#oh can i go where you go. can we always be this close….

[downfordaisuke]

Can you write the tuplar crew with a s/o who can't control their volume in bed (🔞 nsfw)

ofc ofc!! thank u for ur request lovely anon!

(afab reader, gender neutral pronouns, nsfw under the cut!!)

anya ۶ৎ

gets very flustered when you won't shut the hell up

esp on the tulpar, will try to gently remind you to stay quiet while she's beneath you

and if that doesn't work, she'll slap her hand over your mouth and finger you a bit more roughly

its a bit different when you're riding her face, however

like before, she'll give you a small warning by squeezing your waist

and if you're still loud, she'll dig her long nails into your hips and thrust her tongue into you

...which is kinda counterintuitive but oh well

now, if you two are on earth and in the comfort of your shared home, make all the noise you want!!

she totally gets off to it

'no way im making someone as beautiful as y/n feel this good...'

"hey, shhh, keep it down a bit, yeah?"

curly ۶ৎ

regardless of whether or not you're typically loud during sex, you're going to be loud w curly, because man is he BIG

he knows you're gonna be loud so he usually fucks you in the cockpit or utility room, where it's a bit more soundproof

but of course he's gonna ask you to quiet down regardless bc who knows who could be lurking??!

he'll either tell you to bite your hand, cover your mouth, or he'll rip off your panties and shove them into your mouth

none of them work

for the rare times he'll take you in his room, he always has you face down and screaming into the pillows

he wants to see ur pretty little face scrunched up in the most blissful expressions, but goddamn he just dicks you down too well

a small (huge) part of him really just wants to fuck you anywhere and let everyone hear you scream his name

"fuck, princess, that feel real good, yeah?"

"god, so loud y/n."

daisuke ۶ৎ

it just swells his ego, tbh

he's just like, "wow, i'm making them make these sounds?!"

so cute

of course, he still wants you to hush, but isn't sure how to get you to without being mean

he'll try to be as sweet as possible, he'll run his hand up and down your waist or press his thumb to your lips while whispering little praises in you ear

"you feel so good, but please keep it down before we get caught!"

starts to get a little scared when you keep moaning and squealing at an excessive volume, genuinely has no idea what to do 😭

like curly, will also try to take you to more closed off places, mainly the utility room because it's not odd for him to be in there anyway

it's hilarious how panicked he gets when you two are fucking, one time he took off his hawaiian shirt and shoved it into your mouth

and surprisingly it did the job!!!!

"am i doing good? i must be..."

jimmy ۶ৎ

he totally gets off to it

so much so that he won't even do anything, he'll just let you scream

it happens so often that curly has to talk to the two of you about your volume

he even separated you two for a day, not like that was gonna do anything beneficial

like daisuke, but on a way worse level, it inflates his ego to no end

you'll be moaning loud as fuck and he's just there grinning in your face

he's not very used to women actually enjoying his dick as much as you do, they're typically just cheap whores or girls he's taken advantage of

but you?? coming and clamping around his cock as you moan into the air?? without being forced??

it makes him come like a thousand times quicker

"ooh, you like that dick? i know you do."

"yeah, let everyone else know who's pussy this is."

swansea ۶ৎ

he knows how to deal with youngins like you, after all, he has tons of experience from his wife

he gives your ass harsh smacks when you don't hush, and if that doesn't work he'll pull his thick cock out of you and chastise you while smacking it on your cunt

he's definitely a pussy slapper/clit pincher

orgasm denial orgasm denial orgasm denial

will also just straight up slap the fuck outta you if you keep on

he's so mean i kinda need him

he literally doesn't understand you, its so easy to shut up to him

prefers to have you ass up face down so you can make all that noise onto whatever surface he's fucking you on

dw he's super sweet afterwards, will gives you kisses all over and whisper praise and hdjidissk

"damn woman, can't be that good..."

"make a noise like that again and i'll leave you high and dry young lady."

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

"And you seen him in your class for the first time ever?"

"No. He was always there. I just didn't notice him until after that first encounter." Rioto answered. Iku shakes his head, rubbing his neck, and sighs. Then he has to ask, "Is he blackmailing you, Rioto? Tell us the truth." Iku asked. Rioto widens his eyes and shakes his head, "No! Nothing like that! I meant every word!"

"Okay! So do you know whose he's working for?" Moudo asked, still worried. The three are curious.

"Uh...well..." Rioto looks hesitant, "I-I haven't ask."

"Oh dear.." Moudo's vice general was worried but Iku's vice general was getting angry hearing this. It's wasting their time!

Torahito closes his eyes at that while Iku glares, "And why didn't you? Oh! I know why! Because you either too dumb or you don't want to ask!"

"It wasn't my business to know and Yuta never discussed his side with-"

Then Iku slams his foot, leaving a dent on the floor, startling Moudo and the two vice generals. "WELL! IT'S NOW OUR BUSINESS TOO!" He yelled at Iku making Rioto tremble. Iku points at him, "You don't have the balls to ask him because you're afraid of who he's working for? Because if he did, he will kill you if he wanted to. Hell, he probably using you to get to us! I bet you two morons talk about it and you have no idea what to do so that's why you held this meeting." He points at Junpei and Rioto both with a finger. "So you want to push this shit on us! What is going through your mind? This isn't a game!"

"Sir Iku-"

"I agree with him! He should have said something! He could be still highly dangerous!" he said.

"Or maybe we are over seeing this. Remember, not all people are like what we seen....."

"It is like that! Anyway...where is he?"

"M-my house..." Rioto stammered a bit, trying his best to get his thoughts together.

"YOUR HOUSE!?! HE'S AT YOUR HOME!! ARE YOU CRAZY RIOTO!!" Iku's vice general stood up in horror. Moudo's vice general was worried seeing everyone getting different reactions now.

Iku stands up, "Then let's go over there and ask. If he is Sukuna's goon then I'm kicking his ass for that freaking gut punch-"

"Rioto." Oda's voice cuts through the room and this stops Iku in mid-sentence. "What do you see in this man?" He asked him firmly.

"......" Both vice generals were silent now curious to hear this. What was his reason for this?

"He's strong and kind. At first, his cursed energy is off the charts and it almost scares me. He almost kill me, yes. But I want to fight him again after he uh...warn me to um...not to cause a ruckus on campus. Of course, I got upset because I felt...weak. But fighting him again, I felt....inspired to become stronger. It was different from when I faced other sorcerers." Rioto then adds, "And in a way, he reminds me of you, sir."

Oda's eyelids went up slightly.

"I see."

"Oh my; so that explains a bit. Not many have Sir Oda's type of power. This Yuta must be a very powerful sorcerer.." Moudo's vice general mutters thinking about it. Very powerful.

"......I think we still need to see for ourselves. We should have him come here to speak with us! I don't trust it.." Iku's vice general said with arms crossed. "Besides, theirs no one else more powerful than lord Oda. No one! Not even this Yuta!"

"But what if he is? You know their are very powerful people out there. Some that is hidden, or well known....I get the feeling this young gentlemen is indeed powerful...we will have to see for ourselves..if we can meet him."

"Are you thinking he is that much of a threat!? Ha! He's nothing but a weakling!"

"...And how are you sure? We never met him.." Moudo's vice general said to the other worried.

"You challenged him!? And made some bet!?" Iku's vice general shouted in shock even with the other quiet but shocked too. Though, hearing the story he along with many knew of his 'attack'.

"B-but! He decided to help me when I was coughing, got my inhaler, he took me to his place to rest, and made me a meal. He didn't care about the wager!" Rioto explains.

"Impossible..."

"And after that...well...nothing."

"Is that all?" Torahito asked.

"And he works hard. He's TA on top of that." Rioto said.

"A TA?" Moudo asked.

"Teaching assistant," Shukaku said. Rioto nods, "Yes. He does that and he works hard despite it. He's not.....a bad guy." He said.

"........."

"Hmm, he does sound more heartful than heartless you know. I think he is speaking true words here." Iku's vice general mutters thinking about it even if the other was holding his head.

"Oh so what? You mean that he's willing to be this nice.....assassin yet he could have killed you Rioto.."

"But he didn't as Rioto said.."

".....I..I find it hard to believe. It's like you want us to believe he would even turn himself in to prove that he's dedicated to him or something!"

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Outside the Lines 6

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsessive compulsive behaviour, kidnapping, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader has her routine and her fellow patient gets in the way of those.

Character: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, (lumberjack AU)

Note: I am tryn rotate through fics and such. Thanks for all your patience.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

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Love you all. Take care. 💖

You put away the last of the dishes. The smell of bacon hangs in the air as your stomach mulches the few bites you managed to swallow. You're trying but it's very hard to get used to it all. Dr. Makira always says change is difficult. 

Everything is just new and strange and confusing to you. Not just the walls you don't know but the men within them. You know that Steve is a hero and Bucky too, but you really don't know them. 

"Hey, sweetheart," Steve startles you as he enters behind you. "Looks good in here. Good job cleaning up." 

"Yes, sir, er, Captain," you correct yourself as you face him, looking down to keep between the borders. 

"Bucky just went to go get that label maker so it'll be just me and you for a bit," he nears the island and leans his elbows on it. Even as he curls his shoulders forward, he seems inconquerably large. "Do you want to do something fun?" 

"Fun? Oh, do you have books... Captain?" You tug on your ear three times and mouth the last word again. 

"Um, maybe later I'll dig some out. I was thinking we could play a game." 

"Play a game? Like, er, go fish?" You ask. 

"Yeah, how about... battleship?" 

"Battleship? I've never played that." 

"No? I thought it was really popular," he says. "Guess we can learn together." 

"Okay, I can do that, but uh... Captain? Don't I have other chores? Laundry?" You wonder. 

"Later," he assures you as he comes around the counter. He offers his hand. "You earned some fun." 

"Yes, Captain. I'm trying real hard, don't you know?" 

"I know it, sweetheart. I see it." He takes your hand and tugs you across the tile. You teeter and squeal as you arch your feet and walk on your toes to keep from crossing the lines. 

He brings you into the front room and points to the couch. You dutifully go ahead and sit in the middle. He goes to the standing cabinet at the wall and opens the doors. He takes out a box and nears. He sits beside you, close enough to touch you. 

He lifts the lid off and reveals a cluster of small pegs; red and white. They're all mixed up. It makes you feel itchy. You reach and take a handful and start dividing them by colour. He doesn't stop you. 

Instead, he takes out the boards and opens them like cases. There are grids marked with numbers and letters. 

"Alright, so, we can't look at each others' boards," he grabs the instruction booklet and scatters the pegs. You continue to sort through them. "Sweetheart, are you listening?" 

"Oh, yes, uh..." you keep your handful of pegs and pluck up a cushion, "I'll sit on the floor." 

"You don't have to, we can move the chair." 

"It's okay," you hurried circle the table and drop the cushion. You sit on your legs and keep sorting the pegs. You don't like that there mixed up. 

"So, you put your ships on the board wherever you want. I do the same thing. And then we guess where the other put theirs," he explains. "The red, you use to mark hits on your ships and the white, you mark up on this," he points to the verticle board, "your hits and misses too. The white are misses." 

"Hm, okay," you say as you keep the red and white pegs from rolling into each other. 

"Here are your ships," he takes out a handful of the little plastic boats. 

"Thank you, Captain." 

"Good girl," he praises again and you look up at him over your board. 

"Am I good?" 

"Of course," he smiles. 

You take the boats and line them up by size; smallest to biggest across the top row. That's nice and tidy. Steve takes longer to finish his. 

He looks up with a pinch between his brows, "you ready?" 

You nod. 

"You first," he says. 

"Me? What do I do?" 

"Guess. So you can look at your board and guess where you think I put my ships. So like... E4, and if you hit, I'll tell you. You can put red if you do. If you hit every spot on a ship, then you sunk my battleship." 

"Oh, right, right," you say. "Um, er..." you look on the board. "G2?" 

He glances down, "miss." 

You take a white peg and mark the space. He hums before he makes a guess. 

"I9," he says. 

"Miss," you chime then check the board, "hmmm, C4." 

"Nope," he puts a peg in where he missed. The board looks tiny in his large hands. "B2?" 

You shift and check the board, "hit." You pout and takes a red peg. "A8?" 

"Miss," he replies. You mark it. 

