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[dwightworker]

A Guide to Floor Removal in Sydney: What to Expect and How to Prepare

Floor removal is a key step in creating a fresh, updated space. For Sydney homeowners, professional floor removal can provide peace of mind, with the expertise to handle various floor types, control dust, and manage waste disposal. Whether you're replacing carpets with hardwood or switching tiles for a sleek, modern look, floor removal is the foundation of a successful home renovation.

[alisonsfics]

take care of you

pairing: carmy berzatto x reader

summary: carmy obviously cares about the wellbeing of everybody who works at the bear, but it’s different with you. everyone realizes how crazy he is about you when almost loses his mind when you cut your hand.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: mentions of blood, stitches, and needles, but not too graphic

“Everybody still good and focused?” Carmy called out to the kitchen. “Yes, chef,” the room echoed. The Bear was doing a test run for a special event. And a brand new menu always meant chaos at the Bear.

You were chopping away at vegetables, continuously looking up at the clock to stay on time.

You glanced up to check the time and got distracted by Richie bumping a container onto the floor. Only looking away for a second, the knife in your hand slipped and cut the palm of your hand.

“Oh, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” you mumbled to yourself, in instant pain. Carmy heard you swearing over his shoulder and glanced over at you. First, he saw your face and could tell you were in pain. Then, he caught a glimpse of the red that was spreading on your hand. “Ow, fuck. Carmy?” You called out, having no idea that he had already noticed.

“Oh, shit,” he said, immediately turning off the stove and abandoning his station. He raced to your side, grabbing a towel and quickly wrapping it around your hand.

“You’re okay, you’re okay,” he assured you. He grabbed your arm and started guiding you towards the big sink. “Out of the way, please. Give us some space, guys,” Carmy said, urgently.

He removed the towel from your hand. He turned on the water and stuck your hand under it. “Syd, I need the first aid kit quickly, please.” He called out. You saw Sydney quickly run towards the office.

Carmy noticed that you’d started breathing faster. “Hey hey hey, look at me. Don’t look at that. Just focus on me,” he said, noticing how frantic you looked. He knew that you were freaking out, and he could only calm you down if he remained relaxed.

“Carmy, it really fucking hurts.” You said, your voice cracking and tears welling up in your eyes. It almost broke Carmy to see you upset. He cared about you so much and hated seeing you in pain. “I know it does, but you’re doing great. You’re probably gonna need some stitches, but I’ll take you after we get this cleaned and bandaged up, okay?” He told you.

You nodded your head, trying to focus on Carmy and not the throbbing pain in your hand. “Don’t worry. Just take some deep breathes, okay? We can’t have you passing out.” He instructed you. You started taking deep breaths, but you were still wincing in pain.

Carmy noticed the way your whole face tensed up. He grabbed your other hand and placed it on his forearm. “Go ahead. You can hold onto me and squeeze my arm if you need to. I’ve got ya,” he assured you. You felt calmer in Carmy’s presence.

Sydney returned with the first aid kit. Carmy quickly flipped it open and grabbed the supplies he needed. “I have to clean this before I bandage it. It might hurt a little, but just keep squeezin’ my arm.” He told you, grabbing some wipes.

You winced as he wiped your hand. “Tell me about that book you were reading this morning.” Carmy suggested, trying to get your mind off the pain. You started talking to him, and you were much less focused on how much the wipes stung.

After, he bandaged your hand up, making sure it was secure. “Is your coat in your locker? I’ll go grab it.” He said, going over to your locker and grabbing your coat and bag for you.

“Just keep your hand still. I can do this.” He said, carefully slipping your coat over one arm and then the other. He threw your backpack over his shoulder because it had all your important things in it, like your phone, wallet, etc.

“You don’t have to carry that. I can do it.” You protested. Carmy shook his head. He wasn’t going to let you lift a finger. “Let me take care of you.” He said, smiling at you. He looked genuinely happy to be able to take care of you.

He rested his hand on the small of your back. Richie tossed Carmy his car keys, and Carmy guided you back towards the parking lot. Carmy ran ahead of you, opening your car door for you.

“Thank you, Carmy,” you said, smiling at him as you carefully got into the car. Before you could reach for the seatbelt, Carmy stopped you. “I got it.” He said, grabbing your seatbelt and clicking it into place.

He put your backpack into the back seat, and then got in the car. He quickly started the car and started to drive towards the hospital.

“You still doing okay?” He asked after a few minute, looking over at you with a concerned expression. You quickly nodded your head. “You’re doing so great.” He said, smiling at you and reaching over to hold your free hand.

“Thank you for driving me and taking care of me back there.” You thanked him, sincerely. He looked over at you with a pure smile, giving your hand a quick squeeze. “Of course. I’m always here for you. No matter what you need,” he told you. You felt so grateful to have Carmy watch your back. There was nothing Carmy would rather do more.

Once you got to the hospital, Carmy helped you out of the car and brought you inside. There was a long line to check in, so you both stood waiting. “This fucking sucks, Carmy.” You said, resting your head on his shoulder.

He chuckled at your impatience. “I know. It shouldn’t be that much longer. When we get out of here, I’ll bring you to the new ice cream place I was telling you about.” He told you, rubbing your back.

He watched how fast your expression changed once he mentioned ice cream. “I mean, I do think I deserve a treat after this.” You joked, making Carmy laugh.

You both finally got to the front of the line and checked in. The front desk worker handed you a clipboard with forms on it. “Just fill this out for us. Since that’s the hand you write with, your boyfriend can fill these out for you.” They told you, handing the clipboard to Carmy.

You froze for a second, trying to process what they meant. “Thank you,” Carmy said quickly, after noticing your surprise. He put his hand back on your back and guided you towards a chair to sit down in.

Carmy started filling out the forms for you with the information that he knew. “You seemed pretty offended they thought I was your boyfriend.” Carmy teased, smirking at you.

“I was just surprised. I’m sure you’d be a great boyfriend.” You said, trying to pretend like your heart hadn’t skipped a beat when you heard the word boyfriend. You’d had a not-so-subtle crush on Carmy for a while. You were genuinely surprised he hadn’t noticed yet.

You both sat in the waiting room for a while. Carmy kept texting everyone at the Bear and updating them. Then, he played silly brain games with you to keep you distracted from the pain.

Finally, a nurse brought you back to a room. “Somebody should be right in here to get you stitched up.” The nurse told you and left.

“You ever had stitches before?” Carmy asked you.

“I think I’ll seem more mysterious to you if I refuse to tell you.” You teased him. At this point, you both were pretty tired and therefore, getting pretty giggly. “Oh, you’re going for mysterious now?” He asked you, chuckling.

You nodded your head, trying to hide your smile. “Has that not been coming across?” You joked.

The door flung open. “Hi, I’m Claire. I’m gonna be your— oh…hey, you guys,” you both were met with a stunned Claire standing in the doorway. You could almost hear the way that Carmy was mentally cursing himself.

“Oh hey, Claire,” you said, dragging out the words. Getting stitched up by your crush and boss’ ex-girlfriend was not how you thought you’d be spending your night.

She turned away from you both and set down her laptop on the counter. You glanced over at Carmy, trying to read his expression. “It’s fine,” he mouthed to you, giving you a fake smile.

Carmy sat down in the chair beside you, focusing all his attention on you and not Claire. She sat down on her stool and rolled towards you, putting on her gloves. “How’ve you been, Carm?” She asked, nervously looking at him.

He sheepishly nodded. “Yeah…I’ve been good.” He quickly replied.

You all were very aware of how awkward the situation was, so you all opted for silence. “You did a great job bandaging this up.” Claire told you, as she unwrapped all the gauze.

Your gaze met Carmy’s. He waited for you to correct her and tell her he did it. You smirked at him, letting him know you weren’t going to say a word. He jokingly made an offended face.

Claire missed the completely nonverbal conversation between the two of you.

She started cleaning your hand, and you winced. Carmy quickly grabbed your other hand and let you squeeze his hand. “Sorry, that might sting a little.” Claire apologized.

Once she got to the actual stitches, you were in lots of pain. You tried to distract yourself. You looked around the room. You noticed the small lingering glances where Claire would look at Carmy. But his eyes never strayed from you.

“Oh, fuck,” you swore under your breath as you felt a sharp pain. A tear rolled down your cheek. “It’s okay, you’re okay. You’re doing so good.” Carmy quickly praised you, kissing the back of your hand and wiping the tears off your cheek.

Claire stalled for a second. She realized that this was more than just a boss bringing one of his employees to the E.R. She noticed the way Carmy jumped to comfort you.

“I didn’t know that you guys were together.” Claire said. Carmy didn’t make any move to correct her. “No no, we’re not.” You said.

“Doing it again? It really sounds like you’re offended at the idea of being my girlfriend?” Carmy whispered to you, teasing you. You rolled your eyes at his teasing.

After Claire finished your stitches, she practically ran out of the room, not being able to handle the awkwardness anymore.

“The stitches are definitely helping with the mysterious vibe. It suits you.” Carmy smirked at you.

“I know. I’m really boosting your street cred by letting you hang out with me.” You returned the teasing. You felt more butterflies every time Carmy laughed at one of your jokes.

“So, you still want to stop and get a little treat on the way home?” He asked, picking up your coat for you.

“I think I have a better idea for a treat.” You said. You used your one hand to cup Carmy’s face and pull him closer to you. You closed the distance and kissed him. He quickly kissed you back. Your coat fell out of his hands and as he rushed to wrap his arms around your waist.

You could feel Carmy smile against your lips. “Quit smiling and kiss me, Berzatto.” You teased him, earning a chuckle from Carmy as he leaned back in.

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[cece693]

Could you do a sequel to why? Where evil Bro,Billy and Stu succeed and the aftermath of their crimes?

Why? Pt.2 (Billy and Stu x M! Reader)

Sorry, I've been inactive guys. I see all the love and support you leave on my works which makes me incredibly happy. This took me forever to get out, but I hope you like it :)

Link to Pt. 1

tags: blood, murder, stabbing, killers duh, ghostface, death, m/n almost dies, but not really, just a knick really, if a gunshot to the chest counts :)

M/N watched with sick satisfaction as his sister’s world crumbled right in front of her eyes. People she trusted and loved have become her ruin. But the boy didn’t have much time to gloat as, without warning, Sydney threw her head back, making contact with M/N’s face. The impact sent him reeling back, a cry of pain escaping his lips as she seized the moment, slipping out of his grip and out the kitchen door. 

Sydney's heart pounded in her ears as she navigated the maze-like corridors. Desperation fueled her escape, but she knew she couldn't outrun them forever. Her brother would quickly recover and his lovers would surely be fueled with anger at her little stunt. Opening a random door, she gasped in relief, finding a phone on the bedside table and the Ghostface costume lying on top of the bed. Idea forming in her head, Sydney wasted no time and dialed 911, begging them to hurry before donning the costume, the mask fitting snugly over her face. If Stu, Billy, and M/N wanted to play, they would. Sydney knew she needed a weapon or her escape would be futile. The gun and knives were downstairs in the kitchen, with M/N probably guarding over them, so she had to make use of the items around her. Seeing a bat, she grabbed it before exiting. 

Downstairs, M/N was still reeling from the headbutt—blood wiped harshly off his nose as a pounding headache began, he continued his search for Sydney. With the gun gripped tightly in his hand, he checked the closet and behind every door, but to no avail. Huffing in frustration, M/N stalked towards the garage when a sudden blow came from behind. The impact sent him sprawling forward, the gun slipping from his grasp and skittering across the floor. Crying out, M/N saw Ghostface, bat in hand, poised to strike again. Panic surged through him as he scrambled to his feet, his eyes darting around for anything he could use to defend himself.

"You think you can stop me?" M/N spat, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He backed into a nearby wall, his hand closing around a lamp. Ripping it from the socket, M/N swung it at the masked figure, watching as it connected with a sickening thud. The lamp shattered on impact, glass and metal fragments scattering across the floor. Ghostface stumbled back, momentarily disoriented but quickly recovering.

Before M/N could launch another attack, Ghostface swung the bat again, catching him in the shoulder. The pain was immediate and intense, sending shockwaves through his body. M/N tried to defend himself with his fists, but Ghostface was relentless. A final swing connected with M/N's head, sending him to the ground in agony, his vision swimming as he struggled to stay conscious.

