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#30 harsh whisper pleeeeeease

30. harsh whisper

He's not entirely sure how he drug himself from the wreckage, he thinks, as he stares at the shock of too-white bone sticking out from what used to be an intact shin. The smoke is in his nose, his lungs, his throat, and there's a steady stream of noise muffled by the ringing in his ears - sirens, flames, voices he can't parse, and the fact that Tommy can't feel the pain from the bone sticking out of his leg should concern him, but there are faces swimming into view - familiar ones, at that.

He's in shock, probably.

"The kid -" he tries, when Howie and Hen descend upon him, and they both square their shoulders and shake their heads.

He'd had just enough time to see the boy in the passenger seat as the car running the red slammed into Tommy's driver side.

Time drifts. They stabilize his leg and it fucking hurts so bad he nearly passes out. That's good, he thinks, distantly, as they get the c collar around his neck, get him strapped to the board. He can't quite make out the medical jargon they're reciting.

He blinks and he's halfway in the ambulance, and there's a commotion at his feet.

He blinks again and there's an extra body next to Hen while she checks his vitals again.

"Ev -." He tries, but the smoke seems to have done more damage since he got out of it.

Evan stares at him like he wants to strangle him, like it's taking everything in his not to reach out and touch.

"Won't be able to bubble me and never say a damn thing once those pain meds kick in," he accuses, voice dropped to a whisper, even, anger and fear making it sound smoky, and Tommy's not sure if he's right about the meds or if the reality of the situation is finally catching up to him, because everything hurts and he wishes he were dying, a bit, but he feels a little hysterical when he reaches for Evan and can't move his wrist.

Evan shares a look with Hen before warmth engulfs Tommy's hand.

Tommy blinks and he doesn't lose time, this time around. "You know I love a dramatic reconciliation plot," he wheezes, and it gets a laugh out of Hen and Evan.

The warmth around his hand squeezes. "Asshole," Buck murmurs, and Tommy grins around a wince.

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Hi, Ericca! 😘 I was looking your prompt lists, and was thinking how about: "your scream is kind of cute I’m sorry." With Billy from the spooky prompts list?

Love ya girl, I know it takes a lot of energy to write, so take your time.

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My dear Katherine,

Thank you for being such a good friend to me, for sending this in and for participating in my follower celebration. I love you to pieces and I hope you like what I did here 💜 Thank you again my friend!

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Scream

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: A few swear words, small jump scare but mostly fluffy bunnies and unicorns. And alluding to smexy time.

Word Count: 1.5K-ish

Summary: You and Billy are looking for very specific costumes to wear to a Halloween party

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“We don’t have a yard, sweet girl. Where are we gonna put that?” Asked Billy, pointing at the giant 12-foot skeleton. “And I can justify a LOT of purchases, but I can’t justify that and only keep it out for Halloween.”

Pleading with him, you said, “But it doesn’t have to be JUST for Halloween! We can put strings of lights on him for Christmas time and a Santa hat, bunny ears for Easter, ooh an Uncle Sam hat for 4th of July! It will fit inside the penthouse, pleeeeeeease!”

You knew he wasn’t buying it but he really loved to watch you beg.

“We’re supposed to be looking for costumes, baby.” Said Billy.

Defeated, you hung your head and replied, “Okaaaaaay. Can I look around on this side for a few more minutes and I’ll meet you on the other side where the costumes are? Pleeeeeease?”

Looking up into his onyx colored eyes, you playfully batted your eyelashes at him. Billy’s lips curled into a slight smile and he slowly shook his head. You knew he would do anything for you and if you wanted to stay there all day, he would do it and he’d do it happily.

If it put a smile on your face, then it was all worth it to him.

Playfully, he rolled his eyes and said, “Alright, beautiful. Come find me when you’re done, ok?”

Biting back a smile, you said “Thank you, handsome. I won’t take too long.”

Billy placed his hand on the small of your back, guided you closer to him and softly touched his lips to yours. He tasted like raw sugar and black coffee as the bristles of his beard tickled your chin.

The woody fragrance of his cologne rushed past your nose as you caught the top notes of lavender, bergamot, cardamom, and violet leaf. His scent was addictive, you couldn’t get enough and almost made you not want to walk away from him.

“You better not. I’ll come find you if you’re gone too long.” Joked Billy with a wink.

He kissed you on the forehead and you watched him walk over to the other side of the store. For the Halloween party, you were doing a couple’s costume. Billy’s costume was easy enough; he was going to be Joe DiMaggio but you were going as Marilyn Monroe and needed to find the perfect white dress and wig.

The two of you had already been to three stores looking for the perfect dress but none of them had one so you just needed a little bit of a break before starting to look again.

This shop had everything from table cloths, dishes, unique candy bowls, to gorgeous centerpieces and candelabras. Halloween style wreaths and lawn decorations were at the front of the store. This place had everything you could possibly want to decorate the house for Halloween.

Billy did have a point about the larger decorations. No one in Manhattan had a lawn or a balcony big enough to put some of these. The penthouse did have nice high ceilings and the 12-foot skeleton would definitely fit inside but he had to say “no” sometimes.

Meticulously, you combed over what seemed like every decoration they had in the shop and after looking at your watch, you realized that you had been looking around for 30 minutes and wouldn’t be surprised if Billy left. You told him you would only be gone for a few minutes.

Rushing over to the other side, you found the store owner.

“Excuse me, sir. Have you seen my boyfriend by any chance? He’s tall, handsome with dark brown hair and brown eyes?” You asked.

He smiled and asked you, “Is your name, y/n?”

You nodded.

“He’s around somewhere, Miss. But he did leave this for you to try on. He mentioned the two of you were going to a party dressed as Marilyn and Joe DiMaggio.” He said.

It looked exactly like the one she wore in The Seven Year Itch. An ivory halter style, plunging neckline cocktail dress with a softly pleated skirt; a small neat bow was tied on the side at the waist and reached to about mid-calf; it was perfect. You delicately ran your fingers over the smooth fabric as a slight smile stretched across your lips.

Billy found the dress you wanted.

“It’s beautiful.” You said.

The owner replied, “I knew I had one. It’s pretty much an exact replica. Go try it on and I’ll see if I can find him for ya.”

You thanked him, picked up the dress off of the counter and headed for the fitting room. After pulling up the zipper and fastening the buttons behind your neck, you stood in front of the mirror for a few minutes, twirling and looking at yourself from different angles just in complete awe of how gorgeous the dress was; you felt confident and beautiful in it.

The owner called out to you again.

“Miss, there is a 3-way mirror out here if you’d like to get a better look.” He said.

Making one small adjustment before exiting the dressing room, you slid the curtain to one side and came face to face with a figure in the Ghostface mask and black robe from the movie Scream and scream you did which probably could have been heard by everyone walking by outside.

A muffled laugh could be heard from behind the mask. You knew that laugh. “It’s just me, baby. It’s just me!” Said Billy, trying to stop himself from laughing as he took off the mask.

You playfully slapped him on the shoulder.

“BILLY!! You scared the shit outta me!!” You yelled.

The smile he had on his face stretched from ear to ear.

“I can see that, sweet girl. I told you I’d come find you if you were gone too long.” Said Billy.

As you tried to catch your breath, you felt like your heart was in your throat and it was also beating rapidly. You could feel your chest expand and contract in conjunction with your shallow breathing.

“YOU are not funny, Billy Russo!” You yelled, turned on your heels and walked back into the fitting room to take the dress off, closing the curtain in his face.

Billy stood outside the fitting room as you changed, apologizing profusely but you ignored him and after you changed back into your clothes, you continued to ignore him.

Silently, he took the dress from your arms and paid for it along with the baseball uniform costume he found. All he needed now was a DiMaggio jersey.

“Did he make you a part of his little prank?” You asked the owner, trying to bite back your smile.

He nodded. You could tell he felt a little bad; you did let out a scream loud enough to wake the dead.

“Well…thank you for the dress. It’s perfect.” You said softly.

You knew it was just a joke but that didn’t make it any less humiliating and on the way home, you gave Billy the silent treatment.

“You gonna give me the silent treatment all the way home, baby?” Asked Billy, stealing glances at you as he drove. “Come on, my love. I said I was sorry.”

With a scowl on your face, you continued to look out at the city patrons quickly whirring by on the busy New York City sidewalks.

The elevator ride up to the penthouse was quiet. Billy didn’t like it when you were mad at him but you weren’t exactly mad, you were mostly embarrassed and to get scared all the way down to your soul like that was mortifying more than anything, especially in front of strangers.

“Thank you for my dress, Billy.” You suddenly said after a long period of silence.

Billy tossed the garment bags with the costumes in it onto a chair and replied with a warm smile, “You’re welcome, sweet girl. Ya done bein’ mad at me?”

“I wasn’t…THAT mad at you.” You said, shyly.

“Your fiery glare suggests otherwise, my love.” Said Billy, pulling you in close by the waist.

Hesitantly, you snaked your arms around his neck as your nails gently scratched the back of his head.

“I’m sorry, handsome. You really got me good and I guess I was just embarrassed.” You said, averting his gaze.

You could feel him smiling down at you.

“Look at me, sweet girl.” He purred. “I just think your scream is kind of cute, I’m sorry.” He shrugged.