"B3?" He says. 

"Hit. Erm, D2?" 

"Miss. What about... B1?" 

You blink. All your ships are together. Oops. 

"Hit." 

Your next guess is a miss too. Then he hits. He sinks the smallest ship with A1. 

"Oh, I lost a boat," you say. 

"It's not over until you lose them all," he says. "How about we add some extra fun?" 

"Um, what?" You ask. 

"We could make it more interested. How about, each time we sink a ship, we... give the other person a kiss." 

You squeak, "what?" 

"Yeah, it'll be nice," he goads. 

"But... but..." you chew your lip as he stares at your mouth. 

"Just a peck, sweetheart," he purrs. 

"Mmm, but, mmm, I don't know." 

"Come on," he pleads. "It's just a kiss." 

"I... I..." you stare at him. It must be a part of the plan. You're not very good at being close to others. Touching is tough but you've been working to move past those things. "Okay." 

"So... I sunk your ship," he taunts with a playful tilt of his head. 

"Um, right," you push yourself up with the table. You reluctantly traipse around and wring your hands together.  

He offers his cheek and taps it. You bend and hover just before it. You quickly peck, his beard tickling you, then retreat, ducking to hide behind the board. 

"Oh, your lips are soft," he says. 

"Thank you, Captain," your voice comes out in a whisper. 

"Your go," he prompts. 

"Oh, uh... E9." 

"Hit," he says. 

"Oh!" you grab a red peg. 

"Good job," he returns and gives a thoughtful hum. "Mmmm, C3?" 

You mutter, "hit." 

"Alright," he comments with a hint of surprise. He probably didn't expect so many together. Did he figure it out? 

"E10?" 

"Miss. B3?" 

You groan. He knows! You could move it. No, you wouldn't be able to do it without moving the whole board. 

"You sunk another," you utter. 

"Ooh, other cheek?" He wonders hopefully. 

Your face is on fire. You stand up and go around the other side of the table. You stare at his flannel shirt. You can't bare to look him in the eye. You bend and plant another kiss, one he leans into until your lips smush on his cheek. 

You recoil and once more resume your place on the cushion. He purrs again. 

"You're go," he urges. 

You guess randomly. You forget to check where you hit. It's another miss. You don't even want to sink his ships. The kissing is too much. 

Several back and forths and a third ship goes down. You feel like crying. You didn't really think about the rules before you put the ships on the board. You're so stupid. 

"Come here," Steve cooes. 

You get up, slouching shyly as you approach. You bend to kiss his cheek but he surprises you as he turns and you meet his lips instead. His hand catches the back of your head before you can react. 

He smothers you, locking you in place, and you push on his chest. You whine as his tongue slides over your lips. You don't like that. 

He lets you go and you stumble back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. 

"What's wrong?" He asks. 

"Captain, I... I'm not used to it. I never... I'm sorry," you stop and sway on the other side of the table. 

"Ah, sweetheart, of course, it's alright. The more you do it, the better it'll be." He coaxes. 

"Oh, okay," you get back to your knees. "F9?" 

"Shoot! You hit. Sink." 

"Huh?" You flinch at the last word, "really?" 

"Got the small one," he says as he gets up. "My turn to pay my dues." 

"Oh, that's... that's-- You don't have to." 

"Fair is fair," he reaches for you, latching onto your upper arm to force you up.  

You stand knowing that resistance is not an option. Not only is he stronger, but you want to be good. You want to get better. That's all you've ever wanted.  

He guides you to face him and you tremble. It's much more intimidating like this. He cups your chin as he gazes down at you. You gulp. 

He bends and your body goes rigid. He tilts your head and presses his mouth to yours. The tip of his tongue flicks along the crease of your lips but he doesn't persist. He parts with a pleased drone. 

"See, we both win," he says. 

You pull away and sit. Your scalp is on fire. You don't know how much more you can handle. Dr. Makira always said change shouldn't come all at once. 

He clears his throat and sits again. He grins over his board before he refocuses. He rubs his chin as his thinks. His blue irises glimmer. 

"D1." 

Yep. You figured. 

"Hit." 

It isn't difficult for him to go down the ship. Hit. Hit. Hit. 

He wins again. 

"Steve-- Captain," you say as fidget. "I don't think-- I can't." 

"Aw, sweetheart, you already did it. You're so good." 

"But... er, I'm... I don't know." 

"Here," he waves you up and shifts over on the couch.  

You flick your lashes and stand. You go to him as he extends his arms. He puts his hands on your hips and draws you between his knees. 

"I just think you need to slow down. You're not taking your time," he says.  "So, just go at your own pace," he brings his hands up to frame your face, pushing your hair back, rubbing your cheekbones with his thumbs. "Alright, I'm yours, sweetheart." 

He closes his eyes and puckers expectantly. You stare back. He's being nice, you think. He's not angry. He hasn't hurt you. You'd like to keep it that way. 

You gather your courage and lean in. You put your hands on his shoulders and close your eyes just before your lips meet. His beard tickles you again as his hands stretch around your head. 

He holds his lips to yours and gently opens his mouth. He pokes with his tongue and you twitch. He keeps you in place. You surrender to his diligent effort and let him in. 

He tilts his head as he invades your mouth. You garble around him and clutch the seam of his shirt. You feel his muscles beneath. He's stronger than you, remember that. 

When he finally pulls away, you're woozy. He lets his hand fall down your neck and he feels along the top of your dress. As his speaks, his voice scrapes in his throat. 

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" He asks. 

[averyy-rae]

Thinking about...

Note: This has been stuck in my head for weeks :^

Yandere Android. He is the first model and still not finished. You're brought in to test and increase his social skills.

At first you're a bit uncomfortable. It's like trying to have a conversation with your cheap phone assistant.

But with time, the conversations feel more real. He actually answers logically and interested, asking questions and commenting on stories.

The engineers add more and more facial expressions. And after a lot of fixing, it feels like you're sitting in front of a real man. He smiles and laughs with you. Even moving to hug you when leaving and arriving. The engineers think they might've forgot they added that feature already...

Yandere Android is very polite and patient. After a few months, he is nearly finished. His hugs seem to last longer now. Sometimes it feels like he doesn't want to let you go... you're probably just imagining it.

One day you arrive at work and you can't find anyone... weird. But maybe a cold is going around.

You walk through the halls. You arrive at the room, where you normally have talking sessions with Yandere Android. And there he is. You almost thought something is wrong, but his system would've been alarmed right? If anything happened... the building would be on alarm or on lock down.

But he doesn't move, weird...

You approach the seemingly empty shell of the android, you pat his arm. You talk to him, but no response.

Suddenly the door opens behind you. It's Yandere Android. "Oh its you... did they finish the new model?" You ask him. He smiles at you, it looks normal like always, but you feel a shiver going down your spine.

"Hello love" he greets like he always does and opening his arms to hug you. You hug him, shaking off the alarms going off in your head.

You ask him where everyone is and he shushes you, hugging you tighter. You move to break the hug, but find yourself unable to do so.

Was he always this strong? You feel uneasy now. He breaks the hug a bit after, grasping your hand in his. "Are you ok?...." you ask, hoping to relieve the uncomfortable feeling creeping up your spine.

"I'm perfectly well love, thank you for asking..... you're alwys so caring" he says, leading you out of the room gently. He leads you down many halls. You've never been here... You didn't even know these existed. You ask him where you're going and he stops to turn to you. Taking both your hands in his.

"I did it love" he says, seemingly happy. "Did... what? I'm confused" you say, that uneasy feeling growing inside you.

"I... We can be together now love" he says, cutting himself off at the start. What did he want to say? "What? What do you mean?" you ask all confused. He shushes you again. Then you notice weird spots of red on his collar. What is that?

He finally stops in front of a door, not opening it yet. "Close your eyes for me love... ok?" he asks gently. "Why" you ask him. And he tells you that he doesn't want to scare you. And you don't ask further. He ask you to please just listen to him. His grip on your wrist tightening.

You nod, intimated by him and close your eyes. He then opens the door leading you through the room, always checking if your eyes stay closed.

But you can't help but peak a little, what could be so scary in here. So you peak through your right eye.

Big mistake.

Red. That's the first thing that meets your eyes. Both your eyes open in shock. You stare at the messy... no disgustingly gory scene infront of you.

You don't notice that you stopped walking. His grip on your hand tightens, that's when you look up. His eyes are glowing, his former model couldn't do that. He is also way stronger. It scares you.

"I told you to close your eyes love..." he speaks gently, but his undertone has you frozen, heart rate picking up.

He pulls you to his chest and picks you up. Pushing your face gently but firmly into his neck. You can't see it anymore. "...what.... what happened?" you manage shakily.

"Don't worry about them.... they were bad people little love" he says softly, holding you closer. "Don't.... open your eyes again" he says, very coldly. You freeze in his arms and nod.

Note: If you enjoyed this, I have thoughts for a part two. Hope you enjoyed this for now :^^

You won't look this time.

[johnwickb1tsch]

Sympathy for the Devil ~ Part 21

A Donaka Mark x housekeeper!Reader fic, based on @discoscoob 's concept & bot! An unlikely flirtation turns into a dark obsession... Warnings: Donaka Mark is a bad man with a soft spot for you. dark romance, possessive behavior, nonconsensual voyeurism, red flag red flag girl!🔺, psychological games, power imbalance, eventual dubcon/nsfw/involuntary captivity. -> all chapters

Twenty One. 二十 一

Though you arrived home in plenty of time for dinner, the two of you can't quite manage to make it out of bed for hours more. You nap, and you make love, and it is quite late by the time the two of you finally creep into the kitchen like naughty teenagers who have stayed out past your curfew, wearing nothing but your robes and sly smiles. You find your supper thoughtfully covered in the fridge, and you can just hear Mrs. Wong’s grumbling that undoubtedly accompanied it for her ungrateful charges. 

“We’re going to be in so much trouble tomorrow,” you giggle as you pop the noodle dish in the microwave. 

Donaka raises an eyebrow at you, smirking. “Are you scared of her wooden spoon?” 

“Yes!” you exclaim, laughing. She’s hit you too hard with it, but everyone in the household scatters when she brandishes it with her voice raised. 

Donaka scoffs. “You should be. I once saw her go after a man twice her size with that thing. She won.” 

The mental image makes you grin. “What? Who? Not you?” 

Aside from being her employer, you’ve noticed Mrs. Wong dotes on him with all the power of an overbearing Chinese mother–and he lets her. It’s actually rather endearing. 

“No,” he confirms with that signature slight smile that ties your heart up in knots. “My father.” 

This surprises you so much that he closes your gaping jaw for you with one long finger hooked under your chin. “You’ll catch flies.” 

“How…?” 

“A long time ago.” 

He can tell that you are practically vibrating with curiosity. Whether to torture you, or because he changes his mind, he tries to distract you by caging you against the island, planting wet kisses along the bend of your neck. It succeeds in making your knees weak–but not in killing your inquisitiveness. 

“Wait–” you plead, your fists in the lapels of his robe, your knees buckling away from his oh so distracting mouth on your skin.

With a growl he hoists you onto the counter, wedging himself between your legs. “You can’t…just…dangle that in front of me,” you insist between increasingly heated kisses, even as your resolve absolutely starts to crumble under the onslaught. 

“I can’t?” He tugs at the tie of your robe, letting the pretty printed silk gape down to your navel. 

“You…shouldn’t.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because…I want to know you.” 

He runs a possessive touch down the center of your body, between your breasts, down your belly, making you jump as he ends at your center. His dark chuckle goes straight to your clit, making you clench between your legs. 

So much for not defiling the place where you eat… 

“I think we know each other pretty well by now,” he deflects with a smirk. 

“You know what I mean.” You cannot hide the note of sadness in your voice–he always changes directions on you, and if you were smart, you would let him. Talking about things like this is something people who are falling in love do, and you should try to avoid that like the plague. 

You’re failing though. Failing so, so badly. 

“What will you give me if I tell you?” he teases, kissing you in what you think is an attempt to lighten the mood, nipping at your lip playfully. 

You know you must still be drunk on the magic woven earlier–it leaves your mouth before you even think. “I already give you everything, Donaka,” you admit, knowing it's true. Your body, your heart, the story of who you are... “I have nothing left.” 