From the floor, M/N watched with wide eyes as the figure removed its mask and bent down to grab the gun. His sister looked upon him with cold eyes, blood oozing from her forehead. “Yes, and I did.” Trying to crawl away, M/N gasped when his sister aimed and fired. The gunshot echoed through the house as M/N felt a searing pain in his chest—his shirt quickly soaking up blood. 

Upstairs Billy and Stu heard the gunshot. Exchanging looks, they raced downstairs, faces contorted with fury and panic at the sight. “Sydney, you bitch!” Billy's voice thundered through the room, the intensity of his fury vibrating in the air as he rushed forward with his knife drawn. Every step was fueled by a fierce loyalty to his lovers, his mind consumed by a primal instinct to defend what was his.

Meanwhile, Stu's heart hammered in his chest as he raced toward M/N. He knelt beside his beloved, his fingers fumbling as he tried to apply pressure to the wound. "M/N, stay with me." Stu pleaded, his voice thick with emotion as he looked into his lover's eyes. The boy only smiled, as if he already surrendered to fate, but Stu wouldn’t let go yet. The sound of sirens could be heard from blocks away; M/N just needed to hang on. 

Billy made quick work of disposing of Sydney, stabbing at her body until she dropped to the ground without a pulse. He had wanted to kill Sydney on the spot, but if the sound of sirens was real and not a hallucination, they needed an alibi. Panting and covered in blood, he returned to the garage and rushed to Stu's side.

"Is he going to be okay?" Billy's voice cracked with desperation as he dropped to his knees.

"I don’t know, but we have to stop the bleeding." Stu responded, his voice shaking but determined. Together, they worked frantically, using their shirts to create makeshift bandages, pressing them firmly against M/N's wound. The sirens were closer now, almost upon them.

"Hang on, M/N. The ambulance is almost here." Billy urged, his hands stained with blood as he tried to keep pressure on the wound. Minutes felt like hours, but finally, the flashing lights of the ambulance illuminated the room. Paramedics burst through the door, swiftly taking over from Stu and Billy. 

The last thing the duo wanted to do was leave M/N’s side, but the police wouldn’t let them go without giving testimonies. “Can’t this wait?” Billy hissed, watching as the paramedics lifted M/N onto a stretcher to be wheeled off to the nearest hospital. 

“I’m afraid you need to stay here and answer some questions.” An officer explained, blocking his path. Billy’s desire to see M/N again held him back from picking up a knife to stab the man, so with one last glance at the door, Billy nodded. Stu, the lucky bastard, had left him to deal with the officer, faking an injury on his side which allowed him to ride with M/N. 

“Fine.” 

Billy took a deep breath, his mind trying to focus on the current task. "It was Sydney, she was behind the Ghostface murders. She attacked us."

The officer took notes, his expression serious. "And where is Sydney now?" 

"Dead." Billy said bluntly. "We had to defend ourselves. She left us no choice." 

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the police released them. "You can go now. We'll be in touch if we need more information."

They didn’t need to tell him twice, without another word, Billy rushed to the hospital where he found Stu in the waiting room. His shirt was covered in blood with bandages peeking from the neckline, but more urging matters were at hand. “How’s M/N?”

"Alive. They said if the bullet would've been an inch more to the left, it would've hit his heart."

Billy's eyes burned with fury at the close call. The thought of losing M/N filled him with a rage so intense it was almost blinding. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. “We almost lost him.” Billy said through clenched teeth. 

Stu reached out, grabbing his hand. “But he’s fine. They put him to sleep so the wound has time to heal. They gave him a week max before being able to return home.” Relaxing at the information, Billy looked at Stu and smiled. With M/N now in the clear, they could celebrate getting away with the Ghostface murders.

[acphengene]

Chapter 21 - Your fathers son

₊ ⁺ pairing: Jay x fem!reader

₊ ⁺ genre: brothers bestfriend!au, college!au, neighbors/strangers to lovers!au

₊ ⁺ warings: mild angst, lowkey parent manipulation, sibling death, strong and suggestive language, smut

₊ ⁺ trigger warnings for this chapter: anxiety attack and violence

₊ ⁺ synopsis: you move from sydney australia to seoul to get your degree, what will happen when you spill coffee on a handsome stranger?

₊ ⁺ taglist: open - updates every monday and friday - might update on other times if i want a chapter out sooner rather than later

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You had a feeling that something might go wrong after Jay’s very cynical message of him meeting Jake by the elevator. 

You quickly rushed out of your apartment, banging on the button for the elevator wishing it would go faster. 

Sunghoon hadn’t explained what Jay freaking out meant, but in case it was bad you thought it best to hurry. 

As soon as the elevator doors opened you flew to his rescue, hand banging on the door before you even stood still. 

Sunghoon didn’t hurry opening up; which just ended up making you even more nervous. 

“Hey” he said with an apologetic smile as he opened. “I know that he might not want you to see him like this, but he’s said you feel like home so many times, so I thought you might be able to get through to him” 

Sunghoon walked you slowly into the living room where Jay was sitting on the couch. He was staring at the floor, crying silently, the only indicator being the tears flowing freely from his eyes. 

You walked slowly towards him before you sat down in front of him on the floor. He was crunched over, elbows on his knees while he was fiddling with his fingers. He didn’t even recognize your presence as you sat down, it was like he was looking right through you. 

Sunghoon sat down against the wall that was behind you, far enough to give you two a sense of privacy, but close enough to be there in case either of you would need him. 

You tried catching Jay’s eyes; but he somehow kept avoiding you. You couldn’t figure out if it was intentional or not. So you took his hands, and like if you had woken Aurora from her sleep with a kiss, he snapped back to reality. To you, his eyes finally meeting yours. 

He looked so relieved for a second, and then he broke down completely. He hid his face in his hands as his sobs took over his body. You heard Sunghoon behind you shuffling, and caught out of the corner of your eye, him hiding his face in his arms as he too broke down. 

You knew it couldn’t be easy on your loves, first love to see him like this. So broken and almost like a shell of himself. You had a feeling that it brought back memories to a smaller Park Jongseong and yet another heartbreak at the hands of his younger brother. 

You stoked his back with your hand, trying to soothe him through it, hoping it would take away just a fraction of the pain. But you knew that you in this exact second couldn’t do much for him except being there. 

How long the three of you were sitting like that, none of you knew. But slowly his breathing started being more coherent, and as he removed his hands from his face, he made room for you between his legs, pulling you to him, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck as soon as you were close enough. 

“Thank you for coming” he whispered, voice hoarse from crying. 

“Always” you said as you buried your hands in his long hair. Pulling lovingly at its roots, earning you a calm hum from the depths of his chest. 

You pulled yourself from him, removing the weight of yourself from your poor knees, as you sat down crossed legged between his feet. You rested your face on his thigh as you smiled up at him. 

Your smile never really reached your eyes, but it was reassuring. To him you had never been more beautiful than in this exact moment. 

“Tell me what happened,” you said quietly. 

So he told you about Heesengs confrontation, about his rather harsh words but he also told you that he knew they were justified. 

Your heart felt like it was ripping apart in that exact moment. One part belonged to Jay and the other to Jake. As sorry as you felt for the man in front of you, as happy you were for your brother who had the absolute best friend by his side. 

Heeseung had Jake's back, which also made it so much easier for you to push both them and their feelings aside, now knowing that he wouldn’t be alone, as you burned down the world around you to make the man you adored smile once more. 

“I get that he’s mad at me, and I get that what we did wasn’t ideal. But what’s done is done, and I can't take it back! I wont… I wont give up on you, on us” the tears once again welled up in his eyes. “You should‘ve seen Jake’s face when Heeseung informed him we wouldn’t be joining their night out. He looked so defeated. And I just knew in that second, he would end up giving me a worse look when we tell him” 

His voice cracked as he spoke, his breathing once again picking up as the tears finally fell as he blinked. Slowly you brushed his hair out of his eyes. 

“It’s not only your fault my love” you said, not even noticing the new pet name that escaped your lips. “I bear half of the responsibility in this situation, so you can’t just put it all on your shoulders alone, let me help carry it. Let me help you” 

Your words triggered something within him, making him cry harder as he shook his head. 

“You don’t get it,” he said with a raised and desperate tone. “You’re his sister, his blood, he has to forgive you, he needs you. But me? To him I’m a friend, and friends can be replaced. It doesn’t matter how much I view him, any of them, as my brothers, facts are that I lost mine, and trying to replace him with them, won’t matter because my feelings won't be reciprocated. But god! That doesn't mean I can take another loss of one” 

You heard a broken sob from Sunghoon who so far had been sitting silently. Jay hadn’t noticed his presence until he made the sound. It made Jay look away from you, finally finding the closest person in his life, broken by the words he had just spoken. 

“No, Hoon, I didn’t…” He began, his words sounding like a plea, they were as panicked as his eyes were, but he was quickly cut off as Sunghoon raised his hand to silence him. He stood up and was quickly sitting besides Jay on the couch. 

“Don’t you dare ever repeat, that your feelings of brotherhood won’t ever be reciprocated. Don’t you ever repeat it. I’m here, I’ve always been here and you won’t ever lose me. The fact that Heeseung has broken you to this extent with his words, makes me want to rip him apart. You’re not losing me, okay?” 

Jay could do nothing but nod at the question as Sunghoon took him into his arms, holding him close as they both cried in each other's arms. 

You felt like you had just been lucky enough to watch one the seven wonders of the world.  It felt like a privilege to be in the presence of the two of them as they declared their love for one another. 

Sunghoon released one of his arms from his brother and pulled you into the hug, earning a laugh from all of you despite the mood being anything but funny. 

“Thank you both,” Jay whispered as he kissed your hair, making your heart skip a beat. 

His words resulted in all of you squeezing each other a little tighter. 

_______

Afterwards the three of you stayed in the living room, opening a bottle of red wine in hopes of lifting the mood a little. 

None of you knew when and if Heeseung and Jake would be home, and if you had to be honest, none of you really cared. If you were to be caught in this moment together, then so be it. 

“Is there anything you need Jay?” Sunghoon asked, long legs splayed out on the floor as the weight of his upper body rested on his arms. 

“If I’m being honest, I don’t really know what I need. I just know that I’m not really prepared to face either of them right now” he said with a smile that held anything but happiness. 

Sunghoon nodded, clearly agreeing with his statement. 

“Why don’t you come and live with me for a little while then?” You had said it before you had even thought it through, all you knew was that you wanted to help. The boys looked at you with big eyes. 

“Who? both of us?” Sunghoon said with a rather large high tone and you responded by nodding. 

“How would that work?” Jay asked curiously as he leaned closer to you, eyes suddenly hopeful for the first time that night. 

“Well I have a spare room that you could stay in together, or… only if you’re comfortable with it, you could stay with me?” Your voice was so low he practically couldn’t hear what you were saying, but he got the gist of it, and smiled fondly at you before pulling you into his lap, kissing your temple. 

“I would love to stay with you darling” he whispered in your ear, as goosebumps erupted on your skin as his breath tickled your neck. 

“Yeah no way in hell i’m staying with those two fuckers without you, so I’ll take the guest bedroom” Sunghoon said as he suddenly stood up, stretching his arms and legs before he drowned the last bit of wine in his glass, quickly looking at the empty bottle. “We should bring some of these, this is good stuff” 

“Where are you going?” Jay asked as he couldn’t help but laugh at his friends loyalty. 

“To pack! I’m not gonna wait for them to come home to inform them of my departure” he yelled as he walked down the hallway that led to his room. 

“Thank you darling, for everything you’ve done tonight” he said as he slowly brushed a strand of hair out of your eyes. 

“Always” you repeated once again, breath catched in your throat at the fondness his eyes held for you. 

His eyes darted back between yours until they finally found their resting place, on your lips. Jay took in a forced breath to calm himself before he put his hand on your neck, slowly pulling you towards him as his thumb caressed your cheek. 

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered as his blown pupils searched for an answer in yours. 

“Yes” you whispered back. 

He gave you his signature half smile before he pulled you even closer and finally met your lips with his. 

You felt every hair on your body stand up as he squeezed your neck with his long fingers, forcing you even closer to him as he smiled into your kiss. Your hands held onto the fabric of the t-shirt, clinging on to this reality, hoping that it wasn’t a dream. 

