to a five star restaurant and booked us a suite in a super fancy hotel, letting us enjoy ourselves without any distractions. That night our love was on fire, that was six months ago today.

I'm laying in bed and I see my wedding dress hanging on the closet door and I smile. I sit up and my door swings open. Of course it's Jessy, Ashley, and Hannah as they spent the night. They plop on the bed next to me with some fruit and water. 

"Ugh, you know I need my coffee" I say, rolling my eyes.

"Yeah not happening today" says Ashely.

I grab my phone as I hear a text and it's from Jake.

Jake: Good morning my love. I can't wait to spend the rest of our lives together as husband and wife. I love you more and more everyday Krista.

Krista: Good morning. I can't wait for that as well and see you at the wedding and see that look on your face of pure love I see every morning. I hope you got some sleep as today is going to be a long day. Also no coffee for you as I'm not allowed it either 🥴

Jake: Neither of us will today. I'm not going to let your hand go once I can touch you.

A shiver runs down my spine as the next time we kiss we will be husband and wife. Jessy takes my phone from me.

"Okay enough of that, time to get ready" she says putting my phone in her robe pocket.

I lean against her "I got so lucky today" I say trying not to cry.

I hear my mom coming up the stairs " you girls coming? The lady is waiting for you all for hair and makeup." She says.

They leave and head downstairs. I look at my dress and the engagement ring and I couldn't be more happy. We enjoy the morning with girl time as we get ready.

We have the wedding at the park and as the car pulls up my nervousness hits me. My mom, dad, and Ashley stay back as the rest head out.

"Its okay sweetie, you know he adores you." Says my dad.

"I know, just after everything I've gone through I can't believe today is really here and happening." I say playing with my ring again.

Ashley grabs my hand "so these are good nerves. Don't leave that handsome man, who adores you, waiting for you" she says as she gets out as she's the maid of honor.

My mom gets out next and reaches her hand out. I decided I wanted them both to walk me to Jake. I get put and straighten out my dress. It's a simple flowy dress with an illusion back and sweetheart neckline.  It's fitted to my hips where the lace and floral detail start in a whimsical look. My hair is pinned back so to be out of my face minus some layers in the front as Jake loves to push them away. 

I take a deep breath as I hear the music for me start to play. He turns and looks at me and I see the tears in his eyes. Dan hands him something to wipe them away. He takes my breath away. He's wearing black dress pants, a white button down and a blue tie that brings out his eyes. I want nothing more then to run into his arms but my parents set the pace.

As we get to him, my mom sits down and my dad hands me to him. I stand there and can't help but smile at him while he's smiling at me. We go through all our vows, we had written them but we had to hand them off to be read by Ashley and Dan as we couldn't do it. He sees me crying during his and wipes the tears away not wanting to ruin my makeup.

We say our I dos and put the rings on each other. He lifts my veil and kisses me deeply and passionately. I melt into his body and as he pulls away he leans his head against mine. "Hello my beautiful wife" he says.

I shiver "hello, my handsome husband. Also you need to wear that tie more now I can't stop looking into your eyes" I say with a smile.

We walk back and head to the car.

We have the reception at the black swan and it's nothing short of amazing and fun. Lots of stolen kisses and our fingers interlocked as he promised.

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"Black Magic" *Part 11*

Ooops I MAY have lied before....

More angst comin 'atcha babes.

I'm sorry. We're getting there, I promise. I just love watching you cryyyyy!!!

I'm just kidding I love you all please don't stop reading my stuff.

(fun fact these are Raul's actual hands! It's from a LOF promo. THE FINGIES THO)

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So weird note here it won't let me edit this post on my computer for some reason to add the link to the new chapter and it looks stupid in the app but whatever....I hate this place sometimes. 🤨

You went the next day straight to Rafael’s office, but when you walked into the DA’s building, it was empty. What the hell was happening? Has the whole world gone nuts?

Before you turned to leave, one of the other assistant’s came out of the public bathroom.

“Hey YN, didn’t you get fired?”

“No-- Yes-- It’s a long story,”

“Well either way, I thought for sure you'd be the first one over to the church,” She chuckled.

“I'm sorry, what?” You felt your heart stop.

“The church? Where your subject of obsession is getting married?”

“I'm sorry, WHAT?”

“People talk, Y/N. Word is you’re obsessed with Barba, screaming at him and his fiancée like an unhinged psycho,” She tried not to laugh at you.

“I…” You began to have another panic attack.

“He can't ..how did she...he CAN'T….” You started hyperventilating.

“Ooookay I'm gonna leave you here for your mental breakdown. She scoffed and walked out. You immediately bolted out behind her, dialing Maria’s number, thanking God she gave it to you the other day.

“Hola?”

"Maria he's….he's getting married,” You gasped for air.

“Y/N? What are you talking about?”

“Rafael….he’s getting…” You tried to breathe. “He’s getting married, RIGHT NOW.”

“That doesn’t make sense, Raffi would never rush into something so--”

“You said it yourself Maria, that’s NOT Rafael,”

“You’re right. Well if there’s any trace of my Raffi, there’s only one church he’d get married at. I’ll text you the address and meet you there.”

“Okay…” You started to cry as you caught your breath.

“Hey, mija don’t give up yet, it’s not over!” Maria assured you.

“Okay…” You breathed, and hung up the phone.

-----

At the church you and Maria dashed around to find the groomsman room. You found it and Maria guarded the door.

You busted in without knocking to see Rafael straightening his tie, his tuxedo jacket hung on the mirror. He turned and stared at you in confusion.

“I...I’m sorry sweetie, are you lost?” He had concerns in his eyes. Concern for a ‘stranger’. You hoped it was because he knew you deep down, but you also knew Rafael was just a wonderful man who cared for all.

“You can't marry her Rafael” You said breathlessly, tired from running around the church.

“I’m sorry, what?” He half laughed, grabbing his jacket to put it on. You put a hand up to stop him.

“Because you don't love her,”

“I don't? Really?” He gave you an amused smile.

“No! She's using some kind of spell on you.” You cried.