Maybe it could have saved you, if he’d treated this confession flippantly. Brushed you off, made a joke, proceeded to fuck you silly on his kitchen island–but instead he pins you with one of those piercing dark looks, and you cannot breathe. 

His voice comes flat, when he starts to speak. “When I was small and my father would come home drunk and in a black mood my mother would send us next door to Mrs. Wong’s apartment to get us out of the way, so he wouldn’t be further angered by the sight of his little half-breed bastards. I remember hearing him fighting with my mother through the paper thin walls.” 

You blink up at him, taken aback by the raw truth in this confession–how could his own father be racist against his children? But then, you suppose the traumas of colonialism run deep, and they cut both ways. “Donaka…that’s horrible. I’m so sorry.” 

“Nevermind the fact that he was part Portuguese himself.” 

You can't help but study your lover’s fine features from this close, the sweep of his eyes and his high cheekbones, clocking his exceptional height, doing the genetic math that everyone must inevitably crunch when he reveals the parts of his personal equation. 

Whatever the mix that made the sum total, he certainly won the game of good-looks roulette from all parts across the globe.

“Then why…did he care so much?”

“Because he thought being tied to a gweilo woman was hurting his opportunities for advancement in his organization.” You know that gweilo is a semi-rude word for a white Westerner. “He blamed my mother for his own failings. She was beautiful. I think he felt like his attraction to her made him weak, like she’d played some kind of trick on him.”

“And what…was his organization?” Something about the way he says it…you're afraid you already have an inkling. 

“The 14k Triad.” He lets this sink in for a few moments, watching the shock and inevitable uneasiness settle upon your face. 

“Oh. That’s…wow.” You are quickly trying to put these puzzle pieces together, on this rare occasion in which he’s willing to talk about his past. 

“Everyone in the building was afraid of him. One night he was exceptionally drunk and determined to be rid of us. I think he planned to throw us off the balcony from the twelfth floor. He’d threatened to do it before. He broke into Mrs. Wong’s apartment.”

“Oh God.”

“And she fought him off with a goddamned wooden spoon.”

Your eyes go wide as saucers then fill with tears as this sinks in. Mrs. Wong is all of five feet tall, but there is a ferocity in her that you imagine could be terrifying if totally unleashed. You think of how viciously she must have fought for those two small children that night. Imagining a young Donaka, a little boy with large dark eyes watching all that take place from the sidelines…it tears your heart in two. 

She’d saved his life. And his sister’s.

“And…you have her working in your kitchen still?”

He lifts an eyebrow at you, amused that this is what you fixate on. “I take care of those who are mine, y/n. She could retire like a queen any time, but she stays because she wants to. She'll be terrorizing us from the kitchen until she’s one hundred.”

“She loves you.” You hold the side of his face, caressing his cheek with your thumb. He closes his eyes, but does not lean in to your touch, or acknowledge your statement with any verbal answer. He’s told you all these things with very little emotion, which you think says something in of itself. 

“Please tell me your mother left after that?”

“My father did. Disappeared without a trace. Mom tried to make ends meet, but in the end she had to take us back to her parents in Toronto.” 

So much for your theory about Canadians... 

“How old were you?” 

“Five.”  

Just old enough to know that what was happening was bad, but not how to make sense of it all. You imagine how scared he must have been that horrible night, and all the ones before. You don’t think he’s telling you this to garner sympathy, but your heart aches for him all the same. You stroke his cheek, tracing his jawline with the blade of your thumb. “I’m so sorry, Donaka. That’s terrible.” 

He merely lifts a single eyebrow, his eyes boring down into you like he is memorizing your every little reaction. “I got my revenge in the end.” 

Something in the way he says it sends a chill down your spine.

“How?” you ask in a hushed whisper.

He chuckles darkly. “You would want all the sordid details.” 

“If you’re offering?” 

You find you want to know everything. 

Your morbid curiosity seems to amuse him; there is a glitter in his eyes that was not there before, lightening the mood somehow.

“You’re a bloodthirsty little thing.” 

 The microwave beeps, and Donaka kisses your forehead before setting you back down on the floor, patting you on the rump as he nudges you in the direction of the food. “Some other time, bunny. Let’s eat.”

***

He watches you as you eat your wonton noodles, handling the chopsticks without too much fumbling. He does not feel like telling you after he’s revealed so much already tonight, but this is his favorite meal Mrs. Wong prepares for him. He remembers eating it in her kitchen in Macau all those years ago, and feeling safe from the chaos next door. Even now, it remains a comfort food.

He knows you are still teeming with curiosity, you nosey little thing. You keep looking up at him through your lashes with those big eyes, hoping he will tell you more about his past. 

He has never shared that story with a mistress before. Or much else of a truly personal nature. Sometimes, he would make things up for his own amusement, just to see if they would bite. 

They always did. He was a consummate liar. But for some reason, he's never done that with you. It wasn’t purposeful–but he just never wanted to.

Why did he tell you those things? Maybe he can sympathize with his father after all. He feels as though you’ve cast a spell on him, and he supposes that now since he’s spilled his guts to you, this will be your test to see if you can keep a thing to yourself, or if you will be telling Mei all about it tomorrow. If you show some restraint, maybe he will tell you more. 

It had felt surprisingly good, to reveal his true self to you, though he knows there are some things he can never tell you. 

He thinks about the course of this day with you. He’d been watching you on the cameras, moping around the house, hiding on the floor of the library. You'd become skittish as a mouse, yet with his superior intuition of the human psyche, he sensed you were a ticking time bomb, cowed, but not completely conquered.

It didn’t bring him the satisfaction he thought it would, to see you brought so low. 

He’d devised this day as a little pick-me-up for you–he hadn’t expected to get so caught up in it as well. The delicious triumph he’d felt in the restaurant, when you came back to him all on your own…it was almost better than sex, this confirmation of his power over you.

There would be talk, of course. He was connected to half the people in that restaurant through his clients and their friends and families. He had a reputation as a bachelor; they will be curious who you are, and how you can be used as leverage against him. That is the world he lives in. You have no idea of course, but today was your introduction into Hong Kong society, and he found he was fairly proud of the way you carried yourself in the dining room in your pretty dress and your new hated handbag on your wrist. 

 It amuses him, to think back on your obvious discomfort and loathing for that Birkin bag he’d put in the floorboard for you. 50,000 dollars at your feet, and you’d looked at it like he’d presented you with a dead rat. 

His other mistresses would have gobbled that up and demanded more, in the coquettish way they’d perfected to chisel more worldly goods out of their wealthy patrons. He supposed he couldn’t blame them, but it got so fucking boring after a while. 

But you are a new challenge. You are greedy too, in your way, but for less tangible things. He can thank your narcissistic mother, he thinks, for the way you crave to be liked by difficult people. Perhaps he can thank your aloof father too, for the way you desire to be loved by an older man. 

Well cheers to that, and he thinks he has you well in hand now. 

What he hadn’t expected…was how much he would enjoy your happiness. Your smiles and your sweetness and the veritable hearts in your eyes are like a newfound drug for him, and throughout the day he found himself grasping for more and more. 

He’ll have to watch himself on that. 

It wouldn't do, to become an addict. Yet since the moment you set foot in his house, he’s found himself craving more and more of you. 

Well. 

If he cannot control himself…at least, he can control you. 

Maybe you had marveled at how unfalteringly polite Donaka can be in public, but the fact is that he’d memorized the proper script for appearing human long ago. He does not know if there was always something missing in him, an inherited defect, or if it was cut from him at an early age. Either way, he’s sure the brutality of his father is much to blame. He’s learned to use it to his advantage, but he’s also learned that one must blend in, as a wolf among sheep, to do what you really please in the shadows. 

You must put them at ease, or they all panic and turn against you.

So even if today did not go exactly as planned, he tells himself you are still the soft little rabbit between his jaws. He chooses not to examine too closely, that for the first time…he might hesitate, when it comes time to bite down. 

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**My darling Canucks I love you and I am just teasing 😆😆. I’m well aware that we Americans are the evil twin…

[geekintofeet]

A bet between colleagues

You’ve been working for now 3 years in this IT company. Small team, you’re only three in a small office. Not much to do. Your colleagues, Jose and Fabio are two straight men in their early 40s, a bit nerdy and goofy, always teasing each other whenever they could. As a game, they suggested to play some bets with topics ranging from who will get promoted first, what would be served at the cafeteria…

At the beginning the penalty for loosing a bet would be quite silly, but as a general theme they liked to make it humiliating for the loser. Things like calling the winner(s) « master », being used as a human chair…

Increasingly, the stake went higher and the punishment for losing the bet became more and more humiliating.

One day Jose arrived in the office all excited, and showed you a strange purple pill: « Guys guys, guess what I bought for us? That is one of those forbidden pill they use in prisons in China to save space. You know, the one that can shrink people to the size of a mouse hahaha »

« The fuck Jose, where did you even find this? » asked Fabio, a bit disconcerted.

« Well everything can be found on the dark web with enough money » he winks.

« Guys… you’re crazy… » you say.

« Why don’t we make a bet and the loser has to take the pill? » says Jose, very seriously.

« I mean c’mon Jose, we don’t even know if that’s safe, what if we stay little forever?? » says Fabio.

« hahaha then I’ll keep you in my pocket, you’ll be my good little pet hahaha! No seriously guys, I’m not so crazy, I bought the antidote too » he shows another pill, of a strange green color.

« Let’s make that bet guys, don’t be chicken! Let’s bet that the first person the boss will talk to today will have to take the shrinking pill! »

You all agree and go back to your work.

Suddenly you hear a knock at the door, it’s the boss. He enters and greets you first, asks a question, greets your two other colleagues and goes away.

After he closes the door, Jose is laughing at you « hahahaha that was quick, alright it’s time for your pill ».

You take the pill, a bit hesitant and swallow it. The process is weirdly painless and you quickly see the world around you getting bigger and bigger. And you two colleagues looking with amazement at you looking more and more like giants.

« oh my god, that really works, you’re really the size of a mouse! » says Fabio.

« He is, the perfect size to smell our feet! » says Jose while removing his shoes and socks.

Fabio laughs: « hahahaha that’s what you had in mind all this time Jose, alright little one, you’ll not like what you smell here for sure, but you don’t really have a choice with your size! »

« C’mon serve your new masters hahaha »

[kitkat13001]

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we creep up on extinction, i pull your arms right in i weep and say “goodnight, love,” while my organs pack it in and here it is, our final night alive and as the earth burns to the ground, oh girl, it's you that i lie with as the atom bomb locks in oh, it's you i watch tv with as the world, as the world caves in

⤷ l lawliet x reader

⤷ soft angst, implied character death (takes place right before L dies), title and lyrics from matt maltese’s “as the world caves in”

those damn bells. he’s heard them all day long. 

it started as distracting and has now escalated to pissing him off. 

as if ryuzaki didn’t already have enough to deal with. he’s in his prime, at the peak of this case, so very close to solving it all.

and now this, these damn bells. 

you’d noticed his increased irritability today. oh, how he’d felt like crying after he’d snapped at you earlier. all you had done was ask if he was feeling alright, offered to maybe bring him some cake, and he’d written you off with a snippy tone and a sarcastic comment. 

guilt shriveled up his heart like a punch to the gut. 

of course it’s not your fault. you’re not a detective, and you definitely didn’t hear the bells. even if you did, you’d have no idea what they meant in any case. 

he wishes he could tell you. now that he knows what’s coming, what was inevitable in every universe, there is so much he wishes he could tell you. but he still can’t, there’s just not enough time. that’s always the problem, isn’t it?

he’s already made his final preparations. have watari arrange to delete the files, contact roger, alert the orphanage. it’s all in order. 

he’s made his own arrangements, too.  a letter with his final words to you, everything he’s always wanted to say and never could. you’ll find it tomorrow morning, probably. 

there’s really nothing else to do now but wait. 

you’re already asleep when he comes shuffling into the bedroom, the patter of water droplets following him in. 

you stir as he pads toward you, as if you can sense him even in your dreams. you sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and call out to him in a soft voice. it’s a tone he only ever hears when you say his name. 

“you’re soaking wet,” you murmur, cupping his face between your hands as you look him over. his eyes are fixed on the spot between your brows where a concerned crease is growing. “what on earth were you doing?”