He pulled away far earlier than you’d like him to. He rested his forehead against yours as he smiled, laughing a little. 

“I’ve wanted to do that for the longest time” he said as he let out a shaky breath. 

“You should do it again then” you stated as your arms snaked around his neck, pulling him closer to you. 

“Your word is my command” he pushed you off his lab and down into the couch, body suddenly resting on top of yours as he lost himself in the softness of your plush lips. 

He slowly opened his mouth, tongue asking for permission to meet yours, and as soon as the two met each other, you both moaned, louder and more desperately than either of you would hope that you would. 

“You two better stop sucking each other's faces in public spaces or else I’ll find somewhere else to live” Sunghoon said, chocking you both. 

You instantly pulled away from one another, a blush painting both of your cheeks just to find Sunghoon leaned up against the doorframe, arms interlinked with one another as he smirked at your sudden panic. 

You rolled your eyes, as both of the boys laughed at your reaction. Jay got up rather quickly, almost earning him a dissatisfied pout from you. 

“I’ll go pack” Jay stated before almost running out the room. 

Sunghoon stood there for a while, just looking at you with a smile on his lips. He looked content, happy. 

“Thank you for coming tonight” He said with a low voice. 

“Thank you for inviting me” You said as you returned his smile. 

“You two are good together, I’m glad that he found you, despite all of it being a little messy” he said with apologetic eyes. You shrugged. 

“He’s worth it,” you answered, as Sunghoon nodded. 

And then you heard it, loud laughs from the hallway. Both you and Sunghoons smiles fated in a millisecond as you felt your heartbeat pick up as you heard one of them enter the code for the door. 

Jay had finished packing his bag in that exact second and stood with bags in hand as the two other men entered the apartment. 

You walked towards Jay instantly to grab onto his face, forcing him to focus his eyes on you, hoping that you, being close to him, wouldn’t make him spiral back when confronted with their presence. 

Sunghoon took a step to the side, covering most of you and Jay with his body, hiding the two of your silhouettes behind him. You could nothing but admire his loyalty and love for Jay. 

As Jake and Heeseung entered they spotted the bags next to Sunghoon first, and afterwards you, so close to their friend, so panicked, so utterly smitten by him, dispute him looking like a mess. Jay stood by your side, and their smiles instantly disappeared. 

“I was right,” Jake said, pain seeping through his words and on full display on both his facial features and in his body language. He looked like someone had removed all happiness from his life and he felt like it too, he felt his heart break because of your very public display of affection. The two of you didn’t even try to hide it from him, and for some reason that hurt him even more. 

You saw the tears once again returning to Jay’s eyes, and as one fell you whisked it away with a finger before giving him a peck on his lips. 

“I’ll text you the code, you go ahead” you whispered to him.

Jay took his bags that he had dropped on the floor and nodded. His eyes were locked to the ground, afraid of how he’d react if he met the eyes of his just returned brothers. 

“You can’t even look at him?” Heeseungs words were cold, almost mocking, and it was all it took for Sunghoon to explode as soon as the door had shut behind Jay. 

In the blink of an eye, he took a few long strides and had caught his older brother's shirt, throwing him against the nearest wall, shocking every single one of you. 

“Sunghoon what the fuck are you doing?!” Jake yelled at the man, as he in his drunken state tried to pull him off his best friend, but to no avail. 

“Do you have any idea what your temper tantrum did to him? Huh?!" Sunghoon yelled, his face so close to Heeseung's, their noses almost touched. Heeseung looked shocked, where as Sunghoon looked like he wanted to set his brother on fire. 

“Sunghoon calm down” Heeseung said as he held up his hands in defeat. 

“Hoon” you called out to him, hoping that the sudden sound of your voice would be enough to pull him from the rage and to let his brother go. Luckily for Heeseungs pretty face, it was. He pulled away from him, anger still raging through his veins. 

“Since when are the two of you the best of friends?” Jake said with a scoff as a tear fell from his eyes. 

It seemed like he wanted to continue that trail of thought, but he changed his mind as soon as Sunghoon suddenly focused his attention on him instead of his older brother. 

“You need to calm down Hoon” Heeseung then said, which only reminded Sunghoon about what he had done, and then he lost his temper again. 

“He had a full on panic attack, he was just as broken as when he lost his brother. Because to him he had just lost two, all because of you and your stupid ass words. God you’re such dick!” Sunghoon yelled, as he paced in front of Heeseung, looking like a lion about to pounce on its prey. 

“And I’m so sorry that I sent him back in that headspace Hoon, I would never want that for him. But I just can't stand by as he treats my best friend like that” 

You knew what would happen before he had finished his sentence, and before you knew it, Heeseung was once again smashed up against the wall. 

“Do you think that I’ll just stand by when you treat mine like he’s no more worth than the dirt on the bottom of your Louboutins?! I have already lost one love of my life, I’m not losing the other because you feel justified in how you speak to him!” 

Sunghoon, once again let go of Heeseung, and walked towards you and grabbed his bags from the floor. “Come on Y/N, let’s go home” He laid the pressure on the word home, informing the others that, that was no longer here. 

You sighed and walked out the door behind Sunghoon, grabbing one of his bags. Luckily Jake and Heeseung didn’t try to stop either of you for leaving. 

The elevator ride to your apartment was a silent one. 

“I’m sorry you had to witness that,” Sunghoon said with his head rested against the metal wall. 

“Witnessing the love you have for him shouldnt trigger an excuse” you stated as he met your eyes. 

Sunghoon smiled. “You know I always feared this, him meeting someone that is… I’ve always been so afraid that whoever he ended up with wouldn’t get me, him, us. But somehow you just do” 

His eyes were blank but grateful, and his features were painted with astonishment. 

“You’re his brother Sunghoon, his first love. How could I not get that” 

It didn’t take him long to swoop you up in his arms, hugging the life out of you, leaving you almost breathless as the doors of the elevator opened. 

“Thank you” he said as he once again returned you to the ground, as you took a deep breath. 

You pressed the code into your door as you heard a loud bang down the hall. As the doors to the stairwell swung open, Jake came running down the hall, calling your name. 

“You go ahead, I don’t think you’re needed in this conversation” you said, eyes never leaving your brother. 

Sunghoon nodded and disappeared behind the now closed front door. Quickly accessing the ring camera to the hallway, ready to spy on your conversation with your brother. 

“Hoon what the hell are you doing?!” Jay whisper yelled as he ran towards him. 

“She saw me kick my brother's ass, I’m just returning the favor!” He whisper yelled back as Jay sent him a judging look. “Oh shut up! Don’t tell me you aren’t curious as to what she might say” 

“Fine!” He yelled! “But at least move over, I wanna watch too” it reminded them both of when they were young, spying on their family members, well if they were being honest they mostly spied on Heeseung and his friends.

And the timing was perfect because Jake had just entered into the camera's vision. 

“How?” He asked her, voice strained, eyes empty for any kind of emotions. 

You gave him a puzzled look. “Are you serious right now?” You answered. 

“Just answer the question Y/N!” He said, this time with a raised voice. 

“We met in the library after you introduced us. We talked, he reached out on Instagram and then we became friends, but I liked him. I liked him from the day I spilled my coffee on him. And luckily for me, he liked me too” you finished as you shrugged with a little smile displayed on your lips. 

“That’s it? That’s all you’re gonna give me? That you like him?” He asked, his voice mocking with a tone that sounded similar to disgust. 

“What do you want me to say to justify it? That he inspired me to draw again, inspired me to pick up the one thing I love that I had left behind in Sydney? That when he hugged me at the gala he lit my soul on fire? That when I heard him laugh for the first time I was transported to heaven? That he makes every day spent with him amazing and every bad day better?” Your voice picked up as you stated your reasons, hoping that he would somehow get it. 

Sunghoon pushed Jay lovingly behind the door, watching as he smiled at your confessions. She’s amazing. 

Jake just shook his head. “I can’t believe you could be this selfish,” he said, voice small as tears streamed down his face. 

“Selfish? I tried to stay away, I tried to convince myself that it would be for the better, but why should I be unhappy just so that you could be content?” You yelled out. 

“Do you love him?” He asked, the question surprising you a little.

“Of course I do, how could I not Jake?!” 

He bit his lips as he ran his hands through his hair and turned around to walk away; but something made him change his mind. 

“No, you know what? You are selfish, this has nothing to do with anyone but you. Of course you don’t love him. But you needed a backup in case you failed, because god forbid that Sim Y/N had to live a humble life. Hell that’s why you stayed with dad in Sydney isn’t it? And then you come here when you didn’t get what you wanted from him, and you took a pick of the litter, and what do you know? You picked the one with the biggest empire, how fucking convenient for you!” 

His words ripped out your heart, breaking it into a million pieces. Did he really think so little of you?

“You really are your fathers son” you said, voice small as your tears streamed down your blushed cheeks. Your sentence shattered him instantly. What did I just do?

You felt how your knees were about to break beneath you, and just as they gave up, the door flew open and Jay stood there, his arms around you, holding you as you broke down in his arms. 

“You need to leave,” he said to Jake, his voice as cold as ice. And it sent shivers down your spine and you thanked the gods that you weren’t at the receiving end of his words. 

“Stay out of this Jay, this doesn’t concern you” Jake said angrily, almost spitting his words out. 

Jay sent you the sweetest of smiles, as he handed you over to Sunghoon who stood ready to receive his love.  

Jay then shut the door after himself and pushed Jake out of the frame of the ring camera, forcing you to be left without any way to overhear their conversation. 

“You. Don’t. Talk. To. Her. Like. That.” He punctuated his words and took a stride towards his friend, forcing him down the hall, further away from you. 

“Dude fucking chill” Jake said once again in a tone that just didn’t sit well with Jay. 

“You have no idea what she’s been through after you decided to leave her behind, none of us do, but you don’t get to throw accusations around about her, about me and definitely not about our relationship” Jay stated your brother down, almost grinding his teeth in anger. 

“I get that you're hurt, and I get that you're mad, but you don’t get to attack without any merit because of that. She’s your sister! You’re supposed to love her, protect her, have her back. But I gotta say you’ve failed miserably. She is the most amazing woman I’ve ever met, and she holds the key to my heart. So don’t worry, I’ll take her off your hands now, I’ll be her protector from this moment forward” His hands were in fists, and to any outsider it would’ve looked like he was ready to pounce at any minute. 

Jake stood completely speechless. He didn't know exactly what he wanted out of his confrontation, he couldn’t remember why he had run after you in the first place but it wasn’t for this, he knew that much. He had somehow managed to alienate three of the most important people in his life in one night. How would they ever recover? 

“Jay…” He said, voice suddenly small. 

“You don’t talk to me, and you definitely don't talk to her. At least not for a while” he said as he interrupted him, leaving Jake even more desperate to redeem himself. 

“I didn’t… I would never…” he tried again. 

"Yeah? Well you did, and now we all have to live with it” Jay said as he turned on his heel, once again on his way to you. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” he fell to his knees as he kept repeating the sentence as a prayer. 

The elevator doors opened, revealing Heeseung behind it, and as he heard Jake's sobs, he almost threw himself on Jay in pure anger. Jay, being more sober than him, quickly managed to avoid the attack, leaving him to plummet into the wall behind him. 

“What the hell did you do to him Jay?!” Heeseung yelled after him. 

“Nothing,” he said as he pointed towards him. “He did that to himself”

Jay quickly let himself into your apartment, leaving the two boys to fend for themselves. 

“Did you kick his ass?” Sunghoon asked with a smirk as Jay entered the apartment. 

Jay shook his head as he smiled. “No, but I told him to stay away” he shook his arms desperate to get the adrenaline to leave his body. 

“I put her to bed, she’s just laying there… Your bags are in her room” he said as he laid a hand on Jay's shoulder. 

“Thank you Hoonie, for everything you did tonight” Jay said as he pulled him in for a hug. 

“Anytime, sleep well okay?” 

Sunghoon didn’t wait around for a reply, but instead hurried into your guestroom, glad the day had finally come to an end. 

Jay looked nervously at your bedroom door, he didn’t know what state to expect you to be in. But you had been so strong for him, so now it was his turn to be the same for you. 

He entered the dark room, turning on the small light that stood on your bedside table. Illuminating your face, and revealing your red eyes to him. 