“...Okay, is this some kind of prank? Is this Carisi’s idea of a joke?” Rafael continued to laugh, looking down the hall to see if Carisi was waiting to yell “GOTCHA COUNSELOR!”

“No, look you have to believe me. She’s been giving you an elixir that makes you think you’re in love with her.”

“...Um, okay seriously, this isn’t funny anymore sweetie,” He stopped laughing.

“I’m not kidding!” You stomped your foot,

“Look honey I’m-- I’m sorry, you must be confused. Did you come here with someone or--?” He put on a patronizing voice.

“I’m not some mental patient Rafael, l'm Y/N! Don’t you remember me? Look at me!” You stepped in front of the mirror.

“....No, I can’t say that I do. Really sweetie you need to--”

“STOP calling me sweetie. STOP patronizing me, and fucking LISTEN to me!!!!”

“...Okay, fine. Then I’m sorry you crazy person, but get the hell out of my dressing room,” He turned serious.

“No! Look listen to me Rafael, you don’t love Liv. She has you under some kind of bat crap crazy concoction of spells to keep you under her control!”

“Okay you’re ACTUALLY insane, how the hell did you get in here?”

“I came with Maria,”

“Maria? How do you know Maria? Oh did MARIA put you up to this?! God I know she was pissed I told her not to come, but to send a mental patient--”

“I’m not a fucking mental patient!” You yelled.

“And I’M not under some kind of bizarre spell,” He yelled back.

“Ok then….why do you think you feel stronger and stronger about Olivia every day?” You asked.

“Are you kidding me? Um sweetheart that's what you call being in love. You fall more and more everyday.” he scoffed.

“Not like that and you know it.” You challenged. “It doesn’t feel like that, I know it doesn’t. I KNOW you find it weird,”

“You don’t know anything about me. I love Liv and--”

“Then why are you doing this SO fast?” You cut him off.

“Excuse me?”

“You barely proposed to her a few days ago-- which by the way, NOT your idea,” You rolled your eyes.

“Wow...you are really...are you stalking me or something?” He narrowed his eyes.

“No, but I know you. You wouldn’t just rush into something like this,” You told him.

“It’s not rushing, honey. We’ve known each other for YEARS,” He scoffed with a laugh.

“Then why? Why now? Why is it SO urgent that you get married RIGHT now?!” You stomped your foot.

“BECUASE I LOVE HER YOU FUCKING PSYCHO!!” He screamed in your face angrily.

“No, you don’t! You didn’t take her to Maria, you didn’t take her to your special place. But you took me,” You didn't back down, you matched his volume as tears lined your eyes.

“And why would I do that? Because I was in love with you? Did I just forget an entire relationship with someone I’ve never met?” He was still yelling.

“No I--” You looked down in shame.

“You what?” He crossed his arms.

“.....I used it first,” You said softly.

“Excuse me?“

“I used it first, okay?” You said tears in your eyes. “I used an enhancement spell on you that made you fall in love with me for a day,”

“Ohhhh I SEE,” he chuckled mockingly. “So what you’re really saying is Olivia is playing your game, just better?”

“NO!” You screamed. “No, the stuff I used only enhanced stuff you already felt. Hers FABRICATED them. And I only used them for ONE DAY, because I love you enough to not want to keep you for myself if it’s not real,”

“But you just claimed it was real,” he pointed out.

“I didn’t know that at the time-- LOOK,” You grabbed his hands. “The only thing that matters is that Olivia is trapping you,”

“With magic.” He looked at you again with amusement.

“Yeah…” You didn’t like this.

“That I assume she got from you?” He nodded at you.

“No she used black magic, I used good magic,”

“Oh right right, the good magic that manipulates feelings. Of course,” He nodded sarcastically.

“Dammit Rafael I’m telling you the truth! I know the real you is there, deep down somewhere. I know he is and I know how he feels about me.

“Right...look you need to let this insane crush of yours go, lady. I don’t know how you know who I am, but I have zero clue who you are,”

“That's not true. I know that's not true,”

“Oh really?” He laughed sarcastically.

“You look like a penguin,” You simply said.

“I'm sorry, what?” He continued to laugh mockingly.

“You look like a penguin,” You looked into his eyes, trying to distract him so you could pour the vial you had in your bra into his coffee next to the mirror.

So now you're just resulting to insulting me? Look you--- Oh my god what the FUCK are you doing?!” He grabbed your hand before you reached the cup. He held it and stared wide eyed at the pink vial.

“What the FUCK is wrong with you? Did...Did some criminals send you? The Diablos have pretty girls doing their dirty work for them?”

“What? No--”

“Ohhh wait,” He became sarcastic again. “So you try and counteract ‘Evil’ Olivia’s ‘magic’ with your own ‘good’ magic, is that it?”

“...I mean--”

“Alright I was tolerating you before, but if you don’t leave RIGHT now, I’m going to call security.” He swiped the vial from you and smashed it on the ground.

“NO!!!!” You dropped to your knees in devastation. That was the one thing-- the ONE thing, besides--- Well, there was no fucking way you were getting anywhere near his lips at this point. You racked your brain, trying to think of something, anything.

“....Your middle name is Eduardo,” You said softly, still on your knees.

“...What did you just say?” Rafael’s face went from amused to shock.

“Your middle name is Eduardo. You tell everybody that it's Antonio but really it's Eduardo. You don't want anybody to know your real middle name because it’s your father’s name,”

“How did you--” He tried to ask but you weren’t done.

“Eduardo used to beat you and because of that you hate him and you don't want anything to be associated with him.” You stood up, not breaking eye contact.

“....How the hell… “ He looked at you. “...You DID use magic didn’t you?” Rafael gasped.

“Yes but I--”

“You used magic to read my mind didn’t you? You used it to manipulate me and try and use my deepest secret into trying to make me think I loved you." He looked at you in disgust.

"No, it's not--" You tried to explain, but Rafael wouldn't stop.

"...That we had this perfect day together, that-- that what I bared my soul to you because I was so safe with you? So IN LOVE with you?" He spat.