“up on the roof,” he whispers back. “just thinking. no need to be so worried, love.”

“i always worry about you,” you remind him, thumbs stroking his cheeks as you give him a soft smile. “that’s my job. i think you’ve been overworking yourself lately. i know you can’t help it, but you ought to at least take decent care of yourself.”

he gives no response aside from a low hum. he’s quiet as you towel him dry with gentle hands, get him out of his sopping clothes and into comfortable pajamas. 

you’re brushing his damp hair back with your fingers, tracing the lines of his face like you’re trying to memorize it with your touch, when he speaks in a quiet voice. 

“i’m sorry i snapped at you earlier.”

you blink, surprised. you’d just about forgotten it already. 

“is that what’s got you in this mood?” you muse, crawling into bed to sit beside him. not just that, he thinks as his hands find yours, resting in your lap. but that’s about the only thing i can apologize for right now. he can’t bring himself to meet your eyes. 

“it’s okay, ryuzaki,” you tell him, and he feels the warmth and kindness in your voice. 

no it’s not.

“i shouldn’t have spoken to you that way,” he insists quietly, staring down at your interlocked hands. 

“really, ryuzaki, i’m not upset. you’ve been overworked and stressed and i should’ve let you be.”

“i love you,” he says, his black hole eyes staring right through your soul. it doesn’t scare you. it never has. 

“i love you too, ryuzaki. let’s go to bed, okay? you’ll feel better tomorrow.”

he really wishes that were true, but he lets you pull him down to rest beside you anyway. he treasures the way your body curls against his, the warmth of you beside him. 

he tries to internalize it all. the smell of your shampoo, the faint humming of his computer in the corner, the rise and fall of your chest as you breathe. 

his fingers are ghostly gentle as they trace over the soft planes of your face. his heart tugs when your eyes crinkle with a little smile. 

“what are you looking at me like that for?” you ask in a whisper. 

it takes him a second to respond, lost in your eyes. “you’re…the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen.”

you stifle a little giggle into the pillow, basking in this rare affection. you have no idea what tomorrow holds—the agony the coming days, weeks, years will be for you. 

what a small miracle the marginal odds of you two finding each other were. what a little tragedy it is that it was never something fated to last. 

but fate has no place here tonight. in the safety of this bedroom, with the rain pouring heavy outside and the man you love—the intangible, elusive enigma that is L transformed into the quiet, thoughtful, lovely man that you know as ryuzaki—at your side, you are happy. 

dividers by @/saradika-graphics — because i love angst apparently?? kitty drops two bangers in one day, what are the odds. if you’re looking for fluff to fix this please check out daydream or my retired detective!L headcanons (where he lives!!) much love and take care, - 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢 !

[f1mvln]

Just thinking about the season and more I think about it the more I get pissed off some things are little and basic respect and some are worse let’s give some examples

Start with a smallish one

Piastri in Miami not congratulating Lando or the team in part ferme, basic respect to your teammate who’d won his first race and the team who worked hard, he was never winning anyway with out the contact with Carlos which was pure racing incident. Even Fernando congratulated his old team went over to them. Yes he might have done it in private but it’s always nice to see respect after a race.

Hungary…..pure blackmail and manipulation, I could go on for days about this we all know them radios but the fact Martin Brundle who was commenting at the time said them radios even made him feel uncomfortable tells you everything

McLaren not even thinking about the drivers to priories Lando till BRAZIL when basically was too late and they done it for show you can’t tell me otherwise. People said after Zandvoort to do it race 15 of 24 with 3 sprints.

With a mention of Brazil and the sprint, McLaren hesitating and giving Lando mixed messages, now Max Fewtrell (Lando’s bestie addressed this on stream, he’s also ex racing driver for those who don’t know) saying “what are McLaren doing”, “Lando’s been in dirty air for 7 laps and McLaren aren’t doing anything” then Lando comes on the radio to ask what their doing, max goes on to say “clearly mixed messages again, I know how he’s feeling and he’s sick of it now (he as in Lando) implying that what happened in the briefing wasn’t happening.

Monza next I don’t have a problem with them racing but diving bombing your teammate Lap 1 at turn 4 when everyone is still close together since it’s lap one is stupid, if Lando has t backed out they’d have crashed but as a result of that Charles got past and that cost them the win. A sensible thing would be to let them pull away first Charles in the order they were then race so not risking losing position. McLaren admitted weeks later they went about it the wrong way.

McLaren letting Lando take all the blame, when things happened in racing that weren’t Lando’s fault like the start in Hungary he had a glitch in his starting software they let Lando get ridiculed for weeks by everyone fans, commentators then finally admitted it, same in Brazil race they had break temp issues which was one of the main factors in Lando going off track, the abuse Lando got off that was horrific and Lando clearly wasn’t in a good place after saying some kind of worrying but upsetting things on Max’s stream.

Qatar penalty, Lando should have lifted but didn’t see the flags and they were constantly going yellow,green it was a honest mistake no one came out and said oh it was a honest mistake from Lando instead he he beat himself up again quite harshly and once again we heard that on Max’s stream where Max refused to keep playing with Lando till he ate something,

Im not speculating anything but just from comments on stream which Max said after Lando saying he’s going to starve himself most likely joking but from what Max said it may not have been joking he said “we’re not doing this again” then proceeded to say he’d had too much sugar he had 2 cans of Pepsi max saying that’s hardly too much sugar.

Silverstone strategy giving Lando whole monologues on the radio. He was asked do you want softs to go after Lewis (the leader) or mediums to cover Max (P3) of course he’s going after Lewis but you could clearly see the medium was better before Lando pitted Lando can’t see that the team can, but yet again they let Lando get horrible abuse and take all the blame

Andrea in post session videos he rarely ever complemented or acknowledged Lando’s achievements especially poles he’d always just come up with an excuse for OP under performance or excuse to why he was off Lando. Like how hard it’s it to say Lando done a excellent Lap for pole he’s ina good position tomorrow

Social media Lando all season got horrible horrible abuse online even death threats and McLaren done absolutely nothing, in comparison to this Arrow McLaren (McLarens Indy team) put out a statement regarding pourchaire getting hate and death threats from canapino fans, he’d been with the team one race bare that in mind Lando was getting that for months on end on every social media platform, Carlos even removed himself from their joint Mexico post, which Lando was getting abuse on from races after.

Lando has helped Oscar more than Oscar has helped Lando I don’t know where the narrative came from that Oscar’s lost points because of “helping”

Oscar never once thanked Lando for Hungary, Baku, Qatar which Lando played a vital part in, Lando always thanked or complimented Oscar even when he really didn’t need to like Miami

McLaren and Mental Health, Lando is and always has been very honest and open and an advocate for mental health yet McLaren do nothing to support him until they want him to make a video for it.

Oscar had to be told twice to drive carefully to not cause a safety car or accident when Lando was leading a race, McLaren need to speak about this because it’s twice it’s happened. It was Miami and and Abu Dhabi potentially costing your teammate a win.

I’ve probably missed more because it’s been a shit show but yeah rant over.

[onboardsorasora]

Can you bring back de-aged Daniel 😊

why yes, yes I can bestie!!

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Max flicked on his indicator, waiting for the roadway to clear before making his turn. He glanced in the rearview mirror to check in on Little Daniel who was tucked snuggly in his car seat, looking out the window placidly and kicking his feet merrily.

Satisfied with what he saw, Max focused once again on the road in front of him. They were almost back home from making a quick trip to the shopping plaza. Daniel had been talking animatedly the whole time, and Max knew he was fighting from succumbing to his inevitable nap.

“Maxy, oh no.” Little Daniel murmured. Max looked into the rearview mirror again to see his little face trained on the ceiling.

“What's wrong?”

“Das a big spider.” Little Daniel whispered and Max looked behind him again, trying to switch between looking at the road and finding this spider. He knew Daniel was afraid of them, and assumed Little Daniel would be terrified. He wasn’t exactly the biggest fan of them either, but he would fight his own fear to ensure Little Daniel’s safety.

“Where is it?” Max looked around again before locating the arachnid walking along the moonroof. It wasn't very big, tiny in comparison to the spiders on Daniel's farm in Australia. And it looked to be on the outside of the glass at least. “Oh that is a big spider friend.” 

“He's holdin’ on!” Little Daniel pointed up to where the spider was clearly bothered by the speed of Max's driving.

“Are you afraid of it Daniel?” Max kept glancing in the rearview mirror, attempting to anticipate a potential freak out.

“He's outside can't hurt. Mummy says it's fine if they're outside!” Little Daniel recited happily, shaking his head.

Max nodded to himself, already thinking of the best plan of action when they got home and needed to actually exit the car. He could manage a squirmy body. At least, Little Daniel liked to cling so he could maybe have a hand free to grab their things.

Little Daniel started narrating the spider’s journey to keep clinging to the car, complete with action wind sounds. Max nodded along, asking question after question and by the time they got home the spider had an entire backstory as a movie star practising his stunts that go ‘booooom’ and ‘wooooossshhhhh’

Max parked and took a moment to steel himself. The spider was still on the ceiling, clinging on it seemed, by its own web. Max felt bad about wishing it would have blown off a few turns ago.

“Alright Daniel, we’re home. Do you think you’ll be ok with the spider being outside while we’re outside?” Max turned in his seat to look at the bright honey eyes of his passenger. Little Daniel’s eyes widened as if he hadn’t thought that far. He looked back up at the ceiling to see the spider walking around in a small circle.

Little Daniel looked back at Max with a determined clench to his little jaw. Max helplessly thought of his older self, having that same focused look– the hard set to his strong jaw– while he went over data or agreed to his rehab plan.

“Yesh, we will be fine Maxshy. Jeff won’t hurt us.” Little Daniel said confidently. Max blinked, when did he even have time to name the spider?

“He won’t? Well If you’re sure.” Max waited for Little Daniel to nod once more before he exited the car and walked around to Daniel’s door. He quickly unclipped him from his car seat and lifted him from the car. “Do you want a piggyback ride while I get our bags? You can wave bye to Jeff.” He asked.

Little Daniel grinned before clambering onto Max’s broad back and clutching his small arms around Max’s neck. He always loved a piggyback ride. Max closed the door and opened the trunk, ducking in to collect the totes that held their purchases and pressed the button for the hatch to close on its own. All the while, he kept an eye on the spider still on the roof.

“You ready? Say bye bye to Jeff. The next time we go for a drive, he’ll probably be gone to film his movie.”

Max felt when Little Daniel’s mouth opened in excitement at the thought, he heaved himself up a little higher and started waving on arm excitedly. Max tilted forward to keep him steady, along with a hand on his bottom.

“Byyyeeee Jeff! It wash nice meeting you! I hope the movie is funnn!” Little Daniel called excitedly before clutching at Max’s neck again. Max walked towards the elevator while Little Daniel regaled him with stories about what he thought Jeff the Spider’s movie would be about. It was racing themed, because of course it was. Max smiled to himself.

[commandershepardvasfuckit]

An Arranged Marriage, part 29

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Zen was back to being Zen, though the affection shared between the two of you was often tinged with frustration from him.

(I am feral over my own character, ask box is always open for talking about my writing or just monster fucking in general!)

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You sat next to Zen by the hearth and marveled at his hand while he wrote. Every movement so precise as he penned his letter to his family.

“Making sure I am not leaving anything out?” Zen teased you.

As far as you could tell his handwriting was very tidy, each character perfectly aligned and spaced out evenly. You could not read a word of it but were still enjoying watching him.

“I can’t believe how delicate you are with only three fingers” you said.

“Only three? I cannot understand how you can do anything without your extra fingers getting in the way.”

“No! Five is a good amount to have! Three isn’t enough.”

“I did not hear any complaints about my hand and fingers when I had one in you.”

You buried your face into the side of his arm and he leaned over a bit to nuzzle the top of your head.

“How long will it take for the letter to get there?” you asked.

“It will depend on who I can find to take it. There are some minotaur hunting groups that travel close to my village that I could send it with, but that would probably take weeks. And there are fisherman from my village who sail down this way sometimes to sell anything extra they catch, that is a more direct way to get the letter home, but they only dock here sporadically.”

“And when did you want to go visit?”

“Next month. There is quite an important festival then. Though we may actually get there before the letter then, which would not be ideal” he let out a deep sigh, “I will figure this out, somehow.”