The corners of your mouth slowly curled into a smile.

“You are so full of shit, Billy. I’m already in love with you so you don’t have to make up bullshit like ‘your scream is kind of cute’ to get me to fall for you, ya know.” You said with a chuckle.

His lips were suddenly on yours, crushing them and his kisses were all tongue and teeth as you felt a tremor of pleasure in between your thighs. Billy nipped at the soft skin of your neck, making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

He whispered against your mouth, “I love you too, baby. And I really do think your scream is cute.” Biting down on his lower lip, his gaze raked over you as he asked, “So do you think I could make you scream in a…different way?”

As you clenched your thighs together, you drew in a sharp breath, kissed him again and replied, “I thought you’d never ask.”

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1. “Baby, please respond.” PLEEEEEEASE 🙏🙏🙏 Love your writing so much x

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1. “Baby, please respond.”

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8:41 pm. Chloe: Beca, please reply, or answer your phone, or something! You were supposed to be home hours ago, I’m going out of my mind here! 

9:04 pm. Chloe: I am this close to calling the cops. Please just say something, just let me know you’re okay.

9:25 pm. Chloe: Baby, please respond.

Chloe’s phone vibrating in her hand made her jump so much she almost dropped it, and she clicked the green answer button before she’d even registered who it was that was calling.

“Beca?!”

“No,” came a defeated voice on the other end. “It’s Aubrey.”

Chloe’s heart sank, and she pulled her phone away from her ear to see Aubrey’s name on the screen.

“I take it you still haven’t heard anything?” Aubrey asked when Chloe didn’t respond.

“No,” Chloe said. “I don’t know what to do, I called her office and they said she left work hours ago. Her phone is just going straight to voicemail.”

“I’m gonna come over,” Aubrey said. 

“You don’t have to,” Chloe said.

“Look, please don’t freak out when I tell you this, but I’ve just checked the news, and there’s been an accident.”

Chloe swallowed and it felt like her whole stomach turned to ice.

“What?” Her voice was close to a whisper, and her hands shook as she turned on the TV.

“That’s the road that Beca takes to work, right?” Aubrey asked, the news report from Chloe’s TV travelling through the phone.

Chloe nodded but didn’t speak.

This was serious now.

It was real now.

“Chloe?”

“Yeah,” Chloe said, her voice thick. “Fuck.”

With every minute that ticked by, it became more and more obvious that Beca wasn’t suddenly going to walk through the front door and apologise for being so late.

Something had happened to stop Beca from coming home to her wife and child, and that could only be something bad.

“Try not to jump to the worst-case scenario,” Aubrey said when she arrived thirty minutes later. 

“How am I supposed to do that?” Chloe snapped, before dissolving into tears. “I’m sorry, ‘Bree.”

Aubrey waved her off, no apologies were necessary. “Call the cops,” Aubrey said. “Tell them what happened, and I’ll start calling the hospitals in the area and-”

The sound of keys in the door cut Aubrey off, and soon it was being pushed open.

“You would not believe the night-”

Chloe didn’t even let Beca finish her sentence before she launched herself at her, throwing her arms around her and breaking down into heavy sobs.

“Uh, Chlo’?”

With wide eyes Beca looked to Aubrey, who was sinking back onto the sofa in relief, her hands coming up to cover her face.

Beca glanced at the TV and saw the very accident that had kept her stuck in traffic for close to four hours.

“My phone died,” Beca said, returning Chloe’s hug now that she realised what it was for. “Baby, I’m so sorry. It was bumper to bumper to traffic, I couldn’t do anything.”

“I thought you died, you jerk,” Chloe sobbed into Beca’s chest. 

“I’m sorry,” Beca said, rubbing a hand up and down her back. “I’m okay. I’m home, I’m right here.”

“Beca I’m thrilled you’re alive, but if you do something like that again, I might kill you,” Aubrey said, standing from the sofa and walking towards the front door, where they were both still standing. “Chlo’ I’m gonna head home.”

Chloe nodded but made no effort to extract herself from Beca’s arms.

“Thank you for being here,” Beca said, sidestepping so Aubrey could open the door. 

“Thank you for not being dead,” Aubrey replied, placing a hand on Beca’s shoulder and squeezing. 

With Chloe still firmly attached to her, Beca managed to manoeuvre them so they were further into the living room. 

“I need to plug my phone in,” Beca said. “And I am desperate to pee.”

Reluctantly, Chloe let Beca go, and she dropped onto the sofa. All the tension and stress left her in a second, and she felt suddenly boneless. 

Beca returned after a few minutes with two glasses of wine.

“Here,” Beca said, handing her a glass. “I think we both need this.”

She sat down next to her and, after downing half of her glass and setting it on the coffee table, Chloe re-attached herself to Beca’s side.

“I had about fifty missed calls from everyone we know,” Beca said, trying to sound playful, even though it felt out of place.

“I had 9-1 typed into my phone when you opened the door,” Chloe said. “One second later there’d have been a country-wide search party for you.”

“I don’t know if they do a country-wide search party when an adult woman has been missing for four hours,” Beca said, chuckling softly.

“They do when that woman is my wife,” Chloe replied. 

Beca laughed again and kissed the top of Chloe’s head.

“If I was in your shoes I’d have done the exact same thing,” Beca said. “I’m so sorry I scared you.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Chloe said, closing her eyes at the feeling of Beca’s hands running through her hair.

“No,” Beca agreed. “But I’m still sorry. From now on I’ll make sure I have an iPhone cable or something in my car. I won’t put you through that again.”

“I’d appreciate that,” Chloe said.

“Liv didn’t know anything, did she?”

“No,” Chloe said. “She was in bed before I started really panicking. She’s going to be cross with you for not making it home for dinner though.”

“Speaking of dinner,” Beca said, her stomach rumbling in response to the word.

“I kept you a plate,” Chloe said, leaning up to kiss her cheek. 

“You’re the best,” Beca said, lifting her arms to stretch above her head. “I’m gonna inhale that, and then I think we should go to bed.” Chloe sat up so Beca could get up from the sofa.

“What time are you at work tomorrow?”

“I’m taking the day off,” Beca said. “Who knows what the highway will be like. Plus, I think we need a little family time.”

Chloe grinned. “I love you, and I’m so so glad you’re okay.”

“Me too,” Beca said, kissing her before making her way into the kitchen. “Me too.”

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can I ask for C, S, and W pleeeeeease? I hope you have an amazing weekend, sending good writer vibes your way 💙💙

Fanfic ask game!

Thank you Sev!! I think this weekend is looking good, nice and chill <3 <3 <3

C: What character do you identify with most? I thought about this for a while, even had to answer the other two and circle back to it and I'm still not 100% sure, but, I'm going to say (for star wars)...Kix. I've been placed in a caregiver role for most of my life, in varying ways (something I've only recently started unpacking, yay for personal growth!) and I see that a lot in Kix. Plus on a funny note, I think he's the type who's sweet until you get on his last nerve, then you better run, and that's a sentiment I've heard about myself from many loved ones XD ("We love you, but you also kind of terrify us")

S: Any fandom tropes you can't resist? Oh my gosh, SO MANY! I'm a huge sucker mutual pining/"the love is requited they're just idiots", love me a good melodramatic love confession too- desperately pulling each other in for a needy kiss during a rambling confession makes me go feral every. time! But a trope specific to this fandom? Jedi x Clone relationships. Love them. Can't resist them!

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones? I would say, usually, more general ones, just because my brain goes in such wild directions and once it latches onto an idea it can be hard to think of anything else, so I never want to feel like I'm not sticking close enough to the more specific prompts ya know? However, I am not opposed to more specific prompts to keep my thoughts on course lol

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ooh can you do 5 for the ask game pleeeeeease <3

Hello lovelyyyy. A quick number 5 coming right up! She's short but sweet 💜.

Character A confesses how they’ve fallen for Character B, and Character B’s like, “You’re not in love with me; you’re in love with the version of me you get to fuck. It’s not love, it’s lust.” Character A, offended that their affections are being dismissed so easily, tells them, “That’s not true. I know what I feel, and it’s not just lust. It hasn’t been just lust for a while now.”

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"You're not in love with me, you're in love with the version of me you get to fuck," Wilhelm scoffs with an angry shift of his jaw that Simon's seen time and time again. It's the same glare that they've always greeted each other with, one that they've never strayed from. Simon's probably looking at Wille the exact same way. All that anger and want flowing to the surface, but it's not just that for Simon. It's not just hot and angry sex that leaves them both breathless by the end of the night.

Sure, Wilhelm drives Simon absolutely mad, but it's also what he loves about the man. Wilhelm challenges him in more ways than he knew possible. It's infuriating but wonderful at the same time. But what's most frustrating, what makes Simon roll his lips together with an angry frown, is how easy it is for Wille to dismiss him. For him to shove Simon off like saying the words didn't draw terror from deep within him. Like Simon hasn't spent weeks, months, trying to figure out what the hell it is about Wille that makes him fall more furiously in love each time they're together. "It's not love, it's lust," Wilhelm furthers his point.

Simon shakes his head, because no, Wille doesn't get to do this. He doesn't get to push Simon away just because things are a little more complicated than what they signed up for.