“I’m sorry” you whispered, starting a new round of sobs. 

“Shhhhh pretty girl, shhh… It’s okay, you didn’t do anything okay? Let me take care of you” he said with a voice as sweet as honey, all the while he laid beside you on the bed, pulling you close to him, while he was stroking your hair. 

“No, but you’re the one who was sad, I should be the one to protect you” you said, looking up at him. He helped you remove your hair from your face as strands of it had decided to cling to your tear stained cheeks. 

“I know, but now it’s my turn to protect you okay? Can you let me do that darling?” 

You nodded, his words unleashing more tears. The two of you laid there, in eachothers arms until you could see the light starting to shine through the curtains, morning announcing it’s arrival. 

It didn’t take long for you to calm down in his arms, the sound of his heartbeat reassuring you that he was indeed there, that he didn’t leave despite your weakened state. As if he could feel the gratitude seeping through you, he kissed the top of your head, and soon he had kissed his way to your lips, down your closed eyelids, your nose and your cheeks. 

His kiss was calm, gentle, every single one of them piecing your heart back together. And as he pulled away he tucked you under your duvet, covering your both before he confessed. 

“I love you” he whispered. 

You could do nothing but smile and kiss him deeply. 

“I love you too” you whispered back. 

He smiled, his eyes shining like stars. “Does this mean that you’re mine?” he asked as his thumb drew circles on your hip. 

“I’ve been yours for a while, my love. But I’m ready to make it official if you are” 

He kissed you once more before he pulled the duvet over the two of you. And It didn’t take you long before you drifted into a deep sleep. 

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[letstalktea]

You are so small

Content: Eldritch!Jordan x Reader, implied Sydney x Reader, chastity belts, Word Count: 2.6k

It was supposed to be a quick job, if not easy. Find the key for yours and Sydney’s chastity belts that Jordan must have been hiding so you could remove them and finally do what you two had been craving for weeks. You were both at your wits end and Jordan was unconvinced to give you both the freedom you sought, so you offered to sneak into the back and find where he hid the key holding you hostage. It would be simple for a pickpocket of your caliber once the lights went out and everyone was tucked away for the night.

You were expecting to find a few baubles and trinkets from years ago stashed away where they had been forgotten and left to gather dust, maybe a habit or robe in some storage closet (since the church seemed to have so many) before finally finding whatever room or office Jordan used to hide his keys.

What you were not expecting was to find someone wandering around the backrooms of the church in the dead of night. And, to be fair, you didn’t find someone, but rather something. Something that stood in the shadows of the open door frame and turned to stare directly at you the moment you gasped in shock.

It wasn't one eye but many peering through you from within the darkness. It wasn't one voice but that of the unknowable universe echoing around you as it opened its massive maw. It wasn't one set of fangs that you were staring at, but an infinite row of razor-like teeth so grand they put mountains to shame, all reaching so far back into the giant void of its mouth that they faded away into nothingness. It wasn't saliva dripping from the roof of that cavernous mouth, but acid and bile that felt like it would melt you to nothing simply by beholding its majesty. It was the very walls surrounding you and the floor on which your feet stood. You were already being consumed by it.

You dared not move for fear the creature – whatever It was – would stir at the slightest twitch of your fingers or the beads of sweat falling along your brow. Instead, you simply stared unblinkingly at something you knew deep down that you were never supposed to even imagine existed.

It screeched something horrible, like a window being broken in the middle of the night when you're home alone. The sound wasn't a language, not even a simulacra of one, but an emotion so pure and ancient that you couldn't begin to think of the words to encapsulate it. It was fear and wonder and pain and devotion all knotted and twisted together; all burrowing into your head and tearing apart your mind until It made a spot for Itself.

You curled in on yourself, making your own body a shield against something you didn't understand or comprehend. But an incompetent shield could barely be said to protect the treasure held within. Your mind was flooded with beautifully terrible thoughts that tore you to shreds before putting you back together in all the wrong ways. And in that cacophony of disparate pieces shoddily stitched back together, you could feel its teeth digging into whatever it was that made you who you were and refusing to let go of the prey it had found.

“What are you doing?” A voice, one that was human and familiar to you, asked. “You aren’t allowed back here.”

You raised your head from under your arms, opening a single eye to peek at Jordan – without his cowl, hair braided down his back, and dressed in a long thick nightgown – looking at you with a mixture of disappointment and concern that you could only see by the grace of the candlelight in his hand. You quickly darted your head around in an attempt to find the creature that you had just beheld, but it was nowhere to be seen. The only things in that backroom, aside from a few old knick knacks and random crosses hung on the wall, were you and Jordan.

"I was just…" You couldn't think of an excuse, not when the image of that thing was still dancing like a shambling corpse in your head. "You saw that, didn't you?"

If you didn’t have an excuse, then changing the subject would have to do. Or, rather you needed to confirm that you hadn't just seen what your mind was refusing to believe.

"I saw you sneaking around where you shouldn't be." He sighed with a deep frown, but his eyes were pitious as they looked at you. "You must have gotten lost, because someone as godly as you wouldn't break the church's rules so flagrantly. Allow me to help you find your way." 

He held his hand out to you and you mindlessly took it so he could help you to your feet and pull you forward. His skin felt frigid, like walking on ice with bare feet, but you kept a hold of him because it felt like the only option you had.

The direction he led you was different than the one you'd come from, as if you were being brought deeper into the back.

You were about to ask him where he was leading you as he opened a door you didn’t recognize, but he spoke before you could process the thought. "You never answered me. What are you doing back here?"

"I was looking for something and got lost." A half-truth was the best bet in this case. 

"Oh? And what were you looking for?" 

His voice sounded strange as it chewed its way through your mind and ripped an answer out of you like a hungry predator. "I was trying to find the key for mine and Sydney’s belt."

Your hand shot up to cover your mouth, unsure why you had told him the truth.

He hummed as if processing what you said as he walked down the hall with you in tow. "You and Sydney? I would have expected more from you two. You're usually so devout.” He paused. “Although, Sydney has been acting rather strange since you two began to spend time with one another. I wonder why that is.”

You shrugged your shoulders, hoping he couldn’t see the guilt written across your face. It wasn’t your fault that Sydeney was so repressed that every tap of your fingers against his desk filled his head with lewd thoughts. It was your fault that you encouraged those lewd thoughts though.

“Don’t feel so embarrassed,” he said as he went through yet another door. “You’re both young. It’s natural to be curious. The important part is that you don’t give into those base urges so readily. That’s why you wear that belt; to protect you from yours and others moments of weakness.”

“Well, we asked about removing them…” You looked around as you walked and talked. It was strange that you hadn’t reached the front yet. In fact, it felt like you were venturing further into the building.

“That’s your rashness speaking.” He opened another door that led to a room that was nearly empty aside from a desk. There were no other entrances or exits, not even a window. Jordan only used his candlelight to guide his way toward the desk and opened it with a dispassionate face. From inside he retrieved a small key. “But if you are so desperate to be free, I suppose I could make an exception.”

He walked back over to you, holding out the key for you to take.

You nearly snatched it from him, but he stopped you by pulling it back.

“I would like you to hear me out first. Then you can decide if you really want to do this.”

You pursed your lips, but nodded. He had the very thing you were looking for after all, and he was offering it wholeheartedly. It wasn’t as if he could say anything to change your mind since you only joined the church for the allowance anyway.

“Your belt connects you to the church, the very faith. Removing it is a personal choice, but you will lose your connection to this place. Your purity will be at risk.”

Considering what you were planning to do with Sydney, you hoped your purity was at risk.

You shook your head. “I know what I’m giving up. I’m willing to take those risks.”

“I see. Then perhaps you are ready.” He grabbed your hand and dropped the key into your palm. Then he held the candle out to you and you, without thinking, took it from him.

It was almost shocking how easily he gave in.

Without warning, he dropped to his knees before you. He pulled your shorts down so that he could see your chastity belt latched carefully into place.

“Huh?” You gasped in shock.

“Sorry. I’m trying to help. You can’t keep the belt, after all, so you have to take it off now. If you’re uncomfortable, you can blow out the candle. That should allow you to keep some sense of shame.”

You would much rather he not be pulling down your clothing, but that was the kind of town this was. At least it was Jordan, who was seemingly so afraid of any amount of nudity that he usually covered himself from head to toe. Of all the people in this town, he was the one you were least afraid of.

It was still weird to have him looking at you though.

“Will you be okay without the lights?” You asked.

“Will you?” He replied.

Considering you broke in without them, you were sure you would be okay for long enough to take off the obtrusive belt that had quickly become the bane of your existence.

You blew out the candle.

As soon as the light was out, Jordan’s image blurred, splitting and refracting until thousands of copies of him filled your vision. And of those copies, each and every one glared at you. You were the sole target of his uncountable amount of eyes.

“Can you hear me? See me?” He asked with many voices and you shuddered. “Good.”

You felt something warm and sticky lap at the junction of your thigh where your skin met the metal of the belt. You shivered at the sensation even though it felt like lava.

"You're mine. Both of you," he whispered and your head swam with beautiful nightmares. "No one else may touch my flock but me. Not even you may have each other."

Your legs went weak at the sound of his voice, which filled the air around you and bounced off each wall until it found your ears and burrowed deep into your brain. Your mouth opened and closed as you tried to find the words to speak, but how did an insect speak to a god? You couldn't figure it out.

"You are both precious to me and your time will come, but don't rush. For now, you two are better when you long for one another but cannot touch the way I can." He ran his long tongue over the outside of your belt and it felt like your sex was on fire. "It makes you taste all the sweeter when you finally give over your devotion in exchange for release."

Even though he was on his knees before you, it felt like he was towering over you; it felt like he was smiling down at you with dripping fangs ready to chew you up and spit you out; like you were nothing before him.

"I'll ask again: what are you doing here?"

The part of you that was infected wriggled in joy so powerfully that it forced a smile onto your terrified face. "I came to commit a sin, but now I only wish to repent." You dropped the key from your hand, tears streaming down your cheeks as you spoke words that you didn't understand but felt were true. How could you not weep with joy when you'd just seem the face of God?

"Precious Child," Jordan – or the thing calling itself Jordan – said, "you are already forgiven."

He kissed the lock of your chastity belt and it felt like it was melting directly into your skin. It wasn't just a tool to keep away the town's lecherous perverts but a part of you – a part of him just as the church walls were. It was a divine edict given to you by your god.

“You and he have your parts to play. Do not rush ahead or try to break free. You will both be free to love each other as soon as you understand who you adore first and foremost.” He rose to his feet, pulling up your shorts as he did. All his terrible eyes and his granious voice burrowed into your muscles and tendons and joints. “Who do you love?”

“You.” The words felt natural as you spoke them. “Only you.”

He held your cheeks with tenderness as his fingers – if you could call them that – scraped across your eyes and brushed away your sight. Whatever holy abomination you had seen in him was quickly moved into your periphery – just out of sight enough to be out of mind, but still visible enough to make you jump when you thought you saw it moving.

The wobbly feeling in your legs finally became overpowering and threatened to drag you to the ground. Or, it would have if Jordan hadn’t been there to catch you.

Now all that was left was his smiling face, framed by specks of golden blonde hair and blue eyes that seemed to stare in your direction but not truly looking at you. His disingenuous smile made your heart flutter, as if it was meant only for you when you knew that it was simply a nicety that had become permanently etched into his face.

“You seem to be falling asleep on your feet. I’m not surprised given how late it is.” He helped steady you on your feet and turned you around to face the front door – when had you gotten here? – “It was wonderful to see you, but perhaps next time you should come during the day. I’d be happy to speak to you after you attend tomorrow’s – or, today’s – sermon. You will be there, won’t you?”

It felt like worms were crawling through your brain listening to him, but you couldn’t reject his request. It felt wrong to do anything but exactly what he wanted. “Of course I will.”

“Wonderful. I’ll be waiting for you. Maybe Sydney too?”

Alarm bells rang in the back of your mind, warning you that something was wrong with what he had said; telling you not to bring this up to Sydney; screaming at you to leave him out of whatever dark hole you had unknowingly found yourself stumbling into. But your rational mind couldn’t understand that misplaced fear.

“I’m sure he’d love to.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” Jordan said. “I will see you then.”

“Yes. In the morning.”