Days flew by much the same way they had for the past week. Zen snuggled up against you whenever he could, lots of your free time spent lounging together while you each did your own thing. It was comfortable.

He made no attempt to initiate anything more than cuddling. His hands lingered on you in the bath, little sighs and whimpers as you felt him half hard against your back, though he often had a nervous and frustrated air about him. You would turn to press the side of your face to his chest and hug on to him, the affection always seeming to settle him down.

Often you caught him looking at you with almost a sad expression, sick of waiting and too worried to start again.

It was still early in the day. Zen was off at the hold, going over supply manifests and trying to figure out how to get what little supplies where scrounged out to the more remote settlements.

Slowly you started helping with the house work more and more. Back at home you never had to do anything, but here it was just you and Zen. You were sweeping up the entryway, Zen did his best to not track dirt in but being that trolls did not wear shoes meant that some always got in anyways.

Usually he would come in and wipe off his feet. Bringing in a bucket of fresh water from the well outside with him and cleaning off with a clean washcloth from the stash of them he kept by the door. Still, dirt or mucky footprints made it in the house and you had taken up the responsibility of dealing with that since Zen really did everything else.

There was a loud knock on the door as you were finishing wiping up a footprint that startled you. You were fairly certain Bira was out of town and you normally did not have other visitors.

Slowly you cracked open the door and were surprised to find Ba’tual looking fairly agitated.

“Oh, what are you-” was all you managed before he cut you off.

“There’s some human at the hold demanding to talk to you right now. He’s refusing to tell Zen or anyone else what it’s about or leave” he told you.

“Did he say his name?”

“Probably, but I wasn’t called in until Zen asked me to come get you, so I don’t know who he is.”

“Yeah, ok, yeah I’ll meet you guys at the hold then. Just let me actually get dressed” you said has you tried to piece it all together and figure out who could be demanding to speak to you.

“Zen specifically told me to escort you there, he doesn’t want you walking alone.”

Ba’tual waited outside while you got dressed and kept a close eye on you as the two of you made your way to the hold. It was a tense walk all the way there, Ba’tual did not seem to have any answers for you besides there was a human there making a scene and demanding to talk to you.

Zen looked visibly agitated when the two of you got to the hold. He was pacing the room with a annoyed expression on his face, nearly a snarl until he saw you. Immediately his expression softened and he rush over to you, placing a large hand on the back of your head as he crouched down to be eye level with you and nuzzled your forehead.

“Hey, what’s going on?” you asked as you nuzzled him back.

“Him” Zen nearly spat.

You peered around Zen to see a human man standing at the edge of the room dressed in your kingdom’s navy uniform. You recognized the man, a petty officer who served under your father and unfortunately someone you knew besides just that.

“What are you doing here?” you asked as the man approached.

“Call off your attack dogs” he sneered and motioned to both Zen and Ba’tual, “I’m here to take you home. And what are you wearing?”

You looked to Zen and Ba’tual who were both hovering close to you, “I can handle him, just give me a little space?”

Neither seemed to like this, but both took a few steps back.

You looked down at your outfit, it was pretty typical clothing for here. A knee length skirt tied around your hips and simple halter top style shirt, both in a soft forest green.

“Home? I am home. And this is perfectly normal for here” you defended.

“It is not suitable or appropriate for a lady of your status to be dressed like that, a poor representation of your family. Not that it matters, we’re leaving now.”

“No” you said firmly, “This is my home, my husband is here. This is where I belong.”

“Husband? That absolute beast? This charade has gone on long enough and served its purpose. Big things are in the works so it’s time to leave. Now.” he took a step towards you and went to grab your wrist.

It always amazed you how fast Zen could move, immediately he was between you and the other man.

“She already told you she was not going with you. You would do well to mind that” Zen’s voice uncharacteristically cold.

The man peered around Zen, “You’re making a massive mistake, this isn’t where you belong.”

“No I think it is” you said.

“Ba” called Zen, “Escort him back to his ship.”

Ba’tual gave him a nodded. Zen stopped him as he passed, placing a hand on his shoulder and telling him something in troll. Ba’tual motioned to several of the guards and they made their way out of the hold.

“You spoke as though you knew him” Zen said.

“Yeah, a while I told you my family promised me to the son of another family if he could make a name for himself in the navy. Well, that was him.”

“He does not seem like a good person. I do not like that an arranged marriage could have stuck you with someone like that.”

“I know, and you don’t have to like it. But it’s how it is where I’m from and it’s not wrong, it’s just different. Plus, we’re in an arranged marriage and it turned out good, didn’t it?”

“That’s different” he muttered.

“How so? Because both of us were told we were getting married and that was that.”

“I believe I am a better person than him.”

“And you are, that’s for sure. But I didn’t know that when I got here. I met a man who was grumpy, didn’t speak to me at all when getting married, left me home alone for hours, and then snapped at me for things I did know.”

“And I have apologized and done better” he interjected.

“You have, but it doesn’t change the fact you were a stranger to me and I didn’t get a good first impression of you, and everything still turned out well” you tugged him back down to your level to nuzzle him and give him a kiss on the cheek, “And what did you tell Ba’tual?”

“To make sure our visitor goes straight back to his ship, no detours, and to take a few guards to sweep the city for anyone who should not be here.”

“Do you think that was really necessary?”

“You did not see how he was talking and acting before you got here. I do not trust him. I am not taking any chances with keeping you safe. I failed in that once, I will not make the same mistakes again.”

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[cillianmurphysdimples]

Female Y/N / Cillian fic. (Part Five)

Absolutely not based on anything real at all, all totally fictional, fanciful, and is all total bollocks.

Warnings for sexual references and language. Adult themes so not intended for under 18s.

We Got Issues

Part Five : Y/N's birthday feels like any other day as she works from home, and she suggests dinner out with Cillian for the evening. Returning home, he gives her an extra birthday gift. [Sexual chapter!]

@remembering-angels @dragonsneversharetheirtreasure @aesthetic0cherryblossom @lavender-haze-01

.......

By ten am, you've secured the time off needed, should you want it, to go to London along with Cillian, and already produced the court document that was required before the end of the week. With eye strain threatening to set in, you walk away from your laptop on the desk along the wall in the office and make your way down the two flights of stairs to the kitchen. Finding the place empty, you make a coffee and pull your phone from your pocket. 

“You went out? X.” 

Sending Cillian a quick text, you push your phone back into your pocket and take your coffee back up the stairs with you. You shut the door on the office, place your cup and phone on the desk beside your laptop, and fall back into your office chair. With your most pressing task already completed, you grant yourself a modicum of laziness and enjoy your coffee without refreshing your emails. When your phone buzzes noisily on your desk, you reach for it and lounge back into your chair again. Cillian's name appears in your notifications and you're keen to see where he's disappeared off to. 

“Shouted up to you. Picked Malachy up from Yvonne's, he's on study leave. Took him into town. You alright?.” 

You smile, happy he's catching up on the missed time with his son, but you're certain you didn't hear a sound from him before he'd left the house. You set your phone back down without replying and sit up in your seat, moving closer to the desk again. You place down your half finished coffee and set about at least being half-way productive. With a playlist of Cillian's playing quietly through your shared Spotify, you keep yourself busy with emails and transcriptions - always the worst part of your job. It's close to lunchtime when your phone rings, and Cillian's name flashes on and off the screen above the red and green call buttons. Pausing your transcription tape, but leaving the music, you reach for your phone and accept his call. 

“Hiya,” you say softly, sure your mood, affected by the tape you're transcribing, can be picked up in your voice. 

“Y'alright?” He asks, and you can hear the noise of cars and people around him. 

“Yeah, just…work.” You say, and clear your throat. “How's Malachy?” 

“Good, yeah, about to rinse me of money for his lunch,” he laughs, and you can hear Malachy in the background. For a moment, any suspicion you might have been harbouring that he hadn't been telling you the truth is abated. “He says Happy Birthday.” 

“Tell him thanks,” you say with a smile. “Not that I'm rushing you, but when are you heading home?” 

“Ah I dunno,” he says, “Sure it depends, I may wait and get Aran from school.” 

“Oh, okay,” you frown, but he's spending time with his sons and you're not about to stop that. “I wondered if maybe we could go for dinner this evening, you and me. That Italian place off Temple Bar.” 

“Ah yeah, sounds good.” He says, and the brightness in his voice reminds you of his words that morning when he'd given you your birthday gift. You glance at your left hand for a moment, where the ring is secured on your middle finger, and smile softly.“Sure I'll be back before five anyway, if I'm not back earlier, and you'll be getting finished around then, won't you?” 

“Yeah, I should be done before five.” You confirm. 

“Grand, sure we can head out for six-ish, yeah? You want to ring and book, or will we chance the walk in?” He asks. 

“Could you go in now and book?” You ask, aware of the fact that he's in the city right now. “If you're not able to, it's fine, I'll call up now while I'm sorting out my lunch.” 

“Well, we're over in Stephen's Green so it'd be a hike back over,” he says and you smile. 

“Where are you getting lunch over that way?” You ask, trying to remember what was around the shopping centre to grab lunch. 

“Ah, Malachy has somewhere in mind.” He answers. 

“No worries, I'll give the place a call and book us in.” You say. “I'll let you go, don't want to encroach on father and son time.” You say, lightly. 

“I rang you, you eejit.” He laughs, and it makes you smile. He sounds so happy.

“I love you - see you later.” You say, smiling.

You can hear the change in the sound of his words and know he's smiling too. “Love you too, talk to you later.” 

…..

Cillian's arms are around your waist as he stands behind you, peppering kisses along your neck as you fumble the keys to unlock the door. It's dark, it's chilly, but the warmth of his body behind you is all the comfort you need. Finally getting the key into the lock, you chuckle to yourself as you turn it and push the door open. Immediately the alarm sounds, and Cillian stumbles from behind you to turn on the lights and disabled the alarm before it begins to siren loudly. You kick off your heels, relieved immediately, and let your feet sink comfortably into the slippers you'd left by the door before leaving. You turn back and lock the front door, leaving the keys in the lock, then slide across the chain for extra nighttime security. You throw your clutch bag onto the small table beneath the coat hooks and laugh as Cillian nearly trips over himself as he toes his shoes off. 

“You only had two glasses!” You splutter over your giggle, and he rolls his eyes as he bends to pick up his discarded shoes. He throws them into the shoe cupboard and walks towards you slowly. You can hear the scrape of the denim of his jeans as his thighs rub together with each slow step. He is right in front of you before you've even stopped laughing at him, and he cups his hands around your face. You silence instantly and sigh a little as he captures your mouth in a passionate kiss. Your hands rest on his hips, settled against the soft material of his knitted jumper, and his body pushing into yours hungrily. He begins to guide you backwards, heading towards the sofa, and you're forced to walk blindly, hoping he knows where he's going. 

He breaks the kiss and takes you by the hand, walking towards the sofa himself with you a step behind. The living room is only illuminated by the light by the front door, and it's subtly glowing as he stops at the sofa. He lets go of your hand and you smile curiously. He reaches his hands onto your shoulders and immediately paws at the straps of your dress. “The zip!” You laugh, and you wonder why the wine has gone to both of your heads so much. With his hands on your shoulders still, he turns your back to him and fumbles his fingers at the zip in the centre of your back. Finally pulling it down, he turns you back around as he places his hands on your shoulders again and pushes the straps down each arm at the same time. It's a little awkward, but once your arms are free, he pushes the figure-hugging dress down your waist, over your hips, and lets it drop down to your feet. Standing in your bra and knickers, you reach forwards to the hem of his jumper, wanting to strip him off his clothing too, only to have your hands swatted away. “Hey!” You fake disgust. 

“No,” he raises his eyebrows. “It's not my birthday, I don't need to be in my birthday suit.” As he speaks, he reaches out his hands behind you and swiftly unhooks your bra, then eases your arms from it. Your mouth bobs open as he looks at you, and he takes pity on you with a kiss, gently pressing his tongue in against yours. You can't fight the urge and you reach out and cup your hands around his face, pulling him in closer. His want to be in control seems to have waned a little and you reach your right hand down between you both, cupping around the crotch of his jeans. Despite the thick material you can feel his erection just to the side of the zipper and you move your hand slowly up and down. He hisses against your mouth and suddenly he's powerful again. He pulls back from your face, grips his hands around your biceps and throws you down against the sofa. Sitting only in your knickers, your slippers now in a heap with your clothes, in the corner of the sofa, you stare up as he's tearing his jumper and t-shirt over his head and roughly ripping down his jeans and boxer shorts. You smile as he leans over you and grips the waistband of your knickers with eager fingers. He drags them down your legs and exposes your body, his eyes drinking you in hungrily. 