"You ARE!!!!" You were crying now.

“Alright that’s it I’m calling security….” He muttered angrily.

“No! Wait, Rafael please...just….just look into my eyes,” you begged. Maybe if he stared at you, he’d remember that day when you held him and planted that memory. You went to grab his hands but he pushed you away from him.

“Get the hell away from me you psycho! SECURITY!” He moved past you and opened the door. “SECURITY!”

“No! Rafael! Please, oh god please, please PLEASE you have to remember. Remember I told you about my Broadway dream, just like yours” He was looking down the hall for a security guard, you were still yelling at him.

“Stop it.” He tried ignoring your words while looking both ways down the halls.

“...And and I told you about how my parents died and you said that you used to play and dance and sing at your abuela’s house because it was the only place you felt safe--”

“STOP IT!” He threw his hands over his ears.

“And then you told me that it wasn't until you met me that you felt that safe again. With ME!!!!” You were sobbing now, trying to get him to remember.

“SHUT UP!!!!!” He screamed, his eyes flashed a bright neon purple. Suddenly two men grabbed either of your arms and started dragging you away.

“Look, Rafael--” You fought the security guards.

"What?" Rafael held up his hand for the guards to stop and let you talk.

"Just answer me this: Even if, EVEN IF you think that I-- I used some mind control and 'took' that memory from you-- have you told Liv?"

"Told Liv what?"

"That story, that memory. Your real middle name!" You felt fresh tears falling, and you swear you saw the purple fade for a moment in Rafael's eyes.

"...Of course I have--" He shook his head with a sarcastic laugh.

"No you haven't. I know you haven't, because I straight up ASKED her what your middle name was, and she said it was Antonio," You smirked at him.

"Well, that's because I haven't had a chance to tell her--"

"You can lie to me all you want Rafael, but you need to really ask yourself why haven't you told her? In the YEARS that you've been 'in love'? Why have you never felt safe enough with her to tell her your deepest darkest shame? Does that sound like 'true love' to you? Does that even compute with what you THINK you feel about her?"

Rafael eyes darted back and forth, purple and blue swirled around violently as he took in your words. But he fought them, and shook it out of his head.

"Whatever, stop trying to play mind games with me you witch," He waved his hands for the guards to take you away, but you added one last thing:

“I’m going to go to your favorite spot in the city, the one place you go to when you’ve had a really long day or a bad day in court. If you go there, and I’m there-- you’ll know I’m telling the truth.”

“Yeah, OKAY. He rolled his eyes. “I’ll be busy getting married, psychopath,” He nodded for the men to drag you out but you broke free and walked out yourself, at least you’d have dignity.

You walked out of the church and broke down in tears. Both Maria and Chloe were waiting for you, they ran to hug you as you fell down sobbing.

“Aw honey, oh baby--” Maria held you while you cried.

“We--We have to go,” You tried to get yourself under control.

“Go? Go Where?” Chloe looked at you confused.

“Central Park,” You simply said.

You had to believe in your love now. That’s all you had left.

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I'm Not Okay With This: The Three Of Many

"CHAPTER FOUR"

~12 years ago~

As he watched his two little girls and little boy play in the sun, he smiled brightly. His children were playing ball, nothing more made him happy as of raising his children on his own.

"Daddy come play with us!" His daughters call out motioning him over.

As a father, he knew he'd always make time to play with his children. "Kick me the ball sweetie." He calls out.

One of the girls kicks him the ball, as the children race towards their dad and tackle him to the ground trying to wrestle the ball from him.

"We got you." They laughed.

~present day~

It was day 4380.

Those people had zero right to take them from me. I was a perfect parent. I did everything to protect them. I gave them a home, a puppy that they got to name together.

My world became shattered, never was the same. I let my daughters down. I let myself down.

Once I find my other daughter, I will make those cruel people pay. My secret is kept hidden from the world, my daughters however haven't been so diligent on keeping it hidden from the world.

"Why did you bring me back here? I left to see my family." Sydney cried on the black cushioned couch.

"You know why. I told you never to leave, and you did." I slam my fist on the glass table.

"Please stop doing that." Sydney shakes nervously.

I approach Sydney took a seat next to her, I calmed myself before speaking to her again. "Sydney listen. I will tell you everything soon, just, please help me find my daughter and I will have no more secrets from you."

"What do I have to do?" Sydney asks.

I give her a crook smile.

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Dina's POV

"What the hell do you mean, we did it?" Stanley shouted at the principal.

"The football players said you pushed them down the steps which is why they are bruised up badly. Do either of you want to explain why you harmed other students?" The principal spoke.

"We never did that." Stanley and I argued.

"That video says otherwise." Stanley parents spoke.

"Dina Marie... you should be shamed of yourself and apologize to those boys." My mom yelled.

"Mom we didn't do it. An adult man did sort of." I cried.

As the principal continued to talk to the parents Stanley and I stood outside of the office waiting to hear our punishment. "You and I both know we didn't do this." I say to Stanley.

"I just can't figure out how what we know what happened, and explain why on the video footage it was different." Stanley spoke.

"What about that man we saw?" I look at him. "Why wasn't he in the video along with Syndey?"

Before I could get another word in, both my and Stanley's parents exited the office and separated us apart. "Let's go home." My mother muttered forcing me towards the entrance doors of the school out into the school parking lot.

"Are they letting me stay in school?" I ask my parents as we got to the red Buick car.

"They suspend you for a month." My father growled lowly.

"What about Stanley?"

"Why does it matter how much he got?" My father argued.

"Let's just say he has a lesser punishment than you." My father finally said.

I wanted to say more, but my parents forced me into the car ending the conversation about my school suspension.

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Ashley's POV

"Hey new girl, wanna come to watch us at practice on the field?" A football player called out to me, as I placed my school books in my locker.

"How about no." I say to one of them.

"Your a feisty one." The head football player smirked.

"She said no." A boy my age appears out of nowhere then somehow blew air powerful enough to swift the football players away.

"Come with me." The boy says to me reaching his hand out to me. "Your not alone Ashley."