"That's not true. I know what I feel, and it's not just lust. It hasn't been just lust for a while now."

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Can’t Be Happening Pt. 5 (SEAL Team)

((I can’t believe we have to wait until MARCH for new episodes.  WHAT IS THAT?!?! NOT COOL MAN!!!! I will do my best to help break up the hiatus…there will be one more chapter after this one and then I’ll get started with some other ideas.  Don’t forget, let me know if you have any requests and I will do my best to make it happen!  BTW, totally making up Clay’s rank.  I know at one point they ID’d him as ‘sailor’ (when Ray was dealing with the whole accidental death of the boy) but A) he’d be called Seaman if he were a non-rate and B) from what I have been able to find, someone on an assault team like Bravo is a First-Class Petty Officer or higher, so he should have been addressed as SO1 not ‘sailor’, especially considering his experience leading other teams as they’ve mentioned several times.  But that’s my own personal nitpick ;) and I could also be wrong so there’s also that hahaha))

A dull throb drew Clay back into consciousness, but it took several minutes to figure out that it originated from...well, everywhere.  Whole left side of his body, middle...area of the right side of his body...face...there wasn’t a particular spot that he could identify as not aching.  

Memories hit him abruptly, of noticing movement in the shadows as he cleared a room chasing Doza’s right’ hand man after he fled the courtyard, of pushing Sonny back to the relative safety of the street and surrendering himself to the dozen men waiting for them.  The video...the brutal beating they’d given him despite his insistence that he didn’t know anything.  The agony of his leg being broken, and then...nothing.

Forcing himself to remain still, Clay listened to his surroundings.  When nothing stood out, he tested his ability to move, and felt panic threaten to seize him.  Despite the pain, his left arm was utterly immobile, and his right wrist was definitely bound to something.  Dammit.  

Voices filtered into wherever the hell he was, and Clay sank into his cover as he gave up on the pretense of unconsciousness.  “Please-” A wracking cough cut him off, and fresh agony stole his breath for a moment.  “I-I thought it was a restaurant...I don’t know anything.”

Hands pressed against his chest, careful of his shoulders...the first sign that maybe he was missing something.  “Stand down, Spenser...you’re safe.”

Davis.  Finally blinking against the bright lights above him, Clay took in the concerned face hovering above him and gave a relieved smile.  “Lis-” Another round of coughing, and she was gently pressing a straw against his lips.  

“Easy, Clay, drink slow.  Take a minute, get your bearings.  We’re back in Virginia.”  Clay looked down to see his left arm strapped firmly across his chest, likely to secure his dislocated shoulder.  He did raise a questioning brow, though, when he looked down to see his right wrist secured to the bed.  “This isn’t the first time you woke up.  First time you’ve woken up coherent enough to settle, though...you tore out your IV the first time trying to fight free before Sonny and Jase could hold you down and the doc could sedate you.”

After taking another long drink he nodded for her to take the cup away.  “How long has it been? Where are the guys?”  Man, his throat was like sandpaper.

Lisa grinned wryly as she pressed the call button.  “It’s been five days since you were taken, two since we made it back to Virginia.  The guys are at Command...getting a dressing down for going in after you I’m sure.  Not that any of them care, Blackburn has already gone to bat for them, so they will probably just be confined to base for a while.”  

Both turned their attention to the soft knock at the door.  “Hello there, SO1 Spenser, it’s good to see you alert. My name is Kelly. How are you feeling?”  A petite brunette walked in, clipboard in hand, and glanced at Lisa.

“Please, call me Clay.”  The nurse nodded with a kind smile.  “I’ve been better, that’s for sure...she’s fine to stay if she doesn’t feel like getting up, swear she knows more about any of us than we know about ourselves.”  He winked over at his friend, who seemed to visibly relax at his joke. “Everything hurts, not gonna lie...shoulders are both on fire...left moreso than right…”

“I can give you some stronger meds for that-”

“No, I’d rather not be hazy…”

“Clay,” Lisa interrupted gently. “You’re home, you’re safe, and I’m not going anywhere until the boys are back at the very least.  Take the relief.”

Kelly looked between them.  “How about I give you just enough to take the edge off without affecting your alertness?  And when you’re comfortable and ready to sleep, we’ll up the dosage then.  Sound fair?”  Clay relented with a nod, and remained silent as the nurse took his vitals, removed the strap from his right wrist, and checked his stitches.  Once she was finished, the nurse glanced shyly at the SEAL.  “Numbers are heading in the right direction, Clay.  Maybe once you’re healed up we could grab a drink?”

A sad smile tugged at the man’s lips as images of another beautiful brunette, this one encouraging him to hold on during his darkest moments, crossed his mind.  “I appreciate that, Kelly...but I’m not in a good place for that right now.”  She nodded and excused herself.  

Lisa watched the blonde man rest his head back against the pillow with a tired sigh.  “Did you know that Stella tried to call you the day that you were taken?”  

He winced at the mention of her name, gentle though it’d been.  He was too tired to mask his surprise.  “N-no...we, uh...we split up right before shipping out.  She’d dodged my first couple of calls when we got to Mexico.”

“She must’ve called right after you left for the mission...was trying to make things right.  She’s been with Naima since the…” Davis cleared her throat, looked away for a moment before continuing.  “Since the video was released.”  Clay felt a twist in his chest at the thought of Stella seeing what he’d been through.  Lisa stood and approached the bed, settling her hand over Clay’s uninjured arm.  “I’ve kinda taken over keeping in touch with Stella instead of Naima having to be the go-between for the guys.  They are...less than thrilled with her over what happened before we left, but I can see things closer to her perspective.  I’ve been stuck miles away and unable to do a damn thing as you, Jason and Trent went down in a chopper.  I have a little bit of a clearer understanding of what it feels like to be on her side of things.”  Watching Clay’s conflicted reaction, Lisa squeezed his bicep and shrugged.  “Maybe I wouldn’t have been so quick to forgive her...lapse of judgment if she weren’t so consistent in checking in since the moment the team got you back.  She’s following your lead, though, Clay...if you don’t want to see her again, she’ll back off.”

The wounded SEAL stared up at Lisa for a long moment, processing everything she’d said; that Stella had wanted to fix things before he’d been taken hostage...and still wanted to be with him even after what he considered to be the worst scenario she could’ve endured as his girlfriend.  “I...I need to see her...talk to her before I make any decisions.”  Lisa grinned.  “But I need to talk to the others first.”

“What you need to do first is rest.  The team will probably be another couple of hours.  You’re still healing, Clay...I don’t know how much you remember, but we came really close to losing you.  It’s going to take time to bounce back from this, so don’t push it, do you understand me?”

The SEAL couldn’t help his smirk, even as he lost the fight to keep his eyes open. Damn, if this woman doesn’t have some magical powers that bend us to her will, he thought. “Aye aye, ma’am.”

The last thing he saw before falling asleep was the affectionate grin on her face as she settled back into the chair near the door.

“C’mon, Ken Doll, Davis already gave you up, open those pretty blues, you’ve had enough time to sleep.”  The gruff voice that dragged Clay back from his slumber was accompanied by light pats on the cheek, and the young SEAL flinched away with a grimace.

“Really, Sonny?” Trent growled.  As Clay opened his eyes, the medic was tugging Sonny away from the bed.  

“I didn’t touch any of the bruises, but you can’t tell me you aren’t itchin’ to see him awake and talkin’ just as much as I am.”  When Sonny caught Clay’s gaze, the Texan lit up.  “There he is! Welcome back to the world of the living, GQ!”

“You wanna take it down a notch, Son?” Clay mumbled, turning his eyes to the rest of his room.  The entirety of Bravo Team was scattered around him: Sonny and Trent standing at his right side, Brock and Cerberus next to Lisa by the door, Jason and Ray to his left.  

“Sorry the caveman can’t keep quiet to save his life,” Lisa offered with a regretful smile.  Clay grinned back with a wink.

“How are you feeling, Kid?” Jason asked, voice soft.  

“Like hell,” he answered.  “What’s the damage for going rogue?”

The Team Leader shrugged.  “Couple weeks restricted to base, which is fine because it’s about how long you’ll be stuck in here anyway.”  Jason watched his youngest team member quietly for a moment.  “Before you ask, cause I know you will, Charlie team is taking over the hunt for Doza.”

Clay nodded his gratitude, chose not to respond to the fact that he’d be confined to this room for two whole weeks.  “Thanks for coming after me.”

Brock snorted.  “Like not bringing you home was even an option.”

“The only reason the cake-eaters gave us any hell is because we didn’t wait for their green light, couldn’t be made to look like fools for not responding faster,” Ray added.

The injured SEAL fidgeted for a moment, wishing that he could move his left arm - or leg...that he could find some kind of comfortable position as he prepared for what he was sure would be an uncomfortable conversation. He settled for raising the head of his bed so that he could at least be sitting up. “Hey, guys...I’m going to ask Stella to come by...to talk.”  Sonny opened his mouth to retort, but Clay held up his good hand, limited thought the movement was by his IVs.  “I know that you guys aren’t happy with what happened...but this is between me and her.  I don’t know if I’m going to let her back in or not…” He took a breath, both for rest and to steel himself for whatever arguments they might give.  “But I am asking that you trust my judgment, whatever I decide.”