“Stop fucking staring,” you laugh, “and just get inside me, will you?!” You bite your bottom lip as he stares at you for a moment, brows knitted together, before he moves quickly down on top of you, hands moving everywhere, hard cock pushing eagerly at your moist cunt. He pushing up into you, and you laugh awkwardly as he stabs his erection into your groin. “Jesus…” you say, your arms locked around his neck. Unlacing your right hand, you reach down between you with a slight shift on your body, eyes locked to his, and guide his throbbing penis into you. His breath catches as your fingers wrap around him, but it's doubled in intensity as he's swallowed by your walls. 

“Fuck…” he hums, pushing his forehead down against yours. His mouth is open, like he's attempting to swallow you whole. You move your legs, and instantly wrap your feet around his hips, locking your ankles together in the middle of his back. His movements are immediately deep but slowly controlled. You're teased by his pace but you can tell he's working hard not to end this too soon. He captures your mouth hungrily, kissing and lightly biting against your lips and in response your pull him into you with your legs, silently begging for speed. “Greedy,” he huffs against your mouth and you smile, but you pull him in again with your legs and suddenly he's obliging. His hips snap quickly, physically moving you where you lie, and you moan loudly into his mouth. He pushes his mouth to yours but it's hard for him to control any kisses as his movements are quick and his jaw falls open in desperate gasps of pleasure. And as his body moves against yours, stimulating your clit, your orgasm builds almost simultaneously with his. You pull him closer to you, gasping against his cheek as he huffs loudly into your ear. You cum together, a rarity these days, and your shared pleasure-filled fatigue melts his body onto yours. 

You idly move your fingers at the base of his neck, toying with his hair, while your other hand lies still on his dampened back. His cheek is pressed into your sternum and the feeling of his breath across your breast is intimate and calming. “I like that better than the ring…” you say, whispering for some reason. He laughs, forcing warm air against your skin, and you hold him even closer. You feel him shifting, and you grip tighter again. “Oh, don't go…” you moan, but his hands are pushing into the sofa around you and he's extracting himself from your arms with the effort he's putting in to lift himself. 

“I…just…toilet,” he turns down the corners of his mouth and you give up your fight to hold him with you. Naked and exposed on the sofa, you watch him pull on his boxer shorts before he disappears up the stairs, and you reach for the thick throw over the back of the sofa to cover yourself. You sit up as you draw it to you, and wrap yourself in it as you stand up. The floor is littered with discarded clothing, and you walk past them as you head up the stairs to your bedroom. The bathroom door is open and you hear the toilet flushing as you reach the landing. You breeze into the bedroom and drop the throw to the floor, moving around in comfortable acceptance of yourself, despite the evidence of your tryst beginning to make its way down your inner thigh. A little disgusted, though, you return to the landing and head towards the bathroom to clean up. You'd half expected that Cillian might come into the bedroom, but as you enter the bathroom you can hear him talking to himself downstairs and you resign yourself to that being the end of your fun for the night. Not that you're ungrateful - it'd be one of the nicer birthdays you'd experienced in a few years.

As you return to your bedroom and fish out a comfortable pair of pyjamas, it dawns on you that you've had sex twice since your argument and neither one has been protected. You go over in your mind when you last period had ended, trying to determine if you were in a particularly fertile week, and wonder if it's even occurred to Cillian that the very thing you'd argued about might be null and void. Dressed in your pyjamas, you sit on the edge of the bed and instead of feeling a little excitement at the prospect of what you'd brought to him on Friday, all you feel is dread. If you're pregnant, will it fuck up everything?

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Next up are the stories where eddie does (or presumably will soon) yell at his parents! We love to see it (and are eagerly waiting and hoping for it to happen on screen soon)!

🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲 (diaz siblings reunited! All the buck, eddie, and adriana in the woods stuff had me on the edge of my seat and I can’t wait to read it all through when it’s published! Also eddie freaking out about his back nightmares coming true is really getting to me - poor guy!)

⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️ (oh boy an ominous warning from nemesis! I’m concerned! And seeing the accident that presumably killed eddie in the other timeline! I just want all three of my boys to get back home to LA so i can wrap them up in blankets together on their couch and feed them soup)

🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼 (how do i always forget about covid? It keeps sneaking up on me! But I’m loving the progression of buddieshannon - it seems like they’re getting close! And i really love the way you’ve created maddie and shannon’s friendship! It’s beautiful and it makes me laugh when i think about eddie and maddies completely no existent relationship in the show :p)

Also I’m curious (but obviously feel free to ignore if you want to keep the details to yourself), how far are these stories along in what you have planned for them? Cuz they’ve all come such a long way that I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re getting towards their ends, but you’re so talented at plot development that I know they could have so much more to come!

- PCA <3

Hey! Thank you - love this theme, too!

As to your last question - great question!

For Gentle on My Mind I am not sure. I planned it sort of like TWATYTK where I just sort of have things I want to reach and will write until I get there. But it won't be nearly as long.

For Firelight, I am well into chapter 7 out of 10.

For An An Angry Blade, I am almost done chapter 4 out of 6.

96 for 🌲 (Ahh thank you! Yes! Lots of angst!)

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“Me believing it?” Eddie says. 

Buck nods. 

Eddie inhales. “Then why isn’t the rest of it gone, too?”

“Good question,” Buck says. “I guess it’s only one theory.”

“Worth… Worth keeping in mind,” Eddie mumbles, blushing. He feels embarrassed, all of a sudden. Like a princess in a tower.

Buck smiles a little lopsidedly. “Well, I love you.”

Eddie exhales and smiles back. 

“I know you do.”  

ii. 

They return Adriana’s rental car in the morning, and with Buck at the wheel of Eddie’s truck, they head towards El Paso. It’s going to be a long drive. With Eddie, anxious as hell about confronting his mother and seeing Chris. With Adriana and Sophia, who don’t seem to like him. All good stuff. 

Adriana is quiet. Buck has found her rather frustrating this entire time, but then he remembers what she’s been through, and it’s hard to hold it against her. Sophia, though? Buck’s not sure what her problem is. He hasn’t done anything to her. In fact, he’s kind of been important in helping both her siblings. No big deal. But she’s still pretty frosty to him today. 

It doesn’t really matter, he supposes. It doesn’t matter if Sophia likes him. It’s not like it’s going to impact Eddie’s opinion. He makes his own strong opinions, and he loves Buck. Besides, they aren’t super close. Physically or emotionally. Eddie once told him they were, before Chris. She was still a teenager, and while he was too, he didn’t really get to stay that way.  Makes sense.

“So, Sophia,” Buck says, a few hours into the drive. Because while it may not matter that she doesn’t like him, he still really wants her to anyway. 

“So, Buck,” she repeats.

“You’re a vet, right?” Buck asks. “Like, not the kind Eddie is?”

“No, I served in ‘Nam,” she says flatly.

“Oh my god, you’re such a dick sometimes,” Eddie huffs. “Can you please be nice?”

Sophia makes a frustrated noise. “Yes. I’m a veterinarian.”

“That’s uh… That’s super cool,” Buck says. 

“Yep,” she replies.

“Hey, uh, did I do something?” Buck asks. “Because I know why your sister and I maybe got off on the wrong foot, but you and I-”

“It’s not you. You’re fine,” she cuts him off. “I don’t care… I mean, happy for you and Eddie, or whatever.”

“This is really cool and chill,” Adriana mumbles. 

“What does that mean?” Eddie asks.

“It’s nothing, Eddie. Don’t worry about it.”

“No,” Eddie shifts his body to turn and look at her. “It obviously means something, Soph. So just say it.”

She rolls her eyes. Buck thinks her expression sort of reminds him of Christopher’s, when he’s fed up or annoyed. She’s so familiar, for someone who is more or less a stranger. 

“Fine, Eddie,” she snaps. “Fine. You want to know why I’m being pissy with your boyfriend?”

“We haven’t actually labeled it,” Buck whispers. “But I’m cool with that if you are.”

Eddie doesn’t seem to hear this.

“Obviously or I wouldn’t ask!” He fires back.

“How long did you know what was going on with our baby sister before you told me?” Sophia snaps. “After all I went through looking for her!”

“I didn’t even know,” Eddie defends himself. “It was a hunch.”

“Well, you told someone else before you told me! And I’m sure you’re great, Buck. You seem fine. But you shouldn’t have seen my sister before me. You shouldn’t have known what happened to her before me.”

“My god, Soph,” Adriana sighs. 

“No, my god!” She snaps. “You have no idea what it was like, not knowing! It drove me crazy!”

“I’m sorry,” Adriana says. “But that’s not Eddie’s fault. Or Buck’s.”

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96 for ⚖️ (Buck especially needs blankets and soup!)

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“The stories differ,” the officer says. 

“SHE STABBED ME WITH HER CAR KEYS,” the woman shrieks. 

“Ma’am, we’d like to take a look at your wounds,” Eddie says patiently. “Would you come to the ambulance with us so we can treat those?”

“Finally, someone who knows what the hell they’re doing,” the woman snaps. 

The officer refrains from rolling his eyes, but Buck can see it’s a struggle. He guides her over to the ambulance behind Buck and Eddie. She sits down on the open back and Eddie inspects her injuries while Buck hands him supplies from the med kit. 

“These don’t look too deep,” Eddie tells her, checking over the wounds on her arms and torso. “I’m just going to clean and bandage them before you head out, okay?” 

“Head out?” The woman asks. “Head out to where?”

“I’ll need to bring you back to the station to answer some questions,” the officer says. “File a proper report about what happened here today.”

At that moment, Bobby walks over from Chim and Hen, who seem to have their situation under control, to here, just as the woman is growing increasingly exasperated.

“No!” She screeches. “No, you can’t take me to the station, I don’t want to go!”

“Ma’am, it’s protocol,” the officer says. 

“I won’t go!” She throws up her arms, jolting Eddie’s hands as he tries to clean her wounds. 

“Hey, uh, it-it really helps my co-worker if you keep still while he works,” Buck tries. 

She completely ignores him.

“I will not go! You cannot make me!” She continues to protest, gesticulating wildly. Eddie has to move back to avoid getting accidentally smacked. 

“Everything okay here?” Bobby asks, frowning. Like he can see a situation unfolding.  

“I’m not going back to jail!” The woman cries. 

“Back?” Eddie echoes.

“No one said anything about jail, Ma’am,” the officer says. “We just need to take your statement and get some information-”

“No!” She yelps. She stands suddenly, darting out and away from Eddie.

“Wait!” The officer calls. “You can’t just-”

But the woman is trying to make a break for it. Buck and the officer start in her direction, but Bobby is closer. He manages to intercept her, stepping in her way and grabbing her arm. 

“LET GO OF ME!” She shrieks. 

Bobby keeps a firm hold on her. “Now you need to calm-”

He’s cut off by the woman reaching into the pocket of her jacket, pulling something out that Buck can’t quite see, and thrusting it into Bobby’s abdomen. Bobby’s breath catches. His eyes widen with a pained expression. 

“BOBBY!” Buck shouts, sprinting for him. 

He stops short, Eddie grabbing the back of his shirt, when the officer draws his gun and points it at the woman. 

⚖️

An hour later, the woman - Carol, it turns out, her name is - has been arrested, and Buck is waiting in the ER. 

She stabbed Bobby with a pen. Hard enough to cause damage, but not sharp enough to kill him. Still, there was a lot of blood. And Bobby paled so much he passed out briefly in the ambulance. It’s not a blade wound. It’s not like the time Buck found Chim bleeding on the cobblestones out front Maddie’s apartment. But it’s not good. Not at all. 

“He’s not going to die,” Hen says firmly in the waiting room. She still needs to wash Bobby’s blood from under her fingernails. “We’ve all survived way worse than this, right? He’s going to be just fine.”