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The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 101 - San Sequoia Bound

We're back with the Lemons! …Just in time for Gemma to have a diaper change disaster.

Ophelia: Sheesh, Gem, look at what you did to the changing table. You might just be the stinkiest girl in the world but I still love you.

Gemma: 😏

Xander: Why do I have to clean this?

Ophelia: Because I changed the diaper that resulted in that mess and trust me, it was worse.

Time for breakfast! Hope that didn't ruin anyone's appetite.

Now that Gemma can grasp things, let's try her first finger food!

I can't believe it. This is the first food she hasn't either been unsure of the first time trying it, or actually hated. Sliced bananas are a winner!

Gemma cleared her whole plate!

Ophelia: Look at you, big girl, eating all by yourself.

Gemma babbles back at her momma, trying her best to replicate this 'conversation' stuff.

Ophelia: I see. Fascinating!

Part of the basement has been renovated and Xander's finally ready to show it off. It's a nectar maker's heaven!

Ophelia: It looks amazing, sweetie.

Gemma: Buh!

Ophelia: Gemma agrees!

Xander: Well, as long as Gemma likes it.

Xander can't wait to try the nectar maker out!

Xander takes off his shoes and gets to stomping on some apples!

Ophelia works on crawling a little more with Gemma.

Xander slips and falls into the apple mush but, luckily, Gemma and Ophelia were a bit preoccupied.

Ophelia: There you go! You're getting so much steadier!

Xander: Wish I could say the same.

Gemma is beat from all that crawling practice. She slumps onto the floor and rests her little eyes.

Ophelia: Aww, is Momma's girl sleepy? Come here, I'll give you a nap.

As Ophelia rocks their baby to sleep, Xander finishes creating his first bottle of nectar. There will surely be many more to come!

Ophelia gazes down at Gemma, her conversation with Celeste fresh in her mind.

As Xander gets to work on his next batch, Ophelia quietly murmurs to her daughter.

Ophelia: I don't know how any parent could treat their baby so poorly. I promise to love you no matter what.

Meanwhile, Xander is riding the struggle bus when it comes to this nectar making stuff.

Marshmallow has come to judge her father for his failure.

Ophelia: HA! This is so going on Simstagram!

Xander: Love you too, babe.

It's time for dinner!

Xander: Mmm, yogurt melts! Nomnomnom

Ophelia sets out two plates of meatloaf for her and Xander. A bit more filling than yogurt melts but Gemma will get some milk before bed to make up for it.

Dinner conversation turns to a rare subject: Ophelia's parents.

Ophelia: The nerve of them, telling people I'm taking over the family firm when I haven't spoken to them in years! Where do they get off?

Xander: You're gonna be a B-Lister soon. I don't think they can keep it up.

Ophelia: I'd love to give them a piece of my mind.

Xander: Why don't you?

Ophelia: Because it would involve talking to them.

Xander: You can do whatever you need to do to protect yourself, Lemon Cake, but maybe confronting them would give you some sort of closure.

Ophelia: I do kind of want to rub my success in their faces. Except Gemma, they're not getting anywhere near her.

Xander: I can take a few days off work and go with you. I definitely don't want her meeting them either but taking her on a trip to your hometown might be nice.

Ophelia: I'd love to take her to the old splash pad my gran and gramps took me to. Hopefully it won't be too cold… Okay, yeah. Maybe making a trip out of it will make it less miserable. I'm sure Celeste would love to hang out. We could even visit Marcie and Joaquin!

Xander: I'm down for whatever'll make this easier, babe.

Ophelia: Okay, I guess it's settled! We're going to San Sequoia!

[turkisherlockian]

Books And Sins | Chapter Three [Benedict Cumberbatch AU]

Word count: 1115

A/N: Hi guys! I hope you like it hehehe! Let me know what you think and if you'd like more! Feedbacks are appreciated and so motivating! Enjoy! ❤️ -Cer

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Katherine took a sip of her coffee as Benedict couldn't take his eyes off her. If it was someone else she would freak out, but it was him. The man who drove her crazy.

"How was your day, darling?" He leaned back in his seat, smiling at her gently.

The young woman took a deep breath before speaking, she did have a rough day. However, she didn't want to bore him with talking about her shitty day so she just said "It was fine... Same as usual. How about yours?" Katherine smiled and tilted her head sweetly.

Another lie, Benedict thought. We'll need to fix that sweet, filthy mouth of yours.

"My day was... A bit boring, actually." He lied, "I don't know if you like writing but I do know you like reading, but I assume you can imagine how hard it is to write when you just... Can't think of anything to write when you turn on your laptop... But I must tell you it was mainly because of you."

"Me?.." Katherine looked upset, "Because I texted you?... I'm so sorry!"

Oh, but you're so sweet, darling. So innocent.

Benedict chuckled, "No! Because I couldn't stop thinking about you."

"Aww," Katherine looked down with a big smile, biting her lip a bit.

God, no, don't do that if you don't want me to take you right here.

The young man smirked and leaned over the table, holding her small hand in his that engulfed it. Katherine was amazed by how big his hand was compared to hers, then she looked up at him but saw a red stain on his jumper. Katherine frowned a little, "Is that blood?..."

Shit, Benedict thought, he looked down at his jumper, "Oh... My nose bled before I came here, sorry..."

"No, it's fine." She smiled, "You didn't hit your nose anywhere, did you?"

Benedict blinked a few times before answering her question, she was so observant and with that beautiful smile, he wanted nothing but to kiss her. "No, thankfully. It happens from time to time. The doctor said it's nothing important, so..." He shrugged with a smile.

Katherine nodded and sipped her coffee, thinking about what to say next because of the awkward silence' presence. Then she decided to ask about his book.

"I'm not going to deny that I googled your name, but I found nothing..."

"Oh, about that... I write under a pen name."

"Oh!" Katherine raised her eyebrows in interest, "That's cool! What's your pen name?"

Benedict chuckled, "I'll tell you if..." He pretended to think, "If you let me take you out for dinner."