“She let you deploy fresh off a breakup, and look at what happened,” Sonny insisted, his hands grasping at the bedrail and tightening.  When Clay looked up at him, the Texan was staring at the floor.  When he spoke again, guilt softened his tone.  “You took a stupid risk…”

Clay wrapped his fingers around Sonny’s wrist and waited until the older man met his eyes to respond.  “I recognized a threat to my team and a chance to protect my brothers.  I was first in the door, I looked most like just another tourist...I knew things wouldn’t have gone well if they were able to grab anyone else.  Breakup or not, I would do the exact same thing in any circumstance.  Stella had nothing to do with it.”  He squeezed until Sonny nodded his understanding, and then Clay glanced around to make sure the others heard him as well.  “I would gladly lay down my life for you, and I know you would do the same.  What happened with Stella...she tried not to have the conversation before we left.  I was the one who wouldn’t let it go until she told me what was bothering her.  It was just as much her fault as it was mine…”

“We’ll follow your lead, Spense.  It’s not an easy life...we don’t always get it right the first time around.  If this didn’t scare her off...not really sure what would,” Jason assured.  The rest of the team nodded their agreement, albeit reluctantly on Sonny’s part.  “Just be sure she’s back for the right reasons.”

Davis stood with a genuine smile.  “I’ll give her a call.  Looks like it’s time for you boys to clear out.”  She hesitated for a moment.  “Brock, you grabbed Clay’s stuff when we left Mexico, right?  Can you bring his laptop in here, give him something to do while he waits for her to get here?”  Clay narrowed his eyes at her for a moment, before he remembered her comment about the call he’d missed before being taken.

Ten minutes later, Clay was alone in the hospital room, laptop resting across his knees as he pulled up the video message that he’d never gotten to see.  He watches as the face of the woman he loved changed from forced optimism to guilt, tears filling her eyes as she apologized for hurting him and asked for the chance to fix it.

“I was so stupid for waiting so long to call you after Naima talked some sense into me the day you guys deployed.”  The blonde SEAL looked up to see Stella leaning against the doorframe, eyes red and watery. She refused to look anywhere but his face. “I knew within a few hours what I was going to do...but I was too embarrassed.  Maybe if I’d called sooner, things would’ve been different…” A tear slid down her cheek, and Clay closed the laptop with his good hand.  

“Stella, what happened wasn’t because of us breaking up.  What happened was because I needed to protect my team...my brothers.  I would’ve done it no matter how things were with us.”  He hesitated, knowing that this would be the defining moment for them.  “That’s not something that will ever change, Stell.  It’s my job to protect them, and I will do that with my dying breath if I have to.”

Fresh tears dripped to the ground as she dropped her gaze to the floor.  “I...I know,” she murmured, voice surprisingly certain.  When she returned her eyes to his, determination shone through.  Hesitant steps brought her to his right side, and when he canted his head towards her, she sat gingerly on the bed near his hip.  Clay refused to break her stare, reading every shifting emotion as it crossed her face, and instinctively laced their fingers when her hand settled over his.  Stella sobbed, and the vice grip around his heart eased.  “I love you for your devotion to your brothers, Clay.  I would never want that to change...and I’m sorry that I ever made you feel otherwise.  Bravo is your family...they’re part of you.  I regret giving up even a second of time being with you out of the fear of what might happen...but it’s shown me that I need to make the most of what time we do have together...to be grateful for every moment we are given together, and support you through every step, good or bad.”

Clay smiled softly at her, squeezing her fingers.  “If we do this again...I have to warn you, the guys are going to be hard on you for a while, until they feel confident you’re here for good.”  Hope swelled in his chest at her responding look of tenderness and the warmth of her hand against his cheek.  

“I would expect nothing less from the men who watch your back in life and death situations, as well as every other facet of your life.  I am prepared to do whatever it takes to prove to them that I’m not going to let my fear drive me away from you ever again.”  She stared into his eyes for a long moment.  “Are you willing to give me a chance to make things right?”

In lieu of responding verbally, Clay eased his hand around her waist and tugged her close to press his lips against her.  Finally, he was home.  Finally, he was whole again.  This woman, who’d already proven time and again that she belonged in his world, had come back to him even after the next worst thing to him actually being killed in action...and he would make damn sure she wouldn’t run again.  If her response to his kiss was any indicator, that wouldn’t be an issue; the SEAL drew back with a low hiss when they got too caught up in the moment, and she bumped his injured arm.  

“Shit, sorry, I’m so sorry…” Her hands hovered over his shoulders, wanting to fix it but not knowing what was safe to touch.  Clay chuckled at her and kissed her again briefly, wanting to assure her that he was okay.  Stella sat back, now serious, eyes tracing every visible bruise and cut, the bandages and outline of his casted leg beneath his bedsheet.  “When that video came on…”  He cradled her face when her lower lip began to quiver, and she leaned into his touch.  “I was out at the bar, and it didn’t even connect at first that it could be you.  One of the others, maybe...but my mind didn’t even let me process the possibility that it would be you.  I’ve never been so scared...and then Naima called me, within minutes.  Even knowing we’d broken up, not knowing I’d changed my mind...she didn’t give me a choice, I wasn’t going to be alone while you were gone.  I don’t know how I would’ve handled everything without her and the other wives.”

Clay made a mental note to thank Naima for calling Stella out when she’d needed it, and being the support she needed and never would’ve felt comfortable asking for.  “Ray’s got himself a special lady, and I’m glad she was there when you needed her most.”  Idly twirling a strand of brunette hair around his finger, the blonde took in her beautiful face and once again remembered when it had come to him in his darkest moment.  “You know, while they had me...there was a point where I hallucinated that you were with me.”  She tensed under his touch but didn’t respond, so he continued.  “You encouraged me to hold on, reminded me that the guys wouldn’t give up.  It gave me strength, got me through til they showed up.”  The sudden tears streaming down her face startled Clay, and he narrowed his eyes.  “What?”

“I...I had a nightmare the second day after you were taken...that I was with you.  I could smell the blood…”

The meaning behind her words tightened his chest, and he couldn’t help a grin.  “My very own guardian angel.  Hey,” he waited until she met his eyes again.  “I’m home, I’m safe, and most importantly, you’re here with me.  I love you, Stella; getting over this is going to royally suck on many levels, but I know that we’ll get through it together.”

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My Boy.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: Eddie is desperate for you to attend his band practise, but unfortunately you have a shift at your job, he begs repeatedly but you have to decline. A few pouts and a lot of sweet treats later, will you be able to make it up to him?

Warnings: No warnings, this is kinda pouty but fluff content. Unless you count a couple of curse words as needing a warning? Idk, I haven’t written fanfics in like 8 years so I’m a little rusty…

Note/Request: Requested by anonymous. “can you write something about the reader showing up at a corroded coffin rehearsal (after denying eddie's requests) and suprising him?”

Word Count: 2.4k

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“We’re rehearsing after school today at Garret’s house, you’re gonna be there, right?” Eddie asks, face full of pretzel pieces whilst the lunchroom was booming from the population of students in their lunch hour.

Eddie was one of your closest friends, you got along with his entire Hellfire squad, and they made you feel at home in no time at all. Eddie leaned on you more as you were a couple years older than Dustin and Mike, so the pair of you could hangout more places after school or do more adult things like smoke together.

Plus, you were outside of the band, and he could trust you to have an unbiased opinion on things as you weren’t at risk of being kicked out or fired if you were to speak your mind like Garrett and Jeff might have been.

Looking up at you through his messy bangs, eyes pleading, and a small puppy dog expression being pulled to intentionally tug on your heart strings. You almost always went to their rehearsals, so you didn’t need the dramatics and efforts to convince you, but Eddie loved to go the whole nine yards anyway.

“I can’t, Eddie. I’m sorry..” you sigh, resting your cheek in your hand with your elbow propped up on the table, pushing around what’s left of your lunch with your fork.

“Pleeeeeease?” he begs, adding the accompanying whimper sounds that sad puppies would normally make, “pretty please? You’re always there, you’re our good luck charm, please?”

“I have to work, honey. I’m sorry.” It was his turn to sigh this time, throwing down his pretzel piece back into his Ziplock bag before letting out a grumbled huff.

“Fine. You’re missing out though.” He shrugged.

He didn’t have much time to pout and continue his tantrum as the bell sounded ahead to signal that lunch was over and that everyone should start heading to their next classes. You were wracked with guilt as you hated to disappoint anyone in your life, especially Eddie.

You were one of the few people he relied on, and you hated having to ever say no to him. Packing up your trash and throwing it into the bin nearby, you and your group of friend’s part ways and wander in the different directions towards your next class.

The hour passes by agonisingly slowly and it feels like forever before you are dismissed, scooping up your bag and heading in the direction of your locker to get your things for the final period. A hand clasps your shoulder and you temporarily jump out of your skin, whipping your head around with a relieved smile at the sight of your favourite boy towering over you.

“Hey, Munson” you offer, pout still on his face.

“Is there really no way you can come tonight?” his voice soft, sad.

“I’m sorry, I really can’t…” you regretted to inform him.

“I can call your work up and fake a family emergency? I can do a couple more deals to make up the amount you’d miss for calling in sick for your shift? I can—” you interrupted him by placing your index finger against his lips.