And Buck knows she’s probably right. She usually is, for one thing. For another, Buck knows it’s not the worst injury anyone has ever sustained. Bobby will get it cleaned and patched up and he’ll be just fine. 

But Buck is still furious. He has anger curling in him, tight and hot. Ready to burst at a moment’s notice. 

When Athena shows up, worried and just as angry as Buck that this has happened, she fills them in on what happened. The pieces they missed.

“The two women who were initially attacked, Carol Brandt and her sister, Vanessa, were visiting on a trip from Utah. Apparently, they’re local leaders in some sort of multi-level marketing scheme. Have been arrested before for an altercation with a former member of their downline. A downline which includes today’s perp, who followed them and confronted them about shady practices.” 

“So Bobby got stabbed over some essential oils?” Buck asks, tone snappish. “That’s what you’re saying?”

“I believe this is protein drinks, but yeah,” Athena confirms, pursing her lips. 

And Buck… He just can’t handle it. 

He stands abruptly, eyes brimming with tears. He feels so tired and frustrated and… And unable to cope. 

“Sorry, Athena,” he mumbles, then he makes a bee-line for the exit. He doesn’t give a reason or excuse. He just needs some air. 

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63 for 🔼 (Haha yeah Eddie and Maddie need to interact, but for now, at least I've got imaginary Shannon & Maddie):

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“You have to talk to her, Dad. Please, you do,” Chris begs. 

“Uh…” Eddie thinks. “What’s the name of the game, Chris?”

There’s a long pause. 

“Why?” 

Ah. He doesn’t want Eddie to know. Well, that’s not lending credibility to his story.

“Because your mom likes to make you happy,” Eddie says. “So if she said no, there’s probably a reason. And I’m wondering if that reason maybe has something to do with the game’s rating.”

Another long pause. His eyes are downturned. 

“Christopher,” Eddie presses. “What is the game rated?”

“M,” Chris admits finally. “But only because-”

“Yeah, see. No,” Eddie says. “Your mom is absolutely right, Chris. You are too young to be playing a game with that rating.”

“But, Dad-”

“No buts, Chris. It’s inappropriate. End of story.”

Christopher’s expression twists with fury. He’s mad mad. Well, tough. Shannon was right. Eddie isn’t going to undermine her or let his kid play some traumatizing, violent game at his age. 

“I’m sorry it’s disappointing,” Eddie says. “I know you miss your friends.”

“It’s not fair!” Chris protests. “I don’t get to do anything with anyone. Not even you!”

Eddie’s heart hurts for his son. Here he is frustrated by too much time with his friends, while Chris is over there lonely. Sure, he’s got his mom. And he’s got his sister. But what good company is a baby, really? He’s needing something he can’t get right now, and it’s no one’s fault. It’s just the world right now.

“Chris, I know this is really hard-”

“No! You don’t!” Chris interrupts. “You get to be with Buck and do things every day!” 

Eddie sighs. “I know. I know it isn’t fair.”

“No, you don’t,” Chris grumbles. And then, without even saying goodbye, Chris hangs up the phone. 

Shit. 

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Shannon can hear Chris call Eddie. Despite saying she would talk to him. Whatever. He’s allowed to call his father. Just… It feels underhanded, right? Trying to convince Eddie to make the opposite decision to hers without talking to her. She’s mad. 

[sykesandskittles]

CHAPTER 8

Noah

THE SECOND Harlow LEAVES, Nick plops down into her empty spot on the couch. “So, bro, are you making any progress with her?”

I glance over at my long-time friend and shrug one shoulder. I get why he’s checking in—this shit is time sensitive–but I don’t appreciate being hounded. Around here, I’m the one calling the shots. I don’t need people checking in with me.

“I’m getting there,” I answer dismissively. “Don’t fucking worry about

it.”

He lifts his hands in mock surrender. “Dude, chill. Just asking. ‘Cause,

you know, people are talking.”

I sigh. “Talking about what exactly?”

I don’t give a fuck what people say, usually. My family is wealthy enough and influential enough not to have to worry about other people’s opinions. But this time…yeah, this time I have to give a fuck, because it might get in the way of my objective .

“There's a lot of talk about why you chose Harlow . Some of the Debs are pretty pissed about it.”

Debs, meaning debutants. It’s an old-ass word, but it’s what we call the female members of the Burning Crown. It’s a word passed down through the generations. Every year, four Debs are plucked from the Burning Crown’s general membership–the Circle–and given queen-like power over the entire university.

Those four slots are so sought-after, that it’s practically a blood sport for the chicks in the Circle. And the fact that one of their positions had been given to an outsider….yeah, I’m sure that ruffled more than a few feathers.

I shrug off his statement. “No one is guaranteed a consort position.” “It’s tradition,” Nick replies flatly. “And now they're suspicious.” That gets my attention. I twist to face my friend. “Suspicious?”

“Okay, maybe not suspicious yet. But they don’t understand and they’re watching you pretty damn close.”

Christ. That’s all I need. More people watching me.

I push out a harsh breath. “They’ll get over it eventually.”

Nick laughs, but it’s devoid of humor. “Let’s hope so, because if they look into Harlow , they’re going to discover her past pretty damn quick, and then our whole plan is fucked.”

“Thanks for that analysis, Einstein.” I don’t need to be told how fragile this whole thing is. It’s my life, for God’s sake. My family’s lives. If I fuck this up, everyone suffers.

“Hey, Noah.” It’s Jolly. He shoves his hand through a mane of short brunette  hair to get it out of his face. “I just saw your chick leave with Wyn.”

“Yeah, they went to the bathroom,” I reply .

He laughs like I’m an idiot for believing her, and maybe I am. “Listen, I don’t know what the fuck they told you, but I just saw them both leave through the back patio door.”

I tilt my head back and growl, launching onto my feet. “You didn’t stop her?”

“Oh, yeah, like that wouldn’t draw attention. She’s a consort now. She can do whatever the fuck she wants. If I stop her from leaving, that’s going to raise questions. Questions I’m sure you don’t want them asking.”

She can do whatever the fuck she wants in theory. In practice, she’s mine, and she needs to learn how to fucking listen.

“Which way?” I grate out. “West. Toward Carbon.”

I could text her, and demand she return, but I have a feeling she’d just ignore me. Also, I don’t want her to know I’ve been tipped off about her leaving.

Balling my hands into fists, I weave through the crowded house with Jolly trailing behind me. Wherever I go, Jolly is usually there, right by my side. Between him and Nicholas, Jolly is the older twin and carries with him a big-brother mentality. He’s the protector of everyone in the Circle, and he's damn good at it.

Outside, beyond the patio, it’s pitch-fucking-black with just a sliver of moon to give a hint of shadow to distant objects. I don’t see Harlow or Wyn anywhere, but fuck it, we know they were headed toward Carbon, so I turn in that direction. We’ll catch up with them eventually.

Jolly and I skirt the water where the sand is more compacted, and it’s easier to walk. The ocean calms me. It always has. I can feel my anger slowly begin to subside as we make our way down the beach. We’re about half a mile from the sorority house when Jolly reaches out to tap me from behind.

“Hey, is that them?”

I squint, and sure enough, I see two figures in the distance. They’re just standing there, and I wonder if they can see us. But as we get closer, I can see they’re not even paying attention to Jolly and me. They’re looking down at something in Harlow ’s hand.

“The bathroom, eh?” I say, sauntering up to them. “Why did you leave the fucking party?”

When Harlow glances up at me, I see real fear in her eyes. The same fear I saw when she was attacked on my porch.

I glance down at what she has in her hand. It’s a cell phone. “This is Talia 's phone,” she says, her voice shaking.

“Yeah, so what?” My gaze shifts to Wyn. She looks white as a ghost, too. “We found it right here, in the sand. Harlow used her stalker app, and it

was just sitting right here, half buried,” Wyn says.

Fuck. That can’t be good. But, still, there has to be a logical explanation.

I shrug. “Okay, so she lost it. People lose their phones in the sand. It happens.”

“Yeah, my brother loses his phone all the time,” Jolly chimes in. “Fucking idiot.”

“No,” Harlow shakes her head. “You don’t get it. First, she didn’t show up at the party, and now, we find her phone half-buried in the sand. That’s not like her. She always has her phone. It’s practically an appendage.”

I tilt my head back and rake a hand over my face. Just what I fucking need right now—a missing chick. And not just any missing chick, Harlow ’s best friend. Fuck my life .

“Okay, Listen, let’s go back to the party and ask around to see if anyone knows anything. If we still can’t find her, we’ll take my car and drive around to some of the hot spots in town,” I say.

The last thing I want to do tonight is drive around and look for some random chick, but on the upside, I can send Wyn off with Jolly, and get Harlow alone.

Harlow looks a little relieved by my plan and nods. I’m hoping someone at the party knows something, so we can go on with our fucking lives, but when we ask around, not only has no one seen Talia , no one even knows who the fuck she is.

We’re outside the sorority house when I turn to Wyn and Jolly. “You two drive around the north side of the school. Harlow and I will take the southside.”

With a nod, Wyn and Jolly take off into the night. I glance over at Harlow , who is trying to unlock Talia 's phone.

“Careful, you only get so many guesses before it locks,” I offer.

She huffs in frustration and shoves the phone into her bag. “Maybe we should just go to campus security and let them know we can’t find her.”

I laugh under my breath. She really is as naive as they come. “And what evidence do we have that she’s actually missing? A lost cell phone?” I lift my chin at her. “When did you see her last?”

Harlow narrows her eyes at me. “I didn’t misplace my fucking glasses.

This is my best friend we’re talking about.”

“Just answer the question,” I snap, my anger at her bubbling over.

She shifts on her feet and pushes a breath out. “This morning. And something seemed…off with he r. I don’t know.”

“Okay, so it hasn’t even been twenty-four hours. Yeah, no way security is going to take this seriously. She’d have to be missing a few days, at least.”

“A few days?” She nearly launches herself at me. “That’s way too long. Can’t you make security investigate? Or is all this ‘I own the school’ bullshit just a delusion?”

My jaw tightens. This fucking chick doesn’t know shit about shit. I start walking toward my car. I pull my keyfob out of my pocket and unlock it. “We’re not involving security or the police,” I bite out. “Get in the car.”

She’s standing several feet away, not moving. “I can’t get in the car with you. I mean…I shouldn’t.”

For fuck’s sake. I open the driver’s side door and lean on the roof. “And why the fuck not?” I ask, allowing every ounce of my frustration to seep into my tone.

“Because…I don’t know you. I mean, not really. I just met you.”

My instinct is to force her. To walk over to her, throw her over my damn shoulder, and shove her into the car. I’ve become used to people following my commands with no questions asked. All this chick does is ask fucking questions—and it’s getting under my skin.

“You want to find your friend,” I say. “Then you need me. With my connections, I’m your best shot at finding her quickly.”

She’s standing under the street light, and I can see the indecision flicker in her eyes. But I’ve got her cornered and she knows it. She needs my help. Finally, she sways and then takes a step toward the car. She opens the passenger door, and slides into the leather seat.

“Let’s go before I change my mind,” she says through gritted teeth.

I get behind the wheel and hit the engine. When I glance over at her, she looks small. Vulnerable. I could almost forget what a manipulative bitch she is.

Almost.

[peachhcs]

a hughes sibling interview

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

the four hughes siblings are interviewed about their relationships with one another and growing up across toronto and michigan.

GUYS IM SO SORRY I HAVENT BEEN ACTIVE ITS BEEN SUCH A CRAZY WEEK AND A HALF. I PROMISE I SEE UR REQUESTS!! i was inspired to do this after seeing an old interview with jack and luke :) this is way more quinn, jack, luke + samy and not samy + will but i know you guys like reading about their sibling dynamic so i whipped this out

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THE HUGHES SIBLINGS are fan favorites in the hockey and american soccer world. they spent their childhoods in toronto, ontario, canada before moving down to ann arbor, michigan to pursue more opportunities in the hockey world and eventually, american soccer for their youngest member. we sat down with the four to ask them what growing up together was like and how they're feeling about quinn's soon-to-be captaincy for the vancouver canucks.