"Dinner?" Katherine giggled, "Deal. When?"

"I'm always free, so it's up to you."

The young woman hummed, "I'm usually free after work, and on weekends... How about tomorrow?"

You're always free because you barely see your friends. You'd rather spend time with your books or chat with your online friends, would you not, sweet girl?

"Sounds great. Is 7 PM okay?"Katherine nodded.

"Could you give me your address? I'll pick you up... I mean, if you'd like to. Or I can pick you up from somewhere else..."

She didn't even hesitate to give him her address when Benedict took a pen and notebook out of his bag to write it down. His hands, his eyes, even his handwriting... He was beautiful and Katherine knew that she fell under his spell.

I already knew your address, but... "Thank you darling." Benedict smiled and put them back in his bag, aware of the pair of eyes watching him intensely.

"Where are we going to go?" Katherine asked quietly with a smile, "That's gonna be a surprise."

"Tell me what to wear, then..."

He hummed, "Anything would look good on you, sweetie..."

Katherine blushed and chuckled, "Be more specific!"

"Hmm..." He smirked, "You might want to wear a dress."

"It's gonna be fancy, then."

"Just like you."

"I'm not fancy..." Katherine giggled shyly.

"Yes, you are..." And I know you're not used to being called nice things... Another thing we need to fix, my love.

"I won't argue with you..." You should never, my sweet girl.

Benedict chuckled and then they started talking about the past. "I haven't seen them since we graduated... I don't follow them on Instagram either. I'm barely active there, actually."

I know. "I didn't really have a good relationship with the others and I moved to another city for college, so... I probably wouldn't even recognize them if I saw them now."

Katherine nodded, "Where did you go?"

"Manchester. I studied English Literature and Creative Writing."

"Can't wait to see how creative you write..." She smirked.

Oh... Flirtatious, are we darling?

"You might find out tomorrow." Benedict winked at her. You can't imagine how creative I am in bed, as well.

They kept talking for more than an hour, both of them being flirtatious and Katherine falling for him as Benedict expected. He had a hard time with fixing his boxers secretly since he was incredibly turned on, and hoped that she wouldn't feel his erection against her stomach when they hugged. You're too innocent to even notice, he thought.

"I'll see you tomorrow then..." Benedict leaned down to kiss her cheek and Katherine felt herself get wet.

Her cheeks were red and that didn't go unnoticed by Benedict, however he didn't make a comment about it to not make her uncomfortable. Katherine smiled, "See you..." She said quietly and started walking down the street. He stalked her to make sure she went home safely, sighing when it was time to go home.

He got into his car and drove home that was pretty close to hers, then got comfortable on his bed before unzipping his trousers.

Katherine texted Samantha immediately and took off her clothes, throwing herself on her bed as she waited for a reply but her friend wasn't even online. She was only wearing her panties when she started touching herself, closing her eyes as his kiss lingered on her cheek.

Benedict's eyes widened when he saw her masturbating, yes, he was watching her. He's been watching her since a few months ago, actually, when Katherine called the landlord to deal with her broken tap.

He could barely look at the screen as he was about to come and Katherine arched her back when she cried out, "Benedict!"

Benedict came all over his hand, his heart beating fast and vision blurry. Oh, love... He panted as he watched her calm down, still lying on her bed.

Maybe you're not as innocent as I thought... That was a surprise, but a good one, indeed. My naughty girl...

I can't wait to have you.

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Chapter Four

Let me know what you think! ❤️

[gloomyhearts]

Always by your side || Luke Patterson

Chapter two ~ just look up the sky

people grow together through darkness. does this band will make it without their most important human being.

After years will everything keep the same?

Luke patterson x oc

January 1995

Sabrina came home from school and was on her way to the garage where her favourite human beings have rehearsal before playing at the club the next day. The chords of 'now or never' blasting all the way to the front street. Jumping from her board she ran up the driveway, stopping at the door to catch her breath.

She threw the doors opened as she stepped in.

"Welcome stranger" Luke laid his free arm around her shoulders pulling her in the middle of the room.

"I don't want to push your ego but you're guys becoming better everyday," she pushed Luke's arm away when Alex glanced at them. Sending him an apologetic look.

"Thank you Brie" Reggie sending her a warm smile.

"Just the truth Reg" mirroring his smile she walked over to the couch and sat down. "What songs are you playing tomorrow?" She lay down her hands resting on her stomach. She twisted the ring Luke gifted her last year.

"Now and never is an essential. And then we will see, how's the public, their vibes and so," Bobby explains. Sabrina wasn't a fan of the fourth member to the fact that he's trying to steal Luke the show always ripping his lyrics saying negative words about them and his said words aren't any help either.

"Now or never is a hit boys I really like it"

"You just say that because you're my sister," Alex insisted.

"That's bullshit," she retorted.

"But just try 'Welcome home,'" Sabrina suggests.

"But there's a piano part," Luke remarked.

"Don't mind me sitting down here," Sabrina points to the keyboard and sat behind it.

She began to play the beginning chords as Alex softly hit on his drum.

Feeling high always chasing the light.

Calming down when everything's loud.

Adrenaline rushing through my body,

My heart beats for moment like these.

Luke plucks his guitar farster, the drums getting louder and the boys began to scream.

In the dark

We're jamming from our hearts

No regrets

Blood rushing through my head

Welcome home

Always grateful for you

The cheers

Echoing through my head

The keyboard was facing the band giving Sabrina the chance to study their emotions. Luke's eyes always laying on her even as he's walking between the other two guitarist.

Hours to go but always thinking 'bout you

Seeing you in the crowd

Brings ache to my heart.

But this band's like homeee.

Sabrina sung quietly in background every word of the lyric when her favorite passage was to come.

Some chase the fame and lose themselves

But with you I'm being grounded

Flying high and blasting through the sky

Would never feel the same without you

Their eyes glaring at her when she was the only one singing this phrase, the boys astonished by her voice froze in tracks. Her eyes narrowed to keep on playing their instruments.

Seconds later the music started again.