“Ed…” you sigh, “I can’t, I’m really sorry…”

He looks defeated when your hand slips away from him, folding his arms across his chest in what seemed to be a soothing manner. Moving your hand, you cup his cheek in your palm and tilt his head up a little to look at you, your expression matching his as you were both unhappy with the outcome.

“Hey… Next time, yeah?” you offer, to which he shrugs.

Tiptoeing up, you press a delicate kiss against his cheek as a consolation prize for his suffering. Your hand squeezing his bicep fondly before you apologise for what felt like the hundredth time, passing him to head to your final class, only just catching the sad noise that escapes him once he believes you are out of earshot. Your heart pangs in your chest, doubling down on the guilt that riddled you earlier on.

The end of the day eventually rolls around, and you rush out of class immediately as you had a slim window of time between class ending and your bus for work leaving you behind. A little warm in the face and panting as you climb up into the bus, showing your pass and taking a seat as you travelled downtown to work.

Usually you adored your job, you worked at a small bakery that usually was filled with sweet old ladies who just loved to compliment you. You had a wonderful boss who would make sure your paycheck was always correct and on time, she was swell, your colleagues were all much older than you but treated you with the same level as respect as they would do anyone their age, you felt comfortable around them.

Rushing into the shop from your bus stop, punching in your card and sneaking into the backroom so that you could trade out your casual school clothes for their uniform. White dress, yellow apron, hair net and gloves, notebook and pen tucked neatly into your front pocket with your name written in curly writing on your chest.

“Darling, you made it, how was school?” one of the bakers asked with a genuine smile upon her face.

“It was okay, thank you! I’m a little bummed that I’m missing my friend’s band practise, but I was scheduled to work today, and I didn’t want to try and cause a fuss last minute.” you rush, setting out some of the baked goods on the display shelf and making sure it looked presentable.

“That Edward boy, I presume?” she asked, knowing grin on her face.

“Of course! But there will be other practises, he respects that I need to work, and I promised to make it up to him next time,” you smile politely, excusing yourself for a moment to serve a customer.

The next hour or so flies by, you serve customers, restock the shelves, make the place look beautiful as it deserves to. Freshening up the handwritten display cards so they represent the specials of the day, lost in your own little world as you hear a throat clearing behind you.

“Yes, ma’am?” you ask, polite smile making a second appearance on your face.

“How long does Edward usually practise for these days?” she asks, leaning against the counter to comfortably look at you whilst you close the display case.

“Um,” you pause, glancing at your watch, “usually a couple of hours? Maybe two or three depending on how well it’s going?” scrunching your face up a little as you didn’t understand why she was asking you this.

“Well.. If you leave now, you should have time to get there and catch the last of his practice, sweetheart.” She offers, fond smile showing through.

“What do you mean? I work until seven…” voice dripping with confusion.

“Angel, this place will still be up and running regardless of if you’re here or not, and I mean that in no disrespect, you’re wonderful. Your job will be here for you tomorrow, and the next day, that poor boy? Don’t break his heart. If he needs you there as much as you say then by all means, go. Don’t let a few muffins stand between young love…” she giggled.

You were red in the face and a little taken aback, unsure on if your boss was messing with you or genuinely giving you the green light to leave early, and she could sense your hesitation. Before you even had the chance to argue, she was packaging up a small selection of cake slices and putting them in a travel container for you, sliding them across the counter towards you with a proud look on her face.

“Oh, and bring these… A way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”

You shook your head in shock, unable to believe that you were truly able to get off of work early and surprise Eddie at the one place he begged you to come to, and you got to bring him treats?! Rushing the small distance between you both, your arms wrap tightly around the older woman as you mutter repeated “thank you”s, accepting the kiss to the top of your head that she willingly gave you.

Wasting no time at all, you rush to the back room again, fumbling out of your uniform and into your outfit from earlier in the day, grabbing your bag and scooping up the treats in your free hand.

“Thank you so much, I owe you big time!” you call out whilst scurrying out of the bakery, your co workers watching the scene play out and each one of them had the most pure and hopeful expressions on their faces.

Checking your watch for the time, you rush to the bus stop and wait the short amount of time it takes for the next bus to pull up. Climbing on, struggling to show your pass without dropping everything you’re holding, blushing red as you apologise to the driver for the hassle as he lets you on without much questioning. Bouncing with nervous anticipation the whole ride between the bakery and Garret’s street, watching the road signs like a hawk so you’d know when to hop off.

“Thank you, sir!” you call out to the driver whilst hopping off the bus, rushing as carefully but as quickly as you can down the street in the direction of where the loud rock music was already blaring from, a warm and bubbly feeling filled your stomach as the blurry figures faded into outlines the closer you got to the house.

“Hey! Munson! Heeeeey!” you call out in the lull between their last song ending and them gearing up to start the next one, head snapping up in the direction of his name being called.

His confused expression quickly progresses into a shit eating grin as he was absolutely over the moon to see that you were hurrying towards him right now, he sets down his guitar on the stand before shaking his head in disbelief.

“You’re here?! You’re here! Hi, babe.” He’s beaming with pride, quickly taking the treats off of you and placing them on the amp before his arms wrap tightly around you to squeeze you close.

You squeal at how tight you were being held, reciprocating the hug with a happy little giggle, looking over his shoulder at his confused bandmates who seem to just be staring at the both of you. You gesture to the box of treats and call out “they’re for you guys, my boss let me bring them!” which resulted in three very happy musicians as they thanked you and each took a treat to enjoy whilst Eddie was occupied with you.

“How? I mean—I thought you had work?!” he mutters, voice in disbelief still.

“The ladies at my work have a soft spot for you, they wanted me to be here rather than slaving away in the store, they pretty much shoved me out the door!” giggling as you speak, Eddie squeezing you tighter before kissing your forehead.

“I’m so fucking glad you’re here… Pull up a seat, would ya?” he smirks, tugging out one of the old fold out beach chairs and setting it front and centre for you to sit on to enjoy the show. Giving your ass a fond slap as he walked past you, causing you to let out a yelp and giggle as you sunk into the chair.

Once the guys had finished their snack, they each seemed to dust their fingers off on their pants before returning to their instruments, taking their designated places as Eddie winks in your direction. Their first song (that you had been around to hear) starts off as you slump back in the chair, throwing your hands up in the air and cheering them on as they practised.

You spent the next hour or so in that same position, being their own personal cheerleader whilst they went over their next potential setlist, you made it known which were your favourites and of course Eddie made sure they were included with no arguments allowed.

It’s only when Garret’s mother entered the garage from inside the house and declared that he needed to come inside to eat dinner that things ended. The group gave one another a fist bump as a send off before you rose to your feet and tucked the chair back into the garage, picking up your backpack with a shy smile as Eddie packed away his guitar.

Jeff walked to the other side of the street to his place, to which you waved him goodbye and told him he did great. Eddie’s other bandmate hopped on his bike and pedalled away back to his house, you weren’t sure where he lived but you made sure he also knew how good he did. Garret went back inside with his family so Eddie locked up the garage behind him, guitar case on his back whilst he turned to smile down at you.

“Lemme drive you home?” it was more of a statement as opposed to question, like you would ever turn him down for anything. Wandering out to his car, you threw your bag in the back as he delicately placed his guitar in the trunk, watching fondly as he came around to your side of the car instead.

You had climbed in the passenger seat, but the seatbelt wasn’t in place yet, Eddie ducked down a little, leaning one arm on the top of the car as he poked his head in to smile at your eye level.

“So… We have a gig Tuesday at eight, The Hideout? Think you can swing by after work and come see us? I could really use my good luck charm.” His voice sounding smoother than ever, biting down shyly on his lower lip whilst he looked at you.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you sigh in content, loving the way that his smile would take over his entire face at your confirmation, willingly accepting the kiss he would place to your cheek.

“Let’s get you home then, sweetheart.” He announced, slamming your door shut and heading around to hop up into the drivers’ side, engine revving as you both fumbled with your seatbelts.

Checking out the rear-view mirror that it was safe before pulling out of the drive and happily speeding in the direction of your home with his favourite tunes blasting from the speaker system.

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Put a Little Love in Your Heart~!

Alright, I have decided! Aside taking asks and stuff for that day as usual, I'm gonna mix it up a bit! I'm gonna promo some of my friends so they can get some asks sent their way, too~!

Firstly, I'm tagging @instancenagatoyuki today! My one bestie, Taylor over at @somechubbynerd , runs this one and she would love for her purpley alien cutie to be given inquiries! Go be silly or serious or mysterious, whatever you're feeling! However, keep in mind if you ask stupid questions, you get stupid answers~.

Secondly, we got my other bestie over at @tanabatasonata ! He's Shawn. Just Shawn. He's got a lovely cast of peeps to bother and ask both serious and non-serious questions! Some of them are willing to put up with the silliness you all can send and some others are not. That's up to you to figure it out and/or read up on it!

Thirdly! Look who it is! It's @pudgy-planets ! Neon! She's really great and I'm sure she'd love some asks for her Senshis, her OCs and others that are lurking around in there! Right now, I think she even has an Oni guest character running around? Go and bug her about the big strong lady!