As you began to walk away, through the darkness of the church hall, you swore you could see shadows shifting and twisting just out of the corner of your eye. But when you snapped your head toward the motion, all you could see was Jordan watching you head outside with a smile on his face because he knew you would be back.

You had no other choice – no other desire – anymore.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Running from the Flames {26}

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x OFC Warnings: 18+ only, fluff - this is a work of fiction and the events are not based on reality. F1 Masterlist || Previous Chapter - Next Chapter

The last two hours were almost more nerve wracking than all of Pierre’s races combined and my knee bounced in the uncomfortable chair. The sterile surgical waiting room set me on edge, the smell of disinfectant reminding me of my own time spent on the ward. My cuticles hated me as I picked at them and I turned my phone upside down so I didn’t see it constantly lighting up with the text messages coming in asking for an update.

“Miss Vowles?” the administrator asked, disturbing the silence. “Mr Gasly is being moved to recovery, if you’ll follow me you can wait for him there.”

I rushed after her and her bright pink crocs with paw patrol pins that squeaked with every step on the vinyl floor. Addie would have loved the shoes and wanted her own pair so I was glad she was staying with Pascale. She had begged and pleaded to come, throwing herself to the ground with a mega tantrum that was rare for her, but she would have been bored waiting around the hospital and then probably been more upset seeing Pierre waking up from the operation.

The doors to the recovery room opened and my breath rushed out in relief as I saw Pierre on the gurney that was being rolled towards me. He was barely away, bleary eyes blinking slowly open and shut above his swollen cheeks as the orderly locked the wheels and left.

“Hey baby,” I murmured softly as I ran my fingers through his hair.

Green irises peeked out of his heavy eyelids and he looked around before they landed on me. “Where’s Sydney?” he slurred.

The nurse had warned me that he might be a little confused as the anaesthetic wore off but it was still a surprise. “Adelaide’s waiting at home with your mum.”

He tried to shake his head but ended up groaning in pain. “I know that, where’s our son?”

My heart skipped a beat and I didn’t know what to say since he obviously wasn’t thinking clearly. “That’s the drugs in your system, love. We don’t have a son.”

His brows pinched and his fingers reached for mine so I took his hand, careful to avoid the IV that was still there. He traced the engagement ring he had given me only a few days ago and the glazed look in his eyes started to clear. “We should,” he murmured. “Doesn’t have to be a son, another daughter would be amazing too.”

“I should be recording this so you can have a laugh when you sober up later,” I teased and kissed his forehead. “Would you really name your son Sydney?”

“Or Darwin, maybe Bathurst. Uh, Toowoomba?”

“That sounds like a knock-off robot-vacuum,” I said through the laughs that I tried to keep quiet so the nurses didn’t growl at us. “You will never be allowed to name any of our children.” 

“You said ‘children’, plural, I like the sound of that.” He shifted on the bed and patted the space he made so I could climb into his arms. I had to force myself not to stroke his face, such a habitual act that was difficult to break but I didn’t want to hurt him more than he already was. 

For months he had been avoiding this surgery so he could finish the season without  having to miss a race. The teething gel had worked enough that he made it to the end and Alpine had finished fourth in the Constructors Championship, something everyone had been absolutely thrilled about. Otmar was already talking about being on the podium for next season - now that he had the big cash injection from Granny to fund better technology on par with Red Bull, Astin Martin and Mercedes. 

Now that Peirre had all his wisdom teeth removed he would be able to concentrate on that dream even more.

I giggled quietly as Pierre drifted back off to sleep and a small line of dribble ran down his numb lips. I was careful to avoid his swollen jaw as I wiped it away for him, but not before I took a selfie with him first. He had more than enough embarrassing photos of me on his phone, it was about time I had one of my own. 

His power nap didn’t last long as a nurse came around to check on him and he woke up with a confused look on his face when he saw we weren’t in our bed at home. “Ow,” he grumbled as he buried his head in my neck and away from the bright lights. “Did you use your right hook on me?”

The information booklet that the surgeons had given him after his consultation before we left for Abu Dhabi had warned him that he would have tenderness for a couple of weeks and couldn’t do any vigorous exercise until the stitches were gone. That was the biggest reason he hadn’t had the troublesome teeth removed mid-season.

“No, I save my punches for assholes that deserve it,” I murmured as I stroked his back soothingly. 

“That’s my girl.”

“Do you want a drink? The nurse said when you pee then we can go home.”

He nodded more out of wanting to go home not because he was thirsty and I winced at the pained sound he made when trying to swallow. I took the cup away and used another napkin to dab the drops that clung to his lip as he tried to get comfortable again.

“I hate seeing you in pain,” I whispered, knowing the next week was going to be the hardest. 

“Then let me distract you,” he whispered back.

“Pierre,” I warned as his hand disappeared under the thin sheet. “Behave yourself.”

“I can never behave with you around.”

The telltale squeaks of the nurse's shoes approached and I pulled his hand back over my waist just as the curtain was pulled open. She didn’t look too impressed at both of us being in the bed still but it was a private hospital and we were paying more than enough to be granted the small comfort.

“How are you feeling, Mr Gasly?”

“Been better, but ready to get out of here.”

She nodded and pointed to the other side of the room. “Bathrooms are through that door. I’ll prepare your discharge papers.”

Not wanting to stay a minute longer, he grabbed the cup of water and chugged it down despite the ache each swallow made. “Ah, that tastes disgusting.”

I hopped off the bed so he could get up and he looked down at the hospital gown with distaste making me laugh. “You make it look good, I promise.”

His feet were unsteady as they touched the cold floor and I wrapped my arm around his waist when he started to sway. “Why is there a breeze at the back?”

I looked behind him and had to stifle a giggle as I closed the back of the gown that had come open to show off his ass. “Maybe they got your surgery mixed up and gave you a colonoscopy as well.”

“No, no. No more hanging out with my brothers,” he said as he shuffled along. “Phillipe said the same thing, that I would wake up with bottom surgery.”

“Oh, babe,” I burst out laughing, “that’s not what you think it is.”

His brows furrowed together. “Wait, what?”

“I’ll tell you later.” I opened the bathroom door and he froze as we crossed the threshold.

“You can wait outside,” he said quietly as he tried to step away but his legs were like jelly.

“Pierre, we are getting married, I held your head over a sick bowl when you had that tummy bug and I have brought you toilet paper when the roll ran out more times than I can count. I think I can handle seeing you pee.” I closed the door behind us as his face turned red. “Don’t be embarrassed. You are always taking care of me, it’s about time you let me take care of you.”

“Fine, but don’t look,” he ceded as you helped him stand up straight and turned your head away.

“Don’t worry about me, just focus so we can get out of here before Nurse Ratched comes back.”

Pierre managed a smile when we got home and Addie came running out of the house like she hadn’t just seen him that morning. 

“Careful, sweetie,” I warned as he picked her up and her arms automatically wrapped around his neck before she tried to kiss his cheek. “Daddy’s face is sore and he needs to rest.”

“I can share Mr Snuggly,” she offered before climbing down and taking his hand to lead him to the living room. She didn’t even let me touch her favourite teddy that she had snuggled with since she was a newborn. “He’ll make the ouchies go away.”

While they went and got comfortable on the couch for a very lazy week planned ahead, I grabbed the bag of pain medication the doctor had prescribed and caught Pascale up on how it all went.

“Can you believe he kept his teeth they pulled out?” I asked with a cringe that she mirrored, shaking her head at her son.

“As long as he doesn’t show me them, or hide them around the house like he did when he was a boy, then he can do as he pleases.” She closed the car for me and laughed at the incredulous look I gave her. “I love my sons but boys keep you on your toes. How is the wedding planning going? Pierre said you were looking at a spring wedding.”

“Winter just wouldn’t work unless I want to hobble down the aisle, and Pierre is too impatient to wait until summer.” I smiled at the thought of the many ideas we had talked about in the last week. If he had his way we would already be hitched but I wanted to wait until mum had time to process the adoption papers and we could both become Gasly’s at the same time. “We are actually looking at having it in Australia since there is a free weekend between the Jeddah and Melbourne race. But nothing is set in stone yet, we really should get a wedding planner to sort it all out.”

“Ask the girls in the group chat, I’m sure they have someone to recommend.”

It was no secret that the drivers had a WhatsApp chat group but few people knew about the one for the WAGs. “How do you know about that?”

Pascale laughed and waved her hand. “Back in my day we used the party line then email came along.”

“What's the party line?”

“Oh, don’t make me feel any older than I already feel. Just ask the girls.”

“Considering Kevin and Sergio are the only ones married I’m not sure how much help they will be.”

“Doesn’t stop them from dreaming, darling. I should get going but call me if you need anything and Pierre’s favourite soup is in the fridge.” I followed her inside and she grabbed her handbag off the side table in the living room before kissing Pierre on the head as she passed the back of the couch then rubbed Addie’s back where she was curled up into his side. “Bye, my sweet, I love you.”

“Love you too, grand-mére,” she replied, barely tearing her eyes away from the movie they had chosen.

“Bye, ma,” Pierre said with a sleepy wave before he tipped his head back and closed his eyes. 

I walked Pascale out to the security gate and kissed her cheek, offering once again to drive her home but the afternoon was serene and the walk home wasn’t far. Pierre was still awake, just, when I got back inside and I massaged his shoulders as I stood behind him. “Stay awake for a minute, you’re due some medication.”

I grabbed the bag of supplies from the pharmacy and tipped them onto the coffee table so I could see what was what. One box was an anti-inflammatory, another was a pain killer, there was a large bottle of mouth rinse and the last box was the refill for my birth control. Pierre leaned forward to check the labels since he could be randomly tested for drugs through the off season and didn’t want to take anything that could show up.

His fingers grabbed the smallest box and turned it over to see my name on it. He stared at it for a minute, idly tapping it against his leg. “It felt so real.”

“What did?” I asked as I cracked two painkillers out of the blister back and went to get him a bottle of water.

“Sydney,” he murmured as I put the pills in his hand and went to take the box back but his fingers closed tightly around it. “I can still remember how it felt holding him, I can still hear his cries. What if…” He bit his lip and looked up from the box that held him fixated, his eyes clear and bright. “What if you don’t take these?”

Click here for chapter twenty seven.

Tagging: @my-only-way-tocooperatewithlife @prrttysposts @alwaysclassyeagle @dr3lover

[digitalfantome]

gonna love you with my hands tied (Serious Heat).

Carmen shook his head, grinning.

He kicked his shoes off while tugging off his bowtie. The next garment removed was his suit jacket and he rolled up the sleeves of his button down shirt. Sydney, for her part, stared unabashedly at him, enjoying her private birthday show.

He stepped closer to her, taking both of her hands in his to help her step out of her kitten heels. She doesn’t miss the way he looks her up and down as she’s aware that the Viscose of her dress is slightly transparent under the right light. He dropped one of her hands, guiding one of his to the metal strap on her shoulder.

“You’re beautiful, Syd,” he whispered, “And you looked even more beautiful tonight. I couldn’t think of anything else, but this.” She used her free hand to tug off the knot at the side of the dress, loosening the string, so when he brushes the strap off her shoulder, the dress slides down her body and pools at her feet. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”

The dress didn’t call for a bra, so she wasn’t wearing one; left standing in front of him in only her lacy panties. He left their pile of discharged clothes on the floor, guiding her with one hand to kneel on his bed. In that moment, she realizes what was the change in mood she felt after dinner—a mixture of excitement and nervousness; she’s feeling the same way, her skin electric with every touch.

“I’m gonna, uh, do a breast tying pattern. Okay?”

“Okay,” she breathed.

“Let me know if it’s too tight or if I’m doing something wrong, alright? And if you change your mind, we can stop at any moment,” he said while rubbing his fingers on the red rope, staring down at her brown eyes.

“I’m not gonna change my mind, Carm,” she reassured him, watching him biting his bottom lip, nodding, before directing his eyes down her body.

“Put your arms behind your back, in the position you feel it’s the most comfortable for you,” she nodded, bending her arms behind her back in a reverse prayer.

With calloused warm fingers, slightly shaking, he began to wrap her torso and arms with the rope. She felt the brush of his knuckles against her skin while he’s tying the knots, the rope just tight enough, starting to create whatever pattern he had in mind.