Welcome home

Always grateful for you

The cheers

Echoing through my heart

Welcome home

Always grateful for you

The cheers

Echoing through my heart

The chords slowly dying as Alex hit his ride a last time.

"This was spectacular" he jumped in front of his drums.

"This is.. Will you have to join the band" his hands now resting on her upper arms, shaking Sabrina lightly.

Shaking her head she just laughed. "You know I wouldn't, Lexi" she began to thickle his abdomen as he removes his hands.

Reggie agrees to Alex nodding his head steady.

"Think about it Brina" Luke spoke smirking.

"I'll think about it" the corner of his mouth turned up. He stretched his hand in front of her as she grabbed it he squeezed it slightly.

He dragged her closer by shoving his arm to his body, he leans down to her and whispers. "You smell nice today" her cheeks turning red as turned away to cover her up. Alex observes it critical.

"I've got to go. Don't stay up too late," she calls after the group. She waves to the boys when she walked out of the door Luke hold open.

Skateboarding down the main street the sky a mild orange and yellow as the sun; already dotted with stars. Sabrina was almost in her friend's street as a jolt threw her down her board she even flew a few yards; hitting the ground with a loud thud and sliding a bit more. Her skin now cluttered with abrasions on her left side. She pressed on her upper arm trying to stop the blood

The blonde girl lay on the cold pavement surrounded by tourists and pedestrians. Eyes glaring on her staring at her wounds, some chatters whereas she couldn't understand it.

In the distance she heard sirens over her loud sobbing; a wave of relief and hope floating through her tired body.

She was lifted into the ambulance and they start to drive to the hospital.

At the arrival of the car they rushed to the emergencyroom. Shifting her into a bed before taking her to the tests.

The first nurse pushing a needled for the IV into her hand when she saw her naked hand sadness overcame her.

"The..the ring" she stutters.

"There was no ring" the paramedic explained dry and shrugged his shoulders. She lost her consciousness right after.

A steady beeping was the only noise in the room. Her body covered with wires plugged into machines for her vitals. A nurse entered as she saw Sabrina opens her eyes.

"Hello dear. Great to see you. So what's your name?" she sat down next to the bed.

"Brie" she struggles to breath.

"Slow. Take your time," the nurse soothed. Sabrina's hand slightly shakes as she tries to imply. "You wanna write?" The blonde just nodded.

Writing has always helped me.

"There you go"she handed her paper and a pen.

Sabrina Willow Mercer. It wasn't her best writing but readable.

"Got this." The nurse grabbed the paper and left.

She left her three empty papers, so she began to write with all the power she has left.

Minutes later the woman came back reassuring she reached someone at home. A single tear escape her eyes as she quietly sobs. What if this are here last breaths and no one of her family was here she'd do everything to hear their voices one last time. She remembers the rehearsal hours ago.

"Your mom said she is on her way after calling your dad and collecting your brother." Laying her hand on Sabrina's arm her thumb rubbing an unscathed spot. The girl in the bed mouthed a 'thanks'.

What felt like hours of waiting her mother and the blonde boy ran into her room.

"Baby" her mom threw her body down next to the bed grabbing her hand.

"Will" Alex stumbled towards the bed reddish eyes staring at her.

"She's going to be alright, right?" He turned to the nurse.

"That's not mine remit sir" she left.

Alex softly moving next to her in the bed. "We'll make it. We always do" he pressed a kiss on her temple pulling her into his side.

Their mother started whimpering remembering what the nurse told on the phone. She gave Brian's hand a small kiss holding it near to her heart. Alex was this situation suspicious. He sniffed her scent in; the ocean breeze.

"Lex.." Sabrina's voice broke halfway.

"Psst. Let me hold you" he pressed her tighter into his side.

The girl hold the letters over to him. "When I... when I die.." the siblings whimpered in sync.

"These are for you, mom and dad and Luke" his name gave him a flashback to Luke's reaction as Alex rushed out of the garage running towards their car and leaving without a word. Luke didn't moved since then.

"Call him" she pointed towards the door giving him a resuring smile.

Minutes past when Alex walked back in. "He's coming" he took his spot again laying his arm around her shoulder.

"You sure about this?" He raised the letters and she nodded.

The shaggy haired boy arrived as Sabrina was sleeping in Alex arms. "She's alright right?" He questioned and the blonde boy shakes his head much to his dislike.

"I talked to the doctor they gave her maximally a week" his thumb brushes the tears away. "If they find a donor.." he sobbed thinking about a life without this sunshine.

"That's not true. It can't. She's so young" Luke's body fell into the chair. The Mercer mom left an hour ago.

Luke intertwined their fingers bringing her hand up to his forehead. He felt a light pressure on his hand and looked up at Sabrina. A small smile on her lips. "Hey gorgeous" he didn't cared if Alex was still with them.

"You're going to be alright. We'll find a way Brina," Luke whispers, his voice shaking.

The next day Sabrina woke up to two boys sleeping with their heads on her bed, quiet snorts escaping their mouths.

She wanted to let them sleep they need it. Flashbacks from last night crashing onto her.

The boys refused to play tonight but she insisted that's their chance, there always managers who could sign them.

'Just let it go',

'we're not leaving you here, alone.'

'don't let this chance die because of me' she retorted. As she mentions the word 'die' the time stand still, the air around them getting cold, their eyes not daring to look at her.

"Morning Will" Alex greets, his voice just above a whisper; his hand sliding through his hair trying to smooth it.

"Hey" she tried to smile.

"How are you feeling?"

"Greatest I've ever been" she sarcastically said, rolling her eyes.

The siblings laughed the first time since the whole accident. Luke awoke to them laughing and his muscles eased a bit. Seeing them relieved, laughing, this gives him hope, hope she'll survive this.

"Morning there sweetie" Alex says towards Luke who rubbed his eyes in the process of waking up.

"Morning" he yawns and stretched his arms up.

"I'm getting breakfast any wishes?" Alex stands up and began to sneak to the door.

"Pancakes" his sister calls after him.

"We're not in a hotel" he shakes his head in disbelief. The three of them erupting in laughter.