Fourthly, we got @a-mysterious-anom-girl ! Major dork, hella gay. She's pretty damn dope and I think she's got one of the coolest OCs, really. Most people toss an anon away, but she picked it up and made it her own. It's Anne, who is also hella gay. Go and send them some asks and learn the lore about the cuddly-sweet enigma that is Anne!

Fifthly, we've got a newer friend in my roster! It's @hungryboundary , also know as Inch! They've just recently turned into a multimuse blog, within a little bit of time before this post even, and I wanna go and celebrate the change right! I came to them and stayed for the Touhou, but let's all see where they go from here together~!

Sixthly, we have @wispandfriends ! As I know him, it's Jay! He's have been there for me for a long time, even since the old days! So, in turn, I'm happy to have him get some of this love too! @fierytwins @inks-and-octos @blood-of-second-chances Fire away, y'all~!

Seventhly, we've got @invincigirl ! One of the coolest rock-nerds runs this one, being Carmen, and they're so cooooool. Go there and learn about their cool OCs all over~! They said you can focus on Invincigirl herself, but stay a bit and go exploring~!

Eigthly, we have the dudebabe, @casualsleepygamer ! They are a good friend who, through their many blogs, has been happy to both make fun and lasting character interactions with a good number of peeps, some present in this post, and also to just be a chill person with absolutely immaculate vibes. For this one, you don't gotta send them any asks, I just am happy to include them and they are happy to be included~!

Lastly, for now, we have @sugimoto-dorm ! A very good friend of mine who has loads of cuties all around! Be sure to go bug him about them, as they all have some level of backstory and cool lore! Oh, heads up on this friend though! He's not into the same stuff a lot of the others are here, so please! Pleeeeeease! Do not bother him about fat stuffs and vore stuffs! That's not his thing, got it?

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Alrighty, I think that's everyone for this first time doing this and I feel good about this grouping! Feel free to send them stuff and be kind enough to read and respect their rules, yeah? And at the same time, send asks to any of the blogs I'm reblogging this to! I'm gonna try and find some prompts or just make my own, so keep an eye out!

Love y'all so, so much~!

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Circuit Breaker (My Hero Academia)

Primary Universe

@veryblushyswitch​ Sounds like a perfect opportunity to combine a couple of requests if you ask me! Also a beautiful excuse to write some KamiJirou! I love these two together and thanks to both of these prompts I was able to write a fic that featured this couple! Hope you like it!

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“Kaminari!”

“Whaaaaat?”

“You can���t just sneak up on me like that!” Kirishima tried to sound indignant, but it was difficult when he was grinning so big. He had his arms wrapped protectively around his torso after his friend had surprised him with extremely ticklish electric shocks to his ribcage.

Kaminari smirked. “I can, I did, and I’m definitely going to again. Can’t stop me, Kiri.”

Kirishima scoffed and turned his back, waving a hand. “Yeah, yeah – AIEEE!!” He shrieked and wrenched himself out of Kami’s radius, stumbling back with an even wider smile now. “Again?!”

“You turned your back!” Kaminari laughed, wiggling his fingers with tiny sparks of electricity shooting from them. “I can’t help it if you’re really that naïve.”

“Go pick on someone else,” Kirishima laughed, backing up with his eyes still on Kami this time. “Try out your ticklish shockwaves on Midoriya; I’m sure he’d love that.”

Denki chuckled, letting his friend get away for the moment, glancing around the dorm. Midoriya, huh? It would be fun to try it on him…but it would be even more fun to try it on a lot of people!

Thus the electric hero’s tirade began. As suggested by Kiri, he started with Deku, sneaking up behind him and graciously waiting for the boy to set down his stack of heavy books before grabbing onto his sides and igniting his quirk just the tiniest bit – enough to send a strong, ticklish jolt through him and make him shriek just as Kiri had.

“K-Kaminari?!” he cried once he’d turned around, covering his mouth, looking surprised and embarrassed by how loud he’d just been. “What was that?”

“Just trying out a new use for my power,” Denki replied with a confident grin. He wiggled his fingers. “Turns out the tiniest bit of electricity can be really ticklish if activated in the right spots. Want to see?”

“I-I-! N-No, thank you, I’m – I’m good!” Deku stammered and blushed, nearly tripping over himself in an effort to back up. “M-Maybe…some other time?”

Kaminari smirked. “I’ll hold you to that, Midoriya.”

After that, he started trying it on anyone he came into contact with on a regular basis. Sero, Mina, Ojiro…he even got lucky and was able to try it on Bakugou once. The blonde had shouted and cursed, but with determination Denki was able to wrestle him into a kind of bear hug and ignite the ticklish sparks on his stomach, forcing his angry friend to laugh for a few seconds before he broke the hold and then yelled at him for a solid minute.

Tokoyami was an interesting subject. He actually wasn’t intending to try it on him, but then curiosity killed the cat and he was able to manage a poke – just a poke – to the teen’s side. Tokoyami hadn’t made a loud noise like the others, but he had jumped out of his chair and whipped around to glare at him. That was an interesting note for later, Kami thought.

Finally, however, he decided he had to try it on the girl that – as it turned out – would bring about the end of his reign of ticklish terror and take the throne for herself.

Jirou was sitting outside, flipping through a notebook and jotting things down when Denki passed by the back doors and saw her out there. He glanced around to see if any others were about. When the coast seemed clear, he smirked and joined her, plopping down beside her.

“Hey, rockstar,” he said. “What are you working on?”

Jirou blinked at him in surprise. “Um…just jotting down some lyrics.”

“Writing another song?”

“Well, yes,” she replied hesitantly, closing her notebook. “But I don’t think I’ll perform this one.”

“Oh?”

“It’s just for me.”

He smiled at her. “What’s it about?”

Jirou gave him a withering look. “It’s just for me, Denki.”

“Aw, come on,” he whined, though internally he was elated. She’d walked right into this; he didn’t even have to be random about it this time. “You can tell me.”

“I don’t want to – hey!” Jirou yelped when he reached for her sides. “What do you t-thihink you’re dohohoing?!”

“Pleeeeeease tell me?” he begged, not using his quirk just yet. It was satisfying enough to tickle her normally for the moment. “Pleeeeease, Jirou?”

“You mohohohoron!” she laughed, though it seemed only half-forced. “Stohohohop!”

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll tickle it out of you~” he teased. Then – to his surprise – he felt fingers tickling him instead, making him spurt out a giggle. “Gah! Whahahat the--?”

Jirou smirked, shoving him away from her, digging into his sides and ribs. “Two can play at that game, you know.”

“H-Hehehehehey!” Kaminari found himself quickly losing composure as she pushed him back, now looming over him with her fingers still attacking him. “Dohohohohon’t! Plehehease, I’m reheheheally ticklish!”

“Should have thought of that before you tried to tickle me.” Jirou smiled down at him, moving her hands up into his underarms. “Besides, I know you’ve been trying out your quirk on people the last couple of days, and I am not about to be your latest experiment.”

“Whahahahahat? Whohohoho told you thahahahahat?”

“Don’t know if I should say. You might just seek revenge on them for it.”

“Y-Yohohohohou behehehet I am!” Denki squealed when one hand traveled down to squeeze at his hip. “Gahahahahaha, please, stohohohohohop!”

“Nope.” Jirou grabbed at one of his knees when it came up to kick the air. “You started—”

“NOHOHOHOHO!!” Kaminari suddenly exploded with laughter, his legs kicking more frantically now, pulling his knee from her grip. “Nohohohohot thehehehere, please, I’ll dohohohoho anythihihihing!”

Jirou stared at him incredulously, then grinned and quickly straddled his calves, effectively pinning him in place while she reached forward to squeeze at his knees again. When he tossed his head back and let out a loud scream of laughter, she laughed along with him. “Well that didn’t take much, did it, sparky?”

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE JIROU!!” He begged, flopping around helplessly as she kneaded into the sides of his knees. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP I’M SORRYEHEHEHEHEHE!!”

She tilted her head. “Hmm…are you, really?” Her voice was contemplative and teasing. “I don’t know, Denki. How do I know you aren’t just saying that?”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! FINE, I’M NOHOHOHOHOHOT SOHOHOHOHORRY!!” Kami admitted, his face turning from pink to red the longer she focused on that spot. “BUT I P-PROHOMISE I WOHOHOHOHON’T TIHICKLE YOU IF YOU LEHEHEHEHEHET ME GO!!”

“Ha! Bargaining now, are we?” Jirou laughed, sliding her fingers to his knee pits and digging in there.

“NO – CRAP – OH GOHOHOHOD NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Kaminari laughed so hard and so loud it sounded more like was being murdered than tickled. He tried to push himself up to shove her away but was too weakened by his own hysterics to do anything more than squirm. “NOT THEHEHEHEHEHERE JIROU PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! I’M SEHEHEHEHEHERIOUS!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“You sound serious,” she teased, though she did notice the air around him beginning to spark a little.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” The more she tickled, the more Kami laughed, and the more he laughed, the more he felt himself losing control of his quirk. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE I’M G-GOHOHOHOHOHONNA BLOW A FUHUHUHUHUHUSE!! JIROU!!”