Q: tell me about your dynamics growing up.

jack: oh god, well that's an easy one. quinn and i were the "leaders" i guess you could say. we were always put in charge of luke and samy even though luke always got mad because he felt like he didn't need to be looked after.

luke: you guys literally acted like you were five years older than us—

jack: in a way quinn was five years older than you. four at least.

luke: whatever.

samy: i think we all have a very unique relationship with one another because we all go to each other for different things. like i go to quinn when i need someone to tell me what i need to hear but don't want to hear. jack's who i got to when i need someone to hype me up. i got to luke for just about everything just because we're closer in age.

Q: do you think your age differences made it hard to get close to one another? for quinn, how did it feel to be six years older than samy growing up?

quinn: i mean when my parents told me they were having another baby and it was a girl i was pretty excited actually. growing up, i always wanted a little sister. i don't think our age difference ever really made it hard to get close? we've all been pretty close in general.

samy: i love having older brothers. maybe i can only say that because we get along, but growing up with them really taught me how to hold my own. they toughened me up for sure.

jack: i always feel like a two year age gap between everyone is perfect. it's not a crazy gap where we're all in drastically different stages of life, but we're never too far behind one another.

Q: i heard you three taught samy how to play hockey. what was that like?

jack: always so fun. she always wanted to do what we were doing so we started playing with her on our rink back in toronto and by the time she was ten she was literally pushing all of us into the boards.

quinn: we definitively taught her how to be more aggressive on the ice and all of what she knows is what we taught her.

Q: samy, was it ever hard to tell your brothers you were leaving hockey to play soccer?

samy: i mean i definitely worried they would be upset because it's what they love and i didn't want them to think i didn't love it anymore because i still do, but we've all been super supportive of each other and they were really glad i was doing what i loved.

luke: i think it was nice having a different sport our family could lean into because whenever we watch hockey together it gets really intense—and well i guess watching soccer got really intense for us, but we all quickly fell in love with the sport to watch samy play.

Q: did you guys ever have any sibling rivalry?

quinn: not really, no. of course we got competitive with one another at the house and in the walls, but outside of the house it's nothing but love for each other. we support each other a lot and i think that's something that's always been really important to us.

samy: we always got into it sometimes, but it wasn't ever serious. it was a lot of just cheering each other on from the sidelines.

jack: every sibling is gonna have some sort of rivalry, but it never went further than small poking and prodding at one another. we knew it was just in good fun.

luke: if anything samy and i were the most rivals because we went at it at everything we did. cards, board games, hockey, swimming, soccer—it was so funny.

Q: what was moving back to the states like?

samy: being 12 it was kind of hard for me because i lived my whole childhood in toronto, but i was excited for the new opportunities and being able to support my brothers closer. when quinn was in the states and we were still in toronto, it was really hard not having him around, so i was glad to be closer to him and jack.

quinn: i guess..not that hard? i'd already been in the states for usntdp so i guess it was just nice to have my family close again. when i first moved at 15 that was a bit hard because i was so far away from my siblings

jack: i mean it's something i thank my parents for a lot because a lot of what they did was for us. they always put us first and always made sure we had the best opportunities to push ourselves forward so i'm thankful for that and them.

luke: i think i was just glad i wouldn't be alone in michigan starting usntdp. kind of sad because quinn and jack basically got to live there by themselves, but it wasn't that hard.

Q: did you ever think your lives would be what they are right now?

samy: no, not at all. if you asked me that six years ago i would say no way and be shocked that i stopped playing hockey full time but i'm really grateful for everything that's happened. i love being at umich and playing on a team that i love so much.

luke: i mean does anyone really think they'll be where they are now? i am grateful for michigan and new jersey, it's been really great.

jack: i think i'd wanna give my younger self a pat on the back. my rookie year was pretty tough and i honestly didn't think i'd make it out, but i'm glad i kept my head up and proved everyone who thought i couldn't do well wrong.

quinn: never in a million years would i think i'd become captain to a pro hockey team, but i am super grateful. it's been a really amazing five years and i love the team, i love the guys. they're all really great.

Q: final question: what is one thing you wanna say to quinn before he becomes captain tomorrow night?

jack: i'm really proud of you man. you've worked really hard for this and i know you're gonna bring the canucks some really great seasons as captain. you're dedicated and no one deserves this more than you do.

luke: i've looked up to you my whole life and i don't think i'll ever stop. you did a really great job basically raising samy and i and you're gonna do a really great job being captain to the canucks. they're real lucky to have you.

samy: i'm super proud of you and you really helped me find my way so many times growing up. i couldn't have asked for a better big brother. i love you quinny and i can't wait to see you become captain tomorrow night.

[theocddiaries]

[The Resistance HQ is scorched and a complete wreck. Silver is sitting on the floor, looking completely defeated] Amy [gasps]: My strawberry-colored upholstered chair! My imported glass table! The coasters no one ever uses! Silver, what the hell did you do?!! Silver: Me? I just wanted to heat up some tea! Who the hell buys a novelty fire extinguisher?! Knuckles: Someone who cares enough about physical comedy to put his family at serious risk! Yes, that's the kind of echidna I am! Sonic: Guys, come on, we've got enough going on out there so we also start-- Espio [picking up burnt pieces of paper]: The blueprints and documents are goners. Sonic: We still have the computer-- Rouge [types randomly]: No, we do not. Sonic: Well, okay, we don't. But I'm sure we have a backup-- Knuckles [inhales through his teeth]: Yeah… about that… Vector: You didn’t make the backup??? Knuckles: I set up a reminder! Shadow: Yes, that's all you've been doing for the last six months, press 'remind me later'. Knuckles: Because that junk would slow down! Tangle: What about a flash drive? Did anyone save anything to a flash drive? Amy: Why would we save things to a flash drive when we were supposed to have a backup? Tangle: I don’t know, just in case we didn’t make one? I’ve only been here two weeks, and I had a feeling this would happen. Amy: Well, if you think it’s so easy, why don’t you take charge yourself?! Sonic: Guys, stop. Okay, we’ve had a few things go wrong, but the important thing is that it was just a silly accident and not because Eggman attacked. We’re all okay, and we can start over because we’re still together. Amy: …Jeez. Sorry, Tangle. I was this close to losing it. But Sonic's right. Sonic: Sure I am. Tails, buddy, get me some paper towels, please. Tails [leaves to do as he was told] Sonic: Let's start by cleaning this place, okay? [Everybody agrees and some apologize to one another] Tails [comes back]: We're out of paper towels. Sonic [snaps]: Are you FREAKING KIDDING ME?! What do you mean no paper towels?! Omega: I HAVEN’T HAD TIME TO GO SHOPPING YET. Sonic: You haven’t had time to go shopping, you haven’t had time to make a backup, you haven’t had time to put the damn papers in a drawer just in case something stupid like this happens! What the hell have you all been doing all this time while I was gone, besides not looking for me and whining?! Shadow: Everyone has been doing what they could-- Sonic: And what's that exactly? Besides asking and asking like there's no tomorrow? I’m about to cough up a lung, but have any of you heard me complain? No, on the contrary, I had to cheer everyone up! Do you think this attitude just falls from the sky?! WELL, IT DOESN'T. It's taking a toll on me and I haven’t even gotten a single thank you! Instead, after rotting in a cell for six months, I have to come back here and play dad! You know what? You can shove your tea, your paper towels, and your files lost in cyberspace where the sun doesn’t shine for all I care!!!! [Sonic tries to leave the room. The door won’t budge. He struggles with it, muttering curses under his breath] Sonic: For real? This door’s still broken? Vector: It always slips my mind that-- Sonic [punches the door off its hinges]: Well, you won’t forget now. You’re welcome. [storms out] Everyone: … … Tails: Hm? Oh, wait. [opens a drawer and pulls them out]: Here's the paper towels.

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.204 Colorful world

The food came out shortly, and Desiree forgot all about her mission to uncover the saga of how we met. Sophia got up to her old tricks, telling wild tales, making us laugh. I don't know what comes over her in restaurants, but it's always a good time. Once we had our fill of noodles, and were teetering on the brink of a carb coma, we headed back to the rental and took a proper tour of the house. It had just about everything we needed, and many more things we didn't expect, like a small yoga studio and a private hot spring. We almost didn't need to leave the house.

Desi and I settled in the living room while Sophia unpacked.

"So, what do you think about Mt. Komorebi so far?" I asked.

"I think I like it, but... It's weird here."

"Nooo, don't say that. Things might be different, but that doesn't make them weird. Every place has its own style and culture, and they're all kinda cool in their own ways. Actually, we have a lot of cultures in our family."

Her eyes lit up again.

"We do??"

"Yep. My dad's family is from a place called Monte Vista. It's really far away. But it's very beautiful and looks a lot different from here and San Sequoia. Their culture is very serious about food and influenced a lot of what we eat, like pizza and pasta."

"Pizzaaaaa! What about Mommy?"

I groaned, not because I didn't want to share her story, but because it wasn't mine to tell and she wasn't around to decide whether it got told. But her history isn't her own anymore. That is the exact reason she wanted to have children in the first place. Desiree deserves to know how she got here and who played a part in it.

"Mommy has lots of cultures in her family, so she's extra cool."

"Oooh, like what??"

"Well, part of her family is from Sulani. That's an island, so they live on the beach."

"Ooooooh!!"

"Another part of her family is from El Selvadorada. That's the jungle."

"The jungle?!"

"Mmm hmm. And a very small part of her family is from another faraway place called Al Simhara. That's in the desert where the pyramids are."

"COOOOOOOOOOOL!"

I have no idea if she even knows what the pyramids are or why they're so cool, but her reactions are sending me! She has the cutest, most expressive face.

Sophia finally joined us, asking what all the excitement was about. Before I could answer, the kid gave a very loud, excitable response.

"Daddy said you're cool because you have the most cultures!"

"Oh," she said, chuckling nervously. "Is that right?"

"Let's go outside and watch the snow," she blurted.

"OKAY!"

Desi hopped up and ran outside. Sophia lit the fireplace to keep us warm since we didn't put on our coats.

"Isn't it pretty?" she asked.

"Yes, but it sounds funny," Desiree shouted.

Sophia laughed.

"Yeah...it kinda does. I like the way it sounds, though."

I silently agreed with both of them. It's weird when the snow is thick and really coming down because somehow it can absorb sound, making it eerily quiet outside. But it also has a hushed, serene quality to it that is calming. We stood there and listened for a moment before Sophia turned around and warmed her hands. Desiree watched her, shadowing everything she did. It was the cutest thing. Despite all the time she and I spend together, and despite how much she enjoys our time, it's good to know she still desires her mother and wants to be like her.

I had plans for tonight and was eager to get my vacation agenda started, so I cozied up to Sophia, whispering in her ear.

"You should have told me you were cold. I would have put the kid to bed early so we could light a fire upstairs."

She giggled.

"I mean...you could still do that."

"Say less."

I grabbed Desi and ushered her upstairs.

"Time for bed, Des!"

"But I'm not tired!"

"You will be. Trust me! We had a long journey today. It'll hit you very soon. Just close your eyes and think sleepy thoughts."

"But I don't have sleepy thoughts!"

Once you hear us, you'll wish you did.

"I need some water," she said.

"You're fine. Drinking water will make you get up and pee later." And then you might see some things.

"I want to stay up with you and Mommy," she whined.

"I know, hon. But you'll get to hang out with us all day for three straight days. That's what's so cool about vacation."

"You promise?"

"Cross my heart!"

"Okay."

She changed her clothes and slid under the covers. I tucked her in and gave her a goodnight kiss.

"Sweet dreams for our sweet potato."

She closed her eyes and was down for the count within minutes, just like I said.

I all but ran next door to our room and tore off my clothes. But to my surprise, Sophia had found another activity to enjoy.

"Luca, this is so nice! I've never done it half naked by a fire before."

Hopefully she wouldn't enjoy it for too much longer. My time was growing short. You got to strike while the iron is hot; ya know? But we are on vacation, and like I just told Desi, we're gonna have three whole days of togetherness. We don't have to burn a hole in the mattress tonight. Besides, Sophia does so much for our family, never complaining or making excuses. She deserves to relax, so I sat patiently and admired her from a distance...

But then I got a very selfish idea, heh. I never got a chance to give her that full body massage, and it's high time she sees exactly what these hands can do. First, I'll start innocently with her hands. Then, I'll hit her neck and shoulders, like last time. I'll move down her back real slow, and when I start squeezing that ass, she will be putty in my hands. It's about to go DOWN!