"A coffee, please" Luke adds.

Alex was out the door so Luke took the chance to climb up into the bed. His arm resting around her shoulders. Her head resting on his shoulder and his head on hers.

"I can't do this tonight without you, Brina." his voice a shaking whisper.

"Of course you'll rock this, all of you. Do it for me P." Sabrina turned on her side and rested her head in his chest, hearing his heartbeat calmed her. His right hand plays with a strand of her wavy hair. Unfortunately one of his rings gets tangled in it.

"Ouh" exclaimed the girl reaching for his hand and slowly puts his hand in front of her face. Thank God her hair is long that this is possible.

"Keep still" Sabrina points out.

She took the ring off of his finger and entangled it from her hair. Luke watching her moves closely. She let out a small chuckle.

"Where's your ring" he grabs her hand finding the naked spot around her index.

"I've must lost it. The paramedic said he hasn't found anything" the corners of her mouth dropping down, she sighed.

"No problem. I'll find it" Alex enters the room again with their drinks in his hands and a chocolate chip muffin. He reached the bed and hand them their orders.

"Can I have a bite" she made puppy eyes which always convinced him.

"Fine" he exhales holding it in front of her. Taking a large bite she smile without teeth; making kissing sounds to thank him.

The boys left around lunch due to her following tests but Alex dropped in minutes after she was pushed out of her room bringing her journal and her pencil case. Arriving back and seeing the utensils she smiled and began to write down her thoughts, forming poems and wisdoms.

Sabrina's view laid on the clock at it hit 7pm which means their show begins right now, she wishes to be there seeing them relieved and freed, dancing over the stage having fun with each other.

"Hello guys we're sunset curve" Luke was interrupted by Reggie's 'tell your friends'

"We want to dedicate this night for a special one who couldn't be here today" his mood darken slightly.

They began to play the chorus to 'now or never' and the people radiate the same energy as the band. The crowed danced to the words the band sings.

The song came to an end and Luke exchanged glances with the other guys, nodding their heads they were ready to jam 'Welcome home'.

Mid song Luke stopped singing and stared into the void. He lost his focus, frozen without her; that's when it hits him like a train it wasn't just a silly crush, he loves her.

Tears began to build in his eyes as he tried to focus back on the music.

When the last chords were played he ran out of the bar and to the place Sabrina told him she had the accident.

Earlier the day he didn't find the ring, the probability to find it now is zero but he didn't would give up until he held it in his hand.

Luke arrived to a jumbled room, nurses running in and out same as doctors. Loud chattering and beeping of machines. He rushed into her room, Alex already sat by her side. He grabbed her other hand holding it and squeezing it constantly. Sabrina tried to sat up, her hands trying to escape their grip. They all lean in closer, heads now in the middle of the bed.

"Just look up the sky. I'm the brightest star guiding the way. Watching you. Always by your side" her hands resting on each of the cheeks from Luke and Alex. Luke takes her hand and puts the ring back on her index, she slowly proceeded the gesture and it takes all her power to sent him a heartwarming smile but it didn't reached her eyes too tired.

"I love you" Sabrina's hands falling lifeless onto the bed. The machines now with a monotonous sound and a flat line. Tears streaming down their checks. Holding her hand not able to proceed that’s she’s gone, forever

[borathae]

Everytime we get to know more about Yoongi, I am on my toes. I want to know everything about him.

What a way to get up. I can feel my anger coming by only thinking about it.

Letting Yoongi go would be a huge mistake. They are basically lost without him. He knows so much specially about the Alphas. He has fought many many battles (also against the Alphas). And he is the strongest vampires we know so far.

His ears can still turn red. You keep it ahh

Oh no he is not home. But not surprising. I just hope he is okay.

Yoongi is like, you are getting to cocky, let's put your feet back on the ground.

But today is specially rough.

And he is just letting his anger out on her. That's not fair.

The atmosphere is so tense.

I get his point but it's just too much. He could have handled it better. But Yoongi is Yoongi.

But can we talk about how fucked up it is that Koo wants and needs affection and love. But he can't have it because he is a ripper and thrusting for her blood. This is torture. My baby🥺

AND YOONGI IS A RIPPER??? NOW MANY THINGS MAKE SO MUCH MORE SENSE. WHY HE CAN TRAIN KOOK LIKE NOBODY ELSE. AND WHY HE IS SO FEARED, JUST IMAGINE HOW POWERFUL HE IS. HE IS NOT ONLY OLD WHICH MEANS MORE POWERS BUT HE IS ALSO A RIPPER. DON'T MESS WITH YOONGI. Like HOW is he able to hide this for so long. His self control must be insane which brings me to the question, why is he how he is. Who reached him that? What did he went through?

And we get more interaction with Hobi. I like this.

No weed brownies but blood brownies😂

Oh Hobi, sweety. You are such a wonderful person.

I feel like all of them including Tae can go to her and talk about their problems (and they have so much unresolved issues, bros you need therapy) and they are understood without judgment. She can reassure just like they need it. She is a person the need in their lives.

Kiss kiss kiss💋

This is so sweet. I really like their dynamic.

I have no idea what comes next but I really look forward to it.

🌟

Everytime we get to know more about Yoongi, I am on my toes. I want to know everything about him.

I seriously cAN'T WAIT FOR THE CHAPTER WHERE HIS BACKSTORY GETS REVEALED OMFG 👀

Letting Yoongi go would be a huge mistake. They are basically lost without him. He knows so much specially about the Alphas. He has fought many many battles (also against the Alphas). And he is the strongest vampires we know so far.

THIS!! omfg he is truly a blessing in disguise. Just imagine the mess they would be in right now if they didn't have Yoongs. Kook most definitely would have eaten OC by now. If that wouldn't be the case, I am sure that Jimin wouldn't stay away from the house either (cause you know he ain't gonna go there when Yoongs is just chilling in the living room, but two very young vampires? hah! he'd take his chances with them)

I get his point but it's just too much. He could have handled it better. But Yoongi is Yoongi.