Noticing the air around him growing more and more charged with each shrieking laugh she forced from him, Jirou finally stopped and allowed him to catch his breath. Denki gasped and let out some leftover giggles, his face dark red and eyes bright with unshed mirthful tears. “Th-Thank you…”

“Don’t relax just yet,” Jirou warned, smirking when she saw him look at her with horror. “I never said I’d let you go.”

“B-But…if you tickle me too much I’ll—”

“You’ll blow a fuse. I saw.”

He stared at her, eyes widening when she slid her hands beneath the legs of his sweatpants to make direct contact with the skin of his knee pits and scribble there lightly. Instantly he dissolved into hysterical giggles, falling back and clenching his teeth in a bright smile.

“But that doesn’t mean I can’t still tickle you. I’ll just have to go about it differently.”

“Jihihihirou,” Denki whined through his laughter. “Why?”

“Because you deserve it for being such a punk.” Jirou smiled at winked at him. “And because you’re totally adorable like this.”

Kaminari felt himself blush so hard the heat of it reached the tips of his ears, and between how flustered he was and the gentle, unbearable tickling, he found he could do nothing at this point except lay there and giggle and hope she’d have mercy on him soon.

Jirou’s smile widened. Denki may have been annoying at times and was definitely one to push buttons, but he’d also been the one to help her come out of her shell and follow her second passion for singing all the way to the stage during the festival. Between that and having him like this – giggly and blushy and begging her to tickle him anywhere else but there – she felt that her heart was full, and she didn’t know if she’d ever be able to stop making him smile like this.

Meanwhile, Denki Kaminari swore he’d never try to tickle her again.

Well…unless he really, really wanted to. Which he knew he did. So basically, he was doomed to constantly be at her mercy.

But he could live with that.

[dudeandduchess]

" You’re not going out in that outfit" with possessive kyo pleeeeeease

Hope you like it, bby. 🥰🍉

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Kyōjurō x F!S/O: “You’re not going out in that outfit” (Smut Prompts, Modern AU, NSFW Scenario)

Warnings: Smut, Possessive Kyō, Mirror Sex, Creampie, Language, Pussy Spanking, Ass Spanking, Sex Toys (Wireless Egg Vibrator), Daddy Kink, Multiple Orgasms, D/s Themes

“Baby, where are you going?” Kyōjurō’s voice, despite its softness, had (Y/n) jumping in surprise; almost causing her red lipstick to smudge outside her lips.

With a quirk of her eyebrow, and a brief glance at her husband in the mirror— right before going back to finishing her make up— she answered, “I have a meeting with the board today, remember?”

The blond couldn’t hold back the sigh that passed his lips at her answer, feeling disgruntled as his gaze traced over how shapely her ass was in that dress of hers. It was modest enough, and it looked professional to boot, but his problem was that she looked too gorgeous in it.

He had no doubt that all the men that were going to see her would be thinking dirty thoughts. It had him wanting to go with her to her meeting, just so he could fend off any other men.

“You’re not going out in that outfit.” The words were out of his mouth before he could even process them, yet Kyōjurō didn’t find himself wanting to take them back. His usual jovial tone was replaced by a serious one; one that had chills running down his wife’s spine because of the genuine warning it held.

However, (Y/n) wasn’t put off by his words. In fact, she was only spurred on by them as she picked up his phone— which she had comfortably taken from where he’d left it on the kitchen counter earlier— and turned on her heel to hand it to him.

“I downloaded an app for you. Something that you’re going to like,” (Y/n) began coyly, sitting down on the lip of her vanity and pressing her thighs together, and suppressing a moan, when she felt the egg vibrator shift inside of her.

Kyōjurō’s interest piqued at his wife’s words, causing him to stare right into her playful gaze before turning his full attention to his phone. He then unlocked the device, pursing his lips a little when an app was already pulled up on the screen.

His right thumb hovered over the ‘on’ icon automatically, pressing the screen lightly and immediately hearing a sharp gasp come from his wife.

Red and orange tinted eyes instantly shot up to look at (Y/n), widening in surprise when they took her in; heavy-lidded and biting down on her bottom lip, as she took hold of either side of her dress before hiking it up.

Her bare cunt was a surprise to see, but it was a welcome one. Especially when she parted her legs and reached between them to boldly spread her pussy lips for his viewing pleasure.

Kyōjurō was already semi-hard before, but he was hard as a rock at that moment; even feeling his cock twitch in anticipation inside his pants.

A tiny bauble peeked from his wife’s sopping entrance— which he reckoned were the connection receptors for her own app on her phone— and he would be damned if he admit to thinking that it was hot as hell.

Judging by the lustful glint in her husband’s eyes alone, (Y/n) was sure that he liked her little surprise for him. Still, she had to tease him, “I’m taking that you like it? You can play with me while we’re both at work.”

“I love it,” The young man rasped out, clearing his throat as his voice got deeper with lust. “But what kind of husband would I be if I let you out of this house while looking so sinful like that?”

One condition he could think about to let her out was marking her pretty skin, all to let everyone know that she was his; either that or filling her up with his cum and letting her go out without cleaning herself up.

The latter was proving to be a much more tempting thought.

So, in a few strides, he’d closed the distance between them; one hand gripping (Y/n)’s face by the chin, and the other slowly rubbing her clit and making her sigh in pleasure— after he had set his phone down beside her.

Her heavy eyes got even heavier with every swirl of her husband’s fingers around the tiny nub, only to fly open when an unexpected smack landed on her still-spread pussy. It was then followed by him pinching her clit, which inevitably had her toes curling in pleasure.

“Fuck, Daddy,” She whispered with a moan, subtly pushing her hips upwards to offer herself even more to him.

A pleased smile lifted the corners of Kyōjurō’s lips when he realized what his wife was doing, and after another slap to her cunt, he ran a finger down her slit and let it tease her opening.

Teasingly, he dipped a digit inside her pussy, feeling the soft and pliable tail of the toy shift around along the back of his middle finger. Her wetness made a lewd, squelching sound that had his cock twitching even more in anticipation.

“I’ll let you out of the house, on one condition,” A smirk lifted the corners of his lips once more, sending a shiver running down (Y/n)’s back at how absolutely sinful and alluring he looked right at that moment. Gone was her usual bubbly and carefree husband, and in his place was the Kyōjurō she knew inside the bedroom.

The blond then leaned in towards her, closing the distance between them so he could brush his lips against hers; right before ghosting his lips up to her ear—baring his teeth and gently nipping at the shell of it.

(Y/n)’s eyes fell closed as a pleasured sigh escaped her lips, while her right hand snaked its way between them so she could cup it over the bulge in her husband’s pants.

“Let me fill you up with my cum, and you try to keep it inside you while at work.” She knew that it was impossible because of gravity, but she still found herself nodding; getting swept along with the intensity of his lust that it clouded her own judgment.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. You deserve a reward.”

At that, Kyōjurō pulled away from (Y/n), leisurely taking in the way that she was still perched on her vanity. He wanted to take her as she was at that moment, but he knew that fucking her in such a tried an tested manner wasn’t the reward she deserved. So, he held a hand out to her and helped her step down from her perch; briefly closing the gap between them once more so he could plant a kiss on her lips.

“Turn around and bend over. Hands on the vanity, and eyes on me through the mirror,” His voice was soft, coaxing, yet still held an undertone that demanded complete submission from her; and it made her even wetter than before.

Wordlessly, with complete subservience, the young woman followed his orders— trying to calm her racing heart as she prepared herself for what reward her husband had been talking about. Was he going to spank her? Choke her? She had absolutely no idea which plan he would follow through with, but she would be lying if she didn’t say that it added to the thrill of being submissive to him.

The sound of his zipper opening had her swallowing thickly, eyes firmly anchored to his through the mirror in front of her. And when he traced the head of his cock along her pussy, slapping her clit a handful of times, it took everything inside her not to let her knees buckle beneath her.

“Eyes on me, baby.” With that, Kyōjurō pushed his cock inside her; grunting softly as he felt the soft material of the toy rubbing against the underside of his cock. The deeper he got in however, the stronger that the vibrations felt around his cock; which had him struggling to keep his balance due to so much pleasure.

And the moment that he had managed to sheathe half of his cock inside her, he felt the head pressed up against the toy itself.

“Fuck,” Kyōjurō whispered to himself, before he pulled back and thrust his cock back in; deliberately pushing the toy further up inside his wife, so that it would press up against her cervix. Her reaction was instantaneous: eyes screwing shut, and hands clenching into fists, as she bowed her head out fo reflex.

Doing so was pleasurable in its own way, but the neglected half of his cock was already crying out to him; begging to be shoved inside her too. Still, he kept up the gentle pace; continually thrusting to fuck the toy up against the mouth of her cervix, and taking joy in the whimpers and mewls that bubbled free from (Y/n)’s lips.

It didn’t take long for him to feel her walls spasming around his cock; gripping down on him so tight that he had to stop and collect himself from blowing his load so soon.

“That’s it, come around Daddy’s cock,” With those words hanging in the air, Kyōjurō reared a hand back and landed a smack on (Y/n)’s ass; closing his eyes and relishing in the feel of her cumming around him as her walls clamped down even tighter on him and the toy inside her. “Good girl.”