“Syd, y-your braids…” he said, blushing.

She chuckled, “Just grab one of my scrunchies—I think there’s one in your bedside table—and put them up in the way you’ve seen me do a million times before.” He nodded, reaching for the scrunchie and his touch on her braids were even lighter than the ones he left in her body. He carefully mimicked what she always does when putting her braids up; just another sign of how much attention he pays to her.

After her braids were secure, he went back to his task, passing the rope between her breasts and tying in the middle, creating a circle around each of them. She closed her eyes—focusing on the feeling of his touches and brushes of the back of his hands on her—when he passed it over her shoulder, wrapping around her wrists.

She felt a dip of the mattress, close to her right knee, and his body heat on her right side, but she didn’t open her eyes, focusing now on her breathing. She was starting to feel dizzy at the feeling of the rope around her body, restricting her movements and grounding her in the moment; the overwhelming feeling of being safe, loved and cared for taking over her.

“All good?”

“Yes,” her voice was barely above a whisper.

“It isn’t too tight?”

“No,” she felt tears running down her cheeks and immediately his hands stilled.

“Syd, w-what happened?”

“Nothing. ‘s all good.”

“Babe, you’re crying,” his calloused fingers wiped away her tears and she opened her eyes, being greeted by his ocean blues full of concern.

“I know. Happy tears,” he seemed stunned for a moment, searching her face for any sign of distress, before meeting her warm brown eyes again. She offered him a recomforting smile while more tears ran down her cheeks. He wiped at them again, nodding and trusting her; resuming his task.

She doesn’t know how long it took for him to finish the pattern. She kept her eyes closed and he didn’t stop again until he was done—and when he was done, he sat down behind her on the bed, helping her to sit down between his open legs. She complied, feeling his arms wrap around her waist, hugging her tightly.

“I love you so much,” he whispered against the side of her neck. She shivered a little, leaning back more comfortably against his chest—the buttons of his shirt pressing against her tied hands—and resting her head on his shoulder.

“I love you, too,” she whispered back. “Thank you for this.”

“Happy Birthday, babe.”

Later in the night, he got up from the bed to fully undress, before sitting on the edge of it in front of the mirror, guiding her back into his lap. With strong hands around her hips, helping her movements, she watched herself, all tied up with the red rope, riding her boyfriend; their eyes locked through their reflection. She doesn’t remember ever coming harder, ever feeling more loved, than in that moment.

And the same care he put on tying her up, he put on undoing the knots. Carefully massaging the indents left behind, kissing every inch of her skin and murmuring over and over and over again how much he loved her, how beautiful she was. She couldn’t be more spoiled.

He ran a hot bath for them and carried her bridal-style to the bathroom; she was laughing the whole time. He settled her down and sat behind her, massaging her shoulders.

“Best birthday I ever had.”

He chuckled, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, ‘m glad to be of service.”

——— A collection of SydCarmy ficlets inspired by prompts of the #SydCarmyWeek2024.

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[creelkobblelaufeyson69]

Another one?

Warnings: gore

Billy and Stu were in the kitchen talking to Sydney to fully notice the person dressed up in the costume they’ve been wearing to kill people. The person stabs Sydney in front of them, which makes blood get all over them

“Whoa dude, who this person?” Stu asked Billy as the person looked at the two. The person held up a voice changer that was now covered in Sydney’s blood. “Surprise boys” with one swift movement, the blood had gotten off of the knife now

The person removes the mask off of them. It was Y/n. The both of them were in shock to see them here. Dewey and Gale had entered, but they quickly grabbed the gun and aimed for both of their heads. The couple had gone onto the floor as they looked back at the two

“Y/n I already liked you a lot, but damn does this help you out” Stu says, which makes Billy look at him. They chuckled as they placed the gun back down. “What if I wanted them?” Billy asked him. “You boys can share me. Just don’t get too jealous, k?” The two looked back at them, and shook their heads

[tangerinesgirl]

Kinktober 2024 - October 4th

Sensory Deprivation // Leather or Latex // Watersports

David Haller x Fem!Reader

Word count: 800>

Rating: 18+, explicit

Warnings: dub/non con elements, astral plane sex, edging, threats, degrading

Notes: hmm idk why I found this one quite hard to write...someone reassure me. This is based during series 3 where David goes a little loco.

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Your eyes snap open and you're greeted with... darkness. Pitch black. You hold up your hand in front of your face but see nothing.

The last thing you remember was David infiltrating the place you work, killing everybody left right and centre. But why weren't you dead? Or maybe you were.

You couldn't help but take a special interest in David. Trying to debunk each move. His relationship with Sydney. You also couldn't help but feel attracted to him, and his power.

"Hello?"

A laugh echoes behind you, traveling from your left ear to your right. You look around trying to find the source with no luck.

"Awh, you look so cute when you're confused"

You calm down a little when you realise you're in the Astral Plane.

"What is this?"

"You'll see. Lie down."

"And what if I refuse?"

Before the words can even escape your mouth, a force drives you backwards. You land on the floor with a thunk. It's enough to wind you, but oddly didn't hurt.

"Lie down."

You do as you're told and lie down, stomach facing up. It's scares you a little that you're faced with the same darkness when you close your eyes as well as open.

You jump a little when you can feel someone touching your arm, goosebumps forming as the feeling travels upwards. It stops when it reaches your shoulder. There's a moment of pause, when suddenly you can feel small pricks on your lips, it felt a bit like the start of pins and needles. It tingled, but not in a bad way.

You start to raise your hand to feel your lips habitually, but your hands are forced back down.

The touching sensation continues as it travels over your neck, the pins and needles also returning. It felt even more pleasant on your neck. You turn your neck giving more access to the touch, when it stops.

All you can hear is your own heavy breathing when you start to feel something beginning to unbutton your dress. You furrow your eyebrows as you look down, still seeing nothing, as you can feel your dress popping open. You can feel your bra coming undone, freeing your breasts. The soft touching kneeding them, and the pins and needles dotting slightly on your nipples.

"David...". You start to rub your legs together, the teasing slowly killing you, looking for some kind of friction. When suddenly the touching stops. You wine at the loss of the sensation.

Then you feel your legs force open, pinning them down to stop you rubbing them. The touching trails up both of your legs. Higher...higher... and reaches your thigh. It tickles the inside of your legs a moment before you feel something remove your underwear.

There's another pause, before you start to feel the touching ghosting around your clit. You also feel it back on your breasts, rolling your nipples.

You gasp at the sensation. The darkness heightening every single touch, and every sound you make. "Fuck", you start to move your hips with the feeling against your clit, looking for more.

When it stops.

"David, you asshole", you whisper under your breath.

"That's what you get for being such a brat", you finally hear David's voice again behind you. You can almost swear you can feel his breath against your ear as he talks, unsure if real or part of his astral realm powers, or even just your mind playing tricks on you.

You start to feel pins and needles in your inner thigh, strangely pleasant, when it starts to drift closer and closer to your core.

"David please", you beg him for more. You start to feel teasing at your entrance again, touching your folds. You start to feel something start to fill you up, spreading you open. You can feel your walls stretching, the feeling starting to hit deep down into your cervix. The feeling is overwhelming, you're gasping for breath, but also grinding your hips again searching for more. Your eyes dart around the darkness searching for something, to see what's filling you up oh so good. Your head lulls back, defeated, deciding to just embrace it.

You can feel whatever's inside you leave, agonisingly slowly. You wine at the loss when it pushes back in. Your back arches off the floor. The tingling sensation is back, dotting between your lips and your breasts, as the sensation at your vagina starts to thrust inside of you, deep and slow. Touching starts at your clit again.

"David I'm going to c-", you moan, when suddenly. Everything stops. You groan in frustration. "David I swear to God when we're back in-"

"Who says were going back?"

You tense up with fear, "W-what?"

"I've decided to just keep you here. My little pet. Since you like it so much. I'll visit you, time to time, see you squirm, see you cum as I barely touch you. It's fascinating really. Makes me wonder what else I could do with you."

His threat stings, being in this nothingness for all eternity is terrifying to you, but you can't help but melt at his words tingling in your ear.

"David, please-"

He notices the effect his words have on you, "You see? You're nothing but a whore. You're happy to be left here and fucked by me."

"David don't leave me."

Nothing.

"DAVID?!"

[dwightworker]

Preparing for Floor Removal in Sydney: A Homeowner's Checklist

Removing old flooring is a significant home renovation project that can dramatically change the look and feel of your space. However, before you dive into floor removal in Sydney, it's essential to ensure your home is well-prepared for the process. By taking the time to plan and follow a clear checklist, you can avoid potential complications, reduce stress, and ensure a smoother renovation experience. Here’s a detailed guide to help you prepare your home for floor removal.

Clear the Area: Decluttering is Key

The first step in preparing for floor removal in Sydney is to clear out the area. Remove all furniture, rugs, and decor items to ensure the space is completely free for contractors to work in. Don’t forget to protect valuable or fragile items, especially if adjacent rooms could also be affected by dust or debris during the process. Clearing the space also helps to prevent any accidental damage to your belongings during the removal.

Consider renting a temporary storage unit or moving furniture into an unaffected room for the duration of the project. The more space your contractors have, the faster and more efficiently they can work.

Plan for Temporary Flooring

Depending on the type of flooring you are removing and the timeline of your renovation, your space may be left exposed for a period. When planning for floor removal in Sydney, it’s wise to have a temporary flooring solution, such as heavy-duty tarps, particularly if the area is a high-traffic part of your home.

These temporary solutions will help protect your subfloor from damage during the transition and ensure the space remains somewhat functional while waiting for new flooring to be installed.

Hire Professional Contractors

While DIY removal may seem like an attractive option, hiring professionals for floor removal in Sydney is often a smarter choice. Professional contractors will have the right equipment and experience to remove the old flooring efficiently without causing damage to the underlying structure. Whether it's hardwood, tile, or carpet, floor removal can be a tricky process requiring specialised tools and skills, so hiring experts can prevent costly mistakes.

When choosing a contractor, ensure they have experience with the type of flooring you are removing. Also, check online reviews and ask for references to make sure you’re hiring a reliable team.

Secure Proper Permits

In some cases, floor removal, particularly for older homes, may require permits if there are concerns about asbestos or lead in the materials. Depending on the building regulations in Sydney, it’s important to check whether any hazardous materials are involved in your floor removal. Professionals specialising in floor removal in Sydney will often handle the permits for you, but always verify that this is part of their service.

Scheduling the Removal Process

Properly scheduling your floor removal in Sydney ensures minimal disruption to your daily routine. Discuss with your contractors how long the removal will take and plan around their availability. Also, consider the timing of when you will be installing the new flooring so the entire process is streamlined.

If the floor removal is in high-use areas like kitchens or living rooms, it may be worth arranging alternate accommodations or planning vacations to avoid the chaos of the renovation process.

Dust and Noise Control

Floor removal can be a noisy and dusty process, particularly if it involves hardwood or tile demolition. As part of your preparation, cover doorways, vents, and furniture in adjacent rooms to reduce the spread of dust. Communicate with your contractors to ensure they take the necessary precautions as well. Professional floor removal services in Sydney often come with the necessary tools, such as vacuum systems, to control dust during the process.

Conclusion: A Smooth Floor Removal Process Starts with Preparation

Proper planning and preparation are key to ensuring a smooth floor removal in Sydney. By following this checklist, homeowners can mitigate potential risks and disruptions during the process. From clearing the space to securing permits and scheduling the removal, these steps will help ensure that your renovation goes off without a hitch. Hiring experienced professionals, protecting your belongings, and preparing for dust control will all contribute to a successful flooring update that revitalises your home.

[mothinabottle]

MOTH HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

Jordan, Sydney y yo te deseamos un feliz cumpleaños 🎂🎉

Te mando mis buenos deseos y muchos abrazos 🫂 tqm <3

HAKU. HAKU! I almost squealed in the middle of the bussss. omgomgomg

Simpeo, simpeo fuerte. estoy que muero ayuda aaaaaaa.

DIBUJOS DE HAKU PARA MI 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 ESTE REGALO ES INCREIBLEEEE

Este copypasta de aqui describe mis sentimientos perfectamente:

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jitterbug, mind boggling, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, he could put a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride.