Okay but I get it omfg, it's like "yes my man, we all think your anger is valid but please show it differently next time" also I'm just saying but be excited for the next chapter as far as this issue is concerned

But can we talk about how fucked up it is that Koo wants and needs affection and love. But he can't have it because he is a ripper and thrusting for her blood. This is torture. My baby🥺

nonoononononooono nonon NO NO NONONON nooooo 😭😭😭

Like HOW is he able to hide this for so long. His self control must be insane which brings me to the question, why is he how he is. Who reached him that? What did he went through?

OMGMGM YAAAAS YOU ARE SURPRISED BY IT TOO!!!! NICEEEE!!! I WAS SO SAD THAT I WASN'T ABLE TO KEEP HIS SECRET A SURPRISE SO IT'S NICE TO HEAR THAT SOME OF YOU WERE STILL SURPRISED HEHE 👀 okay but seriously though, where did he learn all of that? who taught him? or did he have to learn all his tricks by himself? Yoongi talked about how lonely the life of a Ripper is, what if he had noone to guide him and to teach him and to hold him reassuringly when he messed up?

and they have so much unresolved issues, bros you need therapy

LMAAOOAOAO MOOD this is me @ myself 🥴😂

Thank you so, so much for reading my sweetest! You are truly a star!! 🥺💗💜

[that-bajan-kid]

Boku No Hero Academia Chapter 273 SPOILERS

(Well what do you fucking know. He didn't immediately cut back to the mansion. I'm so proud.)

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Holy shit Deku. That's my fucking son right there! I'm so proud. Now get the fuck outta there.

OH FUCK IT DIDN'T DO SHIT!

Izuku has a flash back of that time he saw Shigaraki at the mall where Shiggy explains how his quirk works.

Izuku realises this is all Shigaraki's doing, like no shit Sherlock. Who else do you know has a quirk like this.

Shouto has used Heaven Piercing Ice Wall. It was ineffective.

We got a double page spread of everyone running for their fucking lives. The kids are carrying as many people as they can.

BURNING IS STILL TRYING TO CONTACT THEM. SHIT THAT CLOSE UP ON SHOUTO AND NEJIRE WHEN SHE CALLED OUT FOR ENDEAVOUR AND RYUUKYUU.

Everything went to shit so fast for them.

Fuck.

Tomura I love you but please stop. You're going to kill my children.

Also look at this bitch with his brand fucking new cape and his goddamn stage he made for himself. Are we sure Tomura isn't a Todoroki too. This some dramatic ass shit he's doing. First he wakes up from the dead in the most dramatic way possible and the very first thing he did was steal a fucking cape and destroy a whole ass city. If that ain't dramatic...

Well that answers that fucking question. Guess X-Less actually did destroy the machine like he said he would. Probably why Tomura went all Thanos on everyone's asses.

Someone says "Do... It..." and I can't tell if it's Tomura hearing voices or if it's him remembering shit. With the way the speech bubble is drawn it could be either.

Tomura picks up an ominous looking remote off the ground while talking about how OP he is now. He also realises that if he's awake then his people are probably fucked.

OH FUCK IT WAS A COMUNICATOR FOR GIGANTO. TOMURA JUST FUCKING SUMMONED THE WHOLE CREW TO HIS LOCATION. WHERE THE CHILDREN ARE. I'm suddenly getting flashbacks to that season 2 (?) intro. The one with Izuku fighting all those fucking villains all by himself.

Oh right this shit is happening. Between Hawks being on his deathbed and the absolute shit storm going down at what used to be Jakku Hospital, it's hard to keep track of all the reasons to lose my shit.

Wait lemme guess. Fucking Giganto's gonna pick this moment to make his presence known, right?

Fat tells Fumi to take Hawks to their back up team and for some reason doesn't follow him but that's fine.

Mt. Lady is not happy about Geten knocking her flat on her ass and proceeds to punch her way through the ice.

Everyone is following the path Mt. Lady made.

The fuck?

I was like "Didn't Twice already kill this bitch like five chapters ago?" And then I read the dialogue. Shit, Toga's gonna fucking kill them all. And she can use this no-name's quirk too. Oh fuck this guy's fucking dead lol.

Yup.

I expected nothing less from her. You kill those extras Toga. Since we don't know their names then they probably weren't important anyway. You're doing great sweety.

Dabi hops on down to where Compress is literally just chilling on the balcony watching the chaos that is Toga unfold like he's watch the fucking sun set.

Compress is all "The fuck have you been? You're one of the leaders." To which Dabi responds "You too bitch."

Compress says Toga lost it after Twice died and now she's on a suicide mission to take out as many heroes as possible. And then Toga says living is to hard which is a big mood but like also don't do a kamikaze please. I can't have my favourite Yandere vampire villain dying on me.

Toga says she wants a world full of things she likes and that the heroes are in the way of that while sport a truly TERRIFYING face. The for some reason zoomed in on Gang Orca when she said this who, by the way, did actually see that villain that tried to sneak up on him in 271.

WHOSE FUCKING HA- OHMYGOD FUCKING GIGANTOMACHIA! I completely forgot about his ass and it hasn't even been 5 minutes!

MY MAN ENDEAVOUR COMING WITH THE CLUTCH. But seriously, there's no way they were dying. At least not out of sight of the students.

If Horikoshi really wants them dead he'd do it in full view of the kids. They're training to be heroes damn it, they need their daily dose of trauma. Fuck, Aizawa is full fledged hero and he still has to take his daily recommended dose of PTSD inducing trauma.

If Shouto wants to be the best hero he can be he has to watch his father die a horrible, pain full death before he resolves his conflicted feelings about him. Hawks still needs to tell Katsuki that he killed Best Jeanest. All Might still needs to die in Izuku's arms. Aizawa and Mic still need to bring Shirakumo back only to lose him for good this time. This is a Shonen manga damn it! Horikoshi isn't allowed to kill important characters off screen.

HEAR THAT HORIKOSHI? YOU AIN'T ALLOWED TO PULL ANOTHER BEST JEANEST!!

Until next time.