He soothed the reddening mark on her ass then, smiling at her reflection through the mirror when she lifted her head to look at him. She already looked disheveled just from that alone, but it was only the start of what he wanted to do with her.

So, with one last teasing thrust inside her, the blond pulled himself out of his wife’s sopping cunt, reaching over to his phone and turning the toy off before taking it out of her as well. She shuddered when it finally slipped free from her needy cunt, but he paid no mind to her quivering entrance as he shamelessly set it down on the vanity.

“Are you ready for the real fun, baby?”

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(Y/n) was so delirious with pleasure that she could barely keep her eyes open. And with every thrust that Kyōjurō aimed at her cervix, she felt her legs start to shake even more; quivering so bad that— if it weren’t for him holding her up by the undersides of her thighs— she would have already collapsed on the floor.

Her hands were looped back around the back of his neck, anchoring herself to him as much as she could, as he kept her legs open in front of the mirror. Every detail stark with the glow of the morning light illuminating both of them.

She could see where they were connected if she opened her eyes long enough; watch where his cock disappeared inside her with every mind-numbing thrust he subjected her to.

“P-please, Daddy! I’m so close!” She cried out, throwing her head back against her husband’s shoulder as she felt him bite down on the side of her neck.

In turn, Kyōjurō began to pound up into her faster; bringing her down on his cock even harder than before, as he himself felt so close to his own orgasm. It was one thing to watch her when they fucked, but it was another heady thing to see both of them fucking.

He was so sweaty, and she was mostly disheveled, but he had to admit that it was one of the hottest things that they had ever done.

(Y/n)’s legs involuntarily jerked— almost clamping shut, if it weren’t for Kyōjurō’s hands keeping her open to his hungry eyes. “Watch, baby. Watch how hard I fuck you on my cock.”

And with his words came his subsequent actions; pounding her even harder, if that was even possible. But (Y/n) started screaming with pleasure the rougher he got; with him locking his arms tighter around her to brace her for the onslaught of his fucking.

At that point, the young woman had already closed her eyes as she kept begging him to let her cum again. “Please, please, Daddy!”

As much as Kyōjurō wanted to keep up that pace, however, it was starting to strain his back— which had him setting her on top of her her vanity; getting her to go on her knees and present her ass to him with a few tugs on her body.

It sometimes blew his mind just how in sync they were. But it wasn’t the time to rehash on that.

So, with his hand guiding his cock, he bottomed out inside her once more; grabbing hold of his wife’s hips as he kept pounding her against the mirror on the vanity. He could feel her clamping down on him once more, along with the telltale pulsing of her walls, which told him that she was only a few more thrusts away from cumming.

Then with his right hand, he snaked it down to her pussy and began toying with her clit; flicking, slapping, and pinching it until all he could hear were her loud moans above the smacking of their skin.

He could also feel his orgasm approaching then, making his knees weaker as he tried to keep up the frenzied pace that they had. (Y/n) had even begun desperately pushing her hips back into him; meeting him thrust for thrust to get both of them off.

But it was only when she reached down between her legs and began fondling Kyōjurō’s balls did he actually falter in his movements. He buried his cock all the way inside her, down to the hilt, before pulling out almost all the way and slamming right back in.

And with that final thrust, he came; spurting thick ropes of cum inside her and coating her walls. Still, despite already cumming, he kept up his ministrations on her clit— frantically rubbing it with his fingers until (Y/n) cried out with her orgasm, and pressed her forehead against the fogged up mirror in front of her.

Both of them were completely spent and shaky, yet the young man still found it in himself to lean forward and press a kiss against his wife’s shoulder. All before uttering his teasing words.

“Look at how thoroughly fucked you look in this dress. I guess you’ll just have to change, baby.” It wasn’t what he intended to do at first, but it had a much better result than he had wanted.

[divine-victory]

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[fromiftowhen]

Hey, Chenford friends!

Now is the time to send me prompts or song lyrics or whatever, because I’m trying to plan ahead for Chenford Week so I can post something every day.

My brain doesn’t do well with open-ended prompts because it just goes “oh no, too many possibilities, must shut down and not think about any of them” —

So if you’ve got specific things you want to see, or specific universes from fics ive written in that you’d like me to revisit for a day, pleeeeeease let me know!

[blackmaylovesfries]

Hi! I just came to say that the little Monsta X fairy babies are so cute 😍 I'm in love with that au ❤️ and that was the greatest non-intentional birthday present ever. Thanks for writing that cute story 😊❤️

Aaaaah darling!!!!!! Thank you so much!!! I’m not good to do baby au so I’m so glad you liked it!!!!!!! 💖💖💖 Hope you continue to like the rest of the story!!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!! PLEEEEEEASE, SEND ME A PROMPT YOU LIKE SO I CAN DO A PROPER GIFT FOR YOU!!!!!!! (probably late, but from a ‘good’ heart🙆🙆🙆🙆🙆🙆🙆)

[lostcybertronian]

83 with Bim (MY BOY), pleeeeeease?

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Prompt 83: “I didn’t want you to see this.”

Warning: Cannibalism, blood.

“You smell really nice. What kind of cologne do you use?”

Bim’s voice drifted down the hall, catching Mike’s attention and jerking him from his paranoia-filled thoughts.

He paused in his nightly patrol of the hallways, flashlight gripped tightly in one clammy hand.

For a moment there was only silence, then Bim spoke again.

“There. Now the duct tape is off. What cologne do you use? I need it for … reasons.”

A pause.

“Fine. I need it to impress someone. It sounds weird, I know, but you smell really good.”

The only response to Bim’s words was a long, muffled … sob?

Is someone crying?

Mike followed the sound, curiosity overcoming his fear.

Questions raced in his mind. Was Bim rehearsing for a role? Why at that time of night? It was only three in the morning.

Perhaps Bim was a night owl, like him.

Maybe Bim will join me on my patrol.

The prospect brought a blush to his cheeks.

He’d long had a slight crush on the game show host, and he watched his show whenever he could.

Mike started toward the sounds, his flashlight sweeping the hall as he went, checking every corner, every passing shadow that seemed to flicker and move in the corner of his eye.

As he went, Bim kept speaking.

“Look. It’s nothing personal. I have to eat too.“

More sobs.

“Stop crying. I’ll make it fast, I swear. You won’t feel a thing.”

Curiosity growing, Mike reached the recording studio, pressing his ear against the pink painted wood.

“Hold still.”

There was a sickening squelching sound, a muffled scream. Then deafening silence.

Mike reached for the doorknob.

Bim glanced up when he heard the door open. He hurried to remove his hands from inside the incision he’d cut in the corpse’s chest and roll his sleeves down to hide the blood coating his forearms.

But it was too late.

Mike had already seen him, and he stared, mouth agape, eyes wide with shock, with horror, with disgust.

Bim’s blood ran cold, but he tried to play it off by forcing an easy smile to his face. He didn’t have his own show for his good looks. “Hey, Mike.”

He watched the night guard carefully, gauging his reaction, but it didn’t change. The horror. The disgust. Disgust at Bim.

“I didn’t want you to see this.” He burst out suddenly. “You weren’t supposed to know.

No one, really … was supposed to know. But, hey! I got this cologne that I thought you’d like. I was, uh, hoping to impress you.”

He reached in the corpse’s pants pocket for the small bottle of cologne, pulling it out and starting toward Mike in desperate earnest, holding it out to him.

But Mike only reeled back, paling, looking like he might vomit. The flashlight trembled in his hands, causing the beam to bounce wildly off the walls.

“You- you killed him-” he managed to choke out, eyes searching Bim’s face for any hint, any hope that it might be true. That he might be wrong, just like he always was.

There was nothing but resignation on the show host’s face.

Mike’s eyes roamed to the corpse, to the tray of tools- a scalpel, an array of large knives, what looked like cooking equipment and an open cooler filled with ice-

It hit him suddenly.

“Were you planning to eat him?”

“Now, listen-” Bim held up his hands, forgetting that they were coated in blood and gore, gore that now covered the small cologne bottle. “I- uh- yes. Yes I am going to eat him. But no- no don’t back up, I can explain! I talk to them, you see! I- I learn their stories and I remember them! They don’t feel a thing, I swear! It’s just like they go right to sleep.”

He pointed at the corpse. “He was on his way home from a date when I found him. That’s where the cologne came from. And it smells great!”

Bim sprayed some in the air, and Mike wrinkled his nose. He couldn’t smell the cologne. All he could smell was blood.

“I- I- I-” Mike kept backing up, his back hitting the door. His flashlight fell to the ground with a clatter. Tears began spilling from his cheeks. “Please don’t eat me.”

“I wouldn’t eat you!” Bim started forward, then stopped when Mike squeezed his eyes shut. “I- I love you!”

He fell silent, letting that confession hang in the air.

Then Mike started laughing. Hysterically. Tears pouring from his eyes and down his cheeks, dripping to his guard’s uniform.

Bim could only stare at him in confusion.

“You- you love me?” Mike spat the words like profanity in between peals of laughter. He wiped at his eyes with violently quivering hands. “You’re a monster!”

Bim’s grin faltered. “Monsters can be loved.”

“Not you.” Mike bent down and retrieved his flashlight, then left, slamming the door behind him and leaving Bim Trimmer alone.

[im-reddie]

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