-Respectfully drooling,

Moth

[beoneofus]

🎬💉

Okay but I think these would work well mixed together

Do we also request a character? If so can I request Stu Macher? Thx and I love ur work:)

“ I am more than just a copy of you. ”, “ you're just like him. ”

3.17.23

partially edited

hi!! thank you so much <3. I hope you like this, I really am rusty with writing stu and I got really lazy, but I tried to best him. hopefully I did this justice.

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pairing┋stu macher x fem! reader

warnings┋angst!! swearing. gore, blood mention. cruel stu. mention of billy. reader being very emotional. gun shot mention, stabbing mention.

summery┋stu tries to kill you and fails. but that doesn't mean he didn't leave you traumatized.

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it should've been obvious.

the horrendous jokes. the description of gore without hesitation. freaking sydney out without any remorse or consideration to her feelings. the shared looks between the two when something bad would come about. the aggression from them both, in general.

It should've been obvious that stu and billy were complete, utter psychopaths. randy pointed out various signs that billy wasn't right in the head and was completely suspicious when it came to the on-scene evidence of being a murderer; horror movies being the incentive to this whole ordeal. and if you played careful enough attention, it was underlined in bold red that stu was his little apprentice.

the blonde had been billy's lap dog from the start so you, as his girlfriend, could've realized at some point that he'd follow the brunette into some scheme such as sociopathism. could have; but didn't. you had feelings of uneasiness around stu multiple times, from the dangerous gleams he'd get in his eyes to the grins he always gave billy when the guy would get just a little too obvious.

you blamed yourself. for not being able to stop stu, and for getting into this situation. If you could have just been a bit smarter, maybe you and sidney wouldn't be in such a predicament.

back pressed to the hallway door that led into the kitchen, you had a hand slapped over your mouth to filter your panicked breathing. tears were brimming the corners of your eyes as you squeezed them shut, too far into the pit of denial that this was even happening, that you didn't even bother to peal them open. hearing your boyfriend and that asshole taunt sidney, spilling that they literally killed her mother in cold blood made you sick to your stomach. you… you need to move, and help her, but the throbbing stab wound in your side was gratefully preventing you from leaping at such a chance.

it hurt, so bad. just knowing you had a hole in your body weakened your state. you weren't all that confident to begin with, so this? It took you back several steps. how the fuck were you going to help her? you'd probably only drag her down and get you both killed.

but no. you could not think that way.

trying your best not to let out a sob, you sucked in your lips; biting down on them while you removed your hand from your mouth. your other hand, which was drenched in blood from holding your side, shakily moved away to lift upwards. you gripped the collar of the jacket you wore and slowly pulled, removing your arms from the sleeves.

once you took it off, you wrapped the article around your waist and tied it tight. It was the most shitty support right now for your wound, but it's the best you had.

swallowing thickly, you carefully looked around the room for anything to use as a weapon. quite frankly, anything can be a weapon, but you needed to consider your choices here considering stu had a gun and billy had a knife.

the best option was one of the pictures hanging on the wall. a plan had already formed in your head, surprisingly quickly. so, slowly, you moved away from the door and side stepped towards the wall.

looking behind you to make sure no one was heading your way, you failed to realize a creak in the floor sounded from the opposite corner that rounded the hallway. by time you looked towards the picture, stu was standing there, drenched in his own blood with the red liquid dripping from his lips.

you instantly froze in fear. just what the fuck were you to do? the gun was in his shaking hand, and a crucial grin was twisted onto his face, and the picture was a little too far from you to just grab and chuck at him. even if you did, he could still shoot you.

“ suuuuurprise, baby! ” his words slightly slurred due to the blood loss, but he still managed to have his usual pep; eyes dramatically widening and hands curling to pump up. “ I didn't think you were still alive. but it looks like ya’ actually escaped billy. ”

“ I.. ” you winced, the throb in your side returning. “ I wouldn't let that dick take me down, stu. ” you were trying your best to sound confident but it's pretty obvious, by your shaking tone, that it wasn't looking too good.

stu giggled wickedly at this, before pausing in a speedy second. he placed a hand to his mouth, eyes wide once more in a mocking manner. “ oh really? you wouldn't let billy kill you? ” his hand moved, so he could slowly lower his head, a menacing smirk showing. “ I think that's a liiiie, baby! and you know how I feel about you lyin’ to me! ” sick, cackling laughter left him; blood flying off of his lips from the messy way his mouth formed words. “ I think you deserve a punishment for that, don't you think? ”

you gulped, before eyeing the brass candle holder on the mini table that stood not too far from you. you were quick to dive forward, and take it in your grip; swinging your arm back to throw it at the males head. “ fuck no! ”

surprisingly, stu managed to move out of the way while you ran. It rammed against the wall behind him, leaving quite an ugly mark. It left him dumbfounded for a moment, but then he gathered himself and whipped his head around to the direction you ran in. clicking his tongue and tsking to himself, he grinned crazily once again. “ not a smart move, y/n! ”

you had bolted straight to the door, hand out stretching to fly towards the handle. you were so close to grabbing it, but a gun shot rang out. a gasp, followed by a blood curdling scream left you, before your body barreled towards the door full force. you slide down against the wood, falling down with a sharp ‘ thump! ’.

a bullet was now lodged into your leg, stuck right down into the bone marrow; you could feel the shit. a gaping hole was in your calf, making you sob and grab at your leg like a hurt child. god did it burn. It felt like a million fire ants were biting you, electricity shocking all the way up to your thigh. even the stab wound didn't hurt this fucking bad - probably because billy didn't get to stab you too deep.

but, fuck, this? It felt like the room was spinning. you could feel your body heating up by the second.

“ see, y/n? ” stu slowly walked over, shaking his head with an overly-dramatic frown on his face. It looked as if it was greatly forced, which it was. “ you made me hurt you, baby. I reeeeally didn't want to, but- ” he sighed. “ I had no choice. you tried to run. ”

“ y-you're fucking sick! ” you screeched, hiccuping out. nothing could detract you from the tremendous pain you felt. “ god, stu, what the fuck! why are you doing this?! ”

his frown instantly flipped upside down. “ why? ” slowly, deeply, he chuckled. “ you wanna know why? ” falling into a fit of low giggles, while slowly turning; scratching his head with the tunnel of the gun. “ well, it's simple really. it's fuuuuun, ” he dragged out the word, turning his gaze to the ceiling. It's as if he was thinking. but then, his gaze shot to you. “ and I can't stand you! ”

over the pounding in your ears and the fact that you were becoming practically numb, it was hard to make out what stu said. but you did, sadly, and it made you freeze up. the grip on your leg loosened, causing it to fall completely limp. “ what? w.. what did I ever do to you? ” more tears brimmed your eyes, the light in the room reflecting off your tears, making it seem more drastic. “ stu… I loved you. w-why the hell do you want to kill me? everyone? ”

“ didn't ya’ listen, babe? ” he snickered. “ it's fun. It fills the thrill in my life. ” pausing, he looked down to the blood stained floor. “ and uh, I'm sensitive. I fall under peer pressure easily. ” shrugging, a side grin slipped onto his lips. “ but y'know, I'm glad billy dragged me into this. It made me realize just how much I want your blood on my hands! ”

your body violently trembled. you could only sit, staring at stu with disgust and disbelief. you don't ever remember doing anything so bad, that stu thought killing you was the only option to filling the angry urge in his heart. I mean, how sick did you have to be? but then again, this man did just say he was killing everyone else for fucking fun.

“ you're crazy… ” you rasped, no longer finding it in you to scream and cry. you just felt empty at this point.

“ really?! ” he faked a gasp. “ what a calfastrophe this is! ” a wide, eye crinkling smirk curled onto his face. this seemed to happen a lot. “ get it? cause your calf is bleeding out? ”

this was no laughing matter to you, which is why you glared, at least the best to what you could muster. vision rather hazy, zeroing in and out, you couldn't see very well. this was very bad considering you needed to get away from him. with a bullet in your leg, stab wound in your side and now vision failing - the odds weren't looking too good for you.

‘ shit.. ’ you thought, lowering your gaze. ‘ this was not the way I imagined going out… ’

stu was stalking towards you by now. you had tried to move, to possibly boost yourself with your leg that wasn't injured, but to even move the other one it hurt like no tomorrow. you were hissing through your teeth with every nudge - there's no way you were making it out of there.

but then both you and stu heard the door that led to the kitchen, slam open. both of you immediately whipped your heads in the direction, only to see billy frantically looking around. It seems as if sidney got away from him.

“ where are you, ya’ bitch?! ” he screamed, anger coating his seething breathes. he was beyond pissed. to let that little cunt get away from him - what the hell was he thinking? “ come oooout, sidney! don't fucking make this harder than it has to be! ”

that's when he spotted you and stu. his gaze moved from his apprentice, onto you, making him realize your pathetic state. this caused him to smirk, before he began walking over; knife wagging back and forth in his hand. “ well, look at this. looks like you actually did something right for once, jackass. ”

billy stopped beside stu, only to harshly gesture towards his gun. “ well, what the hell are you waiting for? kill the bitch! ”

upon demand, stu's smile dropped. he was no longer amused - instead, now getting annoyed with billy. “ I was going to, billy. you interrupted. ” he gestured towards you for dramatic effect - his specialty.

narrowing his eyes at stu, he did the famous dad-point-and-stare - but with his knife. “ fix your fucking attitude. ” he then swirled around, stopping up to you, before lifting his foot and stomping down on your injured leg. suddenly you found it in you to scream again, this one house-shaking; fresh tears leaving past your eyes.

“ f-fuck! STOP! ”

“ SHUT UP! ” billy shouted, spit flying. his ankle twisted, putting more pressure onto the wound. you were gurgling on your sobs at this point.

“ now stu- ” with a sadistic look in his eye, billy turned his neck towards said blonde once again. “ kill her, or I fucking will. ” finally, he picked up his foot. a nasty, huge, purple welt was forming around the entirety of your calf. your breath was coming out in uneven, shaking huffs; lips trembling. saliva leaving your mouth. you were an entire mess and looked so pathetic. but really, you could care less.

stu was left staring billy down, his own eyes squinting into a glare. he said nothing though, because he knew the brunette had the upper hand.

“ fi- ” a sudden bang in the kitchen made both males look towards the area. they stared for a moment, before billy took off; stalking towards the source and banging his fist into the wall on the way there. “ come out, you little whore! I'm gonna slit your fucking throat and leave you to bleed out aaaaaaall over the floor, bitch! ”

but his chatter came to an end. someone slammed open the door of the closet in the hallway and threw themselves towards billy, stabbing him with the tip of an umbrella. they did it once… twice.. before billy was grunting out; wrestling the person.

you could only guess it was sidney. she took ahold of him, and swung him to the floor. while stu watched, astonished and amused, you took it as your chance to scoot towards the door. biting your lips to prevent even more screeching, your shaky palm reached up.

again, no use, because the blonde turned towards you.

“ ah, ah, ah- ” he chuckled goofily, walking towards you. “ I don't think so, princess! ”

you were so angry now. all the pain, the suffering you're dealing with just sitting there taking not only the torment, but the constant hit after hit they gave you mentally. that stu gave you mentally. you couldn't take it - but, here you were, doing nothing. dealing with a gun and stab wound looked easier in movies, but fuck… It wasn't. not at all.

“ get away from me! ” you barked, belligerence in your heavy tone. “ you're so fucking sick, stu, and I refuse to die by the hands of an idiot like you! ”

“ idiot? ” his smile dropped, as he parked his feet right in front of your figure. he looked taken back by what you said. you knew he wasn't lying when he said he was sensitive - it was true. you knew this, you are - were his girlfriend, after all. “ I'm - I'm no idiot. ” his tone was wobbly… which was pretty rich, considering the predicament.

scoffing, you swallowed down the pain you were dealing with. “ yeah, you are. billy was right - you never do anything right. ”

gritting his teeth, stu took ahold of the gun and grabbed the barrel; spinning it until a click was heard. “ uh huh. and you know what else he was right about? ”

you didn't reply, only staring with shaky eyes. but he looked at you, jaw rotating with a grind. “ I said, do you know what the fuck else he was right about?! ”

“ ... no. ” you spoke out, quietly.

“ you are just like me! ” his voice cracked, tears punching the corners of his eyes now. stu was absolutely insane with the look he bored; smile lifting shakily, with anger. “ a copy of me. we're just like each other, y/n. that's why I liked you so much… ” his smile fell. “ and that's why I can't stand ya’ now, baby! ” a manic, unhinged ring of laughter left him. “ which is whyyyy! I'll have such a good fucking time, putting a bullet straight through your. damn. skull! ”

you seethed on the inside, outwardly shaking. did he really just compare you to him? “ I'm nothing like you! ” you cried out, almost choking on her words. “ I.. I am more than just a copy of you, stu. I'm my own person. I'm sane! ” you swallowed, coldness and hatred clouding your orbs. “ you… you're not. ”

“ hey, stu! ” you and stu had managed to block out the fight in the back, as you two had your own assortment; drastically arguing, discussing matters that were pointless. it was enough just for sidney to knock billy out, and now, she was trying to capture the blondes attention to potentially end him.

he fell for it - turning around, only to see his best friend out cold. stab wounds coating his chest from the umbrella, with blood everywhere.

eyes flickering onto sidney, stu sneered. “ you bitch! ” he ran towards her, but she was faster. she ducked, dodging him just by a few hairs, before clumsily running away from him. he followed her like the gullible fuck he was.

stu tried to shoot the dark haired girl, but missed. just as she flew out of the way and he marched towards her, she grabbed the nearest item, and threw it at his head. managing to finally knock him down.

the gun flew out of stu's grasp, and he fell. hand moving to grip his now aching forehead.

“ you fucking- ” he looked up, only to meet sidney's gaze. she smiled tightly, not letting him finish his sentence, before she pushed the tv above him right onto his head.

the sound of buzzing electricity could be heard, followed by muffled yelling and gargling. the tv electrocuted his face, frying him from the inside. you held your breath at this, eyes wide, but thankful sidney killed the son of a bitch.

she breathed in, heart racing. “ it's… finally over. ” sidney huffed, her eyes slowly moving towards the gun stu had. walking over, she bent down and picked it up; hand shaking from the pain in her arm, and the trauma she just endured.

it wasn't long before randy ran into the room. “ r.. randy? ” you wheezed out, eyes finally drooping shut. “ I thought.. you died. ”

“ holy shit, y/n! ” the male ran over to you, immediately cringing at your mangled leg. nonetheless, he crouched down beside you. “ shit, we need an ambulance immediately! ” his hands were worriedly, anxiously running through his hair. “ oh my god. I didn't think stu had it in him to be this fucking brutal. billy, I can see- he always struck me as crazy. but stu? god- ” randy continued to ramble, cracking a grin out of you. but, it was only seconds later that your head pulled forward from you passing out. hair framing your face.

“ oh- fuck. sidney, she passed out! ”

“ don't worry. ” sidney limped towards you both. “ the police and ambulances are on their way. ”

the sound of drowned out, irritating beeping filled your ear when you finally came to. hushed whispering and the clinking of metal, and the thumping of plastic on plastic hit your ears as well, so overbearing that you groaned; rotating your head, furrowing your brows. where the hell…

stu. billy. they tried to kill you…

It all came back instantly. the killings, the ghostface mask, the blood and the pain. your eyes opened instantly, but immediately shut from the blinding light hitting you.

“ geez… turn it off. ” your voice was very dry, as was your throat. but, it looked like you speaking is what needed to be done, given it alerted the people in your room.

“ y/n! ” you heard the voice of your older sister, relief and worry in her tone. the scraping of her shoes against the floor, until they were right next to you, informed you she was now beside the bed you laid on. “ oh my god.. thank god you're awake. ”

after managing to open your eyes, you gestured towards your throat. after dealing with such shit and being asleep for who knows how long, you were parched. your sister instantly understood and handed you a glass of water that was on the bedside table.

you drunk it gratefully, gulping down every last drop. “ I honestly thought I died.. ” you gasped out, your eyes trained on the styrofoam in your grasp.

“ not quite yet. ” another voice butted into the conversation. once you looked up and spotted a white coat, you assumed it was the doctor. “ you lost a lot of blood and nearly your leg.. but you weren't close to dying. unless, of course… ” she cleared her throat to dismiss the thought. “ the bone in your leg has cracked a fair amount, but we managed to get the bullet out safely. we did minor surgery, and you won't be walking around for a few months. you may have a permanent limp as well, but besides that, everything looks good. ”

“ what about my stab wound..? ” you tiled your head to the side in curiosity. by the smile you were offered, you assumed it wasn't too bad.

“ nothing major, ” she adjusted her stethoscope. “ the knife just dug deep enough to stop blood flow from one of your veins, but with some stitches and the unclogging of a blood clot, everything is fine. ”

“ thank god… ” you muttered, looking away. If something serious had happened you would have a huge freak out. your heart was already racing from everything, so bad news was the last thing you needed.

“ I'll leave you girls alone. ” the blonde nodded to you both, before turning and exiting the room. silence confined you both, before your sister spoke up.

“ they're both dead. ” was the first thing she spoke of. “ sidney… sidney managed to kill them, so you have nothing to worry about any longer. ”

“ ... good. ” your tone was dead. I mean, how else would you respond to that? “ those motherfuckers are rotting in hell now. they deserve it. ”

“ ... you know, you're just like him. ”

you paused, recalling what stu had said to you. It's like the memory of what he commented burned into your brain and was slowly playing back, much like a recorded audio. “ who? ”

“ dad. ” you let out a breath of relief. if she would've said what you thought she was gonna say, you'd possibly lose it. “ how so? ” it was only appropriate to ask what she meant.

“ you're brave, y/n. and strong. ” her hand grabbed yours, squeezing it. “ I just… if I was in your shoes, I wouldn't be talking like you are now. I'd be traumatized. ”

dryly, you chuckled, rolling your neck so that you face her. you looked in your sister's eyes with seriousness. “ I am. It's just hard not to act normal. I don't… feel myself anymore, at least not right now. ” you pressed your lips together. “ but, I can't just stop functioning. ”

slowly, a smile formed on your sister's face… “ you're right.. I'm just glad you're alive. ” tears were brimming her waterline.

“ yeah… ” you looked away, thoughts clouding your mind. “ I am too. ”

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MEET GREER’S ROOMMATE  -  THE NEPO BABY.

{ FACECLAIM, AGE, GENDER, PRONOUNS } Is that FIRST NAME LAST NAME? A JUNIOR/SENIOR originally from HOMETOWN, they decided to come to Ogden College to study MAJOR on an ATHLETIC / ACADEMIC SCHOLARSHIP (remove if character is not a scholarship student). They’re THE NEPO BABY on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

ABOUT THIS SKELETON: To live with THE GOLDEN GIRL….an intimidating thing, to see the truth behind that public persona.  But if anyone could understand it, surely it was THE NEPO BABY. Another master of a facade, considering who their parents are. Oh, you heard who they are already? Welcome to the life of the rich and famous. Everyone thinks they know who you are. And everyone thinks they understand the relationship between Greer and her roommate, how they got along. But…did they? Or did they just pretend to? After all, if anyone would have dirt on Greer, it would be her roommate.

MAJOR PLOT POINTS THUS FAR: 

THE NEPO BABY was one of four students who received a letter from THE GOLDEN GIRL on September 18th…that Greer haddated to be delivered on August 29th. Read more here !!!

After the time capsule leak, the cops interviewed everyone on campus again - unluckily for THE NEPO BABY, their interview was a disaster, and the officers have reason to suspect they were involved with THE GOLDEN GIRL’s disappearance.

When the Commons was set ablaze during commencement weekend, a group of students had been lured there by G. THE NEPO BABY found themselves on the first floor, shortly before THE SIREN....fell.

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How unfortunate for THE CLOSET GAY that THE NEPO BABY knew the secret of what went on behind THE GOLDEN GIRL’s closed door….or at least highly suspected. Not going to stay a secret for long anymore. 

THE NEPO BABY could likely know more about THE GOLDEN GIRL’s secrets than anyone, considering they lived together. So what does it say that they have never liked THE PUPPETMASTER and Greer’s friendship with them?

Everyone knows that THE GOLDEN GIRL wasn't the first to use THE ERUDITE STONER and THE SCHOLARSHIP STUDENT to cut corners - would the be surprised to hear THE NEPO BABY did as well ?? Probably not - it’s practically their birthright, after all. 

With THE GOLDEN GIRL constantly inviting THE DRAG ALONG and THE FALLEN PRINCESS in their room, THE NEPO BABY got more than their fair share of the trio. They never seemed to be crazy about them, but…seems like there might be an opening in the group now. 

THE GIRL NEXT DOOR has a family in politics and philanthropy, THE NEPO BABY has a famous family - and they both have a close relationship with THE GOLDEN GIRL. No wonder they both ended up being friendly with THE SOCIAL BUTTERFLY too - someone who makes friends and connections that easily surely isn’t using them.

THE NEPO BABY immediately became the subject of THE HOMEGROWN HERO’s idolization - how could they be expected to social climb without sucking up to the most connected one on campus ?? Now that THE GOLDEN GIRL is gone, of course. Besides, they, like, totally both get the “fame” thing.

THE NEPO BABY always acted like she hated when THE GOLDEN GIRL invited her boyfriend around their room (to the point where it maybe seemed like too much)…but now that THE EXONERATED has returned from their expulsion...what will their relationship become ??

It's safe to say that with THE GOLDEN GIRL missing in action last year, THE NEPO BABY got used to not having to share their room. Enter THE WANNABE - but just because they got the room key doesn't mean they'll be welcomed.

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From X

Sydney never had any real brushes with death until the world fell. And it didn't take long for it to happen.

Sydney had settled in a small town called Eureka Springs and she'd been at work the day it all went to shit. It was slow at first. She'd been working on a car at the shop, the garage door wide open to let in the summer breeze, her and the other mechanic jamming to the classics as they worked. It was a typical day.

That was until the woman strolled up and into the shop. She had definitely seen better days and both Sydney and her coworker thought she'd been in some kind of crash. Likely from her apparent drunkenness. Syd called emergency services as Tyler tried to find out more about the stranger's situation. But the woman wouldn't answer a single question. They had no name, no age, no explanation for her sudden appearance. They couldn't tell emergency services anything.

That was if they could get through.

While Tyler continued trying to her her to open up, Sydney surprisingly received nothing moer than a busy tone on the other end of the phone. She tried over and over to no avail to get through to EMTs and police, ultimately getting an automated message that her call could no longer be completed - which in and of itself was odd. Nine-one-one was supposed to be open to anywhere and anyone, yet she was being harshly denied.

Her mind began wandering over the why of it all when she saw the woman attack Tyler. She sunk her teeth into the crook of his neck and took a chuck of skin with her when he finally wrestled her free. Blood poured from the wound and Syd rushed into action. She shoved the stranger off of her friend and desperately tried to stop the bleeding, her autopilot already calling for an ambulance knowing there was no longer a connection. The light faded from his eyes and panic began to rise within her.

What the fuck was happening?!

The soft sound of shuffling feet pulled her attention from her friend to one responsible for his demise. She turned and, almost as if in slow motion, was barely able to stop the woman from attacking her just the same. The two struggled, crashing to the floor and knocking over a tool tray along with them. Tools scattered everywhere. The woman was rabid. Sydney saw the feral look in her eyes and fear spiked in her veins. Her fingers scrambled to grab hold of anything she could use to free herself from death's grip, managaing to curl themselves around a wrench. She swung as hard as she could and hit the woman in the side of her head, hitting her two more times to fully remove her from atop of her.

Her chest was heaving from the exertion as she stumbled backward, clutching the wrench in front of her. Her eyes remained glued to the lifeless body as it lay where she'd left it, clearly deceased from the blow to her head. Sydney couldn't believe what had just happened. A tremble began to run through her and she was frozen in place as the realizatin that she'd just killed someone washed over her. It wasn't until Tyler began to stir that her confusion worsened.

She watched as he shuffled toward her, his eyes now cold and dead as they stared her way. There was no way this was happening. Instictually she tried reasoning with him, although she knew he had expired moments before. When his fingers brushed against her neck and tried grabbing at her, she shook him off and ran from the shop. She jumped onto her bike and sped off for home, glancing back only once and finding Tyler slowly emerging from the garage and heading her way. It wasn't until she saw the news reports once safely inside her house that she knew the world as she knew it was over